After Accidentally Sending Empathy Dolls to My Four Top Donors - Chapter 7

This bout of unconsciousness was not long, but having done nothing but sleep all day while having his mental energy completely drained, Wen Leling felt a deep exhaustion fill his body. He did not even have the strength to lift an arm.

Lifting his heavy eyelids, the first thing he saw was a plain white ceiling. It was a common sight, yet it still felt unfamiliar to him.

“Where is this place again?”

Wen Leling let out a helpless, weary sigh. He managed to lift an arm that felt as weak as soft dough to cover half of his face, letting out a peaceful, self-deprecating laugh.

Haha.

As he laughed, it turned into a bitter smile. He looked like a little bitter melon, his small face wrinkled with worry.

Fear of the strange environment sparked the few drops of strength remaining in his body. After idling for a while, he propped up his weak frame and sat up, looking around in confusion.

This room was massive and luxuriously decorated. Could it be a Guide’s dormitory in the White Tower? Or perhaps Mr. Xia’s home? Or was it possible that this was Song He’s house? Would Mr. Xia really go as far as to instigate Song He to take advantage of someone in such a vulnerable state?

Questions crowded his chaotic mind. Wen Leling wanted to get out of bed to investigate, but as soon as his foot poked out from under the covers and before it could touch the floor, he heard a “Clang!”

It was the sound of metal colliding.

A cold sensation gripped his ankle, and something restricted his movement. His heart sank. Wen Leling turned his head toward the foot of the bed with a sense of dread.

There was a gold chain of moderate thickness. One end was firmly locked to the foot of the bed, while the other was a leather cuff tightly buckled around his ankle.

?

Scenes of imprisonment from television dramas flashed through his mind. Wen Leling’s fatigue vanished instantly. He was wide awake, but it was not a good feeling.

Terrifying fear amplified exponentially. He instinctively pulled at the chain. The sudden coldness enveloped him like a fine mist of rain soaking his entire body. The abrupt change in temperature made him shudder involuntarily. The cuff rubbed against his skin, leaving a red mark on his jade-white flesh and causing a faint sting, yet the restraint did not budge.

Wen Leling grew frantic, his breathing as rapid as a drumbeat. He used both hands over the quilt, trying to tear it off, but his efforts were in vain.

What should he do?

Panic-induced cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his heart pounded in his throat. Wen Leling turned his head helplessly and looked around once more. This time, his gaze was clear and purposeful. He wanted to find a sharp object to help him break the chain.

His gaze swept across the wide, soft bed, then to the nightstand on the side, where it stopped. Wen Leling froze. His clear eyes, filled with hope, held a touch of disbelief.

Is that a key?

On the nightstand, next to a lamp, a golden key lay quietly, gleaming under the light. It was completely unguarded. It looked like a trivial, unimportant object.

Wen Leling could hardly believe his eyes. His heart beat even more wildly, as if it were about to leap out of his chest. There was the excitement of finding a literal lifeline, but also the trepidation triggered by his natural defensiveness.

However, the current situation did not allow him to ponder whether this was an oversight or a deliberate test. He quickly turned and lunged toward it, grabbing the key like a starving wolf and trembling as he inserted it into the lock of the ankle cuff.

“Click.”

The restraint snapped open. Wen Leling quickly pulled the cuff off and got out of bed. He did not see any shoes, so he immediately ran outside barefoot. Upon reaching the door, his back suddenly stiffened, his body leaned forward, and he used his toes to brake hard and stop in his tracks.

Wen Leling realized just in time that the person who trapped him here might be doing something elsewhere in the house. Consequently, he became cautious. He gently turned the doorknob, using all the control his small face could muster to pull the door open silently.

This was a small two-story villa. Outside the room, the morning light was bathed in a faint chill. The draft on his back made him feel like he could not stay for a single second. He placed his hand on the staircase railing, intending to walk lightly on his tiptoes.

The floor of the steps was very cold. He concentrated fully on walking down, his pale lips pursed tightly against the biting chill. He had only moved down two steps when an irresistible force suddenly seized him from behind.

Who was pulling his collar?

Wen Leling was stunned, his heart sinking. Like a puppet whose clockwork had stopped, his movements became stiff. He could not turn his head and allowed that force to manipulate him. It was not that he could not turn around; it was that he did not dare to.

In those dramas, if a captive protagonist failed to escape and was caught, they would be severely punished. On the screen, behind closed doors, there would be endless weeping. The more Wen Leling thought about it, the more terrified he became, his heart thumping incessantly.

“Where are you going?”

An unfamiliar male voice rang in his ear. His shoulders trembled imperceptibly, and his fingers jumped uneasily at his sides. He did not expect a sudden follow-up attack.

Wen Leling gasped in shock, “Uh, ah!” In an instant, he was easily lifted off the ground by a terrifyingly powerful force.

The man’s strong arm wrapped around his stomach and back. It was hard and heavy, causing him pain and even obstructing his breathing. His face turned red, though he could not tell if it was from the lack of air or the shame caused by this invisible assault.

The way the man held him was humiliating, carrying him under his arm like a disobedient child as he walked back toward the bedroom.

Seeing this, Wen Leling struggled vigorously, his hands and legs moving in a flurry of kicks and blows. “Let go! Who are you? Let me go!”

