Evil People Have Their Own Evil Mothers [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 6: The Lamb That Came Knocking

Chapter 6: The Lamb That Came Knocking

The moment Xu Jiu lifted his eyelids, Cao Weidong’s pitch-black gaze pierced straight into his eyes.

It was unclear whether Cao Weidong had been staring all along or if their eyes had simply met by chance.

Cao Weidong’s hand remained on Xu Jiu’s neck, the residual warmth of his palm easily seeping through the thin fabric of his clothes.

Under Xu Jiu’s watchful eyes, Cao Weidong’s gaze slowly drifted downward, pausing for the briefest moment before snapping back up.

Xu Jiu’s face flushed crimson in an instant—from his neck to his ears, and finally, the top of his head grew hot, as if about to boil over.

He didn’t react; he probably didn’t see. Xu Jiu reassured himself, running his tongue over his lips once more in an attempt to wipe away the moisture.

His lips were slick—a result of his tongue betraying him at the height of being choked—glistening faintly in the dim light, their color an unnaturally vivid, swollen red.

Cao Weidong remained indifferent to his reactions, as though he saw neither himself nor Xu Jiu as human beings, detached from everything unfolding around them.

Cao Weidong relaxed his grip, clearly unwilling to continue this pointless stalemate with Xu Jiu.

But just as Cao Weidong released him, Xu Jiu exerted force with his hands, interrupting the motion.

His fingers dug fiercely into the muscles of Cao Weidong’s forearms, as if he wished to claw away a piece of flesh with his nails.

It wasn’t quite retaliation—more like a coy refusal, a perverse delight in being half-strangled by Cao Weidong.

Xu Jiu’s striking face surged into Cao Weidong’s dark eyes as he grinned recklessly and retorted, Scared?

Cao Weidong’s eyelids lifted slightly, sweeping a glance over him.

You’re not worth it.

Xu Jiu’s mind exploded. The words not worth itbuzzed in his ears like flies swarming over rot.

Cao Weidong’s hand had already fallen away, and without its support, Xu Jiu realized that his ability to meet Cao Weidong’s gaze eye-to-eye had depended entirely on those hands.

Now, with Cao Weidong gone, he was like a discarded ragdoll, his legs giving way as he collapsed to the floor, devoid of even the strength to struggle to his feet.

The aftereffects of suffocation rapidly spread throughout his body. Intense dizziness clouded his vision, darkness swirling like a kaleidoscope—a dazzling, disorienting spectacle, like fireworks bursting gloriously before his eyes.

Cough—what do you mean?Xu Jiu rubbed his eyes, his tongue swiping away the drool that had escaped the corner of his mouth.

Cao Weidong’s worn yellow-black sneakers stepped into Xu Jiu’s downcast line of sight, pausing right in front of him.

I’m talking to you!Xu Jiu spat onto the shoes.

He pressed his hands against his sore, swollen eyes, his tongue clumsily sweeping over his lips and teeth.

Xu Jiu never received a response from Cao Weidong. With the ringing in his ears, he didn’t even catch the sound of Cao Weidong’s departing footsteps.

By the time Xu Jiu regained his senses, Cao Weidong was long gone.

How could he be so emotionless? The purpose of a cannon-fodder villain is to give value to the protagonist. If he’s this difficult, does that mean I’ll have to revolve around him in this world for the rest of my life?!

That’s a whole lifetime—!

Frustrated, Xu Jiu slammed a fist into the ground, only to end up with tears clinging to his lashes from the pain. He tenderly rubbed his delicate hand, soothing it for a long while.

Xu Jiu stared into the darkness of the alley, spat heavily once more, then leaned against the wall as he staggered toward the lit area.

Without Cao Weidong leading the way ahead, Xu Jiu lacked the courage to venture deeper into the shadows.

After that incident, Cao Weidong continued avoiding Xu Jiu as usual. At school, Xu Jiu couldn’t even catch a glimpse of him.

But Xu Jiu had his own methods and resources. He spent some money to treat their counselor to a meal, using the excuse of caring for a reclusive classmate.

You mean Cao? His grades and character aren’t bad, but his personality is terrible—he doesn’t fit in, so he moved out to live alone.

Right, where does he live?Xu Jiu’s eyes lit up.

I only know the general area.

Armed with the address, Xu Jiu rushed over eagerly, only to be dumbfounded.

No wonder the counselor couldn’t provide an exact location. Faced with a densely packed urban village that resembled the Kowloon Walled City from Hong Kong movies, Xu Jiu halted at the outskirts, afraid he might not find his way out if he entered.

On the way, Pan Yu called to invite him for a meal, but Xu Jiu waved it off, making an excuse about having a date.

Xu Jiu found a spot to sit, opened his phone, and like an emperor reviewing memorials, was greeted by a flood of chat windows with profile pictures of beautiful women, all sending him concerned messages.

New messages poured in faster than Xu Jiu could open them, piling up until some bold individuals even called him directly.

Young Master Xu, want to come out for a drink? H City has no one as exceptionally handsome as you. I can’t even enjoy a drink without seeing your handsome face—it’s been half a month, I’m practically quitting alcohol.

Although these people’s goal was always to get money from Xu Jiu, he was wealthy and enjoyed the feeling of being adored.

Xu Jiu chuckled softly and teased back, Just ‘exceptionally handsome’?

Xu Jiu’s good looks weren’t just flattery—they were widely acknowledged.

In the first half of the year, H University held a vote for the school belle and school hunk. Xu Jiu won both titles, simultaneously holding the positions of H University’s school belle and school hunk.

The beauty on the phone cooed flirtatiously, Ultimate handsome, please come out for a drink~

Xu Jiu glanced up and suddenly saw a man dressed in dark gray walking past.

Xu Jiu promptly hung up the phone, put on his hat and mask, stuffed both hands into his pockets, and quickly followed the man ahead.

This time, the man walked fast—at his usual pace—and Xu Jiu struggled to keep up, nearly resorting to running on all fours to catch him.

It dawned on Xu Jiu then that during the alley pursuit that night, Cao Weidong had been aware of being followed from the start and had intentionally walked slowly so Xu Jiu wouldn’t lose him.

Xu Jiu watched as Cao Weidong stopped in front of an old self-built house, unlocked the ground-floor door—originally meant to be a garage—and went straight inside.

Soon after, Cao Weidong emerged again.

He carried a hammer in his right hand and a black plastic bag in his left.

An aura of danger surrounded him. Whether it was the unidentified red liquid staining the hammer in his right hand or the pitch-black bag in his left that completely obscured its contents, Xu Jiu’s heart raced wildly.

The sky was dark, and only Xu Jiu noticed the danger in his hands.

Had the protagonist killed someone?

Xu Jiu’s eyes lifted, and he realized Cao Weidong had left the door ajar before leaving. Faint yellow light slanted out from inside.

Watching Cao Weidong walk away, Xu Jiu didn’t hesitate—he slipped through the crack in the door and into the house.

Xu Jiu’s eyes widened abruptly, sweeping over the contents of the room in terror.

He stumbled backward, step by unsteady step.

Suddenly, his back collided with a warm wall.

His gaze stiffly dropped downward—a hammer stained with red liquid hung horrifyingly close to his hand.

Drip… drip… the crimson liquid kept falling from the hammer.