Canary Is Actually The Future World-Destroying Boss Chapter 3

Chapter 3

People often say “the first time is awkward, the second time familiar,” and some even told him it would eventually feel comfortable.

But once put into practice, those lies fell apart.

At least, that was what Ji Gui thought.

A tearing pain radiated from somewhere. Screams echoed in his mind, yet he could not voice them. With his lips slightly parted and fists clenched, only a faint, muffled groan escaped.

Yuan Hui did not like screaming; Ji Gui still vividly remembered the slap from last time.

“Come, I like your voice.” This time, however, Yuan Hui stroked his face and wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes, his tone gentle.

Ji Gui thought for three seconds and tentatively let out a few sounds. Then, he began to observe Yuan Hui’s expression.

It was expressionless. That familiar scrutiny returned to his gaze, and the smile at the corners of his mouth vanished again.

He was not satisfied.

Ji Gui took a deep breath and cried out just like the people in the videos he remembered. It was neither piercing nor overly sweet.

The sound did not break; instead, it transformed into a long, drawn-out moan, even carrying a slight sob.

Then Yuan Hui laughed. His palm covered the area below the kneecap and above the ankle, gripping it and pressing forward.

Ji Gui was flexible and did not feel any discomfort, but he still looked at Yuan Hui with watery eyes, panting incessantly.

“Ugh…” Tears shot from the corners of Ji Gui’s eyes as he looked at Yuan Hui pleadingly.

But Yuan Hui’s expression could be described as selective ignorance; he saw it, laughed again, and continued his movements.

Up and down, accompanied by sounds like someone struggling in the mud.

When it was all over, Ji Gui could not even move a finger. Only the sound of his rising and falling breath remained. Drowsiness hit him, threatening to pull him into the darkness.

No…

He forced himself to wake up, shook his head, and rubbed against Yuan Hui’s hand, making a whimpering sound like a puppy. He looked pitiful.

“What is it?” Yuan Hui leaned against the headboard, the light from his phone reflecting on his face.

He did not look up, his tone satiated as he stroked Ji Gui’s head.

Ji Gui leaned closer, snuggling into his embrace. Fighting back sleep, he said, “Sir, I haven’t been out in a long time…”

Yuan Hui cut him off early and gave a light chuckle. “Ivy won’t let you out?”

“Yes.” Ji Gui felt certain now; the previous order really hadn’t come from Yuan Hui. “Sir… I want to go out. Is that okay?”

After speaking, he looked up at Yuan Hui with bright, expectant eyes.

Yuan Hui glanced at him and then nodded. “You may.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Ji Gui rubbed against Yuan Hui gratefully.

Then, his eyelids drooped, and he fell asleep leaning against Yuan Hui.

The next day, Yuan Hui was already gone when he woke up. Ji Gui’s whole body was sore, and a dull ache throbbed in his lower half. He rolled over and looked at the ceiling.

Just like last time, it took a full week of recovery before he could get out of bed.

Once his body had healed, he went out again, and as expected, no one stopped him. Ji Gui wandered around the villa alone and returned to the dining room at lunchtime.

It was the same scene as before. The innocent-looking girl sat there with a smile, saying to him in a friendly manner, “Long time no see. Come and sit with me.”

This time, Ji Gui’s attitude was equally friendly. He sat across from Ivy as requested and said with a smile, “Indeed. Once Sir arrives, it’s very hard for me to get out of bed.”

The girl opposite him kept her smile, but she used her fork to stab a piece of meat and put it in her mouth to chew. “Is that so? Sir is always like that. You should beg him to show you more pity.”

The implication was that Sir was very familiar and gentle with her, and Ji Gui could not compare.

Ji Gui pretended not to hear and ordered food from a nearby maid.

“Is that how it is?” Ji Gui turned his head, his smile unchanged. “Then I really should learn from you, Sister.”

Ivy took a sip of juice, her eyes fixed on Ji Gui. She automatically translated his words into “Then I really should learn how to tattle behind your back.”

She had lived in this environment since childhood, translating every casual word from a competitor and then stabbing back.

Ivy set down her juice glass. Her smile did not fade; it even grew more brilliant, but a thin layer of ice formed in her blue eyes.

“I wouldn’t dare teach you,” she said briskly. “Everyone’s situation is different. What works for me might not necessarily work for you.”

Ji Gui hated her light, affectionate tone—pretending to be kind when she clearly loathed him as a rival.

The maid served Ji Gui his lunch.

