Marriage of a Sickly Villain and a Fortune Hunter

Xia Xingchi pinched the bracelet with his fingers, the slightly childish and clumsy weaving technique and the faded red flashed by his ears like a thunderbolt.

The flood of unsealed memories made him shudder involuntarily, and the dream that was silently erased and buried deep in the memory suddenly became clear.

- In my dream, I gave Li Chengyuan a bracelet when I was a child.

Perhaps it would not be surprising if it were simply a dream,

After all, it is possible to dream of anything in the whimsical fantasy.

After listening to Bai Yueguang's story, subconsciously weaving this picture, and then secretly substituting himself as Bai Yueguang because of the sour taste, of course it can also be explained.

Xia Xingchi took a deep breath, but how to explain the things in the dream appearing in reality, Li Chengyuan actually has a red string bracelet that he wove? !

The whole world was distorted and chaotic. Before Xia Xingchi had time to think about it, he felt memory fragments appearing in his mind from far and near.

Following the red rope all the way to the source, more trivial memories that did not appear in the dream appeared——

The rain was followed by cloudless and sunny weather, but the temperature was also lower and colder at the same time.

The dilapidated and dilapidated factory building was ventilated from all sides, and the cold wind came in through every opening.

Xiao Xia Xingchi took off his coat and covered Li Chengyuan's body, but Li Chengyuan was still trembling uncontrollably from the cold, his lips were pale, and his dark amber eyes were dull and unfocused.

"...Put on your clothes," Li Chengyuan struggled with a low voice, "Leave me alone."

Xia Xingchi stretched out his small hand to cover his cold hand to warm him: "It's okay, I'm not cold, I'm afraid you'll vomit blood again if you catch a cold."

After observing for a period of time, Xia Xingchi discovered that this frail and sickly porcelain doll could not even drink cold water.

Maybe just after drinking a sip of room temperature and slightly cool water, after a while, my face will be pale with stomach pain and I will not be able to vomit, sometimes even mixed with light red blood.

But the conditions here are limited, and he couldn't find hot water when he wanted to find it. Xia Xingchi had no choice but to hold the plastic bottle in his arms to warm it up a little, and then gave him a drink.

Li Chengyuan knew that he had a high fever, even if Xia Xingchi gave him his clothes, he was still shivering from the cold.

He didn't want to drag down Xia Xingchi and catch a cold.

Unexpectedly, at this time, this little money fan tilted his head and thought for a while, and then continued to take off his clothes.

Li Chengyuan immediately frowned and scolded: "Nonsense! Put on your clothes...ahem..."

"Maybe it won't be cold if we hug each other."

Xia Xingchi continued to take off his clothes, then crawled to Li Chengyuan's side and hugged him, and said seriously: "I've seen two stray cats hugging each other to keep warm!"

Li Chengyuan coughed so darkly that his lungs hurt and he felt a faint taste of blood in his mouth.

He covered his lips with one hand, and felt a heat in his palm. He probably coughed up blood, but he closed his fist and withdrew his hand calmly, so as not to scare this little money fan again.

Finally he stopped coughing, Li Chengyuan's voice was low and hoarse, and there was no childishness at this age in his tone, only lifeless:

"Xia Xingchi...don't you hate that I always get sick like this? Leave me alone, let me fend for myself."

Xia Xingchi was taken aback when he heard the words, and then immediately said: "Of course I don't hate it! You are already suffering from illness, I just want to make you happy, and I will take good care of you!"

Li Chengyuan sneered coldly: "Everyone will get impatient after a long time... I am a drag."

If there is anything more horrifying than the picture of my mother hanging herself, it is tormented by nightmares day and night, dreaming of a hideous corpse hanging in the air with its long tongue drooping and screaming:

"I was forced to death by you! It was you who failed to live up to expectations! It was you who killed me!"

Li Chengyuan has been weak since he was a child, and he almost died of high fever several times when he was just learning to walk.

