Rose Hotel 16

Back then, Lin Hui was also very young, which was why she couldn't handle the blow and jumped from the building.

Suman didn't doubt the truth in Bei Jia's words; after all, Lin Hui, the person involved, hadn't refuted them.

Yet, she still felt something was a bit off.

She looked at Lin Hui, "Why did your mother say Kang Fu was your boyfriend? Had she ever actually met Kang Fu?"

Lin Hui lowered her head, her voice very quiet, "I told her. I always told her that Kang Fu was my boyfriend. I even showed her pictures, and she never doubted it."

On the day Kang Fu and Bei Jia publicly professed their love, she hadn't dared to meet her mother's eyes, terrified of seeing the disappointment in them.

She felt as though everything she had was destroyed.

Now, watching Kang Fu on the verge of death and Bei Jia weeping heart-rendingly, amidst her sorrow, a twisted sense of pleasure inexplicably arose within her heart—Bei Jia deserved to taste the exact torment she had suffered.

It would be fine if Kang Fu just died like this. A trace of madness gripped her soul; how wonderful it would be if Kang Fu simply died right now.

"It seems that's how things stand." Suman looked at everyone's low spirits and finally spoke, "So-called poisonous oaths are nothing much after all... just like this..."

She swallowed back the harsh words resting on the tip of her tongue. She didn't understand, but she respected it, "Next time, don't casually swear on other people's lives. Yeah, just swear to the Dread God instead."

Bei Jia glared viciously at Suman. It was bad enough that Suman had pulled off such a stunt, but to stand here and offer sarcastic remarks was unbearable!

Suman raised her hands in surrender, "Don't look at me like that, it was a strategy."

She stepped forward and pushed Bei Jia aside, "If you dawdle any longer, he's actually going to die."

With that, completely ignoring the reactions of those present, she produced a syringe and injected a dose of medicine directly into Kang Fu's body.

Before Bei Jia could fly into a frenzy, Kang Fu's wounds healed at an astonishing speed.

He was so startled he was left speechless, then scrambled up in joyous relief, carefully sensing his physical condition. His delight was plain to see, but before he could utter another word, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed stiffly to the floor.

Outside the hospital room, a doctor was speaking in low tones to Bei Jia about Kang Fu's condition, "There's nothing major, but our examinations show that Mr. Kang's body is extremely weak, almost as if he's just recovered from a severe illness..."

Bei Jia didn't respond. She merely cast a resentful glance at Suman, and finally said, "Then let him stay hospitalized here for treatment for a while."

Her gaze drifted toward the gloomy-faced Lin Hui, prompting a momentary hesitation before she deliberately lowered her head and looked away.

Since that poisonous oath was no longer valid, let it be said that she was selfish. She would never bring up the topic of breaking up with Kang Fu again.

Yet, she also lacked the face to ever face Lin Hui again.

Once Bei Jia went inside to check on Kang Fu, Suman glanced at Lin Hui and said, "Let's talk."

Lin Hui happened to have things she wanted to discuss as well, and the two of them returned to the rooftop.

"I hate you." Lin Hui spoke first, demanding sharply, "Why did you save Kang Fu?"

"I saved him because I wanted to." Suman wasn't angered by her tone. "Of course, the main reason is that it was all part of a strategy; I never actually wanted his life."

"Hah, do you think you're some kind of savior? Saving people whenever you feel like it... hah." That brief sentence conveyed the full depth of Lin Hui's intense anger and impatience.

"I have never considered myself a savior, nor do I ever want to be one. Being a savior is far too much trouble." Suman remained unprovoked, though her task flashed through her mind—she needed to dissolve the obsession domain existing within the Rose Hotel. Realizing she couldn't afford to be too absolute in her words, she might well have to play the savior for Lin Hui once more, even if she wasn't particularly eager to do so.

"Lin Hui, setting me aside, what is it that you actually want? Does it really have to be Kang Fu?"

Lin Hui fell silent, gazing into the distance without a word.

Suman wasn't in a hurry either, keeping her company as they looked out at the horizon. "What kind of person do you think Kang Fu really is? Do you honestly know?"

"You've never actually met Kang Fu, am I right?"

She turned her gaze to Lin Hui and asked.

Lin Hui remained silent, but her tightly clenched fists betrayed everything.

"Someone you've never even met in person, Lin Hui, do you truly understand him?"

Unable to contain her rising emotions, Lin Hui blurted out excitedly, "Even though I've never met him in person, I've seen him through words, through text, and through those photographs! He is a good man, a perfect man. He is the Prince Charming of my dreams."

"When people have yet to meet face-to-face, they always present their most perfect sides." Suman identified the crux of the issue. "In truth, you only love the fantasy of that person you've conjured up in your own mind. All of his perfection is something you've forced onto him."

"You don't understand!" Lin Hui refused to listen to a single word, impatience practically written all over her face.

Suman maintained her patience. "Fine, let's leave that aside for a moment. Let me ask you, is your ideal type a man who neither drinks nor smokes?"

Lin Hui rolled her eyes, refusing to answer.

Suman answered her own question, "I heard from your mother that your preferences are very clear-cut, and I've already verified it myself. When you caught the scent of cigarette smoke on Kang Fu, even though your lips claimed to adore him, a flicker of disgust still showed in your eyes, no matter how well you tried to mask it."

"You probably didn't know this, but apart from smoking, Kang Fu is also very fond of drinking, especially red wine."

Seeing the look of astonishment flash across Lin Hui's face, Suman continued, "Kang Fu has a basement in his house dedicated entirely to storing red wine, as well as a room specifically set up for guests to taste wine and show off."

These things weren't difficult to discover; anyone who paid the slightest bit of attention would notice them, as Kang Fu made no effort to hide this hobby.

Lin Hui's face turned ashen, and she felt a strong urge to cover Suman's mouth to stop her from talking any further.

Suman didn't back down an inch. "These are facts. Even if I don't speak of them, they remain facts."

Lin Hui's fists clenched ever tighter until, finally, she spat out a harsh, rigid sentence and stormed off in fury, "I have nowhere left to run, so stop meddling in my business! Otherwise, I won't be polite to you anymore."

Suman didn't try to stop her, merely feeling a mild headache coming on. Was she really going to have to find a way to tear those two apart right after she had just helped them reconcile?

Until the obsession domain was resolved, she couldn't leave anyway. What a hassle.

Before she could sort through her thoughts, a sudden, piercing scream echoed from the stairwell.

It was Lin Hui!

She dashed swiftly toward the stairs.

Just as she reached the stair landing, before she could head down, she caught sight of Li Xing.

Compared to when they had first met, Li Xing looked far more haggard, his complexion deathly pale.

In his arms, Lin Hui's eyes were tightly shut. Blood covered her hands and body as her limp form slid downward.

At their feet, the fresh blood had already pooled into a crimson puddle.

"Lin Hui!"

She stepped forward and cried out Lin Hui's name.

Li Xing clutched Lin Hui tighter, shielding her as he retreated a step, his voice hoarse and awkward as he muttered, "She isn't Lin Hui anymore. She is my Rainy Night. My Rainy Night has come back."