. For better for worst . . QAQ .

He knew he couldn't escape so he should go to xiajie and let him know they had been busted....

Or he could just tell Anying to coax Hanze into forgetting about it... After all the youth could calm the monster with a few heartwarming whispers and whimpers...

"Ah... That was Before." He mumbled in realization.

Now Anying didn't have his memories... And he wasn't going to interfare in their relationship nah... He still loved his fair neck.

But... Other than that the only option he had left was telling yanlye to coax Hanze even if it was less effective. But that was like smashing his feet with a stone.

"Ah!.... Fine!.". He tugged at his hair fustratedly.

He gave up and fished out his phone to call xiajie in a whiney tone.

They would just endure the upcoming punishment together for better for worst. .QAQ.

....

Ten minutes after entering the bathroom, Anying came back out fully clothed with his hair still damp, flushed skin and glistening lips.

Now he was on fresh clothes consisting of a grey t-shirt and black pants which he found on the towel stand.

Ha... It was probably left by that demon yet he was even unable to appreciate it.

Though he regained a tiny bit of strength from soaking in a hot bath, it didn't mean his stomach wasn't grumbling and he wasn't wobbly from nutrient deprivation.

He was hungry... His last meal was on the morning of his wedding in the Hei household ah..

"And worst...". He scanned the whole room and added"I am already bored.".

When was Hanze even coming back ha!. The monster locked him indoors as if he was a baby... With no food technology nor water to drink!. really?... Water...

"I can just get it form the sink." Yeah that was solved but what about the tyranny of hunger in his flat stomach and the boredom which he hated.

A tired sigh escaped his lips as he dragged his feet to the shelf that was taller than him.

Anying traced the neat surface with his fingers.... His books... Works and documents where gone.. even his deeds...

Wait.

Documents.

Anying panicked a bit when that word slipped past his consciousness again. He quickly ran to the bedside and drew the drawer close to it open... And unfortunately it was,

". Empty....". He said... Disbelief edging his tone.

His face paled further from panick.

He told his friends not to touch those documents.

"How... Then...w--what happened to them!".

Those documents where the ones he used for purchasing the country large island coated in his qi.

He bought that island as earlier said, to house his friends and followers for their world trabel!.

Now the documents were Missing...

Nononononono....

He had to calm down and think properly!.

"Ah right... Maybe xueCheng kept it for me... right?... Why am I even breaking a sweat?...". He said shakingly.

Now he was both pale from hunger and fear... Fear for his island being stolen.

No "take that negative thought out!.". He scolded to no one in particular but his brain.

First he was going to reach xueCheng... He must still be around. Yes...

After confirming then would he be at peace or wreck havoc... He couldn't imagine what he would do when he found out the millions worth island he had equipped with his own his own hard earned money got stolen no....

He got up and dashed to the door intending to go confirm his hypothesis with a beating heart... Only to twist the doorknob and find out it wasn't budging...

His heart sank...

"How could I forget...".

Yes.. how could he forget he was locked... Ah it was the adrenaline rush of panick..

His heart sank further... Now he didn't know if his island was still safe or if it was already owned by someone else...

And he didn't even know when Hanze was coming back.

"Damn it!.". He cursed and began banging the door frantically... Forgetting he had little strength left... Well the after effects would come latter when the adrenaline in his veins had cooled off.

"xueCheng!." He called loudly yet no one answered him but xueCheng heard...

Causing him to abruptly end his call with xiajie and hurry to anying's doorstep almost running. After getting there, He stood in front of the door contemplating.

What should he do?.

Even if he wanted to open the door, he wouldn't dare becauee as earlier mentioned, he loved his fair neck. and he couldn't even open it when Hanze's qi held the lock firmly like that.

And also he couldn't hold a conversation with the other... After all he knew Hanze was controlling the sound waves.

He could only purse his plum lips and listen to anying's panicked voice with worry etched on his face.

"xueCheng!. Jimeng... anyone out there!..". Anying continued banging yet heard no desired response.

He continued banging though... Until thirty minutes later when his strength was depleted.

By then xueCheng he didn't know was listening to him has already left silently to sit back on the chair inghe living room dejectedly.

That was when he slumped on the floor and began sobbing because of frustration.

"W-why... Why am I even enduring this!.. what is causing this?!....". He lamented tugging his now dry raven golden hair.

Well the sharp pain that followed made him realize he was hurting himself... And doing so wouldn't solve the problem at hand.

And to think he was hungry and extremely weak yet he wasn't getting thinner.

"Ha!...". He scoffed internally and propped himself up from the ground after coming to he conclusion that staying on the cold floor might give him a fever.

Anying walked to the bathroom and flung the door open as if it was the inanimate object that caused his misery... ~sigh~...

After which he went to the mirror and began staring at the downcast reflection of himself staring back at him.

Raven gold hair, red soft lips, black eyes... An oval small face and little nose..

Ah... Plus the tears streaming down his face...

Now that he had finished thinking and crying and banging the innocent door... He felt the hunger in his intensify and as if in cue.. his stomach growled.

Anying pouted and looked down at his stomach fondly... Then without further Ado, he brought his hand to it and began rubbing it slowly while mumbling.

". Have patience okay... You'll be filled soon...".

Hmm...

He then removed his hand and opened the tap. After which he splashed his face with water...

"Sigh*... I'm..... Hungry..... Husband Hanze.... Cold... Hanze... Bully Hanze... Meanie Hanze why don't you come back and give me food...". He grumbled.

I guess his hunger sickness was kicking in... Because he tends to be adorable and often mumble nonsense and mature when hungry ah... So cute.

He walked out after washing his face and headed straight to the bed... He intended to wait and ask Hanze for food and freedom when the latter came back.

After all he wanted to know where his documents where... And if Hanze didn't give him food he could just escape the room and go take some in the kitchen or fridge.

And ~sigh~... here we go again.