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Chapter 34

March 12, 2025 / / 0 Comments

       Qian Xiaoke hadn’t slept this soundly and comfortably in a long time.  

       Even though he had been living in his previous place for over a month, he still couldn’t fully relax and rest, constantly feeling anxious and on edge.  

       In fact, Qian Xiaoke really envied those who could afford to buy a house. He knew that owning a home wasn’t everything, but for people like him who worked and lived away from their hometowns, renting always came with a sense of drifting, as if nowhere was truly home.  

       But he also understood that, let alone buying a house, with his current financial situation, even being able to rent a decent place was already fortunate. Thankfully, he was lucky enough to have met a good boss.  

       Qian Xiaoke slept soundly, completely unaware that it wasn’t because of his good boss, but because…  

       Jiang Tongyan was woken up by Qian Xiaoke’s alarm—a cheap, old-fashioned alarm clock he had bought online for 12 yuan, with a sound so loud it could practically take a person’s life.

       The moment the alarm rang, Jiang Tongyan jolted awake in shock, almost sending his skull flying up to the ceiling. He sat up abruptly, nearly knocking Qian Xiaoke, who was in his arms, onto the floor.  

       Qian Xiaoke had long been accustomed to the alarm and didn’t react much. The only reason he got startled was because of Jiang Tongyan.  

       “What are you doing?” Qian Xiaoke frowned, his little face scrunched up in confusion.  

       Jiang Tongyan was also in a daze, his nerves frazzled by the alarm.  

       It was Qian Xiaoke who came to his senses first and turned off the alarm.  

       “Why didn’t you leave last night?” Qian Xiaoke tilted his head at him, then raised a hand to rub his eyes vigorously.  

       After he finished rubbing his eyes, he accidentally caught sight of a certain part of Jiang Tongyan’s body. Instantly, he let out a soft ‘Hya~!’ and shyly turned away.  

       “What are you ‘Hya’-ing about?” Jiang Tongyan got out of bed, calmly straightening his clothes and pants. “You’ve already touched it, what’s with the innocent act?”

       “That’s different,” Qian Xiaoke chuckled. “That was for treatment. We were in a doctor-patient relationship back then. How can it be the same now?”  

       Jiang Tongyan also laughed. “Then what’s our relationship now?”  

       Qian Xiaoke turned slightly and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. Only when he confirmed that Jiang Tongyan had put his pants on did he turn back around.

       “A debtor-creditor relationship,” Qian Xiaoke said. “You still haven’t paid me for crashing at my place before, and now you’ve slept in my new home and on my new bed. I need to calculate exactly how much you owe me!”  

       Jiang Tongyan rolled his eyes where he stood, too speechless to respond.  

       Qian Xiaoke sniffed. “I need to take a shower. I have work later.”  

       He felt like he smelled like stinky tofu. Plus, when he woke up just now, it seemed like his hand had been gripping Jiang Tongyan’s… unspeakable part.  

       Ugh, it was a complicated feeling.  

       “I need a shower too,” Jiang Tongyan shamelessly said. “You got your stinky tofu all over me last night.”  

       “How dare you say that? Who was the one insisting on eating it?!”  

       “I don’t know.” Jiang Tongyan walked out. “I’m showering first!”  

       A new home, a new bathroom, and yet the first person to use it wasn’t the owner, Qian Xiaoke, but the freeloading Jiang Tongyan!  

       Qian Xiaoke was a little unhappy, but in the spirit of being a ‘kind and considerate person’, he lowered his head and let it slide.  

       Jiang Tongyan was secretly pleased and even called out to Qian Xiaoke, “What am I supposed to wear after my shower?”  

       He remembered that Qian Xiaoke should have some of his clothes here. After their first failed attempt at doing it, Qian Xiaoke had left wearing Jiang Tongyan’s clothes.  

       “I’ll look for them,” Qian Xiaoke said. “Hurry up and shower, I need to get to work.”  

       Jiang Tongyan obediently turned and went into the bathroom.  

       Qian Xiaoke really did find the clothes Jiang Tongyan had given him to wear before, but they had been stuffed at the bottom of a box all this time. Though they had been washed, they were a bit wrinkled.  

       He felt a little embarrassed. Not only had he not returned them, but he had let them become like this.  

       Even though he knew full well there was no iron in his house, he still wandered around, hoping to find something to use instead.  

       Before he could find anything, Jiang Tongyan came out.  

       “What are you rummaging around for?” Jiang Tongyan stood there with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “Why don’t you even have a bath towel in your house?”  

       Qian Xiaoke, holding Jiang Tongyan’s clothes in his arms, turned around to look at him. “They’re expensive, and there’s no real use for them. A regular towel is good enough.”

       Jiang Tongyan could not refute it.  

       Their lives were simply too different—they were people from completely different worlds.  

       At that moment, a thought suddenly crossed Jiang Tongyan’s mind: If he and Qian Xiaoke got together one day, would it be Qian Xiaoke accommodating him, or would he be the one accommodating Qian Xiaoke?  

       Could two people from entirely different worlds trying to be together really lead to a good outcome?  

       Jiang Tongyan felt a little lost.  

       But now was clearly not the time to dwell on such thoughts.  

       He said, “Let me put on some clothes first.”  

       Jiang Tongyan covered his important parts with a towel and walked toward Qian Xiaoke. He then asked wickedly, “Why aren’t you feeling shy?”  

       “Why should I be shy?” Qian Xiaoke remained completely unfazed by the so-called ‘macho man stepping out of the shower’ scene. He casually shook out Jiang Tongyan’s shirt and commented, “It’s a bit wrinkled.”  

       His voice dropped toward the end of the sentence—feeling a bit guilty. The shirt was honestly in an embarrassing state, and it was his fault, though not entirely.  

       After parting ways that day, Qian Xiaoke never expected to see this man again. Besides, his own clothes were all cheap market buys. His T-shirts cost twenty or thirty yuan and weren’t anything precious. He could toss them on the sofa without worrying about wrinkles. But Jiang Tongyan’s clothes? Couldn’t touch, couldn’t fold, couldn’t even look at them the wrong way.  

       So this was what brand-name clothes were like? Like this?  

       Having never owned any, Qian Xiaoke was bewildered.  

       Jiang Tongyan glanced at the shirt Qian Xiaoke handed over—wrinkled beyond belief, making his head hurt. But in the end, he reluctantly decided to wear it.  

       He didn’t have much of a choice anyway. It was clear there were no other options.  

       And so, the refined and polished Jiang Tongyan transformed into the scruffy and unkempt Jiang Tongyan.  

       The shirt issue was settled, but another problem arose.  

       “Qian Xiaoke, do you… have large-sized underwear?”

       Now, that was a soul-searching question.  

       Qian Xiaoke pursed his lips and glanced at a certain part of Jiang Tongyan’s body.  

       “You wearing mine… doesn’t seem appropriate.”  

       Jiang Tongyan thought: No way. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t fit into them!  

       With his nearly 1.9-meter height compared to Qian Xiaoke’s 1.75 meters, their sizes weren’t even remotely compatible. If he tried wearing Qian Xiaoke’s underwear, it’d probably cut off his circulation.  

       “Then I don’t have any,” Qian Xiaoke said. “You’ll just have to go without.”  

       Fine, I’ll just accept my fate.  

       Ever since meeting Qian Xiaoke, Jiang Tongyan had been through all kinds of situations. His life experience had definitely been enriched. He figured that one day when he was old and flipping through the memories of his life, the most exciting chapters would all be written by Qian Xiaoke.  

       Qian Xiaoke—what a legend.

       After dealing with Jiang Tongyan, Qian Xiaoke rushed into the bathroom for a quick shower. Since he had no idea where to find a good breakfast stall near his new place and didn’t want to take any chances, he took the initiative to invite Jiang Tongyan to have breakfast at his place.  

       Jiang Tongyan asked, “Do you even have ingredients?”  

       Qian Xiaoke shook the pack of instant noodles in his hand.  

       Jiang Tongyan really wanted to refuse. However, his mouth completely ignored his brain’s protests and blurted out, “Sure.”  

       Excited, Qian Xiaoke rubbed his hands together—finally, a chance to showcase his cooking skills.  

       “Do you have a pot?”  

       Of course, Qian Xiaoke did!

       He had a small cooking pot—worked like a charm, but it was a pity he couldn’t use it at his previous place.  

       Fresh out of the shower, Qian Xiaoke’s hair was still dripping wet as he grabbed the instant noodles and dashed into the kitchen. Jiang Tongyan stood there watching him move around, watching the droplets from his hair slide down onto his shoulders and soak into his shirt. Without realising it, he started to smile.  

       All those thoughts about lifestyle differences.

       All those concerns about coming from different worlds.  

       Suddenly, they didn’t seem so impossible to overcome.  

       Qian Xiaoke’s world was actually kind of interesting. At least right now, Jiang Tongyan didn’t feel like he was accommodating anyone at all.  

       And so, on this fresh and pleasant morning, the two of them shared a bowl of instant noodles—boiled and eaten with spoons because all of Qian Xiaoke’s noodles had been crushed to bits.  

       Qian Xiaoke’s apartment had a small dining area with a modest square table. The two of them sat across from each other.  

       Jiang Tongyan found the whole scene a bit ridiculous—he had never seen anyone eating instant noodles with a spoon before.  

       “What are you laughing at?” Qian Xiaoke looked up at him.  

       “I’m laughing at you,” Jiang Tongyan said. “Laughing at how dumb you are.”  

       “Why are you picking on me first thing in the morning?!” Qian Xiaoke pouted. “Can’t you say something nice for once?”  

       Jiang Tongyan suppressed a smile and looked at him. “What’s there to compliment?”  

       Qian Xiaoke pursed his lips and thought about it. It seemed that there was really nothing.  

       He fell silent, looking dejected as he continued eating his breakfast.  

       Jiang Tongyan hated seeing him like that. After a moment’s thought, he said, “Your cooking skills are actually pretty good.”

       “Huh?”  

       “Huh what?” Jiang Tongyan said. “I just complimented you.”  

       Qian Xiaoke froze for a second, then broke into an arrogant grin. After laughing to his heart’s content, he said, “Jiang Tongyan, you’re such a tsundere!”  

       Jiang Tongyan frowned. “Of course. I’m excellent—why wouldn’t I be proud?”  

       “Not proud1jiāo’ào! It’s Tsundere2àojiāo!” Qian Xiaoke said. “Don’t you know what ‘Tsundere’ means?”

       Even if Jiang Tongyan didn’t, he wasn’t about to admit it. He couldn’t let Qian Xiaoke think he was an idiot.  

       If a fool thought he was a fool, then what did that make him? A double fool?  

       What kind of nonsense was that?  

       Swiftly changing the subject, Jiang Tongyan asked, “What time should I come over tonight?”  

       “Huh?” 

       “What do you mean by ‘huh’? Don’t think you can get out of this,” Jiang Tongyan said. “Last night, you fell asleep halfway through—I’m keeping track of that debt.”  

       “Oh!” Qian Xiaoke suddenly understood. “Last night was an accident. Let’s start earlier tonight so that I won’t fall asleep again out of boredom.”

       Bored?

       Jiang Tongyan instantly caught onto the key point.  

       “You were bored? While you were touching me?”

       Qian Xiaoke knew he had said something wrong and hurried to coax him. “Ahh, no, that’s not what I meant! I misspoke. You can scold me!”

       He blinked his big eyes at Jiang Tongyan. “If scolding me isn’t enough, you can hit me too!”  

       Faced with this version of Qian Xiaoke, Jiang Tongyan was utterly helpless.

       He was done for. Completely and utterly done for. He had been completely wrapped around this careless idiot’s little finger.  

       For what?  

       What was the appeal?  

       His poverty?  

       His sharp tongue and lack of brain cells?  

       Jiang Tongyan was filled with regret. He should have hooked up with that flight attendant at Zhou Mo’s birthday party. If he had, Qian Xiaoke wouldn’t have had the chance to take advantage of him.  

       But it was too late for regrets. Not only had Qian Xiaoke taken advantage of the situation, but Jiang Tongyan had also sunk into this mess so deep he couldn’t get out.  

