Part 2
Jiang Chenyan rushed forward almost by instinct. He kicked the cane, which was sent flying. Caught off guard, Shen Fan stumbled and almost fell.
Jiang Chenyan threw himself beside Shen Shiyue. His fingers touched the blood-stained clothes, trembling slightly. “Shen Shiyue… how are you?”
Shen Shiyue slowly shook his head. “I’m fine. It doesn’t matter.”
Because of a difference in views, he had just engaged in an argument with Shen Fan. Such arguments and beatings were already the norm; Shen Shiyue had long grown used to them.
Seeing blood seeping from the other’s chest, Jiang Chenyan’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean ‘fine’? You’re injured like this.”
Jiang Chenyan truly couldn’t accept it. If the original was changed, so be it, but how could even the only good character in the book be modified beyond recognition?
Shen Shiyue pulled at the corner of his mouth and let out a bitter smile. “I know Grandfather is doing it for my own good. He works himself to death to build this, and in the end, it’s all for me.”
This familiar rhetoric…
How was it exactly the same as what his own “enabler” father had said?
Zhou Yi was sweating with anxiety on the side. He hurriedly stepped forward to persuade: “Master, please don’t get upset. The Young Master was just momentarily confused; he didn’t mean to defy you…”
Shen Fan was fuming, his chest rising and falling sharply. He pointed at Shen Shiyue on the floor and scolded sternly: “Confused? I think I’ve raised him in vain! He actually dares to talk to me like that? He’s all warmth and sweet talk to an outsider, but with me, he’s all sarcasm and cynicism? Don’t forget who raised you. Did your parents care for you for even a single day?!”
Hearing this, Shen Shiyue’s already pale face lost even more color. He silently lowered his head, his eyelashes covering the emotions in his eyes.
This was exactly what he feared—as soon as Shen Fan used the debt of upbringing to pressure him, Shen Shiyue would sink into boundless guilt.
“Stop talking,” Jiang Chenyan spoke up to interrupt. “Don’t use the debt of upbringing as a weapon.”
“Since his parents didn’t care for him and you took the trouble to do so, then since you’re already caring for him, why can’t you speak to him properly? Must you resort to violence to be satisfied?” Jiang Chenyan tried to reason with Shen Fan, followed by a long string of arguments. He almost wore his lips out. “If he defied you, perhaps that was wrong, but can’t you sit down and talk it out? Must you resort to physical force…”
“You always say his parents didn’t care for him and you are good to him, but who can endure this kind of ‘goodness’? Living in fear and guilt every day—can he be happy? Are you doing it for his own good, or to satisfy your own desire for control?”
Shen Fan’s gaze turned cold. “Are you finished?”
Jiang Chenyan was very satisfied with his own rhetoric. “Pretty much.”
“Lock the Young Master back in his room. This person—throw him out.”
Without a single further glance at Jiang Chenyan, Shen Fan gave the order.
Jiang Chenyan, “…”
After all that I said, this man is completely impervious to reason?
Shen Shiyue, “…”
Jiang Chenyan was firmly held by the shoulders by bodyguards. He didn’t show the slightest intention of resisting, his eyes lowered and his expression abnormally calm.
Seeing this, Shen Shiyue pushed himself up from the floor, almost getting into a fight with the bodyguards. “Don’t touch him.”
Jiang Chenyan looked up at Shen Shiyue and shook his head slightly, signaling him not to be impulsive. Then he turned to look at Shen Fan. “Grandfather, you win.”
Filled with rage that was suddenly doused by cold water, Shen Fan waved his hand with a frown: “Take him away. Don’t let him be an eyesore here.”
“Also, who is your grandfather? Are you even worthy?”
Jiang Chenyan fell silent.
Mm, I’m not worthy.
The bodyguards grabbed Jiang Chenyan’s arms and forcibly dragged him out.
He had arrived with dignity, but he was leaving with none.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a doctor in a white coat rushing in, heading straight for the main residence. Jiang Chenyan’s heart settled slightly.
He struggled a bit. “Let me go. I’ll walk by myself.”
But those Alpha bodyguards acted as if they didn’t hear him. They remained deaf to his words, dragging him all the way to the gate and throwing him out, forming a perfect semi-circle in the air.
The moment his butt hit the ground, a dull pain radiated out. Jiang Chenyan was stunned for two seconds. He wasn’t too furious, just mostly speechless…
Bracing himself against the ground, he slowly sat up. Jiang Chenyan brushed the dust off his clothes, no longer wanting to think about the mess of the Shen family. He simply walked along the road without any particular destination.
