PBMM CH48

The youth stared at him blankly, the love in his eyes gradually fading away as he sobered up bit by bit. His voice was hoarse, tinged with sorrow. “Linguan, even now, are you still using me?”

The refined young man’s expression paused, his brows slightly furrowing. “A-Qing, Zheng Chenke stole everything that belongs to you. I am helping you. Once we get your shares back, we’ll get married and live like we used to. Isn’t that good?”

He firmly believed the youth would agree. The high-and-mighty little young master had fallen from the clouds and lost all protection. Right now, as long as he threw out a piece of straw, the youth would definitely grab it without hesitation.

What’s more, Lu Linguan was crystal clear on just how much he relied on him.

What he didn’t expect was the youth, with a deathly pale face, slowly shaking his head and rejecting him.

“I won’t help you deal with Zheng Chenke…” He slowly pulled back his hand that was being held, his expression looking at Lu Linguan full of agony. “Didn’t you say his parents were killed by me?”

“How can I harm him again…”

The young man was stunned. He never expected that the words he said back then to drive a wedge between the two would actually become the stumbling block now.

“A-Qing, do you not want to be with me anymore?”

This sentence was like a heavy piece of steel crashing down mercilessly onto the youth’s heart. He bit his lip so hard it bled, his eyes full of pain.

Seeing this, Lu Linguan felt slightly relieved. Just like usual, he gently stroked the youth’s soft hair, his magnetic voice carrying a hint of temptation. “Hasn’t A-Qing always liked me? We’re just taking back what rightfully belongs to you, how is that harming him? You are Uncle’s biological child, there is no reason for the shares to be given to him and not you. Maybe he’s playing tricks behind the scenes, and we are just setting things right.”

“A-Qing also wouldn’t want me to be with Chuyu, right?” he said with certainty, entirely missing how the youth’s body stiffened at the mention of Chuyu’s name.

As the young man spoke, he looked at the youth, who had his head lowered so his expression couldn’t be seen. He was wearing a lot, but his neck was still exposed—fair and slender, stirring a desire to kiss it. Gently pulling the youth’s soft hand, just a slight glance at his exquisite side profile was enough to make Lu Linguan’s eyes darken unknowingly.

Perhaps he had been guarding this little young master for too long, but he now completely viewed him as his own property. To suddenly give him up, he was truly a bit reluctant.

Moreover, whether it was his appearance or his weak personality that only showed toward him, he was irresistible.

Lu Linguan rarely did meaningless things, but right now, he wanted to do this once, and that was: To instigate He Qing to do it.

Actually, after seeing the video of He Changying’s will, he had already decided to have He Qing go make trouble with Zheng Chenke. Of course, he definitely couldn’t outfight Zheng Chenke, but this would make that cold-blooded man completely give up on him.

Once absolutely no one paid attention to this little young master anymore, this vibrant, delicate body—which had been meticulously pampered in every aspect since birth—would belong entirely to him.

This was Lu Linguan’s true plan.

He tilted his head slightly, sniffing the scent of the youth’s hair, his eyes full of joy. Having guarded him for so many years, even though the current result was unsatisfactory, at least now, this little young master with no one to protect him was his.

The person under his hand remained motionless, and he didn’t mind. He wrapped his arms around the youth, trapping his entire person in his embrace. “A-Qing, once this matter is over, we will be together forever, okay?”

The person in his embrace was afraid of the cold, so he was wearing a lot, but this didn’t stop Lu Linguan from fantasizing about his cute appearance, naked on the bed, letting him kiss him at will.

Keeping a beautiful canary captive, locking him on a bed where he could only see him—it would definitely feel wonderful.

The more he thought about it, the gentler the expression on the refined young man’s face became. But the next second, his gentle expression froze.

The person in his embrace slowly but resolutely pushed him away. Lu Linguan looked down and saw the youth with red eyes, wearing a look of absolute determination.

“A-Qing…?”

“Linguan…” The youth’s face was terrifyingly pale. His previously arrogant expression was now so pale it made one’s heart ache. His voice trembled, yet his tone was very firm. “I wish you and Chuyu happiness.”

Lu Linguan froze.

“Chuyu is a good girl, you have to treat her well.”

Before the refined young man could react, the red-eyed youth turned around in a pathetic state, tears falling like rain in just an instant.

Chuyu said he should fulfill their wish…

Linguan said the person he always liked was Chuyu…

He could give up everything, abandon his conscience, and be with Linguan, but he couldn’t betray Chuyu, even if she was the one who betrayed him first…

Dad was gone, his home was gone, Linguan was gone, and even Chuyu… was gone…

Having nothing left… so this is what it means…

Lu Linguan stared blankly at the youth’s retreating back, his expression sinking, his gaze dark and unreadable. How could you refuse?

Didn’t you like me the most?

Trying to back out now is too late.

