Too Much To Handle! The Canary Forced Love on The Grim/Vicious Villain - Chapter 7

Jiang Xu looked at him, all dressed up like a model, and asked:
“You’re going out?”

Si Yuhuai finally walked over to Jiang Xu, reaching out to touch his soft, delicate cheek. His pitch-black eyes carried a sharp, mocking glint:
“Probing into my schedule, then planning to sneak away while I’m gone? Which route were you going to take today?”

Jiang Xu: “…”

【Run away? There’s food, drink, and no need to work here. Only an idiot would run!】

With a serious expression, Jiang Xu shook his head—professional skills maxed out:
“No! I won’t run! I was just going to warm your bed for you.”

Si Yuhuai: “…”

Was this really the same Jiang Xu who had been trembling at the mere sight of him just a few days ago?

When the butler came downstairs, he saw Si Yuhuai’s hand still resting on Jiang Xu’s face.

He cleared his throat lightly and said, “Pardon the interruption, sirs. I just need to step out.”

Si Yuhuai withdrew his hand and left. Jiang Xu, hugging a fruit bowl, leaned on the banister and called after him:
“Honey, what time will you be back? Do you want me to prepare anything?”

Si Yuhuai turned back coldly, saying nothing at all.

As the man’s figure disappeared, Jiang Xu puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction.

He hadn’t forgotten this was a po novel. Even if he was just a stand-in, wasn’t he still supposed to do it big, do it bold when facing such an inhumane villain? And since Si Yuhuai hadn’t spelled out his preferences, how was Jiang Xu supposed to cooperate?

So troublesome.

Just then, the butler returned with a delivery.

Seeing Jiang Xu hugging an empty bowl, his expression froze for a moment before he smiled and said:
“Young Master Jiang, I’ve prepared some things for you. I’ll take them to your room now.”

The butler left after putting the box down, but when Jiang Xu opened it, he was utterly dumbfounded!

His cheeks grew warm, and his heartbeat sped up.

Poor him—single for over twenty years, and the moment he transmigrates, he’s thrown into something this wild.

Jiang Xu grabbed a fluffy tail accessory, his throat going dry.

As expected of a po novel—eighteen kinds of “weapons”…

The butler had basically bought him a whole armory! Each one more lethal than the last.

Jiang Xu felt a flicker of shame—but honestly, not much.

After all, this was just physical, not emotional. He didn’t mind.

And despite Si Yuhuai’s sinister, ruthless personality in the story, his face was exactly Jiang Xu’s type.

Completely different from that sleazy producer who once tried to take advantage of him!

Jiang Xu waited so long for Si Yuhuai that he eventually fell asleep on the bed, surrounded by “weapons.”

When he woke up in the middle of the night, he realized: even though they were married, they’d been sleeping in separate rooms this whole time.

What a reserved sponsor. That meant Jiang Xu had plenty of room to maneuver.

Glancing at the bedful of “equipment,” Jiang Xu decided he’d let Si Yuhuai pick his own preferences tomorrow.

Just then, a sharp crash of porcelain shattered the silence downstairs.

Jiang Xu sat up at once—it was already 1 a.m. He tensed, fear prickling his skin.

Back at the orphanage when he was little, one teacher used to keep them obedient by telling ghost stories at night. For the longest time, Jiang Xu couldn’t sleep without keeping his feet tucked under the blanket, terrified that a ghost would grab his ankles.

But then he thought—this was a po novel, not a horror one. Nothing to fear… right?

Yet to his surprise, the entire mansion was pitch black at this hour. Not even a night-light was left on.

Didn’t rich families usually like their homes brightly lit?

When Jiang Xu crept downstairs, he saw the butler standing silently in the dark like some ghostly figure.

Jiang Xu nearly screamed, but the butler swiftly covered his mouth.

“Shh.”

Following the butler’s gaze, Jiang Xu froze.

Not far away stood Si Yuhuai in his pajamas.

At his feet lay a shattered vase, and in his hand—one of the broken shards.

He seemed oblivious to pain, though bl00d was dripping freely from his hand.

Jiang Xu frowned in confusion.

What was he doing?

“Sleepwalking,” the butler whispered.

Sleepwalking?!

Jiang Xu had heard that you shouldn’t wake sleepwalkers, but could they really just let him hurt himself like this?

“Then what should we do?” Jiang Xu asked nervously.

The butler shrugged. “Three months ago, I came down for water and found him sitting on the balcony railing. If I hadn’t pulled him back, he would’ve jumped. That was the first time I discovered it—but who knows if it was really the first.

Half a month ago, he was holding a fruit knife and pacing the house all night. I stayed with him until dawn.”

No wonder the butler always looked so tired in the daytime—he had to keep watch at night.

And then, to add insult to injury, Si Yuhuai mocked him the next morning:
“Don’t old people need less sleep? Why are you always drowsy?”

Truly heartless.

Jiang Xu: “…”

No wonder the butler’s resentment felt stronger than a ghost’s.

Carefully, Jiang Xu stepped closer to Si Yuhuai.

Si Yuhuai’s eyes were wide open, his face completely blank.

Swallowing nervously, Jiang Xu reached for his clenched fist.

“Si Yuhuai?”

He gently grasped his wrist, then slid his own hand into Si Yuhuai’s palm, holding on softly.

“Si Yuhuai, are you tired? Do you want to sit down?”

He didn’t know if Si Yuhuai could hear him, but when Jiang Xu guided him toward the sofa, he followed willingly. His expression didn’t change, but at least he obeyed Jiang Xu’s lead.

The butler blinked in surprise, watching them settle onto the sofa.

Jiang Xu carefully removed the shard of glass from his hand.

The butler quickly brought over the first-aid kit, set a flashlight nearby, and began treating the wound.

Jiang Xu winced at the mangled flesh, noticing that Si Yuhuai’s hand was trembling.

So—even if his face was expressionless, he could still feel the pain.

Jiang Xu whispered: “Can you see clearly? Should I turn on the lights?”

“Don’t,” the butler said. “He’s afraid of the dark. He won’t allow it.”

Jiang Xu: “…”

“Afraid of the dark, yet he won’t let you turn on the lights? Does he… have a self-destructive streak?”

The butler gave Jiang Xu a look but said nothing.

Jiang Xu’s heart skipped.

So in the middle of the night, Si Yuhuai either tried to jump off balconies, wandered around with knives, or injured himself with porcelain shards. Did he really have self-destructive tendencies?

Jiang Xu felt like an invisible hand was squeezing his chest, and it wasn’t a pleasant feeling at all.

Once the butler finished bandaging the wound, he sighed:
“This is the best I can do for now. We’ll have to go to the hospital tomorrow. His psychiatrist has been waiting for him for over a month, but he refuses to go.”