Additional Inheritance - Chap 88

Chapter 88 (M)

Wen Xiaohui was left empty-handed after searching Luo Yi’s room. He decided he was going to wait until Luo Yi left the next day to look through the rest of the rooms. The villa was massive, so where should he look?

Luo Yi seemed very pleased that Wen Xiaohui had taken the initiative to come back, and after they finished dinner, he watched the film while holding Wen Xiaohui. He peeled a tangerine and fed Wen Xiaohui piece-by-piece. Nestled in his arms, Wen Xiaohui began to feel drowsy.

“Are you tired?” asked Luo Yi by his ear.

Luo Yi chuckled, “Why do you get tired so quickly, lazybones?”

Wen Xiaohui felt bewildered, narrowing his eyes as he watched the film he didn’t know. The warm lighting, the table filled with snacks, and also strong arms and a sturdy chest surrounded him, and he heard the soft pampering words in his ear. He suddenly remembered what Luo Yi had said when he left Wen Xiaohui’s house the other day – was this the life he’d imagined?

All of a sudden, Wen Xiaohui felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

His eyes opened fully. “Let’s go to sleep.”

Luo Yi kissed him on the cheek. “Do you want me to carry you upstairs?”

“No.” Wen Xiaohui pulled himself to standing from the sofa and went upstairs by himself.

While Wen Xiaohui was in the shower, Luo Yi burst into the bathroom, as if it was his right to do so. The two of them made love in the cool water underneath the shower head. That night, Wen Xiaohui let go of his inhibitions to enjoy himself fully. He accidentally let out a moan – a sign that he was struggling to hold himself back and set each of Luo Yi’s nerves on fire. They had sex like wild beasts.

Although there was no gap between their bodies, he didn’t know how to bridge the distance between their hearts.

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The next day, Luo Yi got up early as usual. He was worried Wen Xiaohui’s lower back would be sore, so he gave him a massage for half an hour. Wen Xiaohui was like a cat refusing to wake, curling up in Luo Yi’s arms. Luo Yi gazed at him with enduring tenderness, and in that moment, he was completely engrossed in his own world – a world that only belonged to him and Wen Xiaohui. He was brought back to reality by the ringing of his mobile phone.

After he finished the call, he whispered into Wen Xiaohui’s ear, telling him that he was going to the office. Wen Xiaohui mumbled something, showing that he might have heard him.

Luo Yi went downstairs to heat up breakfast and placed it on the dining table. Afterwards, he opened the door and left.

Wen Xiaohui opened his eyes when he heard the door close. Bearing the pain in his lower back, he rolled over and got out of bed. He put his clothes on and went downstairs to Luo Yaya’s room.

Luo Yaya’s room was peaceful as usual. There wasn’t even a speck of dust on her desk, so it was obvious someone had been cleaning it frequently. It was like the owner had never left and might come back anytime. He had lived in this house for several years, but he seldom ventured into Yaya’s room, as it inevitably stirred up his emotions each time he went inside. After so many years, the feeling of nostalgia still couldn’t be suppressed.

“Jie, sorry to disturb you.” Wen Xiaohui clasped his hands together and bowed, before he started to search her room.

There were loads of things in Luo Yaya’s room. Wen Xiaohui refrained from ransacking the room due to his sense of guilt. After he’d been searching for a while, his lower back ached and his legs hurt, so he sat down on the sofa. On the wall facing the sofa hung a large photo of Luo Yaya – the woman in the photo was breathtakingly beautiful, yet her eyes conveyed a deep sense of sadness that seemed impossible to dispel. Wen Xiaohui felt guilty as he looked at it.

In the bedroom of his deceased sister, he searched for something that could be harmful to her son. Maybe she would have wanted to seek revenge on Chang Xing, but she wouldn’t have wanted Luo Yi to fail, and he…

“Jie, what should I do?” Wen Xiaohui mumbled as he stared at the photo. He blocked his face with his hand, suddenly feeling as though he couldn’t look Luo Yaya in the eye. In this lifetime, he would never have the chance to repay Luo Yaya’s kindness. He’d initially decided to repay it through Luo Yi, but who would have known that things would end up changed beyond recognition. During the time when he hated Luo Yi the most, he thought about how the only thing he could do for Luo Yaya was to refrain from harming Luo Yi, but what he was doing now…

His inner struggles lasted a long time. He thought about his mum and Luo Rui, and eventually he stood up to continue searching.

Jie, I’m sorry.

Wen Xiaohui spent the whole morning looking through Luo Yaya’s room, but he didn’t find what he wanted. However, he accidentally discovered a few of Luo Yaya’s diaries. He picked up one and deliberated for a long time before he finally opened it like a masochist.

The page that he ended up on randomly was about Luo Yi. When he checked the date, he realised Luo Yi would have been around six years old at the time. Luo Yaya seemed concerned as she wrote in her diary: Why does the child dislike speaking? Is it because no one talks to him? Could he be autistic? Is there a problem with him? Not only does he not talk, he also likes to look at people as if he’s analysing them. Sometimes, I feel frightened of him.

Wen Xiaohui only read that paragraph before he closed the diary with a bang. He had the feeling if he continued reading, his empathy would go into overdrive. Luo Yi’s childhood was a topic he’d always avoided. He was unwilling to look for an excuse for Luo Yi in this dark and sombre tale. Also, he didn’t want to catch a glimpse of Luo Yaya’s tragic past through this story; the best way to do that was to remain ignorant.

He put the diary back where he’d found it, making sure that everything looked tidy and bowed to Luo Yaya’s photo. He left the room quietly.

