After Redeeming the Obsessive Villain Again (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 24

Last time, in order to qualify to perform surgery on Lu Yinshen, Yan Yi used the system’s power to infiltrate his home. On one hand, he acted as an inseparable male housekeeper; on the other, he became a doctor capable of healing Lu Yinshen’s legs.

A black cloth covered his eyes, and the skin around his eye sockets felt itchy. His vision fell into darkness, preventing him from seeing Lu Yinshen’s passionate expression. However, the force with which the man’s hand pinned his neck served as a constant reminder of how turbulent his inner emotions were at that moment.

His neck was gripped tightly. His breathing became labored, and a sense of suffocation surged over him like an unavoidable, crashing wave. The sensation of impending death swept through Yan Yi, his body heaving violently. But with his movements restrained and his windpipe crushed, he could not get any oxygen to relieve the hollow, painful sensation of drowning in his chest.

A low moan of pain was forced from his throat.

Yet, a cool spring met the scorching flames. A sensation of coolness struck him as the scent of ointment wafted from Lu Yinshen’s fingertips, creating a thick, intense aroma. It stimulated Yan Yi’s brain. His heart pounded, the rhythm becoming more frantic and intense with every beat.

The suffocation grew even stronger. The handcuffs and shackles collided with the bedframe, letting out a crisp metallic clatter accompanied by a muffled groan of pain. Yan Yi opened his lips wide, hoping to strip a few molecules of oxygen from the dry, hot air to ease the stifling ache in his hollow chest.

But he failed completely. The agony of death entwined around him, and his body continued to plummet, on the verge of reaching the abyss. Deep black clouds loomed before his eyes; his gaze was shrouded, unable to make out any scenery or Lu Yinshen’s face.

His head spun. The overwhelming pain made his brain feel heavy and groggy. He wanted to take a deep breath, but there was no way.

The wine in the glass spilled over. In mid-air, the temperature rose as heat waves mingled with the intoxication of the alcohol. Pain followed closely behind, refusing to relent, wrapping Yan Yi within it. Yan Yi felt as if he were suspended in mid-air, his body severely shackled. To find release, he could only rely on the man’s heart softening.

Aside from the chilled skin where the metal cuffed him, every inch of his body was burning with a cold, searing heat. Yan Yi’s body was split into two parts: one part suffered unbearable soreness, teetering on the edge of death, while the other derived a strange, twisted pleasure from this extreme, bone-piercing heat.

Recklessly, he wanted to taste more, looking every bit like a madman who could not distinguish between pain and pleasure.

His pupils were a suppressed, dark color. Yan Yi’s eyelashes trembled as he was forced to tilt his chin up, hoping to grant his throat a slight reprieve from the restraint and praying his suffocating body could steal a moment of coolness.

The corners of Lu Yinshen’s eyes were a shimmering, moist red, and his pupils were dark and suppressed. His figure swayed for a few moments; his legs had only recently recovered, and his physical strength was lacking. Now, he could hardly support himself.

The force in his hand loosened slightly. The airflow that had been held back for so long finally filled the suffocating void. Yan Yi gasped for air, his voice growing raspier due to the prolonged lack of oxygen.

“Uncle, can you let me see what you look like right now?”

His hands and feet were bound, and his sight was stripped away, leaving him unable to see even Lu Yinshen’s expression. Whether it was an expression of hatred or something else, Yan Yi wanted to see it with his own eyes. He wanted it desperately.

A cold palm pressed against his face. Lu Yinshen’s voice was low and hoarse, his tone carrying a hint of mockery and cynicism. “Baby, are you still trying to negotiate with me at a time like this?”

Yan Yi strained to lift his chin. Blood seeped from his lips, slowly flowing down his pale jaw and neckline. It was hauntingly beautiful.

“Little Uncle, I am begging you.”

Lu Yinshen was most vulnerable to him like this. This version of Yan Yi, acting spoiled and showing weakness, made him unable to continue treating him so fiercely. The hatred sank deeper, but the love grew equally intense. The two emotions intertwined, leaving his entire heart willing to sink for him.

The blood was licked away by a tongue. A well-defined, beautiful hand covered the black cloth. Slender fingertips slowly and deliberately peeled back a corner of the fabric, revealing a tiny gap just enough for his gaze to pierce through.

Black pupils met beautiful eyes filled with thick, ruthless intensity. Lu Yinshen’s heart had softened after all.

