Chapter 142: The Sweetness of Fantasy
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“Damn me?”
Chen Yu laughed, his smile brilliant beyond measure.
“Don’t curse me to death so quickly, handsome Shen.”
“I haven’t finished exposing every last one of your filthy secrets yet.”
“Your life afterward must have been wonderful, wasn’t it? After all, wearing Luo Xiangdong’s face, you married Liu Gang’s sister and became his brother-in-law. You became a ‘family member’ in the most legitimate sense of the word.”
Chen Yu’s voice dripped with mockery.
“But no one knew that every night, when the world had fallen silent, you—the sick bastard—would lock yourself alone in the bedroom and…”
Chen Yu paused deliberately. Seeing the fire blazing in Shen Feng’s eyes, he smiled even more brightly.
“You would stare obsessively at a photograph of your wife, Liu Hong, looking at it again and again, fantasizing over and over. How touching. What a pity that the person you were looking at wasn’t Liu Hong at all!”
“Through that photograph, you were looking at her younger brother, Liu Gang! Because the two siblings look so much alike!”
Damn it. If I hadn’t personally gone back and witnessed that scene, I never would have believed there could be anything so disgusting in this world!
Chen Yu ranted inwardly. The depravity of it had completely shattered the limits of human decency.
“You fantasized about all the sweetness between you and Liu Gang—kissing, embracing… Tsk, tsk. You even kept a diary specifically for it!”
“To outsiders, that diary appeared to record your everyday work at the research institute: project developments, technical obstacles, all written in the proper style of a respectable scientist.”
“But when I saw what was really inside, I nearly vomited up last night’s dinner!”
Disgust filled Chen Yu’s voice.
“Every word in that diary was a record of your twisted love for Liu Gang! You weren’t writing about work. You were writing about your sexual fantasies involving another man!”
“And those fantasies gave birth to the third game you created on the island!”
Chen Yu raised three fingers and waved them before Shen Feng’s eyes.
“I gave it a name: ‘Sweet Contact’!”
“You made us contestants—even two grown men—stand on a tiny piece of cardboard, forcing us to draw close, embrace one another, and feel each other’s body heat and heartbeat!”
“When you designed that game, you must have been ecstatic, weren’t you? Watching us on the screen was just like watching yourself and the Liu Gang you longed for, locked in an intimate embrace!”
“But sadly, it was nothing more than a fantasy—a pathetic man’s self-indulgence! You never made it a reality!”
“You neglected your beautiful wife at home, leaving her alone in an empty room, all so that one day you could share the ‘sweet embrace’ you had imagined with Liu Gang!”
Chen Yu shook his head, his face filled with pity.
“But then… all your fantasies, that glass castle you painstakingly built, shattered in the very next moment!”
Chen Yu stared at him, enunciating every word.
“Liu! Gang! Got! Married!”
“And his wife is pregnant with his child!”
Boom!
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If Chen Yu’s revelations had been knives, then those words were a nuclear bomb detonating directly inside Shen Feng’s mind.
Shen Feng’s body jolted violently. He staggered backward and collided with the dining chair behind him, producing a dull thud.
The color drained completely from his handsome face, leaving behind the pallor of a corpse.
His lips trembled, but he could not utter a single word.
The fury and humiliation in his bloodshot eyes were instantly replaced by something far deeper—the despair and devastation of a shattered faith.
After a brief silence, the global livestream chat exploded into total madness.
“Holy shit!!! This scandal… this scandal is nuclear-level! There’s way too much information!”
“So… the corpse-rising guy means this lunatic had his face changed to look like A, married B’s sister just to get B, and then B married C?! What the hell am I watching—a yearly soap opera about incest, betrayal, and twisted relationships?”
“This isn’t even melodrama anymore. This is a script dredged out of a cesspool! It’s fucking disgusting!”
“I get it now! I finally get it! No wonder he was so consumed by hatred! He gave up everything and twisted himself into something else, only to become a clown in the end! All that effort for nothing!”
Chen Yu gave Shen Feng no chance to catch his breath.
He intended to strike while his enemy was down—and finish him.
“How could you possibly allow that to happen? How could the person you loved belong to someone else? How could he have children with another woman?”
Chen Yu’s voice was cold as ice.
“So, from the day you learned the news, you decided to drag everyone down with you!”
“And from that moment onward, the tragedies that befell all those innocent people officially began!”
“The first step of your plan was to eliminate the greatest obstacle in front of you: your wife in name only, that poor woman, Liu Hong!”
…
Inside the old villa.
Liu Hong had cried until she had no tears left.
When she heard Chen Yu say that Shen Feng intended to kill her, her mind rang with a loud buzz and went completely blank.
So it was him… He wanted to kill me?
That husband who had once been so gentle and considerate toward her… had been plotting to take her life from the very beginning?
…
The island restaurant.
“Using overtime at the research institute as an excuse, you slipped home late at night with the weapon you had prepared. You entered her bedroom, intending to let her die silently in her sleep.”
Like a narrator, Chen Yu calmly recounted the terrifying events of that night.
“But you never expected that, at the very moment you struck, she would wake up. As she struggled desperately on the brink of death, she kept calling out one name…”
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Chen Yu stared at Shen Feng’s bloodless face and spoke with merciless precision.
“She was calling for ‘Luo Xiangdong’!”
“I don’t know what you were feeling at the time.”
Chen Yu gave a soft laugh and shook his head.
“Those three words were both a plea for help to the husband she loved most and a final farewell to him.”
“How could she have imagined that the ‘Luo Xiangdong’ she loved so deeply was the very murderer trying to kill her? And the person she was calling for help—the real Luo Xiangdong—was being kept by you inside a dog cage where no sunlight could reach!”
“Perhaps that cry touched the tiny fragment of feeling you still had left inside you.”
“So you softened. You couldn’t bring yourself to finish the job.”
“That was the last shred of humanity you possessed…”
Chen Yu’s voice suddenly rose, filled with the authority of a judge delivering a sentence.
“Because what you did next made you lose control completely, turning you into a heartless beast through and through!”
“When you couldn’t bring yourself to kill Liu Hong, you turned your blade on another innocent person!”
“You murdered Liu Gang’s wife—the woman who had only just become pregnant, a woman filled with boundless hopes for the future!”
“You even used the most barbaric method imaginable, cutting her open and exposing the unborn fetus to the cold air!”
“You destroyed a happy family and completely altered another person’s fate!”
Chen Yu took a step forward.
“It can be said that every bloody incident that followed, and the reason Liu Gang became a serial killer, were all because of you!”
“You were the one who personally turned him from an ordinary man into a vengeful demon!”
“What I’ve said is true, isn’t it?!”
“Shen Feng!”
Chen Yu practically roared the final two words.
“Ah—!”
Shen Feng finally broke down.
He released a shriek so anguished it no longer sounded human. The refined, handsome face he had once possessed twisted beyond recognition.
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