But no matter how much he resisted, his attacks on the man were like stones sinking into the sea. The man’s pace did not falter in the slightest. Wen Leling was carried back into that bedroom and thrown onto the bed without mercy.

As if falling into a soft pile of clouds, the mattress bounced and sank slightly, gently catching Wen Leling’s falling body. He sucked in a cold breath, feeling as though he had met a great disaster only to escape death once again.

This was hardly a toss. Wen Leling felt like he had been swung out on a giant pendulum. The moment he flew away from his support, his mind went blank. His fingers clawed frantically at the air to gain a sense of security, and even his toes curled tight until he landed on the soft bed.

His slightly long hair was disheveled. A few strands stuck to his forehead, which was damp with sweat from tension. He accidentally bit his tongue during the jolt, knitting his brows and letting out a low groan, “Ah.”

Before he could regain his balance and lie still, Wen Leling felt several more buttons on his shirt pop open. His thin chest was exposed to the air. The sudden draft made his body shiver, and the two pale pink-brown points on his chest perked up.

The sense of shame intensified, causing his naturally fair skin to be stained with an alluring, thin layer of pink. One side of his shirt slid down to his shoulder, hanging precariously at the crook of his arm and revealing a well-proportioned, soft shoulder.

He wanted to straighten his clothes and struggled to crawl up, but an oppressive shadow loomed over him at that moment, sending a chill down his spine. The man stood by the bed, looking down at him.

The curtains were drawn and no lights were on. In the dim gray light, Wen Leling could not see the man’s expression clearly, but he could feel the airtight, suffocating pressure. His panicked gaze moved down from the man’s formidable face and finally settled on his chest.

The man wore a dark military uniform, his large chest muscles making the inner lining look tight. On his left chest, there was a prominent ID badge:

• • White Tower Team 012 Captain.

• • Fu Tingchuan.

It was the Sentinel he had refused to be responsible for.

A Sentinel attacking a Guide is a crime punishable by death, but the man did not look like the type to follow the law at all. This made Wen Leling feel very uneasy. He finally mustered the courage to look up and meet his gaze, only for Fu Tingchuan to frown first and speak: “It seems you have recovered well. You even have the strength to run away.”

His cold gaze swept over Wen Leling. Wen Leling immediately became like a frightened bird, his velvet-like eyelashes trembling as he lowered his head.

Fu Tingchuan did not say anything else. Instead, he leaned down close to that creamy, delicate face. When he met those large, bright eyes that remained beautiful and spirited despite the hidden fear, a hint of meaningful emotion flashed in his gaze.

They were very beautiful and very familiar eyes, looking exactly like Lele’s, but he was not Lele.

Fu Tingchuan had noticed that uncanny similarity the first time he saw Wen Leling. He had immediately sent people to investigate, but the results clearly showed that Wen Leling’s identity information had never logged into that livestreaming platform. His hurried efforts had resulted in nothing but a false hope.

Fu Tingchuan pinched the bridge of his aching nose. He propped his hands on the edge of the bed and leaned back slightly, clenching and unclenching his fists. Then, he reached toward Wen Leling, wanting to see if he had a fever.

But since he did not say anything, how could Wen Leling know? He was unclear about the purpose of this gesture. Seeing the “demon claw” stretching toward him, he scrambled backward, flailing his legs in panic.

Two long, soft, snowy white legs kicked in front of him. Fu Tingchuan did not look away; his brow simply furrowed deeper as he shouted sternly, “Stop moving!”

A cold, large hand grabbed his calf, squeezing the slightly plump part of his leg, causing the muscle there to contract. It was so strange.

Wen Leling’s thoughts stalled. He stared at Fu Tingchuan. The man’s words seemed to have a strange magic that could control him and make him obedient. In those few seconds when he could have broken free, the thought of escaping never even crossed his mind. By the time he wanted to pull away, it was already too late.

Fu Tingchuan was now kneeling on his legs, fastening the buttons of his shirt.

Wen Leling’s palms were full of cold sweat. He instinctively lightened his breathing, lying flat and not daring to move. He did not dare to look around, but he could not help but secretly watch Fu Tingchuan’s movements. Even swallowing became exceptionally difficult, for fear of disturbing Fu Tingchuan’s handling of him, worried that something might happen in the next second that would make him cry out in pain.

A man this strong could probably send him flying a hundred meters with a single punch.

“Still thinking about running?” Fu Tingchuan reached toward Wen Leling again. His thick arm blocked Wen Leling’s worried, thoughtful gaze. Not knowing what he was thinking, the man made a random guess and placed the back of his hand against his forehead to check his temperature.

It was normal, but according to the doctor’s orders, he still needed to be observed for a period and could not be allowed to leave.

Fu Tingchuan stood up with a stern face and helped Wen Leling up as well. Without giving Wen Leling a chance to speak, he continued: “Dressed like this, where do you think you’re running to?”

Wen Leling had not felt that anything was wrong at first, but after the man said that, he looked down. He saw that the thin shirt was already covered in wrinkles. Although it was just an ordinary set of pajamas, the problem was: how did his clothes get changed?

A bunch of question marks were about to pop out of his confused head. His eyes widened. The concern for his innocence cut through his fearful thoughts as he asked tentatively:

“You, you were the one who undressed me?”

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