Sang Yu was dead.
Stabbed by a lunatic, she bled out and died.
She didn’t die instantly. The murderer’s face was twisted with rage. “How dare you compete with my goddess for a man? This is your fate!”
Blood gushed out ceaselessly.
Staining the ground crimson.
Perhaps thinking she wouldn’t survive, the man muttered insanely, “No one will ever stand in the goddess’s way again.”
“She’ll be happy from now on.”
Then he dropped the murder weapon and staggered away.
See?
Told you he was a lunatic.
Not only did he leave evidence behind, but he didn’t even confiscate Sang Yu’s phone.
In the dim underground parking lot, her handbag lay quietly on the ground.
Its contents were scattered everywhere.
The phone was about two meters away from Sang Yu, not too far.
Blood loss made her hands and feet icy cold.
But a powerful will to survive kept her going. Sang Yu crawled forward with difficulty, leaving a long, glaring trail of blood behind her.
Just a little more, and she could reach the phone.
Nausea and dizziness struck simultaneously.
Forcing Sang Yu to stop moving.
She stretched out her hand with all her might, her bloodstained fingertips brushing against the cold surface of the phone.
Call 120.
That was Sang Yu’s only thought.
“Buzz—”
The phone vibrated.
The phone she had finally managed to grasp slipped from her hand again because of the vibration.
Sang Yu had excellent eyesight. In that brief moment, she saw the message.
Only two words.
Clarify.
The sender was her childhood friend, the boyfriend she had been with for seven years.
Now her fiancé.
They had planned to register their marriage next month.
Lu Jiayu said getting married in spring would be perfect—the weather would be neither too hot nor too cold, and she could wear the most beautiful wedding dress.
Even though they didn’t plan to invite guests, she deserved to have everything others had.
Yes, because Lu Jiayu’s career was on the rise, they had decided to keep their marriage a secret for various reasons.
It was a decision both families had agreed upon.
Sang Yu’s parents believed that fans nowadays weren’t rational enough, and keeping the marriage secret would protect Sang Yu.
Sang Yu curled her lips weakly. Was he really in such a hurry?
To protect his new love from online harassment, he wanted her to issue a statement: she and Lu Jiayu were never in a relationship, just ordinary friends.
All these years felt like a joke.
If she were alone, Sang Yu wouldn’t fear death.
But she had parents and friends. Why should she give up her life for a man?
The phone was stained with blood, making it hard to hold.
Sang Yu was running out of strength.
The phone slipped from her fingertips again and again, and with her fumbling, it was pushed even farther away.
“Why can’t I do it!” She had already touched it.
Despair grew in her heart.
Sang Yu felt cold all over, her hand dropping weakly.
It seemed she could only be an unfilial daughter, letting her parents bury their child.
Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
So sleepy.
A tear slid from the corner of her eye, disappearing without a trace.
“Jiayu, is Miss Sang willing to issue the statement?”
“Wait a little longer. I’ve already sent her a message.”
Lu Jiayu pursed his lips. Sang Yu wasn’t the type to cling desperately. With today’s trending topic and his message just now, he believed she would understand his meaning.
His mind was a mess, and there was an inexplicable sense of panic.
He attributed it all to the trending topic.
The top trending topic was a photo of him and Ye Fei entering the same hotel.
Before that, they had also gone to a couples’ restaurant, the filming location of a movie he and Ye Fei had starred in two years ago.
Two years later, they collaborated again and revisited the old place.
Enough to fuel wild imaginations.
The second trending topic was the exposure of his relationship with Sang Yu.
Old photos from years ago, showing a boy and a girl in school uniforms, their faces youthful and innocent.
He had his arm around her shoulder.
Lu Jiayu closed his eyes. He knew Sang Yu’s temperament—she couldn’t tolerate the slightest impurity.
Even if nothing had happened between him and Ye Fei, she would still feel deeply uncomfortable.
What she wanted was unconditional favoritism and loyalty.
He had no choice but to follow this path to the end.
Sang Yu wouldn’t give him the chance to waver.
Ye Fei’s face was pale. Since her debut, her career had been smooth sailing.
This was the first time she had experienced online violence, and only now did she realize how terrifying public opinion could be.
As soon as she closed her eyes, words like “third party,” “bitch,” and “homewrecker” would flood her mind.
They lingered relentlessly.
Looking at Ye Fei curled up on the single sofa, Lu Jiayu’s eyes held a trace of pity.
“It’s not your fault. I was already planning to break up with Sang Yu—I just never found the right opportunity to make it clear to her.”
Sang Yu reappeared in Lu Jiayu’s villa just in time to hear these words.
But no one could see her.
Because she was already dead.
Now, she was nothing more than a transparent ghost.