As time passed, the autumn air deepened, the weather grew cooler, and a chill lingered in the breeze brushing past. Leaning against the car door, Chu Yunhan tugged up the collar of his coat slightly. His hand paused briefly as it brushed against his neck.
The hickey under the side of the neck still left a faint mark, and he recalled the way the man looked at him from above while supporting his body. Three days ago, his legs were tied into an M shape during the two-person game, wide open to receive the man’s advances. This time, no tools were used—just the intrusion and caress of the man’s fingers were enough to send him spiralling into waves of pleasure, trembling and climaxing helplessly. The sight of Chu Yunhan, eyes misty with lust and pleading desperately, also stirred Chu Yichen. His breathing quickened, his body tensed, and a sheen of sweat formed on his forehead.
The contract signed by the two not only restricted the dom from having sexual intercourse with him, but also restricted to ‘one-to-one’ relationship. This also meant that a man could not take other slaves, nor could he use his body. When he felt the urge, he could only masturbate and endure. This overbearing clause was indeed unfair. Chu Yunhan, whose orga-m had subsided, felt a little soft-hearted when she saw him holding back so hard.
To be honest, he really admired Chu Yichen for his endurance. After so long, he could hold it back like this every time. Will he get internal injuries if he keeps holding it in like this? Chu Yunhan looked at the person lying next to him, hesitated for a while, and whispered, “How about… I can use my hands for you?”
The man turned his face to look at him and said nothing.
His face turned red, and he said awkwardly, “If you want to do it yourself, I can leave.” Then he sat up and said, “I’ll go go take a…”
He was pulled down on the bed before the word ‘bath’ could be uttered, and the slender body covered the light above his head. The man leaned over and pressed him under him. Deep black eyes were on his handsome face, staring at him closely. An ink-colored flame seemed to be burning inside, silent and hot.
Chu Yunhan wanted to slap himself twice at this moment.
Why would he take the initiative to do such a thing… What kind of misplaced generosity is this? I must be out of my mind talking so cheaply like that!
But the words had been spoken. Looking at Chu Yichen’s current state, if he said, ‘Forget it, I won’t do it’, and ran away, he would probably be skinned… Even if he were not skinned directly, his ass would be spread open next time. Since things had come to this, it was better just to do it. After all, he had pleased him for so long, so it could be regarded as reciprocating the favour.
He reluctantly reached out to unbutton the man’s shirt, but his wrist was grabbed, pulled directly under his body, and pinned to the belt.
Did this mean he didn’t need him to take off your clothes, and he could just start stroking right away?
Now that he thought about it, this guy didn’t seem to like taking his clothes off when forcing himself on him… What a peculiar habit.
Chu Yunhan blushed and untied Chu Yichen’s belt in embarrassment. He pulled down the zipper and then pulled down his underwear a little. When his palms felt the area that was about to become aroused, he couldn’t help but shrink.
It felt hot.
The blood vessels surged, making the entire column thick and even somewhat ferocious.
“You…” He gulped. He looked at the other person who was staring at him, resignedly held the monster, and began to play it slowly.
Chu Yunhan was well aware of Chu Yichen’s stamina—after all, he’d ‘experienced it firsthand’ many times at the Chu family’s old house. At this moment, as his hand grew sore without any signs of cumming, he muttered in frustration, “If you don’t finish soon, I’m stopping.”
There was a helpless smile in the man’s slightly lowered gaze, and he said in a slightly hoarse voice, “You are clumsy and impatient.”
Chu Yunhan, who was criticised for his hard work, was not happy. He took Chu Yichen’s c0ck and squeezed it hard. He couldn’t help laughing when he saw Chu Yichen trembling and gasping.
It wasn’t until he finished laughing that he realised something was wrong.
The conversation and actions between them just now were too intimate—as if they were teasing a pair of close lovers. And this way of getting along with each other without any grudges was a bit like when they were young.
“Chu Yichen…” His eyes trembled, and he wanted to say something, but his lips were blocked.
The man’s body pressed down as if to prevent him from thinking about other things, and he continued to deepen the kiss. He pried his teeth open, stirred his tongue roughly, and kissed him until he couldn’t breathe and his body went limp before parting ways.
“If you want me to cum, just cooperate.” Hot and moist breath was on the side of his neck as Chu Yichen played with his c0ck and left spots of kisses all over his body. Finally, he held their c0cks at the same time and ejaculated together.
Two consecutive ejaculations and high-intensity lovemaking made Chu Yunhan extremely sleepy. Even though he knew that he was in the other person’s arms, he was too lazy to move again, so he let the man hold him and fell asleep. When he woke up, he was alone in the room again.
