Chapter 35: Everyone Stands Against vs. Home – From Body to Heart to Soul…
Xiao, having already been shocked, was relatively calm compared to the others.
But what surprised him was that he hadn't expected Lu Huaijin to say it so openly.
Is this something he can hear?!
Could he ask his brother to collect his body ahead of time?!
Du Ruopu had already hurriedly looked away when Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin were kissing, and then Lu Huaijin's shocking words unexpectedly entered Du Ruopu's red ears.
The words echoed in his ears for several seconds, and it took him several seconds just to understand their meaning.
After a long while, Du Ruopu's eyes widened little by little, his mouth slowly opened, and his facial features froze. He slowly uttered a sound of doubt and confusion:
"……ah?"
Tao Miller, on the other hand, sprang up from his chair like a startled bird, his movement so violent that he almost overturned the table, causing all the bottles on the table to be destroyed along with the guests.
His eyes widened, his mouth agape, and he pointed at Lu Huaijin in disbelief, his fingers trembling slightly: "You...you...you said you're the one down there..."
"What? Is there a problem?" Lu Huaijin slowly straightened up from Wen Yinhe's oppression, one elbow lazily resting on Wen Yinhe's broad shoulder. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling casually on Tao Miller's dumbfounded face, and he sneered, "Can't I be the one below?"
Taumiller was struck by the impact of those words. His trembling legs buckled and he couldn't stop himself from stumbling backward, then he slumped into a chair, the shock making his head buzz.
God knows how much Tao Miller longed to go back to the first day of the show's premiere and slap himself hard for trying to seduce Lu Huaijin.
Damn it, does he even know the difference between superiors and subordinates? He's just flirting?
Is he an idiot?
Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin must have looked at him like he was an idiot!
[Hahahaha, let's congratulate this male guest on going crazy! Isn't it fun with this reverse CP? You're the funniest person out there, you know that? Hahahaha!]
Honestly, if this internet celebrity divorced the rich second-generation, he could really do well as a comedian. I think his facial expressions and physical comedy are quite strong; he has a real talent for making people laugh!
[A minor internet celebrity: One act of courage led to a lifetime of introversion]
[Hahahaha, this has given the kid a psychological scar. From now on, if he wants to flirt with any guy, will he have to ask first: "Bro, are you the top or the bottom?" (Hahahaha, help, what a crazy person!)]
"As for how it was determined..." Lu Huaijin picked up the glass with his slender fingers, twirled it deftly, and then suddenly brought the rim of the glass to Wen Yinhe's lips. The rim of the glass gently pressed against the man's full, red lips, and he looked up to ask, "Shall you tell me or shall I?"
Wen Yinhe subconsciously licked his lips, tasting a bit of the spicy liquor on the rim of the glass. It seemed to be mixed with the man's unique, mature, and charming aura, making him drunk instantly.
"...I'll do it."
Wen Yinhe took the wine cup from Lu Huaijin's hand, suddenly tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. As if he had mustered up his courage, a blush instantly crept up his thin cheeks, and he couldn't help but feel helpless and embarrassed.
Mainly, he was afraid that if he didn't take the initiative to speak, Huai Jin might say something even more outrageous.
His heart might not be able to take it.
Lu Huaijin rested his chin on his hand as he looked at him, his narrow eyes tinged with red from being soaked in wine, and his lips slightly upturned as he awaited his narration.
Even though Wen Yinhe was extremely embarrassed, he had no choice but to slowly recount the past under Lu Huaijin's burning gaze: "That actually happened a year after we got married..."
...
The day after Lu Huaijin brought Wen Yinhe back, he completely banned him from the internet.
The moment Wen Yinhe stepped into this villa, he became Lu Huaijin's man.
Wen Yinhe only needs to see him and hear him.
Now Wen Yinhe is all alone; none of the demons and monsters outside can possibly harm him in the slightest.
Lu Huaijin protected Wen Yinhe very well.
Throughout the year, apart from regular check-ups at the hospital, Wen Yinhe spent the rest of his time in the villa and didn't go anywhere else; this was a restriction imposed on him by Lu Huaijin.
But Wen Yinhe himself was happy to see it happen, and he himself was unwilling to even step out of the villa's gate.
Lu Huaijin said that although he did not agree with Wen Yinhe going out in his current state, it was not that outrageous.
Later, when Wen Yinhe was too weak to even stand up, Lu Huaijin finally seized the opportunity to push her wheelchair every day and insist on taking her for a stroll in the small garden attached to the villa so she could enjoy the scenery.
