Day: February 15, 2025

Chapter 41

       The slender fingers that entered his body were like dexterous snakes, twisting and turning inside his body, going deeper and deeper. Then came the second one, and then the third one. The sphincter gradually opened as it continued to expand, adapting to the shape of the intruder. The originally tight corridor was also stretched open, getting used to every thrust and withdrawal of the other. The body began to feel thirsty during such conditioning as it ignited little bits of desire, burning under the skin and spreading to every inch.

       Want, more.

       The brain shut down all functions used for rational thinking, leaving only a body succumbing to carnal desires.

       Thinking of nothing, caring for nothing, only following the commands of that man, feeling his presence, and accepting his possession. Only that person could induce the most primitive animal nature in his body, only that person could let him completely surrender himself, and only that person could save him from the monstrous flames of this prairie fire and give him final relief.

       That was the only person he could trust with his life and trust wholeheartedly.

       Under Chu Yichen’s manipulation, all the senses in Chu Yunhan’s body seemed to have awakened, becoming extremely sensitive. When the man’s fingertips touched the sensitive spot on the inner wall, he began to moan.

       The sound of his ‘aahn’ was soft and wavering, ringing non-stop in the basement, intensifying desire’s catalysis. Soon, he fell into the tide of desire. His legs became weak, and his hands began to lose strength. His muscles became stiff, but he managed to maintain his posture. When the expansion was over and the thick di-do with lubricant was slowly pushed in, he groaned and shuddered. If his genitals were not tightly restrained by Chu Yichen’s hand, he would have ejaculated.

       “Stand up.” The man ordered as the di-do was pushed to its deepest point.

       Chu Yunhan obeyed with difficulty, his movements slow and clumsy. The di-do buried deep in his back hole changed angle as it moved, squeezing the glands, sometimes lightly and sometimes hard. It felt tingling and numbing as if he were roasting himself over a fire, half-cooked, and wishing he could add a handful of wood to the stove, pour a jug of wine on it and just burn himself through.

       When he fully straightened up, he realised that his waist was sore and aching. The lying action just now put too much pressure on the waist, and Chu Yichen has obviously taken this into consideration. As an excellent dom, one must not only consider the physical load on the sub but also control the rhythm. The man who knew this well took a restraint and fastened it on his c0ck. Only then did Chu Yunhan discover that there was a hidden opening in the front part of the thong. After opening the small zipper, the c0ck could be completely exposed.

       What a pervert… Designing something like this… What’s the difference between wearing this and not wearing it…

       He cursed secretly.

       In fact, there was still a difference. In addition to adding fun, this kind of underwear also has a rope-binding effect, which could adjust the tightness and increase friction, giving the sub a feeling of being restrained.

       However, Chu Yunhan had no time to think about this now. His attention was drawn to what the man was putting on his c0ck.

       This restraint consisted of three interlocking leather loops connected to each other. The front one was fastened into a groove under the umbrella-shaped shaft, which could be tightened to keep his desire securely inside his body. A metal wire was also hanging from the leather ring, from which hung a bell pendant. He was just wondering why the bell was made in such a shape when he saw Chu Yichen add two small silver balls the size of a quail’s egg on the thin line hanging from the bell, not knowing what material it was made of. It was small but quite heavy, and it directly dropped the originally raised c0ck downwards, like a tree branch bent by a fruit.

       Chu Yichen squatted down and carefully adjusted the leather band. Seeing Chu Yunhan frowning, he asked, “Does it hurt?”

       He shook his head and saw the c0ck between his legs that was stretched so hard that he could hardly lift his head. He said pitifully, “It feels a bit uncomfortable… Master, can you not use this…”

       The man curled his lips, shook the two remaining balls in his hand and said, “Want to add another one?”

       “…I was wrong.” Chu Yunhan took a long breath of resignation and became obedient.

       Next, Chu Yichen put a blindfold on him.

       The world suddenly turned into a void of darkness. All the objects used to determine the direction no longer existed, and everything became unknown and difficult to perceive. He was a little anxious and called out, “Master?”

       “I’m here.” The man stroked the side of his face, and his warm and dry palm became his connection with the world, calming him down.

       “Slave, tell me why your body is so excited?”

       “…I don’t know.” His cheeks were slightly red.

       “You will be punished for lying.” Chu Yichen’s deliberately lowered voice was like a cello with a subtle sex appeal. Especially when it was for teasing and flirting, and Chu Yunhan couldn’t resist at all. The man’s hand rubbed his chest, making the two small bulges that were tightly wrapped in the material more erect, “Do you like me touching you?”

       “…I like it.” He pursed his lips and replied softly.

       “How about this?”

       Before he finished speaking, his nipples were pinched and pulled hard, causing Chu Yunhan to hum. His chest felt ached and tingled, and there was also a slight itching from the friction, which made him take a long breath unbearably and reply tremblingly, “I like it.” Then he added, “As long as Master likes it, I will like it too.”

       A chuckle fell gently like a feather on the water, breaking the calm and making waves. “It makes me happy that you’ve been so good.” The man stroked his Adam’s apple and said, “I’ll reward you. What do you want?”

