Chapter 102 – The Ancient Yandere’s Doll

The Ancient Yandere’s Doll (2)

Zhou Yuran’s eyes suddenly flashed. With this doll around, Murong Jin probably wouldn’t take her away, right?

That way, she could go and pursue the life she truly wanted!

Before she could think further….

Sounds of footsteps gradually approached and stopped at the entrance of the alley. The alley was very quiet, so Zhou Yuran could hear everything clearly.

Then a teasing male voice rang out.

“Brother Murong! Come on, just go to the pleasure quarter with me tonight, alright?”

Chen Jingran said as he reached out to put his arm around Murong Jin’s shoulder, constantly trying to persuade his friend who refused to pay attention to him.

Murong Jin ruthlessly slapped his hand away with a crisp smack.

“Dirty. Keep it off.” Murong Jin glanced at Chen Jingran with disdain. This man spent his days wandering around brothels, and Murong Jin found him repulsive.

Chen Jingran, shameless as ever, saw that persuasion wasn’t working and changed his tactics.

“Brother Murong, how about lending me some silver then?” Chen Jingran pressed his palms together and said in a pleading tone.

“How much?”

Sensing an opportunity, Chen Jingran gave a flattering smile. “Not much… just fifty taels.” Even he felt a little nervous saying it.

Murong Jin had thought he was going to ask for a fortune, but it turned out to be just fifty taels of silver. He impatiently dug into his money pouch and pulled out a gold ingot.

“Take it.” Murong Jin tossed it towards him. Seeing the man standing there dumbfounded clutching the gold, he muttered under his breath about how pathetic he was.

Chen Jingran stared at the gold ingot in his hand, and his eyes were nearly blinded by it. He knew Murong Jin’s family was the wealthiest in the capital, but at this moment he had no idea just how much money his friend actually had.

Who carries gold on them when going out, and a whole pouch full of it at that!

“Brother Murong! Thank you very much. I’ll treat you to a drink next time.”

Having gotten his money, Chen Jingran couldn’t leave fast enough. He needed to hold tight to this long-term meal ticket.

Otherwise, with the meager amount his own father gave him—barely enough to split among ten brothers in the family—what reached his hands was pitifully little.

Murong Jin looked at the alley with a puzzled expression. Somehow, a strange feeling was drawing him inside.

He stood still and stared into the dark alley, then lifted his foot and walked in.

The smell inside the dim, damp alley was unpleasant.

Murong Jin’s brows gradually furrowed. He hated dirty environments.

He walked over to a pile of discarded items covered in dust, clearly unused for a long time.

Just as Murong Jin was about to lose patience, he noticed the doll to the side.

Once, his father had traveled to the West and brought back a doll. Murong Jin had never understood what was so appealing about that cotton-stuffed thing.

He remembered that Chen Jingran later took it to roast sweet potatoes.

Zhou Yuran thought Murong Jin had seen her. Her heart leaped into her throat. She prayed over and over in her mind: Please don’t pick her up. Please don’t!

As Murong Jin looked at the doll, he could feel his heart pounding wildly inside his chest, screaming at him to take her away and make her his own.

Under Zhou Yuran’s panicked eyes, Murong Jin moved closer. Her heart gradually turned cold.

Was she going to be captured by him again after all?

Watching Murong Jin reach out his hand, Zhou Yuran had already decided to give up struggling.

But then, his hand passed right in front of her face. Zhou Yuran opened her eyes in confusion.

She saw Murong Jin pick up the doll beside her. In her mind, she cursed him for being a lecher. The moment he saw a prettier doll, he lost interest in her.

Yet she couldn’t help feeling relieved. Since this doll could take her place, she would never have to be locked up by Murong Jin again!

Murong Jin held the doll that was no bigger than his two hands. He didn’t even spare a glance at the other doll.

This doll was unlike any he had ever seen. She looked just like a miniature person. Her light golden eyes seemed to hold a trace of a smile.

The white lace dress she wore was not dirty. She appeared to have been lost here.

But so what?

Murong Jin’s arms tightened around the doll. Since he had found her, she could only belong to him.

Murong Jin had always known that he was different from others.

When he was a child, his father coaxed him into giving his favorite piece of clothing to his younger cousin. He agreed on the surface.

The next day, that newly made garment was ruined.

No one knew he did it.

If something couldn’t belong to him, he would rather destroy it…