In a daze, Su Yu seemed to hear someone calling him, a weak cry repeated over and over, sad and helpless.
Who was it?
Su Yu shook his head, trying to get up, but his entire body was limp and wouldn’t obey him.
The voice calling him grew weaker and more distant.
Su Yu felt a little anxious, struggling hard, but couldn’t even open his eyes.
A blurry light seeped through the cracks of his eyelids, irritating his tightly shut eyes and making tears flow.
A “beep” sound came from the instrument in the room.
The originally stable waveform suddenly became chaotic.
The young man lying on the bed moved his fingers weakly, as if trying to grasp something, but eventually let go powerlessly.
The caregiver, who came regularly to check on him, happened to witness this scene.
He quickly rushed downstairs, excitedly mumbling incoherently, “He moved, he moved! Young Master Su, he moved!”
The people who were originally chatting in the living room were stunned by the sudden news.
Luo Xiaoman was the first to react, rushing upstairs.
Awakened by the crisp sound of her heels tapping the floor, the remaining people also rushed to the room where Su Yu was placed.
Su Yu’s chest on the bed now had obvious rises and falls, his eyeballs frequently moved under his thin eyelids, and there were still traces of tears at the corners of his eyes.
“He’s awake, he’s really awake!”
Luo Xiaoman grabbed her son’s hand, weeping with joy, and loudly called out to Luo Jianyuan, who had come up behind her, “Call the doctor, quickly call the doctor. A-Yu is really awake!”
So there was a flurry of activity.
The doctor was practically carried into the room by Zhao Yong.
Without a moment to catch his breath, he was pushed in front of Su Yu by the anxiously waiting Luo Xiaoman.
“Doctor, quickly take a look, is my son waking up?”
The doctor straightened his collar, which had been pulled askew, and bent down to carefully examine Su Yu’s condition.
Su Yu’s eyeballs were still rotating rapidly, his fingers occasionally curled, and his heart’s palpitations were much more obvious than before.
Putting down the stethoscope, the doctor’s face was solemn, “Has the patient been stimulated somehow? He’s showing a very agitated state right now.”
Luo Xiaoman looked at the caregiver.
The caregiver shook his head innocently, “I just came up and heard the instrument beeping, and then I saw Young Master’s hand move. That’s when I went downstairs to inform you and the gentlemen.”
The doctor became even more puzzled upon hearing this, “The patient’s will to survive is very strong right now; he’s been struggling to wake up. If he hadn’t been stimulated, it’s impossible for him to suddenly become so…”
Luo Xiaoman was worried.
A-Yu had been fine staying with Qin Shou after turning into a cat, but now his body had suddenly woken up.
Had something happened over there?
She exchanged worried glances with her two brothers; sure enough, their faces were also grim.
“Doctor, given his condition, roughly how long until he wakes up?”
Luo Jianyuan thought for a moment and asked.
The doctor shook his head, “Young Master Su’s current situation is special, and I can’t say for sure.”
Seeing their worried expressions, he added, “However, Young Master Su has a strong will to live. If the situation is good, he should be able to wake up soon.”
Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.
It was good that he could wake up.
After the doctor finished examining Su Yu and confirmed there were no other issues, he prepared to leave.
Luo Xiaoman was concerned about her son’s condition and after much persuasion, convinced the doctor to stay at the Luo family residence for a few days until Su Yu woke up.
***
Qin Shou returned home in a daze.
The kitten in his arms was already stiff, its once soft, shiny fur soaked with blood, matted into clumps.
Only a thin, small bundle remained, wrapped in his black jacket.
Carefully placing the cat wrapped in his jacket on the sofa, Qin Shou patted his tense face, trying to force a smile, “Cubby, wait a moment. Daddy will make you some dried fish.”
Without waiting for a response, he rushed to the kitchen with the groceries, his tall back filled with panic.
Soon, the aroma of dried fish wafted from the kitchen.
Qin Shou found Cubby’s favorite plate, arranged the dried fish, and stood at the kitchen door for a moment, holding the plate, before walking to the living room.
The fragrant dried fish was placed on the coffee table.
Qin Shou sat quietly to the side, his thoughts involuntarily drifting to the day he met Cubby.
That plump, yellowish little body, those round eyes, and the soft, adorable little meows when he clung to Qin Shou’s pant leg—Qin Shou unconsciously smiled.
A-Zai was the first small animal to actively approach him.
“Do you know?”
Qin Shou suddenly spoke, his low voice echoing in the living room, adding a layer of loneliness.
“I’ve liked fluffy little animals since I was a child, but they never seemed to like me.”
Qin Shou chuckled softly, “You were the first one to actively approach me.”
“How happy I was then, but I couldn’t show it,” Qin Shou tilted his head, his hand gently resting on the cold cat’s head, “I thought, with you, I wouldn’t be alone anymore. Perhaps, I’d even have a home.”
“But why did such days pass so quickly…”
Qin Shou’s voice was soft, tears winding down the corners of his eyes.
“Why were you so foolish?”
After sitting quietly for a while, Qin Shou sniffled, picked up the cat, and walked to the bathroom.
“Let’s not talk about these unhappy things. You love cleanliness so much; even if you leave, you should leave clean.”
He carefully wiped the bloodstains off Cubby with a hot towel, then dried the wet fur with a hairdryer.
