Category: Surrender 3 (Page 1 of 5)

Chapter 40

       In the end, nothing happened that night.

       Ever since Chu Yunhan witnessed the terrifying episodes with his own eyes, he was particularly afraid of Chu Yichenoverworking himself. The two kissed and hugged each other and finally fell asleep hugging each other on the same bed. When he woke up, he found himself clinging to Chu Yichen like a stubborn adhesive plaster, practically pushing the man to the edge of the bed. Yet, the man had let him hold on like that, lying sideways precariously at the bed’s edge.

       He let go of his hand and shrank to the side in embarrassment, saying, “Have you been awake for a while?”

       “Just woke up.”

       “I have this habit of holding onto something when I sleep…” It was a habit formed after his father passed away. Life had suddenly become lonely, cold, and devoid of a sense of security. If he slept alone, he would hug a pillow; if he shared a bed with someone, he would cling to them. Knowing that Chu Yichen was used to sleeping alone, he hesitated for a moment before offering, “If you’re not comfortable with it, I can go back to my room…”

       “I’ll get used to it. We have plenty of time to get used to each other.”

       You and I, a lifetime.

       Chu Yunhan suddenly remembered the confessions he had made. His face turned red, and he quickly changed the subject, “What time is it? Shouldn’t we be heading to work?”

       “Seven-thirty,” Chu Yichen said, “What’s on your schedule today?”

       “I’m going to see Zhang Fei in the morning to discuss that Blue Ocean acquisition case he mentioned last time. I’m quite interested and want to see if we can get a share of it. At noon, I’m having lunch with Tang Shaochen. The logistics costs are too high, and I want to negotiate a price reduction. In the afternoon, I will be playing golf with Lu Yao and Zhou Hua. They said they want to introduce me to the China regional president of AL Group. Nothing planned for the evening so far.”

       “Okay, I’ll be back early tonight.”

       Chu Yunhan was stunned for a moment and suddenly understood the meaning of these words. His face immediately flushed a deeper red, and he murmured a soft ‘Oh’.

       “Try not to drink alcohol at noon.”

       “En.”

       “Don’t get too close to him.” This ‘him’ obviously referred to Tang Shaochen. Chu Yichen was well aware that back when Chu Yunhan had hidden his identity to work as a waiter at Lihao, Tang Shaochen had relentlessly pursued him.

       He laughed and joked, “If I get along with him, what will you do?”

       “I wouldn’t be able to do anything. Tying you down would only make you resent me, and killing him would make you upset. I have no way to deal with you.” SComing from Chu Yichen, those words seemed to carry both helpless resignation and indulgent affection, spoken with a quiet, tender sincerity.

       Chu Yunhan felt that he had absolutely no resistance left against this man. A simple sentence was enough to soften his heart into a puddle. Blushing, he whispered, “I’ll… come back early tonight too.”

 

       Although their styles differ, in essence, the two brothers of the Chu family are both workaholics. The difference lay in how they came to be: Chu Yichen was molded into one through training, while Chu Yunhan’s diligence came entirely from within. After learning about Chu Yichen’s health issues, Chu Yunhan always felt the need to shoulder more responsibilities for him. He learned as he worked, growing rapidly and transitioning from a manager’s role to that of a decision-maker. Making decisions was akin to playing chess: every move must be calculated to avoid regrets. Sometimes, an insignificant-seeming move could have profound long-term implications, and a single mistake could lead to total failure. In these moments, he gained a deeper appreciation for Chu Yichen’s burdens.

       After a long day of hard work, all Chu Yunhan wanted was to spend an enjoyable, peaceful time with Chu Yichen—to let go of everything and entrust himself completely to the person he trusted most.

       That evening, both of them came home early. They had dinner together, took a short walk, and then Chu Yunhan prepared himself by performing an enema. After showering, he pushed open the heavy basement door.

       Chu Yichen stood in the center of the room, dressed in a tailored black military uniform. The high collar revealed a white shirt and a badge-adorned cravat, while his feet were clad in polished black riding boots. The precise fit of the uniform’s collar and cuffs exuded a restrained and austere allure, while the golden epaulettes, cufflinks, and dangling tassels added a subtle touch of opulence. The ornately designed hard belt around his waist highlighted his slender yet resilient frame, lending a hint of seduction. He held a riding crop with his gloved hand, a suggestive symbol of dominance and desire.

       The ensemble amplified Chu Yichen’s naturally cold and brooding temperament, making it even more striking. His black eyes radiated a sharp, dangerous energy, like a blade gleaming in the moonlight—lethal yet irresistibly beautiful, drawing people to reach out and touch.

       Chu Yunhan froze, staring dumbstruck, until the man’s voice broke his trance, “Slave, come here.” Startled back to his senses, Chu Yunhan quickly shed his outer robe and walked over to kneel before him.

       “Master.” He straightened his back, put his hands behind his back, and maintained a standard kneeling posture. His bare body, exposed to the cool air, should have felt chilled from the loss of warmth, but the presence of the man before him ignited a restless desire, leaving him flushed and overheated.

       Chu Yichen picked up something from the small table and threw it in front of him and said, “Put it on.”

       Chu Yunhan picked up the items and shook them out, immediately feeling his face heat up. He glanced awkwardly at Chu Yichen before lowering his head to put them on.

       The outfit was simple—two pieces, one for the upper body and one for the lower. The top was a tight-fitting vest, cropped just below the ribs, barely covering his chest. The bottom was a black thong with a waistband as thin as a pinky finger and a narrower strip running between his thighs. The spoon-shaped front barely contained his genitals, stretched taut against the material. The fabric was a peculiar blend—not too soft, not too stiff—and had a faint golden sheen. Once on, it clung snugly to his skin, stimulating him subtly with every movement. During the friction, he could feel that his nipples had become hard, and your lower body also felt strange. Wearing it made him feel more ashamed than not wearing it.

       When he knelt down again, Chu Yichen fastened a gold collar around his neck, from which hung a badge matching the one on his uniform. The man’s gloved hand lifted his chin, his black eyes gleaming with an enigmatic, almost amused light. His deep voice carried an irresistible allure.

       “You look beautiful tonight, my slave.”

       When love arises between two people, all attraction and desire become two-way interactions. Chu Yunhan gazed at the man before him, feeling a heat rise within him. His throat dry, his mind blank, he blurted out, “You look beautiful too, my Master.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he realised his mistake and immediately felt a pang of guilt.

       Chu Yichen was usually indulgent, letting him do as he pleased. But once they stepped into their BDSM dynamic and assumed their roles, there was no room for him to challenge his Master’s authority. Punishments were real and uncompromising. At this moment, speaking without permission—and so brazenly, no less—was undoubtedly grounds for discipline.

       Chu Yichen raised an eyebrow, lightly stroking the riding crop in his hand, “It seems you haven’t been punished in a while. Getting itchy, are we?”

       Just the sight of the crop made Chu Yunhan’s back tingle in anticipation. He quickly lowered his head and earnestly admitted his mistake. “I was wrong, Master.”

       “Get down on the sofa.” He said in a commanding tone.

       Chu Yunhan lay down obediently, waiting for punishment without saying a word. It was obviously a pain that he should hated, but for some reason, he felt an inexplicable excitement. Perhaps it was because the one administering the punishment was Chu Yichen. Imagining the man in his military uniform raising the whip against him, Chu Yunhan felt a restless yearning rise unbidden.

       When did he become completely immersed in this relationship and unable to extricate himself?

       Just when he was distracted, he received a heavy blow on his butt, which made him gasp in pain. The man’s displeased voice came over, “Lift your buttocks and count.”

       He bit his lip, lowered his waist lower, and raised his butt like a puppy stretching to facilitate the whipping. When the whip came down, he trembled slightly and began to count aloud, “One. Master, I was wrong. Two. Master, I was wrong…”

       It took ten strokes in total before it stopped. Five strokes on the left and five on the right, fair and reasonable. Both buttocks were numb with pain, and none was left untouched. The light red whip marks left on the fair skin were symmetrical and perfect. Just when he thought the punishment was over and breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly received another slap on the butt. This time, just when his whole body was relaxing, it hit the left buttock that had just been reddened. It was particularly painful. He groaned in pain and called out sorrowfully, “Master…”

       “Do you know why you were punished?”

       He racked his brains for a while and couldn’t find the answer, so he had to answer, “I don’t know.”

       “Because I want to.” Chu Yichen’s voice had a playful tone. “Keep in mind that you are my property and everything about you is at my disposal. I can treat you any way I like.” His fingers probed into her hips through a thin layer of gloves, slowly running between the cracks, intentionally or unintentionally skimming over by the secret hole hidden in it, tugging at the exposed underwear, rubbing against the small opening of the hole. After this period of time, that place had long been conditioned to be exceptionally sensitive. Chu Yunhan’s body tensed up at this kind of caress, and his legs trembled slightly as he opened his mouth, “I remember, Master. “

       As a slave, he was showing submission to his master. Just like a downed wolf, it spreads its body on its back, exposing its most vulnerable neck and abdomen to the stronger leader to show submission. As soon as he finished speaking, he felt something pressing against the small hole, pressing it tightly and loosely as if he was looking for a suitable time to invade, but it seemed like it was just a playful tease. Chu Yunhan didn’t dare to move at all. He raised his buttocks high and allowed the other party to ravage him in the most secret place.

       “Want me to go in?” the man asked.

       “This body belongs to you…as long as you are happy…you can do whatever you want…” He said intermittently, his face turned red, and he even closed his eyes in shame.

       “Very good.” The man behind seemed to chuckle and said, “Expose your little hole so I can see clearly.”

       Chu Yunhan buried his face on the sofa in a panic, and moved his hands back to spread his buttocks from the sides, revealing the tender red back hole that was half-hidden under the thong.

       Chu Yichen used his fingers to press the tight hole lightly and heavily and said, “Don’t let go without my order.”

       “…Yes, Master.” He responded resignedly, and the force on his hand became heavier. The punished buttocks were now being gripped hard again; pain and numbness were all wrapped up in one place, stinging as if they were being stabbed with tiny needles. The humiliating position he held and the erotic suggestions he received constantly stimulated his brain, making his entire body flush with lust.

       Then, the fingers that had been lingering outside finally reached in. The gloves were removed, and the hot tunnel quickly warmed the lubricant covering the fingers. The invasion was forceful, but also gentle, opening up the tight corridor bit by bit, and entering deeper into the tight hole. The feeling of being penetrated was so clear that Chu Yunhan’s tight legs couldn’t help but tremble, and his hole instinctively contracted to repel foreign objects.

       ‘Pats’

       Chu Yunhan received another slap on the butt, and the man said in a deep voice, “Relax.”

       He pursed his lips and forced himself to adapt. Normally, he would be a little nervous when having sex between the two of them, but today, it was even worse. Whenever he thought about what would happen later, his whole body would be on fire. He was nervous and excited at the same time, and he couldn’t calm down at all. The front part of the c0ck also tilted up unconsciously.


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Chapter 39

       Early in the morning, the atmosphere in the conference room on the 12th floor of Golden Eagle Group’s headquarters was already tense. This time, the new project was a cross-industry investment in the animation and gaming sector. The directors from the Network Technology Department, Planning Department, Finance Department, and Operations Department each stuck to their own opinions, arguing back and forth in a heated debate, making it difficult to reach any conclusion.

       Chu Yunhan, seated at the head of the table, fiddled with the pen in his hand while watching the lively discussion with interest. It wasn’t until the directors had nearly exhausted their energy that he gave a light cough.

       The conference room immediately quieted down, and all eyes turned toward him.

       These individuals were the backbone of the company, each an expert in their respective fields, and normally quite proud and difficult to impress. When Chu Yunhan had first arrived and taken the position of vice president, many assumed he had relied on connections to get there and were thoroughly unconvinced, treating him with little regard. Chu Yunhan understood that to gain a foothold, he needed to demonstrate real capability. Over the course of just two months, he worked tirelessly, leveraging nearly all his connections, and successfully secured two major government tender projects. This transformed his reputation from ‘useless rich kid’ to ‘someone who knows what they’re doing’. He was decisive in his actions, innovative, and adept at utilising his network. His management style emphasised results, with a principle of ‘get the work done, and I won’t interfere with the rest’, and he was generous with bonuses. As a result, he was quite popular among employees, especially the female staff.

       These directors, having dealt with him for some time, had come to understand his way of working. While he appeared approachable, he had his own ideas and was someone who ‘ignored minor issues but made the big decisions’. So, despite their earlier quarrels, they now quieted down to hear his perspective.

       Chu Yunhan was sitting upright, looking dignified and energetic in a dark blue suit. He put down the pen he’d been fiddling with, swept his gaze calmly over everyone, and began speaking, “I’ve reviewed all your proposals. They’re thorough, well-reasoned, and highly informative. It’s clear that each of you has put considerable effort into researching the market and technical aspects.”

       He raised his eyebrows slightly and shifted his tone, “However, focusing solely on the difficulties will obscure the hope for success. This investment carries risks and challenges, but breaking the ice always comes at a cost. Once we tap into the second-dimension market, the returns will be substantial. We need to proceed cautiously but also boldly. Rather than just listing risks and challenges, I want to see suggestions on how to break through and methods to mitigate risks. I’ll give you three days to prepare. In three days, I hope to hear more constructive opinions. That’s all for today.”

       After efficiently wrapping up the morning meeting and returning to his office, the secretary, Irene, walked in holding a bouquet of flowers and said, “Chairman Chu, these flowers are for you. Today, it’s red roses.”

       Chu Yunhan glanced at it and said, “Help me find a vase to put it in.”

