Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 463 - 434: Jun, Are You an Exception? (1)

The woman’s voice, hoarse and piercing, stabbed into the man’s chest like a dull knife, over and over.

Just listening to this recording, he felt like stabbing himself a few times; if he saw the video, he had no doubt he would go mad!

Like self-torment, Huo Shaojun listened to this recording again and again.

He thought the pain in his heart would gradually become numb until he felt nothing at all.

But the result was not what he expected. Instead of easing, the pain clung to every inch of his bones like vines, tightly winding, penetrating his very marrow!

The phone rang on the left side of the computer.

Huo Shaojun’s hand on the desk, seemingly numb, moved slightly. Without casting a glance at the phone, he picked it up and placed it to his ear.

"Fourth brother, are you okay?"

From the phone came Gu Yan’s concerned voice.

Huo Shaojun did not speak. The dim, bluish glow reflected from the computer screen cast a chilling and fearful light on his sculpted, cold-hard face in the deep of night.

"...Fourth brother, it seems there’s more to what happened back then. You might have misunderstood her."

After a pause, Gu Yan’s heavy voice came through again, "Also, the audio I sent you has been edited, the true situation is far more brutal than this."

Huo Shaojun clenched the phone, his cold eyes tinged with deep red.

Gu Yan sighed, "Over the years, she must have harbored much grievance and unbearable pain. What happened to her back then, she didn’t even tell Little Mo Mo. Just imagine how deeply she was hurt. Calling it a nightmare seems too mild, no wonder she fell ill. Fourth brother, today I finally understand why a year ago her parents were determined to make her forget the past. If my child experienced such things, I think I would make the same decision as them..."

"Send the unedited audio over." Huo Shaojun’s throat seemed stuck with blood, his voice was extraordinarily hoarse.

"Fourth brother..."

"I’m waiting!" With these words, Huo Shaojun was the first to hang up the phone.

When he threw the phone onto the desk, the veins on Huo Shaojun’s neck were bulging and close to bursting through the skin’s surface, and red liquid oozed like slithering little snakes from his tightly clenched palm.

Forty minutes later, Gu Yan sent over the audio file, likely after much hesitation before making this decision.

Huo Shaojun stared at the audio file on the computer screen, and the hand holding the mouse, bloody and raw, was trembling uncontrollably.

His index finger clicked the mouse left button, and it took more than ten tries to open it.

"Little beauty, stop struggling. The medicine we gave you is a strong drug you can’t buy on the market. Come on, let your brothers pamper you."

"Get away, ah... don’t touch me, you bastards, scum, ah..."

"I’ll kill you, you little whore. I tell you, if you listen and cooperate, maybe your brothers will be lenient for your obedience. Otherwise, we’ll cripple you, believe it or not!"

"No, don’t touch me, ah... I have money, I’ll give you money, stop, stop, ah..."

"We don’t want money now, we want you! Look at this little face drenched in tears, check out this slender waist that looks like it could be pinched to draw water, tut, tear off her clothes for me!"

"Ah... don’t mess with my clothes, no, little brother, little brother..."

"Little brother? Hey, your brothers here are ’big’ brothers."

"Big brother, this chick’s body really matches her face, I can’t take it anymore, I’m going first."

"Fuck you. I’m first, line up at the back!"

"Little brother..."

"..."

By the end, Huo Shaojun was completely insane!

He abruptly stood up, yanking the computer and smashing it away, the desk was overturned, nothing in the study left unthrown or unsmashed.

Like a furious lion, without reason, every part of him was filled with searing rage!

He wanted to kill them!

He had to kill them!

"Ah..." After destroying everything he could smash, Huo Shaojun stood in the ruin like a trapped beast, clutching his head, large droplets of crimson liquid rolling down from his eyes.

Every muscle in his body was taut, and his veins bulged threateningly, on the verge of exploding, bloody and mangled.

Cautious knocking came from the room door outside.

Huo Shaojun continued to roar uncontrollably.

He was mad, and sick!

The knocking outside grew more urgent and louder.

Not receiving a response, the woman’s anxious voice, laced with sobs, came from outside the door, "Huo Shaojun, open the door, open the door!"

"Get out!"

Outside, the sound suddenly vanished.

The knocking stopped.

Huo Shaojun seemed like a flesh and blood skeleton drained dry, suddenly collapsing backward onto the ground.

Knock--

The door was knocked upon once again, but after just one knock, it fell silent once more.

The dark night seemed endless, as if daylight would never come.

The door to the study was forcefully pushed open in the afternoon of the next day.

Lei Yicheng’s raised leg hadn’t even landed yet when he saw Huo Shaojun lying on the ground, seemingly dead, and his breath immediately tightened.

Rong Mochen knitted his long brows, still holding the one-year-old Jiu Jiu in his arms. The moment he saw Huo Shaojun, he decisively handed Jiu Jiu over to Jian Liangtong, who was standing against the wall by the door.

Jian Liangtong was taken aback and clumsily held Jiu Jiu, her heart alarmed.

