Chapter 297
“Hide it.” Xu Ke looked at the woman’s corpse on the ground without expression and said.
“Hide it? Where should we hide it?” Hearing Xu Ke’s words, Sheng Wenhao instinctively searched for a place to hide the body, finally locking his gaze on the spacious wardrobe.
“Hide it here?” Sheng Wenhao pointed at the wardrobe and asked.
Xu Ke shook his head.
“Not here? Then where to hide it, it can’t possibly be behind the window, right?” Sheng Wenhao said incredulously, looking at the spacious and empty room.
“Of course not.” Xu Ke’s lips curled slightly upwards, his gaze moved to a corner of the room.
Following Xu Ke’s line of sight, Sheng Wenhao’s vision landed on the spacious big bed where Sheng Yi was lying.
“Under the bed?” Sheng Wenhao asked Xu Ke uncertainly.
Xu Ke nodded approvingly.
“Help me.”
Xu Ke only said two words, but Sheng Wenhao’s eyes immediately steadied. No matter what was said, today Xu Ke killed for him, and Sheng Wenhao felt nothing but moved. How could he refuse Xu Ke?
Without a word, Sheng Wenhao followed Xu Ke’s instructions and together they moved Lu Xiaoxiao’s body under the bed. Then, they used the rope that had been tied to Lu Xiaoxiao beforehand to bind the body directly to the bed. This way, unless someone deliberately bent down to look under the bed, no one would discover the corpse hidden there.
By the time Xu Ke and Sheng Wenhao were finished, Sheng Yi, lying on the bed, was already convulsing in pain, his body curling into a ball. His eyes were wide open from the intense agony, his hands claw-like, with foam at the corners of his mouth, as dead as could be.
Sheng Wenhao had just settled down when he saw his nemesis in such a ghastly state. Somehow, he felt his eyes growing warm, and that heavy weight in his heart felt as if a massive stone had been lifted, feeling considerably lighter.
Sheng Wenhao’s jaw tightened, his eyes red as he looked at Sheng Yi’s dead body. His hands repeatedly clenched and unclenched, his entire body slightly trembling.
At this moment, Sheng Wenhao was in extreme repression, like a string stretched to the utmost, ready to snap with the slightest force. Xu Ke stayed by his side, standing still, not interrupting.
“It’s about time. We should head down or else we might be suspected.” Only when Sheng Wenhao’s body ceased trembling did Xu Ke reach out to pat his shoulder, softly awakening Sheng Wenhao, who was lost in his thoughts.
Sheng Wenhao gently wiped the nonexistent tears from his face, responding in a muffled voice, “Mm.”
The duo left as quietly as they had arrived.
They returned to the flower exhibition as if nothing had happened, finding an excuse to leave without arousing any suspicions.
On the drive back, Sheng Wenhao was unusually silent. “Xu Ke, I, Sheng Wenhao, owe you my life. Henceforth, my life is yours. Command me to do anything, and I will obey.” Sheng Wenhao said in a deep voice.
“We’re like brothers; there’s no need to say such things.” Although Xu Ke still had the unresolved issue of what Lu Xiaoxiao had said before her death on his mind, he didn’t reveal it in his expression or tone, appearing somewhat relaxed instead.
“My whole life, I achieved nothing in academics or martial arts. I’m useless at everything except making friends. I must have stepped in dog crap in my past life to meet a brother like you.” Sheng Wenhao said with a mix of emotion and gratitude.
“I feel satisfied about today’s matter. If that woman is ever found out, just say that I did it. I have no grand ambitions; revenge is all I seek.” Seeing Xu Ke open his mouth as if to speak, Sheng Wenhao hurriedly interrupted him, “Don’t say anything, just listen. Unlike you, I am not talented and capable. You have a wife and will have children. Don’t ruin your life for a wretch like me.”
“But it’s different for me. I was a nobody before, and now I have nothing except for you, a friend. Even if I die, it doesn’t matter. I would still have you to pay tribute to me. I could rest comfortably under the ground, so you need to follow my plan; sacrificing me is more worthwhile than sacrificing you.” Sheng Wenhao cheerily concluded with his self-considered plan and sealed the subject.
“This has nothing to do with you. The woman came for me. Since I dared to take action, I already have ensured that I could walk away unscathed. So let’s not imagine things, we’ll both be fine. I’m looking forward to eating your wedding candies and having our kids become in-laws.” While driving, Xu Ke took advantage of the red light to reach out and pat his friend’s shoulder reassuringly.
“Really?” Sheng Wenhao questioned Xu Ke with a skeptical look.
“Of course, I’m not lying to you. When have you ever seen me fail to keep a promise?” Xu Ke gave his friend a sidelong glance and said.
Only then did Sheng Wenhao belatedly scratch the back of his head, slightly embarrassed, “I guess that’s true, huh.”
Feeling the satisfaction of having avenged a great wrong and assured of the certainty that neither he nor his friend would be in trouble, Sheng Wenhao’s heart relaxed, revealing a silly grin, reminiscent of his youthful and impassioned self.
Yet Xu Ke knew they were not the same as before. Neither of them would return to their former selves.
After all, Xu Ke of the past wouldn’t have killed a person without batting an eye and coolly disposed of the body. Nor would he have ruthlessly pursued his goals. Similarly, Sheng Wenhao of the past wouldn’t have quietly helped Xu Ke handle a corpse nor witnessed another’s death.
Thus, in some sense, they were no longer their former selves, but in another sense, they still were.
“Young Master Wenhao seems to be in a good mood today. Did something pleasant happen at the flower exhibition?” Housekeeper Zhao asked casually with a smile on his face.
Sheng Wenhao nodded with a smile and replied, “Yes, indeed.”
“Would you care to share it with me?” Housekeeper Zhao encouraged, looking at Sheng Wenhao expectantly.