eurekapd Chapter 142 He Who Doesn't Listen to the Rules
Chapter 142 He Who Doesn't Listen to the Rules
The lights in the living room and bedroom were still on.
Shen Yan pursed his lips and slowly untied the belt of his bathrobe.
Before Xie Yan could say anything, she heard the system chattering in her mind.
【Ahhh! What are you doing?! Is this inappropriate for children?! Is this inappropriate for children?! I can't watch this kind of thing! My database will be corrupted!!! I'm logging off!!!】
Xie Yan frowned slightly. "Then go ahead and download it. I didn't stop you."
The system urgently stated: "Those of us in this line of work can't voluntarily log off; we can only block our users from logging off."
Xie Yan fell silent.
The figure not far away had already untied his bathrobe, revealing a tall, fair body and faintly visible abdominal muscles.
"...Come to bed."
Shen Yan's throat bobbed, and he looked up to see the girl by the bedside with long, black hair. Her eyes were glancing sideways, filled with cold, watery light, and her posture was relaxed and relaxed, exuding a powerful yet languid aura.
He lifted his leg onto the foot of the bed and slowly moved in front of Xie Yan. His bathrobe became even more disheveled with his movements, unable to cover anything.
Xie Yan glanced at the scenery before her, then heard Shen Yan's eager voice, "Sister, shall we not turn off the lights today?"
His wet eyes seemed to have forgotten what Xie Yan was holding, filled with anticipation and excitement.
Xie Yan's eyes darkened; she had to admit that Shen Yan's seduction was somewhat effective.
At least Xie Yan went from initially ignoring him and not wanting to pay attention to him to wanting to hear him cry, the more pitiful and miserable the better.
She used to think Zhou Panpan's sexuality was strange, but now that she thinks about it, she's not much better.
I doubt you could find another person in the world who listens to her as much as she does.
"Both hands together."
Shen Yan obediently did as instructed.
Xie Yan used thin wire to tightly bind his wrists, and Shen Yan quietly let her do it.
"Sister, will this make you feel better?"
At this moment, Shen Yan was kneeling on the bed with his clothes disheveled and his hands bound. For some reason, there was a thin layer of sweat on his neck, and his face was fair and pink, making him look exceptionally delicious.
Xie Yan wore a slip dress, the silk fabric hugging her curves perfectly. She held a thick electrical wire in her hand, her eyes utterly calm.
"What do you think? I never imagined I'd be locked up at home one day, especially since you were the one who told me to hit you. I'm so angry and have nowhere to vent, so don't complain."
Knowing he was in the wrong, Shen Yan gave a low reply and said nothing more.
He slapped the knife a few times, then pursed his lips and remained silent, though the faint red marks on his chest were quite noticeable.
Xie Yan paused for a moment, then said, "Turn around."
She couldn't bear to watch anymore; Shen Yan's pitiful state of being at the mercy of others was too much to bear. But she hadn't calmed down yet, and her heart softened again.
Shen Yan obediently turned around, his back to her, revealing the smooth lines of his shoulders and arms, and his straight spine.
Xie Yan had just raised her hand when she stopped.
She moved closer and touched Shen Yan's shoulder with her other hand.
Shen Yan was bracing for the next wave of pain, but the expected pain did not come; instead, she felt a gentle touch.
The difference between expectations and reality was too great, and Shen Yan couldn't help but tremble.
Immediately afterwards, he heard Xie Yan's cold and sharp voice, "Where did you get this injury on your shoulder? You didn't have it before."
Because she always slept with the lights off, Xie Yan never noticed that Shen Yan had a scar on his back.
The scar isn't very long, but it's quite dark, so it must have been a deep wound at the time.
The scar has clear edges, like a stab wound from a sharp weapon.
Upon hearing this, Shen Yan paused, then slowly said, "I accidentally got it when I was arguing with someone."
"What dispute? Who was involved?"
At this point, Xie Yan lost interest in disciplining him and kicked him in the back. "Pull your clothes up and turn around to talk."
Shen Yan slowly turned around, but because his hands were bound in front of him, he was unable to pull up his bathrobe, making him look disheveled and confused.
Xie Yan had no time to consider whether his appearance was suitable for conversation; she only stared at his face inquisitively. "You got into a fight? With whom? It wasn't with your brother..."
It's no wonder Xie Yan overthinks things; it's because Shen Yan's intense jealousy makes her think so much.
Before she could finish speaking, she was about to get up to get her phone and call Xie Qingyu to ask him something, since she was currently offline and couldn't communicate directly with him.
However, the next second she was suddenly tackled by Shen Yan, who even with his hands tied together, it did not stop him from pressing Xie Yan onto the bed.
The boy, who had just been meekly accepting his fate, suddenly exploded, his eyes reddening, "Don't you dare call him!"
