Courting Death

Shen Jingchuan first drove Meng Ke back to her jewelry store. After parking the car, the two walked slowly towards the store.

Meng Ke affectionately took Shen Jingchuan's arm, leaning against him with a gentle expression, looking every bit the little woman immersed in love.

As I approached the store entrance, a young man slowly walked towards me.

This person was over 1.8 meters tall, with a handsome and refined appearance. He wore gold-rimmed glasses on his high-bridged nose and exuded an elegant demeanor.

The young man's gaze settled on Meng Ke, and he spoke in a familiar and intimate tone:

"Xiao Ke, long time no see."

Meng Ke was slightly taken aback when he saw the newcomer, and his expression showed surprise:

What brings you here?

The moment he finished speaking, the young man's gaze unconsciously shifted downwards, glancing at the arm Meng Ke was holding onto Shen Jingchuan's, before quickly looking away.

His refined and gentle appearance remained unchanged, and he maintained a dignified demeanor on the surface of his eyes, but a sour jealousy was quietly welling up in the depths of his eyes, and a hint of suppressed malice was hidden beneath.

He had been pursuing Meng Ke for a long time, and in his heart he had long regarded her as his own. Now, seeing his beloved so intimately nestled beside another man, he was filled with jealousy and suppressed it deep in his heart.

He considered himself a civilized man and of course wouldn't lash out in public, but the gloomy hostility hidden beneath his refined exterior was already being revealed without any attempt to conceal it.

During this period, Shen Jingchuan regularly ate ingredients nurtured by the space, and his five senses gradually became more acute.

He didn't even glance at the other person before clearly sensing the undisguised hostility hidden beneath that refined exterior.

Meng Ke looked at the young man opposite her, her tone distant:

"Huang Zeyu, I've told you many times, don't call me Xiao Ke. We're not that close. Please just call me by my name."

Huang Zeyu's smile faded slightly as he watched Meng Ke nestled against Shen Jingchuan, her eyes revealing a side he had never seen before. When she turned to him, however, she only showed polite indifference. Huang Zeyu felt as if his heart was stuffed with a wet cotton ball.

He suppressed his emotions and spoke in a refined tone:

"Xiao Ke, it's been so long, why are you being so distant? And who is this gentleman? Why don't you introduce him to me?"

When Meng Ke heard him calling her "Xiao Ke" repeatedly, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and he felt nothing but annoyance. He had told her time and again not to call him that, but this person insisted on pretending not to understand and continued to try to get close to him.

She was too lazy to argue any further, so she simply stated her position definitively, her tone resolute:

This is my fiancé.

Huang Zeyu's fingers tightened slightly, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he forced a generous smile and extended his hand to Shen Jingchuan.

"Hello, I'm Huang Zeyu. Looking forward to working with you in the future."

Shen Jingchuan had his hands in his pockets, not even glancing at him. Xiao Ke was there, so he tolerated it.

Seeing Shen Jingchuan's attitude, Meng Ke feared he might misunderstand and directly ordered him to leave:

"We have other things to take care of, you can leave now."

Huang Zeyu awkwardly withdrew his hand, his face darkening further, but he still managed to project a hurt expression. Without beating around the bush, he went straight to the point:

"It's like this, Xiao Ke. I brought you a gift especially when I came back from abroad."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned sideways, took out a matte black Cartier jewelry box from his handbag, and stepped forward to block their way.

Meng Ke didn't even glance at the box. "I won't take anything from you, please move aside."

Huang Zeyu didn't move, as if he was about to say something more...

Shen Jingchuan couldn't take it anymore. He stepped forward and slapped her across the face. "I already told you, we're engaged! How dare you flirt with my wife right in front of me? What do you take me for? No man would stand for that!"

He knew he was very strong, but he was burning with rage and couldn't control his strength. His anger reached its peak, and with a flick of his wrist, he swung his hand wide and slapped Huang Zeyu hard across the face.

With a sharp crack, Huang Zeyu's face felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer. His head snapped to one side, and he couldn't even stand up, crashing straight to the ground.

