Later, he realized that he shouldn't have to die. It should be Yu Tan who died!
Everything that had happened today, the downfall of the Yu family, was all Yu Tan's fault.
The more Yu Wenhe thought about it, the angrier he got. His eyes scanned the room until they settled on Hu Xiaoyu, sitting helplessly in the corner.
He had originally only intended to take down Yu Tan.
He was fed up!
No matter what happened next, as long as he had one chance, as long as he could crush Yu Tan under his feet, torture him like a dog, just thinking about it made Yu Wenhe's blood boil.
But now, he found an even more satisfying way to do it—perhaps he could make Yu Tan lose his most precious thing, just like he had.
Yu Wenhe walked over to Hu Xiaoyu, kicking the boy's limp arm. He looked back at Yu Tan.
"No wonder you like him so much. He's really tempting," Yu Wenhe said, and then to his men, "Anyone want to have some fun?"
His words hung in the air, and two of his men eagerly moved forward.
Hu Xiaoyu remained still, his face expressionless. Between his legs and the wall, his hidden hand, with long, sharp claws, dug deep into the floor.
Don't act rashly. Don't act rashly, he repeated in his mind.
Yu Tan's eyes bled with rage, but he suddenly smiled. "Is this all you can do?"
Yu Wenhe, waiting to see Yu Tan explode, froze for a moment. "What do you mean?"
Yu Tan sneered, "You're too useless to keep your own things, and now you're jealous of others. Have you ever wondered, that woman—did she ever love you?"
Yu Wenhe's body trembled with rage. "Shut your mouth! My mother loved me!"
Under the influence of the poison, speaking was difficult for Yu Tan, but he bit down on his tongue to stay conscious, mocking, Really? She loved you so much that she went to another man's bed and had children with him.
Yu Wenhe fell silent.
Afterward, everything unfolded like a spectator's show for Hu Xiaoyu.
He watched as Yu Wenhe, enraged, screamed and muttered to himself like a madman, completely forgetting about his presence. His orders to his men to throw Yu Tan off the balcony were given in a frantic, uncontrolled way.
Whether Yu Tan would survive the fall from the second floor didn't matter to Yu Wenhe.
He only wanted Yu Tan to shut up. Like a dead dog.
Yu Tan was pinned against the railing. He couldn't bear to look at Hu Xiaoyu in the corner, afraid of drawing Yu Wenhe's attention.
He only wished that his luck would hold, and he wouldn't die.
He guessed that the poison he had been hit with was a neurotoxin, and it would take hours to subside. He was sure that help would arrive within thirty minutes, and Xiaoyu would be fine.
But today was a special day, and Yu Tan couldn't help but feel sorry about that.
At the very moment when Yu Tan was about to be pushed over the railing, Uncle Hong rushed up, shouting, "Stop!"
Yu Wenhe, his face flushed, glared at him. "What's going on?"
Uncle Hong, flustered, didn't know how things had escalated. "Second Master, didn't you say you only wanted to take Young Master to the Second Mistress's tomb to apologize?"
Yu Tan's expression was cold and indifferent, and Hu Xiaoyu's eyes widened in shock.
Yu Wenhe kicked Uncle Hong away. "You fool! You've been deceived!"
He waved his hand, and his men immediately pushed Yu Tan over the railing.
Invisible green light surrounded Hu Xiaoyu, quickly working in accordance with his will to counteract the poison.
At the moment Yu Tan was about to fall, Hu Xiaoyu leaped up.
Now's the time!
He grabbed Yu Tan by the waist, pulling him back, but Yu Tan's momentum carried them both over the railing.
As the two of them made contact, part of the green light entered Yu Tan's body, neutralizing the poison and easing the pain of his fractured ribs.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
As their bodies slammed into the ground, Hu Xiaoyu dazedly, thought, The poison is cleared. Yu Wenhe's men are no match for Yu Tan. He'll be safe.
He lay on the ground, blood seeping from the back of his head. His spine ached as if it had been split by an axe. Dazed, he thought, the predicted calamity involved Yu Tan's paralysis... it was caused by the fall, the spine injury.
But it seemed like he himself had hit his head too. The back of his head was a human's fatal spot. Could this be the punishment for forcibly changing fate? Was he paying with his life?
One life for one tail...
Shit!
Just as Hu Xiaoyu was panicking, he felt a chill on his face.
It's raining?
He opened his eyes wide, and above him, Yu Tan's bloodshot eyes, full of tears, seemed to get closer.
Then, Yu Tan jumped down from the second floor!
Hu Xiaoyu used his spiritual power to cushion Yu Tan, only to realize his soul was suddenly ripped from his body.
This body, which he had secretly molded after agreeing to spend the birthday here, was just a fake, his soul attached to it like a placeholder. The injuries it suffered could be countered with spiritual energy.
But now, with the placeholder body destroyed, his fox tail was in danger of dissipating. He had to hurry back to his true form to absorb the energy.
As he looked at Yu Tan struggling to get up, far in the distance, the guards stationed at the mountain bottom were rushing toward them.
It's fine.
He hovered in midair, his soul fluctuating, needing to rush back to his real body.
And in this world, a boy named Hu Xiaoyu died on his nineteenth birthday.
He fell to his death, with his skull cracked, and his spine shattered, beyond any chance of survival.
In just a few breaths, Hu Xiaoyu rushed back to the hidden cave he had prepared for his true form.
The cave was deep in the mountains, remote and fresh with air.
He entered and, without realizing it, yawned before sinking into a deep, peaceful sleep.
The preparations had been thorough, and the jade in the cave glowed with spiritual energy, merging gently into the white fox's body.
With karma resolved, his spiritual power surged.
The little fox curled up in its sleep, deep and sweet, unaware that while he slept, far away in Shencheng, a man knelt in a pool of blood, trembling, tears streaming down his face.
He held the lifeless body of the young man in his arms, praying, "Little Fox, please, just look at me one more time."