After the previous incident of being confined, he did not dare show dissatisfaction or disgust. He could only smile and say, “You’re right.”

He stopped bickering with Ivy and picked up his spoon to eat.

Seeing this, Ivy also called a temporary truce. The two finished their lunch in silence, with only the crisp clinking of utensils filling the air.

After the meal, Ivy stepped forward to ask, “How about we go for a walk in the garden together?”

Having learned his lesson last time, Ji Gui did not refuse. Instead, he said, “Alright.”

And so, the two of them, each with their own hidden thoughts, walked toward the garden side-by-side, appearing quite close.

“Can I call you A-Gui?” Ivy asked as they reached a cluster of flowers.

Ji Gui wanted to say, “No, that’s what my parents call me,” but the words changed at his lips. “You can.”

“That’s wonderful. I’ve always wanted to be closer to you. I felt bad for a long time after you left so abruptly last time, but it was my fault for not controlling my emotions. Now that we’re under one roof, aren’t we family? Don’t you agree?” Ivy spoke with a beaming smile, her hand brushing over the flowers. Her attitude was seemingly kind and sincere.

Even Ji Gui dazed for a moment, but he did not believe a word of such nonsense. He merely played along on the surface. “Yes.”

“Ji Gui… was that name given to you by your parents?” Ivy turned to look at him.

Ji Gui was a bit suspicious but answered anyway. “Yes. Is there a problem?”

“Not at all. I just wonder where your parents are from.” Her tone was airy, as if asking casually. “I was sent to Sir by my parents when I was very young. They said that being able to serve Sir was the greatest blessing for me and our family.”

Ji Gui understood. She was emphasizing that she was a “gift” formally presented from a “noble” origin.

At that moment, he remembered the cramped, dark room, the heavy coughing, and his mother’s gloomy eyes.

A sharp pain pierced his heart. He forced a smile and said, “I don’t remember clearly.”

Ivy observed Ji Gui’s expression closely but found no flaws. “So you can actually forget such things.”

“Yes, I don’t remember much.” Ji Gui stuck to his story. Ivy could not really do anything to him anyway.

Seeing this, Ivy had no choice but to change the subject. “In the past, there were others who stayed with Sir. They came from all sorts of backgrounds.”

She paused, her gaze refocusing on Ji Gui, her smile becoming even sweeter. “But the ones I admire most are those who ‘worked hard’ to get to Sir’s side. I’ve heard… some were ‘bought’ directly from those messy places down below? Sigh, those places are so filthy. I wonder if they carry anything unclean on them. It must have been very hard to make it in front of Sir, right?”

These words were just short of naming Ji Gui directly, even implying he was “dirty.”

Ji Gui looked at the flowers by the path, pretending to admire them. He said casually, “Messy places? I don’t quite understand.”

Seeing Ji Gui being so “impenetrable,” Ivy could not help but feel annoyed.

The two walked to the edge of the artificial lake. The water was crystal clear, the surroundings silent, and a gentle breeze blew by.

“A-Gui, I really envy you.” Ivy suddenly sighed softly, her blue eyes flickering with a half-smile.

Ji Gui did not want to look at her. He shifted his gaze to the lake, where ripples were forming on the surface. “Envy what?”

Ivy smiled and said, “Your face, of course. It’s so lovely. Your mother must have been a beautiful Omega as well.”

“Perhaps,” Ji Gui said.

His thoughts had already drifted back to the past with Ivy’s words. His mother’s gloomy eyes before he left were something he could never forget.

During this time, those eyes had filled his dreams, staring at him without blinking before quietly looking away.

The breeze blew again.

Ivy tucked a stray hair behind her ear and added, “Perhaps? Have you already forgotten what your mother looks like? I heard your mother was very ill. How tragic. I wonder if she’ll even make it through this winter?”

She looked at Ji Gui expectantly with a smile. She naturally knew Ji Gui’s background; Yuan Hui had casually tossed the files to her back then.

Ji Gui did not want to speak. Thinking of his mother felt like a fine rain falling in his heart—a rain that swayed with the wind and made it hard for him to sleep.

He looked at the lake in silence.

Seeing Ji Gui’s silent gaze on the water, Ivy felt delighted. To her, there was nothing more joyful than this.

Beings like them were like canaries kept in a cage; their world was only a few square inches.

The people they could see and talk to every day were only a handful.

In this narrow world, joy was a rare commodity, and a twisted pleasure had quietly emerged—

The thrill of “promotion” gained by tearing down anyone of lower status who dared to seduce Sir. She was all too familiar with it.

