A Supernatural Live Stream: The Real Young Master is Trending Again - Chapter 11

The city center at night was exceptionally lively; through the glass, one could see the city’s brilliant lights.

On the living room bookshelf, a black spike had been carefully placed. Shi Jingning paced around it before sitting down by the floor-to-ceiling window.

What happened that day was not fake.

Si Ye was alive.

His brother was alive, but…

Shi Jingning curled up by the window, his gaze drifting over his phone at the dozen missed calls from his mother. His fingers were tightly interlaced, his expression filled with anxiety and unease.

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

He didn’t know how things had developed to this point.

Did Si Ye hate him?

He thought so. Si Ye must hate him. He had usurped the other’s identity for so many years, enjoying everything that should have belonged to him. Even… even…

Thinking of the things Ji Mengxue had done to Si Ye, Shi Jingning doubled over in pain. What do I do?

He didn’t dare let the truth be known to Ji Mengxue. If she found out, with her personality, she would kill him. Having witnessed the car accident orchestrated against Si Ye, he had truly recognized the nature of his “mother” for the first time.

Cold, tyrannical, and paranoid.

If she knew the truth, he didn’t even have to guess how he would die. Furthermore, for all these years, that woman had almost no deep affection for him. Even his “brother” Shi Nian was cold toward him, and Shi Hai already knew the truth.

What do I do?

Shi Jingning bit his lip. His gaze involuntarily landed on that black spike. He trembled, his eyes a whirlpool of conflicting emotions.

Si Ye was alive. How exactly did he survive?

He was too familiar with Si Ye; every movement and tone of voice was unmistakable. He was certain it was Si Ye.

But those inhuman eyes… and the eerie events of that night.

What happened?

Why?

His phone suddenly rang, making him jump. Once he saw the caller ID, the fear in his eyes was replaced by anger.

“Wan Xuyan! What the hell do you want now?!”

The person on the other end was clearly stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

“Shi Jingning, why are you so angry? Shouldn’t you be thanking me right now? I’m so hurt~”

The mocking laughter seemed to pierce through the screen and his eardrums. Shi Jingning’s eyes were full of pain. He scratched his hair irritably and snarled: “You’ve had f***ing enough!”

The laughter didn’t stop; the man on the other end even laughed until he ran out of breath.

Shi Jingning grew angrier until the voice on the other end said leisurely: “How does it feel? Personally killing the person you liked… killing the one who saved you back then?”

The man’s drawn-out tone carried a malicious grin and blatant mockery. It was a gentle voice, yet it was sharp and ear-piercing.

Shi Jingning’s expression went blank for a second. An unspeakable emotion flooded his body, and his brain buzzed.

The person on the other end dropped one last line: “Well, knowing you’re doing poorly makes me happy. Goodnight, baby Ning. Oh, wait—Little Softie, hahahaha.”

With a final sneer, the call disconnected.

Shi Jingning sat there stunned. After a long while, he bent down and buried his face in his knees, his knuckles white from gripping the phone. Pained sounds escaped his throat uncontrollably.

On the other side, having just hung up the phone, Wan Xuyan hummed a little tune as he got out of his car.

He pushed open the front door. His gaze brushed past a couple acting intimately on the sofa, and he walked straight upstairs. The woman nestling beside the man saw him and stood up quickly.

“Xiao Yan, what would you like for dinner? Auntie will make it for you.”

Wan Xuyan’s lips quirked into a cynical, shallow smile. “Just serve the old man well and stay out of my business.”

Without looking back, he headed upstairs. The woman was clearly stunned.

The man beside her frowned and pulled her back to his side. “Why bother with him?”

The woman looked dejected. “Xiao Yan’s mother left so early; I want to fulfill my responsibility.”

The man let out a cold laugh. “He’s the most heartless of them all.”

“Don’t talk about the child like that. Xiao Yan is out talking business every day; it’s exhausting. As his father, you should show more concern.”

“Fine, fine. Whatever my wife says goes.”

“Oh, you.”

Wan Xuyan shut the noise out behind his door. The smile on his face gradually vanished.

He tossed his phone onto the bed and stripped off his outer clothes. The room was dark, as he hadn’t turned on the lights. He let out an irritable breath and walked to a locked cabinet by the bed, entering the passcode.

Inside was a torn photo. A beautiful woman smiled like a flower, looking down at the child in her arms. Wan Xuyan’s lips curled into a faint arc, his eyes shimmering with happiness. After stroking the photo for a long time, he returned it to the safe.

He turned on the computer on the desk and skillfully opened a folder. Countless photos came into view.

He looked at the photos of Ji Mengxue and Shi Hai, still looking young and surrounded by people like stars around the moon. Under the camera flashes, the woman was held by the man beside her. One was magnificent, the other looked almost too young to have an age. They entered the banquet together.

“The most successful female entrepreneur,” “group helmsman,” “heiress with the protagonist script,” “the only true love in high society,” “a match made in heaven”—countless halos surrounded them.

No one saw the blood behind them, or the rot and filth underneath.

Wan Xuyan slowly formed a smile. In his pitch-black pupils, hidden deep within, was a hatred and malice carved into his very marrow.

As if whispering to himself, he spoke to the air: “Mama, do you see?”

I will make them fall into hell.

I will use their pain and flesh to mourn for you, and for those innocents.

Glancing at a specific photo in his favorites folder, Wan Xuyan smiled sweetly. But that smile was part mockery, part tragedy.

The air in the room was thick with intimacy, and cold body temperatures gradually rose.

“Bastard.” Si Ye’s eyes were hazy. He raised a leg and tried feebly to kick the man on top of him, but his ankle was caught. The man, looking intoxicated, placed a kiss on his calf.

“I am a bastard. A bastard who belongs only to my wife.” Rocheville leaned down and kissed Si Ye’s neck, his blood-red eyes making no secret of his burning desire. “Wife, I love you.”

Si Ye shivered all over, trying to push the other’s hand away. In the next instant, he was held even tighter…

“Rocheville! Are you a dog?!”

Rocheville didn’t answer. He just looked at him with burning eyes and whispered into his ear: “Woof…”

“I am Wife’s exclusive puppy. I am whatever Wife says I am,” Rocheville whispered, endless emotion churning in his eyes.

Si Ye: “…”

When it finally ended, Si Ye lay groggily in Rocheville’s arms, his hair damp with sweat and matted against his forehead. Outside, the dawn was beginning to break.

Their fingers were tightly interlaced, the two gemstones reflecting each other’s brilliance. Rocheville reached out with his other hand to brush away Si Ye’s hair. In the dim light, the youth huddled tiredly in his embrace.

His violet eyes were half-closed, and his body was covered in marks of affection. He was so beautiful it was impossible to look away. Rocheville’s gaze darkened; his throat bobbed. Unable to help himself, he leaned in for another kiss.

Si Ye gave a soft whimper, his mind a total blur.

“I’m tired…”

“I love you…”