Yu Yuntian, who had previously been relaxed, began to panic. Even though there were several meters between them, the cameras still clearly captured the cold sweat on his forehead. He tried to retreat, to struggle, but only ended up nervously bouncing his legs in place, looking very disheveled, and then he had to look to his girlfriend, his eyes emanating a signal of desperation. As long as he could regain his freedom, he would immediately interrupt the test.
Song Warm clearly saw that he was not doing well and was about to run over to stop Fang Luo's reading, but was stopped by Song Rui, pressing on her shoulder, "You just need to sit and watch, don't forget, this is your arrangement."
Song Warm hesitated, but Fang Luo did not retreat to his original position, nor did he release his control over the test subject as he had done in the previous two instances. He had been trapping the other person with his own magnetic field and then slowly started speaking, "Male, around thirty years old, surrounded by applause, flowers, praise, and splendor, colored blocks are unfolding at your feet, taking you to the peak. Undoubtedly, you are a person who has achieved great success in reality. Like the first test subject, you have a pair of eyes that can appreciate beauty; you love all the colors of the world."
Song Warm's heart was at ease as she nodded repeatedly at the camera. In just a few brief sentences, Fang Luo had accurately stated Yu Yuntian's age, gender, profession, and achievements, showing how strong his perception was.
Yu Yuntian, however, continued to struggle in vain.
Fang Luo cast a look at him, his tone becoming somewhat subtle, "But beyond the brightness, you also hide a rotten side. You seem to have two faces, one smiles appropriately, the other smiles fiercely. You are surrounded by a brilliant halo, but beneath that halo, you cast an even stronger shadow."
Song Warm's relaxed expression froze on her face, and even the cameraman's hand couldn't help but tremble. Two faces, a fierce smile, rottenness, shadows - these were clearly not good words!
Song Rui covered his face, and laughed inaudibly. Pushing Yu Yuntian in front of Fang Luo turned out to be the most interesting move made by these people tonight.
Fang Luo's translucent palm hovered over Yu Yuntian's head, continuing, "I see an unfinished painting placed in a narrow room facing south, the loving holy light covering the stench of desire, faith is not faith, but delusion, filth, and the embellishment of colors. You want to hide it, yet also want to promote it."
Hearing this, Yu Yuntian suddenly stopped struggling. He lifted his head, staring with eyes that seemed about to split open at Fang Luo, as if gazing into an abyss. This man was like a mirror, clearly reflecting the secrets hidden deep within him; this was terrifying!
Song Warm gradually realized that things were not going well, but could only clench her fists and wait. The conversation had reached this point, and she actually wanted to hear more. Through her boyfriend's expression and actions, she already understood that everything Fang Luo had said was true; her boyfriend was desperately hiding a desire, one that was dirty, stinking, and unrestrainable.
"You see the young, defenseless children as pluckable flowers," Fang Luo's words were like a bomb, setting off shock in the recording studio. Everyone was stunned, even the cameraman holding the camera began to tremble.
Song Rui, too, nodded silently, lost in thought. He had long known Yu Yuntian had a problem but had no interest in exploring where the problem lay. Fang Luo had seen it all at a glance.
"Cousin, what does Fang Luo mean by that? It's not what I'm thinking, is it?" Song Warm couldn't face this cruel reality and needed someone to deny her assumptions. Unfortunately, she faced a heartless Song Rui, who looked her in the eye and said, word by word, "Unfortunately, it's exactly what you're thinking."
"No, no, no, how could this be! I don't believe it, he must have sensed it wrong!" Song Warm was close to tears but stubbornly pinched her own palm, resisting the half-revealed truth.
Fang Luo continued to stir up waves in the recording studio, "You are good at concealing the ugly with the beautiful, using the devotion of art to lure the innocent lambs. It seems you think you are about to succeed, so every fiber of your being is excited and trembling in anticipation of the imminent feast. This sin is yours..."
Fang Luo's fingers moved slowly around Yu Yuntian's sweaty face, gradually shifting towards Song Warm, saying word by word, "But it is also yours, the evil wolf attracted by trust, blindness, and infatuation. If you don't wake up soon, you will eventually regret it."
This last accusation was too severe, with regret? What was there to regret? What would happen in the future?
Everyone in the recording studio was caught up in various speculations, but none of them were positive nor hopeful. If Fang Luo had spoken these words before Jeffery and Yaya, they would have ejected him and then ridiculed him. But now, after experiencing the profoundly mysterious and incisively accurate soul analysis, not a single person dared to stand up and emphatically tell Fang Luo that he was spouting nonsense.
That person included Song Warm. Clearly, what Fang Luo had recounted was completely baseless, unfounded lies, but she still didn't dare to stand up and voice her doubts, instead, she racked her brain, desperately trying to recall. She had to understand what the last sentence meant! Why was she also a sinner? What had she done to the point of regret? The meaning of "regret" was far more ruthless than "repentance!"