The doctor said that Wen Yinhe needs to get more sun exposure.
Lu Huaijin saw the golden sunlight pour down, passing through the lush foliage and covering Wen Yinhe's entire body.
The light was too intense, and Wen Yinhe's skin was too thin; the pale blue veins pushed up his pale skin, making him look shockingly fragile.
"Let's go in in another ten minutes, okay?" Lu Huaijin's voice was so gentle that he was almost worried that the sunlight would burn Wen Yinhe.
Wen Yinhe was unwilling to speak again.
Lu Huaijin sighed silently, but there was no impatience or annoyance in his eyes, only deep affection and indulgence.
He bent down and gently brushed aside Wen Yinhe's slightly long bangs, lowered his head and kissed Wen Yinhe's forehead, and finally pushed Wen Yinhe to spin around again.
Only when Wen Yinhe's bloodless, wooden face finally flushed with two thin rosy hues from the prolonged exposure to the sun, making him look somewhat human, did Lu Huaijin finally push Wen Yinhe home with satisfaction.
The entire bedroom was furnished with soft, comfortable carpets, and huge floor-to-ceiling windows allowed every corner of the room to be bathed in warm sunlight. The room's color scheme was a warm orange that Lu Huaijin had specially modified, hoping that Wen Yinhe would feel a little better after seeing it.
But the doctor said that Wen Yinhe's condition had caused him to lose the ability to distinguish colors.
Lu Huaijin was a little sad.
It wasn't because his preparations were in vain, but because even though he and Wen Yinhe were in the same world, he couldn't see the world through Wen Yinhe's eyes.
Wen Yinhe himself was not very obedient. He would often sneak into the only sunless corner of the room when Lu Huaijin was not around and squat there to grow mushrooms.
Fortunately, there are always more solutions than problems.
Upon discovering this, Lu Huaijin immediately moved a cabinet from the study in front of Wen Yinhe, brazenly encroaching on Wen Yinhe's favorite corner. He then opened all the curtains to their fullest extent and locked them, instantly filling the room with sunlight.
Now Wen Yinhe will have nowhere to go.
Lu Huaijin pushed the wheelchair into the room and then settled Wen Yinhe on the carpet by the French windows.
There was a huge beanbag there, filled with high-quality silent particles, lying softly on the carpet. It looked incredibly comfortable and tempted people to sink into it.
It wasn't easy to buy such a large beanbag. Although Wen Yinhe's face was beautiful, his height was too large. Even the largest beanbag could only barely fit most of Wen Yinhe's body, leaving his two long legs, which had nowhere to go, out of reach.
But Lu Huaijin wanted to make Wen Yinhe feel completely comfortable.
Lu Huaijin was ultimately custom-made by someone else.
There is only one of its kind in the world, a little nest specially made for his beloved dolls.
At this moment, Wen Yinhe's tall body obediently sank into the sun-drenched beanbag chair. His overly long bangs hung down, casting a shadow on his eyelids, almost covering his eyes, but unable to hide his excessively thick and long eyelashes.
Her long eyelashes drooped like raven feathers, each lash distinct in the bright light, occasionally trembling slightly with her breath, revealing a faint hint of life.
Sunlight streamed across Wen Yinhe's glassy black eyes, attempting to infuse them with warmth, but those numb eyes remained completely unmoved, empty even under the bright sunlight.
Lu Huaijin's heart ached with a mixture of tenderness and pain. He unfolded the small blanket that had just been baked in the sun that morning and gently covered Wen Yinhe with it. Then he tucked the loose strands of Wen Yinhe's hair behind his ear and kissed his cool earlobe, his voice low and soft:
"I'm going out for a bit. You stay home and sleep well. Don't wander around. Be a good girl, okay?"
Wen Yinhe's eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Good boy." Lu Huaijin took this as a response and rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek.
After a pause, Lu Huaijin cautiously scanned the room, still feeling uneasy, and then said thoughtfully, "Here's what we'll do: I'll draw a circle for you. For the rest of the time, you'll stay obediently in this circle and can't leave until I come back. If I see you've been listening to me when I get back, I'll give you a reward, okay?"
After Lu Huaijin finished speaking, he stretched out his arm and circled around Wen Yinhe's head, trapping Wen Yinhe and the beanbag chair beneath him inside.
Wen Yinhe remained motionless, his head hanging low the entire time, as the man encircled him.
