Upon hearing these words, Jiang Junhao’s heart trembled. Who… who was he feeling sorry for?
Releasing the man’s wrist, Yan Jingze advanced instead of retreating, chuckling, “Aren’t you just jealous? Jealous that I came from behind and now possess such a perfect him.”
Jealous? Jiang Junhao asked himself.
Yes, he was jealous. Jealous to the point of madness!
When he saw the hickey on the young man’s neck, he was nearly driven mad with jealousy. He wanted to kill the person who had left their mark on the youth. He wished that person dead!
As if thinking of something, Yan Jingze’s eyes sparkled with a challenging glint, looking at the distant Jiang Junhao he said. “Since you’ve never dared to take that step and never told him you’ve always liked him, then you can’t blame others for surpassing you. If you only dare to be his ‘good big brother,’ then I don’t mind standing by his side.”
And now, I’ve achieved it.
These words drove Jiang Junhao to the brink of irrationality. He stared at the man in the distance and said, “Yichuan will never fall for you. You stole everything from him behind the scenes. He will never have any feelings for you.”
“Feelings? I have all the time in the future to make him fall for me. But for now…” With a provocative look at the man opposite him, Yan Jingze grinned triumphantly, “I’ve already taken that perfect first step. From the inside out, he’s already mine.”
Seeing the man tremble from his provocation, Yan Jingze didn’t hold back, but instead spoke even more ambiguously.
“You might never know how tempting he is in bed, how good he sounds when he moans, how beautiful he looks when he trembles and cries, how enticing…”
“Do you think if one day he falls in love with me after realizing everything, he’ll break down, fall as deeply as I have, become inseparable from me, or perhaps…”
Each vile word, like a sensitive and sharp thorn, viciously pierced into Jiang Junhao’s heart.
His Yichuan, the boy who since childhood resembled a beautiful painting, the boy who was always polite to everyone, the young man who grew up with a gentle smile that was as perfect as a painting…
He’s being kept by this man like a toy, being manipulated like a toy, even being bullied and plundered like a toy…
His Yichuan, his Yichuan!!!
At this moment, completely provoked to the point of losing his sanity, Jiang Junhao swiftly drew his service pistol from his waist and aimed it at the man not far away.
Kill him, kill him, KILL HIM!!!
This thought roared in Jiang Junhao’s mind, screaming throughout his consciousness. Yet, the rationality ingrained in him since childhood as a Special officer was telling him, No, you can’t, you mustn’t.
You’re a cop; you can’t do this, you CAN’T!!!
But he hurt Yichuan. This bastard hurt Yichuan, his most treasured Yichuan!!!
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
Two extreme emotions tore at him violently, the pistol in his tight grip quivering dangerously.
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Gu Weizhou, who had watched this drama from start to finish, commented, [As expected, Jiang Junhao is too upright. He can’t outplay this in-and-out vile man.]
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Thinking of the man’s words just now, Gu Weizhou curiously asked, [Was I ‘bleeped’ to tears in bed before?”]
[The one who cries in bed should call the other ‘Daddy.’]
[Shouldn’t he be calling me Daddy since he knelt before me the next day?]
[Is there a Daddy who gets ‘beeped’ in the back…?]
[…] Alright, you win with that logic.
In stark contrast to Jiang Junhao’s struggle between his principles and his limits, Yan Jingze, without a hint of hesitation, took out a prepared long-range tranquilizer injector and pressed it on his target.
With a face full of disbelief, Jiang Junhao looked at the man not too far away, who now wore a smile so unfamiliar it was almost alien to him, and collapsed weakly.
Yi… Chuan…!
Observing the incredulous expression on the man’s face, a cold, overly pronounced curve appeared at the corner of Yan Jingze’s lips.
Upright? Ha… Simply foolish.
However, this smirk barely lasted for three seconds. Yan Jingze, who had been intently watching his rival in love, saw, at the moment Jiang Junhao fell, a face behind him in the direction of the rooftop door. A face that was as pale as paper, frail to the extreme.
When that paper-white face entered his sight, and upon seeing those despairing, almost lifeless eyes, Yan Jingze’s pupils contracted sharply, and his blood turned cold in an instant.
Yichuan… how… Why… Why is he here…?
The sudden chill in his blood caused Yan Jingze’s normally quick-witted mind to completely freeze. He wanted to greet the man, pretending as if nothing had happened. Yet, facing those hollow eyes, he couldn’t even muster the strength to open his mouth.
No, no. Earlier, I was just spouting nonsense to provoke Jiang Junhao. I was just speaking thoughtlessly. I truly love this person, deeply, profoundly…
Yan Jingze knew he should rush over to explain everything that just transpired, to tell him that he had no other choice but to act in such a manner. But as he took a step towards him, for the first time in his life, that man retreated.
Those beautiful eyes, always filled with the warmth and gentleness of a spring breeze, now looked at him blankly with a face eerily pale, resembling the stillness of death.
“Yi… Yi… Chuan… I… I…” I love you, I love you, I truly love you.
Before the words could leave his lips, Yan Jingze saw the man not far away flash him a brief smile.
