On the fourth floor, Qu Xianfen was full of evil thoughts due to the inhumane abuse. Fan Jialuo, who had just stepped into his house, momentarily froze. After regaining his senses, he walked to the edge of the balcony and looked down along the vertical wall, only to see surging hostility and clouds of black mist in all directions. This place was really not suitable for the living.
Xu Yiyang moved a stool over and also leaned over the railing to look down, but was knocked on the head by his big brother.
“Children can’t do this, it’s dangerous. When I’m not at home, you’re not allowed to move the stool to the balcony.” Fan Jialuo carried him down and teased, “Have you gotten fatter? You’re like a weight now.”
Xu Yiyang hurriedly lifted up his t-shirt and pinched his round belly. He actually didn’t need to eat, and could sustain himself for a long time by just sucking a bit of yin qi from his big brother’s fingertips every day. The death energy spontaneously generated by his body would also be sucked away by his big brother, allowing him to maintain his normal human appearance.
After breathing in a little yin qi and exhaling a little death energy every day, he actually grew up and gained weight. His skin was white and tender, and his face and eyes were round, very pleasing to one’s eyes. Every time the teachers at school saw his current appearance, they would remember his past misery, and sigh that Mr. Fan was really good at taking care of people.
Xu Yiyang was always very proud to hear this, because his big brother was indeed great at taking care of people. He pinched the layer of swimming ring-like fat around his stomach and nodded with a smile. “I’m, fat.”
“It’s good for children to be fatter.” Fan Jialuo rubbed Xu Yiyang’s head, but he was a little distracted. This action reminded him of something.
“Fat, it, too!” Xu Yiyang pointed at the frog in the fish tank.
“Good, this task will be left to you.” Only then did Fan Jialuo come back to his senses. He took down the small bottle hanging on the balcony and handed it to the cheerful child. The mosquitoes inside were still alive, but they didn’t fly much, so they needed to be shaken a bit to stimulate them. Usually children wouldn’t do this kind of work, and they would be so scared they would cry, but Xu Yiyang found it very interesting. He and the frog were now the best of friends, and every day they would whisper together. He would speak slowly and quietly, while the frog would speak quickly and loudly, so the whole house was lively.
“Froggy, miss, us, today?”
“Croak!”
“We, also, miss you!
“Here, you, eat!”
“Croak croak croak!”
“Tomorrow, I’ll catch, crickets, for you!”
“Croak!”
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Fan Jialuo filled the bathtub while listening to the two little ones chatting, with a slight smile at the corners of his mouth. After filling up the big bathtub, he threw the two eyeballs into it. There was a soft plop, and the water in the bathtub began to ripple and grow cloudy. The water was stained a light gray, but a few minutes later, it was as black as ink, which was much quicker than Fan Jialuo lying in the bathtub by himself.
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Bai Mu already stood at the door waiting, and when he saw the other man, he strode up to meet him, adjusting his tie as if he was a bit nervous. That strange night appeared in his mind again, when the young man’s lips slowly pressed against his and sucked the gurgling cold current from his body.
The weakness and heat from that night had clearly passed, but it seemed to reappear at this moment, causing his lips and tongue to dry and his throat to tighten. His voice was particularly hoarse as he greeted, “Mr. Fan, long time no see. Tonight, Director Zhao and Direction Luo will be present, and I would like to introduce you to them. I intend to invest in the entertainment industry soon, so can you help me as a consultant?”
Bai Shi had never set foot in the entertainment industry. Bai Mu made this decision after he met Fan Jialuo, since he always felt like he had an obligation to assist him.
It was only now that Fan Jialuo realized the purpose of his invitation, and he immediately smiled and shook his head. “Thank you for your kindness, but I am not planning to shoot a movie. You should be more cautious about your investments. Let’s go in.” He entered the banquet hall naturally. Wearing an expensive suit, with a one in a million appearance and a graceful and elegant temperament, the concierge at the door didn’t even dare to ask him for an invitation.
Bai Mu hurriedly followed him, his gaze firmly fixed on the young man’s slender back.
As soon as Fan Jialuo stepped into the hall, he found a familiar person, whose attire was as luxurious as ever. The pure black three-piece suit was originally the most boring attire, but he adorned it with a deep purple silk tie and an silk handkerchief of the same color, with a strange folding method that made the two corners of the handkerchief protrude from the pocket like two sharp horns of the devil, exuding a fresh and dangerous atmosphere. He had combed all of his hair back to reveal his angular face, and his originally sharp aura was softened by a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, causing the people around him to not have the slightest self-awareness of the danger they were in.
He was constantly surrounded by people mingling and drinking, and whether they were businessmen, politicians, scholars, or artists, he could chat with all of them for a while. His erudition, elegance, gentleness, and humility endowed him with an extraordinary charm, and also enabled him to roam freely among the environment filled with fame and fortune like a fish in water. However, there was someone who looked at him with a guarded gaze and didn’t approach him actively, who had a very similar appearance to him.
“Dr. Song,” Fan Jialuo muttered a name to himself, but didn’t go over to chat, just observing him from a location neither near nor far.
