Chapter 113 - 113 Blood

"Oh. Hi," he splutters as soon he saw SiSi behind as if he was sawing a ghost,

Lol. I wondering what happens between them. 

Jun Jie turns, clocks SiSi and breaks out in uncontrollable laughter. I frown.

Sisi looks less than delighted.

"I'm pleased to see you too, d.i.c.k!" she spits indignantly at a stunned Kevin.

He quickly shoves his beer on the bar, pulling a stool up close to him.

"Oh have a sit here," He bashes the top of the stool, giving Jun Jie a worried look.

"Thank you," The look of disgust on her face is fierce.

Oh. What happens here?

He pats the stool again, smiling nervously at her.

"Yes, please," Kevin says.

Sisi makes her way over, resting her bum on the stool. Kevin pulls himself closer to SiSi.

"Buy me a drink," she demands on a half-smile.

"Okay, what would you like?" he affirms, signalling to the barman.

Oh, why do the barman look like he's breaking out in a sweat?

" You, Miss Wei?" Kevin ask.

"No, I'm good. I'm going to find Feng Teng," I thumb over my shoulder as I start walking backwards.

"Oh. Does he know that you're here?" Kevin asks with all wide-eyed.

Hey! What's the matter with him today?

"Erm, I've texted him," I glance around the bar, I'm pleased to note there's no Muxin but this means nothing, of course.

But she could be anywhere in this huge house.

"But he didn't reply," I add.

Only now I realise how strange that he didn't reply to me.

Then Kevin gives Junjie a nervous look, prompting Junjie to laugh harder.

"Ohh.aa, then you wait here, I'll go and get him for you," He offers.

"Nah, it's okay, I know where his office is," I say on a frown.

"Miss Wei, will you just wait here?" Kevin's face is shown a pure panic.

Okay, I'm super suspicious now.

He fixes SiSi with a stern glare as he gets up. He looks around the bar nervously.

Okay, now I'm convinced he's hiding someone or something. Now I'm beginning to wish Muxin was in here because then I would know for sure that she isn't with Feng Teng.

Oh God! I'm bristling from head to toe.

Kevin jogs off, leaving SiSi and I exchanging puzzled faces.

"Excuse me, ladies," Junjie gets up.

"Nature calls." He leaves us at the bar like a couple of spare parts.

"Oh, f**k this so fancy," SiSi exclaims, taking my hand.

"Wei Wei. Show me, give me the tour." She pulls me back towards the entrance hall.

"Okay, okay. But a quick one," I agree, taking over the lead and guiding her up the massive staircase.

"SiSi, I'll show you the rooms I'm working on." I invite.

We reach the balcony landing and SiSi gasps increase as she takes in the opulent splendour of The Old Feng Mansion.

"This is some serious special," she mumbles, gazing around in awe.

"Yes. Come to this way," I call behind me, walking through the archway that leads to the extension rooms, leaving SiSi to scuttle after me.

"There are ten altogether," I say.

She follows me into the middle of the room, gazing around. I can't deny, they are mighty impressive, even as empty shells. Once completed, though, they'll be royal worthy.

I wander further into the room and follow the SiSi gaze to the wall behind the door.

"Uh? What's that?" Sisi asks the question that's batting around in my head.

"I don't know either. It wasn't here before." I run my eyes over the huge, wooden, crucifix style cross propped up against the wall.

With giant, black, wrought iron screw eyes bolted to the corners, it looks imposing, but it's still a fine piece of art.

"Hmm. It must be one of the big wall hangings Feng Teng was talking about." I approach the piece, running my hand over the highly polished wood.

It's spectacular – if a little intimidating.

"Oh. Sorry, ladies." We both swing around, finding a middle-aged man in overalls holding a sander in one hand and a coffee in the other.

"Looks good, huh?" He points up at the frame with his sander as he takes a slurp of his coffee.

"I'm just checking the size before I make the others." He says.

"You made this?" I ask in disbelief.

" Yeah, I certainly did." He laughs, joining me by the cross.

"It's stunning." I muse. It'll fit in perfectly with the bed I designed that Jesse loved so much.

"Thank you, Miss," he says proudly.

I turn around and see SiSi observing the piece of art on a frown.

"We'll leave you to it then." I give Sisi the lets-be-going nod, and she smiles at the workman before following me out of the room.

We walk back through to the gallery landing.

"I didn't get it," she grumbles.

"It's about art matter," I laugh. It's not pink and chintzy, so I'm not surprised she doesn't like it.

Our tastes are very different.

"What's up there?"

I follow her gaze up the staircase to the third floor, stopping to look with her. Those intimidating doors are slightly ajar.

"I don't know," I say.

Sisi takes the stairs.

"Let's have a look." She says

"SiSi!" I start after her.

Oh God, I'm keen to find Feng Teng not a tour. The longer I delay speaking to him, the longer I have to convince myself not to.

"SiSi, come on." I plead for her to come down/

"Just a peek," she says, as she strides fast.

Okay, my curiosity has been well and truly teased.

Thus, I quickened my pace and stride in following SiSi. Then, just as both of us reached the big glass door and prepared to push the door open to enter, SiSi pupils contracted and she paused.

Blood...

In the air... There's the smell of blood in the air...

It's getting thicker and thicker! So thick that it's making me nauseous.

It was coming from the room.

Oh God! What's going on?

There was a thick curtain over the glass door so she had no way of looking into the room.

"Ah——"

Just as SiSi and I nerves were extremely tense, a heart-wrenching shout came from the living room suddenly.

"Hurt! Hurt! Please! Kill me! President Feng! Just kill me!" A fragile man voice made a plead.

In the late of night, that shrill voice made my hair stand on end and SiSi freezy on the spot changing a look with me.

Both of us was motionless and didn't dare to move an inch.

We both carefully peeped into the room through the crack of the glass door. From my angle, I could only see a winding trail of blood all over the floor, seeping into the pure white carpet...

Following the trail of blood, I saw Feng Teng sitting on the huge chair. He had on a modestly expensive, tailored, dark-coloured suit. The watch on his wrist exuded a cold luminosity and next to him there is a black suit man which I never recognize when I was here before.

The black man was holding a shooter and he looks like a real mafia.  His eyes look vicious and the black suit fabric was unable to conceal the deadly aura of a beast emitting from his body as if he might shoot the man apart anytime.

On Feng Teng right was Yu Assistant and on his left, was a teenager girl in a red suit. Even she was petite but just looking at her sending me a deadly vibe.

A few steps away from Feng Teng, a man was rolling around in convulsions on the floor with his entire body soaked in blood.

There wasn't a good piece of meat left on the guy and the area around his knees was bleeding non-stop...