Chapter 12: If He Was This Good When Awake, How Nice Would That Be!
As Shen Yanzhou spoke, he kicked Shen Yanhui in the shoulder.
Shen Yanhuiās body fell heavily to the ground, his head hitting the hard concrete floor, instantly bleeding.
Shen Yanzhou lifted his chin toward the bodyguard beside him. “Pull out the fingernails of both his hands.”
The bodyguard nodded upon hearing the order.
He took a pair of small, sharp pliers from the torture rack nearby.
This was the place where Shen Yanzhou specifically carried out private punishments. Knives, spears, swords, and halberdsāeverything was there.
Shen Yanhui was shaking like a sieve with fear.
“No, no!”
Two bodyguards squatted down; one restrained his body, and the other pried open one of his hands tied behind his back.
He clamped the pliers onto his thumbnail.
With a little force.
“Ahā” A squeal like a slaughtered pig shook the warehouse as if it trembled.
Shen Yanzhou took out another cigarette, tilted his head slightly, and lit it.
“Continue.”
Another scream of heart-wrenching pain.
“Stop pulling! I beg you, stop! Shen Yanzhou! I’ll talk! I’ll say everything!” Shen Yanhuiās throat was hoarse, gasping for air roughly.
Shen Yanzhou raised his hand, and the bodyguards stopped their movements.
“We were refining the ghost… to, to deal with you…”
“But this matter was the Young Uncle’s idea! I was just the errand boy! Number Five, I beg you, for the sake of our brotherhood, spare me!”
Shen Yanhui didn’t care about anything anymore.
He couldn’t bear the pain of ten fingers connected to the heart.
He could only confess truthfully and drag Shen Jun down with him to lighten his own guilt.
Hearing this, Shen Yanzhou didn’t seem surprised.
In fact, he had already guessed that the mastermind was Shen Jun.
This morning, after leaving the nursing home, he sent his trusted special assistant, Yue Ping, to check who had tipped off the Old Master.
Yue Ping quickly found out that only his Young Uncle, Shen Jun, had called the Old Master last night.
And last night, after Lin Yuan went down the mountain, he walked a short distance along the national highway at the foot of the mountain before getting into the car.
If someone hadn’t been deliberately tracking him, it would have been impossible to discover his existence so quickly.
Shen Yanzhou concluded that the Young Uncle must have had people watching Lin Yuan for a long time.
He was very likely the black hand behind the whole thing.
So hearing Shen Yanhui say this now was within his expectations.
Shen Yanzhou looked slightly satisfied, his brow raising slightly.
“Fourth Cousin, if you had said so earlier, you wouldn’t have lost two fingernails for nothing.”
Just when Shen Yanhui finally breathed a sigh of relief, Shen Yanzhou changed the subject.
“However, you say it was Young Uncle’s idea. Without evidence, how can I believe you?”
“That Master was Young Uncle’s man!” Shen Yanhui shouted anxiously.
After shouting, he realized that the Master had already been silenced.
Dead men tell no tales!
So that cunning Young Uncle killed the Master with this intention as well!
Shen Yanzhou didn’t speak, just stared at him coldly.
Shen Yanhui panicked. “Number Five, believe me! This really was Shen Jun’s idea! If you don’t believe me, I can confront him face to face!”
Shen Yanzhou rubbed his chin. “In that case, I’ll dial Young Uncle, and you two can talk.”
As he spoke, he took out his phone and dialed a number.
From the other end came a voice that was cold and slightly rasping.
“Yanzhou, it’s so late. Is something wrong?”
“Young Uncle, sorry to disturb you. Fourth Cousin has something to say to you.”
He then held the phone to Shen Yanhuiās mouth.
Shen Yanhui, no longer caring about the embarrassment of tearing off the mask, yelled, “Young Uncle, that matter… the matter of refining the ghost, was it your idea?”
On the other end, Shen Jun’s voice was unruffled. “Yanhui, what are you saying? It’s the middle of the night; why are you talking about gods and ghosts?”
“Young Uncle, stop pretending!” Shen Yanhui was flustered and exasperated. “Refining a ghost to deal with Shen Yanzhou was clearly your idea; the Master was your man too…”
Shen Jun interrupted him coldly. “Shen Yanhui! I’ll say it again, I don’t know what you are talking about! If there is nothing else, I’m hanging up!”
