Rebirth Of Chen An

Chapter 201: Side Story: When He Was Still Chen Chang'an (II)

Translator: Flying Lines

Lu Feng answered standing by the window: “Yes, Uncle Chen.”

“Lu Feng, how long have you been by my side?”

“Ten years.” Lu Feng answered, with his eyes lowered.

Chen Chang’an turned sideward and glanced at the young man, a cold light coming into his eyes, “when I’m gone, everything I have will be yours.”

“…Uncle Chen, that won’t happen.” The young man’s lips quivered. The topic touched a soft spot in his heart.

Chen Chang’an got those wounds over ten years ago. Now they were taking their toll on him. With the power and resources he had, he could get the best treatment available. And given time, time for him to slowly recuperate, he would in no way die, even if he couldn’t get back to the prime of his life.

But ever since the death of his brother, Chen Chang’an had, consciously or subconsciously, refused to be treated. He worked without care for his own health.  Even if he had no health problems before, he would have them now.

The man was destroying himself. Others might not notice it, but Lu Feng, who was closest to him, couldn’t miss it.

The shadows in Chen Chang’an’s eyes increased. His eyes were still bright and could easily make those he looked at feel diffident, but they looked so heavy and tired. As if he would not wake up the next time he shut his eyes.

It frightened Lu Feng, more than fighting on the battle field with a gun ever did. He was afraid the man would go, and leave him behind.

“Arrange a flight. I’m leaving next week.”

Life on the island left Chen An feel irritable, not rested. Maybe he really needed to rest, but not here. It was too far from Changle here.

He wanted to go and see Changle; it had been a long time since the last time he visited his tomb.

“Doctor said you need at least three months’ rest.”

Lu Feng always took Chen Chang’an’s words as gospel. Yet this time, he did not do as the man ordered. This unexpected response caught the attention of Chen Chang’an, who turned and looked at him.

“Don’t let me say it again. Arrange a plane. I don’t care what the doctor said. Just do as I said, you got it?”

For the first time in ten years, Lu Feng refused to take his order. The glance Chen Chang’an cast towards him was chilling, and even though it was sunny and warm outside as ripples danced on the clear, blue sea, Lu Feng felt cold. Colder than he’d felt crouching on the rain-spattered street ten years ago.

“Uncle Chen, what am I to you?”

And for the first time, Lu Feng uttered the question that had been inside him for years.

A substitute for his brother Changle? A weapon without feelings? Or, perhaps, just a loyal dog.

Chen Chang’an didn’t answer the question at once. Instead, he observed, for the first time, the silhouette of the young man, whose expression he could not see clearly against the bright light outside. A strange feeling rose in him. But Chen Chang’an ignored it.

With eyes fixed on Lu Feng, his voice was cold, and there was no expression on his face as he said: “a good dog only needs to take its master’s orders.”

“That’s it?”

“You’re not behaving yourself, Lu Feng.” Chen An smirked, and with his head slightly tipped to one side, he said, “I don’t recognize the guards at the door. Who are they, your dogs?”

“It’s beautiful here on the island. But at the same time, I’m cut off from the outside world. Does it mean you’re tired of being the good dog that you were, and ready to bite your master?”

Chen Chang’an was a cruel man, to others, to himself, and to those around him.

Lu Feng really envy the dead Changle: he was gone but he got all the love that this cruel Old Fox was willing to give.

As for Lu Feng, he’d been by the side of this man for ten years. And as long as the Old Fox gave his orders, be it hell or high water, Lu Feng would go there for him. Still, he was only a good dog in the man’s eyes.

A dog that didn’t need to be talked to, to be loved, a dog that could take orders.

“I love you.” Lu Feng stated out of the blue.

For a moment, the room was quiet. There was a trace of hesitation in the look Chen Chang’an cast at him, as if he wasn’t sure whether Lu Feng was joking.

“If you love me, you should point a gun at your head now and pull the trigger. I will remember you, Lu Feng, as a pitiable traitor.”

The man said these words, cold and cruel.

He should have known─Chen Chang’an was a cold-blooded man without feelings. His love, his obsession, were just a joke in the man’s eyes.

Yes, the man was attractive; Lu Feng knew it from seeing more than one falling hopelessly for him during the ten years that he was at Chen Chang’an’s side. And all of them died in Lu Feng’s hands. When Chen Chang’an gave the order to kill them, Lu Feng took it with the hate for rivals in love.

And now, the scorn, contempt and spite were thrown at him. After those people had their share, now it was Lu Feng’s turn.

Everyone who confessed love for Chen Chang’an, there was only one name waiting for them: idiot.

Lu Feng looked up at Chen Chang’an. There was no warmth in the man’s eyes, which gave him the sudden impulse to break the ice there into pieces, and see whether there was any other emotions apart from the coldness.

He walked towards the man, step by step. Now he could see clearly, other things coming into Chen Chang’an’s eyes, such as suspicion, alarm, and anger.

Pretty. He’d never knew the man’s eyes could be so pretty when there were other things in them.

“I want you.” Lu Feng said. He was not asking for his opinion this time; he was stating a fact.

And he saw more anger coming into the man’s eyes, lighting them in fire, a fire that could burn Lu Feng to ashes.