Shen Chi Yan had just arrived on the twentieth floor when he saw a woman in a red dress with her hair down, knocking on Song Qi Nian's door.
He was about to rush over when the person saw him and fled towards the emergency exit.
By the time he chased after her, she had vanished without a trace. He immediately pulled out his phone and called Gao Kun Lun.
"Tell the security guards that someone is playing spooky tricks. Tonight, no one leaves!"
Hanging up, Shen Chi Yan hurried to find Song Qi Nian. He knew that woman would be terrified by now.
But as he was about to knock, he suddenly saw a pair of men's leather shoes at the doorway.
In that instant, a wave of anger surged into his heart.
His mind was filled with the thought that Song Qi Nian had already found another man so quickly!
How dare she!
Who was that man!?
The thought of Song Qi Nian lying in another man's arms, showing that cute, soft, or tearful expression, made him want to kill.
"Knock, knock, knock… Open the door! Song Qi Nian, open the door for me!"
At this moment, Fifth Master Shen forgot that he and Song Qi Nian were divorced. Although it was a cooling-off period, he could no longer interfere with her.
Hearing the knocking grow louder, as if someone was about to break down the door and kill her, Song Qi Nian became even more afraid to make a sound.
She couldn't tell if it was her imagination, but she seemed to hear Shen Chi Yan's voice.
No… that was impossible. Why would Shen Chi Yan be here?
When Song Qi Nian was little, her grandmother told ghost stories. She remembered a kind of ghost that could imitate the voices of familiar people to deceive humans, coaxing them to open doors or agree to something, and then taking their lives.
Song Qi Nian bit her lip tightly, her eyes instantly turning red. This ghost was too powerful; it could even imitate Shen Chi Yan's voice.
She wanted to text 110 to call the police, but could the police deal with ghosts and spirits?
At the door.
Seeing that Song Qi Nian still hadn't opened the door, Shen Chi Yan's anger burned even fiercer. He was knocking so loudly, and she still wouldn't open. He had already imagined Song Qi Nian being intimate with that man, completely ignoring him.
When Fifth Master Shen got angry, the consequences were severe.
He immediately made a call. "Aren't you good at picking locks? Help me open the door to 2002, Qili Xiang Du. Hurry!"
The other person glanced at the phone several times, confirmed it was Shen Chi Yan calling, and sat up from bed immediately. "Fifth Master Shen, what are you doing? Trespassing in someone's home in the middle of the night?"
"You have one minute. If you exceed that and still haven't opened the door, you won't get a single cent of your research funding from now on!"
"Hey, wait, wait, wait! I'll open it right away!"
The man's fingertips tapped rapidly on the computer, and Song Qi Nian's door opened.
Seeing this, Shen Chi Yan hung up and rushed into the room.
The room was dark, but he could still see a man's suit hanging on the balcony through the moonlight and streetlights outside. This completely extinguished Shen Chi Yan's reason.
He rushed directly to the bedroom. At that moment, he had only one thought: if he saw Song Qi Nian being intimate with another man in bed, he would kill that man!
But the bedroom door was locked!
"Song Qi Nian, I'll give you three counts to open the door, or I'm kicking it down!"
Hearing someone enter the house, Song Qi Nian was almost scared to death.
Didn't they say ghosts couldn't touch physical objects?
This ghost was too powerful; not only could it imitate Shen Chi Yan's voice, but it had also entered the house.
What should she do?
Was she going to be killed by this ghost?
Shen Chi Yan couldn't wait any longer. He kicked the door open with great force and then saw a lump under the covers on the bed. The lump was still trembling.
To Shen Chi Yan, this was a sign of the two of them being passionately entangled under the covers.
If Shen Chi Yan had even a shred of reason left, he should have left immediately.
He didn't love Song Qi Nian. What did it matter to him who she was with?
On the contrary, if Song Qi Nian had another man, she wouldn't pester him about divorce because of a cooling-off period anymore. He should be happy.
But the current Shen Chi Yan had no reason. His face was like that of a demon. He rushed forward and threw off the blanket.
Then, Shen Chi Yan froze.
There was only Song Qi Nian in the blanket. She was curled up in a ball, hugging herself tightly, as if she had been frightened. Tears streamed down her face.
"Song Qi Nian…"
The moment Song Qi Nian saw Shen Chi Yan, her heart nearly stopped.
Mainly because Shen Chi Yan hadn't slept well for days, and coupled with his recent rage, his eyes were bloodshot.
His complexion was pale and unsightly. Song Qi Nian thought the ghost had transformed into Shen Chi Yan's appearance to claim her life, and she cried uncontrollably.
When Shen Chi Yan reached out his hand, she slapped it away, jumped off the bed, picked up the bedside lamp, and aimed it at him, as if she would fight for her life if he dared to harm her.
Song Qi Nian was trembling all over, clearly terrified.
Seeing this scene, Shen Chi Yan felt a strange pain in his chest. He walked towards Song Qi Nian.
Song Qi Nian cried and shook her head at him, begging him not to come closer. Her emotions were extremely agitated.
"Song Qi Nian, it's me… I won't hurt you!"
Hearing Shen Chi Yan's voice, Song Qi Nian shook her head. She looked at Shen Chi Yan warily and swung at him when he got closer.
Shen Chi Yan grabbed the lamp. The sharp corner of the lamp cut his palm, and blood seeped through his glove, dripping onto the floor.
The moment Song Qi Nian saw the blood, she seemed to become half-conscious. She abruptly threw down the lamp.
The next second, she was pulled into Shen Chi Yan's embrace. "It's okay, it's okay now. It's all over."
When Song Qi Nian felt Shen Chi Yan's warm body and smelled his familiar scent, she could no longer hold back and burst into tears, hugging him tightly.
Even though she was crying her heart out, she couldn't make any sound. Tears streamed down her face, and she was almost sobbing herself into exhaustion.
Half an hour later, Shen Chi Yan finally managed to comfort Song Qi Nian. He brought a basin of water and a hot towel and threw it at Song Qi Nian's face. "I know you're timid, but I didn't expect you to be this timid."
Song Qi Nian sniffled. After wiping her face, she still couldn't believe the person standing in front of her was Shen Chi Yan, so she poked him with her finger.
"What? You thought I was a ghost come to claim your life?"
Song Qi Nian shook her head and slowly gestured with her fingers, "I didn't harm you, so why would you want my life?"
"Hmph, is that how you treat the person who just rescued you from suffering?"
Song Qi Nian dared not speak again. Seeing that Shen Chi Yan was still wearing gloves, she remembered that he seemed to have been injured earlier.
Now that her emotions had stabilized, she reached out and gestured, "Is your hand okay?"
Shen Chi Yan took off his glove in front of Song Qi Nian. His entire palm was cut open by the sharp edge of the lamp, flesh and skin torn apart.
Song Qi Nian's face changed drastically. She immediately got up to find the first-aid kit.
She first used iodine to disinfect it for Shen Chi Yan, then wrapped it with gauze…
Shen Chi Yan's hands were so beautiful; she hoped they wouldn't be scarred!
While Song Qi Nian was bandaging his hand, Shen Chi Yan's dark eyes kept gazing at her. This version of Song Qi Nian was docile and gentle, which softened his heart.
But then he seemed to remember something, and his expression turned cold. "Where is your boyfriend?"