Evil People Have Their Own Evil Mothers [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 17: You Don't Want to Know What I Want to Do to You

Chapter 17: You Don’t Want to Know What I Want to Do to You

Understood. I’ll come pick up the dog.

Cao Weidong tilted his head to hang up the phone, his eyes momentarily losing focus. When his gaze refocused on Xu Jiu, amidst the vast crowd, Xu Jiu’s sight had already cut through countless noisy faces to land precisely on Cao Weidong.

A girl’s phone camera was pointed directly at Xu Jiu. Xu Jiu raised his head, looking over the top of the phone as he flashed a peace sign toward Cao Weidong’s direction, grinning brightly.

Cao Weidong’s expression remained unchanged, but his steps abruptly turned to leave.

Tch, so afraid of me?

Xu Jiu quickly weaved through the group of girls, striding forward to chase after Cao Weidong’s shadow, following behind him while stepping on his shadow as he went.

Xu Jiu watched Cao Weidong enter the school hospital and followed him in, only to bump into a group of juniors picking up medication at the corner.

Cao Weidong disappeared from his sight for just one second before completely vanishing without a trace.

After searching for a long time, Xu Jiu finally heard someone calling Cao Weidong’s name from a corner room on the third floor.

Now you regret it, don’t you? How many times did I emphasize that you need to change the dressing regularly? You had to delay until now to come. Look at what condition your right hand is in!

The doctor’s voice was firm and powerful, loud enough for Xu Jiu hiding outside the door to hear clearly.

At the same time, Cao Weidong’s phone rang. The old-fashioned phone’s ringtone was extremely loud, completely drowning out the doctor’s voice.

Cao Weidong answered the phone with his left hand. As the ringtone stopped, the doctor’s voice resumed, coincidentally synchronizing perfectly with his academic advisor’s voice on the other end of the phone:

Your right hand is completely unusable now. How will you take your exams? Are you just going to abandon a national competition like that?

Cao Weidong replied: I still have my left hand.

The questioning continued: Who did this to you? The school is strictly investigating bullying right now. Just give us the name and they’ll be severely punished.

Outside the door, Xu Jiu’s heart clenched, eagerly anticipating Cao Weidong’s retaliation.

Say it!

Use your voice to speak my name!

No one.

Cao Weidong said it lightly, as if the broken right hand and the lost competition prize were nothing but dust—things that could be blown away with a breath and forgotten.

The expectant smile on Xu Jiu’s face collapsed like a mountain avalanche.

You’ll regret this.

Cao Weidong cut in promptly: I won’t.

Under the dual pressure from both the doctor and his advisor, he calmly shielded the perpetrator.

The phone call ended abruptly without warning. After changing his dressing, the doctor also expressed disappointment and unwillingness to communicate further with him.

After thanking them, Cao Weidong stood up to leave. Everything happened too quickly. Before Xu Jiu could hide or evade, he collided squarely with Cao Weidong, almost as if he had intentionally bumped into him.

Xu Jiu quickly pulled back, nearly falling flat on his butt. It was only because Cao Weidong grabbed him in time and provided support that he managed to steady himself.

Cao Weidong glanced down at him, his gaze sweeping over him like he was trash.

Seeing that Xu Jiu showed no reaction, Cao Weidong released his grip and let him go.

As Cao Weidong turned to leave, Xu Jiu snapped back to reality. His hand shot out deftly, directly encircling Cao Weidong’s wrist and forcing him to stop.

Is your right hand completely ruined? Is it just unusable for now, or forever? Then… then you won’t be able to pinch me anymore, hehehe.

Xu Jiu’s glossy, lipstick-coated mouth started chattering again, growing more animated and gleeful with every word. He didn’t care whether Cao Weidong was listening or whether he responded at all.

He was holding Cao Weidong’s injured hand. Even through the thick layer of gauze separating their palms, Xu Jiu could still feel the helpless, uncontrollable trembling of the hand beneath—weak and useless.

The smell of hydrogen peroxide hung in the air.

Cao Weidong frowned slightly—not so much in anger or pain, but more as if he were scrutinizing something.

What about that dog? Is it going to die? How many days does it have left?

You’re the one who couldn’t save your dog. If it dies, it’s not my fault.

Xu Jiu put on an innocent expression, shrugged, and swept his tongue across the corner of his mouth, turning it into a smirk of schadenfreude.

Then he pressed his lips together and stopped his endless chatter, giving Cao Weidong a moment to breathe.

So what are you going to do next?

Xu Jiu watched Cao Weidong eagerly, not even daring to blink, afraid he might miss some fascinating expression of pain or agony.

But Cao Weidong remained as unresponsive as ever, shaking off Xu Jiu’s hand as if deaf and turning to leave.

Answer me!

Without knowing how, Xu Jiu instinctively imitated the stern, commanding tone from the illusion in his dream that night.

Cao Weidong paused mid-step, turned back, and stood in front of Xu Jiu.

He tightened the strap of the backpack on his shoulder, deliberately leaning forward so Xu Jiu wouldn’t have to strain to look up, while also closing the distance between them.

There was barely half an arm’s length between them.

In a tone Xu Jiu knew all too well, he asked lightly, Want to know?

Yes.

Xu Jiu answered bluntly, a wild impulse rising in his eyes.

Cao Weidong didn’t rush to reply. Instead, his eyes moved slowly, up and down, then down and up, scanning Xu Jiu at least three times—as if carefully selecting merchandise displayed in a shop window.

Cao Weidong’s gaze fell on Xu Jiu like a transparent plastic bag, wrapping him from head to toe, tying him up, and fixing him in place. In Cao Weidong’s eyes, Xu Jiu had become a complete object, freely objectified.

But then, suddenly, Cao Weidong withdrew his malice. His gaze drifted slowly past Xu Jiu’s ear, looking through him toward the last traces of autumn outside the building.

I plan to get another one.

Cao Weidong said it casually.

His dog wouldn’t live to see winter, so he planned to get another one. Simple as that.

Xu Jiu laughed, once again gripping Cao Weidong’s right hand tightly, baring his sharp teeth in a grin.

Go ahead. Raise it for a couple of months, get attached—then I’ll slaughter it and deliver it to your house myself.

Cao Weidong nodded. Fine.

Suddenly, Xu Jiu’s left eyelid twitched violently, and his hand jerked away as if electrocuted.

Cao Weidong turned and left, his worn black backpack on his shoulders, his footsteps steady as he descended the stairwell.

Xu Jiu leaned over the gap in the stair railing, looking down from above, spying on Cao Weidong’s movements.

His right hand was truly useless—even as it hung at his side, his entire arm trembled uncontrollably.

Evening.

It was the busiest time at the bar, and the staff were overwhelmed. But Cao Weidong had vanished from the back kitchen, making the bar owner frantic as he searched everywhere.

By the dumpster behind the bar, a drunk lay passed out, and beside him was an old dog, barely breathing.

Cao Weidong crouched in front of the old dog, holding a bottle of inhalable anesthetic.