       Qian Xiaoke watched the man sitting across from him, whose face was twitching weirdly as he ate. He wondered if something was wrong with him. Should he suggest that Jiang Tongyan go to the hospital for a check-up?  

       Did Jiang Tongyan even have domestic health insurance?

       The two of them sat across from each other, eating breakfast, each lost in their own thoughts—completely out of sync.  

       Once they finished eating and Qian Xiaoke cleaned up, they left the apartment together.  

       As they stepped out, Qian Xiaoke casually mused, “I wonder what kind of neighbour I would have. Hopefully, they’re easy to get along with.”  

       “What kind of neighbour do you hope for?” Jiang Tongyan asked deliberately as they entered the elevator.  

       Qian Xiaoke pursed his lips, seriously considering it. The more he thought about it, the redder his ears became.  

       Jiang Tongyan raised a brow. “What are you thinking about?”  

       His ears were red—surely, it wasn’t something decent! Probably something dirty.  

       Qian Xiaoke smiled shyly. “I’m thinking about my neighbour.”  

       Jiang Tongyan chuckled. “Thinking what about your neighbor?”  

       “I was just thinking… it’d be great if my neighbour were a hot guy,” Qian Xiaoke mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of his T-shirt. “I read a novel once where the protagonist ended up with his neighbour.”  

       Jiang Tongyan instinctively straightened his back.  

       “I like younger tops,” Qian Xiaoke continued. “Ideally, someone in their early twenties, a bright and sunny type. Someone who could go out and set up a street stall with me at night to make money!”  

       Jiang Tongyan’s smile instantly vanished.  

       “Why?” he demanded. “What’s wrong with a mature, successful man? Wouldn’t that save you at least fifty years of struggling?”  

       “That’s not for me,” Qian Xiaoke said matter-of-factly before launching into complete nonsense. “Marrying into a rich family sounds great, sure, but I could never handle the life of a wealthy housewife. Too much pressure! What if they expect me to have kids? I definitely can’t deal with that! I’d much rather be with someone I can struggle and grow with—supporting each other, facing hardships together, and weathering every storm side by side! Chairman Jiang, don’t you think I’m absolutely right?”  

       Jiang Tongyan was so furious he nearly saw red. The urge to strangle this little bastard surged through him.  

       He snapped, “Qian Xiaoke, shut the hell up!”

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Chapter 2

March 10, 2025 / / 0 Comments

       Lu Cheng never called him by his name directly, yet he had silently recited those two words in his heart countless times. If he were a devout monk, chanting scriptures with such sincerity every day, he might have already attained enlightenment. Unfortunately, he had never been able to achieve true fulfillment.  

       He and Qin Mu had a contractual relationship. Every right and obligation laid out clearly in black and white. But emotions—those could never be written down with such clarity.  

       Lu Cheng had been introduced to a BDSM Club named ‘East Coast’, and upon stepping inside, he was instantly captivated by Qin Mu’s exceptional ropework. Rashly, he rushed over to flirt and strike up a conversation, only to be rejected. It was only then that he learned the man was a well-respected figure in the scene—known as ‘Pharaoh’. From that moment on, Lu Cheng did everything he could to get close to him, exhausting all his connections until he finally secured a favour from Fang Mingyan, which allowed him to become Qin Mu’s sub.  

       Qin Mu was a nearly perfect dom—highly skilled, versatile, professional, and trustworthy, with an impeccable sense of boundaries in their sessions. By the second time Lu Cheng underwent his training, he was already thinking about establishing a long-term intimate relationship. But he knew that Qin Mu had only taken him in as a favour to a friend. For Lu Cheng, their weekly Friday meetings were soul-stirring dates; for Qin Mu, they were probably nothing more than routine obligations.

       Lu Cheng was well aware of the principle that to spark a man’s desire, one must first capture his interest. But no matter how much effort he put in, he failed time and time again. Qin Mu remained unmoved—he adhered strictly to their contract, vanishing after every Friday session, ignoring Lu Cheng’s advances in real life, and never once crossing the line during their scenes. Frustrated, Lu Cheng began to doubt his own attractiveness. Only after asking around did he learn that ‘Pharaoh’ was famously abstinent—he rarely engaged in actual sexual relations with his subs.  

       Faced with such an unyielding man, Lu Cheng had no idea where to even begin. He hung his whip on the wall and let out a heavy sigh.

                     The days in late autumn were growing shorter, and by the time Qin Mu returned to his apartment, the sky had already turned completely dark. As he pushed open the door, the motion-activated lights gradually flickered on. Hearing the noise, two cats peeked out from their climbing frame. The white-haired, blue-eyed ragdoll leaped down gracefully; it walked up to him and let out a soft meow in greeting. The other cat, a chubby ginger tabby, lazily flicked its tail before flopping back down.

       Qin Mu changed into his indoor slippers and hung his suit on the coat rack by the entrance. After washing his hands, he grabbed a handful of cat food and poured it into their bowls. The ragdoll approached, its tail brushing lightly against his leg. Qin Mu reached down to stroke its head, eliciting a low and contented sound from its throat.

       Its name was Beiwei—North Latitude. It had been a gift, and he had raised it for five years. Affectionate and friendly, it loved human company. The ginger cat, Dongjing—East Longitude—had been a stray he had rescued a year ago. Back then, it had been nothing but skin and bones. Its left ear was torn from a fight with other strays, and its body was covered in scabs and patches of ringworm. Now, its skin disease had long since healed, and its orange fur was sleek and shiny, though it had grown absurdly fat. Likely a victim of human abuse in the past, it was wary of people and only got along with Beiwei. It barely acknowledged Qin Mu, not even bothering to look pleased during meals.

       Fortunately, Qin Mu was a laid-back owner. He let the cats roam freely and rarely forced interaction, allowing them to do as they pleased. Because of this, they got along harmoniously.  

       With the cats fed, it was time to take care of his own dinner.  

       Qin Mu tied on an apron and rolled up his sleeves. He took out ingredients from the fridge and began prepping.

       His stomach was sensitive, so even though he lived alone, he never skimped on proper meals. He diced button mushrooms, onions, and bacon, then sautéed them with peas and tomatoes into a thick and rich sauce. He poured it over perfectly cooked spaghetti, topped it with a layer of mozzarella, and slid it into the oven.

       220 degrees Celsius. Fifteen minutes.

       A piping hot and fragrant baked pasta emerged from the oven. The delicious aroma drew Beiwei over. It jumped onto the table and curled its paws in front of the bowl. Then, it watched him eat in silent expectation.

       Qin Mu lived in the heart of K City, in a spacious two-hundred-square-meter apartment on the fifteenth floor. His open balcony faced the river, where the dark waters of the Jialan River divided the city’s glittering skyline into two shores. The scattered lights from boats on the water looked like fallen stars from the heavens.  

       He ate dinner and browsed the news. He then went through case files sent by his legal assistant and secretary and reviewed the legal provisions and cases. After that, he exercised for an hour at the gym, took a shower, and was in bed before ten-thirty. He read before sleep, and when he had time, he played video games.

       On nights without court cases or social engagements, Qin Mu lived with a strict routine—like a train steadily moving along its tracks, neither fast nor slow, everything in its proper place.

       To him, solitude meant complete control over his life. There was no need to deal with unnecessary social interactions and no need to consider others’ thoughts or emotions. He felt relaxed and comfortable.

       Just as Qin Mu was reading with a cat in his arms, his phone rang. A familiar client was calling to consult about acquiring a private equity investment firm. By the time he had analysed the matter from the perspectives of cost, transition period, and regulatory review and had tactfully advised against the acquisition, more than half an hour had passed. The client trusted him and decided to put the proposal on hold.

       During the call, several missed calls had come through—all from Zhou Yi, his business partner. Qin Mu called back, and the call was answered almost instantly. Zhou Yi’s voice was tangled in chaotic background noise and was trembling slightly. It felt that even through the phone, Qin Mu could feel the barely suppressed panic.

       “Teacher Xiao had an accident. He was just sent to the ICU. His skull is fractured. It doesn’t look good.”

       Qin Mu’s mind went blank for several seconds. He shot up from his seat, knocking over his coffee cup. Brown liquid spilled onto his pants, but he had no time to care. Grabbing his coat, he rushed out the door.

              Xiao Chengzong was his and Zhou Yi’s professor—a renowned legal expert at K University. He was sixty-eight years old and had no children. His wife had suffered a stroke two years ago, leaving her with lasting impairments, unable to walk without assistance. The old man was a man of integrity and humility, and he was highly respected in the legal field. In addition to teaching and educating people, he devoted himself to pro bono legal aid, helping those who couldn’t afford lawyers seek justice. Qin Mu had received much guidance from him during his studies and frequently visited to check in on the elderly couple, helping with whatever he could. Just days ago, the old man had been laughing and chatting with him—and now, he had suffered such a terrible accident. Anxiety gnawed at Qin Mu as he rushed to the hospital, barely waiting for the car to stop before leaping out and striding toward the elevator.

       The Second Municipal Hospital was one of the best in K City. Even at night, the place was crowded with patients seeking treatment, their faces etched with exhaustion and pain. Qin Mu couldn’t afford to wait for the slow-moving, packed elevator and instead took the stairs two at a time. As he neared the emergency room, a gut-wrenching cry pierced through the air.

       His scalp tingled, and his steps halted abruptly.  

       “Old Xiao! Old Xiao…!”

       A woman with graying hair was nearly collapsing in her wheelchair. Her face was streaked with tears, and her voice was trembling and raw with grief. Several relatives knelt beside her, murmuring words of comfort. Zhou Yi stood nearby, gripping a sheet of paper, his face ashen as he spoke with a doctor. Two police officers stood beside him.

       Qin Mu felt like all the oxygen had been sucked from the room. His chest tightened painfully, and he couldn’t breathe. It was only when someone tapped him on the shoulder that he finally managed to surface from the suffocating haze.

       “He’s gone,” Zhou Yi said, his eyes red.

       Qin Mu stared at him and asked, “What happened?”

       “Car accident. When they brought him in, he was covered in blood. The main injury was to his head. I asked the best neurosurgeon here to operate…but they couldn’t save him.”

       “What about the perpetrator?”

       “They fled the scene. The police checked the surveillance footage—it was a CRV with a fake license plate. Last known direction was toward the southern suburbs, but pinpointing its location will take time.” Zhou Yi pressed a hand to his temple, suppressing his grief, then patted Qin Mu’s shoulder. “Go… check on Teacher’s wife.”

       Qin Mu nodded. Every step he took toward the wheelchair felt unbearably heavy.

       He knelt down in front of Teacher Xiao’s wife, taking her frail hand in his. His voice was soft. “Madam.”

       The woman who had once been so strong, who could still joke with him even after her stroke, now seemed to have aged all at once. Her words quivered with sorrow. “Xiao Qin… he didn’t even leave me a single word.”

       Resentment. Grief. Sorrow. Heartbreak. Despair.

       All those emotions were tangled within that one sentence, slamming into Qin Mu’s heart with unbearable force.

       It felt as if the mountains had collapsed and the world was caving in.

       The most painful thing about loss wasn’t just losing someone—it was watching the people left behind suffer and being unable to do anything to ease their pain.

       Behind his glasses, his eyes burned red, but he kept his voice steady. He gently squeezed her hand. “Teacher didn’t say anything, but you know… he would want you to take care of yourself. You have to stay strong. You still have us.”

       Tears streamed down her face. “I want to see him. Let me see him.”

       “Alright.”

       Qin Mu accompanied her to see Teacher Xiao one last time.

       The old professor, who had dedicated his entire life to teaching and nurturing students, now lay pale and still in the cold morgue. The bloodstains on his face had been carefully wiped away, leaving him looking as if he were merely asleep—peaceful and at rest.

       Qin Mu stood in silence, saying nothing.

       He temporarily arranged for Madam Xiao to stay with relatives, instructed his assistant to find a caregiver overnight, and handled all the necessary arrangements. Afterward, he headed to the police station to meet Zhou Yi and review the results of the investigation.

       By the time they stepped outside, the night was deep. Clouds drifted across the sky, shrouding the moon, leaving no stars, no light.

