After Being Adopted by the Obsessive Male Lead - Chapter 2

Chang Le lay on the bed, surveying the small wooden cabin. The decor was simple: earthen floors and mud walls, a single table, and one bed. Aside from those, the room was cluttered with various tools and sundries. It likely wasn’t the main house, but a side room used for patients to rest, essentially an ancient version of a hospital ward.

Near the square table in the room, Miss Qiu was looking up, talking with Jun Wang. As she recited the names of various medicinal herbs, her voice was crisp and clear, sounding like pearls dropping onto a jade plate.

Jun Wang turned slightly to listen. Chang Le couldn’t see his expression, only his broad shoulders and his half-tied long hair.

Standing together, the two of them looked like a perfect couple. However, Chang Le knew that once Jun Wang discovered Qiu He had found her “White Moonlight” the true savior she loved, who happened to be a disciple of the righteous Tianxuan Sect—he would lose his mind. He would resort to obsession and forced possession, eventually driving Qiu He to her death. At that point, he wouldn’t act like a human being at all.

Therefore, Chang Le had to break them up. Or rather, he had to prune this “rotten peach blossom” of a relationship.

A moment later, Jun Wang took a bamboo basket and strode out the door.

Seeing this, Chang Le’s expression sharpened. He chose the most direct approach. “Miss Qiu, that man is named Jun Wang, and the Demon Lord is also named Jun Wang. I don’t believe it’s a coincidence. There is a high probability that this man is the Demon Lord himself.”

Qiu He was surprised, but then she comforted him gently. “He truly has no demonic aura on him, so it is impossible for him to be the Demon Lord. Don’t worry.”

“But…”

“There are no ‘buts’,” Qiu He said, raising her voice slightly. “He is just a poor soul who has lost his memory. The poison in his system hasn’t even been neutralized yet. Besides, he is so handsome, it would be dangerous for him to be wandering out there alone. You really don’t need to be afraid.”

Chang Le was speechless. Qiu He was so firmly convinced that the man wasn’t the Demon Lord. He had no choice but to try a different angle. “But he doesn’t look like a good person either. We should still be on our guard.”

Qiu He burst out laughing. “How can you think he’s not a good person? You’ve only met him once. Are you still afraid he’s the Demon Lord? You’re so timid.”

“It’s not being timid, it’s a gut feeling,” Chang Le said solemnly. As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of Jun Wang entering the room with a medicine pot out of the corner of his eye.

Chang Le’s voice instinctively dropped by several decibels.

“Although Jun Wang is a man of few words, he has always been very polite. He can be called a gentleman, he definitely isn’t a bad person,” Qiu He said.

A gentleman?

Chang Le was dazed for a moment. He suddenly remembered that when Jun Wang was first rescued by Qiu He, he enjoyed the warmth she provided. To keep it, he tried his best to disguise himself as a gentleman in distress. In reality, he couldn’t suppress his bloodthirsty nature at all. Deep in the night, he would wear a mask and vent his frustrations at the Martial Hall, eventually becoming the top fighter there under the code name “Asura.”

Hearing his name, Jun Wang looked over. His gaze swept coldly across Chang Le.

Chang Le’s heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat began to pour. The Great Demon couldn’t have heard that, right?

Seeing that Chang Le’s complexion looked off, Qiu He turned around and realized Jun Wang had entered the room. Her eyes flickered with an idea as she instructed, “Jun Wang, come and help Chang Le apply his medicine. I’m going to brew the herbal decoction. You two try to get along.”

“Wait…”

Before Chang Le could finish his sentence, Qiu He’s hem vanished like a gust of wind past the door.

Only Chang Le and Jun Wang remained in the room.

Lin Man had mentioned that Jun Wang was a lunatic with a paranoid personality and a heavy killing intent. He had killed his own parents as a child and was reviled by everyone. The sect leader of the Tianxuan Sect, noting his peerless talent, had enlightened him and taken him in as a disciple. Jun Wang’s natural gift was incomparable. For a few years at the Tianxuan Sect, he served as the Head Disciple and subdued countless demons. By his early twenties, he had become a refined and graceful Immortal Lord. However, his murderous nature was truly difficult to change. During a dispute, he lost his temper and killed his own master, falling into the demonic path from then on.

Would such a brutal person just hack me to death directly?

Chang Le stared warily at Jun Wang.

Jun Wang acted as if he didn’t notice the gaze. He walked over step by step and reached out. His hand was broad with long, distinct fingers, and one could faintly see the veins beneath the skin. It looked like a very powerful hand, one that could easily strangle him to death. Chang Le’s heart jumped into his throat.

He watched helplessly as that hand… picked up the medicine bowl.

Wait, why is this happening in slow motion?

A sudden chill on his lower leg caused Chang Le to instinctively jerk his leg back.

“Hiss… it hurts!”

Chang Le winced in pain. He saw Jun Wang using his fingers to scoop out the ointment and apply it to his calf. Because of the sudden movement, some medicine had dripped onto the bed, staining the greyish-white sheets with a patch of green. Jun Wang held Chang Le’s leg firmly.

The muscles on the leg were well-proportioned without much excess fat. If one applied a bit of pressure, they would feel the bone.