In the past three days, he had always thought of Chu Yichen unconsciously. When he thought of Chu Yichen, he couldn’t help but think about the relationship between the two, the past, and where the future is headed… His mind was a mess as he thought about it.
He rubbed his head irritably, and his brown hair became like a bird’s nest.
There was a ‘puff’ of laughter not far away. Chu Yunhan looked up and saw the woman walking over. He also smiled and leaned over to greet the little girl next to her, “Hi, little beauty.”
Yuanyuan was wearing a beautiful white sweater and red leather shoes. Although her face still looked a little shy, it no longer looked as timid as before. She looked at him with a pair of big fluffy eyes.
“Did you have fun today?”
The little girl nodded to him, hesitated, took out a lollipop from her pocket and handed it to him.
“Giving it to me? Thank you.” He took it, tore off the wrapping paper and put it in his mouth, smiling, “It’s very sweet.”
Yuanyuan’s beautiful big eyes curved up, revealing two dimples.
“Let’s get in the car and go home together.”
“How come Young Master Yun is free to pick us up today?” Lan Xin asked as he opened the car door.
“Why, you are not satisfied with me as a driver?” Chu Yunhan joked.
“How dare I.” Lan Xin laughed and said, “You are so busy. I’m afraid I am just delaying your work.” She had escaped her alcoholic and abusive husband and stayed at Qinglan Mansion to become a maid. This allowed her not only to spend time taking care of her daughter but also to pursue learning culinary arts and flower arranging. The heavy makeup she once wore was gone, revealing a fresh and fair complexion. Her seductive and flirtatious demeanour from her nightclub days had disappeared, replaced by a gentle yet capable persona, making her an excellent assistant to the housekeeper, Feng Tai. Despite earning only 300 yuan a month, Lan Xin spent it all on snacks and essentials for Yuanyuan, refusing to keep a single penny for herself. To her, Chu Yunhan was her saviour—someone who had rescued her from a life of misery, helped her regain her innocence, and even sponsored Yuanyuan’s education at the best private kindergarten in K City. She was willing to repay these kindnesses throughout her life.
“I got off work early today, so it’s perfect to give you a ride home.” As he drove on, he suddenly thought of something and said, “By the way, tell Uncle Feng to prepare the things I need for the day after tomorrow.”
“The day after tomorrow, it’s the seventh…” She suddenly woke up, looked at the man with some sadness in her eyes, and said softly, “Okay.”
Although Lan Xin hadn’t been at the manor for long, everyone already treated her as one of their own. They didn’t shy away from discussing things in her presence, and with her knack for observing and interpreting subtle cues, as well as her sharp and clever nature, she had pieced together a general understanding of this young master’s affairs.
November 7th was Chu Qin’s death anniversary.
That was the most painful turning point in Chu Yunhan’s life. Overnight, his family was shattered beyond repair. From then on, his temperament changed drastically—the once cheerful young man became depressed. Later, he spent all his time with women and alcohol and never even returned home. This transformation left Feng Tai and the other staff heartbroken and distressed, unsure how to help him. Fortunately, he was back now. Even so, this particular date continued to make them uneasy, fearing that Chu Yunhan might hurt himself out of grief.
Maybe since she was tired from playing in kindergarten, Yuanyuan fell asleep in the car. When they returned to Qinglan Mansion, Lan Xin wanted to wake her up, but Chu Yunhan stopped her.
“Let her sleep.” He bent down, picked up the little girl from the back seat, and walked quickly through the door. In her daze, Yuanyuan softly wrapped her small hands around his neck, put her face against his neck and continued to sleep.
It was a relaxed posture that conveyed a sense of safety. Yuanyuan trusted him and was gradually emerging from her timid and fearful state. The child had suffered terribly at the hands of her biological father, but now she was slowly returning to a normal life. Although she still didn’t talk much and remained wary of strangers, she had started playing with the other children at kindergarten and was smiling more and more.
Chu Yunhan suddenly felt that he had really done something right. The feeling of being relied upon and trusted by this sensitive child even made him feel more satisfied and happy than winning the project or doubling the profit. It was like a warm breeze blew on his face and poured into your body, making his heart soft and warm.
Dr. Chen was right; deep down he did long to be needed and…to be loved.
If he could have my own family, if he could have his own children…
As he thought of this, Chu Yichen’s face suddenly flashed in his mind.
He stiffened and stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Lan Xin asked.
