Chapter 8: What to Do When You Actually Enjoy Being Scolded!

Finally, Fu Jiapeng managed to break free from Fu Jiahua’s restraint. Fu Suiyu had already vanished without a trace.

"Fu Jiahua, have you lost your mind? She is nothing but an interloper who stole someone else's nest, yet instead of dealing with her, you come here to bully me?"

"Who is bullying you? I am merely stopping you from causing trouble. That person is off-limits. I’m warning you today: you are not to touch her. Empty out everything in that little infirmary of yours. From now on, stop acting insane and performing organ surgeries on things at the drop of a hat. If you don’t listen to what I say..."

"Sooner or later, I will burn your place to the ground."

Fu Jiapeng stared at Fu Jiahua in disbelief. "Fu Jiahua, are you sick? You’re actually threatening me for the sake of an outsider?"

Fu Jiahua was truly too tired to listen anymore. He grabbed a pear and shoved it into Fu Jiapeng’s mouth. Then, casting a glance at him, he turned and walked away. He had no desire to waste any more time on this fool. Unless the filth on Lin Yu was purged, any effort they made would be in vain.

Fu Suiyu hadn't gone anywhere else; her destination was Fu Jiapeng’s infirmary. She had forgotten—the place was filled with innocent little animals. Her third brother had once held noble aspirations, only to have them twisted by that otherworldly creature, turning his medical expertise into a means of harming others.

Fu Jiahua had originally intended to leave, but seeing the direction Fu Suiyu was heading, and noticing Fu Jiapeng following behind her, he hurriedly gave chase. Fu Jiapeng had become too dark lately, hiding away in his infirmary all day. At first, they thought he was just practicing his skills, but they later realized he was merely venting. They would issue a warning, and Fu Jiapeng would forget it the next moment. There was no helping it. This time, he would see if Fu Suiyu had the mettle to handle him.

Fu Jiapeng was practically manic, pointing at Fu Suiyu. "You—why did you set them free? They are my patients!"

"Wake up! 'Patients'? If you had a doctor like you, you’d be reported and jailed in a heartbeat. Patients? You’re delusional."

Fu Suiyu’s eyes were red as she stared at him. "I wanted to give you a chance, but have you ever changed? No. It started with mosquitoes and flies, then laboratory mice, then cats and dogs. Is the day coming when the one lying on that operating table will be a human being?"

Fu Suiyu seemed to be transported back to those days when her soul was imprisoned. After her parents passed away one after another, Lin Yu had used her system to seize the opportunity to worm her way into the hearts of her four brothers. In the end, all four of them had become fish on Lin Yu’s hook, each meeting a tragic end. Her eldest and second brothers were thrown into the sea to feed sharks for Lin Yu’s sake. Her third brother ended up in prison, and her fourth brother fled abroad, only to be killed by international armed forces.

Only Lin Yu remained unscathed, inheriting everything from the Fu family and enjoying it all.

Fu Jiapeng was meant to be a doctor, meant to heal the sick and save lives—not to use his beloved scalpel to hurt people just to satisfy Lin Yu’s vendetta! The more she spoke, the more agitated Fu Suiyu became. Her eyes were wet, and tears rolled down her cheeks like beads from a broken string.

She didn't forget to keep lecturing Fu Jiapeng. "I know you doubt my authenticity now. After all, I’m surprised I’m still alive myself. I am someone who has died once; the current situation is completely unexpected."

Fu Suiyu’s gaze landed on Fu Jiahua and Fu Jiapeng. She looked at both of them. At the same time, Fu Jiahua and Fu Jiapeng, after observing her demeanor, exchanged a glance and silently lowered their heads, not daring to look at her.

Fu Suiyu continued, "Second brother is foolish enough to keep a girl locked up in a small villa all day. Is that how Mom and Dad taught you to love someone? You spent so many years by their side, and you still haven't learned how to love?"

"And furthermore..." Fu Jiajin and Fu Jiapeng both shuddered.

"Fu Jiapeng, who gave you that scalpel? What were their expectations for you? Do you want me to repeat them for you? If Aunt knew you were this kind of person, insulting that scalpel so deeply, she’d surely crawl out of her grave just to give you a proper thrashing."

When Fu Suiyu finished speaking, Fu Jiapeng was stunned. He looked past her at the door. He hadn't even told his eldest brother the password—how could this so-called sister know it?

Fu Suiyu gestured to the room. "I’m telling you now: if I find you harming small animals again, I will tear this place apart. Changing the password won't help you. No one can stop me from entering a place I want to enter."

With that, Fu Suiyu left.

Fu Jiapeng scanned the room and then looked at Fu Jiahua. "Fu Jiahua, why does it feel good to be scolded?"

"She acts exactly like Mom."

Fu Jiahua clicked his tongue. "What kind of pervert are you? Someone yells at you, and you find it satisfying?"

"I... I just felt like I was seeing Mom. Only she would dare to treat me like that."

Fu Jiahua was speechless. He never expected that in Fu Jiapeng’s eyes, being scolded would be a good thing. Of course, he also breathed a sigh of relief. Fu Jiapeng held no ill will toward Fu Suiyu. Truth be told, he wasn't worried about Fu Jiaxuan anymore; he was much more concerned about Fu Jiapeng.

Fu Jiapeng was simply too unpredictable, and he had been hanging around Lin Yu for too long. He was terrified that Lin Yu would end up destroying him.

Returning to his senses, he realized Fu Jiapeng was staring at him with a probing look. He felt inexplicably guilty. "Why are you staring at me?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"You."

He walked away after saying that. Fu Jiapeng kicked something, staring at his retreating figure. "Fu Jiahua, you’re the real pervert!"

***

Fu Suiyu was in her room, crying her heart out, when a knock at the door suddenly sounded. She didn't know how Lin Yu had managed to return. Leaning against her vanity, she stared at Lin Yu with a guarded expression.

With no one else around, the aura Lin Yu exuded was distinctly different, yet it felt familiar to Fu Suiyu. After all, that soul had been by her side for fifteen years; sometimes, Fu Suiyu felt as if she had been thoroughly marinated in that scent.

Lin Yu curled her lips, observing Fu Suiyu as if she were an animal in a cage. "How truly curious. You actually didn't die completely!"

"Have you forgotten? Your parents were killed by me too. You dare to come back? I think you really don't want to live anymore."

Fu Suiyu wasn't angry; she knew what Lin Yu’s true goal was. But she decided to act in the exact opposite way. "Sister, what are you talking about? Suiyu doesn't understand. Weren't Mom and Dad killed by bad people?"

Lin Yu didn't quite believe this explanation. She suddenly burst into laughter, her voice laced with a faint, mechanical undertone. It sounded inexplicably chilling.

*Fu Suiyu’s internal monologue: This person is completely unhinged.*