       “Understood.” Irene replaced the sunflowers in the vase with the red roses. As she arranged them, she commented, “Chairman Chu, your girlfriend is really thoughtful, sending flowers at the same time every day.”

       He smiled and said nothing.

       After changing the water in the vase, Irene placed it in its usual spot on the desk and left the room.

       Chu Yunhan gazed at the bouquet of red roses, encircled with baby’s breath, and felt a surge of emotion. Flowers, gifts, candlelight dinners… The tricks he once used to woo girls were now used to court him. Chu Yichen, as always, was relentless in his approach. For two straight months, he sent one bouquet every day without any duplicates.

       It felt a bit awkward to constantly receive gifts without reciprocating. Perhaps he should give something in return? But what? A trinket like a tie clip, wallet, or watch? Or something practical, like a razor, shoes, or a mug?

       Thinking of a mug, Chu Yunhan recalled last night. Feeling thirsty, he had casually grabbed Chu Yichen’s cup to drink water, only to realise it was the same one he’d given him in high school, now well-worn. After he finished drinking, Chu Yichen grasped his wrist and took two sips directly from the spot Chu Yunhan had drunk from, pressing his lips to the rim. The image of Chu Yichen’s elegant neck, slightly tilted jawline to form a beautiful angle, and the motion of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.

       His body felt hot again for no apparent reason.

       He took a deep breath and looked down at the report. After looking at the case, he grabbed a few forms and went out. He greeted the staff in the elevator with a serious expression. He walked into the president’s office with a face that he had to discuss important business and then sat down. He got on the sofa and said, “Don’t send flowers in the future.”

       “What’s wrong?” The man behind the large desk looked at him and asked.

       “It’s interfering with my work.” He said uncomfortably, “Whenever I look up, I see them, and when I see them, I get lost in thought, and when I get lost in thought… I think of you.”

       Chu Yichen curled his lips, “When you think of me, I am also thinking of you.”

       Chu Yunhan’s face turned red. He couldn’t bear it and made a motion of vomiting. He said, “You can say such cringy things without changing your face. I’m impressed.”

       The man smiled and sat down next to him and said, “You don’t like the flowers today?”

       He glanced at the closed door, leaned down, found a comfortable position, stretched out his legs, put his head on the other person’s lap, and said, “Red rose… I thought you wouldn’t give such an explicit flower.”

       “Today is the anniversary.” Chu Yichen said, “The day I first met you.”

       Chu Yunhan was stunned and said, “Today?”

       “En.”

       “You remember things from so long ago.” He was stunned. “It’s not possible that you fell in love with me at first sight back then, right? Though I was pretty cute as a kid, you were way too precocious! Do you know that kind of thing counts as paedophilia? Oh, right, you were a kid too… Wait, were you already… like that back then?”

       Chu Yichen let him talk nonsense and played with the ends of his soft hair and then his round earlobes with his long fingers. Chu Yunhan was ticklish, so he reached over, grabbed his waist and pressed it on his waist. “Your hands are so free; why not massage the waist for me.” Then he muttered in a low voice, “Last time I was tied up like that, it wasn’t comfortable at all, and my waist is still sore after two days…”

       “Uncomfortable?” The man teased while massaging his waist, “You screamed in ecstasy that night, and you ejaculated so fast.”

       His face was completely red now, and he reached out to block Chu Yichen’s mouth while saying, “Shut up…”. However, the other party caught his hand and kissed him lightly on the palm of his hand. This gentle gesture made Chu Yunhan’s heart feel numb and itchy, and he felt inexplicably moved. He rolled over and sat up, then hooked his arms around the man’s neck and brought his lips together.

       Since the two’s hearts were already connected, Chu Yunhan was more proactive, and Chu Yichen was less restrained. The kiss between the two was direct and rough, which was unique to men, biting, licking, and sucking like two beasts fighting to the death. It was like they wanted to swallow each other alive.

       After finally separating, Chu Yunhan gasped and stretched his legs to kneel on Chu Yichen’s body. The two faced each other and kissed again. While he was kissing him, he was touching him naughtily. The man was also aroused by his teasing and gave him a heavy slap on his buttocks. He then said in a low and hoarse voice, “Get off.”

       Chu Yunhan just pretended not to hear, lowered his head and kissed Chu Yichen’s neck like a puppy, which made people feel itchy. Helpless and amused, the man untied his belt, took it out and tied the two troublemaking hands behind his back. Then he pulled down his underwear and released his already erect c0ck. Chu Yunhan’s c0ck was of moderate length and thickness, light in colour, and clean and delicate.

       “You are so brave, not afraid of being seen by the people coming in?” Chu Yichen took hold of his c0ck and stroked it slowly.

       “Bai Xiao is outside…”

       Bai Xiao was well aware of the true relationship between the two of them and would certainly block anyone from coming in, which was why this guy felt so confident. The man curved his lips into a smile, lightly grazing his fingertips over the rim of Chu Yunhan’s collar, and softly said, “Slave, spread your legs a bit wider.”

       When Chu Yunhan heard the word ‘slave’, his body uncontrollably became more aroused. He spread his legs further, sitting completely on the man’s lap. He opened his legs wide and allowed the other man to torment the arousal between his legs. Chu Yichen’s hand left him unable to resist, and the movements of the stroke became faster and faster, and his breathing became more and more rapid. The moans he suppressed came out in small pieces, and a thin layer of sweat spread on his back along with his toes that curled up uncomfortably. However, a feeling of emptiness welled up in his back hole, as if he were a hungry and thirsty vagabond longing to be filled.

       “Hmm… Master…” Chu Yunhan’s eyelashes were misted with water, and his vision was a little blurry, and he said intermittently, “Hold me…please…”

       This is not the first time he has asked for sex. During this period of mutual love, the two of them had done it many times, but Chu Yichen had not once physically entered him, nor had he ever used any means other than those stipulated in the agreement. This stubborn man was still sticking to that damn contract.

       It was the same at this moment. Chu Yunhan could feel the man’s erection close to him, but Chu Yichen still couldn’t bear to do anything. He felt depressed, and his interest suddenly waned. He gritted his teeth and said, “Resign.”

       It was the safe word. He used it for the first time.

       The man’s movements stopped and he looked at him in dismay.

       “Untie me.” He turned away.

       Chu Yichen said nothing and loosened his belt for him.

       Chu Yunhan pulled on his trousers and headed out the door but stopped when he reached the door. After a moment of silence, he said softly, “If you are not interested in me, go find another sub. One-to-many… I have no objection.” After saying that, he quickly left the room.

       As soon as he stepped out, his face fell, dark and gloomy, looking quite intimidating. This immediately led the secretaries to speculate whether Vice President Yun had been scolded by the Chairman due to some work-related mistake.

       Chu Yunhan didn’t even return to his office. Instead, he immediately ordered Bai Yang to drive him home. The moment he entered, he headed straight to Chu Yichen’s room and started rummaging through everything. Du Chuan, noticing the chaotic scene and Chu Yunhan’s apparent determination to turn the room upside down, turned pale. Trembling, he tried to dissuade him, saying, “Young Master Yun, Young Master doesn’t allow anyone to touch his things in this room… Young Master Yun, this is going to be impossible to clean up if you keep doing this… Oh, that box cannot be touched—”

       The green paper box on the top of the cabinet was knocked over, and the contents were scattered all over the floor.

       There were childhood toys.

       There were origami frogs and birds.

       There were messy notes.

       There was a collection of badges.

       There were also a bunch of various trinkets.

       They were all given by him.

       These fragmentary objects related to the two of them were well preserved by Chu Yichen.

        Chu Yunhan was momentarily stunned. It felt like biting into a green apple—sour and astringent. He sat on the carpet, picking up and examining each item before placing it back, muttering to himself as he worked, “Why would he keep all this junk…”

       His effort finally bore fruit. Just when he had nearly torn apart the entire room, he finally found what he wanted—the contract—in the mezzanine of a copy of “Finance and Economics” on the shelf.

       What kind of lunatic hides something like this in a book like this… He cursed secretly in his heart and returned to his room, leaving a teary-eyed Du Chuan with a mess on the floor.

       Chu Yichen had a busy schedule today. He had social activities outside in the evening, and it was midnight when he returned. He stood by Chu Yunhan’s room door. After a moment of hesitation, he decided not to knock. But just as he was about to leave, the door opened. Chu Yunhan stood there, glaring at him. 

       “Still not asleep?” Chu Yichen asked.

       “Come in.” He dropped the two words and headed back inside. He walked to the table and picked up two pieces of paper. He waved them at Chu Yichen, who followed him and said, “Both contracts are here.” One was his own copy, while the other was the one he’d found in Chu Yichen’s room earlier that afternoon.

       When he returned, the man had already heard Du Chuan talk about this matter, and now he just looked at him quietly.

       Chu Yunhan used his hands hard, tore the contract into pieces with three strokes, five divided by two, and said, “It’s void now.”

       Tearing up the contract was equivalent to ending the relationship.

       There was some suppressed sadness in Chu Yichen’s eyes, and he asked, “Don’t you even want to hear an explanation?”

       “I don’t want to hear it.” He picked up two more pieces of paper and handed them over, saying, “Sign it.”

       Chu Yichen took the papers and, after glancing at them, looked up in astonishment, “You…”

       “What? Are you going to sign or not?” Chu Yunhan pretended to be impatient and cut off Chu Yichen’s words. His face slightly flushed as he averted his gaze, “This is my only request. If you don’t agree, forget it.”

       On the paper, the table of options was completely blank, except for the section labeled ‘Acceptable Relationship’, where only ‘One-on-One’ was checked. At the bottom, there was a bold, flamboyant signature.

       CChu Yichen lowered his gaze and smiled. Walking to the table, he leaned over and signed his name. “Didn’t you say this morning that you didn’t mind me finding other subs?”

       “I regretted it, can’t I?” He said gloomily, “Put it in the same place. Otherwise, if I want to regret it again one day, it will be very inconvenient to find it.”

       “Okay.”

       “What’s your explanation?”

       “Didn’t you just say you didn’t want to hear it?”

       “Now I want to.”

       “I was afraid it would remind you of those… unpleasant memories.”

       Hearing this, Chu Yunhan’s heart sank with a twinge of sourness. This man, who feared nothing and no one, was actually afraid of something.

       This man was afraid he would remember being forced into things. Afraid of making him feel panic. Afraid of scaring him. And so, he endured. All of his hesitation, his caution, his concerns, and his self-restraint had been for him.

       Chu Yunhan walked over, tilted his head, and gave him a light kiss on his thin lips. In a soft voice, he said, “From this moment on, everything about me belongs to you, Master.”

       My body is yours to command, my gaze yours to lead, my heart yours to hold. Everything about me is given to you.

       From this moment and for eternity.


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Chapter 38

       Chu Yunhan had said many sweet nothings in the past. They were usually directed at women, beginning with romantic words that left the other party’s heart fluttering and gaze softening. What followed was a kiss, and if the kiss stirred emotions, it naturally led to some joyful moments. He was well-versed in this routine. 

       But now, the other party was a man—and, by their roles, that man was the one on top. That earlier confession had already drained all his courage, and the lingering kiss had left his body weak and his mind muddled, with no clue what to do next. It wasn’t until he felt the other man’s fingertips gently brush the corner of his eye that he opened his eyes tremblingly. He saw Chu Yichen looking at him, and his face flushed with embarrassment. Dryly, he muttered, “I’m hungry. Shall we have breakfast?”

       “Okay.” The man replied.

       He waited for a long time, but the other party didn’t move. Bewildered, he blinked.

       “The door is too narrow. You’ll have to let me go first before we can get out,” Chu Yichen said, a smile forming on his lips and tenderness filling his eyes.

       Even the tips of Chu Yunhan’s ears were red. Like being jolted by electricity, he hastily released the arms he had wrapped around the other man’s waist and tried to step away to flee, only to stop again. Hesitantly, he said, “I… I don’t want to go to work today…”

       “Okay.”

       “Then I… will accompany you today. Is that okay?” He pressed forward anxiously.

       “Okay.” The man answered indulgently.

 

       At the round dining table, the two of them sat on either side, separated by a little girl in the middle. While Chu Yunhan nibbled on a soup dumpling, he couldn’t help but sneak glances at Chu Yichen. But the moment their eyes met, his face turned red, like a traffic light switching to stop.

       Yuanyuan looked at him worriedly and asked: “Did Uncle Han catch a cold and have a fever? Why is your face so red?” Because she lived with two ‘Uncles Chu’, to distinguish them easily, she changed her name and called Chu Yunhan ‘Uncle Han’, another ‘Uncle Chen’.

       Seeing the teasing curve at the corners of Chu Yichen’s lips, Chu Yunhan mumbled awkwardly, “No, It’s just a bit hot.” 

       Yuanyuan let out an ‘oh’ and obediently resumed eating. Once she finished, Chu Yunhan prepared to take her to kindergarten. When she walked to the door, she found that the driver, old Zhao, was already waiting by the car and said, “Young Master said you didn’t have a good rest last night and asked me to drive.”

       That person was always so considerate toward him. Warmth filled Chu Yunhan’s heart as he nodded and got into the car. When he returned, he discovered that Chu Yichen hadn’t gone to the office either. Instead, he had temporarily moved his work into the study. In the study, the senior members of the Black Eagle Society—Hei Yu, Bai Xiao, Lan Xue, Qing Feng, and others—were sitting on the sofas in a circle, seemingly discussing something important.