He let out a muffled groan, and half of his cheek swelled up visibly. He spat out several mouthfuls of blood and foam mixed with three or four broken teeth, which rolled to the ground. His cheekbone tingled, and his vision blurred. He lay on the ground, unable to recover.

Shen Jingchuan wanted to rush up and give that guy a couple more whacks, but seeing the guy's pathetic appearance, he decided to give up, lest someone get killed.

After entering the store, Meng Ke quickly pulled Shen Jingchuan into the inner studio. As soon as they sat down, she looked at Shen Jingchuan nervously and hurriedly began to explain.

"Jingchuan, I'm sorry, I haven't told you about this before. You asked me before why no one ever pursues me, and the root of the problem is actually that Huang Zeyu from earlier."

She gently gripped the hem of her dress with her fingertips and continued:

"He is the son of my father's business partner, and his family is very wealthy. I clearly rejected him a long time ago, but he just won't give up. Whenever another woman gets close to me, he will try his best to stop her."

He looks refined, but he's actually a playboy. I know he's been with more than one woman.

Two years ago, he went abroad to study, but he kept harassing me from time to time, so I simply blocked all his contact methods. I thought he would stop bothering me, but I didn't expect him to come back and keep haunting me at the store entrance.

Seeing her tense expression, Shen Jingchuan couldn't help but laugh and reached out to hold her soft little hand.

"Alright, I know." He said in a relaxed tone, "I can tell it really has nothing to do with you. It's all his own wishful thinking; he's just a toad."

Meng Ke's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. Seeing that he didn't seem to care at all and remained relaxed, Meng Ke also felt at ease, but he still couldn't help but remind him:

"Jingchuan, this guy's family is very wealthy and influential in government. He's the second son, and his parents spoiled him terribly since he was little, so he doesn't know what's good for him. You hit him, so you should be more careful."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Shen Jingchuan squeezed her hand, his tone casual, but a hint of coldness lurked in his eyes.

Shen Jingchuan is no longer the ordinary young man he once was; he already has several lives on his hands in this other world.

The rules of this world can restrain ordinary people, but they cannot confine him. If someone dares to cross the line, he, who dared to kill in another world, will dare to do the same in this world.

Outside the shop, Huang Zeyu coughed up another mouthful of blood. He felt as if the left side of his face no longer belonged to him, and he had almost no teeth left.

The jealousy and anger burning in his chest almost made him forget the pain. He had been pampered since childhood, and no one had ever dared to hit him like that. He never failed to get what he wanted.

During the two years he was abroad, he indulged in a life of pleasure and debauchery, and went through several different women.

Meng Ke cut off contact with him, but he didn't care at all. He just asked his younger brothers in China to keep an eye on things and said he would deal with it when he returned.

Until a few days ago, his brother informed him that there was another man by Meng Ke's side, and they were behaving very intimately. Just then, his two-year advanced studies were coming to an end, and he didn't care about grades or diplomas anyway, so he hurriedly wrapped things up and rushed back.

He's always been like this—the more unattainable something is, the more he wants it; if he can't have it, he'd rather destroy it than let it fall into the hands of someone else.

He himself was dissolute and unrestrained outside, but he wouldn't allow anyone else to touch the women he set his sights on, especially since Meng Ke was the woman he valued most.

Meng Ke was truly captivating. He had a beautiful face, with clear eyes that held a hint of resilience. His figure was slender and well-proportioned, not plump at all, yet every curve of his waist and shoulders was perfectly proportioned. He was thin but not dry, delicate but not weak. Just standing there quietly was enough to make one's heart itch and one's soul be half-captured.

He clenched his fists, suppressing his surging lust—if it weren't for her father's influence, he would have already forced himself on her. Huang Zeyu's evil thoughts were rising, and now...

He strode back to his car, slammed the door shut, grabbed two napkins to wipe his mouth, and barely managed to suppress his emotions. He pulled out his phone and, with a grim face, dialed two numbers in quick succession.

What he didn't realize was that he was already going further and further down the path of self-destruction.