While I was in a daze, Song Rui walked around me, heading straight inside, shouting Zhou Yan's name as he went.

I looked at Zhou Yan, who was actually standing by the wall near the door, with a puzzled expression.

Zhou Yan reached out and closed the door.

We stood by the door, watching Song Rui walk straight to Zhou Yan's master bedroom with familiarity.

Zhou Yan and I watched as Song Rui briskly walked into the master bedroom.

We then heard Song Rui's terrified screams together.

And then we watched together as Song Rui tumbled and crawled out of the master bedroom.

Song Rui's face was pale, his lips trembling. He pointed a shaking finger at Zhou Yan and me.

With a trembling voice, he said, "It was you! You killed Xiao Su! I'm calling the police!"

I looked at the tear stains on Song Rui's face, not knowing if it was out of fear or sadness. I thought it was probably the former.

After all, Song Rui probably didn't have a heart.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have openly cheated on me, openly domestically abused me, and recklessly wanted to divorce me right after my father passed away.

I watched as Song Rui shakily took out his phone from his pocket. Before he could unlock it, Zhou Yan stepped forward and snatched the phone, smashing it hard on the ground in front of him.

It seemed only then did Song Rui realize the danger.

Song Rui did not look at me. He got up from the ground and looked at Zhou Yan, who was lighting a cigarette.

He quickly walked over, shakily helping Zhou Yan light the cigarette.

I was stunned, rooted to the spot.

I hadn't seen him bow and scrape to light someone else's cigarette for many years.

After rising to prominence thanks to my father, others would always beg him.

This scene was truly ironic.

After lighting the cigarette, Song Rui feigned composure and said, "Zhou Yan, as you know, I have a lot of money. I can give you however much you want."

Seeing Zhou Yan remain silent, Song Rui added, "I can also get you promoted, and increase your salary. You are capable and well-educated..."

Zhou Yan looked at Song Rui, who was speaking to him kindly about promotions and salary, and suddenly laughed.

With a devilish grin, Zhou Yan said, "Rong Rong, after all that careful selection, you chose this piece of work!”

I stood by the door, my face cold, saying nothing.

Suddenly, Zhou Yan threw the knife in his hand toward where I was standing.

Instinctively, I jumped aside to dodge.

Just as I steadied myself, I heard Zhou Yan's emotionless voice, "Here's the knife, kill him."