His mother was afraid that his breathing would stop suddenly, and sometimes she didn't even dare to sleep at night. She held him in her arms and kept an eye on his condition, not to mention coaxing him to take medicine patiently and concentrating on studying recipes to cook for him.

Needless to say, the hard work and strong maternal love are obvious to all.

Yin Huairou, a loving mother who lives up to her name, who is always gentle and delicate, hard-working and hard-working, suddenly gradually becomes irritable and terrifying, it's like a different person.

Yin Huairou would pick up the bowl and smash it on the ground or even on Li Chengyuan's body when Li Chengyuan was not feeling well and hadn't finished all his meals, and then screamed hysterically.

Also, when he was nauseated and vomited due to the bitter medicine, he would press his head and force-feed him bowl after bowl. Once he vomited, he would pour another bowl until the purpose of letting him drink the medicine was achieved.

So much so that when Li Chengyuan had stomach bleeding and vomited blood for the first time, although he was afraid because he was young and unknown, he didn't dare to tell Yin Huairou, and he didn't dare to let anyone know.

Alone, he silently endured the severe stomach pain and gritted his teeth without saying a word. He suspected that he might be dying, and he didn't end this torture-like suffering until he fainted due to excessive blood loss.

Li Chengyuan lowered his eyes, in that rainy night when Yin Huairou committed suicide, which was forever engraved in his mind, he also suddenly developed a high fever like this.

In his sleep, he only felt shivering from the cold, and his bones ached. He didn't realize that he had a fever, but he instinctively gritted his teeth and kept silent to prevent others from knowing that he was sick.

In the drowsiness of the illness, he was suddenly pulled up from the bed by the collar, and then a loud slap was slapped viciously on the face!

Unexpectedly, Li Chengyuan, who was weak, was slapped so hard that he fainted on the spot, only to be woken up by the next more severe slap.

He opened his eyes and saw Yin Huairou's expression of hatred and even gnashing of teeth.

She was still wearing a white nightgown. To the young Li Chengyuan, when his mother held him in her arms, the faint fragrance and warmth of the dress was like a lighthouse and a safe haven, a symbol of tenderness and peace of mind.

But now it's just like a ghost.

Yin Huairou paused word by word coldly and full of hatred: "You have a fever."

In Li Chengyuan's high fever and drowsiness, he could hardly feel the burning pain in his swollen cheeks from being slapped.

He was suddenly overwhelmed by the fear and self-loathing of being sick again, not to mention why she appeared in his room in the middle of the night.

At this moment, Yin Huairou started to cry in the room and went crazy, and started to smash things hysterically.

And everyone in the villa had long been used to her crazy spirit, so they were not surprised by her and didn't bother to check it out.

Li Chengyuan wanted to get up, but suddenly had a severe headache.

The high fever caused his unexplainable dizziness to suddenly attack, and he immediately fell back on the bed weakly, unable to move at all.

But when the vertigo happened this time, his consciousness happened to be awake, even his eyes were open.

Yin Huairou cried and shouted: "It's all your fault! It's because you are not good enough! Her son is so healthy, why are you like this!"

"It's not my fault...it's not me, I have a clear conscience! Why are you doing this to me?"

"It's because of you that he will have children with other women, it must be because he doesn't like you!"

Yin Huairou suddenly laughed as he spoke, a terrifying and stern laugh.

In the dark night, lightning flashed and thunder struck, and the heavy rain hit the glass. Li Chengyuan's eyes were spinning all the time, unable to move, he could only silently watch her go crazy.

Then, he just watched as she took out the rope she had prepared long ago and hung it on a solid decorative pendant on the ceiling of his room.

Although Li Chengyuan was still young at the time, he vaguely knew what she was going to do, so he gritted his teeth and wanted to get up to stop her.

But this useless and garbage body is still extremely dizzy, has a splitting headache, can't move at all or even speak—only the eyes can see clearly.

Her despair, her madness, including her hideous after death.

