That Stupid, Pretentious Young Master Deserves To Be Punished - Chapter 4

A trail of bright red blood leaked from the corner of Shen Si Xuan’s mouth as he raised an eyebrow at Jia Yu. “Did you not love drinking my blood before? Does it not taste good anymore?”

As the woody scent exploded on his tongue, a wave of relief rushed straight to his brain, and every pore seemed to open and breathe. Jia Yu felt a numbness spreading across his scalp. He gritted his teeth, struggling to resist the urge, hating the base instincts of this body.

Seeming to sense Jia Yu’s agonizing restraint, Shen Si Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and thrust his finger into Jia Yu’s mouth, stirring it around.

“You were not like this before. You used to grab my head and smash it into walls, hit me with wine bottles, and leave deep, bone exposed wounds on my neck, all for a taste of this blood. Do you not like it anymore?”

Jia Yu swiped the malicious finger away, leaving trails of silver saliva as it pulled out. His skin was burning, his head spinning, but he did not answer; he simply stood up.

Yes, he was craving it terribly right now, but so what? His pride did not allow the creature that used to kneel before him to toy with him so wantonly now. For the sake of his dignity, he summoned every ounce of his willpower to resist his body’s instincts.

His eyes darkened as he looked at that profound face. This bastard.

With a burst of force, he shoved Si Xuan directly onto the wine table. A muffled thud echoed as the table swayed. The wine bottles above were not spared; under the violent impact, they tumbled to the floor and shattered, spraying alcohol and glass shards everywhere.

“Since you like drinking it so much, I will let you have your fill.”

Jia Yu grabbed a wine bottle, smashed it against the edge of the table, and the neck broke, sending glass shards scattering. He clamped Shen Si Xuan’s jaw with his left hand, picked up the jagged bottle with his right, and tilted the sharp, broken neck directly toward Shen Si Xuan’s lips.

Alcohol spilled over, cutting Shen Si Xuan’s lips and causing blood to mix with the liquid. As Shen Si Xuan lay on the table, staring into those phoenix eyes, he felt the pain and the liquid flowing down his lips, and he curled the corners of his mouth.

The rich aroma of alcohol mixed with the woody scent drifted into Shen Jia Yu’s nostrils, making his suppressed nerves go violently haywire.

I cannot take it anymore!

Throwing the bottle aside, Jia Yu lunged forward, licking ruthlessly at those mangled, blood soaked lips. The fragrance permeated the air, his blood boiled instantly, and his soul trembled.

In the shadows, Si Xuan’s smile widened as he pressed Jia Yu’s head down to deepen the kiss, one hand sliding inside Jia Yu’s shirt.

At the very moment his reason was about to shatter, Jia Yu grabbed Si Xuan’s collar and slammed him hard against the floor. Standing there, his chest heaving, Jia Yu felt an extreme irritability; he wanted nothing more than to tear Si Xuan apart and devour him on the spot.

Just then, the private room door was pushed open. A tall figure stepped in, silhouetted against the light.

Jia Yu squinted his eyes and realized it was Gu Beici, his childhood friend who had grown up alongside him.

Noticing the chaotic scene, Gu Beici frowned unhappily.

Jia Yu’s white silk shirt was crumpled, soaked through with red wine, and clung to his skin, becoming nearly transparent. Gu Beici spoke with concern: “A Yu, I heard you were here. Are you okay?”

Seeing Gu Beici’s concerned, anxious look made Jia Yu want to retch.

Damn it. Hypocrite.

From childhood on, Gu Beici had used this kind, gentle mask to deceive him, tricking him into bankruptcy, into twenty million in debt, and almost into prison.

Ha. He probably thinks I am a complete idiot, that with a flick of his fingers, he can get me to say anything.

Jia Yu said with disgust: “Get lost! I do not need your concern!”

Gu Beici’s mouth opened, his expression shattering into a look of heartbreak. “A Yu, do not treat me like this.”

One more word from him, and Jia Yu felt he would explode on the spot. He bypassed the man and walked out.

Once outside, the noisy music and suffocating air behind him gradually faded. The cool night breeze blew, clearing his head, and the scent of wood lingering on his lips dissipated slightly.

“Jia Yu, where are you going?” Shen Si Xuan’s low, magnetic voice sounded from behind.

He did not look back. “Where I am going is none of your business.”

“What? Is the Second Young Master really planning to sleep on the streets?”

Jia Yu turned his head, casting a cold, bone chilling glance back. “Where I sleep is none of your damn business. I will say it one more time: do not follow me, and do not force me to take action against you.”

However, the next moment, a whistling sound cut through the air, and his vision went black.

