Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks - C.2702: Iā€™m Sorry That I Lied

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Ning Shu pushed Cheng Fei away. ā€œCheng Fei, what exactly do you want to do to me?

ā€œWhat is this place?

ā€œYou lied to me! Your adoptive parents died when you were very young. Why did you lie to me about them?ā€

Cheng Fei sighed. ā€œSo youā€™ve found out about it. Iā€™m sorry that I lied to you about them.ā€

Ning Shu: ā€¦

She didnā€™t know why, but she felt so utterly powerless.

Right now, it would make more sense if Cheng Fei finally showed her his angry and fearsome side.

However, even now, Cheng Fei still talked to her as gently as he always would.

It made people feel extremely powerless.

Ning Shu glared at him. ā€œWhy did you lie to me?ā€

ā€œBecause theyā€™re dead.ā€

ā€œHow did they die? So what if theyā€™re dead? Why didnā€™t you just tell me the truth?ā€

Cheng Fei looked at Ning Shu with gentle and doting eyes. ā€œThey died in a fire. My adoptive parents were burned to death in their own home, along with my five-year-old sister.

ā€œFirefighters were carrying them out of the house by the time I came home from school. Their bodies were completely unrecognizable and contorted. Even my five-year-old sister was dead.ā€

Ning Shu: ā€¦

A fire?

The family of three burned to death while Cheng Fei was still in school.

He had a perfect alibi.

ā€œWhat happened was so terrible that I didnā€™t want to tell you about it. Thatā€™s why I asked someone to pretend to be my parents. Ai Yun, can you forgive me?ā€ Cheng Fei asked Ning Shu.

Ning Shu scratched her hair irritably. This f*ckingā€¦

ā€œThere was no need to hide this from me. Why did you hide it?ā€ Ning Shu stared at him expressionlessly.

ā€œI didnā€™t want anyone to know that I was orphaned twice.ā€

Ning Shu: Oh, how pitifulā€¦

F*ck, she really wanted to beat this guy up.

He really did have a silver tongue, didnā€™t he?

ā€œThen, why did you bring me here?ā€ Ning Shu asked coldly.

Cheng Fei still feigned innocence. ā€œDidnā€™t you want to come here for a trip?ā€

Ning Shu really wanted to give him a big slap with the back of her hand and chew him out.

Ning Shu shrugged. ā€œWho would take a trip to a fricking basement? Do you think formalin-soaked corpses make for a nice view?ā€

Cheng Fei helplessly sighed. ā€œI didnā€™t mean to show you the corpses.ā€

Ning Shu: ā€¦

Even now, he was still trying to act cute!

Cheng Fei picked up an amber stone from the foot of the wall to show Ning Shu. This one had a womanā€™s hand in it.

The hand was slender and beautiful. It had fair skin, delicate pink nails, and no hangnails.

Its contrast against its backdrop, the dark yellow amber, made the hand look even more beautiful.

ā€œWhy are you showing me this?ā€ Ning Shu asked expressionlessly.

ā€œI told you that Iā€™ve found a way to make you live forever. This is it. You can be preserved, forever, in your most beautiful state. Youā€™ll be forever serene and beautiful.ā€

Ning Shu: ā€¦

The fuck?

ā€œYou want to kill me?ā€ Ning Shuā€™s face was filled with disbelief.

Cheng Fei shook his head. ā€œI love you so much. How could I possibly kill you?

ā€œI want to preserve you while you are still at your most beautiful. Iā€™ll preserve your beauty so that youā€™ll be with me forever,ā€ Cheng Fei affectionately said.

ā€œYou mean by making me a fossil?ā€ Ning Shu said incredulously. Her facial muscles trembled.

What an appalling, messed-up idea!

She felt that Cheng Fei shouldnā€™t have been a doctor. He fit being a mad artist much better.

A deranged, unscrupulous artist.

Cheng Fei was severely mentally ill.

He was capable of killing someone and fossilizing them out of ā€˜affectionā€™.

How great, what deep love!

Ning Shu slapped Cheng Fei right in the face. She slapped him so hard his head was forced to the side.

Cheng Fei slowly turned his face back to look at her. There were blood stains on the corner of his mouth. Still, though, he was looking at Ning Shu with gentle eyes. ā€œCalm down, Ai Yun. Be good, alright?ā€

MTL Editor: Ran

Updated from frš’†ewebnovš’†l.(c)om

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