It was even watching the mother who was the most gentle and beloved turned into a lunatic and turned into a corpse, and then stared at her for a whole night.

In the dilapidated factory building, Xia Xingchi stretched out his short arms and hugged Li Chengyuan tightly, hoping that his body temperature would drop soon.

Apparently he was in a coma, and the little porcelain doll, who was always quiet and quiet, talked so much intermittently.

Or maybe it was because there was no one to confide in, and when the pain overcame the defense of reason, he was finally able to do whatever he wanted.

Xia Xingchi quietly listened to him, as a child with no relatives and no friends, this was the first time he felt distressed.

Xia Xingchi said seriously, "Although you don't want to call me Brother Xiao Xia, I will never dislike you. If you are sick, I am willing to take care of you anytime, anywhere, I promise!"

After finishing speaking, Xia Xingchi thought for a while, he really couldn't figure out how his mother could go to her son's room to commit suicide.

After all, the mothers he saw enviously on the street loved their children very much. Even if they didn't love them, there was no need for such a tragic and **** feud.

He thought for a while, and carefully poked Li Chengyuan's white cheek that seemed to be transparent:

"You didn't do anything wrong. Your mother may be temporarily ill like our uncle in the orphanage, and she will look like a different person."

"She definitely didn't mean to blame you, so don't blame yourself."

Li Chengyuan shook his head paranoidly and indifferently, and said calmly in a hoarse voice: "It's my fault, she hates me."

"If I can be healthy...if I can get up and grab her, if I can call someone over...why am I not dead yet?"

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When Xia Xingchi regained consciousness, he saw that he was still standing in the empty study room, and the memory fragments in his mind became extremely clear.

He suddenly knew why Li Chengyuan chewed a whole board of antipyretics terribly and calmly when he went crazy that day.

Because the end of this memory ended with the young Li Chengyuan suddenly going crazy in Xia Xingchi's arms—

He didn't want to get sick so much that he went crazy.

This idea has been branded in my heart, like a maggot attached to the bone, like a shadow.

Let Li Chengyuan deceive others and himself in various ways like a madman, swallow a lot of painkillers and antipyretics, and use the last tragic way to cover up the guilt, despair and powerlessness deep in his heart.

Xia Xingchi took a deep breath, and suddenly felt a lot of distress in his heart.

His thoughts are still extremely chaotic, and his memory related to Li Chengyuan is still incomplete.

He couldn't figure out how such a clear and true memory suddenly appeared in his complete and unfilled memory, but this red string bracelet was the best proof that all of this was not a fantasy.

So where did Li Chengyuan go?

Although memory stretches time infinitely, it is actually only a moment.

Aunt Li came up from downstairs and finally said what she was about to say:

"Master, today is the anniversary of Madam's death. Sir, he didn't come back so late. I'm worried..."

Xia Xingchi's eyes widened when he heard the words, and he was hit by the word "Day of Death" immediately, and there was a loud "Boom!" in his head.

He didn't know what Li Chengyuan had more feelings for his mother, but he seemed to have an intuition telling him that Li Chengyuan would easily fall ill and go crazy in these days.

"I'm going to find him!" Xia Xingchi said urgently, "Where did he go?"

Aunt Li shook her head, she had never dared to ask in these years, no matter how indifferent and tolerant Li Chengyuan was to the servant, she would not be able to touch him.

Xia Xingchi frowned, so he had no choice but to run down the stairs while making a phone call. He picked up a car key and the phone was connected.

"Doctor Zhao, do you know where Li Chengyuan has gone?"

Zhao Yinhe on the phone was taken aback for a moment, and asked after a while, "Has he not come back yet?"

After getting Xia Xingchi's affirmative reply, Zhao Yinhe didn't say anything, as if hesitating whether to tell him the address.

This matter is indeed one of the things that Li Chengyuan can't touch the most. Even though Zhao Yinhe and him are close friends since childhood, they dare not test his deepest bottom line.

Xia Xingchi started a car, drove out of the garage while urging: "Hurry up, where is he going!"

