Chapter 117
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Just five hours ago, two people who were intimately close in bed never expected to see each other here. It was an unexpected encounter. Lou Yan’s hand gripping the staircase railing tightened suddenly, then relaxed slowly.
The atmosphere in the spacious living room suddenly became subtle.
Mr. Song completely failed to notice the strange atmosphere. He looked at Fu Xuezhou, young and slightly suspicious of his abilities, but still warmly and eagerly said, “Master, do you want to see my daughter? We were just about to go upstairs to see her.”
“Mmm,” Fu Xuezhou replied lightly, walking directly to Lou Yan. He looked up at Lou Yan, who was standing on the steps, with deep eyes. “What a coincidence.”
Lou Yan looked down at Fu Xuezhou. After a moment, he pursed his lips, neither shouting nor ignoring Fu Xuezhou’s words as he imagined. Instead, he responded indifferently, as if responding to a stranger, “Indeed, quite a coincidence.”
Fu Xuezhou was somewhat surprised. His gaze swept quickly over Lou Yan. When it paused at certain places, his eyes flickered slightly before moving away again.
Boss Song walked over, looking at Fu Xuezhou and then at Lou Yan with surprise. “Do you and Chief Lou know each other?”
“Not really.” Before Fu Xuezhou could speak, Lou Yan coldly uttered these two words, then turned to Boss Song and asked, “Where did Boss Song find this master?”
Boss Song replied, “Thanks to a friend named Cui. I helped him in business years ago, and when he heard about the trouble at my house this time, he took the initiative to introduce this master to me, saying that the master is very capable and can definitely cure the strange illness on Yuran.”
A friend named Cui? That must be Cui Ansheng. Only Cui Ansheng, Fu Xuezhou’s friend, could persuade Fu Xuezhou to come and help.
Lou Yan nodded without looking at Fu Xuezhou again, then turned and continued walking upstairs.
Fu Xuezhou watched his back, squinting slightly. He had anticipated various emotions from Lou Yan upon seeing him again, but he hadn’t expected Lou Yan to be so indifferent. However, this indifference made Fu Xuezhou somewhat displeased.
Mr. Song suddenly shivered and looked around strangely. He saw Fu Xuezhou also walking up the stairs.
Mr. Song scratched his head and followed, arriving on the second floor. Leading the two men to his daughter’s room door, Mr. Song took out the key to open the door. He whispered to Lou Yan and Fu Xuezhou, “Chief Lou, Master, when you see my daughter’s condition later, please don’t scream… and please don’t discuss my daughter’s illness outside.”
Lou Yan nodded, and Fu Xuezhou also casually nodded. Mr. Song took a deep breath and pushed open the door. “My good daughter, daddy has brought someone in, okay?”
As the group entered the room, they saw someone lying on the bed. The person on the bed didn’t react to their voices at all, as if they were asleep.
As they approached the bedside and saw who was on the bed, Lou Yan’s gaze froze.
Lying on the bed was actually a plastic doll! The doll’s eyes were wide open in terror, its skin reflecting the unique texture of plastic, and its face was exactly the same as Song Yuran’s.
Mr. Song sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket over the doll, crying uncontrollably. “Three days ago, Yuran started acting paranoid. The day before yesterday, she suddenly told me that something terrifying was after her. I thought someone was trying to extort money from us and had people search around, but we found nothing.”
“She also said our house was no longer safe and urged me to take her away. She said it was too late, that if she died, I shouldn’t be sad and shouldn’t investigate how she died. She told me to quickly sell our property and leave Chengjiang City, find a place far from the big cities to hide, and told me to stock up on water and food… I was puzzled by what she said, but she didn’t tell me anything else and just kept urging me to leave the villa. Seeing that she was behaving strangely, I promised her to leave the next day. But yesterday, when I was preparing to leave, she became like this.”
