Chapter 199: The Hateful Ginger Shreds

Wang Yan sat in the corner, seeing this scene made her furious.

It was like buying separate meals for three people, and he ended up spending much less money, yet this man actually wanted money for the players to spend—truly stupid.

She chewed the pork ribs with great force, even hearing the creak of her teeth, then shoved her chopsticks into the rice, her gaze dark and unfathomable.

"Eat?"

Wen Ci Sheng saw the girl opposite him motionless, thought the food didn't suit her appetite, wondered whether to swap his own with hers, but Su Mian let out a sigh.

"Do you have any paper? The blood on your face is putting me off my food."

Wen Ci Sheng: ……

He remained silent, just stood up, kicked at the serving hatch, and a hand inside immediately shot out, respectfully handing over a packet of paper, palms sweaty.

Wen Ci Sheng took it and washed his face at the sink.

The players stared blankly over.

So… he basically didn't need money to get things from the serving hatch; the Train Meal was the same, so why ask Wang Yan for money?

Su Mian also noticed, almost unable to hold back her laughter.

What else could it be? Just wanted to gross out Wang Yan.

Su Mian ate all the meat from the ginger‑shredded duck, then gave all the ginger shreds to Wen Ci Sheng; when the person returned, she pointed at Wen Ci Sheng's boxed meal and smiled sweetly.

"Shredded potatoes are delicious—hurry and try some."

Wen Ci Sheng nodded and sat down, then actually started eating big mouthfuls, his expression unchanged; Su Mian stared, stunned, "You…"

Wen Ci Sheng, however, smiled gently, "What's wrong?"

Su Mian suddenly felt a bit guilty, she touched her nose, said it was nothing, and kept eating with her head down.

Yet she had no idea that Wen Ci Sheng, as soon as he returned to his seat, had noticed someone's subtle expression and already guessed most of it.

Thus, Su Mian, who thought the matter was over, was suddenly pulled by a hand to the restroom just as she was about to nap.

"Mm…"

Before she could speak, her lips met a soft surface, giving her no chance to breathe, and she was pressed directly against the wall.

"Junior Director Xiao Ci, try it—see if there's any strange taste in my mouth?"

He chuckled lightly, his large hand caressing the girl's coccyx from top to bottom, sending tingles through her.

Su Mian couldn't help but gasp, "No… no."

"How could there not be?"

Wen Ci Sheng grew more fierce, ignoring her struggle, pinning her restless hands behind her back.

"You haven't tasted yet—stick your tongue in."

Su Mian felt her scalp go numb from the kiss, remained passive, Wen Ci Sheng's mouth was sweet, basically no Ginger taste at all.

Hearing the latter part, she subconsciously moved closer, trying to match her own rhythm to drive the other's Breath, her face flushed red, quite like a little cat seeking a kiss.

Until her legs went weak, Su Mian finally came to her senses, glaring at him resentfully.

"You rinsed your mouth, so of course I can't taste it."

Wen Ci Sheng neither denied nor admitted, simply crouched down and pressed his nasal bone against the girl's waist.

"But I feel… a strange taste will soon appear."

Su Mian widened her eyes, "You…"

She realized what it was, her cheeks heating up quickly, she lowered her voice and glared at him, "Are you crazy?"

Wen Ci Sheng raised his eyes, brows smiling, said nothing, just lightly bit the skin at her waist; Su Mian's legs went weak, she couldn't speak, she covered her mouth, eyes wet and unfocused.

What's worse, right in front of Su Mian was a mirror.

She could see all her reactions.

All day long, Wen Ci Sheng stuck to Su Mian, as if no amount of kissing could ever be enough.

Su Mian listened to music, he tried to grab the other earbud; Su Mian washed clothes, he offered to help, feeling no shame; Su Mian napped, he lingered outside the train window watching her.

Yes, you heard right—outside the train window.

Had it been an ordinary person, they'd have been scared half to death, but Su Mian merely rolled her eyes upon waking, got out of bed, went out, and left Wen Ci Sheng all alone outside the window.

Then someone followed up again just a few minutes later; during that time no one dared approach her, until evening when Wen Ci Sheng left, not knowing where he went.

"Knock knock–"

The door knocked, Su Mian stepped forward to open it, found it was Zhou Yunfeng, she felt a bit doubtful.

"What do you need?"

Zhou Yunfeng first glanced at the neighboring bed, saw Wang Yan wasn't there, and immediately relaxed.

"May I come in?"

Su Mian nodded.

Zhou Yunfeng had long felt Su Mian was no ordinary person; she had passed the first carriage's Assessment and even analyzed the killer's loophole—truly admirable.

Nowadays, she even seems related to the monsters in the Instance, far more reliable than Wang Yan.

In just two days of the game, three people have died; out of concern for their lives, he chose to come and curry favor, but the favoritism couldn't be too obvious—he needed to prove his worth.

"Ye Shuheng is dead; if he were the killer, the game should have ended, but it hasn't."

Su Mian lifted her eyes lazily, "So what?"

Zhou Yunfeng swallowed, "Actually," he seemed to have made up his mind, "I know who the killer is!"

Su Mian looked at him amusedly, "Who?"

"It's Wang Yan."

He lowered his voice, "I deliberately observed everyone's expression as they passed Ye Shuheng's corpse."

Almost everyone felt disgust and fear; only Wang Yan felt as if she had let out a sigh of relief. Although I still have no evidence, I feel it's her. How about we cooperate and look for her clues together?

Su Mian nodded; Zhou Yunfeng hadn't expected Su Mian to agree so easily, he widened his eyes, feeling a bit flattered.

Okay, but don't tell Wei Xiaowei I was here.

Having said that, she poked her head out to look, and only after confirming the corridor was empty did she gently close the door.

Su Mian glanced at Wang Yan's bunk, then walked slowly.

Actually, she was also curious about one point, and Su Mian saw that expression.

After seeing Ye Shuheng's death, Wang Yan suddenly seemed relieved, looking much more relaxed than before.

Su Mian was certain Ye Shuheng must be the murderer; otherwise the matter of the slippers and sneakers couldn't be explained, but she suddenly realized a problem.

In the morning, when getting up, Wang Yan left the room before she did; by the time Su Mian woke up, Wang Yan was already gone.

After figuring that out, Su Mian turned around, intending to search Wang Yan's bed and luggage, but unexpectedly the door opened at that moment and Wang Yan came back.

"Why did you arrange for me to live with you, when you clearly know I hate you?"

Su Mian gave the other party no chance to respond, and suddenly said this.

As expected, a flicker of panic flashed in Wang Yan's eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

"I'm afraid you'll team up with Ruan Ruan, is that not allowed?"

She only said that, then sat on the bed and started flipping through her phone, adding, "Go to sleep quickly; tomorrow there might be another tough battle."

Seeing that Wang Yan completely refused to speak to her, answering nothing to any question, Su Mian had no choice but to give up, wash up, and get into bed.