PPS Chapter 147

Chapter 147: The Incident [Revised]

Chapter 147: The Incident [Revised]

Mu Xi did initially plan to cooperate with Mo Jincheng, but upon further reflection, she doubted that Mo Jincheng’s personality would allow him to be completely aligned with her.

And she also understood that if this failed, and Gu Yusen or the Xie family discovered it, she and the Mu family would face certain death.

But what did that matter?

She had known Gu Yusen since she was a child, so why did Chu Zhaoyi, who suddenly appeared, steal him away!

If Chu Zhaoyi hadn’t appeared, perhaps Gu Yusen would have agreed to a marriage alliance with the Mu family…

Xie Haoran wasn’t very smart, but his ability to seduce people wasn’t weak. In the month after Mu Xi helped him escape, he actually hooked up with someone who had connections to the underworld. This person was somewhat afraid of the Gu family, but Xie Haoran repeatedly whispered in his ear that Chu Zhaoyi had nothing to do with the Gu family, and even if he was from the Xie family, it had only been a few months since they met.

It wouldn’t have a big impact.

Whether that person was stupid or Xie Haoran’s persuasiveness was too strong, he was actually moved by Xie Haoran and gave him a lot of manpower and firearms.

Inside the villa, the atmosphere was so tense it was almost suffocating. Xie Haoran waved his hand, and in an instant, a group of men in black emerged from the shadows, quickly surrounding the entire space.

Their movements were synchronized, clearly indicating they had undergone rigorous training. Some of them held guns, the dark muzzles gleaming coldly in the dim light, sending chills down one’s spine.

Xie Haoran slowly raised his hand, the gun in his hand aimed directly at Mo Jincheng’s head.

His eyes were filled with madness and hatred, and a twisted smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: “Why… why am I living such a miserable life, while Chu Zhaoyi is surrounded by so many people? Not only did he steal the Xie family, but Gu Yusen is also diligently surrounding him! And now there’s you, Mo Jincheng!”

His voice grew louder and louder, until it was almost a roar, filled with a near-manic anger.

Why, why was he living such a miserable life while Chu Zhaoyi was surrounded by so many people? Not only did he steal the Xie family, but Gu Yusen was also diligently surrounding him!

And now Mo Jincheng had appeared!

Even when such tempting conditions were laid out in the open, he remained unmoved, believing that his emotions should not be defiled.

But in the end?

He still had selfish motives.

Otherwise, why wouldn’t Mo Jincheng have notified the Xie family and Gu Yusen in advance after deciding to refuse cooperation? But he was too arrogant to think that he could protect his beloved by himself.

Now he had fallen into this situation.

He also didn’t notify the Xie family and Gu Yusen yesterday, but detained the person for a day instead.

Who knew what kind of dirty deeds they had done?

The worse the better.

He didn’t believe that Gu Yusen would still want such a used shoe!

Mo Jincheng’s brow furrowed tightly, and his relaxed stance instantly tensed. His gaze was sharp as a knife, staring fixedly at the gun in Xie Haoran’s hand, his voice low and calm: “Where did you get these?”

Xie Haoran’s tone was filled with a reckless madness, “Anyway, I have nothing to lose! I’ve already lost everything!”

His voice echoed in the empty villa, carrying a chilling sense of determination.

From last night until today, Mo Jincheng had single-handedly blocked the news about Chu Zhaoyi. Not only could Gu Yusen and the Xie family not find out, but neither could he nor Mu Xi.

But fortunately, they had been allies with Mo Jincheng for a while, so they were able to find this place before the Xie family and Gu Yusen.

His gun barrel trembled violently with his manic laughter: “Great Painter Mo, your villa’s security system is quite valuable, isn’t it?”

The gun barrel pressed heavily against Mo Jincheng’s temple, Xie Haoran’s bloodshot eyes almost bulging out of their sockets: “You think protecting that bastard will make you a savior?”

He suddenly ripped open the curtains with his other hand, and a torrential rain mixed with cold wind poured in: “Look! Gu Yusen’s helicopter is circling ten kilometers away! Do you think he can find this cage hidden in the mountains?”

Mu Xi frowned, looking at the clearly insane Xie Haoran. If she let him go crazy, things would become difficult.

Moreover, they hadn’t seen Chu Zhaoyi’s person for so long.

“Xie Haoran, stop acting crazy. Have someone bring Chu Zhaoyi down. It’s raining too hard outside, the helicopter can’t be used, we have to leave by car quickly.”

Xie Haoran still had a trace of rationality, at least he didn’t intend to kill Mo Jincheng together.

The group of people who went to find Chu Zhaoyi returned at this time, but Chu Zhaoyi was nowhere to be seen.

