Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 254 Little Nuan Can Tell_1

Chapter 254: Chapter 254 Little Nuan Can Tell_1

Song Yunuan blinked her eyes and came to a stop at the entrance of the Youth League Committee. She said with a smile, "Little Uncle, we won’t go in."

By this time, Grandmother and Uncle had already returned with Xique.

And Little Uncle was discussing something with Chu Zizhou and Song Liang.

That’s why they were left behind.

Song Yunuan also quietly noticed Little Uncle’s abnormality.

But she pretended as if she could see nothing.

She let Little Uncle go into the house to rest, without any unnecessary chatter, even her talkative older brother tactfully shut his mouth.

Song Yunuan took her older brother and younger brother and left the Youth League Committee, heading in the direction of the Song family home.

Xia Xindong’s fingers trembled slightly as he secretly sighed with relief in his heart.

On the outside, he appeared normal.

It was the result of his utmost control.

Otherwise, he would have had an outburst on the spot.

His expression gentle, he watched the children leave, telling them to go to bed early when they left and promising Little Nuan that he would get up early tomorrow to go with her to the Education Committee to find Director Shang.

After talking with his mother and older brother for a while, he also promised Xique that he would take her out to play the next day.

Afterward, he returned to his own room.

Once inside the room, he locked the door tightly. Moments later, his expression turned sinister and malevolent, with a tumbling ferocity in his eyes.

It was a stark contrast to his demeanor just moments before.

He had lived in a basement since he was five, and by the age of ten, he had often been abused by Shangguan Heng. He had survived to this day having endured all the suffering the world had to offer. He was denied an education, had no friends, and couldn’t walk in the sunlight. The only light he had was the sliver that came through the window.

Thirty years.

How could he possibly be normal?

The very idea was preposterous.

He was sick, not just physically, but also mentally.

The physical issues were manageable; there was always a solution. But the mental ones seemed incurable.

He feared and loathed everything and everyone, yet had to pretend he didn’t care.

He disliked people getting close to him, including his mother, yet he still had to pretend he didn’t care.

Whenever he held Asheng, the voice inside his body roared in madness, but he still pretended it didn’t matter.

Not only did he suffer from social anxiety disorder.

But he also began to develop multiple personalities from the age of six, uncertain of how many. He kept absorbing and splitting until there was only one left at the age of thirteen.

Beyond this, he had many other issues.

After leaving home, he really didn’t care.

But after returning, he became more concerned, which only intensified his pain, and despair was even more prevalent.

Just like now.

He didn’t even have time to do anything.

The pain that tore his soul to the brink swept over him like a tide.

Xia Xindong’s eyes turned bloodshot, and his expression became fierce. A vicious and a cold, mocking demeanor alternated across his face.

He slowly squatted down and grabbed his hair, as if mumbling to himself.

But on closer listening, it was terrifying to discover that there seemed to be two voices.

One was cold and sinister; the other was gentle and deep.

"Do you want to come out and see these beautiful landscapes, experience the feeling of sunlight, taste the delicacies made by my mother? Heh, you might as well wish for it, because I will never let you out."

"Xia Xindong, how can you be like this? Always struggling and deceiving yourself. Recognize your true nature; only I am the most suitable one."

"You are not suitable!"

"What part of me isn’t suitable? Look at you, every day you carry yourself with elegance, composure, and warmth. That’s me. Once I take over, Xia Xindong will be the same on the inside as he is on the outside. One must be consistent inside and out; otherwise, they’re not a good person. No one will like you. When they discover the horrors within you, they will see you as a flood or a savage beast. Do you want to be looked upon with disgust and revulsion?"

A cold laugh echoed, and amidst the chaotic thoughts, Xia Xindong’s sanity seemed to regain some ground.

He suddenly remembered Little Nuan.

He instantly became less anxious and less fierce, speaking leisurely, "Little Nuan is no ordinary child, and the same goes for Abo and Asheng. Even if you replace me, they will see through you at first glance."

"Rest assured, no one will notice. You have no confidence in yourself, but I am full of it."

"Little Nuan will notice."

"Little Nuan will definitely not notice." Pausing, the gentle voice continued in a coaxing tone, "Otherwise, we could give it a try."

"No trials."

"You’re afraid, afraid of being completely replaced."

Xia Xindong stood up, coldly turning on the lightbulb.

The light wasn’t bright and flickered upon being turned on. Xia Xindong shielded his eyes, then removed his hand to sit down at the desk and start reading.

No, more like flipping through the pages.

Meanwhile, Song Yunuan saw the light come on and felt a bit more at ease in her heart, so she dashed toward home.

My goodness, the mosquitoes were so many, nearly biting her to death.

Just now, worried about her little uncle, the three of them had pretended to leave; however, they sneaked back to crouch by the wall of the educated youth spot, craning their necks to peek inside.

They couldn’t hear anything besides the constant chirping of cicadas and the croaking of frogs.

Song Yunuan felt that she couldn’t make out anything and knew her little uncle was seemingly gentle but very perceptive. If he found out that she and her brother, with their little brother in tow, had been spying on him, she and her brother were dead.

So, she ran off in a flash.

Of course, she didn’t forget to pick up her little brother and run off with him.

In Xia Xindong’s room, after putting the book aside, he washed up briefly and started simulating the experimental separation of drug compounds.

He had a special gift to deliver to Xia Bowen, Shangguan Yunqi, and Shangguan Heng.

Thirty years of agonizing torture—how could a simple moral trial suffice?

He wanted to turn Xia Bowen and Shangguan Yunqi into the living dead, to make them the source of sin, to make their children one by one become the living dead as well.

Including that old man Shangguan Heng!

These were not enough to quench the hatred burning in his heart.

So, could he let that thing come out?

Possibly, under the onslaught of familial affection, it would choose to forgive.

This absolutely couldn’t happen.

No forgiveness, never!

Even if it meant bringing ruin to the world!!!

While simulating a certain molecular recombination, Xia Xindong suddenly thought of Little Asheng’s words, and the simulation program came to an abrupt halt.

Little Asheng, oh Little Asheng.

His little nephew.

He wants to live until ninety-nine.

No, he added later: If he could live to one hundred twenty, he would span another century.

Then there was Little Nuan.

So beautiful and bright, if that day ever came when she had to hide in a safe zone, it would surely be painful for a young girl like her, who loved to explore, to indulge in delicious food, and to wear pretty clothes, wouldn’t it?

And Abo, who called him a cursed lonely star, that simple soul, who dreamt of being the mainstay of the family.

And his suffering mother, his simple-minded older brother, his ever-anxious older sister, and Xique, timid yet easily content...

Xia Xindong’s fingers twitched, feeling that thing was about to emerge again. He discarded these thoughts with an expressionless face and focused on the simulation once more.