After The Honest Person Was Discovered For Simultaneously Pursuing Three People - Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Save Me

Tao Ning is stunned. Is it really possible to determine whether a person is good or bad based on their birth date alone? He can’t imagine what Song’s father did next, so he can only listen as A-Yun continues his story. A-Yun’s face also looks a little grim: “Until that master appeared…”

At that time, A-Yun was only eleven or twelve years old. In his hazy memory, he followed behind the other servants. The atmosphere throughout the villa was as oppressive and stuffy as the calm before a storm. The servants didn’t dare to look up, but A-Yun, being young, hid behind one of them and curiously peered toward the center of the villa.

In the center of the villa stood a little boy with delicate features but an expressionless face. He had none of the lively vitality of a child. He was completely naked, like a piece of meat with no dignity, there to be inspected and criticized by others.

A-Yun knew this boy. A servant had told him this was the precious Second Young Master, Song Yucong. But the servant’s tone was full of contempt, saying it was a pity, that no matter how precious he was, his life was even more worthless than theirs, the servants! Just like his name, he was a weed, a useless thing!

Centering on the small Song Yucong, the area was covered with talismans that A-Yun didn’t understand. There were even a beheaded rooster and a black dog whose blood had been drained. Master Song and another boy with facial features similar to the Second Young Master stood by, watching with cold eyes. It was then that a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe entered.

Master Song’s stern face revealed a hint of fawning laughter as he stepped forward. “Master You, you’ve finally arrived. Last month, our family lost several plots of land, and a white rainbow pierced the sun. Are all these things related to this bad omen?”

The man named “Master You” was only middle-aged but had a beard half a handspan long. Hearing this, he stroked his beard, walked around the small Song Yucong, and in his squinting eyes, the muddy pupils flickered with a faint light. He shook his head and sighed, “The Second Young Master was born in the tenth month of the Year of the Dog. Metal and fire clash, and the five elements are at their weakest. His birth chart suppresses the year of birth, and his parents’ health is incomplete. He is destined to be a ‘Heaven-Sweeping Star’ reborn! He is fated to have no good fortune for life and to bring no peace to the family.”

He shook his head and sighed with emotion. Master Song’s face turned pale and he gave a look. His butler quickly brought two large boxes to Master You. “This is a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it, Master… If we can’t get rid of this bad omen, is there any other solution?”

Master You closed his eyes without speaking. Master Song immediately added five or six briefcases and sent them to him. Only then did Master You’s beard tremble. He opened his eyes slowly and said, “Misfortune is what good fortune relies on; good fortune is what misfortune lurks in. The Second Young Master’s fate is unsolvable. But his five organs and six breaths are excellent materials for protecting the home and attracting treasures. Extract his essence, qi, fluids, blood, and pulse and contain them within jade artifacts. Bury them ten feet from the Queen Mother’s southwestern palace, and the Song family will be blessed with eternal prosperity and a thriving fortune.”

Boom!

A thunderclap echoed outside the villa. A-Yun was startled. Haizhou has many typhoons and rainstorms. Unknowingly, a downpour had started outside. He thought that all the beautiful roses in the garden might wither after this storm.

He didn’t understand what Master Song and Master You were saying. A servant said they were going to drain the Second Young Master’s blood. His blood was very useful. If it was placed in high-quality jade artifacts, it could bless them with wealth! They said regretfully, “Sigh, what a shame. Such a worthless life, despite a precious birth. Who would have thought his body would be so valuable? At least he’s a little useful.”

With the sound of the thunder, two bodyguards rushed to the center of the villa and held the small Song Yucong down. Then, A-Yun saw someone approach Song Yucong, who was kneeling on the ground, with a syringe thicker than a child’s arm.

Master Song, the First Young Master Song, Master You, the butler, the driver… everyone, including A-Yun himself, stood by and watched from the outer circle. But A-Yun was curious to see what would happen next, while the others were expressionless, coldly watching the small Song Yucong struggle.

A-Yun recalls this scene and suddenly realizes it must have looked like a horror movie.

The small Song Yucong finally showed fear. His glass-like eyes were filled with terror. He looked at the two cold-faced relatives and pleaded in his not-so-fluent Chinese, “Dad, big brother, save me! I’ll be very good. I… I don’t want to get a blood draw…”

But no one responded. The villa was as silent as the grave.

Tap, tap, tap.

