Cannon Fodder O Pretending to be A Will Lose Their Vest Chapter 102.2

Part 2

Escaping was the only thought currently shared between them.

They had to seize the moment when Jiang Xuanshen relaxed his guard to find a way out.

However, time was likely almost up.

Just as that thought occurred, the door was pushed open from the outside. Jiang Xuanshen walked in slowly, his gaze circling between the two before landing on Jiang Chenyan. “The ten minutes are up. Are you done talking?”

“We’re done.” Jiang Chenyan couldn’t help but question him. “But how are you treating him? Why have you locked him up?”

Jiang Xuanshen’s brow furrowed, and the aura around him grew heavy. “Because he’s disobedient.”

That was it.

A simple sentence, yet it contained a suffocating sense of control and possessiveness. It was as if all of Xiao Yi’s resistance was just ingratitude in his eyes.

Jiang Chenyan felt a surge of revulsion.

“Alright, get him out of here.” Jiang Xuanshen’s voice was faint, showing no emotion. He merely added to the bodyguard, “He’s an eyesore.”

Jiang Chenyan: “…”

Upon receiving the order, the bodyguard stepped forward, grabbed the handles of the wheelchair, and heartlessly dragged both the man and the chair out.

At the very last moment before being dragged away, Jiang Chenyan clearly saw Jiang Xuanshen walking slowly toward Xiao Yi through the gap in the door.

Jiang Xuanshen looked down at the chains embedded in the flesh of Xiao Yi’s wrists. His fingertips carelessly hooked onto the lock. With a crisp click, the cold shackles fell to the floor.

Then he bent down, effortlessly picking up the trembling Xiao Yi in a horizontal carry. His thin lips pressed against Xiao Yi’s ear as he threatened in a light tone: “Don’t think about running again. Otherwise… I can’t guarantee I won’t do something to that man named Xu Mian.”

Xiao Yi’s whole body shuddered. He instinctively clutched Jiang Xuanshen’s sleeve, his face turning as white as water-soaked paper. His voice trembled: “Wait… his legs, you didn’t… cripple them, did you?”

Otherwise, why was he in a wheelchair?

Jiang Xuanshen rarely had the patience to explain. “It was just an injection of some drugs. He simply can’t walk for the time being. He’ll be fine by tomorrow.”

As he spoke, his hand suddenly tightened, precisely pinning Xiao Yi’s slender neck.

Beneath his fingertips was a rapid, jumping pulse. The person in his arms couldn’t stop shivering. Jiang Xuanshen’s eyes grew increasingly gloomy. This person was still so afraid of him.

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In Jiang Xuanshen’s eyes, Jiang Chenyan probably didn’t count as a threat at all. Not only did he not confine Jiang Chenyan, but he even granted a daily “mercy” of one hour for Jiang Chenyan to accompany Xiao Yi and chat to relieve his boredom.

Jiang Chenyan pieced together Xiao Yi’s recent situation from the idle chatter of several servants in the villa.

They said Xiao Yi had attempted suicide before and his mental state had been poor. They didn’t dare say more, only bowing their heads and hurrying away with their trays, fearing someone would overhear.

Sometimes, looking at Jiang Xuanshen’s back, Jiang Chenyan couldn’t help but feel confused.

If you said Jiang Xuanshen didn’t love Xiao Yi, he insisted on imprisoning him by his side, using every means possible to grasp this wisp of wind in his palm. But if you said this was love, then this love was far too suffocating. After every intimate encounter, Xiao Yi was covered in injuries. Where was the warmth in that?

Love is not imprisonment.

Jiang Xuanshen didn’t understand this truth.

When Jiang Chenyan was first brought in, he had been searched thoroughly. Every item on him was confiscated—except for the unremarkable stud on his left ear. They had mistaken it for a common accessory and luckily left it behind.

No one knew that this ear stud was a specialized communication device that could contact Kai Lan and the others.

Once the signal was connected, Kai Lan’s voice came through. “Should we send people? We can move at any time.”

Jiang Chenyan’s gaze swept over the patrolling bodyguards outside the window. He kept his voice extremely low. “Wait for now. The security here is too tight. There are layers of sentries and hidden guards. Acting prematurely will only alert the enemy.”

Kai Lan was silent for a moment, indicating he understood, then began reporting other matters. “The Alliance has been making quite a few moves lately. I really don’t get it. Your second and third brothers are clearly part of the Jiang family, so why are they still clinging to the Alliance and refusing to leave?”

Jiang Chenyan also felt this matter was suspicious.

Jiang Xuanshen had long since made his stance clear by breaking away from the Alliance to join the Government. Yet those two were doing the opposite, guarding the Alliance and refusing to let go.

He instinctively asked the System, wanting to know if the original novel explained the reason behind this.

The System explained:

[It should be related to internal family disputes. The two are unwilling to be subordinate to Jiang Xuanshen and don’t want to be restricted by him in everything.]