       As soon as he walked in, the room fell silent. Over a dozen pairs of eyes turned to him simultaneously, some glaring at him with open hostility. Chu Yunhan understood that it was because he had put the young master they loyally protected into danger several times, leaving him battered and scarred. If not for Chu Yichen’s intervention, they would have torn him to pieces and fed him to the dog long ago. The fact that they hadn’t told him to leave was already a sign of respect for him. Feeling awkward, he said, “You guys talk, I’ll first…”

       “Didn’t you say you’d keep me company today?” Chu Yichen interrupted, looking up from his documents. He casually patted the seat beside him and said, “Come here.”

       At that, all the gazes turned to surprise. Even Hei Yu, who usually had a stoic expression, slightly opened his mouth, exchanging a glance with Bai Xiao. Bai Xiao raised an eyebrow and smirked faintly at Chu Yunhan but said nothing.

       He stiffened his neck and walked over, hesitating for a moment. The sofa was for three people, and Chu Yichen was sitting in the middle with no intention of moving. This meant that no matter which side Chu Yunhan chose, he would end up pressed close to the other man. His face grew hot again. Finally, he sat on the left, his heart pounding like a rabbit’s, though he forced himself to appear nonchalant. “You’re discussing confidential matters. It’s not appropriate for me to listen.”

       “I have nothing to keep secret from you.” Chu Yichen said this lightly, turned to Hei Yu and said, “Continue.”

       Hei Yu paused briefly before resuming, discussing plans to take over the Sheng family’s territory in J City. But Chu Yunhan didn’t hear a word. That one sentence from Chu Yichen had set his heart racing like a shrimp being steamed alive.

       He thought he could be considered good at saying sweet nothings and coaxing people.

       He hadn’t expected this man’s words to be utterly lethal… Compared to him, his own efforts were utterly insignificant.

       Distracted, Chu Yunhan sat there, pretending to flip through the documents Chu Yichen had handed him, though he didn’t absorb a single word. Just sitting side by side like this—the brush of their clothes, the touch of their elbows, the occasional meeting of their gazes—was enough to leave him completely unfocused.

       Chu Yichen indeed had a lot of work to handle and worked nonstop from morning until noon. Likely tired from the lack of sleep the previous night, he asked Du Chuan to bring in a cup of hot coffee. Chu Yunhan frowned and said, “Don’t drink that.”

       The comment was abrupt. Noticing everyone looking at him, his face turned slightly red, and he softly added, “It’s not good for your health.”

       The man smiled, his thin lips curving into a pleasing arc, “Alright, I’ll have tea instead.”

       He smiled like this, with a hint of doting, which made Chu Yunhan feel like he was trapped in a steamy sauna with a fierce stove fire, and his whole body was so hot that he was about to smoke. Hastily, he found an excuse, “I’ll step out to make a call…” and fled the study, defeated.

       The senior members, seeing their interactions, roughly pieced things together and sighed inwardly, “So the iron tree has finally bloomed.” Taking the hint, they quickly wrapped up the most important matters and left, leaving their afternoon to their young master, who had a complicated relationship.

       After lunch, the two of them walked in the yard for a while. When passing by the pond, he was afraid that Thor would come out again, so he coughed and said, “Let’s head back.” Chu Yichen said nothing and grabbed his hand.

       The warmth from the slender fingers and dry palms warmed his hands little by little, as if his heart had settled down.

       Hand in hand, they walked forward.

       Just like childhood.

       At this moment, Chu Yunhan seemed to see a vision of two children, hand in hand, laughing as they crossed a small pond. A faint ripple stirred in his heart. He clasped the other man’s hand in return, their fingers interlocking like an unbreakable lock. As they neared the doorway, neither let go. They walked inside, still holding hands, under the gaze of the household staff. Chu Yunhan felt that after today’s ordeal, his face had grown a layer thicker. Resigned, he blushed and said, “I’m a bit tired. Do you… want to take a nap with me?”

       “Okay.” Chu Yichen was like an unprincipled parent who doted on his children. This was the word he said the most today.

       Both of their intentions were the same—to ensure the other wasn’t too tired, resulting in perfect harmony.

 

       The master bedroom carried a faint sandalwood scent that was calming and soothing. Yet now, lying side by side with Chu Yichen, Chu Yunhan’s heart was racing so wildly he couldn’t settle down. Afraid of disturbing the other, he forced himself to remain as still as a corpse, not daring to move.

       “You staying like that is making it hard for me to sleep too,” Chu Yichen said with a helpless chuckle. Turning on his side, he said, “Turn this way.”

       Chu Yunhan turned his face, and under the shared blanket, he found himself face-to-face with the man. His gaze accidentally fell on the bit of neck exposed beneath the collar, and the memories of that whip strike flashed through his mind, filling him with regret. Reaching out hesitantly, he lightly touched the spot, only for his hand to be caught.

       “Want it?” Chu Yichen asked.

       Chu Yunhan was stunned for a moment before he realised what the other party meant. His face was on fire, and he said in a low voice, “No.” Then he said softly, “I just… want to see. Is that okay?”

       He wanted to see the scars.

       The man was silent for a moment before pulling the blanket up, enveloping both of their heads entirely. Then he guided the hand he had caught to rest gently on the first button of his pyjamas.

       The entire world shrunk to a blanket and two people.

       In the pitch-black space, Chu Yunhan could feel only the other’s steady breathing and the warmth of his body through the fabric. He fumbled to undo the buttons, one by one, until his hand came into contact with—

       Bare skin. Scalding. Marked with scars.

       His movements faltered for a moment, his hand trembling slightly. In the darkness, he traced his fingers over the chest inch by inch, gingerly feeling the uneven scars. His fingertips lingered over each deep groove as if he could feel the sharp pain they once caused, as though the piercing agony was cutting through his own body now. As his fingers moved, each scar became an indelible mark of guilt etched on his heart, a reminder of the mistakes he had made that could never be erased.

       Chu Yunhan’s palm came to rest over the spot where the bullet wound was—just as Zhang Juan had pressed his hand to it once before. Beneath the layers of skin, muscle, and bone, he felt the steady thumping of a heart.

       One beat. Then another. 

       Fortunately, this man is still alive.

       Fortunately, this man is still with him.

       Chu Yunhan’s eyes were filled with tears. He pressed his lips together tightly and leaned forward to wrap his arms around the man. He held him tightly, like an animal clinging to a piece of driftwood in a flood, the kind of embrace that spoke of desperation and a refusal to let go. His voice trembled as he choked out, “Does it still hurt…”

       “It doesn’t hurt anymore.” After Chu Yichen said that, he felt a little wet on his chest. He reached out and touched Chu Yunhan’s head and said, “It’s all in the past.”

       The furry head in his arms shifted slightly, accompanied by the sound of sniffling.

       “Go to sleep,” Chu Yichen said. He tried to pull the blanket down a little to expose his head, but Chu Yunhan pressed it down firmly, unwilling to let it budge. Knowing that he was trying to hide his tearful face, Chu Yichen chuckled. “Aren’t you afraid of suffocating?”

       “It’s not stuffy.” His voice was muffled, nasal from crying.

       “You’re just going to sleep like this?”

       “En.” He nuzzled into Chu Yichen’s arms again and changed into a comfortable position.

       The man smiled and hugged him.

       Under the blanket, the two of them were pressed so close together that their heartbeats became indistinguishable from one another.


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Chapter 37

       Separated by a door, neither could sleep.

       The people outside the door were waiting uneasily, while the people inside were leaning on the bedside and quietly looking out the window at the moon hanging high in the night sky.

       It wasn’t until the sky began to lighten with dawn that Chu Yichen said, “Let him in.”

       Upon hearing the words, Chu Yunhan jumped and rushed into the room in a few hurried steps. Seeing the man seated on the sofa, he grew nervous again and asked cautiously, “Did you… get some rest?” He hadn’t slept all night, and his eyes were swollen and red from crying, looking pitiful like a tearful little rabbit.

       Du Chuan and Bai Xiao both retreated, leaving only two people in the room.

       The man glanced at him and said, “Sit down.”

       Chu Yunhan sat down on the nearby sofa, his gaze stopped on Chu Yichen. The memory of last night’s scene flashed before his eyes, as if he could see through the pajamas to the terrifying scars underneath. His heart trembled, and his eyes grew red again. Catching sight of Chu Yichen’s somber expression, he quickly realized and lowered his head to adjust his own expression, muttering, “There seems to be something in my eye…”

       Chu Yichen was silent for a while and said, “I didn’t let you see these scars because I felt it unnecessary. I know very well the kind of person you are, and I know the situation I might face. Rescuing you meant abandoning my responsibilities as the family head—it was my own decision, and the consequences should be mine to bear. They have nothing to do with you.” He paused and continued, “I forced you to submit because I didn’t control myself or keep my emotion in check when I saw the traces left by Sheng the fifth on your body. That was my one-sided obsession with you. I tried to turn you into my private property through my status as the head of the family, which pushed you to almost commit suicide. I will try my best to make up for these mistakes in the future. If you want, we can continue as strangers with a casual relationship. If you’re tired of it, we can end the arrangement. I can even help you find another Dom.”

       Chu Yunhan never expected that the other party would say such words, and he was stunned. “It has nothing to do with me…?” He murmured and repeated, with a layer of bitter sadness on his face, “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have done this at all. If it weren’t for me…”

       “So?” Chu Yichen abruptly interrupted his words, stared at him with a pair of black eyes, and said, “Aside from guilt, what else do you plan to do? What can you do for me? What I want, you can’t give me. And the one thing I don’t want is your pity.” He added, in a soft voice that dissipated like smoke.

       But Chu Yunhan heard it. What the man said was—”I’d rather it be hatred than pity.” He froze in place, unable to say a word.

       A dry and long silence spread in the room, and a deep chasm seemed to have formed between the two of them. They were standing on opposite sides of each other, looking at each other—close yet impossibly far.

       “Leave. You should get to work,” Chu Yichen finally said, his voice laced with an indescribable weariness. He stood and walked toward his desk.

       The moment their gazes broke apart, a wave of inexplicable panic surged from the depths of Chu Yunhan’s heart. His chest felt hollow, as though he were being pushed into that abyss, tumbling downward, about to be shattered to pieces. The person before him seemed to be moving further and further away, on the verge of disappearing altogether.

       He sprang to his feet suddenly, walked over quickly, and hugged the figure tightly with both hands. He didn’t know why he did this, but he knew that at this moment, he wanted to do this. Only by doing so could he dispel the fear and unease, only by doing so could he hold on to the person in front of him. The urge was so strong it made him tremble slightly, his body pressed tightly against the man in his arms.

       Chu Yichen, who was suddenly hugged, froze, and the documents in his hand fell on the table.

       His hands trembled, his heart trembled, and his body seemed to be about to lose control due to tension. Chu Yunhan lowered his eyelashes, resting his forehead against the nape of Chu Yichen’s neck, his voice tinged with a crying tone as he murmured, “I’ll give you… anything you want… Just don’t push me away…”

       The usually cold man’s eyes now had an uncontrollable reddish colour. His hand, pressed against the desk, tightened, knuckles white. He tried his best to force his voice to remain steady and said, “Do you even know what you’re saying?”

       “I do,” Chu Yunhan said, his voice trembling. “It’s not pity. It’s regret… regret for what I’ve done, regret for my stupidity, for knowing nothing, for letting you get hurt so badly… When I saw those scars, I…” He lowered his head and couldn’t go on. The feeling of distress seemed to come up again as if it was going to tear him apart. Hot tears seeped into Chu Yichen’s back, leaving small, warm stains.  He choked out and said, “I thought about it all night yesterday. I owe you too much, more than I can ever repay. If you want, I’ll give you my heart and my life. For the rest of my time… we’ll stay entangled like this. And if you don’t want that… I still want to stay by your side…”

       A heart, a life, a lifetime. That was what he was offering.

       Chu Yichen was stunned and stood motionless as if even his breathing had stopped.

       He didn’t dare move, like a child suddenly given a long-coveted toy, too overjoyed to even touch it; like a lonely tree where, after ages of solitude, a bird finally landed, afraid to rustle its branches lest it scare the bird away; like someone lost in a long-awaited dream, holding his breath, afraid of waking the one who had never appeared in his dreams before.

       This was enough, wasn’t it? To hear these words in this lifetime, even if it were a dream, he seemed to have no regrets.

       There was moisture in the man’s eyes, and he suppressed it, rolling in his eyes.

       Chu Yunhan, who had not received a response for a long time, was full of loss and sadness. These words had drained all his courage, leaving him without the strength to demand an answer. The hand around Chu Yichen’s waist slowly loosened, and he took half a step back dejectedly. Feeling that the other party turned around to face him, without daring to raise his head, he said hastily, “Did I… make it difficult for you again? I won’t cause you any more trouble in the future…” He tried to force a smile, but it wouldn’t come. His expression was painfully forlorn, and he didn’t know what to do. Before he could even finish talking, and he said, “I’ll leave now,” 

       He suddenly felt an arm hook around his waist, pulling him into a firm embrace. His chin was tilted upward at the same time.

       A layer of soft warmth enveloped his lips, very light and shallow, like a dragonfly passing over the water or like snowflakes touching the wings of a bird.

       It took Chu Yunhan a long time to realise that it was a kiss. He stood there stunned and slowly closed his red eyes.

       It was a kiss of utmost gentleness, like an answer, like a comfort. It felt as though a patient and polite gentleman was lingering and moving tenderly, awaiting a shared, intimate dance. The more intense the emotions, the more restrained the movements became. Chu Yichen treated him with the caution one would afford an ancient, priceless porcelain artifact.

       The heat in the air gradually rose; their breathing grew uneven, their heartbeats chaotic, their thoughts tangled. It felt intoxicating, as though his entire body was aflame, each inch burning with the uncontrollable desire to get closer to the other. The phrase ‘skin-to-skin contact’ floated into Chu Yunhan’s mind. He realized that the touch of skin could indeed convey emotions. In that kiss, he seemed to sense the buried emotions within this cold and lonely man—his restraint, his sadness, and his inexpressible love and hate. Chu Yunhan gently raised his hand to embrace the other, then lifted his face and pressed his lips firmly against the man’s fervent ones.

