Month: November 2024 (Page 3 of 6)

Chapter 39 – I don't know what to say today, so let’s perform a good breakup for everyone.

November 19, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Chapter 39 – I don’t know what to say today, so let’s perform a good breakup for everyone.

 

He Zhanzhou met Xiao Shiqing’s gaze without flinching. “Your Majesty, are you going with Prime Minister Xiao?”

 

Zhao Qi glanced at He Zhanzhou, then at Xiao Shiqing, caught in a familiar dilemma. He thought he had made it clear enough to He Zhanzhou, but apparently, He Zhanzhou didn’t think so. It would be better to resolve this quickly; otherwise, it could lead to endless trouble.

 

“Prime Minister, indeed, Longzhou and I have private matters to discuss,” Zhao Qi said. “Would you mind returning first?”

 

“In that case—” Xiao Shiqing sat back down. “Go ahead.”

 

He Zhanzhou: “…”

 

Zhao Qi: “?? Although I call you ‘brother,’ you really don’t treat yourself as an outsider!”

 

Xiao Shiqing picked up his teacup leisurely. “Your Majesty has private matters that I shouldn’t know about.”

 

“If Prime Minister wants to hear, I’ll just say it straight,” He Zhanzhou said. “His Majesty and I have already…”

 

Zhao Qi rushed forward and covered He Zhanzhou’s mouth. “We already have a horse named ‘Perhaps.’ I’ll introduce it to the Prime Minister when there’s a chance.”

 

He Zhanzhou chuckled softly, his lips brushing against Zhao Qi’s palm. Zhao Qi gave him a meaningful look, silently warning him to shut up.

 

Is this person out of his mind? Can he really tell Xiao Shiqing about such things? If he wants others to know, he might as well write an 800-character essay detailing that night and post it all over the capital.

 

Xiao Shiqing narrowed his eyes and placed the teacup down heavily. “Finished?”

 

Zhao Qi nodded like a chick pecking at rice. “Finished, finished.”

 

Xiao Shiqing stood up. “Let’s go then.”

 

“Alright.” Zhao Qi let go of He Zhanzhou’s hand and gestured a warning throat-cutting gesture at him.

 

He Zhanzhou was quite displeased, muttering softly, “Your Majesty listens to Prime Minister too much.”

 

Zhao Qi rolled his eyes. Of course, I have to listen. What’s the consequence of opposing Xiao Shiqing? The original work made it very clear.

 

Following Xiao Shiqing to the door, Zhao Qi paused and turned back. “The injury on your shoulder…”

 

He Zhanzhou smiled. “It’s nothing, just a minor wound.”

 

“I have medicine in my quarters. I’ll have someone send it to you later.”

 

On the way back to his palace, Xiao Shiqing remained silent, while Zhao Qi was still digesting the fact that he had been slept with by his good brother and didn’t feel like talking much either.

 

Upon arriving at Yonghua Palace, Zhao Qi said, “Thank you, brother, for escorting me back.”

 

Xiao Shiqing lowered his gaze, observing, “You’ve spoken less today compared to usual.”

 

Curious, Zhao Qi asked, “Do I usually talk a lot?”

 

Xiao Shiqing paused, then continued, “What’s really going on between you and He Changzhou?”

 

At the mention of this, Zhao Qi grew uneasy, “There’s nothing going on.”

 

Xiao Shiqing’s eyes darkened slightly, his voice soft but firm, “Zhao Qi, don’t lie to me. Otherwise, I will… be very angry.”

 

Zhao Qi hesitated briefly, then denied firmly, “I haven’t.”

 

Xiao Shiqing nodded lightly, “Very well, go then.”

 

Late into the night, Zhao Qi lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He couldn’t shake He Changzhou from his mind. Unable to sleep, he stared at the characters he had written: Rong, Li, He, Xiao. The circles above “Rong” and the crosses above “He” seemed ironic the more he looked at them.

 

He tried to visualize He Changzhou’s face in his memories, causing goosebumps to rise all over his body.

 

Unexpectedly, He Changzhou appeared quite sunny and innocent, yet he had uttered such predatory words in bed! Was Zhao Qi blind to have dismissed him so readily?

 

However, He Changzhou’s words had triggered something in Zhao Qi. If it was just drunkenness, he wouldn’t have reacted so strangely—feverish, short of breath, craving for someone else’s touch… It felt almost like the effects of Longing Love Potion he had once encountered with Rong Tang.

 

Could it be that he, too, had been affected by an aphrodisiac back then?

 

The more Zhao Qi thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. But thinking alone wouldn’t suffice; he needed evidence.

 

Early the next day, Zhao Qi instructed Jiang Dehai to prepare several jars of wine. He intended to drink heavily that night.

 

Jiang Dehai was surprised, “Your Majesty said drinking affects your duties, and you swore off alcohol.”

 

“I don’t want to drink; I want to conduct an experiment.”

 

“An experiment?”

 

Zhao Qi nodded, “I want to see what I’ll do when I’m drunk.” He couldn’t accept the idea of becoming aroused while intoxicated. Just in case, he instructed, “Tonight, guard Yonghua Palace. Don’t let anyone in, no matter who they are.”

 

Jiang Dehai hesitated, “What if the Prime Minister insists on seeing Your Majesty?”

 

“I’ll drink later tonight. The Prime Minister shouldn’t be visiting me in the middle of the night.”

 

When Zhao Qi went to pay respects to Empress Dowager Wen, he unsurprisingly met Princess Jiayan. There was no affection between him and this half-sister, who had grown up in the distant Xuchun Garden on the outskirts of the capital. They had met only a handful of times. Today, Empress Dowager Wen had summoned Jiayan to Cian Palace regarding the matter of the Crown Prince of Western Xia.

 

“Let’s get straight to the point,” Empress Dowager Wen said, “Jiayan, did you visit the Imperial Garden during the Longevity Festival banquet?”

 

Jiayan twisted her handkerchief nervously, “I… I…”

 

Impatiently, Empress Dowager Wen interrupted, “What’s there to hesitate about? Just tell the truth.”

 

Since Empress Dowager Wen had asked, Jiayan knew her actions had been discovered. There was no point in denying it. She lowered her head and admitted, “Yes.”

 

Zhao Qi asked, “Was the note received by Prince Zhaonan also written by you?”

 

Jiayan blushed slightly and whispered, “Yes.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen furrowed her brow, “As an unmarried princess, meeting a young man privately tarnishes the family’s reputation. Where did you learn your manners?”

 

Jiayan quickly knelt down, “I know my mistake, please forgive me, Your Majesty.”

 

Seeing Jiayan’s panicked state, Zhao Qi couldn’t help but speak up for her, “Prince Zhaonan didn’t know it was Jiayan who invited him. It doesn’t tarnish our reputation. Besides, wanting to meet your future husband-to-be is natural. Mother should understand.”

 

At the mention of “future husband,” Jiayan blushed even deeper.

 

Zhao Qi teased, “From the looks of it, Sister seems quite fond of Prince Zhaonan. How about it, is he your ideal type?”

 

Jiayan blushed and replied reluctantly, “Your Majesty…”

 

Zhao Qi wasn’t surprised by Jiayan’s reaction. Although Li Chisu was flirtatious, he did have the charm to attract women. Jiayan was young and inexperienced with men, naive even. It wasn’t surprising she was captivated by Li Chisu’s allure.

 

Empress Dowager Wen chuckled coldly, “Unfortunately, even if you like him, he may not return your feelings. I have mentioned marriage to him several times, but he always finds excuses to evade. It seems you’re just wishful thinking.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen was kind to Zhao Qi but harsh to other illegitimate children. It was normal; it was difficult for even two biological siblings to get along, let alone biological and non-biological children.

 

Jiayan bit her lip, her face alternating between red and white, her eyes tinged with red.

 

“If he’s not interested, just forget it,” Zhao Qi comforted her, “Li Chisu isn’t such a good man that anyone would want to marry him. Sister, don’t worry, three-legged frogs are hard to find, and men with two legs are plentiful. Later, Your Majesty will choose a better one for you.”

 

Jiayan forced a smile and said, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

 

After discussing these matters, Zhao Qi got down to business, “On that day in the Imperial Garden, did you see anyone?”

 

Jiayan recounted everything she had seen and heard at the time to Zhao Qi.

 

During the palace banquet, Jiayan was supposed to dine with the wives and concubines of the nobles in the side hall. She bribed a eunuch to deliver a message to Li Chisu and disguised herself as a palace maid to go to the Imperial Garden.

 

“I hid in the shadows and planned to leave after a quick glance at the prince. Unexpectedly, I ran into Second Brother and a young man in white…”

 

Zhao Qi asked, “Was that young man in white exceptionally handsome, like a celestial descended to earth?”

 

Jiayan wondered, “How did Your Majesty know?”

 

Empress Dowager Wen said lightly, “Because that man is your brother’s lover.”

 

Zhao Qi equivocated, “His former lover—so Prince Huai recognized you?”

 

“No, I kept my head down the whole time, and Second Brother seemed lost in thought. He thought I was just an ordinary palace maid and ordered me to fetch two cups of sober tea.”

 

“Did you take it?”

 

Jiayan shook her head, “I was very afraid at that time, afraid that Second Brother would recognize me. I just replied ‘yes’ and left immediately, without going back.”

 

Zhao Qi continued, “What about the Crown Prince of Xixia? Have you seen him?”

 

Jiayan replied, “I have not.”

 

Zhao Qi pondered for a moment, “I see. Jiayan, since you rarely return to the palace, stay a few more days before returning to Xuchun Garden.”

 

Jiayan politely declined, “Thank you, Your Majesty, but Jiayan is accustomed to living in other palaces. I feel uncomfortable in the palace.”

 

Zhao Qi didn’t want to force her, “Alright, stay as comfortable as you wish.”

 

“Wait,” Empress Dowager Wen interjected, “Jiayan disguised herself as a palace maid and met privately with a man outside, violating the palace rules. I have to impose a punishment.”

 

Jiayan admitted honestly, “I know my mistake and will accept whatever punishment the Empress Dowager decides.”

 

“Then you shall be confined to your chambers for a month and copy the ‘Virtues of Women’ a hundred times as a minor punishment.”

 

Jiayan softly responded, “Yes.”

 

Zhao Qi felt uneasy about this and handed tea to Empress Dowager Wen, saying, “Mother, Jiayan hasn’t committed a serious offense, and she has provided me with valuable information. Consider this as making amends. Perhaps the punishment…”

 

Empress Dowager Wen cut him off, “The Emperor should focus on state affairs. There is no need for you to worry about matters in the harem.”

 

Zhao Qi was dissatisfied, “But the harem is mine, and Jiayan is my sister. Don’t I have the right to decide on such a trivial matter?”

 

Empress Dowager Wen looked at him in surprise, “Qier…”

 

“In my opinion, she can skip copying the ‘Virtues of Women,’ and her confinement can be reduced to five days. Let’s settle it this way.”

 

Although Empress Dowager Wen’s expression was displeased, she said nothing more.

 

After breakfast, Jiayan and Zhao Qi walked together. Yunxiu noticed Empress Dowager Wen’s furrowed brow and asked, “What is troubling the Empress Dowager?”

 

Empress Dowager Wen sighed, “Qier has always been obedient to me. This is the first time he has defied my wishes so strongly.”

 

Yunxiu smiled, “This shows that our Emperor is finally acting like an Emperor. Wasn’t this what you hoped for?”

 

“Indeed, but I still feel uneasy.”

 

Yunxiu advised, “Empress Dowager, please rest assured. However firm the Emperor may appear, his respect and filial piety towards you will not diminish.”

 

Empress Dowager Wen chuckled softly, “I am not worried about that. Let’s take it step by step.”

 

Zhao Qi accompanied Jiayan for part of her journey. Jiayan was feeling down and somewhat fearful of him, walking beside him in silence. Zhao Qi, inexperienced in comforting girls, awkwardly said, “Don’t take what Mother said to heart.”

 

Jiayan softly replied, “Jiayan dares not.”

 

Zhao Qi tried to keep the conversation going, “What do you usually do in Xuchun Garden?”

 

“I read and do embroidery. Occasionally, I visit the consorts,” Jiayan said as they walked, suddenly stopping in her tracks and staring ahead blankly.

 

Following her gaze, Zhao Qi saw—

 

Here he comes, Li Chisu with his charming demeanor!

 

Li Chisu also spotted them and approached slowly.

 

“Your Majesty,” Li Chisu bowed to Zhao Qi and looked at Jiayan, “Who is this…”

 

Jiayan snapped out of her daze, her long lashes trembling slightly. She curtsied, “Princess Jiayan greets Your Highness.”

 

“So you are Princess Jiayan,” Li Chisu smiled gently, “I am honored to meet you.”

 

Zhao Qi frowned slightly and discreetly positioned himself in front of Jiayan.

 

It was strange. Before meeting Jiayan, Zhao Qi had no objections to her and Li Chisu’s engagement. But now, seeing her obvious fondness for Li Chisu, he couldn’t help but worry for this naive girl.

 

Wake up, girl. You can’t handle this level of scoundrel!

 

Li Chisu noticed Zhao Qi’s reaction and his eyes twinkled even more warmly, “From now on, my eyes can only see Your Majesty.”

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Chapter 68

November 19, 2024 / / 0 Comments

       The house suddenly became very lively.

       Zhan Yingfei and Pei Jingrong had not been home for nearly a year. When the family heard the noise outside, they all stood up to greet them. Even the Grandma walked out of the dining room tremblingly and stretched out her hand when she saw her daughter from afar.

       Zhan Yingfei, who had originally put her hand on Zhan Weiyang’s shoulder, let go of him, strode towards Grandma, hugged her warmly and greeted her.

       Zhan Weiyang then quietly stepped aside. He noticed that Pei Qing saw Pei Jingrong and called out, “Dad.”