       Qin Mu didn’t get into the car. Instead, he asked, “Got a cigarette?” He had quit smoking long ago and didn’t carry any.

       Zhou Yi fished a Marlboro out of his pocket and handed it to him.

       Qin Mu held it between his lips and leaned in, lighting it against the flame of Zhou Yi’s lighter. He took a deep drag, coughed slightly, then exhaled a swirl of smoke.

       The two stood in silence for a while. Zhou Yi hesitated before finally speaking. “I know what you’re thinking, but… this could really just be an accident.”

       “Three days before trial. A car with fake plates. A hit-and-run driver who’s nowhere to be found. And that threatening letter left at his doorstep. There’s no way this is just a coincidence. They wanted him dead.”

       “Qin Mu—”

       “I won’t be around for a while. Keep an eye on my cat for me.”

       “Qin Mu!” Zhou Yi’s brows furrowed tightly. He lowered his voice and said, “That’s J City. The forces behind Kuang Mu run deeper than we can imagine. Don’t get yourself involved.”

       Qin Mu tilted his head back, gazing through the smoke at the vast, pitch-black sky. His eyes were as cold as ice. “Remember what’s carved at the entrance of our department? ‘With the law as our sword, we defend the land of justice.’”

       He stubbed out his cigarette and said calmly, “I will fight the case that Teacher Xiao took.”

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Side Story – Hot Spring (3)

March 9, 2025 / / 0 Comments

       Zhan Weiyang’s gaze kept following Pei Qing. Even though the room was now dark, Pei Qing could still feel Zhan Weiyang looking at him.

       “What’s wrong, Yangyang?” Pei Qing asked

       Zhan Weiyang thought for a moment and asked him, “Who sent you a message so late?”

       Pei Qing smiled silently and answered him in a serious tone, “Weiguang.”

       Zhan Weiyang was silent for a while. He fumbled to find Pei Qing’s hand, held his fingers together, and said, “Don’t pay attention to him; it’s already too late.”

       Pei Qing replied, “Okay.”

       Zhan Weiyang turned his face and rubbed against Pei Qing’s shoulder.

       Pei Qing raised one hand to touch his face and asked him, “Yangyang, do you want Qing ge to kiss you?”

       Zhan Weiyang was very happy, “Can I?”

       Pei Qing stroked his lips with her fingers, “Of course.” After that, he lowered his head and kissed him.

       Zhan Weiyang opened his eyes and kissed Pei Qing happily.

       Zhan Weiyang and Pei Qing were both very busy throughout Zhan Weiyang’s second semester of senior year. He was admitted to a second-tier university, which might not sound like a big deal to others, but to him, he had already exhausted all his energy.

       He knew that his brain was not very good. Chen Youyou could understand the same course after the teacher explained it once, but he had to ask Chen Youyou to explain it to him several times after class. He had to do the same type of questions repeatedly so that he could find the pattern the next time he did it.

       Pei Qing was also busy during this period. He had just started working and had no support from his family. He had to rely on himself for everything and had to work overtime almost every night.

       They had no time to meet each other. They could only have a short video chat for ten minutes at night and then say goodbye in a hurry. This state lasted until Zhan Weiyang finished the college entrance examination. On the day after the exam, Zhan Weiyang wanted to spend the night at Pei Qing’s place but was stopped by Zhan Pengcheng. Zhan Pengcheng stared at him very closely. It had been a while since the holiday, and he had to go home and sleep every day. Pei Qing was busy with work, and they had little time to eat together, let alone such intimate contact.

       Zhan Weiyang was immersed in Pei Qing’s gentle kiss, and then gradually felt that Pei Qing’s kiss was more intense than before.

       Pei Qing had always been very restrained towards him and would let him go after a kiss and a hug. Zhan Weiyang had never tried such a kiss. He felt that Pei Qing was a little fierce, as if he wanted to bite him and eat him. The hand that pinched his arm was also very strong, so he subconsciously stepped back.

       Pei Qing didn’t chase him but asked him in a deep voice, “What’s wrong, Yangyang?”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Are you upset?”

       Pei Qing gently stroked his lips with his thumb, “Why am I upset?”

       Zhan Weiyang said uncertainly, “I don’t know, I think you are not very happy.”

       Pei Qing smiled, his voice low and deep. He hugged Zhan Weiyang tightly in his arms, lowered his head against the soft skin of his shoulder, and said, “I’m not upset; I’m very happy.”

       Zhan Weiyang breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s great.”

       Pei Qing asked him, “If I’m upset, what will you do?”

       Zhan Weiyang answered without thinking, “Make you happy.”

       Pei Qing asked, “How do you want to make me happy?”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Comfort you in any way you want. Anyway, don’t be upset with me, I want you to be happy all the time.”

       Pei Qing held him like a child and shook him left and right, saying, “My silly Yangyang.”

       Zhan Weiyang then smiled and reached out to hug Pei Qing’s neck.

       Pei Qing said, “Since Yangyang is willing to do anything for me, I can agree to anything you want. Is there something you want me to do?”

       Zhan Weiyang was suddenly surprised and asked, “Can we make love?”

       Pei Qing held back her smile and whispered in his ear, “Are you dumb?”

       Zhan Weiyang admitted with his head down embarrassedly, “I think a little bit.”

       Pei Qing said, “If you hadn’t avoided me just now, I would have done it with you.”

       “Hmm?” Zhan Weiyang didn’t quite react to what he meant.

       After Pei Qing finished speaking, he kissed Zhan Weiyang’s lips again. This time, even if Zhan Weiyang avoided again, he would not let him go.

       …………

       Afterwards, Zhan Weiyang was sweating all over, and Pei Qing carried him to the bathroom to take another shower. When he came back to bed, Zhan Weiyang was so tired that he couldn’t open his eyes. He found Pei Qing beside him, hugged his waist tightly, and said, “Can we do it often?”

       Pei Qing turned off the lights, hugged him and asked, “Does Yangyang like it?”

       “Yeah,” Zhan Weiyang said, “I like it very much.”

       Pei Qing said to him, “Then, when you graduate from college, we will live together, okay?”

       Zhan Weiyang tried to open his eyes, “Are we going to get married?”

       Pei Qing said, “Qing ge will work hard to make money, buy you a house and a ring, and then propose to you, okay?”

       Zhan Weiyang was not shy just now but suddenly became shy when he heard the proposal. He lowered his head and buried his face in Pei Qing’s arms, whispering, “Keep your word.”

       Pei Qing smiled slightly and said, “When did I lie to you?”

       Zhan Weiyang thought for a while and said, “Can Dad and Grandma live with us?”

       Pei Qing replied, “Of course.”

       Zhan Weiyang was very happy and asked, “What about Zhan Weiguang?”

       Pei Qing Qing thought momentarily and said, “I think he might not want to live with us.”

       Zhan Weiyang yawned, and he could hardly hold on any longer. He mumbled the last sentence, “But he can’t find a girlfriend. I feel sorry for him…” After saying this, Zhan Weiyang fell into a deep sleep.

       Pei Qing kissed his forehead and whispered, “Good night, baby.”

 

       The next day, when Zhan Pengcheng checked out, he found an extra charge. With tears in his eyes, he drove the kids back home.

Notes:
This is the end!
I think the extra charge is because some hotel might have some stain policy where the *ahem* stain get charged, lolol
I don’t think I will get attached so much to the story because it started so slow, and I keep wondering if things gonna get interesting. But as always JGQ always proved me wrong >X<
Thank you so much for the recommendation!
There are some JGQ titles on my list and I hope it’s not translated yet, lol
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Side Story – Hot Spring (2)

March 6, 2025 / / 0 Comments

       Zhan Pengcheng booked two standard rooms. After Zhan Weiyang finished his shower and returned to the bed by the window, he picked up his phone and sent Pei Qing a message: “Have you gone to bed?”

       Pei Qing quickly replied: “Not yet; Weiguang is taking a shower.”

       Zhan Weiyang looked at these words and felt very unhappy.

       After a while, Zhan Pengcheng came out of the shower and wiped the water off his face and neck with a towel while saying to Zhan Weiyang, “Yangyang, stop playing with your phone and go to bed early.”

       Zhan Weiyang silently put his phone aside.

       Zhan Pengcheng turned off the lights in the room and lay down on his bed. After soaking in the hot spring all night, he yawned and felt that his body was very tired, so he asked, “Are you tired, Yangyang?”

       Zhan Weiyang was actually quite tired, but his mind was very active. He had been waiting for Zhan Weiguang to change rooms with him, so he pulled up the quilt and only said ‘En’ softly.

       He lay quietly, listening to Zhan Pengcheng’s breathing gradually getting louder on the bed beside him. He looked up secretly and thought that Zhan Pengcheng might have fallen asleep.

       Just then, Zhan Weiyang’s mobile phone suddenly rang.

       In the quiet environment, the sudden ringing sound was particularly loud. Zhan Weiyang was startled. Zhan Pengcheng also woke up and asked in a daze, “Who called so late?”

       Zhan Weiyang fumbled his mobile phone from under the pillow and saw that it was Zhan Weiguang who had called. He thought it was already hard to wait for his father to fall asleep, but Zhan Weiguang called again to wake him up. He felt angry and answered the phone angrily, “What are you doing?”

       Zhan Weiguang asked him, “Is Dad asleep?”

       Zhan Weiyang was very angry, “Dad was woken up by you!”

       Zhan Weiguang said, “It’s okay, come over, let’s play cards.”

       “Huh?” Zhan Weiyang was stunned for a moment.

       Zhan Weiguang said, “Let’s play Dou Dizhu1Dou dizhu is a card game in the genre of shedding and gambling. It is one of the most popular card games played in China., come on, hurry up!”

       Zhan Weiyang suddenly reacted and said, “I’ll go.”

       Zhan Pengcheng heard him getting out of bed, reached out, turned on the reading light at the head of the bed, and asked him, “What are you doing so late?”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “I’m going to find them to play Dou Dizhu.”

       Zhan Pengcheng couldn’t open his eyes. He rubbed his forehead, “Why play Dou Dizhu so late?”

       Zhan Weiyang reached out to turn off the light, grabbed his phone and door card, walked out in the dark, and said, “Dad, you go to bed first.”

       He opened the room door and saw Zhan Weiguang standing at the door with his phone, so he asked, “Are you waiting for me?”

       Zhan Weiguang said, “Hurry up.”

       Zhan Pengcheng heard the sound outside and shouted, “Aren’t you guys tired?”

       Zhan Weiguang replied outside the door, “We are still young, not tired. Dad, you go to bed first.” After that, he raised his hand to help Zhan Weiyang close the door.

       The door of the next room was open. Pei Qing stood at the door in pyjamas and said helplessly, “Stop making trouble. Uncle will be angry if he finds out.”

       When Zhan Weiyang heard Pei Qing’s words, he suddenly became nervous. He asked, “Should I go back?”

       Pei Qing laughed and said, “At least play a few rounds of Dou Dizhu before returning.”

       None of them brought poker cards with them, so playing Dou Dizhu was not easy at this time. Finally, Zhan Weiguang thought of a way to open a room using the game app on his mobile phone. The three of them played Dou Dizhu on their mobile phones.

       There were two beds in the room. Zhan Weiguang occupied one. Zhan Weiyang lay next to Pei Qing. The two were too close, so Zhan Weiyang couldn’t help but look at Pei Qing’s cards.

       Zhan Weiguang played two rounds and threw his phone aside with a ‘tsk’. “Zhan Weiyang, do you still want to play?”

       Zhan Weiyang lowered his head embarrassedly and said, “Sorry.”

       Pei Qing smiled and touched the top of his head.

       Zhan Weiyang immediately raised his face and rubbed it in Pei Qing’s palm.

       Zhan Weiguang suddenly felt that his presence in this room was too unnecessary. He stood up from the bed and said, “I’m going to sleep.”

       Zhan Weiyang was a little nervous, “Dad might not be asleep yet.”

       Zhan Weiguang grabbed his mobile phone and saw Zhan Weiyang throw the room door card on the bedside table. He walked over to pick it up together and said as he walked outside, “He can fall asleep as soon as he touches the bed. It’s probably almost time.”

