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 CHAPTER 1

“Find a shady spot and wait there—I’ll come get you right away!”

Wu Qiqiong hung up the phone, wiped his hands with a cloth, and happily went into the
inner room to change his clothes.

“He’s here?” Wu’s mother followed him in and asked.

Wu Qiqiong pulled off his sweat-stuck tank top with his rough, callused hands while
looking at his mom with his big round eyes, a grin he couldn’t hide spreading across his
face.

“He’s here.”

Today was the first time Wu Qiqiong’s girlfriend would meet his parents.

The sun blazed overhead, and the cicadas screeched loudly in the heat. Not far from the
entrance of Wu Qiqiong’s home stood a large trash bin, and around this time of year, the
stench it gave off could drift into kitchens all around the neighborhood. As Wu Qiqiong
walked past the bin, a sticky ice cream wrapper clung to the bottom of his shoe. He
stomped hard on the ground, scraped his foot with force, and a swarm of flies scattered in
all directions.

Yue Yue was standing at the entrance of the alleyway, her face full of irritation and
impatience.

Seeing Wu Qiqiong approaching, Yue Yue suddenly felt a wave of revulsion she couldn’t
explain. Maybe it was the jiggling belly fat she saw, or the two tufts of hair sticking up
from his head, or perhaps his face—greasy and shiny from the kitchen fumes…

“Come on, dinner’s almost ready.” Wu Qiqiong reached for Yue Yue’s hand.

Yue Yue suddenly flung his hand away, her face hidden in the shade of the trees, and her
peach blossom eyes cold.

“What’s wrong? Nervous?” Wu Qiqiong smiled kindly. “Don’t worry, my mom’s just a
rural woman, she won’t give you a hard time. She was so happy when she heard you
were coming—she’s been looking forward to it for days. Went out early this morning just
to buy groceries.”

“Maybe… we should break up.” Yue Yue said.

Wu Qiqiong thought he’d misheard. He stared straight at Yue Yue, speechless for a long
while.

Yue Yue said again, “This thing between us, it’s just… so dull.”

“What do you mean dull? I think it’s great!”

Yue Yue gave a bitter smile. “That’s just you.”

With that, she turned to leave, but Wu Qiqiong grabbed her arm.

“Yue Yue, we’ve been together for seven years. You can’t just end it like that. At least
give me a reason.”

Yue Yue glanced sideways at him. “Does the seven-year itch count as a reason?”

“If it itches, we can scratch it!”

“Screw you!” Yue Yue suddenly snapped, her pretty little mouth spitting sharp words.
“Listen to me—cut the jokes. I’m not kidding around. Starting today, we’re officially
broken up. From now on, we’re just friends.”

“How can we just break up like this for no reason?” Wu Qiqiong was still trying to
salvage it. “Tell me what’s wrong with me—I can change.”

Yue Yue rolled her eyes. “Everything’s wrong. Try reincarnation.”

Wu Qiqiong stubbornly said, “I don’t believe it.”

“You don’t believe it? What reason do you have not to?” Yue Yue’s beautiful face
flushed with anger. “I kept quiet to save your pride, but since you keep pushing me for
answers, fine, let’s lay it all out.”

Wu Qiqiong looked like he was all ears, ready to repent sincerely.

Yue Yue took a deep breath and pointed at Wu Qiqiong’s double chin. “Tell me—since
we got together, how much weight have you gained? Remember how slim you were back
in freshman year? So trim and fit! Now look at you—every step you take leaves a dent in
the ground. Walking next to you in the street feels like I’m walking a Tibetan mastiff.”

Wu Qiqiong cried injustice, “Didn’t you used to say skinny guys don’t feel safe?”

“Yes, I did.” Yue Yue flung her purse. “But now you’ve got so much damn ‘safety’ it
makes me want to cry. You know what? Lately I’ve been dreaming that you’re cheating
on me. And every time—I wake up laughing.”
 CHAPTER 2
Yue Yue’s sharp tongue was nothing new—Wu Qiqiong was long used to it. He didn’t
take it to heart and bent down to pick up her purse, handing it back to her with an
apologetic smile.

“If you don’t like how I look, I can lose weight for you.”

“Don’t bother—it’s not just about a few dozen pounds. Fat can be lost, but stinginess is
incurable! Shopping with you, you only buy things on sale. At the supermarket, it’s
always discounted items. Even when booking a hotel, you pick ones without internet or
air conditioning. All my girlfriends are driving their own cars, and I’m still packed into
buses and subways!”

Wu Qiqiong tried to soothe her with his usual good temper. “Beijing traffic is so bad, and
gas prices are so high—driving just isn’t practical.”

Yue Yue flared up. “Right, and you earn barely two thousand yuan a month. Life in
Beijing is so expensive—having a girlfriend like me must be a real burden! So to help
you save money, let’s just break up.”

“Don’t be like that…” Wu Qiqiong begged in a low voice. “Spending money on you
doesn’t hurt me.”

“Sure, because it’s only two thousand yuan total—what’s there to hurt over? Even if you
spent every last penny, it would barely cover a bowl of mung bean soup and two pieces
of fried dough. You’re a top university graduate, working nine-to-five, and you still earn
less than someone with a vocational degree. One of my childhood friends didn’t even
finish high school, and she drives a BMW now. You can’t afford a BMW, fine—but at
least a Passat?”

Wu Qiqiong took out a tissue and thoughtfully wiped the sweat from Yue Yue’s
forehead. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. In a few years, I’ll buy one.”

“In a few years? You expect to buy a car on that dead-end salary of yours? And just look
at this dump you call home. And you still have the nerve to invite me to dinner here? Wu
Qiqiong—Wu No-Prospects—you’re so poor it’s pathetic! Just your name alone tells me
you’ll never make it big. Enough, go back inside and tell your mom we broke up.”

Yue Yue turned to leave, and Wu Qiqiong reached out to pull her back again. The two of
them tugged and pulled at each other, making so much noise the neighbor’s dog started
barking.

“Is there really no way to fix this?” Wu Qiqiong’s eyes were red.
Truth be told, Yue Yue’s words were mean, but her heart wasn’t that cruel. If she were
truly cold, she wouldn’t have waited until now to end things. Seeing Wu Qiqiong like this
made her feel a little guilty too—but the feelings were gone. Sooner or later, the knife
had to fall. Dragging it out any longer would only make things worse.

“Wu Qiqiong, let me be honest. It’s not that I hate your poverty—I hate that you have no
ambition. Ever since we got together, you’ve never once done anything bold. Not even
argued with me or shouted a little—nothing to shake things up! You call it dependable
and steady? I call it pathetic. You’re a lump!”

Under the electric pole behind Yue Yue, there was a broken brick. Wu Qiqiong stared at
it in a daze, suddenly recalling a short story from Morning Three, Evening Four—in it,
the male protagonist tried to win back his love by repeatedly smashing his own head with
a brick, and ultimately moved her with his devotion.

“I’d die for you,” Wu Qiqiong suddenly blurted out.

Yue Yue didn’t even blink. She laughed like he was joking around.

“Don’t die for me—just cut your arm a little, and I’ll call you daddy.”

Wu Qiqiong slowly walked toward the pole, trembling. He bent down and picked up the
corner-chipped brick. Both his hands shook like bamboo in the wind. He finally managed
to grip it firmly, turned to look at Yue Yue, and his lips quivered as he said:

“I… I’m really gonna do it. Don’t regret this.”

Yue Yue cast him a sideways glance and didn’t take him seriously. She turned and
walked away.

Bang!

Yue Yue’s feet screeched to a stop. She turned around—and her face went pale with
shock.

Wu Qiqiong was lying on the ground, body twitching, blood covering his forehead.

“Da Qiong! Da Qiong! Don’t scare me like this! Somebody help! Someone just tried to
kill himself!”

…
 CHAPTER 3
Wu Qiqiong woke up to find himself lying in a small clinic. A doctor stood beside him,
sterilizing tweezers and scissors. Hearing movement on the bed, Jiang Xiaoshuai turned
his head and smiled gently, showing two rows of white teeth.

“You’re awake?”

Wu Qiqiong noticed the doctor was actually quite handsome.

“Who brought me here?”

While putting things away, Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “Your girlfriend found two guys to
carry you over. She specifically told me to use the cheapest medicine on you—only ones
that are covered by insurance.”

Wu Qiqiong smiled with satisfaction. “She really knows me.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s handsome face froze for a second, a barely noticeable smirk at the
corner of his mouth. He walked over and handed Wu Qiqiong a glass of water. “Take
your meds first.”

After taking the medicine, Wu Qiqiong hurriedly asked, “Where’s my girlfriend?”

“She left a long time ago. As soon as I finished treating your wound, she left. It’s been
three or four hours now. Hey, what happened to your head?”

“Hit it with a brick.” Wu Qiqiong sounded quite proud.

“You got into a fight?”

“No, my girlfriend wanted to break up, so I wanted to show her how serious I was.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai had never heard of someone showing their seriousness by smashing a
brick into their own head.

“Was it worth it?” he asked sarcastically.

Wu Qiqiong didn’t answer. He picked up his phone and called Yue Yue.

“Are you still breaking up with me?”

There was a long silence on the other end. “Focus on recovering first. We’ll talk after
you’re healed.”
After hanging up, Wu Qiqiong broke into a satisfied grin and waved his phone at Jiang
Xiaoshuai.

“She said for now, we’re not breaking up. Worth it, right? Totally worth it!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai masked the contempt in his eyes, keeping a friendly smile on his face.

“Doc, how long will it take for this to heal?”

“At least two months.”

“Two months?” Wu Qiqiong grimaced. “How much is that gonna cost…”

Night fell. Only Wu Qiqiong and Jiang Xiaoshuai were left in the clinic. One of Wu’s
hands was hooked to an IV drip, while the other held his phone as he played Zuma. Jiang
Xiaoshuai stood beside him, watching him randomly shoot the wrong-colored balls again
and again, dying every round—but stubbornly restarting over and over.

“Hey…” Jiang Xiaoshuai cleared his throat, “your head’s like that, and you’re still
playing games?”

“I’m bored. This is the only game I have on my phone, but I can never beat the level.”

A trace of mockery appeared on Jiang Xiaoshuai’s handsome face. “With how blindly
you’re playing, of course you can’t win.”

“I’m not playing blindly! I’ve been following the rules the whole time.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai watched for a bit longer, then something dawned on him. He couldn’t
help but ask, “Wait… Are you colorblind?”

“No, I can tell colors apart.”

Still suspicious, Jiang Xiaoshuai had him pause the game, then pointed at a red ball.
“What color is this?”

“Yellow,” Wu Qiqiong said earnestly.

Jiang pointed at a green ball. “This one?”

“Also yellow.”

“And this?” He pointed to a purple ball.

Wu Qiqiong confidently replied, “Blue.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t help himself and patted Wu Qiqiong on the shoulder, laughing.

“Dude, you’re totally colorblind. Stop torturing yourself—you could play this game until
you die and you’d never pass a level.”

Wu Qiqiong, still holding his phone, replied without concern, “It’s fine. I’ll just treat it
like eye training.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai found Wu Qiqiong quite amusing and couldn’t resist chatting more.

“Hey, why’d she break up with you?”

Wu Qiqiong curled his lip. “Said I was too fat.”

Then he tossed his wallet to Jiang Xiaoshuai. Inside was a photo of him and Yue Yue
back in their freshman year—he was nearly fifty pounds lighter then.

After seeing the photo, Jiang Xiaoshuai genuinely felt a little sorry for him.

“Honestly, your situation’s not great. She’s clearly better looking than you. From an
objective point of view, the two of them really do look more like a match. Bro, just try to
move on.”

“Hey! Hey! What the hell kind of talk is that?” Wu Qiqiong was clearly displeased.

Jiang Xiaoshuai remained calm. “Just calling it like I see it.”

“What do you know to be calling anything? That’s me—the real deal!” Wu Qiqiong
pointed at himself, then at the photo.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was stunned. He grabbed the photo and looked closely, then compared it
again to Wu Qiqiong’s current face. And sure enough—it really was him. Fat people
really are hidden gems. Suddenly, Jiang Xiaoshuai completely understood why his
girlfriend wanted to break up. Who could handle such a drastic change?

“Dude, you’ve gotta lose weight. Look at you in this photo—thick eyebrows, bright eyes,
and sharp. Now? You still have the big eyes, but they just make you look dumb!”

Wu Qiqiong rolled his eyes. “Really?”

“Why would I lie to you?” Jiang Xiaoshuai said as he pulled out Wu’s IV needle.
“You’ve got to watch your diet while recovering anyway—might as well use this time to
slim down!”

Two months flew by. Wu Qiqiong’s injury had fully healed. The skin was smooth, not
even a scar. And just as Jiang Xiaoshuai had instructed, he’d been eating vegetarian
meals and lost over twenty pounds. He even looked way better than when he’d first come
in. Wu himself felt lighter on his feet, and today, he specially bought two packs of
cigarettes to come and thank the clinic.

“Coming here to get treated for two months—I almost don’t want to leave.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed heartily. “If you really miss me that much, just go smash your
head again and we can see each other every day.”

“Hahahaha…”

Wu Qiqiong laughed and waved goodbye to Jiang Xiaoshuai, striding off into the
distance.

CHAPTER 4
During the two months of recovery, Wu Qiqiong called Yue Yue several times, trying to
ask her out, but she never agreed. Yue Yue had said, “When you’re fully healed, we’ll
meet. In the meantime, take this opportunity to really reflect.”
Just to see her as soon as possible, Wu Qiqiong cooperated fully with the treatment—he
strictly avoided anything he wasn’t supposed to eat, and eventually even stopped using
his phone, afraid the radiation might slow down the healing. Finally, he made it through
those days.

Once Yue Yue heard that Wu Qiqiong had recovered, she agreed to meet.

This time, it wasn’t at the entrance of an alley, but beside a lake in a park—there wasn’t a
single brick to be found.

Wu Qiqiong arrived early and stood by the lake, enjoying the breeze. Compared to his
scruffy look last time, he looked clean and presentable today. He even wore the T-shirt
Yue Yue had bought him as a birthday gift back in their sophomore year—it had stopped
fitting when he gained weight, but yesterday he tried it on again and, to his surprise, it fit.

Yue Yue’s pale and delicate face glowed in the sunlight, radiant and eye-catching. Her
figure was flawless too—classic curves and long legs. As she walked toward him, every
cell in Wu Qiqiong’s body screamed with excitement. After so many days apart, his heart
itched with longing like it was being clawed at by a cat.

When Yue Yue saw him, aside from a flash of surprise, her expression remained neutral.

“How’d you lose so much weight?”

“Thinking about you,” Wu Qiqiong reached out to brush the hair from her forehead.
“You said I was fat, so I worked hard to lose weight. I haven’t reached my goal yet, but
I’ll keep going.”

Yue Yue dodged his touch without a word.

Wu Qiqiong moved in closer. “You said we should take time to think things through. So,
have you made up your mind?”

“I have. Let’s still break up.”

Even though it was the second time he’d heard those words, Wu Qiqiong still felt a sharp
pain in his chest.

“Why? You said I was fat, and I immediately started losing weight. What more do you
want from me?”

Yue Yue was as blunt as ever. “Wu Qiqiong, like I told you, it’s not about those extra
pounds. You have no idea what kind of life I want. I don’t want to spend my youth being
a housewife, cooking and raising kids. I don’t want to live through endless grocery runs
and years of bargain-bin shopping. Do you understand?”

Wu Qiqiong’s eyes were stubborn. “So you do think I’m stingy.”

“It’s not about stingy or not.” Yue Yue grew exasperated. “Why don’t you get it? With
your current situation and future prospects, even if you weren’t stingy, it wouldn’t change
much.”

“What do you mean I have no prospects? I work at a state-owned enterprise. Tons of

people would kill to get in. Sure, I don’t earn much now, but give it a few years—once I
become an engineer, I’ll make fifty or sixty thousand a year.”

“Wow… fifty or sixty thousand? That’ll buy you, what, a square meter of property?”

Whatever warmth Wu Qiqiong had felt earlier was completely blown away by the chilly
autumn breeze.

“Yue Yue, you weren’t like this before. I remember when we were in school, you used to
say you didn’t want anything, that just being with me forever was enough.”

“I was just being polite, can’t you tell?” Yue Yue said, starting to taste the bitterness
herself. “I thought you’d hear the opposite—that you’d be moved, inspired, determined to
make something of yourself! But no, you took it literally. You really believed I didn’t
want anything. Day in, day out, you just look content, always going on about your job at
the state-owned company. I honestly don’t know where you get this sense of superiority
from.”
Wu Qiqiong had nothing left to say.

“Alright. I’ve said everything I needed to say. Starting today, we…”

“I can still die for you,” Wu Qiqiong interrupted her coldly.

Yue Yue’s eyes darkened, her mind already full of black lines. “Don’t you get tired of
using the same trick twice? Besides, this is a grassy lawn—where are you going to find a
brick?”

Unexpectedly, Wu Qiqiong suddenly revealed a strange smile.

“A brick? That’s all?”

As he spoke, he turned around and walked toward a large tree behind him. Right in front
of Yue Yue, he began digging at the base of the tree—and pulled out a brick he had
buried in advance.

Same forehead. Same force. The only difference was, this time, he managed not to pass
out.

“Wu Qiqiong, you’re not even human!!!”

Yue Yue cursed him furiously, then gritted her teeth and ran over. She supported him and
helped him out of the park.

CHAPTER 5
Just as Jiang Xiaoshuai had finished seeing off the previous patient at the door, he caught
sight of two familiar figures not far away. The muscles on his face twitched. Damn,
they’ve been gone less than three hours, and they’re already back?

This time, Yue Yue wasn’t in such a good mood. She shoved Wu Qiqiong straight into
Jiang Xiaoshuai’s arms and turned around to leave without a word.

Jiang Xiaoshuai helped Wu Qiqiong inside. Wu Qiqiong winced and groaned, looking
like a complete mess.

“I was just messing with you, man,” Jiang said. “Why’d you actually go and do it? You
don’t have to take everything so seriously!”

Wu Qiqiong gritted his teeth through the pain. “She wants to break up with me again.”
After cleaning the wound, Jiang Xiaoshuai began applying anesthesia and stitching. To
ease Wu Qiqiong’s nerves, the two of them chatted casually.

“So what was it about this time?”

Wu Qiqiong looked dejected. “She said I’m stingy.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai burst out laughing.

“You think I’m stingy?” Wu Qiqiong said, genuinely aggrieved. “I’ve only been working
for two years. The salary’s low and I don’t make much, but I never skimped on anything
she wanted. She said she wanted an iPhone—I scrimped and saved for three months,
squeezed out five thousand from between my teeth, and bought her one. She had her eye
on a makeup set—over a thousand yuan—I gave up buying a phone for myself and
bought her the makeup instead. I’ve had this phone for five years now, dropped it in the
toilet four times, and I still haven’t replaced it.”

“Hearing all that,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said lightly, “I think your girlfriend’s right to break
up with you.”

Wu Qiqiong’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Why?!”

“So you’ll stop mistreating yourself, that’s why,” Jiang said with a shrug.

But inside, Wu Qiqiong was boiling with emotions. When he got too worked up, his head
moved a little and pulled on the wound, making him wince in pain.

“Alright, just stay still, will you?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai adjusted Wu Qiqiong’s head. Now that he looked closely, Wu Qiqiong
actually wasn’t bad-looking. When he first came in, he’d been chubby and his facial
features were distorted. But now that he’d slimmed down a bit, his features were more
defined—he could even pass as above average. Sure, pairing him with a goddess like that
was a bit of a stretch, but still, he didn’t need to degrade himself like this.

“Doc, how long will it take for me to heal this time?”

“This one’s not so bad. If it heals well, a month.”

For the next month, Wu Qiqiong came to Jiang Xiaoshuai’s clinic every day to get his
bandages changed. As time went on, they got to know each other better, and Wu Qiqiong
told him everything.

“There are three kids in my family. I’ve got two older sisters. My oldest is over forty—
her kid’s already in high school. My second sister married down south and just had a
chubby baby boy this year. My dad had a stroke over ten years ago and passed away the
year before last. I’m the youngest, and ever since I was a kid, my parents loved me the
most. They always thought of me first when they had something good. My second sister
was always mad about that.

“When I was little, I was such a good kid. Always top of my class. The neighbors all
praised me. They’d say, ‘Look at the little one from the Wu family—there’s no kid better
from one end of the block to the other.’ I never did anything bad growing up. I was well-
behaved at school, helped my mom at home. I remember once when I was little, the bus
didn’t take cards yet, and I got pushed off before I had a chance to pay. I chased that bus
all the way from the last stop back to the first, just to pay the fare, then walked home on
my own.

“In college, I never skipped class. Got scholarships every year. One time, my girlfriend
asked me to skip class to go shopping with her, and I said no. The first time we went to a
hotel, I spent the whole night watching TV under the covers. She came over to cuddle,
and I didn’t even make a move. Later, when I started working, my coworkers were
always taking stuff from the company—I never did anything like that. What’s mine, I
take every cent. What’s not mine, I don’t touch.”

After listening to Wu Qiqiong ramble on and on, Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t help but sigh.

“You’ve really had it rough all these years.”

CHAPTER 6
Wu Qiqiong lay on his stomach getting an IV drip. He turned his head to look at Jiang
Xiaoshuai. “I’ve always walked the straight path, never done anything I’d be ashamed of,
and treated her with all my heart. Tell me, why does she always want to break up with
me?”

“It’s because you’re too honest, too simple and straightforward—that’s why she finds
you boring. Everyone has a desire for conquest. Once she’s completely drained all the
satisfaction she could get from you, she’s bound to lose interest. Would you keep playing
the same game over and over again? Watch the same show back and forth?”

“Yes, I’ve already watched Drawing Sword more than twenty times.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was speechless. “How many people are as stubborn as you?”

Wu Qiqiong scratched at the chipped paint on his phone case, feeling uneasy. He turned
to Jiang Xiaoshuai and asked, “Hey, do you think if I get better, meet up with her, and
give her an expensive gift to prove I’m not stingy, she’ll still want to break up with me?”
Jiang Xiaoshuai answered tactfully, “A root of not loving you can grow endless branches
of reasons. Even if you break off one branch, another one will sprout. It takes you dozens
of days to break off a branch, and it only takes her a few seconds to grow a new one.
You’ll never be able to keep up with the speed at which she makes up excuses.”

“I don’t believe it,” Wu Qiqiong remained stubborn.

Jiang Xiaoshuai smacked Wu Qiqiong on the head.

“Why are you so dead set on things?”

“I studied science,” Wu Qiqiong said seriously. “Everything has to be based on evidence.

Without solid known conditions, you can’t just go around guessing outcomes. You’ve
read too many novels—your head’s full of wild imagination. People aren’t that
complicated. Sometimes couples break up just because of one badly said sentence. That
kind of thing happens all the time!”

“Fine!” Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t argue with him anymore. “You do whatever you want!”

In the blink of an eye, a month passed. The weather had turned cool, and Wu Qiqiong’s
wound had fully healed. Over the past month, he’d lost another ten pounds or so. He
looked more energetic, and his appearance was gradually improving. Talking with Jiang
Xiaoshuai every day made the days easier to bear, and his temper had mellowed out a bit,
too.

“You’re really leaving this time?” Jiang Xiaoshuai glanced at him sideways. “Not
coming back again, right?”

“Shouldn’t be,” Wu Qiqiong replied. “I actually feel pretty confident this time.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai let out a long sigh. “Alright then. Off you go. Come hang out here
whenever you’ve got time.”

Wu Qiqiong walked out of the clinic with steady steps. Compared to the last time, he
wasn’t in such a rush to see Yue Yue now. He didn’t immediately call her out to meet
up—instead, he took a detour and went home first.

Wu’s mom was sitting on the heated brick bed sewing cotton pants for her grandson.
Honestly, kids these days didn’t wear these kinds of pants anymore—they were bulky
and hard to wash. But she insisted on making them, convinced the store-bought ones
weren’t warm enough. She had the cotton ready and had torn up a few yards of fabric,
busy at work. Her eyesight wasn’t good anymore, and threading the needle was a
struggle. Her hands were sore, but she still couldn’t get it through.

“Let me do it for you.”

Wu Qiqiong took the needle with his rough fingers. His eyes focused sharply, only the
needle’s eye and the thread visible in his gaze—clear and bright.

“Qiqiong, you’ve lost so much weight,” his mom said, clearly worried.

Wu Qiqiong smiled. “I’m on a diet.”

“You don’t look good all thin. Better to be a little chubby—you look stronger that way.”

“Well, what you like doesn’t matter. My future wife doesn’t like it.”

His mom asked again, “When’s Yue Yue coming over?”

Wu Qiqiong handed her the threaded needle and mumbled vaguely, “Soon. She’s been
busy at work lately—just can’t find the time.”

His mom nodded and went back to her sewing.

Wu Qiqiong watched as she put the fabric scraps into an old shoebox next to her. He
didn’t know what she kept them for. That shoebox had been around for over a decade—
the brand had gone out of business, but the box was still perfectly square, not a dent in it.
Wu Qiqiong felt a pang in his chest. The words he wanted to say stayed stuck inside.

“You have something you want to tell Mom, don’t you?” she said, catching on before he
even opened his mouth.

Wu Qiqiong hesitated but couldn’t bring himself to speak.

His mom understood anyway. With effort, she crawled to the other end of the bed, moved
aside two neatly folded quilts, opened the one underneath, and tore open the inner lining.
Inside was a stitched-up pocket. She ripped it open and pulled out a cloth pouch, which
was also sewn shut. After peeling through all the layers, there was only ten thousand
yuan inside.

“Mom, I’ll pay you back,” Wu Qiqiong said.

His mother waved it off. “What’s this talk of paying back between a mother and her
son?”

CHAPTER 7
For this meeting, to avoid any unforeseen incidents, Yue Yue chose a café. She arrived
ten minutes earlier than Wu Qiqiong and inspected every seat, checking carefully to make
sure there wasn’t a single loose brick lying around.

At 8:00 p.m., Wu Qiqiong arrived. Seeing his approaching figure, Yue Yue momentarily
spaced out. Now that he had slimmed down, Wu Qiqiong didn’t look as irritating, but the
lingering air of shabbiness around him still left her cold.

Seeing Yue Yue again after so many days, Wu Qiqiong’s heart stirred briefly, but he
quickly steadied himself.

“No scar on your forehead?” Yue Yue asked with rare concern.

Wu Qiqiong touched his shiny forehead and smiled. “The heavens couldn’t bear to let
such a handsome face of mine be ruined.”

Same narcissism, same teasing — but when it came from a rich, good-looking guy, it was
roguish and charming enough to make a goddess’s heart flutter. From Wu Qiqiong’s
mouth, though, it just sounded like he needed a good slap.

“This is a gift for you — a platinum necklace,” Wu Qiqiong said.

Someone with a sense of flair would’ve said “Open it and take a look,” leaving some
excitement and anticipation for their lover. But Wu Qiqiong didn’t play like that. He
bought a platinum necklace, so he had to say it straight.

The moment he pushed the jewelry box toward Yue Yue, he suddenly noticed that she
was already wearing a necklace — a diamond one — which he had never seen before.

“Who gave you that necklace?” Wu Qiqiong asked.

Yue Yue gently touched it with her slender fingers. The gesture was careful; it was clear
she cherished the necklace.

“A friend.”

Wu Qiqiong’s hand, which had been pushing the jewelry box, froze. He tentatively
asked, “So… will you still accept the one I gave you?”

Yue Yue smiled calmly. “Since you already bought it, if I don’t take it, that’d just
embarrass you.”

Wu Qiqiong finally felt relieved, a glimmer of joy showing at the corners of his eyes. He
began to rise from his seat to help her put it on.

“You’d have to take this one off first. Don’t bother. I’ll wear it later at home.”
Wu Qiqiong’s half-lifted butt settled back down into the seat.

“Sir, would you like something to drink?”

Wu Qiqiong saw that even the cheapest coffee cost over forty yuan a cup and
immediately replied, “No thanks, I’ll have nothing.”

Out of his sight, Yue Yue rolled her eyes at him.

“You accepted my gift. So… does that mean we can be like before, not break up?”

Yue Yue’s pupils instantly reddened, like she had just heard something utterly
unacceptable.

“Wu Qiqiong, what kind of person do you think I am? If I really got back with you over a
platinum necklace, I’d be the shallowest person alive. If giving me this necklace was just
to get back together, then sorry, I don’t want it anymore.”

She pulled the jewelry box out of her bag and reluctantly pushed it back toward Wu
Qiqiong.

Yue Yue had made a huge effort to push it back, like she was gambling everything on
one desperate bet — that if Wu Qiqiong had even a sliver of insight, he definitely
wouldn’t take the box back.

But she lost.

“All right then.”

Wu Qiqiong drew the jewelry box back with great disappointment. As their hands
brushed, Yue Yue even tugged slightly, but Wu Qiqiong didn’t notice.

“So you still want to break up with me?” he asked.

Break up? Of course break up! Yue Yue was so furious her intestines were in knots.

“We absolutely have to!” Yue Yue said.

It was the third time he’d heard those words, and though Wu Qiqiong still felt a sting, it
was much better than the first two. Out of habit, he asked her why again.

“Let’s not beat around the bush. Besides being fat, lazy, and stingy, what other problems
do I have?”

Still upset over the platinum necklace, Yue Yue wasn’t in the mood to be gentle.
“I just can’t stand a man who lives on a fixed salary. If you’re really so capable, quit your
job. Let me see if a graduate from a top university like you can even survive without that
government rice bowl!”

Wu Qiqiong stood his ground this time. “I won’t quit. But… I could die for you.”

Yue Yue almost howled to the heavens — What the hell?! Out of the entire country, how
did I end up with this freak?

“Let me tell you, Wu Qiqiong, there isn’t a single loose brick for miles around. Your
tragic self-harm act has no chance this time.”

“Who says? There’s one right here,” Wu Qiqiong replied.

Yue Yue’s eyes scanned the place sharply. “Impossible. I checked everywhere.”

Wu Qiqiong calmly picked up his bag, but Yue Yue was faster and snatched it from him.
Sure enough, inside was a brick. Thankfully, she reacted in time, or things would’ve
ended badly again.

What the hell?! He actually brought a brick?! Wu Qiqiong, you’re something else!!

And yet, the real show was still ahead.

Wu Qiqiong pulled down his zipper and took a brick out from a thick inner pocket of his
jacket, then slammed it against his own head.

The nearby customers screamed in fright and scattered, all staring at Wu Qiqiong with
horrified expressions.

Yue Yue’s pupils practically turned purple. She glared at Wu Qiqiong through gritted
teeth.

“You’ve really amazed me!!”

Holding the bleeding wound, Wu Qiqiong stood up, his eyes calm, a determined smile on
his lips.

“To gain your admiration — this brick was worth it!”

This time, Wu Qiqiong didn’t need anyone to support him. He went to the clinic on his
own.

By 9:00 p.m., many storefronts were already closed. Normally, Jiang Xiaoshuai would’ve
locked up as soon as it got dark, but tonight the doors were wide open, and he stood in
the doorway, scanning the passersby with his handsome eyes.
Finally, the target appeared.

“Hey, still open this late?” Wu Qiqiong asked, a little surprised.

Jiang Xiaoshuai gave a cold laugh. “I knew you’d be back. Left the doors open just for
you.”

Wu Qiqiong looked a little embarrassed.

Jiang Xiaoshuai jerked his chin. “What are you standing there for? Get inside already!”

And just like that, the two of them walked into the clinic, one after the other.

CHAPTER 8
One evening a week later, Wu Qiqiong came to the clinic as usual to have his dressing
changed.

Jiang Xiaoshuai slowly unwrapped the gauze for him. His thick, curly lashes fluttered as
he let out a sarcastic snort through his nose.
“Your thick skull’s getting tougher by the day, huh? It’s only been a few days and it’s
already scabbed over.”

Wu Qiqiong chuckled sheepishly. “How many more days till it’s all good?”

“About a week and you’ll be fine.”

Wu Qiqiong started muttering again.

“What nonsense are you cooking up now?” Jiang Xiaoshuai gave him a hard jab with his
knee. “Don’t tell me you’re already planning how to bash your head in for the next visit?
I’m warning you! If you pull that crap again, go see someone else. Stop coming here.
You keep messing around like this, I’m starting to wonder if you’re actually in love with
her or with me.”

Wu Qiqiong scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and let out a small laugh.

He hadn’t been sitting long after getting his dressing changed when thunder rumbled
outside. Wu had been planning to stay and chat for a while, but with the sky like that, he
couldn’t linger. He quickly threw on his jacket, and just as he reached the door, Jiang
Xiaoshuai grabbed him and shoved an umbrella into his hand.

“Thanks! I’ll bring it back tomorrow!”

With that, Wu Qiqiong dashed into the street just as lightning flashed.

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t go home either. He planned to spend the night at the clinic. After
locking the doors and windows, he retreated to the bedroom inside. Rain began to pour,
rattling loudly against the windows. Jiang Xiaoshuai wasn’t sleepy at all. He sat cross-
legged in front of his computer, tapping away on the keyboard while wind, rain, and
thunder roared outside.

After three or four hours, his eyes bloodshot, Jiang finally started to feel tired. He
slumped down onto a pillow and dozed off.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Three heavy knocks.

Jiang Xiaoshuai grunted and rolled over, still half-asleep.

“Bangbangbangbangbang...”
A relentless barrage of knocks.

What the hell! Jiang was pissed. Who the hell is banging on my door in the middle of the
night? He shoved his feet into slippers and stormed over to the door, shouting through it:

“Who is it?!”

“Xiaoshuai, it’s me!” Wu Qiqiong’s voice came through, sounding a little anxious.

Jiang paused for a moment. Shit—this idiot didn’t just come back from trying to off
himself again, did he?

He opened the door. Wu Qiqiong was standing there in one piece, the bandage still on his
head, only his shoes were soaked.

“I thought maybe you went out in the rain to smash your head again.”

“You’re funny. It’s past 1 AM—what would I go see her for now?”

“It’s already 1?!” Jiang Xiaoshuai rubbed his face in confusion. Then he suddenly
snapped, yelling, “It’s one in the goddamn morning and you’re running over here for
what?!”

“I borrowed money from my mom to buy a necklace, but Yue Yue didn’t want it. I was
gonna return it tomorrow and give the money back to my mom. But today when I went to
look for it, it was gone. I thought maybe I left it here. I saw your light was still on, so I
figured you weren’t asleep yet... that’s why I knocked.”
Jiang Xiaoshuai ran a hand through his messy hair in frustration and motioned for him to
come in.

Wu Qiqiong spent half an hour rummaging through the clinic, checking every nook and
cranny. He even used a flashlight to look into the drains, but there was no sign of the
necklace.

“When’s the last time you saw it?” Jiang asked.

Wu tried hard to remember. “I think it was when I gave it to her. I didn’t pay attention
after that.”

Jiang grew suspicious and told Wu to recount the entire incident of giving the necklace.
After hearing it, Jiang gave a cold laugh and stared at Wu Qiqiong with a kind of
mournful expression.

“Stop looking. You’re not getting that necklace back.”

“Why not?” Wu still didn’t get it.

Knowing how slow he could be, Jiang decided to spell it out.

“She swiped it. Get it?”

Wu shook his head, looking confident. “No way. She said she didn’t want it, and I put it
back in my bag. She wouldn’t take it from my bag.”

“We’ll see.”

Wu didn’t seem too upset. “Well, if she took it, maybe that means she felt bad seeing me
try to kill myself, so she secretly accepted it.”

Jiang jabbed a finger hard into Wu’s forehead, gritting his teeth.

“If I were the goddamn thunder god, I’d have struck you dead already!”

CHAPTER 9
The rain outside was getting heavier, and Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t have the heart to kick
Wu Qiqiong out anymore. He simply let him sleep over—he could go straight to work in
the morning, saving the trouble of going back and forth.
The two of them squeezed into a single bed, tight as sardines. Lying on their backs, they
could only rest their arms on their stomachs. Jiang Xiaoshuai turned his head slightly to
glance at Wu Qiqiong—this guy looked completely different from when they first met.
His face, faintly visible in the darkness, had clearer contours now, and the ceiling
reflected in his moist eyes was so clean and clear.

“What day is it today?”

The blunt tone instantly shattered Jiang Xiaoshuai’s beautiful thoughts.

“The thirtieth.”

Wu Qiqiong suddenly sat up, pulled his phone out of his coat pocket, and dialed Yue
Yue’s number. A moment later, her sleepy voice came through.

“Hello? What do you want?”

Wu Qiqiong said, “It’s the 30th today. We still have 877 minutes left in our family plan.
Just leave your phone on and go to sleep if you want, but we can’t let China Mobile profit
off us for nothing.”

On the other end came a mix of fury, annoyance, disbelief, and hysteria.

“Idiot!”

She woke up her girlfriend sleeping beside her. “What’s wrong?”

Yue Yue’s lazy voice was laced with impatience. “My ex-boyfriend. He’s the worst. I’ve
broken up with him three times, and each time he threatens suicide to make me stay.”

Her friend asked, “Was that platinum necklace from him?”

“Damn! I was fine until you brought that up—now I’m even more pissed! He gave me a
necklace, already handed it over, but then I said a few harsh words and he asked for it
back. Can you believe there are people like that?”

“No way… is he even a man?”

“I didn’t bother being polite. While he was digging out that brick, I just snatched the
necklace.”

“Exactly, take it or it’s wasted—only way to teach him a lesson!”

“Tomorrow I’m selling it. I’m sick of the sight of it.”

“…”
Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t take any more. He hung up the phone for Wu Qiqiong.

Wu murmured to himself, “Actually, she canceled the family plan ages ago. I just wanted
to hear her breathing.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said coldly, “You’ve heard enough now, haven’t you?”

“Yeah.” Wu Qiqiong looked blank. “Can I agree to break up with her now?”

“You damn well should’ve ages ago!!!” Jiang Xiaoshuai jumped up in fury, slamming his
fist hard against the bed frame. “What did I say back then? That girl never took you
seriously! You even wasted bricks on her!!”

“It was just the one brick, back and forth.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s chest heaved violently, sweat beading on his forehead. He couldn’t
help cursing himself—She’s not even your girlfriend, why are you this worked up?

“Xiaoshuai, now that I think about it, you really made a lot of sense. I should’ve studied
liberal arts back then. If I had, I would’ve jumped into Weiming Lake, and by now I’d be
past my fifth reincarnation.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai gave a cold laugh. “Right, and I’ll come to your grave and burn you a
brain.”

“Why?”

“You seriously don’t know you’re missing one?”

Wu Qiqiong fell silent. His whole body felt cold, like the rain outside had soaked right
through to his bones.

Then his phone rang again. Wu pounced on it like a drowning man grabbing a rope, eyes
glued to the screen. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Yue Yue calling to explain—it was his
department supervisor.

“I just tried calling you—why the hell was your line busy all this time?” The voice was
thick with drunkenness.

Wu Qiqiong said, “Phone’s broken, bad signal.”

“Get over here quick, the machine’s down. We need it first thing in the morning.”

After hanging up, Wu Qiqiong mechanically got up to put on his shoes.

Jiang Xiaoshuai also sat up and looked at him. “You’re really going out this late? It’s still
pouring outside. What kind of boss calls someone in the middle of the night for a
machine? And your head’s still hurt—how can they just order you around?”

Wu had long gotten used to it. He was practically the all-purpose repair guy in the
department—fixing lights, computers, machines… whatever broke, they called him.
There were four people in the office, and he was the only one doing actual work. The
other three just sat around, yet every one of them earned more than he did. Still, he felt
kind of proud of himself.

“Hey, you’re really going?” Jiang Xiaoshuai chased him to the door.

“It’s a little cold in your room. I’m going out to warm up.”

“…”

CHAPTER 10
At this hour, and with rain this heavy, even if you managed to hail a cab, the surcharge
would be sky-high. Worried that his boss was getting impatient, Wu Qiqiong broke into a
run down the road. The raindrops lashed at his face, rendering the umbrella on his head
completely useless.

An old man driving a motorized rickshaw followed alongside Wu Qiqiong and couldn’t
bear to just watch. He shouted to him, “Young man, hop on! I won’t charge you. Just tell
me where you’re going.”

Hearing those words in a moment like this really moved Wu Qiqiong.

“No need, just around the corner and I’ll be there,” he said, pulling the last 37 yuan from
his coat pocket and handing it to the old man. “Take this, sir. Don’t take on any more
rides—just go home. You’re not as young as us anymore.”

The old man tried to shove the money back, but Wu Qiqiong turned and took off running.
By the time the old man got on his rickshaw to chase after him, Wu Qiqiong had already
vanished.

After another ten-plus minutes of running, Wu Qiqiong finally reached the office.

The boss, drunk and alone in his office, was throwing things around. As soon as Wu
Qiqiong pushed the door open, he was met with a barrage of curses.

“Look at the damn time, will you? Always acting high and mighty, but when I actually
need you, all of you fucking disappear on me! Always going on about raising salaries—
have you even considered if you’re worth that much? Why are you staring at me like
that? I brought you here to fix the machine, not to gawk at me…”

Wu Qiqiong didn’t say a word. He crouched down and started inspecting the machine.
No one was there to help him, so he had to hold the flashlight in his mouth while wiring
with both hands. With a loud zap, he jerked as the current shocked him—his boss just
stood there watching. Another zap followed, making Wu’s hair stand on end.

He worked non-stop until morning and finally found the problem. The boss had sobered
up by then.

“This component here is broken. It needs to be replaced.”

As soon as the boss heard that a part needed replacing, his face darkened. “You can
replace it, sure—but you’re paying for it.”

At the mention of paying out of pocket, Wu Qiqiong panicked. A few hundred yuan
wasn’t a huge deal, but why should he have to pay? He had no issue sharing the boss’s
burdens, but he wasn’t about to play the sucker.

“That part was already broken before I started. It’s not my responsibility.”

The boss didn’t look pleased. “Wu Qiqiong, you’re so short-sighted. You fix the machine
for me, and now you’re fussing over a few hundred bucks?”

“Of course I’m fussing!” Wu Qiqiong argued back. “I only make a bit over 2,000 yuan a
month!”

“You think the company doesn’t pay well?” the boss suddenly roared. “If you’re not
happy with the pay, then leave! There are plenty of private companies out there with
better benefits. Go wherever you want! Stop squatting in this damn latrine without taking
a shit!”

Wu Qiqiong stood there like a pillar, eyes lifeless and face pale.

“You dare negotiate with me? Look at yourself—always walking around dumb as a post.
If I weren’t tossing you a bone, you’d have been out begging already! Your three
coworkers in the office have complained about you more than once, asking me to transfer
you. They’ve had it with you…”

Wu Qiqiong thought back on the past three years, all the tasks he had helped with. He
believed he had a warm heart, thought people would remember his kindness. But in their
eyes, he was just a show-off trying to suck up to the boss, stepping on their backs to
climb up.
“Wu Qiqiong, you’re the one who fixed this machine. If it’s not working, it’s your fault.
Pay up today and this’ll all be over. But if you keep being stubborn, I’ll make sure you
suffer the consequences!”

Everyone else had long since gone numb—only now was Wu Qiqiong beginning to
understand: this was a dark, ruthless world. You could do countless good deeds and no
one would remember. But mess up once, and they’d hold it against you for life.

“I quit,” Wu Qiqiong said suddenly. “I’ve decided to resign.”

Only then did the boss seem to realize it was Wu Qiqiong who was leaving. If he left,
who’d take care of all the odds and ends?

“Don’t forget where you came from, Wu Qiqiong. Your skills were trained here. If you
really walk out, I’m not signing off on your leave of absence or your resignation. The
three years’ worth of insurance contributions you paid? Down the drain.”

Insurance? What kind of protection was that? His girlfriend was already gone—what was
it insuring now?

Wu Qiqiong turned and walked out.

The boss bellowed after him, “You skipped work for a week without reason! That’s triple
the fine per day! And that machine part today—if you don’t pay up, don’t even think
about leaving!”

Wu Qiqiong shot back confidently, “I wasn’t skipping work—I was on medical leave!”

The boss grabbed him by the collar and snarled, “Who the fuck do you think you are?
You dare talk back to me?! Every damn machine you touch ends up broken, and I’m
supposed to believe it’s not your fault?!”

Wu Qiqiong’s face turned red from being strangled. He tried to pry the boss’s hand off,
but got kicked straight into the wall. The bandage on his forehead even came off.

“You dare scratch me? Fucking idiot! Bastard! Get the hell out!”

Wu Qiqiong clutched the outer frame of the display board, his bloodshot eyes locking
onto one ID photo inside. Beneath it, the name “Zhang Baogui” was seared into his
memory.

CHAPTER 11
The fourth time they met after breaking up was on an undeveloped wasteland. Not a
single brick or tile could be seen across thousands of acres. Yue Yue deliberately stood
on a solid cement slab, making sure there was no loose ground around to hide a brick.
Once everything was in place, Wu Qiqiong appeared in her line of sight.

This time, Wu Qiqiong's mindset was very different from before.

He had mentally prepared himself. Even though seeing Yue Yue’s beautiful face still
stirred his emotions, the impulse to die for her was no longer there. If Yue Yue insisted
on breaking up again, Wu Qiqiong would most likely grit his teeth and nod.

“I quit my job at the state-owned company. I’m planning to start my own business.”

This bold move, meant to impress, ended up getting him scolded instead.

“Are you out of your mind? That job was so hard to get, and you just quit? With your
level of intelligence, you want to start a business? You’ll end up bankrupting your
grandmother’s house! Stop messing around and go back to your old company! In this life,
you’re only cut out to be a junior staff member. Outside that company, you can’t even
support yourself!”

After hearing all this, Wu Qiqiong completely gave up.

Hands in his pockets, standing straight, his eyes no longer held the gentleness and
infatuation they once did—at most, there was just a bit of stubbornness and lingering
patience.

“Just say it straight. Are we breaking up or not?”

It was the first time Yue Yue heard Wu Qiqiong speak to her in that tone, and she
actually found it kind of refreshing.

She tiptoed and swayed her hips as she walked up to him, searched him all over, even
made him take off his shoes and socks, confirming he hadn’t hidden a brick. Then, a
sparkle lit up in Yue Yue’s peach blossom eyes.

“Break up! I don’t believe in this curse!”

Maybe it was the word "breakup" itself that triggered him, but something in Wu
Qiqiong's mind snapped again.

He picked up his phone, and after the call connected, he said just three words:

“It’s okay now.”

Then Yue Yue watched in disbelief as an electric scooter approached. Right in front of
them, the rider braked hard, and a spiky-haired guy pulled a brick from the basket and
tossed it to Wu Qiqiong.

Wu Qiqiong caught it steadily, patted the guy on the shoulder, and said, “Thanks, man.”

The guy turned around and quickly left.

Wu Qiqiong immediately smashed the brick on his own head. The move didn’t look like
a suicide attempt—it looked like a stunt. Only a bit of blood oozed out, and he didn’t
even bother to cover the wound. He tossed the brick and walked off.

Yue Yue stood frozen on the spot.

Wu Qiqiong walked to the door of Jiang Xiaoshuai’s clinic, hesitating. Should he go in?
Would he get scolded? While he was still debating, Jiang Xiaoshuai spotted him and, to
his surprise, came running over with unusual enthusiasm, happily supporting Wu Qiqiong
as he led him inside.

“You’ve been gone so long, I thought something happened to you!”

Why did that sound so off?

It’s true Wu Qiqiong hadn’t been around for a while. After quitting his job, he stopped
coming to get treated and just let the injuries heal on their own. This time he came purely
out of habit—as if the whole process wouldn’t be complete without a visit to Xiaoshuai’s
clinic.

“Just use a little less medicine this time. I quit my job, and I’m kind of tight on money.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked at Wu Qiqiong with a mix of pity and frustration. “You really
quit your job because of her?”

“Not entirely.”

Seeing how miserable Wu Qiqiong looked, Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t bring himself to rub
salt in the wound. After disinfecting him with saline, he leaned in and examined the
wound carefully.

“No need for medicine this time. Just let it heal on its own. It’ll be fine in two or three
days.”

Wu Qiqiong looked at him in confusion. “What’s going on with my head? I hit myself
harder than ever this time, but it didn’t really feel like anything. No pain, no dizziness.”
Jiang Xiaoshuai pulled his hand up to touch his forehead. “Feel for yourself—your head’s
harder than the brick!”

Wu Qiqiong chuckled twice.

Jiang Xiaoshuai noticed that Wu Qiqiong’s smile was actually really pleasant.

“I really hope your heart becomes like your head—shorter recovery times, stronger
against blows, and eventually so tough that nothing can hurt you anymore.”

Wu Qiqiong realized that even a casual comment from Jiang Xiaoshuai could hit him
right in the heart.

“Xiaoshuai, am I stupid? Low IQ?”

“You’re not low IQ. You’re just low EQ.”

Wu Qiqiong asked again, “Then why are you so sharp? Why can you see through
everything?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai gave a cool flick of his sleeve, his white coat spinning like a whirlwind.

“Because I’ve been screwed over too many times.”

“You’ve been screwed over too?” Wu Qiqiong was incredulous.

Jiang Xiaoshuai curled his lips slightly. “Way worse than you.”

The clinic fell into silence.

“Master, please accept your disciple’s bow!!!”

Wu Qiqiong suddenly leapt in front of Jiang Xiaoshuai and shouted without warning.
Xiaoshuai was so startled he stumbled back three big steps and nearly fell into the trash
bin.

“What the hell? Can you not do that? I almost peed myself! What the hell are you
doing?” He patted his chest—his pupils had practically shrunk from the shock.

Wu Qiqiong looked devout. “I don’t want to get screwed over anymore.”

Once everything had calmed down, Jiang Xiaoshuai said something to Wu Qiqiong. It
was a quote from Li Ka-shing, one that Xiaoshuai treated as a life motto, constantly
reminding himself with it.
“An egg broken from the outside becomes food. But if it breaks from the inside, it
becomes life. Life is the same: broken from the outside, it’s pressure; broken from the
inside, it’s growth. If you wait for others to break you from the outside, you’re destined
to be their food. But if you can break yourself from the inside, you’ll find that growth is a
kind of rebirth.”

CHAPTER 12
For three consecutive days, Wu Qiqiong received psychological counseling from Jiang
Xiaoshuai until the wound on his forehead healed. Master Jiang was very invested in this
disciple, doing his utmost to help Wu Qiqiong exorcise his inner demons, stop him from
contacting Yue Yue, and help him completely let go of this futile struggle and formally
accept the reality of the breakup.

Jiang Xiaoshuai saw patients while keeping an eye on Wu Qiqiong sitting beside him.

Wu Qiqiong picked up his phone again.

Jiang Xiaoshuai immediately shot him a cold and sharp look, saying slowly and clearly,
“Put—that—down!”

“I’m not contacting her,” Wu Qiqiong explained. “I just want to play a game. I
downloaded a colorblind-friendly version of Zuma.”

Only then did Jiang Xiaoshuai turn his head back.

Halfway through the game, Wu Qiqiong’s phone rang.

“Monkey King, Monkey King, you’re truly amazing! Even the Five Elements Mountain
couldn’t hold you down, and here bursts out Sun Wukong! Monkey King, Monkey King,
you’re truly rare, even the tightening spell won’t change your true self…”

Wu Qiqiong couldn’t believe it—and didn’t dare answer. This was the first time Yue Yue
had ever called him since the breakup.

“Why aren’t you picking up?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Qiqiong looked dazed. “It’s Yue Yue.”

“Aren’t you a man? If you are, then answer it! Say what needs to be said!”

Wu Qiqiong answered the call, and Yue Yue’s clear voice came through.
“Is your wound healed? If it is, let’s meet.”

It turned out Wu Qiqiong wasn’t the only one with obsessive tendencies—she wasn’t
quite right either.

Wu Qiqiong looked at Jiang Xiaoshuai, asking for his opinion.

Jiang Xiaoshuai simply said, “Do what you want!”

Wu Qiqiong once again headed to the battlefield.

This time, Yue Yue didn’t bother choosing a specific place or screening the area in
advance. She figured that no human could stop Wu Qiqiong anymore. No matter the time
or place she chose, he’d somehow find a brick and show up.

Yue Yue was vaguely excited, waiting early at the spot, constantly looking around.

Wu Qiqiong seemed relaxed, strolling over casually.

“What is it?” Wu Qiqiong asked.

Yue Yue resolutely said two words: “Break up!”

With deep breathing, self-hypnosis, and some mental qigong therapy, Wu Qiqiong finally
conquered this mental hurdle. Break up? Fine. He didn’t even care anymore.

But whether Yue Yue had lost her mind or not, she suddenly grabbed Wu Qiqiong’s arm,
peach blossom eyes full of expectation.

Wu Qiqiong didn’t know what she was expecting.

Seeing him hesitate, Yue Yue anxiously pounded on his chest.

“Where’s the brick? Hurry up!”

Wu Qiqiong’s face twitched. “B-brick? What brick?”

“Turn one into a brick for me! Just like before! Whoosh! Make one appear!” She covered
her face and laughed as if recalling something delightful.

In his mind, Wu Qiqiong cursed violently!! His internal organs felt like they were being
trampled to mush by stampeding wild horses!!
This wasn’t some novel ending where the heroine is finally moved by her boyfriend’s
persistence. No—she was addicted to it now?!

This is my forehead! Made of flesh! You used to kiss it, remember?

Wu Qiqiong felt crushed—then found himself laughing bitterly at his own fate.

Seven years. Seven whole years. And in the end, he became nothing more than a
magician pulling bricks out of thin air!

...

Yue Yue stomped her foot impatiently. “Come on! I’m still waiting. You better not
disappoint me!”

Across from Wu Qiqiong were two big trees, with several bricks scattered in between. He
walked over, picked one up, and returned to Yue Yue.

Yue Yue was utterly disappointed. Her eyes carried a hint of anger, as if she’d been
cheated.

“I told you to make one! Why’d you just pick one up over there?”

Wu Qiqiong sneered at her. “Make what? There’s a perfectly good one right there! If you
think it’s not enough, I’ll grab more—so you can see as many as you like!”

It was the first time Yue Yue had seen Wu Qiqiong lose his temper. She was a bit
stunned, forgetting to strike back, and simply stared at the brick in his hand as if still
harboring some unfulfilled wish.

Wu Qiqiong knew—she was waiting for him to smash it.

From extreme resistance to complicity, from initial panic to now eager anticipation, from
threats to flattery… even the bloodied scent of his forehead had, in her eyes, gone from
traumatic to an oddly charming detail of life.

It was time for a grand finale.

Wu Qiqiong closed his eyes and smashed the brick against his forehead. No feeling.
Smashed again—still little sensation. Then, using every ounce of strength he had left, he
struck a final, devastating blow.

The brick shattered!

Yue Yue: “……”

A blinding beam of light shone down on Wu Qiqiong, enveloping his figure in radiant
glory.

“Yue Yue, we’re officially breaking up.”

After saying those words, Wu Qiqiong burst into laughter. The moment he turned around
to leave, a rush of blood-tinged tears flooded his nose.

From now on—honest, kind, cowardly, weak, spineless… all of that, I'm cutting ties with
it.
Anyone who dares pull a single hair from me again—I'll take my iron head and smash
them dead!

...

Jiang Xiaoshuai stayed at the clinic until nightfall. Later, he stood at the door watching,
as wave after wave of pedestrians passed. In the end, Wu Qiqiong never showed.

Jiang Xiaoshuai sighed. These past few days had been a waste. That dumbass had gone
and relapsed.

Just as he turned to head back inside, a strong arm blocked his path.

He turned his head and saw a face both familiar and strange. In the darkness, Wu
Qiqiong’s expression carried a chilling air. His eyes were like sharp blades cutting into
Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face. Though he still smiled like usual, that smile now radiated a
powerful pressure, enough to make one’s skin tighten and pores freeze.

“You…” Jiang Xiaoshuai was momentarily stunned.

Wu Qiqiong curled the corner of his lips. “I changed my name.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai felt a sense of dread. “To what?”

“Wu Suo Wei.”

(Wu Who Fears Nothing)

Jiang Xiaoshuai: “……”

CHAPTER 13
"Guozi, your big flat-headed wind is back," someone hollered from outside.

Guo Chengyu stared at himself in the mirror—buzz cut, narrow face, a dense shadow of
stubble, a pair of sharp, upward-slanting eyes with faint red veins in the whites that made
him look sleep-deprived, though he was naturally like that. His lip line was distinct, his
chin slightly pointed. At first glance, he looked difficult to approach, but in truth, he
smiled all the time.
He stepped outside and spotted the glass box on the ground. Inside coiled his beloved pet,
left with someone else to care for these past few days. The so-called “big flat-headed
wind” was actually a king cobra. Guo Chengyu loved playing with snakes but never kept
them himself. In his free time, he’d scour around for quality snakes, have others raise
them, and once they were well cared for, he'd take them out for walks.

“Looks like it’s gotten a bit fatter,” he squatted down to examine it.

The king cobra inside the glass box was thick and powerful, pitch black all over,
reclining against the box wall like some kind of aristocrat, looking down arrogantly at the
human watching it. Its red, forked tongue flickered out with a trace of killing intent.

“Tsk tsk... look at that gaze, what a damn diva!” Guo Chengyu turned to Li Wang beside
him.

Li Wang reminded him, “It’s about time. Let’s head out—don’t keep them waiting.”

Guo Chengyu waved a hand. “Load Second Master into the car.”

Two nearby men carefully lifted the glass box and placed it into the vehicle.

Midway through the ride, Li Wang asked, “Should we pick up Xiaolong too?”

Guo Chengyu’s expression darkened. “What for?”

“Didn’t you say this time there's no betting?”

Guo Chengyu curled his lip. “I’ll bring a ready one.”

The car sped toward the outskirts of Beijing, nearing the humble home of Chi Cheng—
known in their circles as “Snake Man.” He was one of the more prominent young elites in
the capital, though he lived a quiet life, spending his days with snakes in a few old
houses. Occasionally, he raised pigeons or bamboo rats to feed them, living like some
retired cadre.

Chi Cheng was nothing like Guo Chengyu. While Guo liked playing with snakes but not
caring for them, Chi Cheng lived with them. He fed and trained them himself, took them
out with him, even slept with them curled up beside his pillow.

Every holiday, Guo Chengyu came over for snake fights—most of the time, with money
on the line.

By the time they arrived, Chi Cheng was using a branch to tease a green pit viper, giving
it a venomous little morning kiss. He glanced over, eyes narrowing into a sharp crease.
Guo Chengyu’s features were delicate and sly, hard to read. Chi Cheng’s features were
strong and rugged, his brow heavy and his gaze perpetually gloomy. The two had known
each other for over a decade, their fathers were old friends, and outsiders thought their
bond was solid.

In truth, they couldn’t stand each other.

In front of the house was a pool, caged with wire mesh, made specifically for snake
fights. Chi Cheng brought out his prized fighter—a 60-kilo python, as burly and intense
as its owner. Today, these two kings of the snake world, who would never meet in the
wild, were finally set to duel.

Around the pit were spectators—some arrived with Guo Chengyu, others with Chi
Cheng—forming a circle to witness the fierce match.

The king cobra was vicious, swift, and deadly poisonous; the python was massive,
muscular, and immensely strong. The fight promised to be brutal.

After a tense standoff, the cobra made the first move, striking like lightning at the python.
The python barely dodged, its body twisting as it coiled around the cobra, using its
weight to pin it down and began rolling and slamming it.

Guo Chengyu crossed his arms, a cigarette dangling from his lips, thoroughly enjoying
the show.

Chi Cheng remained silent, his expression unreadable, his eyes still as dead water.

“Holy shit!” someone behind Chi Cheng exclaimed. The python had taken a hit—the
cobra bit it, nearly landing the bite on its vulnerable neck. Luckily, the cobra’s fangs were
short, and the python’s skin was thick and resistant, with its blood carrying a natural
antivenom. It didn’t die instantly. Enraged, the python counterattacked with ferocity and
chomped down hard on the cobra, breaking its spine.

Guo Chengyu still wore that ambiguous, unreadable smile.

Chi Cheng calmly reached into his coat pocket, where a thin, pinky-sized pet snake was
coiling and writhing in a flirtatious little dance. As he touched the cold, smooth body, a
wave of comfort swept through him.

CHAPTER 14
The fierce battle had reached a white-hot intensity.
The king cobra, having freed itself from the python’s coils, raised its body upright,
standing over a person tall. Its eyes gleamed with a chilling, murderous light, causing the
onlookers nearby to instinctively take two steps back.

Guo Chengyu glanced sideways with his bloodshot eyes. The veins on Chi Cheng’s neck
were bulging, his Adam’s apple bobbing, eyes locked onto the center of the pit like a
black hole—his tension was written all over his face. A cruel smirk crept onto Guo
Chengyu’s lips.

The python had been attacked a second time—this time bitten in the abdomen.

It was clear the venom had started to take effect. The python’s movements grew more
sluggish, but it still tightly coiled around the king cobra, restraining its head to avoid
another venomous bite. The king cobra was also running out of strength. It stretched its
neck as far as possible, trying to avoid suffocating under the crushing force of the coils.

As seconds ticked by, the light in the python’s eyes began to fade.

Seizing the moment, the king cobra struggled free from the python’s grip, its energy
suddenly revived.

Guo Chengyu whistled, the cocky fire in his eyes practically burning his eyebrows.

“Come on, baby, give it all you’ve got—kill that bastard.”

Chi Cheng wasn’t annoyed—he simply smiled as he looked at Guo Chengyu.

“So what, you came here today just to take another L from me?”

Guo Chengyu draped a hand over Chi Cheng’s shoulder and spat on the ground by his
feet.

“Come on now, what are you saying? We go way back.”

Despite the banter, Guo Chengyu was clearly on edge inside. He’d known Chi Cheng for
over ten years and understood his temperament well—whenever this guy started being
polite, it usually meant someone else was going to lose. They’d been battling like this for
years, and Guo Chengyu lost every single time. Chi Cheng had no shame—he’d keep
fighting and losing but never missed a match.

The two of them turned their gazes back toward the pit in unison.

At this point, the outcome seemed certain. A few of the spectators started bouncing their
legs, ready to watch the king cobra roll over and die. But in the blink of an eye, the nearly
lifeless python suddenly surged back to life, violently wrapping around the king cobra
again with incredible strength, giving it no chance to escape. The onlookers clenched
their fists again. The area went dead silent. The sound of the king cobra’s chest cracking
echoed in everyone’s eardrums.

Finally, the king cobra gave a few spasms—and stopped moving.

Guo Chengyu paused only briefly, then clapped his hands in Chi Cheng’s direction.

“Well, looks like I’ve lost again today.”

Chi Cheng’s rough gaze swept over Guo Chengyu’s face. A low chuckle rumbled from
his throat.

“Looks like you just love seeing me suffer. Every week you bring me a new gift.”

“Damn right,” Guo Chengyu lit a cigarette with a smirk. “You’re the only one I think
about.”

Chi Cheng squinted at the python devouring the king cobra, eyes fixed until the entire
snake was swallowed. Then he spoke in a low voice:

“What’d you bring this time?”

It was a rhetorical question, meant to mock Guo Chengyu. They’d already agreed
beforehand—the loser would let the winner sleep with their woman.

Guo Chengyu gave Li Wang a look. Li Wang went to the car and brought down the fresh-
faced model he’d recently picked up.

“This is Chi Cheng. He’s older than you—call him Chi-ge.”

The model was a migrant from the South, her heavy southern accent evident.

“Chi-ge.”

Chi Cheng’s Adam’s apple moved slightly in response. With Guo Chengyu right beside
him, Chi Cheng reached his hand under the girl’s skirt. With a single flick of his
fingernail, her stockings ripped up to the bend of her knee.

“Have you slept with Guozi?” Chi Cheng asked.

The model glanced shyly at Guo Chengyu.

Guo Chengyu raised his chin. “Tell the truth. Your Chi-ge doesn’t mind.”

The model nodded.

Chi Cheng’s hand remained under her skirt. He lifted the edge of her panties with a finger
and slid one digit inside. Suddenly, the model felt a sharp chill between her legs—it was
like someone had shoved a slippery popsicle inside her. Her face instantly went pale. She
dropped to her knees with a thud. The pain and shock made her break out in a cold sweat.

From under her skirt slithered out a snake—its head still dripping with blood.

“This snake won’t bite,” Chi Cheng said blandly. “She’s still a virgin.”

Guo Chengyu’s expression shifted, his gaze snapping toward Li Wang with a deadly
chill.

“What the fuck kind of person did you bring?”

Li Wang leaned in and whispered, “He set you up. That snake definitely bites.”

Guo Chengyu’s already bloodshot eyes looked like they’d been stabbed twice. His neck
veins twisted, but he swallowed the disgust and rage boiling in his chest.

“If you can’t handle it, don’t play,” Chi Cheng tapped the back of Guo Chengyu’s head.
“Bringing some little girl here to mess around like that—you really fucking gross me
out.”

Then he gestured at the model lying on the ground.

“Someone get her up. Take her to get checked. I’ll cover the medical bills later.”

CHAPTER 15
Li Wang gave Guo Chengyu a subtle look, asking if they should bring Xiao Long along.

“Look at his state—most likely he’s already caught wind of things. You think you can
fool him again with some fake?”

Li Wang turned and left.

Chi Cheng kept smiling as he teased Guo Chengyu, “If you’re reluctant, then forget it.”

“Don’t be like that,” Guo Chengyu hugged Chi Cheng’s neck hard. “We’re tight, you
know that!”
The iron gate to the snake pit was opened. Two helpers for Chi Cheng carried out the
more than five-meter-long python and placed it on the ground. The python was also
poisoned—if it wasn’t treated soon, it wouldn’t last long.

Guo Chengyu walked over, squatted down, and, while the two men were off guard,
stabbed the python’s “seven-inch point” with a knife.

The python’s tail suddenly whipped up, striking one man in the back of the neck so hard
he nearly fainted.

“What are you doing?” the other man asked in shock.

Guo Chengyu said nothing. He sliced a long cut along the python’s belly, carefully cut
out a piece of meat, and put it in his mouth.

Chi Cheng stood aside, his leopard-like eyes wide with surprise.

Everyone knew that Chi Cheng’s place strictly forbade killing snakes—let alone eating
them.

Guo Chengyu smacked his lips, grinning wickedly. “Tastes pretty forbidden…” Then he
cut another piece and, pointing the knife at Chi Cheng, said, “Want a bite?”

One of the men nearby protested, “We don’t allow eating snakes here!”

Guo Chengyu shot him a sidelong glance. “I’m not eating your snakes—I’m eating my
own king cobra, which I left inside your snake’s belly. How else am I supposed to find it
without gutting your snake? If I accidentally cut your snake’s flesh, don’t you think your
boss would flip out on me?”

Chi Cheng said nothing, simply stared at Guo Chengyu for a full ten minutes.

The next person brought in was a young man—Xiao Long, the one Li Wang had
mentioned. Guo Chengyu had finally caught up with him. Only twenty, still in school,
and quite handsome. Chi Cheng had seen many beauties, but his gaze lingered on Xiao
Long for a few seconds.

“You into this kind of thing too?” Chi Cheng teased.

Guo Chengyu replied bluntly, “As long as the lower half has a hole, I’m interested.”

Chi Cheng laughed heartily, then strode back inside.

Guo Chengyu looked at Xiao Long, feeling as if countless needles pricked his throat—
extremely uncomfortable.
“That’s my good bro. Go inside and talk with him.”

Xiao Long just gave Guo Chengyu a puzzled look, then carelessly entered the room.

Guo Chengyu and Li Wang stood outside. Before long, familiar moaning sounds came
from the room—there was no hint of coercion or discomfort.

Li Wang flicked his cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it angrily.

“So frisky, huh? Not even that long, listen to that noise.”

Guo Chengyu frowned. “Damn, I’ve got ears now.”

Li Wang fell silent.

Xiao Long’s legs were tied to the bedposts, and Chi Cheng was thrusting inside him.
Xiao Long cried out, twisting his hips, with Chi Cheng’s sharp slaps on his rear making
him sob uncontrollably.

Guo Chengyu heard it all clearly—Xiao Long begging, pleading for rough treatment.

Such sounds had never been heard from his own bed.

Li Wang peeked inside through the glass window and silently thought, “Holy shit.” It was
the first time he’d seen a man fuck with such boldness and gusto, so vigorous and
uninhibited.

After a while, Chi Cheng’s voice came out.

“Guozi, how about you come in? Looks like he’s not too happy with me.”

Guo Chengyu didn’t reply—he understood Chi Cheng’s meaning.

Sure enough, Xiao Long’s pleas followed immediately: “No…”

Guo Chengyu’s only thought was: Chi Cheng, fuck you!

Chi Cheng finished, pulled up his pants, and came out with a satisfied and relaxed
expression. He placed his large hand on Guo Chengyu’s shoulder and said, “He’s passed
out.”

Li Wang asked Guo Chengyu, “So, do we take Xiao Long back?”

Guo Chengyu laughed—a laugh that made Li Wang shudder.

“Think you can even take him away?”

With that, Guo Chengyu snapped his fingers at Chi Cheng and got in the car to leave.

CHAPTER 16
During the day, Chi Cheng teased the pet snakes in the room, all cute and coquettish. At
night, he fucked his little side boy—it was a life fit for an emperor. Unfortunately, this
emperor's reign lasted only a few days before a phone call cut it short.

“Your dad is in the hospital. Hurry home.”

Chi Cheng dropped his phone, two hard lines like blades forming between his brows.

Xiao Long’s hand was still exploring the jungle down Chi Cheng’s lower belly. Seeing
his expression change, he puckered his lips slightly, tentatively asking, “What’s wrong?”

Chi Cheng pushed Xiao Long aside. “None of your business,” and made to get out of
bed.

Xiao Long quickly hooked his arms around Chi Cheng’s, spreading his legs to straddle
him, eyes teasing.

“Let me help you out first, or it’ll be uncomfortable.”

Chi Cheng stared at Xiao Long for a moment, then suddenly flipped him over and
straddled his face. His big thing poked sharply down Xiao Long’s throat; it was a brief,
rough finish. He dressed and got out of bed.

Xiao Long waited until Chi Cheng left before spitting out the mouthful of blood.

“Take good care of the snakes,” Chi Cheng instructed his two helpers.

Both nodded together and watched him drive away.

Though precautions were in place, Chi Cheng still didn’t fully trust one treasure—the
green tree python that had been with him for six years. Since he started keeping snakes,
this green tree python always followed him everywhere. Wherever Chi Cheng went, it
went too.

Chi Cheng even gave it a pet name—“Little Jealousy.”

True to the name, Little Jealousy was quite possessive, monopolizing Chi Cheng’s bed
for years. Others could get in the bed and even do their thing, but the python wouldn’t
allow anyone into Chi Cheng’s spot under the covers. If its territory was invaded, the
snake would immediately coil and squeeze the intruder half to death.
Chi Cheng wore gray clothes, and Little Jealousy was emerald green, coiling around his
tall figure like it was clinging to a big tree. Its head shook back and forth, biting Chi
Cheng’s face when he wasn’t paying attention.

“Hahaha…” Chi Cheng laughed, patting Little Jealousy’s head, “I’m not interested in
anyone else, just you.”

Little Jealousy’s tail rubbed affectionately against Chi Cheng’s lower belly.

At home, the driver stopped the car, and Chi Cheng got out holding Little Jealousy.

Zhong Wenyu (Chi Cheng’s mother) opened the door and immediately took a few steps
back, keeping her distance.

“Oh, you brought that thing back again?”

“I can’t leave it there, don’t feel at ease.”

He changed shoes and entered, asking Zhong Wenyu, “You weren’t at the hospital with
Dad?”

“Several doctors are taking shifts guarding him. I’d just be useless there, so I came back
to wait for you.” Zhong Wenyu poured a glass of water and handed it to Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng gulped down two big mouthfuls, then stood up. “Let’s go now.”

“Where to?”

“To the hospital to see Dad.”

Zhong Wenyu looked uneasy. “No rush, go tomorrow. He’s asleep now. It’s not a big
illness, nothing serious.”

Chi Cheng tightened his stern, masculine face. “If I’d known, I’d have come tomorrow.”

“Don’t you want to spend more time with your mom? You’re always holed up in the
suburbs, gone for weeks. Your dad and I can’t find you. If you had other hobbies it’d be
one thing, but you insist on keeping those things. What if you get bitten one day? No
family around to save you.”

A bite? Chi Cheng sneered inside. I’ve been bitten by those venomous ones seven or
eight times already—still alive and kicking.

“Enough, it’s late. Put that thing away and go sleep.”

Chi Cheng ignored her, carrying Little Jealousy to the bedroom.

Zhong Wenyu followed him. “The glass box is in this room—why are you carrying it into
yours?”

Bang—the door slammed right in front of her.

She stood at the door, worried. What was she going to do with this kid? He really didn’t
give her peace of mind.

The next morning, Chi Cheng was woken by a phone call. He glanced at his phone; it
was already past ten. Why hadn’t anyone called him to get up?

“Master Chi, something’s wrong. The snake den’s been cleared out!”

Chi Cheng suddenly sat up, his blurry gaze sharpening.

“How could they let that happen?”

“I suspect Da Kun and I were drugged. We slept very deeply last night, didn’t hear a
thing, woke up after nine. Just checked the two rooms on the east side—every glass box
was gone. Even the snakes in your room are gone.”

“What about Xiao Long?” Chi Cheng asked.

“Don’t know. Since waking up, we haven’t seen him.”

Chi Cheng’s pupils filled with murderous intent.

Chi Yuan (Chi Cheng’s father) had been discharged—or rather, he never actually stayed
in the hospital. When Chi Cheng dark-faced tried to leave, Chi Yuan blocked the door.

“I’ve arranged for you to start working at the Urban Management Bureau in a couple
days.”

Chi Cheng bypassed him.

“Try leaving now, see what happens!” Chi Yuan kicked the door behind him hard. “Look
at you—so lazy! You’re twenty-eight this year, no real job! Look at Xiaoyu—what a
mess he was. Now he’s a manager. He plays too, but never neglects his work!”

Chi Cheng sat back on the sofa, grabbed a handful of cherry tomatoes, and popped them
into his mouth one by one.

“You can have him call you ‘Dad’ for all I care.”
“I’d rather have a new son!” Chi Yuan shouted in rage, red-faced. “I’m getting
complaints at my office—saying my son’s a pervert, sexually harassing male students,
with all kinds of details. Where am I supposed to put my face?”

Chi Cheng knew. He’d let Xiao Long and Guo Chengyu play together again.

“Why don’t you pick some normal fun? Why always young guys? Are you impotent or
just mentally ill?”

Chi Cheng straightened his clothes and stood up, his broad frame blocking Chi Yuan.

“I’m dizzy, alright?”

Chi Yuan was furious. “Stop talking nonsense! I’ve locked up all your snakes. If you
want them alive, you better get a real job!”

CHAPTER 17
For a full two months, Wu Suowei stayed behind closed doors at Jiang Xiaoshuai’s clinic,
reflecting on himself, reconsidering the tragic years of his life, summarizing lessons
learned, and laying a solid foundation for opening a new chapter in life.

During the day, he bought meals for Jiang Xiaoshuai, swept the floor, tidied up the
place... and at night, he stayed at the clinic. Jiang Xiaoshuai gave Wu Suowei a salary,
but Wu refused to accept it. All he wanted was a place to stay and food to eat. Every
morning, when Jiang Xiaoshuai arrived yawning at the clinic, Wu Suowei had already
run five kilometers and cleaned the consultation room.

In Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes, Wu Suowei seemed like a completely changed person.

Having recently lost a lot of weight, he now worked out relentlessly; the loose skin was
replaced by lean muscles. His facial features became sharper and clearer, and the fierce
determination in his eyes always stirred Jiang Xiaoshuai’s heart as his mentor.

“I plan to start as a street vendor. Once I save enough money, I’ll open a small shop.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai poked the table with a pen, his spirited eyes showing silent approval.

“That’s a path alright, though it’s tough. By the way, can you shout out your wares?”

“What’s there not to know?”

“Shout something for me.”

“Sharpening scissors—stealing kitchen knives—”

The old-fashioned shout actually had a bit of flavor to it from Wu Suowei’s lips. Jiang
Xiaoshuai laughed out loud, and Wu Suowei smiled along with him. Jiang Xiaoshuai was
momentarily stunned; it seemed like it had been a long time since he’d seen Wu Suowei
laugh so freely.

“Hey, changing your way of life... I don’t know if it’s helping you or hurting you.” Jiang
Xiaoshuai recalled that when Wu Suowei first arrived, though a bit clueless, he had
always lived happily.

Wu Suowei said seriously, “It’s better to live with clarity. But don’t worry, I’m still like
before with you. As long as it doesn’t bother you, I’ll smile at you every day—just you.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai rubbed his forehead, staring at the table. Damn, he actually felt a bit
touched.

“Oh, by the way, being a street vendor isn’t that easy. Are you prepared?”

Wu Suowei’s eyes showed determination. “I’ve been preparing all along.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was a bit surprised. “What have you been preparing? I haven’t seen
anything.”

“I run every day, right? Long runs, sprints, running with sandbags, carrying pots while
running...”

“Alright, alright,” Jiang Xiaoshuai interrupted. “Before you think about how to dodge the
city enforcement, think about what you’ll sell first. You need a plan.”

Wu Suowei thought for a moment, then slowly said, “I want to start with something easy.
Clothes and shoes cost too much and are hard to stock. Vegetables and fruits are
inconvenient to transport and rot if unsold. I thought about selling breakfast, but I don’t
have cooking skills—I can’t fry dough sticks or bake pies. After thinking it over, I can
only sell porridge.”

“Porridge isn’t bad,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said. “It’s simple to cook. Half a liter of millet can
make a big pot. You just need a big bucket, a ladle, and some plastic cups. The cost won’t
be high.”

Wu Suowei nodded. “That’s exactly what I thought.”

Without delay, that evening, Wu Suowei went to the grain store and carried back a sack
of millet. Jiang Xiaoshuai helped him buy pots, bowls, and utensils. Once everything was
ready, the two of them tried it out in the clinic.
Though Wu Suowei’s family wasn’t wealthy, he had two older sisters who were good
students and did little housework. Jiang Xiaoshuai’s family was even smaller—he was
the only child, so nobody expected him to do chores. The two of them clumsily stood by
the stove, finally cleaning the millet and filling the pot with water.

“Add some baking soda. My mom always adds some when cooking porridge,” Wu
Suowei said.

Jiang Xiaoshuai put a spoonful of baking soda in.

“Seems too sticky, add some water.”

Wu Suowei poured in a bowl of water.

“Now it’s too thin. Maybe add more millet?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai grabbed a handful and threw it in.

“See? Too much now. Add some water.”

“...”

They kept adding water and millet bit by bit, planning to cook just two bowls to try, but
ended up making a whole big pot.

“I think it’s about right now,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Wu Suowei rubbed his hands and served Jiang Xiaoshuai a bowl first.

“How’s the taste?” Wu asked.

The porridge was too hot, so Jiang Xiaoshuai just took a small sip.

“A bit watery, but pretty fragrant.”

Wu Suowei tried some and agreed, “Yeah, not sticky enough. Tomorrow I’ll add more
millet.”

“Don’t add more! How do you expect to make money? We’ve already used two
kilograms of millet for one pot of porridge. At this rate, one sack of millet won’t even
make one bucket of porridge. Add to that the cost of plastic cups and bags, you’re
wasting your effort.”

Wu Suowei frowned, “The millet porridge sold on the street is pretty sticky. Maybe we
didn’t cook it right?”
Jiang Xiaoshuai snorted coldly, “That’s because they add food glue.”

“You mean...” Wu narrowed his eyes.

Leaning his elbow on the doorframe with a cool look, Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “What’s
there to be afraid of? These days, many food additives are healthy and good for you. I’m
a doctor after all; I’m not going to fool you.”

If this were before, Wu Suowei would have definitely refused Jiang Xiaoshuai sternly.
How could they do something unethical? People buy our porridge for convenience and
peace of mind. How can we adulterate it? Business is about trust, more valuable than
money...

But now? Screw it all! I only care about money!

Step, step, step... Jiang Xiaoshuai strode to the door.

“Wait for me, I’m going to buy a wholesale box right now!”

Jiang shouted from behind, “Remember, buy the cheapest!”

CHAPTER 18
It was Wu Suowei’s first time doing business, and a faint excitement stirred in his heart.
Before dawn, he was already pedaling a battered tricycle on the road. On it sat a large
bucket, nearly half a person’s height, filled with millet porridge. Less than half a sack of
millet had been used, but a whole bottle of food additive had been mixed in. The sticky
porridge swayed in the bucket, and Wu Suowei’s heart danced with joy.

No more being pushed around. No more working hard to make money for others. From
today on, every cup of porridge I sell will be my own hard-earned income. Sell less, earn
less; sell more, earn more. Working overtime is my choice. Whether I lose or gain, I’ll be
at peace.

“Porridge for sale!”

Wu Suowei shouted into the empty street, feeling incredibly free.

After searching for two miles, he finally found a decent spot. There were many vendors
selling breakfast—pancakes, egg-stuffed pancakes, steamed buns—but no one selling
porridge. He parked the tricycle, prepared his things, and just as he was about to lift the
lid off the bucket, he saw an older woman standing right in front of him, staring hard.
“Are you selling porridge?” Wu Suowei asked.

“You’re occupying my spot,” the woman said with a dark face.

Wu Suowei smiled gently. “This whole area isn’t assigned to anyone, and you haven’t
rented it either. How is it yours?”

The woman got angry. “Ask around—haven’t I been selling here every day?”

Wu Suowei knew the rules of this business well, so he calmly refused, “I’ve parked the
cart here. Moving it isn’t easy. Come earlier tomorrow.”

The woman slammed her electric cooker on the ground and rolled her eyes at Wu
Suowei.

“Fine! You can sell here today, but let’s see if you can make any sales!”

Wu Suowei ignored her and kept busy.

“Wonton soup! Just boiled!” the woman started shouting.

Wu Suowei raised his voice tenfold to drown her out, “Millet porridge! One yuan a cup!”

The woman cursed beside him, “Good young man, why do you do this? Why sell
porridge here? Ah... better to study. My son graduated college and works in a state-
owned company, sitting in an office every day—no need to suffer like this. I say it’s just
born poverty…”

“Born poverty indeed,” Wu Suowei said, expertly twirling his ladle. “If her son works in
a state company, why is she still here selling at the stall?”

The woman’s face turned red with anger. She ground her teeth but had no words. Wu
Suowei stayed unfazed.

“Give me a bowl of wonton soup.”

“Right away! Freshly boiled, coming up!”

Time passed slowly. The woman got busy and no longer argued with Wu Suowei. Wu
noticed her warning had merit—almost every breakfast buyer came by his stall first,
paused, then walked around to buy from the woman.

Half an hour passed, and Wu Suowei hadn’t sold a single cup.

The woman was humming a tune, her mocking gaze stabbing at Wu’s heart.
Finally, Wu Suowei got his first customer: a girl in her early twenties who purely came
because of Wu Suowei’s face.

“I’ll have a cup of porridge.”

Wu was stunned, quickly lifted the bucket lid, and grabbed the ladle. He swung the
handle in a smooth arc that made the girl’s eyes sparkle with admiration.

Damn... the ladle slipped into the porridge bucket.

Wu stood dumbfounded next to the bucket.

The bucket was so deep, the ladle probably reached the bottom. To retrieve it, he’d have
to stick his whole arm in.

“Sorry,” the girl said, embarrassed, and left.

Wu thought and thought, but had no solution. He had to go home first to fish the ladle
out. Passing by the woman’s stall, she mockingly said,

“Oh wow, that ladle handle’s covered with germs. It fell in the porridge—this whole
bucket must be spoiled!”

Wu bit his lip and pedaled the tricycle back.

Jiang Xiaoshuai heard the noise outside and knew Wu had returned. He came out with a
smile.

“Done already? Sold out that fast?”

“Nope. The big ladle fell in.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was speechless.

They opened the porridge bucket to check. The porridge, once fairly even when set out,
had now thickened. Wu took a deep breath, poured out half the porridge, fished out the
ladle, then didn’t put the porridge back. Instead, he added half a bucket of water and half
a bottle of food glue, stirred it all up, and it became a full bucket again.

“I’ll save the other half to sell tonight!”

Saying that, Wu pedaled the tricycle and set out once more.
 CHAPTER 19
At seven in the evening, Chi Cheng set off in the law enforcement vehicle.

It was his first day on the job. He was supposed to be on duty during the day, but right
after arriving at the station, a few high-ranking leaders took turns inviting him into their
offices for tea. After the leaders’ endless chatter, his colleagues eagerly tried to get close
to him. Before he could even introduce himself, they already knew his father was the city
party committee’s secretary-general and his third uncle was the director of the urban
management enforcement bureau. They were all curious and eager to learn why he had
come down to the grassroots level.

Though it was already off-hours, when Chi Cheng said he was going out to enforce
regulations, the team leader quickly put down his bag and came over to drive him.

The night had fallen completely. A thin fog coated the windshield, making the bright
lights outside seem blurry. The street was lively; the cold weather hadn’t dampened the
vendors’ enthusiasm. Calls to attract customers rose and fell, and all kinds of delicious
smells wafted through the cracks in the car windows.

Wu Suowei was on this very street. To his left was an old man selling roasted sweet
potatoes; to his right was a man selling shoes.

“Hey!” Wu greeted the man beside him. “How long have you been working here?”

The man squatted and smoked, answering calmly, “Over two years.”

“Ever been caught by the urban management?” Wu asked again.

The man laughed, “Never.”

Wu admired him. “How did you manage that?”

After a long silence, the old man on the other side spoke up.

“Because he is urban management.”

Wu Suowei’s big eyes shone brightly in the dark.

“I’m an urban management officer by day, and come here to sell at night. Got no other
choice. I have two kids at home. My fixed salary barely covers living.”

Wu clicked his tongue. Seems no one’s life is easy.

“So if I stick with you, I won’t get caught by the urban management?”
The man spat and spoke firmly, “You could say that.”

Just then, sirens flashed not far away. The man’s face changed instantly. He quickly
packed his shoes and retreated in the opposite direction. Several other stalls followed suit.

Wu Suowei was thinking about whether to pack up when he saw the old man standing his
ground, not moving at all.

“Why aren’t you running?”

The old man confidently pointed at a burly watermelon seller nearby—a big guy, nearly
six feet tall, muscular with tattoos on his arms—someone clearly not to be messed with.

“That guy’s nickname is Hei Zi (Blackie). He’s our protector. Most regular urban
management officers don’t dare bother him. He can handle three people at once!”

No sooner had he spoken, than the urban management vehicle stopped in front of Hei
Zi’s stall. Two officers got out.

The old man pointed at the team leader standing next to Chi Cheng and said, “That kid
there’s the problem! Always throwing punches. The dry goods seller, Li San’er, got his
arm broken by him once.”

It was too dark for Wu Suowei to see exactly who the old man meant.

The two officers spoke with Hei Zi and soon got into a scuffle. The team leader shoved
Hei Zi first; Hei Zi immediately punched back. Wu was about to say something when he
saw a man next to the team leader raise his foot and deliver a heavy kick to Hei Zi.

The so-called man who could take on three was sent flying by the kick, crashing into the
watermelon stall behind him. Watermelons exploded like bloody brains, scattering all
over the ground.

Shouts of shock erupted all around. The old man hurriedly pushed his roasted sweet
potato cart and fled.

Wu couldn’t clearly see Chi Cheng’s face but saw Hei Zi fall and not get up again.

All the vendors ran off. The whole street was cleared, leaving Wu Suowei alone,
steadfast at his post.

Soon, two urban management officers approached Wu.

Chi Cheng glanced at Wu. Wearing a hat pulled low, his face was hidden in shadow.
Only a sharp jaw and cold, tight lips were visible. A cigarette dangled from his mouth,
and despite the two figures looming over him, he looked indifferent.
Smoking helped Wu stay calm.

The team leader spoke first.

“What are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to run?”

“Hey, are you scared stiff?”

“Idiot, I’m talking to you!”

“Do you need a few hits to feel better?”

...

The team leader kept nagging. Wu didn’t say a word. He finally lifted his head to meet
Chi Cheng’s cold, piercing gaze. Then he turned around... slowly picked up the porridge
bucket... turned again... staring at the tricycle not far off.

In Chi Cheng’s vision, all he saw were two dark, shining eyes—strangely bright.

Wu spun around quickly and splashed a bucket of porridge right onto Chi Cheng.

...

The whole street fell silent.

The team leader felt icy winds stabbing down his spine.

Wu expected Chi Cheng to dodge, but he stood firm as half his body was covered in
sticky porridge.

