A Fishing-Type Omega Always Wants to Possess Me - Chapter 9

The car practically tore through the rain curtain, rushing back to Shen Garden at the fastest speed possible.

Raindrops smashed madly against the windows. Even the windshield wipers could not clear them in time, and her field of vision was a blur.

The instant the car drove through the estate gates, the lights of the main building and the surrounding streetlamps ahead suddenly went out.

The entire estate was plunged into complete darkness, so dark one could not see their own hand in front of their face.

A few suppressed cries of alarm came from afar. Amid the violent sound of the rain, they seemed especially eerie, like a castle inhabited by an evil dragon in a fairy tale finally revealing its ferocious fangs.

With rain this heavy, no servant came out to park the car for her.

Yu Mianzhou parked the car herself beside the small white building next to the main building, then took an umbrella from the trunk. Rainwater instantly splashed over her ankles, icy enough to pierce her bones.

But when she walked into the small white building, that chill grew even stronger, almost seeping into her bones.

The confinement room was opposite the ancestral hall. That heavy wooden door was indeed tightly shut.

Yu Mianzhou did not even need to open her contacts. She directly entered that number she knew by heart on the dial page.

A few seconds later, the call connected.

Her voice was mixed with the chill of the rain.

“Open the door. Don’t make me say it a second time.”

There was only a faint current of static on the other end of the line.

It seemed to take Jiang Zhi two seconds to recognize who she was. Her voice was very weak as she said lightly, “Open your door, and I’ll open mine.”

Both of them knew which door she meant.

Yu Mianzhou’s knuckles tightened abruptly around the phone, and she could not help gritting her teeth.

“Jiang Zhi, can you be normal for once?”

“I really am not very normal,” Jiang Zhi’s voice came in broken pieces, carrying a sickly murmur. “I’m so hot right now… Is it raining outside? It’s so cold. I feel awful, Yu Mianzhou. You came back so slowly…”

Even her words were somewhat incoherent. Yu Mianzhou pushed hard against the door again, but the door did not move at all.

The chill of her rain-soaked clothes made Yu Mianzhou unable to suppress her irritation.

She pressed down the surging restlessness and forced out a few words from her throat.

“Fine. I promise you. I’ll open the door, and you open yours too.”

As soon as her words fell, a muffled sound of something falling came from inside.

Yu Mianzhou’s heart suddenly sank, its beat slower and steeper than usual.

But this door was too thick and too heavy. It could not be opened from the outside at all. In this boundless, pitch-black silence, she could only wait like a prisoner awaiting judgment, waiting for the person inside to grant her even the slightest movement.

She turned on her phone’s flashlight. A faint beam of light illuminated the door in front of her.

They were clearly only one step apart, yet Yu Mianzhou waited a full two minutes before finally hearing the faint sound of the lock being opened.

The moment the door opened a crack, a wave of scalding heat rushed toward her.

Immediately afterward, a soft body fell straight into her arms.

With a slap, the phone dropped to the ground. The only source of light shook wildly across the floor, tearing their shadows into broken pieces.

Yu Mianzhou only felt that the body in her arms was frighteningly hot.

Behind Jiang Zhi, the confinement room was like a bottomless black hole, as if it wanted to swallow all light and sound.

Even now, whenever Yu Mianzhou saw that room, she still felt a deep, terrifying dread.

And Jiang Zhi had spent at least a third of her life there.

Yu Mianzhou’s lips were dry, her voice hoarse.

“I’ll take you back to your room.”

“No.” Jiang Zhi buried her face in the hollow of Yu Mianzhou’s neck. Her voice was soft, carrying a heavy nasal tone. “I don’t want to get rained on. Not even one drop.”

She shrank further into Yu Mianzhou’s arms, like a small animal seeking shelter.

“So cold…”

After saying those two words, Jiang Zhi completely went still in her embrace.

Yu Mianzhou thought that when Jiang Zhi wanted to torment someone, she always had so many methods.

And Yu Mianzhou had no other choice.

She bent down and picked up the phone that had fallen to the ground, then carried the person in her arms horizontally and turned into the ancestral hall opposite them.

Jiang Zhi clung tightly to her like waterweed. Yu Mianzhou could only hold her while lighting two eternal candle stands.

The dim yellow candlelight flickered, barely dispelling a little of the cold darkness.

In the end, she sat down on the cushion before the ancestral tablets with Jiang Zhi in her arms.

Only after doing all this did she call the number from that morning. Her words were brief and clear.

“Bring some fever medicine. To the ancestral hall.”

Before long, a maid came over carrying a tray.

When she saw the two of them holding each other on the cushion, there was not the slightest ripple on her face, as if she had expected it.

She handed the tray over with both hands and only said in a low voice, “Eldest Miss, Second Miss, the estate has lost power. The backup generator is broken too. The repairman is blocked by the heavy rain at the foot of the mountain and can’t get here for the time being.”

The maid paused, then added, “It will probably take another two hours.”

In other words, they could only stay here for another two hours.

