Transmigrated as the Villain and Driven Crazy by the Vengeful Male Lead - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Evil Desires. Unlike you, whose heart is as cold as icy stone and who excels at pretense, being…

Lu Shuyao lay in bed for an entire day and night, unable to get up. That “black fish juice” was beyond words; it felt like bandits had raided his body, ransacking every corner, or like he’d swallowed a grenade that was indiscriminately attacking his internal organs.

Left with no choice, he had to let Li An continue handling Su Cheyue’s meals.

Since sitting on the Stalactite Terrace, Li An had become even more dissatisfied with Lu Shuyao. He went around loudly broadcasting the story of how he had “defeated” Shuyao, which led many female disciples to loiter around the Xieyue Pavilion, surrounding Li An and begging for details.

It was incredibly restless.

And… though they claimed to be there for the story, Lu Shuyao felt they were actually there to watch the drama between him and Su Cheyue.

The girls had heard that the Baoshan Sect had brought back an exquisitely beautiful young master from Qifeng Ferry. He had been hidden away in the Xieyue Pavilion since his arrival, so everyone was looking for an excuse to see him for themselves.

A knock sounded on the door. Lu Shuyao said, “Come in,” and a female disciple slipped into the room with lowered eyes.

“Who are you, Miss?” Lu Shuyao propped himself up, first glancing at Su Cheyue, who showed no reaction.

“I… I’m just a junior disciple. Li An asked me to deliver food to the two masters.”

Lazy bastard.

Lu Shuyao didn’t want to lose his temper with a girl, so he nodded. “Set it over there.”

“Uhm, I can feed the Second Young Master,” the disciple said quickly. She took a bold peek at Lu Shuyao. “And I can feed Master Lu, too!”

“Thanks for the offer, but it’s not necessary. You may go.”

“Eh?” The disciple wouldn’t give up. “Not even for the Second Young Master?”

Lu Shuyao replied, “You can try.”

The girl was brave enough to come in for Li An, so she was brave enough to try. She sat by the bed with the porridge. “Second Young Master, time to eat.”

When the spoon reached his lips, Su Cheyue knit his brows and turned his face away. The disciple was at a loss. Su Cheyue didn’t even look at her; he simply took the bowl and spoon himself and began to eat slowly and methodically.

The girl was forced to watch him eat, not knowing whether to sit or stand. Seeing her embarrassment, Lu Shuyao couldn’t bear it. Clutching his lower back, he said, “My back hurts. Miss, could you bring my bowl over to me as well?”

As if she’d been thrown a lifeline, the disciple hurried to do as he said.

“Once we’re finished, I’ll have to trouble you to take the tray back out.”

“No problem!” Seeing Lu Shuyao was talkative, her courage grew. “Master, why do you sleep in separate beds?”

Lu Shuyao nearly choked on his porridge. “I… he—”

He looked up and found the girl staring at him with great expectation. Lu Shuyao kicked the question back: “Why do you ask?”

“I’m just asking on behalf of everyone, no other meaning.” She leaned in playfully, her face flushing. “We heard you only married over here to care for a sick man. If there’s nothing else between you and the Second Young Master, then… then we all like you very much.”

The logic was all over the place. Lu Shuyao asked, “And?”

“We want to visit you often and talk to you more.”

Huh? Wouldn’t that just mean coming here every day to gawk at Su Cheyue??

The disciple said, “Don’t you feel bored here, Master? The Second Young Master can’t hear or see; we wouldn’t be bothering him…”

Are you sure about that?

Lu Shuyao felt that if he dared to invite a flock of “nightingales” in front of him, he wouldn’t even need to worry about Hatred Values—a medical miracle would occur, and Su Cheyue would stand up early just to kill him.

He thought fast and said, “I’m afraid that’s not possible. This ‘famous grass’ already has an owner.”

The disciple: “?” She looked at Lu Shuyao, then at Su Cheyue. “Master, you said your back hurts. Could it be that what they’re saying is true…”

“Saying what?”

The girl’s face turned bright red. “Indulging… in passion…”

Lu Shuyao: “…”

The disciple had a sudden realization and covered her mouth. “Is it because the Second Young Master was too rough with you? Is that why you can’t even get off the sofa or go back to the bed??”

A sudden “Ooh!” came from outside the door. Lu Shuyao turned and saw a dozen slender shadows pressed against the doorframe.

Seriously? You sent a representative?

The girl in the room sighed with regret. “What a pity. You’re so handsome, Master. It’s such a pity!”

Lu Shuyao gave a thin, fake smile. “Can you—I mean, all of you—leave now?”

The disciple reluctantly opened the door, and another girl poked her head in, looking as if she’d been holding back for a long time: “Master! If you’re struggling, we can buy some Qing’e Pills for you! I also have a heating belt for the waist; would you like to use it?”

The group of girls laughed like windchimes in a breeze.

“Thanks, thanks. If you remember, just drop them at the courtyard gate.”

After they left, Lu Shuyao’s smile faded. He looked toward the bed. Su Cheyue’s head was still turned away, his expression hidden.

“Laugh if you want,” Lu Shuyao said gloomily.

Su Cheyue’s long lashes suddenly swept up like brushes. “How did you know?”

How did he know Cheyue could hear?

Lu Shuyao was confident. “It seems you can not only hear but also speak.”

Su Cheyue’s senses had been very sharp lately. If Lu Shuyao hadn’t calculated that there were still six months until his full recovery and a month or two until the heroine appeared, he would be panicking.

“…How exactly did you know?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Lu Shuyao mocked himself. “Every time I tried to feed you before, didn’t you smash the bowl?” He let out a long, self-pitying sigh. “The Second Young Master is only gentle with the ladies.”

“Unlike you, whose heart is as cold as icy stone and who excels at pretense, able to endure being teased like that,” Su Cheyue retorted blindly, his words dripping with hidden barbs about the Ghost Purgatory.

Lu Shuyao didn’t mind. “What does it matter if they tease me? As long as they don’t bully you, I don’t care.”

Su Cheyue paused.

He couldn’t see, but he could imagine the person speaking—lying leisurely on the sofa not far away, his tone so relaxed it bordered on indifferent. Yet, the sunlight was shining right behind his back.

Su Cheyue frowned. For once he could speak, but he suddenly found he had nothing left to say.

“What was with that medicine? Second Young Master, I vomited until I didn’t know up from down for you. Can’t you tell me?”

Su Cheyue shook his head. “I don’t know.” In truth, they likely wanted to steal his Desire-Probing Pearl. His uncle had been feeding him that medicine since he became paralyzed. He didn’t want to waste his meager spiritual energy on himself, so he often endured days of agony.

“…Fine.” At least it was worth 5 points of hatred.

…

That night.

Su Cheyue suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness. There was no moonlight, and it was pitch black, yet his ears were filled with a deafening roar.

“It’s almost time. Soon, I will take his life!” “Very soon, very soon…”

It felt as if a trumpet had been shoved into his brain. Someone was speaking—screaming, almost—a buzzing sound that made his head feel like it was splitting open.

“I will end him with my own hands…”

Su Cheyue sat up, drenched in a cold sweat.