The Qin Family residence was exceptionally quiet, as everyone had gone to the old family home to celebrate Qin Ye’s birthday, leaving the main house empty and desolate.
“Little Master, why are you suddenly asking about Qin Meng’s illness?” Uncle Shi seized the opportunity to sneak into the Qin residence and inquired, his brow furrowed as the intense unease in his heart grew stronger.
“I want to know,” Ji Weichen replied, lowering his gaze to glance at the bloodstain on his collar. It was just a small smear, like a blemish on white paper, glaringly unpleasant to look at—it was the blood that had seeped from Su Meng’s lips.
“I investigated before. The Qin Family’s daughter was born with a severe heart condition—extremely delicate. She can’t engage in any physical activity or endure stimulation, like a glass ornament kept at home, precious yet fragile. Moreover, due to her young age and weak constitution, she’s completely unsuitable for any heart transplant surgery,” Uncle Shi explained.
After a pause, he continued.
“So, all these years, she’s been undergoing minor surgeries to maintain her health and taking medication, just to hold on until she turns eighteen for a transplant.” After saying this, Uncle Shi glanced at Ji Weichen and noticed his silence.
“Little Master, don’t worry. She won’t live much longer. The Qin Family doesn’t value her and has long tacitly given up on her. Even if they arrange for surgery, given the Qin Family’s capabilities, it’s difficult to secure top-tier specialists. Her body can’t withstand it—unless the Ji Family intervenes…” Uncle Shi assumed Ji Weichen loathed Su Meng and wanted to be rid of her sooner, so he offered comfort.
Before he could finish, he met Ji Weichen’s deep, pitch-black eyes, which sent a shiver down his spine.
“I want her to live,” Ji Weichen stated.
Uncle Shi was taken aback, then instinctively asked,
“Little Master, do you intend to use her as a stepping stone, to exploit her? You remember what kind of person she is, don’t you?”
Ji Weichen didn’t answer immediately, lost in thought as he fiddled with a handkerchief stained with dried blood, pressing his lips together.
Of course, he knew.
She was a hypocritical, malicious liar full of deceit.
Yet… it was precisely this person who indulged and favored him, no matter what version of himself he showed.
Ji Weichen tightened his grip on the handkerchief in his palm, saying nothing.
…
Su Meng returned to the Qin residence, took her medicine, and finally alleviated her physical discomfort. Lying in bed like a lifeless fish, she had the home doctor’s electrocardiogram monitor attached, and the room fell silent except for the steady beeping of the machine. Outside, a storm raged, wind and rain pounding against the windows.
Amid the howling wind and rain, a knock sounded at the door.
Su Meng opened it to find Ji Weichen standing outside.
The Qin residence was unusually quiet that day, devoid of people, and the corridor lights were off, shrouding everything in darkness. Ji Weichen, dressed in pajamas, was crouched by Su Meng’s bedroom door. His slightly tousled black hair lay soft and tame, his frame slender and small, his palm-sized face tilted upward.
Revealing a soft, adorable young boy’s face, his hazel-green pupils darkened by the surrounding shadows, his eyes harboring a budding possessiveness and cautious probing.Like a little fierce beast who still understood nothing, he had just learned to hide his small claws and sharp teeth, testing bit by bit to confirm that he was being favored and indulged.
Stepping on the boundary, then… pushing his luck a little further.
“I’m very scared,” Ji Weichen spoke.
Accompanied by the wind, rain, and thunder outside the window, his body trembled slightly, as if truly frightened.
“Could you comfort me?”