Chapter 137: Taking Control of Zhao Yicheng

Witnessing everything unfolding before him, Zhao Yicheng felt the final string in his mind—called “protection”—snapping completely at this moment!

“Xiao Yin.”

He took a swift step forward, scooped her up in a princess carry, and dashed toward the living room.

After Zhao Yicheng carefully bandaged the cut on Xu Yinsheng’s right wrist with trembling hands, she reclined half on the sofa, her complexion pale as death.

Seeing the man in front of her so flustered and distressed, a faint smile involuntarily curled on Xu Yinsheng’s lips.

“Xiao Xiao Yin, what are you doing?”

Zhao Yicheng stared at the wound he had just dressed, now freshly stained with blood again.

He frantically grabbed a towel nearby to wipe it, but in his haste, the towel slipped to the floor without him noticing.

“Nothing much, just feeling life’s a bit dull.”

Xu Yinsheng chuckled lightly twice, her eyes reddening as tears slid down the corners, dripping softly onto the back of his hand.

Zhao Yicheng felt a sharp pang in his heart, unbearable pain flooding him.

“Don’t do this.”

He instinctively gripped her injured wrist tightly.

“Don’t do this, please.”

Xu Yinsheng turned her head to look at him, her eyes filled with deep pain and guilt.

He believed her—he really believed her!

He truly believed it!!

Hahahahahahaha!!!

Suppressing her laughter, Xu Yinsheng kept recalling the entire scene of Zhao Yicheng pressing her against the floor-to-ceiling window, drowning her joy in sorrow to keep herself composed.

Her gaze fell on the hand held in Zhao Yicheng’s palm—a beautiful hand, slender and fair, with clearly defined knuckles.

Yet now it was wrapped in gauze, the fresh blood staining it a shocking red.

“Old Zhao—no, Zhao Yicheng—I think what you said is actually very true.”

She withdrew the small hand wrapped in gauze, pointed at herself, and said seriously:

“I am a cat.”

“A cat belonging to and dependent on its owner.”

“I shouldn’t have my own independent thoughts.”

Using that hand, Xu Yinsheng gently caressed Zhao Yicheng’s cheek, her touch soft, yet her eyes flickered with pain and helplessness.

“So, I want to ask you for a favor.”

“Alright, I promise you.”

Zhao Yicheng nodded without hesitation once more.

At these words, a faint and calm smile appeared on Xu Yinsheng’s lips.

She slowly closed her eyes, a crystal-clear tear rolling down her long curled lashes.

Her voice choked with emotion:

“Please, break me.”

“I don’t want to be human anymore.”

“I’m just a cat…”

“A carefree cat.”

“Mind reprogramming, personality reconstruction—I know you weren’t simply scaring me before, you can really do it.”

“I’m tired. I’ve had enough of this life. Let me disappear. After I vanish, you can rebuild a brand-new ‘Xu Yinsheng’ on my blank personality, the ‘Xu Yinsheng’ you love, the ‘Xu Yinsheng’ that suits your taste perfectly.”

She sighed lightly, her voice filled with despair and pain, but quickly that pain turned into determination and stubbornness:

“Even if you’re not satisfied, after erasing me, you can rebuild another one.”

That sentence stabbed into his heart like a sharp thorn, making his heart suddenly contract as if something precious had vanished from deep within, and that hollow, unbearable feeling only grew stronger.

“No, no! That’s the one thing I can’t allow!”

A low, urgent roar burst from Zhao Yicheng’s mouth.

His face flushed red, and he looked like a raging lion, wild and furious.

“But living like this is meaningless.”

“Day after day, year after year, I see no hope in life.”

“People like me will never have freedom, never have sunshine. Even if there’s someone I like, I can’t pursue them.”

Xu Yinsheng spoke lightly, as if narrating someone else’s story, but beneath the words was heavy sorrow and a hint of resignation.

“Zhao Yicheng, please let me go, I beg you. For the sake of our brotherhood of over ten years, let me disappear. Don’t you like children? Let me disappear, and you can have as many children as you want.”

“No, no, no, impossible!”

Hearing this, Zhao Yicheng’s emotions flared instantly.

His expression became savage and terrifying, his eyes bloodshot as if possessed by madness.

“I never wanted children. The only thing I want is you.”

“I can take you traveling, wherever you want to go. We can visit the magnificent Potala Palace, the ancient and endless Great Wall, the tranquil Aegean Sea, the towering Mount Everest, and… so much more.”

“As long as you like it, tomorrow—we don’t have to wait until tomorrow, right now—we can leave. You decide where.”

Tears streamed down the man’s face as he nervously held Xu Yinsheng’s hand, his eyes bloodshot like a madman’s, but his voice full of hope and pleading.

“Even if you like women, whoever you like, I… I’ve tied her up and sent her to your bed.”

Xu Yinsheng looked up at him, complex feelings swirling in her heart, indescribable and unclear.

In the end, it all turned into a silent sigh mixed with countless emotions.

“Old Zhao, I want to eat wontons.”

“All right, all right, if you want them, I’ll make them for you.”

Zhao Yicheng paused, then his voice became a little excited, his eyes full of affection for her.

He knew Xu Yinsheng no longer harbored the death wish she once had—at least, she had rekindled a spark of hope.

“Spicy flavor, pork and cabbage filling.”

She added.

“Wait for me, I’ll make them right away.”

After saying this, she covered her with a thin blanket and headed to the kitchen.

Watching his joyful energy, Xu Yinsheng’s lips curved into a mysterious smile.

A path she hadn’t foreseen.

So easily, she had taken control of him.

Lowering her eyelids, she concealed the mischievous and wicked gleam beneath her eyes.

“Old Zhao, I want sweet and sour pork ribs.”

“Old Zhao, I want that brand of cola.”

“Old Zhao, I want the latest Gundam model.”

“My waist hurts, rub it for me.”

“I want tomahawk steak again, cook it for me.”

“I want the Gray Wolf puppet from the TV show, buy it for me.”

“Xiao Zhao, why is breakfast so slow? I’m hungry.”

“Xiao Zhao, rub my feet.”

“Xiao Zhao…”

“Hmph!”

“I want the newest fifth generation sea demon, I want it! I want it!!”

“How do I use it?”

“I don’t care! I blame you for turning me into this ghostly mess! Even if I can’t use it, I have to buy it!!”

“If you don’t buy it, I swear I’ll get depressed!!”

Now Xu Yinsheng finally understood what it meant to be spoiled by favor.

Although the phrase often has a negative connotation, watching Zhao Yicheng rush about tirelessly, racking his brains while she enjoyed the fruits of it all, the feeling was simply exquisite!