I stiffly turned my head and saw Zhou Yan, covered in blood, leaning against the dressing table by my bay window, smiling at me.

Frightened, I slipped and fell to the floor from the bay window.

Zhou Yan reached out to pull me up, but I whimpered and desperately backed away, my eyes filled with terror.

With nowhere left to retreat, he easily lifted me off the ground with his blood-stained hands.

Zhou Yan was a handyman. Though he looked refined, his body was tall and strong, and he had significant strength.

He half-dragged, half-carried me to the kitchen. I glanced at the knives on the kitchen rack and panicked.

Zhou Yan let go of me, and I quickly turned around, clutching the counter for support.

As I turned, a piece of bloody flesh brushed past my ear and landed on the counter.

I shook like a sieve and my legs were too weak to stand. I cried softly, begging him to let me go.

"Rong Rong, I'm hungry. Cook me some noodles with that piece of meat on the table," Zhou Yan said softly.

Seeing that I didn't move, Zhou Yan stepped forward.

"Don't come closer!"

I was holding the fruit knife I had just grabbed from behind me.

"Rong Rong, the tip of the knife should be pointed at me, right?" Zhou Yan teased, gently adjusting the knife's direction.

"Rong Rong, come on, you'll only have one chance!" Zhou Yan smiled with a hint of helplessness.

My hand holding the knife was trembling incessantly. With my eyes closed, I thrust the knife forward.

"Start cooking!" Zhou Yan coldly tossed the fruit knife onto the counter and leaned against the kitchen door, staring at me.

Suppressing my cries and fear, I turned around and stared at the bloody piece of meat on the counter, completely at a loss.

"The meat was bought before I came back, it's not hers, you can cook it safely."

Seeing my face full of confusion and disbelief, Zhou Yan took out his phone from his pocket and showed me the payment record from WeChat at Xiao Liu's Meat Shop, 55 yuan.

It seemed that the meat was indeed bought by Zhou Yan, not his wife's.

But I still didn't dare to cut the meat,

because I had just witnessed Zhou Yan killing his wife.

The flesh spilling from her belly was as bloody as this piece of meat.

"What, are you planning not to eat meat anymore? I really didn't mean for you to see that," Zhou Yan said apologetically.

Now I was completely enveloped in fear, tears streaming down my face.

Annoyed, Zhou Yan dragged me away from the counter and threw me onto the sofa.

Then he turned and went into the kitchen.

I heard the sound of a knife slicing through meat, followed by the sound of running water. A few minutes later, Zhou Yan came out with two bowls of meat noodle soup.

He placed one bowl on the coffee table in front of me and handed me a pair of chopsticks.

Looking at the meat strips on top of the noodles, my stomach churned.

I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, retching violently over the toilet.

Zhou Yan appeared behind me, patting my back and pulling a few tissues to wipe my mouth.

During the brief moment I wiped my mouth, he even handed me a cup filled with water to rinse my mouth.

"Sorry, Rong Rong. Next time, I won't be in such a hurry to act right at the door," Zhou Yan's apologetic words hit my heart. The thought of a next time terrified me.

"If you don't want to eat, go to sleep. I'll stay in your guest room tonight," Zhou Yan said nonchalantly.

I was stunned on the spot.

I hoped this demon would leave, leave now.

"Don't worry, I'll pay you rent," Zhou Yan said to himself, then lifted me back onto my bed in the master bedroom.

Before leaving the master bedroom, he took my phone, which had run out of battery, along with the charging cable.