Chapter 126: Laughing at what, for heaven's sake? Where is my wife?

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Boyu held the needle tip close to Shen Jixing. Outside the window, shadows flickered below the building, but he showed no fear, his tone almost gentle as he said, “Be obedient.” “Take a nap, and we’ll be in Tuscany.” Shen Jixing’s heart tightened. He looked at the needle’s sharp tip gleaming under the moonlight, fully aware that the moment it pricked him, he would lose consciousness completely. He would also miss the only chance to escape. But Boyu wouldn’t give him any opportunity to argue. As the needle neared his neck, Shen Jixing deliberately extended his wrist. “Go ahead.” Boyu paused, uncertain of what game he was playing. “Have you finally learned to behave?” Shen Jixing glanced coolly at the needle, showing no sign of surrendering even halfway. He said simply, “You’ve always misunderstood me deeply.” The word “obedient” rarely applied to Shen Jixing. His pale, weak face belied the sharpness in his voice, each word striking Boyu like a blade. “I just have faith in him. Even if I fall into a deep sleep,” he continued, “the person I see when I wake up definitely won’t be you.” “...” The bodyguard’s expression was stunned. “Damn it.” The young master dared say this now? Wasn’t this like dancing in a minefield? Sure enough, Boyu’s face darkened instantly. “A provocation?” Shen Jixing forced himself to lift his arm. “Do as you wish.” He seemed truly exhausted, as if his strength had completely drained. The lingering effect of the anesthetic made his face pale, like a butterfly ready to fall from great heights at any moment. The bodyguard covered his mouth and whispered into Boyu’s ear, “Sir, the young master still seems under the drug’s influence. Would another injection just waste time?” The master was busy boasting, completely forgetting that a person asleep couldn’t pass security checks. Boyu seemed not to hear, and after a moment of silence, he tossed aside the anesthetic. “Let’s go.” They moved to another location, taking a hidden elevator down to the basement. From above came the faint sound of a door being forced open— Shen Jixing instinctively raised his eyes, then heard Boyu’s voice. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking. Stay awake and watch that nouveau riche leave disappointed.” The basement’s layout was much like the floor above. It was a secure base Boyu had established early in his rise to power for protection.

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Boyu locked Shen Jixing in a room. Seeing him barely able to stand, a flicker of complex thoughts crossed his eyes. In truth, he didn’t want to be harsh with Shen Jixing. “Why is it so hard to take you away when you’re supposed to be mine?” Back then, he had simply reached out casually, and Shen Jixing had obediently followed. “Want to know why?” Shen Jixing sat on the sofa, looking at him. Boyu wanted to know—wanted to understand what was on their minds. Why, from a certain moment, could they never return to how things were before? Why did they suddenly hate him so intensely? Boyu rolled his wheelchair up to him. “Speak.” Shen Jixing slowly lifted his eyes to meet his. “Because—” He grabbed a vase on the table, smashed it, then held a dripping shard against Boyu’s neck. “As long as I don’t want to, no one can take me away.” Shen Jixing showed no signs of being under anesthesia. He trapped Boyu in the wheelchair and moved toward the door. “Open it.” The bodyguard was once again stunned. “M-Master...” Boyu’s expression was unusually calm, even anger turning to a bitter smile. “You’re really acting. I was still soft on you, Ah Xing.” Shen Jixing calmly asked, “Have you ever actually been soft?” His gamble was never on Boyu’s mercy, but on his obsession and control. Boyu suddenly laughed, letting the shard draw blood. “Do you hate me?” Shen Jixing’s steps faltered. Boyu always managed to tear at their conscience, trapping them forever with so-called gratitude. Shen Jixing had long struggled with himself. “I don’t hate you.” Before a smile appeared on Boyu’s face, Shen Jixing said calmly, “But I really dislike you, sir.” Boyu’s smile vanished. Shen Jixing’s palm was soaked in blood, yet he seemed unfazed by the pain. “I have never blamed you for every wound you’ve given me; I am forever grateful for your salvation and upbringing. But if I had known such a terrible scene would happen twice...” The crimson stains spread over everything. Shen Jixing said, “Maybe I would rather never have held your hand.” Boyu’s eyes turned fully red, his words barely squeezed out, “You would rather have died that winter night than come with me?” Shen Jixing’s answer was one Boyu never expected. “Haven’t I already died once?” “...” Shen Jixing slowly released his grip, dropping the shard to the floor. “I told you, but you seem to have forgotten, because you never really listen to me or Mu Si.”

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“Sir, I never wait for anyone to save me.” Shen Jixing’s first choice was always self-rescue. In that moment, Boyu seemed to recall something he once said from the tangled memories. “The one who wants to break fate and cut the chains has always been myself.” The shard, stained with both their blood, clattered to the floor. Boyu did not stop him from leaving his sight, and the bodyguards did not move to pursue without Boyu’s order. Out of selfishness—they were actually fans of Yiyi Xingguang. “Sir...” “Sometimes I just don’t understand,” Boyu murmured drowsily, “why I can never be anyone’s first choice?” Yet it was always him who was pushed forward. “Sir, maybe... you haven’t treated the young master well.” No one liked being locked in the basement for no reason, getting hurt all over, and then having to smile and forgive while continuing to worship him respectfully. The bodyguards never understood this. Until Boyu shouted angrily, “What’s wrong with that? If you make mistakes, don’t learn, don’t obey, you deserve punishment!” The bodyguards were speechless. Boyu never thought his way of teaching was wrong. “I got through it this way, why can’t he?” “...” For a moment, the bodyguards dared not speak. The terrifying thing was Boyu never saw his behavior as flawed. The bodyguard could only quote what a former guard had said, “Sir, Mr. Mu asked me to tell you: first heal, then love.” Boyu seemed not to hear and returned directly to his room. Heal first, then love. But what if his illness was incurable, no one could save him? What if there was no one in this world who loved him? The cold smile at Boyu’s lips deepened, his amber eyes almost completely overtaken by red. Shen Jixing and Mu Si would rather die than stay with him. He could no longer contain himself and burst out laughing. Then the passage connecting to the upper floor was kicked open, and a tall, agile figure jumped down from the second floor. He kicked Boyu’s wheelchair and said, “Laugh all you want, where’s my wife?”