The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

"He is a ticking time bomb. Why didn't you kill him when he was young? Why did you let him live until now?"

Lei Xingyue said in a panic. Then, as if she remembered something, she covered her mouth in fear and looked around carefully.

"Your grandparents said that children can be taught to do well over time.

So over the years, we have stayed away from him, and apart from occasional self-harming behavior, he hasn't had any serious illnesses.

But once he is angered, he lets out the devil in his heart, and no one knows what will happen."

He Yumen did not blame her for her panic-stricken words. Instead, she patiently explained. After all, she was not the only one who was afraid of her devilish eldest son.

Especially when he thought about opening the door and seeing the mess on the ground, and standing among the broken meat and covered in blood, with eyes staring at him viciously as if he wanted to eat him, he shuddered.

"How can such a person become the head of a family?! It's too scary."

"There's nothing we can do about it. He is the most talented among all the kids we have."

He Yuman sighed and hugged the trembling Lei Xingyue soothingly.

On the other side, Lei Yunbo just arrived and saw Nan Zhiyi surrounded by a group of people. He quickly pulled the person out and stuffed him into the car.

With red eyes and trembling hands, she supported his shoulders and looked him up and down several times to make sure he was okay. Then she breathed a sigh of relief, hugged him tightly, and spoke with a choked voice.

"Zhiyi, are you okay? Did my mother and the others say anything?"

"You know.

In order to control me and become a qualified heir, they would destroy anything I liked.

I was so afraid on the way here that they would deal with you, or say something to keep you away from me."

Nan Zhiyi looked at the trembling man, sighed, and patted his back gently to comfort him.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay."

"It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be picked on by them, and you wouldn't have encountered these bad things.

It’s all my fault, my fault…”

Nan Zhiyi listened to his increasingly excited words, and suddenly felt the hot tears washing over her shoulders. A bad thought flashed through her mind.

He pushed the person away and looked at him seriously.

His eyes were red and lifeless, and he kept muttering words of self-blame that were almost falling to the dust.

The strong sense of self-blame and sadness in it made people feel nervous when they heard it.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I'm a disaster. Anyone who gets close to me will get into trouble. I'm sorry..."

He has fallen into a state of obsession. How could this happen for no reason?

Nan Zhiyi thought doubtfully, and seeing that he was trying to break free from her hand and commit self-harm, she hugged him tightly.

Whispering softly, responding to his words tirelessly

“Yunbo, it’s okay, you’re fine.

Be good, it’s not your fault.

I am here, they can’t hurt me, and I won’t leave, don’t worry…”

"Ayi, please, don't leave me, I will really go crazy if you leave.

I really can't stand a world without you anymore, please..."

"Be good, I won't leave. I will never leave. If I promise, I will do it."

"Ayi, Ayi..."

"I'm here."

Lei Yunbo said this and hugged him back tightly, as if he wanted to rub him into his bones and blood. Then he fell into a deep sleep, still holding him tightly with both hands, not letting go.

“Master Nan, I’m sorry.

The young master suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder due to a bad experience in his childhood. This onset is a bit scary, so please bear with me."

Nan Zhiyi looked at Lei Yunbo who had fallen asleep in his arms with a complicated look, then leaned back in the back seat tiredly, closed her eyes, and rubbed her eyebrows.

After a long silence, he opened his eyes and looked ahead indifferently, carefully observing Uncle Fu behind him through the rearview mirror, and frowned in annoyance.

There was some coldness in the voices that came out.

"Just say what you want to say. I don't like such roundabout conversations."

When Uncle Fu heard this, his heart tightened, he gripped the steering wheel tightly, found the nearest spot and stopped. His voice was low and tentative and begging.

“Young Master has always had a hard life, but now he finally has someone he likes.

I hope Master Nan can consider our past friendship and agree to renew the contract with you."

“Termination of the contract is certain, there is no room for negotiation.

However, since I promised him to accompany him, I will fulfill my promise no matter what the circumstances are."

"The young master won't agree."

“He will.

There are many identities for a person to accompany, not necessarily a partner. And how can you be sure that he really likes you, and not just on a whim.

After all, time can dilute many things, including illusory love. "

Nan Zhiyi looked through the car window at the traffic outside and said with certainty.

It is extremely lucky to be loved by someone wholeheartedly.

With his bad luck, he didn't think he would be lucky enough to get so much at the same time. It was more likely that there was a conspiracy.

A moment of weakness doesn't mean anything.

Just like when I see stray cats and dogs, I feel soft-hearted and like them a lot, but I don’t think they can become my partner.

Nan Zhiyi was speaking to him as well as to herself.

Uncle Fu looked at Nan Zhiyi's cold and ruthless eyes through the rearview mirror. He felt a chill down his spine. He sighed and started the car again.

"Honestly, Mr. Nan, no matter from which aspect, you should not be the type that the young master likes.

But there is nothing absolute in love, otherwise he wouldn't have fallen in love with you. Why don't you think about it again?"

Nan Zhiyi closed his eyes and rested, feeling a little tired, not wanting to argue any more.

Soon the car returned to Lei Yunbo's villa.

Nan Zhiyi slowly opened her eyes, which were a little cold and distant.

Looking at the person with messy hair, closed eyes, still slightly red eyes with traces of tears, flushed face, hugging him tightly.

He indifferently took the spare coat from the car and covered the person with it, opened the door, hugged the person, stood up, and walked towards the room.

The servants looked on curiously and whispered.

"Who is the young lady holding?"

"Hiss, they look so intimate, maybe they are some little lovers."

"Are you blind? Don't you see that it was Uncle Fu driving? It must be the young master!"

"Master, this is even more exciting. We were having so much fun, but we were brought back in broad daylight."

"Do you think it's possible that the young master is ill?"

"What disease? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Qing Ning quietly squeezed in next to Aunt Xunfang, who was slightly older and was in charge of garden pruning.

“I heard it was bipolar disorder or depression or something, anyway, it was super scary.

It has to be tied up tightly with a corset. The destructive power, ugh, I heard from the old man before, it almost demolished the villa, so the master didn't live with it."