Chapter 264: Beauty Like a Flower (Part 1)
Liu Sheng was deep in thought, completely ignoring Jiang Caibin's incessant chatter about how he picked out makeup and clothes.
"Next, I want to buy some scented powder. What do you usually use?" Jiang Caibin asked gleefully.
"I don't use any."
"You don't?"
Jiang Caibin scanned Liu Sheng with a hint of disdain, but instantly recoiled upon meeting her calm gaze, withdrawing his eyes.
"Say whatever you want to say," Liu Sheng said indifferently, giving him a side glance.
"I want to say…" Jiang Caibin was hesitant at first, but after some thought, he couldn't help himself. "You should make an effort to dress up when you have time, use some makeup and scented powder, and wear some dresses. Your foundation isn't bad to begin with, but now it's really being wasted…"
"You like these things; I don't."
Liu Sheng only said that one sentence, but it immediately triggered a nerve in Jiang Caibin's mind, and he instantly started nagging.
"Don't like them, huh?… That won't do. You know, there are only lazy women, no ugly women… Ugh!"
With a "bang."
Jiang Caibin was lifted like a rag doll and slammed heavily against the wall. Then his limbs were grabbed by Little Tentacle, spread out like a large character, and his mouth was blocked by a tentacle.
He couldn't speak, couldn't move.
He could only stare with wide, terrified eyes at that hateful woman, walking towards him step by step.
Indeed!
He shouldn't have forgotten how terrifying this woman was!
How could he forget how she treated that frail, pitiable woman lying on the bed? He was truly deceived by her pure and harmless appearance!
Then he became annoyed again.
Alas, why couldn't he change this habit of his foul mouth?
If his hands were still free, he would have loved to slap himself twice.
In fact, Jiang Caibin had long known that his mouth easily offended people, but he just couldn't control it.
Fortunately, he was quite discerning; if it was someone he couldn't afford to offend, he would definitely keep his mouth shut.
That's why he was able to live safely until now.
But somehow, ever since he became a Yugui, his foul mouth seemed to have escalated, and it had become more diverse in its vulgarity.
"Cut your clichés, or next time it won't be like this," Liu Sheng threatened coolly.
Jiang Caibin felt a soft tentacle slide from his mouth down his esophagus, almost making him vomit, but the tentacle inside him clamped his stomach, preventing him from feeling nauseous.
This woman's brutal methods had been updated again!
Given the circumstances, Jiang Caibin quickly nodded.
"Also, you need to control yourself," Liu Sheng said. "Don't let your consciousness be influenced by weird objects."
What?
Was I influenced?
Jiang Caibin was stunned.
The makeup on his face, blurred into a messy white and red by the physiological tears forced out by fear and nausea, solidified on his face like an ugly mask.
...
【Do you want to know what's wrong with you?】
【Do you want to regain control of your body?】
【Do you want to understand the weird objects within you?】
【Do you want to… coexist better with her?】
In his dazed state, these sentences echoed repeatedly in Jiang Caibin's mind.
I want to…
Jiang Caibin responded in his heart.
【Alright, now I'll take you to Lu Siniang's past.】
Jiang Caibin remembered that it was after hearing this sentence that he fell into this darkness.
Wait, what does that mean?
As soon as Jiang Caibin tried to open his eyes, before he could see anything, he felt a heavy object hit his head, and he fainted again.
"Hehe, he's so fragile."
"Exactly, he's an En Zai alright, so weak and thin."
"Hmph, who told his A-niang to seduce my A-da? He deserves to be beaten to death!"
In his dazed state, accompanied by the laughter of children, his body was punched and kicked all over. The pain in his head and body prevented him from thinking or struggling, and he could only float between consciousness and dizziness.
He tried to summon the power of the weird objects, but his body was empty; he couldn't sense anything.
It was as if he had returned to the time when he was burned by the fiery poison and paralyzed in all his limbs, weak and helpless, only able to be bullied.
Finally, his consciousness slowly sank into the depths, and he lost consciousness.
After an unknown amount of time, the torment finally ended.
One drop, two drops.
Something cool landed on his body.
It seemed to be… rainwater?
Then, more and more rain drizzled down, soaking him through and forming puddles, submerging half of his body in water.
The rainwater seeped into his wounds, like countless fine needles pricking his flesh, and the pain brought him back to consciousness.
It was as if he was floating from the bottom of the water towards the surface.
The rain stopped.
He could finally breathe.
Control of his limbs was slowly returning.
But he still couldn't fully awaken, and with his face covered in blood, he could only slightly open his eyes.
Through his blood-blurred vision, a small figure slowly approached.
This is?
Amidst his confusion, someone carefully wiped his wounds, but the coarse fabric used only pricked him, making him grimace.
The person seemed very meticulous and immediately noticed Jiang Caibin's expression, lightening their touch even more.
Once the blood on his eyes was also wiped away, Jiang Caibin could finally truly open his eyes.
The first thing that caught his eye was a small hand holding a handkerchief.
It was bony.
Full of dirt and scars, especially in the nail beds, where dirt and grime were hidden, making them black.
Jiang Caibin instinctively recoiled in disgust.
No matter what, he was a Young Master from a noble family, meticulously and delicately served since childhood. Even the maids and servants around him were carefully selected. Putting aside other things, their nails were certainly trimmed clean, with not a speck of dirt allowed.
When had he ever allowed such a dirty and inferior hand to come near him?
The owner of the small hand was meticulous, and naturally, also sensitive, immediately sensing the disgust in Jiang Caibin's eyes, and the hand holding the handkerchief timidly retreated.
Jiang Caibin's gaze fell on the handkerchief.
The washed-out handkerchief was stained with his blood and mud, already filthy.
Following the arm upwards, he looked up to the face of the handkerchief's owner.
Jiang Caibin's pupils instantly dilated.
Not out of fear or terror, but because this face was simply too beautiful!
This was a little girl who looked no older than six or seven.
She had an oval face, a slightly pointed chin, bright eyes and white teeth, and features as beautiful as a painting.
Although young, she was already radiating beauty.
Even though she was dressed in coarse clothes, and her hair was dry and yellow, her skin slightly dark, and her body small due to lack of nutrition and exposure to the sun, her beauty was completely undisguised.
This little girl seemed accustomed to Jiang Caibin's amazed expression. With a displeased look, she stuffed the handkerchief into his hand, then ran off without a word or a backward glance.
Jiang Caibin held the handkerchief in a daze, staring blankly at the little girl's figure disappearing into the deep alley.
Did this mean he was supposed to wipe himself?
After a long while, Jiang Caibin slowly felt some strength return to his limbs.
So he propped himself up with his hands and slowly got to his feet.
As soon as he stood up, he realized something was wrong.
Why was his line of sight so low?
Wait, why was he so short?
Then he looked down at his hands again, and his heart trembled even more.
Just now he had disdained the little girl's hands, but his own hands were even dirtier, and they were black and thin, with calluses and wounds on his fingers and palms.
Judging by the size and thickness of his hands and arms, he should be a child.
But how did he turn into a child?