After The Honest Person Was Discovered For Simultaneously Pursuing Three People - Chapter 85

Chapter 85: Driven to Madness

Although Tao Ning knew that the person in front of him wouldn’t hurt him, the dark environment easily bred fear, especially with his hands and feet bound. Tao Ning felt uneasy. Even though he didn’t know the reason, Zhao Jingqun’s action of silently drugging him and tying him to the bed was too bizarre.

If Zhao Jingqun had brought him here, then Xu Jun… right, and Xu Jun! Did Zhao Jingqun tie Xu Jun up and bring him here too?

What exactly did Zhao Jingqun want to do?

Rough fingers pinched the soft flesh of his face. Tao Ning couldn’t move and had to mumble, “I missed you… Zhao Jingqun, Xu Jun… my roommate he…”

Before he could complete a sentence, the fingers pinching his cheek tightened. In the darkness, Zhao Jingqun, whose face couldn’t be seen, laughed softly. The laugh was not like a feather; it was more like a dangerous hook. It was as if the hook would pierce his throat and then turn into a tongue to lick and suck until the prey in his hand was utterly speechless, should Tao Ning mention a certain name again.

Tao Ning closed his mouth in the face of this sinister laughter.

His intuition told him it was best not to mention the names of other men, or something irreversible would happen.

“Tao Ning.” Seeing that Tao Ning had stopped talking, the person in the darkness called out his name.

Since they reunited, Zhao Jingqun had almost never called him by his name. Suddenly being addressed by name, Tao Ning’s heart gave a violent lurch, but he quickly regained his composure and hesitantly replied, “Mmm.”

…What exactly happened? What was Zhao Jingqun trying to do?

Suddenly, a wave of hot breath slowly drew near him. The breathing went from light to heavy, like a tall, strong wild wolf on a desolate prairie, carrying a strong, suffocating pheromone scent, panting heavily as it slowly approached Tao Ning’s lips. The hot breath was so close.

It was clearly an intimate and romantic gesture, but the gaze that fell on him was too icy. His brain sensed danger, and goosebumps rose all over his body. Tao Ning finally realized that Zhao Jingqun’s current state was very wrong.

What made Tao Ning break out in a cold sweat was that another hand reached out in the darkness and grabbed his waist. The temperature of the palm was terrifyingly hot, like gushing, scorching magma. Just the touch of this hand sent a trembling heat through his clothes and into his skin.

Tao Ning shivered involuntarily.

Perhaps his reaction pleased the person in the dark. Zhao Jingqun laughed again. The hand gripping Tao Ning’s waist was wide and rough, almost capable of snapping his waist with one hand.

His hot breath and a low, husky voice intertwined, “Tao Ning, have I ever told you that my sex drive is very strong? I have to ejaculate over your clothes and photos every day.”

The straightforward words made Tao Ning’s mind go blank. Apart from not knowing about the last part, Tao Ning didn’t need Zhao Jingqun to tell him about the first part. He could feel that Zhao Jingqun usually held back with great difficulty. When they kissed, he would only stop when Tao Ning was out of breath.

But… but what did this have to do with tying him up?

The hand pinching his cheek let go. Although he didn’t know if Zhao Jingqun could see him, Tao Ning still nodded stiffly. Unexpectedly, this nodding action seemed to anger the person in front of him. The hand gripping his waist tightened, followed by a cold, suppressed question.

“Since you know that, how dare you cheat on me with those two wild dogs, Song Yucong and Xu Jun?!” Zhao Jingqun gritted his teeth. “Tao Ning, I seriously want to fuck you to death right now.”

His mind buzzed, and Tao Ning was speechless.

At this moment, the man who grew up in a dirty, chaotic environment and dealt with bloodshed finally tore off his usual mask of playful pretense. Even if a thug turns into a rich young master one day, it doesn’t change the fact that he is a foul-mouthed hooligan at heart.

“I…” This matter concerned his mission, and Tao Ning couldn’t tell him the truth. He could only half-heartedly and completely deny it. “…I didn’t.”

“You didn’t—?” The person in the darkness instantly raised his voice. With a whoosh, Tao Ning was roughly dragged over to press against the man’s chest. Tao Ning could feel his violent heaving, wondering if it was because of his words.

“You dare say you didn’t?!”

With a snap, the dim, yellow light turned on. The darkness dissipated. Tao Ning couldn’t help but squint to adjust to the light, but as soon as his vision cleared, he was terrified by the person in front of him. Zhao Jingqun’s current appearance could truly be described as terrifying.

He looked like an enraged male beast. His hair was messy, his eyes were bloodshot, and the dark circles under his eyes made his usually somewhat sunny face look utterly haggard. All traces of his vague smile were gone. The words squeezed out of his throat instantly contorted his face.

Gripping Tao Ning’s shoulder with one hand, the veins on the back of Zhao Jingqun’s hand bulged menacingly. He forcefully pushed Tao Ning towards the wall and roared, “Do you dare to say you didn’t, looking at these photos?!”

His voice trembled at the end, filled with indescribable despair and jealousy—a hatred-fueled, bone-deep jealousy.

Tao Ning followed the direction he pointed and, upon seeing the wall of photos, his pupils instantly contracted.

An entire wall, hundreds, perhaps thousands, of photos, from top to bottom, left to right, densely covered the entire wall.

