Chapter 158. Do You Think I’m Dead?

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Arc 8: I am a dead bird.

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Without being forced, Chen You had personally promised not to cry while swinging, and whoever cried would be a puppy.

In the end, Chen You was slapped in the face.

In less than half an hour, he became a puppy. It’s really cold, damn it!

It’s freezing and snowy, and the temperature was several degrees below zero. It’s not suitable for anything. He should just stay in bed, pillow his teddy bear, hold his man tightly in his arms, and sleep soundly, feeling warm.

What are you running out for? Will you die if you wait all night and then go out to swing tomorrow? Are you stupid MF, are you stupid?!

Chen You was shivering with cold. Liars, all of them are liars. He had been deceived by those fellow students in the real world.

Back then, those couples held hands, kissed, and did little things under the bright moon and white snow. It felt so romantic and joyful.

Chen You sniffed. What the eyes see and the ears hear are not necessarily true.

You can’t believe anything, you have to experience it yourself!

The force from behind kept pushing Chen You forward, maintaining a steadily increasing rhythm. He sat on the swing, swinging higher and higher each time. Even the stars and moon couldn’t stand it and were running around to warm up. He cried like a dog, arguing with his man to go back and not swing in the snow anymore. Even his butt was crying from the cold, tears streaming down.

MF, his man is laughing at him. How shameless!

The swing’s arc gradually narrowed, and two sets of shoe prints appeared in the snow. One set was smaller, in front, and the other was larger, in the back, creating a close distance.

Coming down from the swing, Chen You was trembling, his legs shaking. He had swung too high, and he was frightened. He cried and begged, “I can’t take it anymore. It’s too cold. I’m almost frozen into a popsicle. Let’s go back! Gege, I was wrong.”

Chang Qin curled his lips, kissed the tip of Chen You’s nose, which was red from the cold, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, “Shout twice.”

Chen You nuzzled into his man’s warm chest, rubbing his cold nose, eyes, and mouth against them. While thinking about freezing to death, he said with great backbone, “Not shouting!”

Chang Qin had a smile on his face, gentle yet somewhat expectant, “Shout or not?”

The snowy air in Chen You’s mouth trembled, “No… I won’t shout…”

Chang Qin hugged him and pushed him on the swing, “Then let’s stay here.”

Holding onto the man’s arm, Chen You was pushed forward feeling the wind and snow pounce on his face. Tears welled up in his eyes as he said, “No, let’s go back. Let’s go back and continue playing, cat and mouse, big bad wolf eats little white rabbit, anything is fine.”

Chang Qin repeated what Chen You had said earlier, “Going back would be so boring. We’ve played upstairs and downstairs. It’s nothing like playing in the snow.”

Chen You felt another mouthful of blood stuck in his throat. MF, is this fun? Where’s the love?

He really likes swinging. Every time his man pushed him up into the sky, he would swing higher and higher. The blue sky and white clouds were right before his eyes, as if he could reach out and touch them, as if he were about to fly.

But it’s really not fun out in the snow. Everything is icy. It’s better to go out on a sunny day. Snowy days are not suitable for going out. A gust of wind blew, and Chen You got goosebumps all over his body. He held on for two seconds, but had to bow to the evil forces and called out softly, “Woof…”

Chang Qin pushed him hard and said, “I can’t hear you.”

Caught off guard, Chen You, sitting on the swing, screamed and nearly fell off, landing on the ground in a doggy-style crawl. He glared at the man in grievance. You pervert, just you wait, after entering the air-conditioned room, I’m a tough guy again. Just wait and see how I deal with you.

“Woof! Woof! Woof!”

Turning to look at his man, he gnashed his teeth and panted heavily, as if to say, if you dare to say you can’t hear me, I will kill you.

Chang Qin’s chest vibrated, and he pulled him into his arms and laughed hoarsely, “Wife, are you a puppy?”

At this point, let alone a puppy, I could be anything, a kitten, a pig, or a turtle. Chen You grabbed the man’s shoulders and said without hesitation, “I am.”

Chang Qin scoffed, “Hn?”

Chen You hooked his arm around the man’s neck, put his mouth close to his ear, and shouted three times in a loud voice, “I’m a puppy, I’m a puppy, I’m a puppy, woof woof woof!”

Aiya, after barking once, it wasn’t so hard to say. It’s true, the first time is new, the second time is familiar, and the same goes for losing skin.

After a moment, Chang Qin carried the person down, turned him over, and faced him, “Will you behave yourself next time?”

Chen You nodded like a little chicken pecking at rice, his voice trembling as he said, “Yes, yes, yes, I promise to do what I say. If I lie, I’ll be…”

He was used to saying that he will be a puppy. To show his sincerity, he swallowed the last word and said, “Grandson. I am a grandson!”

Chang Qin straightened Chen You’s pajamas and jokingly said, “I don’t want to be your Yeye.”

The corners of Chen You’s mouth twitched. What the hell? Speaking as if I would definitely get slapped in the face, “So what do you want? Tell me, I want to hear it.”

Chang Qin pretended to think seriously, “If you have another impossible situation, just call me husband.”

Chen You rolled his eyes, “You should just be my Yeye, Ok!”

Chang Qin, “…”

A faint scent wafted through the air, carried by the wind and snow in four directions, eager to share with the flowers and plants in the garden. Come on, everyone, don’t be shy, everyone has a share. This is the master’s family’s greatest treasure, a true private possession.

Opportunity knocks but once.

In the snow, the tall, muscular figure looked down, while the much slender figure tilted his head upwards. Their eyes met, the former silently radiating an overwhelming might, while the latter was defeated and in disarray.