Xie Haoran’s expression suddenly stiffened, and a hint of panic and anger flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly let go of Mo Jincheng, rushed a few steps to the bodyguard in the lead, grabbed his collar, and squeezed out the words almost from between his teeth: “Where is he?! Where is Chu Zhaoyi?!”

The bodyguard staggered from being pulled, a look of fear on his face, and replied in a low voice: “We… we didn’t find him. We searched the area, didn’t even see a shadow.”

“Useless!” Xie Haoran roared, pushing the bodyguard away fiercely, his eyes filled with madness and impatience. He suddenly turned around, his gaze fixed on Mo Jincheng, as if he wanted to devour him alive.

Mo Jincheng simply chuckled, a mocking arc appearing at the corner of his mouth. Looking at Xie Haoran’s manic appearance, he only found it extremely laughable.

He had only seen this person once at a painting competition, when he was the heavily made-up host.

After that, this person was sent to prison. He didn’t know what means he used to escape.

“Where is Chu Zhaoyi?!” Xie Haoran realized that he had been played when he heard Mo Jincheng’s voice.

Mo Jincheng had detected these people before they arrived. The city was almost surrounded by people of unknown identities, and he couldn’t distinguish whether they were Mu Xi’s people or Gu Yusen’s people.

So he didn’t dare to act rashly.

At that time, the safest place was only this villa.

Until the villa’s security system detected strangers around, he vaguely realized that these people were not Gu Yusen’s.

Then they must be people who came for Chu Zhaoyi’s life.

He didn’t drug Chu Zhaoyi, but had him secretly slip out through a hidden door. Wealthy people like them were afraid of death, afraid of enemies seeking revenge, afraid of being targeted, so they always left one or two secret doors in their residences for escape.

He didn’t expect Chu Zhaoyi to use it.

His villa wasbacking.

If Chu Zhaoyi wanted to avoid people, he could only run into the mountains.

It was very unsafe.

The reason he stayed here and said so much to Mu Xi and Xie Haoran was to find out who Mu Xi’s partner was, and to buy time for Chu Zhaoyi.

Due to his status, Mu Xi didn’t dare to do anything.

Xie Haoran didn’t care about his life.

But she did.

Sure enough, Mu Xi also realized that she had been tricked by Mo Jincheng. She thought he was also an incurable love brain, so great.

“Mo Jincheng! If Chu Zhaoyi doesn’t die this time, then you can watch him being played under Gu Yusen!”

“How will he remember you then?!”

“What’s more, if you hadn’t had a trace of selfishness, Chu Zhaoyi wouldn’t be in this villa, forced to this point by us.”

“He will also hate you!”

Mu Xi’s words hit home, stabbing people’s hearts, stabbing knives into the heart.

Mo Jincheng remained expressionless. He knew that he had no way out when he did these things.

“Rather than him losing his life, let him be with Gu Yusen.”

*

Xie Haoran personally took people out to chase Chu Zhaoyi.

The mountains here are relatively safe, at least there won’t be dangerous disasters such as landslides during rain.

It was just that the roads were slippery on rainy days, and the visibility was a bit blurred.

But Chu Zhaoyi’s body was too weak. The little bit of meat that Gu Yusen had taken great pains to raise was exhausted in these few days.

In addition, he had been drugged, and his head had been dizzy all the time. He didn’t know if the effects of the drug were still lingering, or for some other reason.

Chu Zhaoyi barely found a cave. This was not a deep mountain, so there shouldn’t be any wild beasts.

He barely came to this conclusion with his dizzy head, looked around, and saw no traces of wild animals, so he staggered into it.

He curled up in the corner of the cave, soaked to the bone, his clothes clinging to his skin, shivering with cold.

The sound of rain outside the cave was like countless fine needles, pricking his eardrums.

He wanted to open his eyes and try to see the surrounding environment clearly, but his vision seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, and he couldn’t see anything clearly.

He was too tired.

For someone with poor physical strength like him, climbing this section of the mountain almost cost him his life, not to mention in a rainy environment.

Chu Zhaoyi closed his eyes, letting the darkness engulf him.

His nerves had been so tense in recent days that he was about to snap in the next second. His mind was filled with hope for Sunday to come, when he could curl up in Gu Yusen’s arms and have a good sleep.

He was so tired.

It was even more tiring than being locked up in the Chu family’s house and painting endlessly.

Chu Zhaoyi’s fingers unconsciously scratched the rock under him, his fingertips already worn out with blood, but he didn’t seem to feel any pain.

The humid air was filled with the smell of soil and decaying leaves, mixed with the heat of his rapid breathing, making him even more irritable.

When would Brother Sanmu come?

Would he be the same as before?