Run! Not running means death! Wu dashed westward, abandoning his tricycle and
porridge bucket.

The team leader reacted fast, cutting Wu off at the street corner.

Wu’s foot was on a brick. He grabbed it and slammed it fiercely against his own
forehead—the brick broke!

“Come on! If you’ve got guts, come on!”

The team leader was dumbfounded.

Wu hit his head again with another brick, daring them, “Why aren’t you hitting back?
Come on! You claim you want to enforce with violence!”
The team leader’s legs went weak.

Suddenly, Chi Cheng swung his leg, sweeping towards Wu. Wu felt a powerful force like
dark clouds rolling in, the weather changing instantly. He dropped the brick and ran like
hell, his feet almost sparking flames.

Chi Cheng was covered in porridge, sticky and clumsy, so he didn’t continue the chase.

His eyes focused on the small shadow flickering in the distance. Better not get caught by
me!

CHAPTER 20
“Pfft—”

Guo Chengyu spat a mouthful of water onto the windshield, his shoulders shaking with
laughter.

His car was parked at the intersection, wanting to see how Young Master Chi Cheng
enforced the law. He never expected to catch this scene: Chi Cheng getting drenched in
porridge—and then letting the vendor escape. Who was Chi Cheng? Someone who’d
rather take a loss than gain an unfair advantage. No matter how tough Guo Chengyu was,
he wouldn’t dare confront Chi Cheng directly. This vendor had really opened his eyes.

“Ouch...” Guo rubbed his laughing stomach. “This guy’s not one you hired, right?”

Li Wang chuckled along, “Don’t know him at all.”

Guo Chengyu’s fingers drummed nimbly on the steering wheel. “Then let’s go pay a visit
to this street legend.”

So Guo Chengyu started the car and chased after Wu Suowei.

Wu was running so hard he felt like his lungs would burst. He slammed the brakes at the
clinic door, dashed inside, and locked the door tight behind him under Jiang Xiaoshuai’s
surprised gaze.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang asked.

Wu was gasping, “The urban management officers are after me.”

Just then, a car stopped outside.

“Don’t tell them I’m here,” Wu warned Jiang.

Jiang peeked outside and gulped. Wow, urban management’s perks were pretty nice—
they were driving a Mercedes to enforce the law…

Before getting out, Guo Chengyu asked deliberately, “Are you sure he came in here?”

Li Wang nodded, “I saw him go through this door.”

Guo Chengyu got out, casually strolling to the door under Jiang’s watchful eyes. It was
dim outside, so Guo couldn’t see Jiang’s face clearly, just thought his features looked
pretty handsome.

“Anything I can help with?” Jiang asked.

Guo smiled kindly, “Just here for a checkup.”

Jiang turned and walked inside. Guo followed.

The two sat facing each other. Now that Guo had a good look at Jiang, he forgot why he
came in the first place. His eyes roamed from head to toe, examining Jiang thoroughly, as
if wanting to peel back the skin and see what kind of filling was inside.

Jiang was unfazed by Guo’s deliberate scrutiny, shooting back a serious glance.

“What’s bothering you?”

Guo leaned close to Jiang’s nose and whispered, “Guess.”

Jiang parted his thin lips, “Gynecological issues? Please visit the Obstetrics and
Gynecology Hospital, left turn thirty meters out, take Bus 2 direct.”

“You’re really handsome,” Guo teased with a lecherous look.

Jiang replied, “If you have a lazy eye, please go to Tongren Hospital.”

“You like men, don’t you?”

“Psychiatric patients, please visit Anding Hospital.”

Guo snatched the medical chart from under Jiang’s elbow and asked quietly, “What if it’s
a heart problem?”

Jiang said coldly, “Please dial 110 directly.”

Guo smiled with half-closed eyes, “Jiang—Xiao—Shuai. Got it.”

...

Chi Cheng returned home. The porridge on his clothes had solidified, sticking like glue,
making him feel queasy. He took off his clothes and went to the bathroom to wash,
planning to wash the porridge out of his hair first.

After half an hour and countless attempts, the millet porridge still wouldn’t come off.

Damn... how much food glue did they put in this stuff?!

He’d seen unscrupulous merchants before, but never this bad. Eating this porridge would
probably glue your internal organs together.

Chi Cheng put on a baseball cap and, clutching a small vinegar pack, went down to the
beauty salon downstairs.

“Ah—!”

The female staff screamed like they’d been kicked by a donkey, bringing the shop owner
over. Luckily, the owner wasn’t afraid of snakes, and gently stroked the little vinegar
pack’s head. “This snake’s really beautiful, such perfect coloring.”

Chi Cheng said only two words, “Haircut.”

The owner took charge. As soon as Chi Cheng took off his cap, the corners of the
owner’s mouth twitched nonstop. He wanted to laugh! But looking at Chi Cheng’s face in
the mirror, he really couldn’t.

“What kind of haircut do you want?” he asked cautiously.

Chi Cheng glanced in the mirror. “You decide. Just get rid of whatever’s stuck in my
hair. Cut it however you want.”

The owner scratched and scraped hard, finally forced a resigned expression on his face.

“Well... I guess I’ll have to shave it all off.”

CHAPTER 21
Wu Suowei didn’t dare to set up his stall in his old spot anymore, fearing Chi Cheng
would catch him. So he moved farther away. He bought a secondhand tricycle and a
stainless steel round bucket. After a few busy days, he finally officially got started.
He befriended an older man who made sugar figurines. The man was quite old but very
kind. When no one bought porridge, Wu would watch the old man blow sugar
figurines—he wanted to learn the craft. If his porridge sold out early and it got dark, he’d
buy the old man’s leftover figurines, worried that standing for so long would be too hard
on him.

One day, a city management officer got into an argument with the old man, demanding
he move. The old man refused. The officer patted him on the shoulder, and the man
suddenly collapsed, rolling on the ground, crying out, “It hurts so much, it hurts so
much…”

The officer, worried about trouble, wanted to drive away, but the old man lay down in
front of the enforcement vehicle, clutching the bumper and demanding compensation.
The onlookers, unaware of the truth, kept accusing the officers. Unable to handle the
pressure, the officers gave the old man a thousand yuan just to end it.

After the officers left, the old man dusted himself off, stood up proudly, and told Wu
Suowei, “Want to mess with me? He’s still green. Young man, see that? You better learn
from me in the future…”

Since then, Wu Suowei never bought sugar figurines from the old man again.

He realized there are no real weaklings in this world. Everyone has their own way to
protect themselves. There’s no need to waste pity so easily.

It was the weekend, and many people were eating outside. Besides selling porridge, Wu
also cooked a pot of corn to sell.

“I want two corncobs and a bowl of porridge.”

“Here you go, that’ll be five yuan total.”

Wu took ten yuan and put it into his bag, then gave back five yuan in change. Just as he
opened his mouth to start calling out again, two figures suddenly stepped down from a
luxury car nearby, cutting off his shout.

Yue Yue was dressed in designer clothes and carried a branded bag, her dazzling outfit
blinding in the sunlight. The man beside her was plain-looking but looked wealthy. Since
breaking up with Wu Suowei, Yue Yue had dated three boyfriends; this was the fourth,
named Wang Zhenlong.

Wu averted his gaze, planning to ignore these two polished by wealth.

“Hey? Wu Qiqiong!” Yue Yue called out.

Even though Wu had his hat brim pulled low, Yue Yue recognized him.
“So your ‘entrepreneurship’ means selling porridge and corncobs here?” Yue Yue teased,
picking up a corn cob and giving Wu a sidelong glance with her peach blossom eyes.
“You make fifty cents per cob? You must be making fifty yuan a day? Wow, that’s a
lot—I’m genuinely happy for you. You really have ambition!”

Wang Zhenlong put his arm around Yue Yue’s waist, pretending to scold her in a low
voice, “Don’t be so rude.”

Then he turned to Wu with a mocking gaze, circling him with his eyes.

“Listen, Brick Brother, my girlfriend’s a chatterbox, don’t take it personally. Honestly, I

feel kinda bad for you. You two were together for seven years and invested so much
emotion. I heard you even tried to kill yourself multiple times after she broke up with
you? Man, I feel like a villain. How could I compete with a poor guy like you? Finding a
girlfriend isn’t easy, right?”

“Don’t say that,” Wu Qiqiong slowly adjusted his sleeves, looking up with a smile at
Wang Zhenlong. “Actually, I should apologize to you. You had to buy her designer
clothes and jewelry just to sleep with her for one night. Back then, I spent fifteen yuan at
a motel and got her virginity. How much did that cost you?”

Wang Zhenlong’s face instantly turned green.

“Wu Qiqiong, you shameless bastard!” Yue Yue slapped toward Wu’s face.

Wu grabbed Yue Yue’s arm, still smiling gently.

“Don’t dirty those noble chicken claws of yours.”

Yue Yue couldn’t believe it—the sharp-tongued, ambitious young man before her was
the useless punk she used to boss around.

Wang Zhenlong got furious and punched Wu in the face. Wu caught the punch with his
steel-like forehead. Wang cried out in pain, then kicked at Wu, who deftly dodged.

Two men got out of the car—they were Wang’s bodyguards.

“Beat him up! Smash his stall!”

No matter how hard Wu’s forehead was, he couldn’t withstand two professional
bodyguards’ fists and kicks. He didn’t fight back or beg, only protecting his vital areas.
Through the gaps in their attack, his dark eyes fixed straight on Wang Zhenlong’s face,
mentally tracing every feature again.
In the end, Wang Zhenlong pressed his foot on Wu’s neck and said coldly, “Poor bastard,
you’ll live your whole life like this. Don’t expect to turn things around. Go back to your
village and marry some broken shoe to live your days, hahaha…”

CHAPTER 22
Chi Cheng parked his car in front of a high-end nightclub in Sanlitun, walking inside with
steady, measured steps.

Inside the private room, five or six people were already waiting.

Hearing the door open, a middle-aged man with glasses hurried over and whispered to
Chi Cheng, “Young Master Chi, we’ve captured the guy and brought him back. He was
about to leave the country.”

Chi Cheng said nothing and strode directly to the sofa, his complex gaze scrutinizing
Xiao Long.

Xiao Long panicked, crying and begging for Chi Cheng’s forgiveness.

“Brother Chi, I didn’t mean to fool you. That night, your dad sent some officers rushing
to the outskirts overnight. I was scared stiff. When your dad talked to me, I couldn’t deny
it — there were so many officers holding guns right behind him.”

“Who the hell are you kidding?” A man beside Xiao Long snapped angrily, slapping him.
“You’re the one who started this! We checked the number called from the Municipal
Committee — it’s from Guo Chengyu’s side! When the old man drove to the outskirts,
you were long gone!”

Xiao Long couldn’t argue and broke free from the man’s grip, collapsing onto Chi
Cheng’s lap and crying.

Chi Cheng stroked his head, voice calm.

“Stop crying. Get up and dance for me.”

Xiao Long’s eyes were red as he looked up, “You’re not angry anymore?”

Chi Cheng lifted his chin and motioned for Xiao Long to start.

Nervously, Xiao Long stood and went to the dance floor. The energetic music paired with
his passionate movements stirred excitement in everyone watching. Seeing Chi Cheng
smile, his tense nerves relaxed. Buttons on his shirt loosened, the shirt hanging off his
shoulder as he swayed his hips seductively.

“How’s his swagger?” Chi Cheng asked Gangzi beside him.

Gangzi smirked, “Not bad.”

Chi Cheng turned to the other men in the room, “What do you guys think?”

They all nodded and applauded, laughter dripping with sleaziness.

“Well, you all stay and have fun. I’m not sticking around.”

As Chi Cheng stepped toward the door, Xiao Long suddenly realized something and
wailed, trying to run after him but was held back by a few men.

“Brother Chi, Brother Chi, don’t do this! I was wrong, okay?…”

Gangzi followed Chi Cheng out. Chi Cheng shot him a side glance. Gangzi immediately
leaned in.

“Keep an eye on him. Don’t let him get too wild.”

“Got it.”

Chi Cheng barely stepped outside the club when he saw someone furiously kicking his
car.

The kicker shouted, “Fuck! Whose car is this? Blocking my way! Move it now or I’ll
smash it!”

It was Wang Zhenlong, a regular at this club. The narrow streets of Sanlitun made
parking a hassle. Not finding a spot, Wang felt embarrassed and, seeing the car wasn’t
worth much, took out his frustration on it.

Chi Cheng quietly approached.

Wang Zhenlong yelled, “Baldy, is this your car? Move it now!”

Yue Yue glanced at Chi Cheng, eyes fixed on him. The “baldy” Wang referred to wore a
plain uniform: ordinary gray jacket and pants, no flashy watch on his wrist, no arrogance
in his eyes. Even the simple motion of opening his car door radiated a powerful aura that
magnetically drew Yue Yue’s heart into the vehicle.

Chi Cheng didn’t start the engine immediately but looked at Wang Zhenlong through the
window.
Wang cursed, “What’re you waiting for? Hurry up and get lost!”

Chi Cheng turned the car and left without a word.

After 1 a.m., Wang Zhenlong and Yue Yue left the club. Wang was drunk and started
groping Yue Yue on the street. She felt a sudden wave of disgust, pushed his dirty hands
away, and got into the car.

On the way, Yue Yue’s mind kept flashing back to Chi Cheng’s face.

How to describe it? Not top-tier handsome, but with an indescribable charm. His
browbones were hard like stone, shoulders broad like mountains, and his strong arms
could wrap her up tightly with a single embrace. That large hand opening the car door—
surely it could crush her into pieces?…

Suddenly, a sharp turn interrupted her thoughts.

“Can you drive properly?” Yue Yue snapped at Wang.

Wang’s head was fuzzy. Ahead was a car swerving left and right, making him nauseous.
His face flushed red as he struggled with the steering wheel. The car ahead seemed to be
deliberately cutting him off, but Wang neither slowed down nor braked…

Five minutes later, a scream.

In a blind spot for the road cameras, a car hit a stone pillar and flipped over. The
windshield shattered, the front severely crushed. Yue Yue had buckled her seatbelt before
leaving, so she wasn’t badly injured and was still conscious. Wang Zhenlong, however,
hadn’t fastened his seatbelt. Half his body was trapped in the twisted metal, bloodied and
unconscious.

Yue Yue glanced at Wang but quickly looked away, frantically climbing out of the
wreck.

The car door was opened, and the moment Yue Yue crawled out, she collapsed onto the
ground.

In front of her eyes were a pair of leather shoes. The loose cuffs of gray uniform pants
hung over the shoe tops. Her gaze climbed up eagerly to the gray jacket—and the cold,
mocking face above it.
 CHAPTER 23
Jiang Xiaoshuai glanced outside. It was the first snowfall of winter, and the thick soles of
his shoes scraped twice on the ground—so slippery. Tonight he wasn’t going home; he’d
continue staying at the clinic.

Wu Suowei sat cross-legged on the single bed in the back room, took a deep breath, and
slowly exhaled, murmuring to himself.

Jiang Xiaoshuai flicked Wu Suowei’s head. “What’re you doing?”

“Don’t mess around.” Wu Suowei grabbed Jiang Xiaoshuai’s restless hand. “I’m
cultivating my temperament, trying to understand wisdom.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai turned Wu Suowei’s hand over. It was bruised purple all over. Even
though Wu didn’t say it, Jiang knew he’d surely been bullied outside and was now
blaming his luck at home. But maybe that was for the best—enduring was better than
being reckless. If he got angry, it meant he was finally reacting to others’ harm instead of
accepting being wronged as a given.

After a long pause, Wu Suowei said, “I don’t want to be a street vendor anymore.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked at him. “Feel like you’ve got no dignity? No social status? Not as
respectable as your old job?”

“No.” Wu sighed. “I just did the math. After a week, I made around two hundred yuan
total. But I spent money on two tricycles, two stainless steel barrels, and three spoons.
Adding it all up, I actually lost money.”

Could it be otherwise? Just one week and two troubles down already—it seemed being a
vendor came with risks.

“So what do you plan to do?” Jiang asked.

Wu thought it over and said, “A street performer.”

Jiang’s face twitched.

“I’ve thought about it. Vendors need investment, stock, and there’s big risk. Street
performers rely on skills and just sell their strength.”

Jiang gave a crooked grin. “What skills do you have to sell?”

“Headbutting.”

“…”
The cold underground passage was filled with a warm crowd. Spectators packed three
layers deep, buzzing with excitement.

An old tape recorder blasted at full volume, crackling with static.

“Blue-faced Dou Ertun steals the royal horse, red-faced Guan Gong fights in Changsha,
yellow-faced Dian Wei, white-faced Cao Cao, black-faced Zhang Fei — bam! …”

The voices came from the tape, but the last “bam” was a solid thwack, made by a brick
hitting a head—sharp and crisp.

“Good!”

Cheers and screams erupted from the crowd, mingled with frightened children’s cries…

Wu Suowei wore a painted mask, only his sharp eyes visible, alert for any approaching
city management officers.

Scattered bricks lay at his feet—bricks he had picked up, filling a sack. Nearby was a
cardboard box; whenever someone tossed in money, Wu would say thanks.

“The underground passage is no place to go—it’s freezing and full of beggars,” the team
leader told Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng ignored him and strode inside.

“Purple Heavenly King holding a pagoda, green demon fighting a yaksha, golden
Monkey King, silver monster, gray spirit, ha—bam! …”

The team leader frowned. “Why so lively today?”

They quickly reached the crowd. Chi Cheng was tall and could see clearly even from the
outside; the team leader, short and stuck at the edge, had to ask someone, “What’s going
on inside?”

“Headbutting performance.” The man replied without looking back.

The team leader suddenly recalled the vendor who ran from the porridge incident. He
snorted, “Street dance’s out of fashion, now it’s headbutting? In one week, I’ve bumped
into two of these…”

Chi Cheng lowered his gaze to the center. Those two black, sparkling eyes—so
distinctive… Finally caught you!
Just as the team leader was about to shout and disperse the crowd, Chi Cheng signaled
him to stop.

The performance reached a fever pitch, the crowd throwing paper bills enthusiastically.
Wu Suowei’s excitement soared. Even two city officers sneaked into the crowd
unnoticed.

“Some might think my bricks are fake. How about this: who wants to check?” His eyes
darted, then settled on one person. “That bald guy—you. You verify it for them.”

Wu pointed a big finger at the brightest figure in the crowd: Officer Chi.

Chi Cheng smiled coldly and stepped out.

“Please check if this brick of mine is fake…”

Before Wu finished, the dazzling uniform caught his eyes.

Chi Cheng leapt out, grabbed Wu’s collar in a few strides, and pinned him down firmly.

Wu raised the brick to hit his own head, planning the old trick to warn Chi Cheng off. But
the brick met Chi Cheng’s punch and shattered instantly.

Wu’s lips twitched uncontrollably.

Chi Cheng lifted his chin. “Come with me.”

CHAPTER 24
Wu Suowei was detained and taken to the city management bureau—specifically to Chi
Cheng’s office.

His mask was taken off, and Chi finally got a good look at Wu Suowei’s face. Aside from
those bright, shiny eyes, the rest of his features were fairly ordinary, looking like a decent
guy.

Wu Suowei lowered his eyelids, not even bothering to glance at Chi Cheng.

Chi picked up a form.

“Name.”

“Wu Suowei.”
Casual, huh? Chi narrowed his eyes as he sized Wu up. This kid sure had guts—he’s
already in my office and still says “doesn’t matter.”

“Gender.”

Chi spoke the words vaguely, and Wu misheard as “name” again, so he impatiently
answered, “Wu Suowei.”

Chi burst out laughing—really laughed—and the hairs on Wu’s arms stood on end.

“Gender doesn’t matter either?” Chi suddenly pulled out a pair of scissors, flicking them
around his fingers like a showman. “Since it doesn’t matter, how about I help you out by
cutting it off? So next time when you answer this question, you can be a little more…
legitimate.”

Wu Suowei instinctively squeezed his legs together, covering himself, and quickly pulled
out his ID card, handing it over.

“Wu Suowei?” Chi’s expression froze for a moment. “That ID must be fake, right?”

“Totally legit. If you don’t believe me, check it yourself.” Wu spoke with full confidence.

Chi went over to his computer and looked up the records. Indeed, there was someone by
that name.

“Looks like there really is a Wu Suowei…” Chi snorted coldly. “You’re quite the
character.”

Wu sat steadily, unfazed by Chi’s teasing, holding himself even more arrogantly than Chi
Cheng.

Chi, now intrigued, flipped through Wu’s file and found he graduated from a prestigious
university. Glancing at him again, Chi thought: yeah, he fits the type—the kind who
either explodes in silence or perishes in it, the classic bookworm gone mad.

“Why did you throw porridge on me that day?” Chi asked.

Wu looked a bit surprised. “That day… it was you?”

Turns out the guy who shaved his head was the culprit—and no one knew how much
food glue he’d put in that porridge.

Chi’s expression flickered unpredictably, making Wu feel a chill inside. But he kept
reminding himself: the more aggressive the opponent, the less you can show weakness.
Ultimate cowardice is fearless.
“No reason. Just wanted to splash you.”

Chi stood up and stepped closer, still twirling the scissors.

Wu clenched his fists, staring dead into Chi’s eyes. When they were only a step apart,
Wu suddenly struck—but Chi easily restrained him, and Wu’s struggle exploded with
desperation.

“What are you trying to do? Listen, city management people are the vulnerable group
now. You know what that means? We’re the target of public opinion. If you try anything
on me, the whole internet won’t let you off. Your whole life’s ruined!”

Wu threatened while protecting his vital parts—but he aimed wrong. Chi wasn’t
interested in his limp little bird down there. The scissors rose, heading straight for Wu’s
hair.

“Huh?” Wu was shocked. “What are you doing? Why are you cutting my hair for no
reason?”

Cut? Hell no! It’s a haircut, obviously to make shaving easier.

Chi used a blade from the drawer—no foam, no prep—just raw scraping. Wu’s scalp
broke out in little red bumps. Still, he had high pain tolerance—pain I bear, no begging,
veins bulging on my forehead, but I will not submit.

After a while, Wu suddenly thought of something and his face twisted a bit.

“Why cut my hair? I only splashed you with porridge—no need to put me in jail, right?”

Chi sneered, “No reason. I just like this hairstyle and want some company.”

Wu gritted his teeth silently. This guy was a psycho—no use reasoning with him.

Chi picked up Wu’s old tape recorder and fiddled with it, then pressed play.

“Just caught a few demons, and subdued some monsters, spirits and ghosts, why are there
so many? (Hey!) Take this from old Sun, one stick! Killing your soul, scattering your
spirit, gods tremble, ghosts shiver, beating the wolves and tigers—nowhere to hide…”

Chi’s temple twitched a few times, and he skipped to the next track.

“Three hairs on the head, everyone laughs when they see. If you ask his name, everyone
knows. San Mao, oh San Mao, no one can tell if he’s old or young…”

Then skipped to another.

“Let me tell you about my happy life. I did all sorts of work to make money. Though
living in a small Western-style house, it’s quite run down. I have a credit card, and eight
yuan left on it…”

Chi still kept the tape running, looking at Wu with a faint pity.

“What year is this? You still listen to this stuff?”

“I’m a loyal fan of Yao Ming.”

Yao Ming? Chi Cheng was confused. What did basketball have to do with this?

“You like basketball too?”

Wu returned the pitying look. “Who said basketball Yao Ming? I mean composer Yao
Ming. Bet you’re clueless.”

Chi squinted. “There’s a composer named Yao Ming?”

As a fan, Wu was indignant his idol was ignored.

“Damn, you’re so out of touch. Don’t you know Yao Ming? ‘Qianmen Qingsi
Dawancha’? ‘Rap Facial Makeup’? National first-class composer! Receives State
Council stipend! And you’ve gotta have seen ‘Story of the Cook Squad’? Its theme
song’s by him. And the ‘Red Sorghum Model Team’ Zhao Benshan acted in? The songs
there are his too…”

For the first time in over twenty years, Chi Cheng was made to laugh.

He took the money box from the drawer, approached Wu, and raised his eyebrows.

“Keep going.”

Wu’s expression froze. Didn’t expect to get money back from city management.

“Go home.” Chi said.

Wu was surprised. “Really letting me go?”

“Disappear from my sight within a minute.”

Wu quickly left.

Right after he left, the team leader came in.

“You just let him go like that?”

Chi asked back, “What else?”

The team leader forced a smile. “I heard you’re good at messing with people. I was
looking forward to it.”

Chi lit a cigarette, not even glancing at him.

“I never mess with honest folks.”

“Is he honest? He dared throw porridge on you!”

Chi ignored him, walked around the team leader, picked up his little snake, and casually
strolled out the door.

CHAPTER 25
Jiang Xiaoshuai glanced outside. The first snow of winter had fallen, and his thick-soled
shoes scraped twice on the ground—it was really slippery. Tonight he wouldn’t go home;
he’d keep staying at the clinic.

Wu Suowei sat cross-legged on the single bed in the inner room, took a deep breath, and
slowly exhaled, murmuring to himself.

Jiang Xiaoshuai flicked Wu Suowei on the head. “What’re you doing?”

“Don’t mess around.” Wu grabbed Jiang’s restless hand. “I’m cultivating my

temperament, trying to understand wisdom.”

Jiang flipped Wu’s hand over. It was bruised and blue. Even though Wu said nothing,
Jiang knew he’d been bullied outside. But that was good—endurance was better than
being reckless. If he got angry, it meant he was finally reacting to the harm others did, no
longer just accepting it as normal.

After a long pause, Wu said, “I don’t want to be a vendor anymore.”

Jiang looked at him. “You feel it’s undignified? No social status? Not as respectable as
your old job?”

“No.” Wu sighed. “I did the math—one week, earned about 200 yuan total, but lost two
tricycles, two stainless steel pots, and three ladles. I ended up in the red.”

Couldn’t expect otherwise—only a week in, and already two things went wrong. Being a
vendor had risks.
“So what do you plan to do?” Jiang asked.

After some thought, Wu said, “Street performer.”

Jiang’s face twitched.

“I’ve thought it over. Being a vendor requires investment and inventory; risks are too
high. Street performers rely on a special skill and muscle—it’s all effort for money.”

Jiang grinned. “What skill do you have to sell?”

“Iron Head Skill!”

“…”

The cold underground passage was filled with warm bustling energy. A crowd gathered
thick around, three layers deep.

An old tape recorder blasted static-laden music at full volume.

“The blue-faced Dou Erdun stole the imperial horse, the red-faced Guan Gong fought in
Changsha, the yellow-faced Dian Wei, the white-faced Cao Cao, the black-faced Zhang
Fei — bang!…”

The voices were all from the tape, except the last “bang” was the crisp, real sound of a
brick hitting a head.

“Great!”

Cheers, screams, and kids crying in surprise came from the crowd.

Wu Suowei wore a face mask showing only his bright eyes, alertly scanning for the city
inspectors who might come at any moment.

There were already many broken bricks at his feet—bricks Wu had picked up and stuffed
into a bag. Beside him lay a cardboard box; every time someone tossed money in, Wu
would say thanks.

“Don’t go into the underground tunnel—it’s too cold and full of beggars,” the captain
told Chi Cheng.

Chi ignored him and walked straight in.

“The purple King carries the pagoda, the green demon fights the night warrior, the golden
monkey king, the silver monster, the gray elf, laugh—ha—bang!…”

The captain was puzzled. “Why so lively today?”

They reached the crowd. Chi was tall, and even standing at the edge, he could see clearly.
The captain, short, couldn’t get in and asked a nearby person, “What’s going on inside?”

“Performing Iron Head Skill,” the man answered, then turned back.

The captain remembered the fleeing vendor and scoffed, “Street dance isn’t popular these
days, but Iron Head Skill? Twice in one week I bump into it…”

Chi Cheng looked into the crowd. Those two dark shiny big eyes were unmistakable…
Finally caught you!

The captain was about to shout to disperse the crowd, but Chi made a hand gesture to
stop him.

At the performance’s peak, amid cheers and a flurry of paper bills, Wu Suowei got more
and more excited, unaware that two city inspectors had slipped into the crowd.

“Maybe some friends suspect my bricks are fake. How about someone come check…”
His eyes darted, suddenly fixing on a certain bald guy—Chi Cheng.

Wu pointed at him.

Chi smiled sharply, stepped out from the crowd amid expectant gazes.

“Please help check if this brick is fake…”

Before Wu could finish, Chi’s shiny uniform blinded him.

Chi jumped forward, grabbed Wu’s collar, and held him tight.

Wu grabbed a brick to hit his own head, hoping to scare Chi and assert dominance—but
the brick met Chi’s punch and shattered.

Wu’s lips trembled like he got shocked.

Chi raised his chin. “Come with me.”

 CHAPTER 26
Chi Cheng stayed less than a month at the Urban Management Bureau before his father
arranged for him to be transferred to the Public Security Department. The reason was that
Zhong Wenyu had heard about Chi Cheng being splashed with porridge by a vendor and
was so heartbroken she cried. She had been nagging Chi Yuanduan all along, saying the
urban management job was tough and had a bad reputation, and she didn’t want her son
stuck there. Chi Yuanduan eventually gave in to her persistence.

One day, when Chi Cheng was called home, Chi Yuanduan said:

“Those snakes of yours, I’ve got someone to take care of them. If you want to see them,
you have to behave yourself at work. Since you were little, I’ve never interfered with
your hobbies, and I don’t oppose your snake raising either—but it can only be a side job.
I don’t care how much money you make gambling on snakes; a stable official job is more
important than anything. Also, I’ve booked your wedding banquet for this time next year.
I’m giving you one year. If you don’t bring home a girlfriend, I’ll decide who you
marry.”

“Okay, as long as she’s not afraid of snakes,” Chi Cheng replied.

Chi Yuanduan became anxious. “Do you have to keep those things with you all the
time?”

Chi Cheng’s large, clearly knuckled hand gently and slowly stroked the small bundle in
his arms, showing obvious affection.

Zhong Wenyu advised Chi Yuanduan beside him: since their son doesn’t have a
girlfriend now, no matter what you say, he won’t listen. When he does get a girlfriend
and learns to cherish someone, he’ll naturally know what’s important.

Before leaving, Chi Yuanduan asked Chi Cheng again:

“The son of the Wang family, Wang Zhenlong, who is now paraplegic—does this have
anything to do with you?”

Wang Zhenlong’s father, Wang Jiacun, was from Shanxi originally, later doing business
in Beijing, earning some small money but never enough to satisfy his son’s wild antics.
Chi Yuanduan knew of this man because two years ago Wang Jiacun had asked Chi
Yuanduan’s subordinate to do some favors, so Chi Yuanduan had a vague impression.
Wang Zhenlong’s accident happened when Chi Cheng was present. Although all
investigations showed the traffic accident had nothing to do with Chi Cheng, Chi
Yuanduan still worried it was deliberate.

Chi Cheng responded coldly, “I don’t know any son of the Wang family.”
“Good if that’s true.”

At year’s end, with bonuses and red envelopes filling people’s wallets, theft rates soared.
The bureau set up an “anti-pickpocket squad” with a hundred plainclothes police on the
streets to catch thieves daily. Chi Cheng joined the squad shortly after arriving.

At first, no one saw Chi Cheng as a key player—he was a “second generation official”
with deep background. As long as he didn’t cause trouble, the leaders were content. But
unexpectedly, with a lazy stride, he caught more than a dozen thieves in less than half a
day. Spending lots of time with animals had sharpened Chi Cheng’s instincts; he could
tell a thief at a glance.

Thieves operated in groups, and the police worked in teams to catch them. They’d tackle
the thieves to the ground and cuff their hands. Only then was the thief truly caught.

Chi Cheng, however, acted alone.

One day, standing by a bus stop, his lazy gaze roamed until it settled on two young men.
Passengers were crowding onto the bus. One of the young men deliberately blocked the
door, drawing shoves and complaints, while the other used the chaos to slip a hand into a
woman’s coat pocket.

Just as he was about to succeed, his wrist was grabbed. He turned to see a grimacing face.

Once the bus started moving, everyone craned their necks to watch; the timid even felt
their legs weaken. Chi Cheng grabbed one arm and swung the thief, dragging him five
meters and scraping off half his face’s skin. The other thief, scared out of his mind, tried
to run but was slammed against an advertising board by Chi Cheng, losing two front
teeth.

Lately, there were many cases of colds and fevers; the clinic was nearly full, all patients
receiving IV drips. Jiang Xiaoshuai busily moved between patients, changing IV bags,
removing needles, prescribing medicine… while blocking out the wails of countless
children.

Wu Suowei idly flicked bottle caps nearby, practicing dexterity with his index and middle
fingers.

“Dawei, hand me a syringe.”

Jiang turned to get a vial, then noticed Wu hadn’t moved—still flicking the bottle cap.

“Hey, I said hand me a syringe. Didn’t you hear?”

Without looking up, Wu said, “It’s in the pocket of your white coat.”

Jiang felt doubtful but reached into his pocket and indeed found an unopened syringe.
Strange—he hadn’t seen Wu stand up or put anything in there. How did the syringe get
there?

Wu grinned mischievously. Looks like his skill was nearly mastered.

After work, Jiang asked, “Why do you keep playing with those bottle caps?”

“Want to make my two fingers more nimble.” Wu held out his right hand.

Jiang scoffed, “Playing tricks on yourself, huh?”

Wu blushed and punched Jiang lightly in the chest.

“Don’t talk nonsense. This is serious.”

Jiang narrowed his eyes. “What’s really going on?”

Wu whispered into Jiang’s ear, “I recently found a master with amazing skills. He took
many disciples in this area. We’re learning from him, and once we’re good, we give him
20% commission.”

Jiang immediately opposed, “Whatever you do, don’t steal!”

“What’s wrong with that?” Wu was unconcerned. “There are thieves everywhere. Isn’t
using public funds stealing taxpayers’ money? Isn’t being a mistress stealing someone
else’s husband? Haven’t you bought pirated CDs or read pirated novels?”

Jiang was speechless at Wu’s logic. He glanced at him; this guy was shameless.

“You really outdo me. I’ve never stooped to your level of shamelessness.”

“I’m robbing the rich to help the poor,” Wu said loudly.

Jiang snorted. “Who are you helping? I haven’t seen it.”

“Me!” Wu patted his chest. “I’m the poor one! I’ve decided not to steal from ordinary
people or migrant workers, only from the shameless—like those who cut in line, fare-
dodgers on the bus, public misbehavers, creepy men…”

“Tsk tsk,” Jiang raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like you’re playing the hero.”

Wu acted casual but had struggled with this decision for a while. He didn’t want to steal,
but it was year-end and everyone was getting bonuses. His mother still didn’t know he’d
quit. Being a vendor was honest money but he felt like a rat under constant watch. Plus,
the bald city inspector already recognized him; he couldn’t afford to be so exposed.

“I heard the area is cracking down on theft. Lots of cops on the streets,” Jiang reminded.

“Don’t worry.” Wu patted Jiang’s shoulder. “I work nights—they’re too tired to do night
shifts.”

Jiang still warned, “Better quit soon, don’t drag it out.”

“Got it.”

CHAPTER 27
That night, Wu Suowei sneaked out under cover of darkness.

To ensure nothing went wrong, he disguised himself carefully—replacing his cotton

jacket with a long down coat for easier concealment. His main focus was on his eyes and
bald head: he used tape to turn his double eyelids into single eyelids, making his eyes
appear smaller. Jiang Xiaoshuai happened to have a wig, which Wu put on, then covered
with a knitted hat, wrapping himself up tightly.

Wu Suowei boarded a bus.

There were few passengers now, almost everyone had a seat. His sharp eyes scanned the
surroundings, hunting for a target. As one passenger after another got off, he still hadn’t
found the right one. Some were too old, others had bowlegs he pitied. Finally, he spotted
a stylish, coquettish beauty and couldn’t help but glance twice—thus missing the chance.

“The last stop has arrived. Please swipe your cards and get off,” the announcement came.

Damn… it came so fast? Wu Suowei smacked his forehead in frustration. He couldn’t

waste time like this! He had to act quickly or dawn would break.

Wandering, he ended up on the pedestrian overpass.

He decided to wait here a while.

Lighting a cheap cigarette, sucking two drags, he watched the flowing traffic below,
feeling nostalgic. Once, he had dreamed of such a life. It didn’t matter to be busy or earn
little. Even a second-hand Xia Li car would do. Just driving it home to a light left on for
him—that was enough.

How did it come to this?

Wu Suowei took a deep breath and slapped his face hard, encouraging himself. “Cheer
up! Beautiful, glorious days are ahead! No time to be sad. Get moving!”

Just then, a figure appeared in his sight.

It was Chi Cheng on his night shift.

Actually, Chi Cheng wasn’t that responsible. He strolled out simply because he was
bored. Catching thieves wasn’t work, but a form of entertainment.

Before leaving, Chi Cheng had also dressed up. People at the bureau often said he looked
too much like a gangster, scaring away ordinary thieves. So he switched to a casual
cashmere coat, handmade knit hat, high-end leather bag, and even watched a movie on
his iPad while walking—exuding a leisurely urbanite vibe.

Still, he was targeted by Wu Suowei.

Damn! From afar he looked like that bald city inspector… Wu muttered quietly. Even his
walking style was the same, and that cocky swagger totally matched—he had to steal
from him!

Chi Cheng had just stepped onto the pedestrian bridge when he smelled a thief nearby.

Wu Suowei had already set an ambush.

Chi Cheng kept his eyes on the screen, seemingly unaware. Wu followed closely behind,
his dark eyes locked on the phone in Chi Cheng’s pocket. Suddenly, Chi Cheng’s foot
caught on something and he fell forward.

Wu Suowei helped steady Chi Cheng and, in less than two seconds, slipped the phone
from his pocket.

“Thanks.”

Chi Cheng’s deep gaze clashed with his stylish outfit.

Wu Suowei tried to stay calm. “You’re welcome.”

Turning to leave, his shoulder was suddenly grabbed tightly. Wu realized he’d been
caught! He spun around to fight desperately, but his flashy moves were no match—Chi
Cheng subdued him quickly.

“You’re faking a fall?” Wu gritted his teeth in accusation.

Chi Cheng sneered, “If you can fake helping, why can’t I fake falling?”
Wu’s teeth ground loudly. Suddenly, he flared, ramming his hard forehead into Chi
Cheng’s collarbone.

A dull pain surged through Chi Cheng, who grabbed Wu’s collar and lifted his face.

Three seconds of stunned silence froze them both.

“Why is it you again?” Chi Cheng asked first.

Wu recognized Chi Cheng too, secretly cursing, Damn! You’re everywhere! He bared his
teeth in displeasure, eyes hostile. “The police really bully people, huh? They even throw
pickpocket duty to the city inspectors now?”

Chi Cheng pulled out handcuffs, tapping them ominously on his wrist.

“I’m a cop now.”

Wu fell silent.

Chi Cheng peeled off the tape covering Wu’s eyelids, revealing his glossy black eyes,
then took off his hat and yanked off the wig, playing with it in his hand.

“Freelancer?” Chi Cheng glanced sideways at Wu. “Jack of all trades?”

Wu’s back was straight as ever. “Our country always encourages all-around
development, right?”

“Last time, I thought you were honest and let you go. This time, if I let you off again, it’d
feel like I’m looking down on you.”

Wu clenched his jaw, lips tight, his eyebrows twisted into a stubborn expression.

Chi Cheng smiled faintly. “You’ve got some backbone.”

With a snap, the handcuffs clicked shut.

“Let’s go.”

CHAPTER 28
Wu Suowei never expected Chi Cheng to punish him this way.
On the way back after being caught, Wu Suowei made all sorts of bad plans in his head:
getting beaten was inevitable, there’d definitely be a fine, maybe even detention. With the
New Year coming, this “year-end bonus” was definitely gone, and he wouldn’t even get
to go home. He could already picture his mother crying bitterly...

But none of that happened. Chi Cheng didn’t take him back to the police station at all;
instead, he locked him in a damp basement. During the day, he took Wu out to catch
thieves; at night, after meals and bathroom breaks, he handcuffed Wu to the bed until
dawn.

These days, Wu Suowei was miserable beyond words.

During the day, he worked himself to exhaustion helping Chi Cheng catch thieves,
needing to meet a quota or else he wouldn’t get fed. If the thieves were timid, fine; but if
they were tough, Wu also got beaten. None of this was the worst part—Wu didn’t mind
suffering—but the worst was that Chi Cheng just stood by doing nothing! Wu was
working his ass off, bleeding and bruised, and all Chi did was sit on the curb, puffing a
little cigarette and watching the show! And here I am busting my chops for you!

The nights were torture too.

Wu didn’t understand why Chi Cheng had rented such a hot, damp place. The first two
days were unbearable. He woke up several times every night, feeling like he was sleeping
in a giant steamer. As if the conditions weren’t bad enough, Chi Cheng also kept a huge
python there. Every time Wu woke, he would lock eyes with “Little Vinegar” — and
they’d stare at each other all night.

Snowflakes drifted thickly through the sky as Chi Cheng squatted on the roadside curb,
eyes locked on Wu.

Wu had lost even more weight. His pants hung loose, revealing the edge of pink
underwear. Sometimes when chasing thieves, his pant legs wore thin. Unable to hold it,
Wu pulled his pants up so hard that the outline of his private parts was visible.

Chi Cheng smirked mischievously, flicking ash that was half a knuckle long.

“Freeze!”

Wu swiftly lunged forward, his iron head smashing into the thief’s ribs, disabling him in
one move.

“Another one!”

He tossed the guy to Chi Cheng’s feet with flair.

Chi Cheng said evenly, “Pretty flashy…”

“What did you say?” Wu didn’t catch that.

Chi Cheng’s mocking gaze followed Wu’s wide waistband and he murmured, “Wearing
pink briefs — if that’s not selling it, what is?”

“Talking nonsense,” Wu’s eyes darkened further. “Mine are gray.”

Chi Cheng didn’t know Wu was colorblind and just thought he was hiding something.

Wu pulled his pants up, adjusted his cotton coat, and turned to leave.

“Wait.” Chi Cheng called.

Wu stopped, glancing sideways. “What else?”

Chi Cheng tapped the back of Wu’s head, flicking off snowflakes, and added:

“Your balls are pretty big too.”

Then he strode toward the bus stop, snow crunching underfoot.

Wu kicked the air at Chi Cheng’s retreating back several times, cursing him silently with
all sorts of insults. But he could only clench his mouth and swallow them down. My skills
are limited now; I can’t fix you! Just wait — one day, Old Wu will tame you, you little
demon!

Perhaps from exhaustion, Wu slept especially deeply that night.

“Little Vinegar” slithered out of Chi Cheng’s bed, slid onto Wu’s, curled around his neck
and back. Wu turned over; Little Vinegar took the chance to coil around again, wrapping
more than half of Wu’s body.

In the hot, damp room, Wu often pressed his body against the wall to cool down. The
cold snake coiled around him felt normal; he even wrapped an arm around it.

Chi Cheng noticed Little Vinegar had climbed off the bed but didn’t come up. He
switched on the bedside lamp and glanced over. Wu was wrapped up with only his head
visible, sleeping soundly, the snake’s head resting on his bald scalp, tail flicking before it
stilled.

Surprisingly harmonious.

The next morning, Chi Cheng unlocked Wu’s handcuffs and said lightly, “You can go.”

Wu was surprised. “Didn’t you say I had to catch 200 thieves before I could leave?”
“You can stay if you want.” Chi Cheng said.

Wu abruptly turned and strode toward the door.

A paper bag hit Wu’s head from behind. He reacted quickly, catching it and opening it to
find 10,000 yuan inside.

“Payment.” Chi Cheng said.

This time, Wu didn’t stand tall, proud and aloof. Instead, he grasped the money tightly,
gave Chi Cheng a meaningful look, and clearly said three words:

“Just earned it.”

CHAPTER 29
Before long, the New Year arrived. Wu Suowei was going back home to stay for a while.
Before leaving, he handed five thousand yuan to Jiang Xiaoshuai.
“Here’s the money I borrowed earlier, I’m paying you back.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t take it.

“That’s all? What’s the rush?”

“Take it,” Wu Suowei insisted, shoving the money at him.

“It’s unlucky to go into the New Year in debt.”

Wu Suowei used the other five thousand yuan to buy himself some clothes. After living
on the streets for months, his clothes were in terrible shape. Passing by the middle-aged
and elderly clothing store, he also picked out a piece for his mother.

Wu’s mother treasured that piece of clothing. She rarely wore it, only putting it on briefly
when relatives came to visit during the New Year. She would tell everyone,
“This jacket was bought by my son — a brand name! His workplace gave him a year-end
bonus, and he thought of me right away, going out and buying this.”

Every time Wu Suowei heard that, he felt a sharp pang in his heart.

He suddenly realized that when he had a decent job and a steady income, he had never
once bought anything for his mother. And now, the first gift he gave her was bought with
money he “earned” in this way.

Wu Suowei’s hair had grown a bit, short and black, adding a few degrees of rugged
masculinity.
His eldest sister praised him, “Hey, brother, how did you get so handsome? I hardly
recognize you.”

His second sister came back and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Last year when I came
home, you were just a big potato sitting by the kang, fat and dumb. How did you become
so stylish in less than a year?”

Even his eldest sister’s daughter, Wu Suowei’s niece, stared at him nonstop.

“Uncle, do you have a girlfriend? Is that why you care so much about your looks...?”

Could I tell you that when I had a girlfriend, I never cared about looks — fat and dumb
all the way? Wu Suowei thought angrily. When my looks and charm come up, I’ll still be
single!

Sometimes, life just goes against what you think.

Back at the clinic, Wu Suowei started making plans for the new year. Because he stayed
there every day, he noticed there was one patient who came daily — the one he called
“the guy with shit growing in his eyes,” Guo Chengyu. He never seemed anxious to get
treated, always last in line, always yielding his place to other patients. He would sit
leisurely on the side, smoking, watching the elegant white coat dance gracefully in the
room.

Once, Wu Suowei was washing his hands in the restroom and overheard Jiang Xiaoshuai
say to Guo Chengyu:

“If I didn’t make the first move on you, you wouldn’t even bother trying. No chance!”

Later, after Guo Chengyu left, Wu Suowei asked Jiang Xiaoshuai, “What exactly is his
illness? He comes here every day...”

“Brain damaged!” Jiang Xiaoshuai replied.

Wu Suowei was silent for a moment, then asked,

“How old are you this year, Xiaoshuai?”

“Twenty-nine.”

Wu Suowei probed, “Still no girlfriend?”

“Never had one.”

“No way!” Wu Suowei was shocked. “You have such great conditions and still no
girlfriend? So where’d your relationship experience come from? Self-taught?”
Jiang Xiaoshuai calmly glanced at Wu Suowei.
“I like men.”

A thunderclap exploded in Wu Suowei’s head, shaking his strong brain into numbness.

Jiang Xiaoshuai smiled faintly,

“So? Regret living with me now?”

Wu Suowei, still shaken, shook his head,

“No, just a bit confused.”

“What’s confusing?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei’s chin rested on the table, his puzzled eyes staring at the white wall, leaving
Jiang Xiaoshuai only a side profile. Jiang noticed Wu’s facial contours had changed —
not just thinner, but his features significantly sharper. Especially around his brows and
eyes, possibly from repeated bumps on his forehead, his eyebrows had changed from soft
curves to distinct angles, the skin between tighter, and the eye lines improved — his
entire face’s temperament was elevated.

“What’s so attractive about men? They have all the same parts as you. Their bodies are
hard and flat; their voices are deep. Women are better — curves everywhere, where you
touch, there it is. Also, how do you solve the physical needs? You can’t do that with a
man, can you...?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked,

“Why not?”

“He doesn’t have that part ready-made! Where do you stick it in?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai used his hands to demonstrate — fists closed with a gap in the middle,
implying the buttocks. Then he slid his right index finger through the gap, mimicking the
action.

Wu Suowei stepped back three feet, horrified.

“Wouldn’t it get loose and leaky after that?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed and pounded the table,

“Do you leave your asshole open every time you poop?”

“But you don’t have to go in and out, back and forth, when pooping, right?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai almost vomited.

“Enough! Change the topic.”
“...”

CHAPTER 30
With the unit on year-end holiday, Chi Cheng had more free time, and these days he went
mostly to nightclubs.

One night, he happened to run into a high school classmate, Fang Xin. They had been
close back then, but Fang Xin went abroad and they hadn’t contacted each other for
years. Only that night did Chi Cheng learn Fang Xin worked in the traffic management
department. Sitting together drinking with an old friend after so many years brought on
many feelings.

“Why did your dad put you in a grassroots department? Tough and tiring work, overtime
all the time…” Fang Xin asked.

Chi Cheng replied nonchalantly, “Because he doesn’t like me.”

“Oh… By the way, where’s Xiaoyu now? I heard you two are still really close.”

Mentioning Guo Chengyu made Chi Cheng’s pupils darken instantly. The room was
dimly lit; Fang Xin couldn’t sense the change and kept babbling nostalgically.

“I remember in high school you and Xiaoyu were stuck together every day. You even
chased a pair of twins, swapping back and forth, not caring whose was whose. Later
Wang Shuo transferred to our school and joined your group. Wang Shuo was quiet, loved
playing with snakes, often hiding them in his sleeves at school. By the way, what
happened to Wang Shuo? Since graduating, I haven’t seen him…”

Chi Cheng’s gaze turned cold and sharp enough to almost cut a piece out of Fang Xin’s
face.

“Traffic cop, huh?” Chi Cheng asked.

Fang Xin’s throat tightened inexplicably. “It’s so-so.”

“After the new year, I’ll come be your partner.”

Chi Cheng said that, gripped Fang Xin’s neck from behind hard, then strode out of the
private room.

Fang Xin’s neck felt broken; it took him a long time to lift his head.
Outside the nightclub, Chi Cheng stood tall by the entrance. He lit a cigarette; the blue
flame illuminated his chiseled, sharp features. The wind was strong; he shielded the
flame with his large palm. Sparks flickered from the cigarette tip, his cheek muscles
tightened powerfully, and a plume of smoke slowly spread around his rugged lips.

Across from him, Yue Yue gazed, mentally cursing. This was a real man! None of those
flashy pretty boys or effeminate heartthrobs could compare. She loved his short, fine
black stubble, his sinewy muscles, and his unchanging grey clothes…

She had been obsessing over him for half a month — thinking of him from her sickbed to
her doorstep, thinking while eating, thinking while sleeping, never stopping. Yue Yue felt
crazy. She had never been struck by a man at first sight, never been this obsessed. These
days, she wandered this street wearing nothing but black stockings below, braving the
biting north wind, desperately staking out this spot.

Today, she finally saw her man.

From the moment Chi Cheng lit his cigarette, he noticed Yue Yue.

After years of running wild, Chi Cheng could tell immediately who wanted to hook up or
sleep with him.

Yue Yue stood by his car, her white jade-like hand reaching toward her ear,
unconsciously touching her earlobe. Her seductive gaze lingered on Chi Cheng’s burly
figure.

“Healed?” Chi Cheng asked.

Yue Yue was overjoyed inside, but kept a coquettish smile on her face.

“You remember me?”

Chi Cheng’s deep gaze fixed briefly on her, a simple response.

Yue Yue slipped her hand inside her wide collar and slowly adjusted her bra strap.

“Aren’t you cold wearing so little?” Chi Cheng asked.

Yue Yue grabbed Chi Cheng’s wrist; her icy fingertips traced the blue veins on his hand.

“Of course it’s cold standing outside.”

Chi Cheng was straightforward: “There’s a python in my car.”

Yue Yue shivered, but thinking of having suffered the cold for days and almost running
away because of one snake, she decided it wasn’t worth it. Hesitating less than three
seconds, she pulled Chi Cheng’s hand and said, “I like snakes too.”

Chi Cheng opened the back door and threw Yue Yue inside.

Yue Yue thought the python would be in a glass case, but it was coiled right on the back
seat. The moment she fell back, the cold, rough body slid over her bare skin, making her
face twist in discomfort.

Chi Cheng drove calmly in front.

Yue Yue touched Little Cucupao’s wriggling body with her goosebump-covered hand
and forced a smile.
“So cute. I really like it.”

At the clinic, Wu Suowei finished showering and came out naked. Jiang Xiaoshuai sat
not far from him.

“Sorry, I forgot you like men.”

Saying this, Wu Suowei hurried back to the bathroom; his firm, toned buttocks jiggled
with his hips’ movement.

Jiang Xiaoshuai held his forehead. Are you avoiding me or purposely flirting?

When Wu Suowei came out again, they talked about future plans. He was done with
shady business. After spending a few days with his old mother at home, his conscience
was clear again. He planned to start from the basics, work honestly for two years, even if
it meant doing hard labor. Once he gained enough experience and savings, then he could
think about entrepreneurship.

“Oh, by the way, can you drive?”

Right after asking, Jiang Xiaoshuai regretted it — Wu Suowei was colorblind; how could
he get a driver’s license?

Unexpectedly, Wu Suowei answered enthusiastically,

“Yes! Can you help me get a driver job? Driving taxis, hauling goods, whatever.”

“There is one,” Jiang Xiaoshuai hesitated. “My cousin’s electronics factory needs a
delivery driver. He called me a few days ago asking for help…”

“What are you waiting for?” Wu Suowei slapped the table. “I’m your guy!”
Jiang Xiaoshuai looked uneasy. “Do you have a license?”

“No, but I drive well. Back in high school, I helped my uncle drive to sell watermelons.”

“What if you get caught?” Jiang Xiaoshuai worried. “You’ve been having enough bad
luck lately. I advise you not to risk it.”

“Bad luck is because of that bald bastard! Without him, none of those things would’ve
happened! I don’t believe that guy can jump from city management to police and then
traffic cop just because of my illegal driving! Does he think public security is his family
business? He can transfer wherever he wants…”

Wu Suowei spoke passionately, full of swagger. Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t want to

discourage him, so he nodded in agreement.

CHAPTER 31
It was just past eight in the morning when Wu Suowei drove the truck out of the
electronics factory.

After the Spring Festival, migrant workers flooded back into the capital, and the roads
that had just cleared up got congested again. At a traffic light intersection, Wu Suowei
watched the signal change colors multiple times but still couldn’t cross to the other side.

He kept his eyes on the car next to him. Unable to distinguish the colors of the traffic
lights himself, he just followed the other driver.

In no time, Chi Cheng was transferred again to the traffic management department. He no
longer needed to stand on street posts but only had to patrol the streets and manage traffic
during rush hour. Today was his first official day on the job, wearing his uniform and
looking imposing. He stood at the intersection, casually scanning around, and no driver
dared to cause trouble.

Wu Suowei’s truck inched forward on this section, less than two hundred meters from the
traffic light. He estimated two more rounds and it would be his turn. His hands gripped
the steering wheel tightly, eyes fixed on the car beside him, silently repeating in his mind:
be careful, don’t run the red light...

Suddenly, Wu Suowei caught sight of a familiar figure and his heart jumped. Damn! No
way… The more he looked, the more it resembled that bald guy. His pupils focused to get
a better look, but Chi Cheng disappeared into the flow of traffic. Wu Suowei patted his
chest, quietly comforting himself.
Impossible. Must be a hallucination. How could it be such a coincidence? Every time it’s
him!

It’s probably the psychological shadow left by the first two times, making me see bald
guys everywhere!

Just then, the car beside him moved forward. Wu Suowei pressed the accelerator and
followed, crossing the street.

The first violator appeared, bringing a red light of hope to the cash-strapped traffic police,
who eagerly rushed to Wu Suowei’s truck to issue fines.

“What did I do?” Wu Suowei protested.

A traffic officer pointed upwards, “You ran a red light.”

“No way!” Wu Suowei rebutted loudly, “I crossed together with the car beside me!”

This earned a shout, “He ran the red light!”

Wu Suowei looked ahead and saw the car that he had been following surrounded by
several traffic officers.

Why am I so bad at judging? Even the car I’m following is a violator!

“Why do you watch other cars instead of the traffic light?”

“Have you been drinking?”

“Get out of the car and show your driver’s license!”

Wu Suowei clenched his fists, eyes like nails driven into his soul, carrying a tragic,
desperate determination.

A gap suddenly appeared in the traffic ahead. Wu Suowei slammed the accelerator.

“Brother Chi, there’s a guy violating traffic rules and resisting enforcement.”

Chi Cheng’s gaze shifted as Wu Suowei was trying to flee.

Chi Cheng took several quick strides, threw his baton spinning rapidly through the air,
fiercely aiming at the rear windshield of Wu Suowei’s truck. Before Wu Suowei could
react, there was a bang—an unknown flying object hit the passenger seat, and shards of
broken glass scattered everywhere.
Wu Suowei’s hands and feet went icy cold; caught off guard, he slammed on the brakes.

A strong figure flashed into view.

Seeing Chi Cheng’s face, Wu Suowei almost smashed headfirst into the windshield.

Damn damn damn damn damn you!!!

What the hell did I do to you in a past life?

I humbly sold goods, you as city management ruined my stall! I struggled as an artist,
you schemed against me! I went rogue as a thief, you changed jobs to police and I stole
from you! I tried to turn over a new leaf as a driver, you waved your baton to block me…

And WHY does all this happen on the very first day of my new job?!?!

Can’t it be any other day?!

Let me have two days of glory, can’t you?!

Chi Cheng acted like he didn’t even know Wu Suowei, strictly business.

“Fine. Pay the fine or assist enforcement. Pick one.”

Is there even a choice? Wu Suowei had no cash at all, so he got out quickly.

Nobody expected what task Chi Cheng would assign Wu Suowei next. Wu Suowei even
considered killing him.

Chi Cheng somehow found two masks—one red, one green—and told Wu Suowei to
stand on the sidewalk. When the red light was on, wear the red mask; when the green
light was on, wear the green mask.

For colorblind Wu Suowei, this was a huge challenge!

Fearing Chi Cheng would discover his vision problem and punish him harder, Wu
Suowei memorized firmly: the green mask is for the left hand, the red mask for the right,
and he judged the light by the walking or standing figure on the pedestrian signal.

The whole day, Wu Suowei stood at the intersection switching masks, enduring countless
disdainful and mocking looks.

His mind echoed a single mnemonic:

"When the little man walks, raise the left hand;
When the little man stops, raise the right hand..."

Chi Cheng’s deep black eyes studied Wu Suowei, puzzled. Why do I always catch this
guy? He can’t be doing it on purpose, right? Does he want me to put him under? But
judging by that cynical, self-righteous look, doesn’t seem like it!

As darkness fell, it was time for the traffic police shift change.

Seeing Wu Suowei was exhausted, Chi Cheng waved him off.

Wu Suowei’s arms were numb.

Just as Chi Cheng was about to “check in” on Wu Suowei, a sweet, syrupy voice floated
over. Without looking, Chi Cheng knew it was the lately favored Yue Yue. Nearby traffic
officers drooled, “No wonder she’s an official’s daughter, even the goddess comes to
breathe his exhaust!”

“Why are you here?” Chi Cheng asked casually.

Yue Yue answered deliberately, “I was afraid you’d finish work and not catch anyone.”

Wu Suowei froze in the wind, pupils glowing a faint purple, like the grim reaper
possessed him.

He saw Yue Yue, saw her hugging Chi Cheng’s arm, saw her tiptoe to plant a kiss on his
cheek.

He also heard the cheering of the officers around.

Suddenly, Wu Suowei understood why Chi Cheng always made things difficult for him.

So that was the fatal blow!

Wu Suowei didn’t shout or curse, but calmly walked toward his truck.

This grudge won’t go unavenged!

CHAPTER 32
The ballpoint pen flew swiftly between his slender fingers, his legs crossed with style and
flair. Jiang Xiaoshuai was thoroughly enjoying the blissful days without any harassment
from Guo Chengyu. Ever since he had uttered that harsh ultimatum, Guo Chengyu
seemed to have truly given up—several days passed without a single visit to “seek
treatment,” which made Jiang Xiaoshuai quite delighted.

Just then, a fierce spirit drifted into the clinic.

Jiang Xiaoshuai turned to look, startled to see Wu Suowei with dark circles around his
eyes, cloudy eyeballs, a vacant gaze, and heavy steps… even carrying an air of resigned
fatalism.

“What’s wrong? Another mess?”

From Jiang Xiaoshuai’s use of “another,” one could tell even he was suspicious of how
frequently Wu Suowei got into trouble.

Wu Suowei shook his head and silently walked into the bedroom, slamming the door
shut.

Jiang Xiaoshuai grew a bit worried. Normally, Wu Suowei had gotten into trouble more
than once or twice, but every time he came back, it was with a harsh scolding that passed
within two hours. He had never been shut inside like this before. This time looked
serious. Jiang Xiaoshuai knocked lightly on the door and gently called out, “Dawei,
what’s going on? Come out, let’s talk.”

No response.

“Don’t play dumb! Get out here, now! Cry or yell, at least make some noise!” Jiang
Xiaoshuai was getting anxious.

Wu Suowei replied lightly, “Nothing’s wrong.”

There must be something wrong! Jiang Xiaoshuai twisted the doorknob, only to find it
locked from inside. He remembered the key was in the drawer and hurried to search for
it.

“Doctor Jiang, please stop the bleeding quickly! His arm was cut by glass.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked up and saw a familiar, yet irritating figure at the door—a tall man
with a buzz cut, slanted eyes, and a lively yet clear smile. His arm was indeed injured,
covered with one hand, blood dripping all the way down, the metallic smell sharply
irritating Jiang Xiaoshuai’s nostrils.

Jiang Xiaoshuai stood still with a cold expression.

Li Wang urged impatiently, “Come on, Doctor Jiang, hurry up! That’s real blood! You
don’t just ignore injuries, do you?” He threw a thick stack of money onto the table.
Yes, a stack of money, at least a hundred thousand yuan.

Jiang Xiaoshuai walked straight to the consultation desk and sat down.

Li Wang leaned close to Guo Chengyu’s ear, “See? Who doesn’t recognize money these
days? Stop acting like a pure flower.”

Guo Chengyu didn’t respond, obediently stretching out his arm.

After treating Guo Chengyu’s wound, Jiang Xiaoshuai raised his chin. “Lie down on the
bed inside, prepare for the injection.”

At the command, Guo Chengyu remained motionless, staring straight at Jiang Xiaoshuai,
while his cohorts retreated first.

Jiang Xiaoshuai prepared the medicine outside and entered the inner room. What he saw
made his blood boil.

Guo Erliuzi had pulled his pants down to his knees, his privates fully exposed, right in
Jiang Xiaoshuai’s line of sight. There was no shame or attempt to hide his lewd
intentions—he shamelessly flaunted and bragged.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s gaze lingered only two seconds before deliberately looking away.

“Turn over!” Jiang Xiaoshuai ordered.

Guo Chengyu still faced Jiang Xiaoshuai, unmoving.

Jiang Xiaoshuai squeezed the air from the syringe. “If you want me to inject right into
your dick, I have no objection.”

Guo Chengyu smirked, “Doctor Jiang, you’re quite bold.”

“Enough with the smart talk, get out!” Jiang Xiaoshuai shouted.

Finally, Guo Chengyu received a scolding and proudly lay face down on the bed.

Jiang Xiaoshuai mercilessly injected the needle.

“Ah—!”

Outside the door, one of the cohorts grinned, “Damn, already some action?”

Li Wang had three dark lines on his forehead. “If I’m not mistaken, that should be Guo’s
voice, right?”
…

After the injection, Guo Chengyu dawdled a bit until Li Wang pushed the door open.

“Guozi, Ma Er called. Says there’s an emergency, wants you to come over.”

Guo Chengyu didn’t dare delay, got up, and walked toward the door.

Clatter clatter…

A stack of bills flew toward the door along with him, several piles landing on Li Wang,
mixed with a fifty-yuan note.

Jiang Xiaoshuai shook the three bills in his hand.

“I’m taking this fool’s money. Go on, no seeing you off.”

Guo Chengyu threw a mocking glance at Li Wang, who awkwardly twisted his mouth.

After Guo Chengyu left, Jiang Xiaoshuai turned to the bedroom. Wu Suowei had come
out unknown when and stood by the door, staring at him intently, his eyes complicated.

Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly felt awkward. “How long have you been standing there?”

Wu Suowei didn’t answer but walked directly in front of Jiang Xiaoshuai. His black,
shiny eyes emitted a strange glow, making Jiang Xiaoshuai break out in cold sweat.

After a long silence, Wu Suowei suddenly spoke.

“How do you do it?”

“Huh?” Jiang Xiaoshuai was confused.

Wu Suowei continued, “He likes you, right? He comes here so often to see you because
he wants to pursue you, right? The injury on his arm was just to get close to you, right?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai thought Wu Suowei’s strange mood was due to being hurt and coming
back to witness such an absurd relationship, so he patted his shoulder kindly and
explained, “You misunderstood, me and him…”

“Teach me!” Wu Suowei suddenly grabbed Jiang Xiaoshuai’s hand.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was even more bewildered, “Teach you what?”

“How to catch a man.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai thought he misheard and double-checked, “Catch a man?”

Wu Suowei’s eyes suddenly lit up as if inspired by a flash of revenge. He dragged Jiang

Xiaoshuai into the inner room and poured out all his experiences, sharing his thoughts
too.

Anger flickered across Jiang Xiaoshuai’s handsome face.

“That woman’s damn despicable!”

Wu Suowei gritted his teeth, “I thought about it—better to hurt two than one! Making
Yue Yue change her mind is too hard, even if I got her back, that bald guy wouldn’t lose
much—he could find another. But if I catch him, it’s different. Yue Yue would be upset,
and that bald guy would be hurt that I tricked him…”

“Wait a second,” Jiang Xiaoshuai interrupted, holding up a finger. “Don’t you think
chasing that bald guy is even harder than making Yue Yue come back?”

“Who said I want to chase him?” Wu Suowei sneered, “I’m fishing him, letting him
chase me.”

Damn, bro, you’ve gone from zero to hero overnight!

Jiang Xiaoshuai admired him in his heart but also felt completely troubled.

Wu Suowei kept fantasizing, “Imagine if he, like Guozi, would even risk blood to get
close to me, how satisfying that would be!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai cupped his hands, “Sir, stop joking around. I need to pack and go home.”

Wu Suowei quickly stood and blocked Jiang Xiaoshuai, his smile gone, suddenly serious.

“Xiaoshuai, I’m not joking. You won’t understand my pain unless you see with your own
eyes the woman you loved for seven years kissing another man!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai mentally retorted, That pain is nothing! Back then, I was almost played
to the point of jumping into the river!

After a long silence, Jiang Xiaoshuai spoke first.

“Do you know him?”

Wu Suowei shook his head, “I don’t even know his name.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai calmly said, “Then let’s spend two weeks investigating this person—his
background, emotional history, personality, hobbies... all aspects, using all channels.”
“I agree on that—don’t fight battles without confidence. But two weeks is too long, right?
I can’t waste two weeks doing nothing but this.”

“Who said it’s only this?” Jiang Xiaoshuai’s tone hardened. “You do whatever you need
to do. This is just entertainment, got it? You still have to work, and even harder than
before! Remember, whether attracting men or women, self-improvement is key.”

Wu Suowei’s gaze was firm. “I understand.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai scratched his head, then thought of something else.

“Your image isn’t much of a problem now. You need to work on your personal charisma.
Charisma isn’t about copying others acting cool or stylish. It’s about forming your own
style. Right now, your personality is chaotic and erratic—sometimes soft, sometimes
hard. You need to organize it and develop your own ‘Wu Suowei style.’”

“Own style...” Wu Suowei mumbled.

Jiang Xiaoshuai put his hand on Wu Suowei’s forehead, looking firmly into his shiny
black eyes.

“Remember, maximize the advantage of those eyes.”

CHAPTER 33
Chi Cheng sat on the sofa, his little “jealous bun” curled up sound asleep in his arms.

He’d turned off his phone early this morning, too lazy to listen to Yue Yue’s nagging. In
his mind, love was just a fierce collision of sex and passion. Domestic trivialities and
slow-burning relationships didn’t appeal to him; watching his little jealous bun sleep felt
warmer and more comforting.

Gangzi came in and said, “We’ve pretty much searched all the snake farms around here.
Even the rare species are only one or two each, all kept separately, so they can’t really
handle so many types of pet snakes. What do you think? Did the old man get rid of those
snakes?”

Chi Cheng answered clearly, “He wouldn’t dare.”

“So, do we keep looking?”

“Yes, we have to check the private snake farms too.”

“Those huge snake farms can’t support them, how could private farms have them?”

Chi Cheng gave him a cool glance. “Then how come I can keep so many snakes in just a
few bungalows?”

You’re just throwing money at it without caring about returns. Besides you, who else has
the time and resources to raise so many precious but commercially useless ‘snake
grandpas’?

Gangzi wanted to argue but didn’t dare, so he shut up obediently.

Two weeks flew by, and Wu Suowei had basically figured out Chi Cheng’s background:
28 years old, second-generation official, father Chi Yuanduan was municipal secretary-
general at the department level. Chi Cheng loved keeping snakes and was nicknamed
“Snake Lord.” One of his favorites was a green tree python called “Little Jealous Bun.”
His love life was rich and complicated—he dated both men and women with no fixed
partner.

“From photos, this guy has thick facial hair, shiny black body hair, a high nose bridge,
sharp eyes, broad palms, and especially long middle fingers… All signs show he has a
strong libido, excellent kidney function, well-developed sexual organs—he’s a rare brave
warrior among men.”

Wu Suowei seriously noted this on his computer.

Jiang Xiaoshuai cleared his throat and tentatively asked, “Do you have any thoughts on
that?”

Wu Suowei answered with just two words, “Pretty good.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai pursed his lips. “That’s all?”

Wu Suowei asked back, “What else?”

Faced with a straight man, Jiang Xiaoshuai hesitated.

“Well… here’s the thing… He’s pretty casual in relationships—basically, anyone

qualified who’s interested is nearly welcomed. I think you have some hope of catching
him, but what comes after is harder to deal with. You get what I mean?”

Wu Suowei nodded vaguely.

Jiang Xiaoshuai impatiently tapped his forehead and said bluntly, “If you two really get
together, or there’s a chance, and he asks for certain… physiological things, do you think
you can be the active one who controls that?”

In other words, do you think you can be the top?

Wu Suowei showed a cautious expression. “Hard to say.”

“Alright then,” Jiang Xiaoshuai knocked the table. “Let’s go meet him. We’ve planned
long enough; it’s time to act.”

They changed clothes and headed out excitedly.

It was Chi Cheng’s day off today. Early morning, he left the city with Gangzi to search
for hidden snake nests in the suburbs.

The first rain of spring still carried ice shards, making the roads slippery. Gangzi didn’t
dare drive fast. Chi Cheng leaned back in the back seat, eyes half-closed, hard to tell if he
was asleep or deep in thought.

A vehicle blocked the way; Gangzi impatiently honked.

Chi Cheng opened his eyes slightly and looked out the window. Ahead was a slope, and a
motorcycle was struggling to get up it; the driver was pushing from behind. The cold,
slippery road made the rider’s feet slip repeatedly. Just when he was about to reach the
top—less than two meters—the vehicle slid back as Gangzi honked non-stop. Gangzi had
to move aside, but the whole car slid down, ruining their previous efforts.

Gangzi was unconcerned, “Clear the way for me and I’ll get through.”

The car successfully went up the slope. Chi Cheng glanced outside again and suddenly
told Gangzi to stop.

Gangzi was obedient and didn’t ask unnecessary questions.

Chi Cheng’s gaze fixed outside—there was Wu Suowei again, soaked from head to toe,
his knuckles gripping the car roof with clear bone joints. His legs kept kicking back, teeth
clenched tight; after a few steps, he panted heavily. He stopped to rest, pressing his
forehead and shoulder hard to prevent the car from sliding.

Countless cars passed by, but on such a cold day, no one wanted to get out and help.
But Chi Cheng, indifferent even under blazing sun, wasn’t the kind to ignore things that
didn’t hurt others—an extremely cold and detached person. Today, he actually opened
the door and got out.

Wu Suowei’s lips curved into a faint, barely noticeable smile.

CHAPTER 34
Chi Cheng didn’t really mean to help; he just walked over to Wu Suowei and watched
him with his eyes.

“Big Iron Head?”

Wu Suowei’s feet slipped, almost tumbling down the slope with the truck.

“What did you call me?” Wu Suowei asked.

Chi Cheng casually spat out three syllables, “Big—I—ron—Head.”

Wu Suowei’s bright eyes flickered with annoyance, but he controlled it well. No showing
emotions — that was Jiang Xiaoshuai’s advice. “Big Iron Head” it was. Having a
nickname was better than not even remembering your name.

Pushing hard uphill, Wu Suowei furrowed his brows, clenched his teeth, and sweat
poured down. Just a small step, but it was exhausting.

A spectator suddenly spoke up, “What’s the point of struggling like that?”

How could there be no point? Wu Suowei thought. I tricked you off the truck to suffer
with me—how could that not be worth it? After some self-entertainment, he shouted and
forced himself to inch forward.

“You say you have nothing… so why are you still struggling so hard?”

Wu Suowei, gasping, glared at Chi Cheng, “If you’re not helping, don’t get in the way.”

He kept working hard, accompanied by grunting sounds.

“Move aside.” Chi Cheng suddenly said.

Wu Suowei didn’t hear and kept struggling stubbornly.

Chi Cheng simply pulled Wu Suowei aside, planted his strong arm against the truck roof,
and effortlessly pushed it up. Less than five seconds later, it was done. Then he dusted off
his sleeves and didn’t even glance at Wu Suowei, walking straight back to the car.

Wu Suowei froze for a moment. He thought Chi Cheng came just to watch him fail, not
expecting help—but who would have thought he actually helped.

A minute later, Jiang Xiaoshuai crawled out from under a plastic tarp in the greenery.

Wu Suowei asked him, “Did you see clearly?”

“Couldn't be clearer.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai had never done something so humiliating—hiding under a plastic tarp to
spy, and his gaze had landed right on Chi Cheng’s crotch. Those firm legs and the big
bulge between them made his throat burn.

“So?” Wu Suowei asked, “Do you think I can dominate him?”

When looking at photos, Jiang Xiaoshuai still held a sliver of hope, but after seeing the
real person, all thoughts vanished.

“Rest in peace.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai patted Wu Suowei’s shoulder.

Wu Suowei started coming into contact with snakes while investigating Chi Cheng, but
after that he realized snake farming was a livelihood. If done well, it could make one rich;
if not, it could bankrupt a family. He visited many snake farms initially to understand
snakes better, but gradually he began to focus on the farmers’ yields and breeding
techniques. His interest grew, and eventually, he stayed at one farm as an apprentice.

During the day, Wu Suowei did odd jobs at the snake farm and learned snake farming
skills. After work, he’d go back to the clinic to shower, change into clean clothes, then
hang around outside the traffic management bureau.

For several days, whenever Chi Cheng left the bureau building, he would see Wu Suowei
wearing a black shirt, jeans, a baseball cap, and smoking a small cigarette, strolling
leisurely outside.

Whenever Chi Cheng appeared, Wu Suowei’s gaze would lock onto him immediately.

It was a strange, unfathomable look—measuring, spying, provoking… At first glance it

seemed deliberate, but looking closer, it was casual. If you thought he was looking at
you, then caught each other’s eyes, you’d find his gaze unfocused, scattered, impossible
to catch. When you looked away, a strong light would scorch your cheek and ear, even
your throat would burn.

Chi Cheng never asked directly, “Are you here to find me?” In fact, whenever he stepped
closer to Wu Suowei, Wu Suowei would put on an attitude of avoidance.

Then, he’d continue to watch Chi Cheng walk down the stairs, his dark eyes following
every step of the polished shoes, finally watching him walk toward the parking lot and
drive away.

CHAPTER 35
That night, Chi Cheng was working the late shift. By the time he got back, it was already
past ten. The cloudy night was as dark as if painted with ink; in places without
streetlights, you couldn’t see a thing.

Chi Cheng got out of the car. There were very few people around — no one could stand
the March night wind in Beijing, so everyone hurried home, hunched over and tucking
their necks.

Pa—pa—

A steady sound of a bouncing basketball reached his ears.

He glanced sideways. On the basketball court east of the building, someone was still
dribbling and shooting. Under the streetlight, shadows stretched and shrank, but nothing
hid that short crew cut. His knees bent, calf muscles tensed like a straight line, and his
raised buttocks were firm. Chi Cheng had heard people say men with that kind of butt
had very strong sexual desire.

The two legs moved forward alternately. He leapt up, and the ball went cleanly through
the hoop.

Wu Suowei wasn’t good at much else, but he was pretty good at basketball. Back then, it
was watching him on the court that made Yue Yue willingly throw herself into his arms.

The ball bounced on the ground a few times and reached another person’s hand.

Wu Suowei shouted, “Throw the ball over!”

Chi Cheng came walking over with the ball. Wu Suowei reached out to grab it, but Chi
Cheng feinted and got around him, slamming a beautiful dunk. Wu Suowei clenched his
teeth in jealousy. Because of his height, no matter how good his jump was, he couldn’t
dunk. Angry, he took a stance to challenge one-on-one, his dark eyes glaring fiercely.
The air around them filled with fierce energy; adrenaline surged.

Chi Cheng threw the ball to Wu Suowei. Wu Suowei dribbled with his back turned, his
butt occasionally brushing against Chi Cheng’s crotch. Chi Cheng blocked with his long
arms. Wu Suowei faked repeatedly, and taking advantage of Chi Cheng’s missed balance,
suddenly turned to shoot and scored from inside. Chi Cheng responded without
hesitation, stepping outside the three-point line and shooting a jump shot; the ball flew
high and landed steadily through the hoop.

They played like crazy.

At a perfect shooting opportunity, Chi Cheng’s hand slipped slightly; the ball hit the
backboard and bounced out.

While Chi Cheng went to retrieve the ball, Wu Suowei bent down to tie his shoelaces.

When Chi Cheng came back, he just happened to see Wu Suowei’s raised butt. On
impulse, he tossed the ball, hitting those two mounds perfectly. Wu Suowei lunged
forward, nearly falling but managed to steady himself, then shot Chi Cheng an angry
glare.

In the darkness, Wu Suowei’s eyes were like mirrors, lighting up the truth in people’s
hearts.

The ball returned to Chi Cheng’s hands. His tiger-like eyes flashed mischievously. He
took a few strides and jumped behind Wu Suowei, tossing the ball again — this time
hitting Wu’s butt even harder than before.

Wu Suowei learned his lesson. Instead of immediately cursing, he grabbed the ball back
first.

“You hit my butt? I’ll smash your junk!”

He raised the basketball, but before he could throw, sharp pain came from behind.

Chi Cheng had somehow slipped behind Wu Suowei, his large hands like tiger’s pincers
gripping Wu’s buttocks tightly, squeezing until veins bulged on Wu’s neck.

“Tell me, what happened the other day?”

Wu Suowei struggled to pry Chi Cheng’s wrist away, baring his teeth. “What do you
mean what happened?”

“Playing dumb with me?” Chi Cheng pressed harder, nearly piercing Wu’s flesh.
Wu Suowei smashed the basketball backward, trying to hit Chi Cheng’s face, but Chi
Cheng seized his wrist.

“Let go! Loosen your grip!”

Chi Cheng’s breath was filled with Wu Suowei’s natural grass-root scent, very fitting for
his identity.

Taking advantage of Chi Cheng’s momentary distraction, Wu Suowei elbowed hard,

breaking free. Grumbling, he walked a bit away and sat down, pulling a bottle of mineral
water from his bag and gulping it down. Seeing Chi Cheng still standing there, he took
out a can of Red Bull and smashed it into Chi Cheng’s palm.

Chi Cheng pried the lid open with one finger, tilted his head back and drank two big
gulps till the can was nearly empty.

He paced over to Wu Suowei, didn’t sit, but looked down at him from above.

Wu Suowei was silent for a moment, then awkwardly said, “Thanks.”

Chi Cheng twisted the can into a spiral and held it under Wu Suowei’s eyes. “You give
me a drink, and then say thanks to me?”

“I meant when you helped me push the truck the other day. The feed on the truck, the
boss was waiting for it. Without you, it would have been a mess.”

Chi Cheng squinted at Wu Suowei. “You’ve been hanging around here all these days just
to say thanks?”

“I wanted to say it quick and leave, but thinking about how you pushed me around
before, I felt like you didn’t deserve it…”

Suddenly Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei’s wrist. Caught red-handed. Not surprisingly,
Wu Suowei secretly put his hand into Chi Cheng’s pocket during their chat, but Chi
Cheng noticed.

Only this time, it wasn’t stealing — it was putting.

When Chi Cheng pulled Wu Suowei’s hand out, Wu’s palm was holding two bags of
dried tofu snacks.

“How did you know I like dried tofu?” Chi Cheng frowned with a mischievous smile,
looking down on Wu Suowei. “Bite open the package for me.”

Wu Suowei ignored him, pulled out a mesh bag from his pack, stood up, and headed
toward the parking lot.
Chi Cheng followed, unlocking the car for him. He noticed the mesh bag was full of
sparrows, probably caught after work, flapping their wings.

“They don’t eat what humans feed,” Chi Cheng said indifferently.

Wu Suowei took out a sparrow and held it near Xiao Cuppao’s mouth. The bird didn’t
even hesitate and flew straight into his belly.

Chi Cheng watched Wu Suowei’s back for a long while.

CHAPTER 36
Close to midnight, Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t sleep. He got in his car, planning to go back
to the clinic to grab some sleep aids. But when he arrived, he saw Wu Suowei’s phone
and bag left inside, while the man himself was nowhere to be found. Where could he be
this late? Jiang Xiaoshuai stood at the clinic door, looking around until he quickly spotted
the target.

Across from the clinic, at the community fitness plaza, Wu Suowei was practicing slam
dunks.

Jiang Xiaoshuai sneaked over quietly.

Wu Suowei first placed the basketball on the ground, stretched his long legs, then stepped
back three meters. Taking several big strides, he sprinted forward and leapt, stretching an
arm toward the hoop. His height wasn’t enough—his fingertips barely touched the rim
but couldn’t grab it. He landed and sighed.

Trying again!

In the darkness, Wu Suowei’s eyes emitted a faint glow. It was as if the hoop was Chi
Cheng’s face, and if he could grab the rim, he’d rip that face apart. He sprinted again, feet
forcefully pushing off the ground, letting out a fierce roar. His palm went over the rim,
tightly gripping it, and he hung there.

I did it! Wu Suowei shouted inside.

But then, a chill under him—his modesty cloth was pulled off.

Jiang Xiaoshuai wanted to chuckle but froze seeing the faint marks on Wu Suowei’s
buttocks. His laughter got stuck in his throat.
Wu Suowei guessed it was Jiang Xiaoshuai. Landing steadily, he calmly pulled up his
pants.

“Why are you back?” Wu Suowei asked.

Jiang Xiaoshuai retorted, “What happened to your butt?”

Wu Suowei looked clueless, having completely forgotten the tiger-like clawing from Chi
Cheng.

Jiang Xiaoshuai dragged Wu Suowei back to the clinic, forcing him to take off his pants.
When he saw the pale flesh dotted with numerous hickeys, his face twitched.

“You two… are moving fast?”

Wu Suowei shrugged casually, “What are you thinking? That happened while I was
playing basketball—he sneaked a grab just to make me reveal why I was staking out.”

“Oh… with his hands… still not okay!” Jiang Xiaoshuai raised his eyebrows, “There are
plenty of places to sneak grab, why that one? Obviously, something fishy! You’ve only
known him a few days? And he’s already groping you!!”

Wu Suowei put a hand on the excited Jiang Xiaoshuai’s arm, a sly smile playing at his
lips.

“Master, shouldn’t you be happy for me?”

The smile Jiang Xiaoshuai taught him, now perfected by Wu Suowei, made Jiang
Xiaoshuai dizzy and reluctant. Why? Why should the masterpiece Jiang Xiaoshuai
worked so hard to craft be enjoyed by someone else? The butt he’d coveted for half a
year, why had someone else tasted it first?

He hadn’t even touched it yet!!

So, half an hour later…

Wu Suowei lay on the bed, drowsily asking Jiang Xiaoshuai, “Still haven’t finished
applying the medicine?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai had been kneading Wu Suowei’s two cheeks for over ten minutes and
was still unwilling to stop.

“No, this massage helps promote blood circulation and speeds up the medicine’s
absorption.”

“…”
That day, Chi Cheng was again on the night shift. Coming out of his car, he once again
heard the familiar bouncing of a basketball.

Wu Suowei did some simple warm-up moves, then dribbled the ball. Near the inner
circle’s edge, he jumped up gracefully, soaring in the air, and forcefully slammed the ball
down with one hand on the back rim of the basket. The ball went in. It was a bit unstable
on landing but didn’t affect the dunk’s overall effect, which was still quite spectacular.

Lately, Wu Suowei had been training his jump by carrying a sandbag all day.

The basketball fell again into Chi Cheng’s hands. He casually tossed it a few times,
jumped at the free throw line’s front edge, made a sharp sideways turn in mid-air, paused
briefly, then drew a semicircle in the air with the ball, slamming it hard into the hoop.

Bang! The strong force shook the entire basketball rack.

Wu Suowei watched in awe. He felt like the tempered steel rim might be broken by Chi
Cheng’s slam dunk. He had finally managed to dunk the ball himself, but Chi Cheng was
already dunking with that fluidity and strength, not something easily achieved overnight.

In this respect, Wu Suowei was truly impressed.

But in front of such a person, Wu Suowei was stingy with his praise. He threw a cold
glance, while his worn-out, simple sneakers struck the court rhythmically, pounding on
Chi Cheng’s restless heart.

“Didn’t you say thanks already? Why come again?” Chi Cheng asked deliberately.

Wu Suowei didn’t bother to look back, replied coldly, “Did I say I came to see you?”

Chi Cheng’s vision was only the firm pair of cheeks ahead, twisting defiantly. He
casually picked up the basketball and threw it toward the target. This time, Wu Suowei
was prepared; his two hands quickly reached behind, grabbed the spinning ball, slapped it
to the ground hard, and sat down on it.

Chi Cheng followed him outside the court, putting his hand in his pocket and pulling out
two big White Rabbit milk candies.

“You put these candies in again?”

Wu Suowei pretended not to know. “What candies?”

Chi Cheng squatted down, eyes rising from the ground to Wu Suowei’s face, still full of
strength.

“You give me food but in such a sneaky way, afraid to waste a thief’s skill?”
Wu Suowei lazily drooped his eyelids and then arrogantly raised them, rolling a look so
full of flavor it made Chi Cheng’s heart tremble. He reached toward Wu Suowei’s chin,
trying to scratch the young stubble with his fingernail, but Wu Suowei deftly dodged.

Just as Wu Suowei narrowly avoided the “harassment,” Chi Cheng suddenly kicked the
basketball away from under Wu’s butt. Wu lost balance and fell back, just landing on Chi
Cheng’s foot.

“Your butt’s really big, it buried my foot.”

Chi Cheng’s clear, strong Adam’s apple bobbed once.

Wu Suowei wore only sports pants, while Chi Cheng wore cloth shoes. His toes teased
the soft flesh of Wu Suowei’s butt through two layers of fabric. Wu Suowei had never
flirted with a man before. Suddenly, he stood up quickly, his pupils dark and deep, full of
humiliation.

Was it truly off-limits, or a clumsy ‘wanting but resisting’ act? Chi Cheng could tell
clearly.

Wu Suowei swallowed the fire in his heart, picked up his bag, and silently walked to the
parking lot.

This time there were over a dozen mice—no one knew where Wu Suowei caught them—
all plump and healthy. Xiao Cuppao ate happily. After feeding him, Wu Suowei didn’t
glance at Chi Cheng even once, clutching the basketball as he left the court, his back
proud and unyielding.

CHAPTER 37
The next afternoon, while looking for something, Chi Cheng found those two candies
again. He wasn’t fond of sweets and hadn’t eaten candy in a long time, so the candies Wu
Suowei had slipped him were casually tossed into a drawer. Now that they were dug out
again, Chi Cheng stared at the big White Rabbit printed on the wrapper for a while, and
for the first time in a long time, he carefully peeled one open.

Just then, Fang Xin walked in and happened to see Chi Cheng popping a candy into his
mouth.

“Huh? I thought you didn’t eat candy?” Fang Xin was surprised.

Chi Cheng looked indifferent, “Who said I don’t?”

“Just a few days ago at Er Guazi’s wedding, they handed out a ton of wedding candies at
work. You didn’t take a single piece. When I asked you then, you said you don’t eat
candy.”

“That was a few days ago,” Chi Cheng replied.

Fang Xin was left speechless, staring longingly at the remaining candy. “I haven’t eaten a
White Rabbit candy in years. I wonder if it still tastes like I remember…”

“It does.”

