Chapter 12: Have You Acted Out Enough of This Deep Affection? Le Can Personally, for Free…
Thanks to the Uncle and his wife’s penchant for extravagant and gaudy luxury, this imitation Baroque high-backed chair was perfectly suited for stabbing knives into.
Le Can lowered his eyes, looking perplexedly into Le Ruisi’s vacant gaze.
They were clearly just a pair of ordinary brown eyes; where was that terrifying, snake-like dark scrutiny from the “Little Soft Bun’s” memories?
Sure enough, even memories could be processed and distorted.
He scoffed lightly, dipping the pad of his finger into the fresh blood on the blade and smearing it onto his good cousin’s pale, trembling lips.
In the past, Le Ruisi had spent who knows how much money in private pursuing that “pale skin, red lips” aesthetic. For the sake of their kinship…
Le Can would personally gift him a session, free of charge.
The young man raised his hand to pinch the wide jaw—inherited directly from Le Wenxin—and tilted it slightly upward, smiling gently. “Cousin, do you like it?”
Witnessing this scene, Aunt Li Qianping’s face instantly flushed the color of pig liver.
“Ah! Le Can, you little bastard born of a mother but raised by no one! Let go of my son!!!”
Anger and domineering arrogance, perhaps mixed with a shred of maternal love, surged to her brain. Li Qianping seemed to have completely forgotten the danger Le Can had just displayed.
Abandoning her carefully maintained facade of a noble lady, she lunged—one hand grabbing for his hair, the other stabbing forcefully toward Le Can’s mouth.
Afraid he would spout more things he shouldn’t say? Then she shouldn’t have spoken without using her brain!
Le Can’s face, which had been wearing a faint smile, suddenly turned dark.
He abruptly raised a hand to swat away the vase Le Qiushan had hurled, then spun around agilely to dodge the lunging Li Qianping. Finally, with a single kick, he sent her precious son, Le Ruisi, sliding under the dining table!
With a loud crash, the antique vase Le Wenxin displayed for appearances shattered into debris on the floor. This old man, who was hiding in the back out of fear of death, let out a miserable scream, “My vase!”
Li Qianping, having missed her target, couldn’t stop her momentum and slammed into the hard back of a chair, letting out a muffled groan. Subsequently, hearing Le Wenxin’s voice, she couldn’t help but reflexively turn her head.
“Ah!”
The scream came to an abrupt halt.
A brand-new dining knife, right under Li Qianping’s gaze, came chopping down straight toward her face!
The person who had been jumping around just a moment ago suddenly resembled a chicken or duck hoisted up by its neck. Aside from a dry, agonizingly painful throat, she couldn’t utter a single sound.
She could only stare uncontrollably at the knife hovering just above the center of her brows, struggling to tense a body that refused to obey commands, praying it wouldn’t tremble any harder.
The sharpest tip of the dining knife had already sunk into the skin between Li Qianping’s brows. Red liquid slowly oozed from beneath the tip, gradually condensing into a bead of blood.
The moment she saw that smear of red, Li Qianping’s soul trembled. The usually shrewish woman proved even weaker than Le Ruisi, collapsing limply into his original seat.
No one had anticipated that Le Can actually had a second knife!
Le Qiushan and the other two, who had originally intended to help, couldn’t escape the instinct of self-preservation and froze in their seats, their legs turning to jelly.
A scene well within expectations.
Le Can scoffed and adjusted his grip on the dining knife.
The dull spine of the steak knife slid from the center of the Aunt’s brows, inching down to her cheek.
As the icy touch wandered across her face, Li Qianping shook like a sieve in fear.
She wasn’t just afraid that this nephew—whose eyes held no emotion, as if he had gone mad—would stab her in the throat. She was also terrified that her well-maintained face would be disfigured. If that happened, she truly wouldn’t be able to hold onto even a shred of Le Wenxin’s attention!
“Please,” Li Qianping began to beg, her voice trembling, “I was wrong, I was wrong…”
Feeling the hand holding the knife pause, the woman, face covered in tears and snot, suddenly felt a surge of hope.