       Pei Qing asked, “Do you really want to change?”

       Zhan Weiyang didn’t say anything. He looked at Pei Qing and then at Zhan Weiguang.

       Zhan Weiguang said, “He worked hard for the whole year to get into college. Dad is watching him too closely. It’s unnecessary.” He looked at Pei Qing and said it in a low voice. After he finished speaking, he walked out in slippers.

       Zhan Weiyang still seemed a little uneasy. He sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at Pei Qing with wide-open round eyes.

       Pei Qing reached out to touch his head, pressed his palm on the back of his neck to make him bend over, kissed his lips and said, “Let’s go to bed then.”

       Zhan Weiguang walked to the next room, swiped his card to open the door, and heard Zhan Pengcheng’s familiar snoring when he stood at the door. He walked in and gently closed the door, stood in the dark to adapt for a while, and walked towards the empty bed.

       Just as he was about to climb onto the bed, Zhan Pengcheng, on the bed next to him, turned over and suddenly woke up, calling out in a vague voice, “Yangyang?”

       Zhan Weiguang stopped moving, not knowing whether he should make a sound for a moment.

       Zhan Pengcheng felt strange and called out again, “Yangyang?”

       Zhan Weiguang couldn’t help but say, “It’s me.”

       “Weiguang?” Zhan Pengcheng sat up suddenly and fumbled to find the light switch, “Where’s your brother?”

       Zhan Weiguang climbed onto the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down, saying, “He sleeps next door.”

       Zhan Pengcheng had already turned on the light. The sudden light stimulated him to squint his eyes. He couldn’t adapt for a long time and said, “How can you let him sleep with Pei Qing?”

       Zhan Weiguang said, “Dad, he has graduated from high school and will go to college soon.”

       Zhan Pengcheng frowned, “But his mental age is still a child.”

       Zhan Weiguang felt a little helpless and pulled up the quilt to cover half of his face, almost covering his eyes. “He isn’t. He’s going to board at school once the term starts. What’s the point of keeping such a close eye on him while on vacation? Are you planning to follow him to school and stay there with him then?”

       “But—” Zhan Pengcheng subconsciously wanted to refute but didn’t know how to refute for a while.

       Zhan Weiguang said, “He has been living in the same room with Pei Qing for a long time. You don’t know if he will stay overnight at Pei Qing’s place in the future. Since we are out to play, just let him be.”

       Zhan Pengcheng was a little dazed. After a long while, he said, “I know, I just can’t let go.”

       Zhan Weiguang said, “Haven’t you made up your mind to let him go and give him to Pei Qing?”

       Zhan Pengcheng sighed deeply, turned off the light and lay down again. He turned over in the dark and felt that he was not sleepy at all. He turned over again.

       Zhan Weiguang was still awake. He whispered, “Zhan Weiyang had planned to live with Pei Qing in the future, and he will take you and Grandma with him.”

       Zhan Pengcheng asked, “He told you that?”

       Zhan Weiguang said, “Well, he thinks that he and Pei Qing will definitely be able to live a lifetime.”

       Zhan Pengcheng sighed again at this time, “Pei Qing is a good child.”

       Zhan Weiguang picked up his mobile phone and sent a message quickly.

       In the next room, Zhan Weiyang and Pei Qing were squeezed on the same bed. He rested his head on Pei Qing’s arm and gently called him, “Qing ge.”

       Pei Qing said, “Go to sleep, Yangyang.”

       Zhan Weiyang felt a little disappointed. He kept his eyes open and struggled for a while but still said, “Oh.”

       Pei Qing’s mobile phone suddenly lit up on the bedside table. He turned around and saw a message. He clicked it and saw that it was sent by Zhan Weiguang: “Dad knows that Zhan Weiyang went to sleep there, and he didn’t object. Don’t worry.” He stared at the message for a while, locked the phone and put it back on the bedside table.

 

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Chapter 1

March 5, 2025 / / 0 Comments

       As the sun sank in the west, the afterglow dyed the clouds red and gilded the edges of each yellow ginkgo leaf with a golden red, freezing it into a colorful painting on the second-floor window.

       It was deep autumn already.

       Lu Cheng tilted his head back, staring at a leaf near the window in a daze. The leaf was trembling and seemed about to fall because of the wind, but stubbornly, it refused to part from its branch.

       He watched for a long time, and his body started to stiffen. He subtly shifted his weight unconsciously and slightly relaxed his already numb legs from kneeling. Suddenly, a sharp crack of a whip sounded behind his ear, striking his bare back with a searing pain.

       He suppressed a cry of pain and let out a series of heavy breaths. He straightened his back to maintain his kneeling posture, not daring to move. He lowered his eyelids, saying, “I was wrong, Master.”

       “What did you do wrong?” The deep male voice carried a hint of coldness.

       “I moved without your permission.” Lu Cheng answered politely.

       The man’s leather shoes stepped silently in front of him on the thick carpet. The hard handle of the whip gently lifted his chin, forcing him to look up.

       His gaze moved from the man’s long legs encased in tailored trousers to his well-fitted suit, highlighting an imposing and full physique. The deep colours exuded a sense of solemnity and restraint.

       Lu Cheng couldn’t help but imagine what this man looked like naked—broad shoulders, narrow hips, well-proportioned muscles, and when those strong arms pressed him down… The vivid picture surged into his mind like waves, making his breath hot.

       In just a moment of distraction, the tip of the whip pressed lightly against his Adam’s apple, making him gasp. Lu Cheng gave a bitter smile in his heart, obediently tilting his head back, exposing his vulnerable neck.

       At this moment, he was kneeling, utterly naked, with his hands folded behind his back. He was like a devout believer looking up to a deity.

       This was a gesture of giving up submitting his bodily autonomy, expressing total submission to handing over everything to the other party. It is the attitude that a Sub should have when facing a Dom in the game.

       Yes, they were playing a BDSM game.

       The dominant person set the rules and controlled the punishment, and the submissive person obeyed the rules and offered their body. In this way, both parties satisfy each other’s desires and gain pleasure.

       The decadent light of the setting sun filled the room, outlining the curves of the two people’s bodies.

       Standing and kneeling. Whip and flesh. Intact clothes and naked. Dominance and submission formed a stark, sharp, painful, and cruel beauty.

       Lu Cheng loved this game. He had long lost interest in mundane sex. As a pure Sub, he had tried many Doms, but none had captivated him like this one. Just being close to this man could make him inexplicably excited.

       He looked in fascination at the man who had ensnared him—handsome features, an air of elegance, calm demeanor, and the oppressive aura usually kept in check was unleashed with the whip. It was a strong, sharp, and irresistible presence, like a cool woody scent. It was deep and calm yet distant, driving him to addiction. He willingly knelt at this man’s feet and placed himself in a humble position, offering both his body and soul.

       “You are easily distracted.” The man bent his knuckles and gently pushed the glasses on his nose, looking down at him condescendingly.

       “Please punish me, my Master,” Lu Cheng said. His throat was dry, and he needed something to relieve it.

       The man glanced at him indifferently, the whip handle sliding down from his neck to his chest, teasing one of his nipples as it slowly turned.

       Lu Cheng trembled slightly and took a deep breath.

       He mustn’t move.

       In the game, the Dom set the rules with commands, and the Sub must abide by the rules; or else, he would be punished. While pain could bring Lu Cheng some pleasure, he particularly enjoyed the feeling of being dominated, kneeling at another’s feet, begging for mercy, and becoming someone’s slave, pet, or object. This strange pleasure sprang from his core. It was suppressed for so long it had become an abyss in his heart—what he gazed into, also gazed back at him.

       BDSM games gave him fulfillment and release.

       His nipples were ravaged, causing both pain and itchiness, with a tingling sensation that could not be ignored. His body sensitively experienced the intermittent stimulation from this mixed feeling, and everything that happened next made him even more excited.

       The man lifted his foot and casually teased Lu Cheng’s genitals with the tip of his leather shoe. The alternating friction of the stiff leather made him groan. Lu Cheng didn’t dare dodge at all, allowing the other party to treat his most vulnerable part roughly. He was controlled and toyed with at will, yet still shamelessly desired more. The shame hidden deep inside his heart acted like a catalyst, making his already semi-hard c0ck fully erect. It felt like a fire had been lit within, and the fire spread beneath the skin, burning the flesh inch by inch.

       The man lightly kicked his scrotum. He heard the expected low whimper and mocked, “In heat, are we? Just a couple of kicks and you’re this hard.”

       “Master…” Lu Cheng called out hoarsely. His expression was one of desire and fear. He yearned for an outlet for his desires, the mercy of his Master and greater stimulation, yet he feared the powerful control, unknown methods and harsh punishment.

       The man stroked his Adam’s apple absentmindedly, “Tell me what you are.”

       “I am my Master’s dog.” Lu Cheng replied.

       This answer seemed to satisfy the other party, and he raised the corner of his lip, “Since you’re a dog, act like one.”

       Lu Cheng stretched out his tongue like a pet dog and wanted to lick the man’s fingers, but his head was pressed down. He obediently bent over the ground and licked the man’s spotless shoe tips.

       “Do you smell your own arousal?” the man asked.

       Long before the man’s arrival, Lu Cheng had washed himself clean inside and out. There was clearly nothing on the shoe surface, but the teasing words made him feel an indescribable lewd taste. He lay prone on the ground with his chest pressed against the ground and rubbed his face against the man’s legs as he said, “This worthless dog has soiled Master’s shoes. Please punish me.”

       “Go fetch what’s in the box by the door.”

       Lu Cheng crawled over on his knees, tore open the packaging tape with his mouth, and pushed open the white box lid.

       Inside was a ‘tail’.

       A half-meter long yellow fur tail with a silicone di-do at its front end, and the top of the column was a curved and convex shape. Lu Cheng knew that it could just press against the sensitive gland and make him feel like he was dying, and his body became uncontrollably excited. He crawled back with his ‘tail’ in his mouth. He knelt at the man’s feet and raised his head.

       “A gift for you, do you like it?” the man asked.

       Lu Cheng had something in his mouth and couldn’t speak, so he nodded.

       “Put it on yourself,” The man sat down on the only single sofa in the room and gave the order, “in a way that pleases me.”

       Lu Cheng hesitated for a moment, a flush of embarrassment on his face. He clenched his teeth and slowly lifted one leg backwards, making the same posture as a dog peeing. Then he inserted his wet fingers into the hole hidden between his buttocks and began to expand it.

       The man watched him quietly.

       The feeling of shame quickly fermented under such a gaze, and Lu Cheng’s whole body turned slightly red. That gaze seemed to have heat, igniting him bit by bit, burning him from the inside out. His breathing became disrupted, and his body tensed up uncontrollably, making the process more difficult and lengthy. He had already spent too much time and was afraid that his master would become impatient, so he hastily placed the di-do against the hole’s opening. He heard the order just before it entered.

       “Come over.”

       Lu Cheng stopped moving, looking a little panicked. He didn’t know what he had done wrong and didn’t dare to ask. He could only slowly crawl over with his tail in his mouth. The man stood up and grabbed his hair to force him to look up.

       It didn’t hurt much, but there’s a kind of pleasure in being tortured.

       “You didn’t even expand properly. So eager to fill your little hole?” The man’s voice was cold, “Why don’t you change to a thicker one so you can have a good time?”

       Lu Cheng admitted his mistake tremblingly, “This foolish dog was too stupid. Please punish me, Master.”

       “Show me that hungry little hole of yours.”

       Lu Cheng lay on the ground and turned around, with his pale buttocks raised high. He used his hands to spread his buttocks apart to expose his hole, showing the most humiliating posture to his master. There was a slight sound behind him, but he didn’t dare to look back. He just knelt down nervously and listened with his ears perked up.

       Unexpectedly, a slightly warm and slippery object pressed against his hole and then slowly entered.

       It was the man’s lubricated finger.

       Lu Cheng couldn’t help but groan when his sphincter was stretched. The human body instinctively resisted the invader, and his hole suddenly tightened. Then he was slapped on the buttocks, with a crisp ‘pats’ sound.

