A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1687 - 361: The Master’s New Favorite—Protecting My Sister
The drunk man laughed mockingly, "What are you? Why are you meddling with old man?" Saying so, he pushed Qingyun hard and walked toward the boy, "Tell me, young man, isn’t old man’s bird powerful?"
The boy was too frightened to speak, trembling with fear.
This sight pleased the drunk man even more. When he saw the boy’s exceptionally beautiful face, he suddenly had lascivious thoughts and laughed wickedly, "Such a pretty boy, let brother have a good look...."
The vile hand reached out towards the boy.
However, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a large hand, and with a crisp "crack," the man let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
Qingyun kicked him in the stomach, knocking him back against the car’s trunk, where he fell hard to the ground, causing the car to emit a piercing alarm. In the night, it was so noticeable that patrolling soldiers quickly came over, aiming their guns at the two, and coldly shouted, "What are you doing?"
The boy quickly ran over and hid behind Qingyun.
Qingyun calmed the boy’s emotions and took out his credentials from his chest. The soldier leaned over to clearly see the title on it and immediately saluted respectfully, "Good evening, officer."
Being part of the Royal Guard meant being close to the queen. For these outer patrol soldiers, their biggest dream was to join the Royal Guard.
Qingyun glanced sidelong at the drunk man who had gotten up and said coldly, "Drunk driving and causing trouble, deal with him."
Several of them immediately handcuffed the drunk man, who was still cursing and talking nonsense, "Why are you arresting old man? Where is old man’s gun...?"
Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at the boy, "It’s okay now, don’t be afraid."
The boy obediently nodded, looking a bit scared, and took the initiative to turn and walk back.
After walking a few steps, the boy suddenly stopped, looked at the two roads in front of him, and scratched his head with a confused look.
Was he lost?
Qingyun couldn’t help but find it amusing and proactively pointed him to the road on the right, "Go this way."
The boy immediately beamed, his smile pure like ice and snow. He paused for a moment, smiled, shook his head, and caught up.
Both returned safely and delivered him to the room door. The boy gave him a thumbs up, mouthing words, Qingyun understood, he said "Thank you."
Qingyun couldn’t help but laugh, "It’s something I should do."
Protecting your safety is indeed my duty.
As the room door slowly closed before him, blocking the sight of the boy’s exceptionally beautiful face, Qingyun smiled and turned to leave.
Once the room door closed, the boy leaned against the door panel, his clear eyes like snow suddenly enveloped by a dark mist, surging with deep, ink-like brilliance.
His thin lips curled slightly, looking at what he had in hand, it was a handgun.
How to use this thing?
He turned it over and over, finally figuring out the correct usage, aiming at the reflection of himself in the mirror, his thin lips curving coldly, the eyebrows wicked and cold.
"Bang." He whispered quietly.
The night was like an abyss, the darkness beneath his eyes deeper and colder than the night.
He already knew the general routes of the island, the troop distribution, and patrol units were clear in his mind, but wanting to escape this heavily monitored island, it was fraught with difficulties, it seemed there was still a long way to go.
Leave here, go find his sister, he must fulfill his wish, to protect his sister on her behalf.
Thinking of this, he smiled lightly, the icy gaze melted, turning into gentle spring water.
The previous life was too bitter and tiring; he hadn’t slept a single good night since birth, always wary of the lurking threat while eating and sleeping. Too tiring...
Had Heaven pity him... and granted him another life?
This life, he wished to enjoy it well, no longer letting himself live so exhausted, and to live happily with his sister.
No...
He abruptly sat up straight, only by becoming stronger could he protect himself and those he wished to guard, or else be doomed to become prey, like this malevolent woman before him, she was like a dagger hanging above him and his sister, ready to drop at any time. If he did not allow himself to become strong, how could he guard his sister?
Living in a corner was not the best choice.
The young boy clenched his fists tightly, at this moment, his heart firmed in resolve, once more embarking on a path filled with thorns. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Thinking of the future, he did not know when he fell asleep.
"My son, ruling the world, mother’s heart is pleased, mother knew you are a child with great ambition, you are always mother’s pride...."
"You vile spawn, do you deserve this position? Only Feng’er is the most qualified heir to the throne, my good son, thank you for clearing the path for your brother, when he rules the world, I will burn more ritual money for you...."
The woman’s eyes were filled with harsh and resolute determination, like a bloody red.
The pain at his heart’s core felt as if it could kill him instantly.
Unbelievable, heart-wrenching pain.
Why?
"If not for you, how could I have been discarded by the former king? If not for you, how would I have been abandoned to the cold palace for decades, if not for you... how could the man I loved most have left me and gone away, all the tragedy in my life came from you, I hate you, I should have strangled you at birth...."
"Well, at least you have some value, at least you’ve paved the way for your brother, your contributions have been noted, when you die, I will have Feng’er burn more ritual money for you, to thank this brother for everything done for him...."
"How cruel, how ruthless...."
He never imagined he would die in such a manner, dying at the hands of his own mother, how laughable?
He’d been vigilant his whole life, yet couldn’t escape the cup of poison handed over by his mother. Though from childhood she was displeased with him, he respected her, yearned for maternal love inside, like a little dog, wagging his tail humbly when given a bit of affection, how worthless!
Afraid the poison wouldn’t kill, she personally stabbed the poison blade into his chest.
Suddenly he awoke from the nightmare, clutching his chest, gasping, his clothing drenched in sweat, his bewildered gaze staring blankly into the night.
His eyes filled with panic, as if still in the nightmare.
Suddenly he clutched his face, his shoulders shook, as if crying, as if laughing.
Laughable and crazy fate!
Ji Lanyi... he ground the name between his teeth, feeling as if destined by heaven.
You and Situ Jing, both equally venomous, inherently selfish and malicious women, unworthy of being mothers; women like you should die, go and pay the price for the dead children!
In his eyes gradually surged a black vortex, as deep as a black hole, as if to suck souls in.
He tossed aside the covers, stepping barefoot on the ground, moving step by step toward the bathroom, turning on hot water, shedding the sweat-soaked clothes, revealing a fair and slender frame, amid the rising steam, adding more mystery and grace.
Entering the bathtub, immersing his body in water, he closed his eyes, slowed his breaths.
The night quietly passed.
Unbeknownst to how much time had passed, amidst the splashing water sounds, he suddenly clutched his chest, thrashing in the bathtub.
The heart pain felt like tearing his body apart; it was a too-familiar anguish, he bit down hard on his lips, fingers clenching tightly on the tub’s edge, emitting pain-filled groans.
"Master...."
As if someone was calling beside his ear, yet the voice seemed to come from the distant horizon.
Soon, the pain subsided, he lay in the bathtub exhausted.
"Mingyue?"
He murmured.
"Is that you?"