Seeing that it was the same maid who had helped her up in the ancestral hall last time, Yu Mianzhou was not surprised.

The eyes the Jiang family had watching her and Jiang Zhi had always been countless. Most of the time, they were watching Jiang Zhi, and Jiang Zhi was obviously not someone who would submit meekly.

Yu Mianzhou accepted the tray and reached out to touch Jiang Zhi’s forehead.

Scalding hot.

She pressed two pills out of the blister pack and brought them to Jiang Zhi’s lips.

Jiang Zhi did not open her mouth. Her fever-flushed cheeks carried a sickly fragility under the dim candlelight. Whether because she was too uncomfortable or for some other reason, she tilted her head slightly, and the pills slid from Yu Mianzhou’s fingertips.

“So bitter.” Her voice was soft and sticky, even carrying a hint of tears. “I don’t want to take them.”

The anger Yu Mianzhou had been suppressing in her chest instantly burned even hotter.

She pressed out two more pills, her voice so cold ice chips could fall from it.

“Jiang Zhi.”

Jiang Zhi opened her eyes dazedly. Her watery eyes looked straight at Yu Mianzhou.

“So fierce… Are you angry with me?”

Her voice was quiet, carrying a slightly innocent confusion as she asked, “Why are you angry with me?”

Why?

Yu Mianzhou was almost so angry she laughed.

Jiang Zhi had gone to such lengths to torment herself into this half-dead state, and now she was asking why Yu Mianzhou was angry?

But she could not say a single word of it.

“You have to take the medicine now.” Yu Mianzhou’s voice revealed no emotion.

But Jiang Zhi refused to let it go. Her burning fingers grabbed Yu Mianzhou’s sleeve as she stubbornly asked, “Don’t forget what you promised me.”

At a time like this.

She was actually still concerned about that damned door.

That nameless anger rampaged through Yu Mianzhou’s chest, yet it could not find an outlet. It burned until even her organs hurt.

She took a deep breath and said, “Fine. Take the medicine first.”

With that, she once again brought the pills to Jiang Zhi’s lips.

Jiang Zhi looked at her, reminding one of mist in a deep alley.

“There’s no water. Do you want me to swallow them dry?”

Yu Mianzhou fell silent.

Jiang Zhi knew this was what she looked like when she was furious to the extreme.

It had been like this before too.

When Jiang Zhi teased her too far, Yu Mianzhou would sit there without saying a word, her whole body giving off a coldness that kept strangers away, waiting for Jiang Zhi to go over and coax her.

She looked frightening, but in truth, she was very easy to coax.

Sometimes it took a kiss. Sometimes a kiss was not even needed. Jiang Zhi only had to crook a finger, and this person would come over by herself like a puppy, lips already pursed.

So.

How could such an interesting Yu Mianzhou dare go find another woman now?

Jiang Zhi’s gaze cooled slightly. Finally, she lowered her eyes.

Her burning, soft lips carried dampness as they began to move upward from Yu Mianzhou’s palm, like a tide slowly rising. They swept over her cold fingertips and finally took those pills into her mouth.

The extreme bitterness instantly exploded in her mouth.

It was so bitter that her whole body curled up, making her seem even thinner and more fragile in Yu Mianzhou’s arms.

The wet, hot sensation on her fingertips was like an electric current, rushing from Yu Mianzhou’s fingers through her entire body.

Yu Mianzhou pulled her hand back as if burned. Some corner deep in her soul seemed to scorch along with it.

She pressed her lips together and did not look at Jiang Zhi again. Instead, she said to the maid beside them, “Take her back to her room.”

The maid paused for a moment and replied softly, “Second Miss, I just finished working. My hands are a little dirty.”

Yu Mianzhou tugged at the corner of her lips and directly pulled her hand away as she stood. It was unclear who she was speaking to.

“If you won’t take her, then don’t. I still have things to do. I’m not free enough to stay here for two hours.”

After saying that, she truly turned and left.

Her slender, upright back showed not the slightest lingering attachment, and she soon disappeared from the entrance of the ancestral hall.

The maid watched her leave and did not stop her. Only after Yu Mianzhou’s figure had completely disappeared did she walk over, wanting to help Jiang Zhi up.

“Why put yourself through this, Eldest Miss?” She sighed, her tone faint and drawn-out. “Is this more bitter than kneeling in the confinement room?”

As soon as her words fell, Jiang Zhi, who had originally been burning with fever as if she were about to faint, slowly sat up straight.

She raised her head and looked at the rows of ancestral tablets before her, black and ominous under the candlelight, solemn, orderly, and full of pressure.

But there was not the slightest reverence in her eyes.

Only a cold, almost mad flame danced there.

Suddenly, she spoke, her voice hoarse and strange.

“Tell me, if I burned this place down, would all those words she said no longer count?”

A chill ran down the maid’s spine. She did not dare answer.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhi did not really intend to act.

She staggered to her feet, flung away the maid’s hand that had reached out to support her, and step by step, walked straight into the violent rain outside.