Wen Yan and Si Moyan had assumed that after Si Luochen was lured into the criminal organization, he would be like the others who were deceived—terrified, weeping uncontrollably, or desperate to the point of life or death.
Unexpectedly—
He was sitting quietly by the windowsill, holding a pen, and drawing!
That's right, he was drawing.
And he was doing it quite skillfully.
Wen Yan and Si Moyan could only see his back. His slim, tall frame was wrapped in a white shirt as he bowed his head slightly, the lines of his nape elegant and slender.
The exposed, coolly pale skin took on a warm, hazy glow under the lamplight.
His utterly composed demeanor made it seem as if he were here on vacation.
Hearing the noise, he didn't turn around, as if nothing outside could capture his attention.
"Luochen."
Si Moyan strode toward the youth, who was as cool and polished as jade.
The young man had painted a landscape. After finishing the final stroke, he glanced back.
Seeing Si Moyan, he didn't seem the least bit surprised. His handsome, dark brows and eyes were as cool and detached as water.
Since crossing over, this was Wen Yan's first time seeing Si Luochen in person.
She was truly stunned by his appearance.
The fine, long strands of hair on his forehead partially obscured his narrow, dark eyes. Below his straight nose, his pale pink lips were pressed tightly together. His jaw was sharp, with clean, distinct lines.
From his contours to his features, it was as if a divine craftsman had meticulously sculpted him—handsome and elegant like a white knight from a comic book.
His skin was an almost sickly pale white. A faint smile graced his cool, distinguished face, but upon closer look, it held no warmth whatsoever.
[Ahhh, this little yandere is just my type.]
Si Luochen, who had shown no expression or reaction upon seeing Si Moyan, suddenly dropped the pencil he was holding onto the floor.
As he bent down to pick it up, his narrow, cold eyes swept a glance toward Wen Yan.
Was that her speaking just now?
Seeing Si Luochen look at her, Wen Yan curved her lips into a smile. "Hello, Fourth Brother."
Wen Yan had never been particularly empathetic. She could sense the disgust and rejection Si Luochen felt toward her in his heart.
Anyway, she hadn't really planned to get close to him.
It's just that this guy's looks were absolutely killer; she couldn't even bring herself to think about tormenting him.
What could she do? She was just a sucker for good looks.
Seeing Si Luochen remain silent, Si Moyan frowned, his voice deep and cold. "Have you forgotten how to address your eldest brother and sister-in-law?"
Si Luochen let out a light scoff. Not only did he not address them, he instead uttered coldly and aloofly, "What do you want?"
Si Moyan's jaw tightened. "Your sister-in-law and I are here to take you back!"
"Get lost. My affairs are none of your concern."
Si Moyan, "..."
Wen Yan mentally gave Si Luochen a thumbs-up.
[Truly badass little yandere. You're the first one in the Si family brave enough to talk to your eldest brother like that.]
Si Luochen heard Wen Yan's voice again.
Strange.
He clearly hadn't seen her lips move just now.
Could it be an auditory hallucination?
Si Luochen shot Wen Yan a gloomy look. "You get lost too."
Watching the hostile Si Luochen, Wen Yan wasn't angry. She smiled brightly. "If you don't leave, are you waiting here to be auctioned off as a plaything?"
Si Luochen picked up a lighter and set fire to the painting he had just finished, burning it to ashes.
He curled his lip slightly. "Even if I die here, it's none of your business. Don't be a busybody."
Si Moyan's brows were tightly knitted. "Fourth Brother, I know you have grievances against me and the Si family, but don't gamble with your life. This place is too dangerous. Come back with me first."
Si Luochen scooped up a handful of ashes and blew them gloomily toward Si Moyan and Wen Yan.
Si Moyan instinctively pulled Wen Yan into his embrace, his handsome face turning livid. "Haven't you caused enough trouble?"
As the eldest brother of the Si family and a former special forces member, when Si Moyan got angry, the powerful aura he emitted was hard for most people to withstand.
The air in the room seemed to freeze solid in an instant.
"If you keep this up, don't blame me for being harsh."
As soon as Si Moyan finished speaking, Si Luochen pulled a dagger from a drawer.
He pressed the dagger against his own slender, pale, beautiful neck. "If you dare force me to leave, I'll die right here."
Wen Yan lifted her head from Si Moyan's embrace.
Looking at the little yandere who was even crazier than she was, she couldn't help but show excitement and thrill at encountering a kindred spirit.
[Wow, I love this little yandere's personality.]
[From the sound of it, he knows this place is dangerous but still refuses to leave. Could it be there's something fishy going on?]
Hearing Wen Yan's inner thoughts again, a crack finally appeared in Si Luochen's usually expressionless, indifferent face.
What on earth was going on?
Why could he hear the sound of Wen Yan's thoughts?
She said she liked his personality?
She must be sick!
He didn't need her liking.
"If you don't get lost now, I'll die right in front of you."
Si Luochen wasn't afraid of death. The dagger had already drawn a line of blood on his neck.
Si Moyan frowned deeply.
He understood his younger brother less and less!
But this place was full of dangers. According to Wen Yan's inner thoughts, he was about to be auctioned off and become a plaything for the big shots.
He absolutely had to take him away!
Wen Yan, looking at Si Luochen who was dead set on staying, found it strange.
No one was indifferent to their own life. If Si Luochen wasn't even afraid of death and insisted on staying here, there must be a reason!
Wen Yan dug deeper into Si Luochen's past within her gossip system.
[Ahhh—]
Just as the two brothers, Si Moyan and Si Luochen, were locked in a stalemate, Wen Yan's sudden, sharp mental scream nearly shattered their eardrums.
[So the little yandere was deliberately tricked in by his friend. He came to settle a score with Jiang Chao, the godson of the crime syndicate's boss.]
Si Luochen's gloomy, handsome face, which usually remained unperturbed even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, now showed another crack.
How did Wen Yan know about his affairs?
And how did she know about Jiang Chao?
Wen Yan was still deeply engrossed in digging up the gossip.
[The little yandere really is a bit psychologically twisted. While studying abroad in the US, he attended classes during the day and dressed as a beggar to sit under an overpass begging at night.]
The more passersby cursed him, the happier he became. If someone hit him, he would secretly follow that person and beat them up. His perverse motto was essentially: "You can curse me, but you can't hit me."
[Half a year ago, a girl who smiled like a little sun squatted in front of his broken bowl, gave him a hundred dollars, and bought him a lot of food.]
[The girl was named Xia Zhi, also an international student, two grades below the little yandere. From that night on, Xia Zhi went to keep him company every evening. Sometimes she would talk to him as if to herself, other times she would bring a small guitar and play and sing by herself.]
[This went on from late winter to spring, then into summer. Xia Zhi kept the little yandere company all along.]
[For a full six months, the girl probably said tens of thousands of words to him, but he stubbornly never even responded with a single "hmm."]
[Dammit, what a cold-blooded creature.]
No, no, no, if you say he's cold-blooded, he's actually not entirely heartless. Look, the reason he came to this criminal organization this time was to get revenge for Xia Zhi.
Poor young Xia Zhi. On the surface, she was so lively and cheerful. Who could have imagined she suffered such terrifying and brutal school bullying? My God, she was even...
