Deadly Trap.

Chapter 52. Blood debts must be repaid in blood.

Amidst the ringing in her ears and the pounding in her heart, Su Li's vision went completely blank. She knew Gu Mufeng must be apologizing. She watched as those lips, to which she had given all her passion, opened and closed.

But she was afraid.

Suddenly, she discovered that the overwhelming love that her selfish desires had brought her was both blind and dangerous.

The abyss in Gu Mufeng's eyes was like another life she couldn't understand; the speed at which he drew his knife was even more—

She knew little about Gu Mufeng's present; she knew nothing about his past. He couldn't have risen to the top of Minzhou's underworld in a single step. So, what had he done before she met him and got close to him?
Su Li kept her eyes tightly closed.

Who knows.

She never imagined that Gu Mufeng would be a "good person" with clear-cut distinctions between right and wrong.

But why is it that, from beginning to end, he and she resonate so deeply, like a chaotic sympathy? And why is this resonance not even about money, the only thing she has ever believed in? What's wrong with her?
She has never been one to be easily swayed by emotions or to be easily softened by feelings. Can love truly be so blind?

“I know you’re not stupid. But just this once; just this once. Forget it. If you’d rather forget me…” His voice was low.

When Su Li opened her eyes again, she came to her senses. Her gaze was unfocused, but she refocused her eyes on the hand in front of her.

Looking down at her arm, where the veins and blood vessels were clearly visible, Gu Mufeng carefully kept a distance from her. He knelt down, turning his suit jacket towards her.

Su Li then realized that she was only wearing the thin silk dress she had worn when she entered the room, disheveled and shivering. The ground was cold, and the winter night was getting chilly.

Su Li sighed.

Just as Gu Mufeng's cuffs always concealed a blade for self-defense, his heart always inadvertently revealed tenderness and consideration, yet he restrained and concealed it, carefully preventing her from touching it.

Unable to contain her emotions, Su Li threw herself into Gu Mufeng's arms and burst into tears. She could feel his stunned expression. Su Li knew very well: she had only herself to blame.

He was exactly what she wanted.

After a brief, profound shock, Gu Mufeng held Su Li tightly in his arms. All he could give her was this: to hold her tight until she had shed all her tears and resentment for him, until her tears pierced his heart like a thousand arrows.

Until, in his arms, she broke into silent sobs.

Gu Mufeng had been waiting all along. Waiting for her to say it herself, that she loved him.

However, he hadn't expected it. When he truly knew that he had finally gotten what he wanted and had completely won Su Li's heart, Gu Mufeng felt an unbearable weight in his heart.

Finally, Su Li slowly cried herself to sleep. She nestled close to him in his tight embrace, which he refused to loosen for even a moment, and eventually drifted off to sleep, still crying herself to sleep.

It's time for him to leave.

As gently and quietly as possible, Gu Mufeng carried Su Li back to her narrow bed and carefully tucked her in.

He pondered quietly by the bedside for a while. Su Li's long hair, stained with tears, clung to his fingers, which he was reluctant to let go of. On her neck, the kiss marks from the gentle pecking he had left that evening were still there; and a faint, bright red wound was visible beneath her chin: the blood had already congealed.

The marks of desire and the price of losing control are clearly imprinted on Su Li.

He was silent.

His right hand, accustomed to its movements over the years, deftly twirled the blade before slipping it into his sleeve. He then silently picked up his black suit jacket from the floor and walked straight to the door.

He couldn't help but turn around. Su Li was curled up asleep in a small ball.

Tonight, his long-dormant impulse had kept Quenxus and Bran waiting for him outside the school gates for far too long. Tomorrow, naturally, he would find a way to make Su Li forget him, to make her forgive him, to make her fall in love with him again...

It's getting colder late at night.

He was depressed when he left alone.

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"Wang Yiheng was a man of impeccable conscience and utmost sincerity. As a friend, he was devoted to life; as a husband, he... It is lamentable that fortune is fleeting and joys and sorrows are unpredictable. Now, please come to the coffin to pay your respects."

