Monster

Chapter 11 - Outbreak

It was an extremely sharp pain, like being stabbed into the skin by several needles at once. Feng Yeran almost roared out in pain. He subconsciously grabbed Feng Hua’s shoulder and pushed it away violently!

“What’re you doing?!” He covered the painful area and roared, his head still dizzy and his temples throbbing.

The mad rage in Feng Hua’s eyes hadn’t dissipated yet, just like a beast on the verge of outbreak. But when his eyes touched Feng Yeran’s angry ones, tears spilt out almost instantly and the oppressive feeling in the air disappeared abruptly. His eyes were red, filled with panic and rebuke, just like that of a puppy afraid of being abandoned by its owner.

“I’m sorry! Ye’er… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to… I don’t know what happened to me… But as soon as I heard… Are you hurt? Is it bleeding?”

Feng Yeran checked, and it was only bleeding slightly. “Don’t do that in the future.”

“Mm… sorry… ah, phone…”

Feng Hua hurriedly picked up the phone on the ground. Although it was still working, its screen was cracked. Phones in this era were very resistant to drops. How much force did he use to drop the phone into such a state…

“The phone’s been with me for three whole years.” Feng Yeran sighed and checked his phone’s functions. “I don’t know what you’re angry about. It’s just a call from Chen Xuan. I didn’t make an appointment with her before. She just came to me on her own accord today. Why do you dislike her so much? …Ah, do I replace the screen or get a new one? I really can’t let it go.”

“…”

“I’m saying, if I get together with her in the future, what would you do? You have to learn to accept her. After all, she’s the one I like.”

“She’s already married.”

“Maybe she’ll divorce and choose me,” Feng Yeran said while texting. “Anyway, Feng Hua, you have to adjust your mindset. To me, you’re like my son, but I can’t be single all the time. I’ll eventually find a woman. But, you can rest assured that even if I find a wife, our previous relationship will still be the same. It won’t change.”

“…”

“She said she wants to see you and asked me to say a time… Feng Hua, the day after tomorrow, how about I apply with the director for you to meet?”

* * *

It was October 24th. Feng Yeran came over early, cleaned the room, and changed Feng Hua into new clothes—a silvery-grey woollen sweater, loose coffee-coloured checkered shorts, white socks and grey slippers. He himself was dressed in a dark casual suit and his hair was just made, looking very fresh and handsome.

Chen Xuan arrived after dinner.

Feng Hua heard Feng Yeran and her talking and laughing outside the door. His eyes slowly moved from the light jumping on the barred window to the two shining people. As soon as the woman entered the room, Feng Yeran helped her take off her thick coat and hung it up. Her white high heels stepped on the floor, making a rhythmic sound. Her ankles were slender, ah, the ankles of a woman, the ankles Ye’er liked.

The woman placed her black handbag on the table, her fingers slender and coated with pink nail polish.

How does she touch Ye’er with these hands?

Feng Hua tilted his head, but shuddered in an instant, because his other “self” seemed to come out at that moment. He leisurely put both hands in his trouser pockets as he stepped barefoot on the floor, walking around behind the sofa, watching the two people sitting down, curiously sizing them up.