Chapter 47: Chapter 47 BleedingCould it be that if I spent more time with him, like Yun Shifei does, he would finally start acknowledging people?

    A bold idea suddenly emerged in Yun Sisi’s mind.

    Yun Shifei’s status in the Yun Family had unexpectedly risen, and she felt the Cheng Family had a hand in it.

    Ever since Yun Shifei developed a connection with the Cheng Family, Yun Tiancheng even began collaborating with Cheng Guomin.

    Though their family was wealthy, the Cheng Family was many times richer.

    Besides, their market was much broader, extending overseas.

    Partnering with them, joining forces, had undoubtedly brought countless benefits to Yun Tiancheng.

    All of this was due to Yun Shifei.

    Even though no one explicitly mentioned it, the sharp-eyed Yun Sisi could sense it clearly.

    As for herself, although she had some rapport with Cheng Huai, Cheng Huai was several years older than her and difficult to manipulate.

    Cheng Lie would be much more suitable, especially since he was a fool.

    Once she got close to him, she could surely make him obey her every whim.

    At this thought, Yun Sisi felt strangely excited.

    Watching Yun Shifei and Cheng Lie’s figures fade into the distance, she decided not to follow them anymore.

    She had been trailing them for almost the entire day, and nothing had happened. Surely, nothing would happen now either.

    Cheng Huai was just a liar.

    Unknowingly, the afternoon meeting time arrived.

    Yun Shifei pulled Cheng Lie along and arrived early at the door to wait for the group to gather.

    Once the teacher completed the headcount, they were told to board the bus.

    Setting off to return to school, they would disband there and then each head home.

    Yun Shifei was feeling a bit tired from the day’s activities, and as she sat on the bus, she soon fell asleep.

    The bus swayed, and her head bumped gently against Cheng Lie’s shoulder.

    Sitting upright, Cheng Lie suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder and turned to see the girl sleeping soundly, her head resting against him.

    Her eyes were closed tightly, and she seemed to be in a deep sleep. He could even hear the steady rhythm of her breathing.

    No caution at all.

    Sleeping in such a place.

    Cheng Lie pursed his lips, watching her for a while. In the end, he did not push her away. sea??h thё N?velFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    It wasn’t until they were close to the school that Yun Shifei sluggishly woke up.

    Rubbing her eyes, she wore a sleepy and dazed expression.

    The moment she realized she had been leaning on Cheng Lie’s shoulder, she recoiled in shock and instinctively sat upright immediately.

    The drowsiness she had felt moments ago evaporated completely.

    "I—I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to," Yun Shifei apologized to Cheng Lie.

    Had she really rested her head against this powerhouse’s revered shoulder while sleeping? Was she courting death?

    Thankfully, the powerful figure was not yet the ruthless and decisive person he would later become. He merely cast her a faint glance and turned to look out of the window.

    So quiet, so docile.

    Yun Shifei couldn’t help but sigh. She quite liked Cheng Lie as he was now—he stirred an inexplicable urge to reach out and pat his head.

    But it was just an idea. She wouldn’t dare act on it.

    Soon, the bus arrived back at the school. After Yun Shifei dropped Cheng Lie off at home, she prepared to head back herself.

    "Get some rest, okay? See you tomorrow."

    Although tomorrow was the weekend, she would still head to the Cheng Family for tutoring.

    Cheng Lie watched as Yun Shifei’s figure disappeared from view, then slowly took a bottle out of his backpack.

    The water he had put in it this morning remained untouched.

    He opened the bottle and poured all the water into the flowerbeds.

    Afterward, he placed the bottle back into his backpack and headed home.

    "Xiao Lie, you’re back," Zhao Haishuang said, her face lighting up with a broad smile as she greeted Cheng Lie.

    Cheng Huai, who had no classes that afternoon, had returned home early and was now watching TV with an unsettled expression.

    Seeing Cheng Lie come in, he immediately locked his gaze on him.