       There was a momentary pause in the other’s movements. Then, fiery breaths surged forward with unyielding dominance, and the man roughly captured his lips. Chu Yichen’s hot and wet tongue pried his lips open, relentlessly occupying and consuming his mouth as if determined to seize even his very breath. Chu Yichen was like a wild beast, rough and aggressive, deepening the kiss with such ferocity that it felt as though he wanted to devour him whole and fuse him into his very being.

       Chu Yunhan closed his eyes tightly, raised his neck and let the other party take over. There was a chaotic buzzing in his head, and his whole body felt like it was on fire, almost burning.

       For the first time, he saw Chu Yichen’s heart clearly.

       After he tore through the dust-covered heart in every possible way and cut it open layer by layer, he finally understood.

       It turns out that within his heart, it was him.

       That man had hidden it so deeply—so deeply that it required stripping down to the bone to uncover. And he had been so foolish—foolish enough to repeatedly let him down.

       At this moment, Chu Yunhan also saw his own heart clearly for the first time.

       At some unknown point, a shadow had begun to take shape within it. Slowly, it occupied more and more space. Slowly, it grew clearer and clearer. Slowly, it became a constant attachment, a perpetual concern. 

       Chu Yichen.

       I owe you a heart, so I will repay you with this heart. Your heart holds me; my heart holds you. Only then will it be fair—only then will it be whole.

       Brotherhood, debts, entanglements, the past—none of it matters anymore.

       Even if I end up falling into hell for this forbidden love, I only hope to face it together with you.

       There were tears in the corners of his eyes sliding down his cheeks. Chu Yunhan tightened his arms around the man as if he wanted to become one with him in the scorching flames.

       Let us start over.

       No longer as ignorant and naive boys, no longer as estranged brothers, no longer as tormenting adversaries, no longer as awkwardly silent master and servant.

       I am willing to accompany you, using my life as a yardstick, to accompany you all the way until the end.

       Leave my thoughts in your ears word by word, so that I may never again wander alone.  

       Let me gather your emotions, bit by bit, into my palm, so that you may never again drift aimlessly.

       Chu Yichen, let us start over.


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Chapter 36

       Chu Yunhan’s hands were trembling, and so were his lips. His mind felt like a beach battered and scattered by massive waves, leaving him incapable of coherent thought. He stared blankly at the scarred body before him, then stiffly raised his eyes to look at the face behind the oxygen mask.

       Their gazes met.

       Chu Yichen closed his eyes tiredly.

       “Why… is he tied up?” Chu Yunhan’s voice was hoarse as if someone were strangling him, and every word was excruciating to utter.

       Zhang Juan took a towel and wiped the sweat beading on Chu Yichen’s forehead, speaking calmly, “As you can see, I’ve stitched him up inside and out. His physical condition is decent, but he’s recovering quickly. These injuries, for him, aren’t too serious. However…” The doctor’s expression dimmed as he continued slowly, “They injected him with a central nervous system stimulant. The dosage was too high, leading to a certain degree of addiction. When the withdrawal symptoms hit, and his body doesn’t receive the drug, it causes excruciating pain. As for how intense the pain is…”

       He paused, looked at Chu Yunhan and said, “I researched it. The data suggests that the withdrawal pain is akin to thousands of ants gnawing their way out of the body all at once. When it happened for the first time, he completely tore off the gauze from his wounds, flesh and all, injured Du Chuan, and ended up curling into a ball, begging me to shoot him.”

       Tears welled up in Chu Yunhan’s eyes, blurring his vision as he stared unblinkingly at the man lying before him.

       This was the man who had never bowed his head to anyone. This was the man who habitually endured in silence. This was the man who would swallow broken teeth along with his blood.

       What kind of unbearable pain would it take for someone like him to beg his doctor for death?

       “I originally planned to gradually reduce the drug dosage to ease the process. The pain would have been somewhat milder that way. But he didn’t want to touch the drug anymore, so now he can only rely on his willpower to endure it. All I can do is give him mild sedatives and painkillers, though the pain relief is far from effective. He’s afraid of hurting others or doing something irrational due to the pain, so he asked us to tie him up when he had an attack,” Zhang Juan sighed. “Although the frequency and intensity of his episodes have been decreasing, it will still take some time to fully recover. Judging by this situation, overexertion might have been the trigger.”

       Chu Yunhan’s chest heaved as he breathed, and the scars on the man’s body rose and fell along with the motion. Beneath his touch, the bullet wound’s scar was clear and frightening. A thought was forming in his mind, growing sharper with every passing moment, awaiting final confirmation.

       The Gray Wolf’s fierce eyes flashed through his mind.

       —Everything is up to you, Young Master Yun.

       —The person had been caught. Young Master Yun can rest assured that he will not be allowed to die so easily.

       —Just leave it to me. You don’t have to worry, and you will be the head of the Chu family soon.

       “Who…” Those two words seemed to drain all his strength, and he could no longer muster the courage to complete the question.

       Zhang Juan was silent for a moment and said, “You should already have the answer in your heart, right? There are very few people in this world who can hurt him, very few people who can deceive him, who can make him put aside his responsibility as the head of the family and sacrifice his life to save regardless of the overall situation. He issued a ban prohibiting anyone from mentioning his injuries in front of you. He didn’t want you to feel guilty, yet he’s been carrying that guilt himself. On that day, to save him, Black Eagle lost 32 people. Gray Wolf’s men decapitated them and hung their heads on the flagpoles at the junkyard.”

       So it was…really him…

       He was the demon who pushed Chu Yichen into hell.

       He was the culprit who ruined this body like this.

       It’s him…

       He had never thought about what happened in the three hours when Chu Yichen fell into the hands of Gray Wolf.

       He had never thought about what methods Gray Wolf would use to deal with Chu Yichen.

       He had never thought about how Chu Yichen escaped.

       He just coveted that position on a whim, so he followed the enemy’s instigation and made a phone call pretending to be kidnapped, deceiving the people he was supposed to be closest to into an irreversible trap.

       —I will do as you ask, provided you do not hurt him.

       On the phone, Chu Yichen’s voice was steady, unwavering. Without hesitation, he came for him, walking step by step into the trap that had been meticulously laid by his own hands.

       The thin line between life and death, covered with bruises. Unable to live, unable to die.  

       How much blood had that scarred body shed? What kind of torment and humiliation had he endured? How much pain had he suffered?

       He didn’t know.

       He knew nothing.

       He had simply acted as though nothing had happened, calling out ‘Yichen’ as if everything were normal, selfishly placing himself in the role of the victim. Shamelessly, he had told that man, “Chu Yichen, we’re brothers.” He had even brazenly accused him, “Yes, I did set a trap to deceive you. But now you’ve gained everything you wanted, and I’ve been left with nothing. I didn’t stand in your way or cause you any real harm. Why are you treating me like this?”

       How could he? How dare he say such a thing after torturing this man into such a broken state?

       Now he understood why Chu Yichen would not take off his clothes in front of him even during sex; he understood why Chu Yichen had such a complicated expression when looking at him. He understood all the things he had never understood before. It was only when he saw it with his own eyes, when he touched it with his own hands, that he realised the magnitude of his mistake. Only then did he understand how thoroughly he had destroyed this man.

       Layers of mist formed in his sour eyes, turning everything in front of him into blurry chaos. Many faces appeared in front of him; all of them were Chu Yichen. There was the way he smiled when he was a teenager, there was the way he was focused when playing ball, there was the way he played chess with himself, there was the way he looked lonely as he left, and there was the way he pressed himself on the bed coldly and ruthlessly.

       Chu Yichen’s voice echoed softly in his ears.

       —I have been wondering if it is because my tolerance and leniency towards you make you feel that no matter what you do to me, you can be forgiven?

       He never understood how much pain and sorrow this question contained. This was the person who had been by his side since they were young, who had treated him with endless patience and tolerance, who had never once voiced any grievances. And yet this person had been hurt so deeply by his selfishness, jealousy, and reckless actions, left broken beyond repair—and still, he hadn’t killed him. Still, he had let him go. Still, he had kept it all a secret.

       “If I’m willing to become a stranger?” the figure in the room on the East Shore softly said.

       “I will take good care of him. Please rest assured.” said the man standing straight before the Chu family tombstone, his gaze lowered.

       “Take him away and protect him. This is an order!” Amidst the gunshots one after another, the look that looked at him deeply was revealed.

       In the end, that man still chose to protect him. 

       The pain in his heart was sharp, as though a blade had pierced through it, so intense that he couldn’t make a sound. His strength seemed to drain away, his chest tight with suffocation. His body swayed, and large tears spilt from Chu Yunhan’s eyes, scalding as they fell onto the scarred body of the man before him.

       “I’m sorry… I don’t know… I don’t know anything… I’m sorry…” Chu Yunhan choked and spoke, trembling with every word. His hand, trembling as well, hesitated to touch the body before him, afraid of offending the man who lay there. In the end, he could only stand there, helpless and unsure of what to do.

       Chu Yichen frowned deeply and never opened his eyes.

       Seeing the two of them like this, Zhang Juan said helplessly, “Young Master Yun, you should return to your room first.”

       Chu Yunhan shook his head persistently, “I want to stay here.”

       “He needs a quiet rest.” Dr. Zhang had no choice but to persuade him again.

       “I won’t talk. I’ll just stay here… I won’t make a sound…”

       Zhang Juan sighed and hardened his heart, “Your presence here affects his mood and the treatment. I’m the doctor; you have to listen to me.”

       Chu Yunhan looked at Zhang Juan with reddened eyes, then at the man lying on the bed. After a moment of silence, he softly said, “Then… I’ll wait outside…” Finally, he lowered his head and walked out.

       Once the door closed, the doctor sat by the bed, his gaze falling on Chu Yichen’s arm, where the veins bulged as he gripped the edge of the bed tightly. With a hint of exasperation, Zhang Juan said, “I know you don’t want him to see you like this, but if he doesn’t know anything, the stalemate between you two will never end. Now that he’s gone, stop holding it in. If it hurts, just cry out.”

       The man still remained silent, his eyes tightly shut, completely motionless.

 

       Chu Yunhan didn’t return to his room, instead choosing to stay outside Chu Yichen’s door. No matter how Du Chuan tried to persuade him, he stubbornly refused to move. The butler, seeing that he wouldn’t budge, reluctantly had a single sofa brought in so he could sit for a while.

       He just sat on the sofa and waited. Sometimes, he stared blankly at the door, other times he lowered his head, lost in thought, his eyes red. Occasionally, he wiped at the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand. The slightest movement of the door would make him lift his head like a rabbit, nervously glancing around.

       More than two hours later, Zhang Juan and his assistants came out. Chu Yunhan immediately jumped up from the sofa and asked anxiously, “Is he feeling better?”

       The doctor nodded. “The pain’s passed, but he’s too weak to get up for the time being. I think that when he fully recovers, he’ll be the first to kill me, so I’m making a quick exit now.” He smiled at him, adding, “You two… really…”

       Before he finished speaking, Bai Xiao came out and said with a grin, “Doctor Zhang, the Young Master’s order has come. They want to arrest you and put you in solitary confinement. If you don’t run now, I’ll have to take action.”

       “This guy…” Zhang Juan cursed, then quickly slipped downstairs.

       Chu Yunhan was about to enter but was stopped by Bai Xiao.

       “Young Master wants you to go back and rest.”

       “I’ll just take a look at him.”

       “He… doesn’t want to see you now.”

       Hearing this sentence, the corners of his eyes turned red again. He stood dryly for a while and murmured, “I’ll stay here. Whenever he wants to see me, he can call me.”


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Chapter 35

       In the afternoon, there was a negotiation to cooperate with a company in Hong Kong to develop a real estate project. Both sides were stubbornly holding onto their positions regarding the investment ratio and profit sharing, resulting in a prolonged deadlock. Finally, they managed to reach an agreement.

       After it was over, Chu Yunhan entertained the guests for dining and entertainment as the gracious host. In the dimly lit private room, the hostesses sat with the guests. They were all wearing short cheongsams with high slits, and their white breasts and thighs were exposed, exuding an atmosphere of lustful allure. One sat next to him as well, trying to cosy up to him, but a single glance from him made her sit back obediently, eventually hugging a microphone and softly singing to herself.

       When the entertainment was over, and the guests were sent back to the hotel, the sky was already filled with stars. He leaned wearily against the back seat, quietly watching the neon lights flowing in the city at night, but the man’s face always appeared in his mind unconsciously.

       Cold and distant, smiling, locking eyes, asleep—frame by frame, like scenes from a movie. The more he thought about it, the more a faint heat spread over his body.

       What the hell… was he losing it?

       Was he really so sexually frustrated? 

       He shook his head irritably. Ever since the cemetery ambush incident, both of them had been overwhelmingly busy. As a result, he hadn’t made any requests to the other party, and he has been enduring them for over a month. Looking at Chu Yichen’s current state of exhaustion, he had no idea how much longer he would have to endure it…

       He was probably really poisoned by that person. Even at times like this, he wasn’t thinking about finding someone else. He was really eaten to death.

       He smiled helplessly.

       Let’s just bear with it a little longer…

 

       When he returned to the mansion, the study was still brightly lit. Standing at the doorway, Chu Yunhan glanced in to see the man seated behind the desk, engrossed in writing something with a pen. He had changed into a set of grey cotton pyjamas.

       Apparently, he had fallen asleep but had to get up to work temporarily.

