Sickly Tyrannical Chapter 19

Just as I'm in the midst of thinking long and hard there's suddenly a knock at the door. I lift my head up from the table and think to myself, so there's a primary school kid who's got a mental health problem?

"Come in."

After I finish speaking I also raise my head, the corner of my slightly smiling lips immediately become stiff after seeing who the person is…

A precisely cut suit, hair that's been gelled in place using hair wax with not even a strand out of place. The other's face shape has a kind of dangerous exquisiteness and a with figure that's still tall and st.u.r.dy, the person looks like a born controller from head to toe.

ShangFan!!

Why is he here!! Isn't he supposed to be in Hong Kong with my mum?

My body instantly reacts, I stand up from my seat and look at the person who's just arrived with an expression of alertness. My heart is beating crazily inside my chest, instincts tell me that this person isn't nice…

"You don't welcome me?"

"…" My body stands up nervously.

I laugh bitterly, what is there to welcome, this is already my best att.i.tude considering I didn't shoo you away immediately.

He sees that I don't talk and slowly walks towards me. The sounds of leather shoes tap against the floor, the door closes behind him with a *click*, causing all my hairs to stand up in an instance.

"Why did you come back?" Where's my mum?" I take a step forward.

"Why did I come back? Of course it's to fulfill the responsibilities of a father…"

He says it an easy going manner but his words are just like that of a thunderbolt out of a clear sky.

"You married with my mum?" I can't believe it, no, it's definitely not possible, how can that mum of mine who goes around flirting with countless men actually choose to marry someone!

After hearing my words, the person in front of me disdainfully goes humph, he goes around the table and appears before me. I look at that face of his and those pair of mighty eyes before taking a step back uncontrollably. My knees knocked onto the chair and I fall onto it.

Seeing me in such a difficult position, that person purposely stops right beside me, lowers his head and looks towards me, "I'm correcting a mistake of yours, in the future you don't have a mum, you only have a father."

The amount of information in this sentence is too much, my brain can't process it in one go. I don't have a mum?

The more I think about it, the more scared I become, I know that he has a solid foundation and has great strength in Hong Kong, but it's probably not to the point of killing someone. Plus, my mum has nothing so what's the reason for him to go on a killing spree?

"What's wrong with my mum?" I look up and try to overcome the resistance against the person before my eyes.

"Haha…"

I don't know why he's suddenly laughing, his tone is a bit mocking causing me to feel uncomfortable all over.

But my body can't move at all after his next move, because with a smile on his face, he suddenly reaches out his hand and then grabs onto my s.h.i.+rt collar and tears it…

b.u.t.tons clamour as they spring in all directions off my clothing, one b.u.t.ton directly hits against the window that's not too far away from me. The sound is crisp and knocks at my heart, making me nervous uncontrollably. I haven't forgotten what this person in front of me has done to me before.

His next words are, "Compared to worrying about your mum, you're better off if you worry about yourself!"

"What are you doing!!"

My instinct reaction is to slap in the direction of ShangFan but he locks my wrists in one go, his voice is soft and fierce, "What are you doing? What have you done to make yourself so hungry?"

I suddenly realise the meaning behind his words, my eyes instantly look towards my own chest, the clothing has been teared apart revealing most of my chest on the inside. The marks on top are completely exposed…

Bite marks…

My complexion darkens, my eyes look towards his hand that's grabbing me and I really want to bite at it.

"Let go!! I'm none of your business!!"

In a sense, he's quite straightforward and releases my hands and collar as soon as I finish speaking, however his expression makes people tremble even more in fear.

"None of my business? Legally, I'm the person who has the closest relations.h.i.+p with you in this world."

"So you really killed my mum!" Aren't his words just announcing that he is the only relative I have left?

"So nervous? If I had known earlier that you cared so much about that wench I wouldn't have let her go." He slightly neatens the tie in front of his chest and then those eyes beneath his das.h.i.+ng eyebrows, in my opinion, look long, narrow and dangerous.

"Brute…"

I gnash my teeth as the sound is pushed out through my gums, even if he hasn't done anything up until now, I still don't like him. In fact, I even want to tear apart this person before my eyes very badly.

"There's no need in getting so angry, even if that person who sold you for money knows that you're thinking of her so much, she won't have any grat.i.tude."

"What?!" I stand up from the chair, what does that mean? Sold me off?!

"Why so nervous?" His line of sight travels from my face slowly towards my chest, under his gaze I feel uncomfortable all over, but just as I want to use my hands to block him, I'm stopped.

I lift my head and he continues, "Your mum sold your guardians.h.i.+p to me." He suddenly touches the marks on my chest, "I even spent a lot and a lot of money…"

His head leans towards me, his breath blows against my ear, "What compensation do you want?"

My brain is in a mess, not to mention that all this has happened too fast. Just this one person in front of me, is more than enough to make all my hairs stand up and for my soul to shudder.

The smell on his body is too familiar, the Christian Dior Dune and Poison that never changes over the years. They're perfumes that were already been out of season a few years ago, yet this person seems to particularly like it…

The smell of this kind of perfume is very weak and very dry.

That kind of taste is like it's from the ancient sand dunes that has a poisonous scorpion on top, lazily and comfortably sunbathing…

His expression is at ease, yet is also surprisingly explosive and poisonous.

That kind of feeling of complete control and confidence makes people frightened.

What did he say? My mum gave my guardians.h.i.+p to ShangFan?

I pretend to be calm and reach out my hands pus.h.i.+ng him away, "What does that have anything to do with me? You were the one who wanted to buy it, if you don't want it, you can always throw it away."

"Throw it away? How could I possibly be willing to part with it?" His eyes slightly slant upwards, "Go back with me…"

"Ha… my father, I'm already so old, I don't need father's shelter anymore."

"Have you reached your rebellious phase?"

"Sorry, I've already pa.s.sed that age."

"Then there's no reason not to. Come with me."

"No way."

"What a very disobedient child." The expression on his face is still that of a slight smile as always, looking like he's not annoyed. However, that gaze of his that sticks onto people once again lands on my chest, "What? Are you still thinking about that man who left behind all these marks for you?"