Bo Jingzhou leaned calmly against the headboard, ignoring Ji Siyuan's words. His nonchalant demeanor showed no sign of anxiety caused by the situation.

This was different from what Ji Siyuan had imagined. He thought Bao Jingzhou would be afraid, panicked, or begging for mercy, but he followed calmly, just like he would in his own villa.

Ji Siyuan grabbed his face and gritted his teeth, "This kind of reaction makes me feel incompetent. Brother, are you not afraid at all?"

Bo Jingzhou was not angered by his actions, nor did he even bother to respond.

The more calm he was, the more hysterical Ji Siyuan became. He suddenly ripped open Bo Jingzhou's shirt, exposing the scar on his chest: "Brother, have you forgotten the pain after the wound healed?"

He pressed his fingertip against one of the scars, his nail digging in with force. Blood oozed out from under his fingernails, dripping onto the sheets. “Want me to help you remember? That basement back then…”

"Bo Jingzhou seemed to not feel any pain, his face didn't change at all: "It was indeed you who was outside at the time."

"Didn't you already know?"

"It was just a suspicion, now it's confirmed."

Ji Sichuan suddenly calmed down: "Do you think Gu Chenye and the others can find you?"

He withdrew his bloodstained hand, dug around in his pocket, then extended it before Bo Jingzhou, slowly spreading his palm in the face of the other man’s impassive coldness. Inside lay two smashed tracking devices: “Did you think this would allow them to find you?”

He sneered, "Brother, how naive can you be? This is a high-tech society now. No matter how small or hidden these things are, they can't escape detection. Or do you think you fooled me once and can keep playing me for a fool?"

The phone rang.

It belongs to Ji Siyuan.

He glanced at the caller ID, turned to answer the phone: "Dad."

"Ji Siyuan, you did a good thing, you f*cking did a good thing! I told you a long time ago that Bao Jingzhou couldn't stay, he couldn't stay! You had to go and hypnotize him, telling me it would be fine. Well, is it fine now? Did the hypnosis work? Or are you just going to hypnotize him into existence..."

Shouts of anger were mixed with the background noise of news broadcasts, and every now and then one could hear the two words "Lu Shi".

The tirade went on for a full five minutes, the voice on the phone delivered its final verdict: "This man, Bo Jingzhou, cannot stay. I've arranged for you to be sent back. Before you leave, clean things up. If there's another mishap this time, don't even think about coming back. Just stay in the country and die with him."

Ji Siyuan turned his head and looked at Bo Jingzhou on the bed, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, he walked back to the bed and looked down at his brother. "Do you know what Dad just said? He told me to kill you. Brother, you're cornered now. You're the head of Lu Corporation, and Lu Corporation is caught in a storm of illegal fundraising accusations. Whether you knew about it or not, you have to take responsibility for this. Prison, death, or come with me, choose one."

What Bo Jingzhou was most curious about now was the man he called "Dad." He asked nonchalantly, "How have these years been for Uncle Ji?"

"Uncle Ji? The man who died when I was young?" Ji Siyuan let out a 'huh'. "This, you'll have the chance to ask him yourself later. I can't communicate with him now."

“Didn't you just communicate with him, Ji Siyuan? Ji Shu is still alive, right? Manager Wang who tampered with the Thin Family's new project was also someone he recruited.”

This matter was only recently discovered. When Manager Wang came for the interview, he happened to encounter an unprecedented downpour in Kyoto. The rainwater flooded the subway station and submerged the trains. He struggled to get off the train and ran all the way to the company, long past the interview time. Besides being drenched like he had just been pulled out of the water, he was dripping with every step. As soon as he reached the front desk, he was stopped by the security guard.

It was because Kishiko gave him a back door that he managed to successfully get the job.

Because of him, I've never had a mother since I was little. He embezzled public funds, but do you know who he gave that money to? He gave it to your mother. And as his own son, I could only be sent to an orphanage to be bullied. If he had even a shred of me in his heart, he wouldn't have left me completely without any arrangements, allowing me to fend for myself," Ji Siyuan said with a wild and arrogant smile full of hatred: "Do you think if he were alive, I could have a father-son relationship with him?"

<< "Who knows what a deviant is thinking?" >>

"Don't you think I'm reluctant to hurt you, so you feel free to provoke me like this?"

"Don't say that to disgust me, I'm not interested in men."

"……" Ji Siyuan raised an eyebrow, as if he had heard the biggest joke: "You think I like you? You don't think I fancy you, do you?"

Bo Jingzhou didn't speak, obviously tacitly agreeing with him.

"Brother, how can you think so shallowly of me?" Ji Siyuan held his shoulder, looking at him seriously: "My feelings for you are deeper than liking, in my heart, you are another me."

“...”

“Life has many crossroads, and because of walking different paths, people become different. And you, are another me who chose a different path. If I had been adopted by the Bo family back then, my present would be just like yours. You said that you are another me, isn't that the most accurate description?”

"Different," Bo Jingzhou looked straight at him, saying bluntly, "No matter how many detours I take or how many choices I make, I can never become a deviant. Just on this point, the Bo family and you will always be on different paths. So even if I was blind back then and failed to see clearly, adopting you, you couldn't escape your fate of being sent abroad."

Ji Sichuan looked at him gloomily, then suddenly cracked a smile: "I still like the way my brother was in the basement, weak and helpless, not so sharp-tongued."

He shouted, "Come in here and give my brother a good massage."

As he spoke, he kept his eyes fixed on Bao Jingzhou, trying to see some fear or similar emotion on his face, but there was none: "Be careful, I don't want to be carrying a corpse on the road."

The room door swung open, and several people walked in from outside. At a glance, they looked like well-trained professionals: "Young Master Ji."

Bo Jingzhou looked out the half-open door. Besides these few, there were quite a few others as well.

Ji Siyuan gave him an innocent smile. "Bro, they're really professional. Enjoy yourself. I'm going to chat with Wanwan sister some more. You know me, I can't bear to see you suffer. I think I'd be too soft if I stayed here."

"By the way, I've already sent those pictures to Wanwan. But she doesn't seem worried about you at all. She's happily shopping with Nie YuCheng."