       “Relax, my patience is limited.” Although the words were firm, the movements were gentle. He carefully expanded his hole to accommodate three fingers before inserting the di-do. The entire di-do was inserted into Lu Cheng’s hole as he gasped, leaving only the furry tail hanging behind him.

       “Crawl around with your new tail on.” The man sat down again. He removed his medical gloves and threw them aside, and added slowly, “If it falls out, you won’t have a chance to climax tonight.”

       “Yes, Master.” Lu Cheng replied.

       The room had air conditioning and carpet, so his knees weren’t too painful when he crawled. However, executing the command was challenging. The tail had weight and kept swaying with each movement, making the di-do likely to slip out. This forced him to clench his hole tightly and caused the tip of the di-do to press repeatedly against his prostate. It sent electric shocks up his spine, causing full-body tremors. To make matters worse, when the long and dense fur of the tail swung, it would brush against his lower body, making him feel both numb and itchy. Before he could even crawl halfway, he was already sweating, and his erection prominent, with clear fluid leaking from the tip.

       The man watched calmly on the sofa as Lu Cheng struggled with desire, with dark and ambiguous light in his eyes.

       The desire in Lu Cheng’s body was boiling, but he couldn’t reach the climax. He stopped impatiently and tried to catch his breath when the device in his hole suddenly vibrated. The strong stimulation made him cry out, his muscles tensed, and his legs trembled. The electric shock-like feeling kept coming, almost destroying his sanity. “Master, ah ah… Master, please…” He fell to the ground and begged, his voice changing in tone.

       “Remember what punishment you received the last time you ejaculated without permission?” the man asked, fiddling with the remote control in his hand.

       “Twenty… twenty lashes.”

       “If you don’t want that again, don’t provoke me.”

       “…Yes, Master.” Lu Cheng replied breathlessly. He was almost on the verge of crying. The pleasure gathered in his lower body was about to burst out at any moment, but he could only endure it. He crawled on the ground like a dog with its tail between its legs and moved forward bit by bit.

       Amidst the torture was ecstasy. The moment he got permission to ejaculate, a dizzyingly intense pleasure suddenly exploded. His body suddenly relaxed, and he fell down softly.

       When Lu Cheng regained consciousness, he was held in the man’s arms. He nestled into the embrace, quietly enjoying this moment of peace. The pleasant cedar scent on that person and the body temperature that came through his clothes made him extremely greedy. He seemed to have found a sense of security in this embrace, like a baby returning to the mother’s womb.

       “Are you okay?” the man asked.

       Lu Cheng nodded, met those dark eyes, and couldn’t help but whisper, “Master.”

       The man touched his face soothingly, “Lu Cheng, we just played a game. All my insulting words and actions towards you were based on the game’s needs. You understand, right?”

       Lu Cheng’s eyes flickered.

       Yes, the game between them was over.

       The man and he were back on equal terms again.

       Hearing his name from the man’s lips filled Lu Cheng with disappointment and pain. He wished to always be a dog to this man, to be petted, punished, protected, and abused, as if that was the only way they truly belonged to each other.

       Lu Cheng lowered his gaze, hiding the many emotions hidden in them, and smiled, “Yes, I understand.”

       The man helped him up and gently put a bathrobe on him. The cold and strong feeling of oppression just now was subdued, and now he was similar a gentle lover.

       But it was just ‘similar’.

       “Don’t you need me to… do something?” Lu Cheng glanced at the man’s crotch, and there seemed to be no movement there. He was disheartened but used a teasing tone, “You have no interest in me at all? It’s really sad.”

       The man smiled but did not answer.

       “Let’s have dinner together tonight? I heard that there’s a new Cantonese chef in Nande Building, making Buddha Jumps Over the Wall1Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, also known as Buddha’s Temptation or Fotiaoqiang, is a variety of shark fin soup in Fujian cuisine. This dish has been regarded as a Chinese delicacy known for its rich taste, and special manner of cooking.…” Lu Cheng tried again. However, under the man’s calm gaze, he couldn’t continue. He then reluctantly changed his words, “Then I’ll… see you off.”

       “No need.” The other party declined.

       Lu Cheng stood by the door, watching the GLS500 disappear in the shadow of the trees in the villa before returning to the room he had just stayed in with a sense of loss. He picked up the whip that had fallen on the ground and stroked it.

       He had this whip custom-made by a craftsman and gave it to that person as a birthday gift last year—to punish himself. The whip was one meter long and was made of three strands of soft sheepskin and one strand of gold thread. The ebony handle was engraved with the word ‘rule’ in fancy writing, and at the end was engraved with a small golden seal with the seal script of the word ‘Mu’.

       Mu of Qin Mu.

Notes:
So, Qin Mu’s name is written as 秦穆, with the Mu meaning solemn/reverent/calm.
The word ‘rule’ was written as it is (in English).

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Side Story – Hot Spring (1)

March 3, 2025 / / 0 Comments

       Zhan Weiyang got into college. Although it wasn’t at C University but rather a second-tier university in the city, Zhan Pengcheng was still very pleased.

       When applying for a major, Zhan Weiyang wanted to apply for botany.

       At that time, Zhan Weiguang asked what he could do after graduating from this program and that he wouldn’t be able to find a job. Zhan Weiyang immediately became unhappy.

       Zhan Pengcheng immediately said, “Study, study, you should study whatever you want.” He and Pei Qing discussed privately that if Zhan Weiyang could not find a job after graduating from university, he would open a small flower shop for him and let him work on his own, as long as he felt happy.

       Pei Qing suspected that if there were a major in the university that was a major in fortune trees, Zhan Weiyang would definitely apply for it.

       Although Zhan Weiyang did not become a fortune tree in the end, he always firmly believed that there was some kind of life connection between him and the money tree.

       Zhan Weiyang’s admission to the university made Zhan Pengcheng excited and proud. He wanted to hang a banner in the neighbourhood and blow the trumpet on the balcony every day to let everyone know that his youngest son was admitted to undergraduate studies.

       So Zhan Pengcheng made a family trip to a hotel on the mountain to soak in the hot springs.

       Grandma didn’t want to go, so she stayed home with Auntie Luo.

       To take care of Pei Qing, who was busy with work, the trip was scheduled for the weekend. It would be a two-day and one-night trip, leaving on Saturday and returning on Sunday.

       Zhan Weiguang didn’t want to go to the hot springs with his father and brother, so he tactfully told Zhan Pengcheng, “Let Qing ge take Zhan Weiyang there, and just book a room.”

       Zhan Pengcheng asked, “What about me?”

       Zhan Weiguang asked him, “Do you really want to soak in the hot springs?”

       Zhan Pengcheng said, “I want to go out with my son.”

       Zhan Weiguang was silent for a while and said, “Okay.” He couldn’t bear to refuse Zhan Pengcheng.

       On the day of the trip, Zhan Weiyang was sitting in the car’s back seat and was obviously in a very good mood. He was chatting with Pei Qing beside him all the way.

       Zhan Weiguang sat carelessly in the passenger seat, playing with his mobile phone.

       When Zhan Pengcheng stopped to wait for the red light, he listened carefully to what Zhan Weiyang said to Pei Qing. He heard him talking about Chen Youyou getting drunk at their class graduation dinner. He suddenly felt a little sour thinking that Zhan Weiyang had never told him about these things.

       Then, he secretly looked at Pei Qing’s expression through the rearview mirror. These topics must had been meaningless to Pei Qing, but Pei Qing’s expression was always very patient and relaxed, as if he were listening to Zhan Weiyang seriously. It seemed that no matter what Zhan Weiyang said, as long as he listened to Zhan Weiyang talking, Pei Qing would be in a good mood.

       Zhan Pengcheng couldn’t tell what he felt in his heart. After the red light passed, he drove the car and continued on the road.

       When they arrived at the hotel and checked in, Zhan Pengcheng insisted that Zhan Weiyang stay in the same room with him.

       Zhan Weiyang was originally standing at the back, dragging his small suitcase and talking to Pei Qing. When he heard what Zhan Pengcheng said, he said without thinking, “I want to stay in a room with Qing ge.”

       Zhan Pengcheng said, “No, you stay in a room with Dad.”

       “Why?” Zhan Weiyang didn’t understand.

       Zhan Pengcheng waved at him, “Quickly bring your ID card.”

       Zhan Weiyang looked up at Pei Qing aggrievedly.

       Pei Qing said to him, “Go, listen to Dad.”

       Zhan Weiyang then reluctantly handed over his ID card.

       Zhan Weiguang was carrying a backpack and standing at the back, waiting for Zhan Pengcheng to open a room. He saw that Zhan Weiyang looked unhappy and hooked his finger at Zhan Weiyang, “Come here.”

       Zhan Weiyang looked at him, then at Pei Qing, and then at him again, “What are you doing?”

       Zhan Weiguang said, “Come here.”

       Zhan Weiyang walked over slowly with his small suitcase.

       Zhan Weiguang whispered in his ear, “Do you want to change rooms with me tonight?”

       Zhan Weiyang immediately showed a slightly excited expression, “Will you exchange rooms with me?”

       Zhan Weiguang said, “I’ll think about it.”

       Zhan Weiyang frowned and glared at him, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

       When Zhan Weiguang saw Zhan Weiyang was about to leave, he stretched out his hand to grab his clothes and pulled him back, saying, “How about this? If you say, ‘Zhan Weiguang is the best gege in the world,’ I will find a way to change rooms with you.”

       Zhan Weiyang opened his mouth but didn’t say anything.

       Zhan Weiguang sneered, “Don’t want to do it? Then forget it.” After saying that, he was about to leave.

       This time, Zhan Weiyang reached out and grabbed his backpack strap, reluctantly saying, “Zhan Weiguang is the best gege in the world.”

       Zhan Weiguang said with a smile, “Please beg me again.”

       Zhan Weiyang saw Pei Qing standing next to Zhan Pengcheng, helping him take the room card from the front desk clerk, and finally said with a hard heart, “Please.”

       Zhan Weiguang felt extremely satisfied, and he said, “Since you’ve asked me, as your older brother, it’s hard for me not to help you. For now, don’t tell Dad. I’ll come back tonight to exchange.”

       Zhan Weiyang nodded quickly.

       A few of them put their luggage away in their rooms and rested for a while. Dinner was a buffet at the hotel’s restaurant, and then they returned to their rooms to change into bathrobes and went to soak in the hot springs.

       Zhan Pengcheng booked a VIP private courtyard with a separate hot spring pool. The environment was quiet and peaceful, and there was no need to squeeze in other hotel guests, and there were no noisy children.

       Zhan Weiyang took off his bathrobe, threw it on the lounge chair next to him, and put on a pair of swimming trunks to enter the pool.

       Pei Qing was already in the pool. He held out a hand to Zhan Weiyang and asked him to get down slowly.

       As soon as Zhan Weiyang entered the water, he jumped into Pei Qing’s arms and splashed a large amount of water.

       Zhan Pengcheng stood on the shore and watched them, humming softly.

       Pei Qing then supported Zhan Weiyang’s waist, helping him stand steadily and ensuring he didn’t slip. After that, he let go of him and sat down near the pool’s edge.

       Zhan Weiyang sat down next to Pei Qing, first exhaled a long breath, and then said, “It’s so hot, but it’s so comfortable.”

       Pei Qing told him, “It would be more comfortable if we came in winter.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Then let’s come in winter.”

       Zhan Pengcheng sat not far away and saw Zhan Weiyang only talking to Pei Qing. The unspeakable bitterness in his heart surged up again. He looked up and saw Zhan Weiguang taking off his bathrobe and stepping into the hot spring pool with his phone in one hand. He shouted, “What are you playing with?”

       Zhan Weiguang paused and said, “Then what should I play with?”

       Zhan Pengcheng said, “Aren’t we going to take a hot spring bath? What if your phone falls in?”

       Zhan Weiguang then put his phone aside, sat down in the pool, and reached out to take it.

       Zhan Pengcheng said unhappily, “You just can’t live without your phone at any time!”

       Zhan Weiguang took the phone in front of him, looked at Zhan Pengcheng through the phone’s cover, secretly glanced at Zhan Weiyang, who was almost sitting on Pei Qing, and finally decided to continue playing with his phone.

