Chapter 4: I’m Begging You
“You raise him if you love him! I don’t have any money anyway.”
“Hey! Speak louder and the kid will hear you!”
“I want him to hear. He’s been mooching food and drink for a year!”
“Drag.”
“Little Cheng, our family is really having some difficulties lately. How about… you go stay at your aunt’s house for a while?”
“Little Cheng… how about you go stay at your eldest aunt’s house first? Look at my situation…”
“Jinx. Ever since he came, I haven’t won a single gamble. No wonder he cursed his parents to death…”
“Disobedient.”
Cheng Ge. Parents died early. Grew up eating from a hundred families. Tossed around by relatives like garbage.
Growing up in that environment, he wasn’t exactly a good person himself. His empathy wasn’t strong.
Cheng Ge had heard these words so many times as a child that they were rotten to him. Hearing them again wouldn’t cause any ripples in his heart.
From childhood to adulthood, he had experienced both malice and kindness. Adding it all up, Cheng Ge felt that the harm and the help canceled each other out.
Only that last sentenceâtwo short wordsâcould make his skin crawl and provoke his greatest hatred.
That was the most baseless humiliation he had ever suffered in his life.
Cheng Ge opened his eyes and looked down at the person lying on top of him. He could only glimpse the back of Wen Ling’s head, his eyelashes, and the bridge of his nose.
He didn’t think about sneaking away like yesterday because he couldn’t run. He didn’t push the person to the floor, nor did he make a move to stab this psycho to death.
Setting aside whether he could succeed, just speaking of Cheng Ge’s hatred for Wen Ling nowâstabbing him a hundred times wouldn’t relieve his anger.
Wen Ling wasn’t afraid of pain or death. Beating him or stabbing him to death wouldn’t vent any anger at all.
Perhaps because he had been overly angry last night, Cheng Ge could surprisingly remain calm right now.
He felt dizzy. He closed his eyes and asked silently in his heart:
[001? What is Wen Ling’s conquest value?]
[1.5%.]
Cheng Ge: [???]
[Why isn’t it 2%!? It went up by 1% last time.]
[Go ask Wen Ling.]
Cheng Ge: “…”
Dumbass.
But at least it proved that the conquest value really did rise. In that case, his revenge could be implemented.
Cheng Ge considered himself a person with acting skills so good they were natural. When he was tossed around as a child, he was very sad, very insecure, and even angry, but he could still pretend to be a lively, obedient child to make the relatives happy.
Growing up, Cheng Ge felt his temper getting worse. But because he didn’t want to be disliked by others and didn’t want to see those judging looks, he never lost his temper in front of outsiders. He had always been a gentle, helpful pushover.
No one knew what the real him was like.
Perhaps the him in front of Wen Ling these past two days was the real himâcowardly yet violent, petty, and vengeful.
But if he could pretend in front of others, he could pretend in front of a psycho too.
Lunatics aren’t crazy from the start.
Wen Ling probably didn’t realize it himself, but as long as one is alive in this world, there must be something the heart craves. The crazier one is, the more they want to possess it.
To possess it and then lose it, to tear it to shredsâthat would surely be more painful than never having it, more torturous than dying.
Because of his childhood environment, Cheng Ge was actually quite good at guessing minds and playing mind games.
The book mentioned that Wen Ling’s pathological personality was mostly due to various domestic abuse and torture in his childhood, school bullying, and a lack of care or correct guidance.
Wen Ling lacked love. He had no sense of security, and he was extremely deprived.
That was why Wen Ling would hug his waist and back every time, including burying himself in his arms right now, curling up his body, unable to hear the word “Leave.”
But Wen Ling didn’t realize these things himself. He didn’t understand. He only knew that satisfying himself was the priority. His world contained only himself. Regardless of whether others lived or died, he could naturally commit imprisonment and drug abuse, taking without principle.
He had to make Wen Ling wish he were dead too.
Cheng Ge reached out and rubbed Wen Ling’s hair twice. Then let’s turn Wen Ling into a normal person first. Let him obtain and then lose, and watch himself go crazy.
Cheng Ge recalled a movie he had watched before.
Lock a murderous, remorseless killer in a warm prison. Let the killer fall in love with a woman in the prison, let him marry and have children. Then create an illusion of the woman and child being tortured to death for the killer to watch. Crush his hope, force him to live, and finally tell the killer all the truth before shooting him.
Cheng Ge tightened his hold on the person in his arms. He didn’t intend to be malicious, but he couldn’t help pressing Wen Ling’s injured, bruised face closer to his chest.
He didn’t mind playing along with this fake-sleeping lunatic and staying in bed a while longer.
Cheng Ge was a very adaptable person. Once he figured out what he had to do, he only cared about that goal. Everything was just for the final objective.
So he lay in bed with a clear conscience, and in a moment, his breathing became steady and even.
Wen Ling waited for a long time, but what he got was Cheng Ge’s slowing heartbeat. He couldn’t help frowning.
Novel, but boring.
Why did he fall asleep? If the puppy doesn’t make a mistake, what excuse should be used to punish him?
Wen Ling thought irritably. He buried his face in Cheng Ge’s clothes and rubbed against them. Suddenly, he felt like there wasn’t much to be annoyed about.
He was a very patient person. It didn’t matter if he accompanied the puppy to sleep a little longer.
However, Wen Ling slept very lightly, and the duration was short. He woke up twice in between, but seeing Cheng Ge showed no sign of getting up, he was really bored.
Wen Ling propped himself up and looked at Cheng Ge’s quiet sleeping face. He reached out and touched it. Smooth. Cheng Ge’s face was really beautiful.
What if I peel it off and put it on my face? Could I also be a wolf in sheep’s clothing?
Wen Ling finally abandoned this idea. With his skills, he really couldn’t do it. Besides, he didn’t want anyone else touching his puppy.
After watching for a while, Wen Ling was still very bored. Unconsciously, he moved his hand to Cheng Ge’s neck and slowly tightened it, admiring Cheng Ge’s gradually knitting brows.
“Cough! Cough, cough cough!” Cheng Ge tugged at the cold hand on his neck. He opened his eyes to see Wen Ling’s face extremely close.
Cheng Ge thought Wen Ling was simply sick. He couldn’t suppress his temper: “What are you doing?”
“You slept too long.”
Crazy.
“So if I sleep too long, you’re going to strangle me!?”
“I was bored.”
Cheng Ge was speechless. Communication was impossible. Wen Ling’s tone was so frank; he didn’t feel he was wrong in the slightest.
“Then I’ll get up and play with you, is that fine?” Cheng Ge held back the urge to roll his eyes.
Wen Ling nodded: “Okay.”
Okay my ass!
Cheng Ge just bent his leg preparing to get out of bed when a tearing pain suddenly came from his thigh.
Looking down, the light grey thin pants were stained with blood again. He didn’t know how terrifying the wound was under the fabric.
Cheng Ge hissed, frowning. “Is there any iodine and gauze here?”
“I don’t know.”
“…”
Cheng Ge was about to die of anger: “Then can we buy some?”
Wen Ling tilted his head: “Are you ordering me?”
…Motherfucker.
“I am begging you.”
Wen Ling smiled: “There’s a reward for being obedient.”
Cheng Ge: “…”
“Can you also buy some antibiotic ointment? And a hot towel and medicinal wine for bruises.” Cheng Ge paused, then continued: “I beg you.”
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