Sturdy pines and cypresses. Regardless of personal feelings, sunlight filtered through the branches and fell brightly and vibrantly on his dark shoulders. Behind Gu Mufeng, dressed solemnly in all black today, Zhou Yi, Dai Ze, Li Enzuo, Bran, Lilith, and even Vain, who had left Minzhou and completely retired, rushed back. Except for Zhou Yi, the entire Friday Night group was present. They were united in their hatred of the enemy, both solidarity and seriousness.

At this moment, personal feelings no longer mattered. In any case, Gu Mufeng had to set an example and bid farewell to Yiheng.

He held the coffin lid for a long time, his lips pressed tightly together, remaining silent for a long time. The coldness of the coffin seeped into his palm, and Gu Mufeng suddenly felt as if he had returned to the night of Yiheng's wedding.

The hall was filled with guests, and Yiheng's face was flushed from drinking. Knowing he never liked being in the limelight, Yiheng still nervously gripped his bride's hand. The young couple exchanged playful glances and stumbled through the hall to him.
"I've said it before, this is Gu Mufeng, the senior I trust most. He's the one who calls the shots in Minzhou. If you can't find me for a while, just look for him. He's the right person to contact."

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The coffin lid held a heavy bow, Gu Mufeng's furrowed brows resting on his clenched fists. He never imagined that Yiheng's drunken joke would become a self-fulfilling prophecy, a lifelong entrustment.

Just as the river flows eastward, life goes on forever; Dai Ze and Li Enzuo searched the entire city but could not find the body. In the end, all Gu Mufeng could return to Yiheng was his head in the coffin.

And on Monday, they were completely unaware of it.

Finally making up his mind, Gu Mufeng removed his gloves, placed his heavy hand on the coffin lid, and walked around the coffin step by step.

Returning to the starting point, he simply extended his hand to Yiheng's widow, who stood beside the coffin, holding her newborn child—the bride whose face had once been shy and happy.

The other person turned their head away, their eyes filled with resentment, and refused to look at him, only silently shedding tears.

Yes. He should have protected Yiheng, but in the end, he could only offer a silent farewell.

When the widow tore the pension and insurance to shreds in front of him, she vented her pain on him with tear-soaked slaps and wailing. That very night, Gu Mufeng rushed to Su Li without stopping, brutally venting his lust on her, just to prove that he possessed her, that he controlled her, and that she was his only refuge.

At the funeral, he only leaned in slightly to say a few words to the widow that no one else would ever hear.

He had entrusted Yiheng's wife and children to him for the rest of his life.

Although it couldn't bring back their happy wedding, he couldn't stay at the funeral for long.

The sun was shining brightly in Minhang, a perfect day for a sniper. Zhou Yi caught up and tried to stop him, but behind Gu Mufeng, Welsh quickly opened a black umbrella, shielding him from any possible ambush in the cemetery.

On the tree-lined avenue, Gu Mufeng's car waited at the head of the long convoy. As Gu Mufeng approached, Quenxus, who was standing guard beside the car, stepped forward and opened the car door for him first.

Power in one hand, capital in the other. Gu Mufeng knew he had already plunged into the torrent. Since he held the fate of others in his hands, he had to be prepared to bear the heavy burden of that fate. Blood debts must be repaid in blood.

just.

As he pasted the fragrant grass in the cemetery, suddenly, a gust of wind arose. The wind whipped up the hem of his black suit, and also swirled up countless blades of grass. His hand was already on the car door. In that instant, he couldn't help but look up with the wind:

The sun shone brightly on his face.

Amidst the towering pines and cypresses, the sky is a deep, clear blue, just like her gentle nature.

The sky is too dazzling. Ultimately, it doesn't belong to him. He will only hurt her.

Turning around, Gu Mufeng got into the car, crushing even the last insignificant personal feelings into the dust. The matte midnight blue Panamera executive sedan wound its way towards the center of Minzhou City.

He vowed to make the "big shots" pay a bloody price. It all started with Gu Jia.

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Next chapter: Gu Garden
[Author's Note | Chapter 52]

Yi Heng's death finally marked a final farewell, but Gu Mufei also buried their private feelings together.

He transformed himself into a blade of revenge, vowing to carry out his eleven-year plan to the end and to make the blood debt pay in blood.

But what about Su Li?
Where will Gu Mufeng's love at first sight lead? Can a person truly force their feelings with willpower?
What exactly happened to the Gu family nineteen years ago?
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