Chi Cheng’s curt single-word answer dealt a heavy blow to Fang Xin’s subtle hint to
share.

But Fang Xin was persistent, grinning slyly, “Come on, treat your buddy to one.”

“No more left.”

Chi Cheng’s tone was so definitive that most people would have taken the hint, but Fang
Xin insisted, pointing at the candy and teasing, “You’re lying right in front of me! It’s
right here—how could there be none left?”

Chi Cheng raised his eyelids and stared at Fang Xin. “Do you want the candy or do you
want my eyes?”

Fang Xin was stunned for three seconds, then quickly backed off.

In the weeks that followed, Wu Suowei kept coming to play basketball, no matter if Chi
Cheng worked early or late shifts, rain or shine, Wu Suowei always showed up on time.
Sometimes he practiced alone; sometimes he gathered a few for matches. No matter how
conspicuous Chi Cheng’s position, Wu Suowei never initiated conversation if Chi Cheng
didn’t speak first.

When Chi Cheng worked night shifts and the basketball court was just the two of them,
Wu Suowei would sneak snacks into Chi Cheng’s pockets—mostly dried tofu, sometimes
orchid beans, or two packs of spicy pickled chicken feet. Later Chi Cheng became
proactive and would just dig into Wu Suowei’s bag to claim whatever he found.

Wu Suowei would also bring all kinds of wild treats for Xiao Cuppao.

They seemed to have a subtle tacit understanding.

Neither asked why they gave or took, as if sneaking snacks was natural, and taking from
each other’s bags was just expected. They barely exchanged words, as if coming here was
solely for basketball and snacks.

With the strong wind and dry weather, Chi Cheng’s face developed flaky dry skin from
being outside all day on duty. One day, while rummaging through Wu Suowei’s bag, he
found a bottle of Dabao cream, unopened, with a 9.9 price tag stuck on.

“For me?” Chi Cheng asked deliberately.

Wu Suowei pretended not to hear, lightly spinning the basketball in his hands.

Chi Cheng picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at Wu Suowei’s ear. With a
rough, deep voice he said, “From now on, I’ll just call you Dabao.”

“Why?” Wu Suowei paused mid-spin.

Chi Cheng’s harsh expression was softened by a smile, “Because we see each other every
day!”

Wu Suowei’s mind flashed the Dabao slogan: “Dabao tomorrow, Dabao every day.”
Damn! Was that an insult? He immediately retorted grumpily, “Don’t think those fancy
imported skincare products are all that great—nothing beats Dabao. Cheap and
effective.”

Chi Cheng said nothing, just smiled.

Wu Suowei scowled and walked over, reaching to grab the box from Chi Cheng. “If you
don’t want it, give it back—I’m not giving it to you!”

But he failed to snatch the box and ended up getting pulled in.

Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei’s collar with a big hand, pulling him close, his rough
gaze searching Wu Suowei’s face, and softly said two words, “I want.”

If you want it, then take it—why pull me in? Wu Suowei tugged at his own collar, feeling
the crushing weight of that deliberate gaze. For a moment, he almost couldn’t hold
himself, wanting to kick Chi Cheng away and break free. But thinking of old grievances
and new grudges, he forced himself to stay.

Chi Cheng searched Wu Suowei’s body. Despite the worn sportswear, faded sneakers,
dirt-covered hands, and sweat-drenched face, Chi Cheng still felt he was too clean—too
spotless to find a hold.

Finally, Chi Cheng’s hand slid into Wu Suowei’s waistband and gave a sharp tug upward.
Ow! That squeezed his balls!

Veins popped on Wu Suowei’s forehead as he punched Chi Cheng’s chest.

Chi Cheng’s smile darkened the endless night.

CHAPTER 38
“A day apart feels like three autumns.”

This phrase perfectly described Yue Yue in the throes of her passionate love.

Right now, her mind could hold nothing but Chi Cheng. She had no energy at work
during the day, no mood to go shopping, and when she chatted with her girlfriends, every
sentence revolved around Chi Cheng. If he scolded her, her tears could flood the moat
around the city. If he showed her a little affection, she could be blissfully adrift for days.

But just when she desperately needed the nourishment of love, Chi Cheng became like a
rare dragon—appearing now and then, never fully present.

At the beginning of their relationship, Chi Cheng would still spend some time with her
after work, but lately he came home later and later. If he wasn’t on a night shift, it was
fine, but when he was, he wouldn’t get back until the early hours. Yue Yue didn’t dare
call him casually because his temper was so unpredictable—any careless word might hit
a sore spot, and being ignored was too painful to bear!

This was the first time in her love life that Yue Yue felt so passive and powerless.

But people are strange—when the other person treats you coldly, you only want to get
closer all the more.

Rarely, Chi Cheng called her right after work that day, asking to meet at a hotel.

After dinner together, Yue Yue was completely swept away by sweetness.

She sat on Chi Cheng’s lap, playing with the buttons of his shirt, her red lips pouted
slightly, voice thick with grievance, “You actually called me? I thought you’d forgotten
all about me.”

Chi Cheng didn’t reply, his deep gaze fixed on the flickering TV screen.

Yue Yue rubbed his firm jaw hard, “I’m talking to you—are you listening?”
Chi Cheng glanced sideways at her, “Isn’t it your thing to admire my determination?”

Just as Yue Yue opened her mouth to respond, Chi Cheng’s phone rang.

“I’m stepping out to take this.”

When Chi Cheng left, Yue Yue habitually rummaged through his coat and suddenly a
bottle of skincare cream fell out.

“Dabao?” she murmured the brand name, instantly reminded of Wu Suowei’s chubby
face from before.

Chi Cheng came back, took the Dabao bottle from her hand, and rubbed it in his palm.
The plain texture reminded him of Wu Suowei’s bright eyes.

Yue Yue couldn’t help teasing, “You have the same taste as my ex.”

“Ex?” Chi Cheng’s eyes darkened slightly.

Yue Yue rolled her eyes, “He swore by that brand. Bought one bottle in freshman year,
used it for four whole years, still hadn’t finished it by graduation. That slogan really fits:
‘Dabao, see you every day’…”

Chi Cheng’s rough fingertips brushed against her soft, delicate lips as he murmured,
“Come home with me in a couple days. My parents will be so happy to meet you.”

Yue Yue felt cherished and shy—home? To meet the municipal leader? Had they really
come this far?

Lavish wedding car processions, dreamy wedding halls, upper-class guests offering
congratulations… Yue Yue fantasized late into the night, tossing and turning, longing to
sleep in the same big bed as Chi Cheng. But that damn snake always coiled nearby,
glaring at her with its sly, cunning eyes.

“Chi Cheng, can you lock it in the bathroom?” Yue Yue pleaded.

Chi Cheng affectionately stroked Xiao Cuppao’s pointed head, “Don’t you like it so
much?”

“Even if I like it, it can’t sleep on the pillow! Are we going to sleep in separate beds after
we get married?”

Chi Cheng gave her a long look, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”
A snake was just a snake—maybe live a dozen years or so. What could happen if it got
angry?

So, for once, Chi Cheng indulged Yue Yue’s wishes and locked Xiao Cuppao in the
bathroom.

But things didn’t go as Yue Yue imagined. Instead of lying in bed talking intimately
about meeting the parents, barely a minute after they lay down, the bathroom door was
twisted open. Xiao Cuppao slipped out quietly, returned to the bed, and startled Yue Yue
so much she almost revealed her fear of snakes.

“Take it back,” Chi Cheng said.

Yue Yue “...” felt her legs go weak when she walked back from the bathroom. She locked
the bathroom door tightly, praying silently: please don’t come out again… please don’t
come out again…

Xiao Cuppao didn’t come out again, but it was far from idle. It wrapped around the
doorknob, constantly trying to open the door. When repeated attempts failed, it started
knocking with its head—bang bang bang—and kept this up all night.

That night was pure torture for Yue Yue. Every time the doorknob rattled, her heart
tightened. Chi Cheng slept right beside her, but she dared not admit her fear. When he
spoke, she tried hard to appear relaxed. By the early morning, Yue Yue even considered
escaping to the other bed.

Staring at herself in the mirror, two dark circles under her eyes, she silently vowed to find
a way to get rid of that little thing once and for all!

CHAPTER 39
Wu Suowei’s snake-raising training was officially completed. He purchased 200 baby
snakes from a breeding farm and rented two small bungalows to raise them. He only
occasionally visited during the day to check on their growth; most of the time, he stayed
in the clinic, reviewing materials and summarizing experiences. He hadn’t gone out for a
whole week.

Seeing Wu Suowei so obediently staying put, Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t help teasing him.

“Hey, why aren’t you going to see him anymore?”

Wu Suowei knew Jiang Xiaoshuai meant Chi Cheng, and immediately showed a
disdainful attitude.
“This is what I call a strategic retreat. When it’s time to strike, I’ll strike. After laying
enough emotional groundwork, I’ll withdraw completely. I told you, my goal is to fish
him, not chase him.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai leaned close, staring at Wu Suowei’s scheming handsome face, and
asked softly, “What if the time’s not enough? If you don’t catch him, and the heat fades,
then all these days’ effort will be wasted.”

Wu Suowei was full of confidence, “Don’t worry, within three days, he will definitely
come looking for me.”

“So sure?” Jiang Xiaoshuai smiled.

Wu Suowei punched Jiang Xiaoshuai’s chest hard, “You don’t even check who my
master is!”

The two laughed wickedly.

Five minutes later, a junior disciple Wu Suowei met at the snake farm came by to report.

“Wu-ge, five more snakes died.”

Compared to the junior disciple’s anxiety, Wu Suowei was much calmer.

“No problem, keep watching. If we lose money, it’s on me. If we make money, we split it
half and half.”

After the junior left, Jiang Xiaoshuai asked Wu Suowei, “What’s really going on? Didn’t
you learn the technique properly?”

Wu Suowei stood up, poured a glass of water, gulped it down calmly, then said, “No, the
batch of baby snakes was bad. They injected sand into them. None will survive a month.”

“Sh*t!” Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face darkened, “That breeder is so shady! You helped them out
for over two months, and they still sold you sick snake babies?”

Wu Suowei stayed calm, “What do you think they make money on? Real snake raising
costs a lot and has high risks. From baby snake to adult takes a long time, and even a
70% survival rate is good. Market prices are unknown, many breeders lose money. So
these farms pretend to teach techniques and recruit apprentices, but really they just scam
for tuition and sell overpriced snake babies.”

“So that industry is really dark…” Jiang Xiaoshuai frowned, “Then why did you still
buy?”

“To fish him,” Wu Suowei’s gaze sharpened.

Jiang Xiaoshuai realized this guy was getting more savvy, “I forgot you’re a snake
breeder. Are you seriously doing a losing business just to get close to him?”

“If he’s there, I won’t lose.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai cleared his throat and cautiously asked, “Aren’t you afraid he’ll find out
your sneaky plan? Then your carefully built pure and honest image will be ruined.”

“You’re wrong!” Wu Suowei’s black eyes flashed with brilliance, “Being purely good
just makes people think you’re fake. It’s better to have some easily spotted small
wickedness—it makes you feel real and captivating.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai patted Wu Suowei’s shoulder and said earnestly, “You’re ready to
graduate.”

Another round of wicked laughter.

After work, Chi Cheng just sat down in the driver’s seat when Xiao Cuppao started
pestering him, rubbing its pointed head on his face, constantly flicking its forked
tongue—a hungry little pest.

Chi Cheng opened the food box beside him, took out a hamster, and held it to Xiao
Cuppao’s mouth.

But Xiao Cuppao kept pestering him—it didn’t want the farm-raised hamster, it wanted
wild rats.

Chi Cheng’s face darkened: Where am I supposed to find wild rats for you now? Damn
it! That big ironhead spoiled your taste by feeding you for a few days, and now he’s not
coming anymore! Lately, Chi Cheng felt Xiao Cuppao was hard to please; as soon as
work ended, it would fuss in every way, making him worried sick.

Chi Cheng glanced sideways at the empty basketball court outside the window, quietly
savoring the feeling.

“You must be doing this on purpose…”

CHAPTER 40
Late at night, Chi Cheng was driving aimlessly around Houhai Bar Street. On the
passenger seat curled up the lethargic little Xiao Cuppao. Ever since Chi Cheng had
forcibly fed it a farm-raised hamster, it had been sulking like this.

Inside a bar, a handsome waiter was bored, counting glasses, when a figure suddenly
appeared. His pupils lit up strangely as he practically flew over and hung all over Chi
Cheng’s neck.

“Master Chi, you haven’t been here for ages.”

Chi Cheng glanced coldly at him, “I’m not here for you tonight.”

“Looking for Xiao Bingguo? He’s not working here anymore; the boss let him go.” The
waiter looked relieved.

Chi Cheng was clearly in a bad mood. “Don’t care who I’m looking for, get off me first.”

“Nope.” The pretty guy kept rubbing his backside against Chi Cheng’s lower abdomen.
“If I get down and you call someone else, what then? I’ve been waiting for you over a
month. Finally, you show up.”

Chi Cheng pulled out a wad of cash from his bag and stuffed it into the waiter’s pocket.

“Here’s the money. Now let me have some peace.”

Unexpectedly, the waiter shoved the money back into Chi Cheng’s hand.

“I don’t want money, I want you.”

Several other waiters nearby chuckled quietly. They’d seen clients throwing themselves
at waiters before, but never anyone this shameless.

“How long has it been since you’ve been fucked?” Chi Cheng asked.

“There’s always someone every day.” The waiter swayed his hips. “But none as good as
you.”

Chi Cheng bit back the last of his patience. “Listen, go with someone else tonight, okay?”

“No way. I want you. I just want you... Master Chi, they come here to spend money on
me, but I truly like you.”

In a dark corner, someone sneered, “What a goddamn freak.”

Guo Chengyu spoke up, “Who are you talking about?”

“Who else but that little bastard!” Li Wang said.

Guo Chengyu replied flatly, “That term suits Chi Cheng better. I bet nine out of ten
waiters here think the same about that little bastard but don’t dare say it. Haven’t you
heard? Besides ‘Snake Guy,’ Chi Cheng also has the nickname ‘Beijing’s Number One
Casanova.’”

Li Wang hadn’t heard, but he’d seen it firsthand—and still remembered how Xiaolong
had been made to cry after being fucked multiple times.

Among the bar’s ten male waiters, nine were gay. Any handsome ones were almost
certainly ‘favored’ by Chi Cheng, so Guo Chengyu’s words were no exaggeration.

Guo Chengyu stood and walked toward Chi Cheng, with Li Wang trailing.

“Hey!” Guo Chengyu pinched the pretty waiter’s butt. “You go have some fun with my
buddy for a while. I need to talk to your Master Chi.” Then he gestured toward Li Wang.

The pretty waiter knew Guo Chengyu’s status, couldn’t refuse his face. Seeing Li Wang
wasn’t bad-looking, he obediently let go of Chi Cheng, but before leaving tugged Chi
Cheng’s sleeve.

“Master Chi, when you’re done, remember to find me!”

Guo Chengyu and Chi Cheng sat on a corner velvet chair, chatting casually, no tension
between them.

“You still haven’t found that batch of snakes?”

Chi Cheng’s large hand grabbed Guo Chengyu’s shoulder roughly, his coarse gaze
pressing against his red-rimmed eyes, teasing, “What’s up? Feeling itchy hands? No one
to duel snakes with?”

As they talked, Xiao Cuppao poked its head from between Chi Cheng’s legs, lazily sizing
up Guo Chengyu.

Guo Chengyu feigned surprise, “Yo? There’s still one left! No wonder it was Wang
Shuo’s gift—like a belt on a waist, always tied wherever you go…”

Chi Cheng’s face blended into the shadows, voice grim.

“Don’t mention that name around me.”

Guo Chengyu tactfully changed the subject. “I’ve got my eye on another handsome guy
lately. When I’ve got him, remember to come sleep at my place.”
Only Chi Cheng knew Guo Chengyu wasn’t being considerate—he was rubbing salt in
the wound.

Of course, this salt didn’t bring Guo Chengyu any pleasure either.

Leaving the bar, Chi Cheng called Gangzi.

“Help me look someone up. Find out where he lives.”

“Who?”

“Wu Suowei.”

“So-so?” The other end faltered. “Then... how do you want me to look?”

Chi Cheng took a deep breath. “His name is Wu Suowei.”

“...”

CHAPTER 41
Early in the morning, Wu Suowei shuffled out of the bedroom wearing his dad’s old
floral boxer shorts and a cross-back undershirt that had seen better days. Every time Jiang
Xiaoshuai saw him dressed like this, he couldn’t help but snicker — it was just too damn
funny.

“Hey, someone’s coming for a check-up soon. You better change.”

“No rush,” Wu Suowei said, lazy as ever. “I’m gonna take a shower now.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai watched him with interest. “I notice you really like sleeping in that
outfit.”

Wu Suowei casually picked his nose. “Old clothes are better quality — all pure cotton.
Super comfy to sleep in.”

Just then, the sound of screeching brakes came from outside. Wu Suowei glanced out
without thinking, and instantly froze — it was Chi Cheng’s car!!

“Shit, shit, shit...” Wu panicked. “Why’d he come so soon?” And he was still dressed like
that!

Chi Cheng calmly got out of the car, carrying little Xiao Cuppao.
“I’m gonna hide in the bathroom for a while. Tell him I’m not here if he comes,” Wu
Suowei said and dashed into the bathroom, locking the door from inside.

Chi Cheng entered. Jiang Xiaoshuai pretended not to know him and looked up with a
friendly smile. “What’s bothering you?”

Chi Cheng got straight to the point. “Where’s Wu Suowei?”

“Oh, he just stepped out. You looking for him?”

Chi Cheng immediately heard movement from the bathroom, no hesitation — he strode
over and pushed on the door. The first push didn’t budge it, but the second push broke the
lock.

Jiang Xiaoshuai swallowed hard. Damn, this guy’s got some serious moves.

Wu Suowei was pressed against the door, listening. Suddenly the door shook violently,
and half his body went numb. Then came the crack, and Chi Cheng’s face appeared in his
line of sight.

Wu’s yellowed undershirt was full of holes, and those floral boxers — the threadbare
edges and patches barely covered the important parts...

Chi Cheng took in Wu Suowei’s homey getup in one glance.

Two seconds later, Wu Suowei roared from behind the door, “Who the hell does that?
This is a bathroom, not a living room! You can’t just barge in whenever! What if
someone’s taking a dump in here? What if it’s not me but some girl in here?!”

Wu Suowei rattled off a tirade but quickly noticed Chi Cheng wasn’t listening — his eyes
were glued to the floral boxers, amused as hell.

“Shape up, man, shape up...” Wu suddenly sobered, pressed his palm to his forehead, and
when he looked up, he had a calm, indifferent expression. “Please get out. I want to
shower.”

Chi Cheng said, “Hurry up, I’ll wait outside.”

Ten minutes later, Wu Suowei came out dressed properly and sat opposite Chi Cheng. He
lazily lit a cigarette and asked, “What do you want?”

Chi Cheng gently stroked Xiao Cuppao’s scales and said calmly, “My second treasure
isn’t feeling well. I want you to treat him.”

“Second treasure?” Wu Suowei chuckled mockingly. “Then who’s the first treasure?”
Chi Cheng answered, “That’d be you.”

Damn... Wu Suowei froze a moment, realizing he’d forgotten that part. He smoothed out
his awkward expression and looked at Chi Cheng calmly.

“If he’s sick, why come to me? This is a clinic, not a vet’s office. Besides, I’m not a
doctor.”

Chi Cheng smiled faintly. “Your little brother’s sick. You can’t just stand by and watch,
can you?”

How did it get back to my little brother?

Chi Cheng saw Wu’s confusion and patiently explained, “You’re the first treasure, he’s
the second. If not your brother, then whose brother?”

Wu Suowei: “...”

Chi Cheng continued, “And you owe me a bunch of stuff. Today’s the day to pay up.”

“What do I owe you?” Wu frowned.

Chi Cheng casually listed, “Dried tofu, milk candy, orchid beans, spicy chicken feet,
preserved plums, Red Bull, Wangzai milk...”

Holy crap! Wu Suowei wanted to scream internally — that was grandpa’s gift to you,
how’d it become my debt?

His face stayed calm, hands spread out in a ‘none left’ gesture.

“Gone.”

“Buy more,” Chi Cheng said matter-of-factly.

Wu Suowei clenched his anger and replied coldly, “No money.”

Chi Cheng pulled a few big bills from his bag and handed them over.

Wu Suowei took the money openly, stuffed it in his pocket, and softly said two words.

“Not going.”
 CHAPTER 42
Chi Cheng didn’t say a word, just stared at Wu Suowei for a full five minutes.

Wu Suowei couldn’t lie — anyone being stared at like that would feel unsettled.
Especially when Chi Cheng’s gaze was like a meat grinder, ready to shred your
willpower to pieces if you slipped even slightly.

After a long silence, Chi Cheng finally spoke.

“Why haven’t you been playing basketball these days?”

Wu Suowei rubbed his forehead. So all this mood-building was just to ask this question.

In fact, all Chi Cheng’s previously vague words were just a setup for this hard-to-say
question: Why don’t you come looking for me anymore?

Wu Suowei answered casually, “No reason, just don’t feel like it.”

Chi Cheng’s expression shifted slightly. He put down Xiao Cuppao and moved closer,
staring fixedly at Wu Suowei.

“Then why did you want to play before?”

Wu Suowei felt a dark cloud hanging over his head, pressing down on his chest, making
it hard to breathe.

No reply came, and suddenly Chi Cheng slapped Wu Suowei hard on the forehead,
pushing him down onto the sofa. Wu’s forehead was tough as a diamond, but even so,
Chi Cheng’s palm hit with some force.

Chi Cheng looked down at him, voice deepening.

“Answer me!”

Wu Suowei grit his teeth and stayed silent, making Chi Cheng frustrated.

Jiang Xiaoshuai cleared his throat just then, easing the tension perfectly.

“Don’t stand so close, he’s got a cold, don’t catch it.”

“A cold?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei’s once-bright eyes instantly dimmed, fatigue creeping in on his brows. Still
staring at Chi Cheng, he put on a look of ‘tired but trying to be strong’.
“Don’t listen to his nonsense, I’m fine!”

“I’m nonsense?” Jiang Xiaoshuai piled on, “Running out in the wind and rain, sweating
all over, then getting soaked again — how wouldn’t you catch a cold? Falling into the
ditch trying to catch wild frogs in freezing weather, running a fever of forty-one
degrees...”

Wu Suowei interrupted sharply, “Jiang Xiaoshuai, shut your mouth!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai continued, “Being stubborn is addictive! Wearing holey shorts, stuffing
good stuff into others’ pockets. When you get a fever, you don’t even want to show your
face, scared of infecting others...” Then he turned to Chi Cheng, “Mr. Mighty, just
imagine if this guy froze to death in that ditch — how big a loss would that be for the 2B
community?”

Chi Cheng’s mind flashed back to that rainy night, Wu Suowei bouncing alone on the
basketball court.

“Wu Ge!”

The clear voice of the junior apprentice came from the doorway.

Perfect timing! Wu Suowei pushed Chi Cheng aside, tidied himself up, and looked at the
junior.

“What’s up?”

The junior looked anxious. “Another dozen or so snakes have died.”

This time Wu Suowei finally reacted, jumping up, hurriedly changing shoes, and asking
on the way out, “What happened? Why more died?”

Chi Cheng followed.

At the two sheds, seeing the weak little snakes barely alive, Chi Cheng asked, “You raise
snakes too?”

Wu Suowei bit his teeth in frustration, unable to reply.

Chi Cheng picked up a snake, glanced at it, and tossed it back.

“Don’t bother, your snakes won’t survive.”

Wu Suowei looked like he’d just heard the worst news, eyes reddening instantly.
“Why? When my master sold me the batch, he said these were all wild snakes and told
me to feed them wild bait. I’ve been feeding wild bait all along, only twice gave artificial
feed.”

“Not about the feed,” Chi Cheng said calmly. “The snake breed is bad. You got
scammed.”

“Nonsense!” Wu Suowei argued. “I apprenticed there two months, know them well. They
wouldn’t scam an insider. They must’ve eaten bad food.”

He told the junior to chop up the big frogs and wild rats in the bucket to feed the snakes.

Chi Cheng didn’t waste words. With one arm looping the bucket, he headed outside. His
second treasure had been craving for days — time to change up the menu.

Wu Suowei hurried after him.

Chi Cheng stopped by the car door and suddenly asked, “Which snake farm did you learn
your skills at?”

Wu Suowei answered seriously, “Wang’s Snake Farm! Check if you don’t believe me.
They have a great reputation — impossible to do such a thing.”

Chi Cheng said nothing else, just drove off.

CHAPTER 43
The very next afternoon, the delivery guy came knocking.

“Is Wu Suowei here?”

Wu Suowei got up and walked to the door.

“Here are several packages for you. Please sign.”

Wu Suowei took the delivery slip with some doubt, checked it, and sure enough, it was
his name, with his address too. Looking down, he saw at least five or six big boxes, each
big enough to fit him inside. Strange—he hadn’t done any online shopping, and no one
had told him in advance they were sending him anything!

After signing, Jiang Xiaoshuai came over to help unpack.

When they opened the first box, Wu Suowei instantly froze.

It was a box full of underwear—every color and style imaginable—like something
straight from a wholesale market, at least a hundred pairs. Jiang Xiaoshuai checked the
packaging—top-brand stuff, and the price of just one pair was enough to cover all the
clothes Wu Suowei was wearing.

The second box had clothes and shoes, covering all seasons; the third was bedding—
comforters, blankets, sheets, pillows, everything complete; the fourth box was snacks, a
dazzling array, many imported, some Wu Suowei had never even tried...

After going through everything, Wu Suowei immediately knew who the sender was.

Jiang Xiaoshuai raised an eyebrow, suddenly feeling cheeky.

“I bet even your ex wasn’t this thoughtful.”

Wu Suowei found it hard to say anything. Yue Yue had only ever given him one piece of
clothing, and that was because her brother didn’t want it and passed it on. And now, the
first proper gift he’d ever received in his life was from his romantic rival...

He felt a complicated mix of emotions inside.

Jiang Xiaoshuai kept teasing him.

“Why don’t you just be with Mighty Chi Cheng then?! Think about it, he treats you well,
your ex is such a jerk, you two could team up and get back at her, stop hurting someone
who truly cares about you.”

Wu Suowei was annoyed.

“Don’t make fun of me! Just because he sent these few boxes doesn’t mean he’s sincere.
You know who his dad is, right? Tons of people try to send gifts to his dad. Maybe these
things were just picked up from some forgotten corner of his house.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai smiled wide. “Do you think the gift-givers noticed your big flowered
shorts? A whole box of underwear, all in your size…”

“Who says they fit me? I don’t wear that size.” Wu Suowei still played hard to get.

Jiang Xiaoshuai argued back, insisting that this size was exactly Wu Suowei’s usual fit,
and Wu wouldn’t admit it. So Jiang forced him to try them on; Wu went into the
bathroom.

Stripped down naked, put on the new underwear—it fit perfectly, no tighter, no looser,
the most comfortable fit imaginable!

But he couldn’t admit it, so he said the size was small and felt a bit tight.
“Then give it to me. I wear that size.” Jiang Xiaoshuai pretended to carry the box away.

Wu Suowei grabbed it firmly.

“Giving you one is fine, but you can’t take all of them.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai tried not to laugh.

“If you can’t wear them, why keep them?”

Wu Suowei frowned.

“I can sell them. Such expensive underwear, wearing them myself would be wasting.”

He moved the box back.

“I’ll open an online store and put all these things up for sale.”

“No need to bother!” Jiang Xiaoshuai said deliberately, “I already have a store. I’ll help
you sell.”

Wu Suowei had never found Jiang Xiaoshuai so annoying.

“No thanks, I can sell them myself!”

Saying that, he hugged the box and went back to his room.

Before going to bed that night, Wu Suowei opened the box, took out the comforter Chi
Cheng sent, and covered himself with it. It was soft and cozy, with a faint fragrance—
really comfortable. Just as he was about to enjoy it, the door suddenly opened, and Jiang
Xiaoshuai appeared out of nowhere.

“Cough, cough... I remember someone said they were going to sell these things? Why are
you using them now?” He tugged on the comforter.

Wu Suowei remained expressionless.

“The underwear I’m selling because they don’t fit! The comforter’s so good, why sell it?
And there’s only one comforter—if I sell it, it’s gone. What will I cover myself with
then?”

“Heh!” Jiang Xiaoshuai grinned, “So you’ve been using my old comforter? What, just
because something new comes along, you don’t want this old rag anymore?”

Wu Suowei ground his teeth. “You’re asking for it, huh?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed loudly.

Wu Suowei grabbed the comforter and covered Jiang Xiaoshuai, then gave him a beating.
They laughed and tumbled onto the bed together.

CHAPTER 44
Wu Suowei saw the sender’s phone number on the delivery slip and wasn’t sure if it was
Chi Cheng’s, so he tried calling.

“Hello?” came a low, powerful voice.

Wu Suowei felt a little awkward. “Is that really you?”

There was a hum of affirmation.

“Can you lend me some money?”

Chi Cheng asked, “How much?”

“Two hundred thousand... If you don’t have that much, a smaller amount will do. I’ll pay
you back as soon as possible.”

“Account number?”

Wu Suowei was secretly surprised. Although he expected Chi Cheng to lend him money,
he didn’t expect him to be so straightforward. When it came to money, it wasn’t just
about calling each other “bro,” but about real trust and affection.

“What do you need the money for?”

“I want to buy another batch of snakelings. A few days ago, I went to the snake farm and
asked. The owner said the snakelings were fine; it’s just the seasonal changes. They have
a new batch of snakelings, all premium, artificially bred, with no difficulty or risk in
raising them.”

Then the call was hung up immediately.

Not long after, a text came in saying the money was deposited.

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked, “He didn’t stop you?”

Wu Suowei shook his head, “He didn’t say a word.”

“How confident are you? What if he doesn’t want to get involved or wants to mess with
you? You’ll be in big trouble.”

Wu Suowei didn’t know why he had so much confidence in Chi Cheng. Even when he
bravely confronted trouble holding a brick in his hand, he wasn’t this calm. Clearly, Chi
Cheng was his rival, had made things difficult for him countless times, and the bet was
illogical and baseless… yet Wu Suowei just felt he could win.

“100 percent.”

After saying this, Wu Suowei clenched his fist and left.

He arrived again at Wang’s Snake Farm, where his “kind” boss came out with a beaming
smile.

“All 2,000 snakelings you wanted are ready. This time, they’re young snakes, each
weighing about a pound. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t even want to sell them. I’ve
had a dozen apprentices this year, but you’re the most promising. Seeing you reminds me
of myself back then—young and trying to start a business isn’t easy!”

Wu Suowei smiled simply, “Then let’s settle the bill.”

“Don’t you want to check the snakelings first?” Boss Wang asked.

Wu Suowei thought to himself, no need to check—they probably gutted the snake bile
already…

“I trust no one but you!”

Boss Wang laughed heartily and put an arm around Wu Suowei’s shoulder as they went
inside.

“These heavy water snakes normally sell for 180 yuan each. You’re my apprentice, so I’ll
give you wholesale price: 110 each, 2,000 total, 220,000 yuan.”

Wu Suowei hesitated, “I only have 200,000 on hand. How about I take 100 less, so it’s a
round number?”

Boss Wang stomped his foot, slammed the table, “20,000 or not, 2,000 snakes or not—
you take all 2,000! I’ll sponsor your startup with the 20,000 loss!”

Wu Suowei gratefully got up and shook hands with Boss Wang.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me! When you get rich, don’t forget me.”
“Never!” Wu Suowei smiled carefree.

I’ll never forget you in this life. Even as a ghost, I won’t let you off!

Three days later, Chi Cheng personally visited Wang’s Snake Farm.

Because he had searched here before, Boss Wang recognized him. Hearing Chi Cheng
was coming, he hurried back from the market without a moment’s delay.

“Mr. Chi, let me tell you, small snake farms like ours can’t afford to raise so many exotic
pet snakes. We can’t even afford enough snake boxes...”

Chi Cheng cut in firmly, “I’m not here to investigate. I’m here to sell snakes.”

“To sell snakes…” Boss Wang forced a smile. “Well, that’s perfect. I just need a batch of
snakelings. If you have some ready, I won’t need to source elsewhere.”

“One thousand green snakes, two thousand water snakes.”

He had the truck unload the boxes. The so-called 1,000 green snakes were actually the
200 Wang sold Wu Suowei, all dead, chopped into 1,000 segments, neatly stacked inside.

The other boxes held young water snakes, each about a pound—but the snake bile was
gone.

Boss Wang glanced over and his face turned pale.

“Let’s talk price,” Chi Cheng said.

Boss Wang was startled, “No need to negotiate. Mr. Chi, take whatever you want.”

Chi Cheng was polite, “That won’t do. Business requires fair deals. Let’s do this by the
book.”

“Of course, of course,” Boss Wang agreed rapidly.

“Green snakes are small, market price 60 yuan each; water snakes are bigger, 180 yuan
each. Boss Wang, I’m not asking for anything unreasonable, right?”

Boss Wang forced out two words through clenched teeth, “No, sir.”

“That comes to 420,000 yuan. I heard you generously waived 20,000 yuan to support
young entrepreneurs. To show my support, I’ll waive 20,000 yuan too. Let’s make it an
even number.”
Boss Wang’s heart bled.

CHAPTER 45
The moment things were settled on this side, a message arrived on the other.

Wu Suowei opened it and saw that someone had transferred another 200,000 yuan to his
account.

He knew exactly what was going on but still pretended and called Chi Cheng.

“Hey, you burning money or what? Why’d you transfer another 200,000 to me?”

Chi Cheng: “Repaying you.”

“Repaying me?” Wu Suowei acted surprised. “I borrowed 200,000 from you? Wasn’t it
you who borrowed from me?!”

Chi Cheng: “I sold that batch of defective snakes of yours. Got 400,000 for them.”

“What?” Wu Suowei roared, “That batch of snakes would’ve been ready for market in
half a year, and the price would’ve tripled by then. You actually sold them at a low price?
Who’d you sell them to? Even if you wanted me to repay you quickly, you didn’t have to
do this…”

Chi Cheng hung up again.

Hearing the beeping busy tone, Wu Suowei, who had just been all flustered and red-
faced, suddenly became radiant and casually tossed his phone aside, snapping his fingers
victoriously at Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Done! Got the 200K!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai, chewing gum, grinned at Wu Suowei and said, “You used to work your
ass off all year and still couldn’t make fifty grand. Now just play dumb and act for a bit
and you earn 200K. Practice proves the truth — it shows that the spirit of hard work is
useless, and crooked ways are the real deal!”

Wu Suowei just smiled without saying anything.

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked again, “So, how are you planning to spend that 200K?”

“Buy snakes,” Wu Suowei said.

“Buying again?” Jiang Xiaoshuai was surprised. “How many people do you plan to fool
with this trick?”

Wu Suowei wagged his finger, “This time it’s for real.”

...

The next day, Wu Suowei went again to Wang’s snake farm.

Losing 200K in a day, Boss Wang was fuming inside the house. When he saw Wu
Suowei come in, his expression changed instantly. Before, he would walk out smiling —
a sly, smug smile he tried hard to suppress. Now, the smile was forced — he had to smile,
dared not not smile, because Chi Cheng’s murderous aura was still hovering above Wu
Suowei’s head.

Compared to Boss Wang’s nervousness, Wu Suowei seemed completely relaxed, as if

yesterday’s incident had nothing to do with him.

“The batch of snakes you sold me, I hadn’t even raised them for two days before a buddy
of mine sold them off. Pissed me right off. I’m thinking of buying another two thousand.
I wouldn’t trust anyone else, so here I am again.”

Boss Wang understood — he had messed with someone he shouldn’t have.

“Take me to see the snakes,” Wu Suowei said.

On the way, Boss Wang was bleeding in his heart. Even if he swallowed all the snake
gallbladders, he wouldn’t have the guts to scam Wu Suowei again. That batch of
problematic snakes was locked in one room — Boss Wang didn’t even dare look at them,
let alone walk in. The breeding room he was taking Wu Suowei to now was the true
product of his efforts.

This time, Wu Suowei did a thorough inspection. Any snake with even a slight problem
was left out.

Boss Wang’s wife rushed into the breeding room and yanked Boss Wang out.

“Are you crazy? Can we even go on like this?” Her eyes were red. “That batch of snakes
was only a few months away from market. That was our only good batch of snake
hatchlings. If you sell them now, the whole year’s work is wasted!!”

Boss Wang growled low, “If I don’t sell, the rest of our lives will be wasted. We’d lose
the whole snake farm!”

“I don’t care! If you dare sell, I’ll fight you to the death!” She burst into tears.
“Fight to the death?” Boss Wang gritted his teeth. “We’re about to die already, who you
gonna fight?!”

“…”

Wu Suowei poked his head out. “What’s up? Any problem?”

Boss Wang’s twisted face immediately returned to normal, though his voice was hoarse.

“No problem. Have you picked them out?”

“All picked.” Wu Suowei came out smiling. “Let’s go with the same price as before. 100
per snake, two thousand snakes, still 200K. How’s that sound?”

Boss Wang’s wife nearly choked.

The batch of premium snakes worth 600K was instantly slashed by 400K. Add the 200K
loss from before, and the ill-gotten money Boss Wang had racked his brains for over the
past two years was sucked dry by Wu Suowei in just two days.

...

“I bought the snakes back.” Wu Suowei said to Chi Cheng as if showing off.

That night, Chi Cheng visited Wu Suowei’s snake room again, picked up a snake and
looked at it, and understood everything immediately. He knocked Wu Suowei on the
forehead with the back of his hand and grunted, “You’re really dumb-smart.”

Wu Suowei played dumb, “How am I dumb? You sold off my snake hatchlings. If I don’t
buy a batch back, how am I supposed to make money later?”

Chi Cheng didn’t respond, just stared at Wu Suowei with a deep, probing gaze.

Wu Suowei held it for less than five minutes before cracking a grin.

“Alright, alright, thank you — happy now?”

Judging from Chi Cheng’s expression, clearly not.

“At least let me give you a gift?”

He brought Chi Cheng to the back room and pointed at a row of sugar figures on top of
the wooden cabinet. “I made all these. Pick one.”

Chi Cheng was a bit surprised. “You know how to blow sugar figures?”
“Rattle drums, spinning windmills, sugar figure blowing”—the old Beijing crafts were
rare now. These sugar figures looked simple but were actually hard to learn. Wu Suowei
had picked it up while working as a vendor, watching an old man do it. He couldn’t resist
trying, practiced hard for several days, and barely reached beginner level.

“I can only blow some simple little animals,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng glanced at them. All the animals looked the same—round belly, stubby legs,
two ears sticking up, completely indistinguishable.

“Blow me a new one,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei was in a good mood today and readily agreed. He went to the kitchen, got
some sugar syrup, put it in a basin, stirred it with a small spatula, then rubbed talcum
powder on his hands — looked quite professional.

“What do you want?” Wu Suowei asked.

Chi Cheng casually replied, “Blow a snake.”

“What kind?”

“Cobra.”

Wu Suowei shouted boldly, “Watch this, sir!”

Usually, the stuff Chi Cheng saw involved masturbating, being abused, or stripping
dances; the sounds were always moans and cries begging to be fucked. Rarely did
someone fully clothed pique his interest—let alone someone shouting so crudely and still
managing to build such an intense mood.

Wu Suowei scooped up a lump of sugar with the spatula, kneaded it repeatedly in his
palm into a ball, poked a small hole with his thumb, closed the edges, pulled out a long
strand of sugar, snapped a small piece off the end, and put it in his mouth.

That slender sugar strand actually solidified into a tube. Wu Suowei blew air into it, and
the sugar ball at the bottom slowly inflated. He used his hands to shape the outline of a
snake.

Chi Cheng silently watched Wu Suowei—watched his shiny black eyes fixed on his
hands, his cheeks puffing in and out, his Adam’s apple bobbing irregularly, all showing
his focused caution. Chi Cheng suddenly wanted to reach over and pinch Wu Suowei’s
nose so he couldn’t breathe, so his puffed cheeks would turn red.

That’s always how Mr. Dominant was—whatever he wanted to do, he did.

Just as Wu Suowei reached a critical part of the blowing process, his nose was suddenly
pinched. His sharp glare instantly shot toward Chi Cheng like a blade, making Chi
Cheng’s scalp tingle. His hand trembled and squashed the sugar figure.

“Blow another,” Chi Cheng said.

If Wu Suowei hadn’t wanted to seduce Chi Cheng, he would’ve dumped the entire pot of
syrup on his face.

This time, he turned his back while blowing. Once done, he stuck a bamboo stick in it
and handed it over.

“Cobra,” Wu Suowei said, quite proud of his work.

Chi Cheng glanced at it and voiced his contrary opinion in a humorous and indirect way.

“You sure this isn’t a dick?”

The sugar syrup was limited, the snake’s body was a bit short, the curve too shallow, and
the snake’s head at the top was pointy…

Wu Suowei angrily retorted, “Since when do dicks have eyes?!”

Chi Cheng suddenly leaned in and bumped Wu Suowei with his crotch, murmuring,
“Your dick doesn’t have eyes? Then where have you been shooting from all these years?
From your mouth? Come on, show me — what kind of mouth can handle that kind of
work?”

As he spoke, he maliciously rubbed Wu Suowei’s lips with his rough fingertips.

Wu Suowei angrily pushed his hand away. His lips were burning, and his heart was on
fire too. He didn’t know why, but when he talked about this kind of stuff with Jiang
Xiaoshuai, it felt natural. Coming from Chi Cheng’s mouth, though, it sounded especially
harsh.

“I’m leaving,” Chi Cheng turned to go.

Wu Suowei suddenly called out.

“Are you free tomorrow afternoon? I want to talk with you.”

Chi Cheng bluntly replied, “I only do beds, not dates.”

Wu Suowei took two big steps, grabbed the sugar snake from Chi Cheng’s hand, and
shoved it into his mouth. He ate it slowly, deliberately, like a silent provocation — eating
it just to show Chi Cheng.
Chi Cheng didn’t interpret it as provocation. All he saw was Wu Suowei holding a
genital-like object and repeatedly sucking and licking it, savoring its taste with devotion.

Wu Suowei bluntly told him, “If you want me to blow another, then say yes to what I just
asked.”

Chi Cheng was actually caught by such a simple and clumsy threat.

“Blow another!”

Wu Suowei smirked in triumph and actually blew another one for Chi Cheng.

This time, he deliberately made the snake’s body longer to look more realistic.

Unexpectedly, Chi Cheng laughed again.

“You sure this isn’t switching from your dick to mine?”

Wu Suowei: “……!!”

CHAPTER 46
Chi Cheng returned to his place and found Yue Yue standing at the entrance of the
building, looking exhausted, almost asleep.

“What are you doing here?” Chi Cheng asked.

Yue Yue wrapped her arms around Chi Cheng’s arm, resting her head on his shoulder as
they walked inside.

“Missed you.”

Once inside, Chi Cheng stuck the sugar figurine into a wooden box. Yue Yue was quite
surprised. Someone as cold, aloof, and no-nonsense as Chi Cheng—how could he be into
such a little trinket? She hadn’t seen sugar figurines in years and remembered being
especially fond of them as a child. Holding one now still felt novel.

“This is so fun. Where’d you buy it?”

Chi Cheng replied indifferently, “Didn’t buy it. A buddy made it.”

“Huh?” Yue Yue was genuinely surprised. “You’ve got a buddy this talented?”
The moment she said this, the image of Wu Suowei blowing the sugar figurine vividly
replayed in Chi Cheng’s mind again—those serious and awkward movements, that
prideful refusal to accept criticism... The more he thought about it, the more interesting it
became.

“I want one too,” Yue Yue suddenly said.

Chi Cheng responded casually, “I’ll have him blow one for you sometime.”

Yue Yue smiled brightly and nodded.

“Oh right—my parents are free tomorrow night. Let’s have dinner together,” Chi Cheng
said.

Yue Yue’s peach blossom eyes immediately lit up with both joy and nervousness. “So
soon? I’ve been staying up late a lot recently, I don’t look great.” As she spoke, she
picked up a mirror to check herself. “Ugh, this is bad—look, I’ve got a pimple. Chi
Cheng, help me check—is it really obvious? Super ugly?”

Chi Cheng had already wandered into the bathroom.

...

The next morning, Wu Suowei took a thorough shower, carefully shaved, and changed
into new clothes: a sky-blue dress shirt, a navy blazer, raw denim jeans, and formal lace-
up shoes. The look was fresh, comfortable, yet sexy and stylish.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was inserting an IV for a patient and got distracted by just one glance at
Wu Suowei—his hand slipped, and the needle went off-target, earning him an earful from
the patient.

“You’re really putting effort into this!” Jiang Xiaoshuai teased.

Wu Suowei chuckled. “Acting, after all—it’s gotta look the part.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai leaned in close and whispered, “Don’t forget to make your move at the
right moment.”

“Make a move?” Wu Suowei cast him a sideways glance. “What kind of move are we
talking about?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai waggled his brows. “Physical contact, obviously!”

“Isn’t it a bit early?” Wu Suowei asked.

“If you don’t act fast, they’ll be getting married soon. We already looked into it—Yue
Yue is the only girlfriend Chi Cheng’s had in recent years. Most likely pushed by his
parents. It’s serious.”

That hit Wu Suowei hard, and his sense of urgency spiked.

“Got it. I’ll definitely seize the opportunity.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai nodded. “Where are you meeting?”

“The park.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai almost spat blood. He patted Wu Suowei on the shoulder, full of
admiration.

“Honestly, the fact that he agreed to come—you’ve already won half the battle.”

The meeting was set for 2:00 PM, but Wu Suowei arrived at 1:50. Though he appeared
bored, his eyes were actually scanning the surroundings carefully—looking for a
breakthrough, planning the scene of their meeting, the time they’d spend together, the
moment of parting...

As the saying goes: enemies meet on a narrow road.

Yue Yue happened to be off today too, accompanying a coworker on a shopping trip. As
luck would have it, they passed by the park entrance.

But it wasn’t Yue Yue who first noticed Wu Suowei—it was her coworker.

“Hey, check it out—there’s a hot guy over there!”

Yue Yue’s eyes followed and froze the moment she saw him. Her heart skipped a beat—
she almost didn’t recognize him. But it was definitely Wu Suowei. Just a few months and
he’d changed so much—not just in appearance, but in presence. He seemed like a
completely different person. Still puzzled, Wu Suowei’s gaze met hers, and she quickly
looked away.

“Wow... so handsome. Whoever he’s waiting for is one lucky person.” Her coworker was
still swooning.

Yue Yue forcibly turned her head away and grumbled, “You call that handsome? Clearly,
you’ve never seen my Chi Cheng.”

“Oh right—when are you going to introduce him to me?”

Yue Yue beamed with pride. “Anytime. You can’t even imagine how perfect he is.”
Her coworker was very curious. A man praised this much by Yue Yue had to be
something special.

“Tell me—how perfect is he?”

Yue Yue immediately opened the floodgates and rattled off a stream of glowing praise,
stringing every flattering word she knew around Chi Cheng. Her coworker listened,
lovestruck, practically drooling.

“How is he... in bed?” the coworker nudged Yue Yue playfully.

Yue Yue’s cheeks flushed. She leaned in and whispered, “I’m telling you, don’t tell
anyone—he’s insanely good. Just thinking about it makes my legs weak…”

“Damn!” The coworker giggled lasciviously. “No wonder you’re so head over heels.”

Yue Yue was proud as ever.

“Plus, tonight—I’m going to meet his parents!”

“Whoa!” Her coworker clung tightly to Yue Yue’s arm. “Yue Jie, you’re my idol! When
you become Mrs. Chi, don’t forget about us common folk. Help me scout around his
circle, my entire future happiness depends on you!”

“Haha... no problem!”

CHAPTER 47
While waiting for Chi Cheng, a beautiful woman stood nearby, stealing glances at Wu
Suowei. She lingered for quite a while, finally mustering the courage to approach him, a
bit nervously asking, “Hi handsome, can I have your number?”

Just at that moment, Wu Suowei spotted Chi Cheng’s car pulling up.

“Sorry.” He gave her a gentlemanly smile.

The beauty left, dejected. Wu Suowei silently sighed at her retreating back.

What a great ass… what a shame…

As soon as Chi Cheng got out of the car, his eyes were glued to Wu Suowei. The outfit he
wore perfectly highlighted every advantage—broad shoulders, a slim waist, perky butt,
long legs…
So the first thing Chi Cheng said upon walking up was:
“Dressed like this…”

Just those few words left Wu Suowei completely stuck.

Like this? What do you mean like this? Are you complimenting me or mocking me? That
teasing look, that sarcastic tone—this didn’t bode well… After a whole chain of mental
deductions, Wu Suowei’s thoughts were thoroughly scrambled. All the theory he’d
prepared felt wildly inappropriate when put into practice.

And so, the two walked in silence for half an hour.

Wu Suowei glanced at Chi Cheng from the corner of his eye. Calm expression, composed
gaze—it made Wu Suowei grind his teeth.
Damn, you’ve really got nerves of steel! I don’t know what to say—couldn’t you at least
throw me a bone?

Chi Cheng deliberately stayed quiet. He knew exactly what little schemes Wu Suowei
had in mind. He just wanted to see how prepared, how bold this man truly was—to dare
invite him to a park full of old folks doing laps for a meetup.

Two grown men strolled through the park like patrolling security guards, lap after lap.

Finally, Wu Suowei got tired and sat down on a big stone.

Chi Cheng sat next to him.

The two sat this close together. If neither said anything, the awkwardness would really hit
its peak.

Wu Suowei cleared his throat and finally forced something out.

“Nice weather today… the sky’s so blue…”

The second he said it, he wanted to slap himself. What the hell am I doing talking about
the sky with another dude? I should’ve just pulled him in! Kissed him! What’s there to be
afraid of? He’s not gonna smack me or call me a perv…

He clenched his fists and turned toward Chi Cheng’s sharp side profile—and just like
that, all his bold thoughts vanished.

Compared to Wu Suowei’s inner mess, Chi Cheng felt something entirely different.

In over twenty years, no one had ever said to his face, “The sky’s so blue today.” He’d
heard too many polished lines and flirtatious remarks. But this one clumsy, awkward
sentence—it struck a nerve, in the best way.
As they got up, Chi Cheng noticed dirt on Wu Suowei’s pants and casually reached over
to pat it off.

Wu Suowei was about to say thanks, but Chi Cheng didn’t stop. What started as a casual
gesture turned rhythmic, like drumming—he was really into it.

“Should be clean now…” Wu Suowei said with a straight face.

Chi Cheng paused—then added a cheeky comment:

“You’re not fat, but there’s a surprising amount of meat on your ass.”

And with that, he smacked Wu Suowei’s butt again, this time with some real force.

Wu Suowei winced in pain, baring his teeth and shooting Chi Cheng a glare. He was just
about to cuss him out when he suddenly remembered Jiang Xiaoshuai’s advice:
If a man touches your ass in any way, it means he’s into you. That’s your cue—respond,
give him something to work with.

With that in mind, Wu Suowei noticed Chi Cheng’s pants also had dirt on them.

Go on, help him pat it off... Wu Suowei mentally psyched himself up, daring to stretch
out his hand—but chickened out and retracted it halfway.
Goddammit, you coward! he cursed himself. He walked a few more steps and tried to
rally again:
Come on, it’s just two lumps of flesh wrapped in fabric. It’s not poisonous—what are you
scared of?

Chi Cheng noticed Wu Suowei’s suppressed expression and the sweat on his forehead,
and assumed he’d smacked him too hard.

“Does it hurt?” he suddenly asked.

Wu Suowei’s hand, which had just touched Chi Cheng’s pants, instantly snapped back.

“No, no, not at all. Just a little numb,” Wu Suowei said.

“Numb…” Chi Cheng repeated thoughtfully. “Want me to fix it for you?”

Wu Suowei was a man too—how could he not read that look in Chi Cheng’s eyes?
Inside, he was screaming:
Say yes! Say yes! This is your chance! Maybe this will be the moment everything changes
between you two!

Chi Cheng actually reached out his hand.

But Wu Suowei, like a reflex, suddenly grabbed Chi Cheng’s hand.

“Thanks, really, but no need. It’s not numb at all now

CHAPTER 48
On the way back, Wu Suowei kept urging himself: Make a move, hurry up, there are only
300 meters left before the park gate. If you don’t act now, you won’t get another chance.
200 meters left—your whole day’s effort will be wasted. 100 meters—if you don’t do it
now, they’ll be married before you know it!

A horn sounded behind them, and Wu Suowei gritted his teeth.

“Watch out for the car!”

Taking the opportunity, he grabbed Chi Cheng’s hand and pulled him to his side.

Five seconds later, a remote-control car shot between their feet, and a kid with a
controller came running after it, pressing the horn frantically as he chased it.

“…”

Their hands were still clasped. Neither made a move to let go. Wu Suowei had made up
his mind—anyway, it was already dark, no one could clearly see what they were doing.
As long as Chi Cheng didn’t pull away by force, he would keep holding on. Even if Chi
Cheng did try to pull away, he wouldn’t let go! You stole my girlfriend, so I’ll steal you!

That’s what he told himself, but Wu Suowei really wasn’t used to holding hands with
another man! It felt like having an affair with a widow... or a fling with your sister-in-
law… his whole body broke into a cold sweat!

Chi Cheng hadn’t held hands with anyone in years. The feeling of heart-throbbing
excitement was already a blurred memory. He never imagined that in this lifetime,
someone would grab his hand—clammy and damp—and he would feel the sweat seeping
into his skin, into his veins, sending a tingling jolt through his body. And out of the
corner of his eye, he could see a pair of nervous, restless eyes.

He tried to pull his hand away, sensing Wu Suowei’s anxiety. But then he reversed
course and held Wu Suowei’s hand firmly in his palm.

Chi Cheng’s hand was unusually large—one joint longer than most men’s.

And his grip was strong. Wu Suowei felt like Chi Cheng was intentionally kneading and
pressing down on his finger bones. It hurt like hell, but Wu Suowei endured it just to hold
on a little longer.
They kept walking in silence until Chi Cheng’s phone rang.

Yue Yue’s voice came through clearly: “I’m already at the hotel entrance. Where are
you?”

“I’ll be there soon,” Chi Cheng replied, and hung up.

“You leaving?” Wu Suowei asked.

Chi Cheng nodded. “I have a dinner appointment.”

Wu Suowei answered casually, “Go ahead.”

He sounded very cool, but his grip was firm. The moment Chi Cheng’s fingers twitched,
Wu Suowei doubled down, clenched his jaw, veins popping, eyes bulging—he just
wouldn’t let go! You want to walk away? Not unless you pry two fingers off my hand
first!

“Why aren’t you going?” he asked with a fake smile so strained it could make gods and
men cringe. “Don’t keep her waiting.”

Chi Cheng stared at Wu Suowei for a moment. Faced with his full defensive stance and
intense gaze, he grinned wickedly, gave Wu Suowei’s hand a tight squeeze, and kept
walking with him in tow.

Wu Suowei took advantage of his pickpocket skills to slip his hand into Chi Cheng’s coat
pocket and turned off his phone.

Another long walk.

All for that single stretch of road, Chi Cheng ended up hurting three people. First, his
parents—who had cleared their schedules to wait for their son and future daughter-in-
law, only to be stood up. Then Yue Yue—she knew the hotel location but not the room
number or his parents’ contact info. She waited alone for four hours, couldn’t reach him,
and was so anxious she nearly called the police. When she finally got through, he just
said: “I’m already asleep. Another time.”

If something meaningful had come out of that walk, some breakthrough, maybe it
would’ve been worth it.

But in the end, they really were just strolling. From the East Third Ring Road to the West
Third Ring Road, their shoes nearly worn through, and they didn’t say a single word.
They finally ended up where they started, and just as they were about to part ways, Wu
Suowei forced out one line:

“Let’s talk another day.”

Chi Cheng gave Wu Suowei a hard rub on his big forehead and left.

CHAPTER 49
After getting off work, Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t go home. He waited full of hope at the
clinic, and waited until deep into the night. Thinking about how Wu Suowei had gone out
a little after one, and still hadn’t come back, he figured the mission had been
accomplished.

The thought brought Jiang Xiaoshuai both comfort and a pang of heartache.

His pure and innocent little disciple! Just like that, he dove in headfirst, with no idea
whether it would be a smooth road ahead or a trap…

Finally, the door opened.

Jiang Xiaoshuai quickly stepped forward and grabbed Wu Suowei’s hand. He noticed the
hand was cold, and his eyes were full of mixed emotions—sadness and solemn
resignation, like someone sacrificing himself.

“You made a move?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked cautiously.

Wu Suowei nodded gravely.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s heart skipped a beat. “Was it… thorough?”

“Pretty thorough, I guess…” Wu Suowei held up his hand. “I didn’t let go for several
hours.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai silently clicked his tongue. “You two only used your hands? Nothing
down there?”

Down there? Wu Suowei was confused.

Jiang Xiaoshuai followed up, “How many times did you come?”

Now Wu Suowei understood, and immediately punched him.

“What are you thinking?! I was talking about holding hands…” He grabbed Jiang
Xiaoshuai’s hand and shook it a few times to demonstrate. “Just this… holding hands!
Got it now?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai fell into silent tears.

“I waited all afternoon for you, and all you did was hold hands?”

“Holding hands isn’t enough?!” Wu Suowei widened his eyes. “I even thought it was
developing too fast! Back when I was with Yue Yue, we didn’t hold hands until after we
made it official!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai felt it was time to correct his disciple’s straight-guy views on dating.

“Remember this: dating a man is fundamentally different from dating a woman. It’s not a
step-by-step thing—it happens all at once. You gotta skip all that mushy stuff like hand-
holding and kissing, and go straight to the point.”

Wu Suowei frowned. “Then what should I do?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai replied bluntly, “Stick your hand in his pants.”

Wu Suowei’s face dropped. “I can’t handle that.” Even holding hands had pushed his
psychological limits.

Jiang Xiaoshuai grabbed Wu Suowei’s hand and placed it on his own crotch with
righteous confidence. “Can’t handle this? We’re both guys, what’s the big deal?”

Wu Suowei was genuinely puzzled—why did he get all nervous holding hands with Chi
Cheng, but felt nothing when being this physically close with Jiang Xiaoshuai?

As he was pondering that, something under his hand twitched.

“Uh…” Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face changed. “I might not be able to handle this.”

Wu Suowei: “…”

In the following days, it was a period of recharging and cultivation. Ever since coming
back from the park, Wu Suowei hadn’t contacted Chi Cheng. He holed up in his room
reading books every day. After their first date, he’d come to a crucial realization: not
having anything to talk about is terrifying! To avoid praising the blue sky again next
time, Wu Suowei decided to broaden his knowledge.

Jiang Xiaoshuai picked up a book, The Fatal Conceit, flipped through a few pages—it
seemed to be about the fallacies of socialism. He grabbed another one, An Essay
Concerning Human Understanding, a Western classic discussing the foundations of
human knowledge and comprehension.

“You actually read this kind of stuff?” He was baffled.

Wu Suowei answered seriously, “To improve my cultivation and taste.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked skeptical. “Where did this sudden enlightenment come from?”

“I had no choice! Last time I met up with that bald guy, we hung out for seven or eight
hours and barely said ten sentences to each other. We had zero in common. I just re-read
his profile—he graduated from NYU with a degree in political science. I studied
engineering, nothing to do with politics at all. I don’t have his background, so at least I
should have some culture!”

Speaking of which, Jiang Xiaoshuai asked, “You guys haven’t talked in a while, huh?”

Wu Suowei nodded. “It’s been a week.”

“You’re taking this pretty well.” Jiang Xiaoshuai was starting to admire Wu Suowei’s
calm.

Wu Suowei picked up the desk calendar and marked something while speaking slowly,
“Right now is the 10-day cooling-off period. I won’t contact him during this time.”

“You’ve calculated it that precisely?” Jiang Xiaoshuai grinned.

Feeling confident, Wu Suowei turned his attention to Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Hasn’t Guo Chengyu not shown up in a while either?”

“Don’t jinx it!” Jiang Xiaoshuai cut in quickly. “That guy always shows up if you so
much as mention him!”

“Dr. Jiang, are you in? A buddy of mine twisted his ankle. Could you take a look?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai: “…”

Wu Suowei smirked while stroking his chin, Maybe I’m not good at chatting, but my
curse game is on point!

CHAPTER 50
Gangzi noticed that Chi Cheng had been unusually attentive to his phone lately. Not only
did he carry it with him at all times, but he also kept it on 24/7. Every time Gangzi called
him, Chi would answer immediately—it was almost unsettling.

On the ninth day of the cold war, Wu Suowei was buried in his books when his phone
rang without warning.
"Hello?"

The other end remained silent for a long time, but from the steady and powerful
breathing, Wu could tell it was definitely Chi Cheng.

"What's up?" Wu asked.

Chi Cheng took his time before replying, "What are you doing?"

Wu Suowei noisily flipped the pages of his book and answered earnestly, "Studying."

Chi didn’t respond, nor did he hang up. He just stayed silent.

"What are you doing?" Wu Suowei asked.

Chi replied, "Jerking off."

Fuck! Wu instantly hung up and threw his phone onto the bed.

A while later, something must’ve crossed Wu Suowei’s mind, because he suddenly

chuckled. Masturbating? That was worth pondering. He had a girlfriend, so why would
he be reduced to doing that? Could it be... trouble in paradise?

With that thought, Wu felt instantly invigorated. His motivation to study returned in full
force.

Half an hour later, the phone rang again.

"What are you reading?" Chi asked.

“An Essay Concerning Human Understanding,” Wu replied seriously.

This time, Chi hung up.

About ten minutes later, the phone rang again.

Seeing Chi’s name once more, Wu frowned. What the hell was he doing? Couldn’t he
just say everything at once? He picked up anyway, only to be met with silence again. Wu
was getting annoyed.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Jerking off."

Wu snapped, “How many times are you gonna do it?”

“Just this once. I haven’t come yet.”

Shit. Was he bragging now?

"Big iron head," Chi suddenly said.

Wu scowled in silence.

"Da Bao," Chi called again.

This time, Wu reluctantly responded.

But once again, Chi went quiet.

Holding on to the last bit of patience, Wu asked, "Do you actually have something to
say?"

"I do."

"Then spit it out!"

"I want to fuck you."

The words were followed by a low, muffled grunt from Chi’s chest—deep, powerful, and
wild like a tiger returning to the mountains. Just hearing it conjured up the image of that
fierce, untamed thing between his legs… the kind of thing that made your brows knit in
agony and then gradually relax as the breath slowly escaped from your parted lips…

Wu slammed his phone down on the desk and screamed up at the ceiling:

“AHHHHHH!!—”

Any man—any man—being teased like that by another man would feel their organs burst
with rage. Even if Wu Suowei did have some shady thoughts about Chi Cheng, he was
still a man through and through. Hearing something like “I want to fuck you” out of
nowhere wasn’t something you could just swallow.

“The Bible—quick, get the Bible…”

Muttering to himself, Wu Suowei desperately grabbed his Bible, opened it like a

drowning man reaching for salvation, clasped his hands together, and prayed:

“Lord, please smite this pervert for me!”

…
The next day, Chi Cheng showed up at the clinic like nothing had happened. Dressed in
his uniform, he looked impressive and dignified, walking with a steady stride and a
serious face. From the entrance to the inner room, every person in the clinic—whether
standing or sitting, young or old, male or female—felt a chill and instinctively tensed up.

Wu Suowei glanced up and saw a face that was cold and righteous.

As if he hadn’t made that call yesterday. As if he hadn’t said those four filthy words.

"Let’s go somewhere and talk," Chi Cheng said.

"I'm busy," Wu replied, still buried in his book.

"The patrol car is parked outside the clinic. Siren’s been going off nonstop. Up to you."

Bang!—he shut the door.

Wu Suowei angrily spat out the chewed cigarette butt in his mouth and got up anyway.

CHAPTER 51
Coming out of the inner room, Wu Suowei seemed like a different person—dressed in a
suit and tie, polished leather shoes, a neat briefcase, and wearing thick prescription
glasses properly positioned. Under Chi Cheng’s deliberate gaze, he walked steadily to
him and gave a faint smile.

“Let’s go!”

Once in the car, Chi Cheng remained silent, while Wu Suowei took out a book and
carefully read it on his lap.

“I find reading Fang Long’s books is like solving riddles—full of irony, exaggeration,
and mockery. Truly heretical history…”

Chi Cheng paid no attention, treating it like a little monk chanting scriptures nearby. But
the little jealous one (the dog) listened attentively, eyes darting around Wu’s book, tail
wagging, soon falling asleep.

After driving some distance, Chi Cheng finally spoke, “Where to?”

Wu Suowei closed the book slowly, “The teahouse.”

At the teahouse, they found a quiet corner. Wu Suowei pulled out that nauseating book
again, glanced at it pretentiously, pushed up his glasses—really playing the part.

“You know, history is so dramatic—why do people still read novels?” He looked at Chi
Cheng with interest.

Chi Cheng ignored the question completely.

Wu Suowei kept a steady smile. “Do you think religion can monopolize the truth?”

Chi Cheng looked outside, fingers scraping the table like a tiger sharpening claws.

Wu Suowei had to smooth things over: “I think all intolerance comes from human fear.
Those in positions of authority especially so, so they deceive the public at all costs, just
like Nietzsche’s ‘phenomenon of the blind herd.’”

Chi Cheng chewed and swallowed the tea leaves in his mouth.

Wu Suowei asked again, “What do you think?”

After a pause, Chi Cheng finally answered, “Talking about this stuff with you is less
interesting than discussing ‘the anatomy of the anus.’”

“...”

After finishing tea, Wu Suowei invited Chi Cheng to a concert—an elegant place where
refined people enjoyed the art of music. It was Wu’s first time in such a place; the
atmosphere was so comfortable he fell asleep within ten minutes.

Chi Cheng glanced at Wu Suowei, who lowered his head in surrender, his smooth
forehead shining under dim lights... He couldn’t help but smile. Here was just a street
punk trying hard to act high class.

He tilted Wu Suowei’s head onto his shoulder. Finding support, Wu slept more soundly,
his warm breath drifting into Chi’s collar.

A piece of music reached its climax; the performer was absorbed, the audience
enchanted. Chi Cheng, however, was elsewhere—his ears filled only with Wu’s
breathing.

It had been years since sharing a bed with someone; suddenly, the rhythm of sleep
breathing sounded quite nice.

Wu’s head slipped from Chi’s shoulder but was caught by Chi’s large hands and placed
on his lap. He absentmindedly rubbed Wu’s forehead—so hard! A thick layer of dead
skin, how did it get like this?
Wu’s sleep timing was perfect—he woke just as the music stopped, applause ringing in
his ears. He snapped upright and clapped reflexively, a look of pure enjoyment on his
face.

“Indeed, a feast of music!”

Chi’s peripheral vision caught a button-shaped imprint on Wu’s right cheek. Praising
words flowed unabated, making him want to pin Wu down and ravish him—this guy was
unbearably cute!

Outside, there was an ice cream shop. Chi stopped at the window and turned to ask Wu,
“What flavor?”

“Original,” Wu said.

“Two originals, then.”

Walking, Chi didn’t touch his ice cream, only stared at Wu’s cone.

“Let me try yours,” Chi said.

Wu cast a disdainful glance. “Isn’t it the same flavor?”

Chi insisted it wasn’t.

Wu frowned but handed over his cone.

Unexpectedly, Chi bypassed the ice cream and went straight for Wu’s mouth, prying
open his jaw and stealing a bite from his cone when Wu was off guard.

Wu’s face flushed red with anger, but before he could react, Chi leaned closer again. Wu
quickly turned his face away. When he looked back, only a short stub of cone remained
in his hand.

Chi had eaten four-fifths.

“Damn, your mouth is huge!” Wu was both angry and shocked.

Chi reasoned, “Only a big mouth can fit the whole thing.”

He brought his own cone to his mouth, devouring it like a glutton—from top to bottom—
with dark eyes subtly watching Wu. His strong jaw muscles clenched, his Adam’s apple
rolled twice, and the whole cone disappeared. His thick, strong tongue flicked at the firm
corners of his lips, licking every drop of white cream.
Probably no one else in the world could eat ice cream so wildly and so shamelessly
except for Chi.

Wu swallowed hard.

Sometimes small patience saves big plans—he should feel lucky.

...

When Chi Cheng sent Wu Suowei back to the clinic, Jiang Xiaoshuai had already left.
Not sure if he deliberately cleared the place for them, but today he left early. Feeling Chi
followed in from behind, Wu’s back chilled. Though he himself was ill-intentioned, in
this room it was he who felt anxious and uneasy.

Of course, showing weakness was taboo at times like this. Wu knew this well, so with a
composed face, he walked to the inner room and leisurely loosened his tie.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his pants.

Wu immediately betrayed his nervousness, clutching his waistband tightly, springing

back like an electric shock, eyes fiercely locking onto Chi’s two large hands.

“Show some respect!” he warned sternly.

Chi looked innocent. “Who’s disrespecting you?”

Wu twisted his neck. “Why are you pulling my pants?”

“I just want to see if you’re wearing the underwear I bought you.”

Wu was embarrassed. “You bought so many pairs—how do you know which are yours?”

Chi leaned against the desk, smoking, eyes narrowed as he looked at Wu.

“I picked every single pair—brand, size, fabric—all checked carefully. You think I got
them from a wholesale market?”

Wu’s eyes shifted.

Chi then spotted a small sugar figure on the wooden cabinet and said, “Make me another
sugar figure.”

Wu frowned, “No more.”

Chi said, “Last time I took one home, my girlfriend liked it a lot. Make her one.”
“Your girlfriend?” Wu’s nerves tightened. “Yue Yue?”

“Huh?” Chi was surprised. “How did you know?”

Wu scolded inside: What are you pretending for? She’s the one who egged you on to
make things difficult for me before using your position. Of course, Wu didn’t say it
outright—if he did, Chi would see through his motives. Better to play dumb.

Seeing Wu looking so defeated, Chi felt suddenly pleased.

He blew smoke in Wu’s face. “I’m giving it to my girlfriend. You don’t like it?”

No kidding! That was his ex-girlfriend. Chi was just taking Wu’s work and gifting it to
someone else—how could Wu be happy?

Still silent.

Chi suddenly thought Wu looked so pitiful, he couldn’t help stealing glances.

“Be good. Make her one.”

In the end, Wu really made one—a vividly lifelike poop figure, almost ready to shove
into Chi’s mouth.

“Take this and get out of here!”

Wu pointed to the door.

Chi’s feet were always under his own control, immune to anyone’s gestures. He walked
straight into the pharmacy inside.

Wu shouted, “Don’t touch other people’s stuff!”

Chi glanced around, found a box of topical ointment for bruises and swelling. After
coming out, he grabbed Wu’s waistband, pressed him onto a chair, squeezed out some
ointment and rubbed it hard on Wu’s forehead.

Wu pushed him away. “What are you doing?”

“Stay still!”

Chi suddenly roared—a thunderclap, terrifying and commanding.

“Your forehead’s full of dead skin. If you don’t put on medicine, it’ll get worse!”

Wu, realizing Chi’s kindness, felt awkward.

“Why are you so nice to me?”

Chi retorted, “What do you think?”

Wu stiffened. “I don’t know.”

“With your little understanding, and you still dare to be the other man?” Chi teased.

Wu almost spat blood on Chi’s face. Damn it, who’s really the other man here?!

Back home, Chi rolled a bamboo stick in his hands, eyes following the sugar figure.

He knew that once he showed it to Yue Yue, his girlfriend would smile, and the
misunderstanding from meeting the parents would be cleared. That simple. Someone
puffing his cheeks meant one less trouble for Chi.

But in the end, he still stuck the sugar figure onto the wooden box.

It was too precious—he was a little reluctant to part with it.

CHAPTER 52
Early the next morning, Jiang Xiaoshuai rushed into the clinic, eager to interrogate about
the situation.

“He left?”

Wu Suowei paused with his toothbrush in his mouth, then said, “He left a long time ago!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai squinted, scrutinizing Wu Suowei. “What time did he leave?”

“Can’t remember.” Wu Suowei casually spat out the saliva in his mouth. “Around nine, I
guess. After he left, I took a shower—finished right at ten.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s lips twitched. “He didn’t stay here, right?”

“Stay here?” Wu Suowei glared. “Why would I let him stay here?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai anxiously scratched his head. “So you two didn’t do anything last
night?”

“We made a sugar figurine.”

“Again with sugar figurines?” Jiang Xiaoshuai’s forehead creased with frustration.
“Can’t you do something else?”

“You think I want to? He wouldn’t stop!” Wu Suowei grumbled, aggressively brushing
his teeth. “If it weren’t to keep him hooked, would I stoop to performing tricks like that?”

“You can’t just keep performing tricks! You have to ‘perform’ with your body too!”

Wu Suowei’s pupils contracted sharply. “What did you say?”

“No… no, you misunderstood me.” Jiang Xiaoshuai put a hand to his forehead. “I mean,
we can’t just keep fishing like this. A little fun is good, but if it’s all fun and no
substance, it gets boring. Men are carnivores; if you only give them fun but no ‘meat,’
would you be happy? Of course, if you’re charismatic enough, he might stick around, but
don’t you think this is dragging things out too long?”

Wu Suowei stared blankly at himself in the mirror.

“Think about it! If you wait a year, who knows how many others Chi Cheng will have
been with? Maybe Yue Yue will be in someone else’s bed by then. Who would you get
revenge on? The cucumber and cabbage will have gone cold! Now’s the best time—
strike while the iron is hot and take him all at once!”

Wu Suowei rinsed his mouth, spitting out bloody water.

Damn, he was irritated!

After finishing up, Wu Suowei left the bathroom and sat at the desk in the inner room,
pondering Jiang Xiaoshuai’s words and reviewing his own plan, torn inside—should he
really adjust his strategy?

Jiang Xiaoshuai poked his head in at the door, unwilling to give up. “You two didn’t have
any physical contact at all yesterday?”

Wu Suowei wracked his brain and finally remembered the disgusting ice cream scene.

“Does kissing count?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai instantly perked up and leaned close, pressing, “What kind of kiss?
French kiss? How long?”

Wu Suowei recounted every detail.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s expression was one of regret and frustration, wishing he could
personally intervene.
“What a good opportunity! To eat from his mouth! Why didn’t you eat from his mouth?”

Wu Suowei replied with three words, “I thought it was dirty.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was speechless.

After a while, Wu Suowei recalled their phone call from that day. Hesitating, he told
Jiang Xiaoshuai about it.

Jiang Xiaoshuai clapped Wu on the thigh and declared:

“He definitely likes you. Next time he says those four words, respond immediately—he’s
yours!”

That night, Chi Cheng went to a nightclub with some buddies.

Since Chi Cheng started working, they hadn’t gathered for a long time. The private room
was thick with the smell of alcohol and people. There were leering rich kids, voluptuous
young models, and slender aristocrats… Countless provocative glances were thrown at
Chi Cheng. He ground his back teeth, a little hungry for some action.

“Chi, I heard you got a new girlfriend. When are you bringing her out for us to meet?”

Chi Cheng smiled coldly, “Not just meeting—fucking’s no problem either.”

He tilted his head back and squinted, a cigarette automatically going to his lips.

“Hahaha…” The lewd laughter filled his ears. “Chi, you’re the only one I respect after all
these years! You speak and act decisively! Too many people are wishy-washy now. I
admire your swagger…”

At that moment, a beautiful model sat beside Chi Cheng, smiling and wrapping her arm
around his. Her delicate fingertips stroked the veins on his hand.

“Chi, your hand is so big. Your middle finger is so long.”

Chi Cheng’s pupils suddenly shrank. He twisted his wrist hard; a scream pierced the air
as the sofa slid over a foot. The model fell back on the couch, hair disheveled, as Chi
Cheng’s foot pinned her chin.

After a few seconds, the model’s lips curved into a seductive smile. She raised her head
slightly, bit onto Chi Cheng’s sock, slowly and seductively sucking it, then slid her
tongue between his toes.

A tingling sensation spread through his body.

Suddenly, Chi Cheng wanted to call Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei rested his chin on the desk, nodding drowsily. Hearing the phone ring, he
startled.

Chi Cheng’s heel was being nibbled; his breath suddenly quickened, desire bursting forth.

“I want to fuck you!”

Again, those four words—like fate giving Wu another chance.

“Respond immediately, and he’s yours…” The master’s teaching echoed in his ears.

Wu Suowei swallowed hard, forcing the words out between clenched teeth:

“Me—too!”

Chi Cheng’s toes stiffened, the model too scared to move.

“What did you say?”

“I want to fuck you too!”

The air froze for a few seconds before Chi Cheng kicked the model’s neck, nearly
choking her.

The next day, when Jiang Xiaoshuai heard Wu Suowei’s complaint, he slammed the table
laughing hysterically.

“You really said ‘me—too’ to him?”

Wu Suowei nodded.

Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed even harder.

“Was that so funny?” Wu Suowei looked serious. “I responded just like you told me, but
nothing happened—it was awkward. And you were so confident. What happened,
miscalculation?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai tried to hold back laughter. “Who responds like that?”

“How else should I respond?” Wu frowned. “Should I say ‘You fuck me’? I’m not a
woman, and I didn’t grow this ‘thing’ for nothing. Why should he fuck me?”
Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed uproariously again.

“What made you so beautiful like this?”

Suddenly a voice interrupted, stopping Jiang Xiaoshuai’s laughter abruptly. His face
turned dark red, which Guo Chengyu noticed, but Jiang didn’t care. He put his hands in
his white coat pockets and walked back to the clinic calmly.

“Dr. Jiang, one of my buddies has irregular periods. Can you treat him?”

To be honest, Guo Chengyu’s friends were not easy—they were always brought here
with all kinds of “symptoms.” At first, out of sincerity, they’d even scratch their arms or
kick their legs before coming in to seem legitimate. Once those tricks were exhausted,
they tried congenital defects—too skinny was muscle atrophy, too short was cretinism.
Yesterday, they caught a guy with abdominal pain, who accidentally qualified…

Just then, Chi Cheng walked in.

Jiang Xiaoshuai casually waited for the unlucky guy but seeing Chi Cheng’s figure made
his throat tighten.

Irregular periods…

Guo Chengyu was also waiting and was surprised when the abdominal pain guy didn’t
show, but saw Chi Cheng instead.

They quickly sensed each other’s presence; their eyes met.

“You two coordinate too well.”

Guo Chengyu smiled first, then locked Chi Cheng’s neck with his elbow, whispering,
“You’re quick. I haven’t gotten to him yet, but you’re already coming.”

Chi Cheng’s expression froze; his gaze fixed on Wu Suowei.

“You’re interested in him?”

Guo Chengyu’s hand touched Chi’s cold cheek, turning his head toward Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“No, it’s him.”

The two men openly and covertly competed while the master and disciple were also
active.

“They actually know each other.” Jiang Xiaoshuai was very surprised.
Wu Suowei’s sharp gaze swept over the two men calmly. “I think not only do they know
each other, there’s some kind of entanglement. Their family backgrounds are similar, so
they must know a lot about each other. If we try to find a breakthrough through Guo
Chengyu, we might get unexpected gains.”

“I think your current priority is not to find surprises but to avoid them.” Jiang Xiaoshuai
raised his chin. “Look at Chi Cheng’s eyes—they look like he wants to kill you.”

Hearing this, Wu Suowei took another look—and indeed, it was a bit like that.

Chi Cheng highly suspected Wu had gotten himself in deep trouble. He had taken that
phone call last night with only one thought in mind—go to the clinic and fuck his ass up.
But right after leaving the club, Chi got a call from Yuan, telling him to come home
immediately. He woke up still angry, drove straight to the clinic, but ran into Guo
Chengyu, who invited him for a “warm chat.” By the time he returned, his impulse was
nearly gone.

Still, the worst was avoided, but punishment remained.

CHAPTER 53
It was past eight in the evening when Wu Suowei came back from the basketball court
and saw Jiang Xiaoshuai still in the clinic.

“Hey, why are you still here?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said boredly, “Afraid something might happen to you.”

“What could happen to me?” Wu Suowei shrugged off his sweat-drenched jacket and
hung it on the wall, speaking casually. “You worried that bald guy will come bother me?
Don’t worry, I’ve already got a perfect plan.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai wasn’t so optimistic. He knew men too well. That look in Chi Cheng’s
eyes clearly meant he wanted to eat him alive.

Suddenly, Wu Suowei leaned close to Jiang Xiaoshuai, his shiny black eyes glinting with
amusement. “Weren’t you always hoping that he’d come give me trouble? So now that
he’s really coming, why are you worried?”

“That’s different!” Jiang Xiaoshuai pinched Wu Suowei’s nose. “I don’t worry about
hugging and touching and rubbing, but what if he gets rough? You might lose half your
life! I’m staying here so if anything special happens, at least someone’s got your back.”
Wu Suowei ran his hand over his head, shaking off water droplets.

“That serious?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s gaze grew deep and solemn. “From experience—I’d say yes.”

Wu Suowei said nothing and turned into the bedroom.

Half an hour later, Chi Cheng really showed up.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was tidying up in the consultation room, his nerves tense at the sound of
footsteps. But when he turned to see Chi Cheng, his eyes were calm.

“Looking for Wu Suowei?”

Chi Cheng’s fierce eyes narrowed slightly, signaling yes.

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “He’s in the inner room.”

As Chi Cheng passed by Jiang Xiaoshuai, he paused and asked, “You two live together?”

“No, I’m just packing up. Leaving soon.”

Chi Cheng pushed open the door and walked in.

Jiang Xiaoshuai immediately dropped what he was holding and slipped to the door to
eavesdrop.

Inside, Chi Cheng’s gaze shifted to the desk where the man who claimed he wanted to
fuck him was now asleep, head down on the table. Thick stacks of books lay beside
him—mostly Western classics, many about economics and politics. Chi Cheng flipped
through the last book and found a sheet underneath.

He pulled it out: a chart titled “Required Reading for New York University Political
Science Major.”

It listed over forty books—exactly the ones he had just flipped through.

Chi Cheng’s heart stirred.

He suddenly recalled how seriously Wu Suowei talked about political thought at the
teahouse. Back then, Wu had wanted to impress him, right? A guy who graduated from a
top science and engineering university forcing himself to read these books must have felt
pretty conflicted. Maybe that’s why he fell asleep at the concert—he was just exhausted?

Since Chi Cheng met Wu Suowei, the latter had always awkwardly gotten close and kept
his distance at the same time.

Wu Suowei lay there obediently, seemingly sound asleep, but his mind was timing every
second.

Suddenly, his forehead was rubbed.

Wu Suowei pretended to be annoyed awake, rubbed his eyes, and looked impatiently at
Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng still held that reading list.

Wu Suowei snatched it away and put on a face like he was caught and unwilling to admit
it. Actually, it was the sheet he had put under the last book.

“Who told you to rummage through my stuff?”

Chi Cheng’s eyes burned as he stared at Wu Suowei’s face. “I just wanted to know what
kind of books the guy who wants to fuck me reads. What kind of spiritual leaders inspire
him to make such outrageous boasts?”

Wu Suowei felt a tightness in his chest. Damn, he thought Chi would forget about that
after being touched, but here he was holding a grudge. While silently cursing him for
being petty, he also felt unfair—why can he say he wants to fuck me, but I can’t say I
want to fuck him?

Just then, Chi Cheng grabbed the short stubble on Wu Suowei’s head, tilting it back
dramatically.

Their noses pressed together.

“When did you start desiring me?” Chi Cheng asked with a teasing smile.

Wu Suowei was speechless.

CHAPTER 54
Chi Cheng’s gaze was like a rough file scraping across Wu Suowei’s face, making his
scalp ache from the intensity. Above the gaze was Chi’s open shirt collar, revealing a
ruggedly masculine chest, solid pectorals rising and falling with each breath like surging
waves pounding against Wu Suowei’s tough little heart.

Actually, Wu Suowei really wanted to say, I don’t have those kinds of feelings for you.

But his master was right outside the door, his teachings ringing in Wu’s ears—Strike
when the opportunity arises, but always protect yourself first.

Chi Cheng pushed again, forcing Wu’s upper body down onto the desk, his waist nearly
bending in half.

“Since I was a street vendor,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng pressed the side of his face close to Wu’s, who couldn’t dodge—his thin lips
accidentally brushed against Chi’s stubble, forcibly planting a kiss on Chi’s cheek. Chi
Cheng accepted it comfortably; Wu Suowei found it maddening.

“So you’re saying all those ‘accidental’ encounters before were planned by you?”

Chi Cheng’s “accidents” referred to Wu Suowei spilling porridge, performing on the

street, stealing, reckless driving—Wu mentally shot back, No, you set me up and you’re
trying to pin it on me!

To keep the peace, Wu Suowei reluctantly murmured an “uh-huh.”

“Why don’t you just say you like me?”

Chi Cheng’s hard thing pressed firmly against Wu’s lower abdomen.

Wu Suowei blushed deeply, eyes darting desperately for an escape but blocked by Chi’s
imposing body.

Chi Cheng’s big hand squeezed the softest part of Wu’s ass hard, noticing the flush rising
to his ears, he teasingly asked, “Shy?”

Wu Suowei clenched his face, silent.

Suddenly, Chi Cheng’s lips sealed over his.

Wu Suowei’s whole body trembled violently.

Pulling down Chi Cheng’s zipper was easy, prying open his mouth was not. Wu usually
conquered others with his lower body; hands were just helpers, used depending on mood.
Mouths were taboo—over the years, except for that group of snakes, no one had ever
touched his lips.
Today, for this scheming brat, he broke the rule.

Chi Cheng’s tongue was thick and strong, curling slightly, making Wu lose all bearings.
His fingers tugged at Wu’s hair, kissing deeper and harder until Wu’s breath grew short,
unable to break free, yet unable to stop…

Masters are masters—even a kiss is full of tricks.

At this moment, Wu Suowei sadly realized that the long, passionate kisses he’d once
thought deeply intoxicating were trampled into nothing compared to these brief, intense
seconds.

Chi Cheng grabbed Wu’s hand and dragged it under his crotch, his eagle-like gaze fixed
on Wu’s face.

“Want to see?” Chi asked.

Wu panicked, eyes darting to the door, and blurted out, “I mean… do I want to or not?”

Chi Cheng said, “…Who are you asking?”

Outside, Jiang Xiaoshuai was laughing himself silly.

He knocked loudly on the doorframe and called out, “I’m leaving now!”

Just as his foot stepped out, the carefree mood vanished—Jiang Xiaoshuai wanted to
smack himself: They’re being all lovey-dovey, why the hell are you so salty?

Wu Suowei was dragged onto the bed by Chi Cheng, the two “monks” sitting cross-
legged facing each other.

“Ever seen a guy’s dick?” Chi asked.

Wu’s face flushed immediately—not from prudery, but because no one had ever asked
him that before. The usual banter among bros was about seeing a girl’s private parts; this
weird question was almost too much.

“Only in the men’s room,” Wu answered.

Chi Cheng smoked his cigarette with a smirk, naturally undoing the belt of his well-worn
pants, pulling down the zipper to reveal his black briefs. Above the waistband was a
dense, shiny patch of pubic hair, thick and lustrous—hiding the real deal that made
women’s hearts race and men feel inadequate.

Wu’s throat tightened—not from desire, but shock.

Guys always secretly compared their equipment, and seeing Chi Cheng’s without even
pulling down the briefs yet, Wu was stunned—How could his be that big?

Chi Cheng flicked his ash, took a drag, and used his free hand to pull down his briefs.

Wu’s heart twisted into knots.

Chi glanced at Wu with a smiling mouth, exhaled a smoke ring slowly, then leisurely
pulled the front of his briefs below his sack, generously displaying his impressive
manhood.

Wu’s only thought: Did your mom feed you shit to grow that big? How could you be so...
robust?!

CHAPTER 55
Chi Cheng crushed the cigarette butt, grabbed Wu Suowei by the neck, and forcefully
dragged him close. His big hand slid down from Wu’s shoulder to the waistband of his
pajama pants, eyes shooting a sharp glance from above.

“Let me see yours too.”

The moment Wu Suowei heard that, every hair on his body stood on end. He reflexively
pushed Chi’s hand away.

No way! Absolutely not!

Chi Cheng didn’t pull harder, nor did he let go. They just froze like that, teeth grinding
with a squeak.

“Why won’t you show me?”

A vein throbbed in Wu Suowei’s neck. He gritted his teeth and blurted, “Mine’s way too
small. Not worth showing.”