“Young Uncle, you…”
Shen Yanhui wanted to say more, but the phone had already been hung up.
He looked at Shen Yanzhou with a face full of fear and trembling.
“Number Five, I…”
Shen Yanzhou pursed his lips and waved his hand. “Young Uncle has always been calculating and deep. Without evidence, he naturally won’t admit it.”
Shen Yanhui nodded repeatedly. “Yes, yes, Yanzhou, he is too cunning!”
Shen Yanzhou leaned over, helped Shen Yanhui up from the ground, and gently dusted the dirt off his shoulder with his fingers.
“Fourth Cousin, you are right. We are brothers.”
“Since you were also bewildered by Young Uncle in this matter, then let’s just let it go.”
As he spoke, he signaled the bodyguards with his chin. “Untie him.”
The bodyguards came over and untied the ropes on Shen Yanhui.
“This page is turned,” Shen Yanzhou said, patting his shoulder. “We are still brothers in the future.”
Shen Yanhui, having survived a disaster, was full of gratitude and nodded repeatedly. “Mn, mn! Yes, yes, we are still brothers!”
“Yanzhou, then… can I go?” he asked cautiously.
Shen Yanzhouās lips curled into a warm smile. “Mn. Go.”
Shen Yanhui immediately turned his head and ran toward the warehouse door, stumbling along the way without looking back.
Shen Yanzhou gave a look to the bodyguards behind him. “Make it clean.”
Two bodyguards understood immediately and carefully followed him out.
In the early hours of the morning, Shen Yanzhou returned to the hospital.
He unlocked the padlock on the ward door and unwound the chain.
He walked in with light steps.
The ward was in night-light mode.
The IV drip was finished, and Lin Yuan was asleep on the bed.
Shen Yanzhou walked to the bedside and looked down at him.
He was truly asleep, not pretending to ignore him.
Shen Yanzhou watched and became entranced.
Sleeping Lin Yuan was so well-behaved and cute that it made one’s heart go soft.
Under the soft light, his small face was white with a hint of pink, and his long eyelashes cast a small, faint shadow on his under-eyes.
A small, perky nose, lips plump and pouty, the color much ruddier now.
Shen Yanzhou smiled without realizing it.
He wondered if kissing his lips again would make them even redder.
He moved the chair gently to the bedside and sat down.
Leaning his body slightly, one elbow resting on the bedside cabinet, hand propping up his head, he scrutinized the little person on the bed.
If he was this good when awake, how nice would that be!
Looking at the clock on the wall, it was approaching 3:00 AM.
Shen Yanzhou stared like this until drowsiness hit him.
When Lin Yuan woke up, it was past seven in the morning.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the man sitting beside him.
He was asleep, all the hostility around him retracted.
A smooth jawline, extremely superior features, and chestnut-brown wavy hair that looked very gentle.
The whole person looked as if he had walked out of a manga.
If one ignored what he had done to him, Lin Yuan felt he might have been charmed by this male demon.
But remembering the various tortures inflicted upon him, Lin Yuan immediately frowned, grinding his teeth with hate.
He suddenly realized that the lock on the main door must be open now.
While this demon hasn’t woken up, run quickly!
He lifted the sheet lightly, then got out of bed with very quiet movements.
Putting on his shoes, he turned on tiptoes to run toward the door.
The next second, a powerful large hand firmly clamped his waist.
A hoarse voice, unique to the early morning, was laced with a trace of coldness: “Going where?”
Shen Yanzhou opened his eyes. His eyes, rippling with moisture, should have been gentle, but right now, they appeared slightly gloomy and cold.
“Lin Yuan, want to run again?”
Lin Yuan was so scared his small face went white in an instant.
He shook his head repeatedly. “N-no… going to the toilet!”
Shen Yanzhou stood up and rubbed his temples.
One arm around his back, the other gathering his legs.
Without much effort, he scooped the person into a bridal carry.
“Why are you going crazy again early in the morning! Put me down!” Lin Yuan struggled in panic, trying to push him away.
But Shen Yanzhou bound him tightly.
Lowering his head, he whispered in his ear, “Your body has recovered enough. Let’s go home; I have a small gift for you.”
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