Chapter 14: Bro, Eye Problems? The More He Looked, the More He Doubted His Life…
What does it feel like to finish slaughtering everyone in sight, only to look up and bump into the “paper man” you used to like, who is now your (trial version) fiancé?
Le Can didn’t know how others would feel, but he truly felt—
—The sky was falling!
He reflexively wanted to facepalm, but the moment he raised his hand, his line of sight unfortunately aligned perfectly with a certain shiny “lethal weapon.”
The brand-new silver dining knife had no patterns on its surface; under the light, its smooth, metallic surface gleamed. It was practically a uniquely shaped small silver mirror, reflecting light even brighter than the lamps overhead.
Le Can’s wrist jerked violently: !
Clearly holding metal cutlery, it felt like he had touched something scalding hot, and his hand quickly released and recoiled.
With a crisp clatter, the steak knife, its tip flashing with a cold glint, fell onto the redwood floor. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it even bounced twice with a ding-ling-clang.
Le Can’s scalp tightened, and his temples throbbed incessantly.
After two seconds of silence, he finally closed his eyes, maintaining a serene expression as if ascending to heaven, and slowly retracted his right foot, which was still stepping on Le Wenxin’s stomach.
However, when the sole of his foot landed, he happened to step on the dining knife lying on the floor. When he shifted his foot, he accidentally kicked it under the cabinet… Whatever.
Speaking of the cabinet, Le Can looked everywhere—at the ceiling, at the floor—except at the mess in front of him.
However, the overpowering smell of alcohol filling the room and the turbid liquor flowing freely on the floor reminded Le Can of one thing.
—His persona in front of Xi Yun had completely collapsed!
One collapse led to another; everything had collapsed…
Although Le Can hadn’t planned to pretend for very long, everyone knows who is safer to keep under their eyelids: a thorny problem or someone soft and harmless.
He was still counting on following Xi Yun to make big money. Look, he had even secured the principal today. He couldn’t fail at the final step, could he?!
The panic of not being able to make money made Le Can hesitate to move forward.
What he absolutely didn’t know was that his unfounded “soft bun” persona had been punctured early on by three short inner thoughts.
Soft and easily bullied? Submissive?
Perhaps only during their first meeting did Xi Yun’s impression of Le Can have any relation to these two words. Afterward, including his performance today, Le Can had absolutely nothing to do with these descriptors.
Moreover, following the successive calls from Aunt Liang and Uncle Zhao, Xi Yun had rushed over in a hurry, forgetting the white silk ribbon that usually covered his eyes…
Unlike his own wheat-colored skin, or that kid Yuan Cheng’s deliberately tanned face, Le Can, who had intruded into their view, was closer to suet white jade—warm in texture and creamy as congealed fat.
From the moment he entered, a hasty glance caught the only soft, delicate whiteness amidst the redwood furniture.
Xi Yun confirmed once again that his ability, which operated normally outside, would unreasonably activate whenever he encountered this person in front of him. So, following the principle of “see no evil,” he turned his gaze away and didn’t look again.
So, regarding Le Can’s worry about how long the Male Lead looked?
Did he see everything?
Actually, Xi Yun had only taken that single glance from beginning to end.
And the focus of that glance wasn’t on the persona Le Can thought he had, nor on Le Wenxin struggling for help…
Compared to Le Can and Xi Yun, who dared not look directly at each other for various reasons, Yuan Cheng was much more open.
From the moment he entered and was nearly knocked out by the explosively strong smell of alcohol, to seeing the wine glasses and bottles shattered all over the floor, and finally spotting Le Wenxin, whose fate was unknown behind a pile of “ruins.”
What does “dumbstruck” and “gape-mouthed” look like? That was exactly what Yuan Cheng looked like right now.
He looked up and down repeatedly, his gaze alternating between the heavily-built Le Wenxin and the scrawny Le Can.
The more he looked, the more he doubted his life.
In the end, the still-disbelieving Yuan Cheng concluded with certainty: Le Wenxin must be too weak!
“Leaving?”
Xi Yun didn’t let the awkward silence last long.
Le Can, who was looking down to transfer money to the great hero Uncle Zhao, froze for a second upon hearing this.
