Chapter 76: Yuanyuan Dreamed the Baby Kept Crying
Hearing these words, Su Huaiyao was stunned. It felt as if a bolt from the blue had struck him, and he couldn’t recover his senses for a long while.
He forced a stiff tug at the corners of his mouth, but couldn’t muster a smile. He simply stared at the man in disbelief, his voice choking with sobs:
“W-why do I have to move out? Didn’t Xiuqing-gege say before that I could stay as long as I wanted? Why are you asking me to move out now?”
The man’s sudden request for him to leave the Yu family manor was a blatant attempt to drive him away!
Seeing the young man’s eyes redden once again, Yu Xiuqing frowned, a trace of gloom surfacing in the depths of his eyes.
His thin lips parted slightly, but before he could even speak, Su Huaiyao cut him off: “If it’s because of my family, you don’t need to worry about that at all. My parents have no objections to me staying temporarily at the Yu estate.”
“Xiaoyao, listen to me. Living together before we’re married—even if nothing has happened between us—will inevitably lead to gossip. I’m just worried it might affect your reputation.”
Yu Xiuqing rested a hand on his shoulder, his voice uncharacteristically gentle as he patiently explained.
“Why should we be afraid of that? Is Xiuqing-gege doing this because I messed up the sheet music at Grandpa Yu’s birthday banquet? After all, my reputation has taken somewhat of a hit now. Are you afraid I’ll drag you down?”
Su Huaiyao’s tone was frantic now. He stared intently at the man, tears glistening in his eyes.
He felt an overwhelming sense of panic, entirely unsure why things had taken such a turn. If this happened, he wouldn’t be able to see Yu Xiuqing anymore.
He didn’t want this, not at all!
“It’s not because of that.”
“Then what is it?”
Su Huaiyao was driven mad by the man’s ambiguous attitude. Then, a far more agonizing possibility struck him. He quietly lowered his head and muttered sullenly, “Is Xiuqing-gege worried I’ll lay a hand on Shen Yuan again…?”
Although the man claimed he wouldn’t abandon him and would make Shen Yuan suffer, his actions proved the exact opposite!
This was clearly reluctance to see Shen Yuan get hurt!
Yu Xiuqing hadn’t anticipated this question. For a moment, he didn’t know how to answer, so he simply patted the young man’s shoulder and sighed helplessly, “Don’t overthink it. Go home.”
“I don’t want to! I need to know!”
Su Huaiyao grabbed his arm, staring at him stubbornly. “If Xiuqing-gege is really sending me home because of that, it’s completely unnecessary! I’ve already sworn I won’t hurt Shen Yuan again!”
“Enough.”
Yu Xiuqing impatiently yanked his arm back. He gestured to the bodyguard nearby and said wearily, “Take him home.”
With that, he turned around, walked to the other side of the hospital bed, and pulled out his phone to make a call.
Su Huaiyao still refused to give up. He was just about to run over and demand a straight answer when he crashed directly into the bodyguard’s chest.
“What are you doing! Don’t block me!”
He frantically thrashed his arms against Qi Yunzhao’s iron grip, screaming tearfully in Yu Xiuqing’s direction:
“Xiuqing-gege! You can’t do this to me! I saved your life! You said you would only ever love me! Have you forgotten it all?! I don’t believe this!”
But no matter how heart-wrenchingly he screamed, the man by the window completely ignored him, engrossed in his phone call.
Unable to watch this spectacle any longer, Qi Yunzhao forcefully hoisted Su Huaiyao up, threw him over his shoulder, and strode briskly toward the door, issuing a curt warning:
“Mister Su, stop struggling. If you accidentally fall, Sanye will blame me.”
The moment the words left his mouth, Su Huaiyao thrashed even harder, relentlessly pounding on Qi Yunzhao’s shoulder. “Let go! Put me down! I need Xiuqing-gege to explain things clearly!”
But Qi Yunzhao completely ignored his hysterical cries and slammed the hospital room door shut with a loud bang.
Half an hour later.
Qi Yunzhao returned to the hospital room and reported to the man, “Sanye, Mister Su has returned home safely.”
“Mm.”
Yu Xiuqing replied without lifting his head. His expression remained incredibly indifferent as his hand rhythmically stroked the youth’s hair, as if petting an adorable animal.
As the jet-black strands were pushed aside, a horrific scar on Shen Yuan’s temple was suddenly exposed. Against his delicate, snow-white skin, it looked particularly glaring.
Yu Xiuqing’s fingers trembled slightly, his movements pausing. He stared fixedly at the wound, a surge of violent hostility rolling within him.
The doctor had just examined Shen Yuan. Fortunately, there were no signs of sexual assault—only some superficial injuries—but the youth still remained unconscious.
The doctor explained that a blow to the head had aggravated his old injuries, causing Shen Yuan to slip into a coma once again. However, he was no longer in critical condition. They would observe him for another two days, and if nothing abnormal occurred, he could be transferred back to a regular ward tomorrow morning.
Yu Xiuqing carefully caressed the shallow scar. With a complex mix of emotions, he ordered coolly, “Get rid of those psychiatric patients who tortured Yuanyuan.”
“Understood, I’ll handle it right now.”
Qi Yunzhao swept a calm glance over the restlessly sleeping youth, though a faint shadow of sorrow passed through the depths of his eyes.
He drove out for a while, and when he returned to the hospital, he was carrying a bag of poison-laced snacks.
In the psychiatric ward, the patients who had bullied Shen Yuan under the temptation of snacks were already sprawled on the floor.
They were foaming at the mouth, their hands clutching their throats in a death grip. Their eyes bulged, their lips were purple, and half-eaten snacks lay scattered around them. The scene was absolutely horrifying.