Mr. Song trembled with fear, saying, “At first, although Yuran’s body had turned into a plastic figure, her mouth could still speak, and her eyes could move. However, by this morning, she completely had no response at all! She’s just like a real plastic doll now! I’ve never seen such a condition before. How could my daughter, my daughter turn into a plastic figure!”
Lou Yan reached out and touched Song Yuran’s hand. It felt smooth and cold to the touch, exactly like touching a plastic figure.
Song Yuran had actually turned into a plastic figure. Was this the ability of that plastic model in his company?
Lou Yan recalled what Lin You had told him about the recent increase in missing people in Chengjiang City and furrowed his brow. Could these missing people be related to the plastic model as well?
Mr. Song looked tearfully at Fu Xuezhou, pleading, “Master, do you have any way to save my daughter?”
Fu Xuezhou also reached out towards Song Yuran’s hand. Lou Yan, feeling as if he had encountered some virus, withdrew his own hand from Fu Xuezhou’s touch completely.
Fu Xuezhou paused, calmly glancing at Lou Yan. His gaze was serene, but Mr. Song felt a terrifying presence emanating from Fu Xuezhou’s eyes.
Did Master and Chief Lou have some unresolved conflict?
Mr. Song hesitated, “Master?”
Fu Xuezhou withdrew his eyes, picked up the hand of Song Yuran, now turned into plastic, and took out a small blade from his pocket. With one hand, he opened the small blade and swiftly cut Song Yuran’s finger, causing fresh blood to gush out from beneath the plastic-like skin.
Fu Xuezhou said succinctly, “There’s still hope.”
Mr. Song exclaimed in relief, but when he saw that the wound on Song Yuran’s finger showed no sign of clotting, he became alarmed again. “Master, please take a look at my daughter’s wound. Why does it seem like the blood won’t stop?”
“She has turned into a plastic figure, and the wound has no self-healing function,” Fu Xuezhou explained. “If her wound is not properly treated in time, she will keep bleeding until she fades away.”
Mr. Song’s breath hitched, and he stood up suddenly, feeling dizzy. “Quick, quick, think of a way to stop the bleeding! What should we do? What should we do! Get some gauze, no, no, get some adhesive tape!”
Fu Xuezhou said calmly, “Bring fire.”
“Fire, fire, fire!” Mr. Song hurriedly ran out.
Lou Yan stopped him, “I have a lighter.”
Mr. Song and Fu Xuezhou turned to look at him. Lou Yan took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it to Fu Xuezhou. Fu Xuezhou glanced at the lighter and then said to Lou Yan, “Hold her hand.”
Lou Yan moved his fingers and reluctantly reached out to hold Song Yuran’s hand, cooperating with Fu Xuezhou’s actions.
Fu Xuezhou wiped away the blood from the wound, and before the new blood could emerge, he pressed the lighter’s flame against the wound area swiftly. The plastic skin was burned into adhesive, and Fu Xuezhou pressed it with his hand. The adhesive on both sides of the wound successfully stuck together, finally stopping the bleeding.
Fu Xuezhou rubbed the lighter’s casing and handed it to Lou Yan. Lou Yan, without even looking at Fu Xuezhou, reached out to take the lighter. However, with one pull, he couldn’t move it. The lighter’s body was tightly gripped by Fu Xuezhou’s fingers. Lou Yan pursed his lips, pulled again, but still couldn’t move it. Only then did he raise his eyelids and look at Fu Xuezhou.
The atmosphere became even more peculiar.
Fu Xuezhou said, “Didn’t expect to meet you here.”
Lou Yan replied casually, “I didn’t expect it either.”
Fu Xuezhou suddenly asked, “Does it hurt?”
His question seemed inexplicable, but Lou Yan understood what he was asking. The discomfort deliberately ignored on his body surged up instantly. Lou Yan pressed the finger of the lighter’s hand with force, and the fingertip showed a faint white color.
Lou Yan could feel Fu Xuezhou’s light gaze falling on his fingertips.
