The Novelist Forced to Become Famous

Chapter 192

Chapter 192

He stared coldly at Jian Jing for a long time, but he eventually suppressed his anger and said coldly, "You'd better be clear about one thing, I can kill you at any time."

He took out a briefcase from the shadows and patted its white metal shell, "There is a special neurotoxin here, just 3 grams, and it can easily kill an elephant."

Through the thick glass, he emphasized, "Your life is in my hands."

So Jian Jing calmed down and did not provoke him again.

But after being provoked by her earlier, he of course could not just let it go like that, he had to teach her a lesson: "On the police side, do you know where they have checked to?"

She said, "Are they about to check your hometown?"

"Heh heh." He did not actually get angry. There was an interested malice flashing in his eyes, "They started investigating Jiang BaiYan."

Jian Jing's eyelids twitched slightly, not obviously, but it did not escape his eyes.

He curled up the corners of his mouth.

The little girl was still as stubborn as before. Such a brave and arrogant soul could only make her fall into despair, before destroying her personality to truly tame her.

Pacing to the chair and sitting down, he was used to hiding in the darkness, jokingly said: "Surprised? The two hole cards you arranged actually wore each other out."

She calmed down: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"You know it very well." He said, "Your partner is not the police at all. For no reason, the police would not waste police force. They can only open a case after you get into trouble. Moreover, even your 'acquaintance' doesn't seem to approve of what you are doing."

Jian Jing's face became very ugly.

"You don't dare to let Kang Mu Cheng know, but you have to find someone you can trust. After thinking about it several times, you came up with this person: you saved him, and gave him many opportunities. For personal feelings and interests, you can barely trust him." As she became more nervous, he became more relaxed, "Jian Jing, let me teach you one more thing today - never trust anyone."

Jian Jing reacted extremely quickly and immediately said, "Have you been betrayed by someone?"

"Otherwise I wouldn't be standing here now." He shook his head, and his words were somewhat sincere, "Don't trust anyone, people can only trust themselves, each of our souls is lonely."

She said, "Only people who are afraid dare not trust."

"Slandering me does not change the result of your betrayal." He tidied his cuffs and smiled, "The bloody reality is far more useful than well-meaning advice, isn't it?"

She pursed her lips, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, I just underestimated the selfishness of human nature." He made a fair assessment.

Jian Jing stared at him. After a few days, she had somewhat figured out his temperament. Whenever it came to himself, he was always arrogant and irritable, and a little carelessness would provoke his anger.

But when he sat down and taught her life experience like a teacher, his tolerance increased greatly, easily forgiving her offense, choosing to "persuade" her with facts.

What he said was very true.

Every soul is lonely, he is very lonely.

He wanted to confide, wanted to show off, wanted approval.

So her provocation could always get a response - this was not because of his special treatment of "her", but because the back and forth debate and confrontation could make the stagnant heart field ripple with vitality.

Under the temptation of fantasy, people cannot remain absolutely rational, and will say things that should not be said.

"You think what he wants is gratitude, to prove himself, to get your approval." His tone became sharp, like a surgical knife, coldly dissecting Jiang BaiYan's body, "This judgment is not wrong, but you don't really understand him."

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, looking like the person sitting in the cozy office, "He has no soul, just a shell, empty inside. A person like this is destined to look for something to fill the emptiness for a lifetime."

After a short pause, he couldn't help feeling emotional, "He's just a monster, unfortunately I met him too late."

If he could have met that kid a few months earlier, it would have been so great. To feed him with rotten nutrients, instill his ideals in him, he would grow in the dark abyss, like a mushroom with a gorgeous exterior, luring people to swallow him.

How exciting, how exciting it would have been!

What a pity, such a pity.

"Seven years ago, I met him near your house. He was looking for you." He murmured, "Those eyes were so special. You think he's a dog that flatters you, but I know what he wants is not meat bones, but human hearts."

She didn't hear the last few sentences clearly, "What are you talking about?"

People with poor eyesight can't hear well without glasses. He just smiled, "Do you know how I brought you out? It's very simple, I got an invitation - Jiang BaiYan's invitation."

Jian Jing was stunned, and thoughts flashed through her eyes quickly.

What does this mean? Did he anticipate her choice in advance and pulled the rug out from under her, or...

"He betrayed you." He spit out the answer, especially the word "betray", which he pronounced very clearly.

Jian Jing reflexively argued, "That's impossible!"

"Haven't you been listening to me carefully?" He frowned unpleasantly, "What did I just say? You don't understand him at all. He helps you and flatters you, ultimately for the sake of obtaining your feelings. So as long as I can give him the same thing, but faster and simpler, of course he will betray you."