Until the sound of high heels echoed. The small Song Yucong’s dim eyes instantly brightened. He looked over carefully. It was Mrs. Song rushing over, her face, which was so similar to his, was filled with urgency. The small Song Yucong struggled even more, shouting, “Mom, save me…”

But Mrs. Song’s beautiful eyes didn’t even glance at him. She passed him like a wind that couldn’t be caught. She came to Master Song and slapped him hard. Her sharp nails left a bloody scratch on his face as she yelled, “How could you let Heng’er come out in this rain?! What if he gets sick? Are you trying to kill Heng’er just like you killed my father?!”

Master Song’s face was extremely grim. He was a son-in-law to his wife Wu Yue’s family, and this was a painful subject he could never bring up. But thankfully, he outlived his father-in-law, and all of the Wu family’s assets were now his, Song Rongguo’s. From now on, there was no Wu family, only the Song family.

But his father-in-law was a piece of trash. He left one-third of his inheritance to that bad omen in England. The will was nowhere to be found, and only the Wu family’s former lawyer was executing it.

When he asked his wife about it, all she did was scream and spout nonsense. She had gone mad.

He was filled with disgust and decided that he would divorce this woman sooner or later and bring his gentle lover back. He waved his hand and commanded, “Take the Madame and Song Heng to their rooms.”

The servants almost dragged Mrs. Song away. And the small Song Yucong continued to plead with her mournfully, crying, “Mom… don’t go! Don’t leave me!”

But from beginning to end, Mrs. Song never gave him a glance. No one did.

The bodyguard, holding the syringe, saw Master Song and Master You’s approval and was about to draw blood from the small Song Yucong’s body. But the small Song Yucong, seeing the two figures slowly disappearing up the stairs, suddenly found the strength to struggle violently. “Let go of me! Let go of me!”

The two bodyguards almost couldn’t hold him. Master Song was enraged. He coldly commanded again, “Lock him in the basement. Let him out when he’s obedient.” His face instantly changed as he looked at Master You. “Master, this bad omen is disobedient. How about we lock him up for a few hours before we draw his blood?”

“Naturally.”

The two bodyguards followed the command. One grabbed the small Song Yucong by his hair, and the other held his shoulders. They locked him in the basement. It was more of a solitary confinement room, with a small space that could only fit two or three people. After the iron door was shut, there were no windows, so no light could get in.

Only endless darkness and silence.

“Let me out! Let me out!”

“Dad! Mom! Big brother! Save me!”

“Let me out… I’ll be very good…”

“I’m very good… why are you locking me up…”

“…Dad, Mom, I want to go out…”

He hammered the iron door with all his might, but no one responded.

At first, the voice coming from behind the iron door was angry. Slowly, as time passed, the voice became weaker and softer, leaving only fear and the whimpering of a small beast. Finally, there was no sound at all.

Master You chose the right time, saying that the convergence of the Seven Stars was a sign of great fortune and an excellent time to draw a person’s lifeblood.

Master Song’s shrewd face finally showed a compassionate smile. He ordered the confinement room to be opened.

The servant dragged the small Song Yucong, who was on the verge of fainting, out. He opened his eyes, which were almost cried dry. In his blurry vision, he saw Master Song looking down at him. He wanted to ask for help, but he had said the words “help me” so many times that his throat was almost dry, and he couldn’t make a sound.

Then, he saw the bodyguard with the syringe come out and grab his hand. Another person used a rope to constrict his arm, making his slender veins protrude. Then he felt a sharp pain as the cold needle pierced his vein.

It hurt, so much.

The small Song Yucong wanted to struggle, but he couldn’t break free. He could feel his blood draining away, little by little. His breathing became rapid. He watched the viscous red blood in the syringe turn into ugly, hideous faces. The faces were a bloody mess but they opened their mouths and said:

You are a bad omen. Your life is as worthless as your name, like a weed.

What if you were born into a rich family? You will bring misfortune to everyone around you.

You should die!

The small Song Yucong’s pupils constricted. He let the thick syringe suck his blood. His face became paler and paler, and his arms were covered in purple bruises. He muttered, as if possessed, “I’m not… I’m not…”

His maternal grandfather clearly said he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and was destined for great wealth and prosperity, to continue the family’s legacy. His grandfather liked him but disliked his father and brother, saying they were as heartless as each other. That’s why he took his mother to England when she was about to give birth to him, but that’s what the servants said.