It seemed like the usual gentleness, but for some reason, in Yan Jingze’s eyes, that smile was like a sharp knife cutting through his heart, making him tremble with fear.
“…So, it’s you…”
That night wasn’t just a misunderstanding. It was intentional, planned by you all along, and even the mastermind behind the Wen family was you.
Someone I’ve been with day and night, someone I thought was the only one who could comfort me in my most vulnerable moments, someone I believed I could trust wholeheartedly.
But I never expected that everything was just a trap set by you…
A trap?
It’s really laughable.
It’s excessively ridiculous.
My life, Wen Yichuan’s life, is truly a huge joke.
Since childhood, I’ve been striving for an unreachable goal, step by step, thinking I wasn’t good enough, thinking I wasn’t outstanding enough, living without a childhood, without a family, without truly living.
All because of their selfishness, all because of the deep-seated resentment towards my so-called parents.
That suffocating feeling was too painful. I just wanted to experience what it felt like to have a family, to have affection, to have warmth in life.
I hoped that when I felt cold, someone would put a coat around me, that when I felt hungry, someone would cook delicious meals for me, and when I felt sad, someone would lend me their shoulder to lean on…
That’s all I wanted.
I thought I found it.
I thought I found another starting point in my life, someone who could be with me and give me the warmth I’d been yearning for my whole life.
But…why… you are fake too.
Why are you also deceiving me?
In the eyes of all of you, I’m probably just a fool who can be manipulated, deceived, and played with for a lifetime.
A renowned, flawless, prodigy…?
That was never me. I was just a fool who pursued an illusion for over twenty years.
The biggest joke in all of your eyes.
Tears, icy cold, streamed down the young man’s cheeks, one drop after another, as he kept retreating. It was as if he wanted to use this motion to escape from the world he had enclosed himself in, or as if he wanted to break free from the entanglement.
Yan Jingze opened his lips, his voice trembling, “I… I just… don’t want to lose you… I just… don’t want to lose you like this… Yichuan… Yichuan… don’t… don’t…”
Feeling the railing against his waist and the kickboard beneath his heels, Gu Weizhou, who was listening to the trembling words of the man looked up, tears streaming down his face, and said, “…You don’t want… to lose me… if you mean this body… then…”
He smiled brightly, “…I’ll give it to you now.”
As the words fell, his body leaned back, and he fell outward as if in free fall.
“No!!!”
In a despairing roar, Yan Jingze rushed forward, trying to grab the young man’s hand, but he couldn’t even touch the hem of his clothes.
The person in his sight was like the angel he had imagined countless times in his mind, gradually moving away from his dark world, completely distant.
Even if… this freedom was exchanged for a floor covered in blood.
Watching the distance that seemed to separate two worlds, watching the only remaining trace of blood in his sight, watching him close his eyes in a disheveled state, Yan Jingze’s tears continued to fall from his eyes like dripping water. The pain of collapse filled his whole being as if the entire world had shattered at once.
He had never, never thought this way, really never.
He liked him, liked the person who was always full of kindness no matter when or where, liked the person who would still smile despite being hurt all over by the world.
This fondness had nothing to do with who he was, but because he was himself, that perfect, elegant, fragile, and endearing Wen Yichuan.
The first time they met, he walked towards him with a warm smile, making the sunshine that filled the sky that day feel exceptionally warm.
In school, he took care of everything related to him wholeheartedly. When he left, he raised his hand to make a phone call, a gesture that was rarely seen but carried a sense of gratefulness.
In the car, he chatted incessantly while helping to treat wounds, his eyes filled with tender affection that was more intoxicating than the starlight on a summer night.
Scene after scene, all the memories felt like they had just happened yesterday, all the smiles seemed to be still right in front of him, and all the fragility and vulnerability made him ache with the desire to kiss away every tear stain from Yichuan’s eyes.
His Yichuan who was supposed to be proud, was supposed to be dazzlingly bright… such Yichuan, who clearly should have had an extremely perfect life… had it destroyed by his own hands.
So, he went that route, eh?
Well, I’m looking forward to seeing how this arc rolls up to its conclusion before our boi moves onto the next world. I don’t feel sad for YJ at all since he is such a scummy yandere boy. I hope that in this arc/world’s conclusion, we see the downfall of the Wen family. They deserve to lose Heaven’s Favor for what they did to their child.
10/10 TFTC tho
How can every mc’s death make me cry so much even though I know his scummy plan wuwuwu
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I managed to hold back this time but I was rly close to crying again so dont feel bad. Lol
Same!
yes!✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻
wait.. WHAT?!?!?! M SO CONFUZED DID THAT RLLY HAPPEN JUSY NOW 😭😭.. ty for the update!
He prob has a fetish falling from a high place.
I like it
He had his fill (papapa) and vulgar love achieved so he gonna go now to his next target
Exactly. Any further loce in this world wouldn’t be vulgar enough for our mc.
..ahh damn even thought i know that gu weizhou acting ….this is so heartbreaking everytime……
..i really hope the wen parents suffers a lot