Chi Cheng chuckled, “I remember your balls being pretty big.” His hand slid down two
inches.

“You’re mistaken!” Wu Suowei’s forehead broke out in a cold sweat. “I’m

underdeveloped.” He tried to push Chi’s hand back up an inch.

“Keep feeling, maybe it’ll develop a second time.” The hand moved down two more
inches.
Wu Suowei was panting hard, face red as a beet—someone unaware might’ve thought
Chi’s hand had already gone too far. He tried pushing it back up but couldn’t; Chi’s hand
was like a nail wedged two inches above Wu’s manhood.

Then, it started to slide down slowly—unstoppable.

With no way out, Wu Suowei unleashed his secret weapon: a hard headbutt to Chi’s
collarbone. This wasn’t a joke—it really rattled Chi’s chest muscles and made Wu’s eyes
go red.

Breaking free desperately, Wu scrambled to the corner of the bed, gasping for breath as
sweat poured down in streams.

Seeing Wu so resistant surprised Chi, but remembering their first time holding hands,
such a reaction wasn’t totally unexpected.

Chi Cheng reached out to wipe sweat off Wu’s forehead. Wu dodged, but Chi pulled him
back, insistently wiping—and the more he wiped, the more sweat appeared.

“Are you really that scared? I’m not gonna eat you.”

I’m not scared, Wu Suowei thought, nearly tearing up. I’ve just never done this before!
Why bully me like this? We’re both guys, what are you staring at?

Gathering his nerves, Wu finally said, “I don’t want to do this with you right now.”

“You never been with a guy?” Chi asked.

Wu’s eyes answered for him: Do I look like I have?

“So how do you know you like guys?” Chi pressed.

Wu’s lips twitched, and without thinking, he said, “I don’t know if I like guys or not—I
just know I like you.”

That careless sentence struck deep in Chi’s heart.

“You sly bastard!” Chi twisted Wu’s cheek hard.

The sting was real, but inside Wu felt relieved—they’d managed to keep control of the
situation.

“I don’t like forcing anyone. If you’re not into it, then just watch me.”

Saying that, Chi pulled out his big cock and started stroking himself.
Wu froze, eyelids twitching nonstop. What the hell? he thought. Did he really just... But
there was more surprise to come.

Chi caught Wu’s evasive glance, grinned fiercely, and yanked his head around.

“You’re so shy, and you still wanna fuck me?”

Wu bit his teeth hard, afraid if he loosened his jaw he’d blurt something embarrassing.

Chi’s heavy breaths filled Wu’s ears, making him blush scarlet.

“Don’t close your eyes. Watch closely.”

Chi’s huge, intimidating symbol of masculinity was still growing, rich in color with
visible veins. The tip, plump and firm, looked less like a head and more like a dragon’s
crown—full of a wild, devouring power.

“You like it?” Chi asked.

Wu gritted his teeth. Like it? How could he not? They’d shared the same passage, after
all—they might as well be brothers.

“If you like it, reach out and touch,” Chi said.

Wu stammered, “...Ah? ...Ah! ...”

The moment he grasped it, all five fingers froze.

Chi didn’t push him further—just let go after a brief squeeze. His hand moved behind
Wu’s back, pinching his firm ass and squeezing hard. Wu resisted; Chi folded his belt in
his hand and warned, “Do you want me to get rough?”

Honestly, Chi had been very patient with Wu. He’d never taken matters into his own
hands in front of others. Since Wu threw porridge on him, Chi had given him an
inexplicable tolerance, a seemingly endless patience, as if indulging and accommodating
him was his due.

Wu buried his restrained face into the sheets, grinding his teeth silently.

One day you’ll regret this!

Just as things were about to explode, Chi grabbed Wu’s neck firmly and pressed him
down onto his lower abdomen.

Moments later, thick white essence sprayed before Wu’s eyes, accompanied by trembling
skin, nerve spasms, and Chi’s cursing in pleasure.
Chi left, but before walking out, he rubbed medicine on Wu’s forehead and warned
sternly:

“If I see you using that forehead of yours as a weapon again, I’ll turn you into Swiss
cheese.”

CHAPTER 56
The next day, Jiang Xiaoshuai was late for work, and there was already a line of people
standing outside the clinic. Jiang Xiaoshuai felt quite embarrassed, repeatedly explaining
to the patients that he had stayed up too late last night and didn’t hear his alarm in the
morning…

After taking care of these patients, Jiang Xiaoshuai realized he hadn’t seen Wu Suowei
since he came in.

Could it be that someone had taken him away?

Jiang Xiaoshuai pushed open the bedroom door with a questioning look.

A living person lay in bed, completely intact.

“Why haven’t you gotten up yet?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was quite puzzled; usually at this time, Wu Suowei would have finished
breakfast and gone to the snake room.

Wu Suowei said weakly, “Don’t want to get up.”

“Don’t want to get up?” Jiang Xiaoshuai’s heart was pounding uncontrollably. With two
big dark circles under his eyes, he rushed over to Wu Suowei’s bed, nervously asking,
“Why don’t you want to get up?”

Wu Suowei stared blankly at the wall opposite him, saying in a flat tone, “I want to die.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s heart instantly fell into an ice hole. He grabbed Wu Suowei’s hand
tightly.

“Did he do that to you?”

Wu Suowei’s lips moved but no words came out.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes turned red, “Then… did you bleed?”

Wu Suowei finally regained some clarity, and in a hoarse voice asked, “Have you ever
bled from… masturbating?”

“Masturbating?” Jiang Xiaoshuai’s expression froze for a moment.

Mentioning that word, Wu Suowei’s cracked lips twitched slightly, his expression filled
with unbearable pain.

“Last night, he masturbated right in front of me and even forced me to watch.”

After saying this, he couldn’t help but shiver, covering his head with the blanket, curling
up like a shrimp.

Jiang Xiaoshuai blew a breath out from the corner of his mouth, and slapped the blanket
hard twice.

“Damn, I thought something serious happened! After all that fuss, it’s just this little thing.
What a waste of emotions!”

After saying that, he whistled and walked out lightly.

An hour later, Wu Suowei still hadn’t come out. Jiang Xiaoshuai started to feel
suspicious: was something really wrong?

He walked into the bedroom again, and found that despite the scorching heat of June, Wu
Suowei had wrapped himself up tightly. Jiang lifted the blanket, and saw Wu’s flushed
face, burning chest, and cold sweat all over.

“No… Dawei, it’s not that bad. It’s just that he jerked off in front of you. Just think of it
like watching porn.”

The truth was, when it happened to Wu Suowei, it really was that bad.

Jiang Xiaoshuai picked up a thermometer and saw 39.5 degrees Celsius.

Only then did he realize the severity of the situation. Sitting by the bed, he kept
comforting Wu Suowei, “Disciple! This kind of thing really isn’t a big deal in our circle.
Don’t use normal logic to measure it. Just because he did that in front of you, doesn’t
mean he was trying to insult you. It just means he simply has feelings for you.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said this too late; if only he had said it a few hours earlier, maybe it
would have worked.

“How about… we just stop here?” Jiang Xiaoshuai felt sorry but couldn’t bear to see Wu
Suowei force himself. “With your mentality, you really aren’t suited for this. Just focus
on raising your snakes! When they’re ready to sell, get a storefront, do a little business.
I’m sure some girls will want to be with you.”

Wu Suowei weakly propped himself up with his arm, eyes still stubborn.

“In my dictionary, there’s no such thing as giving up halfway.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said slowly, word by word, “Your persistence moves me to tears.”

Wu Suowei stood up, legs feeling unsteady as he walked toward the door.

Jiang Xiaoshuai hurriedly asked, “Where are you going?”

“Going home to rest for a couple of days.”

“No, you still have a fever.” Jiang Xiaoshuai blocked Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei looked at Jiang Xiaoshuai with firm and unyielding eyes, “This is a sickness
of the heart. Shots and medicine won’t help. I can only rely on my strong will to
overcome it.”

“Then at least take some medicine, right?” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

“No need.” Wu Suowei took out his phone and handed it to Jiang Xiaoshuai, “I don’t
want to see him for now. If he comes looking for me or calls, help me deal with it.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes looked rather sad, “Go without worry, I’ve got this.”

Wu Suowei nodded, resolutely turned and left, his indomitable figure slowly fading from
Jiang Xiaoshuai’s sight.

CHAPTER 57
In the afternoon, Chi Cheng slipped his phone into his pocket, carrying the little candy
bag as he walked out of the office building.

“Hey, Chi Cheng!”

Chi Cheng turned his head to see the policewoman standing nearby.

“What’s up?”
The policewoman held a stack of documents, looking up at Chi Cheng with wide eyes.
“When are you submitting your work report? Everyone else on the team has handed
theirs in, you’re the only one left!”

Chi Cheng didn’t say a word and just walked off.

The policewoman stomped her foot angrily. “What kind of person is this? Always
dragging their feet on reports, and in the end, I have to write them myself!”

“That’s because you like it,” Fang Xin chimed in nearby.

The policewoman shot him a sharp glare, then stomped off in a huff.

Chi Cheng was on patrol outside in his police car, occasionally getting out to direct
traffic, but mostly playing with the little candy bag inside the car, not feeling bored at all.
Recently, he’d developed a new habit: whenever he had free time, he checked his phone
like a teenager with a crush.

He thought his interest in Wu Suowei was just a novelty. After all, surrounded by
seasoned veterans, it was natural to be fascinated by a rookie. But these past days, he
realized his feelings were becoming unusual—meeting Wu felt normal, but when apart,
he actually started thinking about him.

He thought about his chubby cheeks from when he was a kid eating sugar figurines.

He thought about him sitting seriously in the teahouse reading, staring at a single line of
text for over ten minutes.

He thought about his trembling basketball-shaking hips.

He thought about that line: “I don’t even know if I like guys, I just know I like you.”

He couldn’t help but dial Wu Suowei’s number.

The call connected quickly, but the other side was silent.

Chi Cheng spoke first, “What are you doing?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai imitated Wu Suowei’s voice, “Traveling.”

“Traveling?” Chi Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Where?”

“Baoding.”
Chi Cheng: “That’s quite far.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was surprised that Chi Cheng didn’t recognize the voice, so he kept
chatting, hoping to get some information.

“Last night…” Jiang Xiaoshuai hesitated.

Chi Cheng cooperatively replied, “I had a good time.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai cleared his throat, “What do you mean by good time?”

“Next time, bring you along and you’ll see.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai froze. Damn, he figured it out? And he’s still joking with me?! This
guy’s really sneaky.

Half an hour later, Chi Cheng drove straight to the clinic’s door.

Every time Jiang Xiaoshuai saw Chi Cheng walk in, he felt a chill wind blow through.

“Where is he?” Chi Cheng asked.

Without looking up, Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “I told you, he went traveling.”

Chi Cheng knew Jiang Xiaoshuai was bluffing, and he was used to Wu Suowei’s
routine—getting warm for a couple of days then disappearing—so he didn’t ask further.
He went straight into the back room and stood by the little wooden box for a moment,
then took away both the box and the sugar figurines.

Jiang Xiaoshuai kindly warned, “If you take that, he’ll definitely be mad when he comes
back.”

Chi Xiaoshuai replied nonchalantly, “Then let him be mad.”

Back at the office, sure enough, there was an extra report waiting.

Soon after, the policewoman pushed open the door.

“Hand it in!”

Chi Cheng gestured with his eyes for her to take it herself. “Next time, finish writing it
and submit it directly. Don’t leave it on my desk again.” The unspoken message: I know
you wrote it for me, so don’t bother.
The policewoman pouted and grumpily took it.

Chi Cheng went to wash his face in the restroom. When he came back, the policewoman
was still there, flipping through the reports—about a dozen—and counting them at least
ten times. Chi Cheng ignored her and opened his drawer, pulling out his beloved Dabao
cream, squeezing some onto his hand, rubbing it evenly, then applying it to his face.

The policewoman sneaked a glance at Chi Cheng, noticing even the way he applied
cream was very manly.

“Hey, I notice you guys guys all love using Dabao,” she said curiously, holding it under
her nose and sniffing. “It smells pretty good. Does it work?”

Chi Cheng casually replied, “It’s alright.”

“I’ll try it too.”

She flipped the Dabao bottle upside down, squeezed some cream onto her hand, totally
ignoring Chi Cheng’s strange look, then enthusiastically rubbed it on her face, massaging
her fair skin a few times.

“Hey… it’s actually pretty moisturizing, even better than my five-hundred-yuan cream.”

As she was saying this, her eyes flicked to a figure.

Yue Yue had been standing at the doorway for quite some time, from the moment the
policewoman took Dabao cream from Chi Cheng until she finished using it and said it
was good, she stayed right there. Ever since the quarrel over visiting her parents, the two
had been cold to each other. Previously the so-called “cold war master,” Yue Yue had
now conceded and taken the initiative to come over.

Unfortunately, she witnessed such an awkward scene.

“I’ll leave first then,” said the policewoman.

At the door, her eyes met Yue Yue’s, who gave her a gentle smile—gracious and with the
poise of a young madam. The policewoman was slightly surprised but returned a polite
smile.

CHAPTER 58
The next day was the weekend, and Yue Yue spent the entire day with Chi Cheng.
After going through a period of neglect, Yue Yue finally understood that love isn’t just
about mutual feelings—it requires effort and management. Especially with someone like
Chi Cheng, a wild horse, mere passion isn’t enough to keep him; you need tactics.

In the afternoon, the two went shopping together.

On the way, Chi Cheng received a call from Fang Xin.

“Ruan Junru had an accident…”

Ruan Junru was the policewoman who secretly liked Chi Cheng. Fang Xin told Chi
Cheng that this morning, as soon as Ruan Junru stepped out, she was kidnapped and held
for more than four hours before being released. She is now unconscious in the hospital.

Chi Cheng said calmly, “Okay, got it.”

He hung up, and Yue Yue immediately clung to him.

“Who was that?”

“A colleague.”

Seeing Chi Cheng wasn’t showing any reaction, Yue Yue got bolder and pulled his phone
out of his pocket. It was still warm, and her peach blossom eyes sparkled as she flirted
with him.

“You keep your phone on 24/7, waiting for me to call you first, huh?”

Chi Cheng dodged the question and said directly, “I’ll take you home later.”

Yue Yue was surprised. “Home?”

“Yeah, to my place.”

That night, Chi Cheng finally brought Yue Yue to meet his parents.

Because she was well-prepared, Yue Yue behaved gracefully and properly in front of Chi
Cheng’s parents, showing good manners in every move. During the meal, she was careful
about her image—speaking slowly and deliberately when it was time to talk, and quietly
listening when it wasn’t, never stealing the spotlight.

Chi Cheng’s parents were easygoing. They didn’t ask about Yue Yue’s education or
family background; they only talked about Chi Cheng and her relationship, showing no
airs of coming from a high-ranking official family.
It was clear that Zhong Wenyu liked Yue Yue very much; after the meal, she kept
holding Yue Yue’s hand.

“Auntie, Chi Cheng told me you have oily skin. This skincare product controls oil really
well, perfect for someone your age.”

Yue Yue had specially chosen a mid-to-high-end skincare product, neither too cheap nor
too extravagant. For someone like Zhong Wenyu, who was practical about spending, it
was just right.

From this, Zhong Wenyu could tell Yue Yue was very thoughtful.

Before leaving, she held Chi Cheng’s hand and earnestly advised, “This girl is good.
Treat her well.”

Chi Cheng said nothing and just left.

On the way back, Yue Yue was so happy she felt lightheaded. She had never felt
Beijing’s wind and dust so stirring, the traffic so bustling, or even the cursing mothers so
genuine and spicy—everything looked so pleasing…

Joyfully jumping ahead of Chi Cheng, she smiled and asked, “When are you going to
meet your future parents-in-law?”

Chi Cheng stopped and quietly said, “Those three guys you found messed me up.”

Yue Yue’s smile froze instantly, and she couldn’t speak clearly.

“What… what did you say? What… messed up?”

Chi Cheng gently tucked the messy strands of hair on Yue Yue’s forehead behind her ear.
His tender movement made her shiver uncontrollably.

“If you do that again, I’ll be the first to mess you up.”

Yue Yue was stunned, speechless, and her heart dropped to the lowest point. What was
supposed to be the warmest, happiest evening suddenly became so frightening and
oppressive because of this warning.

“First, take her home,” Chi Cheng said to Gangzi in the car.

Gangzi got out to open the door for Yue Yue. After hesitating for a moment, she
obediently got in.

Half an hour later, Gangzi came back.

“You know that policewoman needs to be dealt with by Sister Yue. Why didn’t you tell
me earlier so I could send someone to stop her?”

Chi Cheng’s pocket held two things: a phone and a bottle of Dabao cream, still bearing
the policewoman’s fingerprints.

Gangzi didn’t ask any more questions.

Chi Cheng’s big hand stroked the little candy bag’s pointy head, worriedly asking,
“Baby, what’s wrong with you these days?”

The little candy bag squinted its eyes into slits, lethargically wagged its tail, then went
limp again.

“He seems especially sluggish these days, not wanting to move,” Gangzi said.

Chi Cheng asked the little candy bag again, “Did I neglect you?”

The little candy bag flipped over, showing its white belly, clearly signaling it didn’t want
to pay attention.

Gangzi couldn’t help but joke, “Maybe it misses its companions.”

Chi Cheng’s expression changed. Gangzi realized he’d said the wrong thing. The little
candy bag probably thought, Can Chi Cheng not miss them? His snakes were his beloved
pets, his concubines—losing them was like losing his entire harem.

After nervously waiting for a long time without hearing any updates on the investigation,
Chi Cheng finally asked an unrelated question.

“Am I really that scary?”

Gangzi was stunned. “Why do you ask all of a sudden?”

“If someone who likes me shows extreme terror during intimate contact, even self-
harming behavior, what does that mean? Assuming I’ve never given them any violent
trauma.”

Gangzi’s first thought was, “Could it be Sister Yue won’t let you touch her?”

Chi Cheng chuckled, “Her? She acts like she wants me to jump her the moment we meet.
If she had that kind of restraint, that’d be something.”

“It has nothing to do with her.”

Gangzi was confused. “You have this kind of trouble? Why not just force it?”
Chi Cheng shot him a fierce glare. If I were willing to force it, would I even ask you?

Gangzi didn’t dare say anything else and thought for a long time before daring to speak
again.

“I think there are two possibilities: either you’re too innocent, or you’ve got some
psychological baggage.”

CHAPTER 59
For a whole week, Chi Cheng didn’t even catch a glimpse of Wu Suo Wei.

The weekend came again, and the clinic was packed with patients. Jiang Xiaoshuai had
been busy since early morning and didn’t even have time to drink water. The clinic
wasn’t very big, and there was a patient who looked like a mountain who just stayed
there without leaving. He didn’t see a doctor, didn’t say a word, just quietly watched
Jiang Xiaoshuai the whole morning.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s collar was soaked; he didn’t know if it was from the heat or from fear.

After seeing the last patient off, only Jiang Xiaoshuai and Chi Cheng remained in the
clinic.

“You staying here is useless; I have no idea where he went,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Chi Cheng glanced at the clock on the wall and said calmly, “It’s noon…”

Jiang Xiaoshuai raised his eyebrows. Is he about to leave?

“You think… if I start with you now, can we finish before Da Tietou gets back?” The belt
buckle clicked.

“He’s gone home,” Jiang Xiaoshuai gritted his teeth.

Chi Cheng took his hand off the belt, sneered, and walked out.

During these days at home, Wu Suo Wei had been holed up under the covers, watching
nothing but videos.

He had taken Jiang Xiaoshuai’s computer, which stored thousands of adult films of all
kinds. At first, in the first two days, Wu Suo Wei watched only mild ones, grimacing and
getting worked up, constantly thinking: how do these people think? After watching, he
didn’t even want to eat; even his bowel movements were psychologically scarred.
After watching more than ten films, Wu Suo Wei became numb; it was always the same,
boring. Then he tried some heavy stuff—wax dripping, bondage, double penetration—
and had nightmares all night. In the dreams, the screaming young man was himself, and
he woke up with his underwear wet. Enduring the discomfort, he watched a few more,
and gradually it didn’t bother him as much. Sometimes he even commented, “This whip
isn’t hard enough; it should be dipped in chili oil.”

These last two days, even the heavy stuff became dull, so Wu Suo Wei opened a new
video.

On screen was a young man and a donkey. Wu Suo Wei anxiously waited for the
donkey’s owner to appear, but he never did. Then the donkey... Wu Suo Wei waved the
mouse around, took a long time to click the little “X” at the top right, and quietly closed
it. Then he opened a mild one again, suddenly feeling much warmer toward it.

“Excuse me, may I ask, is Wu Suo Wei living here?”

A familiar voice came from outside, making Wu Suo Wei’s heart skip a beat. How did
they find him here? With a bang, he shut the computer and hurriedly crawled back under
the covers, slowly trying to steady his breathing.

Wu’s mother smiled and said to Chi Cheng, “Da Qiong is my son. You are…”

Chi Cheng guessed Da Qiong must be Wu Suo Wei’s nickname and carried his things
inside.

“I’m his colleague.”

“Oh, oh,” Wu’s mother said politely, “Come on in and have a seat.”

Wu Suo Wei’s home was still a low old-style single-story house. Chi Cheng had to duck
to avoid hitting the door frame when entering. There were four rooms, not large but quite
clean. The room where Wu Suo Wei slept had no bed, only a half-room sized earthen
kang (heated brick bed). Wu Suo Wei lay on the kang, nervously listening to the sounds
outside.

“You drink some water first, I’ll go call Da Qiong,” Wu’s mother said. “This kid has
been sick for a week, lying on the kang every day, hasn’t left the room for several days.”

“No need to call him,” Chi Cheng said. “I’ll go check.”

Wu Suo Wei faced away from the door, listening to footsteps approach. Finally, a warm
hand reached to his forehead, rubbed heavily, then his body was turned to face Chi
Cheng.
Wu Suo Wei put on a difficult expression that said he clearly wanted Chi Cheng to come
but was pretending otherwise. “Why did you come?”

“To check on you.” Chi Cheng sat on the edge of the kang, watching Wu Suo Wei.

Wu Suo Wei’s gaze landed exactly on Chi Cheng’s crotch. Somehow he thought of the
donkey’s whip from the videos—if that went in, wouldn’t it hit his navel?!

“What’s wrong with you?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suo Wei thought, It’s because of that damn donkey’s whip!

“Your mom said you’ve been lying in bed all day. Let me smell if you’ve gone stale.”

Saying this, Chi Cheng leaned down, lifted Wu Suo Wei’s covers, crawled in halfway,
and sniffed near Wu Suo Wei’s neck with a mocking look. “Really stinks.”

“Impossible.” Wu Suo Wei raised his sleeve to smell. “I shower every day.”

Chi Cheng’s chin poked Wu Suo Wei’s chest. Seeing how serious he was, Chi Cheng
couldn’t help but laugh.

Receiving such a positive smile for the first time, Wu Suo Wei felt a bit uneasy, and in a
daze, he thought maybe Chi Cheng wasn’t that annoying after all.

CHAPTER 60
Wu Suo Wei finally got out of bed, changed clothes, and went outside.

“This is our land. We planted early corn here; in a few days, it’ll be ready to cook.”
Saying that, he snapped off a cob, peeled it to reveal the kernels, pinched one with his
fingers, which released a milky-white juice, and brought it to his mouth to chew. “Still
too tender, but quite sweet. Try some.”

He raised it to Chi Cheng’s mouth.

Chi Cheng didn’t take it, instead biting directly into the cob Wu Suo Wei held. It was
indeed sweet. Moving his teeth, he took another bite — this time biting down on Wu Suo
Wei’s hand.

“Not as sweet as your hand,” Chi Cheng said with a smile.

Wu Suo Wei threw the cob on the ground, turned his face away, and ignored Chi Cheng.
Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suo Wei’s neck with his elbow, twisted his head around, and
bent down to kiss him. Wu Suo Wei clearly wanted to dodge, so Chi Cheng rubbed his
tough, resilient lips along Wu Suo Wei’s earlobe and softly said, “Your mom still doesn’t
know you quit your job, right?”

Wu Suo Wei’s body stiffened, and his sharp gaze swept over Chi Cheng.

“Try saying that again!”

Chi Cheng pressed his forehead against Wu Suo Wei’s.

“If you dare stop me from kissing you, I’ll dare to tell her!”

Wu Suo Wei’s Adam’s apple bobbed, but he said nothing.

Chi Cheng kissed him hard, the scent of corn germ filling the air — a clean, simple
aroma mixed with wild romanticism, stimulating a surge of masculine hormones. His
hand silently slid around Wu Suo Wei’s waist muscles, wandering to the most arousing
hill-like area.

Maybe from watching too many adult videos, this kiss didn’t trigger any mental
resistance in Wu Suo Wei.

Chi Cheng’s hand kneaded the softest part of Wu Suo Wei’s buttocks. Wu Suo Wei
irritably pushed Chi Cheng’s arm away, but it wasn’t a pure rejection — there was a faint
hint of reluctant acceptance.

This subtle change brought a rare excitement to the usually experienced Chi Cheng.

Suddenly a cold sensation hit the buttocks. Before Wu Suo Wei could react, Chi Cheng
pulled up the culprit.

Their little Mr. Xiao Cu Bao (the pet) had initially been perched on Chi Cheng’s
shoulder. Seeing the two kissing without him involved, he silently slipped over to Wu
Suo Wei’s shoulder, then quietly crawled down, finally pushing aside the elastic band of
Wu Suo Wei’s pants and climbing onto his butt.

“You’re quite good at finding loopholes!” Chi Cheng scolded Xiao Cu Bao.

Xiao Cu Bao’s head pointed downward, body twisting and rolling, acting spoiled.

Wu Suo Wei quickly walked over to a nearby bird net cage. The little wooden stick
supporting the net had fallen, trapping two little sparrows inside, fluttering their wings
frantically. Wu Suo Wei reached in, quickly grabbed them by hand, and stuffed them into
Xiao Cu Bao’s mouth.
Xiao Cu Bao happily munched away.

In recent days, Chi Cheng had been feeding Xiao Cu Bao wild food, but had never seen
him so happy. Ever since he brought Xiao Cu Bao here and met Wu Suo Wei, this little
guy had suddenly shaken off his previous gloom and become lively.

“You still catch sparrows the old-fashioned way?” Chi Cheng asked. “How much effort
do you spend in a day to catch a whole net of sparrows?”

You know how it is — to catch a big fish like you, it’s not easy for me!

Of course, Wu Suo Wei had a different way of putting it:

“There are lots of sparrows in the fields. They fly in in no time. Also, there’s a nest of
dumb sparrows in my front yard that often fly into the chimney. They don’t know it’s
empty, and several times they’ve fallen right onto my bed. How do you catch them? You
raise a lot of snakes, you must have some advanced equipment, right?”

Just then, a fearless sparrow fluttered overhead.

Wu Suo Wei watched in amazement as Chi Cheng caught a sparrow barehanded. The
speed and skill completely stunned him.

“Just like this,” Chi Cheng answered easily.

Wu Suo Wei listened heavily. That struggling sparrow looked more and more like
himself. If one day this got exposed, could he still run away? Or would he end up just like
that sparrow—swallowed whole?

CHAPTER 61
It was already dark when they returned. Wu’s mother poked her head out of the kitchen,
smiling at Chi Cheng: “The food is almost ready. Eat first before you leave!”

Wu Suo Wei’s kitchen was very simple — just a worn table with peeling paint, an old
cupboard, and a large iron pot. They used to have gas and an induction stove, but Wu’s
mother had a poor memory, so the family took them away to avoid accidents. This iron
pot could only be heated by firewood, so dry grass and branches were scattered on the
floor, with flies buzzing around the stove.

Chi Cheng took in all these details silently.

Wu Suo Wei couldn’t help but wonder how Chi Cheng would refuse his mother’s
kindness.

But without hesitation, Chi Cheng agreed.

Wu Suo Wei suddenly recalled the same time last year when Yue Yue first came over for
dinner. Back then, the kitchen was spotless: no grease on the stove, no leftover food in
the cupboard, and the floor was clean of firewood. Yet Yue Yue didn’t stay long — she
didn’t even enter the house and turned back right at the alley.

“Need a hand?” Chi Cheng asked Wu’s mother.

She quickly waved him off: “No, no, you two go to the main room.”

In the main room, Chi Cheng naturally noticed an old photo frame on the wall. It was one
that could hold multiple pictures, most in black and white. His eyes settled on a baby
photo in the lower left corner — Wu Suo Wei’s 100-day photo, with big black eyes that
seemed to speak, so adorable.

“When you were just over three months, your ‘egg’ was already this big?”

Wu Suo Wei had water in his mouth and almost spit it out.

“Can’t you look somewhere else?”

Chi Cheng replied frankly, “I’ll look wherever it’s bigger.”

Wu Suo Wei bit into a pear in silent frustration.

Chi Cheng’s gaze shifted again, landing on a photo of Wu Suo Wei at just over two years
old, pushing a little bamboo cart, wearing split-crotch pants, his little round butt sticking
out with rolls of fat, often pinched back then.

Chi Cheng laughed — not because it was funny, but because, “I think you look pretty
good in split-crotch pants.”

Having seen so many adult videos, Wu Suo Wei knew exactly what Chi Cheng meant,
silently cursing him in his mind — and then Chi Cheng’s hands reached out again. Wu
Suo Wei hadn’t expected that, after more than twenty years, he’d still get pinched for
having a chubby butt.

During dinner, Wu’s mother kept serving Chi Cheng dishes.

“How’s the food? Nothing special to offer you.”

Chi Cheng surprisingly said, “It’s good.”

Wu Suo Wei sat beside him, watching him eat without complaint, secretly thinking that
this guy didn’t seem so bad sometimes...

“Why don’t you eat meat?” Chi Cheng asked Wu’s mother.

She smiled wryly, “I have diabetes, can’t eat too much meat.”

Chi Cheng nodded and said no more.

After dinner, Wu Suo Wei helped clean up. Wu’s mother said to him, “Your colleague is
really nice. The things he brings are practical. I’m not into tonics or gift boxes —
expensive and useless.”

Wu Suo Wei looked down to see four big bags filled with olive oil, sesame oil, boxed
eggs, duck eggs, fruits, fresh meat, and shrimp — all things Wu’s mother usually
couldn’t afford or wouldn’t buy for herself, enough for her to eat for a whole month.

If someone else had brought these, Wu Suo Wei wouldn’t have thought much. But it was
Chi Cheng — the arrogant, decadent, cold-hearted rogue. The psychological impact was
stronger than Chi Cheng’s usual teasing or bullying.

“San’er!” Wu’s mother suddenly said, “From now on, you should spend less time with
that colleague.”

Wu Suo Wei was stunned, “Why? Didn’t you like him?”

“Because I like him,” Wu’s mother leaned close and whispered, “Think about it: if you
hang around with him, who else would want you?”

Wu Suo Wei was speechless...

CHAPTER 62
That night, shortly after Chi Cheng left, Wu Suowei returned to the clinic.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was just packing up to leave. When he saw Wu Suowei back, a look of
pleasant surprise appeared on his face. He temporarily put down his bag and curiously
asked, “How’s your recovery going?”

Wu Suowei replied sulkily, “What do you think?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was quite surprised. Earlier that noon, when Chi Cheng came looking for
Wu Suowei, he had worried that Chi Cheng might cause trouble for Wu Suowei and
make things worse, possibly causing him to never recover. But who would have thought
Wu Suowei would come back so quickly, and full of energy at that? His apprentice really
was resilient!

“Where’s my sugar figurine?” Wu Suowei’s voice came from the inner room.

Jiang Xiaoshuai truthfully said, “Mr. Wei Meng took it.”

“Why did he take my sugar figurine?” Wu Suowei was upset.

As expected, Jiang Xiaoshuai added with a teasing tone, “I warned him again and again
not to take them, saying you’d be angry when you came back, but he didn’t care at all.”

Wu Suowei angrily grabbed his phone.

“Who told you to take my sugar figurines?”

On the other end was Chi Cheng, noisily munching on a cucumber and not replying
immediately.

“You can’t take them all! At least leave some for me!”

More chewing sounds came; Wu Suowei was about to hang up when Chi Cheng finally
spoke.

“My girlfriend thought the sugar figurines you made last time weren’t pretty, so I took all
of them so she could pick.”

Wu Suowei slammed down the phone in fury. The little bit of goodwill he had just started
to feel towards Chi Cheng was completely wiped away by this sentence. He immediately
banged the table and shouted, “Master, prepare me a nice set of clothes, the cooler the
better. Tomorrow I’m going to seduce him. If I don’t leave him dazed and confused, I’m
not a Wu!”

The next day, Wu Suowei went out dressed in full trendy style.

A baseball cap, loose jacket, harem pants, and a basketball in his hand. His firm buttocks
shook rhythmically, sending waves of electric energy crackling towards a window of the
traffic police office building.

When Chi Cheng came out, Wu Suowei was hanging on the basketball hoop, his pants
loose and baggy, revealing honey-colored lower abdomen and a tight waist, with a
glimpse of a sexy butt crack hidden in the rising curves.

Seeing Chi Cheng, Wu Suowei wanted to show off a slick jump, but Chi Cheng suddenly
lifted him up with his shoulder, strong arms twisting sharply, shifting Wu Suowei’s
center of gravity drastically downward. The wind whooshed past his ears, and before he
could react, his head was hanging upside down, dangling on Chi Cheng’s body.

“Put me down, you jerk!”

Though he shouted harshly, inside he was secretly thrilled. “Got you to come here, huh?
Can’t resist Grandpa Wu’s charm, can you?” Just as he was thinking that, a sharp pain hit
his crotch — his balls were squeezed hard. Furious, he swung his fist, smashing Chi
Cheng’s calf.

Chi Cheng’s footing was steady, his legs unbent. His mocking eyes swept down from top
to bottom.

“Dressing so flashy, isn’t it just to get me to mess with you?” Then his hand slid into Wu
Suowei’s pants again to pinch his balls.

Wu Suowei angrily let out a yell, instinctively banging his forehead on Chi Cheng’s knee.

Head-on collision, neither side willing to back down.

The key point was that Chi Cheng had warned him before, but he still didn’t learn his
lesson!

“Try bumping me one more time!” Chi Cheng pinched harder.

Wu Suowei kept bumping, the more it hurt the more he wanted to fight back.

“Try again!” Chi Cheng’s face turned dark — he had never met someone so stubborn.

Wu Suowei was sweating from his forehead but still refused to give up.

Chi Cheng was about to go further, but seeing the wet corner of Wu Suowei’s eyes, he
inexplicably softened. The guy who never knew how to lower his head actually loosened
his grip and let this little troublemaker down.

“Let me check if your forehead is hard again.” Chi Cheng reached out to touch him.

Wu Suowei made a sour face, grabbed his backpack, and tried to leave, but Chi Cheng’s
strong arm hooked him back, holding him tightly in his embrace so he couldn’t move.

“Is there anyone as disobedient as you?” Chi Cheng’s deep voice whispered near Wu
Suowei’s ear. “Didn’t I warn you last time? Don’t keep banging your head around!”

Wu Suowei didn’t reply, every muscle on his body stiffened.

Chi Cheng snatched the backpack and rummaged inside, pulling out a jar of dried tofu —
handmade by Wu’s mom.

“Bringing me dried tofu again?” he teased.

Wu Suowei frowned, “Who said it was for you? Give it back!”

Chi Cheng threw the backpack back, took the jar of tofu, squatted under a tree root,
opened it and started eating. His resilient eyes occasionally glanced at Wu Suowei.

“If you don’t come over soon, it’ll be gone.”

Wu Suowei stomped his foot, the fierce sole scraping the sand and making an echoing
sound.

CHAPTER 63
The two of them just sat together, taking turns eating.

The jar of dried tofu was nearly empty when Chi Cheng’s phone rang. Wu Suowei perked
up and listened nearby. As soon as the other side spoke, he recognized it was Yue Yue’s
voice.

“Are you working overtime tonight?” Yue Yue asked.

Chi Cheng said, “No.”

“Then I’ll come find you later.”

“I…”

Before he could finish, Wu Suowei pretended to stand up to leave but somehow tripped
over a small stone and fell right onto Chi Cheng, his whole weight pressing down on Chi
Cheng’s arm holding the phone. Then his forehead bumped the phone out of Chi Cheng’s
hand.

“Ouch!”

Wu Suowei fell on a human cushion and grimaced with a pained expression.

Chi Cheng knew exactly what Wu Suowei was up to and smiled subtly. He picked up the
phone from the cement ground; the back cover was broken, but luckily the screen was
intact. He put the battery back in and turned it on normally, showing the phone was quite
durable with no issues.

Just as Chi Cheng was about to call back, Wu Suowei, who had just sat up, suddenly
leaned over again, banging his head into Chi Cheng’s arm.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with my head—it’s spinning, spinning, I can’t see anything
clearly. Must be your knee hit me…”

Chi Cheng knew Wu Suowei was faking but accepted that lame excuse anyway.

He tossed the phone aside and let it vibrate and ring. Then he pressed his large hand to
Wu Suowei’s forehead and patiently rubbed it. He had put ointment in his pocket before
leaving the office. He squeezed some on Wu Suowei’s forehead and massaged carefully
to help it absorb quickly.

Wu Suowei’s sneaky hand slid into Chi Cheng’s pants and took out a safety pin he’d
prepared earlier, pinning their pant legs together.

“All done!”

Chi Cheng lingered with a fond rub on Wu Suowei’s smooth forehead, signaling he could
sit up now.

Wu Suowei played dead, not moving a muscle.

Chi Cheng looked down at his dumb but stubborn face and just wanted to strip him and
hang him on the bed for a day and night—who told you to be so charming and lovable?

Feeling a shadow looming over his head, Wu Suowei quickly covered his mouth. Sure
enough, Chi Cheng bit down on the back of Wu Suowei’s hand. If he’d bitten the lips,
there’d have been blood.

Wu Suowei shot him a fierce glare.

Chi Cheng grinned wickedly and pretended to get up to leave but suddenly felt his pants
tugged. Looking down, he saw the tiny safety pin glinting at him like a jewel. In the
whole world, only Wu Suowei, the little Red Riding Hood, would dare use a single small
safety pin to trap a big bad wolf like him.

“How did it get hooked on?” Chi Cheng tried to unclip it deliberately.

“Don’t move!” Wu Suowei warned with authority. “My pants cost tens of thousands of
yuan. If you break them, you have to pay!”

Heard of people bluffing, but never seen anyone so bold.

Wu Suowei stood up, looking worriedly at his pants. “Tsk tsk… this is serious. Such a
big safety pin—if you pull it off roughly, it’ll leave a huge hole! How about this: leave it
hooked like that for now, and later we’ll find a tailor shop to get a professional to take it
off. Alright, that’s settled.”

Taking the initiative, he draped Chi Cheng’s arm around his shoulder, linking arms as
they walked together.

“I’m hungry,” Chi Cheng said. “My girlfriend also said she wants…”

“I’ll treat you to a meal!” Wu Suowei interrupted generously.

A smile appeared in Chi Cheng’s eyes. “What will you treat me to?”

“Spicy hot pot!”

CHAPTER 64
It was already July, and everyone else was out on the street eating barbecue, but Wu
Suowei was leading Chi Cheng to eat spicy hot pot instead. What could he do? Barbecue
was expensive, and since it wasn’t a sincere treat anyway, he might as well just make do!

Eating spicy hot pot in this weather was basically the same as sitting in a sauna.

After finishing, Wu Suowei was soaked like he’d been washed with water. His loose T-
shirt stuck to his body, wet all the way from the collar down to his chest. Forgetting there
was a pervert right beside him, he habitually lifted the shirt up to his chest, exposing his
flat belly and a large patch of wet back, extending down to his curvy buttocks. His low-
rise pants provocatively hid his sexy butt crack — pure playing with fire.

Chi Cheng’s throat felt like it was burning, sweat trickling down his prominent Adam’s
apple.

“Put your shirt down,” he said in a low voice.

Wu Suowei was so hot he forgot himself and kept pulling his shirt up, nipples slightly
visible.

“I said put it down!” Chi Cheng yanked hard.

Wu Suowei defiantly protested, “I’m hot!” and lifted the shirt again.

“You’re hot, huh?” Chi Cheng’s red eyes locked onto Wu Suowei.
Suddenly, Wu Suowei sensed something was wrong. Before he could react, Chi Cheng
had pushed him into the car, turned on the AC full blast, instantly cooling his sweat, but
the atmosphere inside the car heated up again. Chi Cheng was angry and aggressively
pulled at Wu Suowei’s T-shirt, breathing heavily as he said, “If you’re so hot, then I’ll
strip you naked and cool you off completely.”

“Don’t touch me!”

Wu Suowei shouted in protest, fists clenched tight to defend his personal space.

Chi Cheng suddenly realized that besides the burning desire, what raged more fiercely
inside him was an unnamed jealousy. Normally, if Wu Suowei dared to act so
provocatively in public, Chi Cheng would have teased him right back on the spot,
humiliating him in front of passersby—that would have been fun and exciting. But this
time he was genuinely angry, truly jealous because Wu Suowei had shamelessly exposed
himself in front of him.

“Don’t wear like that anymore, got it?” Chi Cheng suddenly said.

Wu Suowei frowned, “What’s wrong with me?”

“What’s wrong with you? Wearing like that while wandering the streets, afraid no one
will notice you? You can be as flashy as you want in front of me, but outside, you better
cover up properly!”

Wu Suowei was confused. He thought he just casually dressed up—how was that flashy?
Why couldn’t he wear long pants and shirts out on the street?

Seeing Wu Suowei still glaring at him, Chi Cheng pressed close, grinding his teeth and
asking, “Who told you to wear low-rise pants?”

“What’s wrong with low-rise pants?” Wu Suowei was defiant, “I’m not showing
anything!”

“Do you have to show your entire butt to count as showing?” Chi Cheng’s eyes flickered
with dark fire. “If you pull it any lower, I could just come from behind and—” He
actually tried to pull Wu Suowei’s pants down.

Wu Suowei was furious, twisting Chi Cheng’s wrist and shouting, “I warn you, these
pants cost tens of thousands!”

“Tens of thousands…” Chi Cheng mocked, looking at him. “Why don’t you just cut a
pant leg off and we’ll take it to barbecue?”

When his threat failed, Wu Suowei played the victim, giving a pitiful look.
“So you think I don’t have money? You treat me like crap even when inviting me out,
huh?”

Chi Cheng retorted, “What do you think?” If I really hated you, would I let a safety pin
trick you so easily?

Wu Suowei didn’t care about that. He just felt wronged, hurt, like an outcast full of
despair and world-weariness.

Chi Cheng sadly realized that even after all this teasing, he still couldn’t bring himself to
act tough on Wu Suowei—he was stuck, cursed! After a long stalemate, he grabbed the
back of Wu Suowei’s head with a big hand, pulled him close, stared for a moment, and
then kissed him possessively.

Wu Suowei was getting more and more used to kissing Chi Cheng.

Before, he thought intimacy was a loss, a price paid to catch this big fish, but now he
didn’t think that way at all. Chi Cheng’s tongue was a marvel—turning the mouth upside
down with fierce passion and leaving a lingering craving every time it stopped.

Chi Cheng’s big hand slid down to Wu Suowei’s waist, rough fingertips scraping around
his navel.

Wu Suowei felt uncomfortable and straightened up, holding back Chi Cheng’s wandering
hand.

“Feeling something?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei replied awkwardly, “Not used to it.”

“What are you used to?” Chi Cheng blew warm breath in Wu Suowei’s ear. “Used to
going straight for it? Then next time don’t wear low-rise pants—just wear open-crotch
pants, easy!”

Fortunately, Wu Suowei had a strict personal limit or he would have rebelled long ago.

Suddenly, Chi Cheng’s hand slipped under Wu Suowei’s waistband without warning,
fingers diving into the forest below, gripping the hair tightly, sharply asking:

“You keep teasing me, but when I try to touch you, you won’t let me. What’s with this
cat-and-mouse game?”

The inevitable question came, and Wu Suowei had no good excuse. Chi Cheng’s hand
persisted inside his pants, his arm losing the struggle against his leg. With no choice, Wu
Suowei laid his card on the table:
“You’re not my boyfriend, so why should I let you touch me?”

A sharp truth.

Chi Cheng’s expression shifted, and he pulled his hand out, staring steadily at him.

“Da Bao.”

Wu Suowei reluctantly hummed.

“Come to my place,” Chi Cheng said. “I haven’t slept with anyone else in a long time.”

Wu Suowei tossed Chi Cheng the back of his head. “I’m not going.”

“If you don’t break up with her, I won’t go.”

“Fine then,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei gritted his teeth. Indeed, the most passionate people are the most heartless.
Chi Cheng was looking at the one in his bowl while eyeing the one in the pot. Yue Yue
was blind, no! They were both blind! He angrily pushed open the car door and walked
away.

But that wasn’t the end—what happened next was even more infuriating.

Chi Cheng followed Wu Suowei back to the clinic and insisted on him blowing sugar
figurines again.

“I’m taking time away from my girlfriend to be with you. If I don’t bring her a rose you
blew, she’ll get mad. Blow one for me, and I’ll take it home to soothe her,” Chi Cheng
said.

Wu Suowei gritted his teeth and smiled cruelly. In less than twenty minutes, another
masterpiece was born.

A bamboo stick held a vivid little butt, presented to Chi Cheng.

“I can’t blow roses—here’s a chrysanthemum instead.”

At night, Chi Cheng lay alone in bed, his little jealous cat curled obediently by his side,
watching his hands endlessly rub the bamboo stick. The big butt he blew spun around and
around.

Just like Wu Suowei walking on the street, that sexy hip sway.
He hadn’t felt this extreme itch deep in his bones that only that butt could scratch in a
long time.

He’d seen countless people wear low-rise pants, thongs, even go without pants, kneeling
on the ground shaking their hips. He’d seen every kind of lewd move, but none was as
provocative as Wu Suowei’s simple act of lifting his vest. Chi Cheng always believed
that true sexiness wasn’t an act but born in the bones. Wu Suowei’s kind of sexy was
hidden in the tiny sweat pores all over his body, dense and invisible except to the
connoisseur’s eye.

Alone in the room, Wu Suowei sat naked on the bed, staring at the hair down below. The
base of the hair was slightly red and swollen—it was from Chi Cheng’s pulling.

“Such a pervert…” Wu Suowei thought to himself.

Just as he was cursing, a pervert called.

Wu Suowei curled into the blankets, lazily answered.

“Are you asleep?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei yawned, “Just about to sleep. You?”

“Just about to make love.”

A spark flew in Wu Suowei’s mind, nearly burning the hair below.

“Why the hell do you call me when you’re making love?”

Chi Cheng gently stroked the jealous cat’s serpentine body and said softly, “Want you to
cheer me on!”

“Fine, no problem.” Wu Suowei ground his teeth. “Listen up, beautiful lady over there!
Your boyfriend’s no good! He touches other women’s butts, pulls men’s pubic hair, and
after screwing you, he climbs out the window to screw someone else. Even thugs avoid
him…”

After yelling, he slammed the phone down in satisfaction.

Chi Cheng also felt better, imagining Wu Suowei’s fierce scolding and all his little
prickles inside him were gone. He hugged the jealous cat and rested.

The next day, Yue Yue went straight to the traffic police office and took Chi Cheng
away, giving Wu Suowei no chance to play tricks.

Wu Suowei watched their paired backs for a long time, his expression complicated.
Looks like only getting serious will tame that girl…

CHAPTER 65
On the way back, Yue Yue asked Chi Cheng, “Why did you let me come find you at
work today?”

Chi Cheng drove slowly, his eyes glancing repeatedly at the rearview mirror. Wu
Suowei’s lonely figure grew smaller and blurrier in the mirror. Only after Wu Suowei
turned the corner did Chi Cheng casually speak.

“I’m giving you a ride home.”

Yue Yue was puzzled. “You let me come find you just to give me a ride home?”

Chi Cheng lightly tapped the steering wheel with his fingers. “Your home’s too remote,
and there’ve been more thugs around lately. I’m not comfortable with you going home
alone.”

Yue Yue’s heart felt like it was dripping with honey, and she casually said, “Thugs all
avoid you.”

The exact same words, said by both of them within a day and without any prior
discussion — that kind of tacit understanding could only come from lovers who’d been
together for seven years.

Chi Cheng’s fingers paused as he gave Yue Yue a look full of ambiguous meaning.

Yue Yue picked up on it instantly and asked back, “What’s wrong? Did I get it wrong
calling you a thug? Even if you gathered all the rich and powerful men in Beijing, none
of them would be as sly as you. Sometimes I wonder how many people you’ve played
with… so many dirty tricks… just thinking about it gives me goosebumps.”

Chi Cheng kept his eyes on the road and said flatly, “You’re just wet thinking about it,
aren’t you?”

Yue Yue blushed and punched Chi Cheng’s arm. “You’re disgusting!”

Chi Cheng chuckled and lit a cigarette.

Yue Yue rubbed her hips against the seat, eyes full of teasing.

“I don’t want to go home. I want to go to your place.”

Chi Cheng flicked ash off his cigarette without changing expression. “No time today.”

Yue Yue pouted. “You haven’t had time for days.”

Chi Cheng pulled a box out of the dashboard and handed it to Yue Yue. Inside were sex
toys — he always kept these in the car for convenient “car sex” or quick rendezvous.

“Make do with this for a few days,” Chi Cheng said.

Yue Yue muttered unhappily, “Using these too much makes you dependent. After a
while, you won’t feel anything from me.”

Chi Cheng’s masculine lips twitched. “With me, you can completely dismiss that worry.”

“Only you’d dare say that.”

Yue Yue pouted but secretly felt delighted and fluttered inside — only my boyfriend
could say things like that.

The car ride lasted a full hour before they arrived at Yue Yue’s home. Before getting out,
she sighed, “My place really is too remote. Wish I had a place in the city.”

Just as Chi Cheng expected, Wu Suowei was like a stubborn mule — give him a whip
and he moves one step; no stimulation, he’d just stay put. Yesterday he saw Chi Cheng
driving off with Yue Yue, and today he skipped basketball, heading straight to the
parking lot to smoke in front of Chi Cheng’s car, acting totally bold.

When Chi Cheng approached, Wu Suowei jumped off the car and stubbed out his
cigarette with his foot.

“What’re you doing?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei lazily glanced around and said casually, “Nothing, just checking the car.”

Chi Cheng opened the door and got in.

Wu Suowei leaned on the car window, his dark, shiny eyes fixed on him.

“I’ve decided to sell the bike and buy a used car. When did you get this one? How
much?”

“Bought it last year, total cost was over 600,000 yuan,” Chi Cheng answered truthfully.

Wu Suowei reached out and carefully touched the leather cover on the steering wheel.
“Will you sell it for 60,000?”

Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei’s wandering hand and said softly, “I’d sell it if you came
with it.”

Wu Suowei raised an eyebrow. “Let me sit in it and try it out.”

They’d sat in it dozens of times, so this sudden request was obviously ulterior. Wu
Suowei wasn’t stupid — he knew to deal with Chi Cheng, you had to use blunt tactics.

After getting in, Wu Suowei pretended to check out the car’s interior. Feeling unsatisfied,
he asked Chi Cheng, “Can I drive it?”

“Sure,” Chi Cheng said.

So the car drove straight to Chi Cheng’s place.

“Alright, nice car.”

Having achieved his goal of stopping Yue Yue and Chi Cheng from meeting, Wu Suowei
intended to retreat completely.

Chi Cheng said, “Let me take you back.”

Wu Suowei hurriedly waved him off. “No need, I’ll walk back.”

“I’m going to pick up my girlfriend anyway, so hop in.”

“Alright, you’re ruthless…” Wu Suowei cleared his throat. “I’m a bit thirsty. How about
I come over for a bit, have some water, then leave?”

Chi Cheng said nothing, just stared steadily at Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei returned the look.

After a moment, Chi Cheng strode forward, grabbed Wu Suowei by the waistband, and
dragged him inside.

CHAPTER 66
Chi Cheng kicked the door open, and the basement, steamy like a sauna, was filled with
the scent of masculine hormones.
The phone rang, but Wu Suowei snatched it out and slammed it hard onto the floor.

He bumped Chi Cheng with his chest, pinning him against the door frame, and
dominantly kissed him. It was the first time he’d been so proactive, and even Wu Suowei
didn’t understand why he lost control. Sweat ran down in streams, and Wu Suowei didn’t
bother wiping it off — like a starving child, he fumbled wildly inside Chi Cheng’s mouth
with no sense of order.

Chi Cheng noticed — Wu Suowei was truly desperate this time.

After a pause, Chi Cheng’s big hand grabbed Wu Suowei’s cheek and mockingly said,
“You’re just a little stubborn donkey.” One of those mules that only moves forward if
whipped — otherwise just stands there, sticking out its butt in the sun.

“I’m a donkey?” Wu Suowei snorted with a laugh. “I wouldn’t dare steal your title.”

Chi Cheng squinted. “Then tell me why I’m the donkey.”

“Your big thing looks like a donkey’s whip.” Such an honest kid.

Chi Cheng laughed mischievously. “Donkey’s whip...” He savored the words, then
forcefully pulled Wu Suowei’s hand and pressed it against his crotch, his fierce gaze
burning Wu Suowei’s face.

“If you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I’ll whip your butt with this whip.”

Wu Suowei dodged the sensitive topic. “I’m hungry.”

Chi Cheng glanced at his watch — it was indeed mealtime. No matter what, they had to
eat first. That was the top priority. So he patted Wu Suowei’s shoulder and said, “Wait
here, I’ll go get something to eat.” He left Wu Suowei in charge of the little jealous
snake.

Wu Suowei draped the little snake around his neck and paced back and forth in the room.

Raising a snake wasn’t easy for Chi Cheng either. To make the pet live comfortably, he
was willing to live in such a hot and humid place himself. Apparently, having money and
status didn’t always mean enjoying life — everyone had their ways to torment
themselves; no exceptions.

Though this was the second time Wu Suowei had come here, he still felt unfamiliar with
the room: two beds, one wall, very simple. He tried to find traces of Yue Yue but found
nothing — the entire room smelled of cold-blooded animals. But compared to last time,
there was now a refrigerator, presumably for some cold drinks to beat the heat.

Wu Suowei opened the fridge.

The sight made him stiffen.

No drinks or ice cream inside, only a small wooden box filled with sugar figurines. Some
were gifts from Wu Suowei, some taken by Chi Cheng himself. Probably fearing the
room’s heat would melt them, Chi Cheng had the idea to store all the sugar figurines in
the fridge.

So he hadn’t given the sugar figurines to Yue Yue.

The cobra was there, the poop was there, the chrysanthemum was there...

All vividly standing, looking up at Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei counted them back and forth — not a single one missing.

A strange feeling arose in his heart, making the corners of his mouth lift involuntarily.

Chi Cheng stood at the door, watching Wu Suowei carefully and seriously count the
sugar figurines. When he reached the last one without missing any, he smiled knowingly.
Turning his head to count backwards confirmed the same. That expression of moved
satisfaction was captivating. He never knew that with Chi Cheng, no car, no house, no
money, no “privileges,” just a few undelivered sugar figurines could make someone look
so beautiful.

Catching sight of Chi Cheng, Wu Suowei immediately hid the smile on his face and put
on a cold, indifferent expression.

“Did you get the food?”

Compared to Wu Suowei’s single bowl of spicy hot pot, Chi Cheng’s treatment was like
night and day. Chi Cheng went out and nearly emptied the supermarket. Various cooked
foods, snacks, fruits, drinks... Then he went to a restaurant and ordered all sorts of meat,
vegetables, signature dishes, and several staple foods, clearly afraid Wu Suowei would be
picky.

Wu Suowei’s throat tightened, his heart burning with warmth — it was a little hard to
start eating.

“This year, I’ve been to a supermarket three times. Once when I saw someone wearing
tiny holey underwear, once when I went to your place, and the last time was just now,”
Chi Cheng said without exaggeration. He rarely spent money himself since his living was
taken care of.

I didn’t hear a thing, didn’t hear a thing... Wu Suowei silently comforted himself and
buried his head in the food.
 CHAPTER 67
After they’d eaten their fill, Chi Cheng went to take a shower.

Wu Suowei stayed outside, feeling restless and uncomfortable wherever he sat, staring at
the door for a long time, wondering if he should just leave. Just then, Chi Cheng’s phone
rang — right next to Wu Suowei’s hand.

Strangely, Chi Cheng hadn’t saved Yue Yue’s number in his contacts. There was no
name or label, just a bare number — yet Wu Suowei recognized it immediately.

On impulse, he answered.

“Husband…”

Just those two words crushed the affection Wu Suowei had held for seven years.

He used to be devoted, gentle, and gave everything to Yue Yue, but she only ever called
him “Chubby Wu”—that was her only nickname for him. Now this other man was
arrogant and domineering, duplicitous, cheating around—and yet she sweetly called him
“husband.”

Just then, Chi Cheng came out, naked.

“Who’s calling?”

Wu Suowei’s eyes flicked over, his expression faltering. Chi Cheng’s imposing body
stood before him—a perfect inverted triangle, muscles hard and defined, lines sharp and
masculine, like a god towering over all. His powerful presence made Wu Suowei
envious.

This straightforward guy had no self-awareness. He looked at Chi Cheng’s physique with
lust and reached out to touch it.

“How do you work out?”

Then, the “God Chi” pinned Wu Suowei down on the bed and began personally teaching
him how to build muscle.

Chi Cheng’s hand stroked Wu Suowei’s lower back, causing the fine hairs on Wu’s body
to stand on end.

“Got any ticklish spots?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei was confident about this.

“Nope, never scared of that since I was a kid.”

He wasn’t bragging—he’d been immune to tickling his whole life. Other kids would
laugh and roll on the bed, but he stood as still as a statue. Tick him all you want—his
eyelids wouldn’t even flutter.

Then Chi Cheng really went for it, lightly brushing over Wu Suowei’s skin like a
dragonfly’s touch, and Wu’s body instantly tingled like electricity, his shoulders
trembling from the ticklish sensation, unable to speak properly.

What the hell? Wu Suowei was stunned.

Chi Cheng was touching all the places Wu thought were safe: ears, neck, collarbones,
Adam’s apple… places where a feather wouldn’t even get a reaction, but under Chi’s
hands, he was totally undone.

“Did you drug me?!” Wu asked sharply.

Chi Cheng chuckled, “Don’t make excuses for your own naughtiness.”

“Hey, who’re you calling naughty? Wait—let me—”

Chi Cheng’s lips covered Wu’s erect ear, softly sucking, his tongue tracing every contour
delicately before plunging deep, teasing and swirling. Wu’s ears rang, hearing nothing
but his own breath.

Crazy… how could it feel so good?

They kissed, Chi Cheng’s rough fingers rubbing Wu’s nipples through the T-shirt.

Sweat dripped down Wu’s forehead, calves tensed, and his furrowed brows twitched and
twisted like he was in torment. A bedroom master like Chi Cheng saw this and paused
with a worried look.

“What’s wrong?”

Wu Suowei’s breath hitched. “Damn… this feels amazing.”

Chi Cheng laughed softly. “We’re just getting started.”

Rolling up his shirt, he circled his tongue over Wu’s left chest, from big circles to small,
drawing inward until it reached the nipple, teasing and grinding it. His rhythm synced
perfectly with Wu’s trembling breaths. After playing with his tongue, he gently bit, then
finally used firm, sharp lips to suck hard, making wet, sucking sounds.

Wu’s legs clamped hard around Chi’s hips, muffled groans escaping.
“Don’t do that.”

Chi Cheng insisted, doing that here, then there.

Wu Suowei lost all sense of direction in the pleasure, his vision filled with the sight of a
beautiful ass writhing in front of him.

“Touch that,” Wu said.

Chi Cheng pretended not to understand. “Where?”

“There.”

“Where?”

“There.”

“Where?”

Wu was exasperated. “...There!”

Chi Cheng’s hand slipped inside Wu’s jeans, stroking the softest, most sensitive part of
his inner thigh, smirking, “Where?”

Wu managed between clenched teeth, “JJ.”

Only then did Chi Cheng relent, threading his hand through the jungle to grab the needy
little bird, stroking and smoothing it until it stood tall and proud. It looked good—bright
and full—much to Chi Cheng’s liking. Then he tugged down Wu’s underwear, exposing
everything.

Wu Suowei felt uneasy under Chi’s gaze and roughly pushed his hand away.

“What are you looking at?”

Chi Cheng forcefully removed Wu’s hand and pinned it to the sheet, using five fingers to
skillfully play with Wu’s “macho bird,” expertly teasing. His rough fingertips circled and
stroked the sensitive head, while his burning palm rubbed up and down, sliding down to
the base, focusing on teasing Wu’s long-admired testicles, from rough scratching to rapid
tapping all the way down the inner thigh, with plenty of pressure.

Wu’s waist twitched like it had been shocked by electricity. He’d never been played with
like this before and didn’t know masturbation could feel so good.

In less than five minutes, Wu tried to push Chi’s hands away, resisting fiercely.
He didn’t want to come in front of Chi.

But Chi Cheng wouldn’t relent. Using his fingers to trap Wu’s member from both sides,
he performed a “fire-starting” technique.

Wu couldn’t take it anymore, clamping his legs shut and flipping over, turning his back
to Chi and hiding himself.

Chi Cheng forcibly turned Wu’s body back and, without explanation, pulled him out, one
hand rapidly stroking, the other pressing a fist against Wu’s perineum. Wu instinctively
spread his legs wider to give Chi more leverage.

“Can’t hold it…”

Wu dodged and endured, each time almost reaching climax but pulling back hard. He
couldn’t even catch his breath before Chi’s brutal hand returned, fiercer than before. The
waves of pleasure rolled over him so intensely he nearly passed out.

He wanted to cry, curse, and punch someone…

Seeing Wu on the verge of explosion, Chi slowed down his movements. Wu, impatient,
thrust his hips, but Chi held him down. He wanted Wu to come slowly, wanting to savor
the expression before and after ejaculation.

Finally, a thick white jet shot out. Veins bulged on Wu’s neck; his face twisted, and he
groaned uncontrollably.

Chi didn’t let go, continuing the slow stroking. With intense hip tremors, the second jet
erupted. Wu’s whole backside was covered in sweat; the sheets soaked.

Then the third, fourth… He ejaculated for over half a minute. Wu’s moans changed tone.

At last, Chi used both hands, working left and right simultaneously, igniting the last
flames beneath Wu’s hips. It burned his nerves into madness, left him helpless; his hips
trembled violently, his eyes lost focus, and his throat turned hoarse.

It took a while for him to recover.

“You came a lot,” Chi Cheng teased, stretching out his hand in front of Wu.

Wu stared blankly for a moment; his member twitched twice, then stood up again.

This surprised Chi Cheng, who chuckled, grabbing Wu’s flushed neck teasingly. “Not
bad, you’re a good shooter—can even fire in bursts.”
Once a man’s lust is ignited, he tears off his hypocritical mask and reveals his wild
nature. Wu Suowei had never felt so good before. Now, everything he saw was laced
with desire, setting his blood on fire. Before him was a godlike figure, muscles gleaming,
strong and firm buttocks, eyes full of seductive charm…

Wu’s hand reached out.

Chi Cheng smirked, “Want more?”

No sooner had he said this than Wu’s hand was grabbing that strong ass. His eyes shone
with playful confidence, no fear at all. His fingers kneaded and squeezed Chi’s buttocks
hard, wanting more. Then he pinched further inward, finally reaching the crease between
the cheeks.

On Chi Cheng’s bed, no one had ever dared do this before.

Daring to play with the boss’s ass—what a death wish.

“Let me fuck you once,” Wu suddenly said.

Chi’s pupils darkened, his fierce tiger-like eyes glaring at Wu. “What did you say?”

Wu’s voice was hoarse and rough. “You’ve fucked so many people already, one more
won’t make a difference. I’ve never been with a man before—let me have this
experience.”

“Have—me—for—a—ride?”

Each word from Chi’s mouth hit the ground like a thunderclap.

Wu wasn’t joking. “I think your ass is solid enough, no problem. Honestly, you’re the
first man to ever make me feel desire. Don’t disappoint me.”

CHAPTER 68
After hearing Wu Suowei’s request, only two words flashed through Chi Cheng’s mind—
asking for death.

Finally, the fierce tiger stirred, flipping the other completely upside down.

Under the pressure of the situation, Wu Suowei had to back down a bit and say,

“If you’re not willing, then forget it.”

He was already this close to getting what he wanted, yet he still wildly brandished a
toothpick and shouted, “I’m in a good mood today, so I won’t hurt you.” That kind of
guts? Only Wu Suowei had it—just like only Wu Suowei dared to say that name.

But having guts without strength? Yeah, that was honestly a bit worrying.

“Ah—I’m gonna fight you!”

Chi Cheng: “……”

CHAPTER 69
Not long after, heavy breathing came from the bed next door.

Wu Suowei sneaked a glance, and the scene before him made his eyes well up with
emotion. Chi Cheng leaned against the headboard, chiseled side profile dripping with
sweat, his strong brow bone proud and prominent, eagle-like eyes fixed on a certain spot,
full of raw desire. Between his legs stood a massive, thick, and firm weapon, which no
one knew how many people had been tormented by, crying and longing day and night...

Yet there was someone who discarded it like trash, still peeking over with big, round
eyes.

“Turn your head away!”

Last time, Chi Cheng forced Wu Suowei to watch to provoke and shame him; now he
didn’t want him looking, fearing that those burning eyes would burn away his willpower.
In his mind, Chi Cheng had already imagined making love to Wu Suowei thousands of
times, only lacking the actual execution. Normally decisive and quick to act, this time he
made an exception.

He just couldn’t figure it out—why was this bald little fool such a mystery? Even if he
fucked him, so what? Bleeding ass, shredded guts, hoarse throat... wasn’t that
commonplace? Why did it suddenly feel so cruel when it happened to him?

Chi Cheng clenched his breath, his hands moving fiercely, almost sparking from the
friction.

Wu Suowei stared blankly at the white wall, murmuring to himself: Does he really want
to be with me?

Unable to hold back, he turned his head back.

“I’ll help you.”

That earned him an angry shout, “Stay still.”

Wu Suowei sat up on the bed.

“Don’t worry, I’m volunteering. Masturbation doesn’t mean anything about friends with
benefits.”

Chi Cheng gritted his teeth in secret. What a living ancestor! Stop tormenting me! You
just look at me like that, and I already want to fuck you; you come close like this—aren’t
you asking for death?

“One more move and I’ll fuck you without discussion.”

With a plop, Wu Suowei was pushed back onto the bed, facing away from Chi Cheng.

This was the essence of a straight man: always thinking the penis is most important, so he
turned his ass away from others.

“Lie flat!” Chi Cheng warned.

Wu Suowei raised a middle finger. “I’m not falling for it. Don’t even think about tricking
me into moving. I’m sharp!”

Chi Cheng was so frustrated he felt like bleeding internally. He shot so much his hands
were covered, even Xiao Cuobao was shocked. “Godfather, what’s wrong with you?
Spitting out so many little tadpoles to keep me company!” Chi Cheng gently pulled Xiao
Cuobao close, stroked its head, then glanced at the big ass opposite him—sure enough,
his snake baby was still the best behaved.

In the middle of the night, Wu Suowei woke up to go to the bathroom and, half asleep,
climbed into Chi Cheng’s bed.

He didn’t mean to—he was just groggy and couldn’t find the right place.

Chi Cheng’s eyes shot open immediately.

“I’ve been staring at that big ass of yours half the night, finally got a bit sleepy, and you
come messing around in my bed? No exaggeration, Chi Cheng’s recently softened
manhood instantly rose again, just a few centimeters from the mouth it had longed for.
One determined move and ecstasy would be here instantly.”

Wu Suowei hummed a couple of times, then suddenly shouted,

“Watch closely!”

After that, light snoring drifted in the air; someone was sound asleep.

No need to say it—this fool was definitely dreaming of candy figurines.

Wu Suowei didn’t realize his unconscious muttering had completely softened Chi
Cheng’s heart.

That whole night was really tough on Chi Cheng.

Kick him out of bed? Couldn’t bear to. Pull him in for a hug? That would definitely lead
to action halfway through. Couldn’t touch him, couldn’t poke him, couldn’t look at
him—finally, hope was pinned on Xiao Cuobao, the two stared at each other with big
eyes.

Chi Cheng thought: “He’s invading your territory—you gotta fight back! Isn’t this your
specialty? Grab him tight, squeeze him hard, push him onto the opposite bed, go!”

Xiao Cuobao wriggled and crawled between the two, wagged its tail, and under Chi
Cheng’s burning gaze, suddenly jumped onto him, wrapped around his neck, circling
again and again.

Chi Cheng gritted his teeth, thinking, “Damn it, I told you to squeeze him! Why are you
squeezing me?”

...

CHAPTER 70
On the way back the next day, Wu Suowei felt like he’d lost his soul.

He couldn’t figure out how he ended up doing that kind of thing with Chi Cheng. Then he
even said those words to him, and spent the night there. Thinking about it now still made
him shiver. He must have lost his mind—definitely lost it. Just as he thought this, he
stumbled on a step, suddenly pulling a muscle in his butt.

It really hurt!

All because he’d made a domineering demand and got slapped hundreds of times.

His little asshole was hurt too. Although nothing went inside, just being poked was
excruciating. And it was a deliberate finger poke. If that thing really got pushed in—oh
god, he didn’t dare imagine! Wu Suowei couldn’t help but shudder.

Jiang Xiaoshuai stood at the door, looking at Wu Suowei with amusement.

“Out all night?”

Wu Suowei smiled awkwardly and walked into the clinic under Jiang Xiaoshuai’s
scrutinizing gaze.
Just then, a patient came in, so Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t press further. Wu Suowei sat
alone, lost in thought. As soon as the patient left, he leaned close to Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Xiaoshuai, touch my ear.”

“Touch your ear?” Jiang Xiaoshuai grinned. “Why do you want me to touch your ear?”

“Never mind, just do it.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai casually touched it twice.

Not itchy at all! Suddenly Wu Suowei was shocked. How could that be?

“What’s really wrong with you?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei pulled him into the back room, eager. “Lick me again.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai twitched his mouth. “Lick where?”

“Lick my ear.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai hesitated but complied.

The moment the wet tongue touched his ear, Wu Suowei recalled last night’s scene, a
tingling shiver running along his ear. He immediately stopped Jiang Xiaoshuai, secretly
pleased, and muttered, “It’s itchy, it’s itchy, now I’m relieved.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai patted Wu Suowei’s forehead. “Why are you rambling like this?”

Wu Suowei glanced at the door—no one there—then dragged Jiang Xiaoshuai to the
nearby sofa and sat down, whispering, “Last night he jerked me off.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s throat tightened; his expression turned awkward.

“Was it good?”

The word “good” gave Wu Suowei goosebumps all over.

Seeing Wu Suowei’s reaction, Jiang Xiaoshuai knew the answer.

“How many times? Just once? You didn’t jerk him off? He…”

“Don’t say it,” Wu Suowei cut him off. “If you say more, I’ll get turned on again.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai wisely fell silent.

When one side goes silent, the other side starts overthinking. Wu Suowei held out for a
moment, then grabbed Jiang Xiaoshuai’s hand excitedly.

“Xiaoshuai, let’s try it too, it’s really good.”

Actually, he was just nervous and desperately wanted to prove he wasn’t only attracted to
Chi Cheng.

“Stop joking.” Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly remembered something and held down Wu
Suowei’s restless body. He spoke seriously, “I overheard some stuff about Chi Cheng at
Li Wang’s place. Not sure if it helps.”

At the mention of this, Wu Suowei immediately stopped playing and listened quietly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu have a grudge. They grew up
together, and were close before college. Then Wang Shuo came in. Apparently, he dated
Chi Cheng for a while, but because he slept with Guo Chengyu, Chi Cheng and Guo
broke up. Later Wang Shuo went abroad. Chi Cheng stayed friendly with Guo Chengyu
in public but secretly took revenge. Anyone Guo Chengyu liked, Chi Cheng made sure to
sleep with them. It’s been going on for years.”

Counting from high school until now, Wu Suowei held up his fingers—it was at least ten
years.

“Guo Chengyu slept with his boyfriend once, and he’s been retaliating for over ten
years?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai nodded.

Wu Suowei felt a chill. This guy was ruthless! If he found out about my intentions, he’d
probably crush me to paste.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s expression turned serious. “You better think carefully. If it gets bad,
get out early. We can’t mess with this guy.”

Wu Suowei said calmly, “It’s come to this point already. There’s no turning back.”

The two fell silent for a while. Then Wu Suowei suddenly remembered something and
straightened up.

“You said Chi Cheng tries to sleep with everyone Guo Chengyu likes. So you…”

He trailed off.
“Don’t worry, Guo Chengyu just messes with me. I don’t care. Chi Cheng probably
won’t go after me.” Jiang Xiaoshuai put on a fearless expression. “Even if he did, so
what? That’d help you get out of trouble! If you don’t want him, I’ll stand in for you.”

Wu Suowei was so grateful he almost kowtowed three times.

“Xiaoshuai, I really have no words for you. I won’t use fancy words to praise you. I just
feel that knowing you means my life wasn’t in vain!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai crossed his legs and smirked.

“Actually, I kinda like that bald guy too.”

Wu Suowei: “...”

CHAPTER 71
Over the weekend, Wu Suowei went home, and his mom praised in front of him, “That
colleague of yours is really something.”

Wu Suowei scratched his head, “Why are you still thinking about him?”

“He came to our house a few days ago and brought a lot of stuff.” She turned and
carefully opened a cabinet, taking out a box and placing it on the table. “Look at these
purple lingzhi mushrooms—they said they can lower blood sugar. He even told me to
reduce the insulin injections because that stuff isn’t good for the body.”

Wu Suowei reached in and felt around; the mushrooms were quite rough, with wooden
scars on the caps—obviously wild. Wild lingzhi mushrooms are rare and expensive these
days. A whole box like this must have taken some effort!

While he was still surprised, his mom said again, “Da Qiong, our corn is ripe now. Go
pick some, cook it, and take it to your colleague.”

Wu Suowei hummed in response.

In the evening, Wu Suowei carried a big bag of cooked corn to Chi Cheng’s workplace,
since Chi Cheng was on duty that day. Wu Suowei came often enough that the old
security guard recognized him and said, “Secretary Chi’s son is popular. There’s a young
man who brings him food every day.”

“Hey, young handsome guy, here again?” Fang Xin laughed as he patted Wu Suowei’s
shoulder.
The “young handsome guy” wasn’t just a nickname. Wu Suowei always dressed
sharply—even in summer heat he wore a short-sleeved shirt and suit pants, with his shoes
polished to a shine.

“We picked some corn from our field and cooked it fresh. It smells way better than the
street stuff.” Wu Suowei put the plastic bag on the table and let Chi Cheng’s colleagues
take some.

Chi Cheng saw them reaching for the bag and sternly reminded, “Don’t eat yet. Fill out
the work sheets we distributed first, then hand them in to Captain Li’s office.”

The coworkers joked among themselves, “What’s going on? The sun’s rising in the west
today? Prince Chi is actually minding other people’s business.”

“Yeah, he’s always the last to finish filling those out. Today he’s actually eager.”

“…”

Chi Cheng hooked his arm around Wu Suowei’s shoulder and almost dragged him
forcibly into his office. As soon as the door shut, heavy breathing pressed close to his
lips.

“Aren’t you hot wearing so many clothes?” Chi Cheng roughly grabbed the front of Wu
Suowei’s shirt, causing two buttons to pop off onto the floor. “Shorts and flip-flops are
way cooler.”

Wu Suowei’s hand slipped inside Chi Cheng’s uniform to scratch him, feeling his heart
burning.

“I dress like this to show off for you, you know?”

“Who are you to me? You keep calling me ‘mine’…” Chi Cheng bit Wu Suowei’s ear,
teasing him cruelly. “Do you think you get to own me? Who told you that?”

Who cares? I’m just enjoying myself first!

“You’ve latched onto my hands, huh?” Chi Cheng pushed Wu Suowei down onto the
desk.

Wu Suowei’s eyes were mischievous. “If you let me blow sugar figures, don’t I get to
jerk you off? It’s the same skill. You cheer me on, I cheer you on!”

Chi Cheng pulled down Wu Suowei’s pants, lifted a leg, and rested it on the desk.
In broad daylight, legs spread wide, his private parts fully exposed, Wu Suowei’s face
flushed with embarrassment. The pressed leg kicked hard a few times, protesting, “Can’t
you just behave? Let’s do it properly.”

“Shy?” Chi Cheng’s huge manhood slammed hard into Wu Suowei’s ass. “If you’re
embarrassed, you can close your legs.” Then with a mischievous grin, he went to tease
him.

Once Wu Suowei was thoroughly enjoying it, his shame became irrelevant. His leg went
from resting on the desk to hooked around Chi Cheng’s arm, the angle growing wider,
the posture more awkward. He was both embarrassed and thrilled. When climax came,
the standing leg shook violently, nearly collapsing into Chi Cheng’s arms.

“So good,” Wu Suowei breathed evenly.

Chi Cheng, however, was uncomfortable. His hard iron rod pressed hard against Wu
Suowei’s ass, not wanting him to pull his pants back up. Wu Suowei fidgeted for a while
before calming Chi Cheng’s restless heart.

Afterwards, Wu Suowei always felt a bit wronged, though he couldn’t say why.

“I’m leaving,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng’s expression changed. “Leaving already?”

“Yeah, I have something to do. My snakes are laying eggs; I have to contact buyers for
the snake eggs.”

Chi Cheng scratched the table with his claw, leaving fine marks.

“Then why did you come here?”

Yeah, why did I come? Wu Suowei was confused too. After thinking for a while, he
remembered the bag of cooked corn. Right, I came to deliver cooked corn.

Chi Cheng stared at Wu Suowei’s back, thinking: This guy’s been coming a lot lately,
just to get some pleasure and drop off food, then leave. The more I think about it, the
weirder it feels—why do I feel like I’m the one being sold?

CHAPTER 72
When Chi Cheng was leaving the office, someone was just taking a cooked corn cob out
of the plastic bag.
“Tonight, this is dinner.”

Just as he was about to bring it to his mouth, a big hand grabbed it, pressing both the cob
and his hand back down onto the table, the knuckles nearly crushed.

“What’s so good about cooked corn? I’ll take you guys out to eat later,” Chi Cheng said.

The nearby offices immediately buzzed with excitement. When Master Chi offers to treat,
could the meal be anything less than great? No one even wanted the cooked corn
anymore; they all made room in their stomachs for the big feast. Chi Cheng didn’t
disappoint—he booked two tables at a five-star hotel, serving famous dishes and fine
wine. Everyone chatted happily while Chi Cheng barely touched his food, just drank a
couple glasses and left.

Gangzi sat in the car yawning and saw Chi Cheng pick up a cooked corn and start eating.

“You’re still hungry?”

Chi Cheng was biting enthusiastically and had no time to answer. The fragrant kernels
were like the tender flesh on Wu Suowei’s ass—getting better the more he chewed,
tastier the more he savored.

“Actually, I’m not full either.” Gangzi reached into the plastic bag. “I’ll have a cob too,
just to fill up.”

No surprise, his wrist was twisted by someone.

The next second, Chi Cheng opened the car door and stepped out.

Gangzi looked confused. What happened? Chi Cheng usually wasn’t distant. He always
called him to eat together. Would he really get upset over a cooked corn? Before he could
figure it out, Chi Cheng returned, throwing a heavy plastic bag over, which when opened
was full of food.

“Eat this,” Chi Cheng said.

Gangzi was stunned. What’s gotten into Chi Cheng? Running errands for him? First time
ever! He quickly took a photo to post on Weibo—definitely worth remembering!

Chi Cheng picked up another cooked corn and started eating. Suddenly he seemed to
remember something and pulled out his phone.

Wu Suowei had finished delivering the cooked corn and gone to the breeding rooms.
Because the female snakes needed enough space to lay eggs, he rented two more rooms.
After organizing for over three hours, he finally finished. Wiping sweat off and heading
out, he thought: People just can’t stay still! If you stay too long, your muscles get lazy,
and moving around hurts all over.

Just then, Chi Cheng’s phone rang.

“Man, I’m exhausted today.” Wu Suowei’s voice was lazy.

A slight smile appeared on Chi Cheng’s face. “You’re tired after letting someone jerk
you off?”

“Who said that!” The sound of teeth grinding. “Did a lot of work.”

“What kind of work?” Chi Cheng asked.

“Set up two new snake rooms, tended to those snake grandpas—no wait, snake
grandmas! Snakes get really cranky when laying eggs. Tried to move them, and they bit
me. Luckily, no venom…”

Before, Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng barely talked. Half an hour on the phone meant 29
minutes of silence, with just a couple coughs at the end. Now they could joke a little, chat
about daily life, and Chi Cheng actually listened.

“But here’s something funny. I thought snake eggs came out of their mouths, but no!
They have an asshole too, and when laying eggs it opens really wide—pop!—out come
the eggs, hehe…”

“You should learn from it,” Chi Cheng said with a hidden meaning.

“Go away!”

Another cob disappeared unnoticed. Chi Cheng’s eyes gazed out the car window, lost in
thought.

Gangzi glanced at Chi Cheng sideways, thinking: Chi Cheng’s been acting strange lately!
Before, he was known as the “quick hang-up king”—never spending more than a minute
on calls, hanging up right after finishing his own words, no matter if the other person was
done talking. People joked that his hang-up speed should match his ejaculation speed.
Now, that’s no longer needed—his calls last forever, and nine times out of ten his line is
busy when Gangzi tries calling.

That’s nothing compared to the real shock: Chi Cheng actually spends this long talking
about trivial stuff! He hates people nagging him, so why is he the one doing it now?

Just then, Chi Cheng picked up the phone again.

Wu Suowei was about to complain, but Chi Cheng’s deep voice cut in.
“Tomorrow it’s going to rain. Don’t forget to bring an umbrella.”

Wu Suowei’s lips moved open and closed, suddenly at a loss for words.

CHAPTER 73
Guo Chengyu held a nominal managerial position at a municipal construction company,
but in reality, he barely showed up for work. Recently, he landed a big contract, then
subcontracted the whole project, netting tens of millions in pure profit. He bought a piece
of land and put up a sign calling it “Pet Snake Park,” where colorful pet snakes were
raised freely — many rare and exotic species — seemingly with the intent of provoking
Chi Cheng.

These days, Guo Chengyu was so preoccupied visiting his little park that he didn’t even
have time to go to the clinic.

“I heard Chi Jiali is coming back in a few days,” Li Wang said.

Guo Chengyu smiled, “That’ll be lively.”

Chi Jiali was Chi Cheng’s elder sister, six years older. Four years ago, against their
parents’ wishes, she married a Black man and settled abroad. Two years ago, she gave
birth to twin boys, one black and one white — quite a sight. Chi Cheng’s parents were
doting grandparents, always thinking about the grandkids and urging Chi Jiali to return
home.

“What was she thinking? Insisting on finding such a dark-skinned guy! The last time they
came back and I saw them, my goodness — black as ink! Wearing a white suit, I was
worried his skin would rub off and stain the clothes.”

Guo Chengyu chuckled, “Black guys got big dicks.”

“That’s true.”

As the car left the park and hit the road, Li Wang suddenly remembered something and
told Guo Chengyu, “That young doctor asked me about you the other day, why you
haven’t been around. Seems like he’s taken a liking to you.”

Guo Chengyu rubbed his tongue against his canine tooth, “Did he ask about Chi Cheng
too?”

Li Wang thought for a moment, “Yeah, he did ask a bit.”

“He just asked if there was anything between you and Chi Cheng. Just casually, didn’t
probe much, mostly interested in you.”

Guo Chengyu squinted at the window, “What he really wants to say is in those casual
words.”

“You mean he’s into Chi Cheng?”

Guo Chengyu said, “Isn’t there still a resident at the clinic?”

Li Wang suddenly recalled running into Chi Cheng at the clinic last time — maybe he
wasn’t after Jiang Xiaoshuai?

Guo Chengyu casually said, “That little monk’s sharp as hell!”

“You mean that careless Wu Suowei?” Li Wang doubted, “Sharp? I don’t see it!”

“That’s because you’re dumb.”

Li Wang, speechless.

Guo Chengyu added, “Believe it or not, when the car passes the clinic door, Jiang
Xiaoshuai will definitely stop us.”

Sometimes Guo Chengyu sounded like he was joking, but Li Wang had to believe him.

When the car arrived, Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly appeared in front of them like magic.

Guo Chengyu slammed the brakes so hard the front of the car brushed Jiang Xiaoshuai’s
white coat.

“Get out!” Jiang Xiaoshuai knocked on the window.

Guo Chengyu rolled down the window, his playful gaze sweeping over Jiang Xiaoshuai’s
face.

“What’s this about, Doctor Jiang? I’ve got things to do, don’t block the way!”

This time, Jiang Xiaoshuai took the initiative.

“You’re seriously ill. I smell the scent of a last desperate flare on you. If you want to live,
come with me.”

...
Once inside the clinic, Jiang Xiaoshuai took on a casual chat tone. “I heard you opened a
pet snake park? Can I come visit? My buddy also raises snakes and wants to learn from
you.”

Guo Chengyu slid his hand inside Jiang Xiaoshuai’s thigh and said softly, “Forget
visiting, taking a couple away isn’t a problem.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai forced back his anger and calmly pried Guo Chengyu’s hand away.

“Where is your snake park? How big is it? What snakes do you have? Are they just for
show or for sale?…” He went on with irrelevant questions.

Guo Chengyu patiently waited, waiting for Jiang Xiaoshuai to bring up Chi Cheng.

CHAPTER 74
“I found that raising snakes has become a trend now. For a rich second-generation like
you, are there quite a few people raising them?”

Guo Chengyu kindly helped Jiang Xiaoshuai narrow down the circle.

“Not many, most people still raise cats and dogs. People in the south raise snakes more.
Many snake species can’t adapt to the northern climate and die after a few days.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was quite satisfied with Guo Chengyu’s answer — only a few, that
makes it much easier.

“How do they usually raise them? At home, or like you, specially building a park to raise
so many kinds?”

“Most people buy one or two to keep at home. Unless really obsessed, they won’t raise so
many kinds. Raising snakes is not easy — snakes have different living habits, many can’t
coexist. Those who raise at scale are professional snake farmers, making money off
snakes. Large-scale raising without profit purpose requires enough financial support.”

As he spoke, Guo Chengyu’s hand slipped back into the white coat.

Seeing he was about to bring the topic around to Chi Cheng, Jiang Xiaoshuai forced
himself to endure.

“From what you say, you’re the only one who spent big money to specially build a park
for raising snakes, right?”
Guo Chengyu’s hand pressed on the hill between Jiang Xiaoshuai’s legs, and he
answered lightly with one word: “Two.”

“Another one?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes reddened from holding on so long. Finally made it.

“Who’s that?”

Guo Chengyu sighed, “Better not mention.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai grabbed Guo Chengyu’s restless hand, grinding his back molars down.

Guo Chengyu shifted tone, “If you’re interested, I’ll tell you.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai stiffened for a moment, then loosened his grip.

“Say it.”

“Before, indeed there were two. That guy did nothing but raise snakes, rented a small
park in the suburbs to retire. Now there’s only me left. His snakes are all gone, only one
he keeps with him.”

A layer of sweat appeared on Jiang Xiaoshuai’s forehead, “Who are you talking about?”

“You still don’t know?” Guo Chengyu smiled slyly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai almost couldn’t breathe! Took such a big detour, got touched for so long,
today’s loss is huge. Damn, so damn sneaky! I curse you to have babies covered with
assholes in the future!

“Why are his snakes gone?” Wu Suowei’s voice suddenly appeared from nearby.

Guo Chengyu fiddled with a lighter, casually saying, “His old man took them away.”

Wu Suowei asked again, “Why did his father confiscate his snakes?”

“Son was irresponsible, old man had to manage him, right?” Guo Chengyu spoke as if
about an unrelated person.

Wu Suowei’s sensitive nerve suddenly got tugged by something.

“So, according to you, he didn’t come out to work voluntarily, but was forced by his
dad?”

Guo Chengyu didn’t answer, just smiled at Wu Suowei and walked out briskly.
The room fell silent for a while, Jiang Xiaoshuai finally spoke.

“I think this guy’s too sharp. It’s really hard to pry anything out of his mouth.”

Wu Suowei stood up straight, “I’m going out.”

When the phone rang, Gangzi was sitting on the toilet playing on his phone. Seeing the
number was familiar — wasn’t it the guy who chatted with Chi Cheng all the time? He
didn’t dare slack off, quickly wiped and went out.