Yan Yi exerted himself to hold up his face and dropped a gentle kiss on Lu Yinshen’s eyes. Unfortunately, his arms were unable to reach out to protect him in an embrace. Gentle kisses fell densely upon Lu Yinshen’s brow and cheeks, causing his body to tremble involuntarily. Almost instinctively, he could not pull away; he could only passively receive the kisses given to him.

A magnetic, ear-caressing low voice flowed into Lu Yinshen’s ears through their lingering, intertwined lips. The black cloth rubbed against their skin, and the temperature was staggering.

Yan Yi unhurriedly bit and kissed his lips, his tone hiding a feral ruthlessness. “Baby, treat me as the source of your despair. Hate me forever.”

Eliminating the villain’s despair index was his mission, but once the mission was complete, he would be forced by the system to leave this world. He wanted Lu Yinshen to love him, but even more, he wanted Lu Yinshen to hate him.

Lu Yinshen’s lips and tongue were kissed into numbness, as were his legs. He could no longer maintain his superficial dominance and collapsed breathlessly into Yan Yi’s arms. But the flames did not recede; they remained high. The air in the room continued to boil.

Deep in Lu Yinshen’s eyes, there was an equal measure of violence. Gripping Yan Yi’s shoulders, the moist, crimson corners of his eyes looking enchanting, he kissed Yan Yi’s tear mole with fierce strength.

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds. The dark clouds swayed back and forth like the rippling wine in a glass, filling the room with an ambiguous atmosphere. Hormones secreted and collided; Yan Yi was led by the actions to become equally fierce and crude.

Their teeth clashed again. Blood and saliva pulled and connected, leaving thrilling, magnificent marks on each other’s bodies.

“Baby, have you bitten enough?” The black blindfold fell loosely to the floor.

Yan Yi’s dark pupils stared directly into his eyes, tracing and capturing his every expression. Lu Yinshen’s brows were thick and dark, and his eyes were a deep, suppressed red. Like a madman, he lunged forward again to bite Yan Yi’s lower lip.

The metallic smell of blood lingering in his nose refused to dissipate. The scent of blood stirred the deep, strong wine within Yan Yi’s body. Flashes of scarlet appeared in his pupils, drawing out the deeply hidden, primitive beast within him.

A silver light flickered. The handcuffs and shackles were unlocked. Their bodies flipped. Amidst Lu Yinshen’s shocked expression, Yan Yi gripped his jaw and kissed him fiercely.

His blood blossomed on Lu Yinshen’s cheek, neck, and pale collarbone, as if he were crazily painting him with blood. The force on Lu Yinshen’s jaw did not let up. Yan Yi forced him to look directly at the display screen hanging on the wall.

The scene displayed on it was Lu Yinshen’s room. Their expressions and their looks, every detail was captured by the surveillance camera. Lu Yinshen’s pupils dilated. His shock did not spoil his magnificent, vivid face; he looked peerlessly bewitching.

Yan Yi clamped down hard on his jaw, his lips pressing close to his ear. “Baby, I am not the only one being watched. Look at your own expression with your own eyes.”

The moon hung high, the dark clouds covered it, and the sun rotated and set. The night grew dark again.

The mature red rose bloomed for a day and a night, reaching the absolute peak of its flowering. The flames settled into peace, hiding deep within to wait for the next time.

The rain pattered outside. A trace of warmth remained by the bed. Lu Yinshen woke up abruptly. His expression was blank and numb, yet it carried a lingering sense of decadent charm. His eyes looked around in confusion.

Yan Yi was gone.

His abdomen felt full, and his legs were weak and sore. Lu Yinshen struggled to maintain a somewhat composed, cold expression. He pressed down hard on his phone, but after several attempts, he still could not unlock the screen.

His chest trembled violently. He pressed down firmly on his uncontrollable wrist bone, and only then did the screen finally light up. The location on the GPS was not far, but Lu Yinshen’s eyes remained grey and dead, with only a few flickers of fading light in the deepest depths.

Dragging his broken body and shattered soul, he halfway crawled out the door. He pressed the elevator button several times, but it would not stop. The confusion in his eyes intensified. He struggled to turn his body and stumbled down the stairs, his trouser legs dragging on the ground, getting soaked and muddy. It was a pathetic sight.

On this rainy day, his legs were filled with a biting chill. It felt as if his bones were twitching, a pain that left Lu Yinshen numb. His ankle twisted sharply, his body swayed, and raindrops fell. Despair and the cold wind trapped him, pinning him to the spot.

After the successful surgery, Yan Yi and the memories had disappeared into the rainy day. The pain of being loved surged over him. His teeth chattered. He did not believe that Yan Yi had no feelings for him at all.