With just that glance, Lou Yan instantly understood—Fu Xuezhou was currently extremely focused on him.
Lou Yan’s eyelashes flickered, covering the dim and obscure expression in his eyes. He didn’t get angry but smiled ironically, his eyes containing a hint of flirtation, yet upon closer inspection, a cold warning was hidden within, “It doesn’t hurt, but it’s quite exhausting. After all, the dog that sneaked in last night had such poor skills that one would want to slaughter it and throw it out directly.”
Perhaps no man could tolerate such accusations, even the newly opened Fu Xuezhou couldn’t. Fu Xuezhou’s expression darkened, and a layer of bloody ice seemed to cover his eyebrows and eyes. Intimidating and chilling.
“Ah,” Lou Yan smirked, neither admitting nor denying, but continued to mock Fu Xuezhou, “Even the soundest sleeper can be awakened by discomfort. But once awake, who can endure such technique?”
Fu Xuezhou’s breath slightly intensified, his brows and eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of blood-stained ice and snow. It was chilling and intimidating.
Mr. Song shivered with the coldness emanating from Fu Xuezhou, interrupting their conversation, “Stop arguing, you two! Master, please, save my daughter. As long as you can save Yuran, I’m willing to give you half of my savings!”
Fu Xuezhou finally turned to Mr. Song, “Half of what?”
“Seven million!” Mr. Song said, “I heard from Old Cui that you are short of money. As long as you heal my daughter, I’m willing to give you seven million!”
Fu Xuezhou responded lightly, “I can save her, but I have one condition.”
Mr. Song anxiously asked, “Please say!”
“I need an assistant,” Fu Xuezhou looked at Lou Yan, “He needs to be my assistant.”
Without hesitation, Mr. Song immediately knelt down in front of Lou Yan and tears flowed uncontrollably as he pleaded, “Chief Lou, please, for the sake of your past acquaintance with Yuran, can you save her this time?”
“I beg you, Chief Lou, I beg you…” Mr. Song knocked his head heavily on the ground.
Paternal love.
Lou Yan had a moment of confusion, recalling his own father at a very inappropriate time.
“You little brat!” His father exploded with anger, jumping up and down and holding a slipper, ready to beat his son, “Do you have to make me beg before you can do well?!”
“Should I kneel down and beg you?!”
Lou Yan snapped out of it, lowering his gaze to conceal the complexity in his eyes.
He came here originally for Song Yuran. Although Lou Yan didn’t say it out loud, he felt guilty for not believing Song Yuran’s words earlier, feeling responsible for Song Yuran being targeted by the strange plastic anomaly. Without needing Mr. Song to say much, Lou Yan would do his best to save Song Yuran.
And now, being with Fu Xuezhou unexpectedly was also a pleasant surprise.
Within 45 days, he couldn’t just rely on the time in bed to coax Fu Xuezhou. During this period, the more time he spent with Fu Xuezhou, the better.
The more time they spent together, the more complicated Fu Xuezhou’s feelings would become towards him, and the lower his guard would be.
Lou Yan frowned, deliberately showing annoyance and sympathy on his face. He pulled Mr. Song up and said sternly, “Get up, I agree.”
Mr. Song cried tears of joy, “Thank you, Chief Lou, thank you.”
Fu Xuezhou somehow appeared behind Lou Yan. Before anyone could react, he suddenly bent down, lifted Lou Yan, and swiftly stepped onto the windowsill. Turning to Mr. Song, he said a card number, “After she wakes up, transfer the money to this account.”
After saying that, he leaped off with Lou Yan in his arms.
Mr. Song was so frightened that he stopped breathing for a moment. Trembling, he rushed to the window, shouting, “You can’t jump! This is the second floor! The floors in my villa are high!!!”
Peering out the window, he expected to see a gruesome scene, but to his surprise, he saw Fu Xuezhou carrying Lou Yan swiftly leaving.
Mr. Song was dumbfounded, “M-Master is indeed a master.”
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