Chen You coughed, his hands tucked into the man’s pockets, “Well, personally, I think ‘husband’ doesn’t sound nice. How about I call you Old man?”

Chang Qin teased, “I’m an old man. What are you? An old woman?”

Chen You, “…”

He kicked the man with his slippers, his eyebrows furrowed and then relaxed. He couldn’t bring himself to call him husband. Let’s talk about it later.

Chang Qin bent his back, lowered his head, and rested his chin on Chen You’s shoulder. He laughed hoarsely, “I don’t want to go back. It’s fun in the snow.”

Not good! His man was already perverted enough, and now some hidden point might have been ticked. Chen You wanted to cry. He didn’t want to go out and play on a snowy day anymore. Damn it, he was just digging his own grave.

Let you be troublesome!

Chen You begged for mercy, kissing the man on the lips, “I was wrong, I was really wrong. Look at me, my butt is frozen. I’m going to get frostbite.”

Chang Qin raised his lip, “I have medicine.”

Chen You smacked the lips on the man’s cheeks several times, “That would leave scars, too. Don’t you like my butt the most? Saying it’s beautiful and looks good. If it gets scars, it won’t look good.”

Just as Chang Qin was about to speak, something suddenly flashed across his eyes. He picked up Chen You and strode out of the garden.

There were footsteps approaching from the iron gate.

Cheng Mingtian was sneaking around outside, tiptoeing over. He groaned. He could have walked right in last time, so why couldn’t he this time?

Seeing the surveillance camera, Cheng Mingtian’s face paled. Something wasn’t right. There wasn’t that thing last time. He remembered it clearly. If he had seen it, he wouldn’t have been so foolish as to sneak in.

Is he hallucinating at this moment?

Cheng Mingtian squatted down, dug a small stone out of the snow and threw it over. He heard a bang. It wasn’t an illusion. The surveillance camera was real. Perhaps… Chang Qin had installed it recently?

Because of the surveillance, Cheng Mingtian didn’t dare approach rashly. He stood there for a long time before inching closer, keeping close to the wall. He peered through the iron gate. The garden’s streetlights were on, but there wasn’t a single person, not even a bird.

Just as Cheng Mingtian was about to look away, he spotted footprints in the snow not far away, clearly left by two people.

One is Chang Qin, and the other is that young man?

Cheng Mingtian’s hand on the iron gate trembled, he didn’t know if it was because the gate was too cold, or for some other reason. He widened his eyes, trying to look through the garden to the lighted living room to see what the people inside were doing…

If the suspicions he’d raised on the road turned out to be true, Cheng Mingtian stumbled and fell to the ground in the snow. He might as well contact the families of the six missing men and report them to the police to find out what exactly happened that night.

No, the police will find out about him.

He deliberately seduced those people into coming over to ra*e that young man. If this behavior is discovered, he’ll go to jail, right?

By then, there will always be some idle people online who will take the time to dig out his personal information and all his smurf accounts on the forum. In that case, many sides of him will be exposed and spread to the school.

Even worse, if Chang Qin could single-handedly take out six people and cover up the incident, given his ability, there’s a good chance nothing would happen in the end, and he would be the only one to suffer.

The clearer Cheng Mingtian’s thoughts became, the colder he felt. He shivered constantly, his teeth chattering.

Suppose there were surveillance cameras in the villa that night that he hadn’t noticed. Chang Qin would have known he was there, and everything he had done to the young man would have been returned to him. That’s why he suffered such inhumane treatment, and his family company went bankrupt, leaving them with a huge debt.

These disasters all make sense.

Surviving a great disaster does not necessarily mean good fortune in the future. Perhaps an even greater disaster awaits.

“No, I can’t just go back like this. I want to see that young man with my own eyes. Maybe I’m just overthinking it.”

Holding onto a last glimmer of hope, Cheng Mingtian walked back. He zipped up his down jacket, snapped on the hood, and leaned against the wall to wait for daybreak.

The villa was warm, and the cold outside was forcibly blocked out. No matter how much it raged, it couldn’t get in at all.

Chen You sprawled on the sofa, remote in hand, changing channels. He cycled through over a hundred channels several times before finally returning to a movie channel to watch a martial arts film.

There was a lot of fighting on TV, with white knives going in and red knives coming out. The actors were professionally biting the blood pouch in their mouths and spitting out blood. The sofa was very warm.

Chang Qin was shaving Chen You’s back. Before they knew it they had arrived at this magical development.

The two of them had originally planned to have some fun after returning from the snow, but Chen You took off his thick pajamas, and the sleeves of his thin shirt underneath were lifted slightly. He accidentally glanced at it and felt very uncomfortable.

The grass on the grassland is indestructible, and will sprout again with the spring breeze. Even the hairs on Chen You’s body didn’t need to wait for the spring breeze, they sprouted rapidly.

His mood was greatly affected, and his obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in. He had to shave his hair clean before he would play.

Chang Qin had no choice but to go get him a razor.

The TV commercials started playing, and the scene where the heroine and hero were about to kiss was stuck. Chen You asked Chang Qin to shave his armpits as well.

This world is so weird.

When he was a black bird, he shed feathers constantly, handfuls at a time. But when he became a human, the hair on his body didn’t fall out, but grew back instead, at a rate that made him suspect he’d been fed hormones in his sleep.

Chang Qin not only shaved Chen You’s armpits, but also shaved all the hair on his body, leaving no area untouched.