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When he woke again, Jia Yu found himself mysteriously in a bamboo hut. Pushing open the window, he saw scenery completely different from the city.

This was a small village hidden deep in the mountains, with layers of wooden stilt houses built into the mountainside. They were arranged in an orderly fashion, with black tiles, yellow strips, and white smoke curling upward, releasing a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

Surrounded by endless mountains, with clear waters, lush forests, and the faint scent of flowers, it was clearly dilapidated and backward; it truly fit the phrase remote and impoverished.

Jia Yu had never seen such a primitive village, where even the roads were dirt paths. He stepped out of the wooden hut, and several oddly dressed children surrounded him, looking at him with curiosity.

They stared at him with unblinking black eyes, jabbering away in a local dialect. Jia Yu naturally could not understand their patois, nor could he summon a friendly face, so he stood there coldly.

At that moment, Shen Si Xuan appeared and looked at him. “Awake?”

Clenching his fists, Jia Yu suppressed his temper and asked through gritted teeth: “Where did you take me?” Opening his eyes to a completely strange place, who could handle that?

Si Xuan wore a smile. “Sold you into the mountains, of course.”

Without a word, Jia Yu balled his fist and swung it toward Si Xuan’s face. “Fuck you, Shen Si Xuan! Who gave you permission to bring me here?” He dared to climb over his head? He dared!

Using the momentum, Si Xuan performed a capture technique, pinning Jia Yu’s arm behind his back. The two were extremely close; from the side, Jia Yu looked almost embedded in Shen Si Xuan’s embrace. Shen Si Xuan blew into his earlobe: “Does one need permission to go home?”

Scorched by that breath, Jia Yu immediately attempted a back throw, but it was easily neutralized by Si Xuan. He spread his hands, shaking his palms with a laugh: “Do not fight, Second Young Master. This really is your home.”

Jia Yu paused. He finally understood Shen Si Xuan’s meaning: this was his biological mother’s ancestral home, and also the home of Shen Si Xuan’s foster mother after they were swapped. At the thought, his face turned pale, and his heart began to ache.

Jia Yu’s biological mother was a number six, not even a mistress. It was said his biological father had been very wealthy, kept several women like raising insects in a jar, and the women tore each other to shreds until only his mother remained.

It showed how strong her fighting ability was; she was a natural born harem drama lead. But so what if she won? Her man died, and all assets were left to his legal wife and children. She did not get a single penny.

In the end, when she was dying, there was no one by her side, not even her foster son, Si Xuan, went to visit her. It showed how bitter her life was.

Of course, Jia Yu was not much better; he and his mother were two of a kind.

In her own words, she, Bai Yu, had been clever her whole life, so how could she have such a stupid son who got kicked out without taking a single cent?

She was right. If they were not mother and son, who would be? She was evil and he was stupid, it was clearly inherited.

Even to her death, she was calculating how to send Jia Yu back to the Shen family to scrape some more money.

Jia Yu sighed helplessly, “Ms. Bai, you are dying, can you not just rest for a second?”

She smiled brightly and gently. Even cancer had not stolen her beauty; even in the hospital room, male doctors and patients fussed over her. A single look from her could hook an entire crowd.

She gently spoke the most vicious words:

“Jia Yu, I am so jealous of your fate, being swapped into the Shen family. If it were me, I would have taken over the whole family by now. You really are a piece of trash.”

Jia Yu was speechless. Fine, you are the greatest, you are just wonderful. Just take over the whole country while you are at it.

As she was dying, her face perfectly made up, holding Jia Yu’s hand with sunlight spilling over the jasmine before the bed, she looked quiet and beautiful. She opened her mouth, and her charming voice rang out, as if giving her final deathbed instructions.

She said: “Jia Yu, I wish for you to be as unhappy as I was for the rest of your life.”

Having said that, she closed her eyes.

Jia Yu wanted to say, Ms. Bai, do not wish that on me; I am already unhappy.

Even for her funeral, Jia Yu was the only one there to hold it.

Jia Yu knelt alone in the mourning hall for an entire night, looking up at Ms. Bai’s black and white portrait. The night was quiet and cold. Looking back, everything was pitch black, and he suddenly shed tears. With trembling hands, he burned paper money for Ms. Bai, and Jia Yu seemed to see his own ending.

His smile was exceptionally miserable. Others saw hope in candlelight; Jia Yu saw despair in the light of the burning spirit money.

Seeing Jia Yu standing there in a daze, his face pale, Shen Si Xuan pushed him. “Second Young Master, what is this? Nostalgia?”

Jia Yu went silent. Ms. Bai’s ashes were still in City A; he should have brought them back. He took a breath and said coldly: “Lead the way.”