       Pei Jingrong just nodded to him and then followed Zhan Yingfei to shake hands with Grandma and ask about her health.

       When the whole family finished their greetings and sat down, Auntie Luo had already brought the food out of the kitchen.

       The evening meal was the New Year’s Eve dinner, and the lunch meal was relatively simple, but after all, there were many people, and the whole table was filled.

       One table could no longer accommodate them, but fortunately, the dining room was large enough, and a small table was set up next to it.

       Zhan Weiyang was arranged to sit at a small table, while Pei Qing was called over to sit with his father.

       Zhan Pengcheng took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet.

       Zhan Weiguang asked him, “Do you have to drink at noon?”

       Zhan Pengcheng said, “I won’t go out in the afternoon, so I’m just going to drink a little at noon.”

       After dinner, the adults in the family helped Auntie Luo to clean up the table and then sat back in the living room. Zhan Pengcheng made a pot of tea by himself, and everyone chatted while drinking tea.

       Zhan Yingfei and Zhan Xueqing were talking at the door of the dining room. At a distance, they couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Zhan Xueqing looked unhappy.

       Zhan Weiyang sat in the corner of the sofa for a while. Then he saw Zhan Pengcheng chatting with Zhan Heming and Pei Jingrong, so he got up and wanted to go upstairs.

       In the end, just as he stood up, Pei Qing also stood up and said, “I’m going upstairs to take a nap.”

       Zhan Pengcheng looked up at him and asked, “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

       Pei Qing also drank some wine at noon, but it was not visible on his face. He said to Zhan Pengcheng, “No, I just feel a little sleepy after drinking.”

       Zhan Pengcheng nodded, “Go and have a rest.” After that, he said to Zhan Weiyang, “Yangyang, take a nap too.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Okay.”

       So they went upstairs one after the other, and Zhan Weiyang was in front. When they walked around the corner of the stairs, Pei Qing suddenly caught up and hugged Zhan Weiyang’s shoulders.

       Zhan Weiyang felt Pei Qing close to his cheek and gently called him “Yangyang.” At the same time, he smelled a little bit of alcohol.

       He asked Pei Qing, “Are you drunk?”

       Pei Qing said in a low voice, “I’m not drunk, I just want to come up and rest. Shhh— don’t tell them.”

       Zhan Weiyang felt itchy in his ears. He didn’t like the smell of people drinking, but Pei Qing’s breath gave him a strange sense of intimacy, and he unconsciously felt happy.

       They went back to the room upstairs and lay down on the bed.

       Zhan Weiyang yawned loudly.

       Pei Qing asked him, “Sleepy?”

       Zhan Weiyang turned over to face Pei Qing and said, “Not very sleepy.”

       Pei Qing said to him, “Then chat for a while and sleep when you are sleepy.”

       Zhan Weiyang smiled and said, “Okay.” He smiled and looked at Pei Qing for a while. Just when he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a knock on the door. He looked up and asked curiously, “Who is it?”

       The person outside was silent for a while before saying, “Is Pei Qing there?” Zhan Weiyang recognised that it was Pei Jingrong’s voice, and he turned to look at Pei Qing.

       Pei Qing got up from the bed, put on his slippers, walked to the door, and opened the door.

       It was Pei Jingrong standing outside the door. He walked in without saying anything and then noticed that Zhan Weiyang was still lying on the bed.

       Pei Jingrong was obviously stunned for a moment.

       Zhan Weiyang sat up and shouted, “Uncle.”

       Pei Jingrong had a blank expression on his face, but when he heard Zhan Weiyang calling him, his expression softened and he asked, “Is Yangyang taking a nap here?”

       Pei Qing stood still by the door and said, “There are not enough rooms at the house. Yangyang’s room is occupied by Xueqing, so he sleeps with me temporarily.”

       Pei Jingrong nodded, and he asked Zhan Weiyang again, “Does Yangyang want to sleep now?”

       Zhan Weiyang didn’t know how to answer, so he could only look at Pei Qing.

       Pei Qing said to Pei Jingrong, “Do you have something to say to me?”

       Pei Jingrong nodded.

       Pei Qing said, “Then let’s go out and talk so as not to disturb Yangyang’s sleep.”

       Pei Jingrong did not object and walked outside.

       Pei Qing whispered to Zhan Weiyang, “Go to sleep.” Then he followed Pei Jingrong out of the room and gently closed the door.

       Zhan Weiyang turned over in bed, closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but he felt that his mind was clear as ever, and he didn’t seem to want to sleep so much, so he sat up. At this time, the sound of Pei Jingrong and Pei Qing talking in a low voice came from outside the door.

       Because their voices were very low, Zhan Weiyang couldn’t hear clearly. He was a little entangled, thinking that it was not good for him to eavesdrop on others, but they were talking right at the door, so it wasn’t necessarily because they didn’t want him to hear them, was it?

       In the end, Zhan Weiyang got up from the bed, walked to the door and put his ear to it to listen to the conversation between the two people outside.

       Pei Jingrong and Pei Qing were in the corridor outside the room, leaning against the wall and facing each other.

       Zhan Weiyang heard Pei Jingrong’s voice first, and Pei Jingrong asked Pei Qing: “When are you going to go home?”

       Pei Qing didn’t speak.

       Pei Jingrong continued, “I told you to stay at home for the internship. I can contact the company for you. There is no need to go so far.”

       Pei Qing said, “Isn’t it good to come out and develop myself a bit?”

       Pei Jingrong said, “Are you here to develop yourself, or do you just don’t want to stay at home?”

       Zhan Weiyang felt that Pei Jingrong’s tone was unpleasant. In fact, since Pei Jingrong came back at noon today, Zhan Weiyang could feel that his attitude towards Pei Qing was a little cold.

       Pei Qing still didn’t speak.

       Pei Jingrong asked him, “Are you dissatisfied with me or Aunt?”

       Pei Qing then calmly replied, “What should I be dissatisfied with?”

       “Shouldn’t I ask you this question?” Pei Jingrong said, “What is not good enough for me and Aunt to treat you?”

       “You are all very good.”

       Pei Jingrong said, “Since we are all very good, why can’t we live well as a family?”

       Pei Qing said after a short silence, “Isn’t it enough for you two to live a good life? Why do you have to ask me? I am a senior this year and will graduate and work in the second half of the year. It’s time for me to be independent.”

       Pei Jingrong asked him, “What are your plans for work?”

       Pei Qing said, “The company I’m currently interning with, we’re still talking.”

       Pei Jingrong said, “There is no need to talk about it. You can come back with me and help out at my place after graduation.”

       Pei Qing calmly answered him, “I’m not going.”

       Zhan Weiyang’s whole body tensed up.

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Chapter 19

November 19, 2024 / / 0 Comments

       Qian Xiaoke decided that if he could walk out of this hotel room alive today, he would be careful about what he said and did from now on.

       Jiang Tongyan’s eyes were like torches, and he was about to burn Qian Xiaoke to ashes.

       Qian Xiaoke’s hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, and he drooped his head, not daring to look up.

       “Chairman Jiang, I really didn’t mean it.” Qian Xiaoke was very sincere at this moment, “Really, I can swear to heaven.”

       Jiang Tongyan was furious and felt that he was on the verge of death.

       He was already in great pain; why did the instigator always want to expose his scars?

       Jiang Tongyan said, “Qian Xiaoke, I was going to let you go.”

       Qian Xiaoke still didn’t dare to look up, “So now…”

       Qian Xiaoke put down the chopsticks. His ass was still stuck to the chair, and he retreated with the chair, “Are you going to kill me to silence me?”

       “You’re overthinking it. I already washed my hands of it a few years ago.” Wouldn’t it be a bargain for you to kill you directly to silence you?

       Qian Xiaoke: What did he mean? He used to be a murderer?

       He didn’t dare to ask for fear of asking something wrong.

       Qian Xiaoke had once read in a novel about ‘popular science1Popular science (also called pop-science or popsci) is an interpretation of science intended for a general audience. While science journalism focuses on recent scientific developments, popular science is more broad-ranging. It may be written by professional science journalists or by scientists themselves. It is presented in many forms, including books, film and television documentaries, magazine articles, and web pages.’, which claimed that the businessmen from these prominent families all had murky, unclean backgrounds, and each one was ruthless and vicious—how wicked they were!

       He suddenly felt as if he was the innocent little white rabbit accidentally falling into the wolf’s den.

       Scary.

       He felt that he should do something to prevent the other party from killing him because of his momentary slip of the tongue!

       He was here thinking about making up a story for Jiang Tongyan, and Jiang Tongyan was still staring at him with anger across the way.

       “You just said I was impotent, right?”

       “… No, you misheard it.” Qian Xiaoke said, “I said you were very hard and very fierce.”

       After saying that, he almost bit his tongue.

       Jiang Tongyan: “… Qian Xiaoke, you know, sometimes trouble comes from the mouth.”

       Qian Xiaoke knew.

       He had caused countless troubles because of this mouth.

       “Chairman Jiang!” Qian Xiaoke said, “It is not recommended to do anything illegal or criminal.”

       “Oh? What is illegal or breaking the law?”

       “For example, killing people, for example…raping them!” Qian Xiaoke actually hesitated when he said this because Jiang Tongyan couldn’t get hard, and he probably couldn’t r4p3 him.

       “Tsk.” Jiang Tongyan sneered disdainfully, “Who cares about raping you.”

       “Then are you going to kill me?”

       “I said I don’t kill people anymore.” Jiang Tongyan stood up and put his hands on his belt.

       With his usual way of doing things, he should have immediately taken off his pants and shown Qian Xiaoke what a real man is like. But the problem was, he was actually a bit insecure.

       Qian Xiaoke might not have seen a real man, but back then, Jiang Tongyan had helplessly flopped right in front of him.

       At this moment, Chairman Jiang, didn’t have much confidence.

       He had no confidence, but he had to pretend to be confident.

       He said coldly, “I won’t kill you, but I will torture you as much as possible.”

       “Huh?” Qian Xiaoke instantly went through all the ten tortures in ancient times in his mind.

       “What are you thinking about?” Jiang Tongyan asked.

       Qian Xiaoke: “I… I’m thinking about why you are so handsome!”

       In the following time, Qian Xiaoke used his eloquent tongue to praise Jiang Tongyan for a full five minutes. Jiang Tongyan even doubted whether this kid had taken a breath.

       Heroic and majestic, handsome, chivalrous, invincible.

       “Alright, that’s enough.” Jiang Tongyan broke down. He found that he couldn’t get angry with Qian Xiaoke at all. This kid’s thoughts often deviated and were not on the same channel as normal people.

       Qian Xiaoke continued to flatter Jiang Tongyan like a devout believer, looking at him and saying, “Chairman Jiang, can I ask you a question?”

       “Go ahead.” Jiang Tongyan said, “If you ask a question, it will cost you ten yuan each time. You have just asked one question. Remember to pay the ten yuan when you leave.”

       “…” Qian Xiaoke almost bit his back teeth.

       However, a wise man didn’t suffer a loss in the short term. The priority for Qian Xiaoke then had been to cheer him up, save his life, and secure both his salary and bonuses.

       Of course, the most important thing was the latter.

       Ten yuan was ten yuan, anyway; he already owed Jiang Tongyan twenty yuan, so what’s one more debt? Too many debts wouldn’t weigh you down—he just need not pay them back.

       Who didn’t know how to cheat?

       “Chairman Jiang, I just want to ask, what did you eat to grow up? Why are you so handsome, suave, elegant, and extraordinary?” Qian Xiaoke used almost all the idioms he had learned to praise people throughout his life, and he was a little tired.

       Jiang Tongyan was sober and had seen through Qian Xiaoke’s tricks long ago, but he was in a good mood now that he had calmed down and could play with this kid for a while.

       “Anyway, eating spicy hot pot would definitely not make you look like me.” Jiang Tongyan suddenly remembered something, tapped the table with his fingers, and asked him, “Do you remember Shen Huiming?”

       Shen Huiming?

       Qian Xiaoke certainly remembered.

       He didn’t remember what that person looked like, but he remembered the name in his mind. Because of this name, Chairman Jiang’s thing had never recovered since then.

       How could he not remember it?

       However, Qian Xiaoke was such a smart person, of course he couldn’t say that he remembered it.

       “Shen…what Ming?” Qian Xiaoke pretended to have amnesia, “The name sounds familiar, is he the security guard of our office building?”

       It had to be said that Qian Xiaoke was really good at holding Jiang Tongyan.

       With just this sentence, Jiang Tongyan’s anger completely disappeared.

       Originally, Jiang Tongyan wanted to ask Qian Xiaoke whether he was more handsome or Shen Huiming was more handsome, but now he didn’t need to ask anything.

       Jiang Tongyan said, “Come here. Have something to eat, and I’ll take you out to play in the afternoon.”

       “…Ah?” Qian Xiaoke was shocked for the umpteenth time because of Jiang Tongyan.

       “A reward for you.” Jiang Tongyan said, “Shopping, watching movies, or going to the amusement park, you can choose whatever you want.”

       Qian Xiaoke felt something was wrong.

       He heard that prisoners would be given a good meal before being executed, so was this his ‘last supper’?

       “Chairman Jiang, don’t scare me.”

       “What did I scare you about?” Jiang Tongyan slapped the table, “Hurry up, don’t waste my time!”

       Qian Xiaoke returned and sat down tremblingly, ate the delicious spicy hot pot tremblingly, and then tremblingly glanced at Jiang Tongyan.

       Jiang Tongyan: This kid always took a glance at me. I’m afraid he really loves me.

       Jiang Tongyan: Peeking at me again, am I so charming?

       Jiang Tongyan: This is the third time. I can’t help it; being handsome is really troublesome.

       Jiang Tongyan: Shen Huiming, you really should see how this kid is fascinated by me, so you know what a handsome man is!