"Alright, I have to go now," Lu Huaijin leaned down and kissed Wen Yinhe's head one last time, stroking his still slightly warm, rosy face, and whispered, "I'll try to come back as soon as possible."
Lu Huaijin changed his clothes in the room, and then the door was opened and locked.
Footsteps echoed in the corridor, fading into the distance, and the man was no longer in the room.
After a long while, Wen Yinhe slowly and stiffly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the tightly locked door.
He didn't like this spot; it was too far from the door.
It was also too far from the man who left through the door.
But remembering the man's orders before he left, he glanced down at the invisible circle beneath his feet and ultimately did not move an inch.
His indifferent and lifeless gaze slowly moved from a point in the void to the door.
For the rest of the day, it didn't deviate from the plan at all.
The sun, high overhead, quickly shifted westward, and the entire warm and bright world was gradually engulfed by darkness.
The biting cold slowly seeped into Wen Yinhe's bones, causing him to involuntarily shiver. The last faint blush on his face was completely wiped away by the icy blackness.
When the streetlights outside the window came on and only a faint glimmer of light remained on the horizon, Lu Huaijin finally pushed open the door in a hurry.
He quickly turned on the room lights, threw his suit jacket on the floor, and strode toward Wen Yinhe.
He then knelt down on the carpet and tightly embraced Wen Yinhe, whose body had become cold and stiff.
"Sorry I'm late," Lu Huaijin said, cupping Wen Yinhe's cool cheeks in his large, warm palms and kissing the tip of Wen Yinhe's straight, sharp nose. "Were you scared being home alone?"
Wen Yinhe's dark eyes were fixed on the man's handsome face, as if he wanted to imprint every detail of the man into his pupils.
Lu Huaijin was used to talking to Wen Yinhe, so when he saw this, he gently kissed Wen Yinhe's forehead, took his hands which were as cold as his cheeks and rubbed them, saying, "You are very good, so I will give you a reward."
He paused, a smile suddenly appearing on his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly, revealing a hint of suppressed but already boiling excitement.
“Your uncle and aunt were sentenced today. I went to the scene myself and watched them being escorted in,” Lu Huaijin’s eyes were unusually bright at this moment, his sharp gaze filled with a cruel and ruthless pleasure, his handsome face full of fierceness. “They were very cautious, but in the end they couldn’t resist the temptation and crossed the line. They are no good. After a year, I finally found an opportunity to send them in.”
After saying that, Lu Huaijin took Wen Yinhe's hands in his arms again and kissed them very lightly.
The man, almost as if presenting a treasure, reverently held Wen Yinhe's enemy's bloody head in his hands and eagerly offered it to Wen Yinhe.
All for the sake of bringing that smile to the lips of my beloved, a smile that hasn't appeared in so long.
"How is it?" Lu Huaijin excitedly held Wen Yinhe's hands and kissed them repeatedly. His deep black eyes were filled with a chilling obsession and desire, burning with a passion almost like that of a martyr, a temperature completely different from the cold Wen Yinhe. "Yinhe, I've avenged you. Are you happy? Do you like the gift I gave you? Hmm?"
As for Wen Yinhe's mentor and senior brother who betrayed him, they were all taken in by Lu Huaijin the moment Xinghuan completely collapsed.
I'm sure the people inside will take extra care of them.
While dealing with the minors who initially slandered Wen Yinhe was somewhat troublesome, it wasn't entirely hopeless.
None of those marketing accounts that spouted nonsense survived.
In short, anyone who has ever bullied Wen Yinhe will not be allowed to escape.
Wen Yinhe's body trembled uncontrollably. He clenched his teeth, but his limbs became stiff and his muscles were so tense that they were almost twitching.
Lu Huaijin anxiously hugged him tightly, inserting his fingers into Wen Yinhe's stiff fingers and forcefully prying them open, wishing he could embed his entire body into Wen Yinhe's bones to support Wen Yinhe's swaying spine.
He felt that Wen Yinhe must have been too happy to control his emotions.
After all, who wouldn't be happy to see their enemy in jail?
Lu Huaijin originally thought that was the case.
In the dead of night, all things fall asleep, and the air becomes still.
Wen Yinhe silently got out of bed and stood beside Lu Huaijin's bed.
Lu Huaijin closed his eyes peacefully, his breathing long and even, completely unaware that a tall man was standing just a step away from him.
Wen Yinhe stood there for a long time, his head bowed, his bangs completely covering his eyebrows and eyes, casting a thick shadow over his pale, almost transparent face. His body remained motionless, almost blending into the darkness, without making a sound.
