Chapter 3: Mister Yuâs White Moonlight Has Returned
Hearing the name “Su Xiansheng,” Shen Yuan felt as though he had been struck by a bolt from the blue.
Su Xiansheng was Su Huaiyao.
He knew that this was the person Yu Xiuqing had been pining for all these yearsâthe “white moonlight” kept at the tip of his heart.
In this vast Yu Family Manor, there had always been a room for Su Huaiyao that no one was allowed to enter.
Whether it was the furniture or the decor, everything in that room was expensive, luxurious, and designed in the style Su Huaiyao favored.
He had heard from Butler Wu that due to various reasonsâone going into the military and the other being forced to study abroadâMaster Yu and his lover had been separated for many years.
The existence of this room was proof of Mister Yuâs hope that one day he could marry the person he loved most…
Now, Mister Yuâs white moonlight had finally returned.
Shen Yuan suddenly felt a deep sadness.
He clearly loved Mister Yu very, very much too…
But Mister Yu had only ever treated him as a substitute for someone else, a mere emotional vessel.
He craved the man’s love far too much.
But once he was stripped of his lowly status as a substitute, he didn’t even have the right to touch Xiansheng…
Over here, upon hearing that his beloved had woken up, Yu Xiuqingâs irritation lessened slightly. He asked:
“Who pushed him down the stairs? Did Xiaoyao say?”
Just yesterday afternoon, Su Huaiyao, who had just returned from abroad, went straight to the Yu Family Manor, only to be pushed down the stairs from the fifth floor, resulting in a fractured leg.
When Yu Xiuqing found out, he immediately dropped his work and rushed to the hospital. He had stayed by his side all night until morning, but the other man hadn’t woken up.
Qi Yunzhao nodded. He took his phone out of his pocket, opened the surveillance footage in his album, and handed it to the man.
He then looked at the trembling youth on the bed. His gaze was sharp as he said coldly, “Su Xiansheng told me that the person who pushed him down the stairs was Shen Yuan.”
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiuqing was stunned for a moment. He looked down and scanned the video for a few seconds. Seeing the person standing at the top of the stairs who pushed Su Huaiyao, his expression instantly turned ice-cold.
He narrowed his eyes and walked quickly to the bedside. He stared down at the youth, his gaze as sinister as a ghost:
“Was it you who pushed Xiaoyao?”
Shen Yuan panicked under that freezing stare. He shrank his neck but still mustered the courage to look up, meeting those dark pupils that seemed ready to swallow him whole. He said timidly, “Xiansheng… it wasn’t me!”
But the man’s gaze grew even colder. He violently grabbed the boyâs soft hair, forcing him to crane his neck to look at the video on the phone. His tone was eerily flat as he asked:
“This person… isn’t it Yuanyuan?”
Shen Yuan clenched his teeth in pain, tears rolling in his eyes. Looking at the youth in the video who had intentionally pushed Su Huaiyao, the expression on his face instantly became confused, terrified, and helpless.
How could this be?!
How could he appear in the video? He had become a murderer! Who was that person who looked exactly like him?!
His mind held no memory of pushing anyone. Even if his low IQ often caused him to forget things, he could still clearly remember what he was doing yesterday afternoon!
But before he could deny it, a sudden pain hit his neck. Shen Yuan felt his breathing stop instantly. He was lifted up and slammed heavily onto the floor!
“Ugh…”
The youth let out a pained groan. Half of his body felt as if it had been completely shattered.
Yu Xiuqing disinterestedly turned the signet ring on his thumb. He crouched down, his fingers slowly stroking the boyâs small face.
His fingertips were calloused from years of handling guns. They were rough, and as they rubbed against his smooth, tender skin, Shen Yuan felt both itchy and terrified, causing him to instinctively shrink his neck.
“Does Yuanyuan feel pain?”
The man’s deep, sexy voice rang in his ear. It was exceptionally tender, but it made Shen Yuanâs spine snap taut. A chill instantly surged from his tailbone to his head.
He didn’t dare look into the man’s eyes. He curled up on the floor like a shrimp, his face turning from pale to a sickly blue-gray. He trembled all over, and a faint trace of blood appeared on his forehead from hitting the marble floor.
“Answer me!”
Yu Xiuqing barked. He seemed to have little patience left to waste. His fingers tightened their grip, pinching the boyâs small face to lift it and force eye contact.
Shen Yuan cried out in pain, and two deep red finger marks immediately appeared on his fair cheek.
He shivered, his hands tightly covering his abdomen. His large, deer-like eyes looked at the man tremulously. His gaze was a mix of terror, grievance, and a tiny sliver of hope. He said:
“Xiansheng… the little baby in my tummy… it hurts so much…”
“Hmm?”
Yu Xiuqing frowned slightly, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes. He shoved the boy’s face away and reached out to touch his flat abdomen. His lazy tone carried a half-smile: “Heh, since when did Yuanyuan learn to lie? Where is this little baby?”
Shen Yuan frantically grabbed his arm, looking at the man with tear-filled eyes. His voice gradually took on a heavy, sobbing tone:
“There… there is one… Xiansheng, he’s sleeping so well in Yuanyuan’s tummy, but he seems to be crying…”
“Impossible. Every time I loved Yuanyuan, I took proper precautions. Unless…”
Yu Xiuqing suddenly paused. He coldly withdrew his hand, his eye twitching slightly. Then he stood up and looked down at the person on the floor. One military boot suddenly stomped onto the youth’s lower abdomen. He said word by word:
“Unless that mongrel in your stomach belongs to Yu Beikuo! You two have already slept together, haven’t you?”
“No… it’s not Yu Beikuo… it’s the baby of Xiansheng and Yuanyuan! Please don’t step on him!”
Shen Yuan was terrified. He shook his small head desperately, his trembling hands clutching the edge of the military boot. His knuckles turned white from the strain of trying to lift the foot off his body, but he was only crushed more fiercely.
A piercing, bone-deep pain erupted from his lower abdomen. His face turned so pale it was almost transparent, and cold sweat poured from his forehead.
But what hurt more than the pain was the grievance.
How could Mister Yu not know? It was that night when Xiansheng was drunk and stumbled into his small room, mistaking him for Su Huaiyao. He had called out “Xiaoyao” over and over again while brutally violating his body.
The baby was conceived then.
And after doing those bad things to him, Mister Yu acted as if nothing had happened, remembering nothing at all!
He didn’t dare tell anyone. He would be called a vixen, and the baby would be aborted like they did on TV.
He wanted to give birth to the child. Even if Mister Yu didn’t love them, he would raise the little one well.
But now, before the little fellow could even be born, he was about to be stepped to death by his demonic father!
“Xiansheng… stop stepping…”
The youth’s voice was weak and powerless. He was so terrified he could barely speak.
Only then did Yu Xiuqing withdraw his long leg. He turned and walked straight toward the door, giving a cold command: “Take him to the fifth floor.”
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