After about a hundred paces, he stopped. He fished a cigarette pack from his pocket and nimbly pulled one out to light it. Smoke rose slowly, blurring his vision.
The wind blew, carrying the chill of late autumn. It seeped into his bones through his collar. Jiang Chenyan pulled his collar tighter; only then did he feel the cold.
His light-brain vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out to check. The sender wasn’t Shen Shiyue; it was Professor Ariel.
The content was concise: “You must return to school tonight. We depart for the Alliance early tomorrow morning. Do not be late.”
Jiang Chenyan frowned. His fingertips tapped out a reply on the screen: “Can I go the day after tomorrow? I still have matters to handle here.”
There was a long silence from the other side—so long that Jiang Chenyan thought the signal had cut out—until a message full of hostility suddenly popped up: “Jiang Chenyan, do you want to die?!”
Jiang Chenyan’s fingers paused. He knew the professor was just cursing him out of anger, but the words weren’t wrong; he did intend to “die escape.”
If he left tomorrow, he wouldn’t have time to prepare, and his previous plans would all go to waste.
Taking a deep breath, he hardened his heart and replied: “Is the school in such a rush? I really can’t make it over; I need to delay by at least one day.”
“In short, they are in a hurry for people over there. Don’t be so wishy-washy.” Ariel didn’t understand. “Anyone would think you were some kind of prize that they’re so desperate for you.”
Jiang Chenyan stared at the screen, his fingers typing quickly: “There’s no other way. Let them wait. I can’t let you be put in a difficult position. I have the handover number; I’ll speak to them personally.”
Ariel’s side went completely silent. He was likely weighing the options; if Jiang Chenyan truly didn’t go, it would indeed be easy to offend those in the Alliance.
After a good while, a sentence came through: “Don’t act on impulse. It will be hard to clean up the mess afterward.”
Jiang Chenyan replied: “I’ve already called. I guarantee a good attitude. Don’t worry.”
After finishing, he directly closed the chat, no longer looking at Ariel’s subsequent messages.
He found the handover number in the documents and tapped to dial.
It was picked up quickly.
“Hello, I am Jiang Chenyan…”
“I have something temporary to handle here and need to arrive a day late… You guys are quite kind. Actually, you don’t need to pick me up. Alright, thank you.”
It wasn’t actually that difficult—just a matter of a few words.
Jiang Chenyan didn’t want to think any more. He planned to find a nearby inn to stay. With his exhaustion and the earlier wretchedness, his steps were a bit shaky. He tripped once before slowly continuing forward.
After much effort, he finally made it to his room. Jiang Chenyan collapsed onto the bed and immediately checked his light-brain. There was still no message from Shen Shiyue; the messages he had sent before still bore the “unread” mark.
Staring at the screen, he understood in his heart. He must have been detained and monitored at home by Shen Fan.
A violent dad, a silent mom, a crazed grandpa, and a broken him.
After resting for a while, his stomach began to protest. Jiang Chenyan got up, planning to go buy some food near the inn.
He hadn’t walked far when he saw someone squatting by the road. The figure looked somewhat familiar. Just as he was about to step closer, the person suddenly looked up. Seeing him, they stood up excitedly, their voice trembling: “Jiang Chenyan!”
Jiang Chenyan paused, stunned. He scrutinized the person for a moment before recognizing him. “Mo Qingyu?”
“It’s me.” Mo Qingyu was very happy. “How have you been lately?”
“Alright. You?”
Mo Qingyu smiled. “Lately, I’ve been researching bombs.”
Bombs?
Jiang Chenyan gave a sincere compliment. “You’re quite impressive.”
Mo Qingyu let out two dry laughs. His expression changed, and he shifted the topic quickly. “Because I need to contribute to the organization. Jiang Chenyan, you…”
Jiang Chenyan timely interrupted what the other was about to say and asked, “Who are you bombing? Can you blow me up?”
Mo Qingyu was stunned. “Huh?”
Translator’s Note: “Death Escape” (死遁 – sǐ dùn) is a very specific term in Chinese web novels where a character fakes their death to escape their current situation. It’s often dramatic and involves explosions or falling off cliffs. Also, the Shen family dynamic is a classic “toxic high-society” trope. Jiang Chenyan’s request to be blown up is a bit of a shocker, right?
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