His precious memories were being interfered with by an unknown power. He had intentionally trained his memory, and only then did he manage to snatch some back. Now, it seemed he had been abandoned again.

His hands unconsciously stroked his abdomen. It felt full and bloated, the only thing Yan Yi had left him. Hatred surged.

The rain grew heavier. Cold water droplets spread to his every bone and to that heart that never learned its lesson. He should have understood. How could a person like Yan Yi truly love him?

The torrential rain washed over the ground and Lu Yinshen’s gaunt frame without mercy. The system’s piercing mechanical voice churned through Yan Yi’s brain.

[Warning! The villain’s despair index has exceeded the critical point. Please eliminate it as soon as possible.]

Several alerts in a row told Yan Yi that something had gone wrong with Lu Yinshen. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the ointment he had just purchased at the pharmacy. His knuckles holding the black umbrella turned white as he quickly sped up, running forward.

Extreme worry pulsed through him; his heart constricted, unable to find peace. The black umbrella and the ointment rolled away. Yan Yi’s heart settled slightly only to be instantly suspended high in the air as he firmly wrapped his arms around the cold body in his embrace.

The body temperature was terrifyingly cold. He controlled the expression of heartache and panic on his face, gently stroking the top of Lu Yinshen’s head. “Don’t worry, I am back.”

Lu Yinshen’s dead eyes were numb. His lips moved, and Yan Yi leaned in to hear clearly. “I seem to be having hallucinations again.”

Lu Yinshen was a madman trapped in delusions, a psychiatric patient who asked everyone he met where his lover was. He had been fine for a few months, but today it returned.

It is fine. It is fine. With the clothes and the hallucinations, the rest of his life would not be too hard to endure.

Seeing Lu Yinshen’s eyes out of focus made it impossible for Yan Yi’s heart to settle. He did not know how long this man had been out in the rain, nor how much pain he was in right now.

Worried he would catch a cold, Yan Yi carried him and hurried back home. The ointment and the umbrella lay silently in the rain. Clearly, before leaving, he had used his power to make his Yinshen fall asleep before feeling safe enough to go to the pharmacy for that item. How did the power suddenly fail, allowing him to wake up halfway?

With a sickly pale face, Lu Yinshen let Yan Yi bathe him and blow-dry his hair.

“Yinshen, can you feel it?” Yan Yi cupped his face and kissed his cheek. “Would a fake Yan Yi kiss you like this? Or would he do this to you?”

Their lips touched again. Yan Yi kissed Lu Yinshen’s lips tenderly. His movements did not have a shred of ferocity; they were lingering and gentle, slowly awakening Lu Yinshen’s actual senses.

He tasted a hint of saltiness within the lips. Yan Yi paused. The freshly dried hair was fluffy and dry; it was not dripping water. The salty taste in his mouth was a bitterness that had not been sensed even during the day and night of passion.

His tongue stung, and blood flowed out, joining Yan Yi’s blood-stained lips. It was a shocking sight; an outsider would think it was a crime scene.

The belt was suddenly yanked down. Lu Yinshen’s eyes were filled with a desperate resolve. Yan Yi knew he should not refuse. The current Lu Yinshen needed this method to confirm his existence.

Torn wounds could not heal. Blood soaked both their bodies, blooming like flowers on their pale skin, crimson and lush. Love and hate struggled and sank.

The night grew even darker. Tonight, the darkness felt exceptionally long.

Lu Yinshen’s face was abnormally flushed. His body was burning hot. The heavy rain had soaked him, and the cold had led to a persistent high fever. Yan Yi discovered it immediately. He fed him fever-reducing medicine and used physical cooling methods, finally bringing his temperature down.

As long as he was cared for properly, Lu Yinshen would soon recover.

“Yinshen, have some porridge, okay?” This porridge was made by Yan Yi in the kitchen while he was unconscious. It was still warm, the perfect temperature.

Lu Yinshen buried his face in the crook of Yan Yi’s neck. The side of his face was slightly hot. His stomach cramped with hunger, but he had no appetite.

Yan Yi tested the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand. It was still a bit hot, but much better than at the start. Knowing he had no appetite, Yan Yi did not want to force him.

Setting the porridge aside, he wrapped his arms around Lu Yinshen’s shoulders, pressing their faces together intimately. In a gentle tone, he offered an explanation for what felt like the hundredth time. “Yinshen, I did not run away. I went to buy medicine for you yesterday. I am sorry. I did not think it through, and I made you sad.”

