A ring appeared on Xiaoyu's ring finger, and Yu Tan's long, strong hand was adorned with one too. Simple, yet perfectly matched, truly made for each other.
Yu Tan stood up and hugged the boy on the sofa gently. "Wait for me. The people who disturbed us will have to pay. I'll be back soon."
He adjusted the thin blanket on Xiaoyu's lap, then left the room.
Ajiu followed him closely, but was left at the door to stand guard, making sure no one disturbed them.
Ren Zhifei, along with his team, stood downstairs, waiting for Yu Tan's command.
Seeing Yu Tan come downstairs, he looked up. "Boss."
The people brought by Yu Wenhe, including Yu Wenhe himself, were all tied up in the living room, waiting for their fate.
When Yu Wenhe saw Yu Tan coming down, he shrank behind one of the tied-up men. He had seen everything on the terrace. That boy, Hu Xiaoyu, was dead...
How could he have fallen to his death from just the second floor?
Yu Tan... Yu Tan was always ruthless.
Yu Wenhe thought back to many things from the past.
There was a time when Yu Liang had tricked Yu Tan into trusting him, then stabbed him with a hidden fruit knife while Yu Tan was sleeping. He had stabbed from the back, but missed and only punctured Yu Tan's lung.
Later, Yu Tan had taken the knife and stabbed Yu Liang's eye.
That had happened when Yu Tan was eleven...
And then there was the time his sister-in-law had set her dog on Yu Tan, only for Yu Tan to beat the dog to death, even biting its ear off in front of the guests from the Liu family.
Yu Tan had been covered in blood, laughing, his teeth stained red. Mrs. Liu had fainted, and Liu Zhuangzhou had been so scared he had sat on the ground and had a high fever for a week after going back.
Afterward, Yu Tan had been sent abroad.
He had been thirteen years old that year.
Yu Wenhe recalled the past, remembering that Yu Tan didn't seem too injured. Hu Xiaoyu was just an outsider—he shouldn't have been worth killing over.
But as his thoughts swirled, a pair of spotless dress shoes stopped in front of him.
Yu Tan?!
Yu Wenhe quickly looked up, then hurriedly lowered his head, pretending he wasn't there.
Luckily, Yu Tan didn't seem to care. He simply ordered everyone in the room to go downstairs, not to leave anyone behind.
Then, Yu Wenhe realized how naive he had been.
Yu Tan, somehow, had found a knife—probably the one used to cut the cake. It was nearly blunt but easily sliced through the throat of one of the men tied up.
He had brought eight people with him. Two had died on the terrace, and now another one was dead.
Yu Tan... Was Yu Tan really planning to kill everyone?
He wasn't afraid of going to jail?
Yu Tan wasn't afraid of jail. Living had no meaning to him anyway, and he might as well go accompany that little fox.
If that lively little creature had no one around, how lonely it would be.
The rest of the events unfolded, and Yu Wenhe couldn't bear to watch anymore. His whole body went numb as he watched Yu Tan, methodically slaying each man.
It wasn't just one knife per person. Two of them had their eyes gouged out first before Yu Tan slit their throats.
If Yu Wenhe had a good memory, he would recall that the two men who had their eyes gouged out had once, at his instigation, eagerly planned to do something terrible to Hu Xiaoyu.
But Yu Wenhe couldn't think that far. The room was filled with the sounds of begging, struggling, and screaming, growing weaker and quieter until silence fell.
The floor was covered in blood, and the ceiling was stained red, with droplets slowly falling from the blood splatters.
Yu Wenhe, staring at Yu Tan—now drenched in blood, his teeth chattering—couldn't speak a full sentence anymore.
He regretted it. Yu Tan had completely lost his mind!
He couldn't even be called human anymore. He was like a walking corpse!
Before the bloodied hand reached out to touch him, Yu Wenhe screamed in despair, "You can't do this to me! I was wrong, but there's someone... someone encouraged me to do this..."
Yu Tan froze.
"Say it."
After Yu Wenhe mentioned a name and swore that the poison had come from that person's hands, Yu Tan stood frozen for a few seconds.
"It's my fault," he said, grabbing Yu Wenhe by the collar and dragging him toward the second-floor terrace.
When they reached the terrace, Yu Tan's eyes slowly moved, scanning the dishes on the dining table.
It was truly strange. Despite the intense fight, the table remained intact, the food was untouched, only the tablecloth was splattered with blood.
But the most precious thing... he had already lost it.
Yu Tan moved around the table, clutching Yu Wenhe's neck and forcefully pulling his upper body over the railing.
His head and face were covered in blood, and even his eyes seemed to be clouded with a layer of blood mist, looking as grotesque as a crazed demon. He muttered, "Give him back to me... give him back..."
Yu Wenhe made choking noises, his face flushed, on the brink of collapse.
But the hand around his neck was like iron, and no matter how much he scratched or struggled, he couldn't break free. His breathing was constricted, let alone begging or responding.
No one cared to hear what he had to say. With one forceful push, he was thrown down like garbage.
Most of the time, falling from the second floor wouldn't be fatal.
Yu Wenhe hit the ground with a thud, the sharp pain nearly knocking him unconscious.
He felt as if he had broken a leg and couldn't get up, desperately crawling forward with his hands and arms.
I need to get out of here!
Yu Tan is a madman... a madman!
But soon, the hand that had thrown him down gripped him again and dragged him back upstairs.
It was Yu Tan.
Once wasn't enough, so twice, and if that wasn't enough, three times... His little fish didn't even get the chance to scream in pain. Why should this person still be alive?
Why is he still alive?
He hated it!