Feng Zhile had no idea how he managed to run out. By the time he realized he was standing on a sun-drenched avenue, the Feng family security system, the private bodyguards closely monitoring his every move, and those suffocating family rules—
It was as if they had all been locked away behind the heavy doors he left behind.
He took a deep breath of free air, a long-lost scent filled with the freshness of grass and trees and the mortal warmth of human life, making him feel unprecedentedly comfortable.
The pedestrians coming and going on the street, the laughter drifting from afar, the pop music playing in the shops, everything felt so real, so vivid and natural.
Feng Zhile felt as though he had come back to life.
However, the joy of regaining his freedom was fleeting. The Third Young Master knew that once his family discovered he had sneaked away, they would definitely dispatch even more people to search for him.
Therefore, Feng Zhile’s goal was crystal clear: he would go neither to school nor to the home of any acquaintance. The very first place he wanted to go was that person’s home.
Feng Zhile chose to walk. Being a young master who watched plenty of movies, he knew that mobile phones had a location-tracking function. Yet since he couldn’t throw the phone away, he could only turn it off temporarily and pull out the SIM card.
Lively and cheerful as he usually was, Feng Zhile had no idea what was wrong with him today. Having participated in various physical exercises at university, his physical stamina, while not top-tier, should have made him a healthy young man.
Yet he had vomited three times along the way, and his body was feeling terribly weak. Accompanied by a heavy, bloated, and aching sensation in his lower abdomen, every step felt like he was treading on cotton, soft and limp, entirely lacking strength.
Walking and stopping intermittently.
Feng Zhile finally arrived at the temporary rented dorm where the young man lived outside.
The young man was from out of town, having been admitted to Longcheng University through his exceptional academic performance, and was in the same department as Feng Zhile.
Feng Zhile was a typical young master, which was clearly evident from his food, clothing, and daily expenses; a single pair of his canvas shoes cost upwards of a thousand yuan at the cheapest.
Naturally, plenty of people surrounded Feng Zhile, and fair-weather friends were hardly few either. Yet those who could truly catch Feng Zhile’s eye were few and far between.
This young man was one of them.
They had met during a specialized lecture. Because of a classroom discussion, the two of them unexpectedly discovered that their views on many issues coincided without prior consultation, thus forging an indissoluble bond from then on.
Although their personalities were starkly different, one outgoing and cheerful, the other reserved and calm, this in no way hindered them from becoming good friends.
Feng Zhile knew that although the young man came from a modest family background, relying on his own hard work and talent, he would sooner or later shine brilliantly.
Feng Zhile was somewhat slow on the uptake; after discovering he had developed a secret crush on the other person, he was somewhat at a loss.
After all, he had never experienced such a feeling before, nor did he know how to express his feelings.
Feng Zhile began paying closer attention to the young man, noticing his every movement, every word and deed.
Whenever he saw the young man chatting with others, an inexplicable surge of jealousy would well up in his heart.
Feng Zhile knew he was jealous.
However, he didn’t dare tell the young man his feelings directly, fearing it would ruin the friendship between them.
Until that night, Feng Zhile made a bet with people, with the rule that whoever lost had to wear women’s clothing and dance.
There were many friends around him who usually played quite wildly.
Feng Zhile had originally thought it was just a joke, only to find out he actually lost.
His friends started booing, insisting on seeing him wear women’s clothing and dance.
Feng Zhile cursed inwardly, yet found it hard to go back on his word.
Especially since the young man was also present, Feng Zhile, driven by some inexplicable impulse, actually put on an exceptionally sexy, midriff-baring, ultra-short skirt and danced a hot, explosive routine of APT. in front of his bros.
Then everyone started hooting and taking turns forcing drinks down him. Feng Zhile alternated between dodging and hiding behind the young man, hoping for protection.
Until he became dizzy and disoriented from getting drunk, Feng Zhile’s flickering memory fragments were entirely filled with being together with that young man.
Waking up the next morning, his body was covered in chaotic kiss marks, and everything was an utter mess.
Feng Zhile found a shredded little skirt on the floor, along with the young man’s jacket.
Feng Zhile had always assumed it was the young man who had spent the night with him.
The reason he refused to tell the truth to his older brothers was entirely out of fear that Feng Cheng would retaliate against the other person.
Now that he had run away, Feng Zhile’s plan was very simple: to rely on that young man.
The journey had been peaceful, without running into any Feng family members popping up halfway.
Even though Feng Zhile had vomited until the acidic juices in his stomach ran rampant, he stubbornly persisted in walking to his destination.
Heaven smiled upon him.
The moment he arrived near the residential complex, he ran straight into the young man face-to-face.
Whether from grievance or some other emotion, Feng Zhile actually took the initiative to dart out and block the young man’s path.
The young man had originally been walking his own path in silence, only to have his way abruptly blocked. First startled, he then wore an unmistakable look of disgust.
That obvious expression instantly pierced Feng Zhile’s heart.
Could it be that after sleeping together, the guy realized he simply couldn’t accept men and therefore felt sickened?
Although Feng Zhile was the young master of the Feng family, his age gap with his two older brothers was vast, and the pampering he received from Feng Cheng and Feng Yu mostly satisfied his material conditions.