Uncle Zhao had just sent a long paragraph of text to their chat box. Xi Yun’s question was unexpected, so Le Can could only scan it briefly without reading many words clearly before locking his phone screen.
His hand, fingertips still stained with dried blood, tightened around the phone before lowering it.
Its owner slowly raised his head to look at the person asking the question in a calm tone. His expression, which had settled down, now carried a hint of strangeness.
Is Xi Yun not planning to be the hero who draws his sword to help the uneven road?
Le Can considered for a moment, then tentatively confessed, “I’m still missing one last thing. I planned to go back after getting it.”
Xi Yun seemed truly intent on not interfering in “other people’s family affairs.” He nodded. “Need help?”
Le Can’s heart instantly settled.
The thin young man standing quietly on the redwood floor smiled, his beautiful peach-blossom eyes curving with an inexplicably deep affection. “Sure.”
Breakfast was exquisite, but after a round of warm-up exercises, Le Can’s heart and stomach had long drifted toward Aunt Liang’s exclusive secret braised duck.
In short: Hungry.
Low battery, reverting to a lazy state of not wanting to move. Since someone offered to do the work, he was naturally ten thousand percent willing.
Le Can took two steps away from the glass shards, grabbed a chair casually, and draped himself unconventionally over the back of it.
“The item should be in the second room on the left upstairs,” he said, smiling as he tilted his head, which was resting on the chair back.
“It’s easy to recognize. An old leather suitcase, about this high and this long.”
He reached out to roughly gesture the size, a square-ish rectangle.
While waiting for the two people opposite him to understand, Le Can hesitated and added two more sentences: “If I remember correctly, the suitcase has four locks on it, front and back.”
“Yeah, the kind of iron locks that need keys to open.”
Hearing this, Xi Yun remained as calm as ever, but Yuan Cheng’s expression became somewhat meaningful.
Who keeps things at home locked with four big iron locks? No wonder Le Can came back with nothing but knives…
Le Can didn’t intend to elicit pity by saying this. It was purely because if the suitcase was still there, it would be exactly as he described.
Earlier, when he confronted Le Ruisi face-to-face, unceremoniously mocking his good cousin for liking to steal other people’s things, it wasn’t fake, nor was there any exaggeration.
The “others” here didn’t correspond to just one or two specific people. Le Ruisi was naturally jealous and predatory by nature; his victims weren’t just one or two either.
It was just unfortunate that the “Little Soft Bun” ranked number one among the people he liked to bully.
Among the people Le Can had known in the past, probably only his former “green tea” scum friend Dan Man could rival him.
This type of person had an extremely strong desire for control, and their competitiveness was twisted to a terrifying degree. Perhaps you didn’t do anything out of line, but you were inexplicably hated.
Even though they possessed more and didn’t particularly lack or want the things they stole, they were just keen on doing it.
In his previous life, Dan Man stole his boyfriend and his designs, and even wanted to sell him off to some remote corner. In this life, Le Ruisi loved to steal everything of “his.”
Le Can couldn’t understand the psychology of such people and simply, crudely categorized it as—sick!
Take this suitcase, for example. It had already been opened and stripped of all valuable items. Yet, after the “Little Soft Bun” was kicked out of this house, Le Ruisi still took away his last sentimental attachment.
Pure, unadulterated sickness!
Le Can had been blind to Dan Man’s sickness before. Encountering Le Ruisi, who was equally sick, he naturally had to give him plenty of “care and love.”
See? The first steak knife and the final “follow-up stab” were all carefully prepared for him.
After describing the approximate location and appearance of the item, Le Can looked hopefully at Xi Yun, who had offered to help. But after a couple of glances, he keenly noticed something strange about the Male Lead.
It wasn’t exactly strange… but who stares motionlessly at the floor while listening to someone speak?
Le Can even curiously glanced at where Xi Yun’s gaze landed—bare floorboards and a carpet with intricate, exquisite patterns?
Bro, eye problems?
Oh wait, Xi Yun’s eyes did have problems.
Just as Le Can was dawdling, hesitating whether he should go himself and not trouble the visually impaired Xi Yun…
Suddenly, a uniquely cool and magnetic voice belonging to Xi Yun rang out: “Yuan Cheng, you go.”