That kind of ointment was for a private purpose, but it was necessary now. The one he bought yesterday was accidentally lost in his haste. Yan Yi really did not want Lu Yinshen to be sad because of him again. This time, he did not go out to buy it but chose to purchase it on a platform with excellent privacy.

Lu Yinshen’s abdomen had returned to being flat, and the torn wounds had healed a bit. Yan Yi kissed his cheek, feeling his excessive heat. “Baby, I love you.”

Lu Yinshen did not speak for a long time. He curled up in Yan Yi’s arms and closed his eyes. His throat was hoarse and dry, making it hard to swallow love, but he still refused to let go.

Even in death, Yan Yi would have to be buried with him.

After resting in his arms for a long while, Lu Yinshen’s complexion improved. Seeing this, Yan Yi brushed his thumb against the corner of Lu Yinshen’s lips and asked, “What do you want to eat?”

So much time had passed that the porridge from earlier was already cold, and Yan Yi would never feed Lu Yinshen cold food.

Lu Yinshen’s appetite had still not fully recovered, but he was truly hungry. He rubbed against the side of Yan Yi’s neck, his soft hair creating a slight itching sensation. “Something sweet,” he murmured.

Yan Yi stroked the top of his head, his gaze tender and lingering. “Alright.”

Since Lu Yinshen was awake, Yan Yi did not choose to go to the kitchen to cook. Instead, he ordered two portions of red date and longan porridge for delivery. Yan Yi was not particularly fond of sweets, but he wanted to eat the same food as Lu Yinshen.

He held Lu Yinshen, whispering sweet words into his ear over and over again. Yan Yi did not know how much they helped, but if it could make this man even slightly happier, he was willing to hold him and speak until roses withered and bloomed repeatedly, until the flowers were extinct.

As the porridge flowed into his parched throat, his cramping stomach was finally soothed, and Lu Yinshen’s complexion brightened further. Yan Yi took out a thermometer and checked his temperature again. Perhaps the previous fever medicine had taken effect, as Lu Yinshen’s temperature had completely returned to normal. At this rate, he would be fully recovered in a couple of days.

“Is there anywhere else that feels uncomfortable?” Yan Yi lowered his head to kiss his brow.

Lu Yinshen shook his head, his voice raspy. “I am fine.”

The two held each other quietly in a warm embrace for a long time. Yan Yi held his hand, their fingers interlocking. Suddenly, a melodic ringtone broke the silence; it was Lu Yinshen’s phone.

Yan Yi looked down at the man in his arms, who remained motionless. He reached out his long arm to grab the phone and pressed the speakerphone button.

“Yinshen, what have you been doing these past few days?” A voice that was somewhat aged yet vigorous echoed in the bedroom. The caller was Lu Anguo.

Yan Yi gripped the phone, pausing for a few moments before replying, “What is it, Grandfather?”

The old master’s voice rose in shock. “Why are you the one answering the phone? Where is my son?”

Yan Yi offered a vague explanation. “Little Uncle is not quite available right now.”

“Not available? What do you mean not available? What exactly have you done to my son?”

Along with that piercing, loud voice, the heavy, muffled sound of a hand striking a wooden table followed immediately. One could tell from the sound that the old man had not held back his strength when he slapped the table. “I do not care! Give the phone to your uncle right now!”

Yan Yi pressed his palm against the back of Lu Yinshen’s neck, his dark eyes curving as he mouthed the words: “Grandfather wants you to speak.”

Lu Yinshen leaned lazily against Yan Yi’s chest. “Dad, is something wrong?”

It was meant to be a cold tone, but his excessively dry and hoarse voice made it sound unusual.

There was another heavy slap against the table. Lu Anguo’s palm was red from his own striking, and he spoke through gritted teeth. “Yan Yi, that little rascal! Is your voice like that because of him?”

Lu Yinshen told a half-truth calmly. “I was not careful in the rain and caught a cold.”

The old master snorted, not believing his son’s story at all. Did he think he was a three-year-old child? Lu Anguo took a deep breath and exhaled with difficulty. After a long pause, he said, “The shareholders of your company have come to me. Your legs just recovered, yet you only stayed at the company for one day before disappearing for the next two. Even if there are no problems with company operations, you cannot act like this.”

“Even though you took a leave of absence, the media only recently released the news that your legs are healed. The shareholders and investors have only just been reassured, yet you take so many days off at such a critical time just to mess around with your nephew?”

By the last sentence, the old man’s voice had risen so much it nearly cracked. Clearly, he did not believe his son actually had a cold. The thought made his temples throb with anger.

