No One Is Allowed To Lay Eyes On The Evil God’s Precious Beauty - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: This Qing Zhu is Truly Wicked

Unfortunately, although Chen Ya Ya’s Mind-Power was intense, she was ultimately just a child. The portion available for Qing Zhu to consume was too small to make up for the deficit within his body. Thus, as soon as Wu Yi’s request left his mouth, it was coldly rejected.

Looking at the little snake coiled motionless on his wrist, Wu Yi thought of Qing Zhu’s increasingly prolonged periods of slumber in recent years. Anxiousness flared in his heart; he needed to gather Mind-Power faster.

“So, where are we going next?”

This time, Qing Zhu answered quickly: “School.”

“Is the target at school?” Wu Yi didn’t expect a new target so soon and felt a bit excited.

“No. It’s time for you to report to school.”

“!!!”

Wu Yi’s face paled, as if falling from heaven to hell in an instant. He stopped dead in his tracks, resentment and reluctance swirling in his heart. He blinked his watery eyes, attempting to act spoiled to change Qing Zhu’s mind.

“Qing-qing…”

“If you don’t go, you’ll be expelled,” Qing Zhu’s tone remained devoid of emotion. “Having an uneducated ‘master’ is quite embarrassing.”

Wu Yi: “…”

You’re looking down on me? You’ve never even been to school.

…

In fact, although Qing Zhu had never attended school, he seemed to be omniscient. Conversely, even though Wu Yi had been raised and tutored by him, his grades always hovered at the lower-middle tier.

Over the years, Qing Zhu had gradually accepted the fact that Wu Yi lacked academic talent. He had even shown a rare sense of gratification when Wu Yi received an admission letter from a low-tier university in Yunjing. For the first time, he granted Wu Yi’s request: while renting an apartment for him, he also allowed him to open a dessert shop in a prime location between the city center and the campus.

Wu Yi loved baking. He knew Qing Zhu’s private stash was like a dragon’s treasure hoard—mountains of jewelry and gold—so he spent the money without a shred of guilt. Though the shop lost money every month, it continued to operate smoothly.

After suffering through a hard week at school, Wu Yi headed straight for his dessert shop on Friday, when he had no classes, and announced a piece of good news to the staff.

For the first anniversary of “Shiu Shiu Desserts,” besides discount benefits, they would be bringing warmth to the children at the local orphanage.

Wen Ya, the floor manager, had been at the shop since it opened. She was a hardworking girl from a small town and held a very favorable opinion of her beautiful, often-absent shop owner. She expressed strong approval of the suggestion.

Wu Yi spent the entire day immersed in the shop, designing the anniversary plan and pestering Qing Zhu to help contact the orphanage.

Inside the small office of the dessert shop, the black mist hovered in front of a smartphone, its voice cold as it negotiated with the person on the other end. Wu Yi bit his lip in frustration, staring at a procurement page, preparing to haggle with customer service.

There were two light knocks on the frosted glass door. Wen Ya walked in carrying a pile of items.

“Manager, the print shop just sent over our anniversary posters and display boards. Take a look.”

Wu Yi raised his head slowly. One side of his soft, fair cheek was pressed red by his palm, making him look like he had just woken up.

He lowered his head to inspect the items. Sensing Wen Ya approaching, he suddenly remembered something and glanced at his phone on the desk. Fortunately, the black mist had already dissipated; Qing Zhu had returned to his wrist, adequately playing the role of a bracelet.

“They’re great. Paste them on the glass. Find two part-timers this weekend to go help us at the orphanage.”

“You got it!”

As Wen Ya packed the items, her gaze swept over the slender white wrist on the table. The obsidian-like bracelet was lustrous and smooth, clearly worth a fortune.

But at the same time, it seemed to emit a faint, eerie aura, giving her a slight chill down her spine.

…

The day of the orphanage visit was bright and sunny—a rare clear day.

Wen Ya had hired two local college students as part-timers. They transported pre-prepared desserts, bread, backpacks, and clothes to the “Sunlight Orphanage.” After arriving, Wu Yi didn’t help with the unpacking; instead, he was taken on a tour by the Director.

Qing Zhu knew Wu Yi had been worried about Chen Ya Ya’s life at the orphanage, so when he made contact, he used the guise of a donation to inquire about her. The Director knew their purpose, so even though the visitor was a young man like Wu Yi, she didn’t ignore him, leading him around with total sincerity.

“This way is our dormitory. The children are having their noon nap right now.”

Hearing the Director’s lowered voice, Wu Yi lightened his steps. He stood on his tiptoes to peer through the window in the door, but he couldn’t find the person he was looking for.

“By the way, the person who contacted us that day was you…” the Director whispered.

Wu Yi answered obediently, “It was my older brother.”

“I see.” The Director looked at his clothes—no visible brand, but they looked incredibly expensive on him—and concluded he was a young master from a wealthy family.

Reaching the last room, Wu Yi finally saw Chen Ya Ya.

“Why isn’t she sleeping?”

The other children were lying in small beds, but she was sitting on the edge of a bunk, her small legs swinging gently.

The Director glanced inside and sighed. “That child hasn’t been here long; she hasn’t adjusted yet.”

Looking at the small back, Wu Yi saw her clutching something—two yellow ears hanging down. It was that bunny plushie.

“Do many people come here to adopt?”

