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ENTER THE INFERNO
Racing to find a cure to Xie Xue’s illness, He Yu and Xie Qingcheng’s investigation into the forbidden drug RN-13 grows riskier with each new clue they discover. Along the trail of murdered professors and missing young women they uncover an unconscionable crime, and those responsible for it will stop at nothing to bury the truth.
Even worse, the shadowy forces are eager to get their hands on the unique powers of He Yu’s blood toxin. And despite his unwillingness to accept his former patient’s feelings for him, Xie Qingcheng refuses to let He Yu face this great peril alone.
404 pages, Paperback
Published June 10, 2025
“Xie Qingcheng, I’m begging you, please take yourself seriously. Back there in the mountains, you know, if that bullet landed in your heart instead of your arm—you would’ve died just like that, right in front of me. I really…”
I really would’ve lost it. Murder, slaughter, dismemberment, arson—you name it, I could’ve done it.
He Yu’s mood lifted again at Xie Qingcheng calling him “little devil,” but he turned away, schooling his face to hide it.
Many of the girls were wearing revealing cosplay outfits. Xie Qingcheng wanted to tell them, on behalf of their parents, to wear a jacket. The paternalistic straight man cancer inside him insisted that it was simply disgraceful for young girls to dress like this.
“What are they wearing?” he muttered, frowning.
“It’s cosplay,” He Yu said.
He Yu smiled at her, typed a few words on his phone, and showed it to her. The girl peered at the screen in bewilderment and then looked up, astonished.
The words on the screen were: “Sorry, he’s my boyfriend.”
“I’m a hacker,” replied He Yu.
“A hacker who doesn’t know how to enter a subway station.”
Was he flirting? He Yu imagined tearing open his throat and kissing his searing blood. He wanted that.
He Yu put his hand on the railing that Xie Qingcheng had just been holding, where some of his warmth still lingered. For a moment, He Yu really felt that his love was far too pathetic.
He Yu looked back at him in a daze, his heart pounding. He’d found himself caught off guard when Xie Qingcheng reached out to touch his forehead, just like the time he’d gotten that tattoo in middle school and Doctor Xie had gently touched his feverish temple with his laptop.
Now, Xie Qingcheng was the one trying to figure out what unknown changes had befallen He Yu.
Xie Qingcheng took off his coat and tossed it over the sleeping youth. Then, swiftly and steadily, he drove to the front entrance of He Yu’s home.
Gritting his teeth, Xie Qingcheng examined the report again. Some writing faintly showed through the back of the page, so he flipped it over. The once-spotless page was filled with lines and lines of the words, Xie Qingcheng, I’m sorry.
He’d used pens of various colors, and the handwriting was sometimes neat, sometimes messy. It didn’t look like everything had been written in one sitting; it seemed like He Yu had jotted down these sentences at different points in time.
The housekeeper sighed. “What could we say? We know that taking medicine like this can’t be good for his health, but at least he’s getting by one day at a time. It’s not like before, when the young master’s flare-up made him so miserable that he fell out of a window…”
Xie Qingcheng stared in astonishment. “He fell out of a window?”
Of course, he knew who He Yu had tidied up that room for. He also knew full well who that guest who never showed up was. As his thoughts churned, he remembered the handful of messages he’d received from He Yu back then. He Yu even sent him multiple texts in a row.
“Doctor Xie, I’m sick,” he said. “Xie Qingcheng, I’m sick."
“Because I love you! Xie Qingcheng…” He Yu’s shoulders shook, his tears dripping like rain. “I love you. It’s because I’ve fallen for you, I’ve fucking fallen in love with you, do you get it? Do you?!”
“Ge…I really love you so much,” he concluded, forlorn.
He Yu knew that holding Xie Qingcheng was like holding snow, that kissing him was like kissing frost, that loving him was like drinking poison wine; all of it was destined to end in unrequited heartbreak.
Xie Qingcheng was at a complete loss. He Yu was like an exquisite million-dollar glass statue that would shatter from a single careless word. He’d never be able to pay back the cost if it broke, so he didn’t dare touch it without thought.
He said he loved him.
Dammit.
How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this?
“I would love you if you were a woman. I’d love you even if you were my dad, much less an uncle.”
Xie Qingcheng found He Yu’s sweet talk utterly absurd.
Xie Qingcheng realized he’d been tricked.
He Yu wasn’t Li Ruoqiu. He wouldn’t obediently listen to Xie Qingcheng’s lectures point by point. Not only would he talk back, he would even set traps for him.
“The most important part of love is ‘I love you.’ Without those words, it’s nothing at all. You need to have love before you can talk about responsibility. What are you doing otherwise, giving charity?” He Yu didn’t mince his words. “That was your relationship with Li Ruoqiu. You didn’t love her at all, and that’s where you were in the wrong. You felt guilty, so you played along and stayed with someone you didn’t love, hurting you both in the end. You turned your own marriage into an act of service. Who are you to tell me I don’t understand love?”
