Chapter 168: You Will Regret It (Abridged Version)

Full version, vb: A tiny, tiny little bird

Yin Huaiyu's forehead was smashed bright red, leaving him feeling a bit dizzy and lightheaded. He knelt, his upper body slumped over the tabletop, his breathing heavy and erratic. In his amber-like eyes, desire burned scalding hot, burning away even his sanity. (Revised)

Yin Huaiyu knew Ling Wu dared not deal him a fatal blow, so he struggled to break free from his grip. His already tall and upright frame instantly pressed down, like a small mountain.

"Ugh..."

Ling Wu did not know where someone drugged with Chinese medicine found such strength. He was pushed down to the floor by the momentum; the difference in their builds put Ling Wu at a slight disadvantage.

Yin Huaiyu knelt on one knee in front of him, using his knee to wedge between his thighs. At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his temples bulging. That sudden, explosive, intense aggression was like a predatory beast teasing prey that had already surrendered... (Revised)

His voice was dry and hoarse: "Ling Wu, don't be afraid... I'll marry you..." (Deleted)

Hah.

Who wants that? Who is willing?

Ling Wu lay beneath Yin Huaiyu. His deep-V bathrobe was already open, revealing a large expanse of fair skin. The cyan veins hidden beneath the thin skin were clearly visible. That taut flesh looked very lustrous under the chandelier, carrying a beautiful sheen... (Revised)

Those eyes were now looking at Yin Huaiyu with calm and indifference.

Might as well just kill him.

In Ling Wu's eyes, death could resolve 99% of problems.

For some reason, this icy gaze pricked Yin Huaiyu's nerves like a needle point, making him instantly much more sober, and an indescribable chill suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

Yin Huaiyu leaned over to Ling Wu's ear, full of malicious playfulness: "Are you angry?"

His hand braced against Ling Wu's shoulder. On the marble floor, the youth's fair body formed a sharp contrast. Under such extreme temptation, Yin Huaiyu couldn't wait for Ling Wu—someone so clean and pure, someone who could only be viewed from afar—to offer himself up like a sacrifice, willing to sink into depravity... (Revised)

Ling Wu.

Magician.

No matter which identity, both made him unable to stop.

There was a hint of anger in Ling Wu's eyes: "Get lost!"

What a nuisance.

Yin Huaiyu was like a wild horse off the reins between mountain ridges, unruly and untamable, acting without restraint.

Given the current situation, killing Yin Huaiyu would lead to endless trouble. Even for Ling Wu, someone like him was not easy to deal with. Stay calm, stay calm... must think of a foolproof plan.

Must make him completely obedient.

In just a few breaths, Ling Wu's thoughts turned upside down, from killing to not killing, then shifting to a permanent solution: taming this unruly young master, shattering his self-esteem, breaking his pride, and making him crawl. (Revised)

He wouldn't be able to escape his palm.

Ling Wu could not suppress the rampant desire for plunder and the thrill within his heart. Those long-sealed factors were like stimulants, instantly making him feel mentally exhilarated.

Will a child who grew up in blood and violence learn to restrain themselves, or will they submit to violence?

No one had a definitive answer.

Yin Huaiyu had no idea about Ling Wu's dark thoughts and was completely unaware of the approaching danger. His warm breath sprayed onto the youth's slender, long neck, lingering on that smooth, slippery skin... (Revised)

Just as he wanted to continue, Ling Wu had already made his next move.

"Bang!"

Yin Huaiyu's blood dripped down along his hair and forehead, landing on Ling Wu's collarbone like red plum blossoms blooming on white snow—gorgeous and peerless. The youth didn't know when he had grabbed an ashtray from the table and smashed it fiercely onto his head, then said coldly: "Are you behaving now?"

He pushed the person to the floor.

The body hit the ground with a dull thud.

Yin Huaiyu hissed in pain. His chest heaved violently as he gasped for air, one leg bent, his fingers braced against the floor, pressing so hard his fingertips turned white and veins bulged.

Seeing him intend to get up, Ling Wu kicked his shoulder with a long leg, knocking him back to the floor.

"Yin Huaiyu." Ling Wu half-squatted, looking at Yin Huaiyu, whose shirt was wide open and whose head was covered in blood. He pinched his jaw, lifted his face, and pressed the blood-stained ashtray against his cheek. (Revised)

The sound of heavy breathing filled his ears.

Half of Yin Huaiyu's face was dirtied by blood, looking somewhat terrifying.

Ling Wu pressed down on his wound, grinding it with his fingertips: "Stay put. If you act recklessly again, be careful of being smashed into a moron."

