Yin Chengjue felt that he must have entered the room the wrong way, otherwise, why would he see such an unexpected scene?
They even asked him if he had been coerced.
How exactly was this conclusion reached?
The butler brought a first-aid kit at the right time, and asked the two to apply the medicine first. Yin Chengjue was anxious to see how Rong Yu was doing, so he refused.
However, Rong Yueya took out an anti-inflammatory spray from the medicine box and came over to help Yin Chengjue apply the medicine. Yin Chengjue couldn't let her do it, so he thanked her and took the spray and sprayed it himself.
Rong Yueya adjusted her glasses, looked at Yin Chengjue, and sighed, "Your eyes are just like Xiaohe's. I miss them so much. When we were in school, she climbed over the wall to buy candied hawthorns, but when she came back, she couldn't free her hands, lost her grip, and fell, hitting her eye. It was so close! Her left eye was swollen. Yes, just like you are now, exactly the same."
Yin Chengjue: "..." The last sentence was unnecessary; really, I know I'm disfigured now...
Rong Yueya added, "After you've applied the medicine, come with us for a look. Since Xiaoyu was able to lie to you with his older brother, he probably didn't tell you the truth about the real reason he ran away from home, right?"
Yin Chengjue tightened his grip on the medicine bottle: "Isn't it because you forced him to go to the hospital?"
Rong Yueya raised an eyebrow: "Huh? He told you this? I thought he wouldn't."
Yin Chengjue asked in confusion, "But didn't you just say you could accept two men being together? Since you all know this isn't an illness, why are you forcing him to go to the hospital?"
"What?" Murong Anbang's eyes widened: "That's what that brat told you?"
Murong He rubbed his temples, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Murong Shu still groaning as he applied the medicine. He couldn't help but give him an elbow!
Murong He gave him a look: I told you to talk to him on the phone in a normal tone, and look what happened now? Trouble has arisen, hasn't it? Too much trouble now?
Murong Shu: ? ? "Brother, if your eye is twitching, go get it treated. Stop blinking at me all the time."
Yin Chengjue felt a bit confused: "So, what exactly happened? Is there anything different from what Xiaoyu told me?"
"Hey, this is hard to explain. You should come with us first." With that, Rong Yueya went upstairs, and Murong Shu and Murong He followed, standing on either side of Yin Chengjue, clearly worried that Yin Chengjue might run off to search for people elsewhere.
Rong Yueya led Yin Chengjue up to the attic. As soon as the door opened, a musty smell wafted out, indicating that it hadn't been opened for a long time.
"Snap!" Rong Yueya fumbled for the light and turned it on. What she saw was a pile of cardboard boxes. There were so many boxes that they were almost as tall as a person when they were all stacked up.
The attic didn't look small, but it was almost entirely filled with cardboard boxes, and it became crowded after a few big men went in.
Yin Chengjue didn't understand what Rong Yueya was going to do. Murong He had already stepped forward and carried one of the large boxes down, placing it at Yin Chengjue's feet.
Despite Murong He's best efforts to gently place it down, some dust still rose up, indicating that the place hadn't been cleaned for a long time.
Murong Anbang handed Rong Yueya a face mask.
Rong Yueya put on a mask before continuing, "Open it and see for yourself."
Yin Chengjue's curiosity was piqued by them, so he tore off the tape sealing the large cardboard box. As soon as he opened the box, he saw... uh, posters piled up inside?
They must be posters, right? They were all rolled up and tied with rope, piled up in a whole box. And they weren't rolled up one by one, but many rolled together, so they were quite heavy.
Yin Chengjue untied the rope and unrolled the large roll of posters—
This is his face.
Yin Chengjue separated the posters one by one, and unsurprisingly, every single one of them featured him.
Moreover, they are all wearing the same school uniform, with only slight variations in their poses; some poses are almost identical.
Yin Chengjue flipped through the posters and put them back in order. Then, holding the top of the posters with one hand and pinching the bottom with the other, he quickly released the posters one by one.
Then, the person on the poster "moved" in our line of sight. The person on the poster raised his hand to wipe the water that had dripped down his chin, and then smiled forward.
With just a simple action, the entire stack of posters was displayed.
Standing behind Yin Chengjue, Murong Shu, who witnessed the scene from the same perspective, was speechless.
Although Rong Yueya wasn't standing behind Yin Chengjue, seeing his expression, she suddenly understood something and slapped her palm: "Ah! So that's how it is! No wonder he printed so many!"
