Chapter 58 The Fake Young Master's Dog Taming Guide (34) Unexpectedly...

At dusk, a strong wind picked up outside, and heavy rain began to fall, accompanied by thunder and lightning.

Fu Li stood at the second-floor window, staring blankly at the gloomy mountain scenery.

Just then, a car appeared from the winding mountain road, its high beams illuminating the windows of the villa—Yan Qibai had returned.

A few minutes later, a tall figure came upstairs and pulled Fu Li into his slightly damp arms from behind, his hot breath brushing against her slender neck.

Fu Li exhaled softly from her slightly parted lips, closed her eyes slightly, and leaned her slender body slowly against the man's broad chest, looking just like a delicate and docile canary.

Yan Qibai was clearly satisfied with his current state, a wolf-like satisfaction like that of a wild beast after a full stomach gleaming in his eyes. He whispered in Fu Li's ear:

"Did Ali miss me? I've been thinking about Ali all day long."

"How about Ah Li comes to the company with me next time? Do you remember that floor-to-ceiling window in my office? Ah Li was pinned down on it like this, and her reflection in the glass was so beautiful, like a sly little fox." He chuckled softly.

The tender words of love reached the young man's ears, but his expression remained unchanged.

He picked up the person in his arms with his palms down, turned around, and strode towards the bathroom.

An hour later, Yan Qibai emerged carrying Fu Li again, this time with a satisfied expression on his face. The person in his arms had fallen into a deep sleep, and a few mottled red marks could be seen on her fair and delicate calves peeking out from under her pajamas, exuding an unmistakably ambiguous atmosphere. The bathroom air carried not only steam but also a faint scent of desire.

Gently placing her on the bed, and looking at Fu Li's docile and beautiful appearance after falling asleep, Yan Qibai couldn't help but think---

It should have been done a long time ago, two years ago. Otherwise, that old man Xie Qiu Chen wouldn't have beaten us to it.

Even if Fu Li doesn't actually love him, so what? The only one who can possess Fu Li is himself, and that's enough.

A happy expression appeared on his face as he prepared to get into bed and lie down next to the young man.

However, at that very moment, the sound of wind and rain outside was mixed with the hum of a car engine.

A moment later, the bodyguard downstairs shouted into the walkie-talkie, "Boss, the Xie family has found us! They've broken through the checkpoints at the foot of the mountain and are already at the gate!"

Yan Qibai suddenly sat up, and Fu Li also sat up, rubbing her sleepy eyes, but they didn't know what had happened.

Just then, a clear shout came from downstairs: "Ah Li! I'm here to save you! Wait a little longer, your uncle will take you away right away!"

It's Xie Qiu Chen!

Fu Li immediately woke up and instinctively wanted to look outside, but Yan Qibai stopped him from getting close to the window.

Just then, two gunshots rang out. A bodyguard's strained voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Boss, the Xie family has guns."

Upon hearing this, Yan Qibai's usually calm and collected expression turned cold and stern, clearly not expecting the other party to bring a gun.

At that moment, his wolf-like eyes flashed with murderous intent in the lightning, sending chills down one's spine.

Even so, Yan Qibai remained remarkably calm. He leaned down and said gently to Fu Li, "Brother has some other matters to attend to. Ah Li, go out and avoid the situation for a while. I'll come back to meet you soon."

After saying that, he pressed a hidden button on the wall, and soon a servant came up. Yan Qibai asked him to take Fu Li to another safe house through the back door.

He put on his coat, took a black pistol from the drawer, loaded it with bullets, chambered a round, and then strode downstairs.

The standoff downstairs continued. Although the Yan family's bodyguards were all battle-hardened veterans, their guns were only loaded with rubber bullets, which was no match for the real weapons in Xie Qiu Chen's hands.

As Fu Li followed the maid toward the back door, she heard a sound coming from the front door. Xie Qiu Chen loudly questioned the other party about where Fu Li had been hidden, but Yan Qi Bai coldly replied, "He doesn't belong to you."

Fu Li could almost picture the expressions on their faces.

