The Charming Little Beauty is Being Targeted Again [Infinite]

The Widow in the Mansion 14

The young stepson spoke with righteous indignation, but upon closer examination, there was a distinct aroma of tea.

The barrage of comments reflected the viewers' frustration.

[Alright, alright, you little tea master, did you just knock my beads into my face?]

[What do you mean, "younger and more caring"? In that case, Yu Deng should be with me!]

[I’m pondering a question—could it really be that Yu Deng’s late husband has no connection with Yu Deng?]

[Good question. Over the past few days, there have been several unexplained black screens. I have a bold idea...]

[Damn, If that’s the case, things just got interesting. I’ll immediately call my shura field enthusiast friends to the livestream.]

"Little Mom, what do you think?"

Yu Deng's mind was blank. He didn’t know what the Cheng family wanted him to do, nor did he know if his late husband loved him.

He tried to think scientifically and rigorously. "Actually, being widowed should mean the marriage is dissolved, right? Is it really necessary to make such a fuss?"

Isn't this something he should mention to those NPCs? It’s so troublesome.

However, one thing Cheng Xiao said did strike a chord with Yu Deng.

The killer was targeting the Cheng family's direct line. If the killer included him in the count, would they also come for his life?

Yu Deng uncertainly sought help from the system. "System, if I follow this line of thought, it would be safer for me to sever all ties with the Cheng family. Am I analyzing this correctly?"

System 01: [……] Very good analysis. Don’t analyze it next time.

“System.”

【Regarding the storyline and tasks, the system cannot provide answers. The host should consider carefully.】

“Oh.”

Seeing Yu Deng hesitating, Cheng Xiao clicked his tongue, feeling displeased.

Why was Yu Deng still fixated on that person who was already dead? Was it because the deceased was an unattainable ideal?

“I—I’ll consider it.”

A breeze swept through the room, accompanied by the faint rustling of paper and a subtle feeling of being watched.

After the players finished their discussion, Cheng Zhaoxia finally snapped out of her grief and stopped crying.

It seemed that one of the concubines had said something, prompting Cheng Zhaoxia to angrily retort, "How could I be the killer? Wenhao was my biological son. How could I harm him? Of course, my father’s death has nothing to do with me!"

Yu Deng, even from a distance, heard her sharp, angry outburst and wondered why she was so agitated.

Hadn’t the old players said she hadn’t left the house? The alibi was perfect, so why was she so eager to defend herself?

Yu Deng shook his head, puzzled by her reaction.

This was the third person who had died in the Cheng family. The servants had become skilled and numb, carrying Cheng Wenhao’s oddly contorted body and placing it in a new mourning hall.

Yu Deng heard a servant sigh softly.

“It’s such a pity about the young master, and Miss Lin too. Ah, the ways of the world are unpredictable.”