The Sickly Omega Is No Longer Pretending to Be Good/Obedient - Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Ringing the Bell – “Shen Qiudu Will Never Be Wrong.” [Revised…]

Shen Qiudu was stunned. He had anticipated the exposure of any part of the plan, but the outcome he was absolutely certain of had now become the biggest problem.

He should have died, either crushed to bits by the car, drowned without a trace, or died with his eyes wide open in regret.

But why? Why wasn’t he completely dead? Why was he still here, looking at him with consciousness?

Shen Qiudu panicked. He didn’t know what he should do now—flee in a mess, or walk forward.

He had personally orchestrated his biological father’s death. No matter how evil or hateful the man was, Shen Qiudu couldn’t truly face this reality.

The man struggled desperately, using all his strength to move his body, much like a maggot parasitic in food that immediately loses its nutrients, inching forward.

He stretched his trembling finger toward Shen Qiudu. The thread of bl00d connection constantly pulled Shen Qiudu forward. Unconsciously, Shen Qiudu lifted his legs and walked toward him, step by step.

Behind him, Xu Zhouye’s incessant shouts could be heard: “Shen Qiudu! Are you fucking crazy! Where are you going!?”

Shen Qiudu’s ears were ringing, unable to hear anyone’s voice, merely walking forward like a puppet who had lost his soul.

Xu Zhouye had never intended to kill someone. For so many years, he hadn’t had the courage to raise a knife and finish off Father Xu. He only dared to lock him in the attic room, forcing him to look at the remnants left by his mother, driving him mad day and night.

He claimed this was the cruelest method he could devise, but in reality, he was just running away.

Xu Zhouye was adept at this—transferring his suffering onto others to alleviate his own pain. That was how he could survive.

Therefore, looking at Shen Qiudu’s stunned body now, a flash of insight struck him. He quickly got back into the car seat, locked the doors, floored the accelerator, and attempted to drive away rapidly, leaving this mess for Shen Qiudu.

Anyway, Shen Qiudu was never an important person in his heart, and it was impossible for Wen Jiangchu to stand up for such an insignificant, weak person.

Besides, he had done so many bad things to Wen Jiangchu, yet Wen Jiangchu had never said anything. This time, he believed it would be the same.

Xu Zhouye kept hypnotizing himself, and the car speed became faster and faster, as if everything would remain unchanged as long as he escaped this darkness.

But the next second, a violent collision sound came again. This time, Xu Zhouye and the car spun around the bridge surface for more than half a turn. His head heavily hit the steering wheel, bleeding profusely.

He managed to brake and stop, his body completely slumping. In his blurred consciousness, he saw a familiar figure.

It was Wen Jiangchu.

He had forced his car to stop, utterly fearless of death.

Wen Jiangchu violently smashed the car door open, his face gloomy, his eyes carrying an intense shadow. He no longer cared about their former friendship, easily lifting Xu Zhouye out and smashing him onto the ground.

Xu Zhouye groaned painfully and disgracefully, his body already battered. He opened his eyes in pain and saw a pair of custom-made black leather shoes before him.

“Wen Jiangchu, are you crazy?!”

“Xue Shan, take him away. We’ll decide what to do later when I return.”

As he spoke, Wen Jiangchu didn’t spare him a single glance; all his attention was focused on the small, huddled figure not far away.

However, Xu Zhouye was still unwilling to give up, using the last of his strength to grab Wen Jiangchu’s pant leg.

“Why… why are you doing this? Just for… a mere Shen Qiudu?”

“Did you just… try to kill me?”

“I never thought of killing you, and I never hated you.”

“If you hadn’t appeared here tonight, I would have treated everything as normal.”

Wen Jiangchu spoke in a deep voice, the pity in his lowered eyes looking at a wretch.

“Xu Zhouye, I endured you hating me and spreading rumors about me. My mother told me to be kind to you, and I tolerated you repeatedly because I didn’t want to make her sad.”

“We grew up together, and I know you’ve been through a lot, so I pretended as if nothing happened.”

“Do you think I don’t know what you’ve been doing behind my back?”

“My whereabouts, the hotel room I stayed in on business trips, every drink I was supposed to have—you knew beforehand. But I never interfered. I knew you wanted to step on me to survive.”

“But now you dare to make a move on Shen Qiudu. Are you tired of living? Using the same methods against me is enough, but you know I won’t give you a chance to drag Shen Qiudu into this.”

Xu Zhouye sneered, smiling grotesquely. “Wen Jiangchu, you’re used to acting like a good person, have you forgotten now?”

“But I still remember those things you did before… you should thank me for not telling Shen Qiudu.” He lowered his tone, staring sinisterly at Wen Jiangchu.

“They don’t know, but I know what kind of person you are deep down. You are darker and more rotten than me, just better hidden! Don’t think just because people flatter you and call you a few nice things, you’re truly a decent person.”

“Shen Qiudu has already been implicated by you! Wen Jiangchu, what’s the use of saying all this now?”

Due to talking so much, Xu Zhouye suddenly coughed a few times, his hoarse voice sharp and unpleasant.

Wen Jiangchu frowned in disgust, retracted his leg, and didn’t care at all as Xu Zhouye fell messily to the ground again.

