Chapter 35: Young Lady part 1
Qin Yichuan froze on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning.
A fleeting, scorching, and soft sensation had come from his Adam’s apple. Blood rushed to the top of his head in an instant before plummeting back down, leaving the deafening sound of his heartbeat echoing against his eardrums…
In the next second, the Jiang Zhaosheng in his arms seemed to be startled awake by his own unconscious action or the sudden proximity of an Alpha’s aura, and he began to struggle violently!
“Get… out…!”
His tone was cold and resolute, yet it carried an indescribable raspiness characteristic of someone in their heat.
His blue-green eyes were forced wide, shimmering with moisture, but they were filled entirely with hostility.
“Jiang Zhaosheng… you’re in… heat.”
Qin Yichuan spoke in his usual somewhat clumsy and anxious tone, scrambling to pin down the man’s flailing arms while fearing he might hurt him.
A Beta having a heat was something difficult for ordinary people to imagine, but Qin Yichuan had seen Jiang Zhaosheng’s medical reports and knew his constitution was special.
The rich rose fragrance made him lightheaded. In a slip of the tongue, he hit one of Jiang Zhaosheng’s sore spots. Seeing the repulsion in Jiang Zhaosheng’s eyes, Qin Yichuan felt a surge of panic.
Just as he waited for a slap to fall or for insults to fly, Jiang Zhaoshengâwhether out of sheer anger or because his brain was fried by the feverâactually didn’t refute his words.
“None of your business… Disgusting…”
Jiang Zhaosheng panted, his body trembling even more violently due to his resistance.
“Disgusting?” Qin Yichuan’s voice sank. It was as if a switch had been flipped; the man’s entire aura underwent an earth-shattering transformation.
Since that “game” in their childhood, Jiang Zhaosheng had always looked at him with that kind of expressionâas if he were some piece of filth stuck to the bottom of a shoe that couldn’t be shaken off.
It had been a summer afternoon wrapped in the chirping of cicadas, the air thick and sticky. The slide in the abandoned kindergarten was scorched hot by the sun.
A piece of news suddenly spread among their group: a newcomer was arriving. Supposedly, the Boss had brought him from a very, very far-off place where it snowed year-round, and he was exceptionally beautiful.
Qin Yichuan was the “child king” at the time. With a popsicle stick dangling from his mouth, he had scoffed at the ideaâhow good-looking could he really be?
Then, he saw him.
The young Jiang Zhaosheng wore a neat white short-sleeved shirt and suspender shorts. His black hair was soft, and his skin was white to the point of being nearly transparent, making him look like a snow elf who was completely out of place in this dusty, noisy environment.
The child, carved from jade and snow, was led by Shen Qimingâs subordinates as he stepped down from the luxury car. After that, he didn’t move a step, standing quietly in the distance and looking toward them.
Qin Yichuan could never forget the shock he felt when he saw those eyesâthey were a rare, clear blue-green. He wasn’t unfamiliar with blonde-haired and blue-eyed people, but those eyes reflected an indescribable brilliance whenever the sunlight passed over them.
The children had never seen such eyes before and were momentarily dazed.
Qin Yichuanâs heart skipped a beat. He didn’t even notice the melted popsicle water dripping onto his hand. From the very first moment he saw Jiang Zhaosheng, a strong sense of possessiveness arose: this beautiful new kid with glowing eyes belonged to him!
“The Head of the Shen family said you should interact more with peers your age for now.”
Jiang Zhaosheng nodded obediently, let go of the man’s hand, and walked toward them.
Qin Yichuan, like a hungry wolf, led a group of little followers to surround him.
“My name is Qin Yichuan. What’s yours?”
“Jiang Zhaosheng.”
“How old are you?”
“Nine.”
Qin Yichuan: “…!”
How was he a year older? He was about to tell Jiang Zhaosheng to call him “Brother,” but the answer left him stifled. He could only stiffen his neck to hide his embarrassment.
Furthermore, the kids around them were staring at the new little person like hungry dogs, practically drooling. Not only was the prestige he had established being lost, but why should a newcomer get to play with everyone?
