5 Committed Every Heinous Act

Cen Wu was utterly exhausted in body and mind; even the sight of abdominal muscles no longer attracted him, though he had never cared for them much to begin with.

It was just a glance, after all.

After Xie Guilan finished his infusion, Cen Wu carefully avoided the bruises on the back of Xie’s hand and gently removed the needle.

He didn’t even realize when he had fallen asleep. When he opened his eyes again, it was half past five in the morning. Xie Guilan had already left; his backpack and school uniform were gone, only the blanket still retained some warmth.

Originally, he had wanted Xie Guilan to rest properly, but since he had left, there was no point calling him back.

He had slept by the bedside last night; his neck ached. Rising and stretching, he planned to wash up and head to school.

The crowd of servants at the villa last night had overwhelmed him; even now, his legs trembled at the memory. He needed to leave this place quickly while most of the servants were still asleep.

Though the school was even more crowded, blending into the crowd meant not everyone would be staring at him.

The original owner’s health was poor, and the Cen family spoiled him deeply. Even if he dropped out now, no one would say much. Still, Cen Wu resolved to attend high school obediently.

Otherwise, when the truth came out, a mere shake of the head and cold words from Mr. and Mrs. Cen would condemn him as good-for-nothing, wishing him dead.

What else could he do?

Sighing, Cen Wu headed to the bathroom. When he looked up into the mirror, his gaze froze—his own face was exactly the same as when he was a teenager.

The youthful skin was pale and flawless; his eyes bore faint red circles from sleeplessness, eyelashes damp and curled. His natural beauty held a cold elegance, yet the pronounced eye bags softened his expression, making it less intimidating.

“…That’s fine,” he thought. It felt strange to wear someone else’s face.

After tidying up and donning his uniform, he stepped toward the bedroom door. Grasping the handle, his entire body stiffened; his pale lips quivered slightly, a fine sweat formed on the tip of his nose.

He froze, but his mind replayed countless awkward and mortifying scenarios.

For example, pushing open the door to find the old butler clad in his black tailcoat, flanked by dozens of servants lined up in two rows, all bowing in unison, greeting, “Good morning, young master!”

He pressed his forehead against the door, knocking several times; the last knock hurt slightly, and he rubbed his face. Tears glistened in his eyes.

It’s okay, it’s okay.

Taking a deep breath, Cen Wu summoned his courage and flung the door wide open.

!!!

Startled, he shuddered, heart racing and blood rushing. Like an overly frightened cat, his body tensed and fur bristled, ears flattening against his head.

Standing at the staircase was the original owner’s elder brother, Cen Xiao.

It was too late last night to message Cen Xiao, who was busy with the family’s recent acquisition of a pharmaceutical company. No one knew why he had suddenly returned.

Who could understand this dread of bumping into someone and having to greet them?

“…” Cen Wu steadied his breathing and forced himself forward. “Brother… when did you get back?”

Cen Xiao paused, unused to seeing Cen Wu properly dressed in his school uniform. The blue and white made the boy look soft and pure; his cheeks and neck were snowy white.

Yet, for some reason, Cen Wu seemed timid and fearful, as if deeply frightened.

“I just got home,” Cen Xiao said, draping his suit jacket over his arm. He eyed Cen Wu suspiciously, then pinched the skin at the back of his neck and led him downstairs. “Come eat.”

The night was still dim. Cen Wu had barely slept but got up early. Lights flickered on one by one in the mansion, and the long white dining table was already set. The servants first brought Cen Xiao a cup of coffee.

At twenty-seven, Cen Xiao had taken over the family business even before graduating university.

Tall and lean, he was a mature man with sharp features. He didn’t particularly resemble Xie Guilan, but both shared striking looks and especially deep-set, intense eyes—dangerous and oppressive.

Last night, the old butler had informed him that Cen Wu had brought Xie Guilan home, which made him uneasy.

Xie Guilan’s complicated ties with the Xie family made him troublesome. Cen Xiao did not want Cen Wu associating with him.

Frowning, he wanted to ask Cen Wu about it, but Cen Wu kept his head down, burying his face in his bowl, eyelashes trembling with timid hesitation, avoiding his gaze.

