Quick Wear: The yandere villain is confused by the host again

The night is as cold as water.

Chu Mo, who was lying on the bed, seemed to hear a moan.

As soon as I opened my eyes, 061's voice rang in my mind.

[Congratulations to the host, the influence value is +30, the current influence value is: 80. ]

What else could be the reason for the sudden surge?

No need to ask, he knows it.

As soon as I sat up from the bed, I heard a familiar sound of footsteps approaching from afar.

Unlike his usual calmness and composure, this time the opponent's steps sounded a little heavy.

It took longer than usual to get into his house.

"...brother?"

Chu Mo leaned against the head of the bed and looked at the other person.

"..."

Half of Chu Changyan's face was hidden in the darkness, and his eyes were darker than the night outside.

He walked step by step to the bed and then stopped.

There was a cool breeze and a faint scent of magnolia all over the body.

Tranquility and peace are the feelings this fragrance brings to people.

But at this moment, he looked very gloomy.

"Xue Qiong is dead."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his words were devoid of emotion.

Even a little scary.

"..."

Chu Mo slowly raised his eyes, looked directly into his eyes, and then smiled calmly:

"Is it."

"I killed him with my own hands."

Chu Changyan added another sentence.

From beginning to end, his eyes were fixed on Chu Mo's face.

"I know. You don't have to explain it to me."

Chu Mo said calmly.

"..." Seeing his reaction, Chu Changyan instantly understood something.

"You know...she's not your biological mother?"

He thought that Chu Mo would hate him and blame him.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt relieved.

really……

Chu Mo is so smart, he probably knew about this a long time ago.

"Ah."

Facing his question, Chu Mo nodded calmly.

The next moment, Chu Changyan suddenly pushed him down onto the bed.

Countless complex emotions surged in the other person's bottomless eyes, and his voice was incredibly low and hoarse.

"Why...why didn't you say so earlier?"

In the past ten years...he actually poisoned an innocent person by mistake.

When he discovered this fact, he suddenly felt extremely ridiculous.

revenge?

In the end...he was still wrong.

Under his shackles, Chu Mo lay quietly on the bed with his eyes slightly curved.

"Brother, I just noticed it recently. I didn't know it before."

"……real?"

Chu Changyan slowly narrowed his eyes.

He had long felt that Chu Mo, as a man who had been ill for more than ten years, knew a little too much.

The previous investigation still had no clue, but he knew that there was something unusual about the man in front of him.

But this frail body...is definitely related to him.

If he hadn't been poisoning people for more than ten years, he wouldn't have ended up lingering like this.

Looking at the person lying beneath him, with a thin face and without even a trace of struggle, his chest rose and fell faster and faster.

After knowing that this guy has no blood relationship with me at all...

For some reason, he seemed to feel inexplicably relaxed.

What followed... was an idea that became increasingly clear and firm.

"Didn't you ask me before...what I wanted to do after everything was over?"

The fingertips with thin calluses slowly stroked the slender and slightly cool wrist in the palm.

"Ok?"

Chu Mo blinked and looked at his face that was so close to him.

There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"…I've already thought about it."

Chu Changyan stared at him intently from top to bottom.

"From today on...you can't die."

After saying that, she pulled away and let go of his hand.

"You must...live well for me."

Whether it was the gaze still on Chu Mo's face or the tone of voice, both revealed an unresistable tone.

"?"

Chu Mo sat back calmly and said leisurely:

"But brother, given my current physical condition... do you think this is easy?"

The other party suddenly fell silent.

Then he stared at him and said word by word:

“No matter how difficult it is, you have to survive.”

……

Chu Changyan's thoughts were very much like a compensatory psychology that arose after he discovered that he had made the wrong target of revenge.

Only those who know him know that it doesn't make sense.

Because as usual, even if he was wrong, he wouldn't care.

Only this "third brother" seems to be treated specially.

After observing silently for a while, Ling Lan couldn't help but think.

"master……"

The next morning, he couldn't hold back his curiosity when he saw his master preparing to go to the Third Young Master again.

"Are you serious?"

The man in front of him paused, then slowly turned around.

Ling Lan was startled, and quickly lowered his head to explain: "What I mean is... the third young master's current condition is probably not optimistic. Even if you want to cure him, the poison..."

The poison has completely penetrated into the man's internal organs, and there is no room for recovery!

He just felt that there was no need for his master to do such a waste of time when he knew that it would most likely fail.

"..."

After hearing his words, Chu Changyan did not respond.

After a moment's silence, he suddenly said:

"Go and receive the thirty lashes yourself."

Then he left without looking back.

"..." Ling Lan's pupils trembled greatly, unable to believe it.

After the master left, the other two colleagues who had been hiding in the dark came up to him and patted his shoulders with emotion.

"You, what are you talking about?"

"That's right, how can you have any say in what our master wants to do?"

"..." Ling Lan's face fell and he turned around sadly.

"Got it. I'll go get the thirty lashes now..."

From now on, he dared not say anything more about the third young master.

……

One night later, Xue Qiong's body was found by servants who came to clean the house.

She was hanging on the beam in her room, and when she was let down, there was a circle of purple bruises on her neck.

Everyone just said that she hanged herself, no one dared to say anything else.

Although many servants had doubts in their hearts, this matter was not that simple.

But they were working in the Chu Mansion and had long known the consequences of gossiping, so naturally they did not dare to say anything careless.

In the end, Xue Qiong's death was determined to be suicide.

And the gold, silver and jewelry that she has collected over the years should naturally belong to Chu Mo.

But Chu Mo refused to take these things.

"No, I don't need it anyway."

When he heard Chu Changyan talk about this, he answered decisively.

"Besides, I don't want anything from a dead person."

"……Row."

Chu Changyan responded in a deep voice, then raised his hand again and brought the spoon of medicine to his lips.

"Open your mouth."

"what."

Chu Mo swallowed the medicine and smiled meaningfully.

When this man ran over to feed him medicine early in the morning, Baohai was shocked.

Before, Chu Changyan would at most come over to take his pulse and show some superficial concern, but he had never done such a thing.

After one night, something seemed to have changed.

Even someone as slow-witted as Bao Hai could feel it.

After Chu Mo finished drinking the bowl of medicine, Chu Changyan picked up the handkerchief on the bedside and wiped his mouth.

He didn't utter a word during the process and his expression was somewhat gloomy.

"I will send someone to contact the princess and ask her to help invite the imperial physician over."

"Ok?"

Chu Mo said with a half-smile: "Brother, do you still remember that you..."

When Princess Yaohua offered to help, he immediately and sternly refused.

Isn't this a blatant slap in the face?