Lately, his second son, his second son’s wife, and even that brat Lu Ang had taken turns trying to persuade him. They said being gay was normal, that it was okay not to have children in this era, and that the Lu family did not have a throne to inherit. They told him he was worrying over nothing. They wanted him to accept that his proudest youngest son was with the Lu family’s foster son.

After being bombarded with Lu Ang’s twisted logic, he remained stubborn and refused to listen. However, he could not leave the matter of this uncle and nephew unresolved. Unfortunately, those two were like Siamese twins, sticking together every day and giving him no chance to meet them for a talk.

At his age, Lu Anguo had stopped assembling models and collecting calligraphy or antiques. He had even turned down his old friends for chess games. Instead, he put on his reading glasses and studied the subject of homosexuality word by word, only to discover that sexual orientation was actually innate and could not be changed.

His hope of holding a grandchild from his seventh son was shattered. He could not vent this frustration, yet he could not actually do anything to those two. Was he supposed to beat them to death?

After tossing and turning for many days, he finally decided to try and accept it. He called simply to tell them to come back so he could observe whether Yan Yi was truly sincere toward his son. And the result? That little rascal had completely made off with his son.

Lu Anguo was so furious he could hardly speak clearly. “You, you, very well! Very well!”

Yan Yi softened his voice. “Grandfather.”

“Do not call me Grandfather! I am not your grandfather!”

Lu Yinshen frowned slightly. “Dad, he is still young. Do not be mean to him.”

Fine, fine. His son was grown now and would not let his father be mean to his partner. Lu Anguo felt a wave of bitterness. Originally, he liked and admired the foster son of his second son’s family quite a bit. He did not mind giving him money or shares, but now this brat had turned his son into this state. Now, no matter how he looked at Yan Yi, he found him disagreeable.

He was so angry he wanted to hang up immediately, but thinking of his son’s lifelong happiness and his responsibility as a father, he held back. His youngest son was not a playboy. Since he was a child, he had shown no interest in girls or boys, spending every day acting cool with a frozen face. In terms of emotions, he was no different from an idiot, lacking any of the charm his father had in his younger days.

Now that his son had plunged in headfirst, Lu Anguo needed to see if the partner was a good match. Having married seven wives, the old master was experienced; he would know with just a careful look. His voice, originally full of gritted teeth, slowed down intentionally, making it sound even more chilling.

“Yinshen, tomorrow, no, tomorrow your body might not be suitable. Let us make it a week from now. Bring that brat and have a gathering with your father.”

Without waiting for a reply, Lu Anguo immediately hung up the phone.

Yan Yi kissed his cheek. “It seems Grandfather has accepted us.”

Given Lu Anguo’s personality, if he truly opposed them, he would never have taken the initiative to call. Calling now meant he likely felt he could try to accept them. The corners of Lu Yinshen’s pale lips curved slightly. He felt a sense of relief and joy. No one wants their love to go without the blessing of their family, and he was no different.

Yan Yi’s dark eyes twinkled, his smile genuine. He looked at Lu Yinshen with focused attention, gently rubbing against his face. His voice rose at the end, sounding very much like he was acting spoiled. “Uncle, Little Yi likes you most in the whole world.”

Lu Yinshen’s cheeks flushed crimson. He wrapped his arms around Yan Yi’s neck, his neckline straining into a beautiful curve. Yan Yi lowered his head to suckle his lips, his breath swirling around the shell of his ear as he carefully tasted his tongue and lips.

A dull pain came from the lips where the blood had scabbed. Yan Yi licked Lu Yinshen’s lower lip and restrained his shoulders. “Does it hurt?”

He had not held back his strength earlier, and he was not the only one who had been bleeding. A red mist swirled in Lu Yinshen’s eyes, and he kissed back even harder than Yan Yi. It was as if he wanted to crush himself and embed himself into Yan Yi’s vibrant heart, turning himself into the blood circulating deep within his body, becoming one.

Their hot breath sprayed across each other’s faces and chins. Sticky threads of saliva were pulled into the air, creating an incredibly ambiguous atmosphere. Their short breaths were low and raspy.

Yan Yi held his earlobe in his mouth, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he praised him. “Baby, you are wonderful.”

Lu Yinshen did not answer. He turned his head, bit Yan Yi’s cheek, and left another fierce bite mark there.

The sky grew dim. After Yan Yi and Lu Yinshen finished washing up together, they lay under the covers, falling asleep in each other’s arms in a quiet, warm peace.