"Does this 'him' refer to Xiaoyu?" Yin Chengjue vaguely guessed something, gathered up the posters in his hands, tied them up, picked up the other rolls, and asked, "Is this one also about me?"
As Yin Chengjue spoke, he opened the box to examine it. Sure enough, it was him, but he was wearing different clothes and moving differently.
Yin Chengjue stood up, picked up another box from the nearest spot, and quickly opened it. Although it wasn't a poster, it was something related to him—it contained a painting of his portrait.
Seeing that Yin Chengjue's expression was very calm, Rong Yueya was a little unsure whether Yin Chengjue was overly shocked or genuinely not curious, so she could only ask, "Don't you want to ask anything?"
Yin Chengjue put the boxes back: "What are you asking?"
Rong Yueya: "Don't you want to ask whose these are? Why are there so many posters with your image on them piled up here? Why are there so many paintings here, and the people in them are all you? Why are even the things you accidentally lost here?"
Yin Chengjue was about to say, "I know these belong to Xiaoyu," but upon hearing the last sentence, he froze: "What? My lost things?"
Rong Yueya gestured towards a pile of large boxes: "Look, they're all here. I don't remember which box it is, but there are a lot of them. We found them in the house he secretly bought outside."
Rong Yueya: "I know you must find it hard to understand. We were also shocked when we stumbled upon it. It was everywhere, it was like he was possessed. You tell me, isn't this a disease? If we hadn't stopped him sooner, I was worried that one day when I went into his room again, I wouldn't see posters covering the walls, but a living person framed there."
Yin Chengjue felt that Rong Yueya was exaggerating a bit: "It's just some hobbies, there's no need to escalate it to the point of suspecting that he's sick, is there?"
Rong Yueya: "I know a man who, in order to make his lover completely belong to him, put his lover's ashes into his heart."
Rong Yueya looked at Yin Chengjue: "And what he did before is not much different from what Xiaoyu is doing now."
Yin Chengjue found it somewhat absurd: "You can't treat Xiaoyu the same way just because you've met similar people, right? Xiaoyu is different."
“How do you know he won’t?” Rong Yueya shook her head: “You don’t fully understand him. He really is… insane. He’s more insane than you imagine, more insane than you see. If we can’t stop him and change him in time, I’m worried he’ll lose control. If he can’t even control himself, how can you be so sure that he won’t do anything irreversible?”
"..." At this moment, Yin Chengjue suddenly understood the feeling that Rong Yu had described to him.
The people in front of her were genuinely concerned for Rong Yu and worried about her, but their thoughts only made Rong Yu more and more anxious.
Rong Yu repeatedly argued, "I'm not sick, I won't do that, I can control myself."
But his family members held him in their arms, gently comforting him and telling him, "Be good, listen to me. If you wait until that time comes, it will be too late. You won't be able to control yourself. You will need treatment."
"I'm really not sick."
"You need treatment."
"Can I not tell him that I've seen these?" Yin Chengjue closed the box and put it back in its place: "This is his secret."
Rong Yueya finally noticed Yin Chengjue's unusual calmness: "You...you didn't know all along, did you?"
Yin Chengjue nodded: "Yes, I know."
Rong Yueya: "You should have seen these, right? These things couldn't have been obtained without constantly following you."
Yin Chengjue: "I know."
Rong Yueya: "To track you at any time, he needs to be able to find your location at all times, so he must have installed a tracking device on you."
Yin Chengjue: "I know." It's too obvious. They'll be kissing that spot all day. If I don't notice, I'll start to doubt my own intelligence.
Rong Yueya: "Every chance encounter you have is premeditated by him!"
Yin Chengjue smiled faintly: "It's my honor."
Rong Yueya: "It's possible that even your relationship was orchestrated by him!"
Yin Chengjue: "I am extremely honored."
A loud bang suddenly came from downstairs!
Rong Yueya immediately looked at her two sons.
Murong He and Murong Shu exchanged a glance and immediately ran downstairs.
Yin Chengjue wanted to follow, but Murong Anbang grabbed his arm.
Realizing that this was his father-in-law, Yin Chengjue didn't dare to argue directly and could only say, "Dad."
Murong Anbang: "Since you call me Dad, my words should carry some weight with you, right? I'm telling you to stand right here and not go anywhere. Can you do that?"
Yin Chengjue: "..." I was too hasty. I should have acknowledged it later.
Rong Yueya also said, "Xiao Jue, it's best if you don't get involved in this matter. Just stay here. Don't you want to know why your memories of your childhood are so vague?"
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