“This is what he wanted to do. Using you to personally kill his father means his hands won’t be dirtied.”

Xu Zhouye’s heart stopped for a moment, his pupils contracting. Wen Jiangchu didn’t want to deal with this guy anymore and walked straight forward, leaving Xu Zhouye constantly cursing on the spot.

“Wen Jiangchu, why don’t you go die!”

“You should be hateful… just like me! Why… why are you allowed to become so good!”

Finally, Xue Shan couldn’t stand the noise and directly injected a dose of medicine, managing to control Xu Zhouye by himself and dragging him into the car to leave.

When Wen Jiangchu arrived beside Shen Qiudu, Shen Qiudu’s eyes were vacant. He stood before the man who only had one breath left, head bowed, entirely enveloped in shadow.

“…He still has one breath.”

Shen Qiudu opened his mouth, his dry throat failing to produce a sound at first. It was as if he was speaking to Wen Jiangchu, and also as if he was muttering to himself.

For some reason, Shen Qiudu’s emotions slowly stabilized when Wen Jiangchu was nearby. He tried to lower himself, but his weak legs couldn’t support the sudden gravity, causing Shen Qiudu to abruptly kneel on the ground.

With the suddenly shortened distance, the man’s bloody and blurred face became perfectly clear. He even seemed to have heard things, as the man’s slightly parted lips seemed to be calling his name.

“Qiudu… Qiudu…”

That call dragged Shen Qiudu back to that dark and lightless typhoon day. He saw the man kneeling before his hands as if worshipping a deity, taking the excised scent gland, his eyes never sparing a glance for the desperately struggling Shen Qiudu.

Shen Qiudu completely lost the strength to think, not knowing where to put his hands or where to look, his cold, stiff body exposed to the air.

Suddenly, the familiar scent of Silene [Qu Mai] completely enveloped him, aggressively occupying everything around him.

His trembling back was tightly embraced. For the first time in such a helpless scenario, Shen Qiudu had someone to lean on.

Wen Jiangchu used the difference in their body size to gently rest his chin in Shen Qiudu’s shoulder hollow. One strong, thick arm encircled Shen Qiudu’s waist, and the other hand rose to carefully cover his eyes.

This sudden darkness was warmer than any other time.

“Wen Jiangchu… I killed him…”

“I was so looking forward to this day, but why, when I see him die… don’t I feel happy?”

“Did I… do something wrong?”

Shen Qiudu couldn’t hold on any longer and completely softened, feeling Wen Jiangchu’s unconcealed protectiveness.

At the edge of his collapsing reason, he, as if insane, wished Wen Jiangchu would hold him tighter, much tighter.

To let Shen Qiudu feel that he still existed.

Reality fulfilled Shen Qiudu’s wish, or perhaps, anything Shen Qiudu desired would never be denied.

Wen Jiangchu tightened his embrace, moved his body, and leaned his lips against Shen Qiudu’s scent gland, lightly rubbing it. Then he released pheromones to soothe Shen Qiudu’s emotions.

Only after the person in his arms had stabilized did he lean his head against Shen Qiudu’s, letting their warm skin rub against each other.

“No, Qiudu, it wasn’t you.”

“He killed himself.”

“Our Qiudu didn’t do anything, and he will never be wrong.”

Shen Qiudu’s body flinched, but it only brought him closer to Wen Jiangchu. The mesmerizing aura intensified.

“Qiudu, seeing him dead, do you want to forgive him?”

Wen Jiangchu’s eyes darkened subtly, his tone remaining flawlessly gentle. Even if Shen Qiudu hadn’t dealt with this man, he would have done it for him.

He would never allow any person or event unfavorable to Shen Qiudu to appear near him.

“But Qiudu, if you forgive him, everything you’ve suffered will be considered your own fault by others.”

Wen Jiangchu gently guided Shen Qiudu, preventing him from being deceived by the illusion before him.

In his heart, there was a reason for everything Shen Qiudu did. Even now, it was his father’s just deserts.

Such a cunning villain couldn’t even let Qiudu find peace in his final moments.

Such a person should have died painfully and silently to partially atone for the sins he committed, not appear here to cause distress.

It was only because Shen Qiudu had his own plan that Wen Jiangchu followed his wishes. He worried that his rash intervention would negatively affect Shen Qiudu.

Shen Qiudu’s eyes were covered, but he could feel Wen Jiangchu slipping a sharp, cold small knife into his palm.

Wen Jiangchu’s whispers in his ear were like courage given by a lover. He unreservedly entered Shen Qiudu’s world, gripping his wrist and pulling him out of the abyss.

“Qiudu, I will help you end all this. Are you willing?”

After the words, there was a long silence.

But in the end, Shen Qiudu suddenly raised his hand and fiercely plunged the knife into the man’s heart.

He had never felt so strong.

On that night long ago, Shen Qiudu was powerless and couldn’t pick up a knife to fight him.

Because he was scared and terrified then; he was just a youth longing for a father’s love.

But the hatred accumulated over the years became the blade today, completely killing the devil who had trapped him in a cage.

It turned out that this man was never as tall as Shen Qiudu had imagined.

It turned out he had always been so insignificant.