       Chu Yunhan, already aroused and hungry, blurted out, “Hold me, please…”

       “Hold you, like this?” The tone was flirtatious.

       Then he felt a tightening around his waist and an arm half wrapped around him, hugging him. Chu Yunhan pursed his lips and whispered, “Not like this…”

       “What do you want then?”

       This was clearly forcing him to say it himself. Chu Yunhan’s face was burning red, so embarrassed that his head felt like it was about to burst from the rush of blood. Finally, he managed to squeeze out a few words, sounding as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, “Please…fvck me…”

       As soon as the words came out, the anal opening behind him was pressed, and the di-do clamped in the tunnel suddenly hit the gland hard. A burst of electric-like pleasure flew through the body, and he said, ‘Ah-nhg’ He couldn’t help but shudder as he made a sound, and the erect c0ck between his legs was stimulated to the point of secreting clear pre-cum.

       There was a smile in the man’s voice as he said, “Your bottom mouth is full. How can I use it?”

       The feeling of burning with desire but not getting what she asked for made Chu Yunhan go crazy. He gasped softly, “Spare me, I can’t stand it anymore…”

       “Slave, if you can walk from here to my room without anything inside falling out, I will satisfy you.”

       Hearing these words, he almost cried and called out sadly, “Master…” Before he could beg for mercy, his lips were covered. Chu Yichen kissed him gently, put a leash on his collar, and said, “I will hold you and always be by your side.”

       The Master’s order cannot be violated, and…this kiss and these words were so gentle that they could kill him. Trapped in this tender web, Chu Yunhan sighed inwardly, forced himself to tighten his hole to hold the thick di-do, and replied resignedly, “Understood, Master.”

       The walk from the basement to Chu Yichen’s room was not long, and he was familiar with this place. He thought that even if he were blindfolded and had a di-do inserted, he would be able to reach his destination accurately and quickly.

       Only when he really started walking did he realise how naive he was.

       He didn’t know what skills other doms had, but Chu Yichen’s methods and tricks really made people want to die and couldn’t stop.

       Although Chu Yunhan knew that he would not meet anyone else along the way, he still instinctively felt ashamed when he walked out of the room dressed like this. The di-do inserted in his back hole was rubbing and grinding inside the body while walking, constantly bullying the poor flesh walls and glands, making him rise and fall on the waves of desire. What he didn’t expect was that the most tormenting thing was the little things hanging on the front of his c0ck. The small ball hanging on the thread would sway back and forth due to the swing of the body, and his c0ck would tremble and tremble as it was pulled on it. Soon, it would enter a fully erect state, but the ring would tightly restrain it, and he couldn’t ejaculate even half of it.

       Chu Yunhan was walking and stopping; his tense body was trembling all the way. He knew very well that this kind of physical abuse was part of BDSM, and he knew very well that Chu Yichen was controlling the rhythm so that he wouldn’t end things prematurely by getting too excited. So even though it was hard, he persisted. This kind of obedience never comes from coercion, never comes from passivity, but from his own choice.

       Now he understood the meaning of the sentence, ‘The Master’s rights come from the slave’s giving’. He chose to obey because in such a game, he wanted to let the other person get the same pleasure and make the other person happy.

       When going upstairs, the di-do slipped out a little after relaxing once. Chu Yunhan called out in panic, “Master…”

       “I’m here.” The man responded to him almost instantly, caressing his hair, and said softly, “Slave, you did a good job. There is still one more step. Can you hold on?”

       He nodded. He grabbed the handrail of the stairs and continued upward in the direction of the traction rope. Finally, when he walked up the last step, he couldn’t help but whimper and arch his body slightly, and the thing tightly clamped in his body slipped to the ground. Before the depressed and plaintive ‘I was wrong’ could be said, the body was picked up from the waist and laid on the man’s shoulder.

       “Master!” He was surprised.

       Chu Yichen didn’t say anything but hugged him and quickly walked into the room, then threw him on the bed, covered him and pressed him down, his slightly hoarse voice tinged with lust. “Slave, spread your legs. It’s my turn to satisfy you.”

 

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Chapter 30 – Wan Lizhou, Your Handsome Golden Father

Gu Lizhou handed the menu back after ordering. “I’m done.”

Zhong Weishi had been to this restaurant quite a few times and was already familiar with the menu. He quickly checked off several dishes on the order sheet in less than half a minute.

Gu Lizhou felt that the dishes he picked matched his personality—fast and fiery.

Spicy pork intestines, stir-fried chicken in soy sauce, spicy crayfish, dry pot ribs… Basically, everything looked like it would be heat-inducing.

In contrast, Zhong Weishi thought the dishes Gu Lizhou ordered looked like vegetarian meals straight out of a temple.

Vegetable and tofu soup, stir-fried broccoli with garlic.

Was this the taste of a health-conscious man?

He even suspected that Gu Lizhou was worried he couldn’t afford the meal and was trying to save money for him.

“You’re on a diet ah?” Zhong Weishi asked.

“Do I need to lose weight with this figure?”

Zhong Weishi recalled the abs and long legs he had glimpsed when returning clothes last time.

There was indeed no need.

