Subordinate Doting - Chap 77
In the end, even Ji Tingyu felt that it was his own problem.
He apologized to everyone: “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I won’t do it again…”
But those four wouldn’t let him “not do it again.”
On the night of the table-flipping incident, as if it was planned, He Shifeng once again urgently sent He Zhuo abroad because a large number of instruments he purchased were found by customs to contain illegal contents.
If the charges are proven true, it will be a devastating blow to the entire He family.
The four servants took advantage of He Zhuo’s absence to recreate Ji Tingyu’s “crazy scene” again and again, making everyone in the family hate him so much that he even thought he was crazy.
But he didn’t want to become a madman, so he started taking medicine like crazy.
This played into what the four men wanted.
The drugs made him mentally ill and he often lost consciousness and fell into a coma.
Another servant took the opportunity to sneak into his room, smashed his things, and cut his hand. When Ji Tingyu woke up and looked at the mess in the room, he was at a loss. He cried and apologized to him in front of everyone: “I’m sorry, Master Ji, I didn’t mean to touch your things, please don’t be angry…”
Ji Tingyu had no idea what was going on. He looked blankly at the servant’s injuries and then at the messy ground.
Without being prompted, he said as obediently as a trained dog: “Am I crazy again? And did I hurt you?”
The servant lowered his head in “fear” while the other servants glared at him with disgust.
Ji Tingyu knew that he was in trouble again, so he apologized to the servant even more humbly. The “hurt” servant was very generous and kind. Not only did he not blame him, he also made him a large bowl of tonic soup.
But the soup contained catnip, which he was allergic to.
Ji Tingyu couldn’t eat it, and he didn’t dare to say it.
Because he is a lunatic who only causes trouble to others, and his pretentiousness only makes people more annoyed.
The hungry kitten could only bring the soup back to the room and drink cup after cup of boiled water to fill its stomach. It hid in the dark attic like a mouse, hoping to get food at lunch tomorrow.
But when he woke up the next day, he saw the mess waiting for him again.
He collapsed the first time he saw the fragments, and slapped himself like crazy, asking himself: Why did I make a mistake again! Why do I only cause trouble to others! Why can’t I control myself even when I sleep…
He didn’t want to become like this, he wanted to ask for help.
But there was only sour air in the room, and the indifferent servants outside the room would not help him. He could only hide behind the heavy curtains, not even daring to make a sound when crying.
The first stage was completed, and Ji Tingyu was no different from a madman.
His face was sunken like a skull, and his long, dry hair was matted together, emitting an unpleasant smell and covering his shoulders.
The proud son of heaven who was once full of vigor and ambition has now become a tattered flag full of holes.
His life was completely cut off from the outside world.
No servant was willing to take care of him, and no one even knocked on the attic door to bring him food, because they were afraid that Ji Tingyu would go crazy for no reason again.
Only those four “good guys” were still willing to care about him, and would not blame him even if he went crazy and hurt them.
Ji Tingyu was grateful to them, but also afraid of them.
He felt creepy every time he saw the big-bellied chef, the kind-looking servant, and the baby-faced gardener appear in the room at the same time.
They came in quietly, surrounded Ji Tingyu’s bed, and smiled at him when he woke up and opened his eyes.
It was a silent laugh.
His mouth was open like a clown, revealing his sharp teeth, but his eyes were staring at him like black holes.
Ji Tingyu didn’t dare to move. His body trembled and sweated uncontrollably, like a kitten that had been abused and turned stupid.
He asked in a voice that sounded as if he deserved death: “Am I crazy again? I’m sorry… I know I was wrong… I won’t do it again…”
The baby-faced gardener smiled amiably, “You always make promises like this, but you always make the same mistake again. You are such a loser.”
”Is it because you didn’t take your medicine on time?” asked the chef.
Ji Tingyu suddenly opened his eyes wide in horror: “I ate it, I ate it, I took a lot of medicine! I ate all of it!”
The servant didn’t believe it. “You must be lying again. You poured the medicine out, right? Where? In the flowerpot?”
Another servant agreed and went to look in the flowerpot. He pretended to find it with a “ah” sound, then dug out a fingernail of mud with his long fingernails and stuffed it into Ji Tingyu’s mouth.
Ji Tingyu turned his head and tried to hide, but the chef slapped him back. Ji Tingyu struggled desperately, but the gardener grabbed his wrist.
The physical contact drove him crazy again, and his stress reaction was more severe than ever before, even tragic.
He screamed and yelled heartbreakingly, making the shrill cry of a cat being abused, and his bulging eyeballs flowed red tears mingled with blood, which flowed down his cheeks in crisscross patterns like wounds cut by a knife.
Perhaps it was the last bit of will to survive that supported his heart. Ji Tingyu tried his best to release pheromones towards them, but his body was already very weak at that time. The pheromones could only make the four people’s legs go weak for a few seconds at most, but a few seconds were not enough for him to escape from the attic.
At this moment, the sound of a car engine was heard outside the window, and Ji Tingyu pricked up his ears suddenly – that was the sound of He Zhuo’s car!
He regained hope, and as if he had seen a savior, he rolled and crawled to the window, knelt in the dark attic and pounded on the glass, crying to He Zhuo who was standing under the sun: “Save me…”
He Zhuo turned his head and looked at him. His indifferent gaze stayed on his only way of survival for two or three seconds, and then he walked away as if nothing had happened.
At that moment, Ji Tingyu felt like he was falling into an icy cave.
He looked at He Zhuo’s departing back like a fool, tears and blood in his eyes rushing out like a flood.
Bursts of shrill laughter came from the hell behind him, and a hand reached out from beside his face and covered his mouth.
