The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

Deng Shentong sat by the bed and accompanied Zhang Yi for a while as per his wishes, until the young man's breathing became steady and he fell asleep leaning on his arms.

Deng Shentong lowered his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Yi's slightly pale face, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. No one knew what he was thinking.

His eyes moved away from the young man's face and fell on their clasped hands.

His fingers are long, white, and have distinct joints.

Zhang Yi's hands were rough and tanned, with broad, strong palms. However, unlike what he remembered, there were many more wounds of varying sizes on them, many of which had turned into faint scars, adding a sense of age to this man who was only in his twenties.

The two hands with completely different skin colors were tightly clasped together, as if they were from two completely different worlds, with only this little connection left.

Deng Shentong subconsciously moved his fingers, trying to pull his hand out of the other person's hand, but Zhang Yi's hand held back tightly, as if afraid that he would run away.

He was slightly startled, and an indescribable sour feeling arose in his heart.

After a moment, he gently tried to pull his hand out, his movements as gentle as the brush of a feather.

At this moment, he suddenly felt Zhang Yi's body move slightly. Although the amplitude was small, he still captured it keenly. So he quickly stopped the action, fearing that he would wake up the sleeping young man.

But soon, Zhang Yi resumed his calm breathing, as if the movement just now was just an illusion.

Deng Shentong breathed a sigh of relief and gently pulled his hand back again. Zhang Yi was running a fever, and his temperature was a little high. As his palm gradually left the other's palm, Deng Shentong felt a chill spreading along his fingertips.

Then he stood up and carefully put Zhang Yi's hand back on the bed, making sure he would not be woken up.

He walked towards the door and opened it gently. Before leaving the room, Deng Shentong looked back at Zhang Yi, his eyes revealing a hint of complicated emotions.

Then he turned and left, leaving behind a quiet back.

……

Late at night, the light in the study was dim and the atmosphere was solemn. Deng Yuanbo sat in a chair, leaning back, closing his eyes and seemed to be in deep thought.

His face was full of wrinkles, revealing a tired and haggard look.

Suddenly, a slight sound of footsteps broke the silence. Deng Yuanbo opened his eyes lazily, raised his head slightly and looked at the person who came in, with a faint smile on his lips: "Are you here? Have you dealt with everything?"

Deng Shentong slowly walked up to him and stopped, his body half hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see the expression on his face. His voice was cold and calm: "It's taken care of, uncle."

Deng Yuanbo nodded gently, tapped the back of the chair, pointed to the seat beside him, and said gently: "Shentong, come and sit down."

Deng Shentong did not refuse, but sat down casually, crossed his legs naturally, and looked at Deng Yuanbo calmly.

"I have spread the news as you requested." Deng Shentong's voice was steady, without any emotional fluctuations.

Deng Yuanbo nodded with satisfaction, a pleased smile on his face: "Well done. But... you seem to care too much about him. He is just an ordinary servant, there is no need to coax him specially."

Deng Shentong frowned slightly when he heard this, but he still replied respectfully: "Uncle, this is my private matter, please don't send anyone to keep an eye on me anymore."

Deng Yuanbo's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he snorted coldly: "Humph, now that you are strong enough, I can't control you. Ipsilon? How majestic."

Deng Shentong lowered his head and said nothing, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Deng Yuanbo continued: "Don't forget what our purpose is."

Deng Shentong was silent for a moment, then responded in a low voice: "I know."

Deng Yuanbo stood up, walked to Deng Shentong, patted his shoulder vigorously, and said earnestly: "Shentong, I know you have a kind heart. But in this world, being soft-hearted will only make you suffer. What's more, we have more important things to do."

Deng Shentong raised his head, with a hint of indifference in his beautiful eyes. He stared at Deng Yuanbo quietly and said in a calm tone: "Uncle, I am not soft-hearted, and I am not a kind person."

Deng Yuanbo's eyes flashed with shrewdness. "That's right. The Deng family will clear all obstacles on your way forward. You just need to do what you should do."

Deng Shentong was silent for a while, then he raised his head and said calmly, "Uncle, I have my own plans. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Deng Yuanbo sighed. He knew that the current Deng Shentong was no longer the young master who had to rely on the Deng family in order to grow. If Deng Shentong had any ideas in his mind, even his uncle would not be able to restrain him.

Deng Yuanbo could only nod, "Well, go ahead. Remember, don't let your emotions get the better of you."

Deng Shentong got up and left. When he reached the door, he stopped, turned his head slightly, and looked at Deng Yuanbo with cold eyes.

"I don't need anyone else to interfere in my affairs." After saying that, he left the study without looking back.

Deng Yuanbo sat on a chair, staring at the closed door with a helpless expression on his face. He sighed in his heart: "Shentong, I have watched you grow up from a child to an adult. Now you can stand on your own. As for us old guys, there are fewer and fewer things we can do to help you..."

As the pride of the Deng family, Deng Shentong has always demonstrated extraordinary skills and courage.

However, he was once bound by his family, like a bird imprisoned in a cage, unable to fly freely. But now, he has finally broken free and spread his wings to fly high.

Over the past year, Deng Shentong's supernatural powers have become increasingly powerful. Not only has he secretly engaged in a thrilling confrontation with Zhu Zheng, but he has also been gradually taking back his own power from Deng Yuanbo.

Although this way of seizing power made Deng Yuanbo feel a little bitter, he did not feel resentful or dissatisfied. After all, Deng Shentong was the child he raised, and he had a deep understanding of Deng Shentong's abilities and potential.

The Deng family will eventually have to be handed over to Deng Shentong, so there is nothing wrong in letting him go there in person.

Deng Yuanbo looked at a potted plant at hand. New tender leaves were sprouting from the branches, while the withered yellow leaves fell and turned into dust.

Everything will change, and so will he.

Just like fallen leaves turn into nutrients, making the new leaves more luxuriant in the coming spring.