Chapter 599
Chapter 599
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 599
>Chapter Title: Trap
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“Thud!
A stick smashed into his arm, swelling it up quickly, but Li Huowang seemed not to feel it at all.
His handcuffed hands clasped together, Li Huowang slammed them into a caregiver’s chest with all his strength, sending the man rolling his eyes and nearly passing out.
At that moment, another caregiver lunged from behind, arms wide to wrap around Li Huowang’s waist, but Li Huowang grabbed his ring finger and snapped it into an L-shape. “Aaaah!!!”
Though bound hand and foot, Li Huowang held his own against six opponents.
Seizing a gap in their encirclement, Li Huowang yanked the handcuffs taut and looped them around a caregiver’s neck.
Amid the man’s screams and wails, Li Huowang tore off a strip of skin from his neck with his teeth, exposing the pulsing artery beneath.
His expression savage, Li Huowang chewed the bloody flesh, glaring at everyone in the room with the eyes of a man-eater.
The scene stunned the other caregivers. This unmedicated lunatic had handcuffs on and was still this ferocious.
For a moment, no one dared approach. They were just earning a salary—no point risking their lives.
“Get Wu Cheng in here to see me! Or don’t blame me for killing this guy!” Li Huowang pressed his teeth against the man’s sporadically throbbing artery.
“D-don’t get agitated! I’m going to fetch Dr. Wu right now—just stay calm!” One caregiver hurriedly soothed him before rushing out.
He hadn’t planned to go this far, but they had forced his hand.
Since they wouldn’t talk reason with him, he had no choice but to get rough.
Li Huowang eyed his surroundings, calculating his next move.
He knew this would bring endless trouble, but he had no choice. If he didn’t act while he still had freedom, he’d be utterly helpless once they caught him.
Soon, the sound of leather shoes approached. Wu Cheng entered the room, face grave, trailed by caregivers and doctors.
Seeing Li Huowang’s terrifying state, he murmured to a colleague beside him, “Just as I thought. Bed 16’s condition was only temporarily suppressed, not cured. Any stimulus brings it roaring back.”
Li Huowang knew that even if he accused Wu Cheng of plotting against him now, no one would believe him—they’d just think he was hallucinating. He needed someone to vouch for his innocence.
“Wu Cheng! Give me my phone! I’m calling Yi Donglai!” Li Huowang bellowed his demand.
“Alright, here’s your phone. Just stay calm.” Wu Cheng pulled out his phone, unlocked the screen, and approached Li Huowang.
Fearing a trick, Li Huowang stayed on high alert.
In this situation, it seemed Wu Cheng couldn’t pull anything. He calmly handed the phone to Li Huowang, then slowly backed away, facing him the whole time.
Li Huowang exhaled slightly and quickly opened the contacts, finding the number labeled Yi Shixiong.
Just as his thumb touched the name, the screen went dark. A powerful jolt of electricity surged from the phone’s metal casing, shocking Li Huowang and his hostage caregiver into violent tremors.
It was a trap! Wu Cheng had never intended to let him clear his name through Yi Donglai.
His body shaking uncontrollably, Li Huowang tried to drop the electrified phone, but it clung like glue.
In the next instant, the caregivers behind Wu Cheng—tools in hand—swarmed forward with nets, forks, and tranquilizers, piling it all on him.
As three syringes of pale yellow liquid were injected, Li Huowang—still struggling against the tremors—felt his senses fade, his expression turning vacant.
The last thing he saw was Wu Cheng drawing near, the corners of his mouth curving upward faintly.
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“Clang clang clang~ Clang~ Lift~ The young master returns from school, his words must be wrong~ Else why the quarrel between mother and son~ See the third lady sitting sullen in the chamber, tears streaming~.”
Dressed in silk, Lv Zhuangyuan sat in a chair, eyes half-closed, head swaying to the drawn-out singing on stage.
He looked like he was living the high life, but his face showed no enjoyment.
Suddenly, Lv Zhuangyuan sat bolt upright, jabbing a finger at the performers above. “Wrong! Wrong! The pitch rises too high there! What? That’s how it’s always been sung? Forget how it’s always been—sing it my way now! I’m the boss here, aren’t I?”
The troupe had sung for two hours, and Lv Zhuangyuan had nitpicked for one.
At least the actors sighed in relief as Lv Zhuangyuan finally rose to leave. It was noon—he was heading home for lunch.
Scooping up his young grandson, Lv Zhuangyuan strolled out of the theater.
No longer slinking like a street rat, he now strode proudly down the road’s center, baby in arms. He wasn’t low-class theater folk anymore.
“Sigh~ This is a life fit for immortals. Ah Mei, you died too soon. If you’d held out two more years, you could’ve enjoyed this too.”
At the gate of a sprawling three-courtyard mansion, Lv Zhuangyuan entered to find his eldest daughter-in-law, Luo Jinhua, seated grandly. The table beside her was neatly stacked with pastries and fruits, attended by two maidservants—one kneading her legs, the other pounding her back.
Lv Zhuangyuan’s face darkened as he unleashed a tirade. “Who told you to hire maids? Do you know how much that costs? Lunch is coming—why pile up all these snacks? Can you eat them all alone? Spendthrift woman, squandering money the moment we have it!”
“Dad, we earn money to spend it, right? Since marrying into the Lv family, I’ve trailed you all on the roadshows, living rough—never a day of comfort. Now that we’ve got money, can’t I finally enjoy some and make up for lost time?”
Emboldened since bearing a son, Luo Jinhua stood firmer against Lv Zhuangyuan.
“Enjoy? This isn’t enjoying—this is ruining us! Dismiss those two girls at once!”
As they bickered, Lv Juren emerged. “Dad, Jinhua, enough. Let’s eat first.”
But at the table, Lv Zhuangyuan’s mouth kept running—not enough dishes, too much oil.
Once he left, Luo Jinhua griped to her husband, bowl in hand. “What’s gotten into Dad? Carrying on like this every day—can we even live anymore? So annoying!”
Lv Juren shoveled a few bites, glancing at his father’s retreating back. “Dad’s toiled his whole life. Suddenly with nothing to do but enjoy himself—he’s just not used to it.”