PBMM CH51

“Let him go,” Zheng Chenke said coldly.

His sharp, stern voice caused the youth, who was already on the verge of collapse, to tremble once again. The man’s voice paused, then lowered slightly, “Go downstairs.”

“Little Young Master…” After the servant left, the butler carefully approached the youth. With a trembling hand, he pointed to himself. “It’s me, the butler… Little Young Master, Madam isn’t here, don’t be afraid…”

But no matter how the old man tried to persuade him, the youth huddled in the closet still kept his clear eyes wide open, looking at him with utter terror. The wound on his foot, cut by the glass shards, was still bleeding. Zheng Chenke looked over, only to see a piece of broken glass still embedded in the youth’s fair, tender sole.

He frowned sharply, trying to soften his voice as much as possible, and slowly reached his hand toward the youth. “He Qing, come here. You’re hurt.”

Unexpectedly, the youth, who had not responded to the butler, reacted to the large, well-defined hand in front of him. He carefully reached out his own hand, but his eyes remained fixed on Zheng Chenke, ready to snatch it back at the slightest sudden movement.

He Qing’s eyes were very large, standard cat eyes. In the past, these eyes were beautiful, arrogant, and full of vitality. But now, seeing the vigilance and fear in these eyes, Zheng Chenke tried hard to squeeze out a smile.

“Come, come here.”

It felt as long as a century before the small, delicately pampered hand landed on the man’s slightly calloused palm. At that moment, Zheng Chenke’s heart melted completely.

The butler didn’t even dare to breathe too heavily, watching helplessly as the youth carefully and vigilantly placed his hand in the man’s large hand. Zheng Chenke gripped his hand and carefully led him out of the closet.

The moment his foot touched the floor, the glass shard still stuck in his sole pierced deeper. Even though his face turned pale from the pain, He Qing forcefully held on without making a single sound. He merely lifted his foot slightly quietly. As drops of fresh blood fell onto the floor, he acted as if he hadn’t seen it.

The youth could pretend he hadn’t seen anything, but Zheng Chenke couldn’t. With his brow furrowed the entire time, he swept the person up into his arms.

There were no expected screams or cries of alarm. Leaving the closet, the youth seemed like he had left his sanctuary. He was terrified, but didn’t dare to cry out. Pale-faced, he tightly wrapped his arms around the neck of the man in front of him, his eyes full of panic.

Seeing the youth like this, Zheng Chenke’s heart grew increasingly heavy. His expression was somewhat ugly, yet he forcefully maintained a gentle demeanor to comfort the youth. “Don’t be afraid, I’m taking you to apply medicine.”

The person in his arms didn’t speak, but his grip tightened.

The butler didn’t dare to speak for fear of scaring the youth. He could only follow anxiously and nervously behind the handsome man, watching him place the person on the bed. It wasn’t until he saw the glaring fresh blood that the old man snapped back to reality. “I dropped the medicinal liquor earlier. I’ll go downstairs and get a new one.”

Hearing his voice, the youth, who had just been placed on the soft, large bed, trembled again. Although he wanted to shrink away in fear, at this moment Zheng Chenke had already carefully taken both of his bare feet into his hands.

He couldn’t escape, so he could only carefully shrink back, his eyes looking around everywhere, filled with unfamiliarity.

Zheng Chenke noticed the unfamiliarity in his eyes, and a thought arose in his mind. “He Qing, do you still recognize me?”

Hearing his name called, the youth’s newly relaxed body abruptly stiffened, and he looked at the man, shaking his head timidly.

Zheng Chenke’s heart sank sharply. His expression remained unchanged, but he asked, “Do you still remember how old you are?”

He Qing was taken aback, confusion flashing through his clear eyes. He lowered his head slightly, counting on his fingers for a long time before answering timidly in a small voice, “Four years old…”

He looked fearfully at the unfamiliar uncle in front of him, watching his face darken. There was something in his eyes that made him afraid, just like… just like Mom.

Mom was always like this before she hit him.

The fair, tender feet under his hands suddenly tensed up. The youth, his eyes welling with tears, was terrified. He stammered, begging for mercy, “Don’t hit… don’t hit A-Qing, A-Qing is a good boy…”

The man had never seen this side of the arrogant youth, yet he wished he had never seen it at all.

The more afraid and obedient He Qing was now, the heavier the trauma he had suffered.

Zheng Chenke’s heart was filled with violent fury. He wished he could hack the people who kidnapped He Qing into ten thousand pieces. He had even lined up all sorts of methods for revenge in his mind. But facing the youth who thought he was only four years old today, he forcefully smoothed out his facial expression. Recalling scenes of passersby coaxing children he had seen before, he tried hard to soften his tone. “I won’t hit A-Qing. A-Qing is such a good boy, how could anyone bear to hit A-Qing.”

He was now full of guilt towards the youth. If, as the butler said, there was a hidden truth to what happened back then, then what did that make him—someone who kicked him out right after his father died?

Zheng Chenke’s original plan was to uncover the truth, return everything He Changying left behind in full, and move out himself. But with He Qing like this, if he left, the fate of a youth holding massive assets but lacking the ability to protect them would definitely not be good.

Despite the myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind, Zheng Chenke revealed absolutely nothing on the surface, making sure the currently sensitive youth couldn’t perceive anything.