"Is there a child in the family who is close to Yu Yuntian?" Song Rui couldn't help reminding, no matter what his last name was, he was still surnamed Song.
"Nini! It's Nini!" Song Warm couldn't restrain herself and her scream, then picked up her phone and rushed out of the recording studio. With trembling hands, she called her big brother's daughter, Song Beini. There was no answer on the other end, she was probably in class, but Song Warm didn't dare to stop, repeating her calls, anxiously and disheveled, waiting.
Cold sweat covered her temples, smudging her makeup, but she paid it no attention. She only wanted to know if Nini had been harmed; how could she have actively introduced Nini to Yu Yuntian as a model? The child was so beautiful! Her rosy cheeks were like the glow of the morning sun, her sweet smile was even more radiant than the sunlight, her body, especially flexible due to her dance practice, was like a vine, stretching and frolicking, unfurling her skirts on the smooth wooden floor, blooming like a flower.
If she were an angel, she would definitely be the most beautiful angel in the world! How could I trustingly hand her over to Yu Yuntian?
Oh, right, the painting! The painting that I saw when communicating with Fānqiéláotōng. Holy light, faith, incomplete... Yes, there is a painting called "Light of Faith", she saw Yu Yuntian painting it with her own eyes, and now it is still hanging in the attic of their cohabiting villa. It depicts Mary exuding holy light, so how could there be a problem?
For a moment, Song Wennuan thought about a lot of things. Once she separated herself from her emotions towards Yu Yuntian and viewed things superficially, her mind became active, and her eyes brightened up. Details that she had ignored were now being magnified:
He showed extraordinary care for Nini, he would proactively pick Nini up from school, take her to very remote restaurants for meals, only remember to call his girlfriend halfway through the meal to report his whereabouts; he would buy expensive gifts for Nini on various holidays, even personally design the outfit Nini needed for performances; he would spend the entire night by Nini's bedside when she was seriously ill, gently stroking Nini's forehead with his palm.
These excessively intimate actions, because of his identity as a step-uncle, appeared so natural and reasonable that everyone in the Song family thought he was loving and caring! Song Wennuan was scared by her imagination, she dialed another phone number: "Hello, sister-in-law, are you in the eastern suburb? You are? Okay, quickly go to my villa and take a painting from the attic, a painting of the Virgin Mary, you will recognize it, it's placed in the most conspicuous position. Once you have the painting, take it to someone reliable and strict, to check if there is another painting hidden beneath the oil colors. Remember, you must find someone reliable, and don't spread this matter, the fewer people that know about it, the better! Sister-in-law, I know this is very troublesome, but I can only ask you to go, others can't, really, I beg you, go quickly, I'm waiting for your news!"
After hanging up the phone, Song Wennuan slumped against the wall and sat on the ground. Nobody knew how guilty and tormented she felt when calling her sister-in-law. She didn't want to face all of this if she could help it, but she couldn't avoid it, couldn't correct these mistakes, otherwise she could never forgive herself.
At the same time, she held onto the faint hope that perhaps Fānqiéláotōng was wrong. What if there was no problem with the painting? What if Nini and Yuntian's relationship was just a normal one between an elder and a junior?
Her fantasies were shattered in Nini's phone call.
"Aunt, do you need something?" "Nini, tell Aunt, did your uncle do anything strange to you! This is very important, think carefully!" Nini remained silent for a long time before speaking quietly, "He always wants me to paint that kind of painting for him, he says it's art..."
Song Wennuan almost fiercely shouted, "Nini, you didn't agree, did you?!" She didn't need to ask what kind of painting it was, she had already guessed. Nini, startled, quickly denied, "No, no, I didn't agree! I thought it was very strange!"
"Really? Don't lie to Aunt, no matter what happens, you can tell Aunt, you are the most important to me, you understand? Yuntian is just an outsider!" Song Wennuan repeatedly confirmed. If she could, she would have wanted to dive through the phone signal, to inspect Nini from head to toe.
Undoubtedly, it was the most embarrassing and frightening day she had ever experienced in her life. How worried she was that these horrible things would happen to her family. Fānqiéláotōng was right, she was also guilty, an accomplice! It was her trust, blindness, and infatuation that brought Yuntian, this evil wolf, to Nini's side. And such a situation had even lasted for almost two years, what if it continued for longer? Would Nini be deceived by his enthusiasm and flattery? She was still so young, what did she understand? All she could see was the halo around Yuntian, not his evil nature! Even herself as an adult, hadn't she been fooled by Yuntian as well?
Thinking like this, Song Wennuan was terrified to the point of trembling.