“Are you his bodyguard?” Wu Suowei asked.

“I don’t have that ability.” Gangzi smiled, “He’s a Sanda seventh-dan, can handle three
or four guys barehanded, who needs a bodyguard?”

No wonder he’s full of tendons and muscles, and his fists are so hard… Wu Suowei
couldn’t help but think.

“I’m more like his follower.” Gangzi said, “If he has something to do, it’s more
convenient to have more people around. I’m a free spirit, can’t stay in regular units, so I
just run around behind him all day.”

“So can he stay in a regular unit?” Wu Suowei asked, “I saw he changed jobs several
times.”

“Job changes were also forced by the old man. His precious things are all in the old
man’s hands. When the old man tells him to go east, he goes east. When told to go west,
he goes west. He doesn’t dare disobey!”

Wu Suowei felt like a nail was hammered into his chest — the feeling was particularly
bad.

Turns out the trigger pushing him to retaliate was a phantom. Chi Cheng really didn’t
know he was Yue Yue’s ex-boyfriend. Those so-called difficulties were not urged by Yue
Yue, but purely coincidental! Why only realize now? Should’ve seen it long ago —
someone as willful as Chi Cheng could never be controlled by his girlfriend.

Just as Wu Suowei left, Gangzi’s phone rang again. Seeing the caller was Yue Yue, he
smiled strangely. How did I become so popular?

When they met, Yue Yue bombarded him with questions.

“Tell me, did Chi Cheng get some little slut to hook up with him again? Who does he call
all day? His phone’s always busy! Tell me who it is, I won’t expose you! I just want to
know, who the hell is so shameless?!”

Gangzi, “……”

CHAPTER 75
At night, after finishing the work with the snake rooms, it was already past ten. Wu
Suowei wandered alone on the street, thinking about a box of wild lingzhi mushrooms,
the sugar figurines in the freezer, and “I’ve only been to the supermarket three times”...
so many things to think about, the more he thought, the more damn tangled he felt!

Should he continue or not? This was the most severe question facing Wu Suowei.

If he just gave up like this, should he confront him?

His two feet involuntarily walked toward Chi Cheng’s place.

Standing at the door, Wu Suowei thought again: Chi Cheng could endure being in this
steaming room all day just because of a little jealous guy. Then how much pain must he
have felt when he lost so many snake babies at the same time!

Before pushing the door, he quickly took two breaths of cool air.

But after going inside, what greeted him was not a heatwave, but a slight chill and a
strong smell of alcohol.

The bedroom was a mess. The sheets were twisted and hanging down to the floor, with
clear bloodstains and not-yet-dry semen on them. The little jealous guy silently curled up
in the glass tank. Clearly, an intense sex session had just taken place here. Wu Suowei
didn’t know if this person was Yue Yue, but he knew this person wasn’t himself.

Chi Cheng was washing his face in the bathroom.

“Isn’t it quite an unlucky timing for me to come?” Wu Suowei leaned on the doorframe,
looking at Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng didn’t speak. Around his broad back hung a gloomy aura.

“You’re already done... so can I leave now?”

When Wu Suowei asked this, he didn’t even know what his own mood was.
Chi Cheng roughly wiped his face, turned his head over, two sword-like eyebrows with
water droplets, pupils black, eyeballs bloodshot, firm lips tightly closed, face full of a
killing intent.

After staring at Wu Suowei for a long time, Chi Cheng spoke expressionlessly.

“Go.”

Wu Suowei steeled his heart, suddenly had an impulse to sharply provoke Chi Cheng.

“I’ll tell you, actually today I came…”

“I don’t have time to listen to your nonsense!” Chi Cheng suddenly roared fiercely,
cutting Wu Suowei’s words off forcefully, “I’m pissed off. I advise you to quickly leave
through the door, save yourself the suffering.”

Wu Suowei didn’t know where he found such courage, and sat heavily on the nearby
chair.

“I’m not leaving today. I want to see what kind of suffering you can give me!”

The bloody sheet fell at Wu Suowei’s feet.

“I’ve already exploded three baby snakes, two were taken away by 120 (emergency).”
His tone had no fluctuation.

Wu Suowei twisted his neck sinews fiercely, pupils bulging, and slammed a fist heavily
on the chair’s armrest.

“Then add me one more, as long as you reimburse my medical expenses!”

Wu Suowei’s bold words shocked the little jealous guy, who immediately threw him a
“You’re awesome” look.

In fact, Wu Suowei regretted saying that right after.

Chi Cheng walked over to Wu Suowei, his large hand full of hostility grabbed Wu
Suowei’s collar, lifted him straight up, and threw him onto the bed. With a bang, Wu
Suowei’s big head hit the bed railing. Perhaps the inertia was too strong, his head was
buzzing, even the usually numb forehead had a painful sensation.

“It’s all your damn fault!” Wu Suowei wailed, covering his forehead, “If you hadn’t been
messing with my medicine all day, my forehead wouldn’t even hurt. You damn ruined
my good skill!”

Chi Cheng was about to tear Wu Suowei’s clothes when he heard this and stopped.
“If you can’t avoid my forehead getting hurt again, then don’t presumptuously apply
medicine on it! If you yourself use my forehead as a tool for venting, you have no right to
blame me for using it as a weapon!” An inexplicable grievance burst out from Wu
Suowei’s chest as he shouted hoarsely, “My whole body has only this one hard spot. You
made it soft. I don’t have any sense of security at all! It’s all your fault! Chi Cheng, I f*ck
your grandpa!”

Bang bang bang!

He fiercely butted Chi Cheng’s ribs with his forehead.

CHAPTER 76
Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei’s neck firmly, stopping his violent behavior. After a
moment of struggle, he used a strong force to slam Wu Suowei’s head hard back against
his own chest.

“I’m in a bad mood today. You go home and get a good sleep first. Tomorrow morning,
I’ll bring you some food.”

Wu Suowei was still lost in his own sorrow and kept nagging endlessly, “My forehead is
a solid fortress. When you apply medicine on it, you are slowly destroying my resistance
bit by bit...”

Chi Cheng rubbed Wu Suowei’s forehead twice with his hand and asked, “Did it hurt
when you hit it?”

“Hey, you said you were in a bad mood just now, why?” Wu Suowei only just realized.

Chi Cheng got straight out of bed, trapped the 1.75-meter tall Wu Suowei in his armpit
and dragged him toward the door. Wu Suowei didn’t resist, just let Chi Cheng throw him
outside. Then the door closed, the space was cut off, one inside, one outside. An hour
later, Chi Cheng opened the door and Wu Suowei was still standing there.

He grabbed him and pulled him in.

“Today is his birthday.” Chi Cheng lit a cigarette, “When he first gave me the little
jealous guy, one palm could hold him. Six years have flown by, I guess he doesn’t even
remember what the little jealous guy looks like now. I used to have no feelings for
snakes, but because I was with him all those years and constantly in contact, I slowly
developed a special affection for these creatures.”

“How many years were you with him?” Wu Suowei asked.

Chi Cheng said, “More than three years.”

Three years... Wu Suowei muttered the number in his heart. Chi Cheng was with that
person for more than three years, but it took six years and still no escape. He himself had
been together for seven years—calculating like that, he still had to struggle for at least
another fifteen years!

“If it weren’t for him, I and Guozi wouldn’t have come this far. Guozi has always been
my best buddy. When I fell into the river as a kid, it was Guozi who pulled me out with a
tree branch. Back then, Guozi didn’t even have memories yet.”

Smoke shrouded Chi Cheng’s face. Wu Suowei couldn’t see his expression, but from his
calm-to-the-extreme tone, Wu Suowei heard a bone-deep chill.

“Fortunately, he was sensible and obediently rolled overseas.” With a cold sneer, “If he
dared show up in front of me, I’d immediately fck him, fck him until he had no breath
left!”

A wine bottle shattered in a corner not far away, shards scattered all over the floor.

In Wu Suowei’s impression, Chi Cheng was ruthless but low-key, often striking silently,
then licking the blade and sneering. Whoever can make Chi Cheng hysterical must have
some irresistible skills.

The shot of white liquor burned deep into the heart, Chi Cheng asked, “Have you ever
experienced smiling face to face with your rival?”

Wu Suowei silently thought: Isn’t this exactly what I’m experiencing?!

“I experienced it for more than six years.” Chi Cheng said.

I’ve been experiencing it for more than six months... Wu Suowei thought.

Chi Cheng suddenly hugged Wu Suowei tightly, his arm squeezing hard.

“Big Treasure, you’re still the best, clean person, clean heart.”

Wu Suowei, “...I’m going to get some water.”

Next to the water dispenser, the trash can was full of stick cores, those sticks were all
broken off by Wu Suowei one by one, a rough glance gave him a good idea. He heard the
phrase beside his ear, “Don’t rush to eat, first fill out the work form handed down, then
submit it to Captain Li’s office.” Back then, he hadn’t cared, now he understood.

This cup of water, Wu Suowei didn’t even know how he swallowed it.
Sitting back in his seat, Chi Cheng talked about many things from the past, about him and
Wang Shuo, about him and Guo Chengyu, those years of wild reckless days. Stuff he had
almost rotted burying in his heart, today he poured it all out in front of Wu Suowei,
indulged in a bit of melodrama, and thoroughly disgusted himself as well.

Then, Wu thought about himself, remembered taking the green train for a trip back then,
holding Yue Yue asleep all the way, his arm numb and unable to lift—a bitter memory.

So when Chi Cheng lowered his head, he saw Wu Suowei’s eyes rimmed red.

“I’m talking about my own stuff, why are you crying along with me?” Chi Cheng’s big
hand stroked Wu Suowei’s face.

Who’s crying with you? I’m crying my own tears.

Seeing Wu Suowei’s wet, red-rimmed eyes, Chi Cheng, who couldn’t even control his
own emotions, actually felt a little sorry.

“How old are you still crying?” He scolded.

I feel guilty inside!

Wu Suowei grabbed Chi Cheng’s hand, planning to take this chance to be honest, he
really couldn’t bear to deceive his own kind anymore.

“Actually, I’m not clean at all.”

Chi Cheng pushed Wu Suowei down to the ground, “Then be dirty to your heart’s
content!”

“...”

CHAPTER 77
Cold floor, two burning and anxious hearts.

Wu Suowei’s phone kept ringing nearby, but his ears automatically blocked it out. What
misunderstanding? What truth? Right now, I just want to mess around. Whoever stops
me, I’ll go all out against them!

Chi Cheng pressed down on Wu Suowei’s body, spreading his legs apart on either side of
his body, hard objects pressing together—he could feel the heat even through two layers
of fabric. Chi Cheng thrust his waist, rubbing against Wu Suowei’s fragile spot. Wu
Suowei’s body twitched under his lead, his breath disordered, panting heavily.
Chi Cheng straddled Wu Suowei’s legs, his large hand gripping the two men's masculine
symbols together.

Wu Suowei suddenly lifted his neck, looking at Chi Cheng with an embarrassed and
annoyed gaze.

“Don’t play with me like that!”

“How am I playing?” Chi Cheng bit Wu Suowei’s chin. “You don’t rub me, yet you don’t
allow me to do it myself?” Saying that, he began moving his fingers.

“Who does that?” Wu Suowei struggled to suppress a muffled groan, wildly protesting,
“Can’t you act alone? Let me finish first, then go mess with yours... huh?”

Chi Cheng sped up his actions, “This is more efficient.”

Compared to the natural fitting of yin and yang, this was a collision between two yangs,
forbidden, rebellious, conflicting, intense. Folds were pushed and pulled flat, the spongy
tissue engorged, pulsating veins beating wildly. Wu Suowei lifted his neck, gasping
irregularly, the leg pressed by Chi Cheng twitching unconsciously with the frequency of
Chi Cheng’s palm.

“How is it?” Chi Cheng asked deliberately.

Wu Suowei’s cheeks reddened, “It’s pretty efficient.”

Just after his words, Chi Cheng’s large hand flipped skillfully, pressing the top with his
palm, the iron below chasing and crushing Wu Suowei’s fragile spot fiercely. Wu Suowei
pushed Chi Cheng’s hand in a pleading manner.

“This won’t do?” Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei’s nipple and asked, “What if I use my
mouth, wouldn’t you go crazy?”

Saying that, he bent down and placed Wu Suowei’s legs around his head.

Chi Cheng liked to use his huge tool to harshly hit others’ throats, the pulled-out “dragon
head” carrying a violent bloodshot look. But he didn’t like doing this for others, or more
precisely, hadn’t done it in years.

But he was willing to do it for Wu Suowei.

Just like he never poured out his heart to others, but he would to Big Iron Head.

In his heart, Dabao was different from others.

Wu Suowei’s “part” was like an unfortunate ice cream, bottomed out in Chi Cheng’s
mouth, the warm oral cavity tightly suctioning, the wet tongue carefully licking. A layer
of cold sweat rose on Wu Suowei’s buttocks, his face wore an explosively pleasurable
and lewd expression. Chi Cheng played with his toes; Wu Suowei let out two howls,
excitedly pouncing on Chi Cheng and straddling his chest.

“You’ve got some guts!” Chi Cheng’s tiger eyes were sharp.

Wu Suowei’s butt rubbed forward again, directly pushing his “bird” into Chi Cheng’s
mouth.

Then he felt so good he started swearing violently.

“Fuck you, fuck you to death!”

These words came out of Wu Suowei’s mouth—the former model student, top ten youth,
graduate of a prestigious university, the honest guy who blushed even holding hands—
now shaking his hips and swinging his butt, not knowing how to act wild. To be honest,
with Yueyue so many times, Wu Suowei had never lost control like this; it was Chi
Cheng who brought out the primal beast in him.

Chi Cheng had never spoiled anyone like this either, letting him use the word “fuck” on
himself repeatedly.

Wu Suowei was flipped onto the ground by Chi Cheng, his chest pressed to the floor,
shivering from the cold.

“What are you doing?” He felt a little panicked inside.

Chi Cheng said directly, “Playing with your ass.”

Wu Suowei tried to run, but one leg was grabbed; the tightly clenched two lumps of flesh
were pried open, and a tongue broke in. Wu Suowei twisted and struggled on the ground
like a dying fish, “painfully” groaning and dodging the too-strong stimulation like
punishment.

“You really build houses by the sea, huh.” Chi Cheng mockingly looked at Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei, in a daze, asked, “What do you mean?”

“Slut—to—the—max.”

“Fuck! ...ah…”

Wu Suowei thought he was totally done for this time, that Chi Cheng would seize the
opportunity and conquer the fortress in one fell swoop. If that were the case, he would
have accepted it as compensation for previous misunderstandings. Unexpectedly, Chi
Cheng let him off, after finishing him by mouth, he manipulated Wu Suowei’s hand to
make himself climax.

Then came the demands of lips and tongue; even after satisfying himself, Wu Suowei did
not feel repulsed by this intimacy.

The strong smell of alcohol stung the nostrils, making Wu Suowei drunk as well. This
process lasted a long time, so long that he woke up several times in a daze, Chi Cheng’s
stubble still rubbing his cheek. The last time he opened his eyes, he saw the wall clock
had already passed midnight; feeling inexplicably at ease, he fell completely asleep.

CHAPTER 78
That sleep lasted until noon the next day. When Wu Suowei woke up, he found himself
lying on the clinic bed. Everything that happened last night felt so unreal now. Didn’t I
go to confront him? How did I end up tangled with him so confusedly? After we finished,
wasn’t I supposed to sleep at his place? How did I end up back here again?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he got. He quickly went out to ask Jiang
Xiaoshuai.

“Do you know what I did last night?”

Without looking up, Jiang Xiaoshuai asked back, “What did you do?”

“You don’t know?!” Wu Suowei’s face fell.

“How would I know? Last night when I left, you were still at the clinic. This morning
when I came back, you were still there. So where did you go? Sleeping, probably.”

Damn! Could it have been a wet dream?

“Oh right, there were two bags of food on the table. No idea who sent them,” Jiang
Xiaoshuai said.

Wu Suowei remembered what Chi Cheng said to him yesterday: “I’m in a bad mood
today. You go home and get a good sleep first. Tomorrow morning, I’ll bring you some
food.”

So it wasn’t a dream after all... Wu Suowei didn’t know whether to feel happy or
disappointed. He sat in the chair lost in thought, not even bothering to wash up, just
sitting there disheveled.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?” Jiang Xiaoshuai waved his hand in front of Wu
Suowei’s eyes.

Wu Suowei stared blankly at Jiang Xiaoshuai, full of worry.

“I went to look for Chi Cheng’s follower yesterday. He said Chi Cheng changed jobs
because of his dad, nothing to do with me.”

“So?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai swung a thermometer.

Wu Suowei rested his chin on the chair back, “So he didn’t even know Yueyue was my
ex-girlfriend. The provocation wasn’t because of Yueyue; it was just a coincidence.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai clipped the thermometer under a patient’s armpit, turning his head in
surprise, “You two really have some fate, huh?”

Fate or not, it’s a cursed one! Wu Suowei thought.

“So what are you planning now?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei clearly didn’t know.

“Are you just going to let it go like this?”

Wu Suowei paused, then said, “Kind of interested.”

Just then, his phone rang.

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “Forgot to tell you, your phone has been ringing non-stop since
morning. I didn’t answer because it’s a strange number.”

That number wasn’t strange to Wu Suowei at all—it was way too familiar, the kind of
number a math teacher would punish you to copy repeatedly in a dream. Strange, how did
Yueyue get his new number? Wu Suowei was puzzled when the ringing stopped.
Checking the call log, damn—over 200 missed calls, all from Yueyue, nonstop since last
night.

Could she have found out?

While he was thinking, the phone started vibrating again.

Yueyue on the other end was gritting her teeth, “You little slut, you’re playing dumb with
me? Dare to answer my call if you’ve got guts. I want to see who’s bold enough to steal
my man.”
Then Wu Suowei’s voice came through.

“Hello?”

A man? Yueyue was stunned, didn’t recognize the voice as Wu Suowei’s.

“Who are you?” Yueyue asked.

Wu Suowei calmly gave his real name, “Wu Qiqiong.”

Hearing those three characters, Yueyue was a bit stunned.

“How could it be you?”

Yueyue, after all her efforts to track down this harassment number, it turned out to be her
ex?

Wu Suowei snorted, “Who else? It’s you who called.”

Yueyue kept pressing, “Have you been using this number all along?”

“Are you sharing a number with someone else?”

Yueyue was speechless, thought for a moment, then suddenly had a realization and got
mad: “Wu Qiqiong, you shameless bastard!”

Wu Suowei’s tone remained calm, “How am I shameless?”

“Are you jealous because you see me doing well, so you deliberately call my boyfriend to
cause trouble? Wu Qiqiong, listen up—stop messing with me. I’ll never look at you
again, get that idea out of your head. Don’t call my boyfriend or mention me in front of
him, or we’ll have a problem.”

Wu Suowei didn’t know what to say, “As long as you don’t mention me in front of him,
that’s fine.”

“Pfft! You really think you’re something special? I’m afraid even mentioning you would
dirty his ears!”

Wu Suowei slammed the phone down, throwing a sharp glance at Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“I’ve made up my mind.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked, “What’s the plan?”

Eight words with a decisive tone:

“Must take her down first!”

CHAPTER 79
These days are the peak period for the mother snakes to lay eggs. Wu Suowei was
insanely busy. Previously, his junior apprentice brother could handle it alone; he was
responsible for going out to meet clients. Now, the two of them took turns guarding, not
only acting as midwives to help the mother snakes with difficult births and ensure the
eggs were laid smoothly, but also taking the eggs away immediately to prevent the
mother snakes from eating them out of hunger. Besides that, feeding, cleaning, moving
the nests... everything had to be taken care of.

Wu Suowei was so busy he didn’t even have time to swallow saliva, let alone deal with
Chi Cheng. Before sleeping at night, he checked his phone and saw that since he hadn’t
contacted Chi Cheng these days, Chi Cheng hadn’t reached out either. It seemed like ever
since that day when they “opened their hearts” to each other, Chi Cheng had vanished
into thin air.

Since he had real work to do, Wu Suowei didn’t have time to think about the reasons
behind it.

At night, dragging his tired body back to the clinic, he saw Jiang Xiaoshuai dozing off
beside the examination table.

“So late, why haven’t you left yet?”

“Haven’t seen you for several days,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

These days, Wu Suowei left early and came back late, out all day long. Jiang Xiaoshuai
hadn’t seen him for a long time.

Wu Suowei gulped down several big mouthfuls of water, panting, and said, “Just a few
more days, and this will be over. I estimate this batch of snake eggs will sell for at least
three hundred thousand. Once the money’s in, I’ll immediately take you out for a treat.”

“Oh? Making that much?” Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed. “I’ll raise snakes with you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s not that easy. I’m just lucky,” Wu Suowei said with bright eyes.
“I plan to make this a side business and hand the stall over to junior apprentice brother. I
have to find a new path. No matter how profitable breeding is, it’s still primary industry.
I’m a cultured guy—I can’t do this my whole life!”

“True,” Jiang Xiaoshuai agreed. “Making money but not very respectable.”
Wu Suowei wrapped a towel around himself and went to the bathroom. After a while,
water sounds came from inside.

Used to living alone, Wu Suowei never took clean clothes before showering; he’d just
crawl into bed naked. But today, thinking of Jiang Xiaoshuai and wanting to avoid
awkwardness, he wrapped a towel around himself when coming out.

Jiang Xiaoshuai glanced over and saw that slender figure, firm waist, perky butt... damn,
looking damn good! The last time he saw Wu Suowei bare-chested was in spring; since
then he’d been covered up. Now showing off again—wow, suddenly so hot!

“I feel you’re more fit and balanced than before,” Jiang Xiaoshuai complimented.

Wu Suowei shaved while looking in the mirror, “Really? Maybe because I’ve been
working out lately.”

He even narcissistically admired himself a little.

Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly thought even Wu Suowei’s shaving looked sexy and
immediately decided not to leave tonight.

The two squeezed on one bed. Jiang Xiaoshuai asked Wu Suowei, “How are things
between you two?”

“Busy these days, haven’t had time to deal with him.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was puzzled, “He hasn’t contacted you?”

“Yeah, ever since I came back from his place last time, no contact.”

“So what did you two do when you went there last time?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei tried hard to ignore the lovemaking part, afraid of getting hard in front of
Jiang Xiaoshuai, focused on recalling the earlier moments, then said thoughtfully, “That
night he told me a lot of heartfelt stuff—his sad love history.”

“Is it possible?” Jiang Xiaoshuai looked doubtful. “Someone so strong suddenly showing
a hidden vulnerable side to you, then feeling embarrassed afterward?”

“Impossible,” Wu Suowei chuckled. “Does he even have a face for that?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai raised his chin, “Try calling him and see.”

Half-believing, Wu Suowei dialed Chi Cheng’s phone.

It was answered instantly—showing how desperate the other side was to get that call.
“What are you doing?” Wu Suowei asked.

Chi Cheng’s voice sounded dull, “Eating with friends.”

“So late?” Wu Suowei was surprised.

Chi Cheng sounded annoyed, “Got business or not? If not, hang up.”

The guy sitting next to him joked loudly, “Chi big shot knows manners now? Didn’t just
hang up before? Now he even asks.”

The voice was loud enough for Wu Suowei to hear—this guy’s toenails were about to be
stepped on.

“I do have business!” Wu Suowei cleared his throat. “That night I went to your place, you
told me a lot about the past. I thought about it after I came back and…”

Beep beep beep—the call ended.

Wu Suowei chuckled wickedly, patting Jiang Xiaoshuai’s shoulder, “You were right after
all!”

“I told you, he must be too embarrassed.”

Wu Suowei grinned, “He’s kinda funny.”

After hanging up, Chi Cheng couldn’t eat a single bite, stormed out with a dark face.

The guy opposite asked, “What’s wrong with him?”

Ganzi said, “Nothing. He’s been like this these days. When I walk with him, I have to
stay three meters away. His face is so black!! You’d piss your pants if you saw it.”

“Alright, forget him, let’s keep eating.”

...

Jiang Xiaoshuai poked Wu Suowei’s chest, asking, “What’s your plan?”

Wu Suowei was dazed, then jolted by the poke, dropping his wary look, “I tell you, don’t
poke me randomly, I’m sensitive here.”

“Oh! Aren’t you invincible? How come you feel pain now?” He joked, groping Wu
Suowei up and down.
“Stop it, stop it.” Wu Suowei suddenly pinned Jiang Xiaoshuai down, glaring with
bloodshot eyes, panting, “Not joking.”

They both briefly got lost in each other’s handsome faces, then deliberately looked away
and returned to the topic.

“I’m ready for a long fight,” Wu Suowei said. “Chi Cheng won’t break up with Yueyue
anytime soon.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was surprised, “Why? Does he have feelings for Yueyue?”

“No.” Wu Suowei spoke firmly.

“Then why?”

Wu Suowei said calmly, “Chi Cheng’s batch of pet snakes was locked up by his father.
To ensure their safety, he must obey his father’s arrangements. He’s been investigating
the snakes’ whereabouts. Once he finds them, he’ll dump Yueyue. The key is the snakes
can’t be found. If it drags on, he’ll have to use Yueyue as a bargaining chip to convince
his father to release the snakes.”

“His father locked up his snakes because he’s not serious about work? What does the
girlfriend have to do with it? Is Yueyue so capable she can handle Chi Cheng’s father?”

Wu Suowei’s eyes darkened with seriousness. “You’re wrong. The knot in his father’s
heart isn’t about Chi Cheng’s work. Work is easy to arrange. His father locked him up
because Chi Cheng is messing around with men.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was shocked. “Oh, that’s complicated. Could Chi Cheng be willing to
give up the snakes to be with you?”

“No way.” Wu Suowei was realistic. “Those snakes mean a lot to him. Our little quarrels
won’t shake their place in his heart.”

“Then this is tricky,” Jiang Xiaoshuai sighed.

A ruthless gleam flashed in Wu Suowei’s eyes. “Then we’ll have to tear it apart by
force.”

“Tear it apart?”

Wu Suowei stared steadily at Jiang Xiaoshuai, “Do you know what Yueyue fears most?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai shook his head.

Wu Suowei softly said one word, “Snakes.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was secretly shocked. “That girl’s ambitions are huge! To catch a rich
husband, she’s willing to live with snakes every day. If she’s that self-abusive, what
wouldn’t she do?”

“So, even to make Chi Cheng’s life easier, I have to get rid of her.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai coughed lightly, “Your intentions are a bit off, be careful.”

Wu Suowei was a little stunned but acted like nothing was wrong, continuing the topic.

“I guess Yueyue really dislikes the little jealous one. She must be scheming to get rid of
her, so we should start from there—lead Yueyue to harm the little jealous one…”

“Then you step in as the hero?” Jiang Xiaoshuai interrupted.

Wu Suowei smiled mischievously, “Of course. Erbao is part of our family. How can we
let her get screwed over?”

“The question is, how do you lead her?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei’s expression changed slightly, a trace of bitterness unconsciously creeping

into his tone.

“Increase their contact, solidify Yueyue’s status in front of Chi Cheng’s parents. That’s
the premise to trigger conflicts.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai deliberately tested Wu Suowei, “You mean you’re stepping back to work
behind the scenes?”

“Retreat to advance.”

CHAPTER 80
At night, Wu Suowei was busy alone in the snake room when suddenly something clung
to his ankle. Looking down, he saw Little Erbao climbing up his calf, slithering smoothly.
Wu Suowei was startled and quickly scooped up the little jealous one, smiling cheerfully,
“What are you doing here?”

Chi Cheng was leaning against the doorframe, holding a cigarette in his mouth. His tall,
burly figure blocked half the light.
After several days apart, seeing Chi Cheng again—who was now neither enemy nor
stranger but had even been physically close—Wu Suowei suddenly felt awkward, unable
to say why.

“Put it down on the floor,” Chi Cheng said. “Let it play by itself.”

Wu Suowei had just set Little Jealousy down when it slid right back up his pant leg.

“It doesn’t want to,” Wu Suowei explained.

Chi Cheng strode over, snatched the little jealous one from Wu Suowei’s arms, lifted it in
front of his eyes, and scolded with fierce eyes full of affection, “You’re bothering him
again?!”

Little Jealousy wagged its tail and shook its pointed head—if it could speak, it would
have said: I’m bothering him! I’m bothering him! …

Seeing how unruly Erbao was today, Chi Cheng’s face darkened; the cigarette tip at the
corner of his mouth pointed straight at Little Jealousy’s head.

Snakes hate smoke, and Little Jealousy was no exception.

Soon, Erbao twisted its body and sadly crawled away.

“Seal up all your snake boxes, don’t let it crawl in and eat your snakes.”

Wu Suowei suddenly remembered and hurriedly sealed each box.

The two went outside to find a cool place to sit. Chi Cheng glanced at Wu Suowei.
Having just moved around vigorously, sweat was dripping down Wu Suowei’s front,
soaking his shirt.

“Sweating so much?” Chi Cheng’s hand brushed Wu Suowei’s cheek.

Wu Suowei instinctively dodged and said calmly, “Don’t wipe, the more you wipe, the
more comes.”

Chi Cheng insisted, wiping special spots like the neck, behind the ears, collarbone, and
chest. Wu Suowei anxiously pushed his hands away, but Chi Cheng grabbed both his
hands firmly and his strong lips brushed Wu Suowei’s earlobe.

“Stop being so clingy,” Wu Suowei said sternly. “It’s all sweat, don’t you think it
stinks?”

Chi Cheng’s tongue licked his molars and he whispered, “I like the smell of your sweat.
When you climax, your butt’s all sweaty, you even soak the mattress under the sheets.”
“You…” Wu Suowei gritted his teeth, deliberately trying to disgust Chi Cheng, “Sweat
and urine have the same components, if you want, go drink some urine!”

Chi Cheng didn’t even blink, “If you dare pee in my mouth, I’ll dare to drink it.”

Wu Suowei’s crotch twitched. He stood to leave but was grabbed back, pressed firmly on
the cool bench. Chi Cheng’s “devil’s claw” wandered on his damp skin, and Wu Suowei
quickly calmed down.

The treasure in his pants, long-denied, became more determined under careful touch. The
night wind rustled through branches with soft sounds. Wu Suowei’s heart tightened; he
pressed down Chi Cheng’s hand hard and whispered, “Looks like someone’s here.”

Chi Cheng didn’t care, “Relax, they’re more embarrassed than you.”

Another gust of wind blew, leaves rustled loudly, and Chi Cheng teased, “Someone’s
coming.”

Wu Suowei was on the verge of exploding. Hearing that, he climaxed immediately,

gasping and panting but afraid of being overheard, so he buried his face in Chi Cheng’s
thick shoulder hollow.

After a minute, Wu Suowei lifted his head, took a cigarette from Chi Cheng, and silently
lit it.

“Been a few days since we last met?” Chi Cheng asked.

“About five days,” Wu Suowei answered calmly.

“Today’s the sixth,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei smoked silently, staring at Chi Cheng’s cloth shoes, and said something
unrelated:

“This cigarette really smokes well. The seven-yuan box tastes completely different from
the seventy-yuan box.”

Chi Cheng’s rough hand tangled into Wu Suowei’s short hair, turned his head, and asked,
“Have you sold the snake eggs?”

“No, haven’t agreed on the price yet. The market’s bad this year, prices much lower than
last year.”

Meaning, “Help me out a bit! When I get rich, you’ll benefit too, right?”
Chi Cheng laughed vaguely, “You really know how to play tricks! How could I not know
the market this year?”

Wu Suowei thought to himself, I know you just love playing tricks.

CHAPTER 81
On the way back, Chi Cheng ruffled the hair on Wu Suowei’s head. His already messy
hair was further tousled into a nest-like mess. Wu Suowei turned his head and scolded
Chi Cheng, then irritably scratched his head.

“Time for a haircut,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei nodded. “Once things settle down, I’ll go get a haircut.”

“What style do you want?” Chi Cheng asked casually.

Wu Suowei thought for a moment, had a lot of ideas — maybe a two-part style, maybe
dye it chestnut brown, maybe add some textured layers. All kinds of cool ideas, but
reality was harsh. Chi Cheng had already thought, “Go ahead! No matter how you style
it, I’ll just shave it all off and spoil your vanity!”

The night breeze was quite cool — maybe early autumn was near… Wu Suowei thought,
the hot summer was finally over.

It had been a whole year since the breakup.

A year ago, he was desperately trying to hold on. Now, he was entangled in ambiguous
feelings with her current boyfriend.

This world was crazy!

Just then, Chi Cheng’s phone rang.

Who could it be so late? Surely it was the lonely goddess Yue!

Lonely, vulnerable, begging Chi Cheng to come back and keep her company.

Wu Suowei wasn’t sure if he had gotten used to it, but his tactics had changed. Hearing
Yue’s coquettish voice over the phone still made him want to smash the phone.
Fortunately, Chi Cheng hung up quickly, and Wu Suowei barely managed to keep calm
in that limited time.
This time, before Chi Cheng could say anything, Wu Suowei spoke first.

“Go back quickly.”

It sounded a little insincere, a little forced, but definitely not fake.

Chi Cheng’s gaze was dark and deep. His strong hand grabbed the back of Wu Suowei’s
head, pulling him close. His hard brow pressed against Wu Suowei’s forehead, the smell
of tobacco filled Wu Suowei’s nose.

“Do you really want me to leave?”

Wu Suowei felt like he was no longer himself but the male lead in some drama. He was
so deep in character that his expression was natural, effortless.

“Don’t forget, you still have a batch of snakes locked up with your dad.”

Their eyes met, desire surged beneath the surface, emotions roiled like stormy waves—
hard to describe the taste.

Chi Cheng’s hand hung by Wu Suowei’s side, their arm hairs brushing. With a slight
twist of his wrist, he could easily grab Wu Suowei’s hand, hold on tight like before. He
really wanted to be reckless one more time, let that woman cry under her blanket.

In the end, he restrained himself.

Better to make her cry forever than just once.

Wu Suowei pulled his hand away from Chi Cheng’s, forcing a smile and patted his
shoulder cheerfully, “Go on, if you don’t leave, I can’t shower or change. Got lots to do
tomorrow, need to sleep early.”

Suddenly Chi Cheng wrapped his arm tightly around Wu Suowei’s waist.

Wu Suowei jabbed Chi Cheng hard in the chest with his elbow and shouted, “You’ve got
time to mess around with me, but your old man doesn’t have time for you!”

Then he pushed Chi Cheng away and stormed toward the clinic door, sparks flying off his
shoe soles, fists clenched and cracking. Gritting his teeth fiercely, he thought, Hurry up
and leave, if you don’t, I’m gonna lose my mind!

Chi Cheng really left...

While Wu Suowei was showering, he heard the door open and his heart pounded wildly.
Could it be that he came back? Please don’t come back! That would be all for nothing!
Standing barefoot on the bathroom floor, he nervously listened to the sounds outside.

Before leaving, Chi Cheng glanced at the bathroom. Wu Suowei’s stiff silhouette was
reflected on the door, his distinct features vividly outlining his current expression—
nervous, hopeful, scared, uneasy... As Chi Cheng stepped out the door, his heart felt like
it was being pulled.

In the end, the bathroom door stayed tightly shut, and Wu Suowei’s worst fears didn’t
happen.

Chi Cheng left, leaving a box by the door.

Wu Suowei looked down — a whole box of soft Zhonghua cigarettes, the same kind he’d
just complimented.

He sat down hard on the box, feeling inexplicably frustrated inside.

CHAPTER 82
Chi Cheng didn’t go to find Yue Yue.

Halfway driving, he received a call from Chi Jiali: “Your older sister is back, hurry to the
airport to pick me up!” Chi Cheng turned the car around and went to the airport to pick
up Chi Jiali and two little cubs—one black, one white—and brought them home.

“Come, let grandpa hold you.”

Chi Yuanduan squatted down and picked up both the little black and little white at once,
kissing each one on the left and right cheeks in turn. Zhong Wenyu watched with envy
and anxiety, repeatedly urging Chi Yuanduan:

“Just kiss them twice, your mouth is full of germs.”

Chi Jiali waved her hand dismissively, “Mom, don’t be so particular, kids aren’t that
delicate.”

Little Black’s nickname was Doudou, and Little White’s was Quanquan. Doudou was
thirsty and shouted for water.

“Mom’s busy, go find your uncle,” Chi Jiali pointed at Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng poured a glass of water and handed it to Doudou, “Little black cub, drink up.”
“You don’t call them by their full names?” Chi Jiali was unhappy, always calling him
“little black cub.”

Chi Cheng deliberately said what Chi Jiali didn’t like, “You better watch out and don’t let
this kid run out at night, he’ll definitely get lost!”

“You…”

Zhong Wenyu laughed nearby, “Tomorrow at noon, our family will go out for a meal.
Chi Cheng, invite Yue Yue too, so your sister can get to know her.”

“Yue Yue?” Chi Jiali looked confused, “Who’s that?”

Zhong Wenyu smiled, “Your brother’s girlfriend.”

Chi Jiali snorted, “Finally woke up? Not easy!”

The next day, Chi Cheng took Yue Yue to the meal. After meeting, Yue Yue greeted Chi
Cheng’s parents first, then softly called out to Chi Jiali, “Sister, I’m Yue Yue.”

Chi Jiali smiled coldly and half-heartedly. Compared with Yue Yue’s delicate makeup,
she was bare-faced. Her hair was casually tied up, wearing a plain long dress and a pair
of flat cloth shoes. But every gesture, every frown and smile showed an aura of nobility
that ordinary people couldn’t fake.

Yue Yue squatted down and took two toys from her bag to give to the children.

“These are gifts from auntie!”

Doudou and Quanquan happily accepted the toys, playing with them dearly.

Suddenly Chi Jiali reached out and said to the two children in authentic American
English, “Give the toys to mommy first, we’re about to eat, no touching dirty things
anymore.”

Yue Yue understood the phrase “dirty things.”

During the meal, the family chatted happily. Chi Jiali said little, busy feeding the two
children. Yue Yue often tried to talk to Chi Jiali, but Chi Jiali was cold in response. Yue
Yue helped put dishes on Doudou and Quanquan’s plates, but Chi Jiali didn’t feed the
children with those dishes.

After the meal and returning home, Chi Jiali scolded the elders fiercely.

“I say, mom and dad, are you guys still scared after being bitten by a snake once? My
brother and Wang Shuo’s matter was six years ago, he only went astray once. Do you
have to be this afraid? Just any woman dares to nod? Can you stop degrading your own
son?”

Chi Yuanduan’s face was not good, “We support his dating, but it’s not about marriage
yet. It’s good enough that he found a girlfriend. He’s always stuck in the snake den,
who’d want to be with him?”

“Exactly.” Zhong Wenyu added, “I think that girl is pretty good, her family’s ordinary
but she’s smart and looks nice. There are many good girls from noble families, but your
brother doesn’t fancy them!”

“It’s not about conditions at all!” Chi Jiali was furious, “If she were a simple girl that’d
be fine. But look at that worldly look on her face, it’s like she’s got big words written on
her forehead: ‘I want to climb the social ladder!’”

“Don’t talk nonsense.” Zhong Wenyu glared at Chi Jiali, “You’ve only met her once,
how could you tell?”

Chi Jiali threw out a remark lightly but meaningfully:

“Let’s just wait and see.”

After returning from the banquet, Yue Yue was restless and melancholy. At this time, she
received an anonymous message:

“Stop dreaming your foolish dreams, Chi Cheng’s parents will never let you be their
daughter-in-law.”

Who sent this? Yue Yue felt a chill, her mind flashing to Chi Jiali’s face and the cold
looks and exclusion at the dinner table today. But the tone didn’t seem like Chi Jiali’s.

Just then, another message arrived:

“You don’t even know your place.”

Soon, Yue Yue received a third, fourth, fifth message… all with the same gist: advising
her to wake up early and stop dreaming of marrying into a prestigious family.

Angrily, she called back.

“Who are you? Speak! If you have guts, show yourself. Gossiping behind people’s backs
is no skill. Whether I marry or not is none of your damn business! Are you asking for a
beating or what?!”

Wu Suowei put the phone aside and let it rage, watching an exciting basketball game,
leisurely cracking sunflower seeds, feeling utterly comfortable!
 CHAPTER 83
On Saturday morning, Wu Suowei sold his batch of water rhythm snake eggs at a high
price to a well-known snake breeding base, which Chi Yuanduan had once visited for
inspection. A few days ago, his son also came and spoke very plainly, “Just accept his
snake eggs at this price. I’ll make up the loss for you.”

Would the boss dare to let him cover the difference? He gritted his teeth and agreed
immediately.

“The snake eggs you introduced are definitely worth this price.”

This was the only truthful sentence the boss had said after years of business. The price
Chi Cheng gave was too steep. After a rough calculation, the boss realized it was neither
a loss nor a profit, the most accurate assessment.

Wu Suowei pocketed a bank card with a balance of five hundred thousand, feeling as red
(elated) as a banknote.

Even Jiang Xiaoshuai was envious.

“Having a powerful person around is good; money just blows in like the wind.”

“It’s not as amazing as you say,” Wu Suowei strongly defended himself. “I earned it
through my work.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai snorted, “Yeah, you help him slay demons, so it’s only right he gives
you some benefits.”

Excited, Wu Suowei grabbed paper and pen to tally the accounts.

“The feed arrears from last quarter total sixty-nine thousand, let’s round to seventy
thousand. My junior brother’s management fee is a hundred thousand. How much is that?
One hundred seventy thousand already. Then electricity, rent, right, I still owe my mom
ten thousand…”

Hearing Wu Suowei’s abacus clicking loudly, Jiang Xiaoshuai reminded from the side,
“You should also buy him a gift, right? He’s been so dedicated helping you.”

Wu Suowei hesitated, making reluctant circles on the paper with his pen.

“No need, right? He didn’t spend money, just used his mouth.”
Jiang Xiaoshuai smiled helplessly, “It’s not the first time he’s helped you.”

Wu Suowei frowned deeply, as if making a tough decision.

“Fine, then I’ll take some from the surplus money to buy him a gift.”

Continuing the accounting, one sum after another, quite a lot of money, but after splitting
it up, it was gone. Business is different from getting a salary! Money is needed
everywhere. Wu Suowei subtracted a big investment, looked again — twelve thousand
left, subtracted one hundred thousand, two thousand left for discretionary use.

“Only twenty thousand left as surplus,” Wu Suowei looked up at Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Twenty thousand…” Jiang Xiaoshuai thought a bit, “That’s enough to buy him a
watch.”

“What did you say?” Wu Suowei’s eyes widened fiercely, “Spend all twenty thousand on
a gift? What will I eat and drink for the next two months? What if there’s an emergency
and I have no money on hand?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai lightly cleared his throat, “Why so agitated? Like I’m asking for your
life. I thought twenty thousand was pure surplus, but it’s actually including daily
expenses! First subtract those and see how much is left.”

Wu Suowei bowed his head and calculated hard for a while, finally concluding, “A bit
over five thousand.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai stroked his chin, “With just over five thousand you can’t buy a watch,
anything under ten thousand isn’t presentable. Just buy some clothes then, that’s an
option.”

Spending over five thousand on clothes still hurt Wu Suowei.

“Well… I just remembered, my mom’s birthday is next month. I have to give her two
thousand.”

So only about three thousand was left.

Jiang Xiaoshuai pondered again, “Then just buy a pair of shoes.”

Three thousand on a pair of shoes, Wu Suowei’s forehead was full of “I’m not happy.”

“A few days ago I was too busy, hired three temps, haven’t paid their wages yet.” He
crossed out another thousand.

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “Then just buy a razor.”

“Oh, and I promised to treat you to a meal.”

“Hey? Need a new work uniform too.”

“Ah! I miscalculated one item, it should be 740 but I wrote 470.”

“…”

Jiang Xiaoshuai propped his chin, looking at Wu Suowei, “How much left?”

Wu Suowei poked his head with his finger, “Just over 260. I still need a haircut! How
about I buy him a string of Buddhist beads?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai rubbed his forehead, making Wu Suowei very frustrated.

“Come on, dude, how much stuff has he given you?! You’re seriously going to give him
some street stall goods?”

“I haven’t given him few things either!” Wu Suowei said indignantly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai raised an eyebrow, “What did you give him? Sugar figurines? Two
bucks to boil a pot of sugar syrup that can make over two hundred! Corn from your own
field boiled? Fifty bucks for a big pot of spicy hot pot? Look at what he’s given you!
Forget those old things, just that box of soft Zhonghua cigarettes, 50 packs, over thirty
thousand!”

Wu Suowei’s eyes lit up, “How about I sell one pack of cigarettes to buy him an
ashtray?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai walked over and punched this stingy guy, twisting his neck angrily while
shouting, “I’ll kill you with an ashtray!” Then he took Wu Suowei’s bill.

Each item was clearly written, only the last 100,000 had no stated use.

“What’s that 100,000 for?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei immediately grabbed the bill back, with a protective look.

“That money absolutely can’t be touched, it’s my secret stash.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai held the table, so angry he could barely stand.

“You don’t even have a girlfriend, why keep a secret stash? And you keep ten thousand
secret stash but don’t want to spend a hundred on him? You…”
“Enough!” Wu Suowei couldn’t take Jiang Xiaoshuai’s verbal attack anymore, bit his
teeth, stomped his foot, and fiercely drew his own blood, “I’ll take three hundred from
my secret stash to buy him a belt, how about that?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai: “…”

On the weekend, Yue Yue took Zhong Wenyu shopping.

“Auntie, what do you think of this shawl? I think it suits you.”

Zhong Wenyu tried it on; the style was good, but seeing the price, she put it back.

“More than two thousand for a shawl, too extravagant.”

The two wandered a bit more, Yue Yue suddenly said to Zhong Wenyu, “Auntie, I’m
going to the restroom, wait for me.”

Zhong Wenyu nodded smiling, went to the children’s section to look at clothes, planning
to buy two sets for her grandson.

A few minutes later, Yue Yue returned with a shopping bag.

“Auntie, a gift for you.”

Zhong Wenyu was a little surprised, took the bag and immediately showed a troubled
expression.

“You kid, didn’t I tell you not to?”

Yue Yue pouted, linking arms with Zhong Wenyu, “I just got my paycheck yesterday,
it’s not much, but I can still afford a shawl.”

Zhong Wenyu affectionately patted Yue Yue’s hand.

In the evening, under Yue Yue’s urging, Zhong Wenyu accompanied her to Chi Cheng’s
basement, and the three women ate dinner together. Chi Cheng had planned to go out, but
his mother sat until after ten, only leaving when the driver arrived. Before leaving, she
specifically reminded, “You two rest early.”

Thus, Yue Yue stayed over legitimately.

The chandelier was off, leaving a dim wall lamp, casting a hazy light.

“I’m going to shower,” Yue Yue said softly, close to Chi Cheng’s ear.
Chi Cheng tidied the room a bit and was just straightening up when the bathroom door
suddenly opened.

Dressed in bold lingerie, wrapping a graceful white jade body, nipples showing a shy
color under the thin shirt, straps binding the private parts, just a slight tug would reveal
the alluring buds, hot and enticing.

Chi Cheng’s rough eyes raked over the prostitute before him.

Yue Yue liked this side of him — calm, unhurried, quietly raging like a tiger at some
moment.

Unfortunately, this fierce tiger was too calm today.

Just then, the phone rang.

Yue Yue rolled her eyes inwardly — who calls at a time like this?

Who else? Wu Suowei tossing and turning, keeping others awake?

The phone rang three times and stopped. Yue Yue moved, about to step out, when a text
alert sounded.

A doggerel poem written by Wu Suowei appeared in Chi Cheng’s view.

“You caress jade skin, I caress the wall,

You enter the cave, I’m dry in thought,

One jade pillar holds up the sky,

Lonely white splashes over the bed.”

Chi Cheng’s body shuddered, his heart burning, immediately reaching for a pen, “Bring
me a pen.”

So Yue Yue, in this outfit, awkwardly ran errands.

Chi Cheng lay on the bed, eyes focused on the pen tip, needing to come up with a poem
to reply to this little scoundrel!

Seeing Chi Cheng’s thick brows knit tightly, serious expression, Yue Yue thought he was
doing something important, dared not disturb him. She waited quietly for the master to
finish his work before he could indulge her.

Half an hour passed.

Then the rough fingers lightly tapped out four lines.

“A beautiful fox arches on the bed,

Seven poses and splits sing lewd,

Alas dull without flavor,

Two big balls itch the heart.”

CHAPTER 84
Wu Suowei received the poem and immediately slammed his fist onto the bedsheet,
cursing, “Damn! Damn! Damn! No matter what you say, you always have to mention
those two big balls. Are my balls big? Where are they big?!” Wu Suowei reached into the
blanket to measure himself, feeling dissatisfied — not big at all, nowhere near as big as
your donkey’s shaft!

Then, angrily, his fingers stabbed the keyboard.

Chi Cheng put down his phone and tidied up his paper and pen.

Yue Yue’s heart leapt with joy — finally he finished. Just as she was about to cozy up to
him, the text alert sounded again.

“How can you talk about balls without mentioning the shaft?
The tender past floats before my eyes,
You push and pull the shaft and stroke the shaft,
I grind you and stroke the balls and beat the balls.”

Chi Cheng’s heart boiled with heat, his soul almost stolen by Wu Suowei. He spread out
his paper and pen again, ready to fight fiercely.

Yue Yue never imagined that Chi Cheng was actually flirting wildly while writing so
feverishly. What she didn’t expect was how steadily he lay there, while the thing
downstairs was already stirring — not because of her sexy and sultry self, but because of
those lines.

After another twenty-some minutes, a sly smile appeared on Chi Cheng’s lips.

“I was calm and peaceful at first,

One lewd phrase threw me into chaos,
Wild desire swept through my buttocks’ seam,
Raging forward, don’t think of stopping.”

Wu Suowei was almost falling asleep waiting, but upon hearing the text alert, he picked
up his phone and immediately perked up. He howled three times toward the sky, full of
heroic spirit and high morale.

Yue Yue saw Chi Cheng get off the bed, her lazy nerves instantly awakened. She shot
him a hot, burning glance, but failed to lure him. Instead, the little jealous one fussing
around made Chi Cheng put down his pen temporarily to rescue it first.

Because Zhong Wenyu was afraid of snakes, Chi Cheng had temporarily locked the little
jealous one in a glass box. At that moment, his creativity had been flowing, so he hadn’t
attended to the two little treasures. Now, taking advantage of Wu Suowei’s creative
pause, he hurried to comfort his son.

Seeing Chi Cheng carry out the little jealous one, Yue Yue’s heart sank halfway.

When the text alert sounded again, Yue Yue felt completely chilled.

That whole night, she had no idea how she got through it.

Chi Cheng tirelessly wrote poems to flirt, the little jealous one clung to his back, casting
cold glances at Yue Yue. Yue Yue’s dislike of the little jealous one grew even stronger. If
not for this irritating cold-blooded creature, she could have snuggled next to Chi Cheng,
taken his paper and pen, and coaxed him to rest early. But now, any movement from her
drew a vigilant glare from the little jealous one, forbidding any crossing of boundaries.

The following days, Yue Yue spent in anxiety and unrest.

The stranger’s anonymous messages that had sent her harassment from time to time
continued, each filled with taunts that Yue Yue was clueless, trying to catch a big fish
with an insufficient rod, and warnings to beware of falling into a ditch.

The more she tried to convince herself otherwise, the harder it was to stop thinking about
it — she simply had no sense of security. She couldn’t count on Chi Cheng, who now
didn’t even touch her. Chi Jiali obviously disliked her, so there was no point in pushing
against a brick wall. The only person she could now rely on was Chi Cheng’s mother.

So, Yue Yue adjusted her strategy.

She stopped clinging to Chi Cheng and shifted her focus to the future mother-in-law.

Coincidentally, just a few days after Yue Yue received the anonymous texts, Zhong
Wenyu also received one.
“Keep your son in line. Don’t let him bother me anymore; I’m a normal man.”

Zhong Wenyu didn’t sleep all night.

The next day, Yue Yue’s call came through, making Zhong Wenyu’s heart tremble a
little. After meeting, seeing Yue Yue still smiling brightly and full of energy, Zhong
Wenyu finally felt a bit at ease.

In the days that followed, Yue Yue’s company gave Zhong Wenyu great emotional
comfort.

And the approval and affection that Zhong Wenyu conveyed in her words finally eased
Yue Yue’s anxious heart.

The two women seemed to have grasped at each other as a life-saving straw,
understanding and sympathizing with each other.

CHAPTER 85
A familiar snake farm—Wu Suowei’s alma mater—was visited again, but everything had
changed. All the snake enclosures were empty, and a nauseating stench drifted through
the air. Snake boxes were piled haphazardly in a corner, stained and grimy. Boss Wang,
wearing a singlet, squatted by a tree root, smoking quietly, while his bedraggled wife
stood at the door, pointing at him and shouting curses.

In just three months, the once-famous Wang’s Snake Farm had become a joke in the
industry.

First, the business license was revoked due to illegal operations. Then, after colluding
with enforcement officers, Wang was detained. To pay huge fines, they had to sell off the
property they had purchased with illicit money. Old friends turned into strangers,
competitors took advantage of their downfall, debt collectors came in waves, and cheated
apprentices took revenge whenever possible… The Wang couple’s life had sunk below
that of animals.

It was rare to see someone like Wu Suowei walk in wearing a suit and smiling.

“Here to laugh at me?” Boss Wang’s eyes glinted darkly.

Wu Suowei kept smiling, “What nonsense are you talking about? I’m here bringing you
something.”
Top-grade Xinyang Maojian tea and a collector’s edition Wuliangye—Wu Suowei didn’t
hesitate to spend on his “mentor” who had enlightened him.

Boss Wang glanced once and turned his face away coldly.

“Take it. I don’t deserve such a gift.”

“Who doesn’t deserve it, you do,” Wu Suowei insisted, pressing the gift into Wang’s
hand with a warm smile. “Without you, I wouldn’t have the fifty-plus thousand in my
account or the batch of high-quality snakes about to hit the market. My smooth capital
accumulation all depends on your strong support. This is a small token of my
appreciation—please accept it.”

Wang’s lips twitched, his face twisted in fury.

“Kid, be merciful when mercy’s due. You’ve got a long road ahead—you might not make
much of it.”

Wu Suowei looked at him calmly, “Yeah, I’m not even thirty yet; my road is long and
uncertain. But I do know your road ends right here.”

Wang’s face darkened suddenly, and he swung a fist at Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei caught Wang’s wrist with one hand, twisted his neck tendons fiercely, eyes
sharp as knives. “I can’t beat Chi Cheng, but I’m not scared of an old fossil like you.”

In a caring tone, “Old arms and legs—don’t strain yourself.”

Wang spat harshly, shouting, “Kill me if you want! I, Wang Zhongxiang, fear nothing
now. If you have the guts, tear down these few rooms!”

“You’ve got the wrong idea,” Wu Suowei said leisurely. “Remember when I bought
2,000 inferior snake seedlings from you? You told me: ‘When you get rich, don’t forget
me.’ I’m not rich yet, but compared to back then, my situation’s way better. One
shouldn’t forget their roots; a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring. That’s why
I’m here.”

Wang’s face stiffened like a lifeless iron plate.

“I came to thank you. To thank you for teaching me a lesson.”

“In business, you’ve got to be tough on people you know.”

Saying that, Wu Suowei forced the gift into the stunned Wang’s hands, then turned and
walked away lightly and confidently.
…

That night, Wu Suowei was alone in the clinic. After showering, he changed into the
white tank top with a hole, and worn, threadbare boxer shorts, then curled up in his chair
watching Crayon Shin-chan.

Familiar footsteps came from the door.

Wu Suowei’s dark eyes widened. He quickly opened a drawer, tossed Crayon Shin-chan
inside, and pulled out a copy of Pride and Prejudice. Then he rushed to the wardrobe,
hurriedly swapping boxer shorts and pajamas.

In truth, Chi Cheng had been standing by the window watching for quite a while, having
taken in Wu Suowei’s quirky dressing habits, juvenile reading taste, and sly smile.

By now, it was too late to salvage any image.

CHAPTER 86
Chi Cheng deliberately slowed his footsteps. Rather than barging in and catching
someone in an embarrassing state, he preferred to give him some time to get ready, to see
how he would try to put on a show.

He found the bathrobe and quickly wrapped it around himself.

First, Chi Cheng grabbed a glass of water in the clinic and gulped it down. Wu Suowei
adjusted his clothes, calmed his breathing, then strolled to the bedroom door, leaning
against the frame with interest, staring at Chi Cheng.

“What wind blew you here?”

Chi Cheng guessed right. A moment ago, the guy was sitting in a chair picking his toes;
the next, hands in pockets, looking neat and put-together. The bathrobe was loosely tied,
the neckline wide open, barely revealing a blurred glimpse of his chest. His legs were
crossed, one foot tiptoeing as if just a little music would make him dance.

Chi Cheng realized every cell in Wu Suowei’s body could bring him endless amusement.

Wu Suowei pressed one hand against Chi Cheng’s chest, his gaze sharp.

“I’m talking to you, didn’t you hear? What wind blew you here?”

Implying: How the hell do you even think to come here?

Chi Cheng showed a ruggedly masculine smile. “Lewd wind.”

He raised his chin. “Mind your words, this is a civilized place.”

“Civilized…” Chi Cheng tasted the word with interest, then, with his chin held high like
a vice squeezing his raised jaw, his browbone pressing against his hard forehead, he
whispered, “How does a civilized place give birth to a little slut like you?”

“Who are you calling slut?” Wu Suowei bared his teeth.

His little tiger teeth showed. “You don’t even know yourself?”

The next second, he was hoisted up by a pair of large hands, dangling upside down in
mid-air. The hem of the bathrobe flopped over his face, exposing two long, straight legs.
His underwear wrapped his buttocks tightly, looking like part of his flesh—no half-
revealing, no teasing, just perfectly snug, making one’s eyes burn.

“Chi Baldy! Put me down, I’ll count to three…”

“Count to three hundred if you want, I’m too busy digging out my precious balls.”

Wu Suowei struggled and screamed, twisting his waist against Chi Cheng’s body.

“Make up a poem on the spot, and I’ll put you down.”

Red-faced and puffing, “I can’t write poems.”

Chi Cheng rubbed his palms over the two precious balls. “You’re so eloquent behind my
back, why can’t you do it in front of me?”

Wu Suowei snorted, out of breath, his chest burning.

“Put me down, I’ll give you something.”

“No joke, I sold snake eggs and splurged on a gift for you.”

After a moment’s silence, Chi Cheng finally put Wu Suowei down.

Wu Suowei fixed his hair and grumbled his way to the wardrobe, pulling out an exquisite
box. He opened it in front of Chi Cheng, inside was a leather belt.

“Here, bought it for you.”

Chi Cheng weighed it in his hand, smirking at Wu Suowei.

“You think you can fool me with this junk?”

Wu Suowei immediately darkened, reaching to snatch it back.

“Don’t want it then, I’ll keep it for myself.” Pretending to grab it.

Chi Cheng stopped him, his gaze daring. “Why don’t you make one yourself?”

“What would I use to make it?” Wu Suowei snapped.

Chi Cheng casually said, “You shed so much snake skin, making a leather belt should be
easy, right?”

The words hit Wu Suowei like a revelation. He pounded his chest and stomped his feet.

“If you’d said so earlier, I wouldn’t have wasted money.” Even now, he regretted
spending over 300 yuan.

Actually, Chi Cheng liked it a lot. The belt was pretty plain, but because it was from Wu
Suowei, it felt like being cared for.

Chi Cheng peeled off the outer wrapping, shook out the coiled belt, folded it in half in his
palm, and lightly flicked Wu Suowei’s butt with it.

Wu Suowei covered his butt, baring teeth to scold, “Why are you hitting me?”

“Testing if it works.” Flicked it a couple more times on his palm.

Wu Suowei was annoyed. “I gave you a belt, not a spanking tool!”

“This can be dual-purpose. When your big butt itches, I’ll give it a few flicks to cheer
you up.” He smirked mischievously.

Wu Suowei cursed him silently, turned to tidy the wardrobe, but was suddenly pulled
back by Chi Cheng.

“Put it on for me,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei stiffened his neck. “Don’t you have hands?”

“My hands aren’t as good as yours.” He shoved the belt into Wu Suowei’s palm.

Wu Suowei hesitated a moment but still took the belt end, threading it through the first
belt loop, then the second, the middle one, the second last, and the last… wrapped it
around his waist, found the innermost hole, and fastened it tightly. Done!

Chi Cheng pressed his hand on the belt, his low voice whispered by Wu Suowei’s ear:
“I’m not leaving tonight.”

Wu Suowei, knowingly playing along, asked, “Why?”

“You’ve already tied me up, how could I leave you?”

CHAPTER 87
If you talk about being clever, it has to be Wu Suowei. He definitely wouldn’t chase the
little jealous one under the bed; he directly fed him a dozen big fat birds. The little
jealous one’s belly was almost about to burst, his dull eyes staring at the two people on
the bed, too lazy to move even a bit.

“I’m pissed, stop squeezing!” Wu Suowei irritably pushed Chi Cheng.

It was originally just a single bed, and with Chi Cheng’s burly body, it was a wonder the
two could even lie down together. As soon as Chi Cheng got on the bed, he shoved Wu
Suowei inside; Wu Suowei’s face was pressed against the wall—how could he not be
pissed?

“Stop squeezing, okay?” he yelled again.

Could Chi Cheng be intimidated by this shout? He continued to squeeze this human meat
pie. Wu Suowei, unable to bear it anymore, finally rolled over and lay on top of Chi
Cheng. You read that right—lying on, not lying prone. The back of his head rested on
Chi Cheng’s face, his messy hair deliberately scraping and brushing across Chi Cheng’s
face. One might think this was to vent frustration, but in fact, he was secretly enjoying it.

The ordinary smell of shampoo smelled quite pleasant; Chi Cheng buried his face in Wu
Suowei’s hair. Wu Suowei stiffened noticeably—he was still waiting for Chi Cheng to
kick him off, but unexpectedly, two arms circled around him.

“Da Bao.” Chi Cheng said softly.

Wu Suowei’s throat was dry as he gave a low hum.

“I’m going on a business trip with the boss tomorrow; probably won’t be back for four or
five days.”

Wu Suowei didn’t feel much—go if you want, he thought. If you leave, I can have some
peace for a few days and do something serious.

Chi Cheng then said, “Yue Yue is coming with me too.”

Hearing this, Wu Suowei stiffened obviously. Though he had been mentally prepared and
even guessed this would happen, hearing it from Chi Cheng’s mouth suddenly made it
taste different.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, “Good, just treat it like a vacation.”

Wu Suowei guessed right—after that text message was sent, Chi Cheng’s love life
became Zhong Wenyu’s worry. She first found Chi Cheng’s boss, asked about recent
arrangements, and specially applied for a business trip opportunity for her son, which was
basically a disguised vacation. Later she found Chi Cheng again, desperately begging him
to take Yue Yue along. Chi Cheng refused, and Zhong Wenyu cried and fussed.

In fact, Chi Cheng knew the business trip was deliberately arranged and knew what
Zhong Wenyu was worried about. But he never expected there was another instigator
behind the scenes—now lying in his arms, sulking with himself.

“Da Bao.” Chi Cheng called once more.

Wu Suowei rolled off Chi Cheng and lay back on the bed. This time, no matter how
much Chi Cheng squeezed him, he didn’t make a sound, stuck to the wall like a lazy
gourd.

Chi Cheng knows how to flirt, tease, threaten, force... he’s skilled in everything except
one thing—coaxing. He has never coaxed anyone in his life, never apologized, doesn’t
know how to soften his tone.

But someone just happens to poke his weak spot.

Wu Suowei’s face was pinched long and tight; a low voice came from behind.

“Are you angry?”

With a black face, furrowed brows, pursed lips, and rolling eyes, he shamelessly replied,
“I’m good!!”

Then he asked, “Then why don’t you look at me?”

Wu Suowei opened his mouth, wishing he could gnaw off a piece of the wall.

“Too lazy to look at you! Don’t like you!”

After saying that, he flipped over like a pancake. The bathrobe twisted into several bends,
leaving only a strap tied at the waist, chest wide open. Chi Cheng’s gaze burned that area;
his large hand caressed it—both had chest muscles, but Chi Cheng’s was strong and
solid, Wu Suowei’s was flexible and elastic, feeling extremely good to the touch.
“Don’t give me that crap.” Wu Suowei forced Chi Cheng’s wrist away.

Chi Cheng bit a thin slice of Wu Suowei’s lip and hummed, “You eat that set, why can’t
I?”

Wu Suowei’s heavy breathing all poured into Chi Cheng’s mouth.

“Chi Cheng, you seriously disgust me!”

Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei’s two wrists and raised them above his head. His tongue
slid from the collarbone to the armpit, wetting the armpit hair, biting it indecently with
his teeth, his tongue tip invading the pores to ravage. Wu Suowei raised his neck, the
unbearable gasps mixed with chaotic curses, lingering around the ears seductively.

“Not a single piece of flesh on your whole body isn’t sexy.” Chi Cheng’s comment.

Wu Suowei’s handsome face flushed bright red. He was about to argue but his mouth was
blocked.

Maybe due to a serious lack of “love” recently, that night Wu Suowei was played and
climaxed multiple times; by bedtime, the corners of his eyes were wet. Chi Cheng knew
he still had anger inside and gently rubbed his forehead, saying, “Anyone can be angry
with me, but not you.”

Wu Suowei drowsily retorted, “Why?”

After a long silence, Chi Cheng spoke.

“Because only when you’re angry, do I get anxious. I promised you, I’ll definitely do it.”

Unfortunately, when Chi Cheng said this, Wu Suowei was already asleep.

Long time no see, sharing the same bed, holding each other to sleep.

The little jealous one had watched the all-night restricted performance, by now digested
most of it, wagged his tail, slipped off the nightstand, found a crack to crawl into, pressed
his pointed head against Wu Suowei’s forehead, and silently closed his eyes.

CHAPTER 88
What does "saying one thing but meaning another" mean? It means shouting last night,
"I’m disgusted with you! Get lost!" but the next morning, the one who got yelled at
wakes up to find his lifeline tightly held. In ancient times there was a saying about cutting
the sleeve in parting—Emperor Ai woke to see Dong Xian pressing on his sleeve, and to
avoid waking him, he cut off the sleeve as a sign of affection.

But the problem is, Chi Cheng was being held by his lifeline! No matter how much he
loved that big iron head, he couldn’t just cut off the lifeline, right?

So, with determination, he pulled it out.

And "pulled" is not an exaggeration; when Chi Cheng looked back, the guy’s hand was
full of hair.

……

Wu Suowei didn’t get up until late morning, by which time the plane had already landed
in another province. He sluggishly sat up, dragged his soft steps to the bathroom. While
brushing his teeth, he regretted not reminding the little jealous one last night to take good
care of big brother! Had he put his heart and soul into it! Made her so angry she was
grinding her teeth, wishing she could wipe you out in no time. Big brother’s effort hadn’t
been in vain!

All morning, Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes kept circling around Wu Suowei—not because he
deliberately wanted to stare, but because Wu Suowei’s abnormal behavior was so
interesting. Every minute he ground his teeth, every three minutes puffed his cheeks,
every five minutes sighed, and every ten minutes started the grinding again...

“Cough cough…” Jiang Xiaoshuai gestured exaggeratedly beside him.

Wu Suowei looked at him as if just waking from a dream and asked, “What’s up?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai gossipingly said, “Did he come here last night?”

“How do you know?”

A mischievous smile, “Go take a look at how many tissues are in the trash can in the
inner room.”

Wu Suowei’s face flushed awkwardly as he lowered his head and twirled a pen.

“How’s progress?” Jiang Xiaoshuai inquired.

Wu Suowei, pretending to be relaxed, said, “Going well, the two went on a vacation out
of town.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai patted Wu Suowei’s belly with the back of his hand, “Feeling
frustrated?”
“What frustration?” Wu Suowei immediately put on a bitter-yet-amused look. “Things
are going the way I want them to. I guess this business trip was deliberately arranged.
That bitch saw the text I sent, she can’t stay calm, she probably wishes she could get the
wife married right away so her son doesn’t go astray.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly remembered something.

“That day I went out to get medicine, I seemed to see Yue Yue and a middle-aged woman
shopping, don’t know if she’s the Chi mother you mentioned, but she really has the air of
a leader’s wife.”

“That should be her for sure.” Wu Suowei squinted his eyes. “Looks like my tactic
worked well, a two-pronged approach. Stimulate Yue Yue on one side, stimulate Chi
Cheng’s mom on the other; both women have their concerns, their relationship will
definitely get closer. That way, Chi Cheng’s mom will inevitably have the illusion that
Yue Yue is a prospective daughter-in-law, and once Yue Yue is confident, she will
definitely make a move against the little jealous one.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai cautiously asked, “Are you sure?”

“I know her too well.” Wu Suowei snorted coldly. “Once she tastes sweetness, she
immediately becomes reckless and lets her guard down.”

“Will she make a move now?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked again.

Wu Suowei’s gaze was very certain, “No! She’s not that stupid. They’ll be alone on
vacation, if something happens to the little jealous one, Chi Cheng will suspect her first.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai found it more and more interesting.

“So, this vacation is a good opportunity to intensify conflicts?”

Mentioning this, Wu Suowei’s expression was complicated.

“Definitely. Normally you might not notice, but once there’s a chance for romantic alone
time, every move of the little jealous one will cause Yue Yue extreme hatred. This is a
brewing conflict; the longer it brews, the more mature it becomes, the faster it explodes,
and the closer her ‘doomsday’.”

“So…” Jiang Xiaoshuai deliberately paused, “you want them to fully enjoy this vacation
and come back as late as possible, right?”

Right in the heart!

Wu Suowei waved his big hand, “I’m going out to check the market, the snakes are about
to be sold, I’m entering my second spring of life.” He stepped out steadily, figure
majestic, back handsome.

Within less than a hundred meters, the grievance in his chest could no longer be
contained and exploded instantly.

“Chi Cheng, you’re a damn beast!”

CHAPTER 89
Chi Cheng had just walked out of the airport when he received a call from Gangzi.

“The snakes have been found.”

Chi Cheng remained expressionless as he got into the car with the leader and quietly
asked, “Where were they found?”

“The military district.”

Two brief words, followed by a long silence.

Chi Cheng had considered this possibility before, because his second uncle served in the
military, and the military had a snake farm where snakes were free-range and guarded, so
the chance of discovery was very low. But his father and second uncle had been secretly
competing for many years; his second uncle had no sons and always looked at Chi Cheng
with envy, hoping he would fail. So asking his second uncle for help was basically
putting a poop bucket on his own head, admitting Chi Cheng was irresponsible and his
father a bad parent.

But this time, Chi Yuanduan really went all out, willing to lose face just to bring Chi
Cheng under control.

“How did you find out?” Chi Cheng asked.

Gangzi said, “Today I went to the trading market and saw a vendor whose glass box held
very special baby snakes. He saw I was interested in buying, so he whispered that these
snakes were very valuable, all smuggled out from the military. My first thought was your
batch of snakes had laid eggs, and the military guards took some eggs to sell to the
vendor.”

“Alright, got it,” Chi Cheng said.

Gangzi said, “Then we…”

Chi Cheng habitually hung up the phone.

Leaning back in his seat, closing his eyes to think, he knew that getting such a large batch
of snakes out of the military intact would not be easy. Now that Chi Yuanduan knew the
truth, that batch of snakes was doomed, so before he came up with a foolproof plan, he
had to play along with Chi Yuanduan as much as possible, trying to reduce his suspicion
and create favorable conditions for his move.

……

Gangzi just left the trading market when Wu Suowei arrived.

He entered a greenhouse, wandered around, and pointed at a jade python, asking,

“What’s the price this year?”

The boss held up two fingers, “Won’t sell for less than this.”

“So expensive?” Wu Suowei pursed his lips, “There’s one nearby selling for 150.”

The boss glared, “Definitely a different weight! Young man, you weigh it. This snake is
over three jin. Go to any market, the price I give you is the best deal.”

Wu Suowei smiled and walked forward.

“Young man, do you want a meat snake or a pet snake? For pet snakes, come here,
they’re beautiful.”

Wu Suowei quickly scanned and saw a green tree python, but its brightness was far less
than the little jealous one. Although colorblind, Wu Suowei could still distinguish the
snake skin’s glossiness and brightness. Purebred green tree pythons like the little jealous
one were very rare in this region.

After walking some more, several glass boxes caught Wu Suowei’s attention.

Having seen cheap and mixed breeds, these boxes of baby snakes immediately brightened
his eyes. Due to his profession, Wu Suowei often browsed snake info online; he could
recognize most of these precious snake breeds. Seeing so many and a simply dressed
vendor made him surprised—where did this guy get so many precious snakes?

“You look like an expert. Feel free to pick any baby snake here, if there’s a worthless
one, kick me out.”

Wu Suowei picked up a non-venomous snake, examined it carefully, then glanced at the

vendor.
“Where did you get all these snakes?”

The vendor smiled mysteriously, “Don’t worry about it, I definitely won’t lie to you.”

“Then I’m not daring to buy.” Wu Suowei put the snake back. “If they’re wild, they
won’t survive in captivity; that’d be a waste of money.”

“Just trust me, they’re definitely bred!” The vendor swore.

Wu Suowei narrowed his eyes, skeptical, “Bred? Who can raise so many precious snakes
together? Must be smuggled!”

The vendor looked conflicted. “Young man, are you really going to buy?”

“I was planning to, but you’re so evasive I don’t feel confident. Forget it.” He turned to
leave.

The vendor called after him, “Wait a moment.”

Wu Suowei stopped, showing a slight, barely noticeable smile.

“You’re forcing me to tell the truth!”

“What forcing you?” Wu Suowei argued, “If you go buy something and the source is
unknown, would you buy it? Especially animals, not goods—if they carry viruses, it’s
dangerous!”

The vendor sighed helplessly, “Alright, come here.”

Wu Suowei stepped closer.

The vendor repeated to Wu Suowei what he had told Gangzi.

……

Back at the clinic, Wu Suowei excitedly told Jiang Xiaoshuai about it.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was surprised, “You mean, there’s a lead on that batch of snakes?”

He nodded vigorously.

“So all the previous efforts were for nothing?” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Wu Suowei frowned, “Why?”

“Why don’t you just call Chi Cheng now, tell him, and let him figure out how to get the
snakes? He’s been using Yue Yue to persuade his father about the snakes. Now that he’s
found the snakes himself, Yue Yue has no use; a breakup is inevitable. Isn’t your goal
achieved?”

Wu Suowei’s face turned somewhat odd.

“This can’t be done like that.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai played with a pill in his palm and asked deliberately.

“What do you want to do?”

After deep thought, Wu Suowei quietly said, “If I tell him the truth, he’ll try to get the
snakes out, and then the conflict with his father will escalate. That batch of snakes might
be targeted again. I think I should secretly help him, so the snakes get out, and the blame
shifts to his father, eliminating future trouble.”

The pill in Jiang Xiaoshuai’s hand suddenly flew and hit Wu Suowei’s forehead.

“Be honest, do you want them to break up or do you want to be with him?”

Wu Suowei’s heart skipped a beat; his excellent acting could not allow hesitation.

“Obviously, I want them to break up!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai retorted, “Then why bother with the snakes? Worrying about others’
problems and eliminating trouble for them—what does it have to do with you?”

Wu Suowei straightened his back and argued, “Isn’t it for doing good deeds? I’ve been
scheming against him all along, now I finally have a chance to make up for it, can’t just
ignore it.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai dropped the topic for now and asked the key question.

“Is Yue Yue’s plan still going on?”

Wu Suowei raised an eyebrow, speaking ambiguously.

“Why wouldn’t it? If they’re really breaking up, that girl will definitely plead with Chi
Cheng’s mother. Chi Cheng must hate her deeply to cut off her last hope!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai seriously suspected Wu Suowei had already switched rivals in his heart.

“Let’s be practical,” Jiang Xiaoshuai knocked on the table. “You’re just common folk,
you don’t even know a soldier, how can you get snakes out from the military district?”
Wu Suowei beckoned Jiang Xiaoshuai over.

“If they can get out so many baby snakes, how come they can’t get out one snake?”

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoshuai had some ideas.

So, the two started secret planning.

……

Chi Cheng and Yue Yue took different flights. After arriving at the destination, Yue Yue
was arranged to check into the hotel, while Chi Cheng accompanied the leader to do
some formalities and then met Yue Yue.

After dinner, the two strolled on the street.

“Your mom said that after a while both parents will meet to settle our business.”

Chi Cheng had a cigarette in his mouth; his stern brow gleamed coldly.

“We’ll talk when we get back.”

He flicked the cigarette butt and turned back to the hotel.

Lying in a comfortable massage bathtub, enjoying the smooth touch of fragrant lotion on
his skin, imagining a night just for the two of them, free from the little jealous one’s
trouble—how romantic and intoxicating it would be.

“Chi Cheng, bring me my nightgown.” She called out.

No answer. Yue Yue’s peach blossom eyes glowed with a dreamy light. She got out of
the bathtub, wrapped a towel around herself, revealing half a delicate breast and a bit of
long leg, and sashayed out with a sexy sway of her hips.

“Chi Cheng, didn’t you hear…”

Before she finished, Yue Yue froze.

Chi Cheng was looking down at and touching the little troublemaker on a heavy
mission—the second treasure—the jealous master!

“Didn’t it come with you?”

“Checked in separately, pets can’t go in the cabin, just got it back.”

He kissed the jealous one’s little pointed snout, openly showing affection and
consolation.

Yue Yue’s anger blazed, unbearable, but to keep up appearances and not reveal her
disgust of snakes, she held back her emotions and turned back to the bathroom.

CHAPTER 90
After staying for three days, Yue Yue and Little Vinegar Ball had completely become
enemies.

During the day, Chi Cheng used the excuse of accompanying leadership work to take
Little Vinegar Ball around sightseeing. At night, once they returned, he never let it out of
his sight—it ate, drank, defecated, and even bathed while hanging on his neck. What Yue
Yue couldn’t stand the most was, every time she wanted to get intimate with Chi Cheng,
Little Vinegar Ball would roll around the bed acting spoiled, clearly causing trouble.
Once it finished its antics, Yue Yue’s mood was already gone.

That night, she again fell asleep in irritation.

In the middle of the night, thunder and lightning struck—a loud crack of thunder smashed
right down toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, waking Yue Yue instantly.

The room flickered between light and dark. Yue Yue felt something heavy on her legs
and thought the blanket was pressing down, so she sat up to adjust it. But then, a bolt of
lightning split across the sky, illuminating the room like daylight. A blinding green light
entered Yue Yue’s vision. Little Vinegar Ball was coiled atop her blanket, its pupils
glowing with a chilling light. Its tongue flicked in and out with a hissing sound, its body
twisting and slithering toward Yue Yue.

“Ah——!!”

Almost instinctively, Yue Yue screamed, and reflexively flung the blanket, along with
Little Vinegar Ball, to the floor. Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, her lips quivered,
and cold sweat drenched her instantly.

Chi Cheng woke up, his cold gaze locking onto Yue Yue.

There was no concern, no sympathy, not even a basic word of comfort—he just stared at
her directly.

Terrified to her core, hands and feet ice-cold, Yue Yue didn’t even dare to cry in front of
Chi Cheng.
She could only explain, “There was thunder just now… it was terrifying.”

As soon as she finished speaking, another clap of thunder exploded.

She took the opportunity to scream twice, to prove that what she said was true.

Little Vinegar Ball crawled back onto the bed, curled up into a ball, looking aggrieved.
Chi Cheng gently cradled Little Vinegar Ball in his arms and carefully checked if it was
injured. Once he confirmed it was fine, he tucked it back under the blanket, got up, and
walked out.

Now only Yue Yue and Little Vinegar Ball were left staring at each other.

Just a moment ago, Little Vinegar Ball had looked completely lethargic, but it suddenly
perked up, its eyes like black holes swallowing all the warmth in the room. Yue Yue
realized that Little Vinegar Ball didn’t seem like a normal animal at all—it seemed
almost sentient. It could read her mind, torment her consciousness, and constantly
challenge her limits of tolerance.

She was filled with extreme fear.

Chi Cheng walked to another bedroom in the suite, leaned against the headboard, and
smoked a cigarette.

His heart felt hollow.

It had been a long time since he cared about someone at home while out traveling.

He carried "Da Bao" with him—a rather large bottle, which looked so small once in Chi
Cheng’s palm. The label had been rubbed so many times by his rough fingertips that the
text had blurred; some areas had even been worn off completely, leaving a smooth,
glowing warmth.

Like Wu Suowei’s shiny bald head, reflecting sunlight, melting last winter’s snow.

The image of Wu Suowei pulling his pants so tight they cut into his balls still brought Chi
Cheng endless aftertaste.

He unbuckled his belt, folded it in half, and whipped it loosely against the bedsheet, as if
lashing Wu Suowei’s butt. Tormenting him, hurting him, watching him cry, hearing him
moan. Fantasizing about Wu Suowei obediently lying beneath him, servicing the proud
object at his lips; fantasizing about him swaying his waist, begging for Chi Cheng’s
relentless thrusting; fantasizing about him straddling his body, screaming wildly during
rough penetration, convulsing in lewd spasms…

At 2:30 a.m., Wu Suowei’s phone rang.

He fumbled around for half a minute before finding the phone kicked to the foot of the
bed. He answered without even looking.

“I really want to kill you.”

Being woken by a call in the middle of the night only to be cursed at—how could Wu
Suowei not be pissed?

“I damn well want to beat you up!”

He angrily hung up and went back to sleep.

Two minutes later, Wu Suowei’s head emerged from under the blanket, eyes filled with
inexplicable panic.

Could his identity have been exposed?

Wu Suowei suddenly thought of something—by creating private moments for Chi Cheng
and Yue Yue, he was unknowingly increasing the risk of his own identity being revealed.
If Yue Yue and Chi Cheng accidentally talked about him and exposed that he was her ex,
Chi Cheng would definitely come after him first. Just like that call just now—was it a
warning...?

He quickly dialed back.

“Why do you want to kill me?”

A calm voice responded, “You’re a walking disaster.”

Wu Suowei’s mind was a mess. “How did I mess with you?”

“You still don’t know in your heart?”

Hearing that, Wu Suowei’s palms turned cold.

A moment later, the other side’s breathing grew heavier. Wu Suowei pictured a sinister
and terrifying face in his mind, eyes stabbed with two knives—bloodshot, twisted, brutal,
bloodthirsty.

He blurted out, “Spare me.”

But those four words, in Chi the Pervert’s ears, had an entirely different flavor. The thing
between his legs stirred instantly, and his voice grew even lower and raspier, filled with
intense dominance.

“You’re so bad. How can I let you off that easily?”

“What are you going to do to me?”

The other side bit down on a cigarette, holding a "gun" in hand, burning with lust.

“What do you think?”

On this side, Wu Suowei’s face was deadpan, clutching the bedsheet, his breathing
erratic.

“I don’t know.”

What’s called a match made in heaven? This is it. One terrified, the other excited, yet
their opposite states melded together seamlessly.

A low growl came through. Wu Suowei shuddered violently. Damn, he's even growling
now! I'm totally screwed!

As he was thinking that, the other side suddenly asked:

“Did you come?”

Wu Suowei froze. “What did you say?”

“You were so into it just now, now you're playing dumb?”

Wu Suowei, “……”

“Didn’t a few dirty words from me make your jerking even better?”

Wu Suowei, “……”

“Miss me yet?”

Wu Suowei threw his phone onto the bed. Damn it, I want to chop you up!!!!!

Yue Yue noticed Chi Cheng hadn’t returned for a long time and wanted to go check. As
soon as she got out of bed, Little Vinegar Ball lifted its head. With Chi Cheng out of the
room, Yue Yue didn’t bother hiding her fear. She slowly inched her feet, eyes locked on
Little Vinegar Ball, afraid it would suddenly attack.

Little Vinegar Ball remained still, behaving quite obediently.

Yue Yue felt reassured and gradually edged toward the door.
Suddenly, a hissing sound came from behind. Yue Yue’s steps halted, her spine chilled.
Something squirmed up her ankle, slithering up toward her neck. Her legs went numb,
completely unable to move, her voice hoarse—she couldn’t even scream.

Cold—so cold, her whole body went stiff.

Something unbearably heavy was coiled around her neck. Her hands didn’t dare grab at
it. She cracked her eyes open a sliver. A pointed little head was right in front of her, its
eyes bulging wide. Her legs gave out and she fell to the floor. Entangled by Little
Vinegar Ball, she frantically struggled to escape—only to be wrapped up again, then
struggled free, then wrapped again...

When Chi Cheng returned, Yue Yue had already buried herself under the covers, her face
pale, lips bluish-purple.

Little Vinegar Ball hung lazily from the wall lamp, its tail curled up, looking relaxed.

The day before returning home, Chi Cheng passed by a lumber market and spotted a
palm-sized piece of red sandalwood. He thought it would make a good handheld carving.
Every time he went on a trip, he liked to bring something back. So he paid a high price
and bought it.

Through an introduction, Chi Cheng contacted a local carving artist—an elderly man
named Zhang. He was in his seventies, had started carving in his twenties, and hadn’t left
his tools for over fifty years. He had created many excellent pieces and was highly
respected.

To show respect, Chi Cheng brought a gift in advance.

“Just a little token of appreciation.”

Old Zhang laughed heartily. “You’re too kind. Come in, come in, have a seat.”

Though in his seventies, Old Zhang still stood tall with a steady gait. He cleaned the
room himself—it was spotless and neatly arranged. The decor was simple yet elegant.
The display shelves held many of his own carvings, all lifelike and unique, highly
ornamental.

“Young man, have some tea.”

“No need to trouble you.”

Chi Cheng’s humble and courteous manner earned Old Zhang’s admiration. Since he was
well-known, most clients were prominent figures. Rich young men had come in plenty,
but ones as composed as Chi Cheng were rare.

“Let me see your wood.”

Chi Cheng handed over the piece of sandalwood.

Old Zhang put on his glasses and examined it carefully. He nodded. “Fine texture, rich
color—a good piece. What do you want carved?”

“Two eggs,” said Chi Cheng.

Old Zhang looked puzzled. “Two eggs? What kind? Chicken eggs? Duck eggs? Or...”

“Human eggs.”

Chi Cheng's tone was calm and steady as he said the words.

The expression on Old Zhang’s face was somewhere between shocked and awkward—
just completely bewildered.

Chi Cheng calmly added, “I mean testicles. You understand?”

Old Zhang: “...I understand.”

Before leaving, Old Zhang patted Chi Cheng’s shoulder and said earnestly:

“I’ve worked in this trade most of my life, and this is the first time someone asked me to
carve that. Young man, you’re a real character.”

CHAPTER 91
Wu Suowei got himself a flashy new haircut, the top layers clearly defined, the sides
around the ears cleanly trimmed, making his facial features appear very sculpted.
Walking down the street, young girls’ eyes swirled around him. Back home in front of
the mirror, a handsome and stylish face appeared before him. Maybe it was because he
was used to the messy, unkempt look—suddenly looking this stylish made Wu Suowei
feel a little unaccustomed. He even thought it was… too handsome, ahem…

He stroked the stubble on his chin, twisted his neck muscles, admiring himself from all
angles.
After nearly ten minutes of narcissism, Wu Suowei suddenly realized something—he was
spending more and more time in front of the mirror. He used to finish his morning routine
in three minutes: a wash and a wipe, throw on clothes, and head out. Now he stared in the
mirror after waking up, observing and scrutinizing himself in all sorts of ways. Even
yawning had to have a specially designed mouth shape. Getting more and more
pretentious.

Considering what kind of mentality this behavior implied, Wu Suowei quickly walked
away from the mirror.

Because he was quite satisfied with his haircut, Wu Suowei took extra care of it. Before
going to sleep, he flattened the pillow, placed the back of his head neatly on top, and then
stayed completely still.

Half an hour later, trouble started—he couldn’t fall asleep.

He was never a still sleeper in the first place. Lying this rigidly, how could anyone fall
asleep?

Once he was awake, the overthinking began.

He’s been gone for six days now, right? And doesn’t seem to be coming back anytime
soon? What’s that supposed to mean? Got addicted to the fun? Damn! Being wined and
dined, soaking up the sights and beauties—if it were me, I wouldn’t want to come back
either! F**k it! Might as well just finish the business over there, save me the trouble.

Deep breath. Sleep.

One minute later, eyes opened again. He grabbed his phone angrily.

Wu Suowei’s phone stored some porn. Initially, it was to “train his willpower.” Later, it
became a sleep aid. To him, a man’s moaning was like listening practice for English. Sex
scenes were like calisthenics—completely emotionless. Usually, within ten minutes,
before the plot even began, he’d fall asleep.

