No seré tu muñeca

Capítulo 4

Song Meiniang's arrogance vanished the moment Chu Fan turned away, leaving only endless resentment.

What good is temporary victory? Women can never withstand the ravages of time, just like men, who are always prone to fickleness.

Now, another woman is about to emerge, just as she did, to defeat herself and take her place.

Her outstretched hand still hovered in the air. Song Meiniang did not regret her choice; in fact, she felt more gratitude towards the master of this house.

The wounds that snaked along my wrists had long since scabbed over.

Looking back on her past glory, she was able to sell her art, not her body, thanks to her excellent zither playing. Countless dignitaries became her devoted followers.

Brothels are places of gossip and intrigue, a true reflection of the competitive and vying nature of beauty and talent.

Even now, she still hates that bitch, even though she has received her just deserts.

If that bitch hadn't been so jealous of her stealing the spotlight that she hired someone to kill her, she wouldn't have ended up with her hands crippled.

For her, playing the guqin is her interest and her life's pursuit, and the guqin left by her parents is her only support.

To never be able to play the piano again is like losing both legs and never being able to walk again.

In that instant, she even contemplated suicide.

The person who pulled her back from the brink of death is now the owner of this house.

Sweet words and vows of eternal love filled the void in her heart.

Madams are opportunistic; they won't stay a moment longer once someone has lost their usefulness.

Song Meiniang didn't know whether to be thankful that her fate was not to be mistaken, or if heaven had taken pity on her. She left the brothel smoothly and married into this place. She used every means to defeat the original mistress of the house and maintain her current position.

However, Heaven's pity was not as simple as she had imagined.

It was very late when the man of the house returned home, reeking of alcohol.

The man lay drunk on the bed. Song Meiniang rose from the table, moved gracefully, and served him a carefully prepared sugar-coated poison—a hangover tea. She whispered in his ear, "I want to show you something."

"Hmm..." the man murmured incoherently.

"Your birthday is the day after tomorrow, and I specially prepared a gift for you." Song Meiniang pulled the man along, using a combination of gentle persuasion and a soft voice, "Come on~ I specially prepared it for you~"

With bleary eyes, the man staggered toward a cabinet covered in thick velvet in the corner.

Song Meiniang released the man, and with a whoosh, she lifted the velvet cloth, revealing that the man's expression had completely returned to normal.

"What are you doing?" The man burped, looking somewhat amused.

“A few days ago, I was pondering what kind of birthday gift I could give my husband to make it special. Just then, someone came to our door to sell something. I spotted it at first glance; it’s a rare find, one that’s hard to come by even if you searched all over the country. I bought it immediately. Do you like it, my husband?” Song Meiniang laughed heartily. “In my opinion, this coffin decorated with bear carvings is the perfect match for your beastly heart.”

"You..." The man's vision blurred, his legs went weak, and he fell forward.

Song Meiniang carefully and meticulously pushed the stiff-limbed person into the coffin.

"I have already warned my husband that wine is a double-edged sword. A little is pleasant, but too much is harmful. If a person has a secret that cannot be revealed, then he must be even more careful with this double-edged sword."

Chu Fan waited outside for a day and a night, but whether he missed the time while sleeping or the person just happened to leave when he had to go to the bathroom, he still couldn't find the recipient.

The following night.

The servants murmured about where the master was, while the maidservant who was helping Song Meiniang to bed curiously examined the extra cabinet in the room, only to be chased away by a sharp look from Song Meiniang.

In the dead of night, Song Meiniang opened her eyes, got out of bed, and walked to the 'cabinet'.

A crack was left in the coffin lid to allow the person inside to breathe.

She didn't want this man to die so easily.

"How is it? How does it feel to be paralyzed?" Song Meiniang chuckled. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you can't even speak."

Pushing open the coffin lid, Song Meiniang was clearly holding a dagger in her hand.

Do you know what it means to feel pain that cuts to the bone?

The dagger swiftly sliced open a gash in the man's chest, and blood gushed out.

"Yes...yes...no..." the man struggled and begged for mercy.

Song Meiniang was focused on studying the action of disemboweling and piercing the chest in front of her.

"Do you know what it means for someone who cherishes their instrument so much that they can't play? What right do you have to deprive me of my freedom to play? Just to get me? Just to possess me? It's pathetic that I respected you so much, thinking you avenged that bitch for me."

"Mei...Mei Niang, I...I was wrong..." The man was so afraid of death, even though blood was flowing from his throat.

"Can one wrong word get my hand back? Can one wrong word change everything you've done? You ruined my life, and this is my way of getting back at you."

On the second day that Chu Fan continued to guard the gate in accordance with professional ethics, a servant of the manor rushed out of the gate with a panicked expression, and a commotion could be faintly heard from the inner courtyard of the high wall.

With no one guarding the gate anymore, Chu Fan dashed inside.

The first thing that reached my ears was Song Meiniang's shrill, maniacal laughter, and the second thing that caught my eye was a pile of bloody, mangled limbs.

As far as the eye could see, a white figure quietly disappeared around the corner.

Chu Fan chased after him, but it was all in vain.

When she returned, the authorities had already sent people to arrest the crazed Song Meiniang.

When you think of prison cells, words like dark and damp often come to mind.

Backlighting is the breeding ground for evil.