       He frowned, walked in, and pretended to look for books on the bookshelf. While muttering, “Where is it?” he walked to the desk and cleared his throat.

       Chu Yichen looked up at him and asked, “Just got back?”

       “Well.” He glanced at the documents on the table and said, “Aren’t you done yet?”

       “Just a bit more.”

       With nothing more to say, Chu Yunhan casually pulled a book from the shelf and said, “Finally found it. Well… I’ll head back to the room then.”

       The man’s eyes turned from the book to his face, and he smiled and said, “Reading this at night?”

       Chu Yunhan looked down at the book and instantly felt as if his seat were on fire, embarrassment flooding him. The cover of the book, a traditional thread-bound edition, prominently displayed the words ‘Golden Lotus1Ming dynasty vernacular novel, formerly notorious and banned for its sexual content‘ in cursive calligraphy, with smaller, neatly printed characters beneath that read ‘Illustrated Edition’. His face turned red as he stiffened and said, “Just bored… reading randomly…”

       With a smile on his lips, Chu Yichen put down his pen, turned his chair towards him, and said, “Slave, come here.”

       Chu Yunhan felt his entire body heat up as though it were burning, almost steaming. Swallowing nervously, he stepped over to the chair hesitantly, stealing a quick glance at the door before kneeling down.

       A warm hand caressed his face, fingertips repeatedly rubbing over his lips before the man issued the command, “Suck.” Chu Yunhan parted his lips slightly, taking the man’s index finger into his mouth, his tongue curling around it as he gently sucked. The man gradually raised his finger, forcing him to tilt his head back, exposing the graceful, supple curve of his neck.

       In the quiet study room, the sounds of swallowing and sucking seemed particularly erotic. His Adam’s apple quivered, and his moistened lips turned a deeper red, like petals after rain—soft and alluring.

       This was the first time Chu Yunhan had willingly stepped into the role of a slave outside of the club. He could imagine how he looked right now—kneeling, sucking on another man’s finger, letting the man invade his mouth, completely yielding to his whims. The tension heightened the thrill, and coupled with over a month of abstinence, it didn’t take long for him to become aroused.

       Chu Yichen saw the bulge in his crotch and ordered, “Take off your pants and get on the desk.”

       He shamelessly did as he was told, leaning on the table and raising his fair ass high. The man stood up, but when his hand was about to touch his skin, he suddenly stopped. He frowned, then took a report and threw it before him, saying, “Read it out. You’ll be slapped if you make a mistake in a word.”

       Chu Yunhan had no choice but to obey and read a long paragraph. The man behind him remained silent the entire time, which puzzled him. He turned his head to peek at the risk of being punished, but he heard Chu Yichen say, “Get dressed. Get out.”

       Chu Yunhan froze, sitting up and turning to face him. Chu Yichen was leaning back in his chair, one hand gripping the armrest, the other pressing against the edge of the desk. His face looked a bit pale.

       “What’s wrong?” he asked.

       The man frowned deeply and said stiffly, “Get out.” He closed his eyes, his expression weary, as though he couldn’t even stand to look at him anymore. 

       Chu Yunhan was completely thrown off by Chu Yichen’s attitude. It was like having a bucket of cold water dumped over him, extinguishing all his passion. Frustrated, he said angrily, “What’s that supposed to mean? Do you find it fun to toy with me like this?”

       “Didn’t you say you were leaving? Yet here you are, refusing to go. What, do you enjoy sticking your ass out, begging me to use you? Pathetic,” Chu Yichen’s voice was cold and cutting, every word like a blade.

       Hearing this, Chu Yunhan froze completely, his face flushing red and then turning pale. It felt as if a knife had been plunged straight into his heart, and instead of being pulled out, it twisted cruelly, leaving a mess of torn flesh and blood in its wake.

       So this was Chu Yichen’s true opinion of him.

       So this was how lightly that man regarded him…  

       Chu Yunhan grabbed his pants, quickly put them on, and left the study without looking back. On his way down the stairs, he bumped into Du Chuan, knocking the cup from his hand. The scalding tea spilt onto his arm, but he didn’t even notice. He grabbed the car keys from the driver’s hand, slammed the door, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out of the door.

       He had no idea where he was going, but staying in that house—staying even one more second—was unbearable.

       Only when the car reached the highway did he realise his face was wet.

       Pathetic.

       But everyone else could call him pathetic—everyone except you. 

       It was you who made me like this. 

       It was you who made me unable to live without you…

       Chu Yichen…why do you do this to me…

       The road in front of him was blurred by the tears that kept pouring out. He finally pulled over to the side of the road, slumping forward onto the steering wheel as his shoulders shook with silent sobs.

 

       When his emotions finally calmed down, Chu Yunhan began to think about what to do. If he had been his proud and haughty old self, he would have left and never returned, preferring to bottle up his feelings rather than face that person again. But after everything that had happened, he had matured a lot compared to before. He didn’t know why the man’s attitude had suddenly changed or what he had done wrong. But because that person was Chu Yichen, there had to be a reason behind it.

       He wanted to talk to the other party and figure this out.

       In the end, Chu Yunhan made up his mind, turned the car around, and drove back to the old mansion.

       Deep down, he knew that he just couldn’t let go.

 

       Dragging his heavy footsteps to the door, he hesitated for a long time before finally mustering the courage to push it open. But the person in the study was gone. He walked up the stairs dejectedly and came to Chu Yichen’s door. He saw Bai Xiao leaning against the door and asked, “Is he in there?”

       “Young Master Yun, Young Master is resting.” Bai Xiao replied with a face devoid of any warmth, his tone respectful but cold.

       He glanced at the door and asked, “Is he… okay?” He had vaguely noticed Bai Xiao’s furrowed brow earlier. 

       The other party didn’t answer, merely stared at him in silence. 

       Chu Yunhan felt depressed and was about to leave when he saw the door open from the inside. Du Chuan stepped out, startled upon seeing him, and quickly hid what he was holding behind his back before shutting the door. Putting on a perfunctory smile, he said, “Young Master Yun, you’re back.”

       Chu Yunhan didn’t miss the little movements, and he distinctly heard a sound from within just as the door closed—a muffled noise from deep in someone’s throat. Suspicious thoughts swirled in his mind as he stepped closer to the door.

       Bai Xiao immediately moved to block his path. “Young Master Yun, Young Master is resting. It wouldn’t be appropriate to disturb him now.”  

       “Disturb…” Chu Yunhan let out a cold laugh, tinged with bitterness.

       That sound… the muffled groan… was obviously…

       He has another sub. No wonder he said those things earlier…

       Then what does the contract mean? What do they mean to each other?

       Chu Yunhan felt as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar. He was angry and desperate, and his fists clenched so tightly that they shook. He suddenly stepped forward and kicked the door. Bai Xiao reached out to grab him, but Chu Yunhan punched him so hard that he collided with the wall.

       “Young Master Yun!” Du Chuan shouted in desperation, and he rushed in like a tiger.

       Chu Yunhan stormed in, consumed by the thought of catching someone in the act, but froze in his tracks when he saw the scene before him. 

       The room was brightly lit. Three people stood by the bedside, seemingly in the middle of a discussion. Hearing the commotion behind them, they turned around simultaneously. One of them was Zhang Juan, and the other two were his assistants, dressed in pyjamas, clearly summoned in a hurry without even having time to change.

       From the gap between their bodies, Chu Yunhan saw Chu Yichen lying on the bed.

       The man’s wrists and ankles were bound to the bedframe with soft straps. His eyes were tightly shut, a towel clenched between his teeth, and his forehead was covered in sweat. Suppressed groans escaped from deep in his throat, his expression one of profound pain, as if enduring some unbearable torment.

       The sight was shocking enough, but when Chu Yunhan’s gaze fell on Chu Yichen’s exposed chest, he was completely stunned. 

       In his youth, when Chu Yichen would strip off his sweat-drenched jersey, there were always girls on the sidelines blushing and screaming. His skin was flawless, not even a single mole, and his taut muscles perfectly outlined his well-proportioned physique. 

       But now… his chest was covered in hideous scars, crisscrossing in all directions—some long, some short, of various shapes. One knife scar ran vertically downward, disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants, its stitched wound resembling a long, grotesque centipede. The sight was appalling.

       The scene before him hit Chu Yunhan like a bolt of lightning, rendering him completely motionless. He couldn’t even tear his gaze away. Bai Xiao, who had rushed in after him, was about to drag him out when Zhang Juan spoke up, “Enough, he’s already seen it. There’s no point in hiding it anymore.”

       Bai Xiao glanced at the man writhing in pain on the bed, then at the devastated Chu Yunhan, and released his grip. 

       “What… what is going on?” Chu Yunhan stammered, his tongue feeling clumsy.

       While Zhang Juan slowly pushed the remaining transparent liquid in the needle into Chu Yichen’s body, he said, “I’m afraid you have to ask Young Master Yun this question yourself.”

       Chu Yunhan’s heart jolted, his face turning pale as he looked at Zhang Juan. The suspicion that had been lingering in his mind, like wind sweeping sand, became increasingly clear and undeniable.

       At that moment, the man on the bed let out a hoarse sound, his brows deeply furrowed.

       Zhang Juan sighed and said, “How long are you planning to keep this from him?”

       Chu Yichen’s eyes fluttered open slightly, weakly glancing at the family doctor, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t. His chest heaved with difficulty due to labored breathing, prompting one of the assistants to place an oxygen mask over his face immediately.

       “I’m really tired of this hide-and-seek game you two keep playing. No one in this house dares to disobey your orders, so I’ll do it myself.”

       Zhang Juan stood by the bedside, pulled down Chu Yichen’s pyjama pants with a swift motion, then grabbed Chu Yunhan and dragged him to the edge of the bed. With a blank expression, he said, “Since you’re here to see, then see it clearly. There are 89 scars on his body in total. These circular ones are from being pierced with an awl. These shallow ones are knife cuts. These small burn marks are from electric shocks, while the larger ones are from scalding. This dent on his thigh? That’s where a chunk of flesh was gouged out. Fortunately, these are all external injuries meant to inflict pain but not fatal. The dangerous ones are twofold. First, this long slash wound—it starts under his ribs and runs all the way to his abdomen.”

       Then, Zhang Juan pressed Chu Yunhan’s hand against Chu Yichen’s chest and said slowly, “The second is a gunshot wound, right here. The bullet entered from his back and exited from the front. If it had been just a little off, he’d be dead. Young Master Yun, can you guess how long it took me to stitch up this body that was practically torn to shreds?”


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Chapter 34

       In this battle, the second eldest son of the Sheng family, Sheng Guang, and their third eldest son, Sheng Wei, were shot dead, and more than 200 of their men died. The fifth son, Sheng Ming, disappeared without a trace.

       On the side of J City, military and political leader Old Master Shen suddenly fell ill, and all affairs were handed over to his grandson, Shen Mo, to handle. Sheng Weiyong was arrested for economic crimes involved in smuggling, illegal possession of firearms, and other charges. The eldest son, Sheng Kai, was detained for a murder case. The stock price of Sheng Group plummeted. The Sheng family’s power was on the decline, as if a building was about to collapse, teetering on the edge. 

       The authorities classified this incident as a gang conflict, skillfully avoiding implicating the Chu family, instead announcing that the Chu family was an ‘innocent victim’ who had accidentally become involved in the gang clash.

       In this battle, the Black Eagle Society lost 43 men dead and over 240 injured. The casualties among Chu Qin’s former subordinates who were paying respect at the cemetery were the heaviest. At Qinglan Mansion, besides Aunt Song, the gardener, and a few servants who weren’t there that day, Bai Yang and three bodyguards were severely injured, while Feng Tai, Lan Xin, and others all died.

       Chu Yunhan, who stubbornly insisted on personally visiting the scene, did not speak a word the entire time. He only picked up Feng Tai’s pocket watch and tucked it into his chest pocket, slowly combing Lan Xin’s bloodstained hair, staring at her pale, quiet face for a long time without moving. Finally, he closed his eyes, which were reddened from holding back tears, and had them placed in black body bags and taken to the morgue.

       After returning from the cemetery, he locked himself in his room in the old mansion and hadn’t come out since. The Sheng family still had a lot of fish that might have slipped through the net and could be wandering the city, so Chu Yichen requested that he stay in the old mansion temporarily. But everyone knew the real reason—it was to prevent him from being reminded of the scene at the empty Qinglan Mansion.

       The next afternoon, the door was forced open, and Hei Yu brought a little girl to Chu Yunhan who looked haggard.

       There was finally a flicker of light in his dull eyes. He knelt halfway and said slowly in a hoarse voice, “Yuanyuan, your mother…is gone.”

       “…Where did Mommy go?” There was an uneasiness in the childish voice.

       “…She went to a very, very beautiful place. She wanted to stay there, but she couldn’t stop worrying about you, afraid you’d be lonely…” He did his best to remain composed in front of the child, trying to appear better, “From now on, Uncle will accompany you on her behalf so that she can rest assured, okay?”

       Yuanyuan looked at him and nodded, but tears fell. She was a sensitive and delicate child—her mother hadn’t come back, and neither had Uncle Feng. Many people hadn’t come back. She could read pity and sorrow in the adults’ eyes when they looked at her. She knew her mother wouldn’t return, and from now on, she had no one else to rely on except the man before her.

       Chu Yunhan held her in his arms and comforted her softly, “Don’t cry, don’t cry… Uncle will always be with you and protect you. Are you hungry? Let’s go get something to eat together, okay?”

       He had to pull himself together because someone needed him. He was someone else’s pillar of support. 