When the lady boss came over to collect the menu, Zhong Weishi was about to order a bottle of soju, but Gu Lizhou stopped him.

“Are you crazy!? You still have injuries, and you want to drink?”

“Oh,” Zhong Weishi changed his request, “then get me two bottles of Globe Trekker!”

“…” Gu Lizhou turned to the lady boss and said, “Two cans of coconut juice.”

“Two bottles of Globe Trekker and two cans of coconut juice?” the lady boss confirmed.

Gu Lizhou: “No, just the coconut juice.”

Zhong Weishi propped his chin on his hand. “Beer counts as alcohol ah? It barely has any degrees.”

“You want degrees, huh?” Gu Lizhou pointed at a kettle on the cashier’s counter. “Boiled water, 100 degrees. Go boil it yourself.”

Zhong Weishi: “…”

The lady boss chuckled. “Your brother is just looking out for you.”

“He’s not my brother.”

“I’m his father.”

Both blurted out at the same time, ushering in a long silence from the lady boss.

“You had a child quite early ah.”

Zhong Weishi: “…”

Gu Lizhou threw his head back and slammed the table, laughing uncontrollably.

It was peak dining hour, and the dishes were served one after another.

One was slow and methodical, while the other was like raining chopsticks.

Zhong Weishi was used to eating with Qiangzi and the others like like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, so he never thought there was anything wrong with his table manners. But sitting alone with Gu Lizhou, the difference became clear.

When he finished sweeping a bowl of rice, the one across from him had only peeled two crayfish.

After polishing off two bowls of rice, he pushed his favorite pork intestines toward over. “Eat ah, eat ah. You haven’t eaten since this morning, right?”

Gu Lizhou pointed at the dish. “Do you know what that thing used to be filled with before it went into the pot?”

“Shit. So what?”

Gu Lizhou silently scooped up a spoonful of rice.

“It’s not like it wasn’t washed.” Zhong Weishi popped a few more pieces into his mouth. “It’s really good. Try it.”

Gu Lizhou shook his head like a rattle drum.

“The pork intestines are their signature dish! Trust me!” Zhong Weishi picked up a piece and placed it in Gu Lizhou’s bowl.

“I’m not eating it. It smells like poop.” Gu Lizhou immediately put it back into Zhong Weishi’s bowl.

“It’s this flavor that makes it delicious!” Zhong Weishi went as far as pouring some of the sauce over his rice and mixing it in.

Gu Lizhou held his head, unable to keep watching.

“Pretentious.” Zhong Weishi gave him a glance.

The meal dragged on for quite a while, mostly because Zhong Weishi was fooling around, talking about how vile that eunuch character was, then about the rich woman investigating her husband.

“That woman is really pitiful. Her kid is already seven, and her husband is out there fooling around with women using her money. If it were me, I would’ve skinned his face off. Imagine how disappointed that kid will be when he grows up and finds out what kind of man his dad is ah.”

Gu Lizhou had always found family drama the most exhausting topic. Just listening to it made his head hurt. “Bottom line, stay out of these messy situations. If you get into trouble again, it’s useless to call me.”

Zhong Weishi completely missed the underlying message in his words and just grinned. “I won’t la.”

By the time this dinner was over, it was already dark.

Gu Lizhou had originally planned to find a dessert shop nearby and buy Zhong Weishi a small cake as a gesture, but the guy’s stomach was so stuffed he could barely bend down.

“No more, if I eat anything else, I’m really going to throw up.” Zhong Weishi held his belly with one hand, walking like a pregnant woman.

Gu Lizhou couldn’t stop laughing at the side. “Who told you to eat so much?”

“Well, you didn’t say you weren’t gonna eat when we ordered. Then when the food came, you wouldn’t eat this, wouldn’t eat that. What was I supposed to do? Let it go to waste?” Zhong Weishi let out another full-bellied burp. “This is the first time I’ve seen a guy eat so little. Haven’t you been starving since this morning? What did you even eat, cat food?”

Gu Lizhou was still laughing. “Well, at least I finished everything I ordered. Eating too much at night isn’t good.”

“That’s because you old people need to take care of yourselves. We young people need to load up on energy.” Zhong Weishi lifted his shirt, took a deep breath, and slapped his stomach. In an instant, his abs snapped back into eight-pack abs. “Look at this. Impressive, huh?”

Gu Lizhou was already laughing so hard he was slumped over. “Who the hell wants to see that ah?”

“But you did look.” Zhong Weishi pointed at his stomach. “Isn’t it cool? Flat or sculpted, I can switch at will.”

“Lunatic.” Gu Lizhou felt like his mouth was cramping from laughing too much. Zhong Weishi was a fvcking god.

The god in question realized he’d eaten way too much tonight and suggested walking back to the apartment to digest. Gu Lizhou didn’t refuse.

The night was hazy, the air carrying a lingering warmth. The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and the moon in the sky was growing rounder.

Under the streetlights, their shadows stretched and shrunk with each step.

Maybe it was because dinner had been too satisfying, but for the first time, Zhong Weishi took the initiative to talk about his childhood—about the orphanage and then about Grandma Zhao’s house.

“Back then, after my little sister and I finished our homework, we’d follow Grandma to rummage through trash bins for plastic bottles. In the summer, we could collect quite a lot in one night.”

