Chapter 109 – The White Moonlight is Forcibly Loved by the Substitute 7

“Xiao Yu, you… don’t be angry. Of course I love you…”

Gu Qiyan was a little flustered. He looked at the hideous scars on his body and felt a suffocating tightness in his chest.

“So, what exactly are you going to do about Gu Yanfeng?”

Shuang Yu sneered and asked again. The latter fell into a deathly silence. With his silence, he gave his answer, his choice.

Shuang Yu lowered his eyes, his voice filled with exhaustion. “Forget it… I’m tired. You should go back. I want to be alone.”

“Then get some rest. I’ll come see you tomorrow,” Gu Qiyan forced a smile.

The latter didn’t respond, so he had no choice but to leave. Just as his hand touched the doorknob, Shuang Yu spoke from behind him.

“Gu Qiyan, you can’t even do something as simple as standing up for your lover. What else can I expect from you?”

Gu Qiyan’s hands clenched into fists. In the end, he said nothing and slammed the door as he left.

A thin, cold smile played on Shuang Yu’s lips as he lit another cigarette. He had long guessed that the other party intended to let the matter drop, and since he wasn’t the original host, he wouldn’t feel heartbroken. He had never placed his hopes in Gu Qiyan’s hands. After all, the original host’s wish included him personally dealing with Gu Yanfeng. Calculating the time, Gu Huai’s fiftieth birthday was coming up soon. On that day, he would give the Gu family a big gift!

His phone buzzed with a text message. A subordinate had bought him porridge and left it at the door. Shuang Yu got up, brought the porridge inside, ate it, took his medicine, and then lay down on the bed, drifting into a groggy sleep. He slept for a whole day. He was woken up by the heat.

“Xiao Ai, what’s wrong with my body?”

He asked in a hoarse voice.

[That… the Forbidden Drug Gu Yanfeng injected has addictive components. This is also why the original host was so determined to kill him…]

Xiao Ai stammered in reply.

Shuang Yu was silent for a long time before he asked through gritted teeth, “So, I’m going to be repeatedly tormented in the future?!”

[That’s right, my lord…]

Fuck!

Shuang Yu’s face flushed red, whether from anger or his physical condition. He thought of the original host. After his relationship with Gu Qiyan soured and they broke up, he was constantly surrounded by different people. Outsiders thought he was promiscuous and couldn’t control his lower body, and they naturally assumed this was the reason he and Gu Qiyan had grown apart. Because Gu Qiyan was disgusted by his body, the original host, to preserve a final shred of dignity for him, had never explained why he lived like a promiscuous person. Now Shuang Yu knew the truth. It wasn’t promiscuity.

It wasn’t until the sky began to lighten that he finally fell into a groggy sleep from exhaustion. For the next few days, Shuang Yu stayed true to his word, shutting Gu Qiyan out and staying home to recuperate. Gu Qiyan was at a critical juncture, busy trying to curry favor with Gu Huai, so he couldn’t come every day to beg for Shuang Yu’s forgiveness. He was also a bit annoyed that Shuang Yu didn’t understand his difficulties. After being turned away for two consecutive days, he simply stopped coming, planning to let their relationship cool down. Even at this point, he still believed that Si Shuang Yu would always be the first to give in.

With him not bothering him, Shuang Yu was happy to have the peace. He had his underlings run errands for him, bringing him food and drinks. Although the withdrawal symptoms didn’t flare up every day, when they did, it was torment enough. On a bright and sunny day, he went out.

“Brother Yu, where would you like to go?”

The subordinates, who had nearly choked on their own saliva, shook their heads like rattle-drums and quickly changed the subject.

“Let’s go to the slum where you found me last time,” Shuang Yu said after a moment of thought.

Once Gu Huai’s birthday was over, he would definitely break up with Gu Qiyan and leave this city. He had promised little Jingmo he would visit him, and since he was out today, he might as well go and say his final goodbye!

***

The slum.

Little Jingmo’s gambling-addict father had returned. He had been gone for a full month.

“Dad, you’re back…”

When little Jingmo saw him, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. He quickly put down the dry bread in his hand and got up to take off his shoes for him. The middle-aged man sat down on the floor as if it were his right, enjoying his child taking off his shoes and socks for him. He even got angry that he was too slow and kicked him away.

“Damn it, it’s because of you, you unlucky burden, that I keep losing!”

He raised his hand with a vicious expression, about to hit little Jingmo. Little Jingmo’s eyes filled with fear as he huddled into a ball, silently waiting for the fist to fall. Seeing his cowardly appearance, the man sneered, no longer bothering with the kid. The first thing he did after entering the house was to look for his cheap white liquor.

“You dog bastard, did you steal my liquor?!”

Discovering that one bottle was missing, the man questioned little Jingmo, his eyes bloodshot with rage. Little Jingmo didn’t dare to say he had used the liquor to save someone and could only stammer, “Dad, I… I didn’t drink it. I accidentally knocked it over when I was looking through the cabinet…”

Before he could finish, the man rushed over and kicked him, sending him flying.