A Supernatural Live Stream: The Real Young Master is Trending Again - Chapter 3

Inside the Ji Family Manor

“Mom… Mother.”

The woman stopped in her tracks. She turned around, clad in a crimson gown—clearly having just returned from a banquet. Adorned in magnificent jewels, her beautiful face was a mask of coldness and detachment.

After realizing who was calling her, Ji Mengxue paused and spoke unhurriedly: “What is it?”

Shi Jingning was stunned, his head dropping instinctively. Seeing his state, Ji Mengxue’s expression remained indifferent. “Don’t come looking for me if it’s nothing important.”

Shi Jingning’s lips moved slightly, but just as he was about to speak, an anxious female voice interrupted.

“Ms. Ji, the mistress of the Jiang family has arrived.”

Ji Mengxue frowned. “Fine, I’m coming.”

Ignoring the pale-faced Shi Jingning, Ji Mengxue brushed past him without a single word of concern. It wasn’t until her footsteps faded into the distance that Shi Jingning snapped out of his daze.

He dragged his heavy steps through the empty manor, but his ears were filled with that person’s voice:

‘Little softie, why are you being bullied again? Where are the adults in your family?’

‘No one can save you forever. You have to learn to fight back.’

‘My dream? Hmm… probably to travel the world with my mom after achieving financial freedom, and maybe raise a few fluffy kittens.’

The person in his memory turned back, pulling him from a cold warehouse into the warm sunlight: ‘And we’ll take our little softie with us.’

That gentle voice gradually blurred, becoming exceptionally cold:

“I am Si Ye, your brother.”

“I am Si Ye, your father’s child.”

“Shi Jingning, you’ve grown up.”

A gust of cold wind blew, snapping Shi Jingning into clarity. He realized he had unconsciously wandered onto the roof of the manor. The night wind was bone-chilling.

The sound of a single teardrop hitting the floor echoed on the empty roof. Shi Jingning froze as tears began to blur his vision. The delayed, heart-wrenching pain radiated from his chest, threatening to drive him insane.

He wanted to dispel that childhood memory, but it had long since taken root in his heart like an opiate—unshakeable and eternal.

Si Ye.

Si Ye.

Why was it you?

Why did you have to be my brother? Why?

Goaded and coerced by others, he had acted on a momentary, hot-headed impulse. By the time he came to his senses, it was irreversible.

He was a coward. Just as he hadn’t had the courage to face the situation when Wan Xuyan took that photo and chose to hurt the other party instead, he had once again chosen to betray someone for his own sake.

“Brother… I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Brother. Brother, I was wrong. Brother…”

Like a child, Shi Jingning bent over in agony, curling into himself. His weeping grew louder until his throat tasted of iron.

“I just didn’t want to lose my family. I didn’t want to go back to that old life. I’m sorry, Brother…”

But I regret it…

Brother…

Guilt and a lingering fear coiled around him like underwater weeds, suffocating and agonizing, nearly dealing him a lethal blow. But he would live the rest of his life with endless regret, carrying that sinful sentiment in his heart.

The night wind was icy. Suddenly, a rush of air moved, and a faint, cold fragrance wafted toward him. Shi Jingning’s fingertips trembled as he stiffly raised his head.

The hem of a black robe entered his vision. Jet-black hair danced in the wind, and the starlight flowing within those violet-blue eyes seemed to merge with the night sky.

Si Ye’s “peach blossom” eyes curved slightly, a playful smirk touching his lips as he smiled.

“Long time no see, Shi Jingning.”

“Si Ye… Brother…”

Shi Jingning froze. A massive wave of emotion crashed into his brain; tears spilled from his eyes as a blood-red mist clouded his light brown gaze. He thought he was hallucinating.

In the next instant, the world flipped upside down. The sharp pain from his palm snapped him back to reality.

“AAAAAAAH—!”

His palm, nailed to the ground, bled profusely. Shi Jingning wailed in a total breakdown. He looked at Si Ye beside him, his lips moving as if trying to force words out.

A sudden sharp pain struck his throat. A long black blade pierced through his neck, and blood erupted, pooling beneath him. The intense pain caused Shi Jingning’s vision to go white; bloody tears seeped from the corners of his eyes.

He remained stubbornly focused on the person before him. He forced his mangled hand through the blade, desperately trying to touch the person in front of him. But in the end, he caught nothing.

As his consciousness ebbed, tears had long since blurred his sight. His light brown pupils turned blood-red, with no white left in his eyes.

A flash of surprise crossed Si Ye’s gaze, but he quickly calmed down. He flicked his fingers, and golden silk threads merged into Shi Jingning’s eyes, causing the anomaly to vanish.