The outer photos were of him alone: eating, sleeping, spacing out, laughing, frowning… Tao Ning remembered that the backgrounds of these photos were from after he reunited with Zhao Jingqun in Haizhou.

In other words, from the moment they reunited, Zhao Jingqun had been sending people to monitor and secretly photograph him.

He was shocked by Zhao Jingqun’s abnormal possessiveness and control. As the photos moved from the outside in, the single figure gradually turned into two.

It was Song Yucong and Xu Jun—Song Yucong and Xu Jun having intimate contact, hugging, or kissing him.

However, the faces of the two men were not intact like Tao Ning’s; they were all aggressively slashed with chaotic ink lines. The photos had many tears of various sizes, indicating the profound force used, as if they were not marked out with a pen, but with a sharp, cruel knife.

Tao Ning was so stunned by the entire wall of evidence representing his “cheating” that he lost the ability to think. He was astonished, terrified, confused… and finally, only silence remained.

“Liar.”

Zhao Jingqun suddenly said. He gripped Tao Ning’s slender shoulder again, forcing Tao Ning to look at him.

But upon encountering Tao Ning’s silent, calm gaze, the flickering candle in his heart completely toppled over. A scarlet flame ignited, violent and cruel, burning his bloody heart to ashes.

“…Wasn’t what I said right? Wasn’t it?” Zhao Jingqun muttered, as if talking to himself and questioning him at the same time. He glared at him with blood-red eyes, as if this could make Tao Ning feel the pain of his heart being burned.

“You are a liar…” Zhao Jingqun roared in a loss of control. “You are a liar!!”

Tao Ning looked at him, closed his eyes, and trembled as he tore away their last, fragile veil of decency.

“We… ended a long time ago.”

Yes, they had ended a long time ago, separated in that wet, pouring rain down the mountain. So there was no relationship to speak of, and where was the cheating?

It was just self-deception that neither of them had mentioned it when they reunited.

“Shut up! Tao Ning! You shut up!” Zhao Jingqun was hoarse and panting. He simply grabbed Tao Ning’s slender neck and kissed his lips with crude, punishing force, tearing and biting, as if only this could vent the overwhelming jealousy and pain in his heart and prevent this mouth from speaking any more harsh words.

“Who said you could end it? …I didn’t agree!!” Zhao Jingqun gasped and let go, then kissed him roughly again. “You’ll never in this life…”

Tao Ning didn’t struggle. He allowed Zhao Jingqun’s tongue and lips to explore his mouth. The ambiguous sound of saliva twisted together. The strong smell of smoke and hormones occupied his entire mouth. The action of licking and kissing was extremely rough, even biting him hard, but Tao Ning only felt a slight pain.

He knew Zhao Jingqun was afraid of making him bleed.

But it was precisely because Zhao Jingqun was at the peak of his rage and yet was still thinking of him. For the first time, Tao Ning felt the urge to cry. He was a person who had been called cold and even cold-blooded since childhood, unable to perceive the joys and sorrows of ordinary people, often just going through the motions.

When others laughed, he laughed too; when others cried, he cried too, but his heart always remained unmoved, like an awkward bystander.

Until this moment, Tao Ning finally felt the taste of heartbreaking pain. In a daze, he returned to the nightmare of that day, submerged in cold liquid, hearing the sound of gears turning, accompanied by the emotionless broadcast of a mechanical voice.

Congratulations, Subject 510’s spontaneous emotional value is close to one hundred percent… Checking…

…Success… Check…

…Subject 510…

What exactly am I? Why… why must I bear this?

Tao Ning felt a cold liquid slide down the corner of his mouth. He couldn’t tell whose tears they were, until the turbulent, rough kiss ended, and the person on top of him was licking and kissing him almost tenderly, his sobbing voice murmuring over and over, “Liar, liar.”

“I’m not.”

“…Liar, liar…”

“I’m not.”

But Zhao Jingqun could no longer hear any sound. The pathological jealousy and possessiveness on his face were completely laid bare. His eyes stared unblinkingly at the person beneath him, like a sinister demon guarding a treasure, continuously murmuring, “It’s you… it’s you… Tao Ning, you were the one who provoked me first, you were the one who provoked me first…”

Seeing Zhao Jingqun’s frantic, insane look, Tao Ning suddenly recalled Madam Song, the cold, blood-covered body that fell from a great height. He felt a wrenching pain in his heart, afraid that Zhao Jingqun would one day also lose his breath.

If loving someone eventually leads to such a state of utter distortion, it would be better… not to fall in love, not to meet.

He hated his own evasion, but he was also terrified and helpless.

“…I’m sorry.”

He wanted to cut all ties with Zhao Jingqun from now on, even though he trembled all over just at the thought of those words. Then, when the tears on his face dried and the person holding him didn’t respond, he suddenly calmed down.

Zhao Jingqun’s bloodshot eyes stared at him, and he spoke to himself in a terrifyingly calm tone, one word at a time: “I’m going to kill them.”

A chill instantly shot from the soles of Tao Ning’s feet to the top of his head, freezing his limbs and bones. Tao Ning didn’t dare to breathe, because he knew Zhao Jingqun wasn’t joking. He truly intended to kill Song Yucong and Xu Jun.

Zhao Jingqun is a lunatic!

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