Chapter 109: Musi's New Master

Bo Yu was half lying on the ground.

The contract that had once become a cage now lay shattered all over him.

"You will regret this," Bo Yu said as he looked at him.

Shen Jixing heard the answer and lightly closed his eyes. He did not know how severe Bo Yu's illness had become.

He only felt a trace of regret.

Where had the teacher who had once generously given him a new life and taught him to become his own gone?

"I won't."

Shen Jixing turned away, his back to him. "Teacher, if I say it, I'm afraid you won't believe me."

"I have never regretted any decision I have made."

He had never regretted taking hold of that hand that reached out in the snowy night.

Nor had he regretted the deep harm he had once inflicted on the foolish, adorable little lion before him.

Shen Jixing had never regretted giving up everything he had or the entire fortune he had once been blessed with.

Falling without regret, the choice itself was forward.

The past Shen Jixing had been too bitter, and the present Shen Jixing still ached for him.

Every time he regretted, it was as if he were hurting his past self once more. Shen Jixing never felt that placing himself in the past meant he could have made better choices.

It was just that he occasionally felt lost.

Shen Jixing stared at the UniverSe behind Zhou Yili's ear. He did not know whether Zhou Yili would grow angry upon hearing his words or come to hate him from that moment on.

He could not bear to hurt himself, yet he had indeed hurt another person.

After a quiet moment, he took the initiative to extend his hand. "Zhou Yili, do you want to hold my hand?"

Zhou Yili gazed at the cold, white, and clean hand before him.

His lips curved into a lazy smile. "If I don't hold you, will you hit me?"

Shen Jixing: "..."

Today's public opinion was being victimized.

Under Zhou Yili's slightly furrowed brows, he let out a soft chuckle. "I was joking. Let's go home."

Zhou Yili took his warm hand in his own and led him away from the building that had once trapped him for a full eight years.

Bo Yu refused the bodyguards' assistance and coldly watched their retreating figures. "Chase after him."

The bodyguards were stunned. "Chase after him?"

After the scene they had just witnessed, their perception of the young master had completely changed.

Good grief, so ruthless.

Under Bo Yu's icy gaze, they immediately obeyed. "Yes, yes, yes—"

The bodyguards turned and moved as one, and suddenly someone leaped down from the rooftop, a small bamboo skewer dangling from the corner of his mouth.

This familiar figure in all black, his tall frame blending seamlessly into the night.

It was... again...

Bo Yu maintained his disheveled posture and coldly denounced him. "Mu Si!"

It turned out he had been there the whole time.

"Do you want to stop me as well?" Bo Yu asked coldly.

"Master, I do not wish to stop you." Mu Si looked at him. "But when one is out in the world, one cannot control oneself."

"I am now Fu Chen's bodyguard, sent by him to protect the young master."

So the person Shen Jixing had mentioned was actually Mu Si.

Not Zhou Yili.

Mu Si alone could fend off all the bodyguards; his willpower in training surpassed that of anyone else.

Bo Yu's warm eyes were dyed with a scarlet ferocity. "Who is Fu Chen?!"

The bodyguards shivered in terror.

Mu Si swept his gaze across the icy floor, a trail of blood lingering at the corner of his pale lips. "A very handsome boss."

The temperature around them seemed to freeze solid. The bodyguards wished they could all turn into ice buckets.

They figured that if the master had legs, he would surely wheel them all over with one swing.

But he could do nothing.

Watching them betray him one by one and leave his side.

Watching his hopes shatter before his eyes, and even his last shred of dignity about to be lost.

Bo Yu's eyes were so red with ferocity they appeared bloodshot. He seemed to return to the coastal highway, gazing at the out-of-control car crushing his legs, an impulse surging to destroy everything.

"Ah..."

Someone sighed and walked up to him, bending down to lift him from the ground.

He was placed back on the lifted wheelchair, as if returning him to a safe haven.

"Master, why can't you let go of yourself..."

"Slap—"

Bo Yu raised his hand and delivered a slap.

