No One Is Allowed To Lay Eyes On The Evil God’s Precious Beauty - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: He Has a Human Form

When he brought Chen Ya Ya back to the orphanage, she didn’t show the slightest reluctance. It seemed as if as long as she could hold Wu Yi’s hand, she was willing to go anywhere.

However, on the way back, Wu Yi remained silent for a long time.

The grey, old gates of the orphanage appeared in their line of sight. It was afternoon, but grey clouds were rolling in from the horizon; the heavy rainstorm that Yunjing had been forecasting for days was finally about to arrive.

“Big Brother,” Chen Ya Ya suddenly squeezed his fingers, her voice very small.

Wu Yi’s footsteps paused. “Hmm?”

Ya Ya pouted, looking up at him cautiously. Her eyes were filled with such hope and longing, as if she were grasping at her last lifeline.

“Can you… adopt me?”

Wu Yi froze, a surge of bitterness rising in his heart. “I can’t adopt you.”

He had only just become an adult himself; he didn’t have the legal standing. Moreover… how could he take care of a living, breathing person? Qing Zhu always said he couldn’t even take care of himself.

Chen Ya Ya lowered her head in dejection.

“Is someone at the orphanage treating you badly?” Wu Yi asked.

If that were the case, he could talk to the Director and ask the teachers to look after her more.

The little girl only shook her head, clearly downcast.

When the teacher saw Wu Yi return with Chen Ya Ya and confirmed she only had a bit of dust on her and no injuries, she let out a sigh of relief.

“You must never run off like that again. It’s very dangerous outside.”

Ya Ya kept her head down, looking as though she were too frightened to speak, but only Wu Yi knew the real reason for her unhappiness.

On the way back, Li Qingquan took a detour for a Feng Shui job and didn’t stay with them.

After everything that happened today, Wu Yi actually wanted to go home and rest. However, since he had already promised to eat dinner at Auntie Cen’s house, he felt too embarrassed to back out now.

Arriving at the Fu residence, Cen Yue happily took his arm and told him about tonight’s menu.

“Liuye went on a business trip a few days ago, but he’ll be back tonight to join us.”

Wu Yi entered the yard, feeling much less constrained than before. Noticing the black clouds gathering in the sky before entering, he said worriedly, “It looks like it’s going to rain.”

“It’s fine. I’ll have the driver send you back later.”

Cen Yue led him into the house and mysteriously asked him to follow her upstairs.

Wu Yi found it strange. They reached the third floor, where Auntie Cen pushed open a bedroom door. The room was fully furnished, and a wicker rocking chair by the floor-to-ceiling window swayed gently in the breeze. It looked very cozy.

“See if you like it. Auntie picked everything out herself.”

Wu Yi blinked, taking in every corner of the room. He nodded in approval. “It’s beautiful. Auntie, you have great taste.”

“As long as you like it.” Cen Yue thought his wide-eyed, obedient expression was adorable. She couldn’t help but reach out and pinch his cheek.

It was soft and plump.

“If you have the chance in the future, come and stay here more often. Auntie will cook delicious food for you.”

Wu Yi finally realized—this was a room prepared specifically for him.

He was overwhelmed by the gesture. “Thank you, Auntie! I love it!”

He was always someone who expressed his emotions clearly, and this directness gave the person who prepared the surprise a great sense of accomplishment.

Looking at the youth’s clear, clean eyes and soft hair falling against his cheek, Cen Yue’s heart melted.

“I’ll buy a few sets of clothes to keep here so it’s easy for you to change.” Cen Yue got even more excited. “Xiao Yi, the outfit you’re wearing is a designer piece from M, right? I’ve seen it before; it looks truly beautiful on you.”

At the mention of this topic, Wu Yi’s eyes lit up, and he began to discuss fashion with the equally stylish Cen Yue.

When Fu Liuye returned home, this was the scene he walked into.

Cen Yue held a tablet, with Wu Yi sitting beside her, the two of them debating a luxury brand’s new winter line.

