Additional Inheritance - Chap 69
Chapter 69
When Wen Xiaohui ran downstairs, a black GMC parked on the side of the street flashed its lights at him, and he rushed over. He opened the door and hopped into the backseat without any further thought.
He had no time to breathe before the person in the back seat gave him a fright. His heart skipped a beat.
Luo Yi！
Sitting steadily and leaning against the car door with a sombre expression was Luo Yi. In the darkness, his eyes looked like the eyes of a hungry wolf – vicious and chilling. A violent storm was brewing.
Wen Xiaohui’s brain hadn’t started to react, but his body had instinctively started to flee. He was about to open the car door when Luo Yi’s broad and tall body enveloped him, grabbing his hand using the kind of force that could break his wrist.
It pained Wen Xiaohui so deeply that he stifled a cry; beads of cold sweat immediately formed on his forehead. Words were futile at this moment – all he wanted was to escape, to run away from this person who made him feel extremely scared!
The chauffeur opened the door without saying anything and got out of the car.
Protruding veins appeared on Wen Xiaohui’s forehead, and beads of sweat dripped down his face. He endured the pain, not wanting to make a sound, but he couldn’t hide his pale complexion. He finally bellowed, “Fuck you, let me go!”
Luo Yi said coldly, “Are you still planning to run?”
“Don’t tell me I’m going to be trapped by a nutjob like you for the rest of my life?!” Wen Xiaohui tried his hardest to wrestle free.
The interior of the car had been modified, so there was a lot of space. They rolled onto the carpet while they were tugging and tearing at each other. Luo Yi sat on Wen Xiaohui’s legs and held his wrists down by the top of his head. Wen Xiaohui finally couldn’t budge – he could only glare at Luo Yi in shock and fear.
Luo Yi drew a deep breath. His pupils appeared pitch-black, as if they were bottomless. He lowered his head gradually with an imposing and foreboding1 manner and moved closer to Wen Xiaohui. “You’re still so silly. It hasn’t changed at all. Did you think your botched attempt would let you slip away?”
Wen Xiaohui clenched his teeth as he said, “H-How did you find out?”
Luo Yi extended his slender finger, hooking it onto Wen Xiaohui’s shirt button as he slowly pulled the shirt away from his skin. He suddenly tugged on it. The shirt opened and the button was pulled off. Luo Yi held the small button in between his fingers and sneered, “It’s a mini tapping device.”
Wen Xiaohui’s expression looked extremely unsightly. From head to toe, he was wearing clothes gifted by Luo Yi. Clearly, he’d underestimated Luo Yi’s level of pervertedness! He couldn’t stop himself from unleashing a torrent of abuse in hysteria, caused by being forced into a dead end.
Luo Yi grasped Wen Xiaohui’s chin, forcefully blocking his mouth and ravaging his lips in a rush. Wen Xiaohui tried to get away from Luo Yi, but he was like a fish on a chopping board2 and he could only straighten his body in futility. The hand that held his chin was overbearing, forcing Wen Xiaohui to open his mouth and accept the invasion of Luo Yi’s tongue. He regretted that he couldn’t bite Luo Yi’s tongue off!
Wen Xiaohui was kissed until his brain was lacking in oxygen. Luo Yi gasped at the end of the punishing kiss, and he licked his lips. He said coldly and dejectedly, “Xiaohui-ge, you shouldn’t make me angry. I wasn’t planning to deal with Li Shuo or Luo Rui, but they encouraged you to leave me. They’re asking for it.”
Wen Xiaohui glared at him as he hissed, “How dare you! How dare you go after them! I’ll take you on.”
Luo Yi narrowed his eyes. “Anyone who dares to split us up deserves to die.”
“Luo Yi!” Wen Xiaohui said sternly, “I’ll never forgive you if you dare to harm them. I’ll spend the rest of my fucking life fighting you to the death! You’re not allowed to touch them. You can’t!”