He took out his phone and dialed a number. Thinking of the wonderful scene of tearing off the helpless youth’s clothes while he tearfully and despairingly cried out, Lu Linguan slightly lowered his eyes, a satisfied smile curling the corners of his mouth.

“Wang Yuecheng, do something for me.”

[Ding! Lu Linguan favorability: 80]

[Reminding the Host, your response deviated from the original host. Please pay attention next time.]

[Relax. Even if my response changed, Lu Linguan’s choice still won’t change. I just slightly sped up the world’s progress. The result is the same anyway.]

He Qing walked on the road, his feet aching slightly, probably from blisters. This body had been raised too delicately; just walking to the school was enough for the tender feet to be unable to bear it. His delicate stomach also started to hurt. He usually had to drink a bowl of soup before meals, but right now he was penniless, where would he get soup to drink?

In the original world, he agreed to Lu Linguan and stood up against Zheng Chenke, naturally becoming thoroughly despised. After the lawsuit failed, what he received was Mo Chuyu and Lu Linguan’s engagement, and… the captivity by the once-gentle young man.

The final ending was not even his bones remaining.

Lu Linguan calculated that He Qing would give up everything to be with him, but how could he have forgotten exactly why the endlessly pampered little young master relied on him so much?

And why did he turn into this annoyingly arrogant personality?

[Once he remembers, Lu Linguan won’t be a problem. System, are you sure Zheng Chenke is arriving right away?]

[Does the Host need to purchase again? A 20% discount is available for purchasing the same type of information the second time.]

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Zheng Chenke had to pass this bridge every day for work. Just as he was typing away on his laptop as usual, the driver let out a cry of surprise. “Young Master Zheng, look! Is that the little young master!”

Zheng Chenke frowned sharply, opened the window, and looked out. Sure enough, he saw the thickly dressed youth standing by the edge of the bridge. The wind on the bridge was very strong, and since it was winter, it hit people’s faces like paper knives slicing. The man’s frown deepened even more. He knew perfectly well just how afraid of the cold He Qing was. It was so cold right now; his face was probably already pale from freezing.

“Do you want me to go down and take a look?” The driver’s respectful voice sounded. Zheng Chenke looked at the slender figure outside the window, his gaze darkening. “No need.”

He clenched the hands resting on the keyboard into fists and said coldly, “Keep driving.”

The driver looked hesitantly in the youth’s direction, but ultimately continued driving forward, though slightly slower than before.

Zheng Chenke had no mind to observe his driving speed. His gaze was entirely fixed on the youth’s back. Even though they had been separated for less than a day, he somehow felt as if the youth had gotten a little thinner.

He Qing never turned back, leaving only a pale side profile. Yet Zheng Chenke stared at it for a long time. It wasn’t until the driver’s slow speed brought them to the end of the bridge that the previously motionless youth moved.

He had been standing there for a long time. His face was long frozen stiff, his hands and feet as icy as a dead person’s. When he raised his hand and pressed it against the railing for leverage, he almost slipped, but he still persisted in climbing over and standing outside the railing.

Zheng Chenke’s pupils shrank sharply. “Stop the car!”

——Screech!

The sharp, ear-piercing sound of sudden braking rang out. The driver turned back in bewilderment, only to find that the man in the backseat had already opened the door and gotten out.

He Qing wants to commit suicide!

No matter how much he hated him in his heart for causing his parents’ deaths, upon seeing this scene, Zheng Chenke still panicked.

The man didn’t even know why he was panicking.

On the long bridge, He Qing was on that side, and he was on this side. Just as Zheng Chenke got out of the car, he saw him let go of the railing with both hands, his body leaning downward.

“He Qing—”

The man’s voice came to an abrupt halt. He watched a car pull up by the edge of the bridge where the youth stood. A few men got out and directly yanked the person back. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, the numb-faced youth had already been shoved into the car.

Moving so fast it left no time to react, the exceedingly common car had already turned around and disappeared from the bridge.

The driver had just gotten out of the car. “Young Master Zheng, where is the little young master?” Wasn’t he just there?

Zheng Chenke’s face was ashen. Reason told him he couldn’t catch up now even if he chased, but he still said, “Turn around.”

It was only when the man went to open the car door that he realized his hand was actually shaking. No, not just his hand—even his heart was beating violently. He forcefully suppressed the shaking of his hand and sent the license plate number he had just memorized in a text message.

“The license plate number I just gave you, check it immediately.” He hung up the phone with a calm voice, yet his eyes kept looking out the window, searching the passing cars, trying to find which one had taken the youth away.

But he still hadn’t found it by dusk.

At dusk, the youth slowly opened his eyes on a large bed. His head was splitting with pain. He blearily propped himself up and sat. A clinking sound rang out, and the youth raised his hand in confusion.

On his fair, fragile left wrist hung a long silver chain, and the other end of the chain was nailed to the side of the bed.