Yuan-Something, the bystander named: ?
After confirming this cruel fact with his eyes, Yuan Cheng cast a final pained look at his own brother and, with a heavy heart, took the stairs two or three at a time.
Who acted as the free driver when his brother rushed out in a panic? (Mist)
Who volunteered to be the free locksmith when his brother didn’t have the key to open the door? (Mist)
And who was dragged out to be the free delivery boy when his brother was being solicitous? (Heavy Mist)
Oh, it was him, this worthless brother.
Le Can, inexplicably feeling a chill down his spine: Guiltily touches nose.JPG
Yuan Cheng clearly hadn’t said a word standing there, but once his figure disappeared into the stairwell, the quiet Le Can stole a glance at the equally silent Xi Yun.
A silent awkwardness spread between the two.
Le Can bit his dry lower lip. After thinking for a long time, he finally found a topic to break the strange situation.
“Xi Yun, cough, how did you come here?”
Since the Male Lead tacitly allowed him to act alone today, he naturally wouldn’t have tastelessly sent someone to tail him. And the only ones who knew he returned to the Le family were Aunt Liang and Uncle Zhao…
As Le Can expected, without any hesitation, Xi Yun answered frankly, “It was Aunt Liang and Uncle Zhao who called.”
With no surprises or twists, Le Can silently let out an “Oh.”
“They were afraid you’d suffer a loss.”
Actually, it wasn’t just that, but Xi Yun only said that much.
At the words “suffer a loss,” Le Can couldn’t help but chuckle. Given the posture he had when leaving the house, it was hard to say who would be the one suffering a loss!
The reality wasn’t far from Le Can’s inner monologue; one could only say he understood himself very well.
Although Xi Yun spoke lightly, Aunt Liang and Uncle Zhao had been extremely anxious and worried on the phone, so panicked that even their voices were trembling!
A perfectly good child going home with sharp, handy knives, smiling more creepily than a homicidal maniac in a movie.
Even so, Aunt Liang and Uncle Zhao—one handing over the knife, the other acting as an “accomplice”—didn’t object or provoke him to his face, all thanks to their outstanding professional capabilities.
Once they saw Le Can off, they couldn’t hold back and made N distress calls to their employer.
Xi Yun, who had gained insight into Le Can’s inner thoughts beforehand, didn’t believe he would be an “outlaw.” Yet, upon hearing the phone call, he immediately postponed everything at hand and rushed to the Le family home.
Xi Yun couldn’t be sure of his truest thoughts at the time, but what he was certain of was that before determining why Yuan Cheng would meet with an accident, Le Can couldn’t have any problems.
However, seeing the youth who hadn’t suffered a single loss but was instead vivid and spirited… Le Can, busy collecting money, didn’t see it, nor did Yuan Cheng, who was peering from behind to eat melons, notice—Xi Yun chuckled softly.
As for whether it was a misunderstanding or mental activity, there was no need to voice these things and add to the troubles.
“Will we go home first in a while?”
He hadn’t even eaten yet, and Le Can was already missing Aunt Liang’s braised duck and dinner. Even at this time—oh, it was only just past three o’clock…
Hearing the word “home,” a shallow ripple appeared in Xi Yun’s silver-gray eyes, but he still vetoed it without pause.
“There’s still something to do at the auction house. Yuan Cheng might need to send me back first before he can take you home.”
Hearing this, Le Can hurriedly waved his hand. “Then forget it. How about I just take a taxi back myself?”
Waiting two seconds without hearing a reply, the youth let out a light tsk. It was soft, but Xi Yun still heard it.
“Or, Fiancé, would you mind if I took a tour of your workplace?”
Le Can knew his status was very awkward. It was best to make the Male Lead retreat in the face of difficulty and just let him go back to gnaw on duck necks, duck collarbones, duck wings…
Unexpectedly, the corners of Xi Yun’s mouth curved up silently: “It would be my honor.”
This time, the tsk by his ear was even louder, as if specifically meant for someone to hear.
Le Can: The Male Lead never plays by the rules, what to do? Waiting online, quite urgent, because I need to rush back for dinner.
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Xi Yun: Smile.
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