“Le Can, I’ll kneel for you, yes! I’ll kneel right now, please, please don’t kill me!”
Li Qianping, her limbs weak, struggled carefully to slide down from the chair, desperately trying to prove the sincerity of her words.
Le Can had actually been expecting the Aunt to scream curses. After all, from childhood to adulthood, in the memories of the “Little Soft Bun,” she was cursing at every moment.
Yet what he got was an averted gaze and trembling pleas for mercy.
The anticipation vanished abruptly, and his originally decent mood turned dull and flavorless.
Displeased, Le Can pressed one hand on her shoulder, forcing Li Qianping back into her seat. Then, holding the dining knife in his other hand, he patted the Aunt’s cheek with the flat of the blade.
A soft sigh echoed in the deadly silent dining room.
“Aunt, you are always such a buzzkill…”
Before the sentence was finished, the new dining knife, brushing against the right side of Li Qianping’s neck, was slammed violently into the back of the chair.
With the blade facing inward, it cleverly combined with the dining knife on the left side of her neck—stained with her own son’s blood—to effectively “pin” her to the seat!
Having quickly dealt with two ghosts from the past, Le Can wasn’t that happy.
He stood up with a glum expression and walked slowly toward his Uncle, Le Wenxin, whose face was filled with terror.
Not to stab him again, but preparing to speak up and demand the return of some of the “Little Soft Bun’s” former belongings, along with ten million in startup capital.
That’s right, ten million.
Originally, Le Can’s bottom line had been five million, and he had only intended to take five million.
Although only one night had passed since the one hundred million was taken, the feast was laid out, so the bankruptcy crisis had likely been averted. It was hard to say how much of that one hundred million was left, but whatever remained would surely be guarded as precious as their own eyeballs.
It wasn’t that Le Can was afraid of these shameless people; he simply felt five million was enough. Besides, asking for too much might lead to them clinging to him, which would be bad luck and troublesome.
Even if the bulk of the one hundred million had been spent, he wasn’t in a rush. The Le family was like a centipede that dies but never freezes stiff; there would always be opportunities to claim it back bit by bit.
Moreover, Le Can knew very well that the Male Lead’s money wasn’t that easy to take. Before enough principal plus interest was returned, Xi Yun wouldn’t let Uncle Le’s family kick the bucket so easily.
But what Le Can hadn’t anticipated was that, even if he only wanted five million, before he could even speak, aggravating people and situations would still rush forward blindly, one after another.
Le Can was no longer just “not that happy”; he was genuinely displeased. The direct result of his displeasure was that the five million instantly doubled to ten million.
Ten million—not a penny more, not a penny less. If they couldn’t cough it up, they’d have to spit it out!
However, before Le Can could reach Le Wenxin, his good cousin Le Qiushan extended an arm from the side, blocking his path.
And Wu Weixing, who was rumored to have fallen in love with Le Qiushan at first sight, was half a beat slower in shielding his wife, looking disapprovingly at his cheap cousin-in-law.
“Le Le, tell me, why is this necessary? A family making a scene like this… it’s really too unsightly…”
Le Can couldn’t help but let out a scornful scoff through his nose.
Le Qiushan finally couldn’t hold back.
“Le Can, you ingrate! How has our family ever mistreated you in the past? You heartless, ungrateful wretch…”
She pushed away the arm blocking her, her eyes filled with rage and hatred, wishing they could transform into knives sharper than his to stab the Le Can opposite her into a hedgehog.
“Hey, wifey, wifey!”
Wu Weixing hurriedly grabbed Le Qiushan, who was about to lunge out. That impeccable display of deep affection made Le Can’s smile even more sardonic.
Deep affection between husband and wife?
Not necessarily.
“Have you acted out enough of this deep affection drama?” Le Can interrupted with a lack of interest. “If you’re done acting, get the hell out of my way. Good dogs don’t block the path.”
Wu Weixing and Le Qiushan instantly froze on the spot. Seeing their ugly expressions, Le Can’s mood improved just a tiny bit.