“If Xiao Yi likes it, come to the fashion show with Auntie next month. I’ll have them reserve a front-row seat. If we like it, we’ll buy it.”

Wu Yi loved dressing up more than anything, and he wasn’t shy at all now, tapping the screen to show which one he liked.

“Alright, Auntie will have them send it over right away.”

“…”

Two light coughs sounded. Both of them looked up, finally noticing Fu Liuye, who had been standing by the sofa for a full two minutes.

“Liuye is back.” Cen Yue smiled immediately and handed over the tablet. “Look at how Xiao Yi looks in these.”

Beside her, Wu Yi sat up straight, his legs together and hands on his knees, looking up at him expectantly.

The fatigue from a day of traveling seemed to vanish in an instant. Fu Liuye studied the outfits seriously, but felt that anything would look good on Wu Yi, so he nodded.

“Beautiful. Buy them all.”

“I knew you had good taste.”

Cen Yue happily took back the tablet to contact her manager.

Wu Yi was floating on cloud nine from all the praise. Just as he was feeling a bit bashful, an exquisite box was suddenly held out to him.

“A gift. Take a look.”

He turned in surprise, meeting Fu Liuye’s gentle, smiling face.

“Thank you, Brother.” Wu Yi took the box and opened it expectantly.

On the velvet lining lay a shimmering bracelet. The center was inlaid with a high-purity sapphire, surrounded by sparkling diamonds. It was elaborate and lively without being clunky—clearly very expensive.

Cen Yue was surprised, but then the items she had asked her son to bring back were also handed to her.

“I saw this in the display case while picking up Mom’s things. I felt it suited Xiao Yi, so I bought it.”

Wu Yi was thrilled, taking out the somewhat heavy bracelet and placing it against his wrist.

“It’s so pretty! I love it so much.”

Fu Liuye let out a subtle sigh of relief. He hadn’t known what to get at first, but remembering Cen Yue mention Wu Yi’s sense of style, he guessed he would like something sparkly.

“I’m glad you like it. Let me help you put it on.”

He knelt down on one knee in front of Wu Yi. His long fingers were nimble, expertly fastening the bracelet.

Wu Yi’s skin was already pale; under the contrast of the jewelry, his wrist appeared exceptionally slender and elegant.

“Truly beautiful. Though, the purity of this sapphire isn’t quite enough. Auntie has quite a few beautiful gems stored away—collector grade. I’ll have one designed for Xiao Yi later.”

Cen Yue made no effort to hide her affection for Wu Yi.

This gift quietly broke the subtle barrier between Wu Yi and Fu Liuye. During dinner, the atmosphere at the table was harmonious.

Cen Yue hadn’t felt such warmth in a long time. Ever since her husband passed away, her son was busy with the company and rarely home; even when he was, he was a man of few words.

Now, the company’s situation was improving, her husband’s wish had been fulfilled, and the house had Wu Yi—lively, cute, and never stingy with expressing his joy. It brought a rare sense of bustle and happiness.

After dinner, Wu Yi was given a fruit platter and sat on the sofa with Cen Yue to watch a popular drama, planning to leave a bit later.

However, before he could finish his fruit, the wind outside began to howl, and with a roar, the rain that had been brewing all afternoon finally broke.

The downpour was torrential; visibility was reduced to the confines of the courtyard.

“This rain…” Cen Yue frowned in worry. “It’s too dangerous to go back. Xiao Yi, do you have classes tomorrow?”

Wu Yi shook his head. “I’m going to the shop tomorrow.”

“Then why not stay the night? The room is ready. I’ll have my assistant bring new clothes tomorrow morning, and you can go to the shop in a new outfit, okay?”

Cen Yue didn’t know what it was, but whenever she spoke to Wu Yi, her tone became soft and coaxing, as if she were talking to a child.

Luckily, Wu Yi was very susceptible to this way of speaking. After a moment of hesitation, he nodded.

“Okay.”

In this weather, it would be difficult for the driver too. Better not to trouble anyone.

