Chapter 57: The Evening Story Session is on

When Lu Zhi came back, he was wrapped in a cool breeze. Shen Ranxin was sitting on the bed with a tablet in her hand, flipping through something. She raised her eyes and saw Lu Zhi coming back, and lifted the quilt awkwardly.

"You..." He coughed softly. Although Shen Ran was prepared for Lu Zhi's temper that would go crazy from time to time, he still felt a little scared: "Are you okay?"

Lu Zhi stood at the door, looked up at him, but didn't come over: "Yeah."

Shen Ranxin didn't know what to say. After all, such an embarrassing thing had just happened. She could only lower her head and continue looking at the tablet.

Lu Zhi stood against the wall for more than half an hour before Shen Ranxin raised his eyes from the tablet: "...What are you doing standing there?"

"Waiting for you." Lu Zhi tilted his head: "Waiting for you to not be afraid of me... Do you want to listen to the evening story session?"

Shen Ran paused for a moment. He was indeed quite curious about the origins of Lu Zhi and Cheng Cheng. After all, this seemed to be related to his own life experience.

In fact, in the memories of the original owner that he took over, the original owner's parents were just two country people. After knowing that their son had become a big star, they had been sucking the original owner's blood. Apart from sending money on fixed days, the original owner did not have much interaction with his parents.

The name Shen Ziqing just popped into my mind when I saw the resume just now.

Shen Ranxin glanced at the time. It was already past four in the morning. After what he had just experienced, he couldn't fall asleep anyway. Shen Ranxin patted the bed beside him and said, "It's your nature to go crazy frequently. It's so funny. Actually, I'm not that scared."

Lu Zhi came over, sat beside Shen Ranxin's bed, and looked at him sincerely: "If you are very angry, just hit me, okay? It doesn't matter how hard it is, I will recover quickly."

Shen Ranxin rolled her eyes: "You wish."

Lu Zhi pursed his lips and smiled, then slowly moved closer to Shen Ranxin, his glassy eyes locked onto Shen Ranxin's eyes tightly: "Do you like me? I mean, would you like me when I'm not crazy?"

Shen Ranxin frowned, and his hands on the tablet trembled subconsciously, as if some deep secret in his heart was exposed. He couldn't stand Lu Zhi's gaze at this time, so he turned his head and looked away without saying a word.

"Go ahead." Lu Zhi's tone was a little more anxious than before, and he nuzzled his face with the tip of his nose: "Do you like it? Shen Ranxin, tell me, okay? This is really important to me. As long as you give me the answer, whether you like it or not, in exchange, I will tell you a story, okay?"

When Lu Zhi acts clingy and coquettishly, it really makes Shen Ran's heart float away.

But asking him to say the word "like" is absolutely impossible.

In his entire life, Shen Ranxin would never say the word "like" to another Alpha!

Lu Zhi lowered his eyes, a trace of grievance and disappointment flashed across his eyes: "But in fact, even if you don't tell me, I will tell you this story, young master."

Shen Ranxin closed her eyes, unable to bear seeing Lu Zhi looking so pitiful.

Even though I know that 90% of his behavior is fake.

Shen Ranxin gritted his teeth, blushed, and whispered in a low voice: "I've let you kiss me, hug me, and now you can sit by my bed instead of being buried by my window. What else do you want me to say?!"

Lu Zhi smiled and nudged Shen Ranxin's chin with his nose again: "Sit down, I'm going to start telling you a story."

Shen Ranxin pushed himself a little further inside, and Lu Zhi sat on top, bending his legs and looking at him: "Do you know the underground slave market?"

Shen Ranxin frowned: "I know that although the Empire has banned human trafficking in the slave market, this kind of underground black trade cannot be completely eliminated. I still understand the principle that if the water is too clear, there will be no fish. You said before that you are the slave market..."

He paused and didn't continue.

"Yes, I am the child of a slave. According to the way you upper-class people call me, I should be called a slave. The only lucky thing is that I have a relatively high level of mental strength." Lu Zhi raised his eyebrows lightly, and subconsciously touched the silver earrings on his ears: "The first time we met was in the slave market. At that time, I was six years old. Shen Ziqing brought you to the slave market to choose a little playmate for you."

Shen Ranxin was very familiar with this kind of plot and answered first: "I know, did I choose you?"

