"These people?"
As a soul, Shi Wan was instinctively uneasy.
Could Fu Tingchen have sensed her presence and called these people to collect her?
Yang Yi, standing behind the others, felt equally uneasy.
Ever since Madam died, the CEO had been acting out of character.
He always had a bad feeling in his heart.
But before the old man arrived, he had no way to stop the CEO, nor did he dare.
"The requirements are the same as before,"
Fu Tingchen didn't look at the person who came. Instead, he gently brushed a strand of Shi Wan's hair behind her ear, his gaze filled with a crazed, possessive affection.
"I want her to be bound to me for eternity, for all time, never able to leave, whether in life or death."
Bound to him for eternity, for all time?
Shi Wan's heart trembled, and she looked at Fu Tingchen with a complicated expression.
Could it be that her soul was trapped near Fu Tingchen and unable to leave because of this?
Fu Tingchen's love for her was actually so obsessively, wildly extreme.
"Don't worry, Mr. Fu. We will do our utmost."
After nodding, the others began their work.
This bizarre ritual lasted a full seven or eight hours, from morning until late at night.
It finally ended completely in the dead of night.
During that time, the various masters took turns resting several times, but Fu Tingchen stayed by Shi Wan's already stiff corpse from beginning to end.
He didn't leave even a single step, nor did he shift his gaze, but the aura around him grew increasingly lonely and heavy.
It was as if he were the only person left in the entire world.
Watching Fu Tingchen like this, Shi Wan felt a strange pang of sadness in her heart.
"President Fu,"
The Thai Ajarn spoke first.
"The ceremony is over, so we…"
"Yang Yi,"
Fu Tingchen interrupted him.
"Give them each ten million on their cards, and send them back to the hotel. Also,"
He looked at Shi Wan, a dark color flashing in his eyes.
"Send away everyone from Fu Garden. Tonight, I want to be alone with Wan Wan."
Send everyone away?
Hearing this, a trace of inexplicable unease flashed in Yang Yi's heart again.
"Mr. Fu—"
"Yang Yi,"
Fu Tingchen's voice deepened, carrying an undeniable tone.
"I won't repeat myself."
"...Yes,"
Yang Yi could only nod helplessly and led the other masters out.
As they were about to leave, an old Taoist, dressed in traditional robes, turned back to look at Fu Tingchen, a helpless sigh in his eyes.
Qilin Destiny, broken by love.
In the middle of the night, the moon hid behind clouds.
"Wan Wan,"
Fu Tingchen lay beside Shi Wan, still wearing his clothes. He held her in his arms as he used to, his voice languid and hoarse.
"If you knew I was doing these things, you'd definitely laugh at me, wouldn't you?"
A faint smile played on his lips, his handsome, pale face etched with a desperate, sorrowful expression. His gaze was filled with deep sadness.
"I've never believed in gods, Buddhas, or ghosts, but to find you again, I have to try."
"Even if there's only a sliver of hope."
Fu Tingchen's words pierced Shi Wan's heart like needles, causing her insides to ache.
She clutched at her chest, her gaze fixed on Fu Tingchen.
"Now, there's just one last thing."
Fu Tingchen smiled faintly as he poured the contents of the bottle, which he'd placed under the flowers, over the white roses and the furniture in the room.
Shi Wan jolted out of her deep thought, her heart skipping a beat at the sight.
What was Fu Tingchen doing?
Having finished, Fu Tingchen lay back down on the bed.
"Wanwan, don't you love these flowers the most?"
He rested his face against Shi Wan's neck, his expression weary, yet a smile played on his lips.
"Now, I'll take them to be with you, forever."
His voice was low and hoarse, filled with deep affection, but it was not difficult to hear his stubborn determination.
Shi Wan's heart felt like it was being burned, and the feeling of unease in her heart grew stronger.
This unease turned into shock and despair when she saw Fu Tingchen take out a lighter.
She instantly realized that Fu Tingchen had poured gasoline!
"No, don't, Fu Tingchen!!"
Shi Wan's soul went to Fu Tingchen's side, reaching out to grab the lighter from him, but her hand passed right through.
"Don't, Fu Tingchen, I don't want you to be with me, I want you to live a good life!!"
"I was wrong before, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please live a good life, okay?"
"Fu Tingchen!!"
She stood beside Fu Tingchen, screaming her heart out.
But Fu Tingchen couldn't hear anything.
"Wanwan, don't be afraid,"
Fu Tingchen took out handcuffs from his pocket, handcuffed Shi Wan's wrist to his, kissed Shi Wan's lips, and then leaned against Shi Wan's neck.
The eyes that always held a burning, obsessive love for Shi Wan slowly closed, a faint smile on his lips.
"I'll come with you."
The lighter in his hand was thrown out without hesitation.
Shi Wan shook her head frantically, her face streaked with tears.
"No, no!!"
BOOM—
The gasoline ignited instantly, and the flames soared, engulfing the entire room.
Fu Tingchen didn't feel any pain.
Because he had already died the moment he lost Wan Wan.
The fire grew larger and larger, and Shi Wan's soul began to dissipate.
At that moment, Shi Wan finally came to her senses and saw everything clearly.
She loved Fu Tingchen.
She loved him very, very much.
"Fu Tingchen, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!!"
Her heart felt like it was being burned, the pain was immense, and regret mingled with it.
"If there really is a next life, I will definitely be with you properly!!"