If not for the stiff body, A-Zai at this moment would still look like a very beautiful kitten.
Looking at the lifeless cat in his arms, Qin Shou’s eyes were dark.
He picked up his phone and dialed Lin Xiao’s number.
“12:10 AM, North Road intersection, a blue truck. Find out who sent it.”
Lin Xiao was confused, only feeling that the BOSS’s emotions on the phone were very wrong.
He asked somewhat worriedly, “Mr. Qin, are you… alright?”
Qin Shou’s voice on the phone was flat, “I’m perfectly fine. It’s just that some people might not be.”
“Tomorrow morning, I’ll go to the suburbs of Beijing. Make the arrangements.”
“Yes.”
Throwing his phone onto the coffee table, Qin Shou pinched his brow, feeling a dull ache in his head.
He touched the fluffy body beside him, instructing it as usual, “Daddy’s going to take a bath first. Be a good boy.”
After his shower, Qin Shou carefully placed the cat beside him, pulled up the covers, and closed his eyes, falling asleep.
The next day, Qin Shou went to the suburbs of Beijing.
He originally had the patience to slowly wear Song Qing down, but now, it seemed some people couldn’t wait.
Song Qing knew Qin Shou was coming, and at first, he was happy, thinking he had finally reached the end of his ordeal.
But when he saw Qin Shou, his last shred of hope was as if its throat had been cut.
The old Qin Shou, though always cold-faced and radiating menace, was like a chained beast – terrifying, but as long as you didn’t touch his “reverse scale,” he wouldn’t even notice you.
However, the Qin Shou now before Song Qing was like a beast unleashed, uninhibited, with only dense darkness in his eyes.
Song Qing was still tied and kneeling on the ground, but this time, it terrified him more than ever before.
“Where did you hide the things you used to threaten Qin Rui?”
Despite the emotionless voice, Song Qing trembled, stammering defensively, “Wh-what things?”
“So you won’t talk?”
A hint of a smile played on Qin Shou’s lips, but his words sent a chill down one’s spine.
“Break one of his legs.”
The bodyguards behind him silently stepped forward and expertly broke one of Song Qing’s legs.
Song Qing roared, sweating profusely from the pain, but still wouldn’t give in.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I really don’t.”
Qin Shou clapped his hands and praised, “I didn’t expect you to have such backbone.”
“Continue.”
Song Qing writhed on the ground in pain, his two legs limp and dangling.
“Still not talking?”
Qin Shou’s eyes were dark, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.
“I heard you have a son, a sweet and lovely boy. I wonder if I’ll have a chance to meet him.”
Song Qing, who had been writhing in pain, suddenly twisted his head, his face distorted as he glared at Qin Shou, “What do you want to do?!”
“I don’t want to do anything!”
Qin Shou’s face turned cold, and he spoke word by word, “You all forced my hand.”
“Lin Xiao, bring Young Master Song over.”
Lin Xiao was startled, wondering what had suddenly provoked his boss.
Is he playing?
“Yes.”
Song Qing’s eyes were wide with terror.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, just don’t touch my son, don’t touch him.”
By the end, his eyes were pleading.
Qin Shou watched coldly.
When the man crawled in front of him, he finally smiled.
“Wouldn’t it have been easier if you were this cooperative earlier? I was just teasing you.”
Song Qing was utterly terrified and dared not take any more chances.
He honestly confessed everything.
It turned out that when Qin Rui first approached Song Qing for the second time and asked him to use the incense, Song Qing had already sensed something was wrong – this was clearly murder!
Perhaps out of fear, or perhaps unwilling to give up the generous payment, Song Qing didn’t refuse Qin Rui’s request.
However, he also took precautions.
He secretly kept a copy of everything Qin Rui gave him.
He also secretly recorded his meetings with Qin Rui.
As it turned out, Song Qing’s actions saved his life.
After the incident, Qin Rui originally wanted to kill him to silence him, but Song Qing was clever.
He quickly packed his things and fled with the evidence.
Qin Rui was beyond his reach and was even outmaneuvered, allowing Song Qing to seize his weakness.
“Where’s the evidence?”
“A safe deposit box at Longcheng Bank.”
Song Qing was somewhat unwilling but dared not play any tricks, honestly stating, “Only I can retrieve the items in person.”
Without further ado, Lin Xiao immediately set off with Song Qing to retrieve the evidence from the safe deposit box.
***
Qin Shou returned home alone, looking at the empty house.
He just felt utterly disgusted with everything.
The evidence would be obtained soon, and the Qin family had already been gradually consumed by him over the years.
His mother’s great revenge would be avenged.
But after revenge, then what?
Aside from repeating the same days over and over, there seemed to be nothing left worth clinging to.
Clutching a wine bottle, Qin Shou leaned against the bed in a daze.
A-Zai’s stiff body was behind him, but he didn’t dare to look at it again.
The body had been there for a day and a night.
Fortunately, the winter temperature was low, so there was no decay or unpleasant smell.
However, the entire body had stiffened and twisted into a strange shape.
The bright, soft fur had become dull and lifeless, and even the chubby, round face had become distorted.
The spicy wine slid down his throat, and Qin Shou let out a meaningless chuckle.
The dim moonlight refracted through the glass window, casting a blurry shadow on Qin Shou’s face.
Transparent liquid was faintly visible trickling down.