Chapter 68: The King of Hell’s Wedding (48)
Clang—clang—
After the wind died down, everyone’s robes slowly settled and hung still. The only sound left inside the hall was the dull echo of “clang—clang.” Jian Yuntai gripped Yan Luo’s hair with his left hand and stepped forward until he stood in front of Cui Yu.
“I killed Yan Luo.” The red mark between his brows flickered. He curved his lips, desperately restraining the bloodthirsty urge rising within him, and said solemnly, “From now on, no one will bully you again.”
“…” Cui Yu’s gaze flickered slightly, as if something inside him had been stirred.
【Countdown】
【15, 14, 13, 12, 11…】
Everyone held their breath as they watched the two of them—players inside the instance, livestream viewers outside, and researchers alike.
Just as the researchers assumed Cui Yu would hit rock bottom and rebound into madness, he suddenly raised his hand and pulled Jian Yuntai into his arms.
The bright red wedding robes billowed up at once, layers upon layers intertwining and blooming outward. Though today was not a wedding day, the two of them looked as though they were getting married.
Cui Yu buried his face in Jian Yuntai’s neck. No one could see his expression. They could only hear the hoarseness and helplessness in his voice. “I thought… you were dead.”
“Wei Shenglu’s mental threshold actually dropped…” someone in the Xiang’an Team said in disbelief.
They exchanged glances, and amidst their shock, an incredible thought surfaced—Wei Shenglu had really been soothed by Jian Yuntai?!
Using one madman to calm another madman was absurd. And yet the scene before them kept reminding everyone that with Jian Yuntai, even the most absurd things could happen.
The Xiang’an Team was filled with joy.
The Zhao’an Team was the same.
“Jian Yuntai’s mental threshold dropped,” someone shouted excitedly. “The red mark on his forehead faded too!”
Before this, everyone had prepared for the worst: Jian Yuntai might slaughter everyone in the instance.
But Cui Yu’s appearance had changed everything.
Cen Pengyi was dumbfounded. The bloody scene he had expected never happened. After a moment, he turned to the person beside him and asked, “What exactly is the relationship between these two in the instance?”
The little assistant happened to be standing next to him. Upon hearing this, he simply read aloud from the bullet chat: “Hurry up and kiss already!”
“???” Cen Pengyi’s expression instantly turned strange, as if he had swallowed a pound of iron weights.
One was the Xiang’an Team’s greatest weapon to date.
The other was the Zhao’an Team’s most unstable explosive.
These two—
They should have had absolutely nothing to do with each other!
And yet, they were both suppressing their instincts for the other’s sake. In the past, this had never happened within the Xiang’an Team. Members whose mental thresholds were too high could never suppress themselves—that was why they had broken the law and even escaped after being arrested.
No… perhaps they were not deliberately suppressing their instincts. Perhaps it was simply that when they saw each other, their restless hearts calmed on their own, like fish returning to clear spring water.
It was nothing short of a miracle.
Cen Pengyi stared blankly at the public screen.
Someone in the room let out a long breath. “Once the countdown ends and the loop restarts, Jian Yuntai should wake up, right?”
“Sigh… this instance was truly too difficult. This was already the third loop. I’m a little worried he won’t make it out.”
Just as everyone was sighing in relief, another mutation occurred inside the instance!
Jian Yuntai’s scarlet pupils gradually returned to black, leaving only faint specks of gold-red behind. Still in the embrace, he slightly raised one arm as if summoning something. In the main hall, the Record of Soul Contracts suddenly floated into his palm.
What was Jian Yuntai going to do?
The players exchanged looks. The viewers paused their discussion, staring at the screen in curiosity.
【Countdown】
【10, 9, 8, 7…】
The instance was about to loop again.
What exactly did Jian Yuntai intend to do?
His slender fingers tightened slightly. In everyone’s sight, it looked as though his hand was blocked by empty air, as if he were gripping something invisible. Only Jian Yuntai himself could see it—he was holding a dagger.