Chen You, “…”

You’re so gentle and considerate, what else can I say? I might as well give you a sky rocket and send you flying up to heaven.

The next morning, Chen You was woken up. To be exact, he hadn’t slept at all. Last night, he and Chang Qin played games, completing one dungeon after another, until late at night and into the morning. He only took a nap in the middle of the game, and he was exhausted.

Boss Chang, on the other hand, was full of energy, switching between skills. He was about to deliver a roundhouse kick to Chen You, then activate a formation, continuously accelerating.

Chen You’s voice was hoarse, “Hero, please spare my life.”

Chang Qin’s face twitched slightly, his posture languid, “Call me husband.”

Do you have any shame? I haven’t even spoken yet, and I’m not going back on my word. Chen You’s mouth twitched. All the equipment on his body was damaged, and it might take some time to repair it, especially the smallest ones, which were all red. He pinched the flesh on the man’s arm and called out husband in a mosquito voice.

Having gotten what he wanted, Chang Qin smiled happily and exited the game world.

Chen You is too lazy. He’s not the type to shower or scrub himself clean every day. In the middle of winter, when he doesn’t sweat much and doesn’t feel dirty, he definitely won’t shower. It wastes both water and time. Now he showers multiple times a day, especially in the morning, when he absolutely has to.

After the bathtub was filled with water, Chen You dismissed the slave at home, “Get out! I don’t want you to help me wash.”

Chang Qin didn’t even raise his brows, “Don’t make trouble.”

Chen You looked at the man’s long legs, smacked his lips, and said, “I’m not afraid to tell you, now I know your tricks. You’ll wash me for an hour or two.”

Chang Qin smiled and said, “Not this time. This time I’ll be washing for three or four hours.”

Chen You went into the bathtub and died.

Chang Qin was different from the little liar in his family. He kept his promise and never missed or exceeded the three or four hours he promised.

By the time Chen You was able to stretch, kick his legs, brush his teeth, and wash his face like a normal person, it was already noon.

There was a noise in the kitchen, his man was cooking.

Chen You’s lips curled up unconsciously, his face brimming with happiness. Dad, there is someone who cooks for your son, warms the bed, mops the floor, is very good at bed matters, and sometimes even puts shoes on your son. Moreover, he is a big shot, and no one will dare to bully your son when he goes out, so cool.

“I’m coming back. Chang Qin will also come with me. He said he would go with me.”

Chen You muttered to himself. When he got home, he would break his habit of playing games all night long. He had to break it. He had to study hard, make progress every day, graduate successfully, find a stable job, earn money, save money, and support his family.

At home, he would have a man who loved him, a father who loved him, and a little yellow dog, and the four of them would live a wonderful life.

Chen You sighed. How wonderful!

After washing up, Chen You went back to the kitchen. Smelling the delicious food, he said to the busy man, “Rinse the lettuce with water. It will be more tender and fragrant.”

Chang Qin placed the sliced lettuce on a plate, added water as Chen You had instructed, and tossed the lettuce in, “Go out now. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

He touched the young man’s waist, “Does it hurt?”

“That’s nonsense! My waist isn’t made of plastic.” Chen You rolled his eyes, “How about you also experience what it’s like to have back pain, leg cramps, and a cold butt when the wind blows.”

Chang Qin raised his eyebrows, “If you are brave enough, you can try it.”

Shuddering, Chen You rolled his eyes at him. What are you so proud of? Back in the real world, you won’t be able to act so arrogant anymore. Although I’m still a student, I will grow up. In ten years, I’ll be twenty-nine, and everything will be different from when I was nineteen. Then we can compare our skills.

The meal wasn’t ready yet, so Chang Qin asked Chen You to leave. There was someone nearby who was still restless. He was afraid that if he got distracted, he would mix up the salt with the sugar, or the vinegar with the soy sauce.

In the end, Chen You just blew him a kiss before leaving, and he scooped a spoonful of sugar and threw it into the dish.

The stir-fried pork with lettuce was inedible.

Chang Qin held his forehead and decided to redo it. He pulled the glass door shut, preventing the young man from entering.

Chen You took an apple from the table, washed it, and ate it as he walked outside. The sky cleared up, and the snow scene in the garden became even more beautiful. The plum blossoms popped out, and the next few days would be their exclusive show.

After eating the apple, Chen You went to the open space to build a snowman, intending to make a pair. Suddenly, he glanced in the direction of the iron gate. Hn? Why does it feel like someone is watching?

Frowning, Chen You threw the snowball he had just gathered in his hand and walked over. He didn’t open the iron gate directly, but instead looked around through the gap.

There were footprints on the ground, many of them, some deep and some shallow, all from sneakers. It was most likely Cheng Mingtian, coming to see if he was dead or alive. Chen You narrowed his eyes, brushed the snow off his hands, and hummed the melody of the Leekspin Song(Ievan polkka) as he walked towards the garden, continuing to make snowballs.

“Ala cha cha lali lali ling, la ba li gang ding gang ding gang duo…” ~

Leaning against the wall, Cheng Mingtian was gasping for breath. The expression on his face was one of despair or horror. It was that young man, and nothing had happened to him.

This time, I can’t even comfort or deceive myself.

Cheng Mingtian reached out and slapped himself once, then again. He bit the back of his hand and let out a suppressed, tiny whimper. He was wrong, he was wrong. He regretted it so much.

He didn’t realize that jealousy was ruining everything.

With no other options, what would he do next? If he apologized to that young man, would Chang Qin let him go?

