Every Day the Protagonist Wants to Capture Me [ BL ]

Chapter 35 - A strange decorating style

Chu Shuangtian slowly nodded his head at Chu Sheng, but, contrary to what one might expect, he didn’t solicitously inquire about his well-being, unlike his pampering attitude towards Chu Yu. The expression in his eyes was profound.

Chu Sheng stared at his face for a moment until he calmed down. He smiled and exclaimed: “Father.”

He approached Chu Shuangtian and whispered a few words, asking about his health. After some time, he turned to Lu Qingan. His face was somewhat pale: “Senior, the Chu family’s traitor has fallen to my father’s blade and already great vengeance had been achieved for mother. We think that we should find a method to return.”

Lu Qingan stroked the sword on his waist to comfort himself and some of the coldness vanished from the expression on his face as he nodded and put Yan Hue back in its sheath.

Chu Yu’s attention was attracted by Lu Qingan ’s movements. He glanced at him and saw that there was another sword hanging from Lu Qingan’s waist.

If he had not guessed wrongly, that ought to be the sword that they had found before they were sent to this place.

Looking at how tense Lu Qingan was, it seems that he must have had some kind of relationship with the owner of that sword.

Chu Yu pondered over it for a moment. He really couldn’t reliably remember that sword being in the original novel. He tossed the matter into the back of his mind. While watching Chu Sheng talking to Lu Qingan in a low voice and looking back at Chu Shuangtian, Chu Yu was overcome with boredom. He turned to look at Chu Shuangtian and was unable to tell or not if his vision was true as an icy and malicious smile on his face, like a venomous snake. That smile was vicious and fierce, a needle hidden in silk floss, totally unlike Chu Shuangtian’s normally gentle and refined expression.

Chu Shuanghe?

Chu Yu’s spine suddenly felt cold and his scalp tingled all over.1

Enduring the sudden emergence of lingering fear, Chu Yu quietly took Xun Sheng in his hand and tried to stay calm and collected before cautiously looking over at him again. Chu Shuangtian’s expression was now one of silent sorrow, like a person whose heart had turned into cold grey ashes, more dead than alive.

Could there be a problem with Chu Shuangtian?

However, the protagonist had already said that he didn’t have a murderous aura and Chu Sheng, who was very close to him and had deep feelings for his father, didn’t seem to notice anything wrong with him. It’s highly unlikely that Chu Shuanghe would be able to deceive both of them. That should only be … an illusion.

Seemingly sensing the intensity of Chu Yu ’s gaze, Chu Shuangtian turned to look at him then reached out and stroked his hair, as if comforting him. He was silent for a long moment. Finally, he smiled and said: “Yu-er, you must listen to your big brother’s words later.”

Why did this sound like a person’s last words, as if he were about to die?

Chu Yu paused then nodded.

Chu Shuangtian sighed. “Your temperament has been cold since you were young. You were unwilling to get close to us and you didn’t want to stay in the valley. Nowadays … well, that may not be a bad idea.”

He stared at Chu Yu for a moment then looked away.

At the beginning he was unable to make heads or tails of these words, then Chu Yu understood: Was Chu Shuangtian glad that the original Chu Yu wasn’t close to them as a child and thus when Madam Chu died, he would be unlikely to be overly sad?

How could that be true? A single drop of the original Chu Yu’s consciousness made him feel miserable but, fortunately, it only lasted for a few moments.