Gu Lizhou listened quietly, his mind conjuring up the image of three skinny figures.

“You think my childhood was really miserable ah?” Zhong Weishi turned his head to glance at him.

En.” Gu Lizhou felt like miserable wasn’t even a strong enough word. Just surviving must have been a daily struggle.

Zhong Weishi smiled. “Honestly, it might sound miserable, but we didn’t feel ashamed or anything. We didn’t even have a concept of poverty. Finding an empty bottle made us so happy—because if we collected a hundred, Grandma would buy us popsicles!”

Gu Lizhou’s gaze carefully followed the big guy beside him. He noticed that the corners of his mouth remained slightly upturned as he spoke, a sign that this memory was a good one for him.

His eyes were like cat’s eye gemstones washed clean by the rain—clear, bright, and glimmering.

“Have you ever had ice pop? The kind you snap in half with a ‘crack’?” Zhong Weishi asked.

“Of course ah. I’m not that old, okay?”

“You became my Dad and still not old?”

“And now you recognize me as your Dad?”

“…”

They walked side by side under the dim streetlights. Passing a small convenience store, they saw a fridge at the entrance packed with all kinds of trendy new ice cream treats.

Zhong Weishi halted, and the lady boss immediately called out, “Hey, little brother. These are all the latest viral ice creams—super delicious. Want to give one a try?”

Zhong Weishi pulled open the fridge door. “Pick one. My treat.”

“Didn’t you say you’re stuffed? You still have room?” Gu Lizhou turned to look at him.

“This is a piss at best.” Zhong Weishi rummaged through the bottom and pulled out ice pop, a frozen treat that practically carried his entire childhood.

Gu Lizhou closed the refrigerator door.

“You’re not having one ah?” Zhong Weishi tore open the wrapper, gripping the bottom of the ice pop.

Gu Lizhou grabbed his fingertips with one hand and held the other end of the ice pop with the other.

“Click.”

“What are you spacing out for? Pay up ah.” Gu Lizhou bit down on his half of the ice pop.

Zhong Weishi grinned and fished a coin out of his pocket.

As night fell, the temperature dropped noticeably, and the wind brushing against their arms carried a slight chill.

The evening breeze lifted the fallen leaves from the ground, taking away the day’s frustrations along with them.

With the taste of their childhood, the two exchanged a smile.

For the first time, Gu Lizhou took a closer look at Zhong Weishi’s features—those captivating, peach blossom eyes, a high nose bridge with a small mole on the tip, and lips still wet and slightly red from the ice pop.

His features were sharp and well-defined. The slightly raised arch of his brows softened the youthful look in his eyes. Combined with the scars on his face, he carried a bit of a roguish air when he wasn’t speaking or smiling. But the moment he did smile, his eyes curved into little crescent moons.

Quite an infectious smile.

When Zhong Weishi turned his gaze forward, Gu Lizhou allowed himself to observe a little more boldly.

He noticed the redness at the edges of the boy’s ears and the way his prominent Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.

The distance from the restaurant to home was quite far. Gu Lizhou remembered sitting in the taxi earlier that day, growing impatient with each red light they hit. But now, after chatting along the way, the giant clock on top of the apartment building came into view before he even realized it.

“We’re here.” Zhong Weishi grinned, spinning the plastic bag in his hand.

En.” Gu Lizhou smiled too, “If you’re here, you’re here, I’m also heading upstairs ah.”

Zhong Weishi nodded, sensing an inexplicable atmosphere settling between them.

This was the first time they had walked home together since knowing each other.

It wasn’t really that long, only a few months, but it felt like they had known each other for years.

By now, they had already figured out each other’s temperaments.

That bloated feeling from dinner had unknowingly disappeared.

Zhong Weishi yawned up at the night sky.

It was a strange yet wonderful feeling.

Like catching the faint scent of lilacs by the roadside when spring arrives, like walking through a small park and having a friendly cat rub against your pant leg, or like breathing in the crisp, clean air at dawn, watching the first streaks of red spread across the sky…

In short, the mood was very good.

Zhong Weishi suddenly laughed while staring at the small advertisements plastered in the hallway. “Hey, do you remember the first time we met here?”

Gu Lizhou paused for a moment, then mimicked his tone from back then. “You put these up?”

Zhong Weishi threw his head back, laughing. “Back then, did you think I was some shady guy?”

Gu Lizhou: “Shady or not, I couldn’t say. But I definitely thought you were a bit retarded.”

“Scram,” Zhong Weishi cursed, then snorted. “I thought you were some rich woman’s sugar baby at first.”

Gu Lizhou smiled and didn’t say anything.

Zhong Weishi froze for a second, thinking he had hit a sore spot. He eyed him suspiciously. “Wait, so is it true? Hey, we’re bros, I wouldn’t judge you. As long as you turn over a new leaf, it’s fine.”

“..” Gu Lizhou considered for a moment before saying, “I only keep people, no one can tie me down.”

What he got in response was a long, drawn-out sound of disgust. “Yi~~~~”

Yi what? You don’t believe me?” Gu Lizhou walked up the stairs at an unhurried pace.