The bullet chat froze for a moment before exploding.
“I think I know what he’s about to do!”
“No wonder! No wonder! I was wondering before—Jian Dadan wasn’t the lovestruck type. For him to give up clearing the instance and choose to re-enter the loop for Cui Yu didn’t fit his personality. Now I get it… he found a better way to clear it!”
“What are you all talking about? I don’t understand tat.”
“That dagger—it’s the dagger from the second round’s Do Not Speak of Secret Treasures! Did you forget?!”
The countdown ticked away second by second.
The red light still flickered in Jian Yuntai’s eyes. With his other hand, he gently stroked Cui Yu’s long white hair. He had coveted that white hair for the entire instance. He had not expected that he would get to touch it under such circumstances.
The feeling truly made him reluctant to let go.
Unfortunately, he would not be able to touch it again.
“When the Buddha gifted me the Record of Soul Contracts, he also gave me this dagger. Few in the world know of it. In the entire Underworld, only Yan Luo and I could see it… until now, you as well.”
Cui Yu’s words seemed to echo in his ears, “The soul-reaping brush can erase names on the Record, but it only temporarily conceals destiny. Only by carving names with this dagger can one truly sever the threads of fate.”
—Sever fate.
“Is Jian Dadan trying to change the destined person to Yan Luo? But if Yan Luo dies, he’ll die too.”
“Maybe not to Yan Luo—maybe to someone else. That way he won’t have to cut off Cui Yu’s weakness.”
“Ah? Then in the next loop, Jian Dadan and Cui Yu won’t meet at all, nooooo!”
The livestream chat scrolled rapidly. The viewers clearly could not accept Jian Yuntai changing Cui Yu. Yet in the next instant, the chat abruptly froze. Everyone fell into stunned silence.
Jian Yuntai raised his arm high, then suddenly flipped his wrist and drove the dagger downward.
Slash—
He plunged it into the Record of Soul Contracts!
It pierced straight through the book.
The instance countdown reached 3—then abruptly stopped.
In that instant, a violent gale roared through the hall. All the players were blinded by the wind and had to lower their bodies, staring blankly toward the hall entrance. The magnificent sight before them defied description. It was as if a suspended radiation field had formed there, and at the center of the storm, the two figures overlapped.
Moments later, the instance’s background voice sounded:
【Player Chen Sanxian, you and your destined person Diao Shan have severed destiny. You are no longer connected.】
【Player He Qingzhou, you and your destined person Yuan Kejia have severed destiny. You are no longer connected.】
Everyone heard similar announcements.
【Player Yu Xingcao, you and your destined person…】
【Player Cha Huafeng, you and…】
The sound reached their ears, but none of them could react. They could only stare in shock.
“What’s going on?!”
“What did Jian Yuntai do?”
Finally—
【Player Jian Yuntai】
【You and your destined person Cui Yu have severed fate】
【You are no longer connected】
“…” Jian Yuntai’s body stiffened.
Cui Yu keenly sensed something was wrong. He pulled back slightly, silent inquiry in his eyes.
Jian Yuntai could barely meet his gaze. His voice was hoarse as he said, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t stay here forever.”
【You have successfully cleared the instance—King of Hell’s Wedding】
【Player Jian Yuntai, total players in this instance: 224. Survivors: 224. Elimination rate: zero. Congratulations on surviving!】
【Your instance rewards will now be calculated…】
Jian Yuntai’s figure faded little by little.
It was as if Cui Yu suddenly understood everything. He reached out anxiously, but his pale hand passed straight through Jian Yuntai’s body. He could no longer touch him.
“Don’t go.” He cried out urgently, trying to grasp Jian Yuntai’s hand. The corners of his eyes instantly flushed a mottled red.
To lose something after having regained it—
What kind of collapse was that?
“Don’t go. Don’t leave!” Cui Yu’s voice was already choked with sobs.