"I don't believe it." Jian Jing maintained her reason and refuted methodically, "It's just an invitation. You have plenty of ways to get it."

He pointed to the high heels and hair clips on the floor, "Don't you think I found these things too easily?"

She clasped her hands over her abdomen, "You have detection devices."

"Never give up until the Yellow River." He sighed helplessly, and took out the prepared recording.

Playback.

The sound of a door opening, footsteps, sitting down, a period of silence.

He asked, "You're looking at me like that, as if there's something you want to say."

"Dr. Wang." Jiang BaiYan said, "I've been consulting with you for more than half a year. I've always talked about myself, and never heard you talk about yourself."

He: "I'm a doctor, of course I should listen more and talk less."

Jiang BaiYan's tone rose, "Then I'm at a big disadvantage."

He laughed, "Okay, since you want to hear it, I can talk about myself too."

"I know Dr. Wang graduated from the University of Edinburgh." Jiang BaiYan's tone was familiar and lively, "So I specifically asked someone to investigate - guess what? The list of international students never had anyone named Wang Shi."

Silence, strange silence.

He pressed pause, and glanced at Jian Jing's expression.

Although he hadn't gotten to the point yet, she wasn't stupid either. If he really wanted to help her wholeheartedly, how could he alert the snake in the grass and take the initiative to poke holes in his identity issues?

He couldn't help laughing again, and played the second recording.

Still Jiang BaiYan's voice: "Why should I agree to your terms? As long as I tell her your whereabouts, she will definitely be grateful to me. Why should I help you?"

"If you really think this way, you wouldn't have revealed the news to me." He said slowly, "Rather than helping, you want to know what happened back then even more."

It took Jiang BaiYan a long time to say, "I am indeed very curious."

"No, you're not curious." In the recording, his voice showed a different charm, low and melodious, attracting people to listen subconsciously, "You want an opportunity, an...opportunity to take advantage of the situation."

Although unable to see the expression, the volume was sufficient. She heard Jiang BaiYan give a soft laugh.

In front of her, this kid always laughed sweetly and lively, as if he was a refreshing summer soda, a warm winter milk tea, snugly comfortable.

But this laugh did not belong to the cheerful youth. It was the deep, meaningful laugh of a young man.

"She is talented and already famous at a young age. In her career, she does not need your help. There are people to protect and escort her. She is righteous and smart, having saved not just you but others too. Many people are grateful to her, you have nothing special."

In the recording, he was praising her. Outside the recording, he was also looking at her with interest.

"What can you use to pursue her, obtain her, and win her heart?" He dissected Jiang BaiYan's heart, dug out clumps of rotten cotton, broke them apart, crushed them, "But this is an opportunity. Her unbearable past is the biggest flaw in her heart. As long as you can seize it, you can get her."

Jian Jing's complexion gradually turned pale, without a hint of color, yet she stubbornly endured and kept listening, as if harboring a faint glimmer of hope.

But she was destined to be disappointed.

After a long silence, Jiang BaiYan said, "So what if that's the case?"

"I can help you."

"Why should I trust you?"

The recording ended there. He would not be stupid enough to expose his plans. She dragged the time stamp to the end.

She heard Jiang BaiYan say, "Alright, I agree."

"Do you understand now?" He enjoyed her expression with great interest, "He has betrayed you and made a deal with me."

Jian Jing pursed her lips. Her chest heaved a few times before she barely suppressed her anger and said sarcastically, "You are no better, having sold him out completely."

He spread his hands and laughed. "I'm doing this for your own good, so you won't cling onto unrealistic fantasies anymore."

She gritted her teeth.

"Angry?" He tapped the table, interlaced his fingers under his chin, and looked at her with certainty. "Don't be angry. I will avenge you."

Jian Jing suddenly raised her head in disbelief. "You want to...frame him?"

"Clap, clap." He applauded and highly praised her, "Clever. Isn't this the best solution?"

As he spoke, he walked over unhurriedly, "The police want a suspect, so I'll give them one. Jiang BaiYan has betrayed you, so I'll also make him pay the price. Everything is perfect."

Under the light, her face turned ghastly pale without a hint of blood. The light in her pupils faded visibly fast. Slowly, she sat down, gripping the edge of the bed with her fingers, the joints turning white from force.

"Jian Jing," he called gently. "Did you really think you could win?"

She stopped talking.

And he knew the astonishing energy stored in her body was slowly dissipating. She would gradually lose her fighting spirit, progressively give up resisting, and sink into endless despair, reliving the scenes from the past.

This was a written play.

She was powerless to change the ending.