The Director paused and smiled bitterly. “Occasionally. Many people come to look, but very few actually take a child home. And older children who already remember things… fewer families want them.”

Soon, it was time for the children to wake up. Wu Yi went downstairs to check on Wen Ya’s progress. The Director was still telling him stories about the orphanage, but he found himself unable to listen.

Perhaps because of their similar backgrounds, every time he thought of Ya Ya’s pitiful cries while being beaten in that courtyard, he felt a pang of sadness. He thought seeing her in a stable environment would help, but he felt even worse.

…

This was Wen Ya’s first time at an orphanage. Seeing the curious eyes of the children as they came to collect their gift bags, her heart practically melted. Soon, a little girl collected her items but didn’t leave immediately; instead, she kept staring behind Wen Ya.

Wen Ya followed her gaze. “Little friend, what are you looking at?”

“Sister, who is he?” The little girl pointed to Wu Yi, who was talking to the Director in the distance.

Wen Ya thought she was cute and replied warmly, “He is our dessert shop owner. He prepared everything for you today.”

“Then, what is his name?”

Wen Ya was startled by the question. Before she could find it odd, the little girl gave a very cute, innocent smile.

“I want to go say thank you. This bread smells so good.”

Wen Ya let out a sigh of relief. “You can just call him ‘Big Brother.’ He’s a very good person.”

“Okay. Thank you, Sister.”

The little girl nodded and ran off—but not toward Wu Yi. She ran in the opposite direction.

Wen Ya was a bit confused. After finishing the distribution and packing the tables, she remembered to tell Wu Yi about it.

But before she could speak, a car slowly drove through the main gate.

“Oh, that’s a Fengyue car.” Wen Ya’s attention was instantly diverted.

Wu Yi looked blankly in that direction. Behind a bus was a business van. The Director and several teachers went to welcome them happily. A man and a woman soon stepped out of the back seat.

The middle-aged woman looked gentle and elegant in a simple coat. The man beside her was younger, wearing a dark gray suit. He looked distinguished but exhausted. He shook hands with the Director, a hint of apology on his face as he spoke.

“What is Fengyue?” Wu Yi didn’t quite understand, but from the moment he saw that man, a strange feeling arose in his heart.

He couldn’t explain it, but he felt something was “off” about this man.

“Fengyue is a very old company. They specialize in appliances—my family used their fans when I was a kid. But I heard they’re on the verge of bankruptcy.” Wen Ya sighed. “The internet says their luck is just terrible. Every project they do runs into trouble, and in the end, it just benefits others.”

Wu Yi’s heart thumped. He suddenly realized something.

“I didn’t expect them to keep doing charity. I’ve never seen any publicity for it online.” Wen Ya couldn’t stop lamenting that “good people don’t get rewarded.”

Wu Yi couldn’t stand still. He made an excuse to go to the restroom but actually ran behind the dormitory closest to the warehouse at the gate.

All the way, he tried to wake Qing Zhu, but today Qing Zhu was sleeping like the dead.

Nearby, workers were already moving winter clothes and bedding into the warehouse. The Director was escorting the two visitors out; they were about to get into their car and leave.

Anxious, Wu Yi even considered calling a taxi to follow them.

Just then, there was movement on his wrist.

An icy touch emerged from his sleeve. Wu Yi instinctively raised his hand and saw the dense black mist transform into a snake, poking its head out.

“You’re finally awake!”

The youth’s eyelashes fluttered, his thin eyelids tinted with red, looking so anxious he was almost in tears.

Qing Zhu gave a low “Mmh,” his crimson vertical pupils fixed on the man in the distance.

“Who are they?”

“People from a company. Wen Ya said his name was Fu-something…”

“His Mind-Power is very strong.”

Wu Yi was delighted. “Really? No wonder I felt something was wrong as soon as I saw him. I was just about to tell you about him.”

Having stayed with Qing Zhu for so long, although he still couldn’t see the “Mind-Power” itself, he could judge potential targets through certain details.

Now that Qing Zhu was sleeping longer and longer, he knew he had to rely on himself eventually. He didn’t expect to hit the mark so accurately on his first trial.

“So, should we keep an eye on him?”

Qing Zhu emerged slightly more, his snake head hovering in the air. For some reason, he looked serious.

“As soon as possible. His situation isn’t good.”

“Okay!”

The people in the distance got into the car and soon vanished from sight.

Wu Yi’s excitement faded instantly. Sensing Qing Zhu coiling back onto his wrist, he hurriedly raised his hand, frowning and losing his temper at him.

“You’re not allowed to ignore me.”

“…” Qing Zhu was silent for a long while. “When did I ignore you?”

Wu Yi felt wronged from the bottom of his heart. “I called you for so long just now.”

From Qing Zhu’s perspective, he could see the palm-sized, fair face, those watery eyes brimming with a touch of spoiled grievance, looking as if they would overflow with tears the next second.

He had always been unable to handle Wu Yi looking like this. He didn’t even try to explain.

“I know… Little Brother.”

Wu Yi sniffled and was about to nod when he suddenly registered the title. His cheeks flushed red.

“You were eavesdropping on my conversation with the Director!”

Qing Zhu let out a low laugh and coiled quietly around his wrist, speaking no more.

While Wu Yi felt embarrassed and indignant, he realized that Qing Zhu hadn’t been in a total coma after all. His worried heart finally began to relax.

This Qing Zhu… is truly wicked!