Jian Yuntai looked at him for a long time. His eyes flickered faintly, as if moisture shimmered within them. He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, that trace of wetness had disappeared.
“…I’m sorry.” Those words seemed to drain all the strength from his body.
“I’m sorry.”
……
……
【Calculating your instance rewards—】
【Because you did not trigger the main quest or side quests, nor complete the main quest or side quests, we regret to inform you that you have not received any survival time rewards.】
【Your remaining survival time: 4 days, 2 hours, 12 minutes.】
Bang, bang, bang—
People kept falling from beside the Life Crystal, crashing into the muddy ground. The sound rang out more than a hundred times. Even though they had already exited the instance, everyone was still slow to react.
Then, from the depths of their hearts, overwhelming relief burst forth.
They had truly survived a disaster this time.
Everyone present—including the on-site staff—turned their gazes in unison toward the same direction.
They all looked at Jian Yuntai, unable to hide their apprehension.
Woo—woo—
Woo—woo—
Last time, armored vehicles had come to pick someone up. This time, it was a helicopter. Soldiers from the Inspection Team descended and cautiously approached to check on him. One of them called out loudly, “He fainted! Get him to Medical Ridge immediately for a thorough examination!”
No sooner had the words fallen—
Crack.
Under everyone’s suffocating, horrified gaze, fractures spread across the surface of the Life Crystal. With several sharp cracking sounds—
It shattered.
“?!!!”
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By the time the livestream ended, the viewers’ minds were completely blank. When they came back to their senses, the players had already cleared the instance. They immediately rushed to Weibo, spreading the shocking news online:
“Holy shit, Jian Yuntai pierced the Record of Soul Contracts, destroyed the instance, and saved everyone!”
“That’s insane. How did he even think of that? Even if I could think of it, I wouldn’t have been able to see that dagger.”
“The Livestream Team’s mission was only to rescue the political elite’s son, Sun Bin. But he carried over two hundred players to victory. I’m tired of saying the word ‘respect.’ And he even crushed He Qingzhou’s promotion record at double or triple the scale. That terrifying record is basically the ceiling—how could anyone break it? I feel bad for future rookies in the Livestream Team.”
“Ghost Type, right? He has to be Sinister Ghost Type! Only Ghost Type could produce such a terrifying Boss.”
“Hehe, looks like I’ll make a fortune once the betting opens.”
“It’ll probably open before the day after tomorrow. Jian Yuntai advanced to ordinary citizen status, so the Livestream Team will definitely release his Sinister Type info by then. I’m not entering any instances for now—I’m just waiting for the betting to open so I can collect my money.”
“Holy crap, did you see the latest news? The Life Crystal shattered. I’m kneeling to Jian Yuntai from afar.”
“???”
“Seriously? If the Life Crystal shattered, doesn’t that mean this instance can never be entered again?”
“Ah? I was planning to enter the instance to get close to Cui Yu. Wuwuwu what about my beautiful Cui Yu now?!”
“At this point I don’t even care. I thought Jian Dadan was definitely going to die. As long as he survived, that’s enough. Wuwuwu… At least they’re both alive. I’m satisfied qaq.”
Cui Yu was indeed still alive.
But completely unlike what the public imagined, he was not alive inside the instance—he was alive in the real world.
While the Zhao’an Team shut down the alarms and celebrated, the Xiang’an Team raised their Level Two alert to Level One.
Inside the Xiang’an Team villa—
Everyone just wanted to run.
The people on the first floor were drenched in cold sweat from terror. The researchers on the second floor were even more mentally shattered.
Creak, creak—
The iron chair groaned.
Wei Shenglu sat up from the iron chair. His magnificent white hair cascaded down his back. For a long while, he did not move.
During those motionless minutes, every researcher on the second floor stared at him without blinking, unconsciously holding their breath, afraid of disturbing him.
In the increasingly suffocating atmosphere, Wei Shenglu stood up expressionlessly and began walking toward the exit.
