Chapter 605: The young master can hear thoughts again! 21

Fu Mu Ci has always kept his thoughts deeply hidden, making it hard for anyone to truly discern his true inner thoughts.

The two clung together on the sofa for a while, and Jin Chen finally coaxed Young Master Fu into a better mood.

After finishing the cake, it was time for his daily meditation.

Now that he stays with Jin Chen, Fu Mu Ci no longer worries about completing his daily workload; fortunately, Fu Zhenhua, seeing this, was also pleased and let his son hold a nominal chief executive officer position, intending to divert his attention.

This time, Jin Chen intended to awaken Fu Mu Ci's memory from when he was ten, to see the killer's true face.

In the living room, incense smoke slowly curled, and the guqin's soothing music gradually relaxed Fu Mu Ci.

Opening his eyes again, he found himself still in the pure white dream space Jin Chen had crafted for him.

Unlike before, under Jin Chen's guidance, Fu Mu Ci gradually brought the scenery around the lawn into the space, reconstructing the scene from when he was ten.

"Relax your body, focus on the sensation of your breath, let your consciousness gradually detach from bodily constraints, let your thoughts drift… return to that night deep in your memory."

Jin Chen grasped the young master's arm, interlocking their fingers, and said, "Don't be afraid, face your fear directly; I'm right here beside you."

In a daze, Fu Mu Ci's consciousness returned to when he was ten.

"Young Master! Young Master! Come over quickly! No one will be supervising you tonight!"

Fu Mu Ci leaned against the window, looking at the playmates below on the lawn, speaking in a childish voice, "But Dad said I can't go out to play this late; it's already ten o'clock!"

This was supposed to be his bedtime; otherwise he'd miss the milk Auntie Song would bring up later.

"It's fine! I've already seen it—Mr. Fu is in the innermost study discussing your birthday banquet! Don't you want to see the birthday gift I prepared for you?"

Fu Mu Ci scratched his head anxiously, glanced furtively at the toy room's door, thinking he could return before Auntie Song brought up the milk.

He shouted downstairs, "All right! Wait for me!"

Afterwards, wearing his fluffy pajamas, he stepped onto a stool, grabbed the new toys from the cabinet, put on his coat, and quietly left the room.

Fu Mu Ci ran fast, afraid his father would discover him and drag him back.

By the time he reached the lawn, he hadn't noticed the lawn mower placed in the middle and almost collided with it, but his playmate's quick eyes and hands pulled him back.

"Hehehe, thanks!"

Fu Mu Ci steadied himself, patted his chest in lingering fear, clutched the toy behind his back with his other hand, and looked at his playmate with sparkling eyes.

"Duoduo, what birthday gift are you going to give me?"

"It's not here; you have to go to the outbuilding in the back."

Duoduo pointed to the far left end of the lawn.

That's where the Fu family's servants and nannies live; Fu Mu Ci rarely goes there, and he hesitated, wondering if going would make it too late to return…

"Young Master, you need to keep up with me, hurry!"

Duoduo seemed impatient, frequently glancing toward the wooden house and tugging Fu Mu Ci's arm, wanting to run over.

"Okay, okay, Duoduo, don't pull on me—I'll trip."

Fu Mu Ci's shoes were also fluffy beast paws, and he ran across the lawn afraid they'd fall off.

The two short‑armed, short‑legged children finally reached the outbuilding, when Duoduo said the gift was in his sleeping quarters, and just then Auntie Song's voice came from nearby.

Fu Mu Ci gasped, about to respond, but Duoduo quickly covered his mouth and pressed him down into a crouch.

"Don't speak," Duoduo whispered, warning Fu Mu Ci, "If Auntie Song finds you, she'll surely take you off to sleep, and I haven't given you my gift yet."

"All right……"

Fu Mu Ci covered his own mouth, his grape‑sized eyes peering through the swing frame at Auntie Song, waiting until she didn't find him here and went upstairs before he let out his breath.

But Duoduo had dirtied his clothes from that squatting motion and could only take them off.

Fu Mu Ci took off his own coat and draped it over Duoduo; underneath was the same warm pajamas.

"Come on, Young Master! Let's go get the gift!"

Duoduo also liked the coat, smiling as he felt it, stood up, took Fu Mu Ci's hand, and headed inside.

Just then, a black shadow slipped out from the edge of the outbuilding's fence.

"Young Master of the Fu family, I've finally found you."

His hoarse, eerie voice frightened both children; hearing him say his name, Fu Mu Ci grew even more terrified, clamping his mouth shut and staying silent.

The black shadow finally stepped out from the darkness.

Fu Mu Ci still couldn't make out the person's appearance, only knowing he looked terrifying, his face beneath the black hat ugly and monstrous, like a cartoon monster.

Being stared at by those cloudy eyes, Fu Mu Ci froze, unsure how to react; fortunately, Duoduo was bold, grabbed Fu Mu Ci and ran back.

"Let's go find the steward uncle!" Duoduo shouted while running, his voice trembling, clearly frightened as well.

But they hadn't run far before Fu Mu Ci still collided with the lawn mower, falling to the ground and scraping both hands.

He didn't dare cry out as usual, only holding back tears as he tried to rise, but his left leg hurt so badly he couldn't stand, so he could only curl up behind the lawn mower.

"Ahhh! Let me go!"

Fu Mu Ci's heart pounded like thunder; trembling, he peered through the lawn mower and saw Duoduo already seized by the monster, emitting a shrill scream.

The monster even held a knife!!

"Shut up!"

The monster gripped Duoduo's neck like a radish, choking him tightly, the blade's tip pressed to his throat, and snarled, "Young Master Fu, if you cry again, I'll kill you!"

Duoduo turned deathly pale from fright, his whole body trembling with uncontrollable spasms, unable to speak at all.

"No…… he's the real Young Master of the Fu family…… Duoduo is innocent!"

Fu Mu Ci wanted to crawl out and rescue Duoduo, but overwhelming fear and pain left him limp behind the lawn mower, his blood seeming to congeal, rendering him speechless.

"Who's in there!!"

Finally, a night‑patrol security guard noticed something amiss, flashed his torch a few times, and a group rushed over.

The monster was discovered, he became furious and resentful, unwilling to release the young master he held, grinning wickedly as he lifted Duoduo's face to meet his own.

"If I can't get the money, I'll take you down with me! Going to prison is worth it!"

The following scene, in Fu Mu Ci's eyes, seemed veiled with a layer of blood-colored gauze.

His head buzzed as he watched Duoduo stabbed several times by the monster, blood pouring from Duoduo's body, yet his eyes remained wide open.

Watching the monster laugh hysterically, it threw Duoduo's body to the ground and fled along the way it had come.

Seeing the security guard also mistake Duoduo for himself, he only then shouted that it wasn't the young master, and hurried to go find where he was.

Gazing into Duoduo's averted eyes meeting his own, they were filled with deathly stillness.

"Ahhhhh—"

Fu Mu Ci let out a sharp scream and completely fainted.