Just then, the system's urgent voice sounded: [The male supporting character's murderous intent towards the male protagonist has exceeded the threshold, and he possesses a lethal weapon. We cannot let Yan Qibai die here! Otherwise, we may not be able to escape this small world!]

Upon hearing the system's words, Fu Li paused in his tracks.

The system's voice continued: [Based on character model analysis, the male supporting character will shoot the male lead in one minute, causing fatal damage. Host, only you can stop him now!]

A thoughtful look flashed in Fu Li's eyes.

He asked, "What if we use this opportunity to escape our small world?"

The system didn't understand at first: [What?]

Outside the gate, dozens of people stood in a large, imposing line, facing off on both sides. Among the Yan family's bodyguards, some had already been shot; blood mingled with the rain and seeped into the ground beneath their feet.

No one expected that the Yan and Xie families, united by marriage, would turn against each other to such a deadly degree.

Yan Qibai stood under the eaves, his expression cold and unyielding, his wolf-like eyes gleaming coldly as he looked at Xie Qiuchen.

Xie Qiuchen stood tall and proud in the rain. Because he couldn't see Fu Li and was unsure of his safety, he gradually became agitated, and the look in his eyes turned mad.

"I'll say it again, give Ali back to me, and I'll spare your life," he commanded coldly.

Yan Qibai did not open his mouth, his lips were taut like a bowstring, and his sharp eyes were fixed on the person in front of him.

Both men had their guns pointed directly at each other's hearts. At this point, the bodyguards dared not move.

The two families seemed determined to fight to the death, even to the point of mutual destruction.

Xie Qiuchen frowned deeply, his patience wearing thin. He roared, "Ali and I are lovers! You kidnapped him using such despicable means! Even if I kill you today, I deserve it!"

Yan Qibai's attitude remained unchanged: "Ali is mine, he has been for a long time. He was raised by the Yan family, he belongs to the Yan family, and he should belong to me as well! You are nothing but a human trafficker who abducted him from my side!"

The two accused each other, their voices filled with anger.

Xie Qiuchen retorted, "If you hadn't forced Ali into a corner, I wouldn't have had this opportunity. Yan Qibai, you never asked Fu Li's opinion or cared whether he wanted to do these things. You are the culprit! You've kept Ali here like a caged bird, is that really for his own good?! Stop testing my patience, give him back to me now!"

He was clearly gritting his teeth.

For three whole months, he searched for Fu Li. After searching the secret basement of the Yan residence to no avail, Xie Qiu Chen began searching each of the Yan family's properties one by one. He seemed very patient, but in reality, he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Xie Qiuchen couldn't imagine what kind of treatment Fu Li would receive from Yan Qibai. Would she be imprisoned and kept as a pet, or would she be whipped and tortured? He couldn't bear either of them.

The thought that his child, his precious Ali, was being forced to submit to another man's pleasure every night was driving Xie Qiu Chen crazy.

So, he had already exhausted all his self-control to get this far. Any word Yan Qibai said could trigger his gun to fire at any moment.

At this moment, Yan Qibai chuckled and said in a calm but sarcastic tone, "Did you ever care about his wishes?"

“Uncle, we share the same blood. Don’t think I don’t know what you wanted to do to Fu Li when he was a child. I discovered it a long time ago. On the surface, Fu Li seems to be your most beloved child, but in reality, this is just a means for you to control him. All along, you have been secretly guiding him in the direction you want. Selfish, cold-blooded, cruel and ruthless, even knowing the truth about my and his background, you used us as pawns.”

"You must find this kind of game very fun. It's clearly you who are being despicable and wicked, yet you're disciplining a child like this! Later, the reason why Jing Hongguang suddenly appeared and exposed Fu Li's background was also because of your machinations. Originally, I planned to tell Fu Li everything once I found the evidence. But once he knows that his uncle, the lover who claimed to love him, is actually such a vile and shameless person, will he still have any feelings for you at all?!"

What he said was almost the complete truth.