The glass enclosure might as well not have existed. No one dared step forward to stop him. He walked all the way down to the first floor without obstruction.
A black shackle encircled his neck, a faint red light flashing at the edge of the metal ring, emitting a continuous sizzling sound.
Bang.
The front door swung open.
In that instant, a torrent of noise flooded into the villa—the whir of helicopter blades, engines of vehicles revving, the sound of bullets being loaded. Someone shouted in panic through a loudspeaker, “Take one more step and it will be treated as a jailbreak!”
“Wei Shenglu!”
“Calm down!”
The researchers inside the villa seemed to snap out of their daze only now, shouting anxiously and on the verge of collapse from behind. Several people called out at once, but Wei Shenglu acted as though he had heard nothing.
He lifted his gaze and stared at the helicopter outside.
In his pale eyes, there was not the slightest trace of human emotion—only inhuman frenzy and displaced rage.
Boom—boom—
The helicopter pilot seemed possessed, as though overtaken by a monster. The aircraft jerked violently and smashed into an armored vehicle below. Smoke billowed instantly, and the stench of gasoline spread throughout the Xiang’an Team villa compound.
Lights flicked on in every villa. In the dead of night, the madmen of the Xiang’an Team appeared unusually exhilarated. At a glance, it almost seemed as if they were considering taking advantage of the chaos to escape.
“Spirit plunder,” a researcher urgently reported to the senior professor. “Wei Shenglu can seize a person’s soul and consciousness and insert himself into it—just like entering an instance. Even if we deploy every soldier from the Inspection Team, we won’t be able to stop him!”
Back then, Wei Shenglu had surrendered voluntarily.
Otherwise, the Alliance would have had no way to deal with him.
The senior professor’s brows were deeply furrowed. “Doesn’t the black shackle automatically inject a brain-threshold sedative? Why isn’t it working on Wei Shenglu?”
“His mental threshold is too high right now. His brain threshold is fully guarded. The sedative can’t take effect.”
“Then disrupt his mind.”
“Disrupt his mind—quickly, disrupt his mind!”
Upon receiving the professor’s order, the surrounding staff were flustered and clueless. They could only try their luck blindly:
“Wei Shenglu, don’t forget why you entered the Xiang’an Team. If you leave now, all your efforts will be wasted!”
“You’ve already endured for a year.”
“Wei Shenglu, stop!”
Outside the villa, helicopters crashed down like falling meteors. Car alarms blared nonstop. Everyone was bathed in the flashing red of emergency lights, shivering in the cold.
Clearly—
Wei Shenglu had no intention of stopping.
Bang—
At last, someone pulled the trigger.
With a sharp whoosh, the bullet was blocked by a speed-type Sinister Monster Type. A superior officer furiously cursed the reckless soldier, “Who told you to fire? Wei Shenglu cannot die! He’s the Xiang’an Team’s secret weapon. Without him, how are we supposed to compete with the Zhao’an Team?”
All this chaos seemed like fleeting smoke. Wei Shenglu’s eyes were pitch black, reflecting nothing at all.
He lifted his foot, about to step outside—
It was over. Completely over.
If Wei Shenglu had successfully broken out of prison, there would have been no way they could ever capture him again—the difficulty would have rivaled ascending to the heavens. Everyone present would have faced severe punishment from the Alliance for dereliction of duty. Dismissal would have been the lightest consequence; what they feared most was retaliation from old enemies.
Without the Alliance’s protection, it would have been no exaggeration to say they would have fallen from heaven straight into hell. They might as well have died.
Despair surfaced in everyone’s eyes. All they could do was watch helplessly as Wei Shenglu’s black boot came down.
“Cui Yu!” A sudden shout rang out in the villa.
Under the ecstatic gazes of everyone present, Wei Shenglu abruptly halted mid-step. He withdrew his foot and turned his head to look back.
In a room full of people, not one dared meet his eyes.
