They didn’t converse much. Yilsuo quickly got into his car and drove out of the hotel. Di Qi truly wanted to find something unappealing about him, but she couldn’t.
Finally, when they were alone, she moved closer to the front of the car, her hands caressing his waist and sliding upward. Yilsuo had no reaction, as if she didn’t exist – Di Qi knew he knew.
“Guess who’s here, Yi-l-suo?”
Yilsuo didn’t even turn his eyes: “You’ve made an irreparable mistake, you foolish creature.”
“Oh – is that so?” Di Qi said lazily, her hands touching his body. She knew exactly what he liked, what kind of movements, what kind of sounds, what kind of force.
Yilsuo’s gaze and expression finally changed, not with desire and temptation, but with displeasure and anger. He was truly provoked, with fire in his heart, not his body. Di Qi was also provoked; how dare he remain indifferent to her seduction?
She gritted her teeth, seducing him as if for revenge.
Yilsuo suddenly braked and turned his head, his eyes full of disgust.
Di Qi had never seen such disgust, as if she were something dirty and disgusting. She had no mood to feel if she was hurt; her heart was already filled with anger. How dare he show disgust at her performance?
Yilsuo struck first, grabbing her hair with one hand, opening the car door with the other, and forcefully throwing her outside.
“Killing you would dirty my hands,” Yilsuo said coldly, throwing her out.
Outside was a main street in a noble area. She was thrown to the ground, indeed like trash. She hatefully got up, glaring at his car’s shadow – was she supposed to passively endure this extreme injustice and helplessness?
“You’re arrested, ma’am. Your violation record has reached thirty-five times,” several guards appeared, speaking to her.
She looked at them, glaring. Was this the result?
“It’s nothing, this is my newly purchased servant, no need to worry,” a voice floated over.
A very familiar voice. Di Qi was shocked, looking at the person who drifted over. Xianyousa? When did he arrive?
“Your Highness Xianyousa!” the guards bowed respectfully. “Why are you here?”
Xianyousa smiled gently: “This is my newly bought slave. I’ve come to collect her. I accidentally lost sight of her just now.”
“But… she’s on the deportation list…” the guards stammered.
“It’s nothing. I’ll handle this matter. Please excuse me,” Xianyousa’s eyes and lips curved.
Compared to Lord Xianyousa’s charm and request, who cared about a blacklisted commoner? The guards left, and Di Qi was temporarily safe.
Di Qi looked at Xianyousa, feeling unease as she did when she first met him. Her situation and this encounter were strange and embarrassing. She felt like a ball, being kicked around.
“Di Qi, long time no see. How have you been?” Xianyousa smiled softly.
“I’m… fine… I don’t… know how to say…” Di Qi stammered.
“Oh?
“Xianyousa seemed to see through everything, his smile very tolerant: ‘You actually want to see Yilsuo, don’t you?’
Di Qi remained silent. She didn’t want to admit it, nor did she want to lie to someone so sacred.
Xianyousa never pressed or interrogated: ‘I’ve heard a bit about Yilsuo. Do you hate him?’
Di Qi took a long time to respond: ‘I… don’t know…’
She should hate Yilsuo, but when asked, she felt she might not hate him completely, though she was very angry and resentful.
‘Di Qi, you don’t need to hate Yilsuo. It’s not his fault,’ Xianyousa smiled, his long silver hair floating in the wind, incredibly beautiful: ‘Have I or Yilsuo told you about the taboos Fucks once violated and the punishment he received?’
Di Qi felt vaguely uneasy: ‘Some… were mentioned…’
‘Well, Yilsuo has received the same punishment as Fucks – he can no longer cherish you.’
Di Qi said nothing.
Xianyousa pointed to his head, smiling: ‘Here, controlling all human thoughts and emotions. Every part, every nerve has its own control area. Emotions too. If you remove or modify the area controlling ‘love’, a person will lose that feeling.’
Di Qi still said nothing, wondering if this was possible.
Xianyousa seemed to see through her thoughts: ‘Such a thing, humans cannot do, but gods can. Our mother is such a god. God probably wants her children to love only herself, so Fucks was punished and underwent surgery, and Yilsuo too.’
Di Qi was extremely shocked.”
“Fucks’ punishment will be heavier, Ilso’s might be lighter,” he pointed to his brain. “Only modifications were made, setting him to hate you. Dichi, you are not wrong, Ilso is not wrong either.”
Dichi was at a loss. “This… this… Are you saying I should accept all this? Should I live my life like this?”
Xian Yousha looked at her. “Dichi, it depends on your heart’s intention.”
“My heart’s intention?”
Xian Yousha placed her hand on her heart and said deeply, “Ask your heart, what do you want to do, Dichi? The heart is a more powerful existence than the brain.”
Heart more powerful than the brain… Dichi murmured this phrase and, after a long while, slowly said, “I want… I want Ilso!” There could be no more audacious ambition and desire—this was stealing God’s lover, but she thought it and said it out loud.
Xian Yousha laughed. “Dichi, your heart is very strong. As long as you have a strong heart, you can overcome everything.”
Dichi clenched her fist, trembling nervously. “What… what difference would this make? I am not a god.”
Xian Yousha extended her index finger, placing it on her lips. “What difference, Dichi! I think you can make Ilso fall in love with you again.”
Dichi stepped back in fear. “You… are you serious?”
Xian Yousha slowly walked towards her. “Fucks underwent such surgery, but he could make himself love himself.”
Why can’t Ilso fall in love again with someone he once loved?”
Dichi’s eyes widened, the moon hanging overhead, illuminating the light in her eyes.
“Dichi, Ilso saved your body, and you must save his love. Tell me, Dichi, are you willing to work hard for this?”
“Yes, I am willing!” Dichi no longer trembled, her gaze as firm as a rock: “I am willing to give everything! Xian Yousha, please help me!”
She knelt before Xian Yousha.
Xian Yousha smiled: “Of course, Dichi.”
This room is filled with small statues of Ilsuo, made of precious materials, each one shining brightly and lifelike.
Even without light, this room is radiant, so different from that room with her clay statue that remains dim even with lights on – this is the difference between her and Ilsuo.
“It’s perfect, isn’t it, Ilsuo?” Xian Yousha asked.
Dichi nodded, murmuring, “There could be nothing more beautiful.”
With such beauty alone, he could conquer the world, and yet the gods also granted him admirable wisdom, awe-inspiring power, and a pride both loved and hated. Detestable Ilsuo.
“Yes, I wish he could have such qualities,” Xian Yousha also murmured.
Dichi said nothing, just staring at Ilsuo, always stunned by his beauty. However, while this room is brilliant because of his existence, it lacks living vitality.
He is merely an isolated artwork, not Adam after meeting Eve.
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If only he could have the same vitality as the room next door, how terrifyingly perfect that would be. Is this why God does not allow him human emotions and soul?
Xianyousa floated out and then back in, placing her clay statue next to Ilsuo’s statue. Instantly, the room’s atmosphere changed, like an ancient legend where a goddess breathed life into a clay figure, bringing everything to vibrant life.
“Wouldn’t an Ilsuo with a soul be more wonderful?” Xianyousa drifted through the room, her voice like a heavenly melody.
“Ah, yes…” Dichi lowered his head, a smile in his eyes and on his lips – her Ilsuo.
