âJing, you brat, you called at just the right time. Uncle Dongâs got something to tell you too,â Old Dongâs tone was prudent as if he had something important to say.
Gu Jing slowly withdrew his smile as he lowered his voice. âTell me, Uncle Dong.â
âRemember the guy who was sent to shoot you?â Uncle Dongâs eyes grew shrewd. âIâve already caught him, but do you know what symbol was on his left hand?â
Gu Jing had only caught a glimpse of the hand in question and faintly recalled some marking. âA lightning bolt?â
âThatâs right,â Uncle Dong said, tapping the table with his index finger. âRemember how you saved this old manâs life from a bunch of men in the past? Those men had the same lightning bolt symbol.â
âYouâre saying they still havenât given up?â Gu Jing knitted his brows. In a flash, he recalled a critical point about the situation. Theyâd not only moved against Old Dong, but himself as well. That means they werenât simply out for money or profits. It was down to revenge killing now. When he thought about it deeper, he realized they wanted to kill him because heâd saved Old Dongâs life. Would that mean theyâd kill everyone else related to him as well, just so he could suffer?
An image of Shen Diyuâs face floated up in Gu Jingâs mind.
Old Dong sighed as a trace of shame crept into his voice. âThis old man blocked their progress in the past, so it makes sense that theyâd want to kill me. But Iâm worried that itâs implicated you this time as well.â
Gu Jing pursed his lips. âUncle Dong, donât worry. I wonât let anything happen to me.â
âMm. Uncle Dongâs telling you this so you can keep on guard. Donât worry, Iâve already sent men to protect the hospital youâre staying at. Once youâve gone past this period of time, things will improve.â
âThank you, Uncle Dong, I understand.â
Before he hung up, Old Dong remembered something and asked, âThatâs right, what did you want your Uncle Dong to ask that old Shen fellow again?â
âNothing,â Gu Jing smiled bitterly. âItâs better for Uncle Shen to keep hating me. This way heâll keep Diyu away. The further he is, the safer heâll be.â
Just whatâs all this? That Jing bratâs finally willing to spend his days with the Shen boy, but now itâs all a mess because of this old man? Old Dong was ashamed. âItâs all Uncle Dongâs fault.â
Gu Jing was quite pragmatic about it all. âUncle Dong, it has nothing to do with you. If both of us still hold feelings for each other, why do we need to see each other morning and night? Once everythingâs over, Iâll explain things to him. You donât need to worry about me. Just take good care of yourself.â
Uncle Dong burst into laughter. âThatâs true. Youâre both young and have a long life ahead of you. Then thatâs it, Iâm hanging up.â
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On the other side of the equation, Shen Jiayan was studying hard to learn how to cook. Thick white smoke billowed from the kitchens and drifted into the parlor, making the whole scene look like some divine, mist-covered fairyland. Unfortunately, both Shen Qiran and his father were in no mood to enjoy the scene from their seats on the sofa.
âWhatâs olâ second[1] doing to make such a spectacle?â the Shen father covered his mouth to suppress his coughs as he strove to keep a stern expression.
âI donât know,â Shen Qiran coughed a few times. âJudging from the smell, it might be stir-fried onions with green peppers .â Otherwise, why would we be choking?
Nanny Wang stood on one side with a sour expression. âOld master, eldest young master, just then second young master said that heâs simmering tomato and pork liver soup. Apparently itâs good for enriching the blood.â
âThen why isnât second young master asking you to help him instead of going to the kitchens himself?â the Shen father glanced towards the room. Youâve just gotten back from the hospital. Please donât make yourself ill again.
Nanny Wang had a woebegone face. âI want to help second young master too, but he said itâs more meaningful if he cooks the soup himself. He wouldnât let me help and chased me out.â
Now she was worried about the state of her kitchen. Was it still alright? Her pots, her vegetable knives, her bowlsâŠ
The Shen father used his walking stick to smack Shen Qiran. âEldest, go check on olâ second by the door. Why is he taking so long to cook something?â And heâs even making it for that bastard Jing, hmph!
Shen Qiranâs face was stiff. âDad, why donât you go yourself?â
âThis smoke is too stifling,â his father said with another jab. âMaybe olâ second hardly listens to me these days, but youâre following in his footsteps, too? Is that right?â
âI wouldnât dare,â Shen Qiran said before standing up and heading for the kitchens. He was about to open the door when someone pulled it open from inside, leaving him in full view of a dirtied face and a pair of bright peach blossom eyes.