So, she decided to press her advantage.

“Sigh, she probably won’t,” she sighed softly, her tone sorrowful. “I’ve heard that winter in those places is the hardest to endure. It’s cold and damp.”

Ji Gui wanted to escape. He tried to turn away, but Ivy grabbed him. Leaning forward with an innocent look, she said, “Don’t go.”

She dragged Ji Gui back with a force that allowed no refusal. “Besides, treating an illness costs so much money. You’re lucky now that you’ve entered Sir’s household.”

Ji Gui exhaled, trying to empty his mind so he wouldn’t hear Ivy’s biting words. He didn’t want to say anything because he had had enough.

Ivy paused deliberately to admire the restrained expression on Ji Gui’s face. Then, she said in her gentlest voice, “Tell me, your mother is lying alone in that cold room right now. Do you think she’s missing you too? Sigh, what a pity. I’m afraid she won’t be able to see you one last time before she dies.”

“Oh, wait. Maybe she’s already dead.” Finally, her eyes curved into crescents as she stared at Ji Gui without blinking.

Ji Gui felt it hard to breathe. Looking at her expression, this seemed like a routine for her—attacking someone’s most vulnerable spot to watch them crumble.

He never hated his family.

Whenever he remembered his mother’s heart-wrenching coughing in the middle of the night or her low sobbing under the covers, he could not say a word against them.

So, when Ivy said his mother might already be dead, he could no longer suppress the emotion called “hatred.”

Things were already like this; why would his mother still die?

It shouldn’t be this way.

Ji Gui’s expression became like a frozen lake in winter, bone-chillingly cold. He approached Ivy and said word for word, “Is this very funny?”

But Ivy wasn’t intimidated by his aura. She laughed even more joyfully, then let out a snort. “Isn’t it funny? You all work so hard to live, even to the point of being separated from your own flesh and blood. Yet your mother likely won’t survive the winter. Isn’t that hilarious? Hahaha!”

Ji Gui’s vision went dark. He felt the world spinning, his head filled with a buzzing sound. But Ivy’s laughter continued to echo in his ears.

His breathing quickened, and his hands moved involuntarily, giving a forceful push.

After a startled cry, a “splash” followed immediately. A few droplets of water splashed onto Ji Gui’s face.

When he opened his eyes again, the space around him was empty. The previously arrogant Ivy was now struggling in the water, screaming for help.

Ji Gui watched all this, his whole body trembling. He knelt on the ground, hugging himself, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

He had pushed someone into the water. What was he doing?

“Save… me…” Ivy was still struggling, soaked and submerged, her eyes full of terror.

Ji Gui met her eyes, and his heart beat even faster.

The moment their gazes met, those blue eyes stared straight at him as if poisoned.

His breath hitched. A tear rolled from the corner of his eye, followed by a downpour that wouldn’t stop.

At the same time, Ivy sank into the lake.

Just then, a figure jumped into the water. After a while, he swam to shore with Ivy on his back. He unbuttoned her top and performed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation over and over.

Ji Gui breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn’t know exactly what the man was doing, he was certain he was saving Ivy. Ji Gui collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon. He raised his trembling hand and pressed down on it hard.

Looking ahead, the person performing CPR on Ivy was a plain-looking young man—likely a servant of the villa.

“Cough, cough!” Under the man’s persistent rescue efforts, Ivy finally showed a reaction.

A crowd gathered, and soon Rick, the butler, arrived at the lakeside after hearing the news.

Seeing the soaked Ivy and the soul-shaken Ji Gui nearby, he made an immediate judgment. He dispersed the crowd and sent Ivy to the hospital.

Before leaving, Ivy, shivering from the cold, glared at Ji Gui as if she wanted to bore a hole through him.

That look said: I will never let you go!

Ji Gui was sent back to his room.

Back in his room, his limbs were icy and his hands and feet shook. He had almost killed someone. The moment he pushed Ivy in, his soul felt as if it had left his body; he could not control himself. There was only one thought in his head: “I hate her so much, I want her to disappear.”

Why would someone say those things with such a look of delight?

Was his pain nothing more than after-dinner entertainment to her?

At that thought, he could no longer restrain himself. His intellect vanished, and he committed an act even more malicious than hers.

“How could I do that…?” he whispered, covering his face in agony.

The room was silent, save for his heavy breathing.

But then, a voice spoke: “Why couldn’t you?”