Being held like that caused a stinging pain, and Chang Le wanted to pull his leg away again.

Jun Wang looked at Chang Le with displeasure. “Don’t move.”

His voice was deep, and it carried a heavy tone of reprimand.

The finely crushed herbs brushed against his skin, bringing a tingling itch. The rough pads of Jun Wang’s fingers pressed against his leg without a hint of gentleness, occasionally pressing down hard. Chang Le was ticklish and afraid of pain, so he simply closed his eyes and bit his lip to endure it, remaining perfectly still. By the time the medicine was applied, several deep teeth marks had appeared on his slightly reddened lips.

Chang Le opened his eyes to see that Jun Wang was already standing. Those phoenix eyes looked down at him from a height. “Are you very afraid of me?”

Even though the Demon Lord was wearing simple grey hemp clothes, he possessed the aura of a high-ranking ruler. It made Chang Le feel like a common criminal.

A wave of frustration rose in Chang Le’s heart. He really wanted to boast about his noble and unyielding character and reply that he wasn’t afraid. However, was “unyielding” in a cultivation world the same as in a normal one? A wise man knows when to submit to circumstances.

Chang Le blinked, and the words that came out were slightly high-pitched. “Not… not that afraid, I guess.”

Jun Wang’s gaze was sharp. “You recognize me. Do we have a grudge?”

Seeing that the Demon Lord was only asking questions and showed no signs of attacking, Chang Le felt relieved that he was currently amnesiac. Although he still looked arrogant, he didn’t seem as heartless and murderous as Lin Man had described.

“I don’t know you.” Chang Le didn’t want to mention the words “Demon Lord” in front of him, fearing that saying them too much might act as a keyword to trigger Jun Wang’s memories.

“If you don’t know me, why did you show such hostility the moment you saw me?”

You even noticed that? Chang Le’s expression stiffened. His mind raced as he felt the man staring intently at him. He blurted out, “Because you look fierce! Who wouldn’t be afraid?”

In all fairness, when Jun Wang wasn’t staring him down, that face was peerlessly handsome. But when those eyes looked over, even with a neutral expression, they were incredibly sharp. Because Chang Le had a guilty conscience, he felt the man was even fiercer than he actually was.

Jun Wang was surprised by the answer. His brows arched slightly, adding a touch of flamboyance to his face.

He didn’t look as gloomy and maddened as Lin Man had described, but rather possessed a bit of youthful spirit.

Jun Wang saw that the person before him was handsome. Although his hair was short, it was dark and silky, which complemented his snow-white skin. With his red lips and bright teeth, his skin was smooth and showed no signs of martial arts training. He was likely a young master from a wealthy family. However, this young master’s dark, moist eyes were full of wariness, and the reason was apparently that he “looked fierce.” Jun Wang let out a short laugh. “You truly are as timid as a mouse.”

Jun Wang turned to place the medicine bowl on the table. He glanced back with a warning, “I am indeed not some kind of saint, so you had better watch your tongue.”

He’s not even pretending anymore. Even though Miss Qiu had told them to get along, he dropped the act as soon as she left. Chang Le thought miserably that the problem was he really was afraid of him. This was the Demon Lord. Even if he had lost his memory, he still had magic, while Chang Le was just a cripple who couldn’t even get out of bed.

Why did the heavens forget to give me a golden finger when I transmigrated into this book!

A temporary silence fell over the small room. Jun Wang sat by the table, lifted the teapot, and poured a cup of water. The sound of splashing water accompanied the drifting aroma of tea.

Qiu He entered with the medicinal soup, her gaze circling the two men. “What’s wrong with you two?”

The room was silent. Chang Le and Jun Wang were on opposite sides, and neither spoke.

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Qiu He’s brows furrowed. “I rescued both of you, you are not allowed to fight.”

Seeing that Qiu He was on the verge of getting angry, Chang Le ultimately kept his mouth shut and obediently drank the medicine she fed him.

He couldn’t be too hasty, nor could he let Qiu He have a bad impression of him.

The medicine had a sedative effect. As Chang Le was thinking, he unintentionally drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up again, it was pitch black outside. Night had fallen. Chang Le turned his neck to relieve the stiffness in his muscles. In the silent night, a faint creaking sound suddenly echoed. The door was being opened and closed softly. For a brief moment, the moonlight peeked through the gap before retreating. Chang Le caught a glimpse of the figure closing the door, it was Jun Wang.

At this hour, is he going to the Martial Hall?

That’s right! If Miss Qiu knew that Jun Wang was frequenting the Martial Hall, a place where only the most wicked and desperate people went, she would surely realize he wasn’t a good person.

If Qiu He stopped caring about Jun Wang, he could take her to find her “White Moonlight” sooner.

Chang Le felt a surge of joy, but then he remembered how much she trusted Jun Wang earlier and felt worried. If he told her directly, she might not believe him, and it might even provoke Jun Wang. If that happened, the man really would kill him.

He couldn’t be reckless. He had to wait until he could walk, then lead Qiu He there to see it for herself.

Chang Le stared blankly at the dark ceiling. As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to recover from an injury to the tendons or bones. He didn’t know when he would finally be able to step on the ground.

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