       The handsome man, Jiang Tongyan, ate and drank enough. He then took Qian Xiaoke, who was also full of food and drinks but had indigestion and hiccups because of being nervous all the time, to leave the hotel.

       “Let’s go buy a cell phone first,” Jiang Tongyan said, “Do you know where to buy one?”

       Qian Xiaoke nodded repeatedly but was thinking about finding an opportunity to escape.

       He would rather go back to work.

       He would rather go back to work. It was so nice to work inside the company, and it was really too hard to work in the ‘field’. He even had to worry about his life.

       Jiang Tongyan raised his hand and stopped a taxi.

       Jiang Tongyan: “Get in the car.”

       Qian Xiaoke looked at him.

       “Don’t be nervous. I brought money today.”

       Then Qian Xiaoke got in the car.

       The task Cheng Sen assigned to Qian Xiaoke was actually very simple: buy a phone, buy a SIM card. After all, Jiang Tongyan would be staying here for over a week, so it didn’t matter what phone or card he got. It would all be sorted in just over an hour.

       Qian Xiaoke said: “Chairman Jiang, I’ll go back to the company first.”

       “No,” Jiang Tongyan said, “I’ll call your Chairman Cheng, and you can accompany me to walk around this afternoon.”

       Qian Xiaoke’s body trembled for about the 800th time.

       “But I’m still on my work hour now.” He really wanted to go back, but he was scared.

       “Being with me is considered work,” Jiang Tongyan said, “I heard there’s an amusement park nearby. Do you want to ride the roller coaster?”

       Not really.

       Qian Xiaoke was scared to death.

       He wasn’t afraid at first, but then he watched ‘Final Destination’ and became scared.

       “Chairman Jiang, roller coasters are very dangerous.” Qian Xiaoke said earnestly, “What if they throw you out…”

       “Why is it throwing me out instead of you?”

       Qian Xiaoke: I know it! I know it! I know it! You just want to take the opportunity to murder me!

       He took a half step back, “Chairman Jiang, I really didn’t mean it.”

       Jiang Tongyan looked at him inexplicably, “What are you talking about?”

       Qian Xiaoke pursed his lips and said aggrievedly, “We had that kind of thing because of a not-so-beautiful misunderstanding. I know that I hurt you.”

       Jiang Tongyan was a little impatient, “Why are you talking about that again?”

       So annoying. Jiang Tongyan wanted to forget about his impotence, but Qian Xiaoke kept bringing it up.

       Is this guy doing it on purpose?

       “I said, I can be responsible for you.”

       Jiang Tongyan: “…How can you be responsible?”

       Responsible for getting it up again for me? Okay, let’s get a room right away.

       “I gave you money, but you didn’t want it.”

       Jiang Tongyan took a deep breath, “Qian Xiaoke, why don’t you just shut up.”

       “I know, this involves a man’s dignity.” Qian Xiaoke said, “Please don’t torture me like this, just give me a quick death.”

       Jiang Tongyan frowned and looked at him, “What?”

       “Tell me, what should I do for you to let me go?” Qian Xiaoke seemed to be acting in a sad drama at this moment, “As long as you can live better than me, I can do anything!”

       Qian Xiaoke quickly added, “But don’t let Chairman Cheng deduct my salary, thank you.”

       Jiang Tongyan was about to lose his temper, but his last sentence amused him.

       “You can do anything?”

       “Anything is fine.”

       “You can also get a room with me?”

       “… Uh… This… Uh… I’m actually… I’m really not a casual person.”

       Jiang Tongyan sneered, “I’m just teasing you. Who wants to get a room with you?”

       Qian Xiaoke rolled his eyes in his heart, but he had to smile on the surface.

       It was indeed not easy being a ‘corporate animal’. Working for others was never easy.

       Actually, Qian Xiaoke was not afraid of getting a room. Anyway, this guy couldn’t get hard, and he couldn’t take advantage of him.

       “Then what do you want?” This time, it was Qian Xiaoke’s turn to be impatient.

       Jiang Tongyan crossed his arms before his chest and looked at him proudly, “Unconditionally meet my three requirements.”

       “Huh?” This sentence is a bit like Qiong Yao2kind of dramatic, almost philosophical, with a touch of self-deprecating humor.

       “If you agree, your debt will be written off.” Jiang Tongyan said, “I will never threaten you with this matter in the future.”

       Qian Xiaoke felt that this was still a conspiracy, but he still agreed.

       It was a verbal agreement anyway; there was no loss, and when he defaulted on the debt, the other party couldn’t do anything to him.

       “Then you can make demands on me now.” Qian Xiaoke thought: Are you going to sleep with me?

       However, he really thought too much.

       Jiang Tongyan said, “The first request is to accompany me to play the roller coaster.”

       Qian Xiaoke: …Jiang Tongyan, you are really not a human!

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Chapter 51 – Entrusting You

November 18, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Chapter 51: Entrusting You

 

Su Muluo’s voice was very low, almost inaudible towards the end.

 

This was triggered by seeing his own clan members fall thousands of years ago and the thought that arose after his dragon was severely injured and lost its bones.

 

He wanted to be with his dragon.

 

He didn’t want to lose anyone else.

 

Long Ling was stunned for a moment after hearing this. His vision was excellent, and even in the night, he could see his own phoenix’s fair face slowly turning crimson. Suddenly, it seemed like he finally reacted, tightly grasping Su Muluo’s hand.

 

“Phoenix… Are you serious?”

 

His tone carried disbelief and hesitation, but more prominently, it was joy that he couldn’t conceal—not because of what was about to happen between them, but because his phoenix was willing to entrust himself to him… His phoenix liked him.

 

Su Muluo lowered his head, his face burning hot, saying nothing.

 

He felt too embarrassed to repeat such words a second time, but Long Ling didn’t need him to say it again. Afraid that his phoenix might regret it, he hugged Su Muluo tightly.

 

“This is what the phoenix said,” Long Ling said, “the phoenix cannot go back on its word.”

 

He couldn’t contain his joy, lightly biting the corner of Su Muluo’s mouth without waiting for him to say anything, sticking close to him affectionately.

 

Su Muluo looked at the dragon clinging to him, turned his head away, and after a moment, whispered softly, “No regrets.”

 

He wanted to be closer to his dragon, to feel its warmth and breath, to have it.

 

Anyway, he just wanted to be with his dragon.

 

Long Ling’s eyebrows curved upwards, gently lifting the phoenix’s face and leaving a tender and lingering kiss on his lips.

 

The kiss was still gentle, like drizzle and wind, but when the kiss ended and Su Muluo met Long Ling’s dark golden eyes, he couldn’t help but pause.

 

Long Ling’s eyes were too deep, like a fierce beast staring at its delicious prey—though on the surface they still held tenderness, underneath was an undisguised, surging possession and aggression like dark tides.

 

This predator-like gaze made Su Muluo belatedly sense danger. He instinctively moved back, trying to evade Long Ling’s gaze.

 

But before he could react, Long Ling pressed him firmly against his chest, leaving him nowhere to escape.

 

“Where is the phoenix going?” Long Ling lightly nibbled Su Muluo’s earlobe, whispering softly, “The phoenix promised me just now, it won’t back out.”

 

His tone remained gentle, like murmurs between lovers, yet his eyes were dark and profound, akin to a monarch surveying his domain, firm and controlling, not to be disobeyed.

 

“The phoenix… is mine now.” Su Muluo: “…”

 

Only now did he realize the trap he had dug for himself.

 

—

 

Three days later.

 

The phone at the bedside glowed faintly, receiving several messages. In the dim room, the light seemed unusually harsh.

 

The bathroom door opened, and Long Ling walked out holding his phoenix. They both carried the warmth from their bath. Long Ling was spirited, while Su Muluo was drowsy, leaning against Long Ling’s shoulder, sound asleep.

 

Back in bed, annoyed by the faint light from the phone, Su Muluo muttered discontentedly and buried himself deeper into his dragon’s embrace.

 

Long Ling gently stroked his back, freeing a hand to turn off the phone. He didn’t bother with the messages, preferring to lie in bed with his phoenix, pulling up the blanket to ensure his phoenix wouldn’t catch a chill.

 

The warmth of the blanket made Su Muluo instinctively snuggle closer, his body relaxed from the bath, emitting a pleasant fragrance that made Long Ling reluctant to let go.

 

He held his phoenix, occasionally running his fingers through the soft hair, or lightly brushing against the phoenix’s soft cheek. Every part of the phoenix seemed perfect to him, leaving him unwilling to part.

 

He was like a fierce dragon guarding his most precious treasure in a dark cave, his dark golden eyes fixed firmly on the treasure before him, unwilling to look away, and not allowing anyone else to covet it.

 

Once everything settled, he would take his phoenix back to the mountains.

 

Long Ling teased a strand of Su Muluo’s hair with his fingertips, inhaling his pleasant scent, already planning.

 

Finding a place where no one would find them, where no one would disturb them… spending every day like this with his phoenix.

 

He envisioned it beautifully, already planning what his phoenix liked and how to build a splendid house for him.

 

—

 

Hours later, Su Muluo stirred lightly in Long Ling’s arms, slowly waking up.

 

“Phoenix,” Long Ling immediately cuddled up affectionately, nuzzling against him, and smiled, “How did you sleep?”

 

Su Muluo: “…”

 

Still groggy from just waking up, he was soon awakened fully by Long Ling’s nuzzling, silently gazing at the dragon.

 

As a phoenix, his physical resilience was exceptional, so even after those three days, he didn’t feel any discomfort upon waking… but being in bed with Long Ling was another matter altogether.

 

Thinking about how he had been pinned down by his dragon… and seeing how refreshed Long Ling looked now, he angrily bit into his shoulder.

 

Long Ling immediately lowered his head and kissed Su Muluo’s forehead.

 

Su Muluo: “?”

 

Taking advantage of him again??

 

Too much!

 

He pulled the blanket away immediately, turned around, and faced away from Long Ling.

 

Long Ling: “Phoenix—”

 

Before he could finish, Su Muluo snatched the blanket from his side, not leaving him any.

 

Long Ling fell silent for a few seconds, then reached around the blanket from behind to embrace Su Muluo, trying to slip into his phoenix’s warm nest.

 

“Phoenix, I’m cold,” Long Ling said expressionlessly. “I might freeze to death.”

 

Su Muluo responded flatly, “Then freeze to death.”

 

This dragon had tough skin and thick scales. Even if he were thrown into the snow, he wouldn’t freeze.

 

Feeling unfairly treated, Long Ling complained, “Phoenix, you’re so mean. Weren’t you clinging to me just now?”

 

“It’s all because of you,” Su Muluo turned his head, angrily patting his head. “I don’t want to talk to you. Go away!”

 

Long Ling immediately grabbed his hand and took the opportunity to snuggle into the blanket, wrapping his arms around Su Muluo’s waist.

 

Caught off guard again, Su Muluo clicked his tongue and pulled the blanket over his head, curling up motionless in the nest.

 

Long Ling approached him slowly, lifting a corner of the blanket.

 

Su Muluo patted him.

 

“Pheonix, it’s my fault,” Long Ling admitted very obediently, “Pheonix, please don’t be angry. I promise I won’t do this again next time, okay?”

 

Su Muluo glanced at him.

 

Now he was acting all obedient, but when it came to the critical moment, he would show a different side.

 

He didn’t want to pay attention to this dragon.

 

“Pheonix, Pheonix—” Long Ling dragged out the end of his words, rubbing against his Pheonix, “It’s my first time, I lack experience, so there might be things that Pheonix isn’t satisfied with. I promise, next time I’ll stop when Pheonix says stop, I’ll do whatever Pheonix likes, please forgive me.”

 

He lightly nibbled on Su Muluo’s earlobe, showering him with sweet words. Su Muluo was slightly amused by his coaxing and glanced at him slowly.

 

Long Ling noticed his Pheonix’s softened attitude, immediately planted a kiss on his softly smiling face and said, “Pheonix looks the best! Pheonix, I like you the most!”

 

“…I don’t like you.” Su Muluo muttered, turning his head away.

 

He threw half of the blanket back to Long Ling’s side.

 

A slight smile tugged at the corner of Long Ling’s mouth. He knew that even if his Pheonix was upset with him, it wouldn’t last long.

 

Moreover, he had indeed gone too far this time, especially later on.

 

But it seemed Pheonix liked it too, especially towards the end…

 

With these thoughts in mind, Long Ling couldn’t help burying his face in Su Muluo’s shoulder, savoring the scent that he loved so much.

 

He loved Pheonix.

 

Loved him to death.

 

Su Muluo looked at this dragon and after a while, he patted his head and asked, “How long has it been?”

 

He didn’t really remember the time, but it felt like a long while, at least a day.

 

“Three days,” Long Ling replied.

 

Su Muluo fell silent.

 

Seeing that his Pheonix seemed to want to scold him again, Long Ling quickly hugged him tightly, bowed his head and apologized, “I’m sorry! I promise I won’t do this again next time!”

 

“…” Su Muluo said, “There won’t be a next time!”

 

Then he pulled the blanket over himself again.

 

Long Ling: “???”

 

This sentence from Pheonix was like a bolt from the blue for him. He immediately wanted to plead with Pheonix pitifully—also at this moment, the phone on the bedside suddenly rang, a call came in.

 

Su Muluo poked him from under the blanket, “You answer it!”

 

He just realized that the pajamas he was wearing were a bit loose, actually belonging to Long Ling, so he poked Long Ling again.

 

Long Ling obediently let him poke, picked up the phone, and found it was Liu He calling.

 

He immediately clicked his tongue and said, “It’s this woman again, why does she always disturb Pheonix?”

 

Su Muluo knew who he was talking about and said, “Liu He is our contact at the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs. It’s probably something related to the anomalies—and she hasn’t been bothering me all that much.”

