Chapter 90: Unable To Speak Even If He Wanted To. It Wasn’t That Le Can Didn’t Want To Curse, but…
With a click, the sealed bottle was opened.
Through the translucent bottle, one could see exactly what was inside at a glance. It was a liquid like water, but it flowed more slowly and was thicker than water.
Seeing it for the first time, Le Can was quite curious about the unfamiliar item.
“Hold it a bit higher.”
He ordered the man holding the bottle.
Feeling the neither-heavy-nor-light grasp on his vital spot, Xi Yun’s eyelashes beneath the white silk flickered. He then slowly raised his hand.
[Is there some kind of smell?]
Le Can suspiciously twitched his nose. Like a feline with a sensitive sense of smell, he leaned his head over to tentatively sniff it.
[Hmm… there really is a smell.]
As the bottle swayed, the faint fragrance became clear. Le Can opened his mouth and then closed it, somewhat speechless.
[Fine if there’s a smell, but why is it a familiar one?]
The sweet fragrance lingered at his nose, instantly matching with the sweet, sour, and fragrant strawberry. How could Le Can ever look at his favorite fruit the same way after this?!
“What? You don’t like the scent?”
A raspy, magnetic voice rang out from above. Le Can, realizing something was wrong like a bolt of lightning, raised his head. “You knew what it smelled like all along?”
His lowered peach blossom eyes were sharp, his scrutinizing gaze moving slowly from top to bottom, carefully examining every inch of Xi Yun’s face.
The brow and eyes, where a flaw would be most obvious, had been bound by himself. Though he could see the superior contour of the brow and eyes beneath the thin white silk, he couldn’t gain any other clues.
Thus, Le Can could only slowly apply pressure with his hand while leaning down and pressing the tip of his nose against the man’s. “Did Grandpa Nelson tell you?”
Xi Yun rubbed his nose against the person who was asking a question but spoke with a certain tone, and honestly replied in a raspy voice, “It was him.”
The butler was steady, but there was one downside: as soon as there was any movement on Le Can’s side, it would quickly be transmitted to Xi Yun’s hand.
So, Xi Yun already knew about Le Can’s little move of asking Ben Nelson for the items before he even entered the room.
His mid-point pause, besides watching the fireworks, was also to give Le Can a chance to hesitate.
But Xi Yun also had his own selfish motives because he had mentioned “lacking essential items.” After giving the option to back out, his pointing out the reason was a redundant act—wasn’t that just another form of reminder?
Le Can realized everything, felt resentful, and left a trail of tooth marks on the face of the deeply scheming Xi Yun.
As it turned out, this man knew full well that someone would send the items over, yet he feigned ignorance. He had been playing along with the act from beginning to end?!
“Tell me, what other details haven’t you confessed?”
Xi Yun was silent for two seconds, his dry throat bobbing. “I thought you’d like strawberry…”
[Damn!]
Hearing this, Le Can’s face instantly turned red. He did like strawberries, but not this kind of strawberry scent!
Le Can let go and suddenly snatched the sinful bottle from Xi Yun’s hand, saying harshly, “Hold out your hands!”
What else could be done at this point? There seemed to be no possibility of calling it off or changing the props.
Having kissed and pressed together until now, it wasn’t just Xi Yun who was… “standing tall.” Le Can was so hot he didn’t even know which corner he had kicked the blanket into.
Hearing this, Xi Yun lightly pursed his lips and brought his hands together, palms facing up.
Le Can took one look, then suddenly averted his gaze as if his eyes had been burned. Holding the bottle in his hand, he aimed it at Xi Yun’s palms without looking and poured.
He didn’t know how much he poured out, but at a certain point, Xi Yun said in a raspy voice, “That’s enough, Yaoyao…”
It wasn’t just enough; it was way too much.
Le Can grabbed Xi Yun’s hair tightly, gritting his teeth as he cursed in his heart. He wasn’t cursing anything else, specifically certain people who were “over-nourished”!
[Why grow so…?!]
His slender neck suddenly arched back. In his blurred vision, Le Can could only see the moon outside the window swaying.
Up and down, left and right—it was swaying completely irregularly as if it were performing parkour. It was messy and dizzying, making Le Can’s head spin.
