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Chapter 107: Gentle Human x Fierce Wolf Beast 19
The atmosphere in the room fell into a dead silence after He Jie’s words landed. Jian Tong’s fair fingers, resting on the blue quilt, quickly clenched.
The pale back of his hand showed faintly raised veins, and the joints of his fingers turned white from the force.
He let out a trembling sound from his throat, “The place I often recall… walk, walk…”
He Jie reached out to support Jian Tong, who had collapsed by the bed, gently patting the young man’s back.
“What did you remember?”
“Your home, school…” His voice carried a subtle hint of guidance, as if leading Jian Tong to recall the cause of his mental anguish.
Jian Tong clenched his slender fingers, “I can’t remember, I can’t remember where home is.”
He couldn’t remember the way home, and he could never return to his home again.
That home filled with countless beautiful memories could only remain a fragment in his twenty-five years of memory, never to become reality again.
Thinking of this, the resentment in Jian Tong’s mind began to surge wildly, causing his heart to thump erratically.
“It hurts, it hurts so much…”
The pain in both places made it impossible for him to sit still, and he could only lean by the bed, quietly gasping for breath.
Now, he finally understood the reason for the lingering resentment of the original host.
—To return home.
This homesick person wanted to go home.
Jian Tong really wanted to curse!
Since entering this mission world, he had never taken the right path once, and he didn’t even want to mention the ten days he got lost in the primitive forest.
Later, he was taken out of the forest by Li Xiao, and since then, he had never left Li Xiao’s side, always sticking together, never thinking of going alone.
Yet, the original host actually wanted to go home!!!
Kao! Are you kidding me! How is a severe directionally-challenged person like him supposed to go home!
Not to mention the five-hundred-year gap between the two timelines, even if Jian Tong were still in the 21st century, he wouldn’t be able to find his way home on his own.
Although he didn’t want to admit it, the original host’s directional challenges were indeed that severe—once he left home, he might never find his way back.
Jian Tong stared bitterly at the ground, truly feeling that being directionally challenged could kill a person.
“…” He was really tired.
If Jian Tong hadn’t recalled that memory, the original host’s resentment wouldn’t have suddenly erupted, and naturally, he wouldn’t be suffering from such pain now.
He Jie, looking at his despondent state, worriedly tapped the communicator in his sleeve. After a few taps, he sent out Jian Tong’s current condition.
Upon receiving He Jie’s message, Li Xiao couldn’t sit still anymore. Originally, he had planned to rescue Jian Tong through gentle means before dealing with the annoying rival.
But now that his wife was so ill, what was the point of waiting around?
“Bring the guys, grab your weapons, and follow me.”
He pulled out his gun, strode forward, and didn’t forget to send a message to He Jie to stabilize the situation.
He Jie, upon receiving the reply: …
Whose wife is this anyway? How am I supposed to handle this situation for you?
He looked helplessly at Jian Tong, unsure of where to place his hands.
“You… I’ll go get you some painkillers.”
He Jie quickly rummaged through his medical kit, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead.
Jian Tong, with a grim expression, leaned by the bed. His restrained ankles trembled slightly, causing the silver chains to jingle, adding an ambiguous atmosphere to the room.
He pressed against his rapidly beating chest, trying to calm his emotions when he heard the door being pushed open, immediately losing control of the surging resentment.
“Cough…” A streak of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his lips, adding a touch of color to his pale lips.
Jin Sui’s eyes widened in horror, “Jian Tong, I’ll take you to the hospital right now.”
He reached out to lift the young man by the bed, only to be firmly rejected by the frail youth.
“Get out!” Jian Tong was so angry he could die.
Was Jin Sui trying to provoke him to death so he could inherit his estate?
He Jie and Jin Sui both looked at Jian Tong, momentarily stunned upon seeing his tearful, angry face, their breaths faltering for a moment.
Jin Sui asked with a heavy breath, “What do you really want?” Ever since he had abducted Jian Tong, he hadn’t forced him to do anything, so why did the other person despise him so much, even finding it annoying to look at him?
Jian Tong clutched the quilt and said coldly, “You leave, I don’t want to see you.”
He had just been trying to calm his resentment when this guy barged in and disrupted his rhythm, causing the resentment to persist.
Jin Sui’s hand tightened slightly, “Jian Tong—”
He Jie, seeing the situation worsening, quickly stepped in, “Mr. Jin, the patient is physically and mentally traumatized, and his words may not be appropriate. Please be more understanding.”
Jin Sui’s anger dissipated upon seeing the blood at the corner of Jian Tong’s lips, replaced entirely by heartache. He said softly, “I didn’t mean to be harsh…”
“But what exactly do you want?”
For the past three days, he had racked his brains trying to please Jian Tong, but couldn’t get a single favorable reaction from him, either being scolded or driven away.
Jian Tong was like a stone that couldn’t be warmed.
Jian Tong slightly raised his eyes, “What do I want? You kidnapped me and now you’re asking me what I want!”
He had been peacefully taking a nap when Jin Sui abducted him and imprisoned him here. Just thinking about it made his already aching heart hurt even more.
If it weren’t for the fact that this body had no martial arts skills and was being tormented by resentment to the point of being unable to get up, he would have already beaten Jin Sui to a pulp.
Jin Sui was left speechless by his words.
“…” He Jie, caught in the middle, felt extremely awkward.
He sighed and said, “Mr. Jin, the patient wants to go home.”
Jin Sui turned to stare at him, “Go home?!”
He Jie nodded, “Yes, you should know the saying that the heart’s ailment requires the heart’s remedy.”
Jin Sui’s hands, hanging by his sides, clenched again, and a sour, painful feeling began to well up in his heart.
He didn’t want to let Jian Tong go home.
From the moment he curiously went to the marriage bureau to see Li Xiao’s beloved, he had taken a liking to Jian Tong. Later, when he saw Jian Tong venting his anger with Ning Si and heard his words on the desolate mountain, the hidden affection in his heart turned into tangible feelings.
It was then that he realized he had fallen for Jian Tong, the partner of his rival.
So, after planning for half a month, he took the risk to snatch Jian Tong from Li Xiao’s side, just to keep this person by his side forever.
But He Jie told him that Jian Tong wanted to go home, back to the home he shared with Li Xiao.
Jin Sui could barely contain the darkness in his heart but tried his best to restrain himself.
“Jian Tong, do you want to go home?”
He asked a question to which he already knew the answer, like a male beast who had failed in courtship, trying to gain the pity of the desired female.
Jian Tong, tormented by the pain in his heart and brain, could barely hear Jin Sui’s words, only lifting his tear-filled eyes to look at him.
“Go, go home?”
Jin Sui’s heart skipped a beat, and he said to the frail Jian Tong, “I’ll take you home, and I’ll stay far away from you in the future.”
“Please don’t be sad anymore.”
He thought Jian Tong’s sorrow was because he had abducted him from the Jinxiao Villa and imprisoned him, not knowing the real reason behind it.
Jian Tong: d(д)
“!!!” He Jie widened his eyes at Jin Sui, wondering what this cunning tiger beast was up to.
Just as the three were immersed in their own worlds, the furious Li Xiao arrived.
Upon finding Jian Tong, he was slightly surprised to see the silent trio, but the sight of the blood at Jian Tong’s lips broke the room’s calm.
“Tong Tong, I’ll take you away.”
Jian Tong looked at him wearily, “Go home…”
Li Xiao violently broke the silver chain on Jian Tong’s ankle, holding him in his arms like a greedy wolf king clutching his loyal mate.
“Let’s go home.”
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