 

       This incident was too far-reaching, requiring a great deal of follow-up work. Both the black and white parties have a lot of things to be busy with, including political negotiations, business operations, internal management, tracing the remnants of the party, providing compensation for the deceased, and treating the injured… Additionally, with many people lost, Chu Yichen was swamped with work. Minran couldn’t be in J City to assist, and even the older generation, Chu Yu and Chu Xuan had to get involved. Chu Yunhan actively took over many of the group’s operational matters and became busy himself.

       The funeral of the deceased was held a week later, and tombstones were erected in the Black Eagle Society’s exclusive cemetery. Although some of the ashes had been collected by their families, their names were still engraved here as a permanent memorial.

       It was an extremely grand funeral. A black motorcade, with large white flowers tied to the front of the cars, slowly made its way along the main road of K City, passing in front of the Golden Eagle Group headquarters. Under the gaze of the golden eagle perched atop the building, the deceased were sent to their final resting place. The long procession attracted numerous onlookers, all of whom knew it was the Chu family bidding farewell to their loved ones.

       The officials and high-ranking members of the Black Eagle Society rushed back from all directions, and the entire cemetery was dark and solemn. Chu Yichen, wearing a black suit, stood at the front. Chu Yunhan and others stood behind him, bowing deeply to the tombstone together. Yuanyuan, who was wearing a little black skirt, held his hand tightly and sobbed softly. After the ceremony was over, he took her little hand and went to Lan Xin’s tombstone. Yuanyuan cried and said softly, “Mom, don’t worry, I will listen to Uncle Chu, and I will come to see you often…”

       Seeing this scene, Chu Yunhan felt extremely depressed. He turned his face and met the eyes of the man standing not far away.

       Chu Yichen was looking at him. The two of them were busy with their own affairs during this period. Even though they lived in the old house, they always left early and returned late. It seemed that they had not seen each other for a long time. At this moment, there were many people between them, and they were looking at each other calmly, and no one looked away. It wasn’t until Yuanyuan grabbed Chu Yunhan’s hand again that he lowered his head, picked her up, and left the cemetery first.

 

       When people get busy, they tend to ignore the passage of time. By the time all the matters were dealt with and the situation had stabilised, it had already been a month and a half. After winter set in, a few moderate to heavy rains fell, and the weather grew colder day by day.

       Chu Yunhan, who was woken up by the alarm early in the morning, went downstairs with messy hair and yawned. Since Lan Xin’s death, no matter how busy he was, he made sure to set aside time every day to have breakfast with Yuanyuan and then take her to kindergarten. He sleepily walked to the dining room, and when he saw the people sitting at the round table eating, he paused in surprise, his eyes widening.

       Yuanyuan, wearing a little red sweater, reached for the pastries on the plate, but her short arms couldn’t quite reach. She quietly pulled her hand back. Just then, a large hand extended from the side, moving the plate directly in front of her. The girl softly said thank you, took a small cake, and bit into it, with the jam filling spilling out. The man sitting next to her wiped it off with a napkin and said, “Take your time.”

       This scene was strange yet harmonious, leaving Chu Yunhan dumbfounded, unsure whether to walk over. A while ago, Chu Yichen had gone to J City to expand his network, and they hadn’t seen each other for more than half a month. Now, seeing him sitting at the table felt unreal. When Yuanyuan looked up and saw him, she called out, ‘Uncle Chu’, and immediately, the familiar gaze followed.

       Chu Yunhan felt a slight itch on his face, like being swept by a cat’s tail. He coughed lightly, said vaguely “Good morning, you’re back”, and sat down on the other side of Yuanyuan.

       “Just arrived.”

       He was a little cautious for no reason and said, “Over there… is everything settled?”

       “En.”

       “No need to go?”

       “En.”

       “Minran is still there?”

       “Shen Mo is still settling in; there are some things to take care of.”

       “Oh.”

       The exchange was brief and sparse.

       Chu Yunhan distractedly scooped some porridge into his spoon and brought it to his mouth, only to find it scalding. He was caught between spitting it out and swallowing, looking utterly awkward. He hissed through his teeth while sneaking a glance at the other man.

       The man raised the corner of his mouth, sipping milk from his cup without saying anything. However, Yuanyuan next to him looked at him sympathetically and said, “Uncle, eat slowly, hot.”

       “Okay.” His face turned red, and he stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon. He said, “I will take Yuanyuan back in two days.”

       Chu Yichen was silent for a while and replied calmly, “Okay, I’ll let someone arrange it.”

       Chu Yunhan didn’t know why he felt a little unhappy all of a sudden. It was as if there was a sudden and uncomfortable feeling in his heart. He said, “I’ll handle it myself.”

       It was quite a blunt rebuttal. Du Chuan, who was standing aside, glanced at the person sitting in the main seat.

       The man’s expression remained unchanged. He slowly took a sip of the milk in the cup and said, “Okay.”

       It was his own suggestion at first, but now that the other person agreed, he felt upset. What was going on? Even he thought he was being unreasonable.

       It was probably because he had been holding back too much lately, and he was a bit emotionally disturbed…

       That must be the case…

       Chu Yunhan felt sullen and had no appetite left. After Yuanyuan finished eating, he said, “I’ll take her to kindergarten,” and left.

       He was in a bad mood the entire way. It wasn’t until Yuanyuan, who was sitting in the back seat, asked timidly, “Is Uncle upset?” did he realised that he had been scowling the whole time and said with some shame, “No, it’s just that the road is a bit congested. I asked Aunt Jing to come after school in the afternoon to pick you up, okay? Uncle has a meeting that might run late.”

       “Okay.” The little girl was always very well-behaved.

       After dropping Yuanyuan off at kindergarten, Chu Yunhan realised that he had been absent-minded and had forgotten a whole folder of materials at home.

       He had originally planned to call Du Chuan to have someone bring them to the office, but since the folder contained confidential business documents, he decided to return them and get them himself.

       He walked into the traditional Chinese-style building with white walls and black tiles, his gaze passing over the study on the second floor. He paused, then turned back.

       Sunlight streamed through the wooden lattice window, casting patterns of shadows on the floor. The tall bookshelf was neatly stacked with books, forming a layered, pixelated 3D image. Amid this, a figure was slouched on the wide sofa, his head tilted to one side. His hand, holding a fountain pen, was limp against the armrest, and the pen had rolled onto the carpet.

       His eyes were tightly closed, and his thick black lashes cast a small shadow beneath his eyes.

       Chu Yichen had just… fallen asleep.

       Chu Yunhan stood quietly for a moment, letting out a soft sigh. This was the first time he had observed Chu Yichen’s sleeping face up close. He had always remembered Chu Yichen as strong and cold after reaching adulthood, like a machine, constantly alert and calm. Sometimes, he even forgot that this person was an ordinary human who needed rest.

       His gaze fell on the thick stack of materials on the side table, and he frowned.

       It must take a lot of effort to mediate among the powerful people in J City. This man caught a late-night flight, skipped a good night’s sleep, and was now handling a pile of matters. It’s really…

       He realised that this morning, the man had probably only had a cup of milk.

       He looked at the tired sleeping face of the other party, and somewhere in his heart, a soft, sour, green plum-like emotion welled up, slowly swelling, filling his heart to the fullest. He quickly went to a nearby room and took a soft thin blanket, gently draping it over Chu Yichen. After quietly closing the study door behind him, he turned to see Du Chuan holding a cup of tea and Hei Yu with the materials standing behind him. Chu Yunhan raised an eyebrow and said, “What’s so urgent that it couldn’t wait? Can’t you let him sleep for a bit?”

       This was the first time the young master had interfered with Chu Yichen’s matters, and both Du Chuan and Hei Yu were taken aback, exchanging glances. Hei Yu lowered his head and said, “I’ll report in half an hour.”

       He took a few steps, turned back, and whispered to Du Chuan, “Don’t mention that I came back.”

       “Understood.” The butler responded.


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Chapter 33

       His actions greatly exceeded Sheng the fifth’s expectations. The man’s brows furrowed into a deep crease, “Why are you…”

       “My surname is Chu.” Chu Yunhan looked at him.

       “And because you’re a Chu, the only one who can protect you now is me. My brothers will undoubtedly eradicate the Chu family; leaving me is a dead end for you.” Sheng the fifth raised his hand and looked at his watch anxiously. He then said, “Do you understand or not?”

       “I’ve already betrayed once and have no desire to do it a second time.” His voice was unusually calm, without a trace of ripples. “If you still have even a shred of affection for me, let me go and allow me a dignified end. If not, kill me yourself.”

       The man stared at him stiffly, with the corners of his mouth tightened. In addition to sullenness, heartbreak and sadness were in his eyes, and he whispered, “…Is it necessary to be like this?”

       Chu Yunhan didn’t know where he got the courage. He pressed his finger tightly on the trigger, lowered his eyes slightly, and said word by word, “It has to be like this.”

       Sheng the fifth was silent for a while, then punched the roof of the car with a gloomy face, gritted his teeth and ordered, “Let him through.”

       “Fifth Young Master!” Surprised, the attendant beside him said, “If you let him go like this… If the Third Young Master finds out…”

       “I said, let him through!” The man looked like a ferocious lion, his eyes a little red, “Shut the hell up!”

       Seeing his rage, his subordinates dared not say more and quickly stepped aside to clear the way.

       Chu Yunhan’s eyelashes trembled, and he said “Thank you” in a hoarse voice and sat back in the car. Bai Xiao immediately stepped on the accelerator and rushed out of the alley.

       Sheng Ming watched the car pass before him, turn the corner and disappear. He leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette tiredly. Sheng Weiyong knew about his obsession with Chu Yunhan, which was why he hadn’t been sent on this operation. He followed secretly in order to take Chu Yunhan away safely. He had planned it all out—he would take this man back to J City, and if his family objected, they would flee abroad together for a carefree life.

       But now, the man who once reached out to him for help no longer wanted to go with him.

       In the end, he was too late after all.

       Sheng the Fifth took a deep drag on his cigarette, recalling how Chu Yunhan had once been in his arms, and kissed. He was shy and tense, trying to resist yet forced to submit, so captivating. He thought of the stunning smile from earlier, and his gaze became unfocused.

       Just as he was lost in these memories, a subordinate came rushing over with urgency, “Fifth Young Master, something happened!

       Inside the car, Chu Yunhan was still gripping the gun tightly. His hands trembled slightly, and he used his other hand to steady it. Bai Xiao was on a call, listening silently before finally replying, “I understand.”

       “How is he? Is there any news? How is the situation at the cemetery?” Chu Yunhan asked anxiously as soon as the call ended, leaning forward against the front seat.

       Bai Xiao glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “No news yet.”

       The longer it dragged on, the worse it looked. Disappointment clouded Chu Yunhan’s face as he furrowed his brows deeply. After a moment of silent thought, he asked, “How many people are heading to the cemetery now?”

       “About two thousand.”

       “How many more manpower can be mobilised?”

       The man paused briefly and said, “There are about two thousand and five thousand in the city.”

       “Organise two thousand to intercept Sheng Wei. Split three hundred into two groups to guard the old house and the Zhou family; if necessary, evacuate them. Contact my second and third uncles, inform them of the situation, and have the people protecting Minran leave Italy and cut off all unnecessary communications. Choose a few sharpshooters to ambush at key intersections. Kill any members of the Sheng family on sight. Have all Black Eagle members currently outside conceal their identities and infiltrate J City slowly.” Chu Yunhan’s voice was dry and hoarse, with some unsteady tremors but with unprecedented cruelty. “Now turn around and go to the old house. I’m going to destroy all personnel records and financial documents. Assign two hundred men to protect it.”

       Bai Xiao stared at him in shock through the rearview mirror, unable to speak for a long time.

       “What are you waiting for?” Chu Yunhan snapped harshly.

       Bai Xiao turned on his mobile phone, dialled a number, and said in a deep voice, “Young Master Yun said…” Then he repeated all his words. After getting the answer from the other party, he made a sharp U-turn at a red light and headed toward the Chu family’s old house.

       “So much time has passed already…” There was a broken void in Chu Yunhan’s eyes, and his voice was very soft, as if he was mumbling to himself, “No news must mean he’s still alive…”

       “What will happen if Young Master is no longer here?” Bai Xiao suddenly asked.

       The man in the back seat said nothing.

       Just when Bai Xiao thought the other party wouldn’t answer, he heard a chilling sentence.

       “If he’s dead, not a single member of the Sheng family will live.”

       While Chu Yunhan headed toward the Chu family’s old house, Sheng Ming’s car was speeding toward the outskirts of the city. Behind him, several black cars followed like persistent shadows. From time to time, there was the sound of bullets hitting the car’s rear.

       Sheng Ming clenched the gun in his hand with red eyes, feeling waves of coldness coming from deep within his bones, making him tremble.

       On the phone call just now, the weak and breathy voice of the second brother Sheng Guang kept echoing in my ears.

       “Xiao Wu… I’m done for. Something happened to your third brother too… Don’t go back to J City. Just now… Shen Mo and Chu Minran attacked Dad… Turns out they’ve been planning this all along… Go abroad, don’t come back, just leave…”

       Overnight, the net in his hand was torn, and the beast was released, roaring angrily, revealing its bloody fangs.

       The hunter had become the prey.

       The mist in his eyes turned crimson as if everything was burning and evaporating around him. Sheng Ming clenched his teeth hard and finally closed his eyes, letting a scalding tear roll down his cheek. 

       When Chu Yunhan rushed into the old house in a hurry, he looked at Chu Yu and Chu Xuan standing in the hall. He was stunned, tears welled up in his eyes, and he said incoherently, “Second Uncle, Third Uncle, he’s at the cemetery… What…what should we do?”

       Chu Yu looked at him in such a panic and turned to Bai Xiao.