Cheng Mingtian’s face gradually became distorted again. Damn it, he had been screwed and almost died. The experience of those few days was responsibility for his behavior. He admitted it, so the matter is over. What else did he want?

Why didn’t they even spare his family?

“Chang Qin, you will be punished for your bad behavior!”

Cheng Mingtian stayed there for a long time, his legs numb and his vision blacking out. He took a step forward when a sharp pain suddenly hit his left shoulder. He screamed and squatted on the ground, clutching his arm. The clothes on that shoulder were torn and bloody, and a piece of flesh had been shaved off.

There was a sharp object at his feet, like a fragment of something, but also something else. He didn’t know where it had fallen from. Cheng Mingtian broke out in a cold sweat, shaking with fear. If he had taken even a step closer, the fragment would have pierced his head.

Is he just too lucky, or is God deliberately not giving him a happy ending?

“God, I only made one mistake. I know it was wrong and I regret it. Why won’t you let me go?”

The pain intensified, and the muscles on Cheng Mingtian’s face twitched. His down jacket was torn, and the goose feathers inside were exposed and scattered on the ground, many of which were stuck to a piece of bloody flesh.

Holding back his nausea, Cheng Mingtian covered his shoulder with one hand and stumbled away.

On the gas stove, old hen soup was simmering. Chang Qin planned to give his little liar some nourishment. This thing was easy to make. Just rinse it with water, throw it into the pot, cut two slices of ginger, and add a little salt when it is stewed. Don’t worry about anything else.

The phone in his pocket rang. Chang Qin glanced at the caller ID and held the phone in one hand, “Hello.”

Wu Wuwu’s voice came from the other end, “Please follow the rules.”

Chang Qin poked the chicken with the chopsticks to see if it was done, “If you have something to say, just say it.”

“I know you disregard the rules, but you can’t be too disrespectful.” Wu Wuwu said, “Don’t forget, this is Supernatural Zone 120, and the person in charge is Lu Xiliu. He’s a hard-nosed, ruthless, and very principled person. Reasoning with him, even appealing to personal relationships, won’t work. Don’t mess with him.”

“You’ve already stripped the natal chart from those six people. Your anger should have subsided. I’m reminding you one last time. The existence of District 120 is because everyone has their own destiny and their own natal chart. Cheng Mingtian is one of the hundred tangent points in this district, and can not be touched.”

“He achieved success in his youth, enjoyed happiness in his middle age, and suffered misery in his later years. This fate is already determined. If you destroy it, it will alarm Lu Xiliu.”

Chang Qin scoffed, “Did I touch him?”

Wu Wuwu said, “Do you think I’m dead?”

Chang Qin put down his chopsticks and turned off the heat, “He will be alive.”

“I know you blamed him for touching your little cutie, so you changed his natal chart. He was saddled with enormous debts in his youth, leading to a life of lowliness and misery. He regretted his actions until he became chronically ill and no one cared about him. So stop interfering again.”

Wu Wuwu said, “If you still want your little cutie to go home after this world ends, stop going against the rules.”

Chang Qin’s face was gloomy, “Who was the first to break the rules, attempting to use Chen You’s death to force my own destruction?”

Wu Wuwu said, “That’s not the case.”

Chang Qin repeated those words verbatim, “Do you think I’m dead?”

Wu Wuwu, “…”

There’s no way to chat, no matter how hard he tries.

After a while, Wu Wuwu said, “I suggest you contact Si Sisi. If you can convince him to let your little cutie go home early, everyone will be happy.”

Chang Qin said coldly, “I’m not familiar with him.”

Wu Wuwu blurted out, “Not really. After all, you both have feelings for the same person…”

He realized he’d let something slip and immediately changed the subject, “Here! My family called me. Talk to you later.”

Chang Qin’s brows furrowed, and the next moment he threw his phone away.

Hearing the noise, Chen You rushed in, “What’s going on? Why did you throw your phone?”

Chang Qin pinched his brows and said, “I didn’t throw, I dropped it accidentally.”

Chen You was speechless. Okay, if you expect me to be mentally retarded right now, then I’ll be mentally retarded for five minutes. He picked up the phone case and battery one by one, went to the living room, put them back together, turned them on, and it was still working.

He rested his chin on his hand, staring through the glass door at his man, whose back was to him in the kitchen. He mentally called the system, “Old 4, my man doesn’t seem to be in a good mood. What do you think I can do to cheer him up?”

System said, “I’m not in a good mood either.”

Chen You followed with hehe, “Tease me.”

System said, “Why, only your man is allowed to be in a bad mood?”

It was a mechanical sound, completely flat, yet it gave off a sense of both grievance and anger. Chen You clicked his tongue, tsk-tsk, were they all playing melancholy together? Should he get one too, like Fight the Landlord?

After sighing, Chen You asked his family’s old 4 what was going on, whether his bonus had been deducted.

System did not respond.

Chen You was completely at a loss. It was difficult to comfort a friend who couldn’t be seen or touched, only heard. He thought for a moment and said, “Why don’t we play a singing game? I’ll sing a line, and you sing a line.”

System said, “Childish.”

Chen You didn’t want to talk to the system anymore, so he went to accompany his man. He just went to give a kiss when he heard a voice in his head, “What about playing a singing game?”

Are you messing with me? Chen You took the chopsticks from the man and rummaged through the chicken stock, poking a large piece of meat from a chicken leg. He leaned over to blow on it and played a singing game with the system, starting with his favorite song, 《Nunchucks》.

Who knew the first line was wrong? He was singing fast, and the system responded hahahaha. What the hell? They’re in multiple worlds together, and he even got his signature song wrong. Unimpressive.