       After taking a hot spring bath, Zhan Pengcheng returned to the guest room and opened the door, waiting for Zhan Weiyang to go in first before he went in himself.

       Zhan Pengcheng turned on the bathroom light and said to Zhan Weiyang, “Yangyang, take a shower before going to bed.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Okay.” When he went into the bathroom, he took his phone with him, closed the door, and messaged Zhan Weiguang: “When will we change rooms?”

       Zhan Weiguang replied, “Wait until Dad falls asleep.”

       Zhan Weiyang was a little surprised, “Won’t it wake him up?”

       Zhan Weiguang’s words seemed to reveal impatience, “Can’t you keep your voice down?”

       Zhan Weiyang thought he was very unpleasant, so he put the phone aside and took a shower.

 

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Chapter 0 – Prologue

March 3, 2025 / / 0 Comments

I shall confine you in a cage,
I shall bind you with ropes,
I shall grant you suffering and pain,
I shall grant you desire and pleasure.

I am the serpent that lures you to fall,
I am the demon that watches your secrets.
I am the poison that makes you addicted,
I am the fire that burns your soul and flesh.

I hold an illusory scepter and kneel before you,
Awaiting the kiss you bestow upon me.

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Chapter 33

March 3, 2025 / / 0 Comments

       The level of stink from the snail rice noodles was nothing compared to real stinky tofu.  

       Jiang Tongyan was sent flying ten meters away by the smell, nearly tumbling headfirst out of the window.  

       Qian Xiaoke, with the stinky tofu in his hand, advanced step by step. Jiang Tongyan looked as if he were a virtuous young woman about to be forcibly taken, his eyes filled with grievance and fear.  

       “Don’t come any closer.”  

       “Oh, come on, just try it!” Qian Xiaoke had ordered quite a bit—not just stinky tofu but also two bowls of rice noodles.  

       He wasn’t that inconsiderate; after all, someone had helped him move, so he couldn’t just buy only one serving of stinky tofu for the other person.  

       He set the rice noodles aside and held a paper box filled with stinky tofu, with two long and thin toothpicks stuck into it.  

       “It’s delicious.” Qian Xiaoke was practically drooling. He had already swallowed about half a litre of saliva and had no patience to wait for Jiang Tongyan. He picked up a toothpick and started eating. “You rich people really don’t know how to enjoy life.”  

       Jiang Tongyan was having a serious existential crisis.  

       Although the snail rice noodles might stink, at least it looked like a normal and edible bowl of noodles.  

       But the thing in Qian Xiaoke’s hands right now—Jiang Tongyan seriously doubted whether eating it would send him straight to the ICU.  

       “Qian Xiaoke,” Jiang Tongyan said, “can’t you eat something more decent?”  

       “This is decent!” Qian Xiaoke retorted. “Just because you haven’t eaten it doesn’t mean you can deny its value. That only exposes your ignorance.”  

       “……” Jiang Tongyan was wounded.  

       “I’m ignorant?” Jiang Tongyan said. “Do you know what school I graduated from? Do you know what I do for a living? Do you know how much I make each year?”  

       “Nope,” Qian Xiaoke said, “but you also don’t know how delicious stinky tofu is.”  

       Jiang Tongyan lost. He realised he would never be a match for Qian Xiaoke.  

       The matchmaking god was incredible—when tying red strings, he truly upheld the principle of ‘one thing conquers another’, demonstrating the utmost professionalism!  

       Jiang Tongyan sighed helplessly, furrowing his brows as he watched Qian Xiaoke ‘savour his delicacy’.  

       “What’s the texture like?” Jiang Tongyan couldn’t help but ask.  

       How could he eat with such relish?  

       The entire room was obviously reeking with the smell.  

       Qian Xiaoke answered honestly, “I’m not very educated, so I don’t know how to describe it well, but anyway, it’s just really tasty.”  

       He thought for a moment and added, “The outside is slightly crispy and charred, but when you bite into it, the inside is incredibly soft and tender.”  

       Qian Xiaoke looked at Jiang Tongyan. “It’s seriously so good.”  

       Jiang Tongyan felt like this description didn’t match the smell at all. He wasn’t convinced.  

       “Jiang Tongyan, you really should learn more about our country’s cuisine,” Qian Xiaoke said. “People like you…”  

       He explained, “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean to discriminate against you. It’s just a pity. People like you, who grew up abroad and live such out-of-touch lives, are missing out on so much good food.”  

       Jiang Tongyan glanced at him. “Hey, you got some on your nose.”  

       Qian Xiaoke chuckled sheepishly. “Wipe it off for me?”  

       His hands were occupied—one holding the paper box, the other gripping the toothpick—so he couldn’t do it himself.  

       Jiang Tongyan had no choice but to grab a tissue from the coffee table and vigorously wipe Qian Xiaoke’s nose as if venting his frustration. He rubbed so hard that Qian Xiaoke’s nose tip turned red.  

       With his nose reddened, he looked even more like a rabbit.  

       Kind of cute.  

       Jiang Tongyan was a bit distracted for a moment and felt restless inside. However, with Qian Xiaoke’s mouth full of that awful smell, he couldn’t bring himself to kiss him.  

       “You really won’t try it?” Qian Xiaoke asked sincerely.  

       Jiang Tongyan looked into his eyes and suddenly softened.  

       Ah, men—once they fall in love, their brains stop working. Whatever the other person says, they just go along with it.  

       “Fine… I’ll try it.” His mouth moved before his brain, and Jiang Tongyan knew he was doomed.  

       In truth, he really didn’t want to admit that he had fallen for Qian Xiaoke.  

       This kid had nothing to his name—shouldn’t he be into someone like that flight attendant instead?  

       Jiang Tongyan couldn’t figure himself out, but he couldn’t control himself either.  

       Hearing that he was willing to try, Qian Xiaoke beamed, his eyes crinkling with joy. He looked unbearably cute.  

       How could this man be 27 years old? Jiang Tongyan thought to himself. When Qian Xiaoke tricked him in the beginning and said he was only 20, he really looked that age.

       Qian Xiaoke seemed like the kind of cheerful boy who had been well-protected and never faced hardships, but in reality, he was no delicate greenhouse flower—he was a tenacious little blade of grass striving upward with all his might.

       Jiang Tongyan looked into his eyes, and his own heartbeat went completely out of rhythm.  

       “Then you feed me.” He even set conditions. “If you feed me, I’ll eat it.”  

       Qian Xiaoke laughed. “How can such a grown man still act so childish?”  

       Even though he said that, he still fed him.  

       It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The smell was overwhelming, but the taste was undeniably amazing.  

       This was a completely different experience from eating snail rice noodles, and Jiang Tongyan was once again shocked.  

       “Well?” Qian Xiaoke asked eagerly. “Isn’t it delicious?”  

       Jiang Tongyan was too embarrassed to admit it. He was someone who cared a lot about saving face!  

       “It’s just… pretty average.”  

       “Then I won’t give you any more,” Qian Xiaoke said. “I’ll finish the rest myself.”  

       “…Give me another piece,” Jiang Tongyan leaned in. “Don’t be so stingy!”  

       Qian Xiaoke dodged and laughed. Somehow, the two of them ended up playing a game of cat and mouse around the apartment like a couple of fools.  

       They teased each other all the way through their very late dinner.  

       After cleaning up, Qian Xiaoke opened the window to air out the smell, then turned to Jiang Tongyan and asked, “Are you leaving?”  

       He could swear he wasn’t trying to chase him away—he was just asking since it was already so late.  

       But when Jiang Tongyan heard it, it sounded exactly like he was being kicked out.  

       Unhappy, he grabbed his keys and stormed toward the door, radiating frustration from head to toe.  

       Qian Xiaoke was completely baffled. “I was just asking! Why are you mad? If you don’t want to leave, just stay! I didn’t say anything!”  

       Jiang Tongyan had already stomped all the way to the doorway. He turned around and snapped, “Qian Xiaoke, you’re a liar!”  

       “What did I do now?!”  

       “You know what you did!”  

       “What did I do?” Qian Xiaoke was genuinely clueless.  

       He had spent the whole day moving, he was exhausted, and his brain wasn’t exactly the sharpest to begin with. Now, it was barely functioning, and yet Jiang Tongyan was making things difficult for him.  

       Qian Xiaoke also felt wronged!  

       “I don’t know,” Qian Xiaoke admitted. “I’m not smart—don’t make me figure it out.”  

       “Oh, so you do know you’re stupid.” Jiang Tongyan sulked, throwing a silent tantrum.  

       Now, both of them felt aggrieved.  

       Qian Xiaoke was frustrated because he had no idea what had set Jiang Tongyan off. He realised that being around rich people was like ‘serving the emperor’—you never knew when they’d suddenly flip out for no reason.  

       And Jiang Tongyan? He was upset because Qian Xiaoke had said before that he would let him cuddle him every day. Still, today, after he had waited outside the apartment complex for so long, worked hard to help him move, and even helped him clean up—this brat was just sending him away at the end of the night?!  

       Is he even human?  

       Qian Xiaoke, do you have a heart?!  

       Qian Xiaoke turned toward the door and saw Jiang Tongyan still standing there, looking utterly betrayed.

       “Just say what you want directly,” Qian Xiaoke said. “You already called me stupid, so why are you still beating around the bush?”  

       Jiang Tongyan thought about it and realised he was right. Qian Xiaoke was someone who thought in straight lines, so hints wouldn’t work on him.  

       So, even though he found it incredibly embarrassing, Jiang Tongyan still pointed at his crotch and said, “You haven’t done it today.”  

       This was Qian Xiaoke’s duty!  

       Jiang Tongyan absolutely wasn’t just trying to take advantage of him!  

       Absolutely not!  

       Qian Xiaoke stared at him, first confused, then burst out laughing.  

       Jiang Tongyan was so mortified that he wanted to hoist him up and throw him straight out the window. He barked, “Qian Xiaoke, shut up right now! If you keep laughing, I’ll kill you!”  

       Qian Xiaoke rolled around on the couch and laughed so hard he could barely breathe.  

       “You won’t kill me,” Qian Xiaoke said between gasps. “Murderers have to pay with their lives! I’m not worth you throwing your life away for—HAHAHA!”  

       Jiang Tongyan realised that Qian Xiaoke had completely figured out his personality by now.  

       “Fine, laugh all you want. I hope you laugh yourself to death.” Jiang Tongyan fumed. “You’re such a liar. You owe me so much, and you’ll never pay it all back in this lifetime!”  

       With that, the angry Jiang Tongyan turned around, ready to storm out—only for Qian Xiaoke to grab him and pull him back.  

       “Alright, don’t be mad,” Qian Xiaoke coaxed, not even meaning to act cute but somehow still managing to sound exactly like he was. “I’ll do it, okay?”  

       “I didn’t ask you to do it.”  

       “Right, you didn’t ask me. I’m the one taking initiative.” Qian Xiaoke grinned. “This is my duty.”  

       He patted Jiang Tongyan. “Here or in the bedroom? I read online that you need to be as relaxed as possible for the best results. You should probably lie down in the room.”  

       Of course, Jiang Tongyan wanted to lie down, but he had to act reserved.  

       “Is your bedroom even clean enough for me to lie in?”  

       “You slept in my old apartment just fine, so don’t pretend to be a germaphobe now.” Qian Xiaoke dragged him toward the bedroom. “Come on, come on, let’s get this over with so I can wash up and go to bed. I’m exhausted!”

       Qian Xiaoke led the way, and Jiang Tongyan trailed behind, staring at the back of his head with a dumb smile on his face.  

       He was so stupid, Jiang Tongyan thought. He really should stay away from him. If he spent too much time with him, his IQ might drop too.  

       But thinking was one thing—Jiang Tongyan’s biggest talent was saying one thing while doing another.  

       Once they entered the bedroom, Jiang Tongyan lay down first.  

       Qian Xiaoke climbed onto the bed and started massaging his shoulders and arms, even ruffling his hair a bit.  

       Jiang Tongyan commented, “Your massage technique is… a bit wild.”  