 

Long Ling snorted and answered the call without saying anything.

 

“Mr. Su!” Liu He didn’t know who picked up the phone this time, and asked anxiously, “I’ve been messaging for days and you haven’t replied. Are you okay?”

 

“He’s fine,” Long Ling answered.

 

Liu He: “…”

 

Liu He: “??!”

 

There was a “bang” on the other end, followed by Liu He’s painful cry, and then a series of clattering noises… It was very lively.

 

Su Muluo poked his head out from under the blanket and asked, “What’s going on?”

 

Because Long Ling had put the call on speaker, Liu He also heard his words. She immediately said, “It’s nothing! It’s just, just fell down… a little.”

 

She struggled to get up from the ground, coughed, and resumed calmly, “It’s like this, Mr. Su. The monsters that were detained by the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs for attacking humans before… all died.”

 

Su Muluo was slightly surprised, and heard Liu He continue, “They didn’t commit suicide, but were remotely controlled to death by someone. So we suspect they were under the command of the person you mentioned before, forming a covert organization.”

 

“But strangely, in recent days, there have been no more incidents of monsters attacking people anywhere. We were planning to capture some troublemaking monsters again for interrogation, but we haven’t found an opportunity yet.”

 

While Liu He was speaking, Long Ling was casually playing with Su Muluo’s hair beside him. Su Muluo pressed his hand down and said to Liu He, “It’s probably because he was seriously injured by my dragon. He probably won’t come out again for a while.”

 

Upon hearing this, Liu He was instantly overjoyed and said, “So that’s it! Has Lord Long Ling already confronted that person?”

 

She had courageously asked Su Muluo for Long Ling’s name before, after all, always addressing a real dragon as “this” or “that” was a bit awkward.

 

Su Muluo noticed that Long Ling’s hand, which he had pressed down, was still scratching him lightly. He patted Long Ling several times as if nothing had happened and said to Liu He, “Yes, but we still need to be careful. He definitely won’t give up easily.”

 

“Okay, I will report to headquarters and we will remain vigilant,” Liu He said, “But Mr. Su, can I ask about the true identity of that person?”

 

Su Muluo remained silent for a moment and said, “He is a golden dragon.”

 

Liu He: “…”

 

As Su Muluo had anticipated, after he said this, Liu He on the other end fell into a dead silence.

 

After a while, she finally seemed to recover and spoke slowly, “Is, is that so…”

 

She paused slightly, then weakly added, “But thinking positively, at least he’s no match for Lord Long Ling…”

 

“That’s not certain,” Long Ling wrapped Su Muluo’s hand in his palm, playing with those slender fingers, and said lightly, “During our previous battle, he mentioned that his strength has not fully recovered. Although it’s unclear whether that’s true, it also means he has the potential to become stronger.”

 

Liu He: “…………”

 

There was another deathly silence on Liu He’s end.

 

After many peaceful years in the human world, mythical beings like real dragons had long been thought to have disappeared from their eyes. No one had ever expected that true dragons would reappear in the world, and not just one, but even causing great disturbances among humans… For a while, Liu He was completely dumbfounded, even feeling that she should have been a salted fish; why did she come to such an advanced plane?

 

Su Muluo waited for a moment and asked, “Are you still there?”

 

“…Yes, yes,” Liu He’s voice this time was smaller, more weakly and breathlessly, “Thank you, Mr. Su. I will report this information to headquarters… But there’s one more thing I want to tell you in advance.”

 

Su Muluo said, “Go ahead.”

 

Liu He paused for a moment and said, “After I reported your words earlier, headquarters took it very seriously. They’ve sent people down here to meet with you and Lord Long Ling, and to discuss how to handle this crisis.”

 

“I wonder if you and Lord Long Ling would be willing to meet with them? Can I arrange a meeting for them to see you?” 

 

As soon as she finished speaking, Long Ling immediately gripped Su Muluo’s hand tightly, looking displeased.

 

Don’t go to the Bureau of Anomalous Affairs!

 

Su Muluo locked eyes with him for a few seconds and said, “Can I choose the location?”

 

“Certainly, both the location and time are up to you!” Liu He replied eagerly.

 

After thinking for a moment, Su Muluo said, “Then let’s meet tomorrow afternoon at three o’clock in my coffee shop.”

 

Liu He exclaimed happily, “Great! I’ll go inform them right away, and I’ll contact you again closer to the time!”

 

Su Muluo then hung up the phone and looked at his dragon, asking, “How strong do you think that person is?”

 

“He’s very strong, probably three or four points less than me,” Long Ling said, “I can’t kill him, but he definitely can’t defeat me.”

 

Su Muluo sighed, “He said his strength hasn’t fully recovered… But to be honest, neither of us has fully recovered our strength.”

 

Part of his power was still sealed, and Long Ling, having recently hatched, certainly wasn’t as strong as he was a thousand years ago.

 

The golden dragon had said his strength hadn’t fully recovered, but facing Long Ling, he was also not at full power.

 

Yet more than this person, Su Muluo was concerned about what his self from a thousand years ago had left him—the final seal and the secrets of the heavenly path.

 

Long Ling rested his chin on Su Muluo’s shoulder and said, “Pheonix, don’t worry. Whatever happens, I’m not afraid of him.”

 

Su Muluo cautioned, “Still, we need to be careful and not underestimate him.”

 

He didn’t know how the golden dragon had managed to injure his dragon thousands of years ago, but from their recent encounters, it was clear this person wasn’t straightforward.

 

Long Ling responded with an “oh,” looking at his Pheonix. After a while, he said, “I remembered something.”

 

Su Muluo asked, “What is it?”

 

Long Ling said earnestly, “Pheonix, haven’t you let me touch your feathers yet?”

 

Su Muluo replied, “…”

 

He immediately tried to shake off Long Ling’s hand, but Long Ling held on tightly.

 

“Pheonix promised to let me touch his feathers!” Long Ling insisted, “Pheonix, you promised! Now you’re going back on your word, I’m not happy!”

 

Then he buried his head back into Su Muluo’s body, rubbing against him. After a while, he transformed back into a black dragon and coiled around Su Muluo, staring at him without blinking.

 

Extremely stubborn.

 

Su Muluo sighed, “…”

 

He glanced at the dragon for a moment, then turned his head slightly and whispered, “Fine, you can touch them.”

 

The black dragon exclaimed, “Ah!”

 

Long Ling immediately transformed back, looking delighted as he eagerly eyed Pheonix.

 

He had been longing to touch Pheonix’s feathers for a long time!

 

They looked so good to touch!

 

Su Muluo felt like this dragon was just trying to take advantage of him, so he sighed and reverted to his original form.

 

He appeared very honest, like a proper gentleman—yet his hand was already raised, touching the beautiful feathers of the little phoenix.

 

As expected, the phoenix’s feathers were light and soft, like clouds and fine silk. Long Ling curled his lips slightly, feeling the phoenix in his palm warm, like a small flame, not burning but enough to warm his hand.

 

Little Phoenix: “Chirp.”

 

“Just a touch!”

 

Long Ling wasn’t satisfied at all: “Just once.”

 

Little Phoenix: “Chirp chirp chirp!”

 

We agreed on just one touch!

 

It angrily spread its wings wide.

 

Long Ling remained unfazed, quickly touching its wing.

 

Little Phoenix: “???”

  

The little phoenix flew up angrily and pecked Long Ling.

 

Long Ling let it peck him, since the phoenix’s pecks didn’t hurt. He gently gathered the little phoenix in his palms and said, “Can I touch a few more times?”

 

Little Phoenix: “Chirp!”

 

No, you can’t!

 

With a twist of its head, very principled.

 

Long Ling thought for a moment, smiling, “If the phoenix lets me touch its feathers, I’ll pinch its tail.”

 

Little Phoenix glanced at Long Ling suspiciously.

 

Long Ling: “I’m not lying, it’s true.”

 

The little phoenix thought silently for a moment, probably thinking the deal was quite favorable, and softly chirped.

 

No touching too much.

 

Otherwise, I’ll peck you.

 

Long Ling: “Got it, got it.”

 

He obediently agreed, then touched the little phoenix again.

 

The little phoenix stayed quietly in Long Ling’s hands, letting him touch its feathers four or five times.

 

It was also the first time it let someone touch its feathers, feeling strange but not uncomfortable… overall, very strange.

 

After a while, the little phoenix tilted its head and even felt a bit sleepy.

 

But soon, this drowsiness vanished, replaced by an even stranger feeling.

 

Little Phoenix: “…”

 

At the same time, Long Ling also noticed something odd about his phoenix.

 

Because as he touched it, for some reason, the little phoenix’s originally pristine white feathers… suddenly took on a light pink hue.

 

Long Ling: “?”

 

He looked at the little phoenix in surprise, and it met his gaze for a few seconds.

 

Silently, it buried its little head among its feathers, becoming a fluffy ball.

 

But the feathers turned even pinker.

 

Like a little pink dumpling.

 

Long Ling: “…”

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Chapter 19 – “Not the best man… the male prostitute oh.”

November 17, 2024 / / 0 Comments

That night, Zhong Weishi had a bizarre dream.

In the dream, Gu Lizhou took him to one of those high-end barbershops where you needed a membership card just to get your hair done. The new stylist, Tony1This term was coined by Chinese young people to jokingly refer to hairdressers. It was when someone complained in an online forum that their hairdresser chatted all the time while giving them a haircut just to sell hairdressing products and prepaid membership cards. The netizens also mocked that the hairdressers always give themselves English name where Tony, being the most popular choice., gave him the ugliest bowl cut imaginable, complete with bangs that revealed his eyebrows, making it look like he was wearing a safety helmet on his forehead.

When the hair at the back of his head was lifted, a rainbow dye job was revealed underneath.

It was gorgeous, enchanting, and expensive—but completely unnatural for a normal person.

Behind him, Gu Lizhou exclaimed a “wow” and clapped his hands. “It looks great, looks great, it really suits you.”

Zhong Weishi was on the verge of tears, but he only had two small coins left in his pocket, nowhere near enough to pay for the haircut.

Next, Gu Lizhou took him to a boutique and bought him a designer suit worth several thousand yuan without batting an eye.

The two of them then sat in a luxury car together.

Zhong Weishi was confused. “Are you asking me to be your best man?”

Gu Lizhou smiled mysteriously, gently caressing the back of his head. His movements were soft.

Zhong Weishi caught a faint whiff of tobacco.

“Not the best man… the male prostitute oh.”

Zhong Weishi suddenly woke up!

The first thing he did after waking up was check his hair. Thank goodness, thank goodness, it was still intact.

He let out a couple of deep breaths, and his heart rate slowly returned to normal.

The air conditioning in the room had a mediocre cooling effect, and the nightmare had left his forehead sweating profusely.

As he got up to brush his teeth and wash his face, he seriously started analyzing this strange dream.

It was probably because, deep down, Zhong Weishi still thought of Gu Lizhou as a kept man—a gigolo, perhaps?

Was he?

Was he not?

Other than a rich second-generation or a gigolo, he really couldn’t think of any profession where someone could laze around all day without working and still live so carefree and comfortably.

After rinsing his mouth, Zhong Weishi opened the window and shouted, “Aunt Song! One jianbing, please!”

Auntie Song looked up and responded, “Got it~”

Just as Zhong Weishi pulled his head back in, a head popped out of the back window of Room 303.

“You’re making a lot of noise.” Gu Lizhou’s tone was unfriendly, laced with a strong dose of morning grumpiness.

Startled, Zhong Weishi stuck his head halfway out the window to face him. He felt a bit embarrassed, especially after recalling last night’s dream.

“The early bird gets the worm.”

“What about the early worm?”

“Yawn, the lazy person’s excuse.”

The windows in Zhong Weishi’s bedroom hadn’t been cleaned in ages, and the outer layer was covered in dusty grime, so he couldn’t clearly see Gu Lizhou’s expression. But he could see him stretch lazily, yawning with both hands covering his cheeks.

Zhong Weishi thought of how, every time Qiangzi yawned, he would open his mouth wide like a roaring beast. Sitting across from him, one could even see his trembling little tongue—a complete lack of decorum. But Gu Lizhou was different.

Even his yawns were elegant.

It’s a pity he’s a gigolo.

Wait, what’s a pity about a gigolo? Isn’t being a gigolo a profession in itself? Looking attractive and being seductive—that’s a unique skill, right?

Ah, ah, ah…

No!

A gigolo is basically the embodiment of a greedy, lustful, lazy, and degenerate man!

Zhong Weishi felt like the two little figures in his head were about to start fighting. Just as he was about to close the window and head out, that degenerate man on the opposite side said something that nearly made him stumble.

“Do you have a decent job there to introduce me to one?”

“Ha?”

The corners of Zhong Weishi’s lips twitched, and a thought instantly popped into his head: Did this guy got dumped by a rich woman?

Just as office workers spend every day wondering what to eat for their three meals, Gu Lizhou’s daily routine was about finding ways to add some amusement to his otherwise dull life.

Recalling how he’d once told Gu Lizhou at the police station, “Oh, so you’re unemployed. You should’ve just told me earlier—I could’ve shared a job with you,” he casually asked the question.

He thought if something came up, great; if not, then forget it.

But to his surprise, Zhong Weishi became unusually enthusiastic about Gu Lizhou’s job search, almost like an old father researching college applications for his son.

His excitement was overflowing.

“You’ve come to the right person if you’re looking for a job.” Zhong Weishi dragged a chair over in front of Gu Lizhou, putting on the look of a seasoned guide. “Do you have any special skills?”

Gu Lizhou stretched out a leg.

Straight and long.

“…” Zhong Weishi pursed his lips, resisting the urge to curse. But in order to help this lost lamb find a new direction in life, he held back his temper and smiled kindly. “I’m serious. What kind of work experience have you had before ah?”