The flash of lightning streaked across Xie Qiuchen's incredulous and ferocious eyes, and within them, Yan Qibai detected a clear killing intent.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Both guns fired simultaneously.

"Ah Li, no!"

Xie Qiuchen's panicked shout pierced the sky, waking Yan Qibai from his reverie.

To everyone's surprise, just before the gunshot rang out, a slender figure suddenly rushed out of the door and stood in front of Yan Qibai.

The bullet pierced the rain, leaving a fleeting trail in the air. The sound of it cutting through flesh was so clear that it even drowned out the thunder.

Everything seemed like a slow-motion scene in Yan Qibai's eyes. A young man with soft black hair pounced out from the side and behind, but all he could see was the fair nape of his neck, still bearing the ambiguous marks of their passionate encounter. His slender figure silently revealed the other person's identity.

The gunshot that followed almost shattered Yan Qibai's eardrums. A flower of blood bloomed before his eyes, only to be obscured by the falling figure of the young man.

Everything happened so suddenly, so suddenly that it felt like a nightmare to him.

He came to his senses and was stunned to find that he had knelt down without realizing it, holding Fu Li's warm body covered in blood in his arms.

"Ah Li!" Xie Qiuchen rushed over, desperately trying to cover Fu Li's chest where she had been shot.

Blood gushed out, but the young man seemed oblivious to the pain, a smile even appearing on his lips.

"I caught it pretty accurately..." the faint voice said, as if making a self-deprecating remark.

"Ah Li, please stop talking... I beg you..." Xie Qiu Chen was trembling all over. He had a rib broken by a bullet, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart that was beating in his chest.

Yan Qibai felt that the person in his hand was lighter than a feather. He stared blankly at Fu Li's pale face, unaware that his own expression was already bloodshot and terrifying.

"Don't be afraid, Ali. Call the doctor right away. Ali will definitely recover." He spoke gently, like an older brother, as if comforting his injured younger brother. But in reality, his voice was trembling so badly that his words were almost inaudible.

The panicked voices of the servants and bodyguards echoed around him, but Fu Li was already too weak to continue. He looked up at Xie Qiu Chen, a hint of melancholy reproach in his moist eyes: "Uncle, was what he just said true?"

Seeing the predatory look in his eyes, Xie Qiu Chen felt overwhelmed with guilt. This man, who had spent his entire life manipulating others, was now crying like a child, defeated and in agony.

Fu Li knew the answer from his expression, said nothing more, and closed her eyes.

That night, Fu Li died despite all efforts to save her. Her young life was forever frozen in her early twenties. All that remained for the world was the torrential rain that day and the regretful, disappointed look in her eyes during her final glance.

And all of this will become the eternal nightmare of the two men.

After the funeral, Xie Qiu Chen relinquished all of the Xie family's businesses, handed over his management power, and became a monk in a Taoist temple. Everyone was shocked by this sudden choice, but he himself knew that he harbored a deep-seated guilt towards his beloved lover and would spend his life praying for his soul's salvation.

This was a long and painful torment from which he could not escape until his death.

A month after the young man's death, Yan Qibai came to his grave.

Only a month had passed, yet he appeared to have aged thirty years. His hair was now streaked with gray, and his once handsome face was deathly pale. His sharp eyes were filled with a numb pain, and only when he saw the portrait of the person on the tombstone did a gentle and soothing expression appear on them.

He muttered to himself, "These past few days I've been thinking about why you stood in my way. If I had died, you could have run away with him. You should have been happy to see that happen."

"So, Ali, you actually love me a little too?" His tone was gentle and tender, his voice so soft as if he was afraid of waking the other person.

"Bang!" A loud noise startled the birds in the forest.

In an empty cemetery, at a young man's new grave, a man has died.

The tall figure was curled up before the tombstone, dark red blood seeping from his temples, yet his expression was peaceful and serene, as if he were merely asleep. Around his neck was a silver leather collar, on which a striking character was embroidered in flowing gold lines—Li.

Author's Note: The second world ends here. The next world features a reserved but brilliant senior brother and a charming junior brother. Stay tuned!