Jiang Zhaosheng was his; he wanted to monopolize this person.
And so, Qin Yichuan made a decision he would regret for the rest of his life.
He announced in a way he thought was majestic:
“You’ll play the Princess!”
Then, with a stiff neck, he shoved a bow tie into those fair little hands. As soon as he did, the group of boys behind him began to let out strange, hooting cries.
“You’re the prettiest! You have to be the Princess! I’m the Prince; I’ll come to save you!”
Little Jiang Zhaoshengâs beautiful blue-green eyes blinked. He didn’t seem to understand what was being said, but his upbringing told him to express gratitude when complimented on his looks. So, he looked at Qin Yichuan and said politely in a tone that didn’t match his age:
“…Thank you.”
The other’s palm was sweaty. Jiang Zhaosheng gave a slight struggle with the hand the bow had been shoved into. The movement was very light, but Qin Yichuan felt that subtle resistance.
This resistance ignited a sadistic urge in Qin Yichuanâs heart.
Without a word of explanation, he picked up a piece of plastic rope and walked up to Jiang Zhaosheng, who was currently surrounded by others trying to strike up a conversation. Grinning like a sleazy villain from a TV drama, he said:
“Want to play a game with us?”
This kind of plastic rope was commonly used on construction sites. Before being knotted, it was just a straight, thin piece of plasticâtransparent and harmless. Jiang Zhaosheng had naturally never seen such a thing and nodded with curiosity and anticipation:
“I do.”
His blue-green eyes looked at him expectantly, like gems shining in the sun.
However, Qin Yichuan grabbed his arm and quickly tied Jiang Zhaoshengâs slender wrist to the iron bar of the slide.
Before Jiang Zhaosheng could understand what was happening, Qin Yichuan had already turned around:
“Alright! None of you are allowed to save him yet! Not until I defeat the monsters!”
Little Tyrant Qin Yichuan announced. He turned and plunged into the chaotic scuffle with the other boys who were vying to be the “Prince” and save the “Princess.” He fought until dust flew and his head was covered in sweat, feeling incredibly majestic.
Boys of that age were ridiculously stupid, only caring about showing off their own prowess. They didn’t know how to show care or affection, so they naturally and intentionally ignored the “Princess” behind them, who was tied up and being far too quiet.
When he finally knocked everyone else down and returned triumphantly, panting, to untie his “Princess,” he was still shouting:
“My Young Lady, tired of waiting? This Prince has come to save you!”
As soon as he finished, he frozeâJiang Zhaoshengâs pale, slender wrists were covered in red marks from trying to break free of the rope, and a layer of skin had even been scraped off by the rusty railing.
Qin Yichuanâs voice didn’t interrupt Jiang Zhaoshengâs struggle. He seemed trapped in his own world… frowning, he tugged at the plastic rope almost masochistically, even lowering his head to bite at it. His clean, neat white shirt was a mess, and the strap of his suspenders had slid off his shoulder. His eyelids were very thin, and the area around his eyes was redâit was unclear if it was from pain or anger.
Seeing this scene, Qin Yichuan couldn’t even speak. He clumsily worked at the dead knot in the plastic rope, failing to notice that the calm in the beautiful blue-green eyes of the person he called “Young Lady” had finally shattered.
It was replaced by the fire of humiliated rage.
A drop of cold water hit the back of his hand. Qin Yichuan thought it was his own sweat and hurriedly wiped his forehead, only to realize he hadn’t been sweating that much.
It was Jiang Zhaosheng’s tear.
He dared not look at the boy even more, muttering “sorry” as his own fingers turned purple from the strainâfinally, with the effort of both children, the plastic rope snapped.
Before Qin Yichuan could pick up the dirty bow tie that had fallen to the ground, Jiang Zhaosheng suddenly snatched the sturdy tree branch that was serving as Qinâs “holy sword” and began to strike him relentlessly!
The force was entirely unlike that of a porcelain doll; he aimed specifically for the head and face, carrying a long-suppressed fury from being tied up under the sun!
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