The young assistant’s Auntie had forced herself to shout. She had not expected blind luck to strike—yet somehow she had actually managed to stop Wei Shenglu. Her heart pounded with unease.
Her colleagues’ pleading looks weighed heavily on her shoulders like a crushing burden. She had no choice but to steel herself again and meet Wei Shenglu’s deathly, lifeless gaze. Testing the waters, she said, “Jian Yuntai is fine. You’ll be able to see him again. But think about your identity. Think about where you stand. The way he treated you in the instance—would he treat you the same way in reality?”
“You are Wei Shenglu, not Cui Yu.”
Wei Shenglu’s pupils trembled slightly. He had clearly heard those words.
Auntie murmured “Amitabha*” in her heart, then hardened herself and pressed on.
Note: it’s a chant for Buddhist for the Buddha’s blessing. Like calling god for protection.
She raised her voice sharply. “Jian Yuntai treated Cui Yu so well because Cui Yu’s childhood experiences moved him. Think carefully—have you experienced those same childhood hardships?”
“…………”
The villa fell into utter silence. One could have heard a pin drop.
Thump. Thump.
Thump. Thump.
It felt as though everyone could hear their own heartbeats growing louder and louder, until the pounding nearly blocked out all sound. Amid the ringing in their ears and the suffocating silence, they saw Wei Shenglu’s brows knit slightly. A trace of confusion appeared on his godlike, noble face.
“But… aren’t I Cui Yu?”
“You’re not Cui Yu. Your name is Wei Shenglu. You belong to the Xiang’an Team, and Jian Yuntai belongs to the Zhao’an Team. If you don’t believe me, I can ask someone from the Zhao’an Team to subtly sound Jian Yuntai out.”
After a pause, Auntie spoke bluntly. “The person Jian Yuntai likes is Cui Yu—not you!”
Wei Shenglu’s pupils contracted sharply.
Now!
The researcher immediately injected the tranquilizer. The black shackles flared red, and countless sharp silver needles suddenly extended from the circular restraint with a metallic rasp, plunging into Wei Shenglu’s neck.
His white hair lifted slightly, then cascaded down like flowing pearls onto the ground. Even long after Wei Shenglu collapsed, nearly ten thousand people inside and outside the villa did not dare move, afraid of waking him.
About ten minutes later, people finally relaxed their guard, as though they had survived a catastrophe.
The crisis had passed.
“So mentioning Jian Yuntai was what could shake him.” One of the researchers looked at Auntie with admiration and asked, “But Cui Yu is Wei Shenglu, and those childhood experiences really did happen to Wei Shenglu. Do you truly think Jian Yuntai would treat them differently?”
“I made it up on the spot.” Auntie’s legs gave out and she slumped to the ground. Only then did she realize her back was drenched in cold sweat. She had truly walked the edge of a blade. “It might not have been true, but Wei Shenglu worried about it. That was enough to disturb his mind.”
“What a vicious tactic,” the surrounding researchers marveled, then added sympathetically, “You said you’d ask someone from the Zhao’an Team to subtly question Jian Yuntai. That lie definitely won’t hold up.”
“Who are you even going to ask?”
“…………” Auntie’s lips twitched.
Whatever. Even a useless pile of dog shit, if raised this long, ought to be good for something at least once!
……
……
“Ah-choo.” The little assistant rubbed his nose.
Meow meow meow? Was someone just cursing him?
By the time he entered Medical Ridge, the sky was already bright. Many people had just woken from sleep, only to discover they had missed a massive piece of gossip. The King of Hell’s Wedding instance had already attracted enormous attention, and this successful clearance was entirely thanks to Jian Yuntai.
When word spread that Jian Yuntai had been sent to Medical Ridge, everyone grew even more concerned about his condition.
Normally, when streamers were seriously injured, they were treated on the spot. Most flesh wounds could quickly be healed by a Sinister Spirit Type. Only when the accompanying Sinister Spirit Type’s abilities were insufficient and the streamer’s injuries were too severe would they be sent to Medical Ridge.
