After Transmigrating as the Northeast CEO's Pampered Little Husband - Chapter 53

“Bloody hell, I never imagined in a million years you’d manage to parasitize someone so closely related to me. Did you really think you could stab me with that?”

Gu Jiaoyang grabbed Qin Yuan’s wrist and wrenched it back forcefully, knocking the fruit knife away before immediately landing a punch.

“Hahaha…” Qin Yuan was acting completely unhinged. She seemed impervious to the punch, her wrist twisted at an odd angle, yet she charged forward again.

“Good grief…” Gu Jiaoyang truly feared women who were unlike normal people and seemed utterly frantic.

“Say, Little Zhi, do you reckon that Dai fellow will shout at me if he finds out I punched his aunt?”

Diagnosis complete. Protection protocol initiated.

The Overseer System didn’t reply. The default system in his Sea of Consciousness was initiating the protection monitoring program.

“Hey, old dear, are you even lucid?” Gu Jiaoyang circled Qin Yuan in the small private room. Her strength and speed were no match for his, so he wasn’t in any hurry. He simply toyed with her, buying the system more time to thoroughly scan the host of the virus.

“Die!” Qin Yuan seemed to have been triggered by something he said. She picked up the fruit knife with her other hand and lunged at him again.

“Look, Auntie, what exactly is your grudge? I didn’t take your money, and I certainly didn’t owe your nephew anything. Did I dig up your ancestors’ graves? Or bankrupt your nephew?” Gu Jiaoyang jumped onto the back of the sofa, grabbed the painting from the wall beside him to block Qin Yuan’s attack, and relentlessly chattered away, escalating the confrontation.

“Everyone who gets close to my nephew deserves to die! They all deserve to die! You deserve to die too! How dare you still be alive?! You must die!” Qin Yuan’s words were disjointed and incoherent. As she charged, Gu Jiaoyang tugged at her hair and emptied the contents of the nearest air freshener down her clothes.

“She really is mentally ill, it seems…” Gu Jiaoyang muttered, watching Qin Yuan. She had completely lost the gentle beauty he’d seen earlier. Her entire face was hideously contorted, and her makeup, ruined by her frantic movements and his mischievousness, made her look like a demon.

“Wait, I have an idea.” A plan suddenly came to Gu Jiaoyang. He immediately contacted the system in his Sea of Consciousness, asking Little Zhi to temporarily lower the protection system level. He then cast a lightning spell (雷訣) to stun Qin Yuan into unconsciousness. Pulling his phone from his pocket to call Dai Gucan, his other hand was busy. He held up Qin Yuan’s hand, which still clutched the fruit knife, examined it briefly to determine the best angle, and then plunged the knife into his own chest.

The call was initially cut off. Before Gu Jiaoyang could dial a second time, Dai Gucan called him back.

“Hello?” Dai Gucan’s voice on the other end was low. Gu Jiaoyang didn’t care about his mood, immediately channelling his inner ‘movie emperor’.

“Your… your aunt is trying to… to kill me… cough…”

CRASH…!

While speaking, Gu Jiaoyang kicked over the vase, then kicked the table to produce a loud crash, hit the phone on the floor a few times, and pressed the end call button.

“Hiss, phew, I’ve warmed the knife up for you.” Gu Jiaoyang released Qin Yuan’s hand, leaving the fruit knife embedded in the area between his chest and shoulder.

The knife didn’t feel cold, likely because Qin Yuan had been gripping it fiercely for so long. Gu Jiaoyang had also acupunctured his own numbness points, so he didn’t feel any acute pain, just a dull throbbing.

“Doesn’t look dramatic enough.” The blade hadn’t drawn much blood; only a slow circle of red was seeping out. Gu Jiaoyang thought for a moment, closed his eyes, and gently pulled the knife out a little further. Sure enough, blood began to gush out, quickly soaking half of his chest.

“Poor me, poor me…” Gu Jiaoyang opened one eye to check his condition. After confirming that Qin Yuan was genuinely unconscious for the foreseeable future, he found a comfortable position on the floor to lie down and asked Little Zhi to play a movie for him.

From the outside, it would look like he had been brutally stabbed and passed out.

“Hello? Yangyang? Hello?” Dai Gucan’s heart seized up when he heard the voice. Subsequent calls clearly failed to connect.

“BEEP… BEEP…” Dai Gucan tried calling Qin Yuan. Her phone, which usually connected instantly, remained unreachable, as if lost contact entirely.

“Wu Ke! Check the location for me!” Dai Gucan, feeling a cold dread, called Wu Ke on the internal line. Ignoring the chaotic thoughts in his head, he grabbed his jacket and rushed out.

“Boss! On the aerial view!” Wu Ke met Dai Gucan at the garage. Following the route displayed on the laptop screen in the passenger seat, he sped towards Gu Jiaoyang’s location.

THUMP… THUMP… Dai Gucan sat in the back seat, gripping his phone tightly. A faint ring of moisture began to fog up the screen.

THUMP… Tinnitus and his heartbeat clashed in his ears. His own breathing magnified, making his head throb dully.