Gu Lizhou hadn’t expected him to ask that and, fearing he’d dig further, hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. “No.”

Zhong Weishi knew from Gu Lizhou’s moment of hesitation that it had to be an unspeakable and disgraceful job.

Good, it’s nice to see a grown man knowing shame.

He patted Gu Lizhou on the shoulder. “Then, congratulations on deciding to turn over a new leaf. You’re still welcome in the harmonious society.”

The more Gu Lizhou listened, the more confused he became, his eyes narrowing into slits.

Zhong Weishi: “Have you thought about what kind of work you want to do?”

Gu Lizhou: “Whatever.”

From the moment he signed with the Xinghe Century website, he hadn’t considered doing anything in his life besides creating. He hadn’t thought about loving anything else either. This “whatever” sounded casual and indifferent, but underneath it lay deep helplessness and pain.

Of course, Zhong Weishi couldn’t sense his state of mind and only saw him as the typical example of someone with no ambition, just going through the motions.

Zhong Weishi pulled up a WeChat group dedicated to job postings, and the first message made his eyes brighten.. “Come, how about you look at this? I think it’s perfect for you.”

Hearing this, Gu Lizhou leaned in with anticipation.

The job was for a male technician at Cloud Paradise. Requirements: handsome and charismatic, suave and elegant. Local dialect and Mandarin fluency are a preferred. Exceptionally good-looking candidates will be hired with special consideration. No experience necessary; training provided. Room and board included.

Salary: 5,000-10,000, no upper limit.

The slap that Gu Lizhou threw out was crisp and loud.

Zhong Weishi, rubbing the bump on his head with a pained expression, said, “Didn’t you say whatever? This job pays so well. What’s wrong with it? Besides, look at the requirements; it’s practically tailor-made for you!”

Gu Lizhou raised his arm again, and this time Zhong Weishi dodged quickly. “I-I-I-I’ll look for another one! I’ll keep looking!”

Gu Lizhou barely managed to suppress his fury.

Did he look so powerless?!

At least back in the day, he was the king of the Xinghe Century website, dominating the top of the charts for years!

He had an SSS-level diamond badge, and he was the only one on the entire site with it! He broke records in clicks, favorites, and sales—anything with a number, he was first!

The kind of first that is far ahead!

“Then how about this one?” Zhong Weishi, still excited, handed him another job listing.

Security patrol for factory grounds. Requirements: No gender preference, aged 30-45, hardworking, able to endure hardships, follow instructions, no stuttering, no infectious diseases, and a passion for security work.

Salary: 2,500-3,200, with a full attendance bonus of 100, meal subsidy of 8 yuan per meal, and overtime pay at 1.5 times.

Food and accommodation included: 4-6 person dorm with air conditioning, water heater…

Gu Lizhou: “…”

This time, Zhong Weishi dodged the moment Gu Lizhou raised his arm. “What are you doing ah! What are you doing ah! What’s wrong with this one now ah! I think you meet all the requirements ah! It’s an easy job most of the time, but in critical moments, you can show off your manly prowess. If I were old enough, I’d do it too! And did you see the meal subsidy!”

Gu Lizhou mentally repeated “killing is illegal” several times, took a deep breath, and pointed to his hair. “This hairstyle cost me 3,600. Do you think this salary is enough to even get stuck between my teeth?”

Zhong Weishi, stiff-necked, lectured him: “You need to be practical, understand? You’ve got no work experience and no real skills, yet you still want a high-paying, prestigious job. Where do you think you’ll find that ah! If I could, I’d have already taken it! It wouldn’t be your turn!”

Gu Lizhou simply didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “At least show me a job that requires some skill. This is work an old man walking his bird in the park could do. Isn’t it a waste of talent to have me do it?”

Zhong Weishi: “You’ve already wasted 32 years anyway.”

Gu Lizhou: “…”

“You want a job with some skill, right?” Zhong Weishi pointed backward with his hand. “You know that ‘Chengmei Cross Stitch’ downstairs? They’re always hiring skilled cross-stitch workers. No age limit, and the more you work, the more you earn. It’s all based on skill. One piece can get you a few hundred in commission. I noticed you’ve got long, slender fingers; you must have talent for this.”

Gu Lizhou clenched his fists so hard his bones cracked.

Zhong Weishi sighed helplessly, “Why are you so difficult? This doesn’t work, that doesn’t work. Why don’t you just pretend to be deaf and mute and go beg on the street! I’ll ask around the film crew and borrow a beggar’s outfit for you.”

Gu Lizhou fell silent, realizing that letting a retard plan his life had been a catastrophically wrong decision.

Zhong Weishi thought Gu Lizhou was seriously considering the suggestion and tilted his head at him. “You’re not actually taking this seriously, are you? Have you forgotten what Old Li told us? Have you forgotten the oath you swore at the police station? From now on, be a decent person. Do you still remember the Eight Virtues and Eight Shames? Be proud of hard work and ashamed of laziness and bad labor! Brother, don’t lose yourself at the crossroads of life ah—”

Zhong Weishi racked his brain to educate.

Gu Lizhou rested his hand on his forehead and weakly waved him off. “Enough, just leave me alone.”

Zhong Weishi took a bite of his now-cold jianbing guozi and gently urged, “I’m not trying to discourage you ah, but when you’re just starting to look for a job, don’t set your expectations too high. As long as you can earn a living, that’s enough. Just look at me, I’m doing just fine. In life, the most important thing is to be happy. Happy every day, you know?”

At the mention of the word “happy,” Gu Lizhou slumped over the table, his eyelids drooping like a depressed cat.

He really wished he could experience that kind of retarded happiness, but who let him have a brain that just wouldn’t stop?

Zhong Weishi swallowed the rest of the jianbing and was about to leave, but curiosity got the better of him and he leaned closer. However, after thinking about it, he realized that invading someone else’s privacy probably wasn’t right, so he stood up again.

Without lifting his eyelids, Gu Lizhou muttered, “Spit it out.”

This is what you asked me to do ah!

Zhong Weishi sat back down, nudging his shoulder. “What did you… do before ya? It seems like you made a lot of money.”

Gu Lizhou knew he was trying to fish for a part-time job. “You wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Zhong Weishi stiffened his neck. “Why can you do it and I can’t?! How do you know I can’t?”

Without hesitation, Gu Lizhou replied, “Your factory settings didn’t come with a brain.”

Zhong Weishi was so furious he seethed with anger, and blurting out, “Oh, so you’ve got a brain? If you’re so smart, how come you can’t even find a job?”

Gu Lizhou gave him a sideways glance. “Who told you I couldn’t find a job? When I was dominating the scene, you were probably still in some corner drinking milk.”

Zhong Weishi threw his head back and laughed out loud.

“Don’t believe me?”

“Tell me about it, then ah.”

Men just couldn’t be provoked.

Gu Lizhou took a deep breath, preparing to modestly but impressively reveal his past achievements.

“Let’s put it this way, I’ll give you a few hints, and you can try to guess.” Gu Lizhou said.

“Alright ah,” Zhong Weishi was intrigued.

“Internet, characters, plot, world-building, fantasy, classic… absolutely epic.”

Zhong Weishi clapped his hands. “So, you were playing online games?!”

“Really close!” Gu Lizhou pointed to himself with pride. “I’m the guy who created that legendary world.”

Zhong Weishi frowned, “Sold computers?”

Can’t communicate at all ah!

Gu Lizhou slumped back onto the table. “Scram ah, I need some time alone.”

“Don’t ah, don’t ah,” Zhong Weishi nudged Gu Lizhou’s shoulder. “You’ve already said this much, just satisfy my curiosity. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

Gu Lizhou raised an eyebrow, “You really want to know that much?”

Zhong Weishi opened his mouth slightly and nodded eagerly.

Gu Lizhou ran his fingers through his hair, leaning back. “Actually, I’m someone who had immense popularity online, created countless classics, and once dominated the entire…”

“Wait wait wait,” Zhong Weishi pulled out his cell phone, “I need to take a call.”

“Hey! It’s Zhong Weishi ah!”

“En, en, en, Mr. Sun ah. Hello, hello, hello, you’re saying!

“Can ah, can ah! To be honest, I’m a hugely popular model in my social circle, creating countless hits, and was just this close to becoming famous. Payment per day works fine.”

“Uh-huh, and you’re giving out free sample underwear after the shoot ah? So good! You’re the most generous boss I’ve ever met, hehe.”

Zhong Weishi happily walked out, leaving behind a lonely figure in the living room.

Gu Lizhou sighed helplessly.

It was true that his legendary story could only be reduced to a topic of conversation after everyone’s tea.

No, it didn’t even get a turn in the conversation.

After all these years, did any of his readers still miss him?

After he stopped writing, Gu Lizhou focused on his treatment—exercising, traveling, sleeping, relaxing, and engaging in social activities. He took part in all sorts of beneficial pastimes, except for reading.

He didn’t even have the courage to log back into the Xinghe Century backstage again.

He felt sorry for those who had loved him.

Forget it! Stop thinking about it! Sleeping is what matters most now.

Gu Lizhou launched himself onto the bed, just about to drift into sleep when his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

It was a message from Zhong Weishi.

[The Head Thing from 301]: I’ve found another great job for you.

[The Head Thing from 301]: High pay, low effort, the only requirement is that you’ve got to be handsome with good genes. Half of the world’s population can’t even apply, which shows how exclusive it is. And the most important part: to complete it, you’ll need real skill! I think it’s absolutely perfect for you. You’re the only one for this!

Gu Lizhou didn’t even want to reply, but couldn’t suppress a tiny bit of curiosity.

[Useless Yet Awake]: ?

Zhong Weishi sent a small advertisement on a roadside utility pole asking for a child.

I, Zhang Miaochun, 30, curvy and charming, my husband is a local businessman, but due to an unfortunate accident, he has lost his ability to have children. To continue the family’s huge business empire, we are seeking a tall, strong, healthy, and handsome man to help me fulfill my dream of becoming a mother… Successful pregnancy will be generously rewarded.

Gu Lizhou blocked him without hesitation, but a moment later, Zhong Weishi sent a friend verification request.

[Weishi]: Hey, hey, hey, it was just a joke! Don’t be mad ah! Be a man and let it go!

[Weishi]: Hello?

[Weishi]: Alright,, I’m sorry! Forgive me!

Gu Lizhou laughed as he added him back and updated the contact note.

[Useless Yet Awake]: You’re annoying as hell.

[Lunatic]: Oh, right. You didn’t finish what you were saying earlier. What is it that you do again?

[Useless Yet Awake]: A rich man who makes money while lying down and doing nothing.

[Lunatic]: …

Gu Lizhou tossed his phone aside.

Inside, he felt extremely comfortable.

Chapter 90 – Restored memories

November 17, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Chapter 90 (Extra 13)

 

In the hot spring pool, a man with jade-like golden skin leaned against the edge, his thick, long lashes closed. Wisps of mist curled around his curly tail submerged in the faint rising steam, enveloping him.

 

The man’s face was pale, his eyes unusually dark, sitting motionless in the hot spring pool.

 

Suddenly, footsteps approached from behind.

 

The steps were somewhat heavy, suppressing their breath.

 

Jiuying observed the scene by the hot spring pool, where damp vapors floated, the figure within the mist vaguely visible. His fair and slender back was smooth as jade, silver long hair lazily dr4p3d over his shoulders and neck. A red glass bead earring on his left ear swayed with the rise and fall of his chest.

 

“Bian Rang, are you feeling better now?” Jiuying didn’t hear any bathing sounds from the hot spring pool, after a moment’s thought he approached and asked gently.

 

He didn’t dare to come closer, standing a yard away from the hot spring, softly speaking, afraid of startling the person inside.

 

Bian Rang turned his head at the sound, lifted his eyelashes, and looked at Jiuying.

 

After meeting Bian Rang’s pitch-black gaze from the north river, Jiuying’s heart skipped a beat, his throat tightening with every breath. He parted his lips and murmured Bian Rang’s name, “Bian Rang.”

 

Bian Rang suddenly stood up from the water, water droplets cascading along his chest, swirling mist seemed to rush towards them, startling Jiuying who turned away, unable to look at him.

 

“You… dry yourself quickly, don’t catch a cold,” Jiuying’s voice trembled softly.

 

Since awakening in Northern Plains, Bian Rang had lost all memories and much of his cultivation.

 

After Jiuying brought him out of Northern Plains, they settled in Sanxu Mountain.

 

This was where Jiuying had wanted to settle a hundred thousand years ago, and now he finally had the opportunity to bring Bian Rang here.

 

The footsteps behind them grew closer, and Jiuying’s heartbeat grew more erratic. Just as he was about to speak, a pair of immaculate arms as pure as snow suddenly wrapped around his chest from behind.

 

Bian Rang lowered his head, resting it on Jiuying’s back.

 

His breathing slowed, tension causing his arms to tremble slightly as he reached up to grasp Bian Rang’s hand.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

Bian Rang didn’t speak. The moment he saw this person in Northern Plains, tears fell from his eyes, overwhelmed with intense sorrow.

 

They seemed to have known each other for a very long time, but Bian Rang had no memory of him.

 

Seeing Bian Rang silent, Jiuying turned around, fearing he might catch cold, and picked up the clothes nearby to help Bian Rang put them on.

 

Bian Rang remained silent throughout, his eyes fixed on him, causing Jiuying’s face to flush slightly.

 

As he held Bian Rang’s hand, it felt abnormally cold, perhaps a remnant of his revival in Northern Plains. When they rested at night, Jiuying would use his legs to warm Bian Rang’s feet and keep his hand against his chest.

 

“Are you still cold?”

 

Bian Rang shook his head.

 

Jiuying reached out to touch Bian Rang’s head, but his arm suddenly froze. After a moment of hesitation, he summoned his courage and gently traced his fingertips down Bian Rang’s face.

