HR Chapter 1

“There are things in this world that money can’t buy, and there are things that, once you miss the opportunity, no amount of money can buy.” Cheng Ruoyu had a cigarette in his mouth, unlit, twitching as he spoke.

Behind him, the sunset was infinitely beautiful, the sky filled with rosy clouds, magnificent and grand, slanting upon the two of them.

“Oh?” Lu Qinyuan was engrossed in a book, casually saying, “Then bring it for me to see.”

Cheng Ruoyu seemed troubled, silent for a moment, as if making up his mind, he said, “Tomorrow, I’ll send it to you.”

Lu Qinyuan responded nonchalantly, not taking it to heart. But Cheng Ruoyu was a man of his word, and sure enough, the next day as darkness approached, he arrived promptly, shouting before even entering the door, “A-Yuan, A-Yuan, look at the good thing I brought you!” He directed people to carry in a large box.

Shu Xiu hurried over, saying with a cold face, “Keep your voice down, Brother is resting.”

Cheng Ruoyu put an arm around Shu Xiu, smiling obsequiously, “Hey, Xiu Xiu, don’t be so serious, come on, give Brother a kiss.”

Shu Xiu’s face flushed red with anger, and he threw Cheng Ruoyu to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, kicking him hard twice. Cheng Ruoyu clutched his stomach and howled, “A-Yuan, A-Yuan, if you don’t come down, your little tail is going to kill me!”

Hearing Cheng Ruoyu shout this, Shu Xiu glanced upstairs, and before Lu Qinyuan came out, he went forward and added two more kicks, giving Cheng Ruoyu a contemptuous look before heading into the kitchen without looking back.

“You’re bullying Shu Xiu again.” Lu Qinyuan came down from upstairs, still holding a book in his hand.

Cheng Ruoyu scrambled up from the ground, grinning, “He’s already beaten me up like this, and you still say I’m bullying him.”

“Then why is Shu Xiu so angry?” Lu Qinyuan’s brow was clear, his smile gentle and indifferent, his tone light and slow, even his teasing was unhurried: “As soon as you come, he’s bound to take it out on me, he’s probably making tea for me again.”

Cheng Ruoyu glanced in the direction of the kitchen, nodded, but said, “I want to drink it, but he won’t even make it for me, A-Yuan, you don’t know how good you have it.”

Lu Qinyuan was wearing a white casual home outfit, simple and clean. He sat down casually, opened the book in his hand and was about to read, but inadvertently noticed the abrupt cardboard box in the living room, and his eyebrows twitched slightly: “What is that?”

Cheng Ruoyu then remembered his main purpose for being there, pointing to the box and saying, “A top-quality item I picked out from the Dolls, open it and take a look.”

Lu Qinyuan straightened up, crossed one leg over the other, clasped his hands on his knee, and said casually with a smile, “I just said that casually, and you actually took it seriously. You know I don’t touch that stuff, you keep it and play with it yourself.”

“Just treat it as an object to put there, it looks good. It’s already been carried here, carrying it back is too much trouble!” Cheng Ruoyu said, glancing outside, the sky already completely dark. He stood up, “I have a date with a friend today, I’ll leave first.” He took two steps and turned back, raising his voice towards the kitchen, “Xiu Xiu, I’m leaving!”

After Cheng Ruoyu left, Shu Xiu came out carrying a cup of tea, and Lu Qinyuan chuckled, “It’s always like this, why do you two drag me into your little tiffs?” But he reached out to ask Shu Xiu for tea.

Shu Xiu was originally very angry, but Lu Qinyuan’s smile instantly dissipated his anger, but he was still a little embarrassed. He put the tea down with a little force, the bottom of the cup hitting the glass table, making a slight sound. Shu Xiu emphasized for the ten-thousandth time, “Here, tea, you’re not allowed to leave a single drop.”

