" Song Yanqing! What are you doing?! Put the knife down!"
Inside the underground closed training ground of the Songhui Aristocratic Family, Song Yanqing, dressed in close-fitting clothes, held a sharp dagger against his carotid artery. His upturned eyes were slightly lowered, and the cold, fierce, and resentful aura was almost tangible.
He completely ignored the several groups of the Song Family surrounding him, some panicked, some terrified, and some trying to stop him. He simply stared coldly at the elderly man in a Zhongshan suit who couldn't hide his anger and exuded an imposing aura.
This man was the first person in charge of the Songhui Aristocratic Family, Song Yanqing's great-grandfather, an old man who was over a hundred years old but still refused to relinquish power, insisting on holding onto most of the power in the Songhui Aristocratic Family, and attempting to control the lives and marriages of his descendants.
"Let me go!"
Song Yanqing was not a short-tempered or extreme person, but during the more than one month he spent in the underground closed training ground, he did nothing but train and take various assessments every day.
If you fail the test, you'll get a beating with whips. He can't even remember how many whip marks are branded on his back.
He couldn't even remember how many times Old Deng had made things difficult for him. While everyone else's training intensity was so low, he had to pay the price of half his life.
While others could easily leave this awful place within a month, he had to continue training again and again, with each assessment becoming increasingly difficult.
He knew perfectly well that he had stumbled into a den of thieves and was being targeted. In order to get out alive, he spent every day thinking of ways to scout out the terrain and find an entrance...
All his efforts were in vain; the paths he walked each day, and the things he glanced at twice, were always replaced the next day.
His route was different every day; it was as if he lived in a maze from which he could never escape.
He wrote down the time he arrived at the room on the wall. From the first day to the forty-sixth day, his longing for Shang Shujue grew stronger day by day.
Today, on the forty-seventh day, he participated in the comprehensive assessment again and passed it. He only asked to see his phone to know if A-Jue had missed him.
As a result, he was deemed to have failed the assessment. Then, this old man suddenly appeared, shouting that he was unfilial and a disgrace to the Song Family.
They told him he had to marry a woman he'd never met and have her child before they'd let him leave this hellhole; otherwise, he'd have to stay here for the rest of his life.
At this point, Song Yanqing finally understood that the old man had sent him and the other young Song Family here to prevent him from getting along with Shang Shujue.
She wanted to wear him down by expending his energy and eroding his willpower every day, so that he would forget about Shang Shujue and become the normal person he believed he was, someone who liked women.
Today marks the forty-seventh day since Song Yanqing left Shang Shujue. For a full forty-seven days, he hasn't even seen a single photo of Shang Shujue.
He wakes up every day to the smell of blood, and he's almost forgotten what Shang Shujue smells like—is it the rich fragrance of flowers, or the refreshing sweetness of grass...? He's almost forgotten.
"Do you think that by threatening me like this, I'll let you off the hook, you scum who's ruined the Song Family's reputation?! Men shouldn't be together! You're still so stubborn!"
Old Deng sat steadily in his seat, looking directly at Song Yanqing. Even though his fingers were white from gripping his fists so tightly, he still had the air of a patriarch lecturing a younger generation.
"Let me go!!"
Song Yanqing's tone became heavier, his voice extremely hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. As he finished speaking, the dagger moved a few inches closer, piercing the skin and drawing blood that stained the dagger red.
"Young Master! Don't be impulsive! Ancestor, please don't provoke him anymore. If he wants to go out, let him go. I think that young master from the Shang Family is quite..."
The elderly people who followed Song Laodeng had almost all watched Song Yanqing grow up, and he treated him as his own son.
From childhood to adulthood, he was the most sensible and likable, but also the least favored by the ancestor... The ancestor didn't love him, but he loved him dearly, his heart ached for him to the core.
Seeing the blood on Song Yanqing's neck, he couldn't help but think of the suffering he had endured here, and a sense of resentment arose in his heart. For the first time, he dared to disobey his master.
" Song Lin! You dare to defy me? Do you think I'm too old to control you old fogies?!"
Old Song glared at him, his words carrying a clear threat. Song Lin realized what he had done and immediately knelt at his feet.
"Master, this servant dares not."
In this new era, there is still a distinction between master and slave. Looking at all this, Song Yanqing didn't know whether he had gone mad or the world had gone mad.
Let me go!!!
"Oh my god! Young master! Don't be impulsive!"
"Ah—where's the doctor! Quickly, call the doctor over!"
He suddenly let out a cold laugh, his eyes bloodshot as he slashed a gash across his wrist artery. Blood gushed out instantly, but ignoring the pain, he pressed the wrist against his neck again, terrifying those around him.
" Song Yanqing! You unfilial son! How dare you threaten me like this! What is so good about that Shang Shujue that makes you do such a thing for him—"
Old Song was furious. He slammed his fist on the table and stood up. His hoarse voice was mixed with worry and obvious anger, but more likely, he was confused.
He had successfully won Song Hengzhe back in the same way last time, and ever since then, he had kept his distance from any man or his foolish actions.
Although he is still unmarried, his achievements in the medical field are commendable, and dedicating his energy to the country is a significant matter.
But why didn't it work on Song Yanqing? What kind of bewitching drug did Shang Shujue give Song Yanqing? Why can the men of the Shang Family always make the men of the Song Family fall for them?
Last time it was Shang Shunan, the heir to a Shang Family empire, and this time it's another Shang Family. He's a disgraced, shameless scumbag who seduces men. What exactly does Song Yanqing like about him?!
"Let me go--"
Song Yanqing was pale from excessive blood loss, but his eyes remained cold and persistent, the obsession in his eyes almost coalescing into a blazing fire, threatening to burn Song Laodeng to ashes.
Old Song was stunned. He suddenly remembered that when he had corrected Song Hengzhe in the same way before, his eyes had looked the same—hate and resentment coexisting, yet he was also wary that Song Hengzhe would harm Shang Shunan, so he compromised...
" Song Yanqing! Put down the knife! Otherwise, I can't guarantee that the Shang Family will still exist after we leave this world today—"
When Song Hengzhe helped his grandfather rush to the scene, he heard these words—the same rhetoric, the same tactics—and he felt intense hatred.
"You're asking for it! I'll kill you!"
Originally as still as stagnant water, Song Yanqing suddenly became like boiling water after hearing Song Laodeng's threat, his eyes flashing fiercely as he rushed towards Song Laodeng.
His eyes were filled with a clear killing intent; he genuinely wanted to kill Song Laodeng, and he wasn't joking!
" Song Yanqing — Shang Shujue is calling you! Stop it right now—"
Song Hengzhe was startled by Song Yanqing's sudden outburst. He disregarded his grandfather beside him and quickly called Shang Shujue, speaking rapidly before the call even connected.
Song Yanqing's dagger miraculously hovered five centimeters in front of Song Laodeng's forehead. Song Laodeng's eyes widened in fright. The others finally realized what had happened in the blink of an eye and rushed forward to snatch the dagger!
"Hmph--" Old Song finally realized what had just happened, and took a step back in horror. He was helped to sit down by Song Lin, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and he was extremely frightened.
The dagger in Song Yanqing's hand was taken away, and he was also tied to a chair. The phone call had already been connected, so Song Hengzhe didn't bother to ask the others to loosen the ties.