bookcurios Chapter 106 The Fifth Brother, the Smartest and Most Talented Among His Brothers
Chapter 106 The Fifth Brother, the Smartest and Most Talented Among His Brothers
He held the phone in front of Qiao Yiran, "Let Wei Xifeng come and save you." This was the first time Qiao Yiran had met him, but it wasn't the first time he had met her. Because Qiao Yiran's appearance was somewhat similar to his stepmother's, he had gone to cause trouble for Wei Xifeng before.
Qiao Yiran trembled violently, her breathing rapid. She swallowed a few times with difficulty, but because there was little moisture in her mouth, this action only made her throat feel dry and painful.
Large tears welled up in her eyes, making Qiao Yiran's vision less blurry. When she saw the three words "Wei Xifeng" on her phone screen, along with the duration of the call, she felt as if she were facing an abyss, her mind going completely blank.
It turned out that Yu Zaiyan had already called Wei Xifeng, and Wei Xifeng knew all about her ugly and shameful deeds.
Qiao Yiran closed her eyes, an indescribable sense of despair devouring her like a monster, but she dared not hesitate for too long, because she was unsure if Yu Zaiyan would change his mind and take the phone away. So she spoke in a trembling voice, "Wei Xifeng, please, save me..."
Before Qiao Yiran could finish speaking, Yu Zaiyan hung up the phone and then raised his hand to stop the machine.
Yu Zaiyan stared at Qiao Yiran's face for a few seconds, then curled his lip and said, "Really ugly."
Qiao Yiran trembled even more violently. The metal binding her limbs had been removed, but she remained in the same position because she had no strength and could hardly move.
He can no longer utter a single syllable when he speaks.
Wei Xifeng arrived quickly, and his bodyguards carried Qiao Yiran away.
The moment Qiao Yiran saw Wei Xifeng, her taut nerves snapped, and she completely lost consciousness.
Wei Xifeng's gaze fell on the blood bags and platelet bags. He frowned slightly, said nothing, and turned to leave, but was stopped by Yu Zaiyan. "It's been so long since we last met. Aren't you going to say something to me, Fourth Brother?"
"There's nothing to say. She provoked you and paid the price." Wei Xifeng's expression was gloomy, with one hand in his pocket, his posture imposing and upright.
"And you, when did you stop being afraid of hospitals?" Yu Zaiyan looked at him with a smile, his deep purple eyes revealing his understanding.
He knew Wei Xifeng would come, but he didn't expect Wei Xifeng to step into the hospital without changing his expression or showing any discomfort.
Wei Xifeng paused slightly, his handsome face tense.
"Your illness is cured?" Yu Zaiyan narrowed his eyes, his gaze deepening.
Given Wei Xifeng's temperament, no matter what he did to his people, he would fight him.
But now Wei Xifeng is so calm and restrained, showing no signs of becoming agitated or violent.
Either he no longer considers Qiao Yiran his woman, or, well, a woman who is greedy and wants to seduce two brothers—no matter how much he likes her, he can't keep her.
Either his illness has been cured.
Or perhaps both?
Wei Xifeng's Adam's apple bobbed. "Hmm."
"Don't tell me that your illness was cured by Qiao Yiran."
"No." He continued to be as concise as ever.
"Who is that?"
Wei Xifeng pressed his tongue against his cheek, his jawline twitching slightly. "This has nothing to do with you, right? Are you jealous of me because your illness hasn't been cured?"
Yu Zaiyan smiled slightly, his jade-like figure and peerless beauty still captivating, his gaze fixed on Wei Xifeng with a treacherous and unpredictable intensity. "Are you sure you have absolutely nothing to do with me?"
Wei Xifeng unconsciously dodged.
Yu Zaiyan's smile deepened, but his gentle voice sounded damp and cold, as if a snake had coiled around it. "My dear brother, do you know that you're not good at lying at all?"
Wei Xifeng's brows furrowed deeply, and his eyes revealed his frustration and impatience.
Yu Zaiyan saw right through him. "You don't want me to know who this person is, and you don't want me to see her, so you're deeply agitated. Do you think I'm a threat to you? Are you afraid I'll take her from you?"
Wei Xifeng pulled his hand out of his suit trousers, clenched it into a fist, and had never hated his fifth brother, the smartest and most talented among them, so much. "If you want to know so much, then go and find out for yourself. Stop testing me and stop acting crazy with me." With that, he turned and left.
Yu Zaiyan stared intently at Wei Xifeng's retreating figure. His long, silver-white hair was disheveled, and his snow-white face held no smile, appearing cold and sinister like a female ghost.
He didn't lose control when he entered the hospital, and he didn't lose control when he saw Qiao Yiran's miserable state. However, he lost control when he asked the person treating him one more question.
So, who exactly is this person?
Who can cure Wei Xifeng?
There are only stepmothers left in this world.
……
Due to excessive blood loss, it took Qiao Yiran several days to recover. Her face was pale and haggard, her cheeks were sunken, and she looked prematurely aged and miserable. Her limbs were still weak and powerless, and the area where blood was drawn was bruised and swollen on half of her arm, which had not yet subsided.
She would have nightmares at night, and her hair would fall out in clumps. In her dreams, Yu Zaiyan would transform into a giant white snake that would suck her blood, eat her flesh, and wrap her tightly around his scaly body. She could hear the sound of bones cracking and shattering, and her internal organs would be tangled up and decaying.
She also dreamt that she was on Yu Zaiyan's dining table, and Yu Zaiyan dismembered her, piece by piece, as easily as the most skilled butcher slaughtering a pig. He held a knife and fork, elegantly and slowly cutting her into his mouth, then gently swirling the red wine in his glass, taking a sip, leisurely listening to music, and finally wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.
Qiao Yiran hugged herself tightly, trembling and shaking uncontrollably.
The shadow Yu Zaiyan left on him was too great; he was like a gentle knife, yet every cut took a life.
Just as she was calming down a bit, the door was pushed open. Qiao Yiran shrank back in a panic like a frightened bird. When she saw that it was Wei Xifeng, her face turned even paler and her lips began to tremble.
She had been avoiding Wei Xifeng for the past few days, but she knew that what was coming couldn't be avoided.
As expected, Wei Xifeng said coldly and indifferently, "Leave after you recover."
Tears welled up like a dam bursting, and Qiao Yiran shook her head, her voice finally turning into a rattle, "No, no, I haven't paid you back yet."
Wei Xifeng looked at Qiao Yiran with a blank expression. Due to her illness, she seemed to have aged more than five years in just a few days. Her face, which originally resembled her teacher by three points, was now completely gone.
Why did he bring Qiao Yiran back in the first place?
It was indeed related to Qiao Yiran's face, which reminded him of his teacher and made him miss her terribly. Looking at Qiao Yiran's pitiful appearance, he couldn't help but wonder if his teacher's reincarnation was also having a bad time.
Qiao Yiran's obsequious manner, which bore a resemblance to her teacher, caused Wei Xifeng to frown deeply. He felt that this was also a form of offense, desecration, and humiliation towards his teacher.