Chapter 82: Come Back to Beijing with Me
He continued speaking as he stood up and walked toward Wen Yuhuai. “You even used the first-aid kit. Did you apply the medicine for him?”
The kit used last night hadn’t been put away; it was still spread out on the sofa.
Wen Yuhuai’s lips curled into a casual smile. Intentionally stinging him, he said, “Of course. With so many injuries on his face that he couldn’t see himself, how could I just sit by and watch?”
Fu Xingjian finally stood before him. It was clear that the injuries on his own face hadn’t been treated at all, and the bruises were darkening.
Wen Yuhuai’s hand, hanging at his side, was seized with an undeniable force and pulled toward the sofa.
“If you don’t want anything to happen to Lin Shiyu, then be a good boy and apply the medicine for me.”
The expression on Wen Yuhuai’s face finally changed completely.
The two of them had been talking in the living room for so long without any sign of Lin Shiyu. He already had a bad premonition, but he hadn’t expected Lin Shiyu to have really fallen into his hands.
The fingers Fu Xingjian had around his wrist began to tighten. His voice carried a nonchalant ruthlessness. “Clearly, you were treating us both equally last night. I really want to know what conditions he promised you that allowed you two to reconcile so quickly.”
“If I agree to the same conditions, can we go back to how we were before?”
Wen Yuhuai was forcibly pressed onto the sofa. He chose not to make any pointless resistance and leaned back against the cushions, retorting sharply, “Go back to which ‘before’? When I used to call you ‘Brother’?”
Fu Xingjian stubbornly grabbed his hand to make him take a sterile cotton swab. “Are you still willing to call me ‘Brother’ now?”
Wen Yuhuai couldn’t pull his hand back, so he simply followed the man’s force and slammed the swab hard into his wound. “You have the fucking face to say that. If I really called you that, would you even dare to answer?”
The wound that was struck hard immediately split open. Blood flowed down his cheek, but he only touched it nonchalantly with his hand. A hint of nostalgia seemed to flash in his dark pupils. “Why wouldn’t I dare? We were so close back then. How did we end up like this today…”
How did we end up like this today?
It was because greed was at work in his heart. He didn’t want to be just an insignificant brother by his side anymore. He didn’t want to see him give anyone else that kind of smile that made one’s heart itch.
Wen Yuhuai was like a bird soaring freely in the sky; it made one want to catch him, break his wings, and force him to nestle only in one’s own palm.
Hearing these hypocritical words, Wen Yuhuai only found it laughable. Kidnapping, deception, imprisonment, molestation, attempted assault… after doing so many hateful things to him, he actually had the face to ask why they had reached this point.
Fu Xingjian also seemed to find his own words laughable. He let out a low laugh and finally released his hold on Wen Yuhuai. Mimicking his posture, he leaned back against the sofa. “Apply the medicine. Lin Shiyu is still waiting for you. Aren’t you worried about him?”
Wen Yuhuai’s chest heaved with rapid breaths. If looks could kill, Fu Xingjian would have been stabbed into a sieve.
With anger in his heart, his movements were naturally rough. Yet Fu Xingjian looked as if he were enjoying it, acting as if he felt no pain. He let Wen Yuhuai do as he pleased, panting like he was being pleasured, behaving utterly shamelessly.
Wen Yuhuai got goosebumps from his behavior. The moment he finished applying the medicine, he immediately moved away, full of wariness. “Where is he?”
Fu Xingjian opened his eyes, looking unsatisfied. He picked up his phone and made a call. “Bring him in.”
A moment later, the foyer door was opened from the outside. Several bodyguards walked in, escorting a tied-up Lin Shiyu.
Fortunately, there didn’t seem to be any new injuries on his face or body, though he looked quite wretched.
Noticing Wen Yuhuai’s gaze, Fu Xingjian pressed his tongue against his cheek and glanced over with indifferent eyes. “No need to look. I didn’t let anyone touch him.”
Without a word, Wen Yuhuai walked over and reached out to untie the ropes on Lin Shiyu.
The bodyguards, however, reached out to stop him.
Wen Yuhuai paused and turned back expressionlessly. Fu Xingjian’s lips curled into a casual smile as he asked leisurely, “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Wen Yuhuai’s hands at his sides instinctively clenched into fists. “You said you would let him go.”
Fu Xingjian raised an eyebrow, seemingly thinking for a moment before saying innocently, “Is that so? Did I say such a thing?”
Wen Yuhuai’s fists tightened; he wanted nothing more than to punch him through the white wall behind him. “What exactly do you want?”
Fu Xingjian rose from the sofa and walked unhurriedly to his side. “It’s very simple. As long as you agree to return to Beijing with me, I’ll have him released immediately.”
Beside them, the gagged Lin Shiyu struggled desperately. His tied hands were nearly chafed bloody, and his wide eyes were shot through with red capillaries. It took several people to hold him down.
Wen Yuhuai took a deep breath. His fists loosened and tightened repeatedly. Only after several repetitions did he finally look up at Fu Xingjian again. “What if I don’t agree?”
Fu Xingjian’s lips twitched into a somewhat helpless smile. “You should know that my goal is to take you back. I don’t actually care how I take you back. It’s best if you’re willing, but if not, I can just tie you up and take you back.”
“To me, there’s no difference between the two. But he, I suppose, will have to suffer a bit.”
Wen Yuhuai stood in place and took a deep breath, as if he had made a decision. He finally raised his head slowly. “I ag—”
Before he could finish, the door was kicked open from the outside. “Police! Drop your weapons! Give up resistance! Don’t move!”
Country M.
“Song, we’re about to graduate. Everyone is going to the weekend party, including those Chinese junior girls. Are you really not going?”
Song Xingmian remained focused on the phone in his hand, answering perfunctorily without looking back: “No.”
The person clearly didn’t want to give up and continued to persuade him: “Don’t you like Chinese girls? I can also find some white junior girls. Everyone is very open.”
Song Xingmian finally looked up impatiently. His exquisite features were filled with suppressed irritation and ruthlessness. “I said I’m not going. Can’t you understand fucking human speech?”
Fearing his methods and the power behind him, the person finally didn’t dare say more and left dejectedly.
Song Xingmian continued to bury his head in his phone, looking at the chat interface he had already scoured countless times.
Ever since he went abroad, his brother hadn’t replied to his messages, nor had he picked up his calls. Calculating the time, today was the New Year, and his brother still hadn’t replied to his New Year greetings.
Was he entangled by those shameless bastards again?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. His full lips were pressed tight. Song Xingmian finally couldn’t resist switching apps to look at flight tickets back home.
He had been away for so long; they should have lowered their guard by now. If he sneaked back home, surely he wouldn’t be stopped again?
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