14 – Saving the Village Demon
“Mo Han!” Seeing her son fall unconscious, Chen Shuzhen cried out in utter despair. With disheveled hair and tears streaming down her face, she pleaded, “Qin Yue, please agree to this. Look at his condition—you can’t just stand by and watch him die!”
“Carry him inside,” Qin Yue gritted her teeth and agreed. Since Meiqiu had said this man was her target to win over, he probably wouldn’t die so easily.
Four men hastily carried Sang Mohan into the room and then tactfully left.
With a loud clang, Chen Shuzhen shut the door and locked it, leaving Qin Yue with no chance of escape even if she wanted to.
Qin Yue turned to look at the man on the bed. Fine beads of sweat seeped through his thick black hair, his breathing had evened out, and he had grown completely still.
Earlier outside, Qin Yue hadn’t had the chance to examine his appearance closely. Now she realized Sang Mohan wasn’t as ugly as the rumors claimed. On the contrary, his facial features were sharply defined—with sword-like eyebrows extending to his temples and a tall, straight nose bridge—making him exceptionally handsome.
But she knew that beneath this harmless-looking face lay an extremely twisted soul.
Qingqing and Cuicui had told her many stories about Sang Mohan, describing him as exceptionally cruel, fond of eating raw meat, and prone to hunting wild beasts in the mountains. Every captured beast had its neck bitten and bled to death.
However, these actions only occurred during his episodes, as the illness drove him into a frenzy, making him lose control of his behavior.
Of course, these were all things they had heard, as none of them had ever witnessed Sang Mohan during one of his episodes firsthand.
Though frightened, Qin Yue still washed a towel, sat beside Sang Mohan, and wiped his face. To win him over, she first needed to earn his favor.
The man’s face was a delight to behold—long, slightly upturned eyelashes and skin as smooth and fine as high-quality white jade.
Sang Yan and the other cousins had already left, leaving only Chen Shuzhen and Sang Zhen Tian waiting outside. They understood better than anyone that once Qin Yue entered that room, her chances of coming out unharmed were slim.
Every time Sang Mohan had an episode, he craved raw meat and fresh blood. This time, his condition was especially severe—animal blood could no longer soothe his frenzied soul; only human blood would suffice.
He had never liked women approaching him, as their presence would agitate him further, even driving him to lose his sanity.
Though they regretted it, saving their son left them with no other choice.
After wiping Sang Mohan’s face, Qin Yue went on to clean his neck and arms. As she did, she marveled inwardly at how such a handsome man could exist in this world.
While tending to him, she took the opportunity to touch him to her heart’s content.
A certain coal ball hovered mid-air, rolling its eyes at its Host. Truly, some habits died hard—she never missed a chance to flirt with a handsome man.
“Meiqiu, where have you been all these days? I haven’t seen you in ages,” Qin Yue caught sight of the black, chubby ball at once.
“Didn’t want to keep getting scolded by Host sis, so I spent the last few months cramming for exams. I came first in the finals, and the teacher praised my progress,” Meiqiu boasted proudly.
“Then tell me, what exactly did you learn? Can you predict the future?” Qin Yue clearly didn’t believe a word.
Just then, Sang Mohan, lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, shooting out a terrifying glare.Meiqiu’s young soul was nearly frightened out of its body: “Host sister, I can’t predict the future, but I know this big villain is super scary! Host sister, take care!” After saying this, Meiqiu instantly vanished.