Most people wouldn’t keep something important in their living room, so the final place he was going to search was the storage room on the third floor – the room where the photo of Chang Xing hung, riddled with arrows. Luo Yi was reluctant to let him come here, but he knew where Luo Yi kept the key to the third floor.

Wen Xiaohui opened the door to the storage room and walked in apprehensively.

The photo of Chang Xing remained, but it had changed beyond recognition due to the numerous arrow holes in his face, particularly around his eyes. It was difficult to tell who it was. Wen Xiaohui drew a breath of cold air when he saw the photo again – each mark was a sign of Luo Yi’s hatred over the years.

He looked at the stuff piled up in the storage room and felt as though he didn’t know where to start. He breathed in, then continued to search.

While he was searching near Chang Xing’s photo, he started to stare at it for no apparent reason. Afterwards, he tried to pull out the arrow lodged in between Chang Xing’s eyebrows, in an attempt to restore the photo back to its original state. He couldn’t really remember what Chang Xing looked like anymore. The arrow was buried deep, and the hard foam target couldn’t support much pressure. He pressed on the target and pulled. The moment the arrow came out, he sensed the areas where he applied pressure collapsing inwards.

He was in shock for a second, before gently moving the target with the photo out of the way. A wooden door around the size of a book hung on the wall behind the target with a combination lock.

Wen Xiaohui felt his heart pounding. Was it a safe? No, it was too small and wouldn’t be able to hold anything. It could be some sort of mechanism. He ran his fingertips down the door and came to a halt at the combination lock.

A six-digit password… Without hesitating, he entered Luo Yi’s bank card pin.

The lock snapped open. He trembled as he opened the little door, and as expected, there was a lever inside. He took a deep breath and pulled the lever.

Following the low rumbling noise, the heavy solid wood bookshelves on the wall opposite parted and revealed a dark room.

Wen Xiaohui was flabbergasted by the firearms and weapons that covered half a wall. He immediately recognised the gun that Chang Xing gave Luo Yi on the first birthday Wen Xiaohui celebrated with him. Wen Xiaohu felt his legs weaken at the knees. He reluctantly walked over and gently touched the barrel of the gun; the ice-cold metallic texture made his blood curdle.

Underneath the rack, there were several chests that were unlocked. Wen Xiaohui opened one and found some neatly stacked gold bars and cash in different currencies.

The dark room wasn’t that large and nearly everything could be seen with a single glance – only the chests could hide anything. He trembled when he took the gold bars and notes out of the box. He wouldn’t know where to continue looking if there wasn’t anything inside, and it was a shame he didn’t find anything after examining two chests. He sat dejectedly on the floor, feeling extremely annoyed. He really regretted it – he should have stabbed that bodyguard yesterday afternoon, regardless of the consequences. It didn’t matter whether he stabbed him to death or if he merely injured him, it would have stopped the bastard from blackmailing him. Unfortunately, he was a coward back there.

“What are you doing?”

The chilling voice exploded like a bomb in Wen Xiaohui’s heart. His entire body trembled. His blood nearly flowed backwards as he turned his head slowly and saw Luo Yi devoid of expression leaning against the door.

Wen Xiaohui gulped and got up off the floor. The dark room’s door opened revealing the gold bars and bank notes piled up at his feet. How was he going to explain?

Luo Yi gestured with his chin towards the gold bars and bank notes. “You couldn’t possibly want these? I can give you as many as you want.”

Wen Xiaohui clenched his fists and pursed his lips to stay silent.

Luo Yi walked over, and for each step he took, Wen Xiaohui took a step backwards. His heart was beating erratically, and he was dripping sweat out of fear. The fear that Luo Yi instilled in Wen Xiaohui wasn’t as brash or direct as that of the bodyguard, it was the heavy pressure of someone holding back but could erupt at any time that was even more terrifying.

Walking up to him, Luo Yi gently tilted Wen Xiaohui’s chin upwards. “Xiaohui-ge, what would you like? Tell me.”

Wen Xiaohui was forced to look up. He gazed into Luo Yi’s unfathomable eyes and he suddenly found that he couldn’t speak.

“Tell me, I’ll give it to you as long as you tell me.” Luo Yi lowered his head, gently lapping at Wen Xiaohui’s lip with the tip of his tongue. His tone was endlessly gentle. “I’m willing to give you anything at all.”

Wen Xiaohui felt as though electricity was pulsing through his scalp and in an instant, a virus had invaded his whole body. He pushed Luo Yi away as a reflex, and his eyes widened until they looked perfectly round and his chest heaved.

Luo Yi observed him quietly.

Swallowing his saliva, Wen Xiaohui tried to run around Luo Yi, but Luo Yi grabbed him around the waist and pinned him to the wall, leaving his feet nearly dangling above the ground.

Wen Xiaohui shouted in a raspy voice, “Let me go!” He thought that Luo Yi’s expression looked as though he wanted to eat him.

Luo Yi stared at him with bloodshot eyes. “Tell me what you’re after. What did Chang Xing’s bodyguard want you to take from me?”

Wen Xiaohui’s eyes widened, his brain was filled with a buzzing noise.

“Are you surprised? I’ve told you already that I sent someone to protect you, your mum and Luo Rui secretly. Why didn’t you believe me? Do you think Chang Xing isn’t aware of this? Chang Xing has made arrangements in the event of his death, so he’s giving it his all without holding back. He wants to use you to get to me. He doesn’t care if I find out, and he’s not just after those items – he’s after me. How could you believe his words?!”

“Because I don’t trust you!” Wen Xiaohui’s eyes were also bloodshot as he shouted at Luo Yi.

Luo Yi grabbed Wen Xiaohui by the collar, the blood vessels in his eyes looked like they would explode any minute. The fierce expression on his face was eventually subsumed by pain and suffering.