Following Shen Si Xuan as they climbed further up the mountain, deeper into the forest, Jia Yu’s unusually keen senses caught a few abnormalities.

This place felt like a mysterious corner forgotten by the world.

The dense forest was like a churning green ocean, growing wantonly. The thick branches intertwined, forming a canopy so dense it was almost lightless. Various unknown flowers were scattered like stars among them, red like fire, pink like clouds, white like snow, a little too garish in their brilliance.

However, this seemingly peaceful and serene forest was filled with a faint miasma.

White smoke drifted through the air, and an abnormal number of insects clung to the emerald leaves. Whether it was birds in flight or the occasional beast that appeared, from the moment their silhouettes emerged, their gazes were locked firmly onto them. Even from a great distance, Jia Yu could feel those several pairs of spying eyes.

The terrible thing was that while this was an ocean of insects and beasts, there was not a single sound.

Silence, eerie, bizarre silence.

Jia Yu shivered, his scalp tingling instantly, but he pressed on, biting the bullet. Seeming to sense his companion’s unease, Si Xuan took Shen Jia Yu’s hand. Skin against skin, a warm body temperature was transmitted. “Do not be afraid. They do not hurt people.”

He glanced behind Shen Jia Yu, and with a single look, the beasts that had been quietly following them retreated like a receding tide.

After climbing for over an hour, they reached the mountainside.

There stood an old bamboo house, its outer walls mottled and covered in the marks of time.

Shen Si Xuan pushed the door open. The living room was very simple: stone paved floors, furniture consisting only of wooden tables and chairs with no sofa, and the television was an old, obsolete CRT model. The yellowing walls were covered in awards, all bearing the same name:

Si Xuan.

This must be Shen Si Xuan’s old home, Jia Yu thought.

Previously, Jia Yu had heard that Shen Si Xuan’s family was extremely poor, starting from scratch while trying to compete with the crown princes of the City A circle. At the time, they were mocked, and they had even teamed up to sabotage Si Xuan. When Jia Yu was running his company, he had had several contracts stolen by this bastard Shen Si Xuan, causing heavy losses. He hated him to the bone and had joined others in tripping him up.

At the time, no one took this poor boy seriously. Who would have thought he would actually make it? He had truly prospered, and even the second generation heirs in the circle had to address him as President Si.

It was just unexpected that Shen Si Xuan had been that poor, poor to a degree that exceeded Jia Yu’s definition of poor. When Jia Yu had only 500,000 left in his card, he felt destitute, like he was about to go begging on the streets.

Shen Si Xuan wiped down the living room, put away their things, and took Jia Yu to continue climbing the mountain.

They climbed for another hour, Jia Yu’s feet aching. Living here was simply torture for a modern person. Finally, they reached a secluded, quiet valley.

Here, vast swaths of colorful flowers bloomed quietly, dotted with lush green, while thousands of butterflies fluttered in the air.

Above, the branches were thick and leafy. The sunlight struggled to pierce the dense forest, leaking a few strands of broken gold. A butterfly happened to land on a purple pink flower bud, adding a touch of liveliness and sentiment to the fairyland.

Even a worldly, well traveled rich young master like Jia Yu felt his breathing slow down in such a fairyland. As the breeze blew, petals fell like rain and the fragrance was intoxicating; it was as beautiful as a hallucination. But right in the middle sat a lonely:

Grave mound!

Jia Yu stared at the grave, bewildered, unable to understand why Shen Si Xuan had brought him all the way here.

The grave was a small dirt mound; if not for the stone tablet in front, he would not have known it was a grave, thinking it was just a burial mound for flowers.

Jia Yu saw the flamboyant calligraphy on it:

Tomb of Daya Phoenix Lord.

Next to it were several mysterious characters.

Shen Si Xuan swept away the weeds on the grave and took incense and paper money out of his bag.

Jia Yu remained silent, standing quietly to one side.

“Jia Yu, kneel.” Shen Si Xuan’s voice was solemn.

Jia Yu raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you sick?” He did not quite understand this person’s train of thought.

Shen Si Xuan sighed and said slowly: “Jia Yu, she is your biological grandmother.”

Jia Yu was stunned. He had thought his only relative was Ms. Bai; how had a grandmother appeared out of nowhere?

Seeing that Jia Yu had not moved, Shen Si Xuan looked a bit distracted, as if reminiscing: “Grandmother was a wonderful person, kind, gentle, and virtuous. Although she was a bit hard of hearing and a bit talkative, she was very affectionate. If she knew she had such a beautiful grandson, she would definitely be very happy.”