Luo Yi’s smile looked terrifying. “Are you threatening me or are you begging me?”
Wen Xiaohui trembled – his fundamental fear of Luo Yi rose exponentially. He couldn’t imagine what Luo Rui and Li Shuo would have to face because of him. He would rather bear it all himself and not implicate anyone else. He bit down firmly on his lip as he stared in alarm. He had no idea how to stop that psycho, Luo Yi.
Luo Yi forced his thumb into Wen Xiaohui’s mouth as he pried his teeth apart and rescued his lip that was oozing blood. He caressed Wen Xiaohui’s lip and said softly, “Threats don’t work on me, but if you beg me, I’ll consider letting them off this one time.”
Wen Xiaohui felt a chill permeating his whole body. His teeth started to chatter, and he gasped for breath. “Luo Yi… Don’t do anything that will make me hate you even more.”
Luo Yi bit his lip gently. “That’s not how you beg someone.”
Wen Xiaohui’s facial muscles looked a little distorted. He asked in a hoarse voice, “What do you want?”
Luo Yi stooped to lick Wen Xiaohui’s ears gently, his movements were as tender as water, but his words were as chilling as the tip of a blade. “I want you to kiss me. I want you to smile at me. I want you to take your clothes off and take the lead in opening your legs for me. I want you to swear on everything you care about that you will never leave me.”
Wen Xiaohui clenched his fists. His body shook violently from anger and because he couldn’t move, he struggled intensely. A cry of despair escaped from his throat.
Was Luo Yi trying to force him into a dead end before he would consider stopping?
Luo Yi stared at Wen Xiaohui’s bloodshot eyes and distressed expression. Wen Xiaohui was like a small beast despairing that it had been cornered. They seemed so similar that it made Luo Yi’s eyes ache, and his heart felt as though it had been clenched into a ball.
This wasn’t what he wanted. No! What did he have to do to put everything back on track? Why did Wen Xiaohui appear more distant the more he wanted to control him? He had a thousand methods for dealing with a thousand people, but he couldn’t think of an appropriate way for dealing with Wen Xiaohui. Like holding a handful of sand – the tighter the grip, the faster the sand would flow. The tighter he wanted to hold onto something… What would be left in his hands?
For the first time in his life, he finally experienced fear when he saw terror and hatred in Wen Xiaohui’s eyes. He once calmly welcomed death as he was surrounded by flames: he’d always assumed that he was fearless. However, he felt afraid now. He was scared that things wouldn’t go his way. He was scared that Wen Xiaohui would look at him every day with such an expression. He was scared that he would be left with nothing despite his meticulous plans.
Suddenly, there was the sound of a crash while they were stuck in a painful stalemate. The car shook, both of them rolled forward, and Luo Yi relaxed his grip on Wen Xiaohui.
Wen Xiaohui was more agile in the compartment, quickly getting up and reaching for the door.
Luo Yi grabbed him around the arm and dragged him back. Wen Xiaohui’s other hand was clawing frantically in the compartment, accidentally opening the glove compartment by the front seats. His hand drove into the compartment, grabbing onto something without a second thought. He turned around and smashed it down on Luo Yi’s head.
Luo Yi groaned, his body started to veer to the side.
Wen Xiaohui’s eyes widened when he saw Luo Yi’s head bleeding heavily. He was so terrified that he loosened his grip and it fell to the ground with a dong. He lowered his head and saw that it was a mahogany paperweight as thick as a child’s arm!
Luo Yi shook his head and covered his wound with his hands. Blood dripped down in between the gaps of his fingers. He looked heartbroken as he stared at Wen Xiaohui.
Wen Xiaohui shuffled backwards until his back was against the car door.
Luo Yi’s eyes started to look unfocused. He whispered, “Don’t go.”
Wen Xiaohui’s body trembled violently and his teeth chattered. He didn’t know what to do.
Luo Yi’s eyes reddened in an instant. “Don’t go… I beg you.”
