Chapter 82: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (82)
Shen Tangqing’s heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly looked away. “I’m not, just not quite used to it…”
Li Qiulan chuckled lightly. His warm palm naturally circled Shen Tangqing’s waist, his thumb gently rubbing against the soft flesh there. “It’s been so long, and Brother still isn’t used to it? Brother is too shy…”
The intimate action made Shen Tangqing stiffen for a second. He didn’t reply, simply handing the glass to Li Qiulan again, feigning displeasure. “Are you drinking it or not? If not, forget it.”
“Drinking. How could I not drink milk poured by Brother’s own hands…”
After speaking, Li Qiulan leaned in slightly. Shen Tangqing frowned but patiently fed the milk in his hand to his lips.
At night, Shen Tangqing lay on his side pretending to sleep, but kept paying attention to Li Qiulan’s movements beside him.
He waited until the breathing next to him gradually became heavy. After waiting another half hour or so, he tentatively called out to Li Qiulan softly. The person beside him gave no response.
Confirming the person was “fast asleep,” he slowly moved the arm draped over his waist aside. He turned his head to look at Li Qiulan; he was sleeping very deeply.
Shen Tangqing crept out of bed and walked quickly to the wheelchair. Just as he fished the key out of the wheelchair pocket, Li Qiulan’s voice came from behind him.
“Taking my key… where does Brother want to go?”
His voice held not a shred of sleepiness; instead, it carried a chill tempered with ice.
Shen Tangqing froze all over, feeling as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, chilling him from head to toe.
He turned around and saw Li Qiulan sitting up on the bed, staring at him. That gaze was like a venomous snake hiding in the dark, wrapped tightly around him, ready to strike at any moment. Where was there any sign of “sleeping”?
Shen Tangqing unconsciously clenched the key in his hand. His Adam’s apple rolled for a moment before he spoke in a hoarse voice, “Didn’t you…”
Before he could finish, Li Qiulan interrupted him.
“The bodyguards’ rotation, the side door key, the pills in the study drawer…”
His tone carried mockery and imperceptible disappointment. “Who did Brother think intentionally let you find these coincidences?”
The blood drained from Shen Tangqing’s face instantly. His blood seemed to coagulate at this moment. He finally realized that from the very beginning, Li Qiulan had been setting a trap to see if he would really run.
Seeing Shen Tangqing silent, Li Qiulan reached out and turned on the overhead light. Warm white light instantly filled the room.
He stood up slowly from the bed and walked toward Shen Tangqing step by step. His shadow loomed over him. Shen Tangqing subconsciously retreated half a step, but in the next second, he lunged at Li Qiulan as if desperate.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t beat Li Qiulan. Whether in height or physical strength, Li Qiulan had the advantage. Moreover, Li Qiulan had training… He was simply no match for him.
Within minutes, he was pinned onto the bed by Li Qiulan. His back pressed against the cold sheets, but it couldn’t compare to the temperature from Li Qiulan’s palms. He struggled desperately to push Li Qiulan away, but his wrists were locked tight by the other party. The fingers clamped down hard, preventing him from moving an inch.
Li Qiulan was calm to a terrifying degree. He leaned down close to Shen Tangqing’s ear.
“Brother wants freedom, why didn’t you ask me if I was willing to let you go?”
His voice was suppressed extremely low, the tail end carrying a trembling hard to detect, as if he were trying his best to suppress something.
“I thought Brother would at least hesitate, would look back at me… But you? You only thought about how to escape… Brother has really disappointed me!”
Scalding breath landed on Shen Tangqing’s neck, making him shrink back involuntarily.
“Li Qiulan, let go of me, f*ck…”
“Not letting go.” Li Qiulan slowly raised his head.
Only then did Shen Tangqing see the dense red veins in his eyes, looking like he had stayed up for several nights, revealing an exhausted paranoia. Before he could recover, he heard Li Qiulan ask hoarsely:
“Brother, tell me, was this half-month of docility all fake? Those kisses, hugs, companionship… were they all paving the way for tonight’s escape?”
The more he spoke, the lower his voice became. “Did you… never think about being with me properly?”
Shen Tangqing’s fingertips curled. He looked away, refusing to look at Li Qiulan again, his voice as cold as ice.
“Yes. I never thought about it.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his lips hooked into a mocking sneer. “Li Qiulan, what makes you think I would be with someone who kidnapped and forced me?”
He looked up again, his gaze crashing straight into the bottom of Li Qiulan’s eyes, enunciating every word with finality.
“In this life, it is impossible for me to like you, and impossible for me to be with you…”
This sentence was like a poisoned dagger, stabbing fiercely into Li Qiulan’s heart. In an instant, blood dripped…
Li Qiulan stared at him, the last bit of warmth in his eyes turning thoroughly cold.
He didn’t get angry. He just slowly released the hand gripping Shen Tangqing’s wrist, stood up straight, and silently walked to the wheelchair to sit down.
With his back to Shen Tangqing, Shen Tangqing couldn’t see his expression. The room was so quiet they could hear each other breathing.
After a long while, Li Qiulan spoke, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
“Good. Very good…”
After speaking, he maneuvered the wheelchair toward the door. Just as his hand touched the doorknob, he paused. He looked back at Shen Tangqing. The anger in his eyes was gone, leaving only a barren wasteland.
“From today on, Brother will stay in this room forever. When you want to be with me properly, I will let you out.”
The door slammed shut with a bang.
The shock seemed to make the walls tremble for a moment, and Shen Tangqing’s heart tightened. He collapsed on the bed, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling.
After a long time, he spat out a word.
“F*ck!”
From that day on, Shen Tangqing didn’t see Li Qiulan again.
Three meals a day were delivered to the room by servants. However, Li Qiulan still had a bit of conscience, though not much. He had people bring over the game console Shen Tangqing loved to play and the movies he liked to watch.
Shen Tangqing relied entirely on games and TV to kill time. After passing several muddled days without knowing day or night, Shen Tangqing finally couldn’t take it anymore.
When the servant brought food in again, he couldn’t help asking, “Where did Li Qiulan go?”
Damn him, locking me in a room, what is this about?
“Mr. Shen, the Young Master left this morning and hasn’t returned yet. As for where exactly he went, I don’t know.”
Shen Tangqing frowned. These days, he had somewhat figured out Li Qiulan’s temperament. He wouldn’t leave here without a special reason. Did… something happen?
In the afternoon, seeing a familiar person, Shen Tangqing knew why Li Qiulan had left.
It wasn’t leaving, but rather—returning home.
…
When Mo Zeyan entered the room, Shen Tangqing was stunned for a moment. He even suspected his eyes were playing tricks on him; otherwise, how could he see Mo Zeyan here?
Mo Zeyan looked Shen Tangqing up and down. Confirming he wasn’t injured, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Shen Tangqing’s look as if he’d seen a ghost, he couldn’t help hooking the corner of his lips.
He raised his hand to push the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his smile remaining gentle.
“Student Shen, long time no see.”
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