The tea was ginseng tea. Lu Qinyuan’s sleep had never been good, and Qi Yue had specially bought him ginseng tea to drink every day without fail, to nourish his stomach and calm his nerves. It was clearly a good thing, but Lu Qinyuan treated it like medicine. Shu Xiu seized on this point, and every time Cheng Ruoyu came, Shu Xiu would personally make a cup of ginseng tea for Lu Qinyuan, intending to tell Lu Qinyuan, Cheng Ruoyu is here, and I’m not happy!

Lu Qinyuan smiled, picked up the cup, took a sip, and motioned for Shu Xiu to open the box.

Shu Xiu picked up the fruit knife on the table and stepped forward, his movements neat. With a slash up, down, left, and right, the cardboard box split open into four corners like a blooming flower. Right in the middle, lay a boy dressed as a mermaid. A silver fishtail shone with a faint blue halo, and long black hair was scattered, partially concealing fair, milky-white skin. His ears had been shaped into pointed elven ears, and small, soft earlobes were adorned with crucifix earrings. His earlobes were still slightly swollen and red, indicating that he was a newly arrived, untrained Doll.

Lu Qinyuan bent slightly, using the book to lift the boy’s chin. The boy’s eyes were peacefully closed, each eyelash very long, casting faint shadows on his eyelids in an orderly fashion. His lip shape was very beautiful, as if meticulously carved by a skilled craftsman, unable to find a single flaw. His lip color was a very light, pale pink, showing a slight sense of coldness. Below the corner of the boy’s left eye was tattooed a traditional character “Seven” (Seven), surrounded by dense patterns. Lu Qinyuan recognized that pattern, it was the mark of the “Doll House”.

The Doll House is a crazy paradise. As long as you can describe the appearance of your ideal Doll and pay a large, expensive fee, the Doll House will give you a Doll exactly like the one in your dreams at the appointed time. Most of the people who become Dolls have lost their freedom, and there are also crazy people who sell their qualifications as human beings for money, but most of the bodies are obtained through transactions, that is, human trafficking.

Cheng Ruoyu has an almost perverted demanding nature for beauty and is devoted to natural beauty, so his requirements for the body are extremely picky. Therefore, the Doll House has not truly launched many Dolls to this day, but each Doll that is launched is sought after by the upper class society, and each Doll is sold for sky-high prices, and some people even go bankrupt for this. Those who go bankrupt for this will be blacklisted by the Doll House from now on. Cheng Ruoyu does not allow the Dolls he has spent a lot of effort creating to end up on the streets. Cheng Ruoyu is like a creator, not only giving perfect appearance but also ensuring the Doll’s material basis.

This mermaid boy has almost not been changed at all, and he can indeed be regarded as a top-quality item that money cannot buy.

Lu Qinyuan stood up, waving the book in his hand: “Send him to the guest room, change him into some comfortable clothes, and wake me up when he wakes up.” Then he dialed Cheng Ruoyu’s phone. A long time passed before the call was answered, seemingly in an entertainment club. The music there was very noisy, and Cheng Ruoyu shouted loudly, “A-Yuan, what are you saying? It’s too noisy here, wait a moment.”

After a while, Cheng Ruoyu’s voice clearly came through: “A-Yuan, what is it, are you thanking me for the gift I sent? Are you satisfied?”

Lu Qinyuan leaned back on the sofa in a comfortable posture, his tone leisurely: “How could you bear to part with it?”

“To be honest, I’m already regretting it now.” Cheng Ruoyu laughed heartily twice, saying, “A-Yuan, you’re at home recuperating from your injuries, I was afraid you’d be bored. As long as you like it, I’m happy, I was worried you wouldn’t accept it.”

“Not bad. I’ve accepted it.” Lu Qinyuan hung up the phone, reached out and touched the gunshot wound hidden under his clothes, his cold eyes revealing a bloodthirsty gloom.

In Shang Ning City, Lu Qinyuan is known as the Weak Yama King, with the Ten Halls of Yama Kings under his command, commanding hundreds of ghosts. It is rumored to be so miraculous, as if he has really become the god in myths who governs the underworld. In fact, he is just an ordinary person with flesh and blood, who bleeds and cries, who also feels pain and anger, who is also meticulous and ruthless, and kills without batting an eye.

