The Madman and The Doll

Chapter 4

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"Moving to boarding school?"

In the Qin family's large study, Qin Liang looked at Song Chengjun unexpectedly, and then his gaze fell on the girl holding his hand.

"Is this Song Shu's wish?"

"Yes." Song Chengjun said, "Dad, Xiaoshu is a very sensible child, so I am embarrassed to bring it up myself. But she is actually quite afraid of Qin Lou, and I can't bear to see her like that, so I would like to ask you to allow her to go to boarding school by herself..."

"You can't go in. Mr. Qin and Mr. Song are talking about something - Master! Master!"

In response to the call coming from the corridor into the study, the door of the study was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a thin young man stood behind the double doors with a fierce look in his eyes.

Then the servant hurriedly chased after him and quickly bowed to Qin Liang in the study, "Mr. Qin, I didn't stop you..."

"Well, don't worry about him. You can go out." Qin Liang waved his hand.

"yes."

The servant breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked away quickly.

Qin Liang frowned and looked at the boy, "What are you doing in the study?"

"… I?"

Hearing the voice, Qin Lou slowly withdrew his gaze from Song Chengjun. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a hint of rebelliousness was revealed in his casualness.

The young man walked in as if taking a stroll.

"My 'doll' was about to be snatched away, so of course I had to come and see who was doing this..."

Qin Lou took his last step and stopped in front of Song Chengjun. He looked up at this adult man who was much taller than him, and his thin lips turned a layer of light red with anger, and the corners of his lips were raised, with a sharp arc.

This smile seems to be able to cut people.

--court death

He made silent lip movements to connect the missing ending.

Song Chengjun was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot.

He was the only son-in-law of the Qin family. Everyone respected him in the company and in the social circles. When had he ever been provoked like this? Moreover, the one who provoked him was a teenager.

Song Chengjun didn't even think about it, he reached out and grabbed the boy in front of him by the collar and wanted to teach him a lesson.

"Sungkyunkyun."

The voice of Mr. Qin came from behind. Although Qin Liang didn't say anything, the warning in the name was self-evident.

Song Chengjun's figure froze.

After a few seconds, he let go of her hand with a stiff smile, "Qin Lou, uncle is a little emotional because he is worried about Xiaoshu, please don't mind it."

"…Mind? I won't."

Qin Lou smiled and raised his hand. His half-rolled-up sleeves were still wrapped in ugly bandages and bows. He looked at Song Chengjun with a lazy smile and slowly straightened his collar, which had been wrinkled by the other party.

Then the young man raised the corners of his eyes slightly, grinned, and there was a crazy smile in his eyes.

"I have a grudge and I will take revenge, why do you mind?"

Song Chengjun's face changed and he almost lost control.

"Okay, Qin Lou." Qin Liang stopped him, "Are you here for Song Shu's matter as well?"

Qin Lou looked back, "Yeah."

"Your uncle said Song Shu doesn't want to be with you. She's a little scared of you. Did you bully her?"

Qin Lou raised his eyes lazily, "You believe what he says? Who is he?"

Song Chengjun turned around angrily, "I am Song Shu's father!"

"Hahahaha..." Qin Lou laughed loudly upon hearing that, pointing at Song Chengjun like a madman, "You? Hahahaha - you can be considered a father just because of you?"

"Qin Lou!"

Song Chengjun's face suddenly turned red, as if he had been slapped in the face.

Qin Liang said, "Qin Lou, that's enough."

The laughter echoing in the study suddenly stopped.

The young man, who was bent over with laughter, slowly straightened up. He rubbed his face and his eyes were distracted, as if he was not the one who was laughing wildly in the last second.

The young man half-closed his eyes and glanced across the study room—

Qin Liang held his forehead with a complex expression, Song Chengjun's eyes were filled with disgust, fear and retreat, and Song Shu...

The corners of Qin Lou's mouth suddenly curled up.

His doll stood quietly beside Song Chengjun. It raised its head at some point and was looking at him.

There was still no impurity or emotion in those eyes, only his pure figure.

She just looked at him without saying a word.

This little clam shell that can't be pried open...

Qin Lou suddenly wanted to laugh.

A laugh that came from the bottom of his heart, and for the first time in his life, he wanted to follow and feel real joy.

“… Since she says she’s afraid of me, let her choose for herself.” The young man suddenly spoke.

Qin Liang asked uncertainly: "What did you say?"

Qin Lou looked up, "My side, or the other side - where to stand, who to follow, let her choose for herself."

Qin Liang thought for two seconds and nodded, "Chengjun, do you agree?"

Song Chengjun took two deep breaths and slowly suppressed his fluctuating emotions.

He forced himself to smile, "Of course, Dad, I definitely respect Xiaoshu's opinion."

After Song Chengjun finished speaking, he turned around and looked down at the girl he was holding in his hand, "Xiaoshu, did you hear what Grandpa Qin said?"

“…” The girl didn’t speak.

Song Chengjun secretly held the girl's hand tighter, and his voice still sounded gentle.

"You don't like going to No. 2 Middle School, right? It's okay, Dad understands."

“…” Still quiet.

Song Chengjun showed a satisfied look, but he quickly restrained himself and put on that respectful look again when he turned around and faced Qin Liang.

"Dad, you saw it too. Qin Lou didn't dare to tell her..."

The voice hesitated.

Song Chengjun was a little uncertain, and he subconsciously looked down at his hand - he mistakenly felt that the girl's hand in his palm seemed to feel a little bit of pulling force in the opposite direction.

But it seems... not an illusion.

Song Chengjun's face changed slightly.

"release."

In the quiet study, the girl's voice sounded soft and hoarse.

"--Xiao Shu?" The unexpected situation made Song Chengjun's expression a little distorted. He forced a smile and bowed, "Why are you suddenly--"

"release."

The girl's voice was low and soft, but so calm that it made people feel firm and unshakable.

She raised her head, her delicate face expressionless.

His eyes were empty and cold.

"release."

“…!”

During the last repetition, Song Chengjun involuntarily let go.

He even took a step back.

There was dead silence in the study for a few seconds.

The adults were a little stunned.

The boy leaning against the desk suddenly laughed.

He stood up straight, his expression and steps as joyful as a little madman who was ready to dance at any time.

The boy walked a few steps to the girl's side and stopped. Then he leaned over and made an exaggerated gentleman's salute like a clown.

The boy bent over almost 90 degrees, with his bandaged left hand stretched out in front of the girl.

He raised his head, laughing wildly and crazily.

"Dear doll, can I invite you to come with me, a lunatic?"

The girl looked at him, her delicate little face blank.

After a few seconds, she slowly nodded.

"Um."

The girl's slightly cool, petite hand rested on the boy's palm.

Then it was suddenly tightened.

"Yes, sir."

The boy had an exaggerated clown-like smile on his face.

"--My doll."