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    Wei Lai barged in with a hammer, only to see Chu Yin violently stomping on Chen Meixian’s head with his feet. The room was filled with chaos, dark red bloodstains smeared messily across the floor, especially on Chu Yin’s feet.

    “Chu Yin!”

    Wei Lai was frantic, his delicate, fragile heart working overtime. The sight before him made his legs go weak, and he stumbled toward Chu Yin in a panic.

    Chu Yin trembled all over, raising a hand to cover Wei Lai’s eyes, his voice breaking in alarm, “Don’t look!! You can’t look!!!”

    Wei Lai craned his neck, hands fumbling over Chu Yin’s body, equally panicked. “Don’t look at what?! What happened to you? Where are you hurt???”

    Chen Meixian let out a bloody laugh, nearly delirious as he said, “…Look at how your precious darling begged me to go easy on him while spreading his legs, hehehe hahaha…”

    Chen Meixian’s laughter was abruptly cut off when Wei Lai shoved the hammer into his mouth.

    “Fuck, I should’ve drowned you back then!” Wei Lai viciously kicked him again.

    Just then, another set of hurried footsteps approached—light and quick at the front, followed by the sharp, heavy clatter of high heels. Voices could faintly be heard.

    Yan Yunshui: “Sister, why the hell are you wearing heels?! Hurry up! Slutty Wei’s already disappeared!”

    Booty-san panted like an ox: “This bitch… this bitch has never climbed so many stairs… You go first…”

    Yan Yunshui stomped his foot: “I’m dragging you!”

    Hearing the voices, Chu Yin clutched Wei Lai’s clothes tightly, lips trembling as he said, “…No… They…”

    “It’s fine, don’t be scared.” Wei Lai ruffled Chu Yin’s hair, kissed his forehead with a loud ‘mwah’, and said, “Those two are just trash at climbing stairs.”

    Wei Lai pulled Chu Yin along, yanking the TV’s power cord out. As the screen went black, the room plunged into near-darkness.

    The timing was perfect. Yan Yunshui, dragging Booty-san, staggered in and let out a shriek: “Ah!!!”

    Booty-san clutched his skirt and plopped right onto Chen Meixian’s back. “The hell are you screaming for?! Damn it, Slutty Wei, how’s Pouty Princess?!”

    Chen Meixian coughed up blood from the impact, and Booty-san doubled down, slamming down on him again with full force.

    Wei Lai said, “No idea. Fuck, Chen Meixian looks like he’s on drugs—dunno if he injected Chu Yin too. Chu Yin, Chu Yin? Stay with me!”

    Chu Yin was drenched like a soaked furball, hanging limply on Wei Lai, barely able to speak. “…Dizzy. I… don’t want to be here.”

    Wei Lai patted Chu Yin’s cheek. “Okay. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

    “No…”

    Wei Lai coaxed, “Come on, just for a little bit. I’ll stay with you the whole time.”

    Chu Yin: “…Carry me.”

    “I will, I will.” Wei Lai steadied himself, half-hugging, half-carrying him. “Let’s go, be good.”

    Chen Meixian’s eyes were unfocused as he let out a hollow laugh, muttering deliriously, “This is your home. You can never leave… I’m your family…”

    Yan Yunshui also sat squarely on Chen Meixian, cursing, “The hell kind of family are you?! What rotten luck to be reborn human and still act like trash—we’re Crybaby Yin’s family!!! I’m his mom!”

    Booty-san slammed his high heel down like a judge’s gavel, declaring with finality: “I’m his dad!”

    Wei Lai: “…?”

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