LGSG Chapter 10
by VolareThat cold laugh attracted the attention of Xia Ran and Mr. Xie.
Mr. Xie lowered his eyes to look at the child on the ground, “Awake?”
The child scrambled to his feet. He looked wary, keeping his mouth tightly shut.
Xia Ran squatted on the side, looking back and forth, and found that this child really did look very, very much like Mr. Xie.
Could it really be some illegitimate child feud?!
“Um…” Xia Ran said weakly, “Are you alright?”
The child stared gloomily at the black-haired young man.
A hint of the bitter taste of the “Chains” seemed to linger in his mouth.
But that wasn’t the point.
The point was that this guy was too damn strong!
It wasn’t that he hadn’t struggled. He had been trying to resist all along, but in front of the black-haired young man, he was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
A thoughtful look appeared on the child’s face.
Finally, he got up, walked to Mr. Xie’s side, and tugged at the sleeve of the main body on the wheelchair.
“Bro… Brother?” The voice was hoarse, as if he didn’t use human vocal cords very often.
Before waking up from his coma, the child had obviously heard the discussion between Mr. Xie and Xia Ran. Although he was speechless and puzzled by the main body’s denial of his behavior, Xiao Xie was a little monster who knew how to assess the situation. Besides, he was also wary of the human beside him.
This “brother” was the soul fragment’s unwilling flattery to the main body.
He wanted to get the main body to unite with him to deal with the young man who had poisoned him into unconsciousness.
But the main body was really a dog.
Xia Ran was standing next to them, and this “brother” melted his heart. As expected, a child who didn’t cause trouble and was good-looking was pleasing no matter how you looked at him.
He also really wanted to be called “brother”!
“So it really is… an illegitimate child?” Xia Ran couldn’t help but ask.
Mr. Xie: “My father was lecherous by nature, and his affairs were countless. I’m not sure either. How about this, I’ll have the butler take this little guy to the Ancestral Hall to acknowledge his ancestors…”
Mr. Xie slapped the child’s hand away, glaring at him darkly.
Xia Ran: “Ancestral Hall?”
The butler flashed out and picked up the furious, snarling soul fragment.
“The master of Sui Yuan Ju, that is, Mr. Xie’s father, burned incense and worshiped Buddha in his later years, so if you want to find him, of course, you have to go to the Ancestral Hall.”
Xia Ran: “…”
Mr. Xie added fuel to the fire on the side: “He can also be added to the family tree by the way.”
The soul fragment just watched helplessly as the cold and ruthless main body threw him out.
Xiao Xie: “?”
No. Why make things difficult for yourself?
Having finally coaxed and deceived Xia Ran into truly believing the identity of the soul fragment, Mr. Xie actually felt a sense of relief.
He had guessed before that there was a fragment in the Bamboo Pavilion, but he couldn’t find it. He didn’t expect Xia Ran to be able to catch it after one visit.
Could this human player be naturally his nemesis?
“Then is he allergic to roses?” Xia Ran said dryly, “Are you sure he’s okay?”
Mr. Xie: “He’s fine. By the way, what were you planning to do with these flowers?”
Xia Ran’s face flushed little by little.
He lowered his voice embarrassedly: “I wanted to make flower cakes for Mr. Xie to eat.”
“You know how to make them?” Mr. Xie asked.
Xia Ran shook his head.
“My friend does.”
Mr. Xie’s expression became subtle.
A friend… Was that the human who gave Xia Ran roses that night?
Although now that he thought about it, it might be some kind of preconceived misunderstanding.
But Mr. Xie’s possessiveness was indeed a bit too strong.
When he was a child, after the little bird he raised was skinned and gutted by his sister with a knife, he would still put the little bird in the cage. It wasn’t until the corpse stank and was discovered by his family that the little bird was buried. Since then, Mr. Xie had never raised any little birds again. Because no matter how similar they were, they would no longer be his.
Mr. Xie’s possessiveness and boundaries were very clear when it came to people or things that were assigned to his territory.
The black-haired young man waited for a while, carefully raising his head: “Does Mr. Xie not like to eat them?”
Mr. Xie held his hand and rolled up his sleeve a bit. The young master of Sui Yuan Ju’s face was always sickly pale, and his body was also bluish-white, which was a bit terrifyingly lifeless. With the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, the tattoo on his arm became even more striking.
[If Mr. Xie doesn’t eat them, it would be such a waste. I might as well split them with Shen Hua.]
“I’ll eat them.” Mr. Xie blinked his dark ink-like eyes.
Xia Ran’s gaze had already been taken away by the tattoo.
The word “Crane.”
Beneath the intricate strokes, there was pain stitched into the bone.
“Is it pretty?” Mr. Xie’s voice was smooth and bewitching, “When I was born, I was supposed to be a stillbirth. Two cranes that only lingered on graves landed at the door. Although it was later discovered that it was a misdiagnosis by the obstetrician, my name was decided like that.”
“Xia Ran, my name is Xie He.”
Xia Ran stared blankly at Mr. Xie’s tattoo.
He didn’t understand why there was such a sudden self-revelation.
His finger was touched by the tattoo along the way. The touch wasn’t as rough as he had imagined.
The young man’s face unconsciously flushed with a faint red as his body was touched.
He didn’t understand, and he couldn’t react to the scene in time. The shocking image left Xia Ran’s brain blank, successfully crashing it.
There was only a moment when the black-haired young man felt that the elegant tattoo had really turned into a white crane, flying from his fingertips into his heart.