Chapter 94

94. The Harvest Begins

“Oh?” Wen Han instantly wiped away her sorrowful expression.

“I’m not mistaken. I like you, but not in that way… Anyway, I don’t dislike you; I just hope we can be good friends.”

“No no no!” Wen Han waved her finger. “No man can resist me; I think you like me.”

“No.”

“Your refusal so quickly shows you’re uneasy!”

“I…” Knowing she was too clever for him, Su Zeheng sighed deeply. “Fine, fine, whatever you say!”

“Admit it, you like me!” Wen Han giggled and stood up. “Then… how about we date another time?”

Su Zeheng swallowed hard, watching the witch warily before him.

Only when she left did he gradually regain his senses.

A date?

What? Wait! Do I like her?

Probably not. But…

A tiny seed quietly took root in Su Zeheng’s heart, making him suddenly ponder deeply amidst the chaos of his surroundings.

…

Men are often creatures driven by their lower desires.

Even the calmest person can change due to physical limitations and hormonal influences.

Wen Han knew Su Zeheng wasn’t in love with her yet.

But by constantly teasing him and getting him to admit liking her, she made him doubt himself whether he truly liked her or not. Once he started doubting…

The seed would be planted.

Sometimes men are very simple, like Su Zeheng, who seemed like a pure-hearted man.

And the purer the man, the easier he could be deceived.

Seducing a man didn’t require direct action; a little bit of initiative and ambiguity would make him start imagining things, eventually falling for her.

Beautiful women were always dangerous, and the dangerous Wen Han quickly left the bar after taking a taxi.

She couldn’t appear in front of Su Zeheng again tonight.

Only by disappearing would Su Zeheng start speculating and doubting, torn between liking and not liking her.

“Gradually… you’ll fall in love with me~”

Gazing out the car window at the night scenery, Wen Han laughed seductively, causing the driver to stare in disbelief.

“Driver uncle, drive carefully~” Wen Han said sweetly. “My life is in your hands!”

The driver suddenly snapped out of it, turning awkwardly and fumbling.

Wen Han’s laughter echoed again from the back seat.

I really am a bad woman!

…

“Hmm?”

Outside the daycare.

As soon as she got out of the car, Wen Han saw Zhao Mengsheng.

He was sitting on the ground, looking dejected. Seeing her, he suddenly stood up and rushed over urgently.

“Wen Han!”

“Don’t touch me!” Wen Han stepped back, eyes sharp.

Zhao Mengsheng stopped hurriedly, flustered. “I’m sorry, I… I was wrong! It’s my fault!”

“You’re right. I’m the one who’s wrong.” Wen Han looked pained but firm.

Vulnerability only made the other doubt and become clear-headed.

Only by being forceful and pushing could she keep him in a state of confusion.

“No! I know I was wrong!” Zhao Mengsheng shook his head. “I’m sorry, I should have asked more clearly.”

“Asked what?” Wen Han pressed on. “Who are you? Are we related? What do I need to explain to you?”

“I…”

“Hmph! Now I’ll tell you, I’m indeed involved with that man, now are you satisfied?!”

“I…” Zhao Mengsheng smiled bitterly. “I know you’re just saying this out of anger, Wen Han…”

“I need to pick up my child, will you stop me?”

“…Silence,” Zhao Mengsheng silently stepped aside.

Wen Han strode past him, picking up Little Yuan and hailing a taxi.

Seeing them about to leave, Zhao Mengsheng finally lost his composure.

“Wen Han.” He panicked, tapping on the car window, trying to get her attention while fearing angering her. “I can’t live without you, Wen Han!!!”

“Mommy, who’s this?” Little Yuan in the taxi was confused.

Wen Han shook her head and smiled. “This is a salesman, trying to sell us something.”

“Oh~!” Little Yuan realized. “The teacher talked about this! I know!”

Wen Han chuckled and ruffled her daughter’s hair, looking at the driver. “Driver, please hurry.”

“Wen Han! Wen Han! I can’t live without you, Wen Han!!!”

The car sped up.

Zhao Mengsheng ran faster, almost sprinting in the night.

“Wen Han, how can I live without you! Wen Han! Wen Han!!!”

Thud!

His foot hit a stone, and he fell, losing contact with the taxi.

“Damn! Why couldn’t I stay calm? Wen Han… my Wen Han… Ah!!!”

Dazedly sitting on the ground, he seemed oblivious to the people around him.