    The boy standing at the doorway was tall and slender. The backlight blurred his face into a haze of shadow.

    Yet the cold aura he exuded still crept outward, inching closer.

    Cheng Huai frowned. Nothing had happened?

    That couldn’t be right.

    His eyes remained fixed on Cheng Lie, but Cheng Lie appeared oblivious and headed upstairs.

    It wasn’t until Cheng Lie’s silhouette completely disappeared that Cheng Huai snapped out of it.

    He stood and also headed upstairs.

    "Xiao Lie, did you enjoy yourself outside today?" Cheng Huai walked straight to Cheng Lie’s room, his gaze locked tightly onto Cheng Lie.

    It was as if he was trying to extract an answer directly from him.

    But unfortunately, all seemed calm and uneventful—nothing had occurred.

    Cheng Lie was quietly emptying his backpack of its contents.

    The water bottle was completely empty; the water was gone. Yet, why wasn’t Cheng Lie exhibiting any adverse effects?

    Cheng Huai narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression growing darker.

    Still, he maintained a composed demeanor as he stepped closer and surveyed Cheng Lie for a moment.

    "Xiao Lie, how was your first excursion? Did you have fun?"

    Cheng Lie continued sorting through his belongings, treating Cheng Huai like he didn’t exist.

    An extended silence stretched, and Cheng Huai nearly laughed in frustration.

    What did he think of himself, daring to ignore him?

    Annoyed, Cheng Huai shut the door to the room. Step by step, he advanced toward Cheng Lie.

    Like a hunter closing in on helpless prey.

    "Xiao Lie, tell me—are you truly sick, or are you just pretending? Why is it that every time I do something, you always manage to avoid the consequences?"

    Cheng Huai reached out and gripped Cheng Lie’s jaw tightly, glaring at his face like he wanted to devour him.

    This face was ridiculously beautiful—its features fine and vivid, its expression cold and elegant, like rippling rivers or untainted snow.

    Suddenly, a dark urge rose within Cheng Huai.

    He grabbed a pencil sharpener knife nearby, aiming to slash his face.

    This face looked far too much like her—the woman who had disrupted his family’s harmony.

    The woman who had inexplicably brought him a half-brother.

    This bastard—what gave him the right to enjoy the same treatment as him?

    Cheng Huai couldn’t resist the desire to destroy this face.

    It was better to look at a hideous mess than another pretty face.

    Just as the blade was about to slice Cheng Lie’s face, Cheng Huai glanced at Cheng Lie’s eyes.

    Those pitch-black pupils bore no emotion, only hollow emptiness, yet they stared at him like an abyss.

    For reasons unknown, a trace of fear crawled over Cheng Huai.

    The fear sobered him somewhat.

    How could he scar that face? Cheng Guomin would kill him if he found out.

    Thinking of this, Cheng Huai loosened his grip on the knife, and the blade grazed Cheng Lie’s wrist as it fell to the ground.

    Blood trickled down Cheng Lie’s arm.

    Even though it was just a shallow cut, the blood poured freely.

    "Ah, my hands must be clumsy—somehow I hurt you by accident. Are you okay, Xiao Lie?" Cheng Huai asked cheerfully with a smile.

    Cheng Lie lowered his gaze to his wrist, studying it for a long while before murmuring, "It’s bleeding."

    "Indeed, it is bleeding."

    Every now and then Cheng Lie would utter a sentence or two, and Cheng Huai had grown accustomed to this.

    Though he could string words together, he surely didn’t grasp the gravity of what had just happened.

    Unconcerned, Cheng Huai fetched the first aid kit, casually tended to the wound, and left.

    He abandoned Cheng Lie alone in the room.

    Cheng Lie stared at the bandage wrapped around his wrist.

    It was as if he was gazing at someone else’s injury—with no sign of discomfort at all. Instead, thin lips curved upward in eerie delight.

    He was almost unable to hold back now.