PFC Chapter 117 Pack your bags and get out of my house!
Chapter 117 Pack your bags and get out of my house!
The boy's kiss, filled with vicious anger, rained down upon them.
He had no experience or skill, and could only imitate Xie Yan's actions that day, licking and biting fiercely while shedding large tears.
Xie Yan's hands were pinned above her head by his crossed arms. She blushed and tried to struggle, but Shen Yan's strength was astonishing when he got serious, and she couldn't break free for a moment.
She strained so much that she could hardly breathe, and then a nameless fire rose within her, so she stopped struggling and turned her attention to the battle of their lips and tongues.
Like a battle, there was no ambiguity or tenderness that a kiss should have. She was panting heavily, and her lips were merciless, the metallic taste of blood spreading on her tongue.
It was impossible to tell whose blood it was, or perhaps it was because neither of them would give in, and both had bitten their lips, causing their blood to mingle.
In the midst of their fierce fight, the boy suddenly shifted his position and quickly bit Xie Yan's already hot neck, leaving a sharp tooth mark.
Like a wild beast marking its prey, it bit through the tender flesh, causing thin streaks of blood to seep out.
Xie Yan suddenly felt a sharp pain and let out a muffled groan. With a surge of strength from who knows where, perhaps due to a rush of adrenaline, she broke free from Shen Yan's grasp.
She slapped the boy across the face with a crisp, forceful blow, making him turn his head to the side.
"Enough! What the hell are you doing, going crazy in the middle of the night?!"
Xie Yan rarely loses her temper or swears in front of anyone other than Xie Qingyu. She is always rational and calm, and she can handle even the most outrageous situations with composure.
But today was just too outrageous, and she couldn't calm down.
The boy, who had lost control of his emotions, was stunned by the beating. It took him a long time to come to his senses before his face turned pale.
What did he do?
The girl, slumped on the sofa, had bloodstains on the corner of her lips that she didn't know who had written on them. She raised her hand to cover her neck, her face flushed with anger, and her eyes were brimming with tears.
Her chest heaved violently as she gasped for breath, as if she were extremely angry, and her face showed an expression that Shen Yan had never seen before.
It turns out that Xie Yan's gentle and beautiful face can be so cold and terrifying when she puts on a serious expression.
Shen Yan stared at her blankly, his face deathly pale. He abruptly stood up and took a step back, his lips trembling as he stammered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it..."
Xie Yan immediately sat up. The inexplicable guilt she had felt earlier had been completely dispelled by Shen Yan's actions. She felt so angry that her stomach was churning and aching.
Her eyes were red with anger. "Then what do you mean? Shen Yan, what right do you have to treat me like this? Who are you to me? Do I need your permission to go on a blind date?! Just because you like me doesn't mean I have to like you back!"
Shen Yan's lips were covered in wounds and blood. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. His pale face was streaked with tears, making him look incredibly pitiful, as if the domineering person from just moments ago wasn't him at all.
Xie Yan had long known that he was a two-faced, scheming man, but in their recent interactions, she had been slowly and patiently taken care of by him, and she almost fell for his obedient and sweet appearance again.
Shen Yan is incredibly cunning. At only eighteen years old, he uses his vulnerability to gain sympathy and gradually encroach on her private space.
He then used his mature and considerate nature to lure her in, and even Xie Yan, who knew the plot and character settings in advance, was almost fooled.
She had excitedly packed so much food, thinking she would eat it with Shen Yan when she got back. She even imagined the boy eating while acting cute, and who knows, he might suddenly pounce on her and hug her.
She's really crazy to fantasize about such a warm and happy scene.
Stripped of his docile sheep's skin, Shen Yan is nothing but a man-eating wolf!
The boy, his eyes red-rimmed, shook his head and murmured, "I didn't ask you to like me, I just didn't want you to go on blind dates..."
