The Villain Runs Wild

Ch 4 - Second Generation Ancestor x Illegitimate Child: Kiss

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It was three in the afternoon, and the sun came into the room through the window, casting its warm rays into the ground.

Yan Qin couldn’t feel the warmth, a cold feeling rushed into his body from the bottom up, freezing him down to the marrow.

Lin Sui had paid a large price for him, that could only mean one thing.

Yan Qin’s voice was hoarse: “He agreed?”

“Of course, to him, you’re just an illegitimate son, a bargaining chip to be exchanged.”

Lin Sui was a beautiful, brightly-coloured, poisonous butterfly. All the words that came out of his mouth were corrosive.

Yan Qin’s pupils shrank, and blue veins popped out of the hands he was holding by his sides.

He always knew that man was his father in name only, and that he never held any familial love towards him, but he didn’t expect he would go so far as to sell him so easily.

“Go bury the box and come back, someone will tell you where Wuyun’s resting place is.”

“Also, your mother…..”

“What about my mother?”

Yan Qin sensed a threat, and began speaking while staring at Lin Sui.

This was the weak spot for which he endured everything. Yan Qin knew his mother was nothing as far as that man was concerned, he worried his mother’s medical treatment would be ordered to stop, and that would practically kill him.

“Who gave you permission to interrupt me?”

The young master wasn’t wearing shoes, he stepped on his shoulder with a bare foot.

Lin Sui was smiling, but his mood was clearly not good, he exerted strength onto his foot and caused the crouching Yan Qin to sway.

But Yan Qin was not pretending to be obedient at all, staring fixedly at Lin Sui.

His outwardly calm and apathetic appearance was torn off, revealing his inner ruthlessness and ferocity.

He was just like a feral dog that had been cornered in an alley, with his back bent and his eyes red, ready to strike back at any time and tear his enemy into shreds.

“Who do you think you are? Nothing more than a secretly-born bastard son, not even worthy of carrying my shoes.”

The sole of Lin Sui’s foot slid down from Yan Qin’s shoulders to the pit of his stomach, and he gave him a ruthless kick, then watched as Yan Qin fell down to the ground.

An ice-cold feeling of anger boiled in the pit of Yan Qin’s stomach, and that blazing ball charged around violently inside his thoracic cavity, almost burning him to death.

He crawled back up, the image of his mother’s ill and withered appearance emerging in his mind, and he pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, enduring the rusty flavour that appeared in his throat.