boyutpedia Chapter 11: The Childhood Sweetheart Who Died in Social Media
Chapter 11: The Childhood Sweetheart Who Died in Social Media
"This must be a scam, right?"
"My husband was perfectly fine just now, how could something like this suddenly happen?"
Su Qianqian stared at the computer screen, her body trembling again. She quickly typed on her phone.
Honey, one joke is enough; any more and it won't be funny.
Today isn't April Fool's Day, so there's no need for jokes.
Click to send.
Su Qianqian gripped her phone tightly with both hands, shook her head and smiled: "It's a joke, it must be a joke."
"How could my husband have gotten into an accident?"
Two minutes later, seeing no reply, Su Qianqian frantically continued typing.
How is my husband doing now?
Please provide the location of the internet cafe where he was stabbed.
……
After typing a few sentences, Su Qianqian suddenly noticed that her friend "Beifeng Xiaoxiao's" profile picture had quickly gone dark.
This means he's offline!
Upon seeing this, Su Qianqian collapsed onto the table and wept bitterly.
If it weren't for the fear that her parents would find out about her online relationship, they would have already had someone investigate "Beifeng Xiaoxiao's" personal information.
It's not like she doesn't even know where the other person is now in trouble.
Meanwhile, a clinic is located a few hundred meters away from the "Extreme Speed Internet Cafe".
The blond-haired man, his face pale, clutched his bleeding stomach and slowly walked through the door.
"Doctor...help me!"
"Oh dear, what's going on?" The doctor in the clinic was immediately startled when he saw the blond-haired man's appearance.
"Lie down quickly, nurse, get some alcohol to disinfect."
A few minutes later.
The doctor applied the last piece of tape to the blond man's tattooed stomach, then breathed a sigh of relief: "Alright, he's fine for now."
"You were lucky this time; you weren't seriously injured. You just need to rest for a few days."
The blond-haired man looked at the doctor gratefully: "Thank you, you've worked hard."
The doctor turned and left, saying, "It's nothing, just pay the money later."
After the doctor left, the blond-haired man's expression suddenly changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, he actually dared to stab me with a knife."
"Once my wounds heal, I'll make you pay for your blood debts... Ouch... Ouch! Ouch!"
As soon as Huang Mao spoke, he aggravated the wound on his stomach, causing him to grimace in pain.
……
"Hey, Old... Old Chen."
Something...something happened.
Chen Junrong, who was lying in bed eating fruit and answering the phone, didn't think much of the voice on the other end: "What's wrong?"
Scarface's voice came through the phone intermittently: "Just now... while disciplining your classmate, I accidentally stabbed him."
With a "whoosh!", Chen Junrong abruptly sat up in bed, his face instantly changing drastically: "What?!"
"Weren't you supposed to teach him a lesson? Why did you use a knife?!"
Beating someone up is completely different from stabbing them with a knife.
The former is just a minor conflict, while the latter involves criminal liability and could potentially lead to imprisonment.
Scarface: "This was an accident; we didn't know it would turn out like this."
"Hurry up and give us some money, we're about to run away, or the police will find out."
Chen Junrong's face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
If everyone is fleeing, it means the situation is far more serious than he imagined.
Could this have resulted in someone dying?
Damn!
Chen Junrong bit his finger and paced back and forth in the room, feeling increasingly panicked.
If Lin Beizhen is stabbed to death, then forget about going to university, whether he can even get out of prison is still unknown.
After all, he was the instigator, and if he were to be sentenced, he would be the mastermind!
"Feed?"
"Old Chen, did you hear that? Give us some money and run away."
"Let me tell you, you're the one who told us to stab that person. If the police catch you, you won't be able to escape either."
Chen Junrong wiped the cold sweat from his face: "I only asked you to teach him a lesson, not to stab him!"
Scarface immediately roared, "What the hell's the use of saying all this now? Just hand over the money!"
"I'm only giving you half an hour. If you don't make it, you'll face the consequences!"
Chen Junrong also became anxious: "You can't do this...feeding?"
When Chen Junrong saw that the other party had hung up the phone, he angrily threw his phone on the bed.
"Hold!"
"How could things have turned out like this!"
After taking a few deep breaths, Chen Junrong hurriedly went to the drawer next to him and found his pocket money.
My family's old house was recently demolished, and my parents have become much wealthier. His allowance has also increased several times over, and he has some spare money.
Chen Junrong pulled out seven or eight hundred-yuan bills and hurriedly left the room.
……
The bathroom door was pushed open, and a cloud of warm steam slowly flowed into the living room.
Song Qingning came out wearing slippers and pajamas covered in Pikachu patterns. Her long, wet hair was casually tied up behind her head, and a dry towel was wrapped around her head.
A few unruly strands of hair hung down beside her ears, making her unmade-up round face appear even whiter and brighter.
On the sofa not far away.
Lin Bei was fast asleep on his side, the thin blanket covering him had slipped to the ground and was now crumpled into a ball.
Seeing this, Song Qingning tiptoed over, gently picked up the blanket, but didn't cover Lin Bei with it.
She squatted down in front of Lin Bei, holding the blanket, and stared ahead with her hands supporting her chin.
Song Qingning found that Lin Bei actually looked quite handsome while asleep.
Thick, not-too-long eyelashes, a high-bridged nose, and delicate features—even with messy, flaxen-colored long hair, his handsome aura is undeniable.
Song Qingning tilted her head, and a faint blush began to rise on her round little face.
Because she was squatting with her back bent, her neckline naturally dropped, leaving a gap in the front of her pajamas that revealed a large expanse of her full, snow-white breasts.
Song Qingning was completely unaware of this. She simply held her round little face in her hands, her gaze sliding from Lin Bei's eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, and then from the bridge of his nose to his chin. The more she looked at him, the more pleasing he became.
Just then, Lin Bei suddenly opened his eyes and met Song Qingning's gaze. His dark brown pupils clearly reflected her panicked expression.
"Hey, have you seen enough?"
Lin Bei's lips curled into a wicked smile: "You wouldn't happen to have some strange thoughts about your own brother, would you?"
Ok? !
Song Qingning froze on the spot.
He... he actually wasn't asleep?
Immediately, a wave of shame washed over her, and Song Qingning's face turned bright red.
"ah!!!"
Song Qingning screamed, jumped up, threw the thin blanket in her hand at Lin Bei, and ran towards the bedroom.
"Lin Bei, you..."
"Can't you just go die?!"
Then, the door slammed shut.
Lin Bei lay on the sofa, reached out and pulled the blanket off his face, turned his head to look at the closed door, and smiled slightly.
"The little girl from before has grown up; she's gone from A to B."
"And, her shy look is really cute."
Lin Bei rolled over, found a comfortable position, and finally fell asleep.