Lu Zhi bent his knees, resting his chin on them, and looked at him affectionately: "No, you think I'm boring and can't please people."

Shen Ranxin: “…”

All right.

Yes, how could such a plot fall on him, a vicious villain? It should have fallen on Cheng Cheng!

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The underground black market on the capital planet was very bustling. A long row of ragged slaves were chained with barbed iron chains, squatting in a cold and gloomy corner. The dirty water around them was splashed by passers-by and landed on their hideous wounds.

The whip-wielding merchant drove the slaves to a place with an impatient look on his face. He sat on a cargo box on the side and looked around at the customers coming and going.

Among them, a father and son pair particularly attracted attention.

The father and son were wearing almost identical white shirts and black trousers. The father looked very gentle, with an upright figure, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, and had a cold look that made people unable to look away. The little boy standing next to him also had a cold face, with fair skin, and looked noble and delicate.

"A Ran." The man called the little boy by his nickname and said, "Choose a boy of similar age here and bring him home to play with you, okay?"

The little boy frowned and said, "No, they are dirty and disgusting. I don't like playing with them."

"After you bring them home, you can give them a bath, share your clothes and beautiful toys with them, and you will become very good friends." Shen Ziqing touched his son's head and said, "Pick it. Pick your favorite Alpha and grow up with him."

The human trafficker quickly grabbed Lu Zhi, who was cowering on the side, and threw him roughly in front of the father and son.

Although Lu Zhi was already six years old at this time, due to long-term malnutrition, he looked as thin as a monkey in front of Shen Ranxin, who was the same age as him.

Shen Ranxin squatted down to look at him curiously. The trafficker quickly tightened the chain that tied Lu Zhi. The barbs rubbed into the wound that was already deep enough to see the bone. Bright red blood flowed out and was instantly dyed gray by the mud.

"This little guy is the strongest among all my slaves! His pheromone level is very high!" The trafficker tried his best to sell him: "That's why he doesn't obey. Master, be careful and don't get hurt by this bastard."

Shen Ranxin frowned and said in a childish voice, "He didn't mean to hurt me, why are you pulling his chain? Let go!"

Upon hearing this, the human trafficker had no choice but to loosen the chain. The barbs hooked the flesh and blood, sticking to the black spikes that were so dark that the original color could not be seen.

Shen Ranxin walked over and squatted down to look him in the eye.

At this distance, if he tried to attack, Shen Ranxin would be killed immediately.

Perhaps it was because of Shen Ranxin’s naivety and that inexplicable and ridiculous trust.

He didn't show any aggressiveness at all, just stared at him with pursed lips.

Shen Ranxin asked: "What's your name?"

Lu Zhi didn't say anything.

The dealer next to him interrupted and said, "Hey, what name can a slave have? Young master, just buy him home and give him any name. He is smart and will be very obedient after being trained."

Shen Ranxin didn't seem to like the dealer very much. He glared at him with his small eyes. He was only six years old, but that look had already been passed down from his father. It was mean and indifferent, as if he was looking at trash.

The dealer shut up and said no more.

"You're as skinny as a mouse. I'll give you a name... um... Zhizhi, shall I?" Shen Ranxin looked at him curiously: "Do you know what the name is?"

Lu Zhi still didn't say anything, but just looked at him through his hair that was caked with mud.

He had silver hair, which was rare among human slaves, but at that time it was covered with layer upon layer of dirty water and had clumped together, making it difficult to see.

Shen Ranxin sighed, and condescended to pick up a small stick from the side. He practiced on the ground for a long time, and found that he actually couldn't write the word "吱".

Then he wrote the character "只" and said with his chin up: "You can't read, so this is a simpler sign so it's easier for you to remember."

The child stared at the word "只" on the ground which was gradually swallowed by the sewage.

The dealer came up quickly and said with a smile, "Now that the name has been chosen, why don't you take him home, young master?"

Shen Ranxin stood up, looked down at him, and shook her head: "I don't want it, he is a mute, I like people who can talk, who can make me happy and have fun, he is dull, not fun at all."

There was a human servant of similar age who crawled over using his hands and feet. He looked up at Shen Ranxin in a fawning manner and said, "I can do it! I can talk! I can tell jokes and stories, too. Young Master, buy me, please."

Shen Ranxin glanced at his father, pointed at the slave next to Lu Zhi and said, "Then I'll take him, okay, father?"