Xie Yan laughed in anger. She felt that her mind was very clear now. In the beginning, she wanted to find a boyfriend because she was eager to find a man to quench her thirst, so that she wouldn't blush and have her heart race or even have wet dreams about this little brat in front of her all day long.
But it seems that this idea has had some effect, at least it allowed her to see the most authentic side of Shen Yan.
“Listen carefully, I have no interest in a kid like you who hasn’t even grown his first hair. I’d rather go to a nightclub and order a male escort than order someone like you. Got it? Now, pack your bags and get out of my house.”
The boy shuddered violently, his expression one of utter panic. He shook his head repeatedly, his eyes filled with tears, his face marked with a red handprint, and his voice trembled and choked with sobs, looking utterly miserable and pitiful.
"...No, sister, please don't send me away. I was wrong, I'm so sorry, I was really wrong. I promise I'll never throw a tantrum again. You can meet with anyone and do whatever you want, I promise I'll behave, please..."
Shen Yan's flustered, helpless, and tearful appearance was truly beautiful and captivating, almost like a bewildered and pitiful male fox spirit. No one could harden their heart and say "no" to such a face.
Xie Yan's gaze swept over his face twice.
The boy immediately felt a glimmer of hope. He stepped forward like a small animal, gently tugged at the sleeve of Xie Yan's long dress, pursed his blood-stained lips until they turned white, and looked at her with a fearful hope, as if Xie Yan could decide his life or death with just a word.
He tried to whine in a pitiful voice, "Sister—"
"roll."
Xie Yan looked at him expressionlessly, her eyes icy cold. "Don't make me say it a third time."
That gaze was as sharp and cold as a knife, making Shen Yan feel as if the blood in his body had turned completely cold in an instant.
He was deathly pale, as if he had been sentenced to death, and took two steps back in a daze.
Xie Yan frowned, looked away from the boy, and stared at the vegetables that had been smashed to pieces on the floor. She could no longer feel sorry for the vegetables.
She felt more sorry for herself; her lips and neck still hurt. Shen Yan was like a dog, sharp-tongued and biting.
"Clean up the floor and then disappear from my sight. I don't want to see you."
After saying that, Xie Yan turned around and went back to her bedroom, slamming the door shut.
Almost instantly, Xie Yan felt all her strength drain away. She collapsed onto the bed, closed her eyes, and didn't want to think about anything. She was so exhausted that words couldn't describe it.
After a long while, they finally heard rustling sounds outside the door, which must have been Shen Yan cleaning up the mess on the floor.
The sound seemed to be ringing in Xie Yan's ears, making her extremely irritated.
Today was truly chaotic and tumultuous. Xie Yan lay on the bed with her eyes closed for a long time, still unable to calm herself down.
On one hand, she was angry, angry at Shen Yan's impulsiveness, domineering nature, and dark side.
On one hand, Xie Yan was afraid that she might actually be a little tempted.
She barely spoke a word to those men during her meal today. When she was packing up the food, she was thinking about Shen Yan, and even looked forward to seeing his smiling and obedient face.
If Xie Yan still can't react in time, then she's wasted her brain.
She seems to genuinely like Shen Yan a little.
Xie Yan's heart was pounding. She was both angry and scared. When she faced her own heart and seriously considered the situation, she realized that if Shen Yan had just pretended for a few more days, maybe even less than a week, she would probably have agreed half-heartedly, and everything would have fallen into place.
How terrible.
She, a 28-year-old adult, was completely fooled by a little kid.
Just then, a familiar cell phone ringtone rang, interrupting Xie Yan's thoughts.
She sat up and realized that her phone was still lying on the living room sofa, so she opened the door with a cold face and went out to get it.
The slender boy stood with his back to her, holding a rag, kneeling on the ground with his head down, wiping brick by brick, earnestly and quietly, without saying another word.
Xie Yan picked up her phone and turned to go back inside, but a casual glance from her made her feel irritated again.
It felt like just yesterday that she had seen Xiao Shenyan, still limping, being ordered by the heartless director to wipe the cafeteria floor in the orphanage.