But today, he actually got into it. Not only that—his imagination started running wild.

He pictured Chi Cheng kneeling on the bed, patiently servicing his d**k. One swallow,
one spit, one suck, one lick. No one’s in his head to monitor what’s obscene or not—who
cares what got him going? So, with a clear conscience, he reached into his briefs and
started directing and starring in his own show.

Chi Cheng had just gotten off the plane and was heading straight to the clinic.

He called Wu Suowei, who only picked up after a long time.

“What are you doing?” Same old greeting.

Wu Suowei masked his tone deliberately. “What else could I be doing at this hour except
sleeping?”

Chi Cheng, the so-called “Capital’s No. 1 F**k,” didn’t get that title for nothing. Just
from Wu Suowei’s breathing rhythm, he could tell what he was doing. Of course, he
wouldn’t say it outright—some things lose their fun once spoken.

“Did you miss me?” he asked again.

Wu Suowei thought, not only do I miss you—I want to f**k you.

Suddenly feeling hot, he kicked off the blanket, lying there in just his underwear.

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei’s heart stirred, his crotch immediately expanded, but his mouth stayed hard.
“What’s it to me whether you come back or not?”

“Without me, are you enjoying jerking off alone?” he asked deliberately.

Wu Suowei’s face flushed, a tingle ran across his lower abdomen.

“Who’s like you, huh? Brain full of filth! I’m a decent guy with serious things to do. I
don’t have time for this kind of crap.”

Chi Cheng was already standing outside Wu Suowei’s bedroom window, a smirk on his
face.

“A decent guy… Then let me ask you—what’s up with ‘Jun enters the cave, I feel dry
and want’?”

F**k! Isn’t that just fanning the flames? Wu Suowei’s chest turned red, a cold sweat
broke out on his butt.

He forced himself to stay calm. “If you want to talk about this kind of stuff, find someone
else. I’m not interested.”

Then he quickly hung up.

Lust broke through restraint. Underwear dropped to the ankles. Breathing roughened. His
expression turned wild… Just as he was in the heat of the moment—suddenly, a tiger
leapt through the window. A muscular figure pounced onto the windowsill. The
movement was so fast that Wu Suowei had no time to dodge, no time to cover himself,
no time to hide his lustful face. Caught in the act.
“No time, no interest in this kind of stuff… So what are you doing right now?”

Chi Cheng’s face wore a mocking smile. Wu Suowei was so embarrassed he wanted to
crawl into the floor.

The bit of pride he’d built over twenty-some years was completely shattered.

Yet someone just had to go further and shamelessly burn the next few decades of face in
advance.

Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei’s hand without permission and started stroking him with
his own.

Same five fingers, same flesh, but just switching the person made all the sensations flip
upside down. Nerves repressed for six days were instantly reignited. Pleasure multiplied.
Wu Suowei could still hold himself together a moment ago, but with a few strokes from
Chi Cheng, a muffled moan broke out uncontrollably, his face twisted in an expression
like he was being tortured.

“I thought you didn’t miss me?” Chi Cheng asked on purpose.

He pressed down on more than half of Wu Suowei’s body, grinding the two balls below
with his hard kneecap.

“You weren’t thinking about me?… Really not?… Are you sure…?”

Wu Suowei was pushed to the edge, grabbed Chi Cheng’s hair, and entangled with him.

Chi Cheng clasped Wu Suowei’s head with both hands, no warm-up, no prelude, just
slammed in a kiss. His tongue rampaged inside his mouth. A wave of burning heat surged
to Wu Suowei’s abdomen, emotions gushed out. Wu Suowei fiercely tore at Chi Cheng’s
pants, rubbed the huge thing in his crotch with no technique—his grip strong, full of hate
and lust.

Chi Cheng bit along Wu Suowei’s neck down to his inner thighs, then onto the soft flesh
of his buttocks. Wu Suowei’s moans filled his ears, raw and unfiltered. Their erections
pressed together, just like those lines from a poem—Chi Cheng even recited them
wickedly, making the mood even more fevered.

Explosive heat surged from the lower belly, then plummeted.

Wu Suowei lay on the bed panting, hate still in his eyes, but the heat had faded.

When Chi Cheng climbed on again, he could clearly feel Wu Suowei’s resistance.

“I haven’t touched her these days,” Chi Cheng said.

The words hit a sore spot. Wu Suowei couldn’t hide it, though he still struggled futilely.

“What’s it got to do with me?”

Chi Cheng leaned close to his ear, voice uncharacteristically gentle.

“Because I’ve been thinking about you.”

Whether you’re a woman made of water or a man of iron and blood, no one can resist this
kind of overbearing tenderness—especially when it’s coming from Chi Cheng’s mouth,
each word worth a thousand gold.

Wu Suowei buried his face in the pillow, silent, but the tight muscles along his back had
already gone soft.

Chi Cheng lay on top of Wu Suowei, his solid pecs pressed tightly to Wu’s firm back,
both of them sweating, but neither felt hot—they just stayed in that quiet embrace.

Suddenly, strange panting noises came from Wu Suowei’s phone, breaking the rare
harmonious moment.

This is what happens when you go cheap. The knockoff phone randomly spazzed out.
The porn that had stopped earlier suddenly resumed. Wu Suowei broke out in a cold
sweat.

He tried to reach for the phone, but Chi Cheng stopped him.

“Watching alone is boring. Let me join you.”

F**k! Watching this together? What kind of ending could that possibly lead to?

So he closed his eyes and tilted his head. “I already watched it. You go ahead.”

Chi Cheng lightly bit the cartilage of his ear. “I just want to watch it with you.”

Then, a pair of big hands forcefully straightened his head toward the phone screen. A
different kind of visual stimulation began. And sure enough, it was more interesting than
watching alone. Watching solo makes one part itch; watching together makes the whole
body itch—because communication really matters.

“I know that bottom actor,” Chi Cheng suddenly said.

Wu Suowei looked surprised. “How do you know him?”

“Two years ago in Japan, he was working at a Tokyo club.”

A wave of jealousy hit Wu Suowei. He couldn’t help the sour tone.

“Wow! Even slept around overseas?”

Chi Cheng laughed. “Doing a Japanese guy gave me a sense of sacrificing for the
country. Like vengeance and justice all in one.”

Wu Suowei gritted his teeth. “You sure know how to spin it! So was your vengeance
satisfying?”

“Can’t really remember.”

Damn! How many people do you have to screw to forget this kind of detail?

Chi Cheng noticed Wu Suowei’s jealousy and deliberately teased him. “If you’re feeling
unbalanced, you can use my number as a benchmark—go find people to sleep with. Keep
going until you match it.”

…Wu Suowei’s pupils darkened. If I slept with one a day, I’d still be going until death.

So he replied, “Screw it. I’ll just sleep with you. Anyway, your body contains the sperm
and fluids of people from all over the world. Sleeping with you is like sleeping with the
whole planet.”

In the following five minutes, someone paid a bloody price for that bold declaration.

Just barely escaping from the devil’s grasp, Wu Suowei quickly reminded him.

“Enough fooling around—let’s just watch the video.”

He turned to the screen, only to find the foreplay had just ended. The sunglasses uncle
pulled out the lube.

Usually by this point, Wu Suowei was already asleep, so he forgot there was more. After
zoning out for three seconds, he reached for the screen again.

“Well… nothing new to see. It’s always the same stuff. Watch too much and it gets old.”

For once, Chi Cheng didn’t stop him. Wu Suowei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, another phone screen appeared in front of him—larger and clearer.

“I’ve got something different.”

Wu Suowei: “……”
 CHAPTER 92
The films Chi Cheng provided were indeed quite different.

Besides being more explicit and crude, their most striking feature was that they were self-
filmed. The "actors" all had local faces, and whether they were humiliating themselves or
moaning, they spoke with authentic Beijing accents. There were no scripts or rehearsals,
no exaggeration or affectation, just raw, real action. Watching such films, listening to the
familiar accents, one could easily be drawn into the action.

So, of course, it was more thrilling and sensual than your average gay film.

"What does that boy look like?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei nodded. He had noticed this boy from the start. He had thought Jiang
Xiaoshuai was handsome, but compared to this boy, he was nothing. His looks, figure,
and skin were all top-notch. Not to mention these men with special fetishes, even Wu
Suowei felt a little itchy just watching.

Just as he was thinking, a man pulled out a hard object and thrust it in, a double
penetration.

The boy groaned violently, begging for mercy.

"Brother... spare me... ow... I'm dying..."

Wu Suowei felt a chill in his heart, his body suddenly hypersensitive, especially his butt
crack, which was repeatedly pricked and rubbed by the dense grass beneath Chi Cheng's
crotch, causing an unbearable itching. He tried to push Chi Cheng away with his butt, but
as soon as he lifted his hips, he hit something thick and strong, and instantly dared not
move.

The film became increasingly "exciting," with several men engaging in extremely brutal
and vulgar acts against one boy.

Wu Suowei's heart was filled with unbearable pain, yet his member was shamefully hard.

He tried to hide his filthiness, but Chi Cheng's reaching hand exposed him.

"You want it too, don't you?" Chi Cheng held onto the little Weiwei.

Wu Suowei shook his head hastily, "No, it's too strong."

Chi Cheng's enormous penis rubbed against Wu Suowei's butt crack intermittently, his
arms holding him tightly. His voice was deep and powerful, "What do I think of?"
"No way!" Wu Suowei quickly made his position clear. "What did you tell me back
then?"

Chi Cheng's friction intensified, rubbing the soft flesh inside Wu Suowei's butt crack
until it swelled, causing Wu Suowei's body to jerk and squirm, and the bedboard creaked
unbearably. It was a miracle that Chi Cheng had been able to endure until today. If he
hadn't agreed to Wu Suowei's request, he would have been fucked several times by now.

"Stop rubbing!" Wu Suowei felt like his butt crack was on fire.

Chi Cheng persisted, squeezing Wu Suowei's flesh with his hands, burying his huge penis
inside and grinding it back and forth, smoothing out the wrinkles on the surface and
making it even more erect and firm.

Wu Suowei's face was filled with pain. "It hurts..."

The next second, Wu Suowei's legs were lifted high, pressed against his chest. Chi
Cheng's knees propped his buttocks up high, spreading his buttocks wide open, exposing
his anus to Chi Cheng's gaze.

Wu Suowei's cheeks flushed red, and he struggled desperately.

"Chi Cheng, get me down!"

But Chi Cheng said, "I licked it."

"No!" Wu Suowei growled. "I'm telling you, if you dare... ah..."

It turned out that Chi Cheng hadn't discussed this with Wu Suowei at all; he had merely
informed him, giving him some mental preparation.

Chi Cheng's tongue traced Wu Suowei's inner thighs for a moment, then circled around
his anus. After thoroughly moistening it, he began to penetrate. Chi Cheng's tongue was
thick and powerful, and with a single sweep, it broke through the tight muscles of the
anus, probing the interior and stirring it vehemently.

Wu Suowei screamed louder than the boys in the movies.

"Does it feel this good?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei struggled and twisted, trying to break free from Chi Cheng's hold.
Chi Cheng's large hands, wedged between Wu Suowei's legs, held them down tightly,
preventing any resistance.

"Use your fingers, please?" Chi Cheng said again.

Wu Suowei's eyes were red as he howled. Absolutely not! He still remembered the last
time Chi Cheng thrust him hard; his fingers were his second most powerful weapon,
second only to his whip.

Proving that this time, Chi Cheng was again giving notice, not negotiating.

But compared to his previous impatience and roughness, this time he was patient and
gentle.

He had never put so much effort into a single anus before.

Chi Cheng continued to lick the dick with his tongue while caressing Wu Suowei's penis
with his hand. Lacking lubricant, he had to wait until it was fully moistened before daring
to move his fingers.

Feeling the familiar pain of a foreign object piercing him, Wu Suowei once again put up
a fierce fight.

"Relax," Chi Cheng slapped his buttocks.

Wu Suowei cursed.

Chi Cheng lubricated him with his saliva, observing Wu Suowei's reaction as he carefully
advanced. Chi Cheng's fingers were incredibly long, no less than those of an average
man, and the knuckles were incredibly hard, the rubbing of the joints against the
intestinal wall distinctly noticeable.

Wu Suowei's waist suddenly jerked, and he groaned in pain.

Chi Cheng's hand was only halfway there, and at this signal, he thrust forward with all his
might.

Wu Suowei howled loudly, desperately pushing against Chi Cheng's wrist.

Chi Cheng held his hand, gently withdrawing halfway, returning to the same spot as
before. Wu Suowei's face showed an expression of extreme pain, and the muscles in his
buttocks contracted and twitched continuously.
That was it... Chi Cheng's fierce eyes focused, and his fingers began to move
rhythmically and flexibly.

Wu Suowei felt pain at first, then a mixture of pain and itching, and then a strange
tingling sensation. Especially when Chi Cheng's fingers seemed to reach that spot, Wu
Suowei felt like thousands of tiny ants were crawling inside him, a pain so intense he
wanted to die. Chi Cheng began to play with the fragile thing in front of him again,
attacking from both sides, and instantly a storm of passions erupted.

It had been a long time since Chi Cheng had felt his fingers tightly wrapped. The tight
passage was like the belt Wu Suowei had given him, tightly encircling his heart. He
suddenly felt an urge to pamper him, not just physically but also with an intense and
demanding emotional intensity.

Chi Cheng's lips brushed against Wu Suowei's tongue, and he asked, "Do you like me
playing with your ass like this?"

Wu Suowei whimpered in response.

Chi Cheng turned Wu Suowei's body around again, pressing his head against his crotch.
Wu Suowei, for some unknown reason, stared at Chi Cheng's magnificent thing with his
pupils burning. The next second, Chi Cheng's massive cock pried open his mouth,
halfway inside, pushing against his throat. Its massive size instantly stripped away all the
space within his mouth.

Chi Cheng growled, his large hand gripping Wu Suowei's neck.

But unlike others, he didn't thrust hard against his head, stabbing until his throat bled. He
preferred to plunge his hand into Wu Suowei's hair, pulling back his bangs, admiring his
clumsy yet diligent expression. He continued to toy with his fingers buried inside Wu
Suowei, waiting for him to wince in pain before a surge of pleasure surged beneath him.

"No, no, no... I can't... Ah..."

Chi Cheng's fingers thrust rapidly, and an unfamiliar pleasure suddenly surged from
behind him, intensifying, causing Wu Suowei to moan uncontrollably and beg for mercy.
The ferocious surges from both sides pounded fiercely, causing Wu Suowei's lower
abdomen to convulse wildly, his toes to spasm, and the aftermath rippled for over ten
seconds, bringing him to a state of hysterical pleasure.

Chi Cheng's outburst was purely fueled by Wu Suowei's utterly wild behavior.

It took a long time for Wu Suowei's breathing to even out.

Chi Cheng gently licked the sweat from Wu Suowei's forehead and asked with a smile,
"Did your ass feel good?"

Wu Suowei struggled to find the words. It felt good, but thinking back on it, it was still a
little hard to accept.

"When are we going to switch to real guns?" Chi Cheng pressed.

Wu Suowei's pupils were deep and dark, his lips tightly pressed together. He silently
replied, "I'll never give you this chance!"

One movie ended and automatically skipped to the next.

A pig-like howl pierced his eardrums. Wu Suowei glanced at the phone screen and froze.
It was the same boy, the same gang. The previous movie was just a warm-up; now it was
the real kicker. Various props were used in turn, bloodstains were everywhere, and
fainting spells were frequent. Wu Suowei was terrified.

"Who... who are these people?"

Chi Cheng said casually, "They're all my buddies. Gangzi is the one filming the video."

Wu Suowei was shocked. He couldn't believe that Gangzi, who seemed so gentle and
kind, could so calmly witness such a bloody scene. He couldn't understand why they
would do such a brutal thing to a boy. Was it just for pleasure?

Chi Cheng explained calmly, "He lied to me and stayed with me for some reason."

The boy was Xiaolong.

These words were meant for Wu Suowei, though Chi Cheng was completely unaware.

Wu Suowei was terrified, unable to hide his pain. The screams beside him were like the
cries of a ghost, each one terrifying. Was this his fate? His anus blasted, his intestines
crushed, his body covered in blood, his vulnerable parts repeatedly electrocuted. Just
thinking about it made him feel so horrified!

Chi Cheng sensed Wu Suowei's nervousness and immediately turned off his phone.

"What are you afraid of? I wouldn't do that to you."

Wu Suowei stammered, "What if that day ever comes..."

Chi Cheng said nothing, tightening his arm around Wu Suowei. He felt that Wu Suowei's
worries were completely unfounded. Someone who could make him slam down in bed
had no need to worry about being abused. Even if Chi Cheng were to hit Wu Suowei, let
alone such brutal humiliation, he wouldn't have been able to do it.

That night, Wu Suowei's heart was torn between ice and fire.

Chi Cheng was so rarely so gentle, gently kissing, gently caressing, whispering softly in
his ear. Wu Suowei hadn't been loved like this in so long. His heart felt like it had been
stripped bare, stripped bare. Yet, he felt extremely insecure. The shadow cast by the film
lingered, and he kept waking up from his immersion.

Am I getting too caught up in the drama? Late in the night, Wu Suowei questioned Chi
Cheng's face.

Every time he replayed the moments they'd spent together, he'd lash out at himself. What
on earth did I do with him? How could I have done that? Did my brain just short-circuit?
But the next time he encountered the same situation, he couldn't help but short-circuit
again, continue to do that, continue to torture himself.

What difference did it make whether I was acting or not? He was right here, truly present.

Wu Suowei's heart was in turmoil, and he buried his head in Chi Cheng's strong shoulder,
a look of self-abandonment.

Whatever happens!

CHAPTER 93
The next morning, Wu Suowei lost control of his emotions—again.

The reason was simple. As soon as he woke up, he instinctively reached for his hair,
worried that last night’s wildness had messed up his precious hairstyle. But the moment
his hand touched his scalp, he felt like he’d seen a ghost—his fingers brushed against a
smooth, bald head. Not a single strand of hair could be found.

Panic-stricken, he rushed into the bathroom, looked into the mirror—and was
dumbfounded.

He had just rid himself of the "bald guy" nickname not even two months ago, and now he
was gloriously back in the ranks.

Jiang Xiaoshuai came in and was stunned. “Last night you texted me saying you got a
new haircut. I woke up super early, full of anticipation to witness your style. If I had
known it was gonna be like this, I would’ve slept in.”
Wu Suowei was furious. “I did get a cool haircut. I spent all of last night admiring
myself! I was so careful—I didn’t even let water touch it in the shower, just to preserve
the style! And now it’s all gone when I wake up?! I was actually satisfied with a hairstyle
for the first time ever! Dammit, all that money yesterday went down the drain!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai tried to hold back his laughter. “Maybe it was a ghost barber?”

“Ghost barber just leaves bald patches, not the whole damn head!”

Dr. Jiang explained in a very professional tone, “Alopecia areata can, in rare cases,
develop into total scalp or even full-body hair loss.”

Wu Suowei roared, “I swear I could smell hair removal cream!”

Just thinking about it made Wu Suowei fume. He knew who had done it. Last night, he’d
drifted off in a daze. He’d been tossing and turning in the first half of the night, and
finally couldn’t hold out in the second half and fell asleep. He did vaguely feel some
discomfort on his scalp, but assumed it was just the new haircut and didn’t think much of
it.

And in that one moment of carelessness, he fell victim!

As he was still stewing, the culprit returned.

In truth, Chi Cheng had never left. He’d just stepped out briefly for something—his
luggage and belongings were still there.

Wu Suowei stormed up to Chi Cheng in three big strides, eyes glaring fiercely at him.

“Why did you shave my head?!”

Chi Cheng replied like it was perfectly natural: “I like how this hairstyle looks on you.”

Wu Suowei was indignant. “You like it but I don’t! What gives you the right to shave me
just because you like it? You think I got that haircut for you and you alone?”

Chi Cheng placed his big hand on Wu Suowei’s shiny bald head and said calmly,
“You did get it just for me.”

Wu Suowei glared, eyes wide with rage. Jiang Xiaoshuai was grinning in the background.
Ah, my dear apprentice, just hide under your covers and laugh. Only allowed to show
your style to one person? Isn’t that clearly a trap?

Chi Cheng forcefully dragged Wu Suowei into the car, intending to go get breakfast
together.
On the way, Wu Suowei kept a sour face. He only played with the little vinegar-packet
keychain and didn’t spare Chi Cheng a glance.

Chi Cheng glanced at him from the corner of his eye and said suddenly,
“Still got quite the temper.”

Wu Suowei muttered in his heart: My temper is already mild! Anyone else would’ve
slapped you across the face by now! But considering they were in a cold war phase, he
couldn’t be bothered to argue. He rolled his eyes and acted deaf.

The only person Chi Cheng would bother to coax was this arrogant, bratty little bald guy.

The car stopped at a barbershop. Chi Cheng walked straight in, and after a few snips and
clippers, all the hair on his head was gone. When he returned to the car, Baldy Wu saw
Baldy Chi—and suddenly felt balanced. His lips stopped pouting, a smile crept onto his
face, and the two walked into the restaurant with matching couple haircuts.

“Two bowls of beef noodles,” Chi Cheng said.

The server asked, “With beef?”

Isn’t that a dumb question? Without beef, can it even be called beef noodles? If someone
really avoided beef that much, why not just order vegetarian soup noodles?

Wu Suowei twitched his mouth, “Why don’t you ask if we want the noodles too?”

The waiter joked, “Returned to secular life, huh?”

Wu Suowei shot a resentful glare at Chi Cheng.

The meal went smoothly. Wu Suowei even chatted with Chi Cheng about his startup
plans. He was optimistic about the future of LED lighting and displays. Having graduated
with a degree in electrical engineering and working in a state-owned enterprise, he
frequently dealt with this field and wanted to open a trading company.

Chi Cheng toyed with his newly carved hand-held trinket and said calmly, “Sounds like a
good idea. Government policy is supporting that direction. Worth pursuing.”

Hearing Chi Cheng’s affirmation, Wu Suowei suddenly felt grounded.

After slurping down the last noodle, taking a few sips of soup, and wiping his mouth,
they got ready to leave. When the waiter came back with change, Wu Suowei noticed
something in Chi Cheng’s hand and curiously asked,
“What’s that in your hand?”

Chi Cheng didn’t answer. His eyes held a deep, mischievous gleam.
Wu Suowei snatched it while Chi Cheng wasn’t paying attention, feeling like he’d scored
some kind of victory. But once he looked at it, his face instantly turned green. He wanted
to throw the object to the ground and stomp it into dust.

Seeing Wu Suowei’s reaction, Chi Cheng couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“How do you even know it’s your balls?”

Wu Suowei’s face darkened like the bottom of a pot. He punched Chi Cheng twice in the
stomach.

Chi Cheng kept fanning the flames. “You noticed the size was a bit big too, huh?”

Wu Suowei finally exploded:

“Chi Baldy, don’t you have anything better to do than obsess over this every damn day?!”
He raised it, ready to smash it.

“If you dare destroy my precious little ‘eggs,’ I’ll take your real two and rip them off.”

“……”

On the way back, Wu Suowei fell silent again. When they arrived at the clinic, he was
about to get out when Chi Cheng stopped him. Impatiently, he turned his head—only to
see a large hand holding out a card between two fingers.

“It’s a supplementary card to my bank account. If you need money, just take it from
there.”

Wu Suowei’s face was cold. “I don’t want it. Give it to someone else.”

“The cardholder name is yours. Who else can I give it to?”

Wu Suowei’s expression shifted, but his tone stayed sharp.

“I don’t need it anyway. Cancel it.”

Chi Cheng stared at him with deep eyes.

“How do you expect to start a company with no funding? Just take it. Use it if you need
it. If not, fine.”
He shoved it into Wu Suowei’s pocket.

Wu Suowei tried to take it out, but Chi Cheng grabbed his hand.

“I was just messing with you earlier. The eggs might be big, but your heart is tiny.”
Wu Suowei glared, brows furrowed—but Chi Cheng reached out a big hand and rubbed
away all the anger from his forehead.

“Go in. I’m off to work.”

Watching Chi Cheng’s car disappear down the road, Wu Suowei was filled with
complicated emotions.

After some careful consideration and choosing a buyer, Wu Suowei finally sold off that
batch of snakes. This year’s market was doing great—he pocketed nearly 600,000 yuan.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt it had all been worth it. Not only had he
lured the guy in, but he’d also unlocked a financial path.

Even while busy with his own plans, Wu Suowei hadn’t forgotten about Chi Cheng’s
snakes.

It took a lot of effort, but he finally got in touch with the exotic snake seller. The two of
them met at a restaurant for a discreet conversation.

“They’re all sold,” the seller said. “A big client came and bought the whole batch.”

“I’m not here to buy snake babies,” Wu Suowei clarified. “I’m here to buy the mother
snake.”

“The mother?” The seller frowned.

Wu Suowei nodded. “I really liked the snakelets you sold me last time. I want to buy
their mother. Help me contact the caretaker and ask if he can sneak the mother out.”

The seller quickly waved him off. “That’s not happening. You know what kind of place
that is? Military grounds. Multiple layers of security. You think snakes can just be ‘snuck
out’?”

Wu Suowei shot back, “Then how’d you get that whole batch of snakelets out?”

“That’s different!” The seller looked wary. “To be honest, those snakes weren’t from the
military at all. They’re privately owned. The guy’s just watching over them. Each one is
accounted for—none can go missing.”

Wu Suowei understood, but feigned surprise.

“Is that so?” He tapped his fingers on the table, then paused. “What if I bring another
snake of the same breed to swap? That way, the count stays the same.”
The seller kept shaking his head. “Give it up. That kind of snake is almost extinct. Where
are you gonna find one?”

“What if I can find one?” Wu Suowei said with confidence.

The seller snorted. “If you could, why even bother swapping? Wouldn’t it be the same?”

“It’s not the same.” Wu Suowei offered a clever explanation. “I want that specific mother
snake, not just that species.”

The seller found the whole conversation ridiculous and didn’t take it seriously. He drank,
ate, and kept saying the same thing: forget it—it’s impossible.

Wu Suowei took out two stacks of cash and placed them on the table.

“There are hundreds of snakes in there. Swapping just one—who’s going to notice?
Besides, snakes shed skin and change color all the time. Even if they did notice, so what?
Same species, same value. What, they gonna do a DNA test?”

The seller glanced at the money, lips twitching, but said nothing.

Wu Suowei added another stack and pushed it over.

“I’ll find the snake. You just help me contact the guy. You don’t need to do anything
else.”

The seller hesitated… and finally gave in.

“I’ll try my best.”

CHAPTER 94
Two days after Chi Cheng returned from his business trip, Zhong Wenyu received an
anonymous text message.

The content was similar to the previous one, warning Zhong Wenyu to keep a close eye
on her son and stop him from harassing men.

Zhong Wenyu's heart had just settled down when this message threw her into another
turmoil. She didn't dare tell Chi Yuanduan, fearing that with his temper, he would
definitely start a fight with Chi Cheng if he found out. If it was just a harassing message,
it wouldn't be worth it to have such a fabricated incident cause such a turmoil in the
family.
So, on the weekend, she summoned Yue Yue again.

Yue Yue was still the same. Regardless of her mood, she was always smiling whenever
she saw Zhong Wenyu.

"Yueyue, tell me the truth. What's going on between you and Chi Cheng?"

Yue Yue's heart skipped a beat, and her tone became a little unnatural.

"We've always been like that."

Zhong Wenyu sounded a little anxious. "Are there any conflicts between you two?"

Yue Yue asked cautiously, "Auntie, did Chi Cheng say anything to you?"

"No, I haven't seen him since you came back."

Yue Yue spoke more cautiously. "Auntie, don't worry, we've always been fine. Everyone
has their own temper, and I never expect Chi Cheng to always go along with me. My
mom always tells me that being too squeamish when you're in love will lead to a huge
gap after marriage. So I've always been very rational in this relationship, never
fantasizing about anything unrealistic. I just want the two of us to be together steadily."

Zhong Wenyu took a sip of her tea and felt much more at ease.

"You're really smart. No wonder my son, who looked down on every girl, chose you."

Yue Yue smiled sheepishly.

Zhong Wenyu added, "You two should pick a date to get your marriage certificate."

Yue Yue was so overjoyed that she felt a little unsteady holding her teacup, but she tried
to control herself and tentatively asked, "Is it coming soon?"

"Not soon!" Zhong Wenyu smiled and held Yue Yue's hand. "I've decided on you as my
daughter-in-law."

...

That evening, Chi Cheng booked a private room at the hotel and invited some friends to
introduce him to Wu Suowei.

"This is Mr. Wang from Hetong Optoelectronics Technology Co., Ltd."

Mr. Wang stood up, shook hands with Wu Suowei, and handed him a business card. "Our
company specializes in the research and development of LED display systems. If you
need anything, feel free to contact me."

Wu Suowei smiled politely, "I'll be happy to ask for your advice if I need anything."

"That's being polite," Mr. Wang said with a hearty laugh. "Chi Cheng's uncle is my
teacher. Without him, I wouldn't be able to start this company. You're Chi Cheng's friend,
and you're also my friend. We'll be in the same industry, and there will be many
opportunities for cooperation."

A tall, thin man stood up to toast Wu Suowei, speaking politely.

"I'm Zhang Teng, General Manager of Guangshun Trading Company. Our main business
is energy-saving lamps and display screens. If you're interested, come and see us."

Wu Suowei took the business card, glanced at it, and praised, "Your company is quite
well-known in this field! I was researching online a few days ago and came across a
detailed introduction about your company, so I took a look."

Zhang Teng smiled modestly. "Our company got an early start and had an advantage. The
competition has been intense over the past two years, and several companies have
emerged. For example, Xunda Trading. The person sitting across from you is their CEO."

Wu Suowei stood up again, clinked glasses with the man, and exchanged a few brief
pleasantries.

After a lively and boisterous meal and considerable wine, Wu Suowei's face flushed and
he swayed. He sat in the car, still a little dazed. He had once been so humbled and
humiliated in pursuit of a contract that he was repeatedly turned down. Now, with just an
idea in mind and no practical solution, a comprehensive partnership opportunity has
come knocking on his door.

This change in circumstances is truly something that requires a lot of effort.

Just as Chi Cheng was about to turn the knob, Wu Suowei, who was in the passenger
seat, suddenly tilted his head and leaned heavily onto Chi Cheng's arm, preventing him
from starting the car. Chi Cheng rubbed his hard chin against Wu Suowei's shiny head,
rubbed his face with his large hands, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling
unwell?"

Wu Suowei remained silent.

Chi Cheng's thin, masculine lips moved to rub against Wu Suowei's ear, the alcohol he
exhaled seeping through his ear canal and into his cerebral cortex. Wu Suowei's
shoulders trembled, and suddenly, with a strong force, he twisted Chi Cheng's arm away
and rammed his forehead into Chi Cheng's head with a powerful blow.

Wu Suowei's other parts weren't as hard as Chi Cheng's, but his forehead was still quite
potent.

Not only did he hurt Chi Cheng, but he also grabbed him by the collar and demanded,
"Why are you so nice to me?"

Chi Cheng remained silent, staring at him intently.

Wu Suowei felt like he wasn't drinking wine, but vinegar. A sour taste welled up in his
throat, and he didn't even know what he was sour about. He'd pried her off, tied her
down, told all the lies he should have, done all the bad things he should have… and not
only had he not suffered retribution, his life was thriving!

What else could he be dissatisfied with?

So many emotions welled up, and he couldn't articulate them. In the end, he could only
slam his hand against Chi Cheng's chest and howl, "My forehead hurts."

Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei's head with his five fingers and dragged him in front of
him.

"Who's to blame for the headache?"

He grumbled back, "It's your fault!"

Without you, I'd be able to live a solid life on my own!

If Chi Cheng had been like that before, he would have beaten him up long ago. How
could he be so ruthless? Being nice to you is now my fault? Go ask around; who wouldn't
be secretly happy all night long if I, Chi Cheng, said something nice? You don't feel
comfortable until I whip you with my little whip and measure you with my shoe soles, do
you?

He pressed his hand against his leg and bit it hard, making him curse and utter no
coherent words. Chi Cheng's car arrived at the door.

The door wasn't locked, but kicked open. Once inside, he pressed himself against the
wall. His rough, hard breathing had a metallic quality. His rough hands rubbed from his
waist upwards, domineering yet gentle.
"Are your nipples this swollen?" he asked deliberately.

Wu Suowei groaned and bit Chi Cheng's firm neck fiercely.

The room had barely heated up when the phone rang.

In fact, he had known this moment would come. From the moment he got in the car, he
knew he couldn't stay here tonight. Wu Suowei had long been prepared to reap the
consequences of his own sins.

Chi Cheng went to the balcony to answer the phone.

With a blank expression, Wu Suowei pulled a packet of snake poison powder from his
pocket. He knew the little vinegar girl wouldn't eat it, so he confidently tossed it into the
bathroom trash can.

The entire process was silent and unnoticeable. Wu Suowei remained in the same
position until Chi Cheng returned from the balcony.

"My mom will be here soon," Chi Cheng said.

Without a word, Wu Suowei buttoned his clothes and headed for the door.

Chi Cheng's heart ached, and he pulled him back, tightly hugging him.

"I owe you, and I'll definitely pay you back."

Wu Suowei was stunned for a moment before turning and walking away.

Twenty minutes later, Yue Yue arrived. Upon entering, she kissed Wu Suowei again on
the spot he'd kissed her before.

Chi Cheng didn't respond and went straight into the bathroom to shower.

Zhong Wenyu's words, "I've decided on you as my daughter-in-law," gave Yue Yue a
golden ticket to safety. Little Vinegar Bun, coiled not far away, gazed at her with a
carefree air, a silent challenge. Yue Yue's temperature plummeted. She slowly walked
towards Little Vinegar Bun, squatted down, and tossed a house sparrow from her bag to
it.

"Eat it," she beckoned gently.

Little Vinegar Bun, its tail cocked high, didn't even sniff, looking incredibly proud.
"You won't eat it?" Yue Yue patiently offered it to Little Vinegar Bun again.

"Just caught it. It's so delicious."

Little Vinegar Bun still ignored her. It wouldn't eat anything except what Chi Cheng and
Wu Suowei fed it, no matter how good it was.

This plan didn't work, and Yue Yue, feeling resigned, decided she had to find another
way to treat it... Just as she was pondering this, the bathroom doorknob suddenly rattled.
Yue Yue hurriedly stuffed the sparrow back into her bag, settled down on her bed, and
pretended nothing had happened.

In the middle of the night, while Chi Cheng was sound asleep, Yue Yue secretly went to
the bathroom, threw the sparrow into the toilet, and flushed it more than a dozen times
before it went away.

Chi Cheng was always alert when he slept, and the unusual noises in the bathroom made
him nervous.

The next morning, he got up to go to the bathroom and looked down at the wastebasket.
A medicine bag lay quietly inside.

CHAPITRE 95
“This is a snake poison, but the dosage is quite low. For a python like Little Vinegar
Packet, it’d probably take multiple doses to be fatal. The first few poisonings would have
mild symptoms—maybe just some diarrhea or vomiting. But over time, the toxins will
accumulate. By the time the symptoms become serious, it’d be too late to save it.” Gangzi
said.

Chi Cheng fiddled with the powdered poison in his hand, his expression dark, emotions
deeply buried.

Gangzi sighed. “That person’s got guts, but no brains. They clearly don’t know Little
Vinegar Packet’s temperament very well—otherwise, they wouldn’t have come up with
such a lousy idea.”

Chi Cheng spoke calmly. “It must be someone who has frequent contact with me—only
then would they be able to use this method of poisoning.”

With that, the suspect became all too obvious. Chi Cheng had already known deep down;
he just hadn’t caught them in the act, so he wasn’t going to confront them yet. Not
because he feared wrongly accusing someone, but because he didn’t want to waste time
listening to her deny it.
Gangzi asked cautiously, “You mean—it was Sister Yue?”

“We’ll know in a few days whether it was her or not.”

They talked for a bit longer, shifting the topic to the snakes from the military unit.

“I’ve already pulled the old switcheroo. The new snakes look similar to the originals, but
their behavior is totally different. Once they’re mixed in and left to roam freely, they’ll be
attacked. Most likely, they’ll end up getting eaten by your snakes. If a large number of
snakes go missing, the keeper—already sick and timid—will definitely report it. When
the old man finds out, you can bet he won’t take it lightly.”

Chi Cheng chewed the tea leaves in his mouth to pulp, his strong brow bones radiating a
cold intensity.

“Keep a close eye on things for the next few days. As soon as they make a move, we
respond immediately.”

Gangzi’s eyes were sharp. “Don’t worry. We’ve waited over half a year for this day. I
won’t say it’s foolproof, but we won’t mess it up either. Those snakes—we’re definitely
getting them all back.”

Chi Cheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his gaze softening.

“Let me go take a look at the snakelings we brought back. Haven’t seen them in over half
a year—kind of miss them.”

Gangzi laughed and followed Chi Cheng into the car.

Wu Suowei had waited more than two hours at the clinic. It was past 10 p.m. when Jiang
Xiaoshuai finally returned.

“How’d it go?” Wu Suowei asked anxiously.

Jiang Xiaoshuai plopped a glass tank onto the table, took a couple deep breaths, and said,
“Done.”

“That’s not what I meant...” Wu Suowei leaned in and lowered his voice. “I meant—did
he... do anything to you?”

“Nope!” Jiang Xiaoshuai grinned roguishly. “Who do you think I am? Like I’d let him
take advantage of me!”

“So you just asked him and he gave it to you?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai nodded. “He agreed right away! Had someone pack the snake into the
tank and load it into my car.”

Wu Suowei jabbed Jiang Xiaoshuai’s chest with his elbow, waggling his eyebrows.

“Guozi treats you pretty well, huh?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai patted Wu Suowei’s bald head and laughed. “Better than Chi Cheng
treats you?”

“Way better!” Wu Suowei muttered bitterly. “If I asked him for a snake, there’s no way
he’d give it to me. Even if I liked him to death, he still wouldn’t.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled. “That’s not really a fair comparison. Guo Chengyu keeps
snakes for fun—Chi Cheng treats them like his own children. Would you just give your
kid away?”

“Exactly! Totally different meaning! To Guo Chengyu, a snake is just a snake. But to
Baldy Chi, that snake is like a person—his own emotional anchor. No one else is allowed
to touch it.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai cleared his throat. “I’m smelling jealousy here.”

Wu Suowei’s eyes were like blades, nearly slicing Jiang Xiaoshuai’s tongue in half.

“Check the snake,” Jiang Xiaoshuai reminded.

Wu Suowei pulled the tank in front of him and examined the snake carefully. The colors
were vivid, the patterns beautiful. He almost couldn’t bring himself to sacrifice it. Such a
rare and valuable snake would fetch a good price on the market, no doubt.

As if reading his thoughts, Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “How about we send in a fake one?
They’re all gonna get eaten by Chi Cheng’s snakes anyway—who’d know if it’s real or
not?”

Wu Suowei shook his head. Can’t be shortsighted. Greed over a little money could blow
the whole operation. If anything goes wrong, it could cost them hundreds of snakes. “I’ve
already put over a hundred thousand into this plan. You think I care about this tiny
profit?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was shocked. “You, who used to cry over a 300-yuan meat gift, now
throwing down six figures just to make Baldy smile?”

Wu Suowei gave him a look. “Not the same thing at all. One is an investment with risk,
the other is straight-up waste. I still wouldn’t spend 200 yuan to buy him barbecue—
because once it’s eaten, it’s gone. But this hundred grand? That’s a sure profit deal.”
Jiang Xiaoshuai grinned. “Bald heads really do clear the mind. Shine it up and the
thinking gets sharper.”

Wu Suowei instantly got annoyed again. Once this mess was over, he swore he’d go get
his hair reattached!

It was late, so Jiang Xiaoshuai stayed at the clinic. They shared a bed for the night.

Wu Suowei turned to face Jiang Xiaoshuai, staring at him intently.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was sensitive enough to feel the heat of that stare, even with his eyes
closed.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked.

Wu Suowei’s voice was low, with a chill in his eyes. “No, just... wanted to look at you.”

Then he suddenly pulled Jiang Xiaoshuai into his arms and kissed him. At first it was
gentle, but when he felt Jiang Xiaoshuai not resisting, he deepened the kiss. Jiang
Xiaoshuai’s mouth wasn’t as hot as Chi Cheng’s—just warm and soft, surprisingly
comfortable.

As the kiss continued, Wu Suowei’s hand slid under Jiang Xiaoshuai’s shirt.

Jiang Xiaoshuai caught his hand and stared at him with a faint, cold glint.

“Missing him?” he asked bluntly.

Wu Suowei snorted, “Why would I miss him?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai playfully bit his forehead. “You worried he saw the poison and didn’t
blame Yue Yue—but actually shielded her?”

“I never expected him to get mad at her for it,” Wu Suowei replied calmly. “I just wanted
to alert him—get him to keep a close eye on Baby Two. I don’t want anything going
wrong before I take action. And with his personality, he wouldn’t confront Yue Yue over
some suspicious powder. He’s too steady. If he senses something, he’ll cut the tumor out
clean—no trace left.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai met Wu Suowei’s gaze and suddenly said:

“You can see right through him—but how are you still so blind to your own feelings?”

Wu Suowei didn’t get it.

“Do you know why you’re sleepless and frustrated?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei said nothing.

“You don’t care about Yue Yue anymore—or whether she’s his girlfriend. You know
perfectly well she’s doomed, title or not. You’re just using that relationship as a cover to
fool yourself. What you’re really struggling with—is Chi Cheng’s attitude. He’d rather
sacrifice his own feelings and stay with someone he doesn’t like, just to keep a batch of
snakes.”

“If Chi Cheng gave up those snakes, this battle would’ve been over. But he didn’t—he
made you go through hell, jump through hoops, just to get them back. That’s what eats
you up inside.”

“What really matters to you—is how important those snakes are to Chi Cheng.”

“What hurts—is how tightly he clings to that one attachment.”

Wu Suowei wanted to crack open Jiang Xiaoshuai’s skull and stir his brain—he was too
damn sharp!

CHAPITRE 96
When Chi Cheng received a call from Gangzi, he was driving a police car on patrol.

“There’s been a change. We’ve lost contact with that soldier who swapped the snakes,
and the caretakers have been replaced. I’m guessing something went wrong with the
snakes, and the military patched things up in time.”

Hearing such an exciting piece of news, Chi Cheng still drove at a steady and stable pace,
his eyes carefully scanning the road ahead without the slightest sign of distraction.

“Keep a close watch these next few days,” Chi Cheng said.

Gangzi sounded slightly excited. “This happened a few days earlier than I expected.
We’d only swapped a bit more than twenty snakes when they noticed something was off.
I thought it’d take at least fifty. The military’s surveillance—”

The call ended with the beeping sound. Gangzi shut his mouth helplessly.

As expected of the hang-up king—he wouldn’t even wait for me to finish talking before
ending such a big call.
…

Less than half an hour later, Wu Suowei also got the news.

“We’ve lost contact with that vendor. Went to his place and found everything moved out.
I’m guessing the guy’s trying to run. Something definitely went wrong on the military’s
side. I want to assign more people to keep watch near the road. Wu-ge, what do you
think?”

Wu Suowei said, “Handle it yourself! Don’t worry about the money—not a cent less.”

After hanging up, Wu Suowei had the same thought as Gangzi—things were moving
faster than expected.

How could it not be fast? Without discussing beforehand, both sides coincidentally had
the same idea—one side swapping, the other side also swapping—without interfering
with each other. So from just twenty-something snakes, the number quickly grew to fifty
or so. The snakes had been living peacefully together, but now that foreign forces had
suddenly invaded and were growing stronger, chaos broke out inside the snake
enclosures.

The group of snakes raised by Chi Cheng inherited their father’s temper: dare to steal my
territory? I’ll swallow you! At first, it was small-scale internal slaughter in one or two
boxes, but then it turned into a full-blown expulsion campaign. All the newly swapped-in
snakes were wiped out.

Dozens of snakes disappeared overnight, and the soldier in charge was instantly
dumbfounded.

Knowing he couldn’t cover it up, he had to report it immediately and was soon taken
away for investigation. His accomplice, the vendor, was waiting in a rental room but,
after not being contacted for a long time, realized something had gone wrong and packed
up to flee.

At this moment, Wu Suowei was hiding near Chi Cheng’s residence, just like he had
been for the past several days. He often saw Yue Yue coming and going, usually alone,
sometimes holding onto Chi Cheng’s arm.

Sometimes Wu Suowei would waver, thinking maybe he should just let the two of them
be! After all, Yue Yue was after Chi Cheng’s family background, and Chi Cheng treated
her as a cover—both were getting what they wanted. If he hadn’t meddled, maybe they’d
already be married, and Chi Cheng’s precious snakes would be back—wouldn’t that be
nice?

He had snakes. What was the point of making it hard for others?
But in the end, Wu Suowei couldn’t bring himself to walk away with such righteousness.

Maybe he was never a good person. Maybe he had this kind of flaw in his bones. Maybe
he was just stubborn. As long as this wasn’t finished, as long as his goal wasn’t reached,
even if it sickened him to keep going, he’d still keep going!

These days, Chi Cheng was uncharacteristically silent, like the calm before a storm. Two
large hands manipulating the storm clouds, waiting for the right time to gather them all
and unleash a torrential downpour.

Today, the sky was overcast—someone’s good days were over.

Chi Cheng casually strolled out of the stairwell, empty-handed. The golden glow of
sunset shone on his face and then reflected coldly onto Wu Suowei. Wu Suowei knew—
Chi Cheng was finally going to act. He was creating the illusion of going out alone, all to
lure someone into a trap.

Watching Chi Cheng’s car drive off, Wu Suowei’s heart tightened.

Chi Cheng drove aimlessly through the streets. At first, he planned to circle around the
area so he’d be nearby when it was time to “collect the body.” But the farther he drove,
the closer he got to the clinic.

To expose a thin layer of lies, he had left Wu Suowei hanging for five days.

That was his style—eliminating all distractions to focus entirely on his goal, easily
slipping into a vacuum-like state. These past five days, he hadn’t contacted Wu Suowei
once—not a call, not a message. But the saying “The journey of a hundred miles is only
halfway at ninety” wasn’t a joke. Just when it was almost over, the string holding Chi
Cheng’s mind together snapped at the worst possible moment.

Suddenly, he really wanted to see that little bald head.

Even if it was just to drive past the clinic, glance inside quickly, and leave without saying
a word.

Wu Suowei guessed that Chi Cheng wouldn’t go far. While keeping an eye on the area,
his phone suddenly rang—it was Chi Cheng calling.

“I want to see you,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei’s heart skipped a beat. “Where are you?”

“In front of the clinic.”

Wu Suowei’s expression changed. What the hell was he doing at the clinic right now?
Did a donkey kick his brain? Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly saw two shady-
looking men sneaking into the stairwell and instinctively followed them.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Chi Cheng asked again.

Wu Suowei had no choice but to keep the act going. “I was just coming to find you—
about to arrive at your door.”

Looking up, he saw the two men picking the lock.

“Not good—something’s wrong!”

Saying this, Wu Suowei quickly stuffed the phone into his pocket and crept over.

Chi Cheng tried to call Wu Suowei again, but the call didn’t go through. His mind
exploded—his reason completely frozen. He made a sharp U-turn, the tires screeching,
and sped back like a flash.

“Liangzi, the snake’s here,” a voice called out.

Wu Suowei peeked in and saw a glass box on a cabinet containing a snake—it looked a
lot like Xiao Cu Bao, but from its eyes, Wu Suowei could tell it definitely wasn’t him. He
let out a big sigh of relief—Chi Cheng had swapped the snake after all. That made things
easier to handle.

The young man named Liangzi held a bamboo stick—the ideal snake-whacking tool:
flexible and strong. The other guy, Er Hui, had a knife, ready to cut the snake once it was
beaten enough and take half of it for cash.

They tried to carry the glass box out to kill the snake outside where it would be easier.
But the box was wedged into the cabinet and couldn’t be moved. The material was hard,
and they had nothing to break it with. Left with no choice, they began picking the lock
and prepared to strike once it opened.

A moment later, the snake slithered out.

Er Hui gave Liangzi a look. Liangzi’s pupils darkened, and he raised the bamboo stick,
striking at the snake’s neck. He missed slightly—didn’t knock the snake out but enraged
it instead. It hissed and lunged at Liangzi’s ankle. Er Hui shouted a warning. Liangzi
dodged, then furiously swung at the snake again. The snake twisted wildly on the ground,
mouth wide open, eyes glowing coldly.

Wu Suowei decided it was time and charged in.

“What are you doing?!”

Panicked, Er Hui slashed at the snake’s neck with the knife.

And then—something went wrong.

It was a wild snake—its vitality and explosive power were beyond belief. Even after
being cut, the head shot forward like an arrow and bit down—it wouldn’t let go. Xiao Cu
Bao was non-venomous, but this one wasn’t. The venom surged out in its final struggle.
Half of Er Hui’s body went numb.

Liangzi tried to flee but didn’t want to leave Er Hui behind. He got into a scuffle with Wu
Suowei.

Wu Suowei was barehanded, while Liangzi had the bamboo stick—it hurt like hell when
it struck. But Wu Suowei had to hold on to earn credit. He grabbed Liangzi’s throat,
kneed his stomach, bones cracking loudly—neither giving an inch.

He got struck again. Wu Suowei bared his teeth in pain, then remembered his famous
iron headbutt—he slammed his head into Liangzi’s chest. Liangzi was knocked flying
and crashed beside Er Hui.

Er Hui was still holding the knife.

The impact made Wu Suowei dizzy too. Before he could recover, Liangzi, eyes
bloodshot, lunged again—the poisoned knife pointed at his face. Wu Suowei desperately
grabbed his wrist to stop the blade.

Seconds passed. Liangzi didn’t let up. Wu Suowei held tight, sweat dripping into his
shirt.

Suddenly, Liangzi’s eyes turned red, and the knife shifted.

A howl ripped through the air. Wu Suowei looked down—Liangzi was rolling on the
ground, clutching his foot. In a freak accident, his own knife had sliced his tendon.

One poisoned, one crippled—neither could escape.

“Who told you to do this?” Chi Cheng asked.

Even now, Liangzi and Er Hui were still hoping for the remaining payment—neither
spoke.

Chi Cheng walked to Er Hui, pressing his shoe against the man’s head.

“Use my money to treat your injury, or use her money to buy your coffin—you choose.”
Er Hui’s dark lips moved but no words came. Liangzi couldn’t hold it anymore and
confessed through tears.

“Your girlfriend—she couldn’t stand that snake you kept.”

In that moment, Wu Suowei felt all the strength drain from his body.

Chi Cheng called Gangzi and told him to deal with the two men.

Then, with a cold expression, he walked over to Wu Suowei and pulled him into his
arms, gently rubbing the back of his head, trying to calm the fear in his heart.

Just as Wu Suowei regained his senses, he heard Chi Cheng’s deep voice fall from above.

“You were the one who threw out that packet of medicine in the bathroom, weren’t you?”

His body froze. His mind went blank.

CHAPTER 97
The air in the room froze for several minutes. Chi Cheng reached out to wipe the dirt off
Wu Suowei's face, but as soon as he raised his hand, Wu Suowei shuddered with fear, his
lips trembling like a generator.

"I don't blame you. Why are you so scared?"

A stream of cold sweat streamed down Wu Suowei's forehead. "Why didn't you tell me
earlier? I'm so scared!"

"But your behavior really annoys me."

Chi Cheng's tone shifted, and Wu Suowei's heart sank again.

"When did you find out?"

"When I called you just now," Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei's throat tightened. "Since you know I did it on purpose, why are you rushing
back in such a hurry?"

"What do you think?" Chi Cheng asked quietly.

Wu Suowei moved his lips, but no words came out.

One moment, there was an eerie silence; the next, there was thunder and lightning.

"If I'd been a fucking bit later, you'd be dead right here today!"

Chi Cheng's eyes were red as he roared at Wu Suowei. Wu Suowei remained silent, a hint
of mist at the corners of his eyes.

"Can you live without your two cunning tricks? Can you live without those little tricks?
Will I like you any less if you don't play the game of saving the beautiful woman? Will I
feel any less sorry for you if you don't take a punch, don't suffer a little? If you like to
torment and abuse yourself, come to me next time and I'll give you enough fun!"

Chi Cheng's words were particularly harsh, and Wu Suowei's heart skipped a beat.

After calming his anger, Chi Cheng looked at Wu Suowei again. He looked listless, like a
sick little snake. His heart softened, and he placed a large hand on the back of his head,
pulling him into his arms. Wu Suowei's neck was stiff, and he refused to come over. Chi
Cheng exerted a great deal of strength, finally squeezing him into his arms.

"Gangzi, I'm really worried," Chi Cheng said, a rare soft word.

Wu Suowei paused, then said, "That packet of medicine was meant to hint at you, not to
harm the little jealous girl."

"I know," Chi Cheng said flatly. "How did you discover she had such ill intentions?"

Naturally, Wu Suowei couldn't tell the truth at a time like this.

"I guess," Wu Suowei said. "No one can tolerate their lover sharing a bed with another
living thing, even if it's just an animal."

"What about you?" Chi Cheng asked again.

Wu Suowei's expression froze for a moment, then he quickly smiled. "You have to ask
yourself that question. The one the little jealous girl wants to share a bed with is me, not
you."

The mischievous smile tickled Chi Cheng's heart. Seeing Wu Suowei turn to leave, she
hooked her strong fingers around his waistband.

"Go take a shower. I'm covered in dirt."

Wu Suowei said, "I'll go back and wash."

Chi Cheng completely ignored his words and carried him into the bathroom by the
waistband. "Take off your clothes. I'll see if you're injured," Chi Cheng said.
Wu Suowei could feel at least two bloody wounds on his back without even having to
take them off. But under Chi Cheng's intense gaze, he stripped down to his shorts, facing
Chi Cheng. There were no visible scars, just a few scratches on his knees.

Would Chi Cheng let him fool him? A large hand yanked him in front of him. Right
under his eyelids, a bloody mark stretched from the back of his neck to his left scapula.
There was another on his waist, running diagonally down into his shorts. The two bloody
marks, one above and one below, formed the shape of the Chinese character "人".

His throat felt constricted, as if the two sticks were hitting him right in the heart.

Wu Suowei actually laughed fearlessly.

Chi Cheng said unkindly, "You're still laughing?"

His expression was beaming, his eyes radiating with charm.

"Seeing you in pain is such a delight."

The words hit Chi Cheng like a hammer, leaving him dizzy and unable to get angry.

"Then I'll let you have your pleasure again," Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei tried to dodge but didn't have time. The next second, rough fingertips rubbed
the injured area twice, causing Wu Suowei to cry out in pain. Chi Cheng cooperated with
a pang of pain, then continued to poke at his sore spot, watching him grimace and beg for
mercy.

"Have you seen enough?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei nodded quickly. "Enough, enough."

This time, he had truly had his pleasure.

Chi Cheng chuckled twice and turned to fill the bathtub. Wu Suowei retaliated by
pinching his firm buttocks twice.

After settling into the tub, Chi Cheng seriously asked Wu Suowei, "Does it hurt?"

Wu Suowei sat cross-legged between his legs, his back facing him, and muttered, "It's
okay."

Chi Cheng's clammy arms encircled Wu Suowei, rubbing the foam in his hands all over
Wu Suowei's face.
"Don't do that again, okay?"

Wu Suowei suddenly remembered that it might happen again in the next couple of days,
so he simply kept quiet.

Chi Cheng's thick palm gently slid across Wu Suowei's bald head, and he said in a deep
voice, "What you've done for me has nothing to do with whether I like you or not. Even if
you spent all day eating sunflower seeds and basking in the sun doing nothing, I would
still like you."

Wu Suowei deliberately asked, "If I lied to you, cheated on you, tricked you, and played
tricks on you, would you still like me?"

"Then I'd like you even more," Chi Cheng said faintly.

Wu Suowei's thick, glossy black eyelashes trembled twice. "Why?"

Chi Cheng sneered, "Because then, I can fuck you with a clear conscience."

Wu Suowei bit Chi Cheng's head fiercely twice.

Then, their eyes met, their eyelids slowly falling shut with a strong desire for each other.
Chi Cheng rolled his tongue around Wu Suowei's, and the emptiness and loneliness of the
past few days was instantly filled. His heart was instantly full, and his blood was boiling.

Wu Suowei was held under Chi Cheng's armpits, every inch of his skin being carefully
rubbed and massaged. He closed his eyes slightly in pleasure, and his breath tickled Chi
Cheng's crotch.

Chi Cheng put his mouth to Wu Suowei's ear and whispered, "I've been missing your big
ass these past few days."

Oh... if it weren't for those last four words, how much more excited Wu Suowei would
have been.

Chi Cheng held Wu Suowei's waist, sucked and caressed his nipples, gently teasing them.

Wu Suowei moaned in pleasure, his knees rubbing against Chi Cheng's crotch.

"Did you miss me?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei replied honestly, "Yes."

Chi Cheng smiled a very manly smile and asked, "What did you miss?"
"Everywhere."

Continuing, "Which one did you miss the most?"

Wu Suowei glanced at Chi Cheng, but refused to say.

Chi Cheng, completely captivated by Wu Suowei's gaze, pushed him down into the
bathtub, licking his neck with his tongue, kneading his breasts with his large hands, and
rubbing his huge penis between his legs, causing Wu Suowei's waist to tremble and he
could no longer bear it.

"I've never wanted to sleep with someone so much," Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei pried open his eyelids and replied, breathless, "Your way of expressing love
is... so... freaking... straightforward."

Chi Cheng smiled, "We're both men, how could I fool you with some sweet talk?"

Wu Suowei kicked Chi Cheng with his foot.

Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei's ankles, pulled his feet out of the water, spread his toes,
and licked the cracks between them while teasing Wu Suowei with his eyes. Wu Suowei's
chest flushed red, his lips parted slightly, and his hands groped in the water until he
finally found the thick stick. He grasped it with difficulty and rubbed it clumsily.

Chi Cheng's sensual, ragged gasps erupted from his chest, and he mumbled, "Dabao."

Wu Suowei squinted his eyes, a drunken expression on his face. Suddenly, a cold
sensation gathered at the base of his neck, and he shuddered, waves of water spreading
across his upper abdomen.

Scraping aside the foam, he saw the jealous old man, who had turned danger into safety,
coiled tightly around his erect penis.

Chi Chenghu glared fiercely, scooped up his son, and angrily scolded him.

"Those two men should have strangled you to death!"

...

Two days had passed since the incident when Chi Yuanduan received the call.
"Brother, I'm so sorry. I didn't keep an eye on the snakes, and they rebelled, swallowing
dozens of them."

Chi Yuanduan's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "How did they get
swallowed?"

"I guess it's because of the climate and environment. It's the changing seasons, and there's
so much mixed species, and keeping them together like this without professional care, it's
easy for problems to arise. Should we... try moving them somewhere else?"

Chi Yuanduan was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll have someone drive up tomorrow
to get them. Tell the security guard in advance."

He hung up, a heavy heart.

As Chi Cheng's father, how could he not know what his son was thinking? Chi Yuanduan
had no hope of Chi Cheng ever entering a normal relationship. He just wanted him to go
through this routine of life properly, without any major mishaps.

He called his subordinates late at night.

"Send a few more people over there to get the snake out before dawn. Remember, don't
make a sound."

"Okay, I understand."

...

Even at this hour, Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng were still arguing in bed.

Chi Cheng was playing with the little wooden egg again, and Wu Suowei was deeply
displeased, having spent most of the night fiddling with it.

"You don't have to throw it away, but can you put it away?"

Chi Cheng reached down and said quietly, "If you let me feel the real thing every day, I'll
put this fake away."

Wu Suowei wasn't necessarily arguing about this; he had a plan in mind. If there was any
news from the area, he had to go and take care of it himself. So he wanted to tire Chi
Cheng out, drive him into a slump, and coax him into a cozy state, so he could withdraw.
In fact, Chi Cheng had the same idea.

If Wu Suowei slept any longer at this hour, he'd be sound asleep by the time Chi Cheng
was ready to leave.
Seeing it was almost time, Chi Cheng coaxed, "Alright, alright, I'll put it away. Go to
sleep."

Before Wu Suowei closed his eyes, he suddenly blurted out.

"Actually, I really do love you."

With that, he quickly turned over, his back to Chi Cheng, his heart pounding, and he
couldn't fall asleep at all.

Chi Cheng, also perked up, hugged Wu Suowei from behind, and waited comfortably for
him to drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER 98
Around four in the morning, the phone suddenly rang. Wu Suowei’s half-closed eyes
snapped open.

Chi Cheng’s arm was wrapped around Wu Suowei. Feeling his heartbeat speed up, he
gently stroked Wu Suowei’s chest a few times and reassured him, “It’s nothing, it’s my
phone. Go back to sleep.”

With that, he took his phone and walked out.

“There’s movement here. Gangzi and the others saw six trucks drive into the base. The
cargo compartments were sealed, so we couldn’t tell how many people were inside. I’m
guessing those are the trucks meant to transport the snakes. Should take about half an
hour to load them up. We’re hiding in two rundown houses about a mile away, and
there’s another group stationed at the roadside. Once the trucks come out, we’ll make our
move.”

Chi Cheng’s eyes darkened. “I’ll be there right away. Be careful.”

He hung up the phone.

Wu Suowei was lying still in bed. Chi Cheng sat down beside him and gently stroked his
shaved head for a while, a touch of heartache appearing at the corner of his eyes. Dabao,
you’ve endured so much for so long. When I return, I’ll clean up all these eyesores and
give you the rightful place you deserve.

Hearing the door close, Wu Suowei sat up in bed.

So early—where was Chi Cheng going?

Could it be that Chi Yuanduan sensed something was off and urgently called his son back
for a talk? If that were true, that would be great. If Chi Cheng could get Chi Yuanduan’s
support, things would be a lot easier for Wu Suowei. Either way, as long as Chi Cheng
wasn’t around, it would be easier to distance himself from the snake plot.

With that thought, he quickly got dressed and got out of bed.

Just as he was about to leave, his phone rang.

“Wu-ge, Gangzi and Er Mazi called and said they saw a non-military truck entering the
base. They suspect that’s the one coming to load the snakes. We’re squatting at the
southeast intersection. If the truck comes this way, should we make a move?”

Wu Suowei stepped out the door with long strides and calmly said, “Keep observing,
don’t act rashly. I’m on my way.”

As dawn broke, a truck slowly drove out from the base. Inside the cargo compartment
were over twenty glass boxes, along with about a dozen officers, lying around drowsily.
Instead of heading straight for the highway, the truck turned onto a small road heading
southeast.

A sharp braking sound shattered the early morning silence.

The cargo compartment shook violently. The glass boxes collided, producing a chaotic
noise that jolted several dozing officers awake. A tense atmosphere spread through the
truck, and the officers exchanged glances, all on high alert.

Soon, sounds of fighting came from outside.

“Not good—someone’s hijacking the truck! You two stay up here and keep watch. The
rest, come with me!”

The rear door was slammed open. A dozen trained officers jumped out, wielding batons.
Outside, another dozen people were already in position. The front of the truck was badly
smashed, the windshield shattered all over the ground. The two drivers were surrounded
in the middle. The scene was utter chaos.

It was still barely light out. The officers were all in plain clothes, while the attackers were
dressed entirely in black. They were also well-trained. In fact, there were two groups
wearing black, but their sleeve patterns were different. Gangzi had only brought four or
five people. As for the other six or seven who suddenly appeared, there was no time to
figure that out—dealing with the officers came first.
A long SUV stopped at the intersection. A lean man stepped out unhurriedly and quietly
joined the fight. His movements were lightning-fast—grabbing one officer by the hair
and yanking hard. The officer screamed and rolled twice on the ground. Without even
looking, the man kicked another officer square in the chest, sending him flying back into
the truck. The baton flew over ten meters away.

Gangzi caught sight of the man and felt a jolt in his chest—Guo Chengyu?!

In truth, Wu Suowei’s group had been lying in wait the entire time. No one had planned
more shrewdly than him. From the moment Jiang Xiaoshuai went to Guo Chengyu asking
for snakes, Wu Suowei had expected Guo to become suspicious and was sure he’d try to
interfere. So, Wu Suowei’s real goal in coming here was not a head-on fight—but to pick
up the spoils.

What he didn’t expect was that Chi Cheng would come too.

Another vehicle screeched to a stop. A cold, imposing figure emerged, his gaze slicing
through the crowd. A baton came down toward him—he dodged easily, then drove his
knee into the officer’s stomach.

The officer collapsed like a cooked shrimp, gagging violently. Another one took a kick to
the chin, fell flat on his back, and blacked out.

Guo Chengyu spotted Chi Cheng, and Chi Cheng, of course, also noticed him.

The two wordlessly began cooperating, as if it had all been arranged beforehand.

Soon, Wu Suowei arrived too—along with reinforcements summoned by the two officers
hiding in the truck. A dozen half-asleep criminal police, hair messy and eyes bleary,
rushed to the scene.

Another fight broke out.

Wu Suowei reunited with his men and asked the leader, “Did Guo Chengyu show up?”

“He did,” the man replied. “That’s his car.”

Wu Suowei followed the man’s gaze—only to first spot Chi Cheng’s car.

Why is Chi Cheng here?!

Wu Suowei’s body trembled. His eyes darted toward the fighting.

An officer’s baton silently struck toward Chi Cheng’s ribs—but Chi Cheng suddenly
vanished with a sidestep.
The officer was stunned. “Where’d he go?!”

A terrifying voice spoke from behind him.

“Here.”

Before the officer could even turn his head, Chi Cheng grabbed him by the neck and
slammed the back of his head into the ground with a loud thud. His brain fired emergency
signals—everything went black.

Wu Suowei witnessed the whole thing—his chest burned with heat.

Chi Cheng is so damn cool! After knowing him so long, this was the first time Wu
Suowei was actually swooning over him.

“Wu-ge, your friend’s here.”

Wu Suowei turned his head and was shocked to see Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“What are you doing here?”

“Watching the fun,” Jiang said, throwing an arm around Wu Suowei’s shoulders.

Wu Suowei shouted anxiously, “What are you doing sticking your nose in?! Go home
now, can’t you see—”

“Eh?” Jiang interrupted. “Why is Chi Cheng here?”

Wu Suowei’s throat tightened. How should I know?!

The officers were being beaten to a pulp. The ones still standing took the chance to slip
away. The truck’s rear door was busted open, and the two officers inside were dragged
out. All that remained were twenty-plus glass boxes—and two opposing factions staring
each other down.

“Grab them!”

At the command, the formerly allied groups instantly turned on each other.

Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu stood still like statues, staring at each other over the fallen
officers.

In the next second, one unconscious officer got a boot to the crotch and screamed back to
life.

Above his head were four tangled legs and a rain of fists.
With the chaos escalating, Wu Suowei knew he couldn’t just sit and watch. He raised his
hand and shouted, “Go!”

These were professional fighters Wu Suowei had hired at high prices—though not as
sharp as bodyguards with long-term training, they were strong. The only problem was—
they didn’t know who to hit.

“Wu-ge, who exactly are we fighting?”

Wu Suowei’s eyes widened. “Duh, Guo Chengyu’s group!”

“I know that, but which ones are his guys?!”

Wu Suowei looked around and froze. Crap—they’re all wearing black, only the sleeve
patterns are different. And Wu Suowei… is colorblind.

“Just go by feel!”

So, seven or eight confused guys charged into the mess.

The fight had been evenly matched, but with these clueless newcomers kicking at
random, everything turned chaotic. Gangzi realized they were running out of time.
Getting the snakes out was the top priority. Li Wang also noticed, and the two started
grappling by the truck again.

Jiang Xiaoshuai casually pulled out some sunflower seeds, handed some to Wu Suowei,
and the two sat watching the chaos while snacking.

Wu Suowei crossed his legs and watched the two men fight, unable to help praising them.

“Didn’t expect Guo-zi to be this good.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai raised an eyebrow. “He’s a fifth-dan black belt in karate.”

“Tsk tsk…” Wu Suowei spat out the shell with a smile. “Showing off, are we?”

“Why would I show off for him?” Jiang’s handsome face was full of disdain.

Wu Suowei’s phone rang—it was the other group.

“Come on in,” Wu Suowei said.

After hanging up, he patted Jiang Xiaoshuai on the chest and grinned wickedly. “Sorry
about your Guo-zi, I’m off to steal snakes.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai kicked him on the butt.

At this moment, Wu Suowei’s reinforcements found their place. Outnumbered, Guo
Chengyu’s side began to suffer. But his men were fearless, taking punches and kicks just
to break into the truck and grab the snakes.

Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu were still locked in fierce combat—years of pent-up
resentment erupting in a violent clash.

Suddenly, Wu Suowei led another group into the fray.

Gangzi’s eyes lit up and he grinned at Li Wang. “Now we’ve got help. Let’s focus on
beating Guo Chengyu’s lot.”

Chi Cheng’s pupils darkened. Why is he here?!

A moment of distraction—Guo Chengyu landed a punch on Chi Cheng’s brow.

Wu Suowei didn’t dare look at Chi Cheng. He led his people straight to the truck.

The two men’s battle reached a fever pitch. Chi Cheng seized the upper hand, aiming a
fatal strike at Guo Chengyu’s face. But as he looked into Guo’s bloodshot eyes… he
froze.

Their gazes tangled—six years of unresolved emotion crackled between them.

After a moment, Guo’s shoulder loosened. He tilted his chin, signaling Chi Cheng to look
behind him.

Chi Cheng turned—and his pupils contracted.

“Dabao! Watch out for the yellow python behind you!”

Wu Suowei finally noticed the snake crate had come open. Four or five pythons had
crawled out—all different colors. But Wu Suowei couldn’t tell which one was yellow—
they all looked yellow.

As he hesitated, one ferocious yellow python lunged at him and wrapped tightly around
his neck.

A suffocating pain surged through his throat. Wu Suowei’s face turned purple and he
collapsed.

The chaotic battlefield instantly fell silent.

No one moved. No one dared.

That snake was Chi Cheng’s deadliest one—caught during a trip abroad with Wang Shuo,
even before he got Xiao Cu Bao. It was his most trusted beast—and now, it wanted Wu
Suowei’s life.

CHAPTER 99
Wu Suowei felt as if he had fallen into a narrow ice hole, his entire body embedded
inside, unable to move. The ice around him gathered more and more, freezing thicker and
harder. His chest was compressed so tightly he couldn’t breathe properly. The suffocation
grew worse and worse; his vision shifted between clarity and blur. In a daze, he heard
footsteps approaching. He flailed his hands across the ground but couldn’t find anything
to hold onto.

By the time Chi Cheng rushed over, the yellow python’s bloody maw had already
clamped down on Wu Suowei’s neck, and he had fallen unconscious. Because of his love
for snakes, Chi Cheng never removed their fangs, even from venomous ones. The
python’s teeth were like razors, embedded in Wu Suowei’s neck, leaving a row of bloody
marks without even needing to bite hard.

“Da Huanglong, loosen your mouth.”

Chi Cheng’s hands clamped around the python’s belly as he repeatedly issued low,
commanding orders, attempting to subdue it.

Unexpectedly, the long separation between Chi Cheng and the snake had weakened its
recognition of his voice. On top of that, after being in such a hostile environment for so
long, it had grown unusually irritable and aggressive.

A mouthful of blood sprayed from Wu Suowei’s lips.

Chi Cheng’s chest ached as if it were being torn apart.

Soft tactics were useless now — it was time for force.

Chi Cheng gripped the snake’s “three-inch”—the spot just below the tongue—tight with
both hands, forcing its mouth open to free Wu Suowei’s neck. Normally, when a python
is attacked, it shifts targets quickly and wraps around the assailant. But this python
fixated on Wu Suowei. No matter how Chi Cheng provoked it, it only tightened further
around Wu Suowei.

Jiang Xiaoshuai came running in a panic. Seeing the scene, he made to rush over.

Guo Chengyu suddenly appeared and grabbed him.

“Don’t go. It’s too dangerous.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai roared in frustration.

“If none of you fucking save him, and I still don’t go, Da Wei will be dead!”

Guo Chengyu barked back with a dark expression.

“You going over won’t help! This isn’t a joke!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai struggled with all his might, but Guo Chengyu held him in an
unshakable grip.

Chi Cheng twisted the snake’s neck with one hand and pressed its belly with the other,
trying to pry the coils off Wu Suowei. But the python was dead set on killing him, and its
constriction and explosive strength were terrifying — even Chi Cheng’s strength couldn’t
budge it an inch.

In that moment, he bitterly regretted training the snake to be this fierce.

Jiang Xiaoshuai, eyes bloodshot, yelled at Chi Cheng.

“If you don’t fucking kill it now, Da Wei’s gonna stop breathing!”

Just then, someone tossed a knife near Chi Cheng’s feet.

Seven years had passed since they first encountered the snake in the forest. Its eyes had
always been this sharp. Back then, Wang Shuo liked to hang it around his neck. After he
went abroad, it was passed to Chi Cheng — and stayed around his neck for six years.

It was the god of the snake fighting ring, adored by snake lovers, Chi Cheng’s joy during
idle hours, and the pride that coiled around his heart. For so many years, beneath one
snake, above all others.

Second by second, time ticked by. Suddenly, Wu Suowei opened his eyes.

They were vacant and unfocused, as if forcibly pried open. The usual brightness in his
eyes had completely vanished.

Chi Cheng’s heart jolted. He grabbed the knife and roared.

Blood sprayed everywhere.

Guo Chengyu, watching from a distance, visibly flinched.

Chi Cheng carried Wu Suowei and ran toward the car. Guo Chengyu reached it first,
opened the door, and said calmly, “Use this one. I’ll drive.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai climbed in behind them.

Wu Suowei’s face was ashen, his neck a mess of torn flesh and blood. The prolonged
suffocation had damaged his chest organs. His chest was bruised purple, blood foam
bubbled from his mouth, and his consciousness was dim.

Chi Cheng held him in his arms, clearing the mess from his mouth. Jiang Xiaoshuai tore
his shirt into strips and tightly wrapped Wu Suowei’s neck to stop the bleeding.

Wu Suowei’s eyelids drooped weakly, his breath shallow and fading, vital signs
dangerously low.

Chi Cheng’s expression was steady, his gaze unflinching, not outwardly panicked. But
Jiang Xiaoshuai clearly saw — his hands were trembling, uncontrollably, and the shaking
only worsened as Wu Suowei’s eyes dimmed.

“Baobao, wake up, don’t fall asleep.”

“Baby, be good, hold on just a bit longer, we’re almost at the hospital.”

“Weiwei, open your eyes, look at me, Weiwei…”

Chi Cheng kept calling to bring back his consciousness, not wanting him to slip into a
deep coma. Jiang Xiaoshuai also rubbed Wu Suowei’s hand, urgently calling his name,
his voice thick with fear and unease.

Guo Chengyu glanced in the rearview mirror and suddenly muttered, “Doesn’t look like
he’s gonna make it.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai snapped, “What the fuck did you just say?” That was exactly what he
feared hearing. Guo Chengyu had to say that now? Asking to get punched?

Chi Cheng felt his arm growing heavier. In desperation, he shoved his hand under the
blanket — and pinched Wu Suowei’s testicles hard.

Sharp, unbearable pain — the kind only men know — magnified by Chi Cheng’s grip
like steel pliers. The agony was beyond words.

A jolt of pain surged to Wu Suowei’s brain. His eyelids fluttered open a crack, tears
forcing their way out.

Chi Cheng’s eyes turned red too, but he had to stay firm in front of Wu Suowei’s fading
gaze.
“Baobao, I don’t care if it hurts. You’d better hang on, you hear me?”

Wu Suowei’s body had long given up; only sheer willpower held him up. His pupils
bulged; exhaustion overtook him. His eyelids drooped again.

Chi Cheng gritted his teeth and pinched again. Then again. Wu Suowei’s face twisted in
pain. If he hadn’t been so weak, he’d have cursed already. What the fuck are you doing
— saving me or killing me?

“There’s phlegm stuck in his throat,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Chi Cheng lowered his head and sucked it out by mouth, several times, until it was
cleared.

“Baobao, where’s that fire you had when you threw porridge at me? Where’s that crazy
guts you had when you said you wanted to fuck me? Show me, let me see it! I love you
even when you’re wild and dumb — but if you chicken out now, all my care for you is
wasted!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai felt a bitter ache in his heart. At death’s door, to have someone who
could hold back panic and speak such words — what a blessing that must be.

So, he joined in, leaving all hesitation behind.

“Da Wei, think of your 600,000 yuan! Your secret stash! You forgot? You lost over
100,000 getting that snake out! That’s over 100k! You know how many spicy hotpot
meals that buys? How many sugar figures? How many leather belts? How many rich
boys you could hook? … You really gonna let that trafficker take it all?”

It was truly a disciple’s intuition — Jiang Xiaoshuai’s words hit Wu Suowei right in the
heart. His eyes slowly rolled around as if starting to count on his broken mental abacus.

Guo Chengyu, listening in front, cracked a smile. These two were ridiculous!

In the station waiting hall, a middle-aged man carrying a massive backpack glanced
around nervously. Only five minutes left until boarding. Once he got through the gate and
onto the train, he could finally relax.

“Train T189 is now boarding. Passengers please have your tickets ready and prepare to
enter.”

The vendor moved forward anxiously in the line. Every step closer to the gate made his
heartbeat faster. Finally, the ticket reached the inspector. A three-second pause — and a
nod. He hurried through toward the platform.
“Mister, please wait a moment.”

The sudden voice from behind made the vendor panic. He instinctively quickened his
pace.

“Hey! You in front! Yes, you with the big bag!”

Just as he was about to run, a firm grip landed on his shoulder. He stiffened and slowly
turned around — only to see two sharp uniforms.

“Sir, where exactly were you trying to go?”

The vendor’s lips trembled, unable to speak.

“Let’s go!”

The cold snap of handcuffs shattered his dreams of fortune.

Gangzi, along with several others, was cleaning the scene and returning the snakes. After
a full day’s work without even a sip of water, his phone rang again.

“So fast?” Gangzi muttered.

The phone he was holding belonged to those two men who had tried to harm Xiao Cu
Bao. It had a temporary SIM card and only one number stored. Whenever it rang, it had
to be from that person.

“Hello? What the hell are you two doing?” A sharp female voice came through. “I’ve
been trying to reach you since last night! Why the hell is this taking so long?”

Gangzi remained silent.

“Well? Is it done or not? Speak!”

Gangzi replied, “It’s done.”

“Bring it over, now. I need to see its body with my own eyes before I can feel at ease.”

After hanging up, Yue Yue frowned. Something didn’t feel right… but she couldn’t put
her finger on it.

Forty minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

“Who is it?” Yue Yue asked cautiously.

“The guy you owe money to,” Gangzi replied.

Yue Yue clutched the cash tightly and crept toward the door.

“You brought the snake?”

Gangzi’s voice was calm. “I brought it.”

Yue Yue cracked the door and looked down — no box. Then looked up — his hands
were empty. Finally, she raised her head, and froze.

Gangzi smiled politely, voice as calm and courteous as ever.

“Sister Yue — sorry for the trouble.”

CHAPTER 100
After everything fell apart, when Yue Yue saw Zhong Wenyu again, she couldn’t bring
herself to smile at all.

“Auntie, actually I’m quite afraid of snakes. I’ve been holding it in all this time for Chi
Cheng’s sake. I also like little pets. I’ve raised cats and dogs before, so I know how it
feels when a pet dies. But I really had no choice. Since I got back from the business trip,
I’ve already been to the hospital three times. Look at these papers.”

Yue Yue took a medical record booklet out of her bag. It clearly recorded the doctor’s
diagnosis of her phobia.

“Last time I went on a business trip with him, he went out in the middle of the night to
make a call and talked for almost the whole night. I was left alone in the room with the
snake. I don’t even know how I provoked it. It suddenly lunged at me and tightly
wrapped around me. The bruise on my neck hasn’t faded yet.” As she spoke, she pointed
it out to Zhong Wenyu.

After hearing these tearful complaints, Zhong Wenyu naturally felt full of sympathy for
Yue Yue.

“I understand you. I’m afraid of snakes too. I get goosebumps just seeing them. Because
of that, I don’t even dare go see my son casually. Every time I step into his room, I feel
extremely suffocated. My son has never suffered anything since he was little, and now
just to keep a pet, he has to live in such a shabby basement. What did we work hard for
all these years for?”
Yue Yue grasped Zhong Wenyu’s hand and forced out a smile.

“Auntie, I’m fine now. Talking to you has really made me feel much better. Please don’t
tell Chi Cheng I came to see you. I don’t want him to think I’m talking behind his back.”

“But I still need to talk to him.” Zhong Wenyu was firm. “We have to have a proper
conversation.”

“Auntie, please don’t. This is all my fault. I came to you because I feel guilty. Please
don’t start a conflict with Chi Cheng over this.”

Zhong Wenyu’s expression hardened. “What fault do you have? If it were me, I would’ve
gotten rid of that snake too. Honestly, are we supposed to ruin our lives over a snake?”

Yue Yue pleaded bitterly, “Auntie, don’t go. If he insists on breaking up, you won’t be
able to stop him. It’s okay. Even if we break up, I’ll still come visit you often. I just don’t
know… if I go shopping with you again, will you still accept gifts from me…” As she
spoke, tears began to fall again.

Zhong Wenyu stroked Yue Yue’s hair lovingly, her gaze resolute.

“Don’t worry. Auntie will definitely demand an explanation for you.”

Yue Yue still wanted to say more, but Zhong Wenyu cut her off directly.

“Auntie’s going out to buy groceries. We’ll eat here tonight.”

Yue Yue quickly stood up. “I have something on tonight. I don’t want to trouble you.”

Zhong Wenyu insisted repeatedly. Yue Yue felt too embarrassed to refuse again and
finally nodded in agreement.

In another room, Chi Jiali was coaxing the two kids to sleep. Now that they were asleep
and Zhong Wenyu had gone out, she stood at the doorway with her hair loose, and gave
Yue Yue a cold sneer.

“Wow. Only picking the soft ones to bully.”

Yue Yue hid her own guilty conscience and forced an innocent look.

“Sis, what are you talking about?”

Chi Jiali casually clipped her hair up. That cold and elegant aura came out effortlessly.
“In the three realms of immortals, humans, and demons, even among demons there are
ranks. Not to mention that between us stands a ‘human.’ Where exactly does your ‘sister’
title come from?”

Yue Yue’s face stiffened. Her hands trembled, and she couldn’t say a single word.

After sleeping a whole day and night in the ICU, Wu Suowei finally woke up.

Chi Cheng had gone out with the doctor. In the room, only Jiang Xiaoshuai was watching
over him. Although he had been forcibly dragged home by Guo Chengyu last night, Jiang
Xiaoshuai hadn’t slept a wink. Now he was sporting two dark circles and yawning
constantly.

Wu Suowei croaked out, “Xiaoshuai.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai perked up and quickly leaned over to him.

“You’re awake? How are you feeling? Suffocated? In pain? Want water? Should I get
your attending doctor?”

Wu Suowei’s hand, still with a tube attached, fumbled until it caught Jiang Xiaoshuai’s
hand.

Jiang Xiaoshuai saw the dull light in Wu Suowei’s eyes and felt a bitter ache in his heart.
He asked gently again, “Are you feeling awful? Hey… whenever you had a headache or
fever, you used to whine like crazy. Let alone now, being in this state.”

Wu Suowei moved his lips, forcing out a few strained words.

“Did they catch the vendor?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s temple twitched. All this time and he was still worried about that
money.

“Don’t worry. They caught him yesterday.”

Wu Suowei instantly perked up and asked eagerly, “Did I get my money back?”

“What do you think? He took Chi Cheng’s money too. You think he’d dare not hand it
over? I snooped around a bit. Your verified property loss is 200,000. Man, you really
made a profit.”

Wu Suowei felt secretly pleased but put on a solemn face.

“Could be better.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t know whether to laugh or not.

With that worry gone, Wu Suowei finally remembered Chi Cheng.

“Where is he?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “Just stepped out with the doctor, probably discussing your
condition.”

“Oh right, what’s my current situation?” He finally remembered to ask.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face turned grim. “You’re done for.”

Wu Suowei got anxious. The pain tugged at his injured chest and his face contorted in
agony.

“Hey, just kidding!” Jiang Xiaoshuai quickly comforted him. “You’ve got a fractured
costal cartilage and some external injuries on your neck. No big deal. Just rest for a
month and you’ll be fine.”

Wu Suowei was relieved. After talking so much, he felt thirsty and asked Jiang Xiaoshuai
for some water.

As Jiang Xiaoshuai poured the water, he said, “You really see who cares about you in
tough times. You didn’t see the look on Mr. Fierce’s face—he was so anxious he looked
like a different person. I mean, he even killed his beloved snake for you! You better do
something to make it up to him.”

Wu Suowei furrowed his thick eyebrows with a petty look.

“His snake hurt me. Why should I compensate him? If he hadn’t hesitated to act, would I
have ended up with a broken rib?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai stuck a straw in the cup and held it to his mouth. “Just drink your water!”

With the injury on his neck, it was hard for Wu Suowei to swallow. He had to rest after
every sip.

“Xiaoshuai, you’re the best. I heard everything you said in the car. You know what? I
feel especially safe with you around.”

Chi Cheng had just arrived at the door and happened to hear this.

Jiang Xiaoshuai felt a chill down his spine—he knew someone was back.
Chi Cheng walked silently over to the bed. He didn’t speak. Just stared at Jiang
Xiaoshuai. After less than three minutes, Jiang Xiaoshuai’s will collapsed. He neatly
placed the cup on the cabinet and made a quick exit.

Wu Suowei, with a straw in his mouth, stared straight at Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng stared back at him.

After a while, Wu Suowei couldn’t hold it in.

“Hurry up!”

Chi Cheng stayed silent.

“I haven’t finished drinking.” Wu Suowei added.

Chi Cheng finally spoke. “What’s the point of drinking? That mouth of yours—next time
you’ll know what you should and shouldn’t say.” Jealousy had gotten the best of him.

Wu Suowei had a trick. He reached for the cup, pretending to strain his injury.

“Stay still!” He was scolded as expected.

The next second, the cup was brought to the bed, straw inserted. A sweet stream slid into
his mouth, soothing his dry lips and tongue. After a pause, he sipped again, then
swallowed with effort, rested, sipped again… Without noticing, Chi Cheng had been
holding the cup steadily for over ten minutes.

At last, Wu Suowei showed a satisfied expression.

Seeing how difficult it was for Wu Suowei to even drink water, Chi Cheng’s anger had
long since vanished.

“Does your neck still hurt?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei replied, “Not as much.”

“What about your chest?”

“It’s not painful really, just tight. Feels like something’s still wrapped around it.”

Chi Cheng held Wu Suowei’s hand, his eyes full of concern.

“Your rib cartilage is fractured. You’re wrapped in a chest band.”

Wu Suowei muttered angrily, “Nothing hurts more than the balls.”

Chi Cheng finally smiled. “Let me check if they’re broken.”

He reached into the blanket, hand slipping down between Wu Suowei’s legs. Wu Suowei
was too weak to move, letting Chi Cheng take full advantage.

“Uh-oh.” Chi Cheng frowned. “One’s shriveled.”

Wu Suowei cursed hoarsely, “Get lost.”

Chi Cheng smirked wickedly. “Should I just take it out? One puffed, one flat—it’s
embarrassing!”

Wu Suowei gritted his teeth, eyes full of defiance.

“These are solid as hell!”

Chi Cheng was finally amused. The clouds on his brow all disappeared with a laugh.

CHAPTER 101
Since the snake transport truck was robbed, Chi Yuanduan hadn’t had a peaceful night’s
sleep.

The truck was robbed by Chi Cheng and his men. Chi Yuanduan could’ve said something
about it, but the key problem was that more than fifty snakes had “died”—and they had
died while under military custody. Just this alone put Chi Yuanduan on the losing end.
Whether it was someone in the military who leaked the information, or whether Chi
Cheng had set a trap, Chi Yuanduan had no evidence and could only accept the loss.

Having been an official for many years, he had always prided himself on convincing
others with reason, and he used the same principle in educating his children. From
childhood to adulthood, the sentence he said most to Chi Cheng was: “You can make
mistakes, but you have to tell me the reason why you made them. If your reasoning is
sound, Dad can forgive you unconditionally.”

What was originally a parenting creed ended up becoming a weapon his son repeatedly
used to manipulate his father.

