Reborn Heiress: Seeking Revenge-Chapter 111 I am Wanyou (3)_1

KNOCK, KNOCK. Their door was suddenly rapped, followed by Wanyou’s familiar and gentle voice.

"Shen Cheng, Sister, do you know where my new bottle of Magnolia Perfume is?"

Wanqian’s body shook violently. She clamped her mouth shut, stifling a scream. Shen Cheng also shuddered but managed to steady himself, determined not to lose control or make a sound.

Why had Wanyou, dead for a year with no trouble in that time, suddenly reappeared here after a year? Was it because she had died with reluctance? Was it because she couldn’t rest in peace? Or was it because she...

Shen Cheng dared not think further. Wanyou’s voice rang out once more in their ears.

"Ah, it was here all along. You two go to sleep; I’m going back to sleep too. Good night, sweet dreams!"

Then, the sound of a door closing followed. They could even hear Wanyou taking off her shoes distinctly. Just as they breathed a sigh of relief, a scent, reminiscent of magnolia yet subtly different, enveloped them.

This scent was Wanyou’s favorite perfume. It reminded them both that someone really had been at their door, that someone had knocked. All of it was real, not an illusion.

Calm returned to the room next door, and the two involuntarily sighed in relief together.

Wanqian collapsed wearily into Shen Cheng’s arms, her entire body drenched in sweat, gasping for air, her hands pressed firmly against her chest.

Shen Cheng fared no better. Their hearts, which had just begun to calm, leaped back into their throats as footsteps approached and their door was knocked again. Wanqian clamped her hand over her mouth, and Shen Cheng’s expression grew increasingly grim.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. Three knocks on the door. Each one felt like a hammer blow to their chests, and their heartbeats quickened.

"Shen Cheng, did you just hear anything? Could a burglar have broken in?" A man’s voice came from outside the door.

It was Shen Congming at the door. Upon hearing his voice, the two inside sighed in relief and exchanged glances. Could it be that others heard the noise too, not just them?

"Noise? I didn’t hear anything. What’s wrong, Uncle?" Shen Cheng suppressed his unease and got out of bed. His face was pale and drawn, and his steps were a little shaky.

"I heard a loud noise downstairs, so I came to check. As long as it’s not a burglar, it’s fine. You two go back to sleep." Seeing they were both alright, Shen Congming turned to go back upstairs.

"I thought I heard something too, like it came from the room next door. Uncle, why don’t you go take a look? No one’s staying in that room; maybe a burglar got in through the window," Wanqian said hurriedly, hiding her trembling body under the covers.

"We’ll go take a look. Wanqian, you rest for now."

Shen Cheng was two steps slower than Shen Congming, letting him go first. His heart was in his throat. He feared that if he opened the door, he’d find Wanyou sleeping in bed, looking at him with wide, puzzled eyes. If that were true, he was afraid he would break down.

Shen Congming quickly opened the door. The room was pitch-dark. He casually switched on the light. Everything was as it should be: the bed was empty, the quilt neatly folded. No one was there. Only a faint scent of perfume lingered in the room.

Shen Cheng stood at the doorway, watching Shen Congming go in. Shen Congming opened the bathroom door and checked inside, finding nothing unusual before walking to the window.

"Shen Cheng, whose room is this? Why is there a scent in an unoccupied room? Since no one is living here, the window should be kept closed. It wouldn’t be good if a burglar climbed in," Shen Congwen said softly as he was closing the window.

Shen Congming then closed the window securely, casually turned off the light, stepped out, and locked the door.

Shen Cheng’s body shook violently. When he came back earlier, he had clearly seen the window was tightly shut. But now it was open. Open? How did it open? Were the sounds of showering and footsteps all illusions? Was the knocking an illusion too? If it was an illusion, then what about this perfume scent? And who put that bottle of perfume on the dresser? The scent, the bottle... weren’t they both Wanyou’s old favorites? Shen Cheng’s face grew paler the more he thought about it.

"Go back to sleep; maybe I heard wrong," Shen Congming yawned, then lazily went back upstairs. Shen Cheng looked quite ashen, his steps unsteady as he quickly entered his room, locking the door tightly behind him, gasping for air.

"Shen Cheng, what happened?" Wanqian threw herself at him, her face also ashen.

"There was nothing. I checked the bathroom too; no traces of water. This can only mean it was our illusion. But the window was wide open – Uncle closed it – and there was a bottle of perfume on the table, and the room smelled of perfume," Shen Cheng said slowly, after catching his breath, though cold sweat was streaming down his forehead.

"What should we do? I’m so scared. Let’s go find that old man tomorrow; maybe he’ll know what to do," Wanqian said, her face also pale. She was more frightened than Shen Cheng; Wanyou had died in her arms.

"If he were any use, we wouldn’t have heard these things tonight. Tomorrow, we’ll find some feng shui masters to take a look. If that doesn’t work, we’ll move to the other villa." Shen Cheng took another deep breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. His legs still felt weak.

If such things happened to someone timid or with a heart condition, they would surely be scared to death. In truth, what the two had experienced was merely a Heart Curse cast by Shangguan You. A simple Heart Curse had tormented them to the point of near collapse. Unfortunately, Shangguan You wasn’t there to witness it; otherwise, she would have clapped her hands in delight and cast a few more Spells, guaranteeing they would live each day in ’excitement.’

That night, neither of them slept; they didn’t dare to. They held each other, eyes wide open, until dawn. This was the second night since Shangguan You had returned to Beijing.

「The pitch-dark night enveloped the land. Several black sedans sped out of a narrow alley, quickly vanishing into the darkness.」