Song Rui seemed to have noticed the other man’s guarded gaze, so he slowly walked over and greeted with a smile, “Elder brother, you’re here too.”
“Yes, I didn’t expect to meet you on this occasion.” The man was Song Wennuan’s older brother Song Zicheng, who was also Song Rui’s cousin. He seemed to be surprised to meet his cousin at such a flashy event, because according to his understanding of his cousin, the other was a standard scholar. He always lived in a simple and low-key manner and especially hated human interaction, but recently he often appeared in public. This behavior was a bit abnormal?
Thinking of this, the wariness in Song Zicheng’s eyes deepened and he said with a smile, “Are you still busy lately? I heard that you’re helping Nuan Nuan to record a show? I actually watched two episodes. The show’s ratings are high, but it’s also quite controversial. You were originally a scholar, so it’s not good to always be exposed to the camera. It’s impacting your reputation and isn’t good for your future academic research. If you can’t refuse her, then I’ll tell her for you, so that she doesn’t keep bothering you.”
All of Song Zicheng’s words seemed to be due to caring for his cousin, but their actual purpose was to prevent his sister from contacting him. Except for the carefree Song Wennuan, everyone in the Song family was wary, vigilant, and unwelcoming towards Song Rui. This had become a subconscious reaction that was conveyed in his presence almost without thinking. Ever since the death of both of his parents, he had been completely expelled from the family. In a sense, he was actually from the same world as Fan Jialuo.
As if Song Rui didn’t understand his cousin’s hint, he said warmly, “Recording the show is my main work at the moment. It’s not annoying, it’s very interesting. By the way,” the corners of his mouth curled up in a nasty arc as he continued, “Eldest Uncle’s 65th birthday is next week, right? Can I go home to wish him a happy birthday?”
Seeing the two Song family members standing together and talking, guests who wanted to curry favor also came over one after another. In front of outsiders, Song Zicheng naturally wouldn’t refuse, so he could only smile and nod.
Song Rui said solemnly, “I will carefully prepare a birthday gift for Eldest Uncle. Speaking of which, I haven’t seen him for many years.” He knew what kind of impact his light-hearted words would have on his so-called relatives, so the smile at the corners of his mouth became increasingly sincere.
However, Song Zicheng’s smile grew increasingly stiff, and finally he had to find an excuse to leave. The more “carefully” Song Rui prepared the gift, the less he dared to accept it. When Song Zicheng arrived at a secluded place, he immediately took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to his father, telling him that Song Rui was going to go home to celebrate his birthday. The other soon replied with a cold line of words revealing an endless disgust: [He is not allowed to come back, and Nuan Nuan is not allowed to meet him again! He was born a bad seed!]
Born a bad seed? Thinking of the scene where his cousin stood in front of his parent’s coffins, examining their remains with an indifferent gaze, Song Zicheng couldn’t help but shudder. Even the death of his parents couldn’t make him cry, so what else in the world could shake his heart?
Song Zicheng knew a long time ago that his cousin was a monster, and anyone who got close to him would be devoured by him, so he immediately replied: [I know, I will reject him directly later.] Watching his screen go dark, he couldn’t help but take a deep breath and turn back, only to find an exceptionally handsome young man standing next to his cousin, and gently placing his hand on his cousin’s back in greeting.
His cousin, who despised all physical contact, didn’t quickly dodge it but actually lowered his head and smiled lightly. The scene was quiet and harmonious, and the emotions revealed were also very warm and soft, which stunned Song Zicheng. At this moment, he almost thought that his cousin was a normal person.
“Is that your relative?” Fan Jialuo lightly touched Dr. Song’s back.
“My cousin.” Song Rui picked up a glass of champagne from the waiter’s tray and stuffed it into Fan Jialuo’s hand. When he found him frowning in resistance, he whispered with a smile, “Take it and pretend, or you’ll look strange.”
Fan Jialuo’s slightly furrowed brows immediately relaxed, and he held the glass of champagne with an elegant posture.
Song Rui raised his chin in Song Zicheng’s direction and said quietly, “I guess he is texting my uncle. They must be saying that I was born a bad seed.” He had nothing to hide from Fan Jialuo at this point, as no one knew his true self better than Fan Jialuo. The first time they met, they were at war, tearing at each other’s throats and constantly attacking one another. Thinking about it now, the scene was dramatic and laughable.
So, Song Rui laughed at the thought, a joyful light shining in his eyes.
“You were not born a bad seed. You’re just a soul burning in anger.” Fan Jialuo gave him a deep look and continued, “I don’t think it’s good for you to stand here alone, so I came over.”
Song Rui suddenly didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t meet the young man’s dark and deep eyes, so he could only turn and look away, only to collide with his cousin’s astonished gaze. The other side seemed surprised that a bad seed born without a heart could be at a loss for words.
Song Rui could only once again shift his gaze in another direction.
Fan Jialuo didn’t know how messy Dr. Song’s mind was. During situations that weren’t urgent, he would never deliberately dig into a person’s inner emotions. He looked at Bai Mu, who was busy socializing but smiled wryly at himself frequently, and then looked at the most popular person in the room, asking in a quiet voice, “Do you know Fan Kaixuan?”