       Bai Xiao lowered his head guiltily and said, “I just… didn’t tell Young Master Yun the news.”

       “Deceiving your master, how insolent.” Chu Yu said coldly, “Your punishment will be dealt with later. Go tend to your wounds.”

       “Yes.” He immediately retreated.

       Chu Xuan walked over and said, “Yichen is fine, and the situation is under control. We are here, don’t worry.”

       Hearing these words, Chu Yunhan felt that the strength that had been held in his body had been drained out of his body. His whole body relaxed, and his feet lost some strength and swayed.

       Chu Xuan held him up and asked, “Are you okay?”

       He looked at the other person suddenly, tears rolling down uncontrollably. He hurriedly wiped it off with the back of his hand, lowered his head and said, “I’m okay.”

       “Sit down.” Chu Yu patted his shoulder, “Drink some water.”

       Chu Yunhan sat down and took the tea from the servant. Without drinking it, he said in a hoarse voice, “What happened today was done by the Sheng family.”

       “Yes,” Chu Yu said. “The Sheng family and our family have both been vying for political and military support. Initially, we stayed out of each other’s way, but a year ago, they began extending their influence into K City, squeezing our power. Yichen started strategising at that time, using the forces in J City to shake the foundation of the Sheng family. Although Minran claimed to be studying abroad in Italy, he has actually been staying with the Shen family in J City for the past year, hiding his identity and plotting to help Shen Mo rise to power. Just now, that plan has come to fruition.” He paused momentarily before continuing, “What happened today was indeed sudden. The Sheng family noticed Shen Mo’s growing power and decided to strike first and take Yichen’s life. However, this time, their covert operation was controlled directly by the second and third sons of the Sheng family. It wasn’t until last night that Minran figured out their movements. We had received word that they planned to make a move during the amusement park’s ribbon-cutting event hosted by Golden Eagle this afternoon. So, Yichen decided to use himself as bait to lure them out. Tang Can and Hei Yu also stayed behind with a large group of people at the venue. Unexpectedly, they changed their plans at the last minute and struck at the cemetery. Fortunately, Yichen had already sent extra personnel to protect you on the outside, which allowed the personnel to be redirected in time. It was a close call, but luckily, no major harm was done.”

       The brief explanation sounded plain, but it concealed the countless lives, blood, risks, and fear involved. Having personally experienced the events of the day, Chu Yunhan now fully grasped how treacherous this path was. After understanding the cause and effect, the panic in his heart subsided a little. He took a sip of tea to soothe his throat, which felt parched and burning. Yet, his mind suddenly conjured the image of Chu Yichen standing solemnly before his father’s gravestone.

       —I will take good care of him, please rest assured.

       What if that person’s original plan was to use himself as bait in the afternoon to lure the Sheng family into making a move? Then what kind of feelings did he harbour when he said this sentence? His appearance at the cemetery this morning—was it truly for homage, or…

       Was it to see him? 

       To see him, possibly for the last time?  

       When this thought suddenly came into his mind, his whole body froze.

       “Go and take a rest.” Chu Yu said gently when he saw that his face was pale.

       He shook his head, “I’ll wait here.”

       Wait for what?

       He knew it in his heart but couldn’t say it aloud.

       Thunder exploded in the distance, rumbling furiously in the dark clouds. The gloomy sky was split in half by lightning, the wind blew the trees in the yard, and the rain poured heavily.

       Chu Yunhan stood behind the railing in the corridor, staring closely in the direction of the door. The cold wind ruffled his brown hair and slapped his face with wetness.

       At last, a figure appeared in the empty doorway. 

       Closer and closer.

       The man walking in front stopped when he saw him.

       That handsome, striking face was smeared with blood, blending with the rain. His black coat was soaked, water dripping steadily from its edges. Yet his posture remained tall and composed, like a tree growing skyward or a lone wolf standing proud and unyielding.

       At that moment, the entire world seemed to lose its colour.

       All that remained were those dark eyes, gazing at him through the rain, tender as water.

       “I’m back.”


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Chapter 32

       Chu Yunhan stood frozen. The wind slipping between the two of them carried a biting chill, dispersing the warmth from his body.

       He watched the man approach little by little and finally stopped in front of him before reaching out a hand toward his coat collar. Chu Yunhan wanted to step back, but out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the neatly lined-up crowd not far away. His retreat halted abruptly, and he allowed the man to straighten his crooked collar.  

       Now, Chu Yichen, who appeared in the cemetery, is the head of the family and his cousin. The intimacy of his gestures carried a performative quality. 

       He wanted his subordinates, partners, friends, enemies, and others who came here for various reasons to see clearly—that there was harmony between the Chu brothers, no discord whatsoever, and that the previous rumours of brothers turning against each other were just nonsense.

       It had been a long time since they last met in a public setting like this, each standing in their respective positions. Chu Yunhan kept his gaze low, barely daring to look at the other. In a soft voice, he asked, “When did you arrive?”

       “Since the moment ‘I really hate myself,’” the man replied, his voice light.

       He only felt a little suffocated in his chest and stood silently with his hands down.

       Chu Yichen put down the flowers and stood before the stone tablet for a long time. In the end, he only said one sentence, “I will take good care of him; please rest assured.”

       Chu Yunhan’s heart felt like it had been struck hard, beating wildly out of rhythm. His face flushed red, and his clenched fingers dug painfully into his palm.

       “Let’s go,” the man said as he passed by.

       He glanced at the tombstone again, pursed his lips, and followed the other person’s steps outside.

       Chu Yichen walked in front, his slim body wrapped in a slightly loose coat, making him look tall and imposing. The oncoming wind blew the man’s scent over, and the light and familiar scent of aftershave brushed past the tip of his nose, reminding him of those ridiculous and indulgent nights, of the way the man panted against his body, of the relationship between the two of them. That sticky entanglement between them.

       A restless heat rose from deep within his spine, causing his blood to gradually boil. Lost in thought, he didn’t notice Chu Yichen stopping in front of him and ended up bumping into the man’s back. Looking at those oppressive black eyes, as if his thoughts were being seen through, his face became even hotter, and he whispered, “…I’m sorry.”

       “Where are you going?” Chu Yichen asked.

       “The company, there’s this project… and we have an appointment for negotiation.”

       Just as the other party was about to speak, he heard a ‘bang’ sound in the air, and then a bodyguard in front of him fell heavily at his feet.

       Everything happened unexpectedly.

       Chu Yunhan was hugged hard and rolled over, hitting his head on the ground before he realised that it was a gunshot. Chu Yichen pressed him tightly, and his voice was hoarse, “Don’t move.” Screams erupted, and everyone seemed to move in an instant. The bodyguards gathered around and blocked the two people. He heard the sound of flesh being penetrated, he saw people falling continuously, and he felt Bai Yang protecting him in front of him, pushing him back.

       In the chaos, a car slammed through the cemetery fence and rushed in. Bai Xiao shouted, “Young Master, get in!” Chu Yichen grabbed Chu Yunhan and shoved him into the backseat, slamming the door. He then said, “Take him away!”

       “Young Master!” Bai Xiao looked sad, and his voice was trembling.

       “Take him away. Protect him.” The man said solemnly, “This is an order.” He drew the pistol at his waist, looked deeply at the dumbfounded Chu Yunhan, and said nothing. He turned around and followed the steps of the bodyguards as they quickly retreated towards the building in the distance.

       Bai Xiao’s eyes were blood red. He gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator hard, and the car sped away.

       The intensive gunfire drowned out Chu Yunhan’s trembling, “Wait a minute…” and the bullets hit the car door and windows, making a ‘bang’ sound. The bulletproof glass around him was cracked into spider web-like patterns. He suppressed his fear and trembled all over. “Wait…Bai Xiao…wait…” His mind was blank as if he had been thrown naked into an ice cellar; his teeth were trembling, and he was shaking with every word.

       “Wait for what? What are you still waiting for? He stayed there to draw the fire away, to make sure you live!” The man driving the car had a gunshot wound on his left arm, and blood was oozing out. There was a kind of sad despair in his voice, and he roared fiercely, “He’s done everything he could for you—everything! Even what he couldn’t do, he did! Do you fvcking know that?!”

       Gripping the door handle tightly, Chu Yunhan felt a dull ache and suffocating pressure in his chest as though someone was squeezing his heart. Even breathing became difficult. The last look Chu Yichen gave him lingered in his mind.

       The black eyes, with the deep light, seemed to have a lot of reluctance but also an unshakable determination.

       —-He wants you to live.

       Chu Yunhan grabbed Bai Xiao’s shoulders with trembling hands and said, “Go back…” Seeing that the other party didn’t respond and still drove straight forward, he finally shouted angrily, “Go back! I want to go back!” “

       A sneer appeared on the pale man’s lips, “What’s the use of going back?”

       The words hit him like a blunt weapon to the head, leaving him dazed and unable to respond. He slumped back into the seat, lost and despondent. 

       Yeah, what’s the use?

       What on earth am I…useful for?

       Chu Yunhan covered his face with his hands, pressing hard enough for his knuckles to turn white, leaving deep marks on his skin. Warm moisture soaked his palms and cheeks. He couldn’t tell whether it was sweat, tears, or perhaps dirt or blood from somewhere.

       The feeling of powerlessness he felt when his father left swept over him again. This time, it was stronger and more overwhelming. He trembled and huddled in the back seat like a cornered animal, letting out a silent cry of despair.

       Don’t die…

       You can’t die…

       Chu Yichen…please…

       He prayed over and over in his mind. Having always believed in nothing, he suddenly hoped that there really was a god in the world who could hear his prayer and bless that person.

       Chu Yichen had stayed behind in the cemetery, drawing most of the enemy fire. After their car was pursued for a while, the gunfire ceased. But even as they entered the city, Bai Xiao’s expression remained grim. He kept glancing at the rearview mirror, frowning, and pressed the accelerator hard. The car, already going at 130 kilometers per hour, skidded almost sideways as it rounded a sharp corner and changed direction.

       Chu Yunhan was nearly thrown off his grip on the handle, asking in alarm, “Is someone following us?”

       “Yeah.” Bai Xiao pulled a gun from beneath his seat and tossed it to him while driving. He then said, “If I die later, just run. If you can’t escape, well, then you’re out of luck.”

       Chu Yunhan’s heart pounded as he loaded the gun. He took a deep breath, and quickly recalled the shooting techniques he had been trained in—steady your breathing, align the three points, squeeze the trigger…

       At that moment, Bai Xiao suddenly slammed on the brakes. The car screeched to a halt, leaving deep tyre marks on the ground. They were trapped in a narrow alley, blocked by cars at both ends. Seeing the formation, Bai Xiao’s face darkened, and he curled his lips into a sinister smile. Gripping his gun, he sneered with a chilling malevolence, “Young Master Yun, it looks like today’s the day we die here.” Every word dripped with murderous intent.

       Chu Yunhan forced himself to stay calm, controlled his hands so as not to shake, gritted his teeth, opened the car door, and stood out.

       Bai Xiao was shocked, “What are you doing?!”

       He stood beside the car and shouted to the people at the other end of the alley, “I am Chu Yunhan. If you’re making such a big show of trying to kill me, isn’t the least you could do is show me who you are before I die?”

       The other party was silent for a while. Then someone came up and whispered, “Long time no see.”

       Chu Yunhan’s eyes widened. In disbelief, he looked at the other party and said, “Sheng the fifth…”

       The man looked at him and said, “This isn’t a situation I wanted to see either. Yunhan, forgive me; I had no choice.”

       “…Why? Isn’t there cooperation between the two families? Why on earth are you doing this?!” His back was tense, he clenched his fists, and his eyes looked like they were about to burst into flames.

       “Your cousin’s methods are too clever—he has been eroding our influence bit by bit, gradually replacing us, and step by step undermining Old Man Shen’s trust. He orchestrated schemes to lure us into expanding our cooperation, only to cut off our resources after thoroughly assessing our strengths. And now, he has supported Shen Mo in sidelining Old Man Shen, leaving us completely without support. Forced into such a situation, don’t we deserve to seek justice?”

       Chu Yunhan looked at the other party in shock, unable to say anything.

       “If I wanted to kill you, you wouldn’t have made it this far.” There was a soft light in Sheng Ming’s eyes, “You betrayed Chu Yichen once. Life in the Chu family can’t have been easy for you. I regretted not taking you away last time, and that regret has stayed with me ever since. Today, I’m here to take you with me.”

       “…What?”

       “Sheng Guang brought two hundred people to the cemetery, and the third brother Sheng Wei brought two thousand more in from outside the city. The outcome is clear—Chu Yichen won’t make it out today. Once he’s dead, the Chu family will fall. Rather than being dragged down with them, why not leave with me? Let’s go to J City and live our own carefree lives. I’ll stay by your side for the rest of your life.”

       Chu Yunhan stood frozen, his bangs casting a shadow over his eyes. His shoulders trembled slightly as he asked, “And if I refuse?”

       Sheng Ming frowned, “I don’t want to use force on you.”

       Chu Yunhan raised his face and smiled at the man standing ten meters away.

       It was a smile filled with charm—three parts gentle, three parts cool and aloof, three parts wild and unrestrained, and one part so captivating it left others unable to look away. Within it were hints of provocation and disdain, along with an air of cold arrogance. The subtle smile played lightly at the corners of his eyes and brows, making his already handsome face radiate a unique allure—deadly and dangerously irresistible.

       Sheng the fifth stared at him blankly, motionless.

       It was so beautiful. Like an elusive white deer in the forest, always out of reach. That smile ignited an uncontrollable desire in man to conquer and possess.

       However, the next second, the proud animal walked towards the cliff’s edge.