Take this time, for example. Chi Yuanduan was at fault first. If he wanted to righteously
scold his son, he had to first replace the dead snakes. But where could he get
replacements? The batch Chi Cheng had taken were all rare species. To gather these
species again and hand them over in perfect condition would be harder than simply
shutting up.
What could he do?

Another example: last time, he raided Chi Cheng’s snake den because someone had
reported that Chi Cheng was molesting male students. And this time? What excuse could
he use for seizing his snakes? He said Chi Cheng was not doing his proper job, but the
guy was working just fine at the transportation bureau, and he hadn’t even resigned after
getting the snakes. He said Chi Cheng had the wrong attitude, but the guy had even
started dating and agreed to get a marriage certificate. Yet the woman couldn’t hold her
temper and tried to kill his snakes. On the surface, it didn’t look like Chi Cheng was
acting out or being deliberately provocative. Chi Yuanduan could only turn a blind eye.

What else could he do?

What bothered Chi Yuanduan the most was that in the truck robbery, one of Chi Cheng’s
friends had even gotten injured, and it was said the situation had been dangerous. If there
were any casualties, even if Chi Yuanduan had reason on his side, he wouldn’t be able to
argue his case with dignity.

What could he do?

These past two days, Chi Cheng had stayed in the hospital room. The high-level care
services were hired but left unused; he took care of Wu Suowei himself.

Early in the morning, the doctor came in for a routine check. Chi Cheng helped roll up
the sleeves at the bedside. The doctor politely said, “Let her do this.”

The “her” referred to the nurse standing next to them.

Chi Cheng replied with a stern face, “I’m more at ease doing it myself.”

The nurse was inwardly pissed. What’s the big deal about rolling up sleeves? Why
couldn’t I do it? Do you think I’d dislocate his wrist or something? Big tough guy like
that, why so picky?!

Gangzi came in, patted Chi Cheng’s shoulder from behind, and whispered, “The old
man’s here.”

Chi Cheng followed him out and said at the doorway, “Just tell him I’m not here.”

“He already saw your car.”

Chi Cheng’s face stiffened. “Tell him it was you who drove it over.”

“My car’s parked right next to yours.”

“Then say I’m busy.”

Gangzi looked troubled. “He’s already been here twice. Not saying anything doesn’t
seem right, does it? What if you piss off your dad and he storms into the room? With his
presence and style, won’t he scare the one inside?”

Chi Cheng glanced inside—Wu Suowei was lying there, teeth gritted and groaning.

He suddenly exploded: “How many times have I told you?! When unfastening his chest
strap, support his butt! You keep lifting him like this—how could that be comfortable for
him?”

Since moving to the VIP room, every medical staff in there had been scolded by Chi
Cheng. Regardless of age, he gave no face. No one dared talk back—not just because of
his identity, but also his presence. Though not yet thirty, when he pulled a long face, he
was more intimidating than fifty- or sixty-year-old military officers.

The nurse, hearing the rebuke, quickly moved her hands to support the lower back.

“That’s enough, I’ll do it!”

Chi Cheng still went in and did it himself. His large hands could cup Wu Suowei’s entire
butt, holding it steady. Wu Suowei immediately felt more comfortable.

Only after Wu Suowei was laid back on the bed and looking good again did Chi Cheng
remove his gloves and toss them in the trash. He told Gangzi at the door, “Keep watch—
I’m going out for a bit.”

Chi Yuanduan had been standing outside for more than ten minutes before Chi Cheng
finally wandered over.

“How’s your friend?” Chi Yuanduan asked.

Chi Cheng’s face was expressionless. “So-so.”

He had expected this attitude from Chi Cheng, but seeing it in person still made him feel
upset.

“I’m not here to reconcile. We don’t need to talk like that. I’ll just be straight with you.
You can keep your snakes. You can quit your job if you want. But you can’t just get rid
of my daughter-in-law. You can get back with Yue Yue, or find someone else. Either
way, someone has to be at your side.”

Chi Cheng remained unbothered. “You killed over fifty of my snakes. I only got rid of
one daughter-in-law. That’s fair, isn’t it?”
“Don’t play word games with me—I’m not buying it.” Chi Yuanduan’s tone turned hard.

“Then let’s talk business. You give me back the fifty-something snakes, and I’ll give you
back the daughter-in-law.”

Chi Yuanduan was so angry he nearly lost control, but to leave room for negotiation, he
still bit the bullet.

“I can’t get the snakes back, but I can pay you.”

Chi Cheng let out a sarcastic laugh. “Then I’ll give you money. Would you stop wanting
a daughter-in-law?”

“You…”

Chi Cheng turned and walked away.

Chi Yuanduan almost ground down two of his loose old molars. Why did I have to come
here and let him jab me a few times? Was I so bored I was looking for punishment?

When Chi Cheng returned, Gangzi was at the first-floor triage desk.

“I told you to keep watch. Why are you down here?” Chi Cheng asked.

Gangzi whispered, “The more I think about it, the less it adds up. Think about it—Yue
Yue didn’t like the vinegar bun before either, but she never dared pull this kind of stunt,
right?”

Chi Cheng, “…”

Gangzi continued, “You and Sister Yue were together for over half a year, and you
weren’t all that close. She never tried to mess with your mom, right? So how come she’s
suddenly glued to your mom now? I know Auntie well—she’s gentle but not spineless.
How could she be so easily manipulated by an outsider? Clearly, someone’s stirring the
pot behind the scenes!”

Chi Cheng, “…”

Gangzi got more and more excited, “Think about it! One thing after another lately—first
your mom’s sudden attitude shift, then Sister Yue tries to kill the vinegar bun, and you
catch her in the act. Don’t you think these events are all a little too closely timed? Don’t
you think there’s some kind of connection? Don’t you think someone’s orchestrating this
from behind the curtain? Don’t you think that person keeps showing up at suspiciously
perfect moments? Don’t—”

“Don’t you think you talk too much?” Chi Cheng suddenly interrupted.
Gangzi’s throat caught.

Chi Cheng shot him a sharp look. “You the only one with a brain, huh? Can’t you keep
things to yourself? You gotta dig through other people’s minds and show off? What’s the
point?”

Gangzi’s face flushed pale and green.

Before leaving, Chi Cheng added a warning, “Keep your petty thoughts to yourself. If
you go showing off again, I’ll chop you up.”

That evening, Wu Suowei lay in bed, bored out of his mind, starting to overthink.

He hadn’t played this chess game very well—made one wrong move and accidentally
forced Zhong Wenyu and Yue Yue together, which made things harder for Chi Cheng to
break up. How could he ruin Yue Yue’s good image in Zhong Wenyu’s mind? As he
thought about it, he suddenly pulled the wallet from under his pillow and looked at the
supplementary credit card Chi Cheng had given him. His eyes lit up.

The door creaked open. Wu Suowei quickly stuffed the wallet back under the blanket.

Gangzi came in carrying two food bags—dinner for Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei. He
carefully placed them on the cabinet, then tiptoed out.

Wu Suowei called out, “Gangzi.”

Gangzi froze and turned to look at him.

“What’s up?”

Wu Suowei made a mysterious gesture for him to come over.

“I need a favor.”

Gangzi obediently stepped closer.

Wu Suowei added, “It might be a little shady—are you willing to help?”

Could Gangzi say no? Chi Cheng had just given him a stern warning. No matter how
underhanded or morally dubious, anything from Wu Suowei was legit. Others could get
played and still look the other way—how could he, someone in the know, not be
“honored”?

“Sure, go ahead.”
Wu Suowei motioned for him to come closer, and the two whispered for a long time. In
the end, Gangzi fully understood and gave Wu Suowei a big thumbs up.

“Chi Cheng’s second half of life is basically yours.”

CHAPTER 102
A mysterious gold credit card appeared in Yue Yue’s bag. The name on the card was her
own, and a sticky note with the card's PIN was attached to it. All afternoon, Yue Yue sat
there staring at the card in a daze.

Here’s what happened: around noon, Yue Yue went to find Gangzi, hoping he could help
persuade Chi Cheng to meet with her. But Gangzi tactfully refused and hinted that there
was no chance for them to get back together—she should give up.

The conversation ended on a sour note, and Gangzi drove off alone.

When Yue Yue returned home, she found the card.

Was it really from Chi Cheng? She didn’t know. But the primary cardholder was indeed
Chi Cheng.

Every woman reacts differently to receiving a supplementary credit card. Most feel
pleasantly surprised—it means “his money is mine to spend without limits,” a source of
pride. Others might feel uncomfortable, thinking the word “supplementary” reflects a
subordinate status, a sign of lacking independence.

But for Yue Yue, it was neither. To her, this was nothing more than breakup
compensation.

Return it haughtily? Toss it back at him like she didn’t need the money?

It sounded satisfying, but she couldn't do it.

Whether she spent it or not, the breakup was already done. So why not spend it?

After all, she had poured so much emotion into the relationship and endured so much
hurt. Not only would she spend the money, she would spend it righteously! But if Chi
Cheng thought he could get rid of her just with this card—no way. She still believed that
a wedding was the union of two families. Chi Cheng might not be the final say in their
relationship. As long as she held onto the trump card—Zhong Wenyu—she still had a
chance to turn things around.
The next day, Yue Yue brushed aside her gloom and went shopping with her best friend.

Straight to the luxury boutiques they went, sweeping through all the major brands. She
swiped the card again and again until her friend's eyes turned red with envy.

“Seriously, do you have to make it so easy for people to hate you?”

Yue Yue waved the card with a smug tone. “Someone’s footing the bill. Not spending it
would be a waste.”

“Isn’t it only possible to issue a supplementary card to a spouse or relative? If he gave

you one, doesn’t that mean… oh my god, should I start calling you Mrs. Chi?”

Her vanity soothed her wounded pride. Yue Yue laughed heartily. “Come on, big sis will
treat you to two things!”

The two walked toward the counter, chatting and laughing.

“This mall’s nice—lots of children's stores,” Gangzi said to Chi Jiali.

Chi Jiali was soothing her two kids and casually replied, “I’m not familiar with malls
around here. You decide where to stop.”

In two days, Chi Jiali was heading back. She wanted to take the kids out shopping before
leaving, to pick up some souvenirs. Originally, she wanted Chi Cheng to help carry the
stuff, but he was staying at the hospital to take care of Wu Suowei, so the task fell to
Gangzi.

Inside the mall, Gangzi was glancing around.

“How about this little vest? I think it suits Doudou’s skin tone,” Chi Jiali said.

Gangzi replied absentmindedly, “Looks good.”

Chi Jiali noticed his distracted look and followed his gaze out of curiosity—and then
froze.

Yue Yue was standing on an escalator, bags in both hands, chatting happily with
someone.

“Gangzi, watch the kids for me. I’m going to take a look over there.”

She disappeared into the crowd.

Yue Yue, completely absorbed in her conversation, didn’t notice Chi Jiali following
behind. Chi Jiali looked at the bags in Yue Yue’s hands—all brand names. Without six
digits, none of that would have been affordable. If it weren’t for Zhong Wenyu constantly
praising her, Chi Jiali wouldn’t have cared about Yue Yue’s shopping habits at all.

Wasn’t she the one earning less than five thousand yuan a month, who had to scrimp for a
whole month just to buy a shawl for her future mother-in-law? Wasn’t she the one who
never wore brand names and dressed under a thousand yuan total? Wasn’t she the one
who had been depressed and not seeing anyone since the breakup?

So who was this flashy woman shopping like mad?

Chi Jiali was normally easygoing, not one to pick fights—but once she decided to take
something seriously, the other party was doomed.

“Gangzi, walk around and help me check that woman’s transaction records in this mall.
Focus on her bank account info. I want to know where all this money is coming from.”

That afternoon before leaving, Chi Jiali threw several receipts onto Zhong Wenyu’s desk.

“Take a look for yourself.”

Zhong Wenyu flipped through them and was shocked.

“How did you spend so much money in one outing?”

Chi Jiali raised her chin. “Take a better look. Who spent the money?”

Zhong Wenyu squinted at the transaction slips. The cardholder’s signature was: Yue Yue.

“Where did you get these?”

“This is your so-called frugal future daughter-in-law. In one afternoon, she spent more
than 236,000 yuan. Guess whose card she used? Take a closer look with those old eyes!
It’s your son’s card! They’ve already broken up, and she still dares to spend his money
like this. Imagine how extravagant she was when they were together. If a woman like that
marries into the family, she’ll bleed us dry within two years!”

Zhong Wenyu stared at the slips, struggling to believe Yue Yue would do such a thing.

“That shawl—wasn’t it supposed to be half a month’s wages? You kept it like a treasure
and didn’t even want to wear it! My god! She hasn’t worked in months—what wages?!
She used your son’s money to buy it! She cuts back on food? Please! One less handbag
and she could’ve bought ten shawls!”

Zhong Wenyu’s face turned pale with rage, her lips trembling.
“Shameless!”

The next day, before Zhong Wenyu had a chance to find Yue Yue, Yue Yue showed up
at her door.

Same simple outfit, same weary face.

“Auntie, I came to see you again. It’s just too stifling being alone at home. You’re not
annoyed with me, are you?”

In the past, Zhong Wenyu would’ve cupped Yue Yue’s face and gently asked: “Sweetie,
what’s wrong? Tell Auntie.”

Now, she responded coldly:

“You know I’m annoyed, and you still came?”

The words stunned Yue Yue. Her expression was one of shock.

“Auntie… what’s wrong?”

Zhong Wenyu wasn’t one for sarcasm or clever insults. She just said it outright. “Don’t
ever come to our house again. Just seeing you disgusts me.” She pulled out the shawl and
threw it at Yue Yue. “Take it back and give it to your mother. My shoulders aren’t tough
enough for it!”

Yue Yue burst into tears. “Auntie, what did I do wrong?”

Zhong Wenyu softened a bit at the sight of her crying.

“Let me give you some advice as someone who’s known you: a girl should fear two
things—being lazy, and being greedy. Always wanting small gains will cost you big in
the end.”

The door slammed shut, closing off Yue Yue’s dreams of wealth for good.

This was the only “bad investment” Wu Suowei ever made. The money on the card had
been deposited by him. Though he closed the account in time, the 230,000 yuan was
already gone. Still, he didn’t mind—consider it compensation for Yue Yue’s emotional
damages. Not out of guilt, just to buy himself some peace of mind and avoid karmic
payback.

Yue Yue and Chi Cheng were over, for good.

When Wu Suowei heard the news, he didn’t feel happy. He had imagined this moment a
thousand times, always excited at the thought—but now that it had come, he just felt
empty. The mission was complete, the goal achieved. Shouldn’t he retreat now?

But how?

He was even afraid to see Jiang Xiaoshuai, afraid he’d joke: “Hey, disciple—mission
accomplished. Time to break it off, yeah?”

How am I supposed to retreat?

Just then, Chi Cheng entered, followed by two nurses.

“It’s time to remove your catheter.”

Wu Suowei’s face immediately twisted in pain. That catheter had been torturing him. It
was inserted during anesthesia—no feeling then—but once the meds wore off, everything
down there felt weird. Just as he was getting used to it, now they were pulling it out? Just
the thought made him want to cry.

“Let’s leave it. It’s working fine. No effort needed—I just leak naturally. Very
convenient!”

Chi Cheng gave the nurses a look.

Wu Suowei’s eyes nearly popped out. He clutched the bedsheet like a flower.

“Relax,” Chi Cheng said.

In fact, he was more nervous than Wu Suowei.

Two minutes later, a scream like a dying animal echoed from the hospital room.

Wu Suowei curled up like a shrimp, thinking silently:

My dick hurts. My balls hurt. I can’t pee or poop. And I can’t break up yet. I’ll wait until
I recover.

CHAPTER 103
In the blink of an eye, Wu Suowei had been hospitalized for over half a month.
The wound on his neck had almost healed. The chest brace had been removed. He could
move freely in the ward, but he still felt weak. Sometimes he'd fall asleep while chatting,
and when he woke, Chi Cheng would be sitting beside his bed, with a masculine face and
calm eyes.

A warm, strong hand would stroke Wu Suowei's cheek, and the question, "Are you
awake?" would fill Wu Suowei with a sense of emptiness. His heart would be filled to the
brim.

One night, Wu Suowei woke up again, and he hadn't fallen asleep since.

He'd just had a dream. He'd been working as a prostitute at a nightclub and suddenly saw
Chi Cheng there. He was naked, his muscles gleaming with sexiness, his penis erect, and
a wicked grin on his face.

As soon as Wu Suowei entered the shop, he was stripped down to his briefs. Chi Cheng
reached into his underwear and felt around, teasing, "Is your hair thick?"

In his dream, Wu Suowei was horny and couldn't wait to have Chi Cheng serve him. But
the process was too complicated: waiting in line, filling out forms, and completing a
written test and interview. Wu Suowei always faltered, either filling out the forms
incorrectly or being unable to speak during the interview.

The other customers passed, but Wu Suowei was the only one struggling.

Later, the men lay in a row on the beds, and Chi Cheng inserted his penis into them,
injecting it, and then withdrawing it, like giving them an injection. One by one, his
muscular hips thrust forward, his body brimming with strength. Wu Suowei somehow
managed to get in, and was the last in line. He waited anxiously, but when it came to the
one in front of him,

Chi Cheng's penis was stuck inside and couldn't be removed.

He used a knife to cut, a screwdriver to pry, and pliers to pry... finally, it came out.

Then Wu Suowei woke up too.

Chi Cheng was sleeping in the bed next to him, his handsome eyebrows knitted together.

Wu Suowei pursed his lips and took a deep breath. What kind of dream was this?

Chi Cheng was quickly awakened by the noises beside him. Wu Suowei was like a dish
in a pot, being tossed back and forth by an invisible spatula, almost cooking the sheets
along with it.

Chi Cheng walked over, leaned over, and asked, "What's wrong?"
The sudden sound startled Wu Suowei, and beads of sweat immediately oozed from his
anus.

"Are you feeling any discomfort?"

In fact, Chi Cheng already knew what Wu Suowei was feeling the moment he opened his
eyes. But he deliberately asked, and he did so with gentle concern, wanting to see Wu
Suowei's guilty, self-blaming, and lack of confidence.

After a pause, Wu Suowei said, "It's okay, just a little warm."

Chi Cheng said, "If you're hot, just lift the covers."

Wu Suowei immediately grabbed the corner of the covers and said guiltily, "The doctor
told me not to lift them, for fear of catching a cold."

"Just bear with it, it'll be fine in a while."

With that, he returned to his bed.

Wu Suowei breathed a sigh of relief, but also a little disappointed. Just leaving like that?
Without even a word of concern? If you had shown more concern, maybe you could have
figured out the problem. And if you had, maybe it could have been solved.

Thinking, he cleared his throat again and said, "I'm a little thirsty."

Chi Cheng poured a glass of water and handed it to Wu Suowei, watching him drink.
Then he returned to his bed and heard Wu Suowei say, "I'm still a little thirsty." Chi
Cheng poured him another glass. Just as he lay down, he heard him say thirsty again, so
he patiently poured him glass after glass until Wu Suowei could drink no more.

As soon as his butt touched the bed, he heard a faint voice from the other side.

"You're really good."

Chi Cheng teased, "How am I good?"

Wu Suowei turned his head, his dark eyes fixed on Chi Cheng.

"I'm talking about being hot and thirsty, and you don't see anything?"

Chi Cheng sneered. This little bitch, he's so angry, he's trying to vent his anger on others.

"What do you think I should get out of you?"

The voice from the other side rasped, "Aren't you usually pretty smart?"
"Not as smart as you." He was being deliberately modest.

Wu Suowei rolled over in anger, feeling aggrieved. He must be playing the fool! He must
know what's going on, he's doing it on purpose, absolutely! Don't fall for his tricks, just
do it yourself, and have enough food and clothing! ... After two minutes of self-
encouragement, he quickly turned around and chuckled in surrender.

"I just had a dream."

The smile on Wu Suowei's face at that moment was enough for Chi Cheng to savor all
day long while sitting in his office.

"What did you dream about?"

Wu Suowei told him everything.

Chi Cheng listened, then grimly beckoned Wu Suowei with a finger.

"Come here."

Wu Suowei's expression tightened. "I just dreamed you were a duck, didn't I? Are you
really going to argue with me?"

"I told you to lie down on my bed."

Wu Suowei raised an eyebrow. "Then why don't you lie down on mine?"

"Your bed is a single one, and the one I have is larger and more comfortable," Chi Cheng
said.

Finally, Wu Suowei couldn't resist the temptation and slowly moved over. As soon as his
legs touched the bed, Chi Cheng pulled him into his arms. Chest to chest, the strong scent
of male hormones filled the air.

"Do you know why you had that dream?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei's mind was in turmoil, and he couldn't articulate a single reason.

"Because you're subconsciously eager to have sex with me," Chi Cheng continued.
"Those reviews you needed to complete in your dream were actually just your anxieties.
The long queue you dreamt of was a sign of your nervous fear that someone might snatch
me away."

Wu Suowei's eyes flashed with disdain.

"Are you overthinking it?!"

Chi Cheng reached behind Wu Suowei and kneaded his firm buttocks, saying softly, "I'm
not overthinking it. You know what's going on." He kneaded them twice more. After not
touching for over half a month, his palms were burning.

Wu Suowei took two deep breaths and sealed Chi Cheng's lips with his.

Chi Cheng could smell the strong medicinal scent on Wu Suowei's body and the soft,
supple bones. He was burning with desire but clearly lacking in energy, both signs of
physical weakness. Suddenly feeling a pang of reluctance, he pulled the car back, firmly
restrained Wu Suowei's swaying body, and looked at him seriously.

"You're not fully recovered yet. Stop tossing and turning, and go to sleep."

Wu Suowei clamped one of Chi Cheng's legs between his long legs, his penis rubbing
against it anxiously, his meaning clear.

Chi Cheng looked at him with heartache and coaxed, "I'll give it to you when you're
better. As much as you want."

When I'm better, our relationship will be over. Who will you turn to for help then? The
thought made Wu Suowei even more anxious. He had to take advantage of these few
days to enjoy himself as much as possible, because he wouldn't have this kind of
privilege anymore.

Chi Cheng, who was as hard-hearted as stone, even had his moments of resistance.

Finally, he relented, "Just this once, and it won't happen again."

Wu Suowei nodded repeatedly.

Chi Cheng reached inside Wu Suowei's underwear and gently toyed with him for a while,
causing Wu Suowei to moan. Finally, he grabbed Chi Cheng's ear and gasped, "Lick me."

Chi Cheng lowered his head, attentively tending to his young master. After a while, Wu
Suowei groaned in pain, "It's coming... ah... ah..."

Afterward, Chi Cheng spanked Wu Suowei hard on the butt.

"Feel good?"

Wu Suowei nodded, but his eyes were still fixed on the penis between Chi Cheng's legs.

"Yours is erect too," he reminded him.

Chi Cheng grinned. "Since you're so weak, I won't bother you."

For some reason, Wu Suowei didn't need Chi Cheng to force him. He simply laid on Chi
Cheng's lower abdomen, his eyes following the movement of Chi Cheng's hand, arousing
the thought.

Chi Cheng resisted the urge to shove his penis into Wu Suowei's mouth.

"Is it thick?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei grinned.

Chi Cheng grabbed the back of Wu Suowei's head with his large hand and asked, "Do
you want me to fuck you with this?"

Wu Suowei's voice was muffled, "How can I say no?"

Chi Cheng pulled Wu Suowei back, his voice neither soft nor heavy, yet it carried a
powerful pressure.

"No."

Wu Suowei remained silent, his lower body aroused again.

Chi Cheng jokingly said, "Why are you so horny?"

Wu Suowei was the first to complain, "Who told you to always stir up trouble?"

"Who stirs up trouble? Who?" Chi Cheng chased Wu Suowei, biting and demanding.
"Who said just once? Explain to me, what's going on?" He shook Wu Suowei's penis.

Wu Suowei groaned, his belly thick, waiting to be served.

After both men were satisfied, Wu Suowei was so exhausted he could barely keep his
eyelids open.

Chi Cheng's strong chest rose and fell with his breathing, and his deep voice drifted into
Wu Suowei's ears.

"When you're well again, I'll give you a good beating."

Wu Suowei's words were fuzzy, and he felt the urge to stab himself in the chest twice.
 CHAPTER 104
Two days before Wu Suowei was discharged from the hospital, Jiang Xiaoshuai
deliberately came to see him.

Because he had his own things to deal with, Jiang Xiaoshuai hadn’t shown up for a week.
During that week, Wu Suowei didn’t know how many billions of brain cells had died. He
missed Jiang Xiaoshuai, wanted him to come visit, but thinking Jiang Xiaoshuai might be
angry about the painting he had mentioned, he also didn’t want to see him.

"You look like you’ve put on a bit of weight," Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Wu Suowei’s expression changed. “Really?”

He hurriedly picked up the mirror on the wardrobe and carefully examined himself, even
reached out to touch his lower abdomen to see if there were layers of fat. Having gone
through a painful weight loss process, Wu Suowei was very conscious about his figure.
He even cringed at old photos of himself, afraid that he might accidentally balloon up
again.

Jiang Xiaoshuai grinned. “No need to panic like that, it’s not that obvious. Maybe I saw it
wrong.”

Wu Suowei pinched the flesh on his upper arm and couldn’t help but sigh.

“After lying in the hospital for over a month, all the muscles turned flabby, I can’t even
clench my fist properly anymore. Once I’m discharged, I’ll go to the gym every day to
train until my body’s firm like before.”

“Training your body that hard—who’s it for?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai just asked casually, without implying anything, but Wu Suowei was
overly sensitive. Even the slightest stir would jolt him. He felt Jiang Xiaoshuai was
saying it on purpose, so his response became particularly cautious.

“There’s only the two of us at the clinic. Who else would I show it to?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t think much of it and asked again, “Any plans after you’re
discharged?”

Wu Suowei’s heart skipped a beat. “Plans”… is he asking me to make a statement?

Damn, this conversation’s getting deeper and deeper, is he purposely pushing me into a
dead end?

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xiaoshuai followed up with, “You sold that batch of snakes, now
you’ve got funds. Time to start your own business, right?”
Wu Suowei let out a huge sigh of relief. “So that’s what you were talking about!”

“What did you think I meant?” Jiang Xiaoshuai was confused.

Wu Suowei quickly said, “Nothing, I just zoned out.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai had a faint sense that something was off about Wu Suowei.

“The business license has been approved, storefront’s rented, job postings are out—just
waiting for opening day,” Wu Suowei said.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was impressed. “Not bad! Even lying in the hospital didn’t delay
anything!”

Wu Suowei rubbed his head with a modest smile but said something not modest at all.

“Don’t be fooled by my limited mobility—my mind’s been working nonstop.”

But the one doing all the thinking wasn’t him—it was Chi Cheng who handled
everything! More accurately, it was Gangzi who ran around everywhere, staying busy.
Wu Suowei just sat there, moved his scheming little thoughts, exercised his facial
muscles a bit—let others see he was participating, and that was good enough.

“Where’s the storefront?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

“East District CBO,” Wu Suowei replied.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was surprised again. “Rent in that area is sky-high!”

“Not too bad—I rented from someone I know.”

“You know someone there?” Jiang Xiaoshuai was skeptical.

Wu Suowei awkwardly cleared his throat and muttered an “mm.”

“Who?”

He tried to dodge the question, but Jiang Xiaoshuai pressed too hard, and he had no
choice but to say the name.

“Chi Cheng.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai ground his teeth. “Why don’t you just say he’s your sponsor?”

“Who said that?” Wu Suowei straightened his back. “I paid for it.”
That statement wasn’t convincing at all, no wonder Jiang Xiaoshuai questioned it.

“How much?”

Wu Suowei glanced out the window, pretending to stay calm. “Five hundred.”

“Five hundred a day or five hundred a month?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

A store that size—for five hundred a day would already be practically free. No one
except parents would be that generous. If it were five hundred a month, that’d just be a
joke.

After a long silence, Wu Suowei said:

“Three years.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai leaned against the wardrobe, laughing. “Can you not joke like that?”

Wu Suowei’s thoughts started spinning wildly again. He felt Jiang Xiaoshuai wasn’t just
laughing at his words—there was some hidden meaning in there too. Clearly his
scheming little brain kicked in again, and he even became guarded against himself.

Jiang Xiaoshuai stopped laughing and got serious.

“So where are you planning to live?”

“Not sure,” Wu Suowei said. “I still want to live at the clinic.”

After he said it, he felt a little uneasy. Chi Cheng always worked in that area—would
Jiang Xiaoshuai think he was staying there just to be close to him?

Actually, Jiang Xiaoshuai just wanted to ask: “Don’t you think that commute’s a bit far?”

“I bought a car,” Wu Suowei said.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes lit up. “What kind?”

“Imported Audi.”

“I remember that model costs over 600,000 yuan.”

“I bought it second-hand.”

“How much total?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked again.

“Sixty thousand.”
Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes nearly popped out. “Dude, that car just came out last year, didn’t
it? Who’d you buy it from? Get him to sell me one too!” Just after saying that, Jiang
Xiaoshuai shut up—he realized he’d asked too much.

Wu Suowei noticed Jiang Xiaoshuai’s silence and started feeling nervous. He had a
hunch this guy was hiding something.

Jiang Xiaoshuai glanced at Wu Suowei and noticed his eyes were darting around faster
than usual.

“Hey, I said…”

Wu Suowei flinched. “What?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai stared at him for a moment and asked, “What’s going on with you?”

“I should be asking you that!” Wu Suowei snapped. “You’ve been beating around the
bush this whole time, just trying to make me anxious.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was even more confused. “When did I beat around the bush?”

Wu Suowei couldn’t hold it in anymore and blurted out everything he’d been bottling up.

“You just want to remind me the deadline’s up, right? Want me to cut ties with him,
right? Fine! Here’s my stance: everything proceeds as planned. Satisfied now?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was totally baffled by Wu Suowei’s guilty outburst.

“Hey… bro, did you just wake up from a nap?”

He lifted Wu Suowei’s eyelids to check if this guy was sleepwalking.

“Didn’t you come here just to tell me to break it off with him?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai scratched his head, half laughing, half exasperated.

“You’re still planning to break up with him?”

Wu Suowei was stunned. “Isn’t that what you meant?”

“What did I mean?” Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed in frustration. “You’ve come this far—if
you’re not going to be with him, what are you waiting for?”

This response not only surprised Wu Suowei but also made him even more conflicted.

“Why should I be with him?”

Wu Suowei had been thinking about this for days and still couldn’t come up with a
reason to convince himself.

“Why shouldn’t you be with him?” Jiang Xiaoshuai had the complete opposite view—he
felt there was no reason not to be together.

Wu Suowei replied without thinking, “Wasn’t our plan all along that I’d get close to him
just to break him and Yue Yue up? Once they broke up, I’d retreat. Now that the goal’s
accomplished, by plan, I should…”

“Screw the plan!” Jiang Xiaoshuai cut him off. “As long as you want to, isn’t that
enough?”

Wu Suowei’s face turned stubborn. “It’s not about whether I want to or not. The key is—
I like women! I’m supposed to date and marry a woman! Messing around with a guy
doesn’t count as anything real!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was almost driven mad by Wu Suowei. He smacked his forehead hard to
calm down.

“Then how come when you were ‘messing around’ before, you were so into it? So
invested, so passionate? Ask yourself honestly—did you really feel nothing for him?”

Wu Suowei paused, then said, “Put feelings aside for a moment—purely speaking,
before, I could mess around with him because I had a mental firewall. I knew what I was
doing. But now, if I’m with him, I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I can’t find a
good reason!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai realized that no matter how much Wu Suowei changed, he was still
stubborn to the core.

“You think that mental firewall still exists?”

That one sentence hit the softest spot in Wu Suowei’s heart.

Jiang Xiaoshuai continued, “That firewall’s already been torn down by your desire, your
indulgence, your obsession. Everything—what should’ve come in and what shouldn’t—
has flooded in. You still think you can tell the difference? Feel your chest—see how
much of a mess it’s become!”

Wu Suowei’s face turned cold. After a long time, he finally said:

“I admit, my heart might have veered off course a little. But I still can’t be with him.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was on the verge of collapse. “Why not? Why can’t you be with him?”
Wu Suowei was silent… silent… and then suddenly burst out:

“If I get together with him, he’ll constantly want to… you know, top me!”

One minute later, Jiang Xiaoshuai was laughing so hard he collapsed on the floor.

CHAPTER 105
Wu Suowei saw there was a phone number for the sender on the delivery slip. He wasn’t
sure if it belonged to Chi Cheng, but he decided to try calling it.

“Hello?” A deep, powerful voice answered.

Wu Suowei felt a bit awkward. “It’s really you?”

Chi Cheng gave a quiet “Mm.”

“Can I borrow some money?”

Chi Cheng: “How much?”

“Two hundred thousand… If you don’t have that much, it’s okay to lend less. I’ll pay you
back as soon as I can.”

Chi Cheng: “Bank account?”

Wu Suowei was secretly stunned. Although he had expected Chi Cheng to lend it to him,
he hadn’t thought it would be so straightforward. When it comes to money, it’s never just
about friendship—real trust and connection are required.

“What do you need the money for?”

“I want to buy another batch of snakelets. I went to the snake farm a few days ago, and
the boss said there’s nothing wrong with the snakes—it’s just due to seasonal changes.
They just got a new batch in, all premium breeds, artificially cultivated, very easy to raise
with no risk.”

Chi Cheng hung up the call without another word.

Not long after, Wu Suowei received a text message—the money had been transferred.

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked, “He didn’t try to stop you?”

Wu Suowei shook his head. “He didn’t say a word.”

“How confident are you in this? What if he just doesn’t want to bother or even wants to
mess with you on purpose? You’d really be screwed.”

Wu Suowei didn’t know why he had such faith in Chi Cheng. Even when he used to go
into battles armed with bricks, he’d never felt this certain. Chi Cheng was, after all, his
love rival, had made things hard for him countless times, and there was no logic or reason
backing this gamble… But Wu Suowei just felt he would win.

“100%.”

After saying those two words, Wu Suowei clenched his fists and headed out.

He returned to Wang’s Snake Farm. The “loving” boss greeted him with a big smile.

“I’ve got all 2000 snakelets ready for you. These are adolescent snakes, each weighing
about a kilo. I wouldn’t sell these to just anyone, only you! I’ve trained over a dozen
apprentices this year, and you’re by far the most promising. You remind me of myself
back in the day. Starting a business as a young man isn’t easy!”

Wu Suowei gave an honest smile. “Let’s settle the bill then.”

“Aren’t you going to take a look at the snakes?” the boss asked.

Wu Suowei thought to himself, No need to look—I already know the snake gallbladders
are definitely missing…

“If I can’t trust you, who can I trust?”

The boss laughed heartily and threw an arm around Wu Suowei’s shoulders as they went
inside.

“These hefty Enhydris snakes normally go for 180 yuan each on the market. But since
you’re my apprentice, I’ll give them to you at cost price—110 per snake. That’s 2000
snakes, so 220,000 total.”

Wu Suowei looked troubled. “I only have 200,000 on hand. How about I take 100 fewer
and keep it a round number?”

The boss gritted his teeth, slapped the table, and said, “Fine—200,000 it is! Take all
2000! The missing 20,000 is my contribution to your startup!”

Wu Suowei stood up with gratitude and shook his hand.

“Thank you so much.”

“Don’t thank me!” The boss looked magnanimous. “When you get rich one day, don’t
forget about me.”

“How could I?” Wu Suowei laughed cheerfully.

I’ll never forget you for the rest of my life. Even as a ghost, I won’t let you off.

Three days later, Chi Cheng personally visited Wang’s Snake Farm.

Because they had done an investigation there before, the boss recognized him. Upon
hearing Chi Cheng was back, he rushed over from the market without delay.

“Young Master Chi, let me explain! We’re just a small-time snake farm—we can’t afford
to raise so many pet snakes. Just the snake boxes alone are too expensive…”

Chi Cheng interrupted firmly, “I’m not here to investigate. I’m here to sell snakes.”

“Sell snakes…” The boss forced out a smile. “That’s great! I just happen to be short on
snakelets. If you’ve got some on hand, I won’t need to go buy more.”

“One thousand green bamboo snakes, two thousand Enhydris snakes.”

He gestured for his people to unload the crates from the truck. The first box was
opened—the so-called one thousand green bamboo snakes were the same 200 that the
boss had sold to Wu Suowei. They were all dead, chopped into a thousand pieces, neatly
arranged inside.

The other boxes were full of adolescent Enhydris snakes, each around a kilo in weight—
but all had their gallbladders removed.

The boss glanced at them—and his face went pale.

“Let’s talk price,” Chi Cheng said.

The boss jolted. “No need to discuss. Whatever you say, Young Master Chi.”

Chi Cheng remained polite. “We can’t do that. Business is about fair trade. Let’s stick to
the rules.”

“Of course, of course…” The boss nodded repeatedly.

“Green bamboo snakes are small—market price is 60 yuan each. Enhydris snakes are
big—180 each. I’m not overcharging you, right?”
Through gritted teeth, the boss said, “No.”

“So that’s 420,000. I heard you generously knocked off 20,000 yuan to support a young
entrepreneur. To show my appreciation, I’ll do the same—let’s round it to 400,000.”

The boss could only watch as his heart bled.

CHAPTER 106
Just days after Wu Suowei's company opened, orders poured in like snowflakes, forcing
employees to get into gear before they even had time to get accustomed to the
environment. Wu Suowei was a man of integrity, personally reviewing every order,
supervising on-site inspections, installations, and even occasionally taking the lead. He
practically lived his life as a general manager.

All that running around these days had completely disrupted his body clock. He'd barely
even had time to visit the clinic, let alone stay home.

One weekend, Jiang Xiaoshuai personally visited his apprentice.

"Zhang Quan, you and Zheng Xiang go to the warehouse and get this display screen.
Little Mosquito, don't leave yet. I have a question for you. Did Manager Fang and I
discuss the project yesterday?..."

Even before Jiang Xiaoshuai even entered the room, he could hear Wu Suowei chattering
away, asking questions and giving instructions, his whole life spinning like a top. Finally,
he got to his side, but before he could say anything, he was dragged away by a female
employee.

"Manager Wu, who's that handsome guy?"

Wu Suowei wasn't arrogant, and the employees never said anything to him.

"Don't worry about it, he's taken."

The female employee winked. "Who?"

Wu Suowei tapped her on the forehead. "What does it have to do with you?"

"Well..." The girl poked Wu Suowei in the chest again. "Are you taken?"

His sharp gaze pierced through, and his finger tapped his watch fiercely.
"It's work time now, so go do what you need to do!"

Finally finding some time, he sat on the sofa next to him and chatted with Jiang
Xiaoshuai.

"Oh my god, I've been so busy these past two days." Wu Suowei habitually straightened
his tie.

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked at him with a satisfied look. "Don't forget to take care of your
personal life after work!"

The conversation was so irrelevant that Wu Suowei's eyes, which had just brightened,
dimmed again.

Seeing Wu Suowei was silent, Jiang Xiaoshuai deliberately nudged him with his elbow.

"What do you mean? Agree or refuse?"

Wu Suowei was clattering the can in his hand, and Fan Xia couldn't even utter a word.

Jiang Xiaoshuai knew his trip was a waste of time once more when he saw his behavior.

"Can you two just get it over with? Why are you so slow?"

Wu Suowei said impatiently, "I'm so busy, how can I have time to think about this?
Besides, he hasn't contacted me in the past two days. He just called a few times to ask
about my situation, but nothing else. He hasn't made a clear statement yet, so what am I
supposed to be wondering?!"

In fact, Chi Cheng had been even busier than Wu Suowei these past two days,
preoccupied with his job transfer.

"Can't you be more proactive? Where's that courage you had when you hit him in the
chest with a brick?" He subconsciously touched Wu Suowei's forehead and miraculously
found it was limp. "Hey! This is bizarre! They can even dissolve such thick dead skin?"
Dr. Jiang exclaimed.

This struck a chord with Wu Suowei. Dead skin is tough, but it can't stand being
constantly rubbed! Today I'll learn a unique folk remedy, tomorrow I'll get a blood
circulation device. The peeling skin has been itching constantly for the past two days, and
I've received eight phone calls a day warning me not to scratch.

"Hey, Xiaoshuai, I have a question for you," Wu Suowei suddenly asked.

Jiang Xiaoshuai expressed his willingness to answer any psychological questions.

"Well, straight men can be made gay, right? Then, after being bent, can they be
straightened?"

Such a profound question. Jiang Xiaoshuai frowned and pondered for a long time, then
replied in a heavy tone, "I'm afraid not."

Wu Suowei hurriedly asked, "Why?"

"Think about that thing down there. You can bend it when it's hard, but if you try to
straighten it, won't it break?"

Just this unorthodox theory of Dr. Jiang's own creation actually managed to scare Wu
Suowei.

Jiang Xiaoshuai returned home, showered, and sat on his bed when his phone rang. He
thought it was a harassing call, but it turned out to be Wu Suowei. His heart warmed.
Could he have figured it out?

Excitedly, he answered the call, and Wu Suowei's excited voice came from the other end.

"Xiaoshuai, I've researched it. It can be straightened. It's a condition medically known as
'abnormal tunica albuginea of the corpus cavernosum.' It can usually be straightened with
tunica albuginea correction surgery."

Jiang Xiaoshuai, "..."

Wu Suowei was speaking when a deep male voice suddenly rang from the doorway.

"Who are you chatting with on the phone about something so steamy?"

Before Wu Suowei could hang up, someone loomed over him like a mountain. He tried to
shove the phone under his pillow, but Chi Cheng forcefully snatched it away. His eyes
scanned the screen, then turned back to Wu Suowei, with the aura of the King of Hell
demanding his life.

"You're not shy about it," Chi Cheng said coldly.

Wu Suowei grumbled, "What's wrong with just joking around between buddies?"

"Do you think I'm blind?" Chi Cheng suddenly kneed Wu Suowei in the stomach,
pushing him down onto the bed. His sharp gaze scratched Wu Suowei's face. "He's gay.
Are you deliberately trying to stir up trouble by talking to him about this?"

Damn it, if it weren't for you, would I even be talking about this?
Wu Suowei was furious, disgusted by Chi Cheng's attitude. He immediately grabbed Chi
Cheng's collar and pushed him away, his eyes full of thorns, his body covered in thorns.

Chi Cheng unbuckled his belt, a cold look between his brows.

"How many times have we talked?"

Wu Suowei defied the odds. "What's it to you? We talk every day, every night, countless
times."

The belt whipped around his ear, and Wu Suowei thought Chi Cheng was going to spank
him. Instead, Chi Cheng simply used the belt to clamp his wrists and force them over his
head, his eyes fixed on Wu Suowei.

"Can that satisfy you?"

Wu Suowei stiffened his neck and remained silent.

Chi Cheng, like a wild tiger, tore open Wu Suowei's clothes with his teeth and bit down
on her tender nipples. Though angry, he couldn't bear the abuse; at most, he was a little
more aggressive than usual. Wu Suowei gritted his teeth and remained silent at first, but
when Chi Cheng's mouth reached the base of her thigh, he couldn't hold back any longer
and cursed.

"You've done it so many times in real life, and I haven't bothered with you. What right do
you have to scold me for just talking?"

Chi Cheng replied, "That was before I even fell in love with you!"

Wu Suowei was about to retort, but a surge of electricity spurred him back. He twisted
his hips, trying to break free from Chi Cheng's raging tongue. His dick was wet, and a
finger, lubricated by saliva, slipped inside.

"Take it out!" Wu Suowei kicked Chi Cheng hard.

Chi Cheng pinned Wu Suowei's unruly legs down and thrust his rough fingers hard.

"You dare to flirt with others again?"

Wu Suowei's hips trembled, and his curses distorted.

"I'm asking you a question!" Chi Cheng forced a second finger inside.

Wu Suowei howled in agony, "It hurts, it hurts..."

Chi Cheng had heard this word countless times in bed. He'd always heard it with
increasing arousal, but now, hearing it from Wu Suowei's mouth, it felt like a touch of
heartache. He hadn't thought much of it, knowing Wu Suowei had been busy these past
few days, and he'd come here just to hold him for a good night's sleep.

So he hadn't prepared, nor had he brought any lube, so even two fingers in was a struggle.
If he really forced himself, Wu Suowei would definitely need to be hospitalized, having
only been out a few days.

Thinking of this, he noticed the faint bruises on Wu Suowei's chest.

"Dabao," Chi Cheng said, sternly, pulling Wu Suowei's face towards him. "Say
something softly to me, and I'll spare you today."

Wu Suowei was so stubborn, so stubborn, so single-minded. How could he possibly give

in?

"I'm not wrong, so why should I compromise with you? He and I were discussing
medical matters, and we were being aboveboard! If you can, win! Come on! Go ahead!"

Chi Cheng's eyes were bleeding.

Wu Suowei, unwilling to be outdone, grabbed Chi Cheng's penis and thrust it hard into
his ass. As soon as the tip was in, his eyes widened and his teeth chattered. Despite this,
he gritted his teeth and pushed forward, his intestines nearly bursting, his heart and lungs
twisted into a knot, before only a third of the way in.

For the first time in his life, Chi Cheng bowed his head in bed.

"Enough! Isn't it enough that I trust you?"

Wu Suowei remained frozen, his lips clenched tightly.

Chi Cheng didn't dare pull it out easily, fearing it might hurt Wu Suowei, so he let him do
it himself.

Wu Suowei remained motionless, his back stiff.

Chi Cheng had never seen such a twist before, and he slapped Wu Suowei's butt hard.

"Pull it out, quick!"

Wu Suowei's tense muscles instantly relaxed, and he clutched the bed sheet tightly,
wailing.

"Stop pushing, I can't pull it out."

Chi Cheng, "..."

Ten minutes later, with the husband and wife working together, the arduous task was
finally accomplished. Chi Cheng wanted to wash Wu Suowei and apply some medicine,
but Wu Suowei refused to let him touch him, his eyes filled with hatred.

"You still blame me?" Chi Cheng gently tugged on Wu Suowei's ear. "Did you stab me
yourself?"

Wu Suowei gritted his teeth. "That's not what I hate."

Chi Cheng waited for him to speak.

Wu Suowei summoned his strength, and the pent-up resentment finally erupted.

"Why didn't your dick soften when I pulled it out just now? If you'd thought of me, would
I have suffered so much?"

"Why?" Chi Cheng's eyes widened.

If I could have softened, I would have! How could I have endured it for you?!

Wu Suowei ignored him, burying his head in his chest and ignoring Chi Cheng.

The next day, Wu Suowei abandoned all his work and dragged his injured body straight
to the clinic. Jiang Xiaoshuai looked up, surprised.

"Hey, how come you're free today?"

Wu Suowei's eyes were firm. "I've made up my mind. I'm breaking up with him."

Jiang Xiaoshuai's face changed.

"Are you sure? You don't regret it?"

Wu Suowei slammed the table.

"No room for negotiation!!!"

CHAPTER 107
The next morning, before Wu Suowei set off, Jiang Xiaoshuai specifically asked him,
"Are you going to look for him?"
Wu Suowei nodded expressionlessly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai sighed with regret. Whether in terms of choosing a partner or in this
circle, Chi Cheng was definitely one in a hundred. No matter how many people threw
themselves at him, they couldn't even get in line. However, he was a bit too aggressive. If
you didn't get involved with someone like that, you'd be stuck, and no one else would
satisfy you.

"Okay, then, you figure it out!" Jiang Xiaoshuai said. "I'll look for you tomorrow
morning."

Wu Suowei asked, "Why are you looking for me?"

"I'm worried you'll be upset!" Jiang Xiaoshuai mused.

Wu Suowei vowed, "You underestimate me! I've been through so many storms. I've even
overcome such a huge chasm, so why would I be afraid of such a small obstacle?"

Jiang Xiaoshuai nodded. "Good luck to you."

Chi Cheng gave up his suburban apartment and built a better nest for the snakes. It was
like a greenhouse, each room with a customized temperature and vegetation to suit the
different snakes' living conditions. This made things much easier, eliminating the need to
meticulously care for each individual snake box and focusing on this one.

Wu Suowei spent a long time learning how to do this, and finally found the right place.

Chi Cheng was feeding the snakes from the second floor when the little vinegar bun first
caught his scent and slithered down the stairs, wagging its little head as it headed straight
for Wu Suowei. Wu Suowei crouched down, and the little vinegar bun climbed up his
arm, wrapping itself around his neck several times.

After a while, Chi Cheng came down.

"Go and hang out with your brothers and sisters," Chi Cheng ordered the little jealous
boy.

The little jealous boy still clung to Wu Suowei and refused to come down. Chi Cheng
pinched his tail several times before he reluctantly climbed down. He slowly moved to
the stairs, pausing for a moment before climbing up.

Wu Suowei had come here with a will of steel to express his feelings, but after spending
some time with the little jealous boy, his composure faded.

After a night, Chi Cheng's violent temper had vanished, and his eyes were deep and
peaceful, just like the look Wu Suowei saw every time he woke from his hospital bed.
"Why are you here?"

Wu Suowei said with difficulty, "I have something to tell you."

Chi Cheng said, "Wait a minute, I'm going to wash my hands."

As soon as Wu Suowei's butt touched the sofa, it bounced like a ball. It felt like
something had stung his dick six times, the pain intense and lasting. When Chi Cheng
came out after washing his hands, Wu Suowei was still grimacing.

His expression changed, and he walked over and hugged Wu Suowei, his large hands
entwined in his braids.

"Does your butt still hurt?"

The gentle air subsided, and Wu Suowei suppressed the urge to complain, forcing himself
to bear it.

"It doesn't hurt."

Chi Cheng maliciously twisted the braids in his hands, causing Wu Suowei to leap up and
slam a vicious punch into Chi Cheng's shoulder. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Fuck
your grandma!"

"My grandma's dead."

Wu Suowei wanted to make things clear under the fire, but Chi Cheng, fortuitously,
kissed him at that very moment. Didn't Wu Suowei know his own level of fortitude?
Kissed on his mouth, chest, and crotch—the chances of him opening his mouth again
were slim. He then grabbed Chi Cheng's hard head and pulled hard, finally freeing the
two entangled tongues.

Chi Cheng stared at him intently, and Wu Suowei stared back, too. The two stared at each
other for a moment.

Wu Suowei was about to speak when Chi Cheng beat him to the punch.

"Are you mad at me?"

Wu Suowei took a deep breath. "I..."

"Are you that foolish?" Chi Cheng interrupted forcefully. "I said I wouldn't force you,
and I won't force you. I'm not worried, so why are you?"

Hearing this, Wu Suowei felt a glimmer of hope.

"What if I'm still unhappy? Can you just stop?"

Chi Cheng told him clearly, "No, it's impossible."

"Why?" Wu Suowei was annoyed. "Do we have to go that far? If we don't do it that way,
we'll both enjoy it. If we do it that way, only one person will enjoy it. Why suffer that?"

"You're wrong." Chi Cheng gritted his teeth. "If we don't do it that way, we'll both enjoy
it. If we do it that way, we'll both enjoy it even more. The pain is only the first two times.
Once you get through it, you'll know how worth it those two times were."

Wu Suowei curled his lips. "Then it's your turn."

Chi Cheng glared at Wu Suowei with his fierce eyes, his meaning clear: the chances of
this happening to him were zero.

"If you can endure the pain of ruptured chest cartilage, why can't you endure that little bit
of pain?"

It wasn't about whether it hurt or not. Wu Suowei was troubled by the fact that he, a man,
was being raped.

Chi Cheng's tone softened. "If I didn't want you to feel pain, I wouldn't have done
anything so reckless. It's impossible for you to not feel any pain at all. I'll do my best to
stop you from crying."

What a confident tone! Wu Suowei was resolute after hearing it.

After a long silence, he finally forced himself to speak.

"Let's just break up."

Anyone in love would feel a jolt of shock at the words "break up," "break up," and
"divorce." Even though Wu Suowei was the one who initiated the conversation, even
though he had deliberately approached this person, he still shuddered when he finally
uttered those harsh words. The sharpness in his eyes faded, his chest felt heavy, and he
couldn't meet Chi Cheng's gaze.

"Just because you don't want to be taken advantage of?"

Wu Suowei shook his head. "No."

Chi Cheng's expression remained calm. "Then tell me a reason."

"Because I lied to you."

Chi Cheng pressed Wu Suowei's head against his own, his gaze piercing his pupils.

"What did you lie to me about?"

If Wu Suowei's claim of being afraid of being raped was a bit far-fetched, he didn't dare
admit it now; he was truly afraid.

"Actually, I'm not what you see," Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng asked, "So, what are you like?"

"During the time I've been with you, I haven't been myself for a single second. I don't
appreciate Western classical music, I don't like reading economics and politics, I don't
like to dress so well, I don't want every move to be gentlemanly, and I don't want to
speak so logically. Actually, I..."

Chi Cheng interrupted him, "Do you think this is what I see of you?"

Wu Suowei, "..."

"In my eyes, you're just a loser." "

Wu Suowei, "..."

Chi Cheng rubbed his thumb across Wu Suowei's forehead. "I just love seeing you in
those flowery shorts with holes in them, your trousers dragging down your balls; I love
seeing you clumsily blowing candy figurines, struggling to catch sparrows; I love seeing
you calculating pennies, picking your toes while reading comics; I love seeing you,
unable to resist a couple of licks, wiggling your hips and flexing your body like a slut...
You're my little loser, and it's that little bitch about you that I'm drawn to."

These shocking and heartfelt words stunned Wu Suowei.

Chi Cheng's mocking gaze lingered on Wu Suowei's frozen face, and he asked,
"Anything else?" "

Wu Suowei shook his head hesitantly.

Then, confused, he allowed Chi Cheng to take him back to his company. After taking a
shower, he lay on the bed, still conscious.

Chi Cheng pulled off his underwear, and Wu Suowei instinctively tried to stop him.

"Don't move." Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei's hand. "I'm just applying some medicine
to you." "
Chi Cheng's hands were warm and strong. Every time they were gripped, Wu Suowei felt
a warmth in his heart. He pulled his hands out and placed them under his cheeks, feeling
half his face burning.

Chi Cheng spread his buttocks apart and took a look. There was no tearing, just slight
swelling. His hand, rubbing the medicine, reached over, and the muscles at the tip of Wu
Suowei's buttocks immediately tensed into an alluring shape. Chi Cheng's tongue brushed
against his back teeth, wishing he could take a bite.

A touch of coolness eased the discomfort in his back, and Wu Suowei closed his eyes
comfortably.

The next second, his body suddenly flipped at a sharp angle, and he was held horizontally
in someone's arms.

Wu Suowei blushed and cried out, "What are you doing? I'm a tall, strong man, and
you're holding me like a woman. Is that right?"

Chi Cheng smiled, "It'll save you the trouble of lying there all the time."

"I'm not tired," Wu Suowei choked.

"Don't make trouble." Chi Cheng scolded Wu Suowei with a stern face, but seeing Wu
Suowei calm down, his gaze softened. "Let me see how your neck wound has healed."

He leaned his face close to Wu Suowei's neck, his stubble rubbing against his chin and
cheeks. Wu Suowei felt itchy and shook his head. Chi Cheng noticed the obvious scar
where Wu Suowei's neck muscles were raised, and his heart ached as he kissed him.
Small, delicate kisses extended from the scar on his neck to his nipples. Then, a large
hand crept up his inner thigh.

The three points were in a straight line, and Wu Suowei knew he was finished again.

The next morning, Jiang Xiaoshuai came to visit his apprentice with a worried heart.

The hall was crowded, and Jiang Xiaoshuai didn't see Wu Suowei for a long time.

He grabbed someone and asked, "Where's your general manager?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen him since this morning." "

Jiang Xiaoshuai headed straight for the second floor, to Wu Suowei's bedroom.
Wu Suowei had just woken up, and Chi Cheng's large hand was fiddling with his
morning erection, teasing, "It's still pretty hard."

"I'm holding my pee."

He pushed Chi Cheng's hand away and went to the bathroom. He pulled out his cock,
eager to get it done, when suddenly a pressure came from behind, and a large hand
gripped it firmly.

"Fuck, what are you doing?"

Chi Cheng held Wu Suowei tightly, his chin poking into his shoulder. His voice was
steady and powerful.

"Hold you."

Wu Suowei howled, "No need, get out of here!"

Chi Cheng held onto his hand tightly, his tone firm and unyielding, a hint of scoundrel in
his forceful tone.

"I'm going to watch you pee." "

After that, he began whistling.

Jiang Xiaoshuai knocked on the door, but the bathroom was soundproofed, so the two of
them didn't hear.

Is he thinking too much?

Thinking this way, he flung the door open and rushed in. The bed was a mess, the person
was gone, and an unusual sound of running water came from the bathroom... Jiang
Xiaoshuai's vision immediately flashed to Wu Suowei's scalded face floating in the
bathtub. His eyes widened, and he rushed into the bathroom, kicking the door open.

"Dawei!"

The sound of running water abruptly stopped, and four eyes shot over: two terrified, two
gloomy.

Jiang Xiaoshuai retreated to the door in small steps.

"Sorry to bother you."

He slammed the door shut, his face pale.

 CHAPTER 108
The next day, Wu Suowei didn’t step out the door at all.

Jiang Xiaoshuai had been worried sick. He couldn’t get through to him by phone, and his
messages got no reply. He had a bad feeling that Wu Suowei might’ve been taken care of
again, so he made a trip to the clinic in person. As soon as he pushed open the door, he
saw Wu Suowei wrapped in a blanket, lying curled up on the bed like a dumpling.

Jiang Xiaoshuai dragged him out by the blanket.

“You’re not dead, are you?!”

Wu Suowei’s face was pale, and he looked like he had no will to live.

“I’ve got to get out of here.”

“Where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here. I don’t care where I go, I just want to disappear.”

“What’s going on? You were all pumped up before you went over. Didn’t you say you
were going to break up with him?”

Wu Suowei clenched his teeth. “I got crushed again.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai slapped his thigh. “Didn’t I tell you not to go? Why the hell didn’t you
listen to me?! Just how many times are you going to fall for the same trick?! You’re not a
goddamn rubber ball! Don’t you feel embarrassed getting bounced around like this?!”

Wu Suowei was already frustrated. Being scolded like this made his eyes tear up.

Jiang Xiaoshuai pointed at his nose and cursed, “You’re just hopeless!”

Wu Suowei got up and packed a bag of clothes, preparing to leave town for a while.

He didn’t tell Jiang Xiaoshuai where he was going—he wasn’t sure himself. He just
wanted to take a train and go wherever it took him. He couldn’t stand being stuck in the
same city as Chi Cheng.

Just as he got everything together and stepped outside, a delivery man blocked his way.

“Is there a Mr. Wu here?”

Wu Suowei nodded. “That’s me.”

“Please sign here.”

Wu Suowei signed for the package. It was heavy. He carried it back into the room, placed
it on the table, and opened it.

Inside were twelve rubber dildos in different colors and sizes, arranged neatly in a row.
There was even a tag next to them that said: “One for each month—take your pick.”

Wu Suowei was stunned on the spot. For a moment, he didn’t even know how to react.

Jiang Xiaoshuai leaned over to look and nearly fainted.

“Fk, Chi Cheng is too fking cruel…”

Wu Suowei’s face turned from green to red, and then back to green. He wanted to go on
the run even more.

In the end, he didn’t get the chance.

That evening, Chi Cheng himself showed up.

Jiang Xiaoshuai blocked the door like a wall.

“What are you here for?”

Chi Cheng looked past him and said to Wu Suowei inside, “Did the gift I sent make you
happy?”

Wu Suowei slammed the door shut in his face.

Chi Cheng raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Xiaoshuai scolded, “Don’t you have any shame?! Do you think sending a bunch of
dicks makes you clever?!”

Chi Cheng tilted his head slightly. “They were for you, weren’t they?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai, “…”

Chi Cheng pushed Jiang Xiaoshuai aside with one hand and entered the room.

Wu Suowei was curled up on the bed again, with the blanket over his head, pretending
not to exist.

Chi Cheng sat beside him and gently peeled back the blanket.
“Still want to leave?”

Wu Suowei gave no response.

Chi Cheng patted his shoulder. “I’ll take you to the station.”

Still no response.

Chi Cheng lifted the blanket off him, dragged him out of bed, and carried him away in his
arms.

Wu Suowei kicked and struggled. “Put me down!”

Chi Cheng didn’t respond and carried him all the way to the front yard.

Jiang Xiaoshuai finally snapped and stood in front of the gate with a stick.

“I’m warning you, Chi Cheng—don’t force him again. I’ll fight you!”

Chi Cheng glanced at him coldly and said, “You can try.”

Then he put Wu Suowei in the passenger seat and got into the driver’s seat himself.

Jiang Xiaoshuai slammed his stick on the car hood. “If you dare touch him again, I’ll call
the police!”

Chi Cheng slowly turned to look at him. “You know what happened to the last person
who called the cops on me?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s hands shook slightly.

Chi Cheng smirked. “He ended up with twelve rubber dicks.”

CHAPTER 109
Jiang Xiaoshuai never imagined that after a lifetime of pride, he'd end up being the one
scheming against his own disciple.

Wu Suowei tried calling Jiang Xiaoshuai but couldn’t get through. Thinking his phone
service had been cut off, he gritted his teeth and topped it up with 30 yuan. When he
checked at the service center and found there was still over 200 left in the balance, he
regretted it so much he could cry. With no way to reach Jiang Xiaoshuai, Wu Suowei
started getting worried. It was a sensitive time—any odd ripple had to be taken seriously.
That afternoon, Wu Suowei drove for over an hour and finally arrived at the clinic.

But the door was locked. Jiang Xiaoshuai hadn’t come to work.

It was Monday—no reason to be closed!

Wu Suowei called again. Still unreachable. Anxious, he drove straight to Jiang

Xiaoshuai’s apartment. As the elevator slowly ascended, Wu Suowei caught a strong
whiff of Chi Cheng’s presence—a unique kind of scent. It wasn’t that Chi Cheng wore
cologne or anything; it was just… wherever he’d been, he left behind this particular
feeling.

And only Wu Suowei could sense it.

Just as that thought struck him, the elevator doors opened.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s door was unlocked. Wu Suowei pushed it open and stepped inside. The
air reeked of alcohol. Wu Suowei distinctly remembered that Jiang Xiaoshuai lived a
pretty healthy lifestyle—barely touched alcohol or cigarettes.

He called out from the entryway. No answer.

Confused, he walked through a few rooms. Still no sign of him—until he finally spotted
him curled up in a corner on the balcony.

“…What are you doing here?” Wu Suowei was stunned.

Empty liquor bottles were scattered around Jiang Xiaoshuai. Most were just for show;
he’d only actually sipped from the one in his hand. His eyes were bloodshot, unfocused,
and eventually drifted over to Wu Suowei’s face. After staring for a few seconds, he
grinned, raised the bottle, and shouted drunkenly, “Bro! Come have a drink!”

Wu Suowei was used to seeing Jiang Xiaoshuai composed and charming. This mess of a
man before him was hard to take.

So he grabbed the bottle from Jiang Xiaoshuai’s hand and forcefully dragged him back to
the bedroom, tucked him in under the covers. But the moment Wu Suowei left the room,
Jiang Xiaoshuai immediately sat up and started throwing things off the nightstand—
smashing them while muttering to himself about how he’d better get a huge wedding gift
once those two finally made up.

Hearing the commotion, Wu Suowei rushed back.

Jiang Xiaoshuai had his head buried under the blanket, shoulders shaking.
Wu Suowei’s heart tightened. He patted Jiang Xiaoshuai’s back gently.
“Xiaoshuai, what happened to you? If something’s wrong, tell me. Don’t do this to
yourself.”

“Telling you is pointless!” Jiang Xiaoshuai sobbed from under the covers.

Wu Suowei realized something serious had happened. He knelt beside the bed, trying to
calm him down.

“Xiaoshuai, listen to me. Your disciple isn’t the same weakling he used to be. I can
handle problems now. Please give me a chance to repay you, okay?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai thought gloomily: You son of a b***, the problem is YOU! If you
weren’t such a damn pushover and just let him do it that one time, would I be in this
mess?!*

“It’s Chi Cheng, right?” Wu Suowei stood up. “I’ll go find him.”

“No, don’t!” Jiang Xiaoshuai grabbed his arm, voice hoarse and defeated. “Please don’t
start a fight with him over this. I warned you before—he’s not someone we can afford to
mess with. If only we’d ended things sooner. If we’d stopped earlier, none of this
would’ve happened. I—I even feel like dying…” he said, pounding the bed.

Seeing him like this made Wu Suowei’s chest ache.

“So it was Chi Cheng, huh?” His voice now tinged with steel.

Jiang Xiaoshuai saw he was about to storm off and quickly clung to him with all his
weight.

“Dawei, I’m begging you—don’t go, okay?”

Wu Suowei struggled to break free, but Jiang Xiaoshuai wouldn’t let go. Left with no
choice, he swallowed his anger and asked gently, “At least tell me what happened.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai took a deep breath, his red eyes fixed on the bedsheet. After a long
pause, he said, “Yesterday Chi Cheng came to me. He said he’s almost out of patience
with you. If you don’t give him an answer soon, he said I’d have to take your place.”

Wu Suowei’s face changed instantly. “What the hell? What does this have to do with
you?!”

“It didn’t originally. But don’t forget—Guozi likes me. Chi Cheng’s always had beef
with him. Before, he let me be because of you. But now, since you keep dragging your
feet and I pissed him off again, of course he’s turning his sights on me.”
As he spoke, he started slamming his fist into his forehead in frustration.

“Just leave me alone. I’ve already been forced once; who cares if it happens again? My
so-called chastity doesn’t mean anything anymore!”

Wu Suowei stood there in silence, expression frozen.

Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t handle alcohol. A few sips and he was already crashing. After
crying and fighting, he soon passed out from exhaustion.

When he woke up, Wu Suowei was gone.

Sitting on the bed, Jiang Xiaoshuai recalled, just before falling asleep, hearing Wu
Suowei say, “Master, I’ll do anything for you.” His chest tightened with guilt and
sorrow.

Wu Suowei was willing to force himself to accept what he hated most just for his sake.

Yet he, Jiang Xiaoshuai, had schemed against his own disciple to save his own skin.

There’s a kind of deep bond that only exists between master and disciple.

Looking out the window, Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t help wondering: Has Wu Suowei
already climbed into Chi Cheng’s bed by now? His eyes welled up just thinking about it.
He was about to wipe them when a gentle voice came from behind him.

“Xiaoshuai, don’t be sad. I’ve handled it.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai jumped and turned around in disbelief. Wu Suowei stood there, perfectly
unharmed.

“You… you’re back so soon? He didn’t keep you?”

“It’s not time for him to keep me yet,” Wu Suowei replied calmly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai remembered the five-day deadline Chi Cheng had given and suddenly
understood what he meant.

Wu Suowei added, “Xiaoshuai, don’t you want to know how I handled it?” His tone
carried the righteousness of a man making noble sacrifice.

Jiang Xiaoshuai winced. “Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

Unexpectedly, Wu Suowei grinned proudly, eyes gleaming.

“My plan kills two birds with one stone. It unties your knot and cures my own illness.
You’ll regret not hearing it.”

A bad feeling crept into Jiang Xiaoshuai’s gut.

Wu Suowei puffed up with pride. “I went to see Guozi today. He agreed—if Chi Cheng
gives up on me, he’s willing to be with me to protect you.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai: “…”

“That way, if Chi Cheng wants revenge, he won’t go after you—he’ll target me instead.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai recalled a news story once about a man whose nerves were miswired,
and brushing his teeth gave him an orgasm. Wu Suowei seemed to be getting close to that
level. There was no good reason not to go completely unhinged at this point.

“Why don’t you just get with him already?! Why do you have to go through all this?!”

Wu Suowei’s eyes sparkled. “You don’t get it. Chi Cheng is cunning. If I say yes now,
it’s like walking straight into his trap. Better to hold back, see if he really loses patience,
then act accordingly.”

You're not too late? I’m already screwed!

Jiang Xiaoshuai howled inside. You’re the one who started this mess. I helped you clean
it up. Now you step in all righteous and take over—and suddenly you're the hero? Give
me a damn break!

He glanced at the clock. It was already past midnight. The whole day had been wasted.

The next day, everything was calm. Chi Cheng didn’t show up. Wu Suowei enjoyed a
rare, debt-collector-free day. After a shower that night, he snuggled into bed and had a
peaceful night’s sleep.

On the third morning, as Wu Suowei was verifying orders on his computer, Jiang
Xiaoshuai called.

“Hey, Dawei—I’ve got some good news. You’ll be thrilled!”

Wu Suowei was intrigued. “What is it?”

“Guozi told me that Chi Cheng’s snake prince is coming back in three days!”

“Snake prince?” Wu Suowei asked with forced nonchalance.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was hyped. “You know! His official partner—Chi Cheng’s one true
love! The guy he’s been hung up on for six years! The one he was even willing to cut ties
with friends over. Yesterday I saw an old photo of the three of them back in school at
Guozi’s place. That guy—Wang Shuo—holy crap, he’s gorgeous. I mean, it’s beyond
words. Stupid handsome!”

Wu Suowei’s expression darkened. “So what if he’s coming back?”

“Think about it. With the original boyfriend back in the picture, would Chi Cheng even
look at us anymore? That means he won’t come after me, and maybe he’ll even hook up
with Guozi too. I’ll be totally free! This is a triple win! Where else would you find a
miracle like this?!”

Wu Suowei forced a grin so fake it made those educational toy robots look sincere.

“Well, great news.”

“Dawei, aren’t we just the luckiest pair ever?”

Wu Suowei replied mechanically, “Yep.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai happily hummed a tune on the other end.

Wu Suowei barely heard it. He just sat there, holding the phone, and when he finally
came to, the line was already silent.

CHAPTER 110
For the entire day, Wu Suowei was in a daze, repeatedly making mistakes while checking
accounts. Eventually losing patience, he threw the work over to his subordinates.
Yesterday he had secretly rejoiced that no one was bothering him, stealing a day of
leisure; today was also quiet, but Wu Suowei’s heart was uneasy, tossing and turning as
he contemplated the hidden problems behind this calm.

At five o’clock in the afternoon, the company officially ended work on time.

After the tense and demanding opening period, the company had formally entered its
regular operations. Each department had clear divisions of labor, all matters big and small
were well managed. Customers kept coming steadily, schedules were packed, funds
circulated rapidly, and operations ran smoothly. This good situation was expected—Chi
Cheng’s early preparation had been very thorough, paving a smooth and stable road.
He personally visited the main supply factory; the same batch of goods of higher quality
were preferentially sent here and specially handled during loading and transport.
Furthermore, Chi Gongzi (Young Master Chi) held powerful social resources—any
organization that received his recommendation materials dared not offend him.

Good goods, low costs, efficient transport and installation, excellent after-sales service,
plus a hardworking, meticulous general manager—such a company would hardly fail to
develop well.

The company’s operations grew more stable, and Wu Suowei found more and more free
time. Not long ago, he had wished to be busier so he could legitimately avoid some
matters. Now he was completely free, and no one disturbed him. Even though it was only
two days, the once nerve-wracking entrance suddenly felt deserted.

Wu Suowei checked all the switches and door locks in every room, confirming security
was perfect, then returned to his bedroom.

Sitting in front of the computer, unsure what to do, he noticed he hadn’t seen that pop-up
window for two days.

Wu Suowei no longer needed to stay hidden; he logged in openly but no one paid
attention.

Chi Cheng’s icon was darkened, the two big “eggs” on it dimmed. Wu Suowei thought
maybe Chi Cheng didn’t have the energy to act crazy in front of his computer anymore.

He sat blankly for over two hours, about to log off, when suddenly Chi Cheng’s icon lit
up.

Wu Suowei clenched the mouse tighter, inexplicably hoping for something, but after
sitting quietly for over ten minutes with the icon lit, nothing happened.

Two more minutes passed, and Wu Suowei noticed Chi Cheng’s icon had changed—
from two big eggs to a snake. The username was changed to “You are my beloved little
snake spirit.” Even the previously blank personal status had text—only five characters—
but enough to send a hurricane through Wu Suowei’s heart:

“Three days, hope, wait, endure.”

A wave of bitterness surged up. Wu Suowei slammed the laptop shut so hard his teeth
ground loudly.

“Hope your grandmother! Stupid! Trash! Wearing a green hat and still foolishly waiting!
Talking tough when complaining, now the person is coming and you’re all ‘little snake
spirit’ this and that! Screw your snake! Damn! Damn! Damn!”
He pounded the desk three times violently, his shoe soles thudding loudly, sparks flying,
and stormed to the bathroom.

He took a cold shower, quenching the fire in his chest and cooling his heart.

Lying in bed, his forehead itching, the phone by his pillow remained silent.

No one warned him not to scratch anymore, so he scratched freely and hard—scratched
in a frenzy, scratched to vent frustration... until the itching completely disappeared, his
fingernails stained with dried blood and dirt, and he suffered pain all night.

...

At the traffic police booth near the intersection, Chi Cheng was happily shaking dice,
listening to the sound while peering keenly at the road. Using wrist strength to toss the
dice into the cup, slowly controlling the force until he felt all five dice stuck to the inner
wall, then with a “clack” he stopped the cup and gently lifted it—five dice standing
neatly in a column.

He added a spare die and continued shaking.

Soon, the booth door opened and a traffic cop walked in.

“Officer Chi, you better go out and check. Your buddy has run over twenty red lights, the
cameras are clicking like crazy. Earlier, an auxiliary officer tried to persuade him, but he
drove off and came right back, cruising back and forth through the intersection. We saw
it was your old car and recognized him, so no one dared stop him!”

Chi Cheng didn’t respond, continuing to shake the dice noisily.

“Officer Chi, you can’t keep this up!” the cop cautiously warned.

Chi Cheng abruptly stopped shaking the dice, moved the cup aside, showing six dice
standing vertically.

The cop’s eyes widened in amazement. “Holy crap, how do you do that?!”

Chi Cheng bypassed him and walked out.

Wu Suowei, wearing a black shirt with an open collar, a cigarette dangling from his
mouth, two band-aids on his forehead, deliberately rolled down his window and stirred
up trouble at the intersection, driving the secondhand car he’d gotten from Chi Cheng.

From the rearview mirror, he caught sight of Chi Cheng’s figure, bit down hard on his
filtered cigarette, turned his car around, and charged forward, grinding his tire near Chi
Cheng’s foot, leaving a large mark.
Chi Cheng watched silently, emotion well hidden.

Wu Suowei swept his sharp gaze over Chi Cheng’s face, then spat the cigarette butt at
Chi Cheng’s foot and snarled:

“Hypocrite!”

With that, he stepped on the gas and sped away, never turning back.

Turns out, all this driving around was just for those two words.

Chi Cheng let him run red lights, ignored the cigarette spit, but that open collar and the
band-aids on his forehead? That could not be forgiven. Chi Cheng sneered, “I’m keeping
score. In three days, we’ll settle everything item by item.”

Nearby, three new auxiliary officers whispered:

“A car just ran over twenty red lights. No one dared stop it.”

“I even saw the driver spit on Officer Chi’s foot!”

“Chi didn’t flip his car?”

“Flip the car? Chi was even smiling at him.”

“Damn, that guy’s hardcore!”

...

A few days ago, Chi Cheng had been attentive and caring, now he didn’t even show his
face. When approached, he acted indifferent. Just recently, he had been sincere and
patient, but within two days, changed completely.

Wu Suowei could only sum it up as “hypocritical.”

He hadn’t slept all night. He thought after cursing today he’d finally get a good sleep, but
his heart remained heavy. Tossing and turning in bed, replaying Chi Cheng’s words, the
more he thought, the more hateful he felt. His eyes darted around the bedroom like
cannonballs until dawn.

Wu Suowei showed up at the company with two dark circles under his eyes, adopting a
strict manager’s demeanor. He snapped at anyone who displeased him. At lunch in the
cafeteria, he ordered potatoes but got tofu slices instead. Glancing at them, he slammed
down his chopsticks and walked off.

In the afternoon, he went to Chi Cheng’s place—the steamy underground basement.

The landlord told him Chi Cheng had moved out.

“When did he move out?” Wu Suowei asked.

“Just these couple of days.”

“Did he say why?”

“Need I say?” The landlord smirked carelessly. “He’s a rich kid—staying here was just
for novelty, to experience life. Who could stand it long-term?”

He’d lived in that damp, stifling place for six years and tolerated it, so why now couldn’t
he? It was obvious—the snake master was back, so the substitute little snakes were
demoted. Could he let the snake master suffer here? Of course not! He’d be heartbroken!

Poor Erbao. If only Wu Suowei had known Chi Cheng was so ungrateful, he would have
secretly taken Erbao away to live with him!

Wu Suowei stomped on the accelerator and sped back to the company. Entering his room,
he grabbed that evil box and stormed out. Throwing open the car door, he slammed the
box inside, turned the car around, and headed straight to the traffic management bureau.

...

On a rare free day, Chi Yuanduan arrived alone by car at the traffic bureau.

The director was absent, so the deputy director hurried out apologetically. “Secretary Chi,
you didn’t even give us a heads-up. If it weren’t for Director Zhang knocking, I wouldn’t
have known.”

Chi Yuanduan calmly replied, “I just came by to take a look.”

The deputy director led him inside. “Please have a seat here, Secretary Chi.”

“No need,” Chi Yuanduan waved him off. “Tell me where Chi Cheng’s office is—I want
to see.”

On the way, Director Lei praised Chi Cheng lavishly, but Chi Yuanduan cut him off
coldly:

“I know my son well enough.”

Entering Chi Cheng’s office, it was spacious, bright, clean, and tidy, cleaned daily by
dedicated staff. The conditions were excellent, perks special, and even the desk was
better than those of officers of the same rank. The traffic bureau certainly hadn’t
shortchanged his son.
“Don’t make exceptions for him in the future,” Chi Yuanduan warned sternly.

The deputy director nodded. “Everyone gets the same treatment—no special favors.”

Chi Yuanduan silently opened Chi Cheng’s drawer, which was cluttered with odds and
ends. A bottle of Dabao (a Chinese skincare brand) stood out oddly. Chi Cheng usually
carried it on him, but hadn’t brought it these days, fearing Wu Suowei might see and
realize something.

“I remember he never used this stuff,” Chi Yuanduan muttered.

The deputy director chuckled, “Young people these days are more vain than we were.”

Suddenly, a loud crash came from the glass beside them. Both stepped back several
paces. When they steadied themselves, the glass was shattered and mixed with an
unidentified rod-shaped object.

Director Lei picked it up, feigning puzzlement.

“What... what is this?”

Just then, another rod flew in with a clatter. The deputy director tried to shield Chi
Yuanduan, but he didn’t dodge—he caught the rod with one hand.

Holding it side by side with the first, Chi Yuanduan immediately understood what they
were for, his face turning pale. The deputy director still pretended ignorance, fumbling
around, making Chi Yuanduan uncomfortable.

Wu Suowei stood downstairs, angrily cursing, “Damn it, smash you to death! Keep the
rest for yourself!”

And so, one by one, from small to large, he hurled twelve anal dilators toward Chi
Cheng’s office window.

The two old men inside took the hits. The rods got thicker and the blows more painful.
The last one hit the deputy director’s forehead, nearly knocking him out.

Wu Suowei quickly got in his car and sped off.

Director Lei stumbled to the window and shouted angrily outside:

“Get him caught!”

Fang Xin and several others rushed out of the lobby, about to get in police cars to chase,
when suddenly one recognized the car ahead.
“Isn’t that the badass guy who ran red lights and provoked the team leader? Are we really
going to chase him?”

The deputy director yelled again, “Secretary Chi is under attack! Are you guys just going
to stand there?!”

Before he finished, Chi Yuanduan stopped them.

“Don’t chase him.”

Why chase? Couldn’t he recognize his own son’s car?

Frowning, he picked up the twelve rods of varying thicknesses, packed them in a bag, and
carried them away.

CHAPTER 111
Day Five…

Jiang Xiaoshuai felt like a prisoner on the brink of execution, and Wu Suowei was the
hand holding the gun. Whether the bullet—Chi Cheng—would be fired depended entirely
on how well Wu Suowei controlled that hand.

Whether Wu Suowei could steady the hand or not would be decided by today’s final
showdown.

Another sleepless night. Wu Suowei’s heart was shattered like those pieces of broken
glass.

When Jiang Xiaoshuai saw Wu Suowei, he was startled by the sight: sallow face, dark
eye bags, pale lips, dull pupils—nothing looked normal. Seeing Wu Suowei’s miserable
state secretly gave Jiang Xiaoshuai some hope—maybe today would be the day.

“Dawei, how have you been these two days?” Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly patted Wu
Suowei on the shoulder.

Wu Suowei almost stumbled from the blow, barely steadying himself. Jiang Xiaoshuai’s
fatal strike hit his fragile heart again: “Good days are coming. Tonight we’ll go out and
celebrate!”

Actually, this so-called “good day” was no good day for either of them.

Wu Suowei’s face twitched, forcing a smile.

“Sure, we need to celebrate.”

The more Wu Suowei forced the smile, the less confident he looked, which only fueled
Jiang Xiaoshuai’s hope and motivation. Both sat together, each with their own thoughts,
laughing and joking on the surface, but inwardly both were tightly wound.

“Has Chi Cheng bothered you these past two days?” Wu Suowei tentatively asked.

“Not at all!” Jiang Xiaoshuai replied quite relaxed.

Wu Suowei couldn’t manage a smile, only a barely-there calm expression.

“That’s good.”

“Hahaha…” Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed heartily. “I was worried Chi Cheng might change
his mind halfway, but after gossiping with Guo Chengyu, I realized that worry was totally
unnecessary.”

“What did you two talk about?”

After asking, Wu Suowei mentally slapped himself—why did you have to open your big
mouth!

“What else? Just their little drama! I found myself getting more interested in Wang Shuo.
I knew he was handsome and popular, but now I realize—this guy’s a total heartthrob!”

He leaned toward Wu Suowei, excitedly praising, “You know? He’s super talented.
Besides raising snakes, he’s skilled in both Western and Chinese musical instruments. In
high school, he held a concert and even wrote some songs for Chi Cheng.”

These lies stabbed at Wu Suowei’s backbone. With Wu’s level—falling asleep at

concerts and idolizing Yao Ming as a singer—forget composing, even singing old cheesy
love songs was a struggle.

Jiang Xiaoshuai kept pressing the sore spot, hitting the mark every time.

“Plus, he’s super fit. He was a national-level athlete in high school, full of energy! Tsk
tsk… just hearing Guo Chengyu’s description made me drool. Apparently, anyone who’s
been with him, no matter who they’re with later, when they close their eyes, his image
lingers forever, never going away.”

Wu Suowei’s eyes darkened with contempt.

“Is it really that exaggerated?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai babbled more nonsense, “Guo’s been thinking about him for six years
after just a little time together. Imagine Chi Cheng with him for three years—that’s a
lifetime of obsession. Who can cut out such a deeply rooted tumor? Can you? You
definitely can’t. You’re too small and weak.”

Wu Suowei snapped, “I don’t even care to cut it out!”

Seeing Wu was about to lose it, Jiang Xiaoshuai intensified his pokes.

“Besides, the guy’s fearless. He raised venomous snakes, got bitten seven or eight times,
nearly died twice, but didn’t care—kept raising them! I respect that. Chi Cheng’s
impressive, but Wang Shuo still sneaks around with other men behind his back. Can you
do that? Of course not. You don’t even dare be with him properly, let alone betray him.”

Wu Suowei’s face turned purple. “That’s because I look down on him!”

“Sure, sure, you look down on him,” Jiang Xiaoshuai grinned. “I’m just kidding. Why get
so worked up?”

“Who’s worked up?” Wu Suowei reddened and growled. “How can you tell?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai thought: Where can’t I tell? Your temper’s so hot you could
spontaneously combust without gasoline.

“Look at this—good topic, but you ruined it by talking too much,” Jiang Xiaoshuai
pretended to be puzzled. “Dawei, you don’t seem right. Something on your mind?”

Wu Suowei sneered coldly, “I’m just overexcited.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai chatted for a while longer, knowing he had made Wu’s face look like a
burnt pan before finally putting his hands in his pockets, beaming with swagger, and
leaving.

Around eight in the evening, Wu Suowei dragged his almost broken-down bones onto the
bed. To survive the night, he took four sleeping pills early. Lying down, he fell asleep
quickly and dreamed.

In the dream, he and Chi Cheng were lying on that small bed in the clinic. Chi Cheng said
to him, “I promised you. I definitely will do it.”

Hearing that, Wu Suowei woke up. It was still dark, the clock pointed to eleven.

Wu Suowei almost broke down.

Why couldn’t he have slept just one hour longer?

Suddenly he remembered that night when Chi Cheng poured his heart out—it was the
same, enduring moment by moment. At the time, he hadn’t noticed, but when he saw the
clock pass midnight, his heart relaxed. That day was Wang Shuo’s birthday. Chi Cheng
got himself drunk for him, and Wu Suowei still remembered every word clearly.

One hour away, under no traffic, the farthest house Chi Cheng lived in was half an hour’s
drive. So if he could just endure half an hour, he could let go of all hope.

How to endure?

Books, TV, movies wouldn’t hold his attention. He had no strength to clean. Staring
blankly made him irritable. Thinking over and over, the only last resort was to put his
hand down his pants. If lucky, he could get aroused twice, and the half hour would pass.
But judging from the situation today, even getting aroused once would be good.

Wu Suowei closed his eyes, imagining various girls shaking their hips in front of him.

“Girls, girls…” he muttered silently, but his hand was inactive. Frustrated, his motions
grew rougher, not only failing to feel good but making himself uncomfortable.

After enduring a while, his shoulders relaxed. He gave up on himself: one more
indulgence wouldn’t hurt, anyway, once this night passed, he’d have nothing to do with
Chi Cheng.

Thinking this, he forcibly dragged Chi Cheng back into his mind. His little companion
immediately revived.

Slowly and gently, he recalled those intimate moments, sinking in the tender memories.

“Anyone who’s been with him, no matter who else they’re with, when they close their
eyes, his image is forever there, never going away.”

“Who can cut out such a deeply rooted tumor? Can you? You definitely can’t.”

Those two sudden sentences totally messed up Wu Suowei’s rhythm. He wanted to push
these thoughts away, but failed.

“If he dares show up in front of me, I’ll fuck him till he’s out of breath!”

In his mind played a scene of Chi Cheng and Wang Shuo rolling in bed, vividly seeing
Chi Cheng’s deeply addicted eyes, heavy gasps, calling Wang Shuo’s name over and
over, ringing clearly in his ears.

The thing in Wu Suowei’s hand instantly shriveled.

Just like all his principles and beliefs, under immense mental torture, shriveling to
nothing. Resentment, pain, unwillingness, heartache—all negative emotions surged in his
wounded chest, piling up until unbearable.

Finally, it exploded.

At eleven-thirty, Wu Suowei gritted his teeth and climbed out of bed, eyes blazing with
fury, storming toward the door. Inside, he roared wildly: “I don’t care if you can write
songs or how brave you are, or how good you fuck! He’s mine, Wu Grandpa’s! You
better get lost as far as possible!”

He yanked the door open suddenly but stopped abruptly.

A strong, imposing figure blocked the doorway. With a chiseled face and fierce brows, he
smiled faintly without trying to hide it.

“I thought you’d wait until 11:59 to burst out. Looks like I overestimated your self-
control.”

Wu Suowei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly roared and lunged fiercely at Chi
Cheng, biting his neck savagely. He didn’t let go until tasting the blood and staining his
teeth red.

Chi Cheng just held him as he bit.

After a long while, Wu Suowei choked up and couldn’t bite anymore, two hot tears
soaked into Chi Cheng’s collar.

At this moment, Chi Cheng suddenly felt guilty.

Why force him so harshly to submit? He was just narrow-minded, stubborn, a little dull.
If only he’d been more patient, kept coaxing, maybe the knot in his heart could’ve
unraveled gently. But forcing him so violently, tearing out flesh and blood, how could he
not hurt?

CHAPTER 112
After a long while, Wu Suowei finally spoke.

“You belong to me.”

Chi Cheng’s fierce, sweeping gaze instantly softened. His large hands cupped Wu
Suowei’s cheeks, and with a deep laugh, he said steadily, “I belong to you.”
Wu Suowei then domineeringly added, “You can’t fuck him!”

Chi Cheng pressed his mouth against Wu Suowei’s ear, his breath rough.

“If not him, then you.”

Just as he was about to make a move, Wu Suowei seriously stopped him, emphasizing
again:

“When you fuck me, don’t think about him.”

Why was this kid talking so much nonsense today?

Chi Cheng was confused. “Why would I think about him when I’m with you?”