None of these psychiatric patients had any relatives; they were completely isolated and alone. Qi Yunzhao executed this entirely unnoticed, disposing of the bodies so cleanly that no one was ever the wiser.
2:00 AM.
“Ah… no… please don’t hit me!”
Shen Yuan’s face was chalk-white, his forehead drenched in cold sweat as he screamed. His eyes were clamped shut, and his long, curled eyelashes fluttered wildly. He looked absolutely terrified.
“Ah!”
Another panicked scream ripped through the air as Shen Yuan jolted awake from the nightmare, gasping heavily for breath.
His hands gripped the bedsheets with a death-like intensity, his entire body shaking violently. He stared at the window in the distance with sheer terror, as if he had just seen something horrifying.
“Baby… baby…”
The little fool repeatedly mumbled those two words. Tears streamed down his face, soaking the pristine white pillows.
He felt as if he had experienced sleep paralysis. In his dream, a ghost infant enveloped in green smoke had crawled onto his stomach, using its sharp little teeth to gnaw through his flesh and burrow inside.
The scream instantly woke Yu Xiuqing, who had been lightly dozing on the adjacent bed. He immediately shot up, only to find Shen Yuan—who had somehow gotten out of bed—standing by the window.
The window had been locked during the day. Unable to open it, Shen Yuan was frantically scratching at the glass with his nails, muttering, “Baby… where are you…”
Sensing something was terribly wrong, Yu Xiuqing closed the distance in a few strides. Afraid of startling him, he carefully took hold of the youth’s arms and turned him around.
“Be good, Hubby is here. We will have a baby.”
He guided the youth back to the bed inch by inch, terrified that the boy might actually throw himself out of the seventh-story window in the next second.
By the time Shen Yuan lay back down, he had regained a bit of lucidity. His tear-blurred eyes remained fixed in a blank stare on the man. It took a long time before he finally murmured a few soft, glutinous words:
“Hubby… hug~”
Left with no other choice, Yu Xiuqing gathered the terrified little creature into his arms and sat on the edge of the bed.
He pulled the blanket over the youth, gently patting his trembling back, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, “What did you dream about? Tell Hubby, okay?”
“Sob… Yuanyuan dreamed the baby kept crying. He said he was so cold and wanted to go back inside Yuanyuan’s tummy…”
Shen Yuan’s voice was choked, as if someone were strangling him. His words came out broken, thick with tears.
He curled up into a tiny ball, grabbing the collar of the man’s shirt with one hand and using it to wipe away his snot and tears.
Yu Xiuqing was a severe germaphobe. If anyone else had touched him like this, he would have violently thrown them out long ago. But seeing Shen Yuan’s tear-stained, pitiful state, a rare pang of softness actually stirred within him.
For the first time, he didn’t feel the urge to ravage the youth. Instead, he wanted to cradle him closely and soothe him, like holding a fragile piece of porcelain, terrified that even the slightest pressure might break this little creature.
This obedient, fragile version of Shen Yuan stirred an inexplicably strong protective instinct within him, reminiscent of how he used to treat Su Huaiyao—unable to bear seeing the other shed a single tear.
“Yuanyuan just had a nightmare, don’t be afraid. There is no baby, it was fake. Hubby is right here with you.”
Yu Xiuqing reached out and stroked the youth’s soft hair. As his fingertips brushed against the skin, his expression darkened.
When he said the word “baby,” he couldn’t help but think of the child he had forcibly aborted from Shen Yuan’s body.
His feelings toward this little fool had become incredibly contradictory; he himself didn’t even know if it could be called love.
And ever since losing his memory, Shen Yuan had grown extremely reliant on him, becoming even more clingy than before.
If Yu Xiuqing just moved a little closer, Shen Yuan would latch onto him tightly, as if terrified the man would vanish into thin air. He severely lacked any sense of security.
“Waaah… Hubby, the baby is so pitiful. Let’s bring him back, okay? I want the baby…”
The little fool pressed his face flush against the man’s chest, seemingly seeking warmth. He looked up with dark, watery eyes, whining pitifully at Yu Xiuqing.
Hearing these words of total surrender, Yu Xiuqing couldn’t help but chuckle softly, his expression a mix of indulgence and helplessness.
He gently kneaded the tender nape of Shen Yuan’s neck. A heavy, dark lust churned within his profound eyes. He raised a hand and tenderly wiped away the moisture trailing from the corners of the youth’s eyes.
But Shen Yuan’s body was far too weak right now—shattering at the slightest touch—so Yu Xiuqing had to forcefully suppress the urge.
“If Yuanyuan wants a baby, wait until your body recovers a bit, and Hubby will make another one with you. How about that?”
The man’s long, powerful fingers lightly caressed the youth’s flat stomach, his eyes betraying a deep, burning hunger.
“Wow! Hubby is going to make a baby with Yuanyuan!”
Shen Yuan’s eyes sparkled. Excitedly throwing his arms around Yu Xiuqing’s neck, he planted a kiss directly on his lips.
But then, the little fool seemed to recall a far more pressing matter. Tilting his head, he reached out a finger to squish the man’s sexy, cool lips, and asked innocently:
“But how do you make a baby?”
Yu Xiuqing’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice, unknowingly dropping into a husky register, was laced with heavy desire: “You can make a baby by sleeping with Hubby.”
Translator’s Note: So the psychiatric patients get poisoned by Qi Yunzhao (ruthless as always), while Shen Yuan wakes up having a terrifying nightmare about the aborted baby. The stark contrast between Yu Xiuqing’s cold-blooded orders to Qi Yunzhao and his sudden soft spot for the “amnesiac” Shen Yuan is classic Yandere behavior. Poor Shen Yuan is totally helpless here.
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