 

Even though Bian Rang was no longer the tyrant of a hundred thousand years ago, a faint apprehension still lingered in Jiuying’s heart. He tentatively touched Bian Rang’s cheek, finding no resistance, which emboldened him to continue caressing this face deeply etched in his mind.

 

Closing his eyes, he felt the contours of Bian Rang’s face with his fingers: the not-too-thin eyebrows, the straight bridge of his nose, the delicate tip, and the thin lips.

 

When his fingertips touched the corner of Bian Rang’s mouth, Bian Rang suddenly opened his mouth, gently taking his finger into his mouth. Startled, Jiuying opened his eyes.

 

The dim light of the candle cast a romantic haze over the two figures, creating an intimate atmosphere.

 

Jiuying’s voice was hoarse, “Bian Rang.”

 

Bian Rang still held his index finger in his mouth, his lips slightly parted, asking in a clear voice, “Have we met before?”

 

“Mm.”

 

“How did we meet?”

 

Jiuying hesitated, speechless for a moment, the surroundings suddenly quiet as a pin drop.

 

Seeing Jiuying’s silence, Bian Rang lowered his head, gently biting down on Jiuying’s finger. A muffled groan escaped Jiuying’s chest as he tried to pull his finger away, but the warm sensation of Bian Rang’s lips made him reluctant to let go.

 

In the next moment, Bian Rang suddenly bit down hard, breaking his finger. He instinctively tried to pull his finger out, but fearing he might hurt Bian Rang’s teeth, he endured the pain, letting Bian Rang’s teeth sink into his flesh until they reached the bone.

 

Jiuying gritted his lips in pain, his gaze fixed on Bianrang.

 

After Bianrang finished biting, he released his mouth, a trace of blood staining his lips, an inexplicable allure that complemented the crimson jade pendant hanging from his left ear.

 

“I feel pain when I see you,” Bianrang slowly reached out to his chest, pulling open his white inner robe.

 

Jiuying lowered his head and only when he drew near did he notice the sword scar on Bianrang’s chest.

 

It was the scar he had inflicted with his own hands.

 

Color drained from Jiuying’s face inch by inch as he looked at the ferocious scar, his arm trembling as he hesitated to touch it, his fingers freezing in mid-air.

 

The scar left by the will of the heavens, eternal and indelible.

 

In this lifetime, it had reappeared alongside Bianrang.

 

“Does it hurt?” Jiuying’s lips trembled slightly as his voice seemed to come from his chest.

 

After so many years, this was all he could say.

 

After saying it, Jiuying felt like slapping himself.

 

How could it not hurt?

 

At that time, Bianrang had conceived a child in his spiritual platform, pierced by Jiuying’s sword. It should have hurt, deeply.

 

Bianrang looked at Jiuying’s suspended hand, his eyelids drooping. “I feel nothing.” Seeing that scar, he inexplicably felt it connected to the person before him.

 

Jiuying’s hand finally gently landed on the scar, as if burned, his fingers trembling slightly. The scar under his fingertip was clear and deep. He choked up, “I’m sorry.”

 

This apology was too late.

 

“Why?” Bianrang asked emotionlessly.

 

Jiuying didn’t want Bianrang to recall past pain. He simply said, “The scar on your heart was caused by me, Bianrang. I was wrong.”

 

Bianrang remained silent, silently watching Jiuying.

 

Seeing this person made him uneasy, besides unease, there was also deep nostalgia. In the last life, he must have loved and suffered deeply for this person.

 

He straightened his clothes, turned away from Jiuying. Jiuying looked at the back of his neck, his lips moved as if wanting to say something, but he just reached out and hugged his waist.

 

“Bianrang, you should blame me, hate me. I will try hard to earn your forgiveness.” Jiuying buried his head in Bianrang’s neck.

 

Bianrang felt the tears of the other person, falling and soaking the collar behind him. He sighed softly like a mosquito, grasping the hand resting on his waist, murmuring, “I don’t remember anything.”

 

—

 

When Jiuying told Bianrang they had a child together, Bianrang’s face froze. His gaze gradually lowered to Jiuying’s abdomen.

 

Though he didn’t speak, his eyes showed immense surprise, as if asking Jiuying, how could a man like you bear a child?!

 

Jiuying hesitated, explaining, “That… child is actually yours.”

 

After speaking, Jiuying saw Bianrang standing motionless, as if petrified, his expression of astonishment frozen on his face.

 

In silence for a moment, he slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on Jiuying’s belly.

 

As if questioning himself, how could a man like me bear a child?!

 

How could I bear a child?!

 

He had thought they were at most lovers, but he had never imagined there would be a child between them!

 

He supported his forehead with his hand, eyes slightly drooping, suppressing the shock in his heart, and asked helplessly, “Where is the child now?”

 

“He is in the Demon Realm, growing up with the Demon Lord.”

 

“Demon Lord?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

As Jiuying took Bianrang to the Demon Realm, he recounted one by one the events of Fan Yu, Jun Li, and Xie Li nurturing Xie Li.

 

Bianrang remained silent throughout, tightly pressing his thin lips, his mouth almost forming a straight line.

 

Jiuying could tell this news startled Bianrang a bit. After speaking, he obediently stayed by his side, not moving.

 

Bian Rang couldn’t help but place his hand on his abdomen, and the Jiuying’s voice quietly sounded behind him, “That child was conceived by you through the Ling Platform.”

 

Bian Rang then placed his hand over his heart, feeling through the fabric the rugged scar. Suddenly, his heart twisted painfully, and he hunched over, clutching his back.

 

The Jiuying hurriedly approached and supported him. “What’s wrong?”

 

He saw sweat bead on Bian Rang’s forehead, his brows tightly furrowed as if in extreme agony, his own heart tightening in response.

 

Bian Rang shook his head. In that moment just now, many images flashed through his mind—memories from the Middle Wasteland years ago, scenes of him and Jun Li, scenes of him and Jiuying, and finally, the scene where he touched his abdomen in the boundless black night of the Ninth Heaven.

 

His figure was surrounded by the overwhelming loneliness of the world behind him. He seemed out of place with this world, as if nowhere belonged to him to warm him.

 

As Jiuying passed through the mountains and forests, he paused and picked a handful of candies, slightly embarrassed as he explained, “The child likes sweets. Every time we meet, he insists I bring candies for him.”

 

Bian Rang lowered his eyes slightly. “Candies… How old is he now?”

 

“Now over seventy years old, transformed into a human form resembling an eight or nine-year-old in the mortal realm.”

 

“Eight or nine years old…” Bian Rang murmured.

 

If he had successfully conceived the child back then, the child would be over a hundred thousand years old by now.

 

Jiuying also thought of this point, his face darkening as he lowered his head in silence.

 

Soon, the two arrived at the Chasing Cloud Peak in the Demon Realm.

 

Since Demon Sovereign Sir Lan married into the Heavenly Realm, Chasing Cloud Peak had become even colder. There were no servants on the mountain, only Sir Lan’s two disciples, Quze and Xie Li, living there.

 

Following their aura, they found Xie Li halfway up the mountain.

 

At this moment, Quze was carrying Xie Li on his back. Xie Li lay on Quze’s back, munching on snacks and muttering something. Quze had a tense expression, showing little emotion except for occasionally responding to Xie Li.

 

Seeing Bian Rang and Jiuying appear, Quze showed no surprise. He gently set Xie Li down from his back and tactfully left them to reunite as a family.

 

Xie Li had only eaten half of the fruit in his mouth, his cheeks bulging as he stared blankly at the people before him.

 

Bian Rang took a step forward, and Xie Li’s gaze focused on Bian Rang’s face, his mouth slightly agape.

 

Bian Rang’s heart pounded like a drum, his pale face flushed with a touch of red, step by step, slowly approaching Xie Li.

 

Xie Li smacked his lips, momentarily stunned, then resumed chewing on the remaining fruit in his mouth.

 

The way this big brother looked at him was so strange.

 

It was a mixture of surprise and kindness, kindness tinged with maternal affection…

 

Whether due to blood relations or not, Bian Rang felt an inexplicable fondness the moment he saw Xie Li, wanting to touch him.

 

He reached out and gently touched Xie Li’s brow.

 

In an instant, scenes from their previous life flooded his mind.

 

Jiuying thrusting the long sword into his heart, intense vibrations resonating from his heart. The nascent spirit embryo, still undeveloped, suffered trauma, as if emitting painful cries.

 

It was about to dissipate.

 

With all his cultivation, he barely protected the spirit embryo, transforming it into a blood jade and digging it out from his heart, handing it to Jiuying.

 

But Jiuying said, “What are you pretending to be sentimental for now? I don’t want your broken bead!”

 

In front of him, Jiuying crushed the spirit embryo.

T/N: Hey there! There is plenty more where that came from, so stay tuned! And stay healthy! Straighten your posture, so some stretches and drink some water before continuing hehe~

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Chapter 67

November 16, 2024 / / 0 Comments

       After breakfast the next day, Zhan Weiyang returned to the balcony on the second floor to water the plants.

       Originally, Auntie Luo said she would come up to water the plants after washing the dishes, but Zhan Weiyang took the initiative to undertake this task. After all, it was a friend he hadn’t taken care of for a long time.

       He put on a light grey down jacket and went out to the balcony to fill the watering can with water. He squatted next to the flower pot, first cleared the fallen leaves and weeds in the flower pot, and then watered it.

       While watering, Zhan Weiyang couldn’t help but whisper, “I won’t be with you anymore.”

       He had been discharged for a long time and had been taking his medication on time. He hadn’t heard any voices since. He believed that as long as he continued to take his medication, he shouldn’t turn into a fortune tree again.

       “But I will come to see you often,” Zhan Weiyang felt a little ashamed when he said this. He could actually come to see his friends every day, but the weather was too cold recently. The room was heated, and he could wear only a thin sweater. If he wanted to go out, he had to put on a down jacket. Even so, if he stayed on the balcony for a while, his face and hands would still be cold, so he didn’t go out on the balcony very often. It was only today, when Auntie Luo mentioned it that he thought of watering the potted plants here.

       Zhan Weiyang’s hands were wet by the cold water and soon turned red with cold. He still patiently took care of the pots one by one until he stopped in front of his own empty pot.

       Since Zhan Xiusong broke this pot the last time Pei Qing helped him fix it, he had never squatted in it again, mainly because he was worried about stepping on it. Today, he came here and saw that the pot was full of dust. It had rained before, and so the bottom of the pot was dirty and covered with a layer of mud. He felt heartbroken immediately.

       He quickened his pace, watered the remaining plants, and then washed and scrubbed his flower pots simultaneously.

       Zhan Xueqing was standing in the corridor and happened to see this scene.

       She stopped and looked at Zhan Weiyang for a while, went back to the room to get her coat and put it on. She then walked to the balcony, slowly approached Zhan Weiyang from behind, and heard Zhan Weiyang say, “I’m not abandoning you.”

       Zhan Xueqing was puzzled and couldn’t help calling out, “Yangyang?”

       Zhan Weiyang was startled and turned back to look at her in panic.

       Zhan Xueqing smiled at him, squatted down beside him, and asked, “What are you talking about to yourself?”

       Zhan Weiyang called “Qing jie”, then turned around and continued to wash the flower pot, saying, “I’m chatting with my flower pot.”

       Zhan Xueqing propped her face with one hand and smiled when she heard, “You are so cute! Are you chatting with the flower pot?”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Yeah.” He grabbed the kettle and poured water into it to disperse the mud.

       Zhan Xueqing asked him, “What are you talking about?”

       Zhan Weiyang looked at her strangely, “What? About the flower pot?”

       Zhan Xueqing said, “Yes.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “I just said that I would take good care of it and let it rest assured.”

       Zhan Xueqing asked, “Is your flower pot alive?”

       Zhan Weiyang thought about this question and answered Zhan Xueqing, “I don’t think so.”

       “If it’s not alive, how can you still talk to it? It can’t hear it,” Zhan Xueqing said to her.

       Zhan Weiyang said, “I can talk to it even if it’s not alive. As long as I can hear it, that’s enough.”

       Zhan Xueqing didn’t speak for a while. She squatted beside and looked at Zhan Weiyang quietly for a long time and said, “Isn’t it cold?”

       Zhan Weiyang answered her, “It’s okay. Qing jie, if you are cold, go in.”

       Zhan Xueqing said, “I’m not cold either.” She paused for a while and asked, “Does Pei Qing often make food for you?”

       Zhan Weiyang was stunned and turned to look at her, “Sometimes.”

       Zhan Xueqing looked at him without saying anything.

       Zhan Weiyang suddenly became a little nervous and turned his head back silently.

       Zhan Xueqing said, “I didn’t know he could cook.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Qing ge’s fried rice is delicious.”

       Zhan Xueqing supported her face with her hands and remained silent for a long time. Then she asked Zhan Weiyang, “Is Pei Qing very good to you?”

       Zhan Weiyang nodded, “Qing ge is very good.”

       Zhan Xueqing asked him, “How good?”

       Zhan Weiyang thought her question was strange, and couldn’t help but look at her more, and said, “He is very nice.”

       Zhan Xueqing asked, “Do you…”

       Zhan Weiyang looked innocent and ignorant, “What?”

       Zhan Xueqing saw his expression and suddenly felt that her question was a little ridiculous. She said, “Nothing.”

       Zhan Weiyang stood up, patted the mud on his hands, and said, “Are you going in?” He wanted to wash his hands.

       Zhan Xueqing also stood up and said, “Okay, let’s go in.”

       The two of them left the balcony and walked into the corridor. Zhan Weiyang walked towards the bathroom. Zhan Xueqing stood at the door of the room and watched Zhan Weiyang disappear from behind.

       Holidays always passed in the blink of an eye, and the Lunar New Year was almost here.

       The New Year’s atmosphere in big cities was always not as intense as in smaller places. Many residents in the neighbourhood had gone back to their hometowns to celebrate, making the area feel quiet.

