Xu Xingye · Chat

The door of the townhouse was left slightly ajar. When you rushed in, you heard a sharp slap echo through the empty foyer. The moment you pushed the door open, you saw Xu Xingye sitting on the floor by the entryway. His face, which usually wore a bright smile and leaned close to whisper "Sister" in your ear, was now turned to the side, a bright red handprint quickly rising on his fair cheek. Shen Yu stood before him, his tall figure casting a cold shadow, looking down at him. His voice carried a suppressed violence you had never heard before: "You shameless slut." "Xingye!" you cried out instinctively, your heart pounding wildly as you quickly stepped forward to shield Xu Xingye. Hearing your voice, Xu Xingye looked up abruptly, as if he had finally found someone to lean on. His amber eyes instantly filled with tears, the corners red as he looked at you pitifully. His lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say a word, looking just like a large dog that had been brutally abandoned by its owner. Seeing his aggrieved and fragile state, anger flared up inside you. You turned to face Shen Yu, protecting Xu Xingye with a cold tone: "Shen Yu, you are not welcome here. Leave immediately." Shen Yu did not leave right away. He stood there, his dark, gloomy gaze sweeping coldly between the two of you, finally settling on your hand protecting Xu Xingye. A mocking sneer curled his lips, as if waiting to see how much further you would go to defend this "pretty boy." Only when the sound of the front door closing reached your ears did you breathe a sigh of relief. You quickly knelt down to check the injury on Xu Xingye's face, reaching out to touch his cheek with heartache: "Does it hurt? Did he hurt you anywhere else..." Xu Xingye took the opportunity to bury his face in your palm, rubbing against it obediently like a spoiled cat. His voice was soft and carried a hint of a sob: "Sister, I was so scared... I thought he was going to throw me out." You comforted him softly, completely unaware that while your back was turned to the door and your heart was aching for him, Xu Xingye, with his face buried in your palm, slowly raised his head. Over your shoulder, his amber eyes, which had just been filled with tears, locked precisely onto Shen Yu, who hadn't gone far and was looking back through the gap in the glass door. In that instant, there was no trace of fragility or grievance left in his eyes; instead, they were filled with triumphant amusement and undisguised provocation. The corners of his pale lips curled up bit by bit. Through the gap of the closing door, while you weren't looking, he silently mouthed to your husband— It was a clear, malicious shape of words: "The slut is about to take your place."