System said, “Retarded.”

Chen You responded, “Hmm!”

Ssystem replied, “Nothing, just calling you. Remember to pray, and the Lord will bless you.”

Chen You twitched his mouth, “Need to tell you, I pray every day, even for you. The Lord will bless you, too.”

System was silent for a moment and then said, “Dunce.”

That’s enough! Don’t you know there are some things you shouldn’t say? Chen You was eating some chicken when he suddenly felt someone’s gaze locked on him. For some reason, he felt a chill run down his spine, and the chicken in his mouth no longer tasted delicious.

Chang Qin looked down at Chen You with half-closed eyes, his expression devoid of any emotion.

Chen You’s restrictions hadn’t been lifted. He couldn’t discuss the system or the tasks. He was a little scared, his scalp was numb, and he asked weakly, “Why are you looking at me?”

Chang Qin closed his eyes, a hint of emotion in them, his voice as gentle as usual, “Wash your hands and eat.”

Chen You uttered an oh, glancing at the man from the corner of his eye. He had a feeling that the other person was angry, but restraining himself from getting angry. He hopes it is an illusion.

The clearest thing in his messy memory was the scene of this man getting angry. He couldn’t think, felt nauseous, wanted to vomit, felt weak all over, was terrified, and doubted his life.

The atmosphere was weird during the meal, and it was still weird after the meal.

Chang Qin stayed in the study. Chen You knocked on the door, but there was no response. So he curled up on the sofa, watched a movie, ate snacks, and laughed along with the funny characters in the movie. That’s how he spent the entire afternoon.

“Old 4, help me analyze this. My man and I had sex in the bathroom this morning, but he became quiet at noon. Why do you think that is?”

System said, “I don’t know.”

Chen You said, “And analysis?”

System said, “I’m not familiar with your man.”

Chen You was shocked when he heard a sneer. What is this? One after another, it’s like both of them’s big aunt is here, and have to endure unspeakable pain. It’s so abnormal.

Poor Chen You, he has no job in this world and doesn’t even have a friend to offer advice. Ai.

Unlike the last world, there was still Dr. Zhou to chat with.

At five o’clock, Chen You went to the kitchen to make noodles with scallion oil. He and Chang Qin, a bowl for each, topped with two poached eggs, a few slices of ham, some diced tomatoes, and a sprinkle of chopped green onions. When he was done, he went to the study and called out, “Chang Qin, come out and eat noodles.”

There was no movement in the study.

Chen You grasped the doorknob and turned it gently. The door opened. He was stunned. It wasn’t locked. If he had known, he would have come in to play in the afternoon. God knows how bored he must have been in the living room alone.

As soon as he entered, Chen You was hit by the strong smell of cigarette smoke. The lights in the study were off and the curtains were drawn. Fortunately, there was light behind him, leaking in from above, below, and to the left and right of him, so he didn’t lose his way.

The man sat deep in his chair, his long, straight legs resting on the desk. This was the first time Chen You had seen such an uninhibited side of him. He had mostly seen meticulousness and strict discipline.

Seeing the man’s eyelids closed, as if he were asleep, Chen You walked over and was about to pinch his nose, but the other person immediately opened his eyes.

Those eyes were dark and devoid of any warmth, filled only with coldness and murderous intent, chilling to the bone. Chen You’s limbs were stiff, his face pale.

His pupils flickered as Chang Qin rubbed his forehead, looking at the young man with gentle eyes, “How did you get in?”

Chen You hadn’t recovered from the extreme fear yet. He couldn’t utter a sound, and his hands, hanging by his sides, were still trembling slightly.

It was embarrassing to say it out loud, but he was truly afraid of his man. There seemed to be an invisible chasm between them, dividing them into two areas, the upper and the lower. It is impossible to know everything and lay it all out for each other to see.

Ultimately, it’s because he can’t see through it.

Chang Qin frowned, pulled the person closer, and took his hand, “Why are you shaking?”

Chen You told the truth, “I’m afraid of you.”

Chang Qin raised his eyelids and looked into the young man’s eyes. The black and white were clear and transparent, without any adulteration, “It’s understandable that others are afraid of me, but why are you afraid of me? Am I not treating you well?”

With the last sentence, his voice dropped, and his aura was no longer gentle, but rather sharp, even a bit bloodthirsty.

“Not bad,” Chen You said quickly, “I just feel like you’re hiding a lot from me.”

Chang Qin chuckled, “You haven’t?”

Chen You was speechless.

He does have it, but that’s a restriction, not that he’s unwilling to talk about it.

Chang Qin lowered his head, pressed his lips against the young man’s palm, and kissed him on the line of life, “I’m the same as you.”

Chen You was stunned. What did that mean? He couldn’t say it, right? He just sighed, “Damn it! Go eat your noodles! They’re going to be soggy!”

As he spoke, he pulled the man up and dragged him out the door.

After asking what kind of noodles he made, Chang Qin started walking faster than Chen You, “You made scallion oil noodles. Why didn’t you call me?”

Chen You wanted to spank the man. MF! I haven’t even asked you yet. Why didn’t you play with me this afternoon? Why are you smoking alone in the study and looking so gloomy? It’s scary, okay?!

The two of them ate a bowl of noodles, then took a walk in the garden, looking at the snowy scenery. After a few strolls, they kissed each other, and everything was fine again.

A few days later, before the snow had completely melted, another layer of snow appeared.

Cheng Mingtian was in the hospital with a shoulder injury, unable to move. His parents came over every day. They had only one son, and they doted on him from birth. They didn’t even have a second child, fearing he would be neglected or become alienated from them.