What the public was even more curious about, however, was what exactly had happened to Jian Yuntai at the end of the instance.
Crimson pupils. A red mark between his brows. Black hair lengthening dramatically.
That was clearly abnormal!
“All indicators are normal. You fainted from sheer exhaustion—you hadn’t slept properly during those days in the instance.” Manager Liang Yan, pushed open the door and entered. “Do you remember what happened at the end of the instance?”
“I remember everything.”
“How did you feel at the time?”
“Like I was drunk.”
“It seems the memories of the third personality, Red Lotus, won’t disappear. We’ll need to report that later. Do you feel any discomfort now?”
“No.” Jian Yuntai leaned back against the hospital bed, his face slightly pale, eyes lowered. After a pause, he looked up and asked, “They’re saying online that the Life Crystal shattered. Is that true?”
“……” Liang Yan looked at him in surprise. The Jian Yuntai of the past had never paid attention to online discourse.
Since he had gone online, he must have known he had already been pushed to the center of the storm. Yet the first thing he asked about was not himself, but the Life Crystal.
“It’s true.” Liang Yan sighed and nodded.
Jian Yuntai fell silent for several minutes. He slowly closed his eyes and, after a long while, said, “That’s fine too.”
From beginning to end, players and NPCs were never destined for a good outcome. Liang Yan had initially been worried that Jian Yuntai might react like Lin Fuxue once had—breaking down hysterically after leaving an instance.
Now, at least outwardly, Jian Yuntai seemed calm. Afraid he might overthink, Liang Yan changed the subject. “You stayed in that instance for too long. The next instance will open in three days, and you only have three days of survival time left.”
After a pause, she asked with a headache, “Do you know what that means?”
Jian Yuntai nodded. “It means I have to complete the main quest in the next instance and clear it successfully to earn enough survival time. If I don’t even trigger the main quest, I’ll die as soon as I come out.”
“Exactly.” Liang Yan handed him a tablet. “But that’s not the most urgent issue. Your year-end performance targets are hard to meet right now. You need to participate in instances rated C-level or above as much as possible. In a couple of days, we’ll record a video to open your Weibo account and announce your Sinister Type.”
Jian Yuntai said bluntly, “I’m too lazy to post on Weibo.”
Liang Yan laughed. “The account will be in your hands. Post if you feel like it—if not, no one will force you.” As she unlocked the tablet, two instance names appeared on the screen. “Class advancement increases by tenfold each tier. To rise from ordinary citizen to nobility, you need five million livestream bookmarks. You currently have just over 1.2 million.”
“It’s only a matter of time.” Jian Yuntai showed no particular emotion and asked directly, “You’re letting me choose between these two instances?”
Though he revealed little outward emotion, Liang Yan still keenly sensed it—
Jian Yuntai seemed to be in a bad mood.
Was it because of Cui Yu?
Liang Yan did not dare think too deeply about it, nor did she dare ask outright.
She changed the subject instead. “If you could enter whichever instance you chose, I wouldn’t be worrying like this. The situation is this: to be promoted to nobility, you not only need five million Bookmarks, you also have to clear two fixed B- and C-level instances, as well as two random C-level instances.”
“The King of Hell’s Wedding counted as one C-level instance. That means you’re still short one random C-level instance and two fixed B- or C-level instances. I’ll arrange the former for you. As for the latter… tsk, it’s a bit difficult. A lot of people in the Livestream Team are stuck right at the threshold between ordinary citizen and nobility. These two instances require queuing. Forget about the B-level one for now—only one streamer can enter each time, and the line’s already almost booked through the year after next.”
“What about the C-level?” Jian Yuntai asked.
Liang Yan swiped the tablet, sliding one instance away until only a single line of text remained on the screen.
【Artificial Intelligence】
“The C-level instance Artificial Intelligence has available slots next month. It just happens to count toward year-end performance. But you should know that these so-called ‘fixed’ instances rotate every month. Artificial Intelligence has only opened once so far, and I couldn’t find any useful information about it.”
