After the Straight Man Cannon Fodder Was Targeted by the Perverted Crazies Chapter 99 (vol. 1)

Chapter 99: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (99)

The elevator doors slowly closed. The tension in Li Qiulan’s back instantly collapsed. He leaned against the wheelchair, the hatred in his eyes gradually fading, leaving only a barren sense of confusion.

The elevator arrived at the second floor, the doors opening with a “ding”. Li Qiulan sat up straight, maneuvering his wheelchair slowly toward Shen Tangqing’s room.

Pushing the door open, Shen Tangqing was sitting by the window, his gaze falling outside, lost in thought. Hearing the commotion, he turned his head. The coldness in his eyes was like a layer of ice, completely devoid of warmth. After merely a second, he slowly withdrew his gaze, turning back to the window, leaving Li Qiulan with only a cold back.

He didn’t even have the desire to look at Li Qiulan right now. When he woke up this morning, he realized a black ankle ring had been placed on his foot at some unknown point. It was completely different from the one at the manor; this one required a key to open. The ankle ring seemed to constantly remind him of his current situation, leaving him with an impotent rage.

…

Li Qiulan wasn’t angry. He quietly moved forward, stopping three steps away from Shen Tangqing. He sat quietly in his wheelchair, looking at his back. Sunlight spilled through the window, coating the tips of Shen Tangqing’s hair with a layer of gold. It was clearly a warm scene, yet it exuded an indescribable alienation.

At this moment, Li Qiulan suddenly felt a profound sadness. He felt an overwhelming powerlessness, as if no matter how hard he tried, he could never walk into Shen Tangqing’s heart. His gaze landed on Shen Tangqing’s profile, and the hand gripping the armrest of the wheelchair quietly tightened. A trace of paranoia flashed in his eyes. So what? Even if I can never walk into his heart, I will never let go.

…

Shen Tangqing didn’t know how long he had been locked up here. From the first day he arrived until now, Li Qiulan had kept him locked in this room. He sat by the window, numbly watching the sun rise and set. The room slowly plunged into darkness, exuding an oppressive, dead silence.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when the room door was pushed open. Li Qiulan had returned. Seeing the pitch-black room, he couldn’t help but frown. He turned on the lights, and the room instantly became as bright as day. His gaze fell on Shen Tangqing’s back. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. “Brother, why didn’t you turn on the lights?”

Shen Tangqing didn’t turn around, nor did he pay him any attention. There was a faint sound in the room—the sound of the wheelchair gliding across the floor…

“Aunt Zhang said you ate very little tonight, Brother. Was the food not to your liking?” Li Qiulan’s voice drew closer and closer to Shen Tangqing. Shen Tangqing still didn’t reply, numbly staring out the window.

The wheelchair stopped beside Shen Tangqing. Li Qiulan held a slice of cake in his hand. Looking at Shen Tangqing’s profile, his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. “Does Brother not even bother to look at me now?”

The only response was a long silence. A flash of sinister coldness appeared in Li Qiulan’s eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. He handed the small cake to Shen Tangqing, his voice soft and gentle. “Brother, happy birthday.”

In the next second, the piece of cake was ruthlessly swatted to the floor by Shen Tangqing. The porcelain plate shattered into pieces, and the cake inside was smashed beyond recognition.

“Get out…” Shen Tangqing finally turned his head, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

Li Qiulan’s hand froze in midair. A moment later, he twitched his lips, squeezing out a stiff smile. “It’s fine if Brother doesn’t want to eat the cake…” As he spoke, he took out a jade pendant from his pocket. “Brother, it’s a birthday present. Let me put it on you, okay?”

Shen Tangqing recognized this jade pendant; Li Qiulan always kept it close to his body.

In the next second, Shen Tangqing once again swatted his hand away. The jade pendant fell to the floor, making a sharp, crisp sound.

“Get out, I don’t want to see you.”

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Li Qiulan stared blankly at the cracked jade pendant on the floor. His initially expectant eyes were now covered with a layer of weary haze. At this moment, his heart seemed to have shattered along with it. After a moment, he bent down and picked up the cracked jade pendant. He gripped it tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

He suddenly gave a low chuckle. In the quiet room, the suppressed laughter rolling from his throat carried a somewhat eerie quality. He looked at Shen Tangqing and spoke slowly, word by word. “Brother, you always challenge my patience with you… Am I not treating you well enough? Besides not giving you this so-called freedom, haven’t I yielded to you in every other way? You told me not to touch you, and I haven’t dared to touch a single finger of yours…”

Li Qiulan finished speaking, giving Shen Tangqing a deep look. “I’ve endured it so bitterly, Brother. If my concessions can’t exchange for even a single trace of a good face from you, then… I’d rather you hate me.”

As his words fell, he stood up from the wheelchair. His tall figure cast a shadow down, looking down at Shen Tangqing from above. Shen Tangqing finally looked directly at Li Qiulan. It seemed he had specially dressed up. He wasn’t wearing his usual loungewear, but a dark gray shirt with the collar slightly unbuttoned, revealing clear collarbones. He wore black armbands on his arms, and a black leather belt tightly cinched his waist. He even wore a black necklace. The abstinence exuded a dangerous tension.

Seeing that Shen Tangqing was finally willing to look directly at him, Li Qiulan’s dark expression softened a bit. He bent down and hugged Shen Tangqing. “Brother, it’s your birthday today, I want to…”

Before he could finish, Shen Tangqing forcefully pushed him away. “Li Qiulan, you really disgust me.”

The momentum pushed Li Qiulan back a step. His face completely darkened, his Adam’s apple bobbing involuntarily. Already terribly stressed over the Qin family matters, being pushed away by Shen Tangqing once again caused his pent-up emotions to completely erupt. He took a step forward, grabbing Shen Tangqing without another word, pinning him down on the sofa.

The two began fighting on the not-so-spacious single sofa.

…

The second Li Qiulan let go of Shen Tangqing, the metallic taste of rust in his mouth made Shen Tangqing bend over and dry heave uncontrollably.

Li Qiulan’s face instantly turned freezing cold. He stood to the side, looking expressionlessly at Shen Tangqing. Only after Shen Tangqing stopped did he speak coldly, his voice full of mockery. “It seems I really was too gentle. Brother hasn’t even gotten used to it yet…”

The small bell jingled crisply, mixed with Shen Tangqing’s angry curses.

“Li Qiulan, you pervert, you madman…”

“Get the hell out…”

“Don’t fucking touch me…”

“…”

It wasn’t until Shen Tangqing was completely overpowered by Li Qiulan (omitted), completely unable to struggle anymore, that with red eyes, in utter despair, he groped for the white porcelain nightlight nearby…

Smash—

After the heavy thud, the room fell into complete dead silence. Warm blood slid down Li Qiulan’s forehead, dripping one drop at a time onto Shen Tangqing’s face. The scalding temperature made Shen Tangqing tremble uncontrollably.

[Translator’s Note: Ankle ring is automatically translated as ankle chain in context.]