TL: Tojo
Editor: Aeonsiac
Chapter 71
“Knock, knock, knock.”
Someone was knocking on the door.
Su Jingyan was sitting on the bed, half-reclining, his left hand hooked to an IV, and his right hand holding a pen as he diligently drew. He placed the drawing board on his knees and immersed himself in the artwork, revealing a sincere expression. It was as if he were an artist absorbed in his own world, oblivious to the outside.
Sunlight streamed through the window, quietly bathing him, as if draped in a golden veil.
There was a sense of serene beauty in this moment.
Upon hearing the sudden knocking on the door, Su Jingyan paused for a moment. His expression went blank for two seconds, as if he suddenly realized what he was drawing. His face turned bright red in an instant. Swiftly, he flipped the drawing over, covering the contents.
His heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.
“Come in!” Su Jingyan called towards the door, subconsciously touching the mask on his face, repeatedly confirming that it was in place.
The door clicked open.
As Su Jingyan saw the face of the person entering, almost instinctively, he furrowed his brows slightly. His Adam’s apple moved, emotions becoming difficult to suppress, revealing a hint of unmistakable displeasure.
—The person who entered was the male boss of the company.
Su Jingyan worked in a small private company responsible for outsourcing advertising, including tasks such as wedding planning. His position in the company was in design, and he often worked late into the night.
Thinking about this, Su Jingyan’s brows furrowed even tighter.
Initially, he didn’t think much of it, attributing the heavy workload to the nature of the tasks. However, as time went on, he realized that the male boss deliberately assigned him extra tasks.
Although there were other designers in the company, the boss always seemed to pile tasks onto him, and they were always urgent. As a result, he often had to work late into the night to finish his assignments.
However, it was evident that the boss wasn’t trying to undermine him. Every time he worked overtime, the male boss stayed up with him, even enthusiastically preparing midnight snacks to ensure he didn’t get too tired. The boss often encouraged him to take breaks and even granted him time off.
This behavior was paradoxical.
Su Jingyan couldn’t help but feel that everything the male boss did was to create a private space for the two of them.
So, Su Jingyan harbored complex emotions toward his boss, even developing physiological aversions and dislikes.
The man’s name was Wang Xingran, in his early thirties, handsome, with a well-proportioned physique. In addition to his successful career, he was a highly sought-after bachelor in the dating market—an unequivocal catch.
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At this moment, Wang Xingran looked quite different from his usual well-groomed self. Today, inexplicably, he seemed a bit disheveled, with dark circles under his eyes, a haggard complexion, and an almost ethereal walk. It was as if someone had drained the life out of him overnight, making him appear ten years older and completely devoid of his usual vitality.
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Seeing Wang Xingran’s eager expression as if he couldn’t wait for Su Jingyan to drink the soup, Su Jingyan was a bit bewildered throughout the entire process. Once he realized what was happening, he promptly pushed back, “No, no, no need. Just leave it here. I’ll drink it later.”
Regardless of whether Su Jingyan will eventually drink the bowl of chicken soup, one thing is certain: he doesn’t want to take off his mask and reveal his face in front of Wang Xingran.
Strangely, the man who knows Su Jingyan’s temper well this time seems unwilling to go along with his wishes. His actions are domineering and brutal, and his gaze towards Su Jingyan inexplicably carries a hint of ferocity.
In contrast to his usual carefully crafted image of gentleness and refinement in front of Su Jingyan, the man’s current demeanor is vastly different.
Su Jingyan’s brows furrow even deeper, and he doesn’t reach out to take the chicken soup. Even though he hasn’t fully revealed his face, his expression easily conveys his resistance.
For a moment, the two remain frozen in their actions, locked in a stalemate, neither willing to concede.
Seeing that Su Jingyan showed no signs of being moved, a strange glint flickered in the man’s eyes.
Finally, he placed the chicken soup back on the bedside table, gave himself an excuse, and said, “Okay, you can drink it later.”
After saying this, he paused. His expression revealed a hint of tension and stiffness, and his voice became darker, carrying a trace of coldness, “But you must remember to drink it, hehehe.”
Listening to his eerie tone, Su Jingyan inexplicably shivered. He shifted his body, resisting the urge to sit a little farther away, clearly trying to maintain some distance.
However, Wang Xingran seemed oblivious to his mood. As soon as he noticed Su Jingyan’s movement, he shifted his own body, attempting to get even closer.
At this moment, Su Jingyan felt uncomfortable all over, physically uneasy, and every part of his body seemed to be aching. If it weren’t for his left hand still attached to the IV drip, he would have jumped up from the bed to avoid the intentional or unintentional closeness of the man.
Wang Xingran stared into Su Jingyan’s eyes, revealing a mixture of infatuation, affection, and even a hint of obsession and madness. His gaze held a shadowy depth, and as he looked at Su Jingyan, there was a scrutinizing element, sweeping across Su Jingyan’s entire body, as if trying to confirm something.
