Evil People Have Their Own Evil Mothers [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 11: Did I Make You Feel Good When I Pinched You?

Chapter 11: Did I Make You Feel Good When I Pinched You?

Smoke enveloped the two like a mask, blurring all surrounding vision.

In this hazy and indistinct environment, Cao Weidong found an even more unrestrained opportunity to stare at Xu Jiu.

Cao Weidong hadn’t cut his hair for a while, and the stray strands falling over his forehead once again obscured his eyes.

In the thick mist, his gaze clung like a persistent ghost lurking on one’s back.

Xu Jiu could clearly sense this chilling presence but couldn’t pinpoint its exact form no matter what.

Though it was broad daylight with the sun blazing high, Xu Jiu felt an intense discomfort.

Xu Jiu raised his hand to pinch Cao Weidong’s face and blew a breath toward it, dispersing the layer of mist shrouding Cao Weidong’s features.

Stop looking at me like that.

Xu Jiu’s fingers gripped the overly long bangs on Cao Weidong’s forehead, forcibly pulling out what was hidden beneath.

Xu Jiu opened his phone and pressed the school forum page against Cao Weidong’s face.

Xu Jiu was the kind of villain who always left his name when doing misdeeds, making sure the protagonist knew exactly what he had done.

The first post on the forum displayed numerous photos showing the countless bizarre, even grotesque, handmade specimens arranged in Cao Weidong’s home.

An anonymous account posted:

[How could someone deliberately torture and kill small animals to make specimens at home? And even break their limbs and reassemble them randomly? This is too perverted!!!]

Netizen 1: Who is it? #ears

Netizen 2: This is too much! He must be expelled!

Little Entanglement: This is Cao Weidong’s home! I’m friends with him. I heard he was injured and asked our counselor for his address. That day I happened to see him torturing animals through his window and ran away scared!

Xu Jiu was not Cao Weidong’s friend, and Cao Weidong’s home had no windows.

Such casually fabricated lies, paired with a few photos stripped of context, instantly became the hottest post on the school forum.

Nearly every student was discussing the matter that day, loudly demanding expulsion in the comments.

Satisfied, Xu Jiu put away his phone. As he released Cao Weidong’s bangs, he casually brushed the hair away from both sides of Cao Weidong’s eyes.

Look, look! He’s the one who tortures animals.

Eww, so disgusting, disgusting, disgusting!Oh my god, how can someone be so perverted?

A wall of people gradually formed around Cao Weidong, growing denser and thicker with time.

Their stares pierced like needles, their words flooded his ears like savage beasts.

Gossip, curses, scorn, and pointing fingers.

Hahaha—

Xu Jiu burst out laughing. He switched his cigarette to the other hand and lightly patted Cao Weidong’s cheek with his palm. It wasn’t a strike but a pat, dripping with mockery and sarcasm.

The fingertips of this hand still carried the pungent, sour odor of tobacco, but Xu Jiu liked wearing perfume, so a faint citrus scent lingered on him.

The two conflicting scents intertwined and rushed into Cao Weidong’s nostrils, leaving a profound impression in his body.

Xu Jiu’s lips touched the cigarette filter as he took a gentle drag, almost like a kiss, and white smoke drifted from his mouth.

I really can’t understand how you dared to let me into your home. You knew full well I had ill intentions.

Cao Weidong remained like a stone, unmoved.

He thought, the cursing wasn’t wrong—he was never normal to begin with.

Moreover, before coming to school, he had entertained even more terrifying and twisted fantasies about the vibrant Xu Jiu before him.

If these thoughts were spoken aloud to Xu Jiu, the latter would likely leap up in fury and curse him as a pervert.

What if he actually said them?

Xu Jiu didn’t know what Cao Weidong was thinking, but seeing the perpetually wooden expression on the other’s face, his anger flared up again.

No matter what he did—whether cursing, hitting, ruining his reputation, or destroying the specimens he’d painstakingly crafted—this person always maintained an icy demeanor, as if nothing in the world deserved the honor of stirring his facial features into expression.

Xu Jiu’s smile vanished abruptly. He tossed his cigarette and crushed it underfoot, then the hand that had been patting Cao Weidong’s face suddenly transformed into a slap, cutting through the air with vicious force.

I’ll destroy everything you have. This is just the beginning—there’s more suffering ahead for you.

Xu Jiu watched Cao Weidong expectantly, hoping to glimpse even a flicker of different emotion on his face.

Cao Weidong’s long-still eyeballs suddenly shifted. Xu Jiu thought his torment had finally gotten through to him and couldn’t help grinning, a small white canine tooth pressing against his lower lip.

In reality, Xu Jiu’s clothes were disheveled, his collar hanging wide open. Cao Weidong stood a head taller, so when his gaze dropped, he could easily see through the open collar—the undulating curves of Xu Jiu’s chest, the pale pink hues, all laid bare.

Pale and slender yet tinged pink, with faint traces of lean muscle shifting across his chest and abdomen.

When Cao Weidong lifted his gaze again, he saw that canine tooth still exposed.

Cao Weidong spoke.

But Xu Jiu’s ears were filled with the chattering gossip around them, causing him to miss what was said.

Xu Jiu rubbed his ear.

What did you say?

Cao Weidong looked at him and remained silent.

Xu Jiu tilted his head and spat, laughing in disbelief.

Playing dead again.

The next second, Xu Jiu drove his knee into Cao Weidong’s abdomen, followed by a heavy punch. Cao Weidong slid down the wall he’d been pinned against, clutching his stomach as he struggled to catch his breath.

Xu Jiu crouched down with him, grabbed his chin, and spat in his face.

Are you going to talk or not?

Cao Weidong looked at him, his lips twitching twice before he calmly retorted, just before Xu Jiu’s impatient fist could strike:

Do you really want to hear it?

Xu Jiu raised an eyebrow and nodded twice.

The stray hairs at his temples, usually tucked behind his ears, fell forward like grapevines swaying before his eyes. Xu Jiu swatted them away impatiently, as if shooing flies, afraid he might miss Cao Weidong’s moment of truth.

The crowd surrounding them pressed in like a solid wall, their heads bowed as they cast mocking glances at Cao Weidong, snickering and laughing.

Xu Jiu clicked his tongue. Quiet!

The crowd fell silent, waiting quietly on the sidelines.

Cao Weidong glanced at them.

Come closer.

Cao Weidong had Sanpaku eyes—when he looked up, the whites below his irises dominated, lending his gaze a morbid, ruthless coldness.

Xu Jiu leaned in closer, crouching at the same level and tilting his body toward Cao Weidong.

Go on, then.

The position between him and Cao Weidong was nearly at the point where he was about to throw himself into Cao Weidong’s embrace—any closer and there would be no distance left.

Cao Weidong turned his face past Xu Jiu’s ear, exhaling a warm breath as if kissing the helix, that breath carrying an utterly vile phrase that pierced straight through Xu Jiu’s mind like a sharp spear.

He said:

Did I choke you so good?