Chapter 65: Don’t Move Around. Why So Wretched? / You’re Very Disappointed, Aren’t You?
Jiang Chenyan’s gaze abruptly fell upon Xiao Yi’s ankle; the unnatural curvature stung his nerves.
How could he have forgotten? To prevent Xiao Yi from escaping, Jiang Xuanshen had broken the man’s leg with his own hands.
The air was thick with the heavy scent of blood. The hem of Jiang Chenyan’s clothes had long been soaked through, and the bloodstains on the floor were mixed with the blood trickling from the corner of Jiang Xuanshen’s forehead.
Xiao Yi sat on the floor, his eyelids drooping. Fine droplets of moisture clung to his eyelashes, and his consciousness felt as though it were shrouded in mist.
Everything before his eyes felt like a dream. Should he cry?
“It’s fine. Only one leg is ruined; the other can still walk.”
That was how he comforted Jiang Chenyan.
Xiao Yi could not forget the sound of bones shattering the last time he was caught after trying to escape…
Since then, every time it rained, his broken leg felt as if it were being repeatedly pierced by countless fine needles, the pain so intense he would break into a cold sweat.
Tonight, a torrential rain poured outside the window. That familiar, agonizing pain was spreading from his ankle to his entire body; every movement was heart-wrenching.
Jiang Chenyan stepped forward and steadily supported Xiao Yi’s arm, deliberately avoiding his injured leg.
The two of them limped toward the door, every step exceptionally difficult. Jiang Chenyan took almost all of Xiao Yi’s weight onto himself.
As they passed Jiang Xuanshen, the latter suddenly lunged, reaching out to grab Jiang Chenyan’s ankle.
Jiang Chenyan did not look back, immediately kicking him away with great force.
“Chenyan, if you run this time, you’ll have to run every time you see me in the future.”
Jiang Xuanshen’s voice rang out behind them. There was no anger, only a sticky, murky coldness, like a venomous snake’s tongue flicking against the ear, or the whisper of a demon steeped in ice.
He couldn’t understand—why did all his people want to leave him? Xiao Yi was like this, and so was Jiang Chenyan.
Clearly, it was so good when they first started. Xiao Yi would run toward him with a smile and press warm milk into his hands, but later, over some trivial matter, he had become determined to break up.
So… he couldn’t think of any other way.
It was enough to just lock the person up—using chains, using broken legs, using every method possible to keep them…
…
Thunder boomed loudly. Jiang Chenyan turned back to give Jiang Xuanshen a cold look but offered no response. Supporting Xiao Yi, he walked step by step out of that suffocating place, letting Jiang Xuanshen’s voice be completely swallowed by the sound of the rain outside.
The muddy dirt road was slippery beneath their feet as they shuffled forward, leaving the basement. The pain in Xiao Yi’s broken leg intensified with every movement; each step felt like a blunt instrument grinding through the gaps in his bones.
The smell of earth outside the villa, mixed with the dampness of the rain, rushed at them. Intertwined with the smell of blood on their bodies, it made Jiang Chenyan feel a wave of nausea.
Sensing Xiao Yi’s staggering, Jiang Chenyan slowed his pace, carefully supporting his arm while vigilantly observing their surroundings.
The garden outside the villa was filled with tall shrubs. They seemed like good cover, yet there was nowhere to truly hide; many people patrolled the villa at night, and any slight movement would lead to discovery.
Jiang Chenyan felt a bit of regret. He had been too reckless today; he should have endured a bit longer. In this situation, it was very difficult to escape.
“I have a feeling they’ve already discovered something happened to Jiang Xuanshen. Let’s hide first.”
He lowered his voice and helped Xiao Yi crawl into the waist-deep grass, the rainwater on the leaves soaking their hems.
Just as they settled down, the sound of disorganized footsteps came from not far away, accompanied by flashlight beams sweeping through the grass. Jiang Chenyan covered Xiao Yi’s mouth and pulled him further behind himself; they couldn’t be found.