Wen Xiaohui’s heart ached. An indescribable sense of pressure and depression rendered him nearly unable to breathe. To him, this closed compartment was like the depths of hell3. The scarlet blood dyed his vision red. When he opened the car door, he felt as though he wasn’t merely escaping from Luo Yi – he was fleeing for his life. If he took another look into Luo Yi’s despairing eyes, he was sure to suffocate.
In the instant that he rolled out of the car, he heard Luo Yi sob: “I’ve told many lies, but I genuinely love you.”
Wen Xiaohui exhausted all his strength to stop himself from turning around to look at Luo Yi. He was worried that once he looked back, he would no longer be able to leave.
As he was in a daze, someone picked him up and put him in a different car that drove off.
“Mr Wen. Mr Wen?”
The driver called out to him a good few times before Wen Xiaohui finally came back to his senses. He absentmindedly turned to look at the person in the driving seat. In the rearview mirror, he saw his own face which was streaming with tears.
The young driver heaved a sigh of relief. “I was sent by my employer to come pick you up, I saw you getting into the wrong car… The crash just now was a last resort. You weren’t hurt, were you?”
Wen Xiaohui shook his head, wiping his face with his hands. His tears had already cooled so much that the tips of his fingers became numb.
He handed Wen Xiaohui a sim card. “Change the sim card and stop using the old one. In addition, there are also a lot of anti-tracking measures that you’ll need to consider. I’ll tell you about them one at a time while we’re on our way.”
Wen Xiaohui took them as he used his trembling hands to change the sim card. When he turned on the mobile phone, a few text messages popped up – they were sent by Li Shuo, asking him to let him know when he got in the car.
Wen Xiaohui made a call. Li Shuo’s slightly anxious voice sounded from the other end of the line. “Xiaohui?”
Wen Xiaohui held back his tears, his voice trembled: “Li-dage, where are you?”
“I’m already in Pengcheng. I’m waiting for you.”
“What about Luo Rui? Luo Yi might seek revenge on him, so I can’t just leave.”
“Luo Rui’s flight to Australia departs tomorrow. He’s going into hiding for a period of time, don’t worry.”
“How could I not worry? Luo Yi…” As soon as Wen Xiaohui recalled the unsightly blood on Luo Yi’s fair face, his heart started to throb as if it were overburdened and would stop beating any minute. Luo Yi was hurt, so maybe he wouldn’t have time to deal with Luo Rui…
“Xiaohui, you need to leave now. Don’t think about anything else, you won’t have another opportunity like this again.”
Wen Xiaohui was speechless, he knew that everything Li Shuo had said was right – he wouldn’t have an opportunity like this again. If he fell back into Luo Yi’s hands, Luo Yi might use a metal chain to keep him locked up in the house forever.
Li Shuo consoled him a bit before hanging up.
Wen Xiaohui lay on the back seat – he felt so tired that he nearly couldn’t move his fingers.
What would happen after his departure? Li Shuo had already left. Luo Rui should be able to get away too. How would Liu Xing react to his letter of resignation? What about his mum? Would she be able to understand the reason why he had to leave and how was Luo Rui going to explain it to her? Would he ever be able to return to his hometown? When would he be able to see his friends and family? Was he giving everything up by leaving?
Wen Xiaohui closed his eyes, letting his tears flow down his cheeks. He felt as though there was a savage tiger behind him and the edge of a cliff in front of him – he couldn’t find any means of escape. Would leaving this city would end his suffering or would it be the start of another nightmare? Why didn’t he feel happy at all from being freed from his burden? Instead, he felt a strong sense of fear and worry. He didn’t dare to dwell on it anymore.
Anxiety and tears kept him company as he drifted off to sleep.
He was asleep for a long time until the early morning rays of the sun penetrated the car window, and he covered his eyes and awoke from his slumber.
He didn’t know how long the car had stopped at the petrol station. The driver was taking a nap, his breathing was level.
