After the mission was completed, the yandere boyfriend turned evil

"Hello, hello?"

"Dry…"

After looking at the phone that had been hung up, the man kicked the table in front of him, grabbed his suit jacket, and strode out.

"Master Tiger, where are you going?"

The man who was dusting off his cigarette ash paused. When he raised his eyes, the flesh on his face swayed layer by layer, making him look quite honest and simple.

"Help." The man spat out the straw in his mouth, picked up the key on top of the door, and climbed onto the motorcycle parked at the door.

……

It was less than seven o'clock in the morning and the sky was already turning pale. Dazzling light shone in through the window. Jiang Yan's eyes moved and she put her hands up to cover her eyes before slowly opening them.

She glanced at Jiang Sheng who was still sleeping beside her, then got up carefully and walked outside.

Yan Qing sat next to the stove with sparks burning, holding a long spoon in his hand. Water was bubbling in the pot, and no one knew what was cooking.

Hearing the noise, he turned and looked at her.

Jiang Yan paused, and seeing his strong muscles, she couldn't help but recall the scene of him strangling the fish to death yesterday. Her stomach suddenly churned again. She let out a light breath, tilted her head and dry-heaved twice.

Yan Qing retracted her gaze, her eyelashes trembling, and she poured out the fish soup from the pot. The fish head stared straight outside with its eyes bulging.

"Do you want to drink it?" He opened the unopened package of a disposable spoon and thrust it into the fish's eye.

Jiang Yan's fingertips trembled slightly, and she felt her blood boiling. She frowned. It was the first time she had no appetite since she recovered from her illness.

Her expression was unnatural, and she shook her head reluctantly, "No, no."

Hearing this, Yan Qing said nothing, withdrew his hand and continued eating.

He was not at all polite when eating. He finished most of the soup in a bowl in two sips. It was as if there was a fishbone-removing machine in his mouth. Half of the fish head was bitten off, and a pile of bones came out with a loud noise.

Jiang Yan slowly withdrew her gaze and sat down as far away from him as possible.

The wind was blowing outside, blowing her long hair all over the place, but she felt an unprecedented peace.

She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the moist sea breeze, her eyes fixed on the endless sea in front of her.

When she turned around again, Yan Qing had already put out the fire, packed up the day's meals and stuffed them into the cabinet under the stool, then took out something wrapped in several layers of cloth.

He turned his eyes to glance at her, pulled out a life jacket from the side and handed it to her, "It might rain and cause waves later, put this on, this is for the child inside."

Hearing this, Jiang Yan frowned, "Will it rain?"

“…It’s hard to say.” Yan Qing raised his eyes and looked up at the sky. There was no emotion in his eyes, and the words he said were ambiguous.

"Okay." Jiang Yan moved her lips, but in the end she only uttered one word, then turned around and went back into the boat.

After the curtain was lowered, Yan Qing continued to open the antique in his hand, and inside was... a gun.

Jiang Sheng felt a little seasick. When he woke up, he had a fever, his face was pale, and he looked like he wanted to vomit but couldn't.

He nestled in Jiang Yan's arms, sniffing her scent which had been covered by a faint fishy smell, and his eyelids, which he had lifted with great effort, drooped again and again.

Jiang Yan frowned, and for the first time since she ran away, she felt regretful.

"Apply it on his stomach. The conditions are limited, so just make do with it." Yan Qing opened the curtain and handed her the handkerchief covered with a black unknown substance.

"Thank you." Jiang Yan didn't care whether it was clean or not. She pulled open the corner of Jiang Sheng's clothes and put the warm handkerchief on his belly button.

"It's better to let him eat something." Yan Qing's calm face became more serious. He stroked his rough fingers, "This is not a good thing."

“…Okay.” Jiang Yan didn’t understand what he meant by the last sentence. She opened the milk and handed it to Jiang Sheng, “Xiao Sheng, drink some milk.”

As expected, thunder broke out in the sky after a while, and heavy rain fell on the boat.

The boat was swaying and tilting from side to side, making it very uncomfortable.

Jiang Yan's face didn't look good. She held on to the crossbeam of the boat tightly to prevent herself from falling.

Her heart suddenly began to beat violently, and she had a bad feeling.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the boat under him began to shake violently as if the river was turning upside down.

Jiang Yan loosened her grip on the crossbar and hugged Jiang Sheng tightly. The two of them kept bumping into the frame as the boat swayed.

"sister…"

"Xiao Sheng, hold on tight." Jiang Yan's face turned pale with pain, and his voice came out from between his teeth.

Outside the boat curtain.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Yan Qing's forehead. The man holding the gun had red eyes and a cold look in his gloomy eyes. His low voice was filled with a bit of morbid madness, "Where is Jiang Yan?"

There was still blood on Yan Qing's arm. The bullet was deeply embedded in the skin, leaving the tense muscles stained red.

No one knew where his antique was blown away to. The two of them were swaying with the shaking boat. The atmosphere was so depressing that it seemed to isolate the deafening thunder.

He twirled his fingers, and before he could say anything, he heard the sound of a gun cocking.

His eyebrows moved slightly, and he glanced at the yacht next to him. He counted the seconds in his mind, and the moment the yacht turned the steering wheel, he quickly grabbed the knife at his waist and stabbed the man in front of him.

Xie Ci's reaction was faster than he thought, and the boat was shaking so violently that he only cut the skin on his neck and was suddenly shot in the leg.

He felt pain and fell down, reaching out to pull, tripping Xie Ci to the ground with him.

The gun in the other person's hand slipped and hit the overturned fish steadily. His eyes flickered, and just as he moved, the other person suddenly pushed him down like a madman. He didn't look strong, but he was as strong as if he had eaten ten cows.

Blood dripped onto Xie Ciqingjun's face. His expression remained unchanged as he tightly grasped Yan Qing's neck. "I ask you, where is she?"

Yan Qing was pinched by him and it was difficult for him to breathe. His face was calm, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his hand was pulling the rope beside him.

With a click, he twitched his lips and said, "I told you that it is not convenient to reveal the whereabouts of my employer."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boat suddenly lost control, capsized to the right in an instant, and the entire boat sank into the sea.

The moment she fell into the sea, Jiang Yan saw Xie Ci’s figure. Her face turned pale, and she struggled to push Jiang Sheng, who was wearing a lifebuoy, onto the sail, and then fell into the sea.

……

A month later.

Suburban villa.

"Mr. Xie is back." Aunt Wang was cooking porridge in the kitchen. She turned her head to look over when she heard the voice.

"Yeah." Xie Ci responded and pulled off the tie around his neck. His dull black eyes were without a trace of light as he walked upstairs dejectedly.

He stood at the door of the master bedroom for a long time before turning the doorknob. In the dark room, he could only see the curtains fluttering in the wind and the fluorescent ornaments on the bedside table.

The cool breeze blowing in from the window makes people feel cold to the heart.