“Find them. Search thoroughly, especially the garden grass and corners.” Xites’s voice rang out, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if he were searching for an object rather than two people.
The Alpha butler stood in the torrential rain, his eyes dark like ink that wouldn’t dissolve.
He had expected the Young Master to deliver himself into the trap; he just hadn’t expected him to cause such a disaster.
When he had pushed open the basement door and seen Jiang Xuanshen with a face full of blood, slumped on the floor, even he, who was usually expressionless, had been stunned for a moment.
This disaster… was truly no small matter. It was reckless.
The rain showed no sign of letting up. Large raindrops drummed against the umbrella surface, creating a dense noise.
Xites held the umbrella, his gaze sweeping across the muddy ground of the garden. He suddenly stopped. In the mud at the edge of the grass, a trace of dark red blood had faintly spread out, snaking along with the rainwater before disappearing behind the shrubs.
The bloodstain was very faint and was being washed away quickly by the rain, yet he still captured it precisely.
It seemed the Young Master was also injured—and it was likely a serious injury.
Just as the soles of Xites’s boots stepped onto the edge of the grass, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted from the direction of the villa. The massive impact caused the ground to tremble slightly. Immediately following, a second and third explosion rang out in succession, the flames instantly staining half of the rain-curtain red.
He stood in place with dark eyes. The previously torrential rain seemed to be tamed by this explosion, gradually becoming smaller until only a fine drizzle remained, which was completely unable to stop the fire from spreading.
A scorching heatwave carrying thick smoke billowed toward them. Within the villa, screams and chaotic footsteps intertwined, turning the place into a complete mess.
The thick smoke drifted toward the shrubs with the wind. Jiang Chenyan smelled the pungent smoke and snapped back to his senses, immediately pulling Xiao Yi up. “Go, while we have the chance.”
Disregarding the pain in his body, Jiang Chenyan scrambled to his feet and sprinted toward the back gate of the garden.
As he ran, Jiang Chenyan instinctively looked back, happening to meet Xites’s gaze.
The other man was standing in the open space not far away. He clearly saw them, yet he did not order a pursuit. He didn’t even move a step, merely standing amidst the firelight and drizzle, his silhouette blurred.
Jiang Chenyan found it strange but had no time to think deeply. He could only tighten his grip on Xiao Yi’s hand and run forward with all his might.
Xites’s eyes were as deep as a sunless pool. His gaze firmly locked onto that receding back until it completely disappeared behind the iron gate at the end of the garden.
This explosion had come far too opportunely.
It didn’t happen early or late, but exactly when he was about to search the grass where Chenyan and Xiao Yi were. It happened to throw the villa into chaos, giving the two a chance to escape.
“Who… was so bold?” Xites murmured in a low voice. To be able to arrange such a scene right under Jiang Xuanshen’s nose.
Regardless of who it was, this explosion had done Jiang Chenyan a huge favor.
The heavy rain had not completely stopped when Jiang Chenyan, supporting Xiao Yi, stumbled into a bridge tunnel. The damp air wrapped in a musty smell rushed at them. In the dim light, they could only see each other’s blurred outlines.
This place was hidden enough; the chaotic noises from the villa’s direction couldn’t be heard. For the time being, they didn’t have to worry about being caught.
As soon as Jiang Chenyan released his hand from supporting Xiao Yi, his body lost all strength, and he leaned against the cold wall. His chest rose and fell violently, his heavy breathing becoming clear within the bridge tunnel.
The bloodstains on his body had mixed with rainwater and hardened. The effects of the mental stimulant were gradually fading, leaving behind waves of dizziness. His eyelids felt as heavy as lead; he didn’t even have the strength to lift his hand.
His wounds throbbed in the damp environment; every breath tugged at the dull pain in his chest.
Sitting beside him, Xiao Yi could clearly feel the trembling of Jiang Chenyan’s body.