Ji Gui’s blood ran cold. He even lowered the sound of his breathing. He knew very well he was the only one in the room. He did not dare speak, remaining motionless in his posture, not daring to look up.

A long time passed, and there wasn’t a sound in the room, as if the voice just now had been a hallucination.

Ji Gui tried to lower his hands, but halfway through, footsteps sounded in the room.

The footsteps approached from a distance and soon stopped in front of him.

Ji Gui could almost imagine someone standing before him, staring straight at him.

Who was it?

He clearly hadn’t heard the door open. Who on earth was it?

“Sigh…”

A sigh fell. Ji Gui could feel the person standing right in front of him.

He did not dare speak. Instead, he yanked the quilt over himself and hid inside. He listened quietly to the sounds outside until he fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion.

When he woke up again, it was dark. Drowsily, Ji Gui threw off the quilt and rubbed his eyes.

The room was quiet and empty, with only the pitter-patter of rain outside the window.

It wasn’t until he was fully awake that Ji Gui remembered the voice before he slept. He turned on the light and checked the wardrobe and the bathroom. Not a single person was in sight.

“Was it an illusion…?” For some reason, Ji Gui was still afraid. He sat back on the edge of the bed, looking gloomily at the rain outside.

Only now did he have the chance to think about Ivy.

He didn’t know how Sir would deal with him. If he were sent back to that place…

At that thought, Ji Gui shuddered. He knew he absolutely could not go back. That place was filled with passing guests, and every night, countless sounds of debauchery would echo.

Just thinking about that scene made his whole body tremble.

“What should I do…?” He lay on the bed, feeling discouraged. He had only been here a short time and had already pushed a veteran of Sir’s side into the water.

Sir would surely hold him accountable.

While he was worrying, someone pushed the door open and entered. It was none other than Yuan Hui.

Seeing Yuan Hui, Ji Gui felt an instinctive fear. He immediately got off the bed and stood to the side, not daring to move. He kept his head buried deep, not daring to look at him.

He was afraid Yuan Hui would slap him (which would be the better outcome), but what he feared most was being abandoned.

In Ji Gui’s field of vision, Yuan Hui walked over step by step, passed him, and sat on the bed.

Then, Ji Gui felt a gaze fixed on him, like a lion calmly watching its prey.

The atmosphere fell into a terrifying silence. In this silence, the rain outside grew more intense. Ji Gui’s heart hammered in his chest.

It couldn’t go on like this…

He suddenly looked up, his eyes turning red instantly. He took a few steps forward and practically threw himself at Yuan Hui’s feet, reaching out with trembling hands.

He hugged Yuan Hui’s legs and cried, “Sir, I’m sorry. I was wrong. She talked about my mother, and I couldn’t help it…”

He tilted his face up, tears falling just at the right moment, streaming down his pale cheeks.

But before he could finish, Yuan Hui grabbed Ji Gui’s hair and yanked him up. His eyes were like a stagnant well, showing no anger.

Meeting such a gaze, Ji Gui’s heart sank to the bottom. His tears fell one by one, wetting the floor.

Yuan Hui stared at him, his tone neither cold nor warm. “How surprising. I don’t understand where you got the courage to push someone into the water. When the butler told me, I was truly taken aback.”

“I know I was wrong, I really know… Please don’t send me away, I beg you… As long as you don’t send me back, you can punish me however you want… I’ll be good from now on, I’ll never cause trouble again…” Ji Gui felt as if his scalp was about to be torn off, but he didn’t dare struggle. He kept pleading for mercy.

Yuan Hui threw him to the ground. Ji Gui let out a muffled groan and then crawled back to kneel before him, repeatedly saying things like “I was wrong.”

Yuan Hui looked down at him, his gaze still deep and inscrutable.

“Shut up,” he ordered.

Ji Gui silenced himself instantly, kneeling there like a doll.

Then, Yuan Hui placed his hand on Ji Gui’s neck. That hand kept stroking his neck, as if caressing a lover.

Ji Gui did not dare move, letting Yuan Hui stroke him.

Suddenly, Yuan Hui grabbed Ji Gui’s throat and tightened his grip.

Oxygen was squeezed out of Ji Gui’s throat bit by bit. His lips parted, but he could not say a word. He raised his hand to place it on Yuan Hui’s, seemingly wanting to ask him to let go.

But in the end, he suppressed his survival instinct and lowered his hand.

He could only look at Yuan Hui with pleading eyes, hoping he would let him go.