True. Currently, all the power in the Jiang family was held by Jiang Xuanshen. Those two were suppressed by him everywhere; they had likely harbored resentment for a long time.

Furthermore, Jiang Xuanshen’s move to leave the Alliance and approach the Government had already caused dissatisfaction among many elder members of the family. How could the Alliance they had served for generations be cut off just because of one word from him?

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“Don’t worry about that for now. You get busy, we’ll talk later.”

Kai Lan: “Alright. I’ll wait for you to come back.”

After ending the chat, Jiang Chenyan leaned against the cold back of his chair. Jiang Xuanshen probably hadn’t had a peaceful day in years.

Had the members of the Jiang family reached a point where they couldn’t even bother to maintain the appearance of harmony?

Jiang Chenyan sat alone on a bench in the back garden, lost in thought.

The evening breeze swept by, bringing a crisp, clear fragrance. He followed the scent and discovered the garden was filled with blooming lavender, a sea of purple.

He suddenly remembered Xiao Yi’s pheromones; they seemed to have this light, faint scent of lavender.

Jiang Chenyan instinctively reached out. Just as his fingertips were about to touch a soft petal, a cold voice fell from above. “Don’t move.”

Jiang Chenyan stopped his movement and looked up. He was stunned when he saw the person’s face. “You…”

Situs.

Two years later, they had met again.

This man was Jiang Xuanshen’s butler in name, but in reality, he was Jiang Xuanshen’s trusted assistant, handling countless affairs for him both openly and secretly.

Situs nodded slightly, his tone indifferent without a single ripple. He repeated: “I am the butler of this villa. You can call me Situs. Master doesn’t like anyone touching these flowers. No one.”

Jiang Chenyan didn’t say more. He merely curled his lips and spat out a light sentence: “Hmm, how deeply affectionate.”

The sarcasm in his tone was almost overflowing. Situs’s brow instantly furrowed; he naturally heard the cynicism in Jiang Chenyan’s words.

Situs said deeply: “You don’t need to use that tone. Actually, there is love between them. Master is not as heartless as you think.”

“Oh? Give me an example?”

It seemed Situs had become increasingly loyal to Jiang Xuanshen over the years, constantly speaking up for him. He wasn’t like this two years ago.

Situs’s gaze swept over the blooming lavender in the garden and landed on an unremarkable greenhouse in the distance. His voice dropped a few notches. “There isn’t just lavender in the garden. Over there in the greenhouse, Xingyao flowers are also planted.”

The moment he heard those three words, Jiang Chenyan felt as if he had been stung by an invisible object. That was the scent of his pheromones.

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He had a bad feeling…

“That is to commemorate his younger brother,” Situs’s voice rose again, with a slight tremor if one listened closely.

As expected.

Jiang Chenyan’s fingertips curled slightly. His throat felt as if it were stuffed with wet cotton. A thousand thoughts surged up, only to turn into a dead silence.

“…”

He didn’t want to hear it anymore.

He was afraid of being nauseated.

Don’t play that “dead person literature” trope with him.

“I understand,” Jiang Chenyan lowered his eyelids, his voice devoid of emotion. “I won’t come to this garden again.”

Situs looked at Jiang Chenyan’s back and opened his mouth, but his throat felt blocked, too dry to utter a single word.

As the night deepened, for some unknown reason, Xiao Yi and Jiang Xuanshen got into an argument. By the time everyone hurried over, the living room floor was a mess, with white porcelain bowl shards scattered everywhere.

Jiang Xuanshen’s knuckles were pinned against Xiao Yi’s slender neck. The force wasn’t heavy, but his eyes were filled with gloom. “You think I don’t dare move against you?”

Xiao Yi lifted his arm, revealing the crisscrossing old scars on his wrist. “Have you moved against me too little?”

Provoked, Jiang Xuanshen’s gaze suddenly shifted to Jiang Chenyan, who was standing to the side. He intentionally knocked over a few more plates. “You, come over. Pick up the shards on the floor with your hands.”

Looking at the ceramic shards all over the floor, Jiang Chenyan only felt it was absurd and nonsensical.

Jiang Xuanshen couldn’t bring himself to truly hurt Xiao Yi, so he turned to humiliate the person Xiao Yi cared about.

“No!” Xiao Yi’s tears fell. He struggled to stop him but was held firmly by Jiang Xuanshen. “Don’t touch him! If you have something, come at me!”

The sounds of the argument still swirled in his ears—Xiao Yi’s crying mixed with Jiang Xuanshen’s cold rebukes, making it impossible for anyone to find peace.

Jiang Chenyan was getting annoyed. Unable to endure it any longer, he raised his voice and interrupted them: “Both of you, shut up!”

The noise in the living room came to a screeching halt. Everyone froze in place. Even Xiao Yi’s sobbing weakened. No one made a sound.

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It wasn’t that they were afraid; they were stunned.

Jiang Chenyan pursed his lips, his expression darkly somber. For a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

“…”

System:

[Host? Are you okay?]

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