Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1152: An Enemy Who Cannot Wait to Drink His Blood and Devour His Flesh

Chapter 1152: Chapter 1152: An Enemy Who Cannot Wait to Drink His Blood and Devour His Flesh

After that, Ni Peipei always secretly looked for the gentle lines of that boy’s face, the warm temperament in his demeanor.

Soon enough, she finally learned his name, Chen Jingyi.

He was too outstanding, a senior who many admired and looked up to.

Chen Jingyi’s background was not that great; his family was poor, with a younger sister in junior high and a grandmother who was not in good health.

But he was neither insecure nor downtrodden, possessing an unyielding spirit.

Ni Peipei’s heart had been stirred that Spring since her very first glimpse of him upon entering the school campus, diving headlong into the whirlpool named Chen Jingyi.

Feelings during that era were not as impetuous and bold as they are now, liking someone meant keeping it hidden in your heart, secretly savoring it.

Ni Peipei secretly watched Chen Jingyi for two years.

The year Chen Jingyi was admitted to Capital City University, she prepared to put an end to her two years of unrequited love.

At that time, Chen Jingyi was exceptionally brilliant in school, achieving top grades every year, and also an outstanding student leader, bringing much honor to the school; even the top official of Qing City had personally awarded him.

Despite his impoverished background, he was seen as a promising talent by many; over the years, Chen Jingyi had received numerous scholarships, along with financial aid offered by people who wanted to woo him.

This man was so outstanding that even girls who had little regard for their own dignity subtly confessed their feelings to him, only to be gently rejected by him.

Ni Peipei had no plans to confess to him.

She knew that Chen Jingyi would not like her back; among the girls who had confessed to him were many from families wealthier than the Chen Family, including daughters of officials and nobles.

On the day she was prepared to sever her two years of silent adoration, Ni Peipei went to a disco.

She ordered a draft beer in a quiet, deserted spot.

Her eyes red, she told herself, just indulge this once.

That very night, she witnessed how Chen Jingyi had his path to glory cruelly cut off.

How his family members were humiliated and tormented, and how he himself was trampled upon, forced to kneel in humiliation, his pride and dignity thoroughly stamped into the mud.

Ni Peipei would forever remember Chen Jingyi, once full of pride, trembling as he knelt before the enemies who laughed and tormented his family.

And she saw how he despairingly stripped away his own dignity.

Chen Jingyi had too much pride in his bones, and was too outstanding.

Had he been born into wealth, or even a moderately well-off family, he would not have been subjected to such envy and grudges.

When he entered Capital City University as the Number One Scholar of the province, his path was set towards a career in government; even without any connections, those wealthy and powerful benefactors from Qing City who had funded him over the years were all looking forward to his soaring success.

These benefactors would always mention Chen Jingyi in front of their children, hoping to present a good role model for them to strive towards.

Chen Jingyi’s excellence aroused the covert resentment of the children of the rich and powerful, unbeknownst to him.

They formed a clique, bent on punishing Chen Jingyi with vengeance.

The year Chen Jingyi got into Capital City University, his sister also got accepted into Qing City No. 1 Middle School.

Unlike Chen Jingyi’s handsome and elegant appearance, his sister’s looks could, at best, be considered average.

Ni Peipei saw Chen Jingyi’s sister for the first time in that disco, the girl lying in a pool of blood, with nothing on her.

Her body had terrifying marks of being bound and humiliated.

At that time, Chen Jingyi and his sister were in a private room undergoing a horrific ordeal, which, in theory, Ni Peipei should not have seen when she stepped out for a moment.

As she passed by that private room, she heard a familiar voice.

"Slut!"

Two words, an unclean expletive, erupted from an angry girl’s mouth.

The voice came through a small crack in the room door and reached Ni Peipei’s ears.

The voice was too familiar; an inebriated Ni Peipei stopped in her tracks, peeking into the room through the crack in the door.

She saw Chen Jingyi’s sister being bullied by a shirtless youth, the girl emitting faint cries for help.

Kneeling in the pool of his sister’s blood, Chen Jingyi was trampled on by five or six teenagers wielding baseball bats.

The girl standing in front of the sofa, clad in a black bodysuit, stared down at Chen Jingyi’s sister with eyes filled with malice, bullying her.

Even without being humiliated to this extent, Chen Jingyi’s sister, with eyes brimming with pain, looked at her brother being shamed. Ignoring her numb body, she crawled forward with her bloodstained hands scraping against the floor.

She cried out for her brother, pleading for help.

Her voice was weak, but Ni Peipei heard it all too clearly.

The youth standing behind Chen Jingyi’s sister grabbed her hair, pulling her back in front of him.

"Bitch, where do you think you’re running off to?"

"If you don’t make grandpa comfortable, I’ll throw you out onto the street!"

Amidst the filthy talk, screams also erupted.

The girl in the black bodysuit walked up to Chen Jingyi’s sister, "I don’t see any beauty in that face of yours, how dare you go after the man I fancy, without seeing what you really are!"

"I didn’t..." the girl retorted in a faint voice.

"Slap!"

Chen Jingyi’s sister received a slap across the face from the girl in black.

"Fuck, this place reeks!"

An elegant-looking youth sitting on the sofa spoke out in an impatient tone.

He stood up, holding his casual pants with his hand, his cold eyes turned to the girl still being harassed.

His gaze was sinister, filled with malice and chill.

He licked his lips, snickering, "The taste is nothing special."

Then he turned his attention to Chen Jingyi, who was kneeling on the ground, his face filled with anger, his eyes bloodshot, as if he wanted to kill all of them.

"Being a brother, he might be stronger than his sister."

Peeping from outside the door, Ni Peipei couldn’t understand the youth’s words.

However, the next scene shattered her to the core.

The youth who stood up from the sofa came to Chen Jingyi, touching him in a way that was filled with humiliation.

As those people tried to strip him, Chen Jingyi, who had his mouth gagged, struggled fiercely like a vicious wolf.

His resistance was so fierce that, even under the restraint of five or six people, he still managed to injure the elegant-looking youth.

This youth was the most influential person in the room, a scion of a leader’s family from Qing City.

The Chen Family had even sent gifts to him to climb another rung on the societal ladder, nearly giving away half of the family’s assets.

At the time, Ni Peipei didn’t know his name, but later she remembered it for the rest of her life.

Yu Kun, a nemesis she wished she could devour his flesh and drink his blood for.

It was he who crushed Chen Jingyi’s pride, branding a lifetime’s blemish on this rough jade that could never be erased.

Chen Jingyi struggled too ferociously, and Yu Kun’s patience ran out.

He snatched the baseball bat from someone beside him.

"Thud!"

Chen Jingyi’s head was struck hard, and he slowly collapsed into the bloodstain.

Watching the person she loved, uncertain if he was alive or dead, Ni Peipei’s heart ached, and she wished she could rush in to stop it.

But she dared not enter.

Most of the people inside were familiar to her.

A scion of a top leader’s family from Qing City, a local tycoon’s daughter, and the sons and daughters of nobles who, although not high-ranking, held significant clout.

Every one of them was someone Ni Peipei couldn’t afford to provoke.