“Yes, we worked together when we were abroad.” Song Rui immediately returned to normal, raised his eyebrows, and asked, “Are you here for him?”
“Yes.” Fan Jialuo touched Dr. Song’s arm in a natural manner and requested in a logical manner, “Go over and introduce me.”
“Okay.” Song Rui set down the champagne, holding the young man’s shoulder as they walked over. His previous bewilderment and strange panic were all wiped out by the other party’s casual behavior, and the feeling of inexplicable pleasure appeared again, wrapping around his soul that constantly felt like it was being torn apart.
Fan Jialuo was also a young master of the Fan family, so when he and Fan Kaixuan appeared at the same occasion it had already attracted the attention of many people. Those people who used to fawn over him were now thinking of giving him a blow so that they could completely cut ties with him, and use this to become friends with Fan Kaixuan. After all, Fan Kaixuan had the ability and connections and ability to make them rich, unlike Fan Jialuo, who was useless.
“It seems that there are a lot of people who want to use you as a stepping stone.” Song Rui whispered in the young man’s ear, but didn’t ask him about the reason why he came to find Fan Kaixuan.
Fan Jialuo didn’t respond, and looked deeply at the man standing in the crowd with pitch-black eyes. He was very tall, and his appearance was also very handsome. He had thick black eyebrows, narrow eyes, a high nose, and an angular face. There was no need for DNA testing, as the world could be 100% sure of his relationship with Fan Jialuo based on his appearance. They were like a father and son carved out of the same mold, but his aura was stronger and more majestic. He was only 26 or 27 years old, but it was already strong enough to overwhelm a number of business giants.
His return would undoubtedly bring the Fan family to another level. He also seemed to have noticed Fan Jialuo’s approach and looked over expressionlessly, a cold and sharp glint in his amber eyes.
Before he could open his mouth, a man dressed in a flamboyant manner came out casually and blocked Fan Jialuo’s way. “Mr. Fan, I heard that you changed your career to become a psychic? How about you help tell me calculate my fortune? I’ll give you money.” He fished out several brand new banknotes from his wallet and shook them crisply.
The people around him laughed contemptuously, and looked at the former youngest master of the Fan family with gloating gazes. They really didn’t seem to understand why this person appeared here, and also took the initiative to send himself to their door to be humiliated. Was he out of his mind?
Fan Jialuo’s gaze stayed fixed on Fan Kaixuan, and he didn’t pay any attention to the flamboyantly dressed man. He said lightly, “Okay, I’ll calculate it for you.” Then, he held his hands in front of the man’s face, closed his eyes for a moment, and painted a picture with his soft words, “You’re standing amid a sunset. On the French balcony, many red roses are blooming, and a white and gold silk veil flies behind you. There’s a slightly sweet fragrance, and then a pair of soft and slender arms wrap under your armpits, holding you tenderly…”
The crowd was still laughing, but the flamboyantly dressed man’s face began to stiffen, and then showed an expression of horror. He wanted to yell for him to stop talking, but even though his lips moved a few times, no sound came out. With the other man’s hand hovering in front of his eyes, he had been unconsciously deprived of the ability to express anger with words.
Only then did the man clearly realize—Fan Jialuo was not a well-scripted liar, but a genuine psychic!
Standing behind the flamboyantly dressed man, a woman in a fancy dress who was laughing happily also gradually realized what was going on, and her contemptuous expression was completely restrained. Instead, she clenched her fists and waited with bated breath for the young man’s next words.
The corners of Fan Jialuo’s lips hooked up, and his voice grew softer as he continued, “You turned your head to kiss her, bite her ear, and call her baby, full of passionate love and desire. However, you know that this is not a good time, so you asked her to wait for you at home obediently. She agreed and kissed you from behind reluctantly. She pretended to fix your collar when she left, but left a bright red lip mark on the inside of the collar. She knew that your fiancée has a noble status, so she definitely would not help you to wash your clothes. This kiss would forever become a secret, but it was also her veiled declaration of possession.”
Fan Jialuo opened his eyes, took the banknotes from the flamboyantly dressed man’s hand, smiled, and nodded. “I am grateful for your patronage.”
The woman in the fancy dress strode up to the man, lifted his collar to take a look, and gave him a huge slap across the face.
The crisp sound of the slap stunned all the onlookers, and they all thought in horror, Damn, is this something a fortune teller can calculate? How is this any different from watching a live broadcast?
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And we are back to some more face slapping…my favourite part. The sad parts are really saddening though. I hope QC finds the courage to leave that abusive family
I’m waiting for them to flip up the collar of the shirt he is wearing right now lol!
Slay More Scum! I want to see those onlookers faces when they ask for more fortune telling!!!
Ay, people should be wary if these so-called psychics especially if it’s Fan Jialuo.😉
Dunno where they got their courage to mock him. Wonder what will he do with the Fan’s…🤔
I’m always hyped when reading HAHAHAHA. FAN Jialuo go brrrrr
omg Fan Jialuo you’re so savage!!!!!! Absolutely love it!!! Thanks for translating <3
He used those eyeballs as bath bombs…
LMAAOO