Among the memory fragments, the appearance of Li Chengyuan falling ill and going crazy when he was a child was far more terrifying than the appearance he saw that night.

Xia Xingchi couldn't help trembling, afraid that something would happen to him if no one looked at him.

Moreover, the flood of memories had left Xia Xingchi at a loss, and there were too many questions he wanted to ask him about those years.

At the same time, if it weren't for the fact that now is not the time to be happy, Xia Xingchi might have been overwhelmed by the ecstasy of "I might really be his white moonlight".

"I won't tell Yu Xiaoyan. Tell him you said it, tell me quickly!" Xia Xingchi urged, and at the same time he turned on the phone hands-free, he stepped on the gas pedal.

Zhao Yinhe was naturally also worried about making friends, so after hesitating for a long time, he had to truthfully say:

"He's probably in front of Aunt Yin's tomb... Don't worry, he usually just sits and watches, nothing will happen."

When it is not normal, it is when you are sick, and you may directly toss yourself and lose half your life.

Zhao Yinhe didn't know that Xia Xingchi's "red string bracelet" reminded Li Chengyuan of those things again, but he only knew that as long as he deliberately didn't let himself think of it, he usually wouldn't lose his mind.

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Following Zhao Yinhe's location, Xia Xingchi finally found the location of the cemetery.

Yin Huairou was not buried with Li's family, but was hastily buried in this remote and even messy cemetery by her disgusting cheating husband.

Thinking that this was to make room for Xiaosan and let the forced mad wife end so bleakly, Xia Xingchi felt disgusted and wanted to slap his father.

It's a pity that the old clapper died early, otherwise Xia Xingchi would have rushed up and tried to **** him off.

It was completely dark, and the remote and desolate cemeteries on the outskirts of the city were inaccessible. Even the street lights were not of normal specifications, and they were extremely dim, making it difficult to see the road clearly.

Xia Xingchi got out of the car, before his eyes could adapt to the dim environment, a chilly wind suddenly blew past his face.

But he no longer cared about imagining ghost stories to scare himself. When he thought of how cold it was around him, he immediately became worried, very worried whether Li Chengyuan would catch a cold.

Xia Xingchi held a coat for Li Chengyuan in his hand, and wanted to find him quickly, firstly because he was afraid that he would freeze, and more importantly, because he was afraid that he would get sick and lose his mind.

No matter how tough and rational the character is, human beings are unable to resist the coercion of huge mental trauma and physiological instincts. This is not Li Chengyuan's ability to control himself.

Xia Xingchi clenched his fists, the more he thought about it, the more distressed he felt, and he just wanted to find him immediately.

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As soon as he stepped into the gate of the cemetery, Xia Xingchi was about to climb up the stairs when he suddenly saw a figure flash past.

The man looked very familiar in the darkness, and turned all the way up the stairs in the eastern part of the cemetery.

As soon as Xia Xingchi called out "Li Chengyuan", the other party had already disappeared from sight.

Xia Xingchi hurriedly raised his feet to chase him, but he suddenly felt something was wrong after he ran two steps.

In the looming memory, he seems to have been here before, and Li Chengyuan's mother's tomb seems to be in the West District?

However, the person just now seems to be Li Chengyuan...?

Xia Xingchi couldn't help hesitating, not sure whether he believed in the blurred vision of black lights, or in Xuanzhi's mysterious and baseless memory.

After hesitating for two seconds, he still believed the latter.

His intuition made him feel that Li Chengyuan would not be wandering in the cemetery at this time, and he didn't stop calling him, maybe he misjudged the person.

Xia Xingchi turned and went upstairs, his eyes finally got used to the darkness and he was able to see clearly.

This suburban cemetery lacked management and maintenance, and was quite disorganized. Xia Xingchi was stumbling as he walked.

No one knew what complicated feelings Li Chengyuan had, and what he thought of this tomb and the people in it.