He reached out to touch Jiang Chenyan’s arm. The other’s skin was ice-cold; he had obviously reached his limit.
Xiao Yi leaned against the wall and slowly stood up, the pain in his broken leg still throbbing. “I’ll go find someone.” If this continued, Jiang Chenyan wouldn’t last long.
“Wait.” Jiang Chenyan reached out and grabbed Xiao Yi’s wrist, his voice hoarse.
The warmth of his palm transmitted through the soaked clothing, and Xiao Yi stopped in his tracks.
He took a moment to recover, his fingertips gripping Xiao Yi’s hand without letting go. “I can contact someone. Don’t be in a rush to go out; it’s still not safe.”
As he spoke, he fished out his optical computer from the inner pocket of his soaked jacket. The screen lit up with a faint glow in the dim tunnel; he had kept this thing on him at all times.
“I’m contacting a friend now. He’ll come pick us up.”
Just as the location was sent to Shen Shiyue, the other side replied within a second. After a brief explanation, Shen Shiyue indicated he was rushing over immediately.
Seeing the message, Jiang Chenyan leaned against the wall and exhaled slightly. Without realizing it, Shen Shiyue had become the person he trusted most.
Turning to look at the silent Xiao Yi beside him, he spoke very slowly, “Actually, I’m fine. I’m just a bit tired from running all the way. But Jiang Xuanshen won’t give up easily. Have you thought about what to do in the future? Can your family… help you?”
Xiao Yi lowered his eyes, staring at the puddles on the ground. After a long silence, he laughed bitterly. “My status is a bit special. I’m an adopted child. Because my differentiation level was high, my family felt there was a profit to be made, so they sold me to Jiang Xuanshen.”
His voice was very light. “By Jiang Xuanshen’s side, I deliberately ingratiated myself and followed his whims, all just to survive.”
“Actually, I’m really afraid of him. Terrified. Every time I see his eyes, I feel like I’ll be torn to shreds the next second.”
Xiao Yi dared to admit that he had never loved Jiang Xuanshen. He even felt hatred, wishing he could perish along with him.
He was afraid he would break his other leg; afraid he would lock him in the basement, never to see the light of day again.
He only wanted to live, yet even living required all his strength.
Xiao Yi leaned against the cold wall of the bridge tunnel, looking at the faint light from the optical computer screen, and suddenly spoke in a low voice, “Is this really love?”
He paused, as if asking Jiang Chenyan, yet also as if asking himself, “Locking someone up, breaking their legs, using force to keep them by your side—is this the ‘love’ he speaks of?”
In the end, what was the difference between this and imprisonment? It was just a more high-sounding way of putting it, treating the other person as a plaything to be manipulated at will.
Jiang Chenyan didn’t know what to say. When those in power looked at those beneath them, what they wanted was never equal love, but absolute submission.
He closed his eyes and slowly nodded, his voice light due to weakness. “Yeah. So, now that you’ve finally escaped, from now on, you must live the life you want.”
But…
He was indeed a bit tired now.
A chill crawled up his spine, and his body grew colder and colder. The side effects of the mental stimulant and the exhaustion from blood loss were almost dragging him into a coma.
The sound of footsteps came from outside the bridge tunnel, rhythmic and clear.
Jiang Chenyan forced his eyes open. Was it Shen Shiyue? So fast? He used his last shred of strength to call out hoarsely toward the shadow at the entrance: “Shen Shiyue…”
There was no response.
It wasn’t Shen Shiyue.
The footsteps drew closer and closer, and Jiang Chenyan’s heart sank bit by bit. He tried to muster the strength to be on guard, but his body felt as if it were filled with lead; he couldn’t even lift his hand. He could only watch helplessly as that shadow walked in step by step.
Were Jiang Xuanshen’s people moving this fast? Or was it that someone had been watching them from the very beginning?
Until that face—extremely cold, without a hint of warmth—appeared in his line of sight, Jiang Chenyan’s body instantly froze. He even forgot to breathe—Qi Bai.
