Chapter 102: Drug Injection; Forced / Don’t Play That “Dead Person Literature” With Him… part 1
The cold medicinal liquid spread through his veins, seeping into his limbs and bones. Jiang Chenyan felt the world spin before his eyes as the ringing in his ears grew louder. His body collapsed uncontrollably.
The drug’s effect was limited to paralyzing the nerves and muscles, yet his consciousness remained exceptionally clear.
Jiang Chenyan watched helplessly as two men in black grabbed him by the arms and dragged him into Jiang Xuanshen’s silver-white private airship. He was tossed onto the leather back seat like a piece of worthless trash.
Jiang Xuanshen walked over slowly. He stared down at Jiang Chenyan with ink-dark eyes for several seconds before his thin lips finally moved. “Your name is Xu Mian, right?”
Jiang Chenyan froze for a few seconds before nodding. “Yes…”
As expected.
The other party had already investigated this fabricated identity of his down to the last detail.
“I’m curious.” Jiang Xuanshen suddenly let out a low chuckle. That laughter hung in the air, indescribably cold. “How does a vagrant like you, who loiters on the streets, know Xiao Yi? Why do I get the feeling that you’ve been lying to me from start to finish?”
Jiang Chenyan looked directly into Jiang Xuanshen’s eyes. “Take me to see him, and you’ll know if I’m lying. We truly do know each other.”
Jiang Xuanshen didn’t bother wasting more words. Whether it was true or false, he would know once he brought the man back for a “test.”
In any case, it was just a lowly life. If it proved useless, he could just chop it up and feed it to the dogs.
The airship pierced through the clouds, racing toward the outskirts of the city before landing steadily in front of a secluded villa halfway up a mountain.
The villa was staggeringly grand. Built entirely of expensive obsidian and gilded glass, its carved pillars were entwined with gold-leaf vines. The massive floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the sunlight with a blinding glare.
Inside the courtyard, precious and exotic plants grew wildly along the pebble paths. However, the high walls were covered in a fine mesh of electric fencing, and the iron gates were as heavy as a prison’s.
To any observer, it was clearly a gilded cage encrusted with gold and jade.
Jiang Chenyan couldn’t even stand steadily. He was dragged off the airship by two tall Alpha bodyguards, one on each side.
The rough ground scraped against his pant legs. His already tattered trousers were stained with mud, leaving him in a wretched state.
Jiang Chenyan lowered his head, his messy hair obscuring his eyes. He simply allowed the bodyguards to drag him along, his entire being radiating a sense of “broken jar” decadence.
Following behind, Jiang Xuanshen felt a strange surge of irritation at the sight of the man’s half-dead appearance.
He was about to order the bodyguards to drop the man on the ground when he remembered that the person had been injected with a potent anesthetic and couldn’t even stand.
“Go get a wheelchair,” Jiang Xuanshen said abruptly, his voice devoid of emotion.
“?”
The next second, Jiang Chenyan was crudely dumped into a wheelchair. A bodyguard pushed him along the long corridor toward the depths of the villa.
Jiang Chenyan looked up slightly, an imperceptible trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.
Not just him, but the bodyguards behind them also exchanged glances. They had served Jiang Xuanshen for years, yet this was the first time they had seen him give such “special treatment” to a vagrant of unknown origin.
Walking in the lead, Jiang Xuanshen himself couldn’t explain the source of this sudden impulse.
Perhaps it was a momentary softness, or perhaps… it was because of Xiao Yi.
The relationship between him and Xiao Yi had long since twisted into something that couldn’t see the light of day. He couldn’t allow even the slightest external variable to cause complications.
Just as this thought passed, Jiang Chenyan was forcibly taken away by the bodyguards. When he returned, his mud-stained, tattered clothes had been replaced with a clean, white cotton shirt, looking much more presentable.
Jiang Xuanshen glanced at Jiang Chenyan. “Follow me.”
The bodyguard immediately pushed the wheelchair, following Jiang Xuanshen upstairs.
They went all the way to the top floor, finally stopping in front of a heavy alloy door.
Jiang Chenyan lowered his eyelids, his lashes casting a shadow over his eyes as if he were enduring something. “Did you do something to him?”
Jiang Xuanshen’s gaze was icy. “You aren’t qualified to ask.”
