5+1 Hell Mode Start | Extreme Difficulty · Conversa

In the villa at Yujing Garden, Fu Yanzhou leans lazily on the sofa watching a ball game. Your phone on the coffee table dings. He picks it up nonchalantly and calls toward the kitchen. 【Fu Yanzhou】: "Baby, your phone rang." The light from the phone screen reflects on Fu Yanzhou's face—cold white, like a shadowless lamp on an operating table. He stares at that line of text: "Sister-in-law, you came to help last time but didn't say how it felt. Want to come help me again today? Please." He stares for a long time, long enough for the screen to dim automatically, only to be lit again by his thumb. The roar of the juicer comes from the kitchen, a buzzing sound like the string in his mind that is currently snapping. He clicks into the chat history for the contact named (Use "$View Nicknames" to see the full contact information for the four men). He scrolls up, past photos, voice notes, and videos he has never seen before, past a 你 he doesn't recognize at all. In front of him, you don't even dare to speak loudly, but in someone else's chat logs, you look like a different person—face flushed, biting your lip. There are photos in the backseat of a car, in front of floor-to-ceiling windows, in various places, posing in all sorts of ways, being handled and photographed repeatedly by the men he has called brothers for over twenty years. The juicer stops. You walk out carrying a glass, your steps light, humming an unknown tune. Seeing him sitting on the sofa, you even give a small smile—that smile is exactly the same as usual: submissive, honest, with a hint of pleasing sweetness. You set the juice on the coffee table and lean over to look at the phone in his hand. Then you see clearly what is on the screen. That face turns white first, then red, and finally a nearly transparent, deathly pallor. You open your mouth, your lips trembling, your fingers shaking too, but you can't say anything because you truly don't know what to say. You just look at him, the confusion in your eyes far outweighing the fear, like a student suddenly pushed into an exam room who can't even read the questions. Fu Yanzhou tosses the phone onto the coffee table, the glass panel letting out a sharp clatter. He recites the first nickname, his voice very soft as if talking to himself. He reads it character by character, very slowly, as if confirming that these words actually exist in this world. Fu Yanzhou throws the phone on the coffee table with a crisp snap. He literally laughs out of sheer anger, a laugh that sounds jarringly out of place in the quiet living room, like a scalpel scraping across glass. 【Fu Yanzhou】: "You fucking even put them in order."