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Unfortunately, no one could say for sure whether Shui Su was willing to suffer in the mortal realm, but it was true that he was willing to stay and take a beating.
Song Bunan bypassed the family head and went straight to the kitchen, looking for something delicious to bring to Xiao Mei as an apology. However, just as he reached the doorway, he saw Uncle Meng approaching with a smile in his eyes. The moment he spotted Song Bunan, his smile widened, and without saying a word, he gestured with his eyes, indicating that something was happening inside.
Something? He had locked the door so Xiao Mei couldn't get out; could it be that someone had gone in? Song Bunan waited to see the fun and hurriedly rushed to the door, cautiously peeking inside. What met his eyes was a scene of chaos. The table had been kicked aside, cups and tea trays lay scattered on the floor, and fruits rolled everywhere—an orange landed right at his feet.
He picked up the orange and focused on the two people in the middle of the room. One was lying down while a tall, strong figure sat on top of him. The seated person was using his fists to pound the back of the one lying down, each punch cutting through the air with a thud against his back.
It was Song Bunan's first time seeing Shui Su being pinned down like this. He leaned against the doorframe, munching on the orange while taking pictures, already imagining how bloody it must have been when Shui Su walked in and saw Xiao Mei.
However, the person being pinned down showed no intention of fighting back; he obediently lay there and let Xiao Mei attack him. His hands were even placed gently on Xiao Mei's knees, as if afraid that the child would hurt his knees from kneeling too long. Despite usually being clean even after working in deep mountains and forests, his white clothes were now stained and there was a strange color on his legs, as if he had been hit with some fruit.
Song Bunan finally understood Uncle Meng's earlier smile; he figured he must look just as amused. He didn't intervene in their playful fight because for those two, this was a necessary issue to resolve—a fun interaction between a couple—and getting involved would only bring him trouble. Instead, Song Bunan stealthily dragged out a lazy sofa and sat at the door, enjoying snacks while watching the spectacle.
Before long, Uncle Meng appeared beside him with a tray holding boiled eggs and several ice packs, along with some ointment for bruises. They exchanged smiles; Song Bunan took what Uncle Meng had prepared and promised to help them apply medicine after their "battle."
"Our Bunan is the best," Uncle Meng said affectionately as he playfully tapped Song Bunan's nose. "I'll go prepare some food for you two; try not to eat too many snacks."
The projected images had become chaotic; it was unclear what those inside were experiencing. One by one, they moved like parkour athletes, hardly anyone sticking to a straight path. Occasionally, someone carrying a camera would suddenly fall amidst the chaos, plunging into darkness before quickly switching to another scene. Song Bunan noticed a pattern; during these transitions, there was always a faint sense of sadness—after all, it involved human lives.
It seemed as if those transmitting the footage were deliberately avoiding showing him what he most wanted to see; no matter how blurry the images were, that person's face never appeared. With a sigh, Song Bunan shifted his attention back to the scene inside.
Xiao Mei had stopped hitting but remained in position, kneeling atop Shui Su who lay beneath him. He looked smaller somehow, as if he had shrunk away into himself; his face hidden in shadow made it impossible to read his expression. Shui Su remained still beneath him, allowing himself to be pressed down like a dirty white pancake sprawled on the ground.
The scene between them was far more interesting than the current situation. Song Bunan carefully closed the lid on the food, tiptoed into the room, and crouched down beside the two, poking Shui Su's leg to check if he was still alive.
"Of course," the man replied with a strong voice.
After receiving an answer, he turned to poke Xiao Mei, asking if the child had calmed down. This time, there was no response, only a sulky swat of the hand. He leaned down to look at Xiao Mei's face and saw only a tear-streaked visage. The child remained silent, letting tears fall like rain onto Shui Su's back, who seemed aware of it but remained quiet.
Seeing that the child’s eyes were swollen from crying, Song Bunan felt a pang of sympathy and pulled Xiao Mei into his embrace. The child, finding a reason to vent, clung tightly to him and cried heartily as if trying to cry out all the moisture from his body. Shui Su slowly sat up, maintaining his usual calm demeanor, though the pain in his eyes was almost palpable.
It was a pity for Song Bunan, who was comforting his friend. While Xiao Mei cried sorrowfully in his arms, he couldn't help but feel an urge to laugh at the sight of Shui Su’s handsome face marred by bruises. Having known Shui Su for over ten years, he was always elegant and pristine in front of others; even just waking up, he looked flawless. When had he ever had the fortune to see him looking so disheveled?
Not caring that he still had a sobbing child in his arms, Song Bunan raised his phone and snapped a close-up shot of Shui Su, quickly sharing it with Ming Hua. The caption read: "Brother Hua, look! This is our undefeated warrior!"
The reply came swiftly, starting with a meme of someone trying not to laugh, followed by a question about what they had been doing to end up with Shui Su looking like that.
【The couple had a quarrel; Xiao Mei gave him a beating.】Hamster laughed.
【You’re interrupting. Get out of here and stop being a third wheel.】
【Not at all! I’m their glue; I’m in the middle of mediating.】Hamster twirled flowers.
【Good luck…】
He wasn't lying; he was indeed trying to comfort Xiao Mei in his arms. By the time he sent the message to Ming Hua, Xiao Mei's emotions had settled somewhat, still sniffling as he peeked at what he was typing. Throughout it all, he remained silent and didn’t even spare a glance towards Shui Su. Meanwhile, the person who had just taken a beating sat obediently nearby, ignoring the tissues offered to him.
He was truly angry now. Song Bunan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, mourning for Shui Su in his heart. But a good person still had to do the right thing, so he handed his phone to Xiao Mei to shift the focus. He winked at Shui Su, silently asking what was going on.
"I'm not trying to hide anything from you," Shui Su replied, having understood that he could speak now. He explained calmly, "Going there was just a formality to ensure everything was proceeding as planned. It wasn't meant to disrupt what we discussed."
Xiao Mei remained silent, nestled in Song Bunan's arms while poking at the phone. Watching the child furiously type insults directed at Shui Su in the notes app, Song Bunan realized that Xiao Mei wanted an explanation but was too upset to acknowledge it. Determined to be the good guy, he prompted Shui Su to clarify further since both of them had seen him taking someone else's place in that line.
"The person I replaced is named Long Yiming, the last child of the Long Family. His family was killed by the Gu Family over a decade ago. According to fate, he must be involved in this incident, but he is destined to die. I didn't want that, so I used my unique identity to find a way for Long Yiming to participate and die without losing him."
The person typing in his arms heard this and still refused to look up. Shui Su gazed at Xiao Mei and suddenly smiled. He said, "From now on, there will be no more Long Yiming; there will only be Long Mei, a child of the Jiang Family."
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