“I know.” Jiang Chenyan suddenly looked up. Ignoring his physical weakness, he reached out and firmly grabbed a corner of Jiang Xuanshen’s uniform. “Can you let me talk to him alone? Just for a moment. Ten minutes is enough.”
Jiang Xuanshen’s gaze fell on the clenched uniform, then shifted down to fixate on those pale, slender hands with distinct knuckles.
The fair and delicate nature of these hands was truly a mismatch for the man’s face.
Truthfully, this person’s features weren’t outstanding at all. He was so ordinary that he would disappear into a crowd. His complexion had a sallow, waxen look of long-term malnutrition. Anyone who saw him would conclude he was a poor soul struggling at the bottom of society.
But strangely, the exposed skin at his neck and the wrists and hands currently clutching the sleeve were blindingly white. They were clean in a way that felt completely disconnected from his overall aura, as if they had never suffered the friction of sun or rain.
Playing with contrasts?
Jiang Xuanshen’s eyes darkened.
As if possessed, Jiang Xuanshen’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he actually relented. “Then go in.”
It was only ten minutes. Given their situation, they couldn’t stir up any waves.
Moreover, Jiang Chenyan’s body was still controlled by the drug; he couldn’t even stand.
The heavy alloy door made a dull thud as it slowly opened inward. The bodyguard pushed the wheelchair, sending Jiang Chenyan inside.
The person inside was startled by the sudden movement and jerked his head up.
Xiao Yi was sitting on a cold white chair in the middle of the room. His feet were locked to the chair legs by iron chains as thick as a thumb. The rust from the chains had rubbed his ankles red, standing out starkly against his pale skin.
Due to being confined for too long, his face was as white as thin paper, with almost no color. His long lashes drooped as if he lacked the strength to even lift them.
The most shocking part was his neck. It was covered in bite marks—large and small, old and new. In the deep areas, the flesh was turned out; in the shallow areas, there was bruising. The dense marks trailed down along his slender collarbones, disappearing into the depths of his messy collar.
One look was enough to tell he had suffered sexual abuse.
Jiang Xuanshen’s eyes were somber as he glanced at Xiao Yi. That look carried a bone-chilling cold. Xiao Yi felt as if he had been pierced by an invisible ice pick; his entire body trembled violently, and his pale face lost every remaining trace of color.
He was so afraid he wanted to die.
Jiang Chenyan’s fingertips trembled in the wheelchair. Jiang Xuanshen truly was a beast.
He suddenly reached out and slammed the door shut with a loud bang, completely isolating the coldness outside from the room.
Jiang Xuanshen frowned. “…”
Xiao Yi looked at the stranger in the wheelchair, opening his mouth hesitantly. “You…”
“Xiao Yi.”
The familiar voice—low and carrying an imperceptible rasp—cut him off.
“It’s Ye.”
Xiao Yi froze. His pupils constricted as he stared at the person before him in disbelief. It took a long time for him to find his voice. “How? Why do you look like this?”
Jiang Chenyan turned the wheelchair, slowly coming to a stop in front of him. He leaned in close, his voice extremely low. “I used a disguise so I could help you.”
Xiao Yi’s eyes instantly turned red. Large teardrops rolled down without warning, splashing onto the back of his pale hand.
He bit his lower lip hard, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. The tears flowed more and more, soaking his collar. ” I can’t involve you… Go, leave quickly. Don’t worry about me anymore…”
“How could I not worry about you? I—”
Mid-sentence, Jiang Chenyan glanced quickly at the corner of the ceiling. A miniature camera was embedded there, glinting with a cold light.
The next second, he leaned forward and gently pulled Xiao Yi into an embrace, burying his face in the crook of Xiao Yi’s neck. His warm breath brushed against those gruesome bite marks. Jiang Chenyan’s voice was pressed so low that only the two of them could hear.
“Remember, my name is Xu Mian now. I’m a homeless vagrant making a living at the docks. Jiang Xuanshen has already checked this identity and isn’t suspicious for now. Remember, no matter the time, you don’t know ‘Ye.’ You only know Xu Mian, a vagrant you met by chance. we treat each other like family, like brothers.”
Xiao Yi nodded, gradually falling into the act.
Only then did Jiang Chenyan slowly straighten up, pulling a slight distance between them. His tone was as natural as if he were speaking to a real relative. “Ge, what exactly happened?”
“…”
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