“Drive faster!” Dai Gucan gritted his teeth. His vision was blurring, and fragments of memory began to disrupt his thoughts.

Qin Yuan. Every time she returned to the country, his illness would recur as if it had never been cured, consuming him and relentlessly repeating memories he desperately wanted to forget.

“Gucan… Daddy and Mummy… in the future… in the future, we can’t protect you anymore…” “You must, you must listen to your aunt…” “She is… the only person in this world closest to you…”

“It was all your fault he died! It was all because of you!!!” “If he hadn’t taken you hiking and climbing that day, he wouldn’t have been caught in the mudslide!!! It was all because of you!!!” “Why didn’t you die?! Why wasn’t it you!!!”

“It’s raining outside. How long do you think Dai Gucan will sit here?” Gu Jiaoyang probed with his spiritual sense and found that Dai Gucan was still sitting silently by his bed, saying nothing.

[…He might be feeling guilty?] Little Zhi closed the movie and consulted the data.

“Oh, come on. Hmph, I’m only giving him face by not actually fighting his aunt. Besides, the insane aren’t held accountable for murder. Regardless of whether his aunt was possessed by a virus system or just became like that naturally, it’s utterly terrifying.”

Gu Jiaoyang stretched in his Sea of Consciousness. He could feel Dai Gucan’s sudden pause in breathing when he opened the door, the trembling hand that checked his heartbeat, and the way he later frantically wrapped him in his jacket and rushed out. He felt a palpable sense of being cherished.

“Do you think he likes me?” Gu Jiaoyang patted Little Zhi’s head, still puzzled.

[Possibly. The Overseer System doesn’t have a function to check affection levels.]

“Sigh, even though I’ve never been in a relationship, having watched so many novels and dramas, I don’t think a real romance should be like this.”

“Look, right? Even though he’s a CEO, we haven’t exchanged a single intimate message since we got together. Logically, given how goofy he acts when he’s drunk, surely he’s a sweet, adorable person inside?”

“There are no intimate texts, no greetings, no expressions of concern. Every day is just the same: he goes to work in the morning, and we occasionally sleep together at night. I only feel a hint of a relationship during mealtimes.”

“And think about it: I went out to film a livestream, and he didn’t send a single message the whole time. He should have at least called, right? To ask if I was settling in, if I arrived safely, things like that.”

“Plus, he has a Northeast accent. Have you ever seen a Northeastern man date so coldly? He acts like any other average person?”

[So, Northeastern people don’t date normally?]

“That’s not what I mean. Haven’t you heard the saying that every man from the Northeast harbours a sweet little girl in his heart?”

Gu Jiaoyang flicked Little Zhi’s head and sighed, lying down in his Sea of Consciousness.

“I might not have experience, but I feel like the dominant partner should at least show a little initiative… It’s not fair if I’m the only one here getting excited.”

[Perhaps it’s a regional characteristic?]

Click. The hospital room door opened. Qin Yuan walked in, set down the fruits and nutritional supplements she was carrying, and sat on the chair with a polite smile fixed on her face.

“Why?” Dai Gucan didn’t look up. His voice, slightly hoarse, echoed in the room.

“You exchanged real estate shares for Orange Blossom shares for him. Do you know how much you lost?”

Qin Yuan stroked her luxury handbag, the gentle expression on her face completely unchanged.

“Company matters are none of your concern. I asked you, why did you hurt him!”

Dai Gucan suddenly stood up and walked up to Qin Yuan. A faint mist welled up in his eyes.

“You dare to question me?!” “I am your aunt!!!” Qin Yuan dropped her gentle façade and stood up, incredulous.

“Yes, but setting aside the fact that hurting anyone like this is illegal, why would you hurt the person I love?!”

“The person you love? Dai Gucan, are you worthy? Are you worthy of being loved? Just because you’re a lunatic? Because you’re a murderer?!”

“Holy hell, are we hearing things we shouldn’t?” Gu Jiaoyang clutched Little Zhi in his Sea of Consciousness, verbally protesting against eavesdropping while actually maximising his spiritual sense.

“Do you think a sane person would ever be in a relationship with a lunatic?! Have you forgotten what your two blind dates said about you? Have you forgotten how they left you?!”

“Do you really think he that little kid who hasn’t even started university, hasn’t entered society, and hasn’t formed his own worldview can truly accept a lunatic as his partner?!”

“Gucan, you are incurable!!! You’ve been ill ever since they left. They can’t be brought back to life, and you can’t be cured!”

Dai Gucan stood still, staring at his aunt, who was pointing at him and emphatically shouting that he would never be cured. He thought, not for the first time, what good was there in this world? Why should he continue to live in it?

“What the hell?” Gu Jiaoyang was holding Little Zhi when he was suddenly startled by the red alarm lights flashing from the fortress in his Sea of Consciousness.

A banner appeared above the glass wall, showing three remaining blocks under the text “World Stability.” Beside it, an emergency red decline curve flashed, with the number “70%” highlighted and magnified in bright red.

“Stability? Is the protagonist about to die?” Gu Jiaoyang hugged Little Zhi, whose screen was starting to glitch, feeling completely bewildered.

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