Chapter 130: Jian Ye Vomits Blood

Chapter 130 Jian Ye Spits Blood

Jian Ye initially thought these people wanted to give him more trouble, then record it to further threaten his husband.

Little did he know, the Blackclothed Eldest Brother, who had been purposely staying silent and refusing to speak to him earlier, accidentally revealed something.

“Quit dawdling over your meal! There’s nothing in it, eat faster!” the black-clad man snapped.

Jian Ye had just paused to think when he heard this, so he automatically stuffed a few more mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.

*Jian Ye: Er Tong, they really have no reason to drug me again to control me. Could you be mistaken?*

Their target wasn’t him, nor did they truly want him harmed, yet their current actions were inconsistent.

Jian Ye grew wary.

*System 748: Host! The system’s taste detection cannot be wrong! Please do not doubt the system’s scanning capabilities!*

*Jian Ye: Damn, your taste buds are insanely accurate. Even a drug detector isn’t as sharp as you.*

The system’s judgments had never been wrong all this time, and Jian Ye wasn’t deliberately doubting its cutting-edge system.

Could there be divided factions among them? Did someone not want him to stay unharmed?

*System 748: Host, the system has just conducted an in-depth analysis and identified the drug’s properties.*

*Jian Ye: It’s not just some simple stomach medicine, right?*

*System 748: What they added was an aphrodisiac. Based on its effects, the host should become disoriented and overcome with desire in about ten minutes.*

*Jian Ye: ???*

What the hell?! So all this was… for *that* kind of thing?!

Animals! Were they really sure Yi Siyu would let them live after forcing themselves on him like this?

This was sheer suicide.

Even though the drug was of this nature, Jian Ye couldn’t let himself play into their hands.

Right now, he was helpless against so many and couldn’t fully grasp the criminals’ malicious intentions. He definitely couldn’t act like he was under the influence—what if they truly had no humanity and assaulted him? No amount of calling for “brother” would save him then.

If he had to act, the only option was to fake a drug allergy…

As Jian Ye pondered how to perform later, the system butted in conspiratorially with a suggestion.

*System 748: Host, if you exchange all your current Green Tea Points for Green Tea Coins, you can purchase one item.*

*Jian Ye: What item?*

*System 748: A cloned blood capsule.*

*Jian Ye: What’s that? Is it like the fake blood packs used on film sets?*

*System 748: When using this item, the host will cough up blood whenever they speak. It’s not fake blood—it’s real.*

*Jian Ye: Real blood? Wouldn’t I die after coughing up a few times?*

*System 748: Not at all. The blood expelled is cloned from all components of the host’s blood and isn’t actually drawn from the host’s body.*

"Jian Ye: Oh, I see. So it's like replicating a string of DNA-based blood data."

This was way more convincing than the fake blood packs used on film sets, which were mostly made from a mix of sugar syrup, water, cornstarch, and food coloring.

One quick sniff would reveal the trick—that kind of trick would never fool the criminals.

Jian Ye knew this prop would work perfectly and would definitely deceive them.

When the time came, if they really wanted him alive, they’d have no choice but to send him to the hospital. He just had to seize the chance to escape.

...

Outside the room where Jian Ye was held captive.

Su Junyang grinned triumphantly.

He's the one who slipped the aphrodisiac into Jian Ye’s food.

Though Xu Laoliu had forbidden him from entering Jian Ye’s room, he just couldn't let it go.

With the guy he hated right before him, if he missed this chance for revenge, he might never get another.

He was well aware of Xu Laoliu’s plan.

Xu Laoliu planned to release Jian Ye after capturing Qin Fei.

Jian Ye had only been taken as bait, without a scratch on him.

This was something Su Junyang couldn’t tolerate.

Even if he couldn’t kill Jian Ye, he would at least break him mentally.

Last time, with Huang Zongqiang, Jian Ye had got away clean.

Su Junyang often envied Jian Ye—how does he always land on his feet?

During Su Junyang’s own downfall, he had watched helplessly as Jian Ye, just some college kid yet to graduate, blew up overnight in popularity—not only exploding in fame through variety shows but also winning over more and more people’s hearts.

Marrying rich, his value limitless, his background formidable, with men still willing to go through hell for him.

He had just heard that Qin Fei had bitten and was about to go solo to the location Xu Laoliu had provided.

All to save Jian Ye? The big boss of Qin Group was actually willing to go this far?

Was Jian Ye about to skate free again? Su Junyang refused to let that happen.

Xu Laoliu’s men were all men—God knows how long it had been since they’d satisfied their needs?

Su Junyang wanted these men to see firsthand how Jian Ye would make a spectacle of himself.

Right now, there was already a guy in black guarding Jian Ye’s room.

Just wait… things were about to get interesting…

...

Inside the room, Jian Ye started psyching himself up.

When the ten-minute mark approached, he suddenly went limp, and rolled off the bed.

The black-clad man thought he was pulling some stunt and immediately grabbed his hands, yanking him up by his bound wrists, only to see the young man's face flushed, his breathing rapid.

Jian Ye's body was limp as a ragdoll. If not for the black-clad man's support, he could collapse to the ground at any moment.

"Hey! What kind of game are you playing now? I’m warning you, no matter how many schemes you’ve got—"

"I didn’t..." The young man suddenly shuddered, his chest heaving. "Hack—"

A mouthful of blood sprayed abruptly onto the white bedsheet.

Like red ink soaking into paper, it slowly seeped in, deepening before blooming into a crimson flower.

"You... what’s wrong with you? Hey! Wake up!"