       Meanwhile, the Zhan family was getting more and more lively.

       Two days before the New Year, Zhan Xiusong’s parents came back from out of town. Because there were too many people at home, Zhan Pengcheng arranged for them to stay in a hotel not far from the neighbourhood. Zhan Xiusong stayed at home so that the kids could play together.

       Until the day of New Year’s Eve, Auntie Luo was busy in the kitchen preparing the New Year’s Eve dinner.

       Near noon, Pei Jingrong and his wife, Zhan Yingfei, took a taxi back from the airport. When they arrived, the family was preparing to have lunch.

       Zhan Weiyang came down from the second floor and heard a knock on the door, so he went to open the door.

       As soon as the door was opened, along with the cold air, there was also a soft embrace. When Zhan Yingfei saw Zhan Weiyang, she opened her arms and hugged him tightly, shaking him left and right, saying, “My baby Yangyang!”

       Zhan Weiyang was already taller than Zhan Yingfei, and he didn’t dare to struggle hard, so he could only nervously call out, “Auntie!”

       Zhan Yingfei then let go of her hand and looked at him with a smile on her face.

       Zhan Weiyang’s face was a little red.

       Zhan Yingfei was already in her forties, but she maintained her appearance and figure very well. She was wearing a smart short down jacket and a pair of long boots on her legs.

       The middle-aged man standing behind her was Pei Qing’s father, Pei Jingrong. Pei Jingrong was a few years older than Zhan Yingfei, tall, mature and handsome. When he saw Zhan Weiyang, he also showed a gentle smile, “Yangyang.”

       Zhan Weiyang had never carefully examined Pei Jingrong before. However, when he saw him today, he suddenly found that he was really similar to Pei Qing, so he couldn’t help but look at him for a while longer.

       Pei Jingrong smiled and said to Zhan Yingfei, “Yangyang may not recognise me.”

       Zhan Weiyang wanted to explain that he knew him, but he heard Zhan Yingfei smiling and saying, “This is your Uncle.”

       He had no choice but to call out, “Uncle.”

       Zhan Yingfei put her arm around Zhan Weiyang’s shoulders, pushed him inside, and said, “It’s too cold. Let’s go in and talk.”

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Chapter 89 – When I return

November 16, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Chapter 89 (Extra 12)

 

When the last drop of snow in the Northern Plains melted, everything fell silent. The mountains of the Northern Plains were as flawless as its snow, pure and immaculate. The undulating hills and mountains formed a continuous line, bathed in the lingering glow that gradually descended along the ridges.

 

The Northern Plains knew no nights; even after the glow faded, all was still white.

 

Arriving here, Si Lan and Haowei beheld the pristine face of the Northern Plains after the snow had melted, unable to help but exclaim in astonishment.

 

It was like a white canvas here, painting white clouds, white mountains, and a white sea, exuding a bizarre and magnificent beauty, dreamlike and ethereal.

 

Initially, they speculated that Bian Rang, upon being reborn, would enter the cycle of reincarnation and be born again. Yet Bian Rang did not follow the cycle of reincarnation; instead, he gathered his breath in the Northern Plains.

 

Following Bian Rang’s aura, they arrived at a cave in the Northern Plains, where countless starlights flickered within.

 

These starlights gathered from the ends of the earth surrounded a massive block of ice.

 

Si Lan stepped forward to examine the block of ice. Within it, faint and strange starlights emitted, converging to form a human figure.

 

He suddenly understood why Bian Rang chose to revive in the Northern Plains.

 

Silver hair, jade-like face, clad in white purer than snow.

 

Only such a pristine place was suitable for Bian Rang.

 

Si Lan looked at the figure in the ice and murmured, “After Bian Rang’s revival, I wonder what he will be like.”

 

Yu Wuxia had also revived. Si Lan had seen him twice: once when Yu Wuxia chased after a tiger and another when the roles were reversed.

 

The second time they met, something happened; the tiger growled menacingly, chasing after Yu Wuxia.

 

Yu Wuxia ran, shouting, “Master, disciple will never use the wrong medicinal oil again! I will immediately uproot all the peppermint in the mountains!”

 

“…,” Si Lan.

 

He wondered how the peppermint had provoked Jiaheng.

 

At that moment, upon hearing the words “peppermint,” Jiaheng’s anger surged. He leaped forward, biting onto Yu Wuxia’s clothes and tackling him to the ground.

 

Si Lan had originally intended to greet this master and disciple pair, but witnessing the bizarre scene, with Yu Wuxia’s clothes torn and discarded, and the tiger transformed into a human…

 

Si Lan quietly walked away.

 

He wondered if after Bian Rang’s resurrection, he would end up like Yu Wuxia, able to achieve enlightenment with his beloved.

 

Haowei glanced at Si Lan and said, “Although Bian Rang has revived this time without entering the cycle, his reformed soul will lose its previous memories.”

 

For Bian Rang, perhaps losing those memories was for the best.

 

Si Lan murmured in agreement, reaching out his hand. He intended to touch the ice, but countless starlights fell on his fingers, causing him to pause and murmur, “Jiuying will soon sense Bian Rang’s resurrection…”

 

Due to the dissolution of the Pentagram Nine Skies Formation, the souls of Dayong, Kui, and Xue Rong, who were previously trapped within the formation, returned to reincarnation. However, Jiuying chose not to reincarnate; he became a ghost, staying in the underworld, guarding his memories and waiting for Bian Rang’s return.

 

“Let’s go back.”

 

After a moment of silence, Haowei spoke.

 

Seeing Si Lan lost in thought, he couldn’t help but embrace Si Lan’s shoulder and say, “Don’t worry about them. If their fate is not over, they will meet again. If it is over, we can’t force it.”

 

Si Lan sighed, “It was my idea to help Yu Wuxia, and now he has successfully chased after Immortal Jiaheng. If Jiuying could also seek my advice, I’m sure bringing Bian Rang back would be much easier.”

 

Haowei twitched his lips slightly. Was it really because of his suggestion?

 

Why did he feel like his random idea had unexpectedly hit the mark?

 

Though he thought so, Haowei didn’t dare say it. Instead, he indulgently said, “Yeah, if you have the chance to see Jiuying, give him some advice.”

 

Si Lan nodded with a smile, turning away with Haowei. As they left, he said, “Let me tell you, chasing after Bian Rang is different from chasing after Jiaheng.”

 

“Oh?” Haowei expressed curiosity and confusion very tactfully, looking forward to an explanation.

 

“Jiaheng doesn’t like to talk. If you try to talk to him nicely, he’ll just ignore you. So the methods must be ruthless and shameless, forcing him to speak.”

 

“…,” Haowei.

 

No wonder he could come up with the move of kissing him without even acknowledging him.

 

“Bian Rang is different. Bian Rang is born as the son of heaven’s will, powerful and noble, thinking himself unmatched. Using shady means against such a person won’t work; instead, he might just slap you and turn you into cannon fodder.

 

So, to capture Bian Rang’s heart, one needs to understand that what he lacks is tender care and love. He has never experienced the life of ordinary people. Inside, he looks down upon and yet envies their lives. Therefore, if he feels the abundant care and love in life, it will definitely move his heart.”

 

Haowei originally thought Si Lan was joking, but upon hearing this, he couldn’t help but look at Si Lan seriously.

 

Si Lan indeed understood their personalities well and knew how to remedy their weaknesses.

 

Haowei couldn’t help but ask, “And what about capturing me?”

 

“You…” Si Lan’s ears turned oddly red.

 

Seeing this, Haowei became even more curious. “What about me?”

 

“Just give you two wild fruits,” Si Lan muttered under his breath.

 

“…” Haowei.

 

So, he’s only worth two wild fruits!

 

Thinking back, when they first met, he was indeed moved by Si Lan’s two wild fruits!

 

Haowei couldn’t help but grit his teeth. This “disdain” tonight needed to be dealt with properly.

 

As Si Lan left the Northern Plains, he glanced sideways at the mountain below, where a dark figure emerged from the intersecting mountain ranges.

 

Si Lan smiled faintly, thinking to himself, “I’ve already laid out the moves; now let’s see what Jiuying will do next.”

 

—

 

Upon hearing the disturbance in the Northern Plains, Jiuying rushed over without delay. Just as he descended to the foot of the mountain, he overheard Si Lan and Haowei talking.

 

At this moment, his eyes seemed distant, still lost in Si Lan’s words.

 

Cannot use underhanded means.

 

Must use thoughtful care and love.

 

He followed the faint starlight into the cave, surrounded by conical ice blocks emitting a chilly mist, shrouding the cave like smoke.

 

He followed the starlight until he reached the inner part of the cave and saw a massive ice pillar standing amidst the glacier.

 

The starlight was bound to the pillar, slowly merging into it and transforming into twinkling fireflies.

 

Seeing the humanoid form within the ice pillar, countless memories flooded his mind in an instant.

 

The first time he met Bian Rang, Bian Rang lifted his chin and said he was the most beautiful person in the clan, taking him away.

 

Used as a servant, placed in the Ninth Heaven, accompanying Bian Rang to watch demonic beasts fight in the arena, he played stone chess to amuse Bian Rang and to keep him from the arena.

 

To uncover Bian Rang’s weakness, he tricked Bian Rang into drinking.

 

To kill Bian Rang, he pretended to be captured.

 

…

 

Many past events, though over a hundred thousand years have passed.

 

But they are deeply engraved in his heart, replayed countless times in his mind.

 

“Bian Rang…”

 

Jiuying slowly approached the ice pillar, pressed his face against it, tears slowly falling from the corners of his eyes. Regret, longing, pain—all these emotions tangled together. He wanted to say a thousand things, ten thousand things, but they condensed into just one sentence.

 

“I miss you so much.”

 

He really missed him. Sealed within the deep and boundless Bagua Formation, he could only endure by thinking of him.

 

—

 

Jiuying didn’t know when Bian Rang would awaken, so he kept vigil outside the Northern Plains, the sight of the sunrise each day being his happiest moment.

 

Because there is sunlight, it won’t snow.

 

Sometimes he would daydream outside the cave, sometimes he would talk to the person inside the ice pillar. He told Bian Rang that they had a child, and he had recently visited the demon realm to see the child.

 

The child looked a lot like Bian Rang, but his temperament was unknown, bold and unafraid even when facing such a fierce ghost.

 

Instead, the child approached him and made a deal—if he wanted to see him, he had to bring him a piece of candy each time.

 

Jiuying looked at the cavity in the child’s tooth that showed when he spoke and couldn’t help but fall silent.

 

“That child is very clever. He knows I want to see him, but I haven’t acknowledged him yet. I’m afraid that acknowledging him will burden him, letting him know… his father killed his mother…”

 

Jiuying said this, laughing at himself, so it could be considered redemption, not letting himself and the child reunite, otherwise Bian Rang would be left alone.

 

He would wait for Bian Rang to return before acknowledging the child.

 

“Actually, I also feel unworthy to be his father. If it weren’t for you dispersing your cultivation to save him, he probably would have…”

 

Jiuying choked up, his fingers slowly tracing Bian Rang’s face on the ice pillar.

 

If it weren’t for Bian Rang, the child would have been lost long ago.

 

If he hadn’t been so willful back then, pretending to crush the spiritual fetus in front of Bian Rang, Bian Rang wouldn’t have been so furious that his soul shattered. He had regretted it to the point of wanting to kill himself, but in order to see Bian Rang again, he lived as if life were worse than death.

 

More and more starlight gathered inside the ice pillar, and now Bian Rang’s features were clearly visible, exactly like the person in his memory.

 

His fingers moved inch by inch, not even feeling the pain despite his fingers turning frostbitten.

 

“Bian Rang, come back.”

 

He had really waited too long, waited for a hundred thousand years.

 

He hugged the ice pillar, pressing his cheek tightly against it, tears falling down onto the ice.

 

He fell asleep and didn’t see the starlight inside the ice pillar gradually dimming.

 

The man with silver hair and a jade-like face slowly opened his black eyelashes.

 

In an instant, the ice pillar cracked inch by inch, pieces of ice fell off and hit the ground, making a sound.

 

Jiuying woke up suddenly, turned around to look at the ice pillar, and met a pair of ink-black eyes. Jiuying was stunned, staring blankly at the person, momentarily forgetting how to react.

 

It wasn’t until the falling ice hit him that he seemed to realize something, stepping back several times in succession. The ice pillar in front of him collapsed with a crash, stirring up waves of white cold air.

 

After the cold air dissipated, the face that he remembered so deeply and could never forget was gradually revealed.

 

He staggered forward, stepping on the broken ice, his gaze fixed on the person in front of him without blinking.

 

The pale face, deep eyes and brows, thin red lips, and the distinctive vermilion glass pendant worn on the left ear.

 

“Bian Rang…”

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Chapter 88 – The master and apprentice are in love

November 15, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Chapter 88 (Extra 11)

 

Yu Wuxia looked at Jiaheng, who stood by the lake, his thin clothes fluttering in the wind. The collar of his robe was slightly open, revealing half of his collarbone.

 

Yu Wuxia’s gaze slowly moved upwards and landed on Jiaheng’s face. He replied word by word, “I understand now, Master. Bound by my own obsessions, all paths lead to dead ends.”

 

A smile of approval appeared at the corner of Jiaheng’s lips.

 

Previously, Yu Wuxia had been trapped by his own obsessions, which had driven him to madness until he reached a dead end.

 

Only by transcending these obsessions could one escape the endless cycle within their heart.

 

Jiaheng clasped his hands in front of his chest, the “Amitabha” in his mouth swallowed back down, and he reluctantly lowered his hands. Years of habit had already seeped into his bones.

 

“Let’s go back.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Yu Wuxia followed behind Jiaheng. The two walked along the rugged mountain path and saw a patch of wild fruits.

