At twelve o'clock, a sudden and rapid rainstorm fell on the city, but it stopped after about twenty minutes.

Lin Sui received an invitation call from Yan Zhou, twirling the pen in his hand.

"I will go."

"Bring that cheap breed along. Ah Sui, he must have been played miserably by you recently, right? Bring him out and let us see. He's just an illegitimate son born in secret, Ah Sui, you don't need to care too much."

Yan Zhou specifically emphasized for Lin Sui to bring Yan Qin out, putting heavy emphasis on his words.

"Got it."

Lin Sui put down his pen and looked at the gloomy sky outside the window for a while. Water drops slid down the leaves, bursting with vitality amidst the gloom.

It was also time to test the results of his recent teaching. Hopefully, Yan Qin wouldn't disappoint him.

The call was hung up, leaving a burst of busy tone.

Yan Zhou looked at Song Yunqing beside him and smiled, "Just like I said, how could Ah Sui protect that bastard? We are his real friends."

As for his previous defense, it was just that Lin Sui hated losing face. It was completely normal.

Song Yunqing didn't reply. He pushed up his glasses, the look in his eyes difficult to discern.

In the evening, Yan Qin saw the Yan Family's car at the door.

It was the familiar Maybach, the Little Young Master's recently favored ride.

Yan Qin had a faint premonition in his heart. He said goodbye to Chu Feng and Tao Ting, and with a slight, imperceptible urgency in his steps, he opened the car door.

A young man was indeed sitting in the back seat of the car. He was wearing a black shirt today, which made his slender neck appear even whiter.

Yan Qin closed the car door, placed his schoolbag aside, and seeing the Little Young Master with his head down intently reading something, he didn't speak up to disturb him.

His gaze fell on the carpet laid in the car, unconsciously looking towards the Little Young Master's feet.

The Little Young Master's feet moved, and Yan Qin immediately withdrew his gaze, feeling an indescribable panic.

He subconsciously shifted his attention and looked out the window, realizing this wasn't the way to the Lin Family.

When he saw some familiar landmarks, Yan Qin knew where he was heading.

Was Lin Sui going to send him back? Was he already tired of him, or was this a repeat of the past?

Lin Sui didn't care what kind of expression the person beside him showed or what he was thinking. After finishing reading the personal file in his hands, he took out his phone to send a message, then closed the file and put it in the car's compartment.

The front of Linshui Villa was filled with balloons, presenting a joyful scene.

The dining tables were filled with drinks and food for the guests to enjoy, and brightly dressed men and women were laughing and playing around.

When Lin Sui stepped inside, everyone subconsciously lowered their voices.

As Lin Sui approached, he was surrounded by Yan Zhou and two others, who welcomed him and guided him up to the second floor.

"Ah Sui, Yunqing specially hired a chef from Yuhe Restaurant to cook dishes that suit your taste. Let's go up and eat."

Lin Sui gave a sound of acknowledgment and stepped up the stairs.

Watching Lin Sui's actions as he didn't look back at Yan Qin, Yan Zhou became even more certain that Lin Sui was just seeking a momentary novelty, and completely unlike what Song Yunqing had said, didn't care about Yan Qin at all.

Actually, Song Yunqing had never said such things either. It was just that in Yan Zhou's mind, the fact that Yan Qin was living well at Lin Sui's place equated to Lin Sui doting on him.

It wasn't until Lin Sui disappeared around the corner of the second floor that the first floor returned to its cheerful atmosphere, as if nothing had happened.

"The little ancestor of the Lin Family is getting more and more intimidating."

Someone muttered softly. The people next to them chimed in, and then hurriedly changed the subject.

The small square table set up on the second floor was filled with exquisite dishes. Song Yunqing was already waiting there and pulled out a chair for Lin Sui when he walked over.

"New dishes from Yuhe Restaurant. They should suit your taste."

Lin Sui tasted it with his chopsticks and nodded with considerable satisfaction, "Indeed, not bad."

Seeing Lin Sui smile, the atmosphere at the table became even better.

Song Yunqing picked out interesting anecdotes to tell, and Lin Sui occasionally nodded and chimed in with a few words. Amidst this harmonious scene, Yan Zhou winked at Song Yunqing.

Song Yunqing used the serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of Furong meat for Lin Sui and smiled, "Ah Sui, try this."

While Lin Sui was chewing his food, he smiled and asked, "How is the studying going?"

"It's alright."

It wasn't that Lin Sui didn't see the eye contact between Yan Zhou and Song Yunqing. He had anticipated it early on and didn't stop them, simply playing along with Song Yunqing's words.

"Oh right, I remembered I just got a good bottle of wine a couple of days ago. I'll go get it for you two to taste."

Yan Zhou stood up from the table and headed towards the first floor.

Lin Sui didn't look in the direction Yan Zhou left. He glanced at the swimming pool outside the window and withdrew his gaze.

The evening mist was heavy, and faint thunder could be heard.

System: [Someone is bullying the Child of Fortune, hurry up and protect him.]

The System's noisy voice in his mind, accompanied by the increasingly loud thunder, easily made one feel irritable and restless.

Lin Sui, however, was eating his food very calmly, occasionally chatting and laughing with Song Yunqing, showing no trace of anything unusual on his face.

When raindrops began to fall, Lin Sui wiped his lips and stood up from his chair.

"It's a pity the weather is bad, otherwise we could have taken a walk."

Song Yunqing said with a bit of regret. Lin Sui didn't reply. He walked to the window and watched the ripples stirred up on the surface of the swimming pool by the raindrops.

It was quite lively over there. Yan Qin had been thrown in, his head exposed outside, being held down by Yan Zhou.