He had never seen such a meek and obedient expression on Cen Wu’s face before—like a fragile little animal lost in human territory, nervously glancing for approval even while eating.

Damn it, it softened his heart.

“Why are you up so early today?” Cen Xiao’s tone softened.

Cen Wu fiddled with his spoon, fingers nervously tugging at his uniform, too embarrassed to meet anyone’s eyes. He stammered, “I… I’m going to school.”

Cen Xiao’s surprise was evident; it was the first time he’d heard this “young master” say he wanted to attend school. But since Cen Wu insisted, he wouldn’t discourage him. “Good timing. I’m heading to the company later. I’ll give you a ride.”

“Th… thank you, Brother.” Cen Wu was reluctant but forced a polite smile.

“Being polite to your own brother again?” Cen Xiao said, teasing as he offered him a fish dumpling, though his tone was indulgent.

Cen Xiao had purposely returned to check on him. After breakfast, he drove Cen Wu to school.

The black Maybach waited outside the school gates. Cen Xiao reached out, tousling Cen Wu’s hair. “Just have fun at school. Don’t work too hard.”

With him around, even if Cen Wu knew nothing, he could take care of him forever.

Cen Wu obediently replied, “I understand.”

Cen Xiao’s words were sincere, not sarcastic. When Cen Wu first read the novel, he had thought Cen Xiao might be a villain opposing Xie Guilan.

Rivalry between wealthy families and brothers was a common trope. Xie Guilan obviously threatened Cen Xiao’s inheritance.

But after finishing, Cen Wu realized it wasn’t the case. Cen Xiao genuinely cared for his younger brother, even when the original owner was difficult. That was why his disappointment ran so deep.

When Xie Guilan was taken back to the Cen family, Cen Xiao treated him well, trying to make amends and even inviting Xie Guilan to join Cen Corporation without resentment over sharing the inheritance.

“Brother,” Cen Wu summoned courage and waved goodbye. “Be careful on the road.”

“All right.” Cen Xiao raised an eyebrow, his cold eyes softening. Cen Wu had been brash all his life, but he could protect him. It was comforting to see his brother suddenly mature, even if it seemed unnatural. Still, Cen Wu’s usual state was like this, so he didn’t think much of it.

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After parting from Cen Xiao, Cen Wu headed to class.

Who would have thought that, at twenty-one, having finally graduated university, he was suddenly preparing for the college entrance exam again?

The original owner attended Huai Jing No. 1 High School. Xie Shangjing was in Class 2-1, while Xie Guilan and Cen Wu were in Class 2-3.

Huai Jing No. 1 was a prestigious school. Xie Guilan had entered with the highest city-wide exam score, but the original owner had only gotten in because Mr. Cen donated a building to the school.

“…The gap between people is greater than between humans and dogs.”

It was Wednesday. It had rained last night, and the sky remained overcast. Cen Wu arrived early; only the duty student was present.

The original owner sat near the aisle in the second-to-last row. Xie Guilan sat behind him, in the last row by the classroom’s back door, with a trash bin on the right.

Having barely slept last night caring for Xie Guilan, Cen Wu wanted to catch some sleep first. But as he reached the back row, he froze.

Xie Guilan’s desk was soaked, water dripping down, and the unfinished papers were drenched. The floor beneath was littered with trash.

So filthy that even the duty student refused to clean it.

Xie Guilan was high-achieving, good-looking, and tall—such a boy rarely got bullied.

But he always wore a cold expression, kept to himself, and no one knew where he went after school. Despite his uniform collar being faded from washing, he reeked of smoke, alcohol, and blood. He often came to school with injuries.

Cold and sharp.

Several boys in class disliked him, especially those close to the original owner, often dumping garbage and dirty water on his desk.

The worst incident was on the first day of sophomore year—someone had thrown a bloody dead rat into Xie Guilan’s desk hole.

The duty student was nearly terrified to the point of losing control.

Xie Guilan’s eyes were icy as he cleaned the desk wearing gloves, but the class kept whispering. Even knowing it wasn’t his fault, they couldn’t help but resent him.

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