But there are always some people who can’t understand human language.
Or rather, perhaps they heard it, but they play dumb to continue being shameless.
Wu Weixing glanced at his wife Le Qiushan, whose hair at the temples was messy within his embrace, and recalled what she had said last night: “Since we could get one hundred million from Xi Yun through Le Can, naturally there will be two hundred million, three hundred million…”
“Le Le, you are still young, you don’t understand the importance of family backing, you…”
“I really don’t understand.” Le Can suddenly spoke up, admitting it.
As Wu Weixing looked over with a face full of smugness and agreement, he continued, “Or perhaps I should say, I don’t understand as well as you do, Brother-in-law.”
It was clearly a very normal sentence, but coming from Le Can’s mouth, it felt strange somehow.
Wu Weixing frowned, a flash of suspicion crossing his face. Le Can, however, wasn’t kind enough to leave the other party enough time to think; he unleashed his ultimate move directly.
“Previously, when I was working part-time at Mingjiu Mall, I saw Brother-in-law accompanied by a gentle and beautiful young lady.”
“No, I shouldn’t call her ‘young lady’ either. After all, the little boy she was holding by the hand was even older than Jiabao; he looked to be about four or five years old.”
Jiabao was the son Le Qiushan gave birth to the year before last—pregnant before marriage—and was also ostensibly Wu Weixing’s [only] son.
Le Can watched his good brother-in-law’s suddenly shifting gaze and his instantaneous reaction of looking at Le Qiushan. The corners of Le Can’s mouth curved up, but the depths of his eyes remained icy cold.
“Just as I was wondering why Brother-in-law was with this strange mother and son, that child actually called out a loud ‘Daddy’ to Brother-in-law.”
“Big Sister,” Le Can looked at Le Qiushan, who was gripping Wu Weixing’s arm so tightly her fingernails were sinking deep into his flesh.
“Tell me, was the child too young and mistook his father, or… was that Brother-in-law’s ‘family backing’ on the outside?”
“Wu Weixing!”
Before Le Can could voice his own interpretation, Le Qiushan suddenly went berserk, tearing into Wu Weixing.
Sharp fingernails turned into knives, carving streak after streak of red marks on Wu Weixing’s face and neck. “Wifey, wifey, listen to my explanation!”
“A five-year-old boy, a five-year-old boy, that was a five-year-old boy!”
Le Qiushan wished she could tear off the face of this man—who was often praised for loving his wife as much as his own life—and then carve out his heart and liver to see if they were red or black.
Although she had married Wu Weixing the year before last, he had chased her for a full four years prior to that. A five-year-old child meant that from the very beginning, everything that came out of this man’s mouth was a lie!
“Hahahahahaha, it’s all fake, it’s all fake!”
Le Qiushan fought ruthlessly, wanting to kill Wu Weixing. The two were tangled together, fighting in a ball. Naturally, there was no longer anyone blocking Le Can’s path to find Le Wenxin.
But even without the eyesores in the way, the person he was looking for wasn’t legless.
Le Can watched Le Wenxin’s sneaky retreating figure. Scanning his surroundings, he casually picked up a heavy ashtray and weighed it in his hand.
Swish—the sound of air breaking.
The glass ashtray smashed accurately onto Le Wenxin’s knee.
The rotund figure suddenly shortened. Le Wenxin, having successfully received the “Grand Gift of Kneeling in Pain,” grinned and grimaced in agony. Hugging his most painful knee tightly, he rolled around on the ground.
His posture of facing away had unwittingly turned into lying on his back.
When the pain slowly became bearable and he intended to continue fleeing, he looked up only to see Le Can standing right before him.
Le Wenxin: !!!
Le Wenxin was in disbelief; refusing to accept his fate, Le Wenxin braced his hands against the floor, trying to scoot backward.
Suddenly, he saw Le Can slowly extend the hand he had been keeping behind his back.
A shiny, brand-new dining knife reflected a soul-stealing gleam under the lights, and Le Wenxin’s heart gradually turned cold…
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