Chapter 85: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (85)
On the third day of Shen Tangqing’s escape, an uninvited guest arrived at the manor.
Li Qiulan sat in his wheelchair, his well-defined knuckles resting lightly on the armrests. His gaze, cold as ice, looked straight at the man sitting in the living room.
“You are not welcome here.”
Qin Yizhou’s gaze paused on his pale face for two seconds. This was the second time he had seen Li Qiulan.
When was the first time? He recalled for a moment. It seemed to be—six or seven years ago, in a sanatorium…
The boy was curled up on the hospital bed, his eyes filled with undissolvable dead silence.
He retracted his thoughts, his tone carrying unquestionable toughness. “Young Master Li, are you tired of playing the game of imprisoning people? It’s time to hand him over, isn’t it?”
Li Qiulan pulled at the corner of his lips. A sneer flooded his eyes, yet his expression remained terrifyingly calm.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Without evidence, I wouldn’t rashly visit.”
After speaking, Qin Yizhou placed a file on the table.
“You should be very familiar with this person, right? After all, he’s the scapegoat you painstakingly found.”
Li Qiulan’s gaze fell on the ID photo in the file. His pupils shrank violently. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the armrest of the wheelchair.
A moment later, he looked up at Qin Yizhou, a trace of imperceptible apprehension flashing in his eyes.
Does Qin Yizhou also like Brother?
Once this thought emerged, it was like a wildly growing vine, instantly wrapping around his heart. Why are there always so many people coveting his brother?
“Brother isn’t here,” his voice was lower than before, carrying a bit of deliberately suppressed tension.
Qin Yizhou’s face darkened completely, his black eyes locking onto Li Qiulan tightly.
Their gazes collided, neither yielding to the other. The air seemed filled with the smell of gunpowder.
“Young Master Li, things have come to this, are you still unwilling to release him?” Not only was Qin Yizhou’s face cold, even his voice was biting.
Li Qiulan’s eyelashes trembled. After a moment, he spoke faintly, his words full of warning. “The election is coming up soon. are you sure you want to cross me at this time?”
Qin Yizhou narrowed his eyes. A cold smile pulled at his lips, his look at Li Qiulan devoid of warmth. “Are you threatening me? If the Qin family loses the election, your Li family won’t get any benefits either…”
“That isn’t important to me.” Li Qiulan picked up the celadon teacup in front of him and took a sip. “Qin Yizhou, don’t you know I’m a lunatic?”
Qin Yizhou was stunned. Looking at the indifferent expression of the young man in front of him, his thoughts couldn’t help but return to when he first met him. At that time, Li Qiulan was indeed a lunatic—he committed suicide several times and was finally resuscitated.
However, even if he is a lunatic, even if it means mutual destruction, he must rescue Shen Tangqing.
“Where is he? No matter what, I must take him away today.”
The sneer on Li Qiulan’s lips faded, leaving only impatience and chill in his eyes. This person is truly an eyesore!
After a long silence, Li Qiulan suddenly chuckled lightly.
“Since Eldest Young Master Qin has investigated me, you should be able to find out that Shen Tangqing escaped three days ago. As for where he escaped to…” He paused, his voice sinking. “I don’t know either.”
After speaking, he lifted his eyelids to look at Qin Yizhou, malice undisguised in his eyes. “Eldest Young Master Qin, tell me, between the two of us, who will find him first?”
Qin Yizhou certainly couldn’t believe Li Qiulan’s one-sided story. His brows furrowed tighter. “Why should I believe you?”
“Heh…”
“Believe it or not, it’s up to you. Your trust is not important to me.” Li Qiulan leaned back in his chair, his tone nonchalant. “But he really escaped. You can go check the surveillance at the station…”
Speaking of this, Li Qiulan’s eyes turned gloomy. He saw in the surveillance that the dog, Mo Zeyan, actually supported Brother’s arm.
Really, so angry!
Qin Yizhou tapped his fingertips lightly on his knee. Calling people to search the manor directly wasn’t realistic. Since Li Qiulan told him to check the station surveillance, Shen Tangqing had likely really escaped…
Considering for a moment, he decided to go back and check first.
“Fine, I’ll believe Young Master Li this once.” He stood up, his gaze sweeping over Li Qiulan. “I hope I don’t have to come find Young Master Li a second time.”
After speaking, a perfunctory smile hooked his lips. “I believe Young Master Li doesn’t want to see me again either.”
Li Qiulan glanced at him coldly and looked away, obviously not wanting to waste more words on him.
…
After Qin Yizhou left, the huge living room became quiet again.
Li Qiulan turned his wheelchair and stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his unfocused gaze falling on the distant woods.
This was the third day Shen Tangqing had left.
Miss him—
Want to catch him back,
F*ck
him
to
death.
This thought, like a poppy, grew madly in his heart, almost swallowing all his reason.
Meanwhile, Mo Zeyan, who had returned to the US, saw the surveillance app on his phone disappear. He guessed that Shen Tangqing had likely discovered something.
He couldn’t help chuckling lightly, leaning back on the sofa in his study, muttering to himself.
“Guard is quite high.”
His fingertip slid across the phone screen, a trace of interest flashing in his eyes.
“However, as long as you use the ID card and the money in the card, I can always find you.”
Of course, Shen Tangqing knew nothing of this.
He was currently holding a stick of tanghulu (candied hawthorn), wandering through the market. Not shopping in a mall, but attending a rural fair.
Unlike big cities where street vending wasn’t allowed, the old town had a whole street full of stalls. Various snacks, treats, as well as stalls selling clothes, shoes, and daily necessities; it was very complete.
The aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, the sweetness of stir-fried chestnuts, the shouting of peddlers, and the bargaining of customers mixed together, full of the breath of life. Plus, with the Spring Festival approaching, there were many people at the fair, making it even livelier.
Shen Tangqing had lived the life of a young master who had everything handed to him for a few months. Suddenly coming to this slow-paced small county town, he was a bit unaccustomed to it the first two days. But now, he felt he had integrated.
Actually, life here was better than in his real world. No work pressure, temporarily no financial pressure; it was quite leisurely. However, he planned to find a relaxed job to get by after the New Year if the system hadn’t returned yet. He couldn’t just sit and eat until the mountain of wealth was empty, after all, he didn’t know how long he would live here.
When he returned home, Shen Tangqing carried two big bags of things; they were the “New Year’s goods” he bought.
For the next few days, he didn’t go out again. He stayed at home watching TV and playing games; life was quite carefree.
As the New Year’s bell rang, the first firework was set off by the riverbank…
Shen Tangqing sat blankly by the window. This was the first New Year he spent in this small world. Just like in the real world, he was still alone.
The difference was, in this small world, he had friends. Mo Zeyan told him not to contact them, but actually, even if he wanted to contact them, he couldn’t. He didn’t remember their phone numbers at all.
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