Of all the possibilities, he never expected the person coming to be Qi Bai.
The hem of Qi Bai’s clothes was still stained with undried rain. He stood in the center of the tunnel, looking down from above, his frigid gaze landing on Jiang Chenyan.
Jiang Chenyan was covered in injuries. His originally clear and beautiful eyes were now as dull as if covered by mist. His head was slightly lowered, his thin shoulders trembling uncontrollably, and his broken hair was plastered to his blood-stained forehead. When he saw that it was Qi Bai, those mist-covered eyes suddenly narrowed, as if the moisture had been blown away by a cold wind, instantly turning cold.
Qi Bai remembered. Just now, Jiang Chenyan had called out for Shen Shiyue.
You must be very disappointed that the one who came wasn’t Shen Shiyue.
His eyes grew colder as his gaze swept over Xiao Yi beside Jiang Chenyan. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
A sky-high fire had broken out at Jiang Xuanshen’s villa, yet this younger brother of his was hiding in a damp bridge tunnel, covered in wounds, with Jiang Xuanshen’s little lover following beside him.
A very faint sneer escaped Qi Bai’s throat. He only felt that this plot was truly melodramatic.
Stepping through the puddles on the tunnel floor, Qi Bai approached Jiang Chenyan step by step, water splashing onto the cuffs of his black uniform trousers.
He crouched down in front of Jiang Chenyan. “Why are you so wretched?”
Only after getting close could he see clearly. The wound on the corner of Jiang Chenyan’s forehead was still bleeding; dark red beads of blood trickled down his brow bone. There were several purple-red strangle marks on his neck, and his lips were trembling. Was it the cold? Or was he resisting him?
A surge of irritability suddenly rose in Qi Bai’s heart. He instinctively reached out to touch the wound, but his movement paused in mid-air before he lightened his touch.
Jiang Chenyan’s body jerked back, avoiding his touch.
Xiao Yi, who was on the side, was stunned. This person was likely not the same one Jiang Chenyan had contacted earlier.
Qi Bai’s face darkened. He no longer hesitated, reaching out to pin down Jiang Chenyan’s wrist that was trying to move, while his other hand went under the back of the other’s knees.
“I said, don’t move around.”
“Jiang Chenyan, do you want to die?”
Jiang Chenyan couldn’t muster any strength. His face was as pale as a thin sheet of paper, his expression listless.
He couldn’t fathom Qi Bai’s stance at all. Was this man here to take him away, or was he going to send him back to Jiang Xuanshen?
The blood from his forehead was still trickling down, sticking to Qi Bai’s uniform and spreading into a small, dark stain.
Qi Bai didn’t care about Xiao Yi at all, carrying Jiang Chenyan directly out.
After only a few steps, an extremely cold voice suddenly came from diagonally behind them: “Let him go.”
Qi Bai’s footsteps stopped. As he turned his head, he happened to meet Shen Shiyue’s black eyes.
Very unhappy. Both of them were unhappy.
The black windbreaker rustled loudly in the wind. There was no warmth on Shen Shiyue’s face. Those eyes, usually indifferent, were now filled with frozen ice.
He was late.
He heard Jiang Chenyan’s voice. “Shen Shiyue.”
It was very light, very weak. If the wind were any stronger, it wouldn’t have been heard.
With just those three words, Shen Shiyue’s heart was suddenly gripped, a dull pain spreading densely.
Translator’s Note: Phew, what an intense chapter! We see Jiang Xuanshen’s twisted idea of “love” (yikes ahhhh~ damn it), a dramatic escape, and finally, a standoff between Qi Bai and Shen Shiyue.
- Dage: Used by the characters to refer to Jiang Xuanshen as the eldest brother.
- Guangnao (Optical Computer): The standard high-tech personal device in this interstellar setting.
- Xites: The Butler. He seems to have a soft spot for the “Young Master” (Jiang Chenyan), doesn’t he? Stay tuned for the next one!
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