Yin Huaiyu's head felt a bit dizzy; he had probably been given a concussion. He steadied his forehead with his hand, pressing it against the wound, and sucked in a cold breath as he saw Ling Wu about to leave. (Revised)

There was a hint of madness in his black-and-white eyes: "Then just smash me to death." (Revised)

【Is this something I can hear without a VIP account?】

【What kind of wild, aggressive words are these?】

【Yin Huaiyu's brain is full of bang-bang-bang-bang-bang】

Ling Wu heard his words and, without the slightest hesitation, raised the ashtray and smashed it right onto his head. This time he didn't hold back, and with a dull sound, he knocked the person completely unconscious...

"Sick!"

Seeing Yin Huaiyu passed out, Ling Wu first cursed in a low voice, then kicked him twice. Afterward, he searched the room but found no handy tools, so he simply tore down the curtains, ripped them into strips, and tied Yin Huaiyu to a chair.

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Twenty minutes later.

Bathroom.

Yin Huaiyu's fingertips twitched twice. His neck pressed against the back of the chair, and he opened his heavy eyelids to see the ceiling. The light was dazzlingly bright, and the 【drug】 was getting stronger and stronger. His throat was incredibly dry, and his heart felt as if countless brands were burning and scalding it; even the depths of his soul were trembling...

He slowly turned his head and finally saw Ling Wu's figure in the bathroom.

The cold and beautiful youth was sitting on a chair identical to Yin Huaiyu's. The hem of his bathrobe was slightly open, revealing a section of well-proportioned, slender calves. Ling Wu's hair tips still held a faint dampness. He braced one arm on the chair's armrest, held his phone, and lazily crossed his legs, his black-and-white eyes gazing at him with the dark living room behind him: "Awake?"

He glanced at his phone: "It's only 11 o'clock. I have the whole night to play with you."

"I just don't know if Young Master Yin can afford to play."

Yin Huaiyu saw a faint smile in the corners of Ling Wu's lips and eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he let out a few low laughs: "Ling Wu, you should have said so earlier..." (Revised)

Ling Wu stared at Yin Huaiyu calmly. The person in front of him clearly had an excellent appearance and physique, yet he always inexplicably aroused a sense of disgust.

He really didn't like it.

Yin Huaiyu was thrown into the bathtub, his soles soaked in cold water, yet he could still overcome the 【censored】 with self-control; he bit the soft flesh inside his mouth, trading pain for clarity, and engaged in a war of words with Ling Wu: "Besides these, what else is there? Of course, I would prefer to use these methods on you; it would surely be quite beautiful."

"Filthy!" Ling Wu turned on the shower faucet, drenching Yin Huaiyu's face; the bloodstains were washed away by the water, revealing that exquisite and handsome face, and then he threw the showerhead to the side.

Ling Wu turned on his phone camera, aimed it at Yin Huaiyu's face, and looked down at him: "Heh... come on, smile for the camera; tomorrow, Young Master Yin's household name will appear on the Empire's news."

"Are you happy?"

"Are you satisfied?"

The flash went off, blinding yet bringing a strong sensation; Yin Huaiyu was accustomed to the filth within the circle. (Revised)

When this method, which nearly crushed his dignity, fell upon him, perhaps it was because of the 【censored】... so (Revised)

His whole body trembled.

He unconsciously raised his head, exposing his slender neck, presenting a posture of sacrifice as if offering his throat to the blade.

Craving, desire, trembling... a dense web woven together bound and constrained Yin Huaiyu like an eternal shackle, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The most primitive desire, like a prairie fire, forced his spine to be pressed down, and the blood flowing through his limbs and bones boiled and clamored to move toward the person in front of him...

Ling Wu turned on the hot water, and the bathtub was soon filled; he stared at Yin Huaiyu, who was sweating profusely with a flushed face, and found it amusing.

He sat on a chair, his expression clear and detached, tapping out a rhythm with his hand: "Young Master Yin, I've said it before, we have the whole night to play slowly."

Yin Huaiyu pinched his palms; his self-esteem and pride would not allow him to bow his head easily; he had always been the one to make others bow, never expecting to fall into Ling Wu's hands—this person was much more ruthless than he had imagined.

... Was it really worth it to easily provoke Ling Wu?

But it also proved from another angle that even someone as clean as Ling Wu had a dark side, and he seemed to have touched upon this unknown side quite easily.

"Heh." Yin Huaiyu gasped for air: "You've let me know... another one of your secrets."

"Tell me, do I count as one of the few people in the Empire who knows you inside and out?"

"Even... even Shao Yu doesn't know that the Magician is you, right? He has seen the photo of your eyes; I bet he must have recognized that it was you, otherwise how could his attitude toward you have changed so drastically overnight."

Yin Huaiyu's thin lips curled up: "Ling Wu, guess what? If I reveal to him that the two people Huo Xi withdrew from the Ganan Gang are actually the Magician, will he immediately realize that his own brother has been hiding his identity to deceive him?"

The bathroom was silent for a long time.

Ling Wu slowly raised his eyes; outside the window, the wind and rain were raging, and his entire being carried a chill: "You will regret it."