       Chu Yunhan put the cold gun muzzle against his temple and said, “I’ll give you two choices: let me go or kill me.”


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Chapter 31

       As time passed, the autumn air deepened, the weather grew cooler, and a chill lingered in the breeze brushing past. Leaning against the car door, Chu Yunhan tugged up the collar of his coat slightly. His hand paused briefly as it brushed against his neck.

       The hickey under the side of the neck still left a faint mark, and he recalled the way the man looked at him from above while supporting his body. Three days ago, his legs were tied into an M shape during the two-person game, wide open to receive the man’s advances. This time, no tools were used—just the intrusion and caress of the man’s fingers were enough to send him spiralling into waves of pleasure, trembling and climaxing helplessly. The sight of Chu Yunhan, eyes misty with lust and pleading desperately, also stirred Chu Yichen. His breathing quickened, his body tensed, and a sheen of sweat formed on his forehead.

       The contract signed by the two not only restricted the dom from having sexual intercourse with him, but also restricted to ‘one-to-one’ relationship. This also meant that a man could not take other slaves, nor could he use his body. When he felt the urge, he could only masturbate and endure. This overbearing clause was indeed unfair. Chu Yunhan, whose orga-m had subsided, felt a little soft-hearted when she saw him holding back so hard.

       To be honest, he really admired Chu Yichen for his endurance. After so long, he could hold it back like this every time. Will he get internal injuries if he keeps holding it in like this? Chu Yunhan looked at the person lying next to him, hesitated for a while, and whispered, “How about… I can use my hands for you?”

       The man turned his face to look at him and said nothing.

       His face turned red, and he said awkwardly, “If you want to do it yourself, I can leave.” Then he sat up and said, “I’ll go go take a…”

       He was pulled down on the bed before the word ‘bath’ could be uttered, and the slender body covered the light above his head. The man leaned over and pressed him under him. Deep black eyes were on his handsome face, staring at him closely. An ink-colored flame seemed to be burning inside, silent and hot.

       Chu Yunhan wanted to slap himself twice at this moment.

       Why would he take the initiative to do such a thing… What kind of misplaced generosity is this? I must be out of my mind talking so cheaply like that!

       But the words had been spoken. Looking at Chu Yichen’s current state, if he said, ‘Forget it, I won’t do it’, and ran away, he would probably be skinned… Even if he were not skinned directly, his ass would be spread open next time. Since things had come to this, it was better just to do it. After all, he had pleased him for so long, so it could be regarded as reciprocating the favour.

       He reluctantly reached out to unbutton the man’s shirt, but his wrist was grabbed, pulled directly under his body, and pinned to the belt.

       Did this mean he didn’t need him to take off your clothes, and he could just start stroking right away?

       Now that he thought about it, this guy didn’t seem to like taking his clothes off when forcing himself on him… What a peculiar habit.

       Chu Yunhan blushed and untied Chu Yichen’s belt in embarrassment. He pulled down the zipper and then pulled down his underwear a little. When his palms felt the area that was about to become aroused, he couldn’t help but shrink.

       It felt hot.

       The blood vessels surged, making the entire column thick and even somewhat ferocious.

       “You…” He gulped. He looked at the other person who was staring at him, resignedly held the monster, and began to play it slowly.

       Chu Yunhan was well aware of Chu Yichen’s stamina—after all, he’d ‘experienced it firsthand’ many times at the Chu family’s old house. At this moment, as his hand grew sore without any signs of cumming, he muttered in frustration, “If you don’t finish soon, I’m stopping.”

       There was a helpless smile in the man’s slightly lowered gaze, and he said in a slightly hoarse voice, “You are clumsy and impatient.”

       Chu Yunhan, who was criticised for his hard work, was not happy. He took Chu Yichen’s c0ck and squeezed it hard. He couldn’t help laughing when he saw Chu Yichen trembling and gasping.

       It wasn’t until he finished laughing that he realised something was wrong.

       The conversation and actions between them just now were too intimate—as if they were teasing a pair of close lovers. And this way of getting along with each other without any grudges was a bit like when they were young.

       “Chu Yichen…” His eyes trembled, and he wanted to say something, but his lips were blocked.

       The man’s body pressed down as if to prevent him from thinking about other things, and he continued to deepen the kiss. He pried his teeth open, stirred his tongue roughly, and kissed him until he couldn’t breathe and his body went limp before parting ways.

       “If you want me to cum, just cooperate.” Hot and moist breath was on the side of his neck as Chu Yichen played with his c0ck and left spots of kisses all over his body. Finally, he held their c0cks at the same time and ejaculated together.

       Two consecutive ejaculations and high-intensity lovemaking made Chu Yunhan extremely sleepy. Even though he knew that he was in the other person’s arms, he was too lazy to move again, so he let the man hold him and fell asleep. When he woke up, he was alone in the room again.

       In the past three days, he had always thought of Chu Yichen unconsciously. When he thought of Chu Yichen, he couldn’t help but think about the relationship between the two, the past, and where the future is headed… His mind was a mess as he thought about it.

       He rubbed his head irritably, and his brown hair became like a bird’s nest.

       There was a ‘puff’ of laughter not far away. Chu Yunhan looked up and saw the woman walking over. He also smiled and leaned over to greet the little girl next to her, “Hi, little beauty.”

       Yuanyuan was wearing a beautiful white sweater and red leather shoes. Although her face still looked a little shy, it no longer looked as timid as before. She looked at him with a pair of big fluffy eyes.

       “Did you have fun today?”

       The little girl nodded to him, hesitated, took out a lollipop from her pocket and handed it to him.

       “Giving it to me? Thank you.” He took it, tore off the wrapping paper and put it in his mouth, smiling, “It’s very sweet.”

       Yuanyuan’s beautiful big eyes curved up, revealing two dimples.

       “Let’s get in the car and go home together.”

       “How come Young Master Yun is free to pick us up today?” Lan Xin asked as he opened the car door.

       “Why, you are not satisfied with me as a driver?” Chu Yunhan joked.

       “How dare I.” Lan Xin laughed and said, “You are so busy. I’m afraid I am just delaying your work.” She had escaped her alcoholic and abusive husband and stayed at Qinglan Mansion to become a maid. This allowed her not only to spend time taking care of her daughter but also to pursue learning culinary arts and flower arranging. The heavy makeup she once wore was gone, revealing a fresh and fair complexion. Her seductive and flirtatious demeanour from her nightclub days had disappeared, replaced by a gentle yet capable persona, making her an excellent assistant to the housekeeper, Feng Tai. Despite earning only 300 yuan a month, Lan Xin spent it all on snacks and essentials for Yuanyuan, refusing to keep a single penny for herself. To her, Chu Yunhan was her saviour—someone who had rescued her from a life of misery, helped her regain her innocence, and even sponsored Yuanyuan’s education at the best private kindergarten in K City. She was willing to repay these kindnesses throughout her life.

       “I got off work early today, so it’s perfect to give you a ride home.” As he drove on, he suddenly thought of something and said, “By the way, tell Uncle Feng to prepare the things I need for the day after tomorrow.”

       “The day after tomorrow, it’s the seventh…” She suddenly woke up, looked at the man with some sadness in her eyes, and said softly, “Okay.”

       Although Lan Xin hadn’t been at the manor for long, everyone already treated her as one of their own. They didn’t shy away from discussing things in her presence, and with her knack for observing and interpreting subtle cues, as well as her sharp and clever nature, she had pieced together a general understanding of this young master’s affairs.

       November 7th was Chu Qin’s death anniversary.

       That was the most painful turning point in Chu Yunhan’s life. Overnight, his family was shattered beyond repair. From then on, his temperament changed drastically—the once cheerful young man became depressed. Later, he spent all his time with women and alcohol and never even returned home. This transformation left Feng Tai and the other staff heartbroken and distressed, unsure how to help him. Fortunately, he was back now. Even so, this particular date continued to make them uneasy, fearing that Chu Yunhan might hurt himself out of grief.

       Maybe since she was tired from playing in kindergarten, Yuanyuan fell asleep in the car. When they returned to Qinglan Mansion, Lan Xin wanted to wake her up, but Chu Yunhan stopped her.

       “Let her sleep.” He bent down, picked up the little girl from the back seat, and walked quickly through the door. In her daze, Yuanyuan softly wrapped her small hands around his neck, put her face against his neck and continued to sleep.

       It was a relaxed posture that conveyed a sense of safety. Yuanyuan trusted him and was gradually emerging from her timid and fearful state. The child had suffered terribly at the hands of her biological father, but now she was slowly returning to a normal life. Although she still didn’t talk much and remained wary of strangers, she had started playing with the other children at kindergarten and was smiling more and more.

       Chu Yunhan suddenly felt that he had really done something right. The feeling of being relied upon and trusted by this sensitive child even made him feel more satisfied and happy than winning the project or doubling the profit. It was like a warm breeze blew on his face and poured into your body, making his heart soft and warm.

       Dr. Chen was right; deep down he did long to be needed and…to be loved.

       If he could have my own family, if he could have his own children…

       As he thought of this, Chu Yichen’s face suddenly flashed in his mind.

       He stiffened and stopped.

       “What’s wrong?” Lan Xin asked.

       “It’s okay.” His eyelashes lowered slightly, and he continued to walk forward.

 

       November 7th.

       It was a suitable day for offering sacrifices, betrothal, opening businesses, and travelling. It was not suitable for groundbreaking, building beams, or construction work.1usually in chinese calendar, there will be notes about what the date is auspicious for and what to avoid in the particular date

       In the early morning, Chu Yunhan adjusted his collar and pressed the black cufflinks into the buttonholes with his slender fingers. He looked at himself in black clothes in the mirror, breathed out gently, turned around and said, “Let’s go.”

       Feng Tai, who was standing aside, responded and followed.

       The sky seemed to have been splashed with a bucket of sewage water. It was gloomy, and even the clouds were dyed with a dark colour. There seemed to be an invisible sense of oppression in the atmosphere, which made people’s moods become heavy.

       Black Mercedes-Benz parked one after another outside the cemetery gate.

       Chu Yunhan got out of the car. Lan Xin put a black coat on him and said, “The wind is blowing.”

       He put on his coat and walked forward. People all dressed in black followed one after another. Among them were the servants from the manor and former subordinates of the Chu Qin’s families. Though their numbers were not large, they moved in an orderly and solemn manner, drawing the attention of some grave sweepers.

       He walked slowly along the road in the morning mist, slowly walking towards the mountain. In the silence, there was only the sound of scattered footsteps on the fallen leaves.

       On the sunny hillside of the cemetery, there was an open area isolated by a fence planted with green pines and cypresses. Two men in black who had been waiting here early nodded to him and saluted.

       Three tombstones were standing there, two of them standing side by side. One belonged to the old man, and the other had the words ‘Qin Yuxuan’ engraved. Chu Yunhan took a handkerchief from Feng Tai, carefully wiped the two tombstones clean, placed white chrysanthemums in front of the tombs, and burned incense to offer prayer. After finishing, he moved to the tombstone standing alone not far away. After completing everything according to the rules, the others retreated outside the fence, leaving him alone in front of the tombstone.

       “Dad, I’m here.” He said, “How have you been over there? Mom didn’t come today—you know, her lower back always acts up around this time. She’s doing well, though. I just visited her yesterday. She’s gained a little weight recently and has been learning traditional Chinese painting from a teacher. She’s very focused on it. I secretly took one of her paintings and brought it here for you to see. It’s her wish; she said she wanted to paint something for you. Even now, she’s still waiting for you to come back.”

       He smiled, but his eyes were a little red, “I’ll take good care of her, so you don’t need to worry. I’m… doing pretty well now, too. I’ve taken over a few companies. There are still plenty of things in management that I’m not good at, but I’m gradually getting the hang of it. Now, I regret not taking the time to learn properly while you were here. Back then, I only cared about having fun and never thought about anything else.” He paused, lowered his head and said softly, “Dad, I made a big mistake before. Honestly, I don’t have the face to tell you about it. If you were still here, I bet you’d beat me so hard I couldn’t get up. I can’t even explain why I acted so irrationally—it was probably because I felt not taken seriously, insecure, and jealous. Chu Yichen… he’s an excellent heir. He handles everything so seamlessly. I really can’t compare to him.”

       Chu Yunhan looked at his father’s black and white portrait on the cold tombstone and was silent for a while. His hands hanging by his side clenched tightly into fists. The redness in the corners of his eyes became thicker. His voice trembled in the wind, “Dad, he and I… we, we…” He couldn’t continue the words here; his lips trembled a little, and as he lowered his head, the tears accumulated in his eye sockets fell to the ground and melted into the soil.

       Shame, guilt, sadness.

       The mixture became the pain of being unable to speak.

       “I know this is wrong…but I can’t control it…I really…hate myself…Dad, I’m a beast…I don’t deserve to be your son…” He covered his eyes with one hand. His shoulders trembled violently as his tears blurred his vision and wetted his palms.

       Although he tried to tell himself that it was just a game, although the other party deliberately blurred the relationship between the two, and although they had such a tacit understanding, when Chu Yunhan faced his deceased father, he did not have any excuse.

       When the fig leaf covering the absurd relationship was torn off, all the unhappiness would be laid out naked before him.

       There was no pretence, no way to avoid it, no way to resist it.

       These were words he had nowhere else to say, so he could only confide them to the departed during today’s visit to the grave. It took him a long while to regain his composure. Using a handkerchief, he wiped away the traces of tears and took several deep breaths to steady himself. Only after carefully managing his expression did he finally turn around.

       A figure ran into his sight without warning.

       Dressed in a long black coat, the figure stood tall and upright, holding a bouquet of white carnations in his hands.


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