"Who?" Song Meiniang was leaning against the corner of the wall. The jailer had not notified anyone to come and visit her. She was all alone and no one would come to see her.

"Who are you? How did you get in?" She found that the cell door was locked properly, and the strange woman in front of her appeared out of thin air.

Fujihime smiled and slowly squatted down, gradually changing her posture to a sitting position.

Song Meiniang stared in astonishment at the leopard, its body completely black. Its eyes, as bright as stars in the night, were staring at her like a vicious wolf.

"That coffin was sold to you." Fujihime lightly wiped her lower lip with her index finger, a smile on her face.

"What?" Song Meiniang was completely confused.

"It's nothing, I'm just here to fulfill my duties."

Chu Fan quietly returned to the Eight Doors and burned the letter to send it to the deceased recipient's address—this was just a superstitious practice common to the Eight Doors.

A few days ago, news came from the prison that Song Meiniang had committed suicide out of fear of punishment and died.

Chu Fan's sixth sense told him that he was slowly getting closer, slowly getting closer.

He always carefully treasured that lost stub.

One day, he will definitely find this person and get to the bottom of it.

My father's death.

And that mysterious coffin in the house.

A girl's dream

"Do you need to buy a coffin?"

That was a cold voice. Ru Yan turned her head, accidentally knocking over a teacup on the table. A flash of fear crossed her face. "Can you tell me who wants me dead?"

Mu Yan was dressed in pure white, and his gaze always seemed unfocused.

"What, can't I say?" Ruyan smiled bitterly. "He won't even let me go in death?"

Ruyan approached the newcomer with a seductive figure, her fingers tracing his cheek. "The White Impermanence I heard about when I was a child didn't look this handsome."

Seeing that the other person didn't even glance at her, Ruyan became even more intrigued. "People outside are saying that recently there's been a man dressed in white going around asking people if they want to buy a coffin. Normally, everyone could just laugh it off as the ravings of a madman. But someone actually investigated it seriously. What was that man's name again? Oh, right, I think it was something like Fan. The result really shocked everyone—everyone who got in touch with this man died."

Ruyan's smile faded, and she mimicked that cold voice, saying, "Want to buy a coffin?" Then she laughed loudly, completely overturning her previous image, "Don't you think this is like a curse? For example, somewhere, there's someone who hates you very, very much, and then that person uses an ancient method to curse the person they hate to take your life. However, I never believe in nonsense."

Ruyan's fingers traced circles on his chest. "Why don't you tell me, who exactly are you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ruyan staggered, and the person she had just been leaning on had vanished without a trace.

The following day, the entire Han family was filled with anxiety.

The bells jingled incessantly, yellow talismans flew everywhere, and a group of Taoist priests chanted incessantly.

Ruyan sat on the armchair to the side, trying to appear calm, but her face looked unwell.

Just then, Mr. Han returned home after finishing his business. His face, which was etched with wrinkles at the age of fifty, was furrowed with worry, and his furrowed brows clearly showed his bewilderment at the scene before him.

"What are you doing?" After sternly scolding the maid, Master Han walked over to his beautiful wife, his tone immediately changing 360 degrees. "Madam, what's wrong? You look so pale. Are you feeling unwell?" Then, Master Han angrily shouted, "Xiao Ju, how are you taking care of Madam? Hurry up and call a doctor! What are you doing bringing these quack Taoist priests here? They've made a mess of the house!"

"I invited them." Ru Yan coughed lightly, choked by the smoke from the Taoist priest's ritual.

Master Han immediately offered a teacup with both hands, trying to appease her, "Didn't you say you didn't believe in these things, Madam? When Ye'er left earlier, didn't you refuse to let these Taoist priests into the house?"

Ruyan's hand trembled slightly, and a ripple appeared in her eyes.

Realizing he had misspoke, Mr. Han hurriedly corrected himself, "As long as Madam is happy, that's all that matters."

Unbeknownst to anyone, two people were quietly standing behind the maids and servants at the scene of this farcical exorcism.

“There are always foolish people who take kindness for granted,” Yeon-hee said, stroking the black panther’s shiny fur.

Still dressed in white, Mu Yan remained silent, the smoke from the burning talismans drifting before his eyes, spreading outwards and fading into the distance.

Chu Fan, who had just stepped inside, was unfortunately choked by the smoke and coughed until his cheeks turned red.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I saw that there was smoke everywhere and the weather was dry, so I was careful with fire, right? Hehehe..." Chu Fan tried his best to make his smile sincere, sincere and sincere. He was not some idle person who maintained social security. If he hadn't seen a white, familiar figure, he wouldn't have rushed in.

But in the blink of an eye, facing an empty direction, Chu Fan couldn't help but ask himself: Am I seeing things?

After much deliberation, Chu Fan decided to trust his eyesight, which was comparable to that of a pilot.

This Han family is worth investigating.

"Get out of here!" the servant said sternly as he swept the man away.

"Fine, I'll leave. Even if you invite me to stay for dinner, I won't do it!" Chu Fan glared at them irritably.

That old man is fifty years old and he still married a young woman in her early twenties. She's more like his daughter-in-law.

Humans have evolved for so long, yet the habit of older men dating younger women has been passed down intact.

He only asked the woman if she had run into that guy, and her smiling face immediately darkened; her expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

There's absolutely, positively wrong!

Ever since Chu Fan's visit, Ru Yan's emotions have been fluctuating.