"Hehe... wife, do you really not trust me?"
Chen Jie heard Huang Wanâerâs words but did not answer directly; instead, he asked in return.
The initiative to invite him to play this game was actually in her hands; as long as he did not intend to kill, the game would not even start.
She would not proactively report to Nan Batian.
Only if she were killed by him would this so-called letter reach Nan Batianâs hands.
In fact, this all stemmed from her inherent kindness.
It was reality that had forced her into the appearance of a madwoman, yet in her heart, she was not born with madness.
Like this game, if it were a born madman, he would impose a time limit.
For instance, if she werenât killed within a month, she might hand the letter to Nan Batian, putting Chen Jie in great danger either way; but she hadnât done that.
She had only given herself a very passive condition.
That is, only her death would trigger the game, which showed that she was fundamentally kind; she didnât want to hurt anyone proactively, her madness was induced by external pressures.
Or rather, her madness was more like a form of self-protection.
She was a pitiable person indeed.
Chen Jie sighed, and Huang Wanâer looked at him, "What are you sighing for?"
Chen Jie said, "Iâm sighing because, at your core, you are still kind; your game, had you made it a month, and if the task were incomplete, and you sent this letter to Nan Batian, I would have been completely passive. But now, as long as I donât want to kill you, your game canât harm me."
Huang Wanâer suddenly showed an âoh,â can it really be like that expression.
"Oh, why didnât I think of that, how about seven days?"
Chen Jieâs expression changed instantly, wasnât it mere kindness, but just pure oversight?
"You lunatic!"
Chen Jie was instantly furious.
Huang Wanâer suddenly giggled, like a cunning fox, "Your flustered look is so amusing, especially when you took me to see Avici Hell earlier, you were so arrogant~"
"Alright, alright, I was just teasing you. Thereâs no time limit."
"But the game continues, you still have the choice, to gamble, to kill me to eliminate future trouble, maybe I really like you, and wouldnât write that letter?"
Hearing this, Chen Jie said, "You still donât trust me, huh? Why do you always think I want to kill you?"
Huang Wanâer said, "Because I know your secret, if I speak out, you are undoubtedly doomed. If I were you, I wouldnât hesitate to kill someone who knows my secret."
Chen Jie looked at her, "So, you think I should kill you?"
Huang Wanâer said, "Of course, why shouldnât you?"
"Weâve slept together and together seen Avici Hell."
Chen Jie said.
"So what? Mr. Chen, donât tell me, you have fallen in love with me, hehe... If thatâs so, this game is no longer fun.
"Our relationship is nothing more than cooperation; I needed someone to take me to see Avici Hell, to see scenery Iâd never seen before, and you needed someone to help you. I can see your ambition, and I am just the right person to assist you."
"We are each taking what we need; what about love? That kind of thing?"
"Itâs nothing but a means for people to cover up their dirty dealings. If one party becomes useless, the other will not hesitate to discard them, just like business; when one partyâs pricing is drastically inflated, the deal breaks, and ultimately, love can even turn into hatred."
"So, Mr. Chen, you havenât really fallen in love with me, have you?"
Huang Wanâer looked at Chen Jie playfully.
Chen Jie looked at her for a long time and said, "You are really a madwoman."
"Yes, I am a madwoman."
"But you are a very lucid madwoman; youâre right, how could I love a madwoman? We are just using each other."
Huang Wanâer laughed, "Thatâs right, so, when you feel I can no longer offer you anything, please kill me."
"Why must it be death?"
"Because death is the most glorious curtain call; I need a most glamorous exit~"
Chen Jie, having heard this, said, "Very well, then our deal is complete. In seven days, Iâll come for the second transaction."
Huang Wanâer said, "Good, Iâm prepared for Spirit Transformation Grass, and you also prepare..."
Chen Jie chuckled, "To take you through the Eighteen Layers of Hell..."
...
The two made their agreement, and Chen Jie glanced out the back window, then leaped out but did not go far; instead, he jumped a short distance and flipped back onto the rooftop.
He gently lifted the tiles above the rooftop, right above where Huang Wanâer was.
He didnât know why he wanted to double back and check.
He waited for a while, then heard Huang Wanâer call her maid: Du Juan.
Soon Du Juan came over. Huang Wanâer waved her hand, "Give me that letter."
Du Juan handed it over, and she checked the wax seal and found it hadnât been tampered with; then she had Du Juan take away the bath tub and close the door, she wanted to sleep.
Du Juan went to do it.
After everyone left, Huang Wanâer tore open the wax seal of the envelope and took out the paper inside; it was written with three characters: haha~
"Hmm?"
Chen Jie was stunned; the letter didnât have his name but had âhaha~â written on it.
This madwoman!
Huang Wanâer took out the note, not knowing if she knew Chen Jie had doubled back, shook it in her hand like a little girl who had won a bet with an elder.
Her face was adorned with a genuine, joyful smile.