In a daze, he remembered curling up in the mushroom house in the small park when he was young, waiting for Gu Yusen.

He waited from day to night. The children in the small park changed batch after batch, and the noise gradually dissipated into the twilight.

But he never waited for the boy holding the red rose to appear.

In the end, the only ones who appeared were Li Yurong with a face full of anger and Chu Yu with a cold eye.

Li Yurong was like an out-of-control madwoman, scolding him sharply, her words like knives, piercing his eardrums.

Chu Yu stood aside, expressionless, letting those vicious words fall on Chu Zhaoyi like raindrops, then pretending to be gentle and squatting in front of him, saying that he should listen to his mother.

He always played the role of a loving father in front of Chu Zhaoyi.

But he didn’t care.

He just wanted to know why Brother Sanmu hadn’t appeared.

After returning home, he fell seriously ill, with a persistent high fever, and his dreams were full of the mushroom house and the boy holding the rose.

The boy’s face gradually blurred, and even the rose in his hand became more and more enchanting, like a monster born to suck human blood.

He fought the high fever, got out of bed in a daze, and took out his paintbrush, sketching the boy’s face on paper over and over again.

The tip of the pen trembled, but the lines stubbornly became clear – Gu Yusen’s smile, his eyebrows, the bouquet of red roses in his hand, as if as long as he painted them similar enough, the boy would walk out of the paper and come to him.

But Chu Yu, who came in the door the next day, saw it all, tore it all up, and even burned it.

That was the first time Chu Yu went crazy. He was as hysterical as Li Yurong had been countless times, pulling at his hair, roaring hysterically, and his fists fell on Chu Zhaoyi like raindrops.

Every punch carried anger and twisted pleasure. Chu Yu wanted to hear him beg for mercy, wanted to see him yield.

But Chu Zhaoyi didn’t open his mouth, he just numbly endured the violence of the abuser.

Then he stubbornly painted the boy’s face over and over again.

Later, Chu Yu found that violence was useless, so he confiscated all of Chu Zhaoyi’s drawing pens.

But ironically, Li Yurong needed him. She needed his paintings to please her biological son. So, Li Yurong and Chu Yu began to argue endlessly.

The two had endless quarrels again, their voices sharp and harsh, filling the entire house.

But Chu Zhaoyi couldn’t hear anything. Li Yurong said he was a madman, and Chu Yu scolded him for being a slut who wanted to seduce men at a young age.

But he didn’t care.

Later, Li Yurong had to put all the paintings he had drawn about Gu Yusen in the drawer, after all, no one wanted to see Chu Yu go crazy.

Later, Li Yurong and Chu Yu banned him from going out of the house on the pretext of punishing him for returning late, and he was not allowed to step out of the door again.

He always found opportunities to sneak out.

But in the end, he still didn’t wait for Gu Yusen’s figure.

However, what he waited for every time was Li Yurong’s angry face. She grabbed his ears, her nails deeply embedded in his skin,Blood marks were drawn, dragging him back to his room and locking the door.

His ears hurt so much.

He stared at the door of the mushroom house for a long time, and finally seemed to wake up from a void dream, and finally realized that Gu Yusen would not come.

The illness came fiercely, the high fever burned his body like a raging fire, and vomiting almost emptied his already thin body. He curled up in bed, his consciousness blurred, and all he could hear was his own rapid breathing and heartbeat.

After the illness, he suddenly found Gu Yusen’s figure appearing in front of him, but Li Yurong and the others couldn’t see it, only he could see it.

Gu Yusen would clean up the paintings that were scattered all over the floor and put them in the drawer precious, although they were always taken away by Li Yurong later, Gu Yusen couldn’t stop it, and neither could Chu Zhaoyi.

Gu Yusen accompanied him to grow up, watching him get taller day by day, but he himself never changed, always staying at that age, in that appearance.

How could Chu Zhaoyi not know that all this was his illusion?

But what did it matter?

He could only draw with his brush over and over again, drawing Gu Yusen’s appearance at thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen years old.

However, even the boy’s small wish was never fulfilled.

Li Yurong pinched his throat and scolded him for being a monster, extinguishing Gu Yusen’s figure.

From then on, he could no longer see Gu Yusen’s figure, leaving only the lingering bitterness in his throat, spreading to the bottom of his heart along with his breath, turning into a cold desolation.

When people are about to die, they always recall everything in the past, like a revolving lantern.

Chu Zhaoyi curled up against the wall and quietly looked at the entrance of the cave.

The shape of this entrance seemed to be somewhat similar to the mushroom house when he was young.

In a trance, he actually saw Gu Yusen’s figure.

Another illusion.

Chu Zhaoyi flattened his mouth a little aggrieved.

“Brother Sanmu”

“Save me”