He had been lying on the ground for too long, his limbs chilled despite his lack of great strength, yet Mu Si's half of his face still flushed red.

He turned his head, his eyelashes lightly lowered, unmoving.

"Don't act pitiful." Bo Yu's scarlet eyes regarded him coldly. "Today's matter will be remembered in my heart. None of you will escape."

Bo Yu was a man with an extremely strong sense of vengeance.

He knew Mu Si was present, so Mu Si could not escape either.

As his most outstanding bodyguard, personally trained by him, perhaps others might not react in time, but he could absolutely block Shen Jixing's fist.

Yet he had not moved, allowing Shen Jixing to harm him.

"Yes." Mu Si did not deny it.

His forehead hair had grown a bit these past few days, nearly covering his brows and eyes, the fair skin of his side face flushed a glaring red.

"Master, while you feel pain, you have never considered how the young master you repeatedly drove to the brink would feel pain."

"He will feel pain too."

Mu Si's eye rims were still red after all.

"I will feel it too."

...

Zhou Yili would feel it too.

He held the person's hand as they left the company, using the moonlight to check if he was injured. "Does your hand hurt?"

Hitting Bo Yu with that much force, Zhou Yili had not expected such strength from him. Clearly he was still the delicate little star from before.

But it had completely broken his heart.

"..."

Shen Jixing had indeed used quite a bit of strength.

That slap had rendered his entire hand numb, and he subconsciously wanted to say it was fine.

Meeting Zhou Yili's heartbroken gaze under the moonlight, he paused. "You don't mind anymore?"

Zhou Yili's expression changed at lightning speed. "Mind what?"

"..."

Shen Jixing simply made it clear. "I deliberately smashed you that time."

The events that had happened did occur and would not vanish simply because they were in the honeymoon phase.

"It was eight hundred years ago. What is there to mind?"

Zhou Yili casually rubbed the back of his hand, without any pretense of lying. This man had a temper that came quickly and went quickly.

The resentment period had long passed.

Or perhaps he was only sad, without any resentment.

"At that time, so many people in the private room didn't smash it, yet you specifically smashed me. What does that mean?"

Shen Jixing tilted his head to look at him under the moonlight. "?"

Zhou Yili rarely saw him display such a dazed expression. He hooked his lips and laughed lazily. "This means you only have me in your eyes and heart."

"..."

Shen Jixing was silent for a moment, yet he was still convinced by his logic.

"The pig's head at the Shanghai Museum is fake."

This time it was Zhou Yili's turn to look confused. "Hmm?"

Shen Jixing looked at his messy blue hair, finally unable to resist a light chuckle.

"It's really on your head."

Zhou Yili narrowed his long eyes and sighed softly, making a move to scratch his itch. Shen Jixing, with his brows slightly cold and carrying a smile, dodged away. "Stop messing around, let's go home."

The long wind blew across the fallen leaves at the end of autumn and the beginning of winter.

Shen Jixing, in the passenger seat, dodged his hand, the corners of his eyes carrying a faint trace of a wet smile.

Zhou Yili bent down to kiss his lips and pulled the seatbelt over to buckle it for him.

As he straightened up, Shen Jixing grabbed his collar.

"From now on."

"Any news regarding Bo Yu, tell me, and I will handle it."

A faint emotion slid through the depths of Zhou Yili's eyes.

He smiled lightly and said, "Oh, so domineering?"

Shen Jixing faintly hummed, releasing his collar and arranging it.

"Let's go."

Zhou Yili maintained his bent posture without moving and asked the first question.

"How did he say to you back then?"

Shen Jixing's brows and expression remained unchanged. "He didn't say much. We had an unpleasant quarrel at the time, and he didn't want me to have any entanglement with anyone."

Zhou Yili stared at his face and slowly said "Oh."

Then he asked the second question.

Shen Jixing had already guessed what Zhou Yili wanted to ask—was breaking up with him related to him.

But Zhou Yili did not voice it.

He used his finger to lightly rub Shen Jixing's chin, his brows focused and serious. "Was he very bad to you before?"

We entered the black room now:-(