10: Chapter 10 The Tragic Young Master's Benefactor 9
What was that dripping on my hand? Did Sir cry? Is he very sad?
Just now, was Sir saying he was willing to die with him? He even took the initiative to touch his cheek.
Does that mean Sir also has some affection for him? Even if it's not that much, does it mean he is also a bit special?
It was as if he were burned by the scalding tears, or perhaps stimulated by Lu Zhan's words, or even jolted awake by his own conjectures.
Lin Sicheng suddenly shed all his gloom, paranoia, madness, and violence. His reason returned, and he calmed down, slowly releasing the hand gripping the neck.
Having lost consciousness and support, Lu Zhan slumped onto the bed.
His hair was messy, his pajamas wide open, and his lips slightly swollen. The dense marks on his neck had not yet faded before being covered again by the purple bruises of a five-fingered grip.
He was in a state of complete disarray, long since losing his usual composure. His weak breathing and the slight rise and fall of his chest only proved that he still had a breath left, but he was as fragile as a porcelain doll that would shatter at a touch.
All of this was extremely eyesore and shocking. A flower on a high peak defiled, a deity fallen from their altar—it was probably nothing more than this.
It shouldn't be like this. His Sir shouldn't be like this. He was born to be held up by everyone, high above, indifferent and cold, untainted by the world.
Lin Sicheng looked at his own hands in disbelief. He had caused all of this. What had he done? How could he treat Sir like this... he even... wanted to strangle Sir... He must have been crazy just now...
Remorse and self-loathing for his actions, guilt for hurting Sir, worry for Sir's safety, and the fear that Sir would completely loathe him from now on—all these emotions were about to drown Lin Sicheng.
His hands were clenched tight, his nails unconsciously digging into his palms. The pain reminded Lin Sicheng of something very important.
Medicine. Right, take medicine. He seemed to have forgotten to take his medicine both yesterday and today. How could he forget such an important thing...
Lin Sicheng took out his phone and called his private doctor and psychologist. "Chen Shu, come over here."
Then he carefully and cherishedly picked Lu Zhan up, straightened his clothes, put him back on the bed, and pulled over the quilt to cover him.
Before leaving, Lin Sicheng leaned down and piously kissed Lu Zhan's forehead, then leaned close to his ear and whispered with a sob.
"Sir, I'm sorry. This kind of thing won't happen again. Xiao Cheng is just sick. Please forgive Xiao Cheng this once, okay? Xiao Cheng just loves Sir very, very much."
A glimmer of water seemed to flash and then quickly sank into the pillow, disappearing.
After a while, Lin Sicheng stood up, his face calm, and left with a natural gait as if nothing had happened.
The sound of the door closing rang out, and soon the person walked far away until there was no more sound. The person lying on the bed who had fainted opened his eyes, which were so indifferent and cold that it seemed as if nothing before had ever happened.
Lu Zhan got out of bed. The clinking sound of the gold chain was impossible for Lu Zhan to ignore. He could only frown, suppressing the displeasure in his heart.
He slowly walked to the sofa in front of the window and sat down, picking up the water glass on the coffee table and taking two sips.
He didn't know what kind of drug Lin Sicheng had used, but the effect was so strong. Even after so much time had passed, Lu Zhan still felt his legs were a bit weak.
"009, how is the male lead's blackening value?"
"Host, how did you do it? It has stabilized now and even dropped a bit. The current blackening value is 90." 009's tone was much more cheerful.
"Hmm, faking a faint + soft-sell policy, you know. The situation is about what I expected. As for the way to eliminate the blackening value, I've almost thought of a method."
Lu Zhan felt helpless. He really didn't want to make this move. If he did, his straight man integrity would truly be at stake. But if he didn't, the mission would be hopeless.
Moreover, this brat's emotions are so volatile now, going crazy at the slightest provocation. This state looks abnormal no matter how you look at it.
Recalling what Lin Sicheng said about being sick, perhaps there really is a psychological problem.
The word "love" is the word Lu Zhan has heard most from Lin Sicheng's mouth since returning to this world.
But Lu Zhan still didn't quite understand. If Lin Sicheng loved him, why could he drug and imprison him without any hesitation?
Everything was like a pre-arranged trap, just waiting for him to fall in. And just now, he had almost strangled the person he claimed to love.
Or perhaps Lin Sicheng's love isn't love. A few years ago, Lin Sicheng was so young; did he understand love? Could he really distinguish between love and dependence?
Could he have mistaken dependence for love, and because of the resentment of being abandoned in the past, he held a grudge and felt hatred?
They had been out of contact for several years, and they had only been in contact for two days now, yet Lin Sicheng had such intense emotions for him.
Or perhaps it's simply like others, just a desire for conquest and possession.
It's no wonder Lu Zhan thought so; he was truly confident in his appearance.
Back in the Main World, because of his superior appearance, he had been pursued by many men and women.
But firstly, he felt he was a straight man, and secondly, he wasn't interested in that area, so he rejected them all.
His reputation for being indifferent, cold, and abstinent spread, and gradually the pursuers decreased.
To stain the flower on a high peak, to drag the deity down from the altar.
This is something many people like to do, regardless of love or not. It's more about the inner desire for conquest, possession, and control.
He just didn't know which kind Lin Sicheng was, but if it was the latter, he would definitely let Lin Sicheng know why the flowers are so red. Growing crooked like that, he really needs to be disciplined.
Lu Zhan sat lazily by the window. His silk pajamas weren't as overbearing in Aura as formal wear, appearing a bit softer. His messy hair was swept back casually, but many strands still hung over his forehead, yet it still didn't affect the man's handsome face.
His beautiful, slender fingers held the side of a book as he flipped through it. The metal black-rimmed glasses on his superior nose bridge added a touch of refinement.
The afternoon sunlight came through the window, making one feel warm, and it seemed to cast a golden veil over everything, peaceful and beautiful.
But a thin gold chain shimmering with golden light extended from the ankle of the person on the sofa all the way to where the nightstand blocked it. Along with the marks on his neck, it looked somewhat eyesore no matter how one looked at it.
After a while, the sound of the door being pushed open came. Lu Zhan was too lazy to even Divided Soul to look, just focusing on the book in his hand.
Lin Sicheng and Chen Shu walked in one after the other. Even though he had already developed a lot of resistance to Sir's charm, Lin Sicheng was still dazzled by the current Sir.
Looking at Chen Shu beside him, his eyes were blurred, having long since been dazed to the point of not knowing where he was. The hostility that had finally calmed down just now was once again stirred up a bit.
"Chen Shu, if you don't want your eyes anymore, I can help you." His tone was cold enough to freeze someone to death, and he was so serious that it didn't seem like a joke.
"Young Master Lin, you're joking. That, uh, didn't you ask me to come and see the patient? I'm just observing."
With the chill emanating from beside him, Chen Shu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and immediately turned his gaze elsewhere, only to accidentally turn it to somewhere he shouldn't have.
Is that a chain? Good heavens, as expected, people in the upper circles really know how to play. hiding a beauty in a golden house.
Chen Shu thought so as he carefully withdrew his gaze. As a subordinate, one must be like this: put away curiosity, don't look at what shouldn't be seen, don't listen to what shouldn't be heard, and act according to orders.