Second-Generation Heir x Illegitimate Son 18

The sudden sound of a phone vibrating disturbed the peace of the room. Ye Zhi looked at Lin Sui very apologetically, holding his phone in a somewhat panicked manner, and said, "Young Master, this is a call from my family. May I go answer it first?"

Lin Sui raised his eyes and said in a casual tone, "Just answer it here."

Pinned down by his gaze, Ye Zhi could only stiffly answer the phone.

"I remember telling you not to overstep your bounds. Find an excuse now and leave his room."

The voice coming from the phone was deep with anger. Hearing this, Ye Zhi immediately put on an anxious expression and said, "I know."

The call was hung up. Ye Zhi looked at Lin Sui with a burning anxiety on his face and said, "Young Master, there is an emergency at home. I have to go back."

It really seemed to be an urgent matter; even his face had gone pale from anxiety.

Ye Zhi looked at the young man standing in the light. Being swept over by his ambiguous gaze, his heart tightened.

In this split second, he even felt that the person in front of him had seen through his disguise, looking at his theatrical performance with considerable amusement, like a venomous snake slithering slowly in the shadows—even without moving, merely coiling there, it instilled fear in people's hearts.

Perhaps a long time had passed, or perhaps only an instant, Ye Zhi heard a soft, slow voice tinged with a hint of a smile.

"Go on."

Ye Zhi felt as if he had been granted amnesty and hurriedly left the room.

It wasn't until the door was closed and the movements outside faded away that Lin Sui let out a laugh.

"He really can't take a tease."

The low murmur blended into the night.

The next day, Lin Sui didn't see Ye Zhi in the villa.

"Where is he?"

A servant answered, "Something happened to a family member, so he went back. He'll probably return in a few days."

Lin Sui gave a sound of acknowledgment. After having breakfast, he left the house and went to school.

After changing his clothes and disinfecting himself, he entered the laboratory. His lab mates who were working on the project greeted him before burying their heads back into their research.

"Ah Sui, there's been progress on the experiment from a few days ago..."

His partner Fang Yuwei walked over and showed the experiment report in his hand to Lin Sui.

Lin Sui nodded and walked towards the lab bench with him.

To advance his own goals, Lin Sui was willing to learn more. Unfortunately, conducting scientific research was indeed harder than doing business. His research wasn't considered outstanding, but he could find the correct path, and his partner would follow his path to open up a broader world.

Fang Yuwei and Gao Jing were similar; they both possessed a firm dedication to a certain pursuit. However, unlike Gao Jing's hesitation and surrender, Fang Yuwei had a good family background. Hailing from a family of scientific researchers, he had been a top student since childhood. He kept a low profile and devoted all his passion to the scientific research he loved. He was a sweeping monk-like figure—an unassuming hidden expert.

After understanding this, Lin Sui sought him out and explained the aspects he wanted to research. Fang Yuwei was very interested. Thus, Lin Sui took the lead in this project and gathered a group of talented people with a common direction. This was also one of the reasons why he had tested into this school.

He didn't lack investment money; he only needed to see results, and these results were becoming increasingly abundant right before his eyes.

This time, Lin Sui stayed in the research lab for a few days before going home. Fang Yuwei had pulled him into researching the new progress tirelessly without sleep or rest. It wasn't until a data result was obtained that Fang Yuwei finally let him go.

Lin Sui pressed his slightly aching temples and returned to the villa.

The young man who definitely would have come out to welcome him a few days ago was nowhere to be seen. Feeling somewhat tired, Lin Sui asked someone to draw a bath for him while inquiring about Ye Zhi's whereabouts.

"He resigned two days ago, saying someone in his family is seriously ill and he must take care of them. We have already hired someone new."

The servant answered truthfully, carefully observing the young master's expression.

He had originally thought the young master would get angry, but instead saw him actually reveal a hint of a smile. He didn't dare to look anymore, merely thinking in his heart that as long as he wasn't angry, it was fine.

Lin Sui hadn't expected Yan Qin to be so unable to handle a tease. Had he known earlier, he would have kept him around to play with a bit more.

He sat in a rattan chair in the garden, waiting for the servant to draw the bath before going to soak. In this free time, he turned on his phone.

The villa had been renovated in some places over the past two years, especially the garden. Following his character setting and adhering to the original owner's habits, he had also installed a few "eyes" in the garden.

Rewinding the time back to the day Ye Zhi resigned, at a certain moment, Lin Sui paused the video frame and narrowed his eyes.

He stood up and strolled through the garden, pretending to admire the flowers. It was currently the middle of spring, and the garden was thriving with vitality; flowers were blooming vibrantly everywhere.

Lin Sui walked to the corner of the wall and looked at the pink-and-white flowers blooming there.

