No One Is Allowed To Lay Eyes On The Evil God’s Precious Beauty - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: I’m Not Afraid No Matter What You Become...

After finishing the job with Fu Liuye, Wuyi lazed around at home for a full three days. It wasn’t until his new clothes arrived that he cheerfully crawled out of bed to unbox the packages.

Qing Zhu had finished absorbing the mental energy, but he hadn’t changed much. When they weren’t going out, he curled up among the pile of plushies so that the dolls would all be imbued with his scent and energy.

“Does this look good?”

He slowly opened his eyes to see Wuyi wearing a fluffy pajama top, his pant legs rolled up, and bare feet tucked into boots, looking at him expectantly. Qing Zhu paused for two seconds before giving his evaluation.

“You look ready to plant rice in a paddy.”

Wuyi looked at him in shock and immediately exploded: “You have no sense of fashion at all!”

He kicked off his shoes and plopped down on the carpet, turning his back to Qing Zhu to sulk. After unboxing a few more outfits, he couldn’t resist turning back, looking at Qing Zhu solemnly as he tried to find an excuse for him.

“I understand. The reason you don’t understand fashion is that you don’t wear clothes at all. Once you can transform back into a human form like before, you’ll understand how I feel.”

He was sincere, but Qing Zhu replied: “I am not turning into a human.”

Wuyi was displeased: “But I want to see it. You haven’t taken human form in so many years.”

“Weren’t you afraid of it?”

Caught off guard by Qing Zhu bringing up the past, Wuyi choked for a moment before declaring his loyalty.

“That’s because I was little back then! I’ve grown up so much now, and we’re so familiar. No matter what you look like, I won’t be afraid.”

Qing Zhu was skeptical: “Really?”

“Of course!”

Wuyi nodded emphatically, though in truth, he couldn’t clearly remember what Qing Zhu’s human form looked like. It had been far too long. He only vaguely recalled that Qing Zhu liked wearing black and was exceptionally tall, which had seemed terrifying to his younger self.

But since they had known each other for so long, he felt he had to show complete acceptance—that was the only way to get Qing Zhu to buy him more things.

Thinking this, he looked up happily to add something, only to suddenly come face-to-face with a ghost mask formed of black mist. Its mouth was split wide and elongated, revealing a blood-like scarlet.

Wuyi threw the packaging box in his hand at it, dispersing the black mist.

For a moment, the room was filled only with his frantic, terrified gasps. After a long while, Wuyi knelt on the carpet to calm his breathing, puffing out his cheeks in anger as he waited for Qing Zhu to coax him. But Qing Zhu didn’t reappear.

What does this mean… He scared me, and he has the nerve to be angry at me?

Sulkily, he unboxed the rest of the packages. But when he found an outfit he wanted to share and turned around, Qing Zhu was still nowhere to be seen. Panic suddenly set in. He scrambled to his feet. “Qing Zhu? Qingqing?”

His soft voice carried a hint of fear, but no familiar cold response came from the empty room.

…

“Mr. Fu, as you can see, the surveillance definitely didn’t capture anyone breaking into the yard. Are you sure you didn’t misremember?” The property security guard manipulated the mouse, feeling the man’s gaze behind him like a weight on his shoulders.

Fu Liuye confirmed it several times. Seeing there was truly nothing, he felt a flicker of disappointment, yet it almost felt expected.

“Sorry for the trouble.”

“It’s no problem. We work for the owners, after all.”

Leaving the neighborhood, Fu Liuye got into the car headed for his company, rubbing his aching temples. His mind was a mess. Even though he had plenty of work waiting for him, this matter kept spinning in his head, refusing to dissipate.

Who exactly was that person? And why did they help me?

Before he could reach a conclusion, the car—which had stopped steadily at a red light—suddenly jolted. The driver was startled.

“President Fu, we’ve been rear-ended.”

Fu Liuye frowned. As the driver got out, he glanced out the window. A young boy in a hoodie and overalls climbed out of the driver’s seat of the car behind them, a round beret perched on his head—a very trendy look.

Fu Liuye stayed in the car the whole time. When the driver returned a short while later, Fu Liuye spoke from the backseat.

“A minor?”

The driver blinked. “No, he has a license. He said he’s a novice and isn’t skilled yet.”

Fu Liuye nodded and didn’t ask further.

…

Having driven the car to a secluded spot, Wuyi looked at the dent on the front of the car with heartache, muttering softly: “Did you see anything?”

Two days ago, Qing Zhu had suddenly vanished, only reappearing this morning. Before Wuyi could even get angry, Qing Zhu informed him that Fu Liuye’s mental energy was “off,” so Wuyi had rushed to meet Fu Liuye. Although they didn’t interact, the distance was close enough.

Qing Zhu was weak; his response time was much slower than usual.

“His situation hasn’t fully turned around. Although the mental energy is intense, the portion I absorbed is essentially nil.”

Wuyi grew anxious: “Then what should we do? Should we go find him again?”

“Find a chance to check out his company.”

“Okay.”

