He wanted to turn his head. He wanted to see what expression she wore at this moment.
“Don’t move.” A cool voice rang out.
Ye Mochen’s movement came to an abrupt halt. He lay there like a tamed beast, all claws and fangs withdrawn.
More and more dark blood seeped from the ends of the silver needles. One drop. Two drops. Three drops.
The snow-white bedsheet quickly became mottled and stained, like a defiled altar.
And Ran Weiyi was the deity standing upon that altar, her expression indifferent. Methodically, she wiped and replaced the cotton.
Just then, the heavy door was pushed open a crack from the outside.
The old butler of the estate, Butler Lin, appeared at the doorway, his aged face filled with worry.
The moment he saw the scene inside the room, his cloudy eyes widened in shock and fury.
His young master—that noble yet fragile young master—was now shirtless, pierced by countless long needles like a hedgehog by a strange woman!
The dark bloodstains on the snow-white bedsheet stabbed at his eyes.
“Who are you!”
Butler Lin’s voice trembled with anger as he rushed in.
“Who allowed you to lay hands on the young master! Someone, come!” He tried to pull Ran Weiyi away.
But Ran Weiyi didn’t even turn her head. All her focus was on Ye Mochen, allowing no distraction.
“Get out.” Her voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling coldness that made one’s heart tremble.
Butler Lin’s outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
He was momentarily stunned by the fleeting aura emanating from this young woman.
“I—”
Before Butler Lin could say more, a hoarse, almost inaudible voice came from the couch.
“Butler Lin.”
Ye Mochen’s face remained buried in his arm, his voice faint from extreme weakness.
“Step back.”
Butler Lin’s eyes instantly reddened.
“Young master, this woman of unknown origin is harming you!”
Ye Mochen did not answer him.
He merely mustered all his strength to tilt his head slightly.
His gaze, over his own shoulder, fell upon Ran Weiyi’s focused profile.
Under the lamplight, her long eyelashes cast a shadow, her expression so calm, so… pure. Utterly out of place in this filthy world.
“She…”
A difficult rasp escaped Ye Mochen’s throat.
“Is saving me.”
“Is saving me.” Three words, light as air, yet they fell like three invisible mountains, crushing Butler Lin’s heart.
He stood there dumbfounded. In his cloudy eyes, the towering fury instantly froze, shattering into bewildered shards of ice.
Saving him?
With these terrifying silver needles? With this bloodletting method? Saving him?
Butler Lin’s gaze uncontrollably shifted between Ye Mochen’s pale, weak profile and Ran Weiyi’s cold, focused back.
The thought was too absurd. Yet, it was spoken by the young master he had devoted his life to serving.
Ye Mochen’s voice faded again. Those three words alone had exhausted all the strength he had gathered.
His breathing grew heavy, sweat soaking his bangs, clinging tightly to his pallid skin.
But his dark eyes remained stubbornly, unwaveringly fixed on Ran Weiyi.That light did not extinguish. Instead, it burned even brighter deep within his pupils.
Ran Weiyi knew nothing of this. Or perhaps, she had no time to spare for it.
In her world, there remained only the broken body before her and the silver needles that were now taking effect.
The black blood expelled from the acupoint beneath the last main needle had gradually lightened in color. But it was still not enough.
She reached out, her fingertips picking up the longest silver needle. The tip of the needle passed lightly over the candle flame, emitting a faint sizzling sound.
She turned her hand, aiming the needle tip at a major acupoint on Ye Mochen’s back, near his heart.
“Don’t…” Butler Lin instinctively spoke, his heart tightening abruptly.
That location was far too dangerous!
“Be quiet.”
Ran Weiyi’s voice held not a trace of fluctuation; she did not even turn her head.
Her movements did not pause in the slightest. With a downward flick of her wrist, the long needle pierced the acupoint with perfect precision.
“Ugh!”
Ye Mochen’s body arched violently, like a bow drawn to its limit. A muffled groan, suppressed to the extreme, escaped from between his clenched teeth.
The muscles on his back instantly tensed, every inch of his skin trembling violently. It was a pain that penetrated deep into the marrow, as if it could shatter even the soul.
Butler Lin’s eyes reddened completely. He could no longer hold back and took a swift step forward, about to rush to the bedside.
“Young Master!”
Just as his hand was about to touch the bed.
A thin, jet-black stream of blood suddenly spurted from the tail of the needle that had just been inserted.
The blood splattered onto the snow-white bedsheet, leaving a shocking stain.
Then came a second stream, a third…
The color was so dark it verged on purple, carrying a nauseating stench.
Butler Lin’s outstretched hand froze once more in mid-air. He stared blankly at the “substance” being expelled from the young master’s body.
As the foul blood was expelled, Ye Mochen’s body, which had been tensed to the extreme, gradually began to relax. His violent gasps for breath also slowly steadied.
Finally, when the last drop of black blood fell, a vivid red color finally seeped out from the needle’s tail.
That red was like the most resilient plum blossom in winter, blooming amidst the chaotic filth. It appeared so full of vitality.
Ran Weiyi’s gaze sharpened, and she swiftly pulled out all the silver needles.
【Doudou: Sister! Ye Mochen’s Abhorrence Value toward the world has dropped to 80%!】
【Doudou: His Love Value toward you has increased to 20%, sister, you’re amazing!】
The cheerful loli voice of the System echoed in her mind.
【Reward: Basic Antidote Formula.】
Ran Weiyi’s expression did not change in the slightest.
Outside the window, the sky had unknowingly darkened.
She picked up clean cotton and gently wiped away the last trace of bright red blood. After completing this, she finally straightened up. She was so exhausted that a thin layer of sweat had formed on her forehead, and she felt as if she were about to collapse.
“Butler Lin.”
For the first time, she looked directly at this loyal old man.
“Prepare a medicinal bath.”
“Also, dispose of these things properly.” Her voice remained as cool as ever.
Butler Lin stared at her in a daze, then looked at the young master on the soft couch, who seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
The perpetual ferocity and pain that had always lingered on Ye Mochen’s face had faded away. Instead, it revealed a long-lost, peaceful expression in his slumber.
“Yes.”Butler Lin’s lips trembled. In the end, he bowed deeply to Ran Weiyi, this unfamiliar young girl.
This gesture, he had only ever performed for the true master of the Ye family.
Yet now, he offered his most profound respect to a young girl of unknown origins.