“It’s okay.” His eyelashes lowered slightly, and he continued to walk forward.
November 7th.
It was a suitable day for offering sacrifices, betrothal, opening businesses, and travelling. It was not suitable for groundbreaking, building beams, or construction work.1usually in chinese calendar, there will be notes about what the date is auspicious for and what to avoid in the particular date
In the early morning, Chu Yunhan adjusted his collar and pressed the black cufflinks into the buttonholes with his slender fingers. He looked at himself in black clothes in the mirror, breathed out gently, turned around and said, “Let’s go.”
Feng Tai, who was standing aside, responded and followed.
The sky seemed to have been splashed with a bucket of sewage water. It was gloomy, and even the clouds were dyed with a dark colour. There seemed to be an invisible sense of oppression in the atmosphere, which made people’s moods become heavy.
Black Mercedes-Benz parked one after another outside the cemetery gate.
Chu Yunhan got out of the car. Lan Xin put a black coat on him and said, “The wind is blowing.”
He put on his coat and walked forward. People all dressed in black followed one after another. Among them were the servants from the manor and former subordinates of the Chu Qin’s families. Though their numbers were not large, they moved in an orderly and solemn manner, drawing the attention of some grave sweepers.
He walked slowly along the road in the morning mist, slowly walking towards the mountain. In the silence, there was only the sound of scattered footsteps on the fallen leaves.
On the sunny hillside of the cemetery, there was an open area isolated by a fence planted with green pines and cypresses. Two men in black who had been waiting here early nodded to him and saluted.
Three tombstones were standing there, two of them standing side by side. One belonged to the old man, and the other had the words ‘Qin Yuxuan’ engraved. Chu Yunhan took a handkerchief from Feng Tai, carefully wiped the two tombstones clean, placed white chrysanthemums in front of the tombs, and burned incense to offer prayer. After finishing, he moved to the tombstone standing alone not far away. After completing everything according to the rules, the others retreated outside the fence, leaving him alone in front of the tombstone.
“Dad, I’m here.” He said, “How have you been over there? Mom didn’t come today—you know, her lower back always acts up around this time. She’s doing well, though. I just visited her yesterday. She’s gained a little weight recently and has been learning traditional Chinese painting from a teacher. She’s very focused on it. I secretly took one of her paintings and brought it here for you to see. It’s her wish; she said she wanted to paint something for you. Even now, she’s still waiting for you to come back.”
He smiled, but his eyes were a little red, “I’ll take good care of her, so you don’t need to worry. I’m… doing pretty well now, too. I’ve taken over a few companies. There are still plenty of things in management that I’m not good at, but I’m gradually getting the hang of it. Now, I regret not taking the time to learn properly while you were here. Back then, I only cared about having fun and never thought about anything else.” He paused, lowered his head and said softly, “Dad, I made a big mistake before. Honestly, I don’t have the face to tell you about it. If you were still here, I bet you’d beat me so hard I couldn’t get up. I can’t even explain why I acted so irrationally—it was probably because I felt not taken seriously, insecure, and jealous. Chu Yichen… he’s an excellent heir. He handles everything so seamlessly. I really can’t compare to him.”
Chu Yunhan looked at his father’s black and white portrait on the cold tombstone and was silent for a while. His hands hanging by his side clenched tightly into fists. The redness in the corners of his eyes became thicker. His voice trembled in the wind, “Dad, he and I… we, we…” He couldn’t continue the words here; his lips trembled a little, and as he lowered his head, the tears accumulated in his eye sockets fell to the ground and melted into the soil.
Shame, guilt, sadness.
The mixture became the pain of being unable to speak.
“I know this is wrong…but I can’t control it…I really…hate myself…Dad, I’m a beast…I don’t deserve to be your son…” He covered his eyes with one hand. His shoulders trembled violently as his tears blurred his vision and wetted his palms.
Although he tried to tell himself that it was just a game, although the other party deliberately blurred the relationship between the two, and although they had such a tacit understanding, when Chu Yunhan faced his deceased father, he did not have any excuse.
When the fig leaf covering the absurd relationship was torn off, all the unhappiness would be laid out naked before him.
There was no pretence, no way to avoid it, no way to resist it.
These were words he had nowhere else to say, so he could only confide them to the departed during today’s visit to the grave. It took him a long while to regain his composure. Using a handkerchief, he wiped away the traces of tears and took several deep breaths to steady himself. Only after carefully managing his expression did he finally turn around.
A figure ran into his sight without warning.
Dressed in a long black coat, the figure stood tall and upright, holding a bouquet of white carnations in his hands.
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