Wuyi agreed without a second thought. He wanted to take the chance to check on Qing Zhu, but before he could speak, the black mist on his wrist coalesced into a solid object. It was still the black jade bangle, but it had lost its usual luster and looked quite dim.

…

It would take a long time for Fengyue Company to get back on track. These days, Fu Liuye was constantly in meetings or on business trips. Sensing his subordinates were under immense pressure, he had increased their benefits significantly.

When Wuyi arrived at the company wearing a dessert shop uniform, everyone was still busy. He waited at the front desk for a while before a beautiful assistant in a suit approached him.

“Please follow me.” The assistant smiled politely.

Wuyi nodded, pushing the shop’s dedicated trolley toward the elevator. He turned his head to look around curiously and spotted a familiar figure entering through the main doors. It was the woman he had seen at the orphanage—Fu Liuye’s mother, Cen Yue. She was carrying a thermal lunch box, seemingly bringing food for Fu Liuye, and headed toward a secluded elevator in the corner.

As their gazes met briefly, the elevator doors opened. Wuyi followed the assistant inside, feeling an inexplicable fondness for this gentle-looking auntie.

Once upstairs, Wuyi realized the entire floor was filled with a festive yet tense atmosphere. After helping the assistant distribute the afternoon tea desserts, he took the elevator down to leave. He had originally wanted to try getting to the top floor, but the upper levels required a keycard.

Just as he was debating whether to try the dark fire escape, the elevator doors behind him opened. Cen Yue stood there. Seeing the boy turn around with a look of blatant alarm on his beautiful, fair face, she was also startled.

Cen Yue hadn’t been involved much in company affairs lately. Hearing that Fu Liuye was working long hours and barely eating, she had come to bring him a home-cooked meal. On her way out, she saw this “sneaky” person.

“You are…”

The youth was slender, his thin waist cinched by a light brown apron. His exquisite little face carried a hint of naivety; his looks were quite striking. Cen Yue was someone who believed in physiognomy; seeing his nervous expression, her guard vanished.

“Come this way with me to head down.”

Wuyi breathed a sigh of relief and followed her into the private elevator. “Thank you.”

His voice was clean and soft. He stood politely in the corner to give her space to exit first.

“Are you a clerk from that dessert shop?” Cen Yue had just tasted the cake ordered by the assistant; the flavor was excellent.

“Yes.”

“Does your shop offer delivery?”

“Yes, would you like it?” Wuyi’s eyelashes fluttered. Feeling he had caught an opportunity, he pulled a business card from his pocket. “It has the contact info and address. You can reach out anytime.”

“Thanks for the trouble.” Cen Yue smiled and put it in her bag. “Your shop uses very fresh fruit.”

Wuyi: “We get fresh stock every day; nothing is kept overnight.”

Ding. The elevator reached the first floor.

Cen Yue walked out first, then turned back to admire the boy’s perfectly carved face. She couldn’t help but ask: “Does your shop hire child labor?”

Wuyi followed her, his eyes widening. Realizing what she meant, he looked embarrassed: “I’m in university.”

Cen Yue couldn’t hide her surprise. “I see. My apologies for the offense.”

“It’s okay.”

Wuyi followed her to the door. Seeing her wave to him before driving away, his awkwardness vanished. Qing Zhu had fallen back into a deep sleep. Wuyi wasn’t in the mood to head back with the other two clerks, so he stuffed his apron and hat into his backpack and walked straight into the cold wind with his hands in his pockets.

His home wasn’t far from here; Qing Zhu had specifically picked the location because it was close to both his school and the city center.

Since Qing Zhu remained unresponsive, Wuyi took a shortcut that was usually forbidden. It was somewhat similar to the area near Chen Yaya’s home—a maze of alleys—but he was very familiar with the terrain. The faint scent of lingering autumn osmanthus filled the air, and fallen leaves littered the ground.

Shaking the bangle on his wrist, he frowned in distress. “When exactly are you going to wake up?”

Qing Zhu was the one who told him to come, and then he just fell asleep upon arrival. Wuyi felt a surge of bottled-up frustration and self-pity, but mostly worry—Qing Zhu had never lost contact this frequently before. He was terrified that one day, he might not be able to wake Qing Zhu at all.

This thought sent a shiver down his spine, clearing his mind instantly. It was then that he realized there were hurried footsteps behind him.

The alley was narrow. He instinctively pulled to the side to give the person behind him room to pass. But at the moment they brushed past, his backpack was suddenly yanked hard. He stumbled forward, nearly falling to his knees.

In the blink of an eye, a faint black mist leaped up from the surroundings, like a pair of cold, solid hands bracing him. He managed to regain his footing, but his backpack was gone.

Wuyi’s face changed: “Thief!”

The person, wearing a dusty cotton coat, clutched the bag and sprinted away, vanishing from sight in an instant. Wuyi, already feeling aggrieved, immediately felt his eyes well up with tears as he “reported” the theft to Qing Zhu.

“My bag.”

Having just woken up, Qing Zhu didn’t even take a second to react. He let out a soft sigh and transformed into a thin mist, chasing after the thief.