Chapter 9. Demon Brother, Gong Heng 9

She could no longer see him as a brother; he was a man, a man who had plundered her. Two years later, he returned as a cruel man, one so heartless and unfeeling.

"Brother..."

"Still calling me brother?" He smiled faintly as he stroked her nose, "It's okay, I also like you calling me 'brother'. Your voice is soft and sticky, like a little paw scratching at my heart, it feels especially comfortable."

As he spoke, he took her small hand and placed it inside his shirt, over his chest, gently caressing it sporadically.

She stiffened slightly as she tried to withdraw her hand, but he gripped it tighter. His chest was firm, as hard as iron, yet when her fingertips brushed against the little round point on his chest, she subconsciously thought of something inappropriate, and her face turned crimson red.

Just then, the television that had been playing in the background suddenly switched to a news report. A female reporter announced, "Reliable sources disclosed that last night, the mayor suddenly suffered a stroke and was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. After six hours of resuscitation, he barely escaped from life-threatening danger, and remains in a coma. The doctors cannot give a clear response on when he may wake up..."

Mu Mian felt a shock run through her body as she inadvertently looked at Gong Heng beside her. His handsome face always bore a faint smile, "See, they have rescued him back."

His tone was very calm, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

She looked at him in disbelief, "That's Uncle Gong, your father!"

"I know."

"Don't you care about him at all?"

"Would he wake up if I cared?"

"You should at least go see him!"

"I will, but not now." He buried his head in her shoulder and kissed her earlobe, "We've been apart for too long, I don't want to do anything right now, I just want to be with you."

She did not want his company at all, not wanting to be with him in the slightest.

"If Uncle Gong dies, you'll regret it."

"He won't die," he said with certainty, "not now at least."

"...Why?"

She always felt there was an ambiguity in his words.

At that moment, Gong Heng's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and answered it.

"BOSS, the mayor has been confirmed to be in a vegetative state, we need your presence immediately."

"Got it," Gong Heng stretched out his long legs, tapping them rhythmically, appearing quite at ease. One hand wrapped around her waist, his gaze lingering on her anxious face, then he smiled gently and hung up the phone.

"You heard, he's become a vegetable, he won't wake up again. But he's not dead yet."

Mu Mian trembled inside, she did not recognize the person before her. He had caused his own biological father to have a stroke and turn into a vegetable, yet he showed no remorse, instead presenting a facade of detached tranquility.

How cold must his heart be to become so callous?

No, he was completely heartless!

A person without a heart, could you expect him to have any compassion?

No.

She grabbed his hand, pleading with him, "Will you go see Uncle Gong? Please take me with you."

"Sure," he agreed without a moment's hesitation, "but you need to change your clothes first."

She was still wearing her pajamas.