Wen Xiaohui’s eyes were swollen to the point where he nearly couldn’t open them. It took him a while before he adjusted to the light, and he sat up gradually. He’d spent most of the night with his body contorted, making his spine painful – he felt completely out of sorts.
It was daybreak, and they had been driving for most of the night, so they must have already left Beijing. Did he actually manage to escape?
All of a sudden, he saw his mobile phone flashing out of the corner of his eye. He picked it up to check, and although the sim card had been changed, he still had the same social media accounts. His Weibo pinged him about some new posts. He opened them casually, but the content sent a chilling shock throughout his entire body.
Last night, a new post appeared on his Weibo – a photo of Luo Rui with his hands tied up!
He interacted a lot with Luo Rui online, and they frequently exchanged jokes and mocked each other. The tone of the Weibo post was definitely jokey, and Luo Rui had his head down, so his face wasn’t visible. Their fans teased and heckled them in the comments underneath, and nobody would have suspected that it was a kidnapping. However, a rush of blood had already gushed to Wen Xiaohui’s forehead, and his state of mind was on the verge of collapse. Luo Yi knew his account number and password, so he didn’t need to hazard a guess at the culprit!
He suddenly slammed into the front seat, shouting urgently, “I need to go back! Take me back!”
The driver woke. “What’s going on?”
Wen Xiaohui ordered, “Take me home immediately! I’m not leaving anymore!”
The driver calmed down. “What happened?”
Wen Xiaohui nearly bought his mobile phone right next to the driver’s face. “Take. Me. Home. Immediately. ”
The driver frowned, “Mr Wen, my assignment is to take you away from here. There’s no way I can take you home unless you’re able to get my employer to change his mind.”
Wen Xiaohui phoned Li Shuo anxiously, but the line was busy.
Thinking of Luo Rui in Luo Yi’s hands, Wen Xiaohui was so terrified that all the blood in his body nearly solidified. He couldn’t manage so many things at the same time. He changed his sim card back with his shaking hands to call Luo Yi.
He wasn’t leaving. He could bear the consequences without involving anyone else since he had brought it on himself.
He had yet to dial the number when suddenly, a phone call came through to him – it was a completely unknown number.
Wen Xiaohui hesitated for two seconds before he picked up the call.
From the other end of the line came a disguised robotic voice, and it spoke in an unusual tone. “I’m dealing with Luo Rui’s business.”
Wen Xiaohui was stumped. “Who are you?”
The voice continued to speak. “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine soon.”
“W-Why would I trust you? W-Who are you?”
“… Do you remember what I said before about Luo Rui reminding me of an old friend?”
A beam of white light flashed inside Wen Xiaohui’s brain. He suddenly realised that it was Shao Qun! The hand holding the phone was completely covered in sweat, and he nearly couldn’t hold onto it. Feeling unsure, he replied, “I think… I remember.”
“Treat it as a personal favour, I can only help you this much.”
“Who is that person?” blurted Wen Xiaohui before he hung up. He knew that Shao Qun had always intended to help him or else Shao Qun wouldn’t have warned him to be wary of Luo Yi, or offer to send him to France. However, he was also aware that in Shao Qun’s mind, Wen Xiaohui wasn’t worth the risk of making an enemy of Luo Yi. Shao Qun was willing to lend a hand at this point, indicating that this person must have been truly important to Shao Qun.
Shao Qun became quiet for a while, then responded in a strange tone: “… First love?”
Afterwards, Shao Qun hung up, and Wen Xiaohui heard the beeping of the busy dial tone. It was as if his heart was neither up nor down as it hung mid-air.
Footnotes:
山雨欲来 is the first part of a idiom and together it literally means the rising wind forebodes the coming storm. It signifies that something important is going to happen. This idiom was first used in the late Tang dynasty by the poet, Xu Hun.
The second half of this phrase means that someone is at the mercy of others (i.e. the fish is ready to be slaughtered if it’s on the chopping board).
Specifically Avicci or the lowest level of hell in Buddhism.