“So have you actually kept someone?” Zhong Weishi pressed on.

“What, you want to try?” Gu Lizhou raised an eyebrow.

Zhong Weishi covered her little heart in fear for a moment, “I’m not the kind of person who just goes along with it.”

“If someone offered you a hundred thousand to sleep with them, would you do it?”

“Just sleep?”

“Do you think it’s possible?”

Some rather inappropriate images flashed through Zhong Weishi’s mind, and his face turned bright red. “I just realized—you have a really dirty mind.”

“But you didn’t say no,” Gu Lizhou said with a grin.

“I don’t give a sleep,”1Written like this in the raw. Zhong Weishi declared stiffly.

“What the hell?” Gu Lizhou nearly choked from laughter.

Zhong Weishi put on a serious face. “I don’t give a sleep.”

Gu Lizhou burst into laughter again. “Brat.” He pushed open his door and stepped inside. “Good night.”

“Oh,” Zhong Weishi waved his hand, ”Good night.”

The door shut, but Zhong Weishi remained standing outside for a while.

Even though it was just a joke, he had seriously considered—for a brief moment—whether ten thousand per night was a good deal.

Maybe it was because the person asking was Gu Lizhou, but the face he automatically pictured belonged to him.

And the answer his brain provided made him feel downright filthy.

Zhong Weishi figured Gu Lizhou probably didn’t believe that “I don’t give sleep.” Even he didn’t fully believe it himself.

But thoughts were just thoughts. A bottom line was still a bottom line.

So where exactly was the bottom line?

Ah, ah, ah, ah—

Anyway, it’s just not allowed!

When he went back inside and prepared to take a shower, a few knocks came from outside the door.

Zhong Weishi put down his clothes and walked toward the door. “Who is it?”

There was no response.

The moment he opened the door, a figure suddenly jumped out from behind the wall with a loud “roar.”

“fvck!” Snapping back to his senses, he lifted his knee and slammed it into the intruder’s thigh. “You fvcking scared the piss out of me!”

Gu Lizhou rubbed his thigh, instinctively glancing at Zhong Weishi’s crotch. “Did you really piss yourself?”

“Roll!” Zhong Weishi tightened his waistband. “What do you want ah?”

“Weren’t you asking for a gift?” Gu Lizhou handed him a newly bought book and patted his shoulder. “Your white moonlight’s autograph. The one and only, ultra-rare, limited edition in the entire universe. Keep it safe.”

Zhong Weishi’s eyes lit up as he took the book and flipped it open. On the title page, in bold gold letters, was a casual yet striking inscription:

To: Little Beast,

Glad you like me. Happy birthday! May your path to stardom be smooth, and may you never forget your original aspirations!

Signed: Your handsome and wealthy dad,

—Wan Lizhou.

Gu Lizhou lowered his gaze to watch him, hands clasped behind his back, chest puffed out—ready to accept the inevitable reaction of a die-hard fan collapsing in joy, crying tears of gratitude, and kowtowing in worship.

His heart pounded wildly, his excitement soaring at the thought of breaking the boundary between reality and fantasy.

In the next second.

He heard the boy’s furious yell: “Gu Lizhou! You, you, you, you, why did you forged his autograph ah! Ai yo—!”

This was reaction #101—completely outside the hundred different scenarios Gu Lizhou had imagined.

His eyes widened in shock, and a breath got stuck in his chest, neither going up nor down. A suffocating wave of disbelief washed over him.

At this moment, shouldn’t he be clutching his hands with trembling fingers, recognizing him at last, then asking for a luck-bringing hug?

This didn’t make sense ah!

Something had to have gone wrong in the process.

Gu Lizhou grabbed the back of Zhong Weishi’s head in a frenzy, his fingertips shaking from urgency. “You, you, look again—really look carefully ah. Wan Lizhou’s personal autograph! Don’t you recognize his handwriting? Look at the strokes, hmm? Doesn’t it feel incredibly familiar…”

Zhong Weishi couldn’t even be bothered to glance at it. Back in the day, he used to forge celebrity autographs and sell them for money. He dares to show this little trick. Did Gu Lizhou think he could just drag his IQ across the floor like this?

Zhong Weishi let out a dry laugh, brushed Gu Lizhou’s arm aside, and said, “Look my ass. Are you brain dead? What kind of author calls their own fan a little beast in an autograph? Give me ten minutes, and I can whip up a dozen of these.”

Gu Lizhou’s expression was like someone who had just choked on a rice dumpling.

Speechless.

He attempted to log into Weibo to prove his identity—only for the system to prompt him with an incorrect password.

The brain-dead fan let out a mocking “Hehe.”

Gu Lizhou had always set his passwords randomly, storing them all in a notebook that he’d left back in B City. Since he had also changed phone numbers, he couldn’t even retrieve the password at the moment.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to salvage the situation. “Wait, just give me a second—let me think ah, let me think…”

“Yeah, right. If you’re Wan Lizhou, then I’m the richest man’s son.” Zhong Weishi felt that this person was simply sick and patted Gu Lizhou’s shoulder. “Go home, wash up, and get some sleep. You can have anything in your dreams.”