There were a few sets of clean, brand-new pajamas in the closet. Wu Yi was shown to his room, and Fu Liuye explained how to use the bathtub before leaving him to it.

Actually, Wu Yi’s own place had a bathtub—one he had pestered Qing Zhu into buying with the excuse that Qing Zhu could soak too. But since buying it, neither of them had used it much.

Soaking was usually a hassle, but having someone prepare it for you and just sliding in felt blissful.

Touching the bubbles on the water’s surface, Wu Yi instinctively stroked the jade bracelet on his wrist.

If only Qing Zhu could draw my bath every day too.

The bracelet turned cold for a moment, making him feel guilty. He didn’t dare think about it anymore.

Outside, the storm lashed against the window, but the bathroom was filled with warm steam. Wu Yi thought about the day’s events and gradually relaxed.

The bathtub’s massage function was on, and in such comfort, he soon drifted off to sleep.

The sound of rain and water seemed to fade.

In its place came a deathly silence, followed by the distant sound of children playing.

A young boy blinked his eyes tiredly, wanting to turn his head toward the door, but a rough hand grabbed him and forced him back.

“Why are you distracted?” a man’s ambiguous voice whispered in his ear. “Didn’t I say that if you write one character wrong, you have to copy it fifty times? You haven’t finished, yet you want to go play?”

Wu Yi blinked. His fingers holding the pen were already aching. He felt wronged, but he didn’t dare say a word.

To the seven-year-old him, the teacher’s command was absolute.

“Are you tired?” The man suddenly took the pen away, his thumb gently rubbing Wu Yi’s sore fingertips. “You can stop copying. If you can agree to one request from the teacher, you won’t have to copy anything ever again, no matter how many mistakes you make.”

Wu Yi’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief.

“Would the teacher lie to you?”

The man was very tall. His face, hidden in the shadows, seemed dark. Wu Yi remembered he had a lot of facial hair and was always smiling—the children considered him the easiest teacher to talk to.

Wu Yi felt that copying was truly exhausting, so he nodded without thinking.

“Good, then no more copying.”

The man gave an expectant smile, reached out, and pulled Wu Yi onto his lap.

Wu Yi didn’t like this. He kicked his legs and struggled free, standing by the desk. His watery blue eyes were filled with suspicion and tension as he looked at the tall teacher, as if sensing danger.

“Why are you being so disobedient?”

The man glanced out the window. Once he was sure no one was around, he stood up abruptly, no longer hiding the ugly desire on his face.

Wu Yi backed away in a panic, but his strength was no match for an adult’s.

Just as his shoulders were grabbed roughly, the man’s body suddenly took flight like a kite. It was as if someone had grabbed him by the collar and hurled him toward the window. With a loud crash, the sturdy glass shattered under the impact of his body.

The shards of glass rained down. Wu Yi’s eyes went wide as he saw the man’s body tumble out the window uncontrollably.

“…”

The world fell silent again. From outside came the man’s agonized wails.

Wu Yi walked cautiously to the window. The remaining glass at the corners was hanging precariously. The man was lying face-up in the flowerbed outside, his lower body drenched in blood from the glass shards.

Upon seeing Wu Yi, his pained expression turned hideous, and he raised a torn, bloody hand in hatred.

Wu Yi was horrified. He instinctively backed away, but his foot slipped, and he lost his balance.

It felt like falling into an icy pond.

He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath, but he still choked on a mouthful of water.

As he struggled violently, a familiar cold touch encircled his wrist, pulling him forcefully out of the water.

Wu Yi snapped his eyes open. Water trickled down his forehead, and his eyes stung. Through the haze, he could see a tall cluster of black mist gathering in the brightly lit bathroom.

The bathwater had long since turned cold. His shoulders were exposed above the water. Ignoring the fact that his hand was still being held, he pouted and lunged forward to hug the black mist.

The moment he embraced it, he shivered. Vaguely, he realized the touch was different than before.

Right now, he felt like he was hugging a lean, powerful waist.

Qing Zhu… has a human form?