Consequently, Feng Zhile was, deep down, a child lacking in love.
The moment the other person showed the slightest hint of repulsion, it instantly caused him to shrink back into his tiny shell.
Feng Zhile said cautiously, “Brother Chengliang, why couldn’t I reach you when I called you recently? You didn’t block me, did you?”
Song Chengliang hadn’t harbored any unusual feelings toward him to begin with; it was simply that the Feng family possessed immense capital strength, and networking with them to climb to a certain height within Longcheng was something everyone dreamed of.
It was merely a relationship of utilization.
But damn it!
Feng Zhile actually nakedly wanted to engage in homosexual romance with him!
Song Chengliang suppressed the rising nausea and said, “Third Young Master Feng, perhaps there’s some misunderstanding between us.”
His tone carried a trace of deliberately maintained distance, attempting to define the relationship between the two of them more clearly.
“We are merely ordinary classmates. Naturally, we only contact each other when there’s business; there’s no necessity, and no need to stay in touch.”
Besides, Feng Cheng had purged everyone who had gone out to play that night from the university one by one, using methods that were exceptionally ruthless.
Feng Zhile had lied, thereby well protecting Song Yin among the pack of fair-weather friends.
Song Chengliang added, “Young Master Feng, I need to go to class now, please step aside.”
Feng Zhile felt a wave of grievance, stepping forward to tug at Song Chengliang’s sleeve as he spoke in a soft voice, “I won’t delay your class, I just wanted to ask about that night.”
That night…
Are you unsatisfied with me?
This action completely infuriated Song Chengliang. Withstanding the urge to explode right away, he shoved Feng Zhile’s entanglement away and said righteously, “Young Master Feng, you’re a young master from an honorable family after all. I advise you to have some self-respect, lest we tear off our masks and make it awkward for everyone!”
This statement carried considerable weight. Especially since Feng Zhile thought the two of them were in a mutual affection, hearing those words felt completely like being slapped hard across the face.
Feng Zhile was genuinely somewhat shy; he also had a sense of shame, and blushing, he said, “I’m not here to pester you, I just wanted to…”
He never even had the chance to finish his sentence. The heavy, sinking sensation in his abdomen suddenly intensified, causing Feng Zhile’s face to transform instantly from red to white, turning into a piercing, drilling pain.
Song Chengliang noticed his complexion looked wrong, assuming he was trying to pull some other stunt, so he simply laid his cards on the table: “Young Master Feng, it’s useless for you to pester me. I don’t like men, and I don’t want to have any more contact with you now.”
“You have no idea how terrifying your brother is!” Wanting to say something even nastier, Song Chengliang glanced at his watch, as class time was approaching. Swallowing the rest of his words, he turned and walked away.
Feng Zhile wanted to chase after him for a couple of steps, but another wave of pain and discomfort followed closely behind. This time, it tortured him with significantly greater clarity.
“It hurts! Brother Chengliang, save me!” With his legs turning weak, Feng Zhile collapsed straight to the ground.
Song Chengliang merely glanced back at him, figuring the fellow was probably faking it eight times out of ten.
Just like that night, when he put on bitchy women’s clothing and rubbed against him, or when he got drunk and clung to him demanding to be sent home.
Song Chengliang completely ignored him, leaving the dizzy Feng Zhile behind at the bar to sink or swim on his own.
Today was no different; there was no need whatsoever to sympathize with a pervert.
Lying prone on the ground, Feng Zhile watched the other person walk further and further away, his devoted heart aching as if torn to shreds.
Affected by his emotions, his stomach hurt murderously as well.
To avoid being found by the Feng family, the spot where he had ambushed Song Chengliang was also extremely secluded, falling precisely into a blind spot of visibility where no one would discover his abnormality.
Feng Zhile regretted it. In the grip of disappointment and pain, the hatred that sprouted within him ran deep as well.
His survival instinct also surged fiercely.
“Won’t somebody save me, help!” Feng Zhile screamed with all his might, even clutching his abdomen to alleviate the discomfort brought on by the severe pain.
Ultimately, with trembling fingers, Feng Zhile inserted his SIM card back into his phone, and his very first call wasn’t made to his elder brothers in the Feng family.
Instead, it was made to Yu Se.
When Yu Se had lent him the phone to use, he had given him his phone number as well.
When people are in despair and helplessness, their reliance on doctors reaches its absolute peak.
Through the phone, Feng Zhile issued a cry for help to Yu Se: “Doctor Yu, save me, I don’t want to die, please save me!”
Yu Se, along with Bai Fan, his son, and his beloved disciple Wang Qi, had just boarded a private charter vehicle, and the group had not yet successfully cleared out of Longcheng.
Yu Se answered Feng Zhile’s call.
Hearing the weak cry for help coming through the earpiece, Bai Fan immediately resonated with it, pulling at Yu Se’s sleeve as he said, “Doctor Yu, leaving a bit later is fine too.”
Yu Se pondered for a fleeting instant, then agreed resolutely: “Alright, let’s go save someone first.”
In the end, none of them left Longcheng, instead driving straight toward the residential complex where Feng Zhile’s incident had occurred.