Everything has its limits. Cheng Mingtian’s parents spoiled him too much, giving him everything he wanted. They thought that he was just young and frivolous and that he would naturally be sensible when he grew up as long as he didn’t do anything outrageous.

Unexpectedly, the family encountered a sudden change, and before their son could mature, the smooth road they had paved for him was broken.

Cheng Mingtian’s father was peeling tangerines and mentioned something to his son when his wife went out to heat up some food, “Your Mingxing Jie transferred one million yuan to me. This favor is on your head. When you become successful, you must repay her.”

Cheng Mingtian, who was scrolling through his phone with one hand, suddenly looked up, “When did this happen?”

His father said it happened a few days ago, and sighed, “Your Mingxing Jie didn’t let me tell your DaBo and DaMa. I understand what she meant. Just keep this to yourself, and don’t spread it around. Ba is telling you this so you’ll remember your Mingxing Jie’s kindness.”

Cheng Mingtian lowered his eyelids and continued to scroll through his phone. Suddenly, he asked why Jie didn’t come to see him.

“She works at a restaurant and is probably quite busy. She might not have time. I will ask for you.” His father handed the peeled tangerines to him, “I’m going to go check on your ma. She’s gone out heating up some food.”

After the door closed, Cheng Mingtian went to look through his call logs, dialed a number, and then abruptly hung up. He then sent a text message: Jie, come to the hospital this afternoon. I have something to tell you.

After that conversation, which left both of them feeling unhappy, he stopped calling Cheng Mingxing, Jie. This was the first time since their falling out.

In the afternoon, Cheng Mingxing came over.

There was no one else in the ward. The siblings sat there, one lying down and the other standing, facing each other in silence.

Cheng Mingxing didn’t sit down, her bag slung over her shoulder, clearly intending to leave quickly and not stay any longer. Seeing the boy picking at his fingers without saying anything, she spoke first, “I heard from ErShu about your injury. Be careful.”

Cheng Mingtian said, “Jie, the restaurant is so busy, and I still make you come all the way here?”

“It’s okay.” Cheng Mingxing said calmly, “Actually, I no longer work at the restaurant.”

Cheng Mingtian’s body trembled as he understood the reason. He opened his mouth and took a long time to say, “I’m sorry.”

Cheng Mingxing looked inquiringly.

Cheng Mingtian pursed his lips and said, “It’s Chang Qin.”

When Cheng Mingxing heard the name, her nerve endings trembled, and her grip on the bag strap unconsciously loosened. The bag slipped off her shoulder and fell into her hand, “What do you mean?”

She wasn’t sure what was going on, but Cheng Mingxing had an inexplicable feeling that she didn’t want to know what the boy was going to say next, but she couldn’t move a step.

Anything related to that man, no matter how small, would be magnified several times over when it came to her, and she couldn’t help but pay attention to it.

Feeling a bit cold, Cheng Mingtian slid down into the quilt. He heard his own voice recounting the entire story, remaining calm from beginning to end.

Cheng Mingxing stared in disbelief at the boy lying on the hospital bed. He was thin and frail, with handsome features. Who could have imagined that beneath such a handsome exterior resided a soul filled with malice?

“You……”

She didn’t continue her words. To the boy, it was meaningless. She smiled and shook her head. No wonder Chang Qin had said it was because her last name was Cheng.

How much must he hate the surname Cheng to fire everyone with the same surname, including her?

Perhaps it’s because one is dying, one becomes more open-minded and indifferent to everything, lacking the time to dwell on it or delve into it. Cheng Mingxing recovered from her shock and looked at the boy, “You can’t use your youth and ignorance as an excuse. Mingtian, you will end up hurting yourself and others because of your evil intentions and extreme thoughts.”

“I was wrong. It’s all my fault.”

Cheng Mingtian told everything. Someone shared some of his burdens, and surprisingly, he felt less depressed, “Jie, you’ve worked under Chang Qin for so many years. Please speak up for me. Tell him I know I’m wrong, that I’m a beast, and that I deserve to die. Ask him. If he’s willing to forgive me and let this matter go, I’ll do anything.”

He had made up his mind. Whether it was kowtow or a beating, he would agree. He was afraid of death, of having nothing, of living in poverty where he couldn’t hold his head up.

Cheng Mingxing’s eyes were filled with pity and amusement. ErShu, ErShen, this is your child, lovingly raised, “Do you realize where you went wrong?”

Cheng Mingtian’s eyes flashed, and he said he knew.

His mistake was not checking the villa’s surveillance cameras. If he had noticed in time, he certainly wouldn’t have been so foolish as to go in. He could have waited for the young man to come out and then found an opportunity to deal with him.

Cheng Mingxing had previously thought she understood this boy well, that he was just too playful, lived too affluently, and too ungrateful. But then, after he’d proposed a bet with her, and after what he’d just said, she realized she didn’t understand him at all.

But now, she saw a hint of resentment in the boy’s eyes and realized that she understood him.

No matter what happens, he always blames others first and never looks for the problem in himself.

Cheng Mingxing was nearing death. What she could say and do was feeble. Ultimately, she still wanted to give the boy a knock, “Mingtian, ask yourself, from childhood to adulthood, was there anything you ate or wore that wasn’t good? You’ve always had smooth sailing, without any setbacks or blows. Compared to other kids your age, you’re better off than them all.”

“In junior high, you played around at school. Your ba paid someone to find connections and got you into the best high school. You often skipped classes and hung out with students from other schools. Three months before the college entrance exam, you started reviewing, making a final sprint and focusing on the key points.”