“Mom…” Carefully shrinking himself back, the youth asked timidly, “Mom hits A-Qing… because A-Qing is not a good boy…”

Hearing this sentence, the man’s grip involuntarily tightened. It wasn’t until the youth let out a muffled groan that he woke up as if from a dream. He hurriedly loosened his grip. Watching the youth quickly pull his feet back and curl into a ball, he put his hands behind his back and said hoarsely, “No one will hit you anymore. You don’t have to be afraid.”

He Qing didn’t believe it. But for some reason, he felt that he should trust the uncle in front of him. So he stopped asking about Mom, but rather carefully curled up into a ball, saying nothing more.

Just as the butler said, the He Qing from his childhood was a very obedient child. Whether it was the stinging medicinal liquor touching the wound, or the glass shards embedded in his flesh being picked out bit by bit, he didn’t make a single sound.

With a pale face, even his lips trembling slightly, the youth quietly watched the man wrap his foot in gauze, and quietly allowed himself to be coaxed to sleep.

Once he confirmed the youth was asleep, Zheng Chenke tiptoed out of the room. As soon as the door closed, the icy anger he had been suppressing burst forth.

“Has the owner of that car been brought here?”

The butler’s face looked terrible. He nodded and said, “He’s been brought here. It’s the classmate the young master had conflicts with before, named Wang Yuecheng.”

“Wang! Yue! Cheng!” Zheng Chenke’s eyes were dark, his tone chillingly terrifying. “Let’s go, let’s go meet him!”

He wanted to see exactly who had the audacity to lay a hand on the little young master of the He family!

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“Lu Linguan! Why is there still no news about A-Qing? His phone is turned off. I’ve been looking for him all night and couldn’t find him. Do you have any news!” Mo Chuyu’s face was full of anxiety, her eyes filled with exhaustion.

Lu Linguan had just come out of the He family’s residence, his expression also very ugly. Seeing Mo Chuyu like this, he took off his gentle mask and said coldly, “Don’t forget, you are my girlfriend now. Why are you caring so much about him!”

His expression was ugly, but Mo Chuyu’s was even uglier. “Just tell me if you know or not!”

Thinking of how he went to the He family but didn’t even get to see He Qing’s face, and how Wang Yuecheng had been taken away… As long as Zheng Chenke followed the clues, finding out it was him would be child’s play…

He was currently irritable and restless. Last night, before he even had time to soothe A-Qing, he was called away by Wang Yuecheng, who said someone was investigating them. They discussed it for a long time and finally decided to let Wang Yuecheng go abroad first to lay low. He didn’t expect that when he returned in the early hours of the morning, what he saw was the back of Zheng Chenke carrying the youth into a car.

He had clearly already kicked the person out, so why was he stepping up now pretending to be some big, bad wolf!

Lu Linguan currently had no time to think about these things. A-Qing being taken away was nothing, but if Zheng Chenke used this opportunity to make trouble…

He waited restlessly for a long time. Upon learning that Wang Yuecheng had been intercepted at the airport, he finally decided to go for broke and went to the He family.

Lu Linguan was betting on He Qing’s infatuation with him. As long as He Qing stood by his side, even Zheng Chenke couldn’t do anything to him.

He just didn’t expect that he would be kicked out without even getting to see the youth’s face.

If Wang Yuecheng confessed and implicated him…

Seeing Lu Linguan remain silent for a long time, Mo Chuyu’s worry for A-Qing deepened. She slammed the table and said hatefully, “Lu Linguan, let me tell you! If anything happens to A-Qing, I will absolutely not spare you!”

Lu Linguan was already in a bad mood, and Mo Chuyu kept “bothering” him. He turned his head impatiently and said coldly, “Even if something really happened to He Qing, shouldn’t the person you blame the most be yourself?”

The pretty girl was stunned. “What… did you say?”

Seeing her like this, a cruel arc curled the corners of Lu Linguan’s mouth. “You played a part in betraying A-Qing too, didn’t you?”

He remembered Wang Yuecheng telling him about He Qing wanting to commit suicide. Initially, it was just to vent, but now it had become real. “A-Qing committed suicide last night, didn’t you know?”

Deliberately omitting the fact that He Qing was saved, Lu Linguan watched with near pleasure as the girl’s face instantly turned deathly pale. “Right after being betrayed by you, he committed suicide on the bridge.”

“No… impossible…”

Mo Chuyu shook her head in disbelief. “A-Qing… A-Qing clearly said that if you found someone else, he would give up… He said he would start a new life…”

“You’re lying to me! A-Qing would never commit suicide!”

The girl roared at Lu Linguan, tears falling pitter-patter. She stubbornly refused to wipe them, insisting, “I did it for A-Qing’s own good. As long as you aren’t with A-Qing, he is still that happy little young master. It’s impossible for him to commit suicide!”

“Right, you did it for A-Qing’s own good…” Looking at Mo Chuyu, who liked the youth, in such agony, the corners of Lu Linguan’s mouth curled up. “But Uncle He died, and A-Qing was kicked out of the house by Zheng Chenke. He can never be the little young master again.”

“And right at that moment, you!” Lu Linguan reached out and pointed at the devastated girl, cruelly pushing everything onto her. “You betrayed him. Therefore, A-Qing chose to commit suicide.”

“Mo Chuyu, this is all your fault!”