Sinister Ex-Girlfriend Chapter 31

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SEG Chapter 2.16 — The Ninth Nightmare (16)

Once she woke up from the dream, the entire world changed —– empty streets and strange long nights.

Meng Ting Yao tightened her grip on the knife hidden in her sleeve and walked on the quiet street alone. She doesn’t know where she should go. The servants at home seemed to have disappeared in the span of a night. The whole house was frighteningly quiet. When the clock stopped at three, Meng Ting Yao’s heart became even more flustered.

She left her home alone. But before she left, she picked out a knife from the kitchen that wasn’t too big but looked sharp and hid it in her sleeve.

What should she do?

Who should she believe?

Meng Ting Yao recalled that she always kept her phone with her. Right now, she actually didn’t know who she should call.

Perhaps because she was born noble (privileged), Meng Ting Yao had always been a goddess in everyone’s mind. Refined and inviolable.

Everyone saw her cold side,so no one wanted to be friends with her and those infatuated guys kept surrounding her. Meng Ting Yao had long been tired of this kind of life.

Actually, it wasn’t that she didn’t try to make friends before, but because of the disparity in family background, it made her seem incompatible with everyone.

On weekends, the girls in the same dormitory liked to go shopping in the pedestrian street. But except for C City’s largest luxurious jewelry store, Meng Ting Yao has never worn clothes from other stores.

When her classmates gathered for a party, everyone chose a popular buffet restaurant and still sung merrily in a fairly-priced private KTV room. In Meng Ting Yao’s eyes, these kind of places were particularly vulgar and packed, especially unsanitary, unsafe places.

She couldn’t adapt to this kind of environment. This made her seem very out of place.

Because of her incompatibility, everyone felt that she held herself aloft and disdained to be with others.

Afterwards, Meng Ting Yao wanted to make up and fix her relationship with others. She also learned to invite other people to eat at a Western restaurant, but later, others said that she looked down on people and deliberately bully people.

These, Meng Ting Yao was unable to understand–

She was accustomed to tasteful and stylish clothes and those small brand name clothing simply didn’t reach her eyes. What did she do wrong?

She’s never looked down on people who wore small brand name clothing. She didn’t even mind if her friends wore clothes that didn’t even cost 100RMB.

However, the people that she didn’t take offence to, were offended.

Meng Ting Yao knows that there was a phrase in this world called “hate the rich”. In some people’s eyes, whatever the rich did was wrong. Whatever they bought was just to be ostentatious.

Perhaps, no one is willing to help her now.

No one would believe in her.

When Meng Ting Yao thought of this, a bitter feeling spread through her heart.

“Help! Help!”

Right at this moment, Meng Ting Yao heard a voice intermittently calling for help come from an alley not far away.

Who’s that?

Meng Ting Yao hesitated. She finally couldn’t bear her curiosity and quietly walked over.

It was very dark in the alley. Meng Ting Yao could only faintly see the silhouette of two people, as if it was a guy chasing after a girl. It was noteworthy that the guy was holding a knife, white light reflected off the knife.

He’s left-handed.

Meng Ting Yao keenly looked at the man’s left hand that was holding the knife. The girl who had gradually ran near her still didn’t give up and kept calling for help: “Save me! Some one quickly come ah! Who will save me!”

It was already so dangerous but the girl’s voice didn’t shake at all. Also,…. this somewhat neutral voice was so familiar.

This is……

Meng Ting Yao’s body suddenly froze.

Listening to it, this was Bai Xiao Yue’s voice!

“Bai Xiao Yue!”

Almost in an instant, Meng Ting Yao shouted and rushed out.

Although after several efforts, Meng Ting Yao still didn’t truly become friends with Bai Xiao Yue, but they still had some feelings because they stayed in the same dorm for so long.

Meng Ting Yao couldn’t be indifferent at this time. She clearly understood that if she didn’t save Bai Xiao Yue, the next person to die may just be herself.

In the instant Meng Ting Yao appeared, the figures chasing each other were stunned.

“Meng Ting Yao! Meng Ting Yao, quickly save me!”

It was as if Bai Xiao Yue had seized the last straw. After being dazed for a short while, she rushed in Meng Ting Yao’s direction. The man who had been chasing after her hesitated for a moment, turned around and quickly ran away.

“Bai Xiao Yue!”

Meng Ting Yao’s palms at this moment were full of sweat. After seeing that person leave on his own, she breathed a sigh of relief and immediately went to Bai Xiao Yue: “Are you injured?”

When Meng Ting Yao’s palm stiffened when she touched the damp and slippery blood.

“Fortunately, I didn’t die. As luck would have it, my foundation was good.”

Bai Xiao Yue, who grew up in an organization since childhood, was strictly forbidden by Boss Bai to come into contact with the younger brothers in the organization, but she still learned some boxing and kung fu.

Bai Xiao Yue, who was finally out of danger, leaned on one side and familiarly handled the wound with ease while raising her eyes to look at Meng Ting Yao: “It’s really thanks to you. Meng Ting Yao, why are you here?”

Meng Ting Yao took a deep breath and looked at the direction in which the man had just fled: “Bai Xiao Yue, you should also know what circumstances we’re in right now. Who was that person who wanted to kill you just now? He….. is he a ghost?”

Ghost?

Here, there was no difference between ghosts and people.

Bai Xiao Yue finished wrapping up her wound. She let go of some of the strength she used to lean on the wall and sat on the floor: “I don’t know if he’s a person or a ghost, but you and I both know him and are familiar with him. He is….. Fan Shu Jun!”


BLU: Σ(゜゜)


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