She Came From Hell (GL) - Chapter 29
Shen Yilan’s eyes were dim, as if covered with a layer of ash. The deep, pitch-black color of her eyes was filled with coldness, with no pretense or disguise. There was a faint hint of murderous intent in her gaze.
It turned out everything had been fake, all a lie. It turned out that feelings could really be faked.
Mr. Shen was like this, Mrs. Shen was like this, Jiang Ziyan was like this, Chu Ying was like this, and in the end, even her last hope, her final bit of rationality, Old Madam Shen was the same.
No one noticed the girl who had appeared behind the tree, nor did anyone realize when she had suddenly disappeared.
Fu Jingsheng looked at the time and frowned.
“Yinxuan, go check if your sister is done with her shower. It’s been over half an hour, and she hasn’t come out. I’ll go downstairs and get some food,” Fu Jingsheng said before getting up and leaving the suite.
Fu Yinxuan also found it strange—why was she taking so long?
He walked into the bedroom and approached the bathroom door, knocking on it.
“Xiao Lan, are you done yet?”
There was no answer from inside. Fu Yinxuan knocked again, his concern growing. He twisted the doorknob, but it was locked from the inside. He knocked again.
“Xiao Lan, Xiao Lan, can you hear me? If you do, give me a response!” Fu Yinxuan began to worry, thinking about the mother and daughter he had seen on TV earlier. Was Shen Yilan thinking about something drastic?
Just as Fu Yinxuan was about to break down the door, the bathroom door opened from the inside.
Shen Yilan had finished her shower and changed her clothes, though her hair was still damp.
Fu Yinxuan gave her a quick look, noticing her slightly red eyes, as if she had been crying.
“You’re done? Why didn’t you answer me? Come out, I’ll help you dry your hair.” His voice was warm, like the call of summer, as though it could melt the chill of winter. He didn’t ask if she had been crying, nor did he question why she was upset.
Fu Yinxuan knew that asking those questions would be like stabbing at Shen Yilan’s heart.
Shen Yilan kept her head down and said nothing, obediently walking out of the bathroom and sitting on the bed for him to dry her hair.
“You guessed it, so why are you still so kind to me?” Shen Yilan sat with her back to Fu Yinxuan, her head lowered. Her voice was slightly trembling, as if she was struggling to hold back the sadness in her heart.
Fu Yinxuan paused for a moment, and the image of that bright, sunny girl flashed through his mind. Her smile, like a ray of sunlight, seemed to light up everything, driving away all the darkness with its warmth.
He didn’t answer her, instead continuing to dry her hair. The room was very quiet, with only the sound of the hairdryer filling the air.
Shen Yilan didn’t ask again. She had known from the start that Fu Yinxuan wouldn’t answer her. She had just wanted to ask.
The conversation she overheard between Mr. Shen and Old Madam Shen kept replaying in her mind. Suddenly, she let out a self-deprecating laugh. Everything had been her own misguided affection. This world was truly laughable, and she, even more so.
It turned out she had never had anything, that she had always been alone.
Now, she was more willing to believe that Fu Yinxuan’s kindness was also fake, just like everyone else—everyone wanted something from her, all with ulterior motives.
After her hair was dried, Shen Yilan lay down on the bed and fell asleep. Fu Yinxuan covered her with a blanket and left the bedroom, sitting down in the living room, lost in thought.
Fu Jingsheng returned with some food and saw Shen Yilan lying in the bedroom, sound asleep. He didn’t intend to wake her, so he and Fu Yinxuan ate together in the living room.