Back then, he was just like he is now, silently kneeling on the ground wiping away the pieces one by one, without saying a word.
The two figures, one large and one small, seemed to overlap across ten years, appearing equally lonely and pitiful.
The phone had stopped ringing sometime earlier. Xie Yan stood at the bedroom door, her fingers clenched so tightly that her fingertips turned white.
It started again.
This guy knows she's soft-hearted, so he's started playing the victim again.
"That's enough, you can go now."
Xie Yan had calmed down considerably by this time, and her voice was also very calm.
The slender figure paused for a moment, then slowly got up.
Shen Yan's knees were in excruciating pain, a dense, needle-like pain that had almost made him numb.
He turned around, no longer crying so much, but with his eyelids lowered, his thick, long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under the light, trembling slightly.
"……it is good."
When Shen Yan first arrived, he didn't have much luggage; a suitcase and a backpack were all he had.
He dawdled as he packed his suitcase, not saying a word, but it was clear he was just killing time.
It was already one in the morning, and it was so cold outside, but Shen Yan still held onto a glimmer of hope. He thought, what if Xie Yan would soften her heart and let him stay another night?
However, the next second, a cold voice shattered his ridiculous hope.
"Hurry up, let's part ways amicably, don't make me regret it—"
Xie Yan paused halfway through her sentence, frowned, as if realizing that her words were inappropriate, and said, "Don't make me hate you."
Upon hearing this, a desperate, self-deprecating smile finally appeared on the boy's face.
"it is good."
Shen Yan left.
He had cleaned the room thoroughly, but Xie Yan felt chaotic and oppressed standing inside.
She irritably scanned the room and noticed a red thing on the floor next to the coffee table.
She walked over, picked it up, and saw that it was a familiar little red brocade pouch, exactly the same as the amulet she had previously lost somewhere.
Shen Yan was feeling lonely. He had just gone downstairs with his suitcase when he received a call from Xie Yan.
His numb eyes flashed with disbelief upon seeing the contact name, and he immediately answered the phone with immense joy, "Hello? Sister..."
"look up."
Shen Yan looked up and saw Xie Yan holding up her phone by the third-floor window. She was backlit and tossed something out of the window.
The next second, a small object wobbled down from above and landed lightly in front of Shen Yan.
To put it bluntly, that "Peaceful Blessing" was just a piece of cloth wrapped around a piece of paper. It was so light that it made no sound when it fell to the ground, and it couldn't even crush a blade of grass.
But Shen Yan felt like he was being hit so hard he could hardly breathe.
"Your things weren't properly packed, here you go."
After saying that, Xie Yan hung up the phone without waiting for Shen Yan's reply, and then turned around and drew the curtains.
Her eyes and brows seemed to hold frost and snow, exuding a clear and cold aura.
Her emotions, which had calmed down somewhat, surged again when she saw the amulet.
Xie Yan still remembers that Shen Yan gave her this amulet at the beginning, in order to capture her as a strange ghost and interrogate her.
I can't believe I actually like such a deep and cunning person.
Xie Yan, you've really lost your mind.
The boy downstairs stood there, stunned, for a long, long time.
After a long while, he raised his indifferent eyebrows and eyes, his dark, heavy eyes revealing no emotion.
The boy stepped on it, treating what he had knelt thousands of times to obtain as trash, and then left.
Neither of them could sleep that night.
It's often said that the stomach is an organ of emotions, and Xie Yan truly understands that now.
She had a stomachache all night and couldn't sleep.
Fortunately, Monday was the second day of the week, so she was able to catch up on some sleep in the morning.
When Xie Yan went to school in the afternoon, she hurriedly wrapped herself up extremely tightly.
The more beautiful Xie Yan looked yesterday, the more casually she dressed today.
She wore a thick sweater, a scarf around her neck to completely cover the bite marks from last night, and a mask to hide the small cut on the corner of her lip.
Even with all her protective gear, she couldn't hide her very obvious dark circles.