He was told that his fate was bad, and that his father, Master Song, who was far away in Hong Kong, hated him. Some even said that he wasn’t Master Song’s biological child.

He went and asked his mother if those things were true, but she rarely paid attention to him. She would spend her days crying on the phone, saying that Song Rongguo was an animal, and she would curse Song Rongguo with every vile word… Occasionally, his mother would hug him, but after a short while, she would push him away and curse him: “Get out! It’s all because of you that Rongguo doesn’t love me anymore! Get out!”

His grandfather said his mother had postpartum depression and was mentally unstable, and he should not take it to heart.

He remembered and tried his best to please his mother, and even started pleasing the servants, hoping they would stop calling him a bad omen. Until his grandfather passed away and his father came to take them back to the country.

The small Song Yucong thought that with his father and big brother, their family would be reunited, his mother would no longer be sad, and he would be good and obedient, and they would love him.

But they didn’t.

His father considered him unlucky and arranged his room in the most remote part of the house, covering it with sinister talismans. His brother never spoke to him, always looking at him and sizing him up with cold eyes, occasionally showing a bit of disdain and contempt, as if looking at a low-level animal. His mother loved his brother very much, always speaking to him in a soft voice, but when she faced him, there was only coldness.

No one.

No one loved him.

And now, they wanted to drain his blood.

The blood in the syringe became more and more, and more and more hideous and terrifying. The small Song Yucong couldn’t handle having so much blood drawn at once and completely fainted.

Since then, someone would come to draw his blood every few days. Sometimes Master Song would come, and his face would be ecstatic, saying that his blood was useful! Useful!

At first, when the bodyguards grabbed him, he would beg them not to draw his blood. Later, he would struggle, scream, and roar, but it was useless. He couldn’t break free at all.

If he didn’t cooperate, he would be locked in that damp, lightless basement.

That was the most terrifying place for Song Yucong in his life—because it was too quiet. There was no sound at all, not a single ray of light. He could only hug himself, huddle in a corner, and shiver. He would bury his head in his knees, counting every minute and second, trying to get through the terrifying fear that was driving him crazy by talking to himself.

Later, Song Yucong started to cooperate with them for the blood draws. If there were too many needle marks and bruises on his hands, they would draw from the veins in his feet, until his hands and legs were covered in dense, purple bruises.

And Song Yucong’s body temperature, over the years, became lower and lower, until he was like a cold corpse walking the world. If someone touched him lightly, they would shiver.

In the days that followed, a new group of servants started complaining. They said that the Second Young Master Song had a terrible temper, was moody and difficult to serve, and would often throw things and curse at people. His words were very unpleasant, so a new group of servants would replace the previous one.

Especially on a certain day in October that year, this bad-tempered Second Young Master Song suddenly went crazy, smashed the restaurant to pieces, and almost used a piece of porcelain to cut the First Young Master Song’s throat. Luckily, Mrs. Song came forward and stopped him.

Afterward, some people saw the bodyguards take the Second Young Master Song away. As for where they took him, very few people knew.

A-Yun knew that the Second Young Master had been taken to the basement again. He had never been there, but he heard people say that the place was eerie and it was best to stay away.

“Are you crazy, Song Yucong?!” “Get the cane!” “You really are a bad omen, I was right…” “You’re a lunatic!”

Countless insults and accusations echoed in his ears. Song Yucong huddled in a corner, breathing heavily. He was about to suffocate. His body started to tremble uncontrollably. The faces made of blood appeared again, one by one. They got closer, making hideous sounds.

“…Get… get away… get away…”

“…Save me…”

Song Yucong squeezed himself into the corner. He clutched his painful head, muttering to himself.

But it was no use. The voices of those people became an inescapable nightmare, as if they wanted to imprison him in this lightless confinement room and hold him there until he died.

He retreated in terror, shaking violently.

Just as he was about to lose all hope, a strong, sweet lemon scent suddenly dispelled the nauseating smell of blood. His ice-cold body was enveloped in a warm embrace. A soft, gentle voice sounded in his ear.

“I’m not leaving you.”

In an instant, the voices that terrified him disappeared. His world, filled with cruelty and pain, was left with only this soft, gentle voice that soothed his unease and despair.

He looked up, his eyes glistening with tears.

“…You really won’t leave me?”

The young man nodded and hugged him gently.

“Mhm, I really won’t.”

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