Shen Yan felt her rationality teetering on the brink of collapse. "I'm injured, why is he the first person you care about? Why is he always on your mind! Am I not obedient enough! What do you want from me!"
Xie Yan lay on her back on the bed, looking at the boy on top of her with red eyes and tears in them. She wasn't angry, but rather very calm. "Do you think I look like I'm being obedient in my current state?"
"Because my obedience cannot earn your wholehearted devotion."
A tear rolled down the tip of the boy's nose, brushed against Xie Yan's cheek, and landed by her ear. "Sister, don't force me."
He spoke with an overwhelming air, threatening words, yet his tone was clearly pleading.
Xie Yan felt extremely calm now. Not wanting to be swayed by Shen Yan's words, she asked calmly, "Okay, if it wasn't your brother, then who was it? Did you hurt someone? Do you even remember what my bottom line is?"
The law is the last line of defense.
If staying home these past few days could be considered a way to avoid disaster, Xie Yan could barely let it go. But if Shen Yan really did something irreversible like in the original story, she would truly...
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"It's Li Chuan."
“During the time you ignored me, he had people attack you, and I took care of them all.”
Shen Yan's voice was low and trembling, as if he was trying hard to make his voice sound normal.
“I bankrupted the Li family’s company and then acquired it. I also broke Li Chuan’s arms and legs, turning him into a cripple. I sent him to Southeast Asia so he would never be able to reincarnate. Now he’s probably living a life worse than death… no, maybe he’s already dead.”
"The Xie family hasn't been doing well lately either. I've used my connections to make sure no one in the business world dares to cooperate with them. They ganged up on you and humiliated you before, and I'm going to make sure the Xie family is destroyed as well."
"So, sister, do you think I'm scary? Or a stranger?"
"But this is the real me. I don't care about anything but you."
The wires binding his hands had somehow come loose, and Shen Yan broke free. He bent down and nuzzled Xie Yan's face against hers, his eyes red as he hugged her tightly.
He said it again.
"So, sister..."
"Don't force me."
Xie Yan was already numb.
It was like a bucket of ice water being poured over her head, chilling her to the bone, as if her blood had turned cold.
How frustrating!
She had already felt frustrated by her failed attempt to develop the robotic arm in the study that afternoon, but she never expected to feel even more frustrated now.
She asked herself honestly, whether it was ten years ago or now, she had been completely open and honest with Shen Yan, yet he peeled back the layers of pretense and still followed the path that the original story had laid out for him.
Old habits die hard.
Perhaps this path was already irreversible from the tragic experience he had when he was eight years old.
Hopeless.
If that's the case, then what is she still trying to do?
Taking him to the hospital, making sure he takes his medicine on time, paying attention to his emotional fluctuations, going along with him and coaxing him—what are all these compared to that?
She confidently went to confront Xie Qingyu, making naive and foolish promises repeatedly. What did that all mean?
In the end, she, as the older sister, couldn't see things as clearly as the inexperienced Xie Qingyu; she was too confident.
Shen Yan can't become a normal person at all.
Xie Yan was in a warm embrace, but inexplicably felt very cold.
She had never felt so disheartened.
For the first time, Shen Yan unleashed his dark side, forcefully restraining Xie Yan and waiting for her anger and struggle.
However, the person in his arms was like a piece of wood, motionless and silent.
After a long while, he finally couldn't help but look up and was shocked.
"Sister, you're crying."
The bedroom ceiling light was directly above the bed, and the light was incredibly bright. Even though Xie Yan was shrouded in Shen Yan's shadow, her tears still had nowhere to hide.
Xie Yan closed her eyes, her long, dark eyelashes damp with water. She bit her lower lip hard to keep quiet, but her eyes were red and tears rolled down her cheeks.
She was very sad.
Rationally, she knew she should get up and beat Shen Yan up before picking the lock and leaving, but she was really heartbroken.
She was completely exhausted; just suppressing her sobs had taken all her energy.
She really tried her best, but why did it turn out like this?
"Don't cry, don't cry..."
Shen Yan frantically comforted her. He rarely saw Xie Yan cry. She was usually calm and rational. The last time she cried so sadly was in the cemetery when he tricked her into looking for Yang Huiyun's tombstone.
It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, but as soon as Xie Yan heard his voice, she couldn't hold back anymore. To prevent herself from crying even more miserably, she bit her lip until it bled.
Upon seeing this, Shen Yan immediately reached out and grabbed Xie Yan's chin, forcefully pried open her teeth, and stuck his finger in it, causing her to bite and bleed.
He was already used to pain, so this level was nothing to him. He didn't even change his expression. He lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears from Xie Yan's eyes, murmuring tenderly, "Don't cry, sister, please, don't cry, I was wrong..."