Zhao Mengsheng threw himself against anything within reach, wailing endlessly.

…

“In rabbits, they say… hmm? Sleeping?”

In the bedroom, Wen Han put down the fairy tale book once she saw her daughter asleep.

“One strike, two declines, three exhaustions.”

Zhao Mengsheng had already fallen into confusion, drowning in endless regret and resentment.

But all things must come to an end; human pain and sorrow have limits.

Soon he would regain his senses, and then reclaiming him wouldn’t be easy.

“…It’s time.”

This task had been delayed too long; she must act before Su Zeheng noticed!

Since she couldn’t harvest both… she had to take Zhao Mengsheng first!

One moment she was a gentle mother, embodying all the warmth in the world.

The next, a murderous intent flashed in Wen Han’s eyes, like a cold demon.

“…Mother will be back soon.”

Putting on her coat, she glanced at Little Yuan.

Wen Han quietly closed the bedroom door and disappeared into the dark room.

…

Buzz… buzz… buzz…

In the dark room, the phone suddenly lit up with blinding light.

With the noise of the ringtone, the consciousness numbed by alcohol slowly returned.

Zhao Mengsheng, half-asleep, grabbed the bottle and stood up, instantly sober when he saw the name on the phone.

“Wen Han!”

On the other side, silence reigned, only the sound of howling wind indicating the caller was in an open space.

Zhao Mengsheng paused, asking again, “Wen Han, can you hear me? Wen Han?”

“…Zhao Mengsheng.”

The voice, thick with alcohol, was scattered among the wind, somewhat unclear.

But even without seeing the screen, Zhao Mengsheng could picture Wen Han stumbling drunk somewhere.

“Did you drink?” He frowned. “Don’t drink! I know you can’t handle it!”

“Shut up!” Wen Han suddenly exploded. “Zhao Mengsheng, why did you give me hope, then doubt me, and shatter my dreams? I… really thought you liked me.”

“I…”

“Hahahaha…” A mournful laugh echoed through the speaker, cutting off his reply. “I don’t want to see you anymore… I really don’t want to see you anymore!”

“Where are you now?”

“It’s none of your business!” Wen Han shouted.

At the same time, another voice came from the speaker. “Turn right ahead, enter the Star River Expressway.”

“You drove?!” Zhao Mengsheng suddenly woke up. “Why are you on the expressway? Hello? Hello?!!!”

The call had already ended.

Zhao Mengsheng frantically looked around, grabbing the keys and rushing out the door.

“Wen Han, I’m coming right now!!!”

…

Night.

Light rain gave the southern city a hint of ancient poetry.

At the entrance of the Star River Expressway.

Under the rain, Wen Han held an umbrella and stood alone in the darkness, waiting for someone to arrive.

Boom…

Thunder rumbled in the clouds.

There were no cars at the highway entrance, which Wen Han had chosen after careful observation.

Thus, only Zhao Mengsheng’s soul would be harvested, without harming anyone else or involving herself in any illegal activity.

She stood calmly, holding a fairy tale book, smiling gently as she awaited the arrival that would break the peace.

Half an hour later, a familiar car silhouette appeared under the streetlight.

“Wen Han, wait for me! I’ll be there soon!!!”

Swoosh!

The car’s shadow whipped up water on either side.

Zhao Mengsheng, swaying in the driver’s seat, steered onto the highway, frantically searching for Wen Han.

Unaware, she stood in the dark corner of the entrance.

When he drove in, Wen Han smirked.

“Now, I’ll wait for the news of the soul harvest.”

Opening the fairy tale book, she read the innocent romantic stories.

Holding the umbrella, she waited quietly in the rain.

…

Creak… creak… creak…

Late-night highways were sparsely populated, lights dim.

Zhao Mengsheng drove erratically on the deserted road, swerving.

“Where’s Wen Han? Where?!!!”

He looked around frantically, his hands turning the steering wheel to maintain balance.

“Wen Han… Wen… Ah!!!”

Under the influence of alcohol, his body was uncontrollable, let alone driving a car.

Suddenly, the view was restricted by streetlights, and a solid wall appeared in the rain and darkness.

Zhao Mengsheng suddenly woke up, frantically turning the steering wheel.

Creak, a dark mark was drawn on the road as he narrowly avoided it.

“Huff! Huff! Huff!!!”

Zhao Mengsheng was still shaken.

He stared blankly at the wall in front of him, about to start the car again when he heard knocking on the window.

“Hmm?” He looked up instantly.