Rong Jiujiu looked at Jian Liangtong with eyes pure and clear, suddenly reached out her chubby little hand to touch the dry redness in Jian Liangtong’s eyes, and called her unclearly, "Auntie."

"..." Jian Liangtong didn’t know what was happening to her; being called by Jiu Jiu made her unable to hold back, and she started crying.

Rong Jiujiu froze slightly, rubbing her chubby hands for help, but realized there was no one around.

"Shao Yun, if you’re a man, get up!" came Rong Mochen’s authoritative voice from the study.

Jian Liangtong’s back slightly trembled, trying hard not to look inside the study.

Jiu Jiu stretched her two chubby arms, wanting to run into the study.

Jian Liangtong bit her lip, her eyes red, pulled Jiu Jiu’s arms back, tucked them into her embrace, and said hoarsely, "Jiu Jiu, be good."

Rong Jiujiu really complied, staying in Jian Liangtong’s arms, locking eyes with her.

Inside the study, Huo Shaojun lay on the floor silently, the bloodstains on his spread-out hands already dried and stuck to his palms.

Gu Yan looked at his beard-covered face from the night’s misery, turning his face away unwillingly, not wanting to see him.

Xiao Nanqing squinted his sharp eyes, speaking coldly, "Fourth Brother, in your current state, who are you worthy of? Are you worthy of the suffering she endured back then, the bitterness she’s endured all these years?"

Huo Shaojun’s cold eyes looked dead, as if he had already died and ceased to exist.

Lei Yicheng didn’t know how to comfort people, but he sure knew how to hit!

But with how Huo Shaojun was now, a single punch would likely ruin him!

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes silently locked onto Huo Shaojun, "Get up, go do what you need to do!"

Huo Shaojun’s thin lips cracked, his fiery eyes shifting to Rong Mochen’s face.

Rong Mochen pursed his lips, bending slightly, and stretched out a hand to him, "If I were you, I wouldn’t let those people continue making Xiao Yao!"

"..." Tears of hot blood once more surged in Huo Shaojun’s eyes. His breath abruptly became heavy, his face flushing red from hatred.

Rong Mochen looked at him, but even if he felt unwilling, it was not apparent.

His dark eyes flickered briefly, and Rong Mochen reached out to grip his arm, pulling Huo Shaojun up from the ground.

Huo Shaojun barely steadied himself, standing in front of Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen used his other hand to pat his shoulder.

Huo Shaojun’s eyes fringed with red, his head hanging, remaining silent.

Yet, the hatred and pain exuding from him were palpable to everyone present.

Only those who have truly loved can understand such despair, sorrow, and self-loathing!

Rong Mochen and the others came suddenly and left just as abruptly.

Jian Liangtong stood blankly at the doorway of the study, not knowing what to do.

"Are you planning to stand at the door forever?"

When Rong Mochen and the others came and left, this was the first thing he said.

His voice was husky, as if someone had sliced his throat a few times, trapping blood.

Jian Liangtong’s eyes couldn’t help but sting, and she bit her lip hard, slowly turning to look inside the study.

Huo Shaojun stood in the shadows of the study, the scene resembling the aftermath of a nuclear blast, littered with debris.

Jian Liangtong’s heart quivered, her fingers digging into her palms, with difficulty she parted her lips, "Can I come in?"

Standing outside the door, Jian Liangtong couldn’t see his face clearly, but she was certain he was looking at her.

Jian Liangtong was never so nervous, fearing he would shut her out, fearing the distance between her and his heart was insurmountably distant.

After a long time, Huo Shaojun’s low, hoarse voice finally came from inside the study, "Mm."

Jian Liangtong suddenly inhaled, crystal-like tears rolling down her face, stepping over the wreckage to him.

Up close, Jian Liangtong saw his face clearly; in just a day and a night, the once clean and handsome visage was now full of stubble, his meticulously short hair messy and unruly.

He stared at her with eyes burning red, tightly pursed chapped lips, entirely disheveled, a side she had never seen before, yet combined with his cool and unrestrained demeanor made a different kind of heartbreaking unruliness.

Jian Liangtong’s eyes throbbed with pain.

Standing in front of him, she felt like a helpless child.

For just a day and night, how could he torment himself into such a state!

Huo Shaojun locked his gaze on her, focused and thick, as though he were trying to absorb Jian Liangtong entirely into his eyes.

Jian Liangtong reached to hold his hand, fingertips touching the dried blood in his palm, her slender body suddenly bending down, uncontrollable tears cascading down.

Huo Shaojun lowered his gaze, seeming to hear the crisp sound of her tears hitting the ground.

His eyes stung and burned, Huo Shaojun slowly raised his other hand, intending to rub her head, but hesitated right before lowering it.

"What’s wrong with you? Huo Shaojun, what’s really wrong with you?" Jian Liangtong asked, choking on her sobs, her head pressed against his chest.

Huo Shaojun tightly pinched his lips, the force making the cracked skin seep dark red blood, then he reached from Jian Liangtong’s back to hold and hugged her tightly, "Never again."