He was being forced by Xi Yun into oxygen deprivation, able only to speed up his breathing, taking in small amounts of thin oxygen rapidly and repeatedly.
The cool night air seemed to be infected and boiling, so hot it felt like a free steam treatment.
Dense beads of sweat broke out on Le Can’s forehead, and at a certain point, they became too heavy and rolled down with gravity.
Le Can had just found the swaying moon dizzying; he hadn’t expected his eyelashes to soon be wet with sweat and stuck together. Soon, the image in his eyes became hazy and unclear, like fog.
The “parkour” moon in his eyes developed fuzzy edges.
The lunar halo expanded larger and larger until it blurred into a ball of light. It looked a bit like a streetlamp seen with high astigmatism—like a glowing dandelion, all fluffy.
But by that time, Le Can didn’t have a clear enough consciousness to praise the cuteness of the dandelion moon. His head had been shaken into a pulp.
Black and white flashes appeared before his eyes; he couldn’t see anything else.
His throat felt as if it were being held by an invisible hand. At first, he could still curse Xi Yun a few times for being inhuman, but later, he couldn’t even manage to curse a dog.
Complete sentences were broken into words, words were crushed into single characters, and then into tuneless syllables… his tone also went from strong to weak, becoming smaller and smaller.
It wasn’t that Le Can didn’t want to curse, but that he lacked the strength.
He also hadn’t expected that an exercise that didn’t require him to put in effort could consume so much energy and spirit.
Sweat and tears flowed uncontrollably, and the moisture and salt in his body were similarly taken away. In the end, his throat was dry, painful, and hoarse, as if he had been trekking through a parched desert for three days and three nights.
Le Can wanted to speak but couldn’t.
He could only grab hold of the Xi Yun beneath him, pulling his hair hard.
No matter how many times he cursed [Stop, you dog!] in his heart, this battle—which had been a bit off the rails from the beginning—continued until the moon faded and the horizon began to brighten slightly.
However, Le Can wasn’t fortunate enough to see the sunrise over the sea.
His consciousness had long since fallen into bottomless darkness; he had fallen asleep from exhaustion.
As it turned out, it was not a good thing for partners to have a large difference in stamina.
When Le Can woke up with a pair of eyes swollen from crying, he incredibly regretted why he had provoked Xi Yun.
The “disposable item” meant to act as a barrier had been too small, and then Le Can truly felt the meaning of “bringing trouble upon oneself.” Being the male lead, he was superior to ordinary people in every aspect.
Le Can thought: why was he so stubborn that he had to go and verify it personally?
An entire bottle of the substance had been used up in one night. Though much had been wasted, quite a lot had truly been put to use…
Le Can was dizzy for quite a while after waking up, not daring to look down at his sore abdomen and over-extended legs.
Even now, they would occasionally twitch uncontrollably.
Le Can closed his eyes, not daring at all to recall when exactly the dog man had finally stopped his tossing.
When he woke up, he was lying alone, clean and refreshed, in the room where he had stayed a few days ago. It was just… his entire body felt as if it had been crushed and then reassembled.
Currently, he was in a state akin to hemiplegia.
His dry, reddened eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. Like an eighty-year-old man, Le Can moved his disobedient limbs bit by bit.
After finally managing to sit up, he let out a sigh of relief. His gaze swept over the nightstand. Just as he wanted to find some water to drink, Le Can suddenly met a familiar tablet.
It was the one he usually used. However, the screen—which was usually pitch-black during voice calls—was currently lit up. The man, still bound by white silk over his eyes, was sitting in a chair, quietly listening to a report from a subordinate.
Because the sound was specifically muted, not a single sound came through. Unprepared, Le Can was startled by this sight.
When his body jolted, it pulled at some uncomfortable places. In the massive room, a sharp “hiss” of inhaling cold air suddenly rang out.
Le Can gritted his teeth. When the person on the screen turned his head upon hearing the movement, Le Can tightened his fist against the bedboard.
Why press it against the bedboard?
Purely to keep his body away from the mattress. Being suspended would reduce pressure. However, clenching his fist was purely because he wanted to punch that dog man in the face!
Le Can felt that the term “beast in human clothing” was very appropriate for the neatly dressed Xi Yun currently on the tablet.