Until the moonlight quietly climbed onto Wen Yinhe's cheeks, finally illuminating the tears that were silently flowing down his face. His dark eyes were even darker and colder than the night outside the window. His whole being was surrounded by a dark and damp aura that was terrifying. He was so unaware that his fingernails were digging deep into the flesh of his palms.
Lu Huaijin asked him if he was happy.
He couldn't answer.
Should he be happy?
Maybe.
He just couldn't understand why people who treated him so sincerely would hurt him like this, and why people he cherished so much would abandon him one by one.
Is he not good enough? Did he do something wrong?
It seems that from childhood to adulthood, no one who has been around him has had a good life.
When he was five years old, his parents died in an accident while buying him a birthday cake, and he has been living with relatives ever since.
Everyone said he was the jinx who caused his parents' deaths, and afterwards he would vomit whenever he smelled cake.
That day was his birthday, and also the anniversary of his parents' death.
There was a time when he was particularly envious of dogs, because dogs could use their cuteness and charm to make people eager to become family with them, but people couldn't.
Humans are not as endearing as animals, and they don't receive unconditional affection from others.
When he was seven years old, he imagined himself as a puppy and tried to please others by imitating how puppies behaved.
But everyone who saw him called him a dirty beggar and chased him away.
"My God, where did this child come from? Is he out of his mind?"
"It looks like someone's burden..."
"So he's that nemesis? Tsk tsk tsk, hurry up and get rid of him, hurry up and get rid of him, what a damn bad luck this morning!"
The shop owner came out with a broom and started beating little Wen Yinhe.
The little crane was terrified. It covered its head and trembled as it got up from the ground, trying to escape.
The shop owner's large, fan-like hand suddenly gripped Xiao Yinhe's slender wrist with such force that the small body involuntarily staggered.
Afterwards, Xiao Yinhe was roughly dragged back to his uncle's house by the shop owner.
Under the curious gazes of the neighbors, the shop owner angrily smashed open the door of Wen Yinhe's uncle's house.
"Hey! Your little nemesis is begging for food at our doorstep! Don't you feed him regularly?"
A burst of laughter immediately erupted from all around.
My uncle's face instantly turned a ferocious purplish-red, his jaw tightened sharply, and the veins under his temples bulged clearly, throbbing repeatedly.
His eyes bulged with rage as he stared intently at Wen Yinhe, making him appear almost like a terrifying monster about to devour someone.
The little crane curled up in fear, almost thinking that his uncle was really going to eat him.
While apologizing to the shop owner, Auntie grabbed Xiao Yinhe by the hair and dragged him into the house.
Sharp insults and heavy punches rained down on Little Hidden Crane:
"You jinx! You shameless bastard! Have we mistreated you? Forced you to beg? You're just here to take revenge on us all day long, aren't you? You're a complete ingrate! Your parents are deliberately trying to disgust us, why didn't they take you with them in the first place? Why did they have to leave us with this mess? Are they deliberately tormenting us?! In other families, the dead are believed to protect their relatives, but in our family, the dead are seen as bringing bad luck to us living people!"
"Since you enjoy begging so much, why don't you just skip dinner today and eat the garbage outside instead!"
Little Hidden Crane was kicked away by his uncle.
It was already late autumn, and Xiao Yinhe was kicked out wearing only a thin long-sleeved shirt. He was cold and hungry.
Countless heads peered out from the doorway, spying on him.
"Oh, that poor child, should we invite him in to eat something?"
"Why are you meddling in other people's business? Just eat your food!"
Xiao Yinhe's gaze swept over every house he passed, but everyone who met his eyes silently looked away and then quietly closed the door.
He had no choice but to leave the village with his head down and came to the nearest garbage dump. There he saw a dilapidated hole with dirty clothes inside, which looked warm, so he couldn't wait to crawl inside.
When the dog returned from hunting and saw that its home had been taken over by a smelly child, it immediately started barking angrily.
Unexpectedly, the child trembled with fright and then burst into tears.
The dog was immediately dumbfounded.
It bared its teeth at the little Hidden Crane, then cautiously sniffed it, before finally crawling inside with disgust, its hot and soft body curling up quietly beside the little Hidden Crane.
After hesitating for a long time, Xiao Yinhe finally mustered up her courage and tentatively hugged the dog's warm body.
The dog's ears twitched, but it ignored him.
From then on, Little Crane always liked to come and sleep with the dog.
