Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Jun, having vented his anger, slowly froze, his tense nerves gradually relaxed, and his violent emotions slowly subsided.

He looked down at the person beneath him. Bai Meng on the bed had already stopped struggling. Her eyes were wide open and lifeless. Her body was covered with bruises and welts, and a deep, grotesque finger mark encircled her neck.

He trembled as he reached out a finger, tentatively probing Bai Meng's breath. His fingertip touched only deathly silence, without the slightest movement of air.

At that moment, his blood froze, his pupils contracted sharply, he frantically withdrew his hand, and collapsed onto the edge of the bed, trembling uncontrollably with fear—he had personally killed his girlfriend of four years.

After hearing Bai Meng's bloody account of her past, millions of viewers in the live stream and those connected via video chat gasped in unison, feeling a chill run down their spines and a coldness rising from their hearts.

Just because of a baseless suspicion and a casual ride home from a colleague on a rainy night, this man was able to brutally kill his first love of several years. His obsessive and violent nature is truly chilling.

She loved eating xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), but a chill ran through her body. Images of her fiancé, Xiaojun, – usually gentle, kind, and considerate – kept flashing through her mind. She simply couldn't accept the image of the calm, ruthless killer before her, who meticulously disposed of the body afterward.

She found herself next to her fiancé, with whom she had spent every day and prepared for their wedding. But she knew in her heart that Bai Meng had become a wandering spirit, lingering in the mortal realm only to plead her grievances; there was no need for her to fabricate such a lie that would destroy her own karma. She clenched her slightly trembling hands, her voice shaking as she pressed, "And then? After he committed the murder, what did he do?"

Bai Meng, dressed in white, moved gently, her eyes filled with unyielding sorrow and resentment, as she slowly recounted the rest of the story.

"The moment he killed me with his own hands, he was indeed terrified and panicked. But after a short while, he forced down his fear, his mind turned ruthless and meticulous, and he began to calmly plan how to cover up his crime and erase all traces of the murder. He found a large suitcase, curled up my body inside, and dared not take high-speed rail or trains, which require real-name registration, so he called a ride-hailing car and dragged the heavy suitcase straight to his hometown in the countryside."

"After I died, my soul left my body and I could only helplessly follow behind him, watching him do all of this. When the ride-hailing driver saw the huge suitcase, he casually asked if I was moving back to my hometown. I replied indifferently that I was having trouble making a living in the city and was planning to return to my hometown. The driver was used to seeing migrant workers coming and going in big cities and didn't think much of it, so he dutifully took me to the village entrance."

"After arriving at my hometown, he took advantage of the dead of night when no one was around, dragged his suitcase to a secluded river outside the village, and sank himself and his suitcase into the deep water, completely burying my body. After doing all this, he returned to his rented apartment in the city that night, carefully wiped away all signs of a struggle and my personal belongings, cleaned the scene spotlessly, then checked out of the apartment with the landlord and moved to a brand new place, completely severing all ties with the past."

"To prevent any future trouble, he took my phone and chatted with himself in my voice, fabricating a chat log of an argument and a peaceful breakup between the two of us. My parents couldn't contact me for a long time and, in their anxiety, reported me missing to the police. When the police routinely summoned him for a statement, he calmly produced the fabricated chat log as evidence, lying that we had already broken up and that he had never seen me since. The police could never find my body, and there was no evidence of murder. In the end, they could only file it as a missing person case, allowing him to evade justice for several years with a carefully planned disguise."

The live stream chat exploded, filled with indignation and lingering fear:

My God, that's some seriously insane mental fortitude! Murder, body disposal, fabricating evidence—the whole process was executed flawlessly. A true demon!

[Female lead, you're lucky you met Bai Meng, who warned you of the injustice. If you had married her without thinking, you might have been the next victim!]

Behind the disappearance case lies a premeditated murder. This Xiao Jun was too good at disguising himself; he was gentle and refined in public, but a violent killer in private!

[Miss Bai Meng is so pitiful. She fell in love, only to have her body dumped at the bottom of the river, never to be found, while the murderer is free and even planning to marry someone new!]

After hearing this, Ai Chi Xiao Long Bao's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed into her chair. A sense of lingering fear swept over her, and her back was already soaked in cold sweat.

"So all these years, you've been by his side?" Ai Chi Xiao Long Bao's voice trembled, and an endless bitterness welled up in her heart.

Bai Meng's frail, white-clad spirit swayed gently, her eyes filled with a lingering resentment and hatred. She slowly recounted the reason: "After my murder, the overwhelming resentment and bitterness in my heart solidified into an obsession, preventing my soul from entering the cycle of reincarnation. I could only follow him relentlessly. I watched helplessly as he fled to another place to escape his punishment, completely abandoning the city where the crime occurred. In the years that followed, he seemed to have a sudden awakening. He abandoned his former arrogant and complacent nature, diligently submitting resumes and humbled himself to start from the bottom as a low-level employee. His career wasn't particularly wealthy, but it was stable and smooth, and his life became increasingly respectable. Later, by chance, I met you, fell in love with you, and step by step, we set a wedding date and began preparing for our wedding."

At this point, Bai Meng gave a bitter laugh, her tone full of contempt and nausea: "When I first saw you, I felt nothing but utter disgust. Your eyebrows, eyes, and face shape are seven or eight parts similar to mine. Now I finally see through it all. He chose to be with you not because he truly liked you, but simply because he used you as a substitute for me, relying on a face that resembles mine to make up for the lingering guilt in his heart, or to satisfy his twisted possessiveness."

"Every day I watched you happily choosing your wedding dress, buying wedding favors, and looking forward to your married life. But you were kept in the dark the whole time, completely unaware that the person next to you was a murderer with a criminal record, who dumped the body in the river. Countless times I tried to warn you in your dreams, but at that time my soul power was weak and my yin energy was scattered, so I couldn't even do that, let alone directly touch you and talk to you. Until recently, when you finalized your wedding date and went on a lavish spending spree for wedding items, my resentment accumulated over the years continued to gather, and my soul became increasingly solid, finally gaining the ability to interfere with physical objects. I couldn't appear in person to explain the situation to you, so I had to resort to this desperate measure: repeatedly destroying wedding photos, tearing up invitations, and ruining wedding favors, creating panic with a series of strange events to make you suspicious and seek out a wise person to answer your questions, all to stop you from jumping into this deadly marriage pit."

After hearing what she said, Ai Chi Xiao Long Bao suddenly understood. All the fear and confusion that had been lingering in her mind vanished, replaced by overwhelming lingering fear and deep gratitude towards Bai Meng.

It turns out that the "ghostly events" that had kept her up at night were not malicious, but rather a life-saving alarm bell that the poor girl who died unjustly was trying her best to ring for her.