She spoke slowly, “You’re very smart. Once you have a goal, you’ll strive for it and work hard to achieve it. With your persistence, you could have had a bright future, but you ruined yourself. There’s no regret medicine in the world. You don’t know where you went wrong, and even now, you’re still blaming others.”

“How sad would your parents be if they knew that the whole family was ruined because of your jealousy?”

Cheng Mingtian’s expression grew increasingly grim, “After saying so much, why don’t you think that what Chang Qin did was illegal?

“I just went to the forum and found a few people, plotting to r*pe that person. But he just killed them. Of these two actions, which one is more serious? You know it, don’t you? Don’t push me too far. The worst that can happen is that both sides will be destroyed!”

Seeing the boy’s face filled with resentment and ridicule, Cheng Mingxing sighed in disappointment, “Do you feel guilty towards your parents? You don’t, right?”

Cheng Mingtian’s face turned pale, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn’t utter a word.

“I won’t take back the one million, and I won’t tell your parents about what happened today. You should tell them that yourself.”

Cheng Mingxing slung her bag over her shoulder and said before leaving, “Mingtian, whether you’ll live on your feet or crawl is up to you. No one can help you. Never count on luck to come your way, because your luck has been taken away by God and will never come back.”

Cheng Mingtian clenched his hands tightly on the quilt. No, he still had Zhang Zhi. Even if everyone in the world ignored him, Zhang Zhi would not abandon him.

With this in mind, Cheng Mingtian hurriedly made a phone call with trembling hands, but the number was temporarily unavailable.

He called over ten or twenty times, and got the same prompt every time. He was so angry that he threw his phone on the bedside table. Zhang Zhi wouldn’t give up on him.

When Cheng Mingxing reached the apartment door and opened it with her key, she fainted.

She woke up in the hospital, not on the cold ground. Cheng Mingxing was dazed. She had expected things to be like at home, with no one to even help her up. She was wondering if a neighbor had seen her and taken her to the hospital when she saw the door open and someone come in. It wasn’t a neighbor, it was someone she didn’t want to see.

Wen Wen closed the door behind him and said, “You’re sick. Go get checked later.”

Cheng Mingxing said there was no need, “It’s just low blood sugar.”

Wen Wen, one hand in his trouser pocket, said in front of the bed, “I didn’t leave that morning. I just went to buy you breakfast.”

Cheng Mingxing’s eyelashes twitched. She knew because she saw the man’s watch, tie, and cell phone by the bed. He didn’t look like he had discovered that he had had sex with her and left in panic.

“I’ve been thinking a lot these past few days.”

Wen Wen took his hand out of his pocket, supported himself on the edge of the bed, leaned forward slightly, and said, “I like you.”

Cheng Mingxing’s breath hitched.

“I went to your apartment to find you just to tell you this. Then, seeing you fainted on the floor, I took the liberty of carrying you to the hospital.” Wen Wen pursed his lips, “Mingxing, can I call you this?”

Cheng Mingxing seemed to be in a daze.

Wen Wen couldn’t help but reach out and gently brush aside the woman’s curly hair that fell on her shoulder, “Neither you nor I are ten years old. We both know what we want and won’t be easily moved by things. However, once we are moved, we won’t forget it easily.”

“Mingxing, I was moved by you the first time I saw you. Can you give me a chance to love you?”

Cheng Mingxing remained silent.

Wen Wen’s brows knitted together as he stared at the woman’s overly pale face, feeling distressed and worried, “With me here, your burden will be much lighter. I will work hard to give you the best life, even if it’s just a trial, okay?”

The man repeatedly gave in, even making humble pleas.

A tear fell from the corner of Cheng Mingxing’s eye, and she wiped it away with her hand before the man could catch her. She said, “Wen Wen, we are about the same age and have similar work backgrounds. Maybe we would be a good match. It’s just…”

She smiled softly, “By the time we met, it was too late.” 

Wen Wen said, “It’s not too late.”

Cheng Mingxing shook her head. It was too late. If the medical report was wrong, and she was healthy and had a long way to go in life, she might try to slowly forget Chang Qin and start over with Wen Wen, or someone else.

But it was too late.

God felt that she had been dragging her feet all these years, liking someone but not even confessing her feelings, and was disappointed in her. He would not give someone like her any more time to waste.

It’s a shame we met too late, these words popped up in Cheng Mingxing’s mind. She paused for a moment, then met the man’s nervous and expectant gaze, “Wen Wen, you’re successful in your career, well-spoken, attractive, and come from a good family. I believe you’ll meet someone you’re compatible with, develop a unique love for each other, and have a harmonious and happy family.”

“I bless you.”

That was the last time Wen Wen saw Cheng Mingxing. He went to his teacher’s home to inquire about the situation, but all he knew was that Cheng Mingxing had left City M and was traveling far away alone. As for where she had gone or what her new contact information was, not even her parents knew.

After the New Year, a piece of news appeared on Weibo, causing quite a stir in the Cheng family.

The protagonist of the news was a beautiful woman under 30 years old, who was carried unconscious on a stretcher.

Cheng Mingxing fell ill on her way to see the sea and passed away soon after. She chose to be alone, quietly enjoying her final moments. Without the sound of her loved ones crying, without worries, without pressure, without complaints, she felt completely at peace.

Mother Cheng and Father Cheng cried breathlessly. Their only daughter was gone.

