Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat! -
Chapter 480
Chapter 480: 480
"At that time, I was covered in wounds, did you know? I was stitched up with eighty-five stitches at the hospital, did you know? All of these were done by the men your so-called dear eldest son, Jun Wuyang, had sent to attack me."
"I was only ten years old then, cornered in an alley by a group of thugs, can you understand the helplessness and fear I felt then?"
"If it weren’t for Shangguan Yu and his father, I would have been killed by them long ago."
"You speak of conscience to me using someone who doesn’t even have a heart? Let me tell you, even if Jun Wuyang died eight hundred times, it would not suffice for the sins he committed."
"He should be grateful, if it weren’t for grandfather and my second brother, that first time he pushed me into the water I would have stabbed him. Would he still be alive now?"
"I..." Jun Qing was stunned, he had never known that Jun Wuyang, being so young, dared to do such things to Jun Moyan.
"...you never told me any of this before, why didn’t you tell me?!"
"Heh..." Jun Moyan laughed. He looked out the window, the rapidly passing scenery making his expression somewhat distant.
In front of him, an image of Wen Xiao’ai with her face full of smiles faintly appeared.
Jun Moyan’s cold gaze softened slightly.
He has Xiaoguai, he is no weaker than anyone else.
"Don’t you think what you’re saying is ridiculous? A man who couldn’t even protect my mother, and you expect him to protect me?"
"..."
"I don’t need any of your sympathy or pity. I’m telling you all this not to evoke your pity, I just want you to know that Jun Wuyang, even if he doesn’t die in Shangguan Yu’s military camp, I will kill him with my own hands."
"So you want to help Shangguan Yu all the way, is that it?"
"Don’t say this has nothing to do with him, even if it was me who had Shangguan kill Jun Wuyang, no one can touch the person I want to protect."
"Fine, since you’ve put it that way, then just watch and see if I can touch him," came the voice of Jun Qing, his voice gritted with determination.
He hung up after dropping that line.
Bowing his head, looking at the string of numbers, Jun Qing couldn’t quite describe his feelings.
Perhaps it’s because he never saw Jun Moyan hurt with his own eyes, or maybe it’s because Jun Moyan had spoken about those events too casually just now, or perhaps it’s because everything Jun Moyan suffered was in the past, so Jun Qing couldn’t truly feel the injuries he suffered.
The death of Jun Wuyang had hit him too hard; he couldn’t bring himself to strike at Jun Moyan, obviously he couldn’t actually touch him either. His heart was so choked up it was about to explode, looking for an outlet for his emotions, and perhaps also because of his harsh words earlier to Shangguan Qingmu, saying if something happened to Jun Wuyang in the military camp, there would be no end with the Shangguan Family.
That’s why he now eagerly wanted to take revenge on the Shangguan Family.
Jun Moyan, holding his phone, looked out the window once more, suddenly missing Wen Xiao’ai terribly.
He wanted to see her smile, hear her voice, watch her act coquettishly, see her angry, watch her create a fuss, and hear her call his name.
The first time they were apart for a few hours, and he missed her this much.
All talk of not caring, not needing others’ care, that was all lies.
Oftentimes, the people who say they don’t need it are the ones who need others’ care the most.
Jun Moyan picked up his phone, turned it on, and opened his photo album.
Among those thousands of encrypted mechanical drawings, there was a photo of Wen Xiao’ai.
It was taken earlier this morning when Wen Xiao’ai was still asleep.
In the photo, Wen Xiao’ai was sleeping with her eyes closed, lying on her side, drool on her lips, her hands neatly placed, sleeping soundly.
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