Bite the Prayer Beads in Front of His Adam's Apple

"Don't touch that string of beads." The entire capital knew that the string of Buddhist beads around the neck of Fu Chenyuan, the heir to the Fu family, could not be touched. Those were the precepts he had practiced for twenty years, their aloof divinity, and the boundary between him and the world of mortals. Until he picked up a young boy covered in blood on a rainy night. The young man's name is Shiwu. He has a pair of wet eyes. He will curl up next to the futon and fall asleep when he is chanting sutras. He will gently pull the corners of his sleeves when he is restrained. Fu Chenyuan made an exception and kept him by his side, giving him protection, pampering, and everything - except touching the string of Buddhist beads. Everyone said that Mr. Fu had the best-behaved bird. Until the Fu family's sworn enemy organized a Hongmen Banquet, Shi Wu was publicly made things difficult for him. Fu Chenyuan stood up while twisting his beads, but before he spoke—— Shi Wu suddenly raised his hand and, in full view of everyone, hooked the string of Buddhist beads that never left his body. Then he stood on tiptoe, bit the top one, and put it in front of Fu Chenyuan's rolling Adam's apple. Amidst the soft sound of sandalwood breaking, he chuckled against Fu Chenyuan's ear: "Mr. Fu, your prayer beads... Seem not as sweet as mine."