Cheng family’s relatives came to comfort them, but Mother Cheng sat on a chair, slapping her thigh and sobbing. She said her daughter was just stubborn and didn’t listen to her. If she had found a boyfriend, married and had children, and not worked so hard, how could she have gotten sick and passed away so young?

Relatives can’t offer much help beyond a few words of condolence. Everyone understands that the dead can not be brought back to life, but when it happens to themselves, it’s harder to accept, and it takes some time to process.

No matter what, life must go on.

Wanting to keep a low profile, Cheng Mingtian won’t go to dating forums or Weibo.

He never got through to Zhang Zhi on the phone. He went to his company to ask, and they said Zhang Zhi had resigned. Okay, he ran away, right? What he said back then was bullshit.

Cheng Mingtian lived in constant fear, even sleeping with a knife under his pillow. He felt insecure, constantly worried that Chang Qin would send someone to kill him.

Not only that, he was also worried that word of his work at the club would spread back home, and that he might catch the disease if he ran into a customer and didn’t take safety precautions.

Or maybe he’s afraid of the police. If he’s identified as the instigator and imprisoned, and his family can’t afford to bail him out, he’ll reveal his worst side in prison.

All these things were on Cheng Mingtian’s mind, making him paranoid.

He’d researched online and secretly visited a doctor. He knew he had a mental illness, but he couldn’t change it. Medication hadn’t helped, and his condition was only getting worse.

Death brings liberation.

Cheng Mingtian thought so every night when he woke up from a nightmare, but he couldn’t do it. He didn’t want to die.

He wanted to live, even if it meant living a life worse than death.

Cheng Mingtian was on the street when he received the call from home. His first reaction was that it was a joke. Cheng Mingxing was dead. How could that be possible? When she lectured him in the hospital last year, she was full of energy.

“Ma, what nonsense are you talking about?”

“I’m not talking nonsense. Your Mingxing Jie is really gone. Please come back. Your DaBo and DaMa are very sad.”

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Mingtian took a taxi home. Only then did he realize that Cheng Mingxing, who had told him not to count on any good luck and looked at him with disappointment, was truly dead.

It happened suddenly, without any warning.

No, it wasn’t that there were no signs. Cheng Mingxing kept it a secret. She didn’t want to see all those Cheng family relatives when she was dying. She’d had enough of the gossip.

Cheng Mingtian leaned against the door, his ears buzzing. He couldn’t tell who was crying or talking. His legs gave way, and he slumped to the ground in a daze.

A living person, gone without a sound.

It’s as easy as breaking a cup, tearing a piece of paper, or kicking over a trash can.

On the balcony, a big black bird fluttered its wings and flew around. It had been there for quite a while, and no one noticed its presence.

Chen You continued to fly, waiting for Cheng Mingtian to come out, then flew up and squatted above his head.

Cheng Mingtian lit a cigarette and walked forward aimlessly, completely unaware of the black bird hovering over his head.

After defecating on Cheng Mingtian’s head, Chen You discovered that Cheng Mingtian couldn’t see him, not even a feather or a puff of shit, which showed that he had a long life ahead of him.

This is reality.

Good people don’t necessarily live to be a hundred years old, and bad people don’t necessarily have a tragic end. The death of a good person isn’t necessarily a disaster, and the survival of a bad person isn’t necessarily happiness.

Everyone has their own destiny, no one can predict it, God has already made plans.

Chen You flew back to the villa, filled with emotion. He swallowed Chang Qin’s saliva and transformed into a human. He then mentioned Cheng Mingxing’s death.

Chang Qin didn’t even raise his eyebrows, not caring about the lives of others.

Chen You sighed. How could he possibly have fallen in love with someone so cold-blooded and heartless? He scratched his face. Speaking of his face, in one world, he was an ugly bastard so ugly it shocked the heavens and earth and made the ghosts weep.

In other worlds, most of the time, he was just pretty, far from being peerless or stunning.

His body changes over and over again, but his soul remains the same. So, is it because his soul is too charming?

Chen You leaned on the man’s shoulder, “Why do you like me?”

Chang Qin was writing calligraphy, “I want to know, too.”

Chen You gently tugged at the man’s ear, breakup for ten minutes, goodbye.

He went to play in the garden and saw that the birds were all nestled in the trees, motionless. They looked extremely lazy. Spring had just arrived, but they were already sleepy.

Clearing his throat, Chen You sang, “Wake up! I no longer want to be a slave. This is the most dangerous time——” ~

The birds were startled and flew out of the tree in all directions. What the hell is this damn thing?

After singing a song, Chen You also showed off his breakdance in the garden.

The birds flew back again, watching intently, and the man’s position in their hearts wavered slightly at this moment.

Chen You stretched his muscles during the day, and then played with Chang Qin for over two hours that night before falling asleep. He had a dream about a very handsome figure. He happily pounced on him, hugged him from behind, and called him husband.

The figure turned around, and it wasn’t his man, but a handsome stranger with phoenix eyes and a mole on his face.

Chen You woke up in shock.

The day before yesterday, a bird flew into his arms. He played with it and even fed it. At that time, Chang Qin was smiling, which was very scary, as if he wanted to kill the bird.

If Chang Qin knew that he dreamed of another man and hugged him, would he rip off both of his arms?

It’s okay, it’s just a dream. No matter how overbearing Chang Qin is, he won’t know his dream. Chen You felt relieved and was wiping his sweat when a voice suddenly rang in his ear, “Did you have a beautiful dream?”

Chen You immediately said, “Nightmare!”

After a click, the bedroom light turned on. Chang Qin leaned against the headboard, his eyes clear, without a trace of sleepiness.

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