“With you, I’d be willing to be condemned to death any number of times,” He Yu insisted. “If reincarnation exists, I’d gladly die with you a thousand times—a million times! As long as in one of those lives, you’ll believe that I really do love you.”
It was truly beyond comprehension. Doctor Xie had no clue what to say.
He Yu, on the other hand, had said his piece. Now that he’d expressed his deep love and innermost emotions, he wiped his tears again and pulled himself together.
“So, Xie Qingcheng, now that you know the truth, you won’t blame yourself anymore, right?” he asked.
No, Xie Qingcheng blamed himself even more than before.
He wouldn’t ask for much at all—as long as Xie Qingcheng knew about his love and let him be good to him, He Yu would be so very obedient and tame.
An entire damn day had passed, yet He Yu’s words were still echoing in his head.
Goddammit! He couldn’t understand the nonsense young people spouted.
As far as other people were concerned, Wei Dongheng was a troublemaker. She was the only one who knew better. Although he had a foul mouth, he was good at heart. He could even be a bit silly in a way she found very endearing. By contrast, her brother was rigid and old-fashioned. If he found out that she was dating Wei Dongheng of all people, he would probably…
She didn’t dare finish the thought.
You say you’re in love with an uncle? Very well then, you can come and keep that uncle company while he partakes in health-conscious activities for the middle-aged. Experience the generational gap for yourself before you say such things again.
“Forget it,” Xie Qingcheng said. “I’m hardly bothered by your childish behavior. But you must understand—no matter what you do, I’ll never develop feelings for you. Your actions are a complete waste of time and energy.”
“No. Time I spend on you is never wasted. Thank you for allowing me to keep you company.”
Finally, he tilted his face to the side. On the street flashing with neon lights, beneath the cover of the coat, he closed his eyes and kissed Xie Qingcheng on the lips.
The recording Chen Man showed him had occupied almost the entirety of his mental CPU, and He Yu’s appearance was like an annoying pop-up window showing up when his whole system was in the process of crashing. Xie Qingcheng was quite irritated with him right now.
“He Yu, Chen Man is a kid I’ve known for over twenty years,” Xie Qingcheng began, his voice somber. “I’ve known him even longer than I’ve known you. I don’t know what he did to confuse you, but from my understanding of him, he isn’t that kind of person. I don’t believe there are that many brats who like to romance their uncles, but even if there are, I don’t think I’d be so unlucky as to run into not one, but two. What a double helping of fortune!”
“This performance of ‘My Heart Will Go On’ is dedicated by Mister He to his Rose. Happy birthday, Miss Rose.”
Before he could finish, He Yu took out a cake from the paper bag he’d brought with him. Xie Qingcheng was still traumatized by the last cake He Yu had given him. When he ate it on Neverland Island, he’d had a severe allergic reaction and had to go to the hospital to get an IV.
Chen Man was someone who’d been raised in normal society. No matter how deep his feelings for Xie Qingcheng, they were only one part of the whole.
He Yu was different. He only had Xie Qingcheng. All the love that he carried in his body, everything he’d had in his entire life—he had entrusted it to Xie Qingcheng alone.
“How will you get out after I leave?” he demanded. “You just want to sacrifice yourself!” The glow of the flames seemed to gild He Yu’s face in a layer of gleaming light. His eyes were searing, resolute, and gentle—and also a bit unhinged. “If you won’t leave, I won’t leave either. Xie Qingcheng, I told you once when our lives were on the line: I’m not afraid of death. If you die, then there won’t be anyone important to me left in this world. I don’t know how many times I have to say it before you’ll believe me.” He Yu paused before continuing emphatically, “You’re not expendable. I can’t live without you. I can lose my life, but I can’t lose you. If you want to die, then we die together.”
Hidden within Meiyu Hospital was a secret of his that He Yu didn’t yet know about. When Xie Qingcheng remembered that secret, then reread He Yu’s message with all its unguarded passion, he felt like something heavy had rammed into his ribs. His heart, which had just begun to thaw, grew cold and silent once more.
You kissed me, so I’ll be sure to look after myself. Because I know you’ll kiss me a second time, a third time, a thousand more times in the future. When I think about that, I love this world so much—so much that death would never be able to take me away. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. I love you.
“It doesn’t look as if this treatment will act slowly,” the hospital director was saying to Xie Qingcheng, “unlike the one you prepared for her, where all these years have passed and she’s still…”
“Chen Yan, you’re only just in your twenties. Your life is still ahead of you. You know as well as I do that Xie Qingcheng’s more than a decade older than you. He could be your uncle. Do you think it’s appropriate for you to say you like him?” He Yu calmly lectured him. “Your age gap is clear as day. It’s not realistic. Would you date a woman a decade older than you? No? Then, of course you couldn’t be with Xie Qingcheng. And a relationship between two guys is unstable by nature.” After a pause, he added, “This isn’t any of my business, but since I saw everything that happened in the basement, it’s my duty to warn you, given our friendship. I hope you can understand your feelings, and do what’s best for you.”