He was always hungry, and his dog took pity on him, so it would run out to find food and bring it back for him to eat.
Little Yinhe didn't mind and ate it happily. The next day, she fell ill with diarrhea and was scolded by her uncle's family.
He dared not eat the food the dog brought him anymore, but he was afraid the dog would be sad because of his refusal, so he brought some of his own clothes from his uncle's house and made a new bed for the dog.
The clothes were covered in the scent of Little Crane. The dog excitedly rolled around on them and chewed on them with its mouth until its saliva soaked the clothes and made them smell of both of them. Only then did it snuggle up with Little Crane in their new home, completely satisfied.
Little Crane hugged the dog's warm body and felt a happiness she had never known before.
He thought, this must be what home feels like.
However, neither the man nor the dog noticed that a familiar adult figure flashed past the entrance to the garbage dump.
So, two days later.
When Xiao Yinhe was eating at home, his uncle suddenly said to him in a kind tone, "Yinhe, have you been playing with a dog a lot lately?"
Little Hidden Crane trembled violently, its eyes widened in terror, and the color drained from its face in an instant.
My uncle's face was very thin, his skin and flesh taut against his bony frame. At this moment, he exaggeratedly lifted his face, trying to create a kind and loving appearance.
"Haha, don't be afraid. Your uncle didn't mean to blame you. Look, we made so much bone broth today. You can give the rest of the bones to that dog."
At this young age, Little Hidden Crane had not yet developed the ability to see through people's masks at a glance.
He didn't notice the glint of deep malice and venom that flashed in his uncle's eyes after he finished speaking.
The little crane was overjoyed as it packed the bones into a plastic bag and then ran back to the garbage dump, panting.
However, for some reason, he suddenly couldn't find his dog anywhere.
He shouted frantically outside all afternoon, running almost every road within a ten-mile radius, until the sun was setting before Xiao Yinhe had no choice but to drag his exhausted body back to his uncle's house.
His uncle and aunt looked him up and down with mocking eyes, then suddenly, as if they couldn't hold it in any longer, they pointed at him and burst into wild laughter.
Little Yinhe looked down blankly at the plastic bag full of bones that he was still clutching tightly in his hand, then at his uncle and aunt's faces contorted with laughter. Realizing something belatedly, he suddenly collapsed to the ground and began to vomit violently.
See? He can't even protect his little dog.
He truly doesn't deserve to have his own home.
This was the shadow of his life, and also his lifelong yearning.
As time went by, his desires not only did not diminish, but increased year by year, and now he has an almost obsessive attachment to the word "home".
So, it doesn't matter who it is.
It doesn't matter whether it's a person or a dog.
He is willing to stay as long as someone is willing to take him in and become his family, no matter what form it takes.
He never imagined that his wish would be fulfilled by a stranger before he died.
He admitted that he was deeply seduced by the man's words, "Come home with me."
So he made the craziest decision of his life.
He went "home" with the stranger.
Just like if a dog gives him food, he has to give the dog a new home in return.
Since the man gave him a home, he should also give the man something in return.
Only equivalent exchange is the fairest thing in the world, and it is also the thing that gives him the greatest sense of security.
But the man didn't want anything.
Wen Yinhe lowered his dark eyes, silently shedding tears in the darkness while gazing almost greedily at the man sleeping soundly on the bed. His face was clearly expressionless, yet it seemed to absorb and devour everything like a ghost, burning with a passion that wished it could burn its own life away.
It's as if once you're entangled with him, you're doomed and can never escape him in this lifetime.
The once stunningly handsome and gentle god-like man has now become no different from a ghost.
Or perhaps he was never a gentle male god.
His inherent madness and obsession have never changed.
After being taken in by this truly gentle man, he could no longer pretend.
Wen Yinhe had no idea whether his feelings for the man at this moment could be considered love.
But if a man needs his love, then he will give his all to love him, loving him with his body, heart, and soul.
That love will last longer than friendship, be more profound than family affection, and be more deep than romantic love.
It was the only thing he could offer to a man at that moment.
Wen Yinhe slowly knelt down beside Lu Huaijin's bed, his thick eyelashes drooping. He then slowly leaned down and carefully approached the sleeping, handsome man.
Like a devout pilgrim who finally manages to touch a peerless treasure on a long journey.
So gentle, so silent.
Yet it was so heavy that it was unbearable.
Wen Yinhe took the initiative to kiss Lu Huaijin's lips for the first time.
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