Clearly, he had repeatedly refused before, and even for kisses, he would only take the initiative once or twice after Le Can’s persistent provocations. He had really thought he was a calm, self-restrained, and elegant male lead, but as it turned out, he was just a wolf that could never be fed enough.
Le Can had almost been eaten until not even his bones remained.
Given the incident with the items, he even suspected if Xi Yun had been playing “retreating to advance” with him all along.
Le Can stared suspiciously at the person who was letting him scrutinize him.
For the first time, he wished the one who could read minds was himself, not that damn Xi Yun. He slowly put on his slippers, stood up tremblingly, unmuted the tablet, and then snapped it onto the desk.
As for the culprit, out of sight, out of mind.
“Since your eyes are bound, don’t do anything extra.”
Le Can didn’t believe Xi Yun hadn’t used his X-ray vision to find the exact direction he was in upon realizing he had woken up.
A low chuckle, like flowing water, streamed through the speakers into his ears. “Okay, I’ll listen to Yaoyao.”
His voice, usually cold and sharp, was so soft it didn’t even sound like Xi Yun. Le Can, who was moving with a “duck-like” waddle, paused in his steps.
He raised his hand and rubbed his embarrassingly hot ears, though his words were not very friendly. “Now you know how to listen to me?”
Yesterday, no matter what he said, certain people did the opposite!
Le Can was nearly laughing from anger. “Too late!”
“Mhm, it’s my fault,” Xi Yun apologized with a sincere attitude.
The voice rang out again with a hint of loss and guilt. “Whether it was yesterday, or being pushed into the water earlier, you suffered all this because of me…”
Le Can, whose fingers had touched the water cup, was silent for two seconds before picking it up and gulping down the water. After drinking, he had the strength to speak.
“Have you found the reason they’re targeting me?”
After waiting for a long while without a response, Le Can lightly tapped his cup with his hand. During these days of “confinement,” Le Can had his own suspicions.
“If you won’t speak, then listen to my theory first.”
His throat no longer dry, he took his time drinking water as he spoke from the beginning. “Using Yin Wuyu to get close to Xie Jun, Jian Yu probably intended to do something after gaining her trust.”
“On one hand, Xie Jun is easy to strike. On the other hand, whether the matter succeeds or not, there would inevitably be a rift between you and Xie Jun.”
It wasn’t that Xi Yun would stop trusting Xie Jun, but that Xie Jun, with her pride, would be unable to accept that her negligence had caused harm to Xi Yun and Yuan Cheng.
That’s right, Yuan Cheng.
In the original novel, where Le Can had no role, the one whose hand was broken and eyes were blinded was Yuan Cheng.
Now, Le Can also understood why, in the original book, Xi Yun arranged for Yuan Cheng to gradually distance himself. He also understood why Xie Jun, who eventually became the head of the Xie family, avoided meeting Xi Yun.
One was left with only half a life and could no longer bear harm. The other lived with lifelong guilt, carrying the burden to punish herself…
But no one expected that Le Can would appear midway as an variable.
He had followed Yuan Cheng and Xie Jun to become the third person standing beside Xi Yun. He had even surpassed the former two, having the closest relationship with Xi Yun in the world in the eyes of the public.
Compared to a friend, the pain of losing a lover was obviously more deeply felt.
After finishing his analysis, Le Can let out a soft sigh. “So that’s why the people lurking around Yuan Cheng never acted.”
As it turned out, the target they prepared to strike later had quietly shifted from Yuan Cheng to him…
Le Can was for a moment between laughter and tears. He couldn’t even tell if this qualified as another form of “the darkest place being under the lamp.”
“Hello? Why is there no sound? Tell me if my analysis is correct or not!”
Having finished his complex thoughts, Le Can lazily asked his only listener.
A nearly sigh-like “Yaoyao” rang out.
Finally walking back to the bedside, Le Can reached out and flipped the tablet over, facing the person on the screen. “Just calling my name won’t do.”
“After suffering so much, not only do you have to compensate me greatly, but I also want to know the reason Jian Yu did this.”
Giving the other a look that said just you wait to be fleeced by me, Le Can’s eyes suddenly became even colder.
“Find the thing he cares about most.”
“Since he likes destroying what others care about so much, I can certainly return the favor in kind.”
And coincidentally, this was also what Le Can was best at.
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