The black-clad man was freaked out, thoroughly startled.

He quickly laid the young man back on the bed, watching his motionless form before yelling for help.

The commotion inside naturally drew the attention of those guarding outside.

Hearing the noise, Su Junyang smirked.

Working that fast?

He wanted to witness Jian Ye’s humiliating state, but then he saw Xu Laoliu rushing into the room, looking panicked?

What was going on? Did Xu Laoliu want to join in too?

And... why did everyone look horrified?

Su Junyang pushed forward to see, only to find the bed soaked with blood, the young man’s face ghostly pale as he clutched his chest in agony.

What the fuck? Was the "battle" this bloody and intense?

Hold on—Jian Ye’s clothes were completely intact! Then where was the blood coming from...?

As everyone stood frozen, the young man on the bed wheezed weakly, choking out a sentence: "You... what did you put... in my food... *cough cough*!"

With that, he coughed up several more mouthfuls of blood, his condition so dire it seemed he might die right there any second.

Xu Laoliu panicked too, then barked at his men, "Who did this?! Did one of you poison his food?!"

The black-clad man was the first to speak up. "Absolutely not! The boss said not to hurt him—who’d dare poison him?"

"Who prepared the food today?!" Xu Laoliu’s sinister gaze swept over them, and a nervous guy immediately stepped forward.

"I—I made the food, but I just put it on the tray. Other brothers took it out afterward."

Su Junyang, watching the scene, was stunned speechless. He nervously took a step back.

His mind was a whirlwind of panic.

How... how could this be happening?

He had only dosed him with an aphrodisiac! And just a small packet at that—nothing life-threatening! Since when does that shit make people puke blood?!

"I remember now—he went into the kitchen too."

At that moment, the group split apart, and one of the henchmen pointed at Su Junyang, who had been lingering at the edge.

In an instant, all eyes turned toward him.

Su Junyang, terrified, collapsed to his knees, shaking his head repeatedly. "It wasn't me, I didn’t do it! I swear I don’t know why he’s spitting blood—it must be something else!"

"Something else?" Xu Laoliu immediately caught the flaw in Su Junyang’s words. He hadn’t suspected the guy at first, but the moment he spoke, he practically confessed.

Xu Laoliu strode forward and slapped Su Junyang hard across the face, leaving his cheek swollen. "Did I or did I not fucking warn you not to touch him?! Are you tired of living?!"

With that, he kicked Su Junyang in the stomach, sending him flying a meter back.

Ignoring the pain, Su Junyang scrambled back, pleading, "I’m sorry, Brother Xu! I just—just lost my damn mind! But I swear to heaven, I didn’t poison him! I only—only—"

"Only what?! Spit it out, you bastard!" Xu Laoliu grabbed Su Junyang by the collar, fingers digging into his throat.

"I—I put… a fucking aphrodisiac in his food, not poison!"

Xu Laoliu froze for a second before slamming him to the ground. "You goddamn moron! Why the hell did I ever keep trash like you around?!"

"Don’t you know a fucking severe drug allergy can kill someone?!"

"Look at him—" Jian Ye’s symptoms were clearly an allergic reaction to that drug.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be spitting blood like this.

Su Junyang’s eyes widened in disbelief. But when Xu Laoliu had drugged Jian Ye before, he was fine last time, wasn’t he?!

A drug allergy? Impossible!

Su Junyang glanced at the bed—only to see Jian Ye shoot him a smirk when no one was looking.

"He—he’s faking it! Brother Xu! He’s pretending! You have to—"

*SMACK!* The sound echoed.

"Bullshit he’s faking! I’ll beat you six feet under!" Xu Laoliu, enraged, struck him again.

The moment he entered the room, he’d smelled blood. A man who’s seen real blood knows fake when he smells it.

Su Junyang was practically pissing on his IQ.

Xu Laoliu had already sent his on-call doctor to examine and treat Jian Ye. He ordered his men to drag Su Junyang away and lock him up.

With a single glance, his subordinates understood their boss’s intent.

Su Junyang was in for a world of hurt—this was Xu Laoliu’s usual method for handling unruly shits.

Those who refused to listen or submit had to be beaten into submission, scared straight.

Meanwhile, Jian Ye sat back enjoying the show. No wonder his spidey-sense was tingling.

Turns out, an old acquaintance had wormed his way in.

Su Junyang hated him, wanted to harm him, so he’d spiked his fucking meal—exactly the kind of stupid move that idiot would pull.

Jian Ye wasn’t surprised when he figured it out.

In fact, the guy had done him a solid without realizing. Now he had a gold-star excuse to keep pretending to be sick.

Thankfully, he had the system-given props—otherwise, he’d never have been able to fool this hard-to-fool bastard.

The man was clearly the leader of this group, with a murderous glare that made him look like someone who had taken many lives.

Xu Laoliu's menacing presence was enough to make anyone feel afraid.

Jian Ye was extremely grateful to the system for giving him so much peace of mind.

"Well? Can you fix him?" Xu Laoliu didn’t want any mishaps at this critical moment. If he couldn’t guarantee Jian Ye’s safety, he’d be screwed if Qin Fei lost it.

Not to mention the Yi family—they couldn’t afford to slack off either.

Jian Ye couldn’t die, at least not on his turf.

Author's Note

Jian Xiaogou: This illness of mine can’t be cured here. If you don’t send me to the hospital soon, I’ll drop dead right here. *(Hands folded over stomach, blood dripping gracefully from the corner of his mouth.jpg)*

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