 

Jiaheng, feeling a bit hungry, picked some wild fruits and took them to the stream to wash. Yu Wuxia also helped wash the fruits.

 

The rippling water reflected the figures of the master and disciple, as if the quiet time was silently flowing between them.

 

Yu Wuxia greedily enjoyed this moment of companionship, but when he thought about the many times he would spend like this with his master in the future, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curve up.

 

He handed a washed wild fruit to Jiaheng. “Master, eat this one, it’s ripe.”

 

Jiaheng took the wild fruit. “Aren’t you eating?”

 

“I don’t need to.”

 

Jiaheng said nothing more and bit into the sweet and sour wild fruit, turning his head to look at the distant towering mountains. The wind between the mountains carried a scent of earth and an inexplicable muskiness.

 

When it brushed past his face, it left a warm, hot touch.

 

After finishing the wild fruit, Jiaheng realized something was wrong. The warm, hot feeling on his face wasn’t caused by the warm wind, but was radiating from within.

 

He looked down at his arm and noticed that the exposed skin had turned red. A strange emotion churned in his chest. His breathing became rapid, his eyes moist as he glanced at the wild fruits beside him.

 

Yu Wuxia followed his gaze to the wild fruits. “Master, what’s wrong?”

 

Jiaheng didn’t speak.

 

Sensing something off about Jiaheng, his breathing intermittent, Yu Wuxia couldn’t help but walk over to him. He reached out to touch Jiaheng, but was pushed away. In that brief contact, he felt the scorching heat of Jiaheng’s fingers.

 

Yu Wuxia froze for a moment, then looked back at the wild fruits.

 

These wild fruits… could there be a problem?

 

Were they hot fruits?

 

There were rumors of a type of fruit with bright and beautiful colors, which caused birds to display courtship behaviors and beasts to roar with desire.

 

“Master.”

 

Jiaheng felt like the whole world was filled with Yu Wuxia’s voice, the word “Master” echoing in his mind. In a daze, he saw Yu Wuxia reaching out to him, and his body seemed to be collapsing.

 

There was a brief moment of blankness, and when he regained consciousness, he found himself nestled in Yu Wuxia’s arms.

 

Yu Wuxia had carried him to a beast’s den, surrounded by wild grass that blocked out the sun. Weak light filtered through the long leaves of the wild grass.

 

Jiaheng opened his eyes, trying hard to see clearly, but his view was obstructed by Yu Wuxia’s enlarged face.

 

“Master, don’t hold me so tight.”

 

Jiaheng looked down in confusion, realizing that his body was out of control, his limbs tightly clinging to Yu Wuxia.

 

The places where their skin touched slightly alleviated the unbearable heat.

 

“Water…”

 

He needed to soak in water.

 

Soaking in water would help.

 

Yu Wuxia either didn’t understand his words or deliberately misinterpreted them. His fingers lightly traced Jiaheng’s red lips, his voice hoarse. “Master, here comes the water.”

 

…

 

Probably due to the toxins from the wild fruits, Jiaheng’s thoughts were intermittently blank. When he regained consciousness again, he found himself entangled with Yu Wuxia… The scene and the situation overwhelmed him, causing him to lose consciousness once more.

 

He didn’t know how much time had passed before he opened his eyes again.

 

His head felt like it was being torn apart, the intense pain causing his vision to go dark, making it almost impossible to see clearly.

 

His body also ached, especially the area below his tailbone and his chest.

 

Realizing this, Jiaheng suddenly became aware of something. The blood drained from his face, his dry lips moved as if to speak, but in the end, they only formed a cold, indifferent curve.

 

He heard Yu Wuxia’s contented and leisurely voice beside him.

 

“Master, sleep a little longer. It’s not dawn yet.”

 

Jiaheng remained silent, his breath chilling to the extreme. Unable to restrain himself, he sat up, intending to reprimand this disrespectful disciple below him. In the process, he accidentally touched a sensitive area on himself, causing his body to flinch in pain.

 

Yu Wuxia hurriedly got up and embraced him, saying, “Master, don’t move.”

 

It was only when Jiaheng tried to speak that he realized his throat was hoarse. “Have you… grown tired of living?”

 

Yu Wuxia suppressed a smile. Even when his master was angry, throwing a tantrum like this was also quite adorable. He gently rubbed the side of Jiaheng’s face and said softly, “Master, you were the one who kept clinging to your disciple. The disciple… couldn’t push you away.”

 

“…” Jiaheng.

 

He didn’t believe a word of it.

 

Though his consciousness was fuzzy, he faintly remembered the events. Clearly, this scoundrel took advantage of the situation to…

 

The more he thought about it, the more unstable his breath became. His face turned crimson with embarrassment. Seeing this, Yu Wuxia quickly helped him relax, afraid of making him even more upset.

 

“Master, if you think your disciple did wrong, punish him. But please don’t upset yourself,” Yu Wuxia said earnestly.

 

Seeing his sincere words, Jiaheng’s anger subsided slightly. However, he still avoided Yu Wuxia’s touch and turned away from him.

 

His entire body ached, making walking difficult. His already thin white robe seemed to have disappeared somewhere.

 

Feeling awkward, he turned around, facing away from Yu Wuxia.

 

Yu Wuxia coughed softly and moved closer to Jiaheng. His voice sounded near Jiaheng’s ear, “Master, your disciple has already moved beyond attachment. I wonder when you will be able to do the same.”

 

Jiaheng paused at his words, silent.

 

Seeing his reaction, Yu Wuxia rested his hands behind his head, half-closing his eyes. Through the slender gaps in the grass leaves, he looked towards the dawning sky.

 

“Bound by attachment, everything I encounter becomes a realm. Master, your heart has also built a circle of realm, keeping your disciple outside.”

 

Jiaheng bowed his head even lower, but his eyes remained fixed and wide open.

 

What attachment?

 

If he still had attachment, he wouldn’t have taken away the relic back then, disregarding its life or death.

 

Since he transformed into a tiger and took away the relic, his Immortal, his attachment, had all disappeared.

 

At that moment, Yu Wuxia’s kiss suddenly landed on the back of Jiaheng’s neck. The familiar sensation swept over him from behind, permeating into Jiaheng’s breath.

 

Yu Wuxia held his waist, saying, “Master, as your disciple said, if you ignore your disciple, I’ll have to kiss you.”

 

“…” Jiaheng.

 

“Master?”

 

“Shut up, I want to sleep.” Jiaheng’s voice almost overflowed from his chest, his long, dense eyelashes trembling slightly.

 

A deeper smile played on Yu Wuxia’s lips as he placed another kiss on Jiaheng’s forehead. “Alright, then, Master, go to sleep.”

 

“…” Jiaheng.

 

Even though he had already given him an answer, why was there still a kiss?

 

A disciple who doesn’t keep his word.

 

Jiaheng furrowed his brow, his breathing gradually slowing down. As he drifted into sleep, his body unconsciously moved towards the embrace behind him, like a shrimp curling its back, tightly held by Yu Wuxia from behind.

 

Yu Wuxia’s hoarse voice murmured, “Master, I’ve… wanted this for a long time.”

 

Holding his master until dawn.

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Chapter 14

November 15, 2024 / / 0 Comments

       He felt his legs were weak and staggered back, “I don’t know, and I don’t want to know…your hobbies have nothing to do with me.” After saying that, he hurriedly walked around the other party and rushed out of the door. However, he was grabbed by two tall and strong men in black at the door and dragged back.

       Chu Yichen sat down on the black single sofa and ordered without expression, “Hang him up.”

       Chu Yunhan struggled like crazy, even using his teeth, but to no avail. The two bodyguards were both trained men. These two bodyguards were both trained fighters, their movements quick and their strength astonishing, leaving him no chance to fight back. His hands were pulled high by each of them, restrained with metal handcuffs hanging from the torture rack. His shoes were also taken off, and the ankles of both feet were also shackled. The sound of metal friction was made when the slightest movement was made. Following the man’s instructions, he was stretched to an extremely uncomfortable height. His body was extended, barely allowing his toes to touch the ground; even a slight bend of his arms meant bearing the weight of his entire body. Fortunately, the inner circle of the handcuffs was made of soft leather, so his wrists were not cut.

       After doing all this, the two bodyguards withdrew. The moment the door closed, Chu Yunhan felt a burst of despair in his heart. He looked at the man sitting opposite him and begged for mercy in a panic, “Don’t do this to me. Chu Yichen, you can’t do this to me… If you want revenge, you can use other methods. All the property in my name will belong to you. I don’t want anything… I’m not gay, I really am not; I just promised to the Sheng the fifth just to escape… I will never run away again in the future, I can always stay at home and not go anywhere…”

       Chu Yichen stood up and walked in front of him. The riding crop in his hand slid down from Chu Yunhan’s bare neck at the collar to his left nipple. He rubbed it slowly in circles through the clothes and said, “When the body is in pain, it becomes tense, while the presence of sexual suggestions can elicit excitement. For many people, these two experiences exist separately, but for others, they are interdependent and can transform into one another. BDSM is a sensory game where the dom has control over everything, imposing a certain level of restraint and pain on the sub. This pain stimulates the sub to release endorphins, leading to greater pleasure and delight.”

       The rough friction of the tip of the whip made Chu Yunhan feel as if he had been bitten by a snake. He instinctively shrank back. He lost his footing, and his body became unstable. He could only straighten up and stand on tiptoes. This erotic teasing made him feel uncomfortable all over. He gritted his teeth and said, “I told you, I’m not a sub; this will only make me feel disgusted!”

       “Disgusted?” The man chuckled, put the whip down gently on his crotch, and patted it gently, “It seems that you need me to help you think back to the night when you also felt disgusting. How you cried and begged me to fvck you, and how you raised your ass and moaned under me. When I allowed you to cum, you passed out from pleasure, didn’t you?”

       Hearing these words, Chu Yunhan felt so ashamed that he was about to burst with shame. His face turned red, and his whole body trembled. He struggled and cursed, “Pervert! Do you fvcking know what you are doing is r4p3? You are illegally detaining now! Let me go!”

       Chu Yichen moved his wrist, and the tip of the whip slapped the root of his thigh punitively. This time, he used a little more force, causing him to gasp in pain.

       “In our interactions, I set the rules as the dominant party, and you follow the rules as the one who submits. If you make me unhappy, you will be punished. The method and intensity of the punishment are determined by me. It may be whipping, binding, or putting restrictions on certain parts of your body like last time.”

       Chu Yunhan recalled the situation that was worse than life at that time as if there was still the feeling of a foreign object inserted into the urethra. He shuddered, swallowed the words he wanted to curse, and softened his tone, “If you want to, you can play with those bodyguards or someone like Hei Yu or Bai Xiao… Why does it have to be me?”

       “Like I said, I’m interested in your body.” Chu Yichen responded nonchalantly and then said, “The chat is over. From now on, you are not allowed to talk except to answer my questions. This is the first rule.”

       “What is this? You don’t even… Ahh—”

       The whip came down on his chest in response. It was fast and accurate, and the tip of the whip hit the right nipple, causing pain and numbness. It spread from the place where it hit to all the limbs. Growing up, Chu Yunhan had never really been beaten. On the rare occasions when his father tried to discipline him, his mother would intervene, and it usually ended with just a few words of reprimand. No one dared to confront the children of the Chu family outside, let alone lay a hand on him. Now, having received a solid strike, his mind heated up with the pain, and in a burst of defiance, he shouted, “If you’ve got the guts, beat me to death!”

       Chu Yichen didn’t say anything and returned from the area where the whip was placed with a soft brown whip woven from cowhide. The whip was about seventy centimetres long, with no tip at the front. He raised his hand, and the whip flew out diagonally from bottom to top like a swimming dragon, hitting Chu Yunhan on the left chest.

       If the whipping just now contained a certain degree of flirting, this one was a real punishment, and the pain was so painful that he even lost his voice when he screamed. He wanted to curl up but was unable to do so because he was chained, and the steel chain of the shackles rattled loudly.

       “If you still want to be whipped, you can continue.”

       Chu Yunhan was shaking with pain and biting his lip tightly. He wanted to be tough with Chu Yichen for once. He wanted to be like those unyielding revolutionaries in the TV series who were tortured and repeated clearly, ‘If you dare, beat me to death.’ He wanted to hold on until the end to see if this man would really beat himself to death.

       But he was afraid of pain.

       The pain was like a fire igniting along the whip marks, burning the fragile body, and the pain in every inch was unbearable.

       “You look very attractive now.” Chu Yichen looked at his wet eyes and raised the corners of his lips. The slender fingers unbuttoned his clothes one by one, and the fingertips touched the place where he had just been whipped, gently stroking the red marks on his fair skin. Chu Yunhan shuddered for a while and wanted to shrink back, but the person before him said, “You are not allowed to move before I give you permission. This is the second rule you must abide by.”

       The rigid riding crop that was initially used was back in Chu Yichen’s hand. He gently pressed the tip of the whip against the nipples that had been treated cruelly and rubbed them gently and hard. Then, slowly, he moved down, from the chest to the waist, from the front of the body to the back spine.

       Chu Yunhan felt like a body without a soul, and the whip was like a scalpel, cutting him open piece by piece. Chu Yichen, on the other hand, was like a patient gold digger, taking the trouble to carefully examine every sensitive zone in his body, trying to find something. Chu Yunhan knew very well that the man was arousing his lust in this way. He should have felt disgusted and should not have reacted at all.

       But the body didn’t want to lie.

       After the painful whipping just now, all the senses seemed to have been awakened, becoming tense and sharp. The slightly rough and stiff texture of cowhide comes into contact with the soft skin of the body, creating a special feeling. A little itchy and a little cold. This sensation intertwined and flowed, spreading beneath the skin and through the flesh. When the tip of the whip reached the crotch and began to rub the wrapped genitals through the cotton pants, everything changed.

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