Breaking the chilling silence, Wang Xingran’s eyes glinted slightly as he asked, “Have you encountered someone?”
Su Jingyan didn’t understand what he meant, furrowed his brow, and asked, “What?”
Wang Xingran paused, his face contorting slightly, as if he were struggling with something in his mind.
“Nothing, forget it,” Wang Xingran withdrew his gaze, clenched his fists, feeling a strange anger burning inside, and jealousy tormenting him.
Who? Who could it be?
Who managed to undo the love spell he cast on Su Jingyan?
Damn it!
Wang Xingran gritted his teeth.
Generally, love spells can be divided into two types: spirit-binding and poison-binding. Spirit-binding uses spells, while poison-binding uses substances like centipedes, spiders, corpse oil, etc.
The effects of these two love spells differ significantly due to their distinct methods.
Spirit-binding yields the best results, but once the love spell is undone, it rebounds onto the caster, so few spirit binders are willing to use this method.
As for poison-binding, because it relies on external substances, it is more prone to failure compared to spirit-binding, making it less effective.
To neutralize these two types of love spells, Wang Xingran employed a mixed method and cast a love spell on Su Jingyan.
The result…
The result!
It seemed to be successful! In just one night, Su Jingyan reverted to his pre-liberation state!
Wang Xingran was on the verge of madness.
Due to an unexpected failure of the spell and the subsequent backlash, his body aged ten years overnight!
His physical functions, stamina, memory, and overall condition all plummeted instantly!
How could he endure this?
Would he just let the opportunity slip away like this?
Unwilling! Unwilling!
Wang Xingran was furious.
So, he decided to cast the love spell on Su Jingyan again!
He added his own essence and blood, along with wrongfully obtained corpse oil, and a mixture of eel, spider, and snake…
As long as…
As long as Su Jingyan drank this bowl of chicken soup!
The next moment, Su Jingyan would uncontrollably fall in love with him!
Hehehe.
Wang Xingran withdrew his gaze and shifted it to the sketch paper blocked by Su Jingyan’s hand.
For the sake of getting close, he squinted and put on a pleasing expression, asking, “Were you drawing just now? What were you drawing?”
Su Jingyan’s body stiffened at his words, gripping the sketch paper even more tightly, and the protest in his eyes became more pronounced.
Wang Xingran squinted his eyes and clenched his teeth, but didn’t forcefully snatch the drawing away.
Suddenly, his gaze shifted, looking at Su Jingyan’s wrist, his brows furrowed with a hint of disbelief as he asked, “Why are you wearing this red string?”
Hearing his words, Su Jingyan touched the red string that Lu Yichen had given him, and a slight trace of pride unconsciously appeared on his face. He raised his head and arched an eyebrow.
Seeing Wang Xingran’s bewildered expression, Su Jingyan found it a bit strange and asked, “What’s wrong with wearing a red string?”
Wang Xingran took a deep breath, his expression becoming increasingly abnormal.
“Do you know what day it is today?”
Su Jingyan responded with a confused “Hmm?” His eyes showed even deeper confusion.
“Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the fifteenth day of the seventh month,” Wang Xingran said, turning his eyes with an inexplicable emotion. “It’s also known as the Ghost Festival.”
After saying that, he suddenly lifted his head, locking eyes with Su Jingyan, startling the latter with his abrupt movement.
Wang Xingran sneered and continued, “On this day of the Ghost Festival, people hang wind chimes, wear red strings, and ring bells…”
“All to summon ghosts!”
Su Jingyan coldly blinked his eyes, and in his mind, he couldn’t help but chuckle, silently cursing the other person for being crazy.
He completely disregarded what the other person had said, considering it as Wang Xingran trying to scare him with baseless words. Without a hint of patience, he directly interrupted, “I get it, stop talking.”
The red string was personally put on him by Lu Yichen. Even if someone claimed it was a sinister object for summoning ghosts, Su Jingyan would never believe it.
Tsk.
The red string indeed was used for summoning ghosts.
It also has another significant function, which is to mark the person a ghost is looking for, allowing them to appear as soon as they are able and find the target…
Wang Xingran wanted to say more, but before the words could leave his mouth, he felt something flowing from his nose.
He reached to touch it.
— It was blood.
Su Jingyan blinked in confusion as he saw Wang Xingran’s nose suddenly starts bleeding.
However, when the latter touched the blood, his reaction was far from normal. There was a sudden hint of fear in his eyes.
In the next moment, before Su Jingyan could react, Wang Xingran stood up and rushed out, without saying a word. His actions carried a clear intent to escape, with a sense of urgency.
Heh.
Once the mixed descent is resolved, strange insects will hatch inside the descender, drilling out from the seven orifices, causing internal damage, and leading to death by bleeding out.