“Bro… Brother… it hurts…”

“Brother, I’m sorry…”

Broken sounds spilled from his throat, each breath bringing up a spray of blood.

“Bro… Brother, it hurts so much…”

“Si Ye, it hurts… Save…”

Si Ye looked down and chuckled softly. Watching the boy groaning in agony on the ground, his gaze remained as calm as still water.

“Shi Jingning, I am not your brother.”

His voice was scattered by the night wind.

After a long while, the person on the ground completely lost consciousness, his wrist hitting the floor limply.

“BROTHER!!!”

Shi Jingning bolted upright from the floor. He instinctively looked down at his hands—they were perfectly intact. However, waves of phantom pain radiated from his neck.

The night wind brushed his cheek. Everything that just happened felt like it had never occurred. Shi Jingning looked at the star-filled sky in a daze.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of something shimmering in his peripheral vision. He turned his head, and his pupils constricted.

On the ground, a black spike was emitting a faint, cold light.

Si Ye navigated through the crowds to the tallest building in the city center. Stepping onto the top ledge, he faced the howling wind and looked down calmly.

He turned around and, as if entering a dream, leaned back and let himself fall.

As the wind shrieked past his ears, Si Ye slowly closed his eyes. His body plummeted like a kite with a severed string.

A second before hitting the ground, his waist was suddenly wrapped tight by several tentacles that seemed to reach out from the void. With a blur of motion, he was whisked into the air and landed steadily back on the roof of the skyscraper.

Two strong, powerful arms held him firmly in a trembling embrace. The jet-black goat horns on the man’s head seemed so frightened they had turned pale in patches.

Si Ye opened his eyes. A hint of a smile flickered in his gaze, radiating a tender affection he hadn’t even noticed himself.

“You know I wouldn’t die.”

The tall body was abnormally cold. Veins popped on the man’s hands as he gripped the youth’s waist tightly.

“It will hurt… Don’t do that…”

The man’s breathing was heavy, his voice raspy and trembling—he was clearly terrified.

Si Ye raised his arms and cupped the man’s face. Lingering fear and terror flowed in those blood-red eyes; the handsome face was covered in tears.

Si Ye froze for a moment. He reached up to touch the horns on the man’s head, pulled him down, and initiated a kiss on the cold, thin lips.

After only a few seconds, the man quickly reclaimed the initiative.

Their breaths intertwined, the atmosphere growing heavy with ambiguity as the man’s arms tightened. He seemed drunk on the moment and wanted to continue, but Si Ye suddenly pushed him away.

Seeing the man’s expression turn instantly aggrieved, Si Ye sneered. “Rocheville, where is my ring?”

Hearing the word “ring,” Rocheville’s expression stiffened. He lowered his eyes, looking as pitiful as an abandoned puppy. “Do you still want me…?”

Si Ye narrowed his eyes. Wriggling out of the man’s embrace, he said coldly, “I don’t want you anymore.”

He turned to leave, but was instantly pulled back into the man’s arms.

A cold sensation touched his ring finger. A ruby ring, deep red like blood, was placed onto his finger with extreme tenderness by Rocheville.

Rocheville bowed his head, took the youth’s hand, and naturally interlaced their fingers. The ruby on Si Ye’s hand and the violet gem on the man’s hand complemented each other brilliantly.

Rocheville held the slender wrist to his lips, nuzzling it with deep attachment before placing a reverent kiss on the back of his hand. His eyes wavered as he tried to say something.

“Where’s Qiuqiu?” Si Ye pulled his hand away.

Rocheville’s expression blanked for a second. A flash of grievance crossed his eyes as his eyelids drooped slightly.

A tiny jet-black kitten suddenly appeared, leaping into Si Ye’s arms and meowing incessantly. The kitten’s ruby-like eyes sparkled in the night. It buried its fluffy head in Si Ye’s chest, purring and “making biscuits” frantically.

In a better mood, Si Ye lifted the kitten and kissed it a few times. The fluffy texture was truly delightful, and his annoyance vanished instantly.

He stood up from Rocheville’s lap, holding the kitten as he prepared to walk downstairs. Suddenly remembering something, Si Ye looked back. His beautiful eyes were full of mischief as he rubbed the kitten’s head.

“You’re not planning on making me and Si Qiuqiu sleep on the streets, are you, Luo-meow…?”

The corners of the youth’s mouth curled into a subtle arc. He trailed off the last word with a soft, lingering tone that felt like a feather brushing against the listener’s heart—itchy and numbing.

Rocheville’s throat bobbed. He stood up and followed Si Ye’s lead.