       “Does it feel good?” Qian Xiaoke asked. “I learned it online.”  

       Jiang Tongyan didn’t dare to answer. If he praised him, it would hurt his own pride. If he complained, Qian Xiaoke might get mad. The best choice was to shut up.  

       Finally, after waiting the whole night, Jiang Tongyan got his long-awaited ‘daily touch’.  

       Qian Xiaoke remained committed to his ‘saving the dying and the wounded’ philosophy, performing his task with great ‘professionalism’ and care.  

       But he was really exhausted today. He started kneeling on the bed, but slowly, slowly, he ended up lying down, too. Once he was down, his eyelids got heavier and heavier, and within minutes, he dozed off—still holding onto Jiang Tongyan.  

       Jiang Tongyan turned his head to look at him, caught between amusement and exasperation. He couldn’t bear to wake him up, and he was too greedy to leave. So he simply closed his eyes as well.  

       Neither of them took off their clothes, and the position they ended up in was anything but normal.  

       In the middle of the night, Qian Xiaoke shifted in his sleep, moving closer to Jiang Tongyan. As soon as he did, Jiang Tongyan woke up and instinctively pulled him into his arms.  

       And that was how Qian Xiaoke spent the first night in his new home—sleeping soundly with Jiang Tongyan, wrapped in each other’s warmth. The only problem was that the air still carried a faint trace of stinky tofu.

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Side Story 2 – Counterattack

February 28, 2025 / / 0 Comments

       After returning, Minran thrived in his familiar environment, effortlessly navigating social circles and making connections—he was in high spirits. With some of the burden and pressure lifted from Chu Yichen’s shoulders, he, too, felt much more at ease and content. Having more time to rest meant that Chu Yunhan was also happy. The only one not entirely pleased was Shen Mo, who had to switch to a dual-city routine so that he could fly over to meet his lover when he had time.

       That afternoon, Chu Yunhan and Chu Minran swam together. While chatting by the pool, Chu Yunhan couldn’t help but ask, “Between you and Shen Mo, which one of you usually is the top?”

       Minran, towel-drying his hair, replied casually, “Depends on who has the energy that day.”

       Chu Yunhan’s eyes widened, and he said, “You two take turns?”

       “Yeah.” Minran smiled, “What about you guys? Is Chen ge always on top?”

       Embarrassed, Chu Yunhan mumbled, “Yeah.”

       “Eldest brother, haven’t you thought about doing counterattack?” Minran blinked, “Do you want my help?”

       “…No.”

       “You really don’t want to? I have a good idea here. Just picture it—the way you pin Chen ge under you, that scene… tsk tsk…”

       “…What do you have in mind?”

 

       Chu Yunhan finally couldn’t help but ask.

       For someone as clever as Chu Yichen, the more intricate the trap, the harder it was to ensnare him. In that case, it was better to go for something straightforward and blunt—just dig a pit right in front of him and see if he fell in.

       The trap was a bet on a chess game. Chu Minran played against Shen Mo, with Chu Yunhan proposing a wager to Chu Yichen: the loser would agree to fulfil one request from the winner. As long as Chu Yichen agreed, it meant he had fallen into the trap because no matter which side he bet on, that side would intentionally lose.

       On a weekend afternoon, the three conspired and colluded to lure Chu Yichen into the trap. The man remained composed as he watched Shen Mo, the side he had bet on, lose the game. Turning to Chu Yunhan, he said, “A bet’s a bet. What do you want me to do?”

       As soon as Chu Yunhan succeeded, his face lit up with excitement, and he could hardly hide the smile on his lips. He leaned into Chu Yichen’s ear and whispered, “Let me be your dom tonight.”

       The man’s eyes swept from Chu Minran, who was pretending to be nonchalant, to Shen Mo, who was pretending to look at the scenery, and then back to Chu Yunhan, who looked expectant. He chuckled and said, “Okay.”

       Unexpectedly, he agreed so readily. Chu Yunhan was very happy all afternoon. After dinner, he sneaked into the conditioning room to play with the tools. While selecting, he thought about how Chu Yichen looked wearing these things. His heart felt like fireworks were setting off, one after another, and it was so beautiful. When Chu Yichen came in, he was walking around excitedly holding a riding crop.

       The man was wearing a long nightgown, his hair was slightly wet, and he still had the refreshing fragrance of shower gel. He had obviously taken a bath.

       Chu Yunhan suddenly became nervous, coughed dryly, and said, “Take off your clothes.”

       Chu Yichen looked at him deeply and took off his bathrobe, revealing his naked body. It was a well-proportioned and ample body, but there were many terrible scars on the chest, waist and abdomen, which were deep into the flesh and were indelible.

       Chu Yichen was rarely naked in front of him. Even if he were naked, he would dim the lights or cover his eyes. Chu Yunhan understood that the other party did not want him to feel guilty because of this.

       At this moment, he was facing these scars clearly, and he felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart. Immediately, he forgot what he was going to do next and didn’t come back to his senses until Chu Yichen spoke.

       “Master, don’t you need me to do anything?”

       Chu Yunhan pursed his lips and said, “Who allowed you to speak? Come here and kneel.”

       The man walked over obediently. He knelt down slowly in front of him, spread his knees to shoulder width, put his hands behind his back, straightened his upper body, raised his head slightly and looked at him, revealing the beautiful curve of his neck, and said word by word, “I was wrong, Master.”

       Looking at Chu Yichen like this, Chu Yunhan suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry, and his whole body seemed to be getting warm.

       Chu Yunhan took a black collar and fastened it around Chu Yichen’s neck, raised the other person’s chin with his hand and said, “Tell me your identity.”

       “I am your slave. I only belong to you, my Master.” The man’s black eyes were like a deep pool or like a dark night—deep and calm, firmly attracting people’s attention.

       Chu Yunhan’s heartbeat was speeding up, and there seemed to be tiny ripples in his agitated body. He continued, “Tell me your rights.”

       “I give you all my rights with both hands, along with my body, without reservation, my Master.” Chu Yichen’s answer broke away from the formulaic rules and had an elegant poetic quality, like a whispered song that stirred the heart.

       Chu Yunhan managed to calm down and said, “Tell me your obligations.”

       “Making you happy is what I want to do most in my life. No matter what you ask for, I will try my best to satisfy you; no matter how you want to treat me, I will be happy; no matter where you go, I will do my best to follow. You are my only master.”

       Chu Yunhan’s face turned red completely. He found that there was no need to use any tools at all. Just the fact that Chu Yichen was kneeling in front of him and saying these words to him almost made him unable to control himself. The fatal attraction exuded by this man could completely arouse his desire, like an instinct that had been engraved in his life.

       “Sit on the sofa.” He turned his face awkwardly to the side, avoiding Chu Yichen’s gaze. He then said, “Masturbate for me to see.”

       Chu Yichen complied without hesitation and even took the initiative to open his legs wide, completely exposing his most private parts to the other party’s sight, allowing Chu Yunhan to see his every move.

       Chu Yichen’s right hand was playing around with his c0ck. It was a hand that often practised holding a gun, leaving some thin calluses on its knuckles. When that hand touched the skin, there was a slightly rough feeling, especially when caressing the c0ck, with just the right intensity. He sometimes moved faster and sometimes slower…

       Chu Yunhan felt like he was about to smoke. He was obviously watching the other party masturbating, but it seemed like the person he was touching was himself. Every inch of his body seemed to feel the touch of that hand, and his lower body slowly swelled.

       Time fermented everything.

       Chu Yichen’s breathing became rapid, mixed with some light gasping, and the speed of his hands became faster and faster, but those black eyes kept staring at him closely, without moving even half an inch.

       “…Don’t cum.” When the man was about to climax, Chu Yunhan tapped the hand with the riding crop and said.

       Hearing this, Chu Yichen stopped abruptly. His whole body was in a tense state, and he couldn’t help but pant. The darkness in his eyes became insoluble ink, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.

       That look was really sexy and provocative.

       After Chu Yunhan said, “You are not allowed to cum without my order,” he half-knelt down between the man’s legs, lowered his head and gently licked the top of the already swollen c0ck with the tip of his tongue. Such direct stimulation made Chu Yichen unable to restrain himself from humming. He raised his neck and leaned on the back of the sofa, gasping for breath.

       Chu Yunhan lay between the man’s legs, licking it like a puppy, even holding the glans in his mouth in a playful manner, and rubbing the edge of the groove with his teeth.

       Chu Yichen clutched the armrest of the sofa tightly, breathing heavily as if he were drowning. There was mist in his eyes, and his voice was made deeper by lust, “Master…”

       “Want to cum?” Chu Yunhan used his soft tongue to lick off the clear liquid pouring out of the tip, looked at the other person with a smile, and said, “Beg me.”

       The man’s thin lips parted, he looked at him and said, “Please, let me cum.”

       “No.” He chuckled, stood up and sat on Chu Yichen’s lap. While playing with the poor c0ck with suppressed desire, he said, “Slave, kiss me.”

       Almost the next second after the command came out, his lips were kissed. The man drove straight in, entangled his tongue, and licked every inch of his mouth. He was kissing back, grinding against each other so passionately that even their lips were numb.

       When their lips and tongue parted, Chu Yunhan gave the next command, “Take off your clothes for me.”

       Chu Yichen’s movements were very quick and rough. He tore Chu Yunhan’s pyjamas open in one go, and the buttons fell off and fell to an unknown place.

       “Who allowed you to pull it directly…” He pinched the other person’s nipples hard.

       The man grunted, with a faint smile in his eyes, and said, “I was wrong, Master, please… forgive me.”

       Chu Yunhan was wearing nothing under his pyjamas. They were both naked at this moment, and their bodies were extremely hot, especially the areas where they were pressed together seemed to be on fire.

       Chu Yunhan stroked the scars on Chu Yichen’s body bit by bit, feeling the other person’s tight muscles and hot chest. Finally, he leaned over and whispered into the man’s ear, “Slave, hold me.”

       Chu Yichen was slightly stunned for a moment and said, “Won’t Master think about it again? I just expanded mine; you can use it directly.”

       He bit the man on the shoulder and said viciously, “Who allowed you to speak? Now you are my slave. Be obedient to me. Otherwise, I will tie you to the torture rack and beat your bird until it can’t get hard.”

       Chu Yichen had a gentle smile on his face and said, “Yes. I was wrong, Master.”

       Next, the slight coolness of the lubricant was warmed by the body, and the flexing and stretching fingers gradually opened his hole. The familiar feeling made Chu Yunhan feel at ease and comfortable. He didn’t want to use those tools anymore. Firstly, because he was inexperienced and could easily injure the other party; secondly, because standing before Chu Yichen, he simply couldn’t bring himself to do so.

       He no longer wanted to counterattack anymore. The current state was good, and both he and the other party could get the ultimate pleasure. More importantly, he realised that whatever way the two of them were together, it was a willingness on both sides.

       “Pleasing you is the most important thing I want to do in this life.”

       This statement came from the heart.

       This what was his thought was. And so was Chu Yichen. 

 

       As Chu Yunhan’s emotions overturned, he was jolted by the big c0ck that penetrated deep inside his body. He hugged Chu Yichen, and with a whimper, he said the words that he had been hiding in his heart for a long time.

       “Yichen, I love you…”

       The man froze for a moment, and the arms holding him suddenly tightened, and each thrust became more ferocious as if the man was going to break him.

       “Slow down… Ngh… It’s too deep…” Chu Yunhan cried out and heard Chu Yichen’s deep and pleasant voice at the same time as he came out.

       “You are the only person I have ever loved in this life, and you are the person I will always love in the future.”

       Let us continue entangled like this, in the name of love, never to part. 

T/N:
That’s it! Book 3 is over! Finally!
It’s been quite a journey but I finally can start book 4 and upload it in NU, lmao
I have nothing much to comment for this book because personally it wasn’t my favourite…
But please look forward to the Book 4 about Pharaoh!

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Chapter 32

February 27, 2025 / / 0 Comments

       Jiang Tongyan actually really wanted to persuade Qian Xiaoke to throw away those things that would definitely be useless in the future. Keeping them only took up space—what was the point?

