Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1122: The Kidnapping Case Fifteen Years Ago, Orchestrated by the Witch Clan

Chapter 1122: Chapter 1122: The Kidnapping Case Fifteen Years Ago, Orchestrated by the Witch Clan

Wei Linchen’s eyes revealed shock as he asked hoarsely, "Was it them who saved you that year?"

Indeed, things were spiraling out of control.

What he feared most was that his second brother’s return this time was entangled with the Witch Clan.

There is no such thing as resurrection from the dead. After so many years in the Mysterious Studies World, he knew all too well that the only way to cling to a wretched existence in this world was to refine the deceased into puppets.

Fu Yuheng’s lips slightly curved upwards, a lazy smile appeared on his face as he said nonchalantly, "To be precise, the people who kidnapped us and tried to kill me that year were members of the Witch Clan.

The person who tried to kill me turned me into a puppet. Before they could take the next step, our family found you in time. The reason those kidnappers were not caught was because they had been dealt with by the Witch Clan, to prevent their deeds from being exposed."

His indifferent tone about the matter hit Wei Linchen’s ears like thunder, and a fierce killing intent emanated from his entire being.

"So it was the Witch Clan! No wonder, no wonder..."

No wonder the police lost the trail of those criminals back then, as if they vanished into thin air.

Wei Linchen narrowed his eyes, the abyssal black within them deepened as he gritted his teeth and asked Fu Yuheng, "Why did the Witch Clan kidnap us that year? With the Fu Family’s influence in the south, once their identities were exposed, given the love father and our still-living grandfather had for you, the Witch Clan would definitely face the Fu Family’s thunderous wrath."

More than a decade ago, when the two young masters of the Fu Family were kidnapped, Old Master Fu was still alive.

Upon hearing that his beloved grandson had died, the old man couldn’t bear the strain on his health and passed away within two years.

Back then, the three young masters of the Fu Family were mature, gentle, and somewhat mischievous respectively.

The most favored was the second young master, Fu Yuheng, who had a mild temper at a young age, like a warm jade.

If at that time the family had known that it was the Witch Clan who had acted against Fu Yuheng, even if they had not stepped into the Mysterious Studies World, they would have done everything in their power to offer a substantial reward to Mystic Masters to severely damage the Witch Clan.

Fu Yuheng paused the hand he had placed on Wei Linchen’s head, a hint of complexity appearing in the depths of his dark eyes.

Wei Linchen pulled his hand from his head, clasped his cool palm, and asked again, "Why did the Witch Clan kidnap us?"

He had a strong intuition that his second brother knew the truth.

Fu Yuheng lowered his gaze, staring at their clasped hands, his lips slightly upturned, "Xiaojin, it’s all in the past, there’s no point in pursuing it further."

A smile uglier than crying appeared on Wei Linchen’s face as he shook off Fu Yuheng’s hand and pulled him by the collar to his eyes.

His eyes filled with an intense fire, his voice cold and grim, "I want to know! Second brother, do you have any idea how much pain I’ve been through all these years? Do you know they made me carry this shackle for over a decade? After all this time, I still have nightmares every night!

Every day, I dream about how you were brutally killed by those people, how your...parts were thrown into the gutter like trash. I was cowardly, I was useless, but now I want to take revenge with my own hands!"

Upon learning that the Witch Clan was behind the scenes, Wei Linchen’s hatred for them burned fiery hot.

His anger didn’t affect Fu Yuheng, who over the years had tucked away the hate deep within the dark corners of his heart, mastering the art of composure.

However, seeing his younger brother’s anguished, tearful expression, he patted Wei Linchen’s shoulder with a sigh, and spoke slowly, "Xiaojin, do you remember when we went out of town during summer break and you fell seriously ill?"

The sudden shift in topic left Wei Linchen bewildered, he asked, "When was that?"

Fu Yuheng’s pale lips curled, "Three months before we were kidnapped."

Wei Linchen frowned, "Is this related to that incident?"

If it wasn’t relevant, his second brother wouldn’t have mentioned it out of the blue.

Fu Yuheng nodded, "Yes, when you were in the hospital, you underwent a comprehensive examination—not just a blood test, but a thorough check of your internal organs as well. The problem lies there."

Wei Linchen’s grip on Fu Yuheng’s collar unwittingly weakened.

His eyes widened, his face reflecting a mix of panic and fear about the impending revelation of the truth.

He whispered, "Is it... because of me?"

"They wanted your organs and blood; the kidnapping and ransom were just a smokescreen. That’s why they didn’t kill you later."

Fu Yuheng revealed the truth, watching as his brother collapsed to the ground, his body trembling, a trace of pity flashing deep in his eyes.

He bent down to forcefully pull Wei Linchen up off the ground, supporting his arms, and said with a heavy tone, "It’s all in the past now. I didn’t think you would become a Mystic Master. If you were just an ordinary person, I would never have told you the truth. It’s enough for you to be aware of some things in your heart."

"Why, why did it have to be this way?!"

Wei Linchen’s voice trembled, filled with undeniable guilt and self-blame and a towering rage towards the Witch Clan.

He had thought that with his second brother’s return, even as a living dead, he could finally shed the heavy shackles that had oppressed his heart for years.

Yet, after learning the truth, he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

It was all because of him!

Wei Linchen’s hands shook as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket. He wanted to calm down, but his trembling fingers couldn’t even hold onto the cigarette box.

He looked down at the cigarettes at his feet, lacking the strength even to pick them up.

Fu Yuheng picked up the box for him, drew a cigarette, and placed it at Wei Linchen’s lips, jokingly saying, "Xiaojin has grown up now, even taking up smoking."

His voice was laughing, filled with teasing.

The affection for his younger brother was clear in his words.

Wei Linchen clenched the cigarette between his lips, his mind in turmoil, his chest filled with rage like a soulless zombie. He didn’t catch his elder brother’s playful words.

Seeing him like this, Fu Yuheng sighed softly and fished out a lighter from his pocket.

A clear sound echoed.

A flame flickered before Wei Linchen’s eyes.

His rationality returned, and he took a deep drag of the lit cigarette, trying to pinch it as his hand continued to shake uncontrollably, like Parkinson’s had taken hold.

Fu Yuheng held his hand, his voice soothing, "Xiaojin, it’s been so many years; you really don’t have to blame yourself. Just remember that you are my brother, that’s all."

He did not regret standing up without knowing the whole story back then.

Even after being dead for many years, he never felt a moment’s regret.

Turning into a puppet hadn’t taken away Fu Yuheng’s distinguished air. He still carried the aura of the youth from years ago—full of scholarly fragrance, nobility, and abstinence.

Wei Linchen twirled the cigarette between his fingers, bringing it to his lips for a deep inhale. The thin, curling smoke blurred his face, which looked even paler than Fu Yuheng’s.

Not blame himself?

How could he not blame himself!

His self-righteousness over the years, and the complacent self-satisfaction from the relief he felt deep inside after his second brother’s return, all made him acutely aware of his own despicableness and selfishness.