âBig bro, this smell is too stifling. Help me look after the pot while I get some fresh air!â Shen Jiayan blurted out before leaving the mess in Shen Qiranâs hands.
ââŠ..â said Shen Qiran. Why must I be the one who always suffers?
On the sofa sat the Shen father on one side and Shen Jiayan on the other. His father couldnât see the black cat that was stretched lazily in between them.
âOlâ second, youâre planning to visit that stinkinâ brat Gu Jing today, arenât you?â his father said as he slammed his walking stick on the floor a few times. Veins were popping out of his forehead.
âMhm,â Shen Jiayan replied.
âAnd if dad wonât let you?â his father asked calmly.
âDad, I really do like him,â Shen Jiayan bit his lip. âOne year ago, you told me to break up with him and I did as you said. But I wasnât happy at all this past year until I saw him again in H City. Dad, Iâve listened to you once. Then how about you listen to me once this time?â
His fatherâs words seemed to be torn out from between his teeth. âNo. My Shen family can afford to cast him away!â
âThen if thatâs the case dad, my answer is that Iâll go too,â Shen Jiayan decided. Since he had to fulfill the clientâs dreams, he would naturally expose his true desires to his father as well.
âFine, on your knees!â
Shen Jiayan did as he was told. His father whacked him hard with his walking stick. He hadnât cared how wild Shen Diyu have been in the past and only reserved his cane for beating his eldest son. This time it landed on Shen Jiayanâs left shoulder with a hot thwack of pain. It was obvious that the hit would leave a bruise.
âStill going?â his fatherâs lips trembled slightly as he purposely raised his voice.
Shen Jiayan glanced at him as he knelt on the icy floor. His left shoulder seemed to have lost all feeling from the smack, but his lips were still insistent. âIâm sorry, dad.â
Another hit struck him on the stomach, then his arms, legs, etc⊠His father avoided any vital parts on his body to smack his meat until it turned numb with pain. Shen Jiayan only whimpered once before biting his lips. He neither begged for mercy nor cried out in pain. In the end, his father collapsed back on the couch. He knew how much his son feared pain, but the boy still managed to keep silent in the face of his beating.
Still, that didnât mean Shen Jiayan wasnât complaining at all.
âSystem, it hurtshurtshurtshurtshurts, Iâm about to die from the pain. Lighter, tell him to smack me lighter, or else Iâm going to revolt. Iâm seriously going to rebel. Sobsob, isnât this mission only worth 5,000 points? Why does it hurt so much?!â
Shen Jiayan was only able to hold out because of the systemâs words. âYour Excellency Host, as long as you make it through this, Iâll award you with 1,000 points.â
Thus, Shen Jiayan gave it his all.
âFine then, just go!â his father said helplessly. The more you loved someone, the more you were at your witâs end. Shen Jiayan staggered his way to his feet before enveloping his father in a light hug.
âDad, thank you. No matter who I end up with in the end or what I choose, Iâll always love you.â These were words the original host had wanted to say as well, but never got a chance to in his past life.
His father turned towards his, his eyes sparkling slightly. âIn any case, your dad canât control you anymore. Just do whatever you want!â
Shen Jiayan headed towards the kitchens in enough pain to grit his teeth. His face was all scrunched up by now. His older brother was currently leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. Once Shen Jiayan passed him, he reached out to touch his face. âLittle brother, you look a little ugly right now.â
After a pause, he added with a sigh, âBut youâve grown up.â
Shen Jiayan tilted his head with a chuckle. âBig bro, youâve been beaten a lot more times than me, right?â And then he entered the kitchens in a cloud of smoke. His pot of tomato and pork liver soup had just about boiled dry. Shen Jiayan quickly added in more water. âSystem, the soup should be done by now, right?â
The black cat swished its tail as it circled the around the pot of blackish âsoup.â It looked at Shen Jiayan with doubtful eyes. âCan you really drink this?â
âWerenât you the one who told me just to add tomatoes and pork liver with water and simmer them slowly?â Shen Jiayan asked guilelessly.
Well, it seems like thatâs what Xu Chenle did in the past too, the black cat mused to himself. Although his own hostâs end product looked a little different, the process was still the same. It shouldnâtâŠbe too much of a problem, right?
âIt should be fine,â the black cat puffed up its chest with confidence.
âAlright, then Iâll go find Gu Jing now,â Shen Jiayan placed the soup into a box to keep it warm before setting out.
[1] olâ second (èäș) â lao er, nickname for Shen Qiyu as heâs the second oldest son.