The renowned author Wan Lizhou, fell off his horse,2It can also mean had his identity revealed. was so frustrated he felt short of breath, his face heating up. He even considered calling 1203Emergency number in China. for himself.

Meanwhile, Zhong Weishi caught sight of the black gift bag in his hand.

“What’s this ya?”

The plot had completely departed from Gu Lizhou’s initial imagination.

He shoved the bag against Zhong Weishi’s chest with an irritated tone. “You know damn well.”

Zhong Weishi grinned and pulled out the item inside.

A rectangular, elegantly packaged gift box—silver-gray wrapping, a deep blue satin ribbon tied into a bow at the top left corner.

When he opened the package, Zhong Weishi gave a surprised “wow”, which was expected by Gu Lizhou.

With his hands still casually clasped behind him, he asked in an offhand manner, “Do you like it?”

“Love it!” Zhong Weishi ran his fingers over the smooth watch face, “Super like it!”

The corner of Gu Lizhou’s mouth lifted slightly. Finally, the stifled feeling in his chest eased up a little. “Then try it on.”

Zhong Weishi carefully lifted the watch from the box. “This is actually the first time in my life I’ve ever worn a watch!”

“Is it?” Gu Lizhou raised an eyebrow.

Zhong Weishi rotated his wrist, showing off his new gift from every angle. “What do you think? Do I look like an elite businessman now?”

Gu Lizhou burst out laughing. “You look like a lunatic. You might as well go model for a TV shopping ad.”

Zhong Weishi immediately slipped into an advertisement tone: “Eight-star, eight-arrow diamond inlay—crafted to withstand the test of time! And today, not for 3,999, not for 2,999, not even for 1,999—only 999!”

Gu Lizhou collapsed onto the couch, laughing so hard his shoulders shook.

The two of them huddled together, studying the manual for a while before setting the time properly.

Zhong Weishi admired the watch over and over, unable to put it down. He was beyond pleased.

There were times on set when he couldn’t have his phone on him—now, with this watch, it would be so much more convenient.

“I finally have a watch.” Zhong Weishi raised his arm. “Don’t I look extra classy?”

Anyone who gives a gift hopes they can poke the other person’s fancy, and seeing his joyful little expression, Gu Lizhou felt his heart melt just as much as Zhong Weishi’s.

The failed identity reveal has long been thrown to the sky.

The two of them sat on the couch watching TV for a while until Zhong Weishi suddenly nudged Gu Lizhou’s arm. “Quick, ask me what time it is.”

“Psycho!” Gu Lizhou laughed, but still played along. “What time is it?”

Zhong Weishi lifted his wrist, pinched the watch face between his fingers, and put on an expression of deep solemnity. “22:39.”

After a while.

“Ask what time it is again.”

“…”

Chapter 29 – I Know I Was Wrong, Just Be Gentle…

During rush hour after work, traffic moved slowly. By the time Gu Lizhou arrived at the police station, it was already past five o’clock.

Zhong Weishi was hunched over the desk, writing a self-reflection like a little kid being punished by a teacher.

Old Li sat nearby, holding a teacup and pointing things out. “Now analyze the potential consequences of this incident in more detail.”

“Oh.” Zhong Weishi couldn’t write his homework. He scratched his ears and cheeks, his face full of frustration and grievance, hoping Gu Lizhou would hurry up and take him away.

This was too fvcking painful!

Old Li tirelessly lectured him on legal knowledge.

“In our country, private detective work is illegal. No individual or organization can investigate others without authorization. Illegally obtaining or selling personal information, tracking details, or communication content is a criminal offense!”

“If the content you filmed somehow gets leaked, it won’t just be a simple fine ah…”

The word “crime” made Zhong Weishi shudder. “I-I-I didn’t, I absolutely didn’t!…”

“Really?” Old Li squinted at him. “Didn’t do it, or just didn’t have the chance yet ah?”

“Absolutely not!!!” Zhong Weishi shouted, raising three fingers. “I swear! If I ever sell that stuff, I’ll never become a big star in my life!”

“As long as you didn’t.” Old Li tapped on the self-reflection paper. “I’m just reminding you—always think twice before you act. Never let greed get the best of you.”

Zhong Weishi nodded fervently.

“Did you finish copying the Eight Honors and Eight Shames I told you to write?”

“N-not yet.”

“Then keep copying.”

“I can already recite it. Do I still have to copy it ah?”

“If you can recite it, then why did you still make mistakes?”

“… Okay.”

Zhong Weishi felt like he was going through a streak of water retrogression1It can also mean bad luck. lately—nothing was going his way.

When Gu Lizhou walked in after paying the fine, a young officer on duty stopped him. “Who are you looking for?”

Zhong Weishi immediately turned his head, eyes lighting up as if he’d seen his savior. His lips curled up slightly, looking just like a Samoyed welcoming its owner.

The corner of Gu Li Zhou’s lips hooked, “I’m looking for my son.”

Zhong Weishi’s “You’re finally here!” got stuck in his throat.

“What’s with the glare? You were calling me so enthusiastically on the phone earlier, and now you don’t want to admit it?” Gu Lizhou chuckled as he walked over, ruffling Zhong Weishi’s hair. “Finished copying yet?”

