Chapter 330: Volume 1 Chapter 330 Prison (Complete)

Fu Shao Huai slept an entire day; when he woke up, it was already the next night.

The curtains blocked all outside light; the room was dim and silent.

Only he remained in the room.

Fu Shao Huai almost instinctively threw off the blanket covering him and staggered out of the room.

His eyes were bloodshot, streaks of agitation and anxiety flowing through them, his cloud‑capped pupils sinking into violent madness.

"Zhizhi… Jiang Zhi!" a cold, deep hoarse shout echoed through the hallway.

Did she run away again?

The air was deathly still.

"Fu Ye."

A snow‑white figure appeared before the nearby stairs; a faint light entered his eyes, the girl drew closer, and Fu Shao Huai thought it was a dream—just like countless nights when she would briefly walk into his dream and then leave without mercy.

Each time he could only see her back.

On the battlefield where life hung by a thread, the her in his dream was the sole thought that drove him to fight desperately and strive to survive.

"Fu Shao Huai." This time Jiang Zhi called his name, her face showing concern.

Fu Shao Huai extended his long arms, holding her tightly in his embrace, seamless enough to hear each other's heartbeats and breaths.

He seemed to awaken from a dream, smiling as if he had regained what was lost.

"In this life, I will never let you go again."

Jiang Zhi responded by reaching out to stroke his back, softly answering, 'Okay.'

…

In the time they spent together afterward, Fu Shao Huai still frequently fell ill, like a child who could never be satisfied; once she left his sight, he would go mad searching for her everywhere.

A lack of security, and a pathological love and possessiveness toward her.

As always.

They held a new wedding, not extravagant, but every detail of the venue was arranged by Fu Shao Huai himself, even the wedding dress—he personally went to oversee its completion.

The only two guests were the male and female leads invited by Jiang Zhi.

The male and female leads' relationship was blossoming; upon hearing that Jiang Zhi would marry Fu Shao Huai, Bai Lian's first words were:

"Are you happy?"

Jiang Zhi looked at the man busily arranging the wedding in the distance, chuckled lightly, and said, 'Happy.'

Seeing this, Bai Lian breathed a sigh of relief, took her hand, and blessed, 'Then I wish you happiness and joy for the rest of your life.'

Jiang Zhi asked, 'When are you getting married?'

Bai Lian's face flushed, she fidgeted, and said, 'We'll… we'll see.'

The male lead had risen from adjutant to general, making him a suitable match for the Bai family, but the Bai elders still weren't pleased with him, so they still have a long way to go.

At that moment, the man suddenly approached, yanked apart their joined hands, pulled Jiang Zhi into his embrace, and gave Bai Lian a cold, icy glance.

"Just talk; why hold hands?"

Bai Lian dared to be angry but not to speak.

Jiang Zhi helplessly pushed him and asked, 'How did you come over?'

Fu Shao Huai's wounds were mostly healed; these days he not only had to transport building materials and decorate the wedding venue, but also had to involve himself in all sorts of matters, fearing the contractors would cut corners and be careless.

The civil war had ended; the several countries eyeing him covetously were all overturned by him, and there would be no war for a decade or so.

The loyal officials in the upper echelons of the government nominated him for the new presidency, but Fu Shao Huai directly refused.

Being president would be less desirable than going home to keep his wife company.

Fu Shao Huai pushed forward someone more suited to be president; since he himself had recommended them, no one dared to object, and the presidential seat sat firmly.

"It'll be ready soon." Unable to bear her toiling for him, he said, "You may go back."

The man often thought she still had a heart condition and treated her like a porcelain doll.

"It's fine, I'm not tired." She took out a handkerchief, gently wiping the sweat from his forehead; her slightly lifted lashes curled delicately, her eyes brimming with smiles that reflected his face.

Fu Shao Huai's throat tightened; he wanted to kiss her, but thinking he was sweaty and smeared with black grime, he could only restrain himself, deeply inhaling her fragrance, narrowed his eyes, and said, 'All right, then wait for me.'

The man finished speaking, turned, and left.

Bai Lian whispered, 'Do you like this type?'

Jiang Zhi stood before him, utterly a beauty and the beast; his gaze seemed ready to devour her, looking frightfully intense.

Jiang Zhi murmured an assent: 'He's very good.'

Bai Lian disagreed; she thought Jiang Zhi was a princess of the Wangong, while Fu Shao Huai, a man who all his life knew only war and was stained with slaughter, was more like a dragon that had abducted the princess.

…

Jiang Zhi's ring finger was adorned by him with a ring; under his devout kiss, the wedding drew to a close.

…

In the bridal chamber.

The black‑haired girl lay pressed on the bed, her deep‑red orchid‑printed cheongsam slipped down to her thighs; under the honey‑colored light it took on a faint gold sheen, her naturally fair skin appearing ever more fragile.

The man standing before her was peerlessly handsome, his dark, deep eyes shrouded in gloomy, repressed emotion.

He lowered his head, urgently extending his tongue tip into her soft cavity, curling her tongue, sucking, biting, and licking.

Like a wolf starved to the extreme, clutching fresh meat and refusing to let go.

Jiang Zhi lifted her wet eyes; the pale corners of her eyes tinged with a rosy hue, looking lush and dripping.

Fu Shao Huai was entranced by her; after a brief pause he could no longer restrain himself, his rough large hand gliding from her leg to her waist, feeling soft and delicate, like costly silk that made him unable to withdraw his hand.

A scorching breath filled the room.

That night, Jiang Zhi was like someone drowning at sea, rising and falling, unable to calm down.

——

【End of this world】

——

On a sultry summer night, a No. 12 bus drove along the road; the interior light was dim, only the door had a lamp on, the cabin was gloomy, and shadows flitted past the window, reflecting the sleeping woman's profile against the glass.

Her black hair, casually tied at the nape, draped over her left shoulder, with a few strands falling across her brows and eyes; thick-framed glasses covered her eyes, revealing only a slender, pale jaw and pink lips—lovely lip shape, no lipstick, like a peach blossom just opening in spring.

Jiang Zhi opened her eyes after waking from a slight jolt; what met her gaze was the interior of the bus, where she sat in the window seat of the second row in the rear cabin, and she immediately received the original host's memories.

The original host was 27 years old, named Jiang Xiao Zhi; her parents were dead, she had lived in an orphanage since childhood, and later, with state support, she studied and got into an ordinary university.

She worked at a small company as a clerk, on a 996 schedule—starting at 9 a. m., finishing at 9 p. m., often working overtime—and the original host died suddenly on this bus.

An ordinary and tragic figure.

After receiving all of the original host's memories, she shouted, "777: Where is the villain's information?"

777 hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "Host, this world has no villain information, only a brief plot summary."

【《Weird Manga》: They accidentally entered the world of a horror manga, and a murderer has been hiding among them……】