There are only a few people who dare to attack him, and at the moment, besides Lu Qingshuang, Lu Qinyuan can’t think of anyone else.

When Lu Jianwei was building his empire, it was earth-shattering, with countless lives on his hands. His warlike and bloodthirsty nature made him unable to get used to a stable life, so he found two sons from who knows where, secretly subjected them to cramming education, and then released them to watch them fight each other in secret. Lu Jianwei’s original intention was that heroes emerge in troubled times.

It’s just that this fight later slowly changed its flavor, because the audience did not abide by the rules and stepped into this inherently unfair game.

“Brother, that kid is awake.” Shu Xiu has a baby face that doesn’t match his age, and is often mistaken for a younger brother. In order to show his power, he rarely smiles, even when facing his revered elder brother.

Lu Qinyuan sometimes teases him, and when he is in a good or bad mood, looking at Shu Xiu’s face flushed red with anger but not daring to get angry, it is always pleasing to the eye.

“Xiao Qi, you must live well when you go out, don’t worry about me. No matter what method you use, I will find you, wait for me.”

The steady and calm voice finished quickly, and darkness swallowed his consciousness. Xiao Qi only remembered that stern and gaunt face, with the forbearance and unswerving emotions hidden in his eyes.

“Open your eyes if you’re awake.” A gentle voice came from his ear, and Xiao Qi tremblingly opened his eyes, slightly turning his head to look at the person sitting by the bed, wearing a white home outfit, with slender eyebrows and eyes, a handsome face, and a polite exploration: “What is your name?”

The person in front of him has gentle features, and his whole body is romantic and refined, his eyes containing a little interest, and a faint smile on his lips, faint but makes people feel cold in his heart. In front of him, Xiao Qi feels that he has nowhere to hide: “My name is Xiao Qi.”

“Because of this?” Lu Qinyuan reached out and pointed to the cinnabar tattoo below the corner of his left eye. The cinnabar was as red as if it had been quenched in blood, even more vibrant than the pomegranate flowers blooming on the branches in the yard. Lu Qinyuan seemed to have discovered something, lowered his head and got closer, so close that he could see his own reflection in Xiao Qi’s pupils.

Xiao Qi’s eyes are very large, like two round and full apricots, the pupils are much larger than ordinary people, and the color is very light and clean, the gaze looking at people appears a bit cold, a natural indifference, and the eyebrows are extremely delicate, coldly moving, beautiful as a painting.

“You have a good pair of eyes.” Like Liuli, like stars, like the sea, like a mirror. The finger that was pointing to Xiao Qi’s tattoo moved to his eyes, feeling the tremor coming from his fingertips. For a moment, Lu Qinyuan wanted to gouge out these eyes and make them into ornaments to put there, it would definitely be very attractive.

He asked Xiao Qi, “Are you afraid of the darkness after losing your eyes?”

Xiao Qi blinked, as if saying, what do you think?

Lu Qinyuan felt an illusion in his heart, he felt that these eyes should not grow on Xiao Qi’s face, but he also felt that besides Xiao Qi’s face, no other face could be worthy of these eyes.

This contradictory emotion made Lu Qinyuan irritable, staring at Xiao Qi’s eyes sometimes blankly and sometimes fiercely, causing Xiao Qi to also be frightened. He then reached out and poked Lu Qinyuan, a finger accurately poked on the wound, as if the wound was made by him with a gun, not biased, if it weren’t for the gauze, the slender fingertips would almost poke into the wound to measure its depth.

Author’s note:

Some of the settings in this article overlap with “Nightly Sacrificial Love”, because the kind of feeling I wanted was not completely written in “Nightly Sacrificial Love”. Some feelings were okay but the settings that were not fully expressed are used in this article, so this article is completely different except for similar settings. Those who are interested can compare the two articles and read them.