Annoyed, Zhong Weishi swatted his arm away. “Not yet.”

It was just in time for dinner, and the people in the reception room had already left.

Gu Lizhou’s arm was propped up on the table, he lowered his gaze to see a self-reflection paper written in elementary school handwriting.

Before he could reach for it, Zhong Weishi quickly stuffed the paper into his chest.

Gu Lizhou inexplicably laughed, “The words are written like that, it’s too much effort for me to read them. What’s there to hide?”

Zhong Weishi huffed and firmly wedged the paper between his thighs.

The incandescent bulb overhead was a bit dazzling.

The boy tilted his head and lay sprawled on the desk, continuing to copy the Eight Honors and Eight Shames.

From his posture to the way he held the pen, nothing was correct. A small tuft of hair near his cowlick curled up stubbornly, making his silhouette resemble a drowsy student nodding off in class.

Gu Lizhou placed his palm on the back of his head, trying to smooth down the unruly strand. But the moment he pressed it down, it popped right back up.

A certain someone still didn’t know how to appreciate kindness and looked all sulky. “What are you doing ah? Hands all over me. This is a police station—be careful, or I’ll tell the police uncles that you’re harassing me.”

Gu Lizhou smacked the tuft of hair on his head. Zhong Weishi immediately raised a hand to cover the back of his head while his right hand continued scribbling furiously.

“How much more?” Gu Lizhou leaned in to ask.

Zhong Weishi glanced down and counted, his face full of misery. “Thirty more times.”

Gu Lizhou dragged a chair over to sit beside him and pulled a ballpoint pen from the pen holder.

Only then did Zhong Weishi break into a grin and split the stack of A4 paper, handing him a sheet. “Thanks la!”

Gu Lizhou rested his chin on one hand, twirling the pen effortlessly. “Call me Dad, and I’ll help you copy.”

Zhong Weishi gritted his molars. “Are you addicted to being a father!?”

“Ah.” Gu Lizhou raised an eyebrow. “Just like how you called me earlier on the phone—only, make it a little coy…”

Before he could finish, Zhong Weishi shoved him away. “Roll, roll, roll, roll, roll!”

“Ungrateful son.” Gu Lizhou tapped his pen against Zhong Weishi’s forehead. “Using me and then tossing me aside?”

Zhong Weishi let out an ‘ow.’ “Ow ah!”

“Don’t pretend to be so pitiful. I didn’t even use any force.” Gu Lizhou pinched his chin and threw it towards his side, and found that there were indeed several bloody marks on his right cheek, as if he had been scratched by a cat’s claw.

Gu Lizhou lifted his bangs for a quick look.

His handsome face was miserable.

His skin was red and swollen, his forehead had a bruise, and the spot where Gu Lizhou had just tapped seemed to be right over that bruise.

“She scratched you ah?”

“Yeah. What, you think I just fell on my own ah.” Zhong Weishi turned his face away and rubbed his chin.

“With your IQ? Can’t say for sure,” Gu Lizhou said with a laugh.

Zhong Weishi gave him a blank look, “You just love watching me suffer.”

20 minutes later.

The fifteen copies Gu Lizhou had written were deemed invalid by Old Li on the spot because the handwriting was too neat. He tore them up without hesitation.

Zhong Weishi copied fifteen more times with a sullen face. By the time he finally walked out of the station, he was starving, his stomach practically glued to his back. Only two words echoed in his mind: Deep regret.

Meanwhile, his gloating “Dad” was standing outside the Public Security Bureau, playing on his phone, a bag in his other hand.

Zhong Weishi walked over and glanced down curiously. “What’s that ah? Snacks?”

“Yeah, something good.” Gu Lizhou pocketed his phone. “Here, take it.”

Zhong Weishi took the bag and peeked inside—only to find a bunch of anti-inflammatory medicine and healing ointments.

Before he could even say “thanks,” Gu Lizhou continued, “Can you apply the medicine yourself? If you don’t take care of those wounds, they might scar.”

Zhong Weishi froze in horror. “No way! I’m an idol-style powerhouse actor!”

The little beast was good-looking, but the moment he called himself an idol, Gu Lizhou couldn’t help but laugh. “No way, huh? When has your Dad ever lied to you?”

“… Are you done yet!”

“Nope. Remember to disinfect with antiseptic first…” Gu Lizhou paused, then reconsidered. “Forget it, forget it, forget it. I’ll just do it for you. If your hand shakes and it gets in your eye, you’ll have to go for the egg yolk pie look instead.”

His tone wasn’t exactly gentle—if anything, it was asking for a spanking—but Zhong Weishi still felt his heart turn soft.

He had lived for over twenty years and met all kinds of people, but none were quite like Gu Lizhou—attentive, considerate, easygoing, generous… Even without a job, even with his laid-back attitude, it was these little things that made him feel so reliable.

The name ‘Gu Lizhou’ was the first one that came to mind whenever he felt helpless.

“There are chairs over there.” Gu Lizhou pointed toward a small public park nearby.

But right now, Zhong Weishi felt like food was a bigger priority than medicine.