He has never moved her grave to a place with a better environment, and everything here is a reminder of the powerlessness and pain of the past.

After turning around and seeing no one, Xia Xingchi couldn't help but suspect that the figure just now was Li Chengyuan.

Just as I was about to go to the East District to look for it again, I suddenly saw a vague figure not far away, sitting motionless by the side, blending well into the still tombstone, and almost didn't see it.

Seeing this, Xia Xingchi hurriedly strode forward, and when he got closer, it turned out to be Li Chengyuan.

There was no mourning or sadness on his face, he just sat very calmly.

The whole person seemed quite indifferent, even a little...well-behaved.

But it was this state that worried Xia Xingchi even more.

Xia Xingchi took off his coat, the same as what Li Chengyuan did at the fashion dinner, tentatively put his warm coat on him, and put on the one in his hand.

Li Chengyuan's eyes were a little dazed, but fortunately it wasn't the desperate and crazy little lunatic that Xia Xingchi remembered when he was a child.

Xia Xingchi took a deep breath, and said firmly and seriously as before:

"Li Chengyuan, these are not your faults, not even one iota."

Li Chengyuan turned his head slowly, and Gu Jing Wubo's silent eyes looked at him quietly.

This time Xia Xingchi was not afraid, nor did he avoid the villain's gaze, but looked directly at him, holding Li Chengyuan's face as if he had done it countless times:

"You know, cheating is a scumbag, a fool, there is no excuse to make, and it has nothing to do with whether you are sick or not."

"What's more, Li Shengrui is older than you, how can such a smart person like you not understand it?"

Li Chengyuan pursed his lips, as if he had something to say.

Xia Xingchi knew that what he couldn't let go was not only his mother's groundless accusations after being depressed and twisted, but also his mother's death in front of him, but he couldn't do anything.

"Everyone says that death is like a lamp going out, so how can you never let yourself go? These things are all over."

Xia Xingchi said, took a deep breath, and a superficial, unambiguous kiss fell on Li Chengyuan's forehead:

"Let's go home. It's too cold and you'll catch a cold...and I have something to ask you—does it still pay you to weave your bracelet?"

Li Chengyuan finally reacted when he heard the words, his eyes lit up as if he could suddenly focus.

Xia Xingchi was relieved to see that he was still able to communicate.

I thought that maybe I didn't have a disease, Zhao Yinhe was right, he might really just be sitting.

Xia Xingchi was reaching out to pull the big autistic cat up, but Li Chengyuan suddenly yanked him with his backhand!

Xia Xingchi was unsteady on his feet, and immediately fell into his arms, and was firmly held down by him.

He gripped Xia Xingchi's wrist so painfully, and was about to let him go, when he finally spoke, gritted his teeth and said angrily:

"Didn't you leave? Didn't you completely disappear?!"

"Little liar, I finally know that I'm back..." Li Chengyuan's voice was a little hoarse, and he whispered, "Don't you think I'm a drag and you don't want me anymore?"

Xia Xingchi was taken aback, for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was sober or confused, and vaguely felt that Li Chengyuan's spirit was not right.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sharp pain in his neck, and Li Chengyuan bit down hard like revenge!

"Li Chengyuan!"

Xia Xingchi gasped, feeling the pain from his bite. This time I don't doubt his mental state anymore, normal people obviously don't do such things.

Xia Xingchi now only suspects that he was bitten to the point of bleeding: "Hurry up and wake up, don't do this!"

The tension around the neck suddenly loosened, and before Xia Xingchi could heave a sigh of relief, his lips suddenly warmed up.

He was in a daze, and was driven straight in by Li Chengyuan's teeth being pried open.

The kiss was quite intense and crazy, but it didn't contain much lust.

While his lips and teeth were blending, Xia Xingchi seemed to feel his emotions clearly—

Crazy, terrified, desperate to own...

The author has something to say: Xiao Xia: Help! This is my first kiss...

Mr. Li: (falling into deep thought after going crazy) How about a promise of compensation with your body?

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