Jian Yuntai’s expression did not change. “It’s fine.”
Seeing that he did not seem to take it seriously at all, Liang Yan grew anxious. “Don’t underestimate this instance. Last time, eight streamers were sent in, along with ninety-two ordinary players. Guess what the survival rate was?”
Without waiting for Jian Yuntai to answer, Liang Yan impatiently raised one finger, her expression exaggerated. “One. Only one percent.”
“…?” Jian Yuntai frowned slightly. This time he finally straightened up, alert. “A one percent survival rate, and it’s only rated C-level? The ranking doesn’t make sense.”
Liang Yan shook her head. “It’s not the ranking that’s abnormal—it’s the survival rate. According to the magnetic field readings of the Life Crystal, the instance truly only has C-level difficulty. But… no one knows what actually happened inside. Only the sole survivor does.”
Jian Yuntai stared at the tablet for a moment, frowning. “I want to meet that person and ask about the situation.”
“What a coincidence.” Liang Yan had been thinking the same thing. Seeing that Jian Yuntai had caught on, she was pleased she did not need to waste more words. “He’s currently at Medical Ridge. Turn left when you go out—he’s in the ward next door.”
“…” Jian Yuntai was speechless. Pressing a hand to his forehead, he said, “You deliberately arranged for me to be placed next to him, didn’t you?”
Liang Yan chuckled. “Can’t hide anything from you.” Then she added, “But before you see him, you need to prepare yourself mentally. Because you know this person.”
Know him?
Jian Yuntai looked at her in confusion.
He had not known any of the streamers in the Livestream Team before. In the two months since joining, he had not gotten to know many either. In his memory, there was no one that impressive—someone who could survive under a terrifying one percent survival rate.
Who could it be?
Knock, knock.
The little assistant poked his head in. He first glanced cautiously at Jian Yuntai. Seeing that his forehead was smooth and his eyes had returned to their normal gray-black color, the little assistant finally let out a breath of relief.
After Liang Yan left to handle the discharge procedures, the little assistant timidly stepped forward, looking as if he were about to cry. “Brother Jian, after being promoted from ordinary citizen, you’re supposed to move to a new place. I haven’t finished the housing paperwork yet.”
Jian Yuntai glanced at him. Sunlight streamed in from outside the window, shining on the swirl of hair at the crown of the little assistant’s head. For a fleeting moment, Jian Yuntai thought it was white hair.
But he quickly steadied his gaze, turned away, and pressed his lips together. “If it’s not done, then it’s not done. I only have three days left anyway, and I’m too lazy to move. I just want to rest properly for these few days.”
“Okay…” The little assistant nodded obediently. Inside, however, he began to panic again—Auntie had assigned him a spy mission!
What was he supposed to do? He didn’t dare ask!
Even if he didn’t dare, he still had to. The little assistant fidgeted awkwardly in the ward for a long time. Judging by the time, Liang Yan would be back soon. Finally, he squeezed his eyes shut, mustered his courage, and suddenly blurted out, “I—I—I have something to ask you!”
“???” Jian Yuntai turned his gaze toward him.
The moment their eyes met, the little assistant’s freshly summoned courage slipped away like water down a drain.
The scene in the instance where Jian Yuntai had torn off Yan Luo’s head had become a lifelong psychological shadow for him. The fact that he could still stand here without wetting his pants was already an extraordinary performance.
And on top of that, whatever he asked would pass through Auntie’s mouth and eventually reach Wei Shenglu’s ears. That made it even more terrifying.
Seeing Jian Yuntai’s gaze grow increasingly suspicious, the little assistant gritted his teeth and forced himself to cough lightly. Carefully, he said, “I saw online that everyone’s shipping you and Cui Yu as a couple, so I got a bit curious. You… what exactly did you feel about Cui Yu, deep down?”
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