Quickly wear: Crazy criticize the host and he is targeted by the yandere again

"Uncle Yan, I'm sorry, it was me and Uncle Lin who made a joke before..."

"Changqian didn't imprison me. Huanmei developed a new prop. I was curious, so I gave it a try."

"I...I didn't expect Changqian to be punished so severely..."

Yan Zhengqing was silent for a long time, looked at Yan Changqian again, and then said, "Since it is a misunderstanding, let's go back."

The two were about to leave when they were stopped again.

"Wait a minute, Changqian goes back, Xiaoying stays."

Yan Changqian was stunned and immediately protected Ci Ying behind him, "Father, actually Ying didn't lie to you..."

His father had never tolerated sand in his eyes. Rather than implicate Ci Ying, it would be better for him to be punished.

Anyway, the imprisonment was a fact, and he never thought about shirk it.

Yan Zhengqing's eyebrows twitched, where are these two dolls in front of him?

"I just had a few words with Xiaoying, what do you think I'm going to do?"

5 minute later.

A purple clay teacup filled with about [-]% of the tea was pushed in front of Ci Ying.

"Xiaoying, I think you should know that Changqian is different from ordinary people."

Ci Ying was stunned and smiled awkwardly, "I can't hide anything from you, uncle."

Yan Zhengqing naturally knew that Ci Ying only made such an excuse to excuse his son.

He sighed deeply, and when he looked up at Ci Ying again, his eyes were full of seriousness.

"Before you marry him, there is something you should understand. If... you want to regret it, it's still too late."

Ci Ying put down the tea cup in her hand and sat upright with a smile on her face, "If uncle is referring to the fact that you broke his leg when he was five years old, I already know it."

Yan Zhengqing raised an eyebrow, seeming a little surprised. After thinking about it, he asked again:

"Then did he tell you where the pistol went?"

Ci Ying paused in her heart and lowered her eyes.

No, and he had never seen any special pistol on Yan Changqian or anywhere in the room.

Ordinarily... with his personality... since he likes that gun, he should keep it with him...

"He smashed the pistol, crushed it, packed the powder into several shell casings and embedded them in his own flesh."

Yan Zhengqing used the calmest language to describe this incident, but what he actually saw was the morbid madness in those strange eyes, and a twisted smile that should not appear on the face of a five-year-old child.

The Yan family will never tolerate the existence of a demonic person.

He was so cruel that he broke his son's legs with his own hands and locked him in the punishment room to reflect.

It was not until a few days later that Yan Changqian dug out the bullet casings from the flesh and blood and handed them over to him to admit his mistake, and then they were released.

"Xiaoying, he not only wants to hurt the people around you, but also wants to hurt you. This is his entire truth."

Hearing this, Ciying raised a confident and bright smile, "He won't hurt me."

Yan Zhengqing shook his head, "I know he won't do it now. He is too good at restraining and pretending. I only punished him once when he was five years old, and he hasn't made any mistakes since then."

"This looks normal, but in fact it is not normal at all. He is only a five-year-old child. How can a five-year-old child not make any mistakes?"

"In those few years, I invited many authoritative psychiatrists to conduct psychological evaluations on him every other month, but everyone said he was normal..."

Hearing this, Ci Ying's heart moved and she interrupted Yan Zhengqing's words, "Uncle, when Chang Qian was ten years old, the cultist who kidnapped him was not a tutor, but a psychiatrist, right?"

Yan Zhengqing paused slightly, "He told you he was a tutor?"

"Of course not. His tutors have all gone through strict background checks and screenings. It is impossible for heretics like that to sneak in."

"He is a well-known overseas psychiatrist, and he is also the last one. The cult incident almost killed him, and it also alerted me."

"In addition, he made himself too normal and too perfect, so perfect that even I believed that he was really well, so I stopped looking for a psychiatrist to evaluate him."

"In these years, he has not shown the slightest bit of paranoia about anything. As time goes by, I have gradually forgotten what happened back then."

"It wasn't until today that I discovered...it turned out that his illness had never recovered."

Yan Zhengqing stood up, pulled out a cabinet from the wall, picked up a small iron box that was so rusty that it turned black, opened it, and placed it in front of Ci Ying.

"Xiaoying, no matter how good your restraint is, there will be cracks. The longer and tighter the restraint is, the stronger the backlash will be once the string breaks."

"I hope you understand everything about Changqian and consider it carefully before deciding whether to spend your life with him."

Ciying lowered his head and looked down. In the dusty box, there were several bullet casings and a small yellowed note on which the words "Changqian knows his mistake" could be vaguely seen.

For a five-year-old child, his legs were broken and his body was in severe pain, his handwriting was terrifyingly neat.

Ci Ying felt a little distressed, but she also understood the deep love and responsibility of Yan's father.If it weren't for this family tradition that forced him to learn restraint, Yan Changqian would have become a perverted murderer long ago.

He closed the iron box in front of him as if bidding farewell to Yan Changqian in the past.

"Uncle, don't get me wrong. I just said Changqian wouldn't hurt me. It's not that he doesn't want to hurt me, but that he can't hurt me."

You may not believe it, but I can overturn the laws of heaven in your world.

"So, I am his only choice. Only I can coexist with his illness."

After saying that, Ciying stood up, bowed to Yan Zhengqing very respectfully, then turned and left.

The housekeeper took him outside and was about to drive him home when he saw Yan Changqian who had been waiting in the night.

"Baby, my leg is injured and I can't drive..."

Ci Ying's eyes moved downwards. The blood-stained trousers had been replaced. They looked clean and fresh. The wounds must have been treated.

Oh, you have the time to stand here for an hour, why can't you spend 10 minutes to drive home?

"Well, let's go home."

Also, how could his lover allow him to get into someone else's car?

A month later.

In Yan's private manor, a wedding was being held quietly.

There was no media coverage, no extravagant banquets.

The total number of guests attending the wedding shall not exceed 20.

Except for the Yan family, there were only a few people who were familiar with Yan Changqian, and Ciying did not invite anyone.

The chief is their witness.

He wore a pale gold tuxedo, and he wore a white morning coat.

He is innocent, clear and agile, and is married to the only lover in the world who makes him passionate.

He removed the instrument from his right eye and married his baby with his true appearance.

On their wedding night, Yan Changqian got a necklace.

From the outside, it looks exactly like Ciying's.

It's just that the name "Ci Ying" is engraved on the reverse side of the metal piece.

He looked at himself in the mirror, repeatedly rubbing the metal piece with his fingertips, his eyes filled with pride.

"Baby, is this the reward you gave me? I'm very happy..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned black, and his body seemed to have been drained of strength and fell down.

In the chaos, a distant and ethereal voice came to my ears.

"My dear, the rewards haven't started yet~"