In the afternoon, Xie Yan sat alone in the back row, trying to concentrate on the lesson.
The world is big, but learning is the greatest.
She put in so much effort to change her major, she must pay close attention in class and make up for it.
A small figure, like the Black Demon from Detective Conan, quietly slipped over and sat down next to Xie Yan.
Tan Zhuoran looked her over and said in a low, shocked voice, "Wow, Xie Yan, it really is you! Why are you all covered up like that? Why are you wearing a scarf and mask in the classroom? Did you catch a cold?"
Xie Yan's eyes flickered slightly, then she gave a soft "hmm".
However, Tan Zhuoran did not notice her slight unease and excitedly sought her out to gossip.
"Hey, let me tell you, last time I said you and Shen Yan looked like a good match, and guess what? It turns out I'm not the only one who thinks so on our school forum! A lot of people think you two are a good match."
Xie Yan frowned. "It's impossible for us."
Tan Zhuoran was currently obsessed with shipping a couple, and now that the person she was supposed to ship had been declared dead, she was as dejected as a wilted eggplant. She sighed softly.
"Why? Do you still like the eldest son of the Gu family? Although he's the rightful heir, Shen Yan has transferred to the finance department now. Even though he's adopted, his future prospects are definitely not bad. Why would you—"
Before she could finish speaking, Xie Yan turned to look at her with a grim expression, "Shen Yan changed his major? When did that happen?"
Tan Zhuoran was taken aback and said in a low voice, "You didn't know? He submitted his application a while ago, but the head of the mathematics department didn't want to let him go and blocked his process in various ways. I heard that a leader from the finance department went and talked to him for a long time before finally managing to get him. Everyone knows about this, so a lot of people on the forum are gossiping about whether he's going to work for the Gu Group."
Xie Yan was completely dazed as she listened.
They had a good relationship not long ago. Shen Yan would cook delicious meals for her at home every day, making stews, soups, and stir-fries, which made her gain two pounds. He would also often come to the lab to pick her up after school. Apart from class time, the two were almost inseparable.
Changing majors is such a troublesome thing, with all kinds of application forms, transcripts, and procedures requiring departmental stamps. If Shen Yan hadn't been so careful to clean things up, Xie Yan would have had no way of noticing the traces.
Not only did he not tell her, he even deliberately avoided her.
What is Shen Yan afraid of?
Was she afraid that he would discover her unspeakable ambitions and then turn around and inform Xie Qingyu?
She gradually fell into the gentle embrace that Shen Yan had created, while he silently harbored so many thoughts.
Xie Yan found it ridiculously funny.
"Click——"
A crisp sound rang out abruptly, and Xie Yan's pencil was snapped in half without her even realizing it, breaking cleanly and decisively.
Tan Zhuoran was startled. Looking at Xie Yan, who was sick and "cold" but still incredibly strong, only one sentence came to mind.
Lin Daiyu uprooted a willow tree.
She knew that Xie Yan and Shen Yan had been very intimate before, but now Xie Yan didn't even know about such a big thing, which meant that there must be a problem in their relationship.
So Tan Zhuoran kept quiet, afraid that Xie Yan would be angry.
Sure enough, she heard Xie Yan's cold voice ring out.
"Zhuoran, you don't need to tell me anything about him anymore."
"...I don't care."
[P.S.: Recently, I've seen many people asking whether the ending is a happy or sad one. Actually, I haven't really decided yet. After all, as everyone has probably realized by now, Shen Yan is not a good person. He possesses all the characteristics of a villain: a tragic background, a distorted worldview, and an increasingly undisguised possessiveness. He's only 18 years old and already so cunning. As he grows up and gains power, he will only become more and more outrageous. For example, there will likely be acts of forceful acquisition, forced love in a dark room, etc., since his character has always been a yandere, psychopathic, and major villain... However, of course, it also depends on everyone's feedback. You can share your opinions on which direction you prefer based on the subsequent plot, and I will consider them all.]