The Abused Villain is Always Obsessed with Me - Chapter 15

The resident singer’s performance time arrived, and the bar erupted into a cacophony of noise.

People around Feng Hechi tried to strike up conversations, forcing him to press his phone tightly against his ear just to hear the other end.

Naturally, he couldn’t detect the unusual tone in Lu Cang’s voice.

“I’m outside. I won’t be back until midnight.”

Just then, a customer placed an order. Feng Hechi wedged the phone between his ear and shoulder, freeing both hands to grab a glass and tools to mix a drink.

A few seconds of silence followed.

“Are you at the club again?”

Feng Hechi’s brow furrowed slightly. Did Lu Cang really think he was that idle, spending all his time in such places? But recalling the original owner’s debts, he couldn’t entirely blame Lu Cang’s suspicion.

“I’m not that free.”

Despite this, Feng Hechi couldn’t be bothered to explain further. Repaying the money was ultimately none of Lu Cang’s business, especially since it was a busy night with customers pouring in. A few more words and he’d be buried under a pile of orders.

“It’s late. Go to sleep. Don’t call unless it’s important.”

After hanging up, Feng Hechi casually tossed his phone into the drawer beneath the bar counter.

Lu Cang stared at the phone as it automatically returned to the home screen after the call ended. His expression darkened, and his fingers slowly tightened around the device.

After an indeterminate amount of time, he finally stood up and returned the phone to the drawer in the table.

By the time Feng Hechi finished work, the eastern horizon was already beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

The bar typically opened after 8 PM and closed before 5 AM. Now, in early autumn, the days were growing longer. As Feng Hechi stepped out of the bar, he felt an inexplicable sense of being in another world.

By the time he arrived home, it was nearly 6 AM.

Feng Hechi pushed open the door to find Lu Cang sitting on the sofa, staring out the window, lost in thought.

Hearing the door open, Lu Cang glanced over, his face expressionless.

The original owner of the house had forbidden Lu Cang from using the sofa, but Feng Hechi found this rule absurd and pointless. Furniture was just furniture; there was no need to use it to assert dominance. He had told Lu Cang that he was free to use the sofa whenever he wasn’t home, since Lu Cang would never approach him when he was present.

Even so, Feng Hechi had never seen Lu Cang sit on this sofa, as if an invisible barrier surrounded it.

This was the first time.

As Feng Hechi entered, Lu Cang stared directly at him, meeting his gaze without hesitation.

Then, he stood up and walked toward him.

“You’re up early,” Feng Hechi said, his eyes fixed on Lu Cang.

Hearing this, Lu Cang grinned, his lips curving upward, but his eyes remained devoid of warmth. He stood before Feng Hechi, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

Feng Hechi frowned and took two steps back, creating distance between them. He sensed something unsettling about Lu Cang’s demeanor—his eyes were hollow and lifeless, yet seemed to conceal turbulent currents, ready to erupt at any moment.

Could he be planning to stab me again?

After sizing him up, Lu Cang turned away, grabbed his backpack from the table, and brushed past Feng Hechi.

By the time Feng Hechi turned back, Lu Cang had already vanished around the corner of the staircase.

Feng Hechi glanced at the clock on the wall. It was just past six.

Zhuo Ying yawned as she entered the classroom through the back door. Seeing the room still pitch-black, she nodded in satisfaction.

As expected, I’m the first one here today.

She reached up and flipped the switch for the back row of lights on the wall. Turning around, she startled at the figure in the corner.

“Lu Cang? What are you doing here so early?”

The figure, who had been staring out the window with his chin propped in his hand, turned his head and glanced at her.

“You’re here pretty early too.”

“Duh, I’m on duty today, of course I have to come early. What’s your excuse?”

As she spoke, Zhuo Ying walked over to Lu Cang, dropped her backpack, and met his gaze. She recoiled at the sight of his bloodshot eyes.

“What’s wrong with your eyes? Did you not sleep at all last night?”

Zhuo Ying, a frequent all-nighter herself, could tell at a glance from Lu Cang’s exhausted demeanor and bloodshot eyes that her guess was spot-on.

“Yeah, you’re pretty sharp,” Lu Cang replied flatly, closing his eyes wearily and gently pressing his index finger against his eyeball.

Zhuo Ying leaned closer. “What happened? Were you studying all night? That doesn’t sound like you.”

“Just couldn’t sleep,” Lu Cang said dismissively, glancing at the clock on the wall. “I’m going to nap for a bit. Wake me when the teacher gets here.”

“Ah? Oh, okay.”

Lu Cang closed his eyes and buried his face in his folded arms. His eyes ached with fatigue, but his mind remained stubbornly alert.

After hanging up the phone last night, he hadn’t slept a wink, intending only to wait and see when Feng Hechi would return.

