闪电算

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

After being hung up on by Ye Xingguang, Fu Zhuo could hardly believe it. After tossing and turning in bed, he finally got up and rushed over to check on things. Just as he arrived at the entrance of the villa, he glanced through the living room window and saw the sight before him.

Ye Xingguang was cradled in the arms of the ill Mr. Qing, having become his rather unconventional pillow. The two of them had collapsed on the living room sofa.

Fu Zhuo’s heart clenched painfully, worried for Ye Xingguangs safety.

When Mr. Qing was young, there was a time when he went out to sea and experienced some sort of unforeseen accident. He returned on the verge of death, and everyone feared that he would not survive. Fortunately, after a month spent in the intensive care unit, he finally pulled through.

Although his life was no longer in danger, he was left with an unusual disease.

A strange malady that made him crave human blood, much like a vampire!

His elders sought out renowned doctors from all corners, but even the most skilled physicians were left helpless by his condition.

Luckily, Mr. Qing did not grow the fangs that vampires are commonly shown to have in films and television, or it would have truly been terrifying.

Back then, his brothers could not stand to watch Mr. Qing suffer through the pain. One by one, they offered their arms for him to bite. However, Mr. Qing never bit anyone, from the onset of his sickness till this day, he never has!

Well, there was one time…

Initially, the doctors brought over bags of blood from the blood bank for him to drink. He did consume it once, and his pain lessened significantly after that. The doctors proposed this as a temporary solution if his condition could not be improved. But Mr. Qing rejected this symptomatic treatment.

Since then, no matter how severe his cravings for blood were during his episodes, no matter who came to him offering a bag of blood to alleviate his suffering, he would ignore them. Just like a drug addict who has been forced into sobriety, he would firmly refuse any temptations, no matter how enticing they were.

Once, he asked Mr. Qing why he put himself through such suffering, why not just buy blood from the blood bank instead of biting people?

He remembers Mr. Qings response: “l don’t want to become a monster, nor a puppet!

Was Mr. Qing trying to say that he didn’t want to become a blood-thirsty monster feared by all people, or succumb to his desperation for blood?

For a man as proud as Mr. Qing, becoming a monster or a puppet might be even more unbearable than a bullet to the head.

Fu Zhuo couldn’t fathom the pain of such a disease. He didn’t know the agony Mr. Qing had to endure if he didn’t drink blood during his episodes.

However, Mr. Qing once warned his brothers not to come close when he was having an episode, fearing his willpower wouldn’t be enough to resist his cravings.

That must mean it’s really unbearable, right?

In order not to hurt others, Mr. Qing claimed that he was prone to drunken rampages. He even spread rumors about his threatening behavior when drunk —accusing himself of being violent, disowning family members, even resorting to murder…

Mr. Qing went so far as to concoct various alarming stories about people he’d injured or even killed in his drunken stupor.

In other words, it was terrifying.

Hearing these stories over and over, the household staff naturally took them as fact. Whenever Mr. Qing had an episode, they would flee as if fearing for their lives.

Who could have thought that on this night, they would encounter a fearless Ye Xingguang? What should they do now?!

For Mr. Qing, the Miss Ye he held in his arms were undoubtedly the most tempting morsel and the deadliest poison. If he couldn’t control himself and did something to her…

…Then she would have gotten what she deserved!

Fu Zhuo angrily thought in his heart!

It would be best if Mr. Qing took a sip of her blood to alleviate his suffering, teaching Miss Ye a lesson to see if she would dare to provoke Mr.. Qing again!