If he didn’t eat something soon, he might just pass out in the middle of the road. He had been busy gathering intel since noon, running from the hotel to the police station without a single meal. Earlier, he had caught a whiff of a junior police officer’s takeout—steamed rice in a wooden bucket—and nearly started drooling on the spot.

But Gu Lizhou was walking fast, so he had no choice but to keep up.

On a park bench, two figures sat side by side.

Gu Lizhou opened a bottle of antiseptic, carefully checking the instructions and expiration date before pulling out a cotton swab.

“Close your eyes.”

As soon as Zhong Weishi shut his eyes, he felt a large hand push up all his bangs, a warm palm pressing lightly against his forehead.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss—” A cool sensation spread across his skin, making him instinctively jerk back.

“What are you hissing for? I just touched it, I haven’t even pressed it down yet.” Gu Lizhou maneuvered the cotton swab to his other hand, grabbed the back of Zhong Weishi’s head, and pulled him forward. “Stay still.”

“Be gentle ah.” Zhong Weishi kept his eyes closed, feeling insecure about the whole thing. He worried Gu Lizhou wouldn’t control his strength. “Don’t press too hard, just lightly…”

“Afraid of pain? You’re not some little girl that you can’t stand little pain? Didn’t you have plenty of guts when you were secretly taking pictures of people? If you make mistakes, you have to accept the consequences—otherwise, you won’t learn your lesson.”

Zhong Weishi pouted, his tone carrying a hint of pleading. “I know I was wrong, just be gentle…”

Gu Lizhou smirked.

He might have called it punishment, but his hands were trembling as he applied the medicine—especially over the scr4p3d skin, afraid of actually hurting the little friend.

Applying medicine on someone else was much scarier than applying it to himself.

Zhong Weishi kept his right eye shut, but his left eye peeked open just a sliver. Gu Lizhou’s expression was so serious, it looked like he was performing some kind of high-stakes surgery.

Seeing his lips come a little closer, Zhong Weishi was so frightened that he hurriedly closed his eyes.

Warm breath brushed past his cheek to the corner of his eye, and the areas where the antiseptic had been applied felt cool.

He heard the rustling of passersby stepping on dry leaves.

Zhong Weishi smelled a faint scent of mint, like some kind of fruit candy he had eaten as a child.

Gr4p3s or peaches?

With his focus completely elsewhere, the sting of his wounds barely registered anymore.

“Don’t open your eyes ah,” Gu Lizhou said.

Zhong Weishi assumed he was about to put on a bandage. He smiled and obediently murmured, “Oh.”

The next second, he heard the click of a camera shutter—followed by Gu Lizhou’s unrestrained laughter. “Idol-style actor, huh? Basically ugly hahahaha—when you get famous one day, I’m definitely leaking this to your fans.”

“…” Zhong Weishi clenched his fists.

Stay calm.

Murder is illegal.

Huangfu Qiang and the others had all been dragged home by their parents by the ear, undoubtedly facing a round of severe beatings. Their birthday gathering had to be postponed until the solar calendar date instead.

“I’ll just treat you to dinner. What do you want to eat?” Zhong Weishi packed all the medicine back into the bag.

Gu Lizhou: ““Anything.”

Of course, the consequence of saying “anything” was that Zhong Weishi dragged Gu Lizhou into a fly restaurant2Small restaurants that don’t have exquisite but have great taste. It can also mean a cheap, narrow eatery. that looked like it would fail a health inspection.

The walls were stained with grease, but business seemed to be booming. The dozen or so square tables inside weren’t nearly enough to accommodate everyone.

Several shirtless men sat around a table, drinking and smoking with a large pot of lobsters that had been peeled off. Their posture was completely relaxed—short of dragging out lounge chairs.

That table was by far the rowdiest, while the staff ran around, drenched in sweat, trying to keep up.

The enthusiastic lady boss called out, “Sit anywhere and order whatever you want ah. Just call when you’re ready.”

“There, there, there!” Zhong Weishi spotted a couple getting up to leave and immediately shoved Gu Lizhou forward by the shoulders to snatch the spot.

The moment the aroma of food hit, Gu Lizhou’s stomach let out a couple of loud growls.

“You’re hungry too ah?” Zhong Weishi grinned and slid the menu over to him.

“No shit. I haven’t eaten since this morning.” Gu Lizhou said.

“No way…” Zhong Weishi gave him a disdainful look. “You didn’t starve yourself just to mooch a meal off me, did you? You’re really something.”

“You think I’m you ah!” Gu Lizhou raised the menu, ready to smack him on the forehead, but stopped himself just in time.

“I had trouble sleeping last night and woke up late today. When you called, I’d only been up for a little while,” Gu Lizhou explained.

“Insomnia? Why would you have insomnia? Is it an age thing? My grandma seems to have it too.” Zhong Weishi bombarded him with questions.

Gu Lizhou’s hit was as powerful as lightning.

“Ow.” Zhong Weishi rubbed his head and slumped onto the table. “Why couldn’t you sleep ah? Is it because you can’t find a satisfying job?”

Gu Lizhou: “Thinking about how to split you into pieces every day is exhausting.”

Zhong Weishi lay sprawled on the table, laughing uncontrollably.

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