He never imagined he’d still be waiting until morning.

When he passed Feng Hechi this morning, he caught a faint whiff of alcohol. But it couldn’t have been Feng Hechi’s; in the past, when Feng Hechi returned home after carousing at clubs, the reek of alcohol on him was so strong it could be detected from three meters away.

The noisy crowd he’d heard last night suggested Feng Hechi had been in a particularly lively place.

A bar?

But Feng Hechi had never frequented such places before.

Young couples, both male and female, dominated those environments, especially when the surroundings were excessively noisy. Feng Hechi despised such places; he preferred clubs where he could summon a retinue of hostesses to fawn over him.

What was he doing at a bar?

Wasn’t the debt he’d racked up at the clubs enough? Was he planning to accumulate even more external debt?

After returning that night, his heart had been consumed by extreme rage and hatred, his mind fixated solely on killing Feng Hechi and making him pay with his life.

When he picked up the knife, he had fully prepared himself for the possibility of being killed in turn by the enraged Feng Hechi.

To him, that would have been a release.

He had indeed failed to kill Feng Hechi, but Feng Hechi hadn’t retaliated. Instead, he had stopped him from taking his own life.

He had truly changed.

His mind grew increasingly hazy. Staying up all night was too much for a high school student. Lu Cang’s eyelids grew heavy, and he drifted into a deep sleep.

The scene before him blurred and sharpened. When Lu Cang regained awareness, he found himself standing in their old rented apartment from several years ago.

Hearing voices nearby, he turned to see his mother, looking several years younger than he remembered, sitting on the sofa. A man had his arm around her, and they were teasing each other like any ordinary couple.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, his mother sat up straight.

“Xiao Cang will be getting out of school soon. I need to go pick him up.”

“Aiya, the teachers are there anyway. What’s the harm in making him wait a little longer?” Feng Hechi, looking younger, chuckled and reached for his mother’s hand, pulling her back into his arms with casual ease.

“That won’t do. Xiao Cang is still little and gets scared easily. I’m going to get him now. You stay here and wait for me, okay?”

As she rose, dressed, and left, Lu Cang’s gaze followed her until the door closed. When he turned back, he saw the man on the sofa’s face instantly turn cold. He let out a disdainful snort before lazily flopping back onto the sofa, his expression indifferent to everything.

The scene blurred again. When Lu Cang’s vision cleared, he found himself standing outside an operating room.

A crimson light hung outside the operating room, surrounded by a cacophony of footsteps and the faint sound of weeping.

The operating room door opened again, and a doctor in a white mask emerged, shaking his head at Lu Cang and Feng Hechi, who were waiting outside.

Before Lu Cang could speak, Feng Hechi suddenly erupted into a loud wail and rushed toward the gurney being wheeled out. Lu Cang followed closely behind, watching as Feng Hechi knelt beside the gurney, sobbing uncontrollably and clutching his mother’s hand tightly.

Lu Cang stepped forward and saw his mother, still barely conscious, forcing a weak smile. She struggled to speak, her voice muffled as if trapped behind a membrane, but Lu Cang had already etched her words from that day into his heart. Even without sound, he knew what she was saying.

Live well together, you and Feng Hechi.

Lu Cang tugged at the corner of his mouth, feeling only bitter irony.

How could they ever live well together?

The scene shifted again, and Lu Cang found himself in the dilapidated stairwell.

The windowpane was long shattered, and a mercilessly frigid wind howled through the empty frame.

Lu Cang was wearing only a thin thermal shirt. With the temperature outside plummeting to minus twenty degrees Celsius, his hands had long gone numb.

Lu Cang shuffled upstairs and tentatively knocked on the door. A man’s furious curses immediately erupted from within.

Lu Cang couldn’t recall what he had done to anger Feng Hechi, but it couldn’t have been anything serious.

He retreated down the stairs and curled up by the window at the corner, hugging his knees to his chest.

He’d rather be here than in that repulsive house.

Closing his eyes and leaning against the wall, he wished Feng Hechi would just disappear.

The howling north wind and the man’s angry shouts seemed to vanish. When Lu Cang opened his eyes again, he found himself in unfamiliar surroundings.

He appeared to be in a large office building.

People hurried past, clutching files or talking on their phones, each absorbed in their own tasks.

Lu Cang began to wander aimlessly through the building, unnoticed by anyone. Eventually, he reached a door and glanced up at the sign on the wall: “President’s Office.”

After staring at the words for a moment, Lu Cang reached out, turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open.

The office’s decor was understated yet luxurious, and the paintings on the walls were clearly expensive at a glance.

Lu Cang expressionlessly surveyed the room’s furnishings before shifting his gaze to the center of the room.

His breath caught in his throat.