The taste of blood spread across Xie Yan's tongue, and she couldn't tell whether the taste came from herself, Shen Yan, or a mixture of both.
But none of that matters anymore.
Perhaps crying really is a very physically demanding thing; Xie Yan felt so tired that she didn't even want to move a single finger.
After a long while, Xie Yan finally spoke, her voice hoarse.
Do you know what your words just meant?
At this moment, Shen Yan embraced Xie Yan tightly, kissing away the rest of her words, "Of course I know, I have no way out, sister..."
Their lips intertwined, creating a hazy, ambiguous atmosphere, but Xie Yan remained unresponsive.
The boy, shirtless, was throbbing with passion and breathing heavily. "Would you still like Shen Yan, who is so dark and disobedient?"
Xie Yan looked at him blankly and said, "Get lost."
Shen Yan smiled sweetly, her eyebrows curving upwards, "I like you too."
Then he lowered his head and deepened the kiss, moving downwards gently and devoutly.
Xie Yan suppressed the stinging and tingling sensations in her nose. Her breathing was erratic, her face was flushed, and her whole body felt weak.
She barely managed to muster a sliver of reason, raised her hand to Shen Yan's chest, and felt his body was incredibly hot to the touch, her voice trembling.
"I told you to get out, did you hear me?"
"I know, just relax, sister. Leave everything to me, I'll make sure you're comfortable..."
Xie Yan was so angry she wanted to slap him, but her posture and situation prevented her from doing so.
So she said the sentence she hadn't finished saying when she kicked Shen Yan out of the house last time.
"Shen Yan."
"Don't let me regret saving you."
Shen Yan's body trembled violently.
He suddenly looked up, his expression towards Xie Yan extremely terrifying.
When their eyes met, Xie Yan felt a chill run down her spine.
She felt as if she were looking into the eyes of a beast that was about to go berserk and tear everything apart.
Just as Shen Yan was about to break down and explode, he suddenly calmed down again.
His handsome features were even tinged with a hint of sinister intent, and his smile was cold and gloomy.
"Sister, I don't like the way you're looking at me right now."
Shen Yan covered Xie Yan's eyes with his tie.
When one loses the ability to see, other senses become exceptionally acute.
Hot breath fell on her ear, making half of Xie Yan's body go numb. A hoarse, deep male voice sounded close to her earlobe, "It's okay, it's too late to regret it now anyway."
"Sister, I will never let you leave me, never."
That night was incredibly difficult.
Xie Yan was caught between pleasure and pain, and the conflict between reason and emotion was about to tear her apart.
She couldn't control her physiological tears, and Shen Yan would patiently and gently lick them away again and again until they were completely gone.
Shen Yan absolutely loved this way of communicating with Xie Yan; it gave him the illusion that Xie Yan's heart and soul belonged only to him.
All her emotions, expressions, even her frowns, were solely because of him.
It was him, not anyone else.
Only him.
As dawn broke, Shen Yan suddenly seemed to remember something, his face darkening. He lowered his head, his voice soft, "Sister, has my brother seen you like this?"
Xie Yan's mind was already hazy and unable to think, but she still managed to catch some keywords. She was breathing heavily and in broken breaths.
"Shen Yan... I'll fuck your... ancestors... for eighteen generations..."
She's really lost all sense of propriety; she's now capable of uttering the most vulgar and offensive language.
She heard a strange, seductive, low laugh, and then Xie Yan knew nothing more.
When Shen Yan went berserk, she was several times more insane than usual, and holding on until dawn was her limit.
Perhaps Shen Yan also has a villainous aura; in any case, his energy is so boundless it defies the heavens.
When I opened my eyes again, I had no idea what time it was.
The lights were off, the curtains were drawn, and the room was completely dark, making it impossible to tell whether it was day or night.
Xie Yan's eyes were so swollen she could barely open them; she guessed they must have been swollen from crying yesterday.
However, as soon as she tried to move, she found that the soreness in her body was comparable to the first time, almost as if her bones had been disassembled and reassembled.
"……elder sister?"
A frighteningly hoarse voice whispered in my ear, asking in an incredibly gentle voice, "Are you awake?"
Xie Yan remained silent and did not move.
After waiting for a while and seeing that Xie Yan did not move, Shen Yan breathed a soft sigh of relief and gently kissed Xie Yan's forehead again, the movement so gentle that it was as if a cotton ball had touched her.
Shen Yan wanted to kiss him a second time after the first kiss, and a third time after the second...
As they kissed, the warm kiss took a turn for the worse.
Xie Yan couldn't help but move slightly.
"you're awake."
Shen Yan smiled broadly, "Good evening, sister."
Upon hearing this, Xie Yan realized that she had slept through the entire day again.