"A cheap breed is a cheap breed. Born an illegitimate son who can't see the light of day, forever a bottom-feeder rat."

Yan Zhou's contemptuous and insulting words echoed in his ears, but Yan Qin was completely unmoved.

Yan Zhou had his reasons for hating him. He never argued back and was already used to such words, but Yan Zhou's next words stirred up waves in his heart.

"Don't think a pheasant can turn into a phoenix. Don't even think about getting your hands on a single cent of the Yan Family's property. Do you think following Ah Sui around like a pug, currying favor and acting cute, can change all of this? What kind of person is Ah Sui? Is he someone a dirty thing like you can touch?"

"You're just a dog he borrowed on a whim. As long as he waves his hand, there are plenty of people more obedient than you rushing forward one after another. What the hell are you? Anyone can replace you. Ah Sui doesn't care about you at all, so you'd better stop your wishful thinking."

Yan Qin, of course, knew he wasn't irreplaceable, and he also knew he was dispensable to Lin Sui.

He shouldn't have cared. If he wasn't forced by the situation, how could he have submitted?

But inexplicably, emotions surged up, making him almost unable to catch his breath.

Would someone replace him? There would be someone to replace him, right?

Would Lin Sui also let someone else sleep in his room and let someone else dry the moisture off his body?

Would he fasten a necklace for them, or hold their face and kiss them?

Would he back them up, and also say they are a priceless treasure?

The silver chain looped around his neck now seemed like a lock binding his life, yet also seemed like some sort of energy he could rely on to survive.

How could there be such a person in the world who manipulated people's hearts so matter-of-factly? The blood rushing under his skin, the numbing itch, and the clamor of his nerves made the knife wound in Yan Qin's heart bleed ever more profusely.

Yan Qin didn't want to care. He knew it was a gorgeous flower covered in thorns.

That beautiful and alluring skin was filled with an ostentatious, poisonous fragrance. The soul hidden within was a coiled, hissing snake that had taken a bite out of his beating heart, making it unforgettable and causing one to uncontrollably sink in.

That wasn't a treasure he could pluck; it was a desire filled with delusions, completely irrelevant to his future plans, yet he couldn't control the feeling of caring from spreading madly.

A heavy and twisted ink color spread in his eyes; it was unresolvable jealousy, jealous of an unwarranted existence that hadn't even appeared yet.

That cyan butterfly wandered everywhere in his soul. Swimming fishes with snow-white scales, woven from memories, leaped, making his heart ache.

Yan Qin was pressed into the water again. In his struggle for survival, he seemed to see that water demon.

When he struggled out of the water with all his might, the mockery and ridicule beside his ears all turned into white noise. Water droplets dampened his eyelashes, and rain blurred his vision, but Yan Qin still stubbornly looked in a certain direction, like a believer attempting to see a lighthouse in a storm.

The lighthouse that seemed to exist only in his imagination actually appeared. He stood by the second-floor window, looking down at all this from above, like a deity indifferent to the suffering and joy of all living beings.

How do mortals step into the realm of the gods? Naturally, by listening to the divine oracle.

—My, Lin Sui's, dog is also superior to others.

—I hate trash.

—There won't be a next time.

In the freezing water, the silver chain on his neck seemed to burn faintly. Yan Qin hurriedly felt for the silver bracelet placed in his pocket, feeling at ease when he touched it.

The rain was getting heavier. Yan Zhou grew somewhat irritable and cursed, 'Bad luck'.

Looking at Yan Qin's near-death appearance, he let go of his hand in disgust and planned to go inside to take shelter from the rain.

The moment he turned around, thunder crashed down. Amidst this muffled roar, he ignored some sounds.

Yan Zhou was suddenly dragged into the swimming pool with his mouth covered. The freezing water entered his trachea through his nasal cavity, causing him to struggle frantically.

In the bluish-purple lightning, Yan Qin's pale face and indifferent eyes looked like a life-claiming vengeful ghost, striking panic into his heart.

Someone screamed, someone shouted, and someone jumped into the water to separate the two and save people. Amidst the thunder, it was like a farce.

Like the most passionate chapter of a musical piece, Lin Sui turned around and sat down on the chaise longue.

"Yan Zhou went a bit out of line this time. His father doesn't acknowledge other children, he didn't need to be so..."

Song Yunqing, who had witnessed everything, sighed lightly, guessing at Lin Sui's attitude, only to see the young man lying on the soft chair raise his hand and make a gesture.

Lin Sui pressed his index finger against his lips and comfortably closed his eyes, enjoying the sound of the raging wind and rainstorm. It was a grand tribute.

Footsteps sounded, and the wet, cold water left traces on the carpet.

The tall young man stepped into the villa like a silent, ghostly phantom.

Everyone knew he had just nearly killed Yan Zhou, and they all backed away, clearing a path for him.

Yan Qin climbed up the stairs and saw the young man resting with his eyes closed.

The young man's wrist dangled to the side, white as frost and snow against the black fabric, the blue veins clearly visible.

Yan Qin took out that silver bracelet engraved with the character 'Lin' and tied it around the young man's wrist.

The silver chain was soaked in water, and water droplets slid down his wrist, flowing into Lin Sui's palm.

Lin Sui opened his eyes and stroked Yan Qin's hair like a reward.

Song Yunqing watched this bizarre, heart-palpitating scene from the side, his brows tightly furrowed.

But he saw that lowly illegitimate son push his luck and grasp the aloof Little Young Master's wrist, pressing his cheek against the young master's palm.

Those pitch-black eyes looked towards him, as if making a declaration.

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