In the center of the stamen, there was a point of bright red filament. Upon closer inspection, one could notice that it was exceptionally different from the others.

This thing must have been expensive to make. The little puppy had the heart of a thief but not the guts. Why not be a little bolder and place it in his room or the bathroom? Leaving this thing pitifully huddled in a corner, what could it possibly see?

Truly useless.

On the other side, Yan Qin was working while watching the quiet scenery of the garden. Lin Sui hadn't returned for several consecutive days, but he wasn't anxious.

If he could see Lin Sui's figure—even if it was just a silhouette cast on the ground by the sunlight—he would be happy. If he couldn't see him, looking at the scenery here was fine too.

Yan Qin knew it wasn't good for him to be like this, and he also knew that Lin Sui didn't care about him. He was like a lowly, dark voyeur, but so what?

He often dreamed of him. Not of those romantic, intimate scenes, but of the day he left.

He was under the tree, and Lin Sui was upstairs.

Separated by shadows and moonlight, it was like a vast starry river between them, the other side forever out of reach.

In the dream, Lin Sui would light up that cigarette. Those shadows would turn into heavy ink, smudging the world into an abyss. Moonlight floated in the sky, and only the single point of scarlet in the smoke remained eternal, as if branded onto the apex of his heart, incomparably scalding.

A sudden movement on the computer screen quickly caught Yan Qin's attention. He watched the approaching figure in the lens, his eyes brightening slightly.

But as that long-yearned-for figure drew closer and closer, Yan Qin also became increasingly panicked.

Was it going to be discovered?

Yan Qin almost held his breath as he watched the screen. Even though they were separated by thousands of miles, it felt as if Lin Sui was right in front of him.

Just like a few years ago, when Lin Sui stepped on his chest.

He looked somewhat obsessively at Lin Sui's appearance. Compared to three years ago, Lin Sui's features had matured a bit. More than the delicate refinement of his youth, his sharp edges were now more exposed, adding a touch of mature charm. He was still as flamboyant and unrestrained as ever, yet it made him all the more unforgettable.

At the end of his line of sight was the young man's fair palm, followed by total darkness.

Was it plucked off and thrown away?

Yan Qin felt a bit disappointed, staring at the screen absentmindedly.

This was a new technology his team had recently developed, preparing to sell to the domestic military. This was a more specialized version he had specially made and had someone bring back to the country. It lacked audio-recording capabilities, but its advantage lay in its high definition.

To be able to see the young master for a glance, even if it was discarded, it could be considered to have completed its mission.

Yan Qin sighed softly. Looking at the pitch-black screen, he continued his previous work.

His gaze still swept across that patch of darkness from time to time, as if waiting for the final result of it being thrown away before he would cut the connection.

Not long after, the image on the screen changed.

This is... water?

In the vaguely distorted light, the ripples of the water were crystal clear.

Yan Qin even saw other flowers floating wetly on the water's surface.

An idea that made his heartbeat skip suddenly popped into his mind. Disregarding the work he was currently doing, he stared intently at the screen on his computer.

All of this was utterly silent, like a vividly colored moving scroll painting.

In the scattered light, the calf that stepped in was extraordinarily distinct.

The body with its smooth, flowing lines submerged into the water, resembling a completely unclad deity born from the sea.

Yan Qin's face flushed crimson from shyness and embarrassment. Feeling somewhat constrained, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, but his gaze was firmly glued to the screen without shifting away.

The flower stamen bobbed up and down with the movement of the ripples, and Yan Qin's field of vision swayed up and down along with it, like a lost fish.

Lin Sui propped up his head, leisurely twirling a flower petal, allowing the moisture to thoroughly soak his entire body.

He hoped this thing of Yan Qin's was somewhat useful and wouldn't be scrapped the moment it entered the water. Otherwise, this effort of his would be wasted, and that would be no fun.

However, Lin Sui guessed that Yan Qin wouldn't show off some shoddily made trinket in front of him. He casually scooped up a rose and crushed it in his palm.

Relying on the fact that no one was watching, that wisp of malice was released unscrupulously, melting into the room full of water vapor.

The flower petals stuck to his skin along with the water, and the pale red floral juice diffused, rippling out with the water's current.

The lustrous white and the gorgeous red were soft blades formed by the water, intertwining into fatal colors.

That cyan butterfly fluttered in the water, exuding a bewitching toxic dust even through the screen.

Water droplets trickled down. His ink-black hair further accentuated the fairness of his skin, and his upturned brows and eyes seemed naturally imbued with affection.

He didn't need to do anything at all, and his believers would willingly become his captives.

The author has something to say:

Wifey sneers: Useless thing.

Brother Yan in ecstasy: Woo woo, woof woof, snuggle, kiss!