       However, he couldn’t find a good reason to make him throw them away. Should he just bluntly say he was renting the place and wouldn’t kick him out? That would be ridiculous!  

       “Alright, you’re really something.” Jiang Tongyan hoisted the rolled-up bedding, tied with a rope, onto his shoulder. “Anything else? If not, let’s get going.”  

       He was waiting to touch it.  

       Qian Xiaoke grabbed a suitcase in each hand, turned around to look at Jiang Tongyan, and laughed so hard he nearly fell backward. “You look like a migrant worker coming into the city right now, and one that doesn’t even know how to do anything!”  

       “…Can you talk less?” Whatever little unspoken feelings Jiang Tongyan had were instantly shattered the moment Qian Xiaoke opened his mouth.  

       “For real, hahahaha!” Qian Xiaoke laughed like a big goose. “You’re hilarious!”  

       “Alright then, since you think I’m funny, I won’t carry this for you.” With that, Jiang Tongyan pretended to put it down.  

       “Hey!” Qian Xiaoke quickly set down his own suitcases, ran over, and put the bedding back on Jiang Tongyan’s shoulder. “I won’t say it anymore. You’re the most handsome!”  

       A wise person doesn’t suffer immediate losses—since someone was helping him, Qian Xiaoke was, of course, going to behave.  

       As the two of them carried their luggage out, they happened to run into the guy who lived in the partitioned room, whose occupation was unclear. Another person was following behind him, and it was obvious what they were here for.  

       Seeing Qian Xiaoke moving out just like that, the guy sighed with envy, “Having a partner is so nice. I’m afraid I’ll never have that in this lifetime.”  

       Qian Xiaoke was startled and quickly clarified, “No! There’s nothing between us!”  

       The other party just smiled, said no more, and took the stranger back into his room to go about their business.  

       Jiang Tongyan, who had gone out first, didn’t hear their conversation and was waiting outside, urging him, “Qian Xiaoke! Hurry up! We still have things to do later!”  

       Feeling wronged by the misunderstanding, Qian Xiaoke pouted as he walked out.  

       Jiang Tongyan asked, “Now what? Who upset you this time?”  

       “You,” Qian Xiaoke replied. “What kind of eyesight does that guy have? How did he even see us as a couple?”  

       The moment he said that, in the dimly lit corridor, the tips of Jiang Tongyan’s ears secretly turned red.  

       Jiang Tongyan asked, “What… exactly did he say?”  

       As he asked, his tone even carried the tiniest hint of shyness.  

       But Qian Xiaoke was too dense to notice.  

       “Why are you so curious about this?” This time, it was Qian Xiaoke’s turn to rush him. “Hurry up, hurry up! Didn’t you say you had things to do later?”  

       As Jiang Tongyan was pushed to go downstairs, he thought: I do have things to do later, but so do you!  

       Just like that, with Jiang Tongyan’s ‘enthusiasm’ and ‘help’, Qian Xiaoke successfully moved into a brand-new and beautiful studio apartment.  

       This was Jiang Tongyan’s first time coming here. Before Cheng Sen rented out these two units for him, he had shown him photos and videos. Originally, Jiang Tongyan had wanted to come check it out in person, but work kept him too busy to leave, and he hadn’t even gotten the keys yet.  

       But that was fine—he hadn’t gotten the keys before, but now he was here.

       The residential complex was nice—Jiang Tongyan was quite satisfied.  

       The building was nice—Jiang Tongyan was fairly satisfied.  

       When they got off the elevator, they saw that each floor had only two apartments, meaning this entire floor had only the two of them as neighbours—just the two of them, uniquely paired.  

       Jiang Tongyan was extremely satisfied.  

       “What are you smiling about?” Qian Xiaoke asked curiously while unlocking the door.  

       “Nothing,” Jiang Tongyan said. “I was just thinking—Cheng Sen really is a good boss, setting you up with such a decent apartment.”

       “Yeah!” The moment this topic came up, Qian Xiaoke’s eyes lit up. “Chairman Cheng is really such a good person!”  

       Jiang Tongyan sneered inwardly: What a joke! The real good person is standing right in front of you!  

       Of course, he absolutely couldn’t let Qian Xiaoke know that he was the one renting this apartment, nor could he let her find out that their company didn’t actually have any “Outstanding Employee Awards”—this was a ‘love’ reward.  

       Otherwise, how embarrassing would that be? Where would Jiang Tongyan put his face?  

       Jiang Tongyan was a proud man. Even when he wanted to do something nice for someone, he had to go through eight hundred detours just to make sure they wouldn’t find out.  

       Who knew what he was even trying to achieve?  

       Once inside, Qian Xiaoke was beyond excited as he enthusiastically introduced his new home to Jiang Tongyan.  

       The living room—”This sofa is so soft! So comfy!” Qian Xiaoke said. “And there’s even a TV! I tested it—it works!”  

       The bedroom—”Look at this bedding set! It has a rabbit pattern!” Qian Xiaoke said. “And the bed is super soft too! Kinda like the one in that hotel you stayed at before!”  

       The kitchen—”This is my favourite part! I can finally cook for myself!”  

       Jiang Tongyan asked, “You can cook?”  

       “Of course! I’m great at cooking,” Qian Xiaoke declared. “It’s just that the kitchen in my old shared apartment was too inconvenient which affected my performance.”  

       Hearing this, Jiang Tongyan was somewhat impressed. So, Qian Xiaoke wasn’t a completely useless idiot after all.  

       “What can you cook?” Jiang Tongyan set down the bedding from his shoulder and looked at him with a smile. “Tell me.”  

       He was already prepared to hear a list of impressive dishes. Instead, Qian Xiaoke replied, “Braised beef noodles, pickled mustard noodles, chicken and mushroom noodles, spicy braised beef noodles…”  

       “…Hold on.” Jiang Tongyan was full of question marks. “Why do these all sound so familiar?”  

       “You know Master Kong?” Qian Xiaoke grinned. “That’s my personal master chef.”  

       Jiang Tongyan rolled his eyes so hard they nearly hit the ceiling. Without a word, he reached out and flicked Qian Xiaoke’s forehead.

       “Cut it out,” Jiang Tongyan warned. “If you don’t start talking properly, I’m going to—”

       “Huh? What?” Qian Xiaoke picked up the bedding, ready to stuff it into the wardrobe.  

       Looking at his innocent, clueless expression, Jiang Tongyan couldn’t even bring himself to finish the threat.  

       Ah, man… Soft-hearted is your name.  

       Jiang Tongyan was moved by his own tenderness and was touched by himself in that very moment.  

       Qian Xiaoke saw him spacing out, ignored him and carried the heavy bedding into the bedroom on his own.  

       Jiang Tongyan followed, glancing at the bedding set—it was actually quite nice.  

       That was something he had specifically asked Cheng Sen to take care of. Not just the new bedding set, but new properly sized blankets and pillows had all been prepared. He was worried that if Qian Xiaoke moved in, he might end up sleeping on his old mattress, which was probably infested with god-knows-how-many dust mites.  

       Watching Qian Xiaoke busying around, Jiang Tongyan asked, “Have you eaten dinner?”  

       “Nope.” Qian Xiaoke answered while unpacking. “After work, I came here to clean up first, then went back to move my stuff.”  

       He looked up. “What about you?”  

       For a split second, Jiang Tongyan felt… almost flattered. This kid actually cared about him!  

       “I’m hungry.” Jiang Tongyan said. “What should we do?”  

       Qian Xiaoke glanced at him, then rummaged through a suitcase and pulled out two packs of Master Kong braised beef noodles.  

       “I can make you some instant noodles?” Qian Xiaoke offered. “But they got crushed just now.”  

       As he spoke, he vigorously shook the instant noodles in his hand, and it rustled. Judging by the sound, they were probably crushed to bits.  

       “…You eat it yourself.” Jiang Tongyan sulked and sat to the side. He wanted real food.

       After watching Qian Xiaoke for a while, he asked, “Do you know how to order delivery?”  

       Qian Xiaoke continued organising his stuff. “What kind of question is that? Who doesn’t? I’m not an idiot!”  

       Jiang Tongyan suddenly felt targeted.  

       “I don’t know how.” He said with a straight face. “I’m from abroad. I don’t know how—so what?”  

       Qian Xiaoke could’ve used this golden opportunity to tease him, but considering how Jiang Tongyan had helped him move today, he figured he should at least be nice to him just for today.  

       He smiled. “It’s fine. That’s… kind of cute.”

       Qian Xiaoke was hungry too, but normally, he would have just skipped the meal, gone to bed early, and saved the money.  

       He saved money and lost weight—what a win-win situation.  

       But today was different. Jiang Tongyan was here, and he had helped him move. He should show some appreciation.  

       Qian Xiaoke might be broke, but he wasn’t clueless about basic social etiquette.  

       “I’ll order takeout,” Qian Xiaoke said. “You helped me move, so dinner’s on me.”  

       Jiang Tongyan was instantly delighted.  

       He loved being treated by Qian Xiaoke, though he rarely got the chance.  

       A penny-pincher willing to spend? This was a once-in-a-millennium miracle!  

       “Alright, you said it,” Jiang Tongyan grinned. “What are we having? Spicy hotpot or snail rice noodles?”  

       Sitting cross-legged on the soft carpet, Qian Xiaoke opened the takeout app.  

       “Let’s try something new,” he said. “I know you like those, but we can’t eat the same thing all the time.”

       He scrolled through the options, then suddenly smiled. “Okay, I know.”  

       He placed the order in record time, then put his phone down and continued unpacking.  

       “What did you get?” Jiang Tongyan asked.  

       By now, he had some faith in Qian Xiaoke’s food choices—after all, the spicy hotpot, barbecue, and snail rice noodles he’d introduced him to had all been pretty good.  

       “It won’t be fun anymore if I tell you,” Qian Xiaoke said. “it’s something you’ve never had before anyway.”  

       Jiang Tongyan immediately felt a surge of anticipation.  

       As they waited, he joined in on organising the apartment. Under Qian Xiaoke’s directions, he obediently placed manga books here and set the alarm clock there.  

       The two of them got along surprisingly well, almost like a couple moving in together for the first time.  

       Of course, that was just Jiang Tongyan secretly entertaining himself with the thought. He would never say it out loud. To give Qian Xiaoke ammo to make fun of him? No way.

       Jiang Tongyan had a plan. He was going to win Qian Xiaoke over with his charm—make him fall helplessly in love, and then when he finally came running with a teary-eyed confession, Jiang Tongyan would ‘graciously’ accept.  

       That would be dignified.  

       There was no way he’d be the one to say: Uh, so, I kinda like you… wanna date?  

       Absolutely not.  

       For one, his pride wouldn’t allow it. And second… every time he’d confessed to someone in the past, without exception, they had all ended up falling for Shen Huiming instead.  

       It was a curse.  

       Even though life had been going well lately, Jiang Tongyan hadn’t forgotten about that particular misfortune.  

       Fate had burned him before—he wasn’t about to take that risk again. He had learned to be cautious.  

       By the time they finished unpacking, the doorbell rang. Their takeout had arrived.  

       Jiang Tongyan was excited—only to nearly have his soul *blasted* out of his body the moment he opened the door.  

       “Qian Xiaoke! What the hell did you order?!” The stench was even stronger than snail rice noodles. “Did you order actual shit?!”  

       Qian Xiaoke jogged over, happily took the food from the startled delivery guy, and politely thanked him before shutting the door.  

       “Hey, what are you yelling for!? You’re scaring the delivery guy!”  

       As he opened the takeout bag, Jiang Tongyan had already jumped ten meters away.  

       Qian Xiaoke grinned. “It’s stinky tofu! This place is the most authentic one—it’s delicious. Seriously, you should try it!”

T/N:
So actually the real raw censored Master Kong(a noodle brand) for some reason, so when Qian Xiaoke said, “Braised beef noodles, pickled mustard noodles, chicken and mushroom noodles, spicy braised beef noodles…”
Those are actually the instant noodle flavours instead.
I might be wrong for this one, because the raw literally just gave me □□ and I only found what’s censored by combing through the chapter’s comments. Fingers crossed, it’s really talking about Master Kong…

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