“You know damn well! I warn you, no matter how talented that guy is, he’s got nothing
to do with you anymore. From now on, the only sound in your ears should be my
beautiful singing; no matter how fit he is, don’t even think about him. You should care
about the wounds on my neck and chest; his bravery is his own business. Don’t use other
people’s lack of morals as a standard and twist my self-respect and self-love into some
kind of nonsense…”

From this utterly incomprehensible lecture, Chi Cheng realized one thing: Jiang
Xiaoshuai not only talks too much, he’s also a hopeless romantic.

Not wanting to ruin the good mood, Chi Cheng steered the conversation back, his hands
gripping the flesh on Wu Suowei’s hips, teasingly asking, “Then why did you let me fuck
you?”

Wu Suowei looked down, picking at his fingers, voice muffled.

“I didn’t say that.”

Chi Cheng’s curiosity was piqued by Wu Suowei’s behavior, kneading him again and
asking, “Then what did you say?”

“I just said you’re mine. Nothing else.”

Chi Cheng quickly asked, “Then are you mine?”

Wu Suowei felt awkward saying these things to another man, but couldn’t avoid Chi
Cheng’s aggressive questioning, so he impatiently replied, “Isn’t that obvious?”

Chi Cheng’s laughter came from his chest, full of overwhelming dominance, his hands
moving to the inner sides of Wu Suowei’s buttocks, his sharp gaze burning into Wu
Suowei’s face.
“Even if you’re mine, you need proof. In today’s world, how can you get by without
proof? If you don’t carry a ‘Chi Cheng certificate,’ what will you do if I run away
someday? Where will you go to chase me?”

Wu Suowei snorted coldly. “Good, if you run away, I’ll just get a certificate with
someone else.”

Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei’s collar fiercely, yanking him onto the nearby sofa and
pinning him down with a kiss.

“Who the hell dares to steal Chi Cheng from me?”

Right after saying this, the restless person called. Wu Suowei glanced at the time: exactly
midnight. His heart trembled. Chi Cheng noticed and squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“It’s okay, it’s just my dad.”

Saying that, Chi Cheng got up from the sofa and paced to the balcony.

“Where are you now?” Chi Yuan asked remotely.

“At a friend’s place. What’s up?” Chi Cheng replied calmly.

“Come home immediately.”

“I’m busy now,” Chi Cheng refused.

Chi Yuan was stern. “If you don’t come home now, tomorrow I’ll come and tear down
your friend’s company.”

When Chi Cheng returned from the balcony, Wu Suowei was still lying honestly on the
sofa. Though physically tired, his spirit was still good. He even reached out to Chi
Cheng, signaling, “Come on, let’s continue getting certified.”

Hearing this, two conflicting emotions collided inside Chi Cheng, exploding into a
mushroom cloud.

Getting to this point wasn’t easy. He had been waiting so long for Wu Suowei to take the
initiative. Now that his hand was reaching out, how could he not take it? Chi Cheng
gritted his teeth, silently vowing that whoever messed with him in front of Chi Yuan—
man or woman—would be punished mercilessly!

“My dad’s calling, I have to go back first,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei’s expression changed. He couldn’t help asking, “Is it really your dad
calling?”
Chi Cheng gave a firm nod.

“I’ll be back as soon as I’m done. I won’t stay home to sleep.”

Wu Suowei, unusually understanding, looked at Chi Cheng with big shiny eyes. “Then
hurry back. I’ll be waiting.”

Chi Cheng suppressed his reluctance and pushed the door open to leave.

Wu Suowei’s words were sincere—waiting for him to come back before going to sleep—
but no more than two minutes later, Wu Suowei was asleep on the sofa. After days of
severe insomnia, now that his heart was at ease, his body’s needs became the priority.

Chi Cheng was interrogated all night by Chi Yuan about the twelve expansion rods.

Originally, Chi Yuan had no intention of conflicting with Chi Cheng’s “certification”
time, but this matter was sensitive! It couldn’t be discussed during the day and he didn’t
want the overly cautious Zhong Wenyu to find out. So only after midnight, when Zhong
Wenyu was asleep, did he call Chi Cheng over.

At first, Chi Cheng acted like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, stubbornly claiming
the rods had nothing to do with him.

Chi Yuan spoke, “Nothing to do with you? Then tell me, who did you sell the car to? I’ll
go find him directly.”

To protect Wu Suowei, Chi Cheng took the blame.

“I secretly instructed someone to do it.”

Chi Yuan immediately darkened, “I knew you had no good intentions! You’re smashing
your own dad with this? In front of your boss? The most selfless thing I’ve done in this
life is let a troublemaker like you be born in our family!”

Chi Cheng played the role of the scapegoat without complaint.

“You like smashing stuff, don’t you? Fine, now smash these twelve dirty things with your
fists. You must break them all before you go home! If you don’t smash them, tomorrow
morning I’ll bring people to smash your shop. You decide which one you want.”

To mimic the feel of his own equipment, Chi Cheng deliberately chose harder materials
for the expansion rods to increase compatibility with his intestines. Unexpectedly, the
thing closest and most intimate to these rods ended up being his own fist—damn, they
were really hard! Chi Cheng frowned and smashed for over four hours.
…

Early morning, Li Wang and Guo Chengyu went out on errands. On their way back, Li
Wang, bored, brought up Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“He let Chi Cheng scare him.”

Guo Chengyu gave a wry smile. “I know.”

“You know?” Li Wang suddenly understood. “Right, that day Da Tie Tou came looking
for you.”

Guo Chengyu said nothing, squinting at the car window, lost in thought.

Li Wang said again, “Your people just let him scare them like that?”

The implication was, they should at least teach him a lesson.

Guo Chengyu licked his lips, ordering Li Wang, “Go to the trade center. I need to have a
good talk with Wu Suowei.”

Wu Suowei had no idea that those dozen rods were hitting Chi Yuan’s head. Chi Cheng
was being scolded while Wu Suowei was snoring. Chi Cheng was being punished while
Wu Suowei was grinding his teeth in his sleep. He slept straight through till early
morning, not even changing positions. Upon waking, he learned Chi Cheng had been out
all night, and had taken his phone without telling anyone.

Wu Suowei first washed up. After a good sleep, his spirits were restored and he was in
the mood to look in the mirror.

An employee came upstairs knocking, “General Manager, someone’s here to see you.”

Wu Suowei went downstairs and saw Guo Chengyu sitting in the lobby, chatting happily
with two female staff.

“What are you doing here?” Wu Suowei asked.

Guo Chengyu turned his smiling eyes to him, teasing, “You never reply to me. I got
worried. So? When are we getting together?”

Wu Suowei seriously told him, “The agreement’s off. I’m already with Chi Cheng.”

Guo Chengyu smiled ambiguously. “So you just gave me false hope!”
Wu Suowei cleared his throat and warned, “Everything you say could reach my master’s
ears.”

Guo Chengyu chuckled to himself: what a big fool! Already sold out and still bargaining
for him.

“Let’s find somewhere to talk,” Guo Chengyu patted Wu Suowei’s shoulder. “We were
married for a day, so we owe each other. After all this confusion with someone else, you
owe me an explanation, don’t you?”

When did I ever have a thing with you? Wu Suowei, half-confused, got into Guo
Chengyu’s car.

On the way, Wu Suowei asked, “Didn’t you go pick Wang Shuo up at the airport today?”

Guo Chengyu gave a surprised look. “He’s back? How come I didn’t know?”

“Don’t joke!” Wu Suowei laughed sarcastically. “You told Xiaoshuai everything, now
you’re pretending to be clueless with me?”

Guo Chengyu understood, chuckling.

“If I said I haven’t seen Jiang Xiaoshuai for a week, would you believe me?”

Without hesitation, Wu Suowei said, “No.”

Guo Chengyu patted Wu Suowei’s head. So straightforward, so lovable.

After a while, Wu Suowei’s eyes shifted, and he turned to Guo Chengyu.

“Wasn’t it you who said Wang Shuo is talented, skilled at all sorts of Western and
Chinese instruments, and can even write songs?”

Hearing this, Guo Chengyu and Li Wang both laughed.

“I’ll tell you, he never sings on key. Believe it?”

Wu Suowei’s answer was the same two words: “No.”

“Wang Shuo was a national-level athlete in high school. You told Xiaoshuai that, right?”

Guo Chengyu laughed. “I’ll say he can’t even run a thousand meters. Believe it?”

Wu Suowei still shook his head.

“Then who’s the one who slept with him once and has been savoring it for six years?”
The car fell into dead silence. After a moment, a faint voice sounded.

“I’ll say I never slept with him. Believe it?”

Wu Suowei: “…”

CHAPTER 113
Guo Chengyu took Wu Suowei to a nightclub with singing and dancing. It was quiet
during the day, with only a few waiters wandering between private rooms. Guo Chengyu
was clearly a regular here; shortly after they arrived, several decent-looking waiters came
over to greet him.

Wu Suowei and Guo Chengyu entered a private room, and a flamboyant male waiter
followed them in. It was obvious he was trying to cozy up to Guo Chengyu, with obvious
flirtatious intent.

Wu Suowei, being straight, felt a bit uncomfortable seeing this.

Guo Chengyu still cared about his image in front of Wu Suowei, so he gave the flirty
waiter a clear warning:

“Behave yourself today. I’m here on business.”

The waiter surprisingly complied and didn’t cause any trouble.

“Do you come here often?” Wu Suowei asked.

Guo Chengyu took a sip of his drink and replied calmly, “Not as often as Chi Cheng.”

That immediately hit a nerve with the waiter, who kept pestering Guo Chengyu, “Hey,
why hasn’t Young Master Chi come by for so long? What’s he been busy with? I’m
dying to see him!”

Guo Chengyu teased, “You’re craving him again, huh?”

The waiter shamelessly smiled, “Yeah! Go tell Young Master Chi that my ass is itchy and
he needs to come over and fuck me soon.”

Wu Suowei nearly spit his fruit wine everywhere.

Shortly after, Guo Chengyu took a call and stepped out, leaving just Wu Suowei and the
waiter. The waiter smiled at Wu Suowei from a short distance. Seeing no obvious
rejection, he quickly got closer.

“Hey bro, you’re straight, right?”

Wu Suowei brushed his hand off his leg, expressionless: “Yes.”

The waiter pouted, “Never been with a guy before?”

Wu Suowei didn’t want to answer, so he flipped the question back.

“Did Chi Cheng always come here?”

The waiter nodded, “For a while he came every day, even stayed overnight.”

Wu Suowei knew digging into Chi Cheng’s past would only cause trouble, but he still
couldn’t help asking.

“What does he do here?”

“Play with people! You think he really comes here to sing and dance?”

Wu Suowei’s heart tightened, “What exactly does he do?”

The waiter’s interest peaked instantly.

“Chi Cheng likes heavy stuff — group sex, BDSM, all kinds of usuals. Did you notice
the second room on your right when you turned the corner? That’s for special services.
Chi Cheng goes in there screaming like a banshee and has a blast. The classic is called
‘snake head, snake tail’ — a few people hanging upside down, a snake crawls up from
below like a tail. The shortest tail wins, and whoever falls out gets punished.”

Wu Suowei nearly slid off the sofa.

The waiter added, “But Chi Cheng pays the most, and aside from special services, he
never yells or insults the staff. That’s why everyone likes him here. Most importantly,
he’s really good — even if he’s torn up, he can make you feel amazing.” His face flushed
as he said this.

Wu Suowei glanced sideways at him, “Sounds like he’s had a lot of fun with you, huh?”

The waiter batted his eyes, “He orders me the most. He says I’m obedient and can be
played with however he wants. See these scars on my waist? Chi Cheng burned them
with cigarettes. And this nipple ring? He put it in. Oh, and the bruises from him whipping
my ass haven’t gone away yet — wanna see?”

Wu Suowei quickly reached out, “No need.”

Too late — the waiter had already pulled down his pants. The marks of “love” were
horrifically spread all over his buttocks, making Wu Suowei’s heart turn cold.
Guo Chengyu finished his call and came back, seeing Wu Suowei just coming out of the
room.

“Hey, why are you leaving?”

Wu Suowei’s face was complicated. “Some company stuff. I’m going first. We’ll talk
another time.”

Guo Chengyu threw a stack of bills on the table and left.

Last night Jiang Xiaoshuai had called Wu Suowei, but the phone was off. Thinking the
two might be together, Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t want to disturb them. This morning he
called again, still off. His heart was uneasy.

Did it happen or not?

Just then, an unexpected visitor arrived.

Jiang Xiaoshuai shot Guo Chengyu a glance, “What are you here for?”

“Got some good news.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes dimmed, “You have good news?”

Guo Chengyu grabbed a pear from the coffee table and bit it casually.

“You know how Chi Cheng bullies you? I took revenge for you. I brought Da Tie Tou to
Chi Cheng’s favorite den of vice and dug up all his dirt. Guess what? Do you think Da
Tie Tou will cripple Chi Cheng after hearing all that?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s temples throbbed and an ominous feeling spread through him.

“When... when did you take him there?”

Guo Chengyu skillfully pushed the date forward by one day.

“Yesterday afternoon.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai almost collapsed. After all the mental preparation he’d done that
morning, thinking it was almost settled, Guo Chengyu had to step in at the crucial
moment.

All was lost!

Ignoring his image, Jiang Xiaoshuai grabbed Guo Chengyu by the collar and yelled
furiously.
“Why the hell didn’t you say anything earlier? Why wait for this damn moment?! Are
you trying to make things hard for me?”

Guo Chengyu was kicked out but still wore a smug smile.

Li Wang was puzzled again, “Why did you move the date forward by a day?”

Guo Chengyu looked at the window with a teasing gaze and said slowly, “Obviously,
Jiang Xiaoshuai still doesn’t know Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng are together. He thinks
I’m ruining his game, and he thinks Chi Cheng still has to take revenge on him. When he
gets anxious, he has to find somewhere to hide. Who do you think he’d go to?”

Li Wang finally laughed, “It must be you!”

Guo Chengyu flicked ash from his cigarette, a sinister glint in his eyes.

“Do you think Da Tie Tou’s such a shock will cause a breakup with Chi Cheng?” Li
Wang asked.

Guo Chengyu answered calmly, “You underestimate his mental endurance. That guy’s
stubborn; once he’s set his mind on something, he won’t give up easily.”

Li Wang sighed, “What a pity.”

“Don’t you think if they don’t break up, Chi Cheng’s life will be even harder?” Guo
Chengyu added.

Li Wang poked the steering wheel and smiled casually into the rearview mirror.

“You’ve got the better grasp on this.”

At 9 a.m., Chi Cheng finally left home. His fists were bruised with various knuckle
injuries, and naturally, he made a heavy note of it in his small account book.

When he arrived at Wu Suowei’s company, Wu Suowei wasn’t there, and his phone was
unreachable. Later, his phone was found in the bathroom—it had been off since after
work last night. Chi Cheng waited at the office with a dark expression. After over an
hour, Wu Suowei finally returned.

“Where were you?” Chi Cheng asked, pinching his chin.

Wu Suowei violently shook off Chi Cheng’s hand and turned toward the bedroom. Chi
Cheng grabbed him back, pinned him against the wall, and kissed him forcefully. He was
burning inside, needing someone to release his fire.
But the other person didn’t cooperate; instead, he poured a bucket of cold water on him.

“Don’t touch me.” Wu Suowei’s tone was harsh.

Chi Cheng’s breathing grew heavy, “Why? Because I didn’t come home last night?”

“I think you’re dirty!” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng’s eyes looked stabbed, a mix of anger and bloodshot fury.

“What did you say?”

Wu Suowei enunciated word by word without hesitation.

“I—think—you—are—dirty.”

Chi Cheng almost couldn’t breathe. Wu Suowei had just stabbed him in the back. Chi
Cheng hadn’t even argued with him about his father yet, and now Wu Suowei dropped
this harsh word.

Dirty?

This word hit Chi Cheng like nothing else. Forget the word “dirty” — who dares to say
“think” to him?

But Wu Suowei dared, even if he risked his neck.

“If I regret it, would I still say it? What’s wrong with telling you a couple of truths? With
the dirty things you’ve done, don’t you deserve to be scolded? I’m unhappy, so I say it: I
think you’re dirty, I think you’re dirty, I think you’re dirty!”

With a bang, he slammed the door in Chi Cheng’s face.

CHAPTER 114
The thing Chi Cheng regretted most that week was that night when, just to make Wu
Suowei open the door and come out to him voluntarily, he had stood outside for more
than three hours. If he hadn’t tried to be so subtle or dramatic, but had just kicked the
door in earlier, those three hours would’ve been enough to get things done—and he
wouldn’t have ended up in this mess now.

The saddest thing in life is when the person you want to sleep with is exactly the one you
like.
Impatient? Just hold it!

Now Chi Cheng couldn’t be described as a fireball anymore, but rather like the sun—
everything he saw, he just wanted to “fuck.”

On Saturday morning, Gangzi got up early and accompanied Chi Cheng to handle some
business. Passing a breakfast stall, he parked by the roadside and asked, “I’m going to get
breakfast. What do you want?”

Chi Cheng said coolly, “Just get your own. I already ate.”

Five minutes later, Gangzi got back carrying a food bag. With his left hand he pulled out
a fried dough stick, and with his right hand, two eggs. Holding them together, the shape
of something familiar appeared.

Chi Cheng glanced sideways; the restless flames inside him started to rage, burning all
the way up to his eyebrows.

Gangzi felt an intense light shining beside him and couldn’t help but look over. Seeing
Chi Cheng’s pupils ablaze like a raging fire, scorching the food in his hands like a hungry
tiger starved for days, he asked nervously, “Uh, do you want some too?”

Chi Cheng turned his head away and ignored him completely.

Gangzi stuffed the fried dough stick into his mouth but hadn’t bitten down when those
two scorching eyes shot over again. Holding the dough stick in his mouth, he turned his
head, his heart suddenly trembling.

What kind of look is that?!

He held it in for over a minute, his jaw aching, but dared not bite, feeling uneasy about
eating it.

Unsure, Gangzi finally asked, “Did you actually eat breakfast or not?”

Chi Cheng shifted his gaze away again.

Gangzi hurriedly swallowed, thinking to finish quickly before Chi Cheng stared again.
After putting the fried dough stick down and grabbing the eggs, chewing busily, he
glanced sideways unintentionally—and that glance almost made him choke.

Chi Cheng’s crotch was clearly bulging.

If it were any other man, seeing something stimulating and getting an erection, he’d try to
hide it and move on. But Chi Cheng couldn’t hide it even on a normal day; if he got
aroused, it was glaringly obvious.
Gangzi cleared his throat awkwardly, feeling anxious.

Why was Chi Cheng getting turned on at this time?

There wasn’t anything really stimulating in the car, right?

Looking around and meeting Chi Cheng’s gaze, following his eyes downward, he saw the
egg in his own hand. Combining that with the fried dough stick and the strange look Chi
Cheng gave him earlier...

Damn... seriously? Gangzi’s face was full of dark lines.

A man who gets aroused just by looking at breakfast — how hungry must he be?

Gangzi got completely choked on that last egg and hiccupped all the way. Later, when
the car was on the highway cruising smoothly, he finally spoke.

“Are you and Wu Suowei still together?”

Chi Cheng shrugged, “Sounds like you’re hoping we break up.”

“No.” Gangzi quickly added, “Just asking.”

Chi Cheng said nothing, his burning gaze locked on the little bitch outside the window
who kept shaking her ass.

Gangzi hiccupped and teased, “That can’t be, right?”

Chi Cheng didn’t understand what Gangzi meant.

Gangzi nodded toward Chi Cheng’s crotch.

Chi Cheng said coldly, “If I’m not allowed to touch it, do you think it’d be like this?”

Gangzi hiccupped again, “Why not allowed?”

Chi Cheng didn’t hold back: “Because he thinks I’m dirty.”

Gangzi stared at Chi Cheng’s mouth in disbelief. Chi Cheng was disliked? Was he
joking? Looking at Chi Cheng’s serious face, it was definitely no joke. After such a huge
shock, Gangzi’s hiccups were instantly cured.

After driving a bit more, Gangzi dared to ask, “Why does he think you’re dirty?”

Chi Cheng lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply twice, his burning expression hidden behind the
white smoke, his voice low and hoarse, secretly filled with anger.
“My secrets got exposed.”

Gangzi brain-farted and said, “Could it be karma?”

Chi Cheng’s pupils shrank sharply. “What did you say?”

Gangzi froze, then quickly shook his head. “Nothing.”

“Repeat the two words after ‘karma’ again.”

Gangzi: “...”

The car arrived at a district center. Chi Cheng spotted a pharmacy and told Gangzi to
stop.

“Go get me some medicine,” Chi Cheng said.

Gangzi forced a smile and asked, “What kind of medicine?”

“To reduce desire.”

“Is there such a thing?”

Chi Cheng expressionless: “Go ask the doctor. If none, then check which medicines have
side effects like decreased libido or erectile dysfunction.”

Gangzi twitched his facial muscles; it was the first time he heard about using side effects
as treatment.

Five minutes later, Gangzi returned empty-handed.

He apologized, “The doctor said the only way to reduce desire is surgery or chemical
castration.”

Chi Cheng: “...”

After a few seconds of silence, Gangzi pulled out a bottle of sleeping pills from his
pocket.

“The doctor also said, if all else fails, take these to calm down. If your fire is small, take a
few; if it’s huge, take the whole bottle, and you’ll never have this problem again.”

...

That night, Gangzi and Chi Cheng went out to meet someone.
The other person was an old classmate of Chi Cheng’s. They didn’t keep in close touch,
but heard the company was launching a big project needing lots of LED equipment, so
wanted to discuss business.

For some reason, this person insisted on meeting at the Haodi Nightclub. Chi Cheng, as
the host, couldn’t refuse.

Before getting out of the car, Gangzi glanced nervously at Chi Cheng’s crotch.

“With your state, is it convenient to go inside?”

Chi Cheng slammed the car door with a dark face and got out.

Gangzi deliberately sent Wu Suowei a message.

Wu Suowei, having eaten and rested, was bored in his room. After holding a grudge
against Chi Cheng for a week, his anger had mostly cooled, and his own desire had risen.
After saying so many harsh words before, he felt a little regret but just couldn’t bring
himself to act.

If only Jiang Xiaoshuai were here to guide him—where had he disappeared to without a
trace?

Just as he thought this, his phone pinged with a text.

Wu Suowei tensed, secretly hoping for something.

It turned out to be from Gangzi.

“Da Zhi! Chi Cheng and I have arrived at Haodi Nightclub. When are you coming?”

Wu Suowei hadn’t figured out what was going on yet, when another message came.

“Sorry, sorry, sent to the wrong person.”

Reading both messages, Wu Suowei instantly understood and his anger flared up again.

Damn! He actually went there again?! Knowing this, you just can’t hold back! Ahhh! He
grabbed his stuff and stormed out.

Seeing Chi Cheng, the little flirty waiter was delighted, sticking to Chi Cheng’s ass like a
clingy fly, impossible to shake off. The old classmate was also a fun guy, inviting a
bunch of handsome men and beautiful women into the private room, singing and dancing,
making quite a lively scene.
The flirty waiter tried all sorts of ways to hit on Chi Cheng, wearing only a thong,
shaking his ass and throwing flirty glances. If it were Wu Suowei, Chi Cheng would have
already stabbed him with a stick.

Several other handsome men and beautiful women were also secretly trying to catch Chi
Cheng’s attention, just not as blatantly as the flirty waiter.

More than ten minutes later, Wu Suowei stormed into the club with a group.

Because Gangzi had informed security ahead, they passed through smoothly. Wu Suowei
went straight to the private room where Chi Cheng was, kicked the door open without a
word.

A strong smell of human musk hit the nose.

Inside was a wild scene!

People in all kinds of clothes—on the sofa, on the coffee table, in the dance floor…
Clothes scattered everywhere. All kinds of poses—standing, twisting, sitting, lying… The
most eye-catching was the flirty waiter. When Wu Suowei’s gaze entered, that ass was
twisting like it was drawing flowers.

The door was kicked open, and the room instantly fell silent, everyone’s expressions
frozen. Except for Chi Cheng, who sat calmly on the sofa, ignoring Wu Suowei’s angry
glare.

Soon, the whole group rushed in and started beating people up.

But unlike a riot, these people were more civilized—not smashing things but smashing
people, specifically those scantily dressed and with lustful eyes, all getting a fierce
beating.

Gangzi stayed by the door, calming the staff outside.

“It’s okay, we’ll pay for any damage.”

Wu Suowei went straight to Chi Cheng, kicked the flirty waiter off the sofa, grabbed a
belt, and whipped him hard twice on the butt. The waiter screamed in a high-pitched
voice.

“Don’t you deserve a beating? Like to show off those marks on your ass? Fine, I’ll give
you a couple more today, make the word ‘slut’ appear so you can twist even better next
time.”

He whipped a few more times, but actually held back, not hitting as hard as Chi Cheng
would. The waiter cried loudly, wailing while begging Chi Cheng:
“Master Chi, save me!”

Chi Cheng gave him a comforting look, “Hold on for now, I’ll whip you when we get
home.”

Wu Suowei finally felt relieved. Standing up, he shouted at everyone:

“Stop hitting!”

Then fiercely grabbed Chi Cheng off the sofa, and told everyone in the room:

“Look closely. This is my family!”

With those words, the whole room went silent. Chi Cheng’s eyes were like molten lava
quietly surging, a volcano ready to erupt.

Wu Suowei continued:

“We’re done with you all. Sorry we can’t come here to visit anymore. Take one last good
look, because once we leave this room, you won’t see him again.”

Saying that, he quickly dragged Chi Cheng out the door, not giving them even a glance.

Before getting into the car, Chi Cheng deliberately asked, “What’s that supposed to
mean?”

“To go home and get a certificate! Damn, I’m not comfortable going out without one.”

Then, the Chi volcano erupted.

...

CHAPTER 115
The room was a comfortable temperature, and the bed was clean and soft.

Chi Cheng had moved into this new house specifically for this day and even given Little
Vinegar Bao a warm and cozy little room all to himself.

Wu Suowei was startled when he felt his vision go dark. He quickly twisted Chi Cheng's
wrist and asked, "Why did you blindfold me?"
"It's more exciting this way, and less stressful." Of course, that was just one reason. There
was a more important reason: he didn't want to see Wu Suowei cry.

Feeling the bed shake and the sound of feet hitting the ground, Wu Suowei suddenly
blurted out.

"You're not thinking of having someone do it for you, are you?"

Chi Cheng was so angry he wanted to laugh. I'd finally made it this far, and now I'm
having to find someone else to do it? What kind of grudge do I have against myself?

As he spoke, he pulled two candies from the tin and stuffed them into Wu Suowei's
mouth.

Wu Suowei tasted the sweetness and asked again, "Isn't it an aphrodisiac?"

Chi Cheng pressed down forcefully, his heavy breathing reaching Wu Suowei's ears. "I
don't need this kind of stuff in bed. It's just some candy, to relax me."

Chi Cheng didn't know if it actually worked, but he was willing to learn how to make
candy for Wu Suowei. A stern, unsmiling man, standing in front of a shelf, patiently
selecting a candy for his beloved, spoke volumes about the importance this man held in
his heart.

Chi Cheng's eyes fixed on Wu Suowei's moving lips. After a moment's stare, he felt an
itch, and his thick tongue darted in to share the candy with him. The sweet saliva blended
with the flavors of both of them, gradually blending into a rich, fragrant aroma.

As Chi Cheng kissed, he deliberately parted Wu Suowei's lips to see his reaction.

Because her eyes were covered, Wu Suowei couldn't see a thing. Thinking Chi Cheng
was going to kiss her again, she pouting in anticipation. Then, hearing a soft chuckle next
to her ear, she realized she'd been tricked. She reached out and touched the back of Chi
Cheng's head, pressing down hard.

The two passionate bodies exploded in that moment.

Tightly bound together, their breaths erratic, they bit, caressed, and rubbed each other...
Having been neglected for so long, every part of them was ravenously yearning, eager to
dig their nails into flesh and sink their teeth into skin. The sheets were rolled up in a
mess, tossed to the floor along with the clothes that were in the way.

Wu Suowei, naked, trembled slightly in the air. Unable to see, her senses were acute.
Even though Chi Cheng didn't make another move, Wu Suowei could still feel his gaze
roaming over her, a mixture of nervousness and excitement, embarrassment and desire.
Soon, Chi Cheng's gaze drifted to Wu Suowei's lower body. He spread his legs and stared
at his private parts without disguising.

Wu Suowei was utterly embarrassed and instinctively tried to block his gaze, but Chi
Cheng held him down, his tone brooking no disobedience.

"I want to see it."

Wu Suowei refused. Chi Cheng's gaze was powerful and intense; wherever he gazed, it
felt itchy and hot. Chi Cheng spread his buttocks, his high nose almost digging into the
crack, wanting to examine every wrinkle.

Wu Suowei's buttocks muscles tensed involuntarily, and his dick subconsciously

contracted with tension.

The thought of being sucked tightly into this alluring hole stirred the giant organ beneath
Chi Cheng's crotch to a sudden, tense state.

Wu Suowei swung his legs nervously and said anxiously, "I want to see yours, too."

Chi Cheng leaned over, grasped Wu Suowei's hand, and coaxed, "I'll show you later."

With that, he swirled his tongue into Wu Suowei's ear, and his rough fingers rubbed the
swollen nipples with such force that each stroke sent shivers down Wu Suowei's spine.

Wu Suowei panted heavily, groaning, his fingers greedily caressing Chi Cheng's body.
Those firm, full muscles, the thick, wild hair, the fierce masculine symbols...

And, those muscular buttocks.

No one dared touch Chi Cheng's buttocks, and Chi Cheng himself resented it. But he
loved Wu Suowei's touch, the feeling of his resilient fingers caressing his most intimate
part.

Chi Cheng straddled Wu Suowei's chest, pulled out his fine gun, pried open his mouth,
and thrust halfway into it, pressing it straight up his throat, nearly choking him.

"Lick it thicker," Chi Cheng said.

In fact, it was already thick enough, filling Wu Suowei's mouth completely, leaving him
only able to snatch a breath of air between pulls.

Chi Cheng pressed his hands against the bedsheets, his intense gaze fixed on Wu
Suowei's alluring, hesitant utterances. His breathing grew heavier, his hips thrusting
faster and faster. Listening to Wu Suowei's groaning, he harshly pinched his nose.
With his mouth tightly stuffed, leaving no space, and his nose pinched, Wu Suowei
couldn't breathe at all. His face flushed with suffocation, and he pulled at Chi Cheng's
hair at the base of his throat in agony.

Finally, Chi Cheng couldn't bear to torture him, so he released his grip and let him do
what he pleased. He flipped his body, buried his head between Wu Suowei's legs, and
began to caress his treasure.

Wu Suowei was licking Chi Cheng, his technique was not very good to begin with, but
with Chi Cheng's stimulation, he was so overwhelmed with pleasure that he was only too
busy moaning and ignoring Chi Cheng's little master.

Chi Cheng ravaged Wu Suowei's treasure in various ways, twisting the soft flesh on his
inner thighs, forcing Wu Suowei to clamp his legs around his hard neck and twist his hips
in a frenzy.

"Ah... stop..."

As soon as Chi Cheng's thick, powerful tongue penetrated the dick, his own penis was
attacked by Wu Suowei's teeth.

As a punishment, he inserted a finger. Thanks to the lubricant, it went in smoothly. The

tightness caused Chi Cheng's crotch to swell violently, and the incredible size of his penis
burst Wu Suowei's cheeks.

The second finger struggled a bit, but with Chi Cheng's patient soothing, it slipped in
smoothly. By the time the third finger arrived, Wu Suowei was clearly overwhelmed. He
squeezed his legs together in agony, resisting Chi Cheng's advances.

Chi Cheng said in a deep voice, "If you can't even handle three fingers, what about the
thicker one later?"

Wu Suowei resigned himself.

Chi Cheng kissed him tenderly, easing his tension and discomfort. He forced his third
finger in, hearing Wu Suowei's painful moan, paused, then continued thrusting.

By the fourth finger, Wu Suowei couldn't take any more and kept begging Chi Cheng,
"Just go for it."

In fact, Chi Cheng's penis was nearly swollen; he had never spent so much time on
foreplay before.

Chi Cheng whipped Wu Suowei's buttocks twice with his long whip, teasing him, "Are
you determined?"
Wu Suowei nodded with a death-defying determination.

Chi Cheng had Wu Suowei lie on top of him, thrusting upwards to alleviate the pain. But
he still felt a strong resistance as he entered, and even after using up half a bottle of
lubricant, he barely got halfway in.

However, Wu Suowei was remarkably brave, not even groaning the entire time until Chi
Cheng paused to give him a moment to breathe.

Then, an unpredictable wail shattered his eardrums.

"Get out of here! I regret this, and we'll never see each other again!" Wu Suowei, with his
slow reflexes, finally realized what pain felt like.

But at this point, he couldn't retreat! Chi Cheng said, "If you retreat again, you'll be
pushing me into a corner!"

Wu Suowei sensed Chi Cheng was about to move, and his hands gripped his neck tightly.
"I beg you, please don't move, will you?"

Chi Cheng held Wu Suowei tightly, kissing his neck and cheeks tenderly from above,
while thrusting forward without hesitation. Wu Suowei wailed and dodged, while Chi
Cheng whispered softly into his ear while firmly holding his ass and fucking him hard.
The louder the wails, the harder he fucked.

"Liar... beast... ah... it hurts... ah..."

Chi Cheng pressed Wu Suowei's head against his shoulder, letting him wail. "If you want
to possess me completely, you have to cry for me and feel pain for me, understand?"

With a rough thrust, accompanied by Wu Suowei's hysterical howls, most of his penis
was shoved in.

The extremely tight suction and powerful contraction wore away Chi Cheng's patience
and willpower. He forced himself not to lash out, not to fire quickly, relying solely on the
burning heart in his chest.

"Dabao..." Chi Cheng called out in a low voice.

Wu Suowei had no energy left to reply. The pain was endless, so much so that he wanted
to call his mother and tell her how badly her son had been treated.

Chi Cheng held Wu Suowei's waist and began thrusting his hips upward, each thrust
fiercely and forcefully, making a slapping sound. Wu Suowei felt as if his buttocks were
on fire, his lower body abruptly split in two, his intestines nearly pulverized.
"Fuck... stop... ah..."

Wu Suowei continued to curse, biting Chi Cheng's shoulder until it bled, unaware that the
more he cursed and bitten, the more excited Chi Cheng became, thrusting deeper and
more thoroughly.

Then, he rolled Wu Suowei onto his side, his back facing him.

Wu Suowei tried to run, but Chi Cheng's arm clamped down on his chest, thrusting into
him with all his might.

Wu Suowei shivered in pain. Chi Cheng reached under his crotch, expertly teasing him,
distracting him. His tongue glided over his sweaty neck, the gentle, slow rhythm a stark
contrast to the rough thrusts.

Wu Suowei was enveloped in immense pleasure from the front, while intense pain
assaulted his back. The two diametrically opposed sensory stimulations collided fiercely.
Instead of canceling each other out, they only intensified the dissonance.

The contradiction, the intensity, the conflict... tormented Wu Suowei to the point of
madness.

Chi Cheng pinned Wu Suowei down again, kissing him passionately on the lips. Wiping
the sweat from his forehead, he softly said, "Baby, I'm officially starting now."

Wu Suowei nearly collapsed. The long emotional journey he'd endured with his life was
just a warm-up!

With that, Chi Cheng grasped Wu Suowei's ankles, pulled them wide open, and thrust
forward, unleashing full force.

Wu Suowei's pupils bulged, his face contorted, his toes twitching, his body hysterical.
His buttocks twisted futilely on the bed, unable to avoid each relentless thrust.

Even at this point, Wu Suowei still hadn't forgotten to ask, "Do you... know... who I am?"

Chi Cheng paused, thrusting hard, completely penetrating Wu Suowei's belly button.

"I'm fucking my Dabao, my Baoer, my Weiwei."

His eyes and heart were completely consumed by this person. Obsession, addiction,
obsession... all his emotions were projected onto this one person.

The power of mental opium was immense, and Wu Suowei somehow managed to get
hard.
Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei's hips and thrust fiercely, then asked back at Wu
Suowei's handsome face, which was twisted in pain.

"What about you? Who are you letting fuck you?"

Wu Suowei's G-spot was hit, his waist trembling violently, and he couldn't speak a single
word.

Chi Cheng leaned over, hugging Wu Suowei tightly. His hips moved with a swift, swift
thrust, and he thrust his penis in and out violently. Electric currents exceeding the human
body's endurance raged through Wu Suowei, and he demanded, following Chi Cheng's
rhythm.

"Who are you letting fuck you? Who do you belong to?"

The pleasure surged, the pain irresistible, roiling his nerves, his mind completely
distorted. At a certain moment, it suddenly erupted, bursting forth like a dam breaking.

"Chi Cheng."

CHAPTER 116
With a powerful roar, thick, white-hot liquid splashed onto his chest.

The high-frequency waist vibrations before the explosion were so intense that for a long
time afterward, Wu Suowei's buttocks continued to tremble from inertia, and his
exhausted hands trembled erratically. It was like he had experienced a life-or-death
battle; his life was saved, but his strength was drained.

Chi Cheng exhaled with relief, fine beads of sweat floating on his brow, highlighting his
face with even more steely and sexy features.

He reached out to remove Wu Suowei's blindfold. It was sticky and wet—perhaps sweat
or tears, perhaps both—unclear. Wu Suowei's eyes were red, his eyes were dull, and
slightly squinted, with a hint of laziness and resentment.

"Are you comfortable?" Chi Cheng gently stroked Wu Suowei's face.

Wu Suowei said in a low voice, "Don't talk to me."

Chi Cheng pulled a wet wipe from the nearby cabinet and considerately wiped Wu
Suowei's face, neck, hands... In short, he wiped every nonessential spot, leaving the dirty,
stained areas untouched.
Wu Suowei wanted to reach out and wipe the white fluid from his chest, but Chi Cheng
stopped him.

She cast him a puzzled look, "Why not?"

Chi Cheng said nothing. His rough hands caressed Wu Suowei's chest, his fingertips
smeared with the fluids, gently and slowly moving them across his chest and abdomen,
smearing them everywhere. Finally, he took a smear of the stickiest fluid and smeared it
onto his nipples. His rough fingertips swirled around them, rubbing the clean, pale pink
into a filthy, obscene color.

Wu Suowei gasped twice, grabbed Chi Cheng's nimble wrist, and asked, "What are you
doing?"

"Toy with you," Chi Cheng said, nibbling on Wu Suowei's shoulder.

After making love, his body was overly sensitive. Even the nibbling on his shoulder was
unbearably itchy. Wu Suowei twisted and struggled, his voice weak and accusing,
"Haven't we already had enough?"

Chi Cheng's deep eyes pierced Wu Suowei, his voice neither soft nor loud, yet filled with
a sinister intensity that made one's teeth gnash.

"Not enough."

He continued to rub the slippery fluid onto her nipples, scratching them and glaring at
Wu Suowei with a mocking look. Wu Suowei really didn't want to be tormented
anymore. His lower body ached, and he dared not move. But Chi Cheng's teasing stirred
his body into a rebellious mood, and even his words of resistance became distorted.

"I want to sleep."

Chi Cheng pressed Wu Suowei's finger against his nipple and teased, "How can you sleep
when it's so swollen?"

Wu Suowei tried to pull his hand away, but Chi Cheng held it down with malicious
intent. He pinched Wu Suowei's index finger with two fingers, forcing him to rub against
his nipple. The intense shame and strange stimulation collided, and he couldn't break
free, unable to hold back, and finally moaned under Chi Cheng's eyes.

"Is it nice to touch yourself in front of me?" Chi Cheng deliberately embarrassed Wu
Suowei.

Wu Suowei endured it, and endured it, but finally gave in and wrapped his arms around
Chi Cheng's neck. His hot face rubbed against his chest, their swollen lower bodies
entwined again, panting and growling, and another wave of heat washed over him.
"What if I want to fuck you again?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei's face changed, his eyes filled with deep resistance and reluctance.

"That's absolutely not okay."

With me, nothing's impossible. Chi Cheng sneered, forcibly turning Wu Suowei over.
Three pillows were placed under his belly, his buttocks raised high, and his shoulders
planted on the bed.

Wu Suowei bared his teeth and roared, "This position is fucking despicable! Let me go!"

Chi Cheng pinned Wu Suowei down, his voice deep and powerful. "Don't be picky about
positions for your first time. Just go with the one that's least painful. This position makes
it easier to find the angle and control the force."

He spread Wu Suowei's buttocks apart, listening to his painful moans. It was quite
alluring.

Chi Cheng examined the tender, adorable entrance. It wasn't bleeding, but it was red and
swollen. With a firm push, he could see the tender, red flesh inside. He tried to touch it
with his hand, and immediately Wu Suowei let out a painful whine.

"Does it hurt?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei slammed his hands against the bedsheets. "How could it not hurt?"

He had thought Chi Cheng, in light of his generosity, would take pity on his old bones.
Unexpectedly, Chi Cheng calmly poured all the remaining lubricant onto Wu Suowei's
rear. The cold touch made him shudder, and before he could react, the iron-hard rod
pierced his body without mercy.

Wu Suowei cried out several times, his features etched with rage.

"It hurts!"

"That's right," Chi Cheng began to move again. "I'm making you hurt."

Wu Suowei opened his mouth to curse, but Chi Cheng's thrusts ruptured his nerves. A
sharp, itchy signal penetrated his brain, forcing him to wail with tears in his eyes.

Chi Cheng turned his head and kissed him twice, domineeringly. "Do you know why it
hurts you?"

Wu Suowei mumbled a muffled "no."

Then, Chi Cheng thrust down hard and sideways, causing her to moan violently.

"Stop thrusting... I can't take it anymore... Ah..."

Chi Cheng pressed down, burying his entire penis, thrusting deeply.

"Your neckline is so wide open, and who are you showing off with such revealing
clothing?"

Wu Suowei had completely forgotten what happened that day and had no idea what Chi
Cheng was talking about.

Taking a dazed look from Wu Suowei, Chi Cheng pinched his nipples with both hands
and thrust violently, causing Wu Suowei's body to jerk and cry out in pain.

"Who are you showing off for?" he demanded forcefully.

Wu Suowei had no choice but to respond. If he was showing off for others, Chi Cheng
would fuck him to death, wouldn't he? But if he was showing off for him, wouldn't he be
even more aroused? He was hesitating when he was thrust into her again, and he spoke
hastily.

"You."

Chi Cheng sneered, his eyes blazing with fire.

"Then I'll give you a good beating, you little slut!"

With that, he raised his upper body and clamped his arms around Wu Suowei's waist. His
crotch erupted in a riot, the sound of impact clear and resonant, continuous and unending,
with a mighty force that could swallow mountains and rivers.

Chi Cheng was right; this position was indeed easy to find the right angle. With two
powerful legs in a half-squat position, his firm hips swayed back and forth. While the
pain couldn't be eliminated, it was largely replaced by soreness. Wu Suowei's wailing
gradually changed in tone, and his hips began to twist unconsciously with the waves of
strange electricity.

"There...there...ah..."

Streams of colorless, transparent fluid gushed out. Wu Suowei raised his neck, half-
closed his dark eyes, and howled with joy.

Finally, the tiger behind him erupted, pounding Wu Suowei with an unbearable itch, and
he ejaculated profusely.
This time, being scooped up in his arms, Wu Suowei refrained from cursing. Firstly, he
was completely exhausted, and secondly, he didn't know what to say.

"Did you enjoy it this time?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei's Adam's apple rolled, and he nodded, exhausted.

Chi Cheng reached out to Wu Suowei's inner thigh, pinched it twice, and asked, "Do you
want to do it again?"

Wu Suowei's pupils suddenly widened, and he shook his head abruptly, "No!"

Chi Cheng's deep voice betrayed a deep animalistic intensity. "But I've still made a note
in my little ledger."

With that, he lifted one of Wu Suowei's legs without hesitation, turned sideways, and
faced him. This allowed him to communicate up close, whispering dirty words into his
ear and watching his shy little slut.

"I can't take it anymore... I'm dying..." Wu Suowei sweated profusely.

Chi Cheng rubbed his firm buttocks vigorously, chuckling softly, "Do you know how
fuckable your ass is? From the moment I laid eyes on it, I've wanted to fuck you, and I've
been wanting to do it until today..."

With that, he pressed Wu Suowei's raised leg to his chest, slipped one leg between his
legs, and thrust deep and deep, beginning a ferocious rhythm.

Wu Suowei was already overwhelmed by the surging waves beneath his crotch. His mind
was lost, his face twisted as if in torture, and he didn't mind Chi Cheng staring at him at
all. He unrestrainedly displayed his wildest side, his moans thick with sobs, captivating
Chi Cheng.

"Ahhh..."

A stream of white fluid was forced out, filled with hysterical growls.

Wu Suowei fell asleep almost as soon as he finished, only to be awakened again by the
pain and itch in his crotch. His voice hoarse, his eyes wet, Xiao Weizi was so exhausted
he couldn't even lift his head, yet Chi Cheng continued to harass him relentlessly.

"Do you know who hit you on the head with those twelve dilator rods you threw into my
office?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei shook his head, all he knew was that his anus was in pain.
With a sinister smile, Chi Cheng cruelly worked Wu Suowei's crotch again.

"There's one more deal, can we settle it?"

Wu Suowei arched his back, curled up like a shrimp, and with the last bit of energy he
managed to muster, he pleaded, "Tomorrow, tomorrow? I really can't take it anymore..."

Chi Cheng's gaze softened, and he kissed Wu Suowei's lips, asking, "Tired?"

Wu Suowei nodded.

"Can't take it anymore?"

Wu Suowei nodded.

Chi Cheng held him tightly in his arms, his distressed gaze lingering on his face as he
whispered softly.

"Then I'll punish you too."

Then, like a beast, he assaulted the swollen dick once again.

Wu Suowei thoroughly understood the truth: everything has its limits.

Everything has its limits, like sex; you really can't hold it back. You think you're cool by
hanging him for a week, but if he holds back and fucks you all night, you're half dead.

During the final sprint, Wu Suowei was already semi-conscious, his senses reflexively
following Chi Cheng's movements, his spirit on the verge of collapse.

Extreme pleasure is torture, intense intensity is fatal.

Wu Suowei's tears were forced out, and he sobbed and choked at Chi Cheng's brutal
"love." His voice was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound at the final outburst, his legs
still cramping violently from being held down.

Too intense.

With these three words flashing through his mind, Wu Suowei fell into a deep sleep. Chi
Cheng was truly gentle this time, without a trace of false affection. Not only did he clean
and disinfect Wu Suowei's private parts, he also took out a paste containing various
precious medicinal herbs, inserted it into Wu Suowei's body, and finally kissed him on
the forehead.

Unfortunately, Wu Suowei didn't notice and hurried off to complain to Zhou Gong and
curse.
 CHAPTER 117
Despite Chi Cheng's thorough preparations and considerate aftermath, Wu Suowei's heart
and eyes were still devastated. He spent a week bedridden, limited to liquids, and
repeatedly stretched to be admired and teased by Chi Cheng.

That wasn't the worst part. The worst was every trip to the bathroom, which felt like a
battle. Whether it was poop or urination, it was equally agonizing. Defecation was self-
explanatory, but urination was truly a technical feat.

Why?

Before Wu Suowei's buttocks were in good condition, he hadn't felt the connection
between his front and back muscles. As a result, his first attempt at urination was a truly
devastating experience.

When the front exerted force, the back contracted reflexively. The contraction was
excruciatingly painful, and relaxing the contraction prevented him from peeing. He had to
pee in one continuous burst. If he stopped, the back would contract again, and the pain
would return when he exerted force again. Finally, when he emptied his pants, the back
contracted violently again...

Every time he pulled up his pants, tears welled up in his eyes. The most effective way to
relieve pain is to drink less water and urinate less, but this idea was strongly opposed by
Chi the Executioner. Drinking less water can easily lead to internal heat, which in turn
leads to constipation. Constipation is just as painful, but even more so.

So, not only must Wu Suowei drink, but he must drink more, at least eight glasses of
water a day. He watched Wu Suowei gulp down every gulp, not even a drop less. Add to
that the amount of liquid food he consumed, and Wu Suowei lived in dire straits every
day.

But how could the tenacious Wu Suowei be defeated so easily? Since urination was
unavoidable, he decided to practice! Strive to achieve the state of emptying all his
bladders at once, without interruption, without leaving a single drop.

So every morning, Chi Cheng, with his eyes closed, could hear this sound.

First, there was a long breath of breathing, then a few mumblings, followed by a burst of
rapid breathing, followed by the sound of a short, powerful splash of water. It ended
quickly, and then another burst of rapid breathing, and after it subsided, there was the
sound of slow footsteps...

Finally, the bed swayed twice, and a large insect climbed up with a grunt, exhaling with
relief and smacking its lips comfortably. Soon, a light snore could be heard from the side.
Every time this happened, Chi Cheng couldn't help but kiss Wu Suowei on the cheek.

These past two days, perhaps because his butt wasn't as painful anymore, Wu Suowei had
time to think about other things.

"I want pork belly."

Chi Cheng paused, holding the vegetarian wonton stew, and said in a deep voice, "Just
bear with it for two more days. You're just getting better, and you're making a fuss."

"I can't stand it anymore," Wu Suowei glared at the seaweed in the wonton soup. "You've
been eating vegetarian all day, you're almost like an animal!"

Even though Wu Suowei said this, Chi Cheng hardened his heart and didn't respond.

As a result, around eleven o'clock that evening, while Chi Cheng was showering, Wu
Suowei called Gangzi.

"Send me a bowl of pork belly."

Gangzi paused. "Where can I get pork belly at this hour?"

"Isn't there a night market?" Wu Suowei said.

"I'm afraid the food there isn't clean. Didn't Chi Cheng say you've had a bad stomach
these past few days?"

Wu Suowei said nonchalantly, "No problem. Just bring me some."

He hung up the phone, slurping his lips, his appetite already churning.

Chi Cheng emerged from the shower to find Wu Suowei sprawled on the bed, his mouth
glued to Little Vinegar, his thoughts unsettled. He walked over and slapped his large
hand on his back, prompting a muffled roar from Wu Suowei's chest.

"What are you doing?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei nuzzled Little Vinegar and said listlessly, "Smelling the meat."

"Are you really that greedy?" Chi Cheng leaned against the headboard, one powerful leg
bent and the other resting heavily on Wu Suowei's back. He taunted, "Haven't I had 'meat'
in days?"

Wu Suowei, knowing this wasn't the meat, immediately responded with a sullen face.

"You can save up enough to eat, but I don't have that."

Chi Cheng smiled and scratched Wu Suowei's neck. Wu Suowei's anus shrank, and he
cursed.

It was a little after one in the morning, and Chi Cheng had fallen asleep. Wu Suowei,
clumsily, made his way to the bathroom.

Chi Cheng woke up at the sound of the bathroom door. He was already alert when he
slept, and with Wu Suowei always playing such amusing "music" in the bathroom, how
could he not be listening intently?

Wu Suowei opened the bathroom window and snapped his fingers outside.

"Gangzi, I'm here."

Gangzi looked up. A bucket, suspended by a rope, dangled from the second floor.

"Put the meat in the bucket," Wu Suowei whispered.

Gangzi felt a deep sense of sorrow. How could Chi Cheng have abused you like this?

He carefully unwound the rope, lifted the bucket to the window, and carried it in steadily.
His lower body shrank in excitement, and he gave Gangzi a grin, giving him an "OK"
sign.

Oh my! That's meat!

Wu Suowei held it in his hands, tears welling in his eyes.

No need for chopsticks, he simply picked up a piece with his hands, a mixture of fat and
lean meat. It was so greasy and so damn tempting! Wu Suowei slurped his lips, pushing
the meat inside, but his hand twisted and ended up in someone else's mouth.

Ugh... Wu Suowei glared at the person squatting next to him, and his mouth sank.

"Why are you awake?"

Chi Cheng's sharp teeth chewed the meat in his mouth, each bite hard.

"It's quite fragrant."

Wu Suowei, desperate, shamelessly picked up a piece with his hands.

"Then I'll try it too."

Then it ended up in Chi Cheng's mouth again, taking the entire bowl of meat with it.
A mouthful of meat would make a hero drool. Wu Suowei gripped Chi Cheng's arm
tightly, his chin resting on the smallest piece in the middle. "That piece, that little piece
I'll eat."

Chi Cheng's eyes shone with a terrifying light. "Not even half a piece."

Seeing his hope was lost, Wu Suowei, remembering the broth still on his hand, quickly
raised his finger and thrust it into someone else's mouth again.

Fuck!

In the dead of night, Chi Cheng deliberately ate meat in front of a starving Wu, devouring
it with big mouthfuls, savoring it with relish.

Wu Suowei glanced sideways and asked quietly, "Is it very delicious?"

"So-so."

He ate the meat with such gusto and determination that he devoured half a bowl of meat
in just a few bites.

Wu Suowei swallowed. "How delicious is it?"

Chi Cheng said without even looking up, "Not as delicious as your big ass."

Wu Suowei threw his head away in anger.

There was only one piece of meat left in the bowl. Chi Cheng coughed deliberately, and
Wu Suowei glanced over. Chi Cheng looked at Wu Suowei with disdain, a mocking
smile on his lips. Under his stern gaze, he slowly stuffed the meat into his mouth. At that
moment, Wu Suowei imagined Chi Cheng would pounce on him and take half of the
meat, even if it was chewed, he wouldn't mind.

But Chi Cheng swallowed it.

Wu Suowei sulked for half the night over the piece of meat and didn't fall asleep until
almost morning.

In his dreams, he was eating meat: a big, greasy pork elbow, two cents a pound.

Even though Chi Cheng brushed his teeth, the smell of meat in his mouth was hard to
dispel completely. Wu Suowei's nose kept following, and kept finding its way to Chi
Cheng's mouth.
Wu Suowei would have a fit, and Chi Cheng was used to it. Feeling Wu Suowei's thin
lips against his, a surge of warmth surged in his heart. If someone, even in the midst of a
fit, could kiss you on the lips, it proved they loved you to the core.

Finally, I found some meat...

Ugh!

That bite made Chi Cheng's eyes turn green.

The next morning, he raised his broken lips and questioned Gangzi.

"Who told you to secretly send him meat?"

Gangzi sounded innocent, "I did, because he told me to."

Chi Cheng raged, "Don't you know he can't eat meat?"

"I know!" Gangzi said.

Chi Cheng narrowed his eyes, a murderous tone lingering in his voice.

"Then why are you still giving it to him?"

Gangzi paused, then hesitantly said, "Didn't you tell me? As long as it's his request,
whether it's right or wrong, I have to comply. Even if he's wrong, I know it myself, and
there's no need to make it clear... ahem... is that what you said?"

Chi Cheng's eyes widened, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Driving back, passing a food court, he suddenly slammed on the brakes, remembering
Wu Suowei biting him last night.

...

A large portion of pork belly was placed in front of Wu Suowei.

"Eat!"

These single words were the most heartwarming words Chi Cheng had ever said to Wu
Suowei.

Like a starving wolf, he knew no bounds and devoured the meat in the bowl with
unwavering gusto.

"Are you enjoying it?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei nodded, "That's fucking awesome!"

The next morning, he rushed to the restroom before daybreak and sat on the toilet, sweat
pouring down his face. He scratched his scalp with his hands, a single thought running
through his mind: I'll pay for what I've done!

CHAPTER 118
During these days of “nurturing the chrysanthemum,” the person Wu Suowei missed
most was Jiang Xiaoshuai.

In the blink of an eye, it had been over half a month since he last saw him. Calls went
straight to voicemail, his body was inconvenient, and Chi Cheng wouldn’t let him go out.
Every day, he was driven to and from the company by car; Chi Cheng even planted a spy
inside the company, strictly watching during work hours. All meetings and discussions
were handled by the secretary on his behalf, resolutely forbidding him to leave.

In short, he had just moved from lying on Chi Cheng’s bed to lying on the office bed.

One day, the spy, out of curiosity, asked Wu Suowei, “Manager Wu, did you just have
surgery for an anal fistula?”

Wu Suowei’s face darkened; that Chi Cheng really had a sharp tongue! How could he say
such nonsense? If the company staff heard this, how would Wu Suowei, as the general
manager, survive?

“No.” He denied it outright.

The spy breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, good! Manager Wu, did you know? I have a
friend who just had an anal fistula surgery recently. Oh my god! It was so awful! When I
walked past that ward, it sounded like pigs being slaughtered, all howling.”

Wu Suowei quietly replied in his heart, Thank you, I only had an anal fissure.

“Manager Wu, do you know how my friend got this disease?”

Wu Suowei had no interest at all; he raised his eyebrows and asked casually, “How?”

“Well, he’s a G, and it’s with the bottom one.”

Wu Suowei’s body stiffened, a chill ran down his spine.

The spy continued, “Now he basically has two buttholes, and one he can’t control —
stuff just leaks out from inside. Ah, it’s all his fault for being so reckless and abusing that
patch of land behind him, deforesting and causing soil erosion.”

Wu Suowei’s heart pounded wildly; he almost bit his tongue before speaking.

“Is it really that serious?”

Hearing this, the spy’s face showed a look of fear.

“Oh, you have no idea! Some of the patients who just had surgery are as tough as Young
Master Chi, but still lie in bed crying and yelling for their parents. My friend was
relatively light; he lost over ten jin during a half-month hospital stay. The first thing he
said to me was: I feel like I’ve wasted his heart!”

Wu Suowei’s mouth twitched twice, his spirit on the verge of collapse.

The spy went on, “He started with a mild anal fissure and didn’t pay attention, but over
time, the condition worsened.”

Wu Suowei: “...”

Seeing Wu Suowei’s unusual expression, the spy hurried to explain, “Manager Wu, don’t
be scared. His case is special, you don’t mess around with men.”

Wu Suowei: “...”

The spy felt awkward. “Well, even if you had similar behavior with men, it probably
wouldn’t be that frequent, right? That guy is crazy, doing it once every half month, and
each time two or three rounds.”

Wu Suowei: “...”

The spy’s throat tightened as he spoke again, “Even if you really did that often, you
wouldn’t necessarily catch it, right? How many guys have a rod as thick and long as his
man’s?”

Wu Suowei: “...”

Under Chi Cheng’s careful care, Wu Suowei’s body had already healed, but the shadow
of the “anal fistula” still lingered. These past few days when showering, Wu Suowei
would subconsciously reach inside, afraid of a new hole appearing.

At this moment, he missed Jiang Xiaoshuai even more.

The company had taken on a big project, which Wu Suowei valued highly. In the
afternoon, he took the employees on a site inspection, returning only after dark.

Chi Cheng’s car quietly stopped by the roadside.

It was already late autumn, and Wu Suowei suddenly broke out in a sweat.

“Didn’t I tell you to go back first?” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng stuck his hand out the window and pinched hard between Wu Suowei’s two
sword-like eyebrows, smiling, “You’re all sweaty and stinky, get in, I’ll take you to soak
in hot springs.”

Wu Suowei thought, Are you taking me to soak in hot springs, or soaking me?

“I want to go home and see my mom tonight; she misses me,” Wu Suowei said.

Actually, he missed Jiang Xiaoshuai, and wanted to use this chance to check on his
master.

After a long silence, Chi Cheng said, “Okay then, get in, I’ll take you back.”

“No need,” Wu Suowei said, “I’ll drive myself back.”

Chi Cheng grabbed his hand, “Did you forget your car is parked at home?”

Wu Suowei wanted to say something, but was directly dragged inside through the car
window by Chi Cheng’s strong arm. His 1.7-meter-tall frame stretched across most of the
cabin, and before he could turn around, Chi Cheng’s powerful arms wrapped him into a
hug.

The windows rolled up, the car lights turned off; the atmosphere inside was tense and
exciting.

Chi Cheng’s sharp eyes were above Wu Suowei’s gaze, looking down arrogantly,
radiating a predatory, domineering aura. Wu Suowei thought, Damn, looks like he really
wants to have a car sex session.

Wu Suowei was right; Chi Cheng really had that intention.

“My mom sleeps early. If I come back late, she’ll worry,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng ignored this, lowered his head and started nibbling, from the brow bone to the
collarbone, then from the collarbone to the ribs, then straight down to the pelvis. Wu
Suowei pushed and gasped, and soon couldn’t hold on any longer; his hand slipped under
Chi Cheng’s shirt hem, squeezing his chest muscles hard.
The air in the car grew hotter, the passion rising.

Then Chi Cheng’s big hand stopped; breathing heavily, he said, “Forget it, once I start
with you, I can’t stop. Better to save it.”

Save again? Now when Wu Suowei heard the word “save,” all the hairs on his body
stood on end.

The car drove on, neither said a word; the atmosphere was very tense. Chi Cheng’s thing
was hard, and Wu Suowei’s was reacting too. If they accidentally touched, a blazing fire
could be ignited.

Finally, the car reached the alley entrance.

“Stop here,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng hooked Wu Suowei’s neck with his arm and kissed him hard on the face.

“I’ll let you off tonight.”

Before getting out, Wu Suowei glanced at Chi Cheng, whose thing was still standing.
Thinking back on the whole ride, he felt really scared.

Chi Cheng backed the car slowly, watching Wu Suowei walk toward his home’s front
door, and glanced at the small house — it was dark, no lights on.

As soon as Chi Cheng left, Wu Suowei ran quietly to the clinic.

The clinic door was tightly shut; the nearby small supermarket had its lights on. Wu
Suowei went inside to ask.

“Auntie, I want to ask, has Doctor Jiang been on duty these past few days?”

The auntie, counting money, said, “No, haven’t seen him for days.”

Wu Suowei’s heart sank. Where had Jiang Xiaoshuai gone? A few days ago he had
someone check at Jiang’s home, and neighbors said the same — Jiang hadn’t entered his
home for a long time.

While thinking, the supermarket owner’s son inserted a sentence.

“He did come back at midnight once. One day I went to an internet cafe, came back after
two, and saw him standing outside the clinic. At first, I thought it was a thief — he was
wrapped up so tightly. Turns out it was Doctor Jiang himself.”

Coming back at midnight? What’s this about?

Wu Suowei, full of doubts, left the supermarket, took out a key, opened the clinic door,
and sneaked inside. He specially had someone lock the door from outside, didn’t turn on
the lights, found the bed in the dark, and lay down waiting for Jiang Xiaoshuai.

But he waited in vain all night.

The next day at work, Wu Suowei told Chi Cheng listlessly, “My mom caught a cold, has
been getting injections and medicine for days but isn’t getting better. I’m worried, want
to stay with her one more night.”

Chi Cheng agreed readily.

Then Wu Suowei went back to stake out the clinic.

During Wu Suowei’s recovery, Jiang Xiaoshuai’s life hadn’t been easy either. To avoid
Chi Cheng’s revenge, he lowered his pride and sought help from his enemy. He wandered
all day at Guo Chengyu’s pet snake park, a private club. Getting massages, fishing,
listening to music, living like a kept mistress.

Only late at night did Jiang Xiaoshuai dare go out, return to the clinic to sit for a while,
look at his warm and simple little home, think about the familiar villagers, shed a bitter
tear, and then go back.

Tonight, Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t sleep again. Wrapped tightly, only two eyes exposed,
he sneaked out.

Wu Suowei was half asleep, suddenly heard the sound of unlocking, and woke up
abruptly.

Finally, I’ve been waiting for you!

He perked up his ears, anxiously listening outside. The footsteps were light and slow.
Jiang Xiaoshuai had already entered the clinic room, probably soon to come to the
bedroom? Wu Suowei thought. But after waiting a while, the footsteps stopped again.

Unable to bear it, Wu Suowei quietly got up from the bed, tiptoed toward the door,
leaned against the doorframe and looked out. Someone was sitting in Jiang Xiaoshuai’s
usual chair. Because the room light wasn’t off, and it was dim, Wu Suowei couldn’t see
clearly who it was, but assumed it was Jiang Xiaoshuai.

Coming back secretly in the middle of the night? And not turning off the lights?

Wu Suowei tiptoed closer step by step. When he was still a meter away, he took a big
leap forward and suddenly hugged the person, shouting loudly,

“Finally caught you!”

The instant he hugged, Wu Suowei sensed something was wrong. Damn! It had only been
half a month, how did his figure get so burly? Even the breathing was heavy!

A cold voice echoed in the room a few seconds later.

“You rejected me for two nights, just to wait here for the cat to appear, then jump out to
hug him... right?”

CHAPTER 119
Wu Suowei quickly bounced away from Chi Cheng’s body, his big eyes shining with
surprise in the dark.

“How come it’s you?”

If he hadn’t said that, it would have been better, but once he said it, Chi Cheng’s face
grew even darker.

“Disappointed?”

Wu Suowei mechanically twisted his mouth, “Not disappointed, just a bit… terrified!”

After saying “terrified,” he turned and tried to run away. Just as he took a step, his collar
was grabbed, and the foot he had lifted froze midair, as if he were a compass being spun
and flipped over. Not wanting to be butchered, Wu Suowei exchanged a few moves with
Chi Cheng; his punches were hard, his sweeping kicks fast, but it was useless — he
didn’t hit Chi Cheng even once.

Master Chi easily subdued Wu Suowei, lifted him by the arm, slammed him onto the
clinic table, held him down, and started pulling down his pants.

Wu Suowei struggled and twisted on the wide clinic table like a turtle flipped onto its
back, doing sit-ups but couldn’t get up. Seeing his pants about to be pulled down, Wu
Suowei desperately grabbed Chi Cheng’s wrist.

“This is someone else’s place, don’t mess around!”

Chi Cheng’s dark tiger-like eyes stared at Wu Suowei, “Since you don’t treat yourself
like an outsider, why should I? Behave and pucker up so I can fuck you five times; then I
might spare your life.”

Wu Suowei’s big eyes almost popped out of his sockets; he shouted, “You said how
many times?”
Chi Cheng waved five fingers in front of Wu Suowei’s eyes, then flipped his hand over
and smacked Wu Suowei’s butt with a “slap.” Then the pants were pulled down to his
ankles but not off; both hands grabbed his legs, pushing him onto the table.

Wu Suowei hurried to speak, “Chi Cheng, stop for a moment, listen, this won’t work!”

While he was speaking, his butt was being nibbled, his neck raised, his throat burning;
the rest of his words were trembling.

“I’m… serious… Chi Cheng… baby… little Qin Qin… Master Chi!… Great benevolent
Master Chi!… Stop and listen… I really have a good reason… boohoo…”

If it were someone else caught red-handed and causing a ruckus, Chi Cheng would have
whipped them long ago. But when it was Wu Suowei complaining nonstop, he just
couldn’t bring himself to be harsh.

His big hand still pressing down, he asked, “What’s your reason?”

Wu Suowei poured out his grievances: “One of our company employees told me that his
friend got anal fistula because he let men fuck him from behind too many times. It’s
terrible! Two holes in the butt! What if I end up like that?”

A slight, barely noticeable smile appeared at Chi Cheng’s mouth corner. “No problem,
two holes are even better, can switch and fuck. One gets ruined, switch to the other; no
need to wait every day.”

Wu Suowei was burning inside! What kind of person is this, making fun of other people’s
pains!

“Then go find their ward’s fistula king! He’s got seven holes in his ass, can switch one a
day, won’t be lonely even for a week. And each one gets plenty of rest, fully prepared to
greet you!”

This harsh words were born out of anger, meant to be sarcastic and hurtful, but
unexpectedly made Chi Cheng laugh.

Chi Cheng didn’t know what to say; this guy was so cute it made him grind his teeth in
frustration, wishing he could chop him up, chew and swallow him to prove how much he
valued him.

He pulled a bottle of lubricant from his pocket and began applying it below Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei was suddenly shocked; Chi Cheng was prepared! Looking into Chi Cheng’s
dark, wicked eyes, he suddenly understood — he had known Wu Suowei was coming and
deliberately played this “trap.”
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

A finger suddenly slid in without warning, poking at his ticklish spot.

“Mm… mm… so good…”

His lips trembled, starting to feel pleasure again.

Before Jiang Xiaoshuai got out of the car, he cautiously looked around to make sure there
was no suspicious sign before opening the door.

Standing at the clinic’s door, he was about to use the key when suddenly noticed the door
was open and there was noise inside.

Not good, something’s wrong!

Jiang Xiaoshuai leaned against the door to listen; it sounded like someone was hitting a
table — bang bang bang — like a dense drumbeat, rhythmic and strong.

His heart jumped; could it be a thief?

There were two bottles of imported aphrodisiac perfume locked in the clinic drawer!
Preserved for two years, never dared to use them — don’t let the thief break in and steal
them!

With that thought, he pulled the mop handle off the door, swung it, and rushed inside.

“You damn want to die, huh?”

He shouted fiercely as he entered, swinging the stick at the light switch; the lights turned
on boldly.

The room instantly lit as bright as day.

Wu Suowei lay on the clinic table, naked ass exposed, with a rod attached — much
thicker than the stick Jiang Xiaoshuai held.

Chi Cheng was as steady as Mount Tai, holding the rod in front of Wu Suowei and
playing with it carelessly, speaking calmly.

“Who wants to die?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s stick immediately dropped to the floor.

Chi Cheng looked back at Wu Suowei’s flushed, embarrassed face, pulled out the whole
rod fiercely, slammed it back in hard, moving the clinic table ten centimeters — no one
could move that heavy table with seven or eight people. It scared Jiang Xiaoshuai’s
cowardly little heart into pieces and made Wu Suowei’s fleeing butt numb, powerless,
and trembling.

Then came a vigorous, mighty rhythm; every stroke was solid.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was stunned for over three minutes; Chi Cheng’s strong waist moved
like a wound-up machine, continuing at high frequency without even breathing. Not only
that, he calmly talked to Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“What’s the matter? Looks like you want to play a threesome with us?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was shaken back to the door.

“Uh, sorry to bother you, carry on.”

Walking down the road, thinking of the scene just now, his legs still felt weak — seeing
is believing! The mighty man was truly worthy of his name! What to do? A guy who
fucks like he kills — if he really killed a nobody like him without a clue, not even bones
would be left!

Why am I so unlucky? Why do I always run into those two?

Wait!

Jiang Xiaoshuai slammed the brakes.

“Always run into them? Those two? Them? Two? Damn! The ones fucking are those
two!” Jiang Xiaoshuai seemed to realize, eyes flashing blood-red, then floored the
accelerator.

Guo Chengyu, damn you!!!

When Jiang Xiaoshuai got back to Guo Chengyu’s place, it was already past 3 AM. Guo
Chengyu was asleep; Jiang Xiaoshuai was knocking furiously on the door, looking like
he was fighting for his life.

One minute later, the door slowly opened, revealing a tired, lazy face.

“So late knocking on my door, and moaning so loud — how hungry are you?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai angrily said, “Guo Chengyu, you…”

Before finishing, the door opened wider, and Guo Chengyu stood there naked, his
muscular body dazzlingly stimulating those two male-loving eyes.
Jiang Xiaoshuai choked.

Guo Chengyu rested one hand on the doorframe, his narrow eyes shining with a wild,
bloodshot look.

“What the hell’s wrong with me? Say it.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s sharpness dropped by more than half; his tone turned softer.

“Why the hell are you so naked?”

Guo Chengyu looked down, deliberately stuck his hand in the hair down there and
fiddled, chuckling, “You’re a doctor, you should know naked sleeping is good for the
body, right?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was so annoyed by Guo Chengyu’s lewd move.

Guo Chengyu asked deliberately, “Coming so late to see me, is there something?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai held it for a long time and forced out two words: “Nothing.”

He turned to leave but was firmly grabbed by Guo Chengyu’s arm.

“You woke me up; it wouldn’t be right if we didn’t chat a bit, right?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai coldly tried to pry Guo Chengyu’s arm off, “What’s not right?”

Guo Chengyu pulled a small bottle from somewhere, held it in front of Jiang Xiaoshuai’s
face. “I found you hide a lot of good stuff in your drawer — like this aphrodisiac
perfume, which I really like.” He sprayed it softly near Jiang Xiaoshuai’s nose.

Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly felt the guy in front of him was no longer a grinning rogue but
a deadly venomous cobra.

“Let’s go!”

Guo Chengyu dragged the dizzy Jiang Xiaoshuai inside.

Wu Suowei’s butt followed the same path, suffering heavy damage the first time and
lying in bed for a whole week before improving. The second time was the same intensity
but took only three days before he was lively again.

The recovered butt not only had no sequelae but was stronger and more durable than
before. This was all thanks to Chi Cheng’s careful care — daily with over a dozen
precious herbs, various scientific massage techniques — investing huge effort and money
to create a golden butt exclusively for Master Chi.
 CHAPTER 120
Given that Wu Suowei's butt had recovered well, Chi Cheng relaxed his supervision over
him. Aside from his personal life, he didn’t interfere in anything else, as long as Wu
came home on time after work.

With that, Wu Suowei could finally catch a breath. Even though Jiang Xiaoshuai caught
him again, and even in such an embarrassing state, Wu didn’t want to hide anymore. He
hadn’t talked to Jiang in so long, and the urge to see him had already washed away all
awkwardness and misunderstandings.

After going through great lengths and asking around, Wu Suowei finally found Jiang
Xiaoshuai.

They met at the Chinese restaurant of Guo Chengyu’s private club. Eating while talking
made things less awkward.

“You’ve been staying here all this time?” Wu Suowei asked.

Jiang Xiaoshuai shrugged helplessly. “Where else could I go? Go out and wait for your
man to chop me into pieces?”

“I’m already with him now. He probably wouldn’t do anything to you.”

“Who knows?” Jiang stirred his soup. “That Guo Chengyu is such a damn snake! If it
weren’t for him stirring the pot, I wouldn’t still be stuck in this shithole.”

Wu cleared his throat. “That’s not really the best metaphor, is it? We’re eating here.”

“What, so what?” Jiang tapped his plate. “We’re eating colorful food. You’re not
seriously reminded of that, are you?”

Wu replied, “I’m colorblind.”

Jiang: “…”

Wu didn’t argue further and went straight to the point: “How did Guo screw you over?”

“If he hadn’t kept it from you that you and Chi Cheng were together, would I have ended
up like this? Would I have walked into the clinic in the middle of the night only to catch
you two…? Would I have knocked on his bedroom door and then…” Jiang trailed off.
Wu was baffled. “You’re not usually that gullible. You actually believed him? Why
didn’t you just call me? If you’d reached out earlier, all of this could’ve been avoided.”

Jiang mumbled, “Chi Cheng told me I had five days to win you over. I had no choice but
to go along with it. And then you two didn’t work out, and everything fell apart. How
could I still contact you?”

“Chi Cheng told you to win me over in five days?” Wu repeated each word slowly.

The room suddenly fell into dead silence.

After a few minutes, Jiang cautiously asked, “So you didn’t know?”

Wu’s face darkened. “Who told you I did?”

Jiang’s features scrunched tightly together. Who else could’ve told him? That sly,
conniving liar Guo Chengyu, of course! He must’ve guessed that Wu and Jiang would
talk, guessed that he’d accidentally blurt it out, guessed that more misunderstandings
would follow. Then everyone would turn their backs on each other, and Jiang would have
nowhere to go but into Guo’s arms.

Actually, Guo had already hinted at it in the car that day — Jiang’s reaction was just too
slow. He only put it together after he had already spilled the beans.

Sure enough, Wu slammed his plate onto the table with a loud bang.

“What the hell is going on?”

Jiang had his own anger but knew he had to placate Wu first. He’d thought everything
would be cleared up once they met. Who would’ve guessed there was still a ticking time
bomb hidden, and now it had exploded, leaving nothing behind.

“Dawei, listen to me…”

Jiang grabbed Wu’s hand and confessed everything, exaggerating Chi Cheng’s threats a
little to win Wu’s sympathy.

Only now did Wu understand: Chi Cheng had gone to such lengths to prevent him from
meeting Jiang not out of jealousy, but to hide all the shady things he’d done.

“Dawei,” Jiang asked carefully, “do you hate me?”

“I wouldn’t say I hate you. After all, you were forced into it. If it were me, I might not
have held up either.” Wu’s tone shifted. “I’m just pissed at myself! How could I fall for it
so easily?”
Jiang admitted defeat. “We’re at best slippery little devils. Chi Cheng is a full-blown con
man, and Guo Chengyu? He’s a walking scam!”

“Well, at this point there’s no point arguing about who’s right or wrong. I tricked him
into my trap, now he’s turned the tables. We’re even.”

Jiang looked surprised. “You mean… you’re not going to go after him for this?”

“Oh, I will. Why wouldn’t I?” Wu’s eyes sharpened. “I’m going to use this opportunity to
come clean about why I approached him in the first place. That way, he can apologize for
his part, I’ll admit my fault, and we’ll call it even.”

Jiang’s eyes lit up.

“Right! I didn’t think of that! This is a great chance to get rid of that lingering baggage —
no more skeletons in the closet.”

Wu smiled and went back to eating.

Jiang stirred the greens on his plate, his eyes glinting.

“You’re in good shape.”

Wu blinked. “Where did that come from?”

Jiang grinned wickedly. “That night… with all that physical strain, and now you’re here
chatting with me like it’s nothing — not bad!”

Wu barely managed to swallow his food. “The only thing I regret is pulling him out of
that club in public. Should’ve let him play to his heart’s content — maybe then…” He
sighed bitterly.

Jiang had no sympathy. He even teased him further.

“Honestly, you looked like you were enjoying it that night!”

Wu choked, finally managing to say, “Yeah, it felt good then — the next day was hell.
You have no idea, my ass felt like it was on fire…” He suddenly paused. “Oh right, you’d
probably know better than me.”

He kept eating.

Jiang replied proudly, “Sorry, I don’t have that experience. I’ve always been the top.”

Wu spit his food out, put down his chopsticks, grabbed Jiang’s arm, and held it next to
his own — his was a whole size bigger.
“Anyone bottoming for you must be super dainty.”

Jiang: “…Get lost.”

After a while, they finished eating and went to the lounge. Wu lay on the sofa, eyes on
the ceiling, mind full of jumbled thoughts and unsaid words.

Suddenly, Jiang said, “Dawei, that night I left the clinic and went back to Guo’s place…
and I slept in his room.”

Wu bolted upright, eyes wide.

“You two… did it?”

Jiang took a deep breath, visibly conflicted.

“I don’t even know. I was half-asleep. I just knocked out, and when I woke up, it was
morning.”

Wu, drawing from his “experience,” told him, “Even if you don’t remember, your body
would feel something after. Didn’t that… area feel strange?”

Jiang replied vaguely, “It kind of did, but it wasn’t clear. Might’ve just been in my head.
I haven’t done anything like that in over two years — I don’t even remember what it feels
like.”

“Over two years?” Wu was stunned. “How did you even survive?”

Jiang laughed. “You didn’t do it for the first twenty-plus years of your life — how’d you
survive?”

Wu went green in the face from that comeback.

Jiang added, “Honestly, I always thought Guo didn’t like me.”

Wu forced a smile. “How much more does he need to show it? He hurt himself just to
come to you for treatment; he gives you everything you ask for and even what you don’t.
Remember the snake thing? You asked, and he delivered without a word. With his brain,
he must’ve known I was setting a trap with those snakes, but he still brought people to
help. When I got hurt, he could’ve taken the snakes but sent me to the hospital instead.
Think about it — he was willing to set revenge aside for you. What more do you want?”

Jiang had a totally different interpretation.

“He only cozied up to me to get Chi Cheng’s attention. He gave me those snakes because
he knew they’d be traded for Chi Cheng’s treasures. He knew it was a trap, but he helped
anyway because he wanted to. He sent you to the hospital not for me — but because he
knew someone would be upset. And that someone isn’t me…”

Wu interrupted, “What are you trying to say?”

Jiang coldly smirked. “Don’t you think he’s actually into Chi Cheng?”

A thunderclap exploded over Wu’s head. He was stunned.

“Bro, don’t joke like that, okay?”

Jiang was dead serious. “Let me just say one thing. Remember those rare snake species I
asked for? Guo had them all. Not only that — they looked exactly like the ones Chi
Cheng had.”

Wu was speechless.

Jiang continued, “Think about it. Someone who remembers every single snake species in
another guy’s snake park, recreates the whole collection, and it all happened after Chi
Cheng lost his snakes. Tell me — did he build that snake park as a backup? Were those
snakes meant to be sacrifices from the start?”

The more Wu heard, the more unsettling it sounded. He quickly shut it down.

“If that’s true, then he must’ve known the snakes were hidden at the base since day one
— and even predicted Chi Cheng’s every move? That’s way too devious.”

Jiang replied, “You think?”

Wu: “…”

CHAPTER 121
The two of them were silent for a long time before Wu Suowei spoke again.

"According to what you said, you're just a tool Guo Chengyu used to attract Chi Cheng.
Since Chi Cheng already has me and has said he won’t go after his lover anymore,
you’ve lost your value. He should’ve dumped you immediately! But look at what’s
happened—he didn’t dump you, and even went out of his way to keep you close. How do
you explain that?"

Jiang Xiaoshuai was stunned by Wu Suowei’s question. Thinking about it carefully, it did
seem a bit off.
"Maybe he thinks the reason Chi Cheng hasn’t harassed me is because I’m not truly with
him. Once I confirm a relationship with him, maybe Chi Cheng still won’t let go."

Wu Suowei snorted meaningfully through his nose. "You mean, once Guo Chengyu reels
you in, Chi Cheng will come back and mess with you?"

Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed cheekily, "You’re mad! You're totally mad now!"

"Who’s mad?" Wu Suowei’s face darkened. "You're pushing Guo Zi to escalate the
conflict and get Chi Cheng away from me—my ass might finally see springtime."

Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled out loud. After laughing, he calmed down and thought for a
moment, feeling there was something worth digging into.

"Hey, Dawei, don’t you think something’s a bit off with the three of you?"

Wu Suowei straightened his face and asked, "What’s off?"

"Think about it. Those two had a falling out over Wang Shuo. It’s been, what, seven
years now? But have you ever heard either of them mention looking for Wang Shuo
during those years? No, right?! If Chi Cheng didn’t look for Wang Shuo because he hated
what he did, then why didn’t Guo Chengyu look for him either?"

After hearing this, Wu Suowei also couldn’t quite make sense of it.

"Yeah, if Guo Chengyu wanted to get back at Chi Cheng, the best way would’ve been to
keep staying with Wang Shuo."

Jiang Xiaoshuai slammed his hand on the table. "Exactly! That’s where the problem lies!
Normally, since Guo Chengyu and Chi Cheng were such good friends, after stealing Chi
Cheng’s man, he should’ve felt guilty, right? Not constantly scheming against Chi
Cheng. If he were truly an ungrateful person and was determined to go against Chi
Cheng, why didn’t he just get with Wang Shuo openly?"

Wu Suowei furrowed his brow and lowered his eyes slightly.

"Guo Chengyu really is a contradictory person! If you say he's ruthless, then yeah, he
helped out when Chi Cheng snatched the snakes. But if you say he’s kind-hearted, he’s
also the one who secretly got those snakes thrown in. What is this guy doing going back
and forth like that…?"

As he spoke, Wu Suowei suddenly lit up and grabbed Jiang Xiaoshuai’s hand.

"I just remembered something—one time in the car, Guo Chengyu said something to me.
He said he never slept with Wang Shuo."
Jiang Xiaoshuai slapped his thigh. "That makes sense now."

"Makes sense?" Wu Suowei was confused.

Jiang Xiaoshuai squinted like some half-baked prophet and slowly explained, "The truth
is already out—Guo Chengyu just likes Chi Cheng! He never slept with Wang Shuo in
the first place. The whole misunderstanding was made up to make Chi Cheng give up on
Wang Shuo. Then he used Wang Shuo like a rope to tie down Chi Cheng’s emotions for
years, keeping them entangled."

"Isn’t that too roundabout?" Wu Suowei wiped the sweat from his forehead. "If he really
liked Chi Cheng, why not tell him directly? Why use such tricks to ruin their
relationship?"

"You don’t get it," Jiang Xiaoshuai replied righteously. "Some people strike directly,
others go in reverse. Love’s complicated. Sometimes someone treats you well and you
don’t like them. But when they suddenly hurt you, you can’t stop thinking about them."

Wu Suowei didn’t agree. "Back when Yue Yue was nice to me, I really liked her. But
after how she treated me later, I liked her less and less."

Jiang Xiaoshuai replied faintly, "You think everyone has a mind as straightforward as
yours?"

Wu Suowei paused and said with slight displeasure, "I just think what you said makes
some sense, but applying it to them still feels forced. Guo Chengyu is a tough guy! You
think he’d go for someone even tougher than him?"

"Only when two strong forces collide do sparks fly! Look at those two—one’s like a king
cobra, the other like a python. Together, they’re explosive!"

"I don’t see it," Wu Suowei’s face darkened. "If those two tangle up, one of them’s gonna
die."

Jiang Xiaoshuai snorted, "You can’t even imagine what’s coming."

Wu Suowei waited for Jiang Xiaoshuai to keep rambling.

"Think about it—Guo Chengyu never went to Wang Shuo, fine. But why has Chi Cheng
stayed silent too? Also, back when Guo Chengyu and Wang Shuo did something to
betray Chi Cheng, who told him? Or did he see it himself? How did he believe it without
any doubt? If he was just angry at the time and lost his judgment, now that so many years
have passed and he's calmed down, why hasn’t he rethought it?"

Wu Suowei sighed, "Maybe he considers it a shameful memory and doesn’t want to dig it
up again."
"Let’s assume you’re right," Jiang Xiaoshuai continued. "Then why has Chi Cheng only
gone after Guo Chengyu and never laid a hand on Wang Shuo?"

Wu Suowei said flatly, "Maybe he couldn’t bear to."

"Does he seem like the type to be soft?"

After Jiang Xiaoshuai said that, Wu Suowei suddenly remembered the emotional things
Chi Cheng had once told him.

'If he dares show up in front of me, I’ll rape him on the spot, fuck him till he’s out of
breath!'

Jiang Xiaoshuai kept going, "They both keep mentioning Wang Shuo like he’s so
important, but is he really? I think he’s just a vague shadow, or rather, a rope Guo
Chengyu used to tie Chi Cheng down. On the surface, it looks like he’s been manipulated
by Chi Cheng, but in reality, he’s the one who handed the gigolo over to Chi Cheng in the
first place."

"Why would he do that?" Wu Suowei asked.

Jiang Xiaoshuai sneered, "Simple—he only feels at ease when the man is someone he
sent! All these years, aside from Guo Chengyu’s gigolo, has Chi Cheng ever had another
boyfriend? Of course, you’re an exception."

Wu Suowei still couldn’t agree. "Everything you said is from Guo Chengyu’s
perspective, but you’re forgetting about Chi Cheng. He’s not stupid, is he? If Guo
Chengyu really had such motives, Chi Cheng wouldn’t have noticed?"

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes sparkled. "That’s the biggest twist of today’s gossip!"

Wu Suowei suddenly had a bad feeling.

Jiang Xiaoshuai leaned close and whispered, "Actually, Chi Cheng knows everything."

Wu Suowei’s heart skipped a beat.

"Think about the day they fought over the snakes. The two of them were grappling
together, and in terms of strength and skill, Guo Chengyu was clearly weaker. Yet they
still fought to a draw. You were busy moving snakes and probably didn’t notice a small
detail—Chi Cheng already had the upper hand, his fist was right in front of Guo
Chengyu’s face, but he didn’t throw the punch."

Wu Suowei’s temples throbbed. "What exactly are you saying?"

Jiang Xiaoshuai took a dramatic step to the center of the room and declared clearly:
"Actually, Chi Cheng also likes Guo Chengyu."

That bombshell practically blew Wu Suowei’s brains out.

Jiang Xiaoshuai continued confidently, "Like I said before, Guo Chengyu used a rope to
tie down Chi Cheng. Chi Cheng knew exactly what was going on but pretended to push
and pull. All these years, he’s been hurting innocent people under the guise of revenge,
but the two of them are perfectly intact."

Wu Suowei argued one last time, "If that’s the case, why aren’t they together? Why go
through all this?"

Jiang Xiaoshuai shrugged, "They can’t be together! Wang Shuo is still between them.
Who are they? Tough-as-nails men—how could they openly do something like this? The
only way is to use Wang Shuo as a link, fight on the surface, tangle in secret."

Wu Suowei was completely speechless.

"So I’m just in the way then?"

Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled, "You should go test Chi Cheng—tell him I slept with Guo Zi,
and see how he reacts."

"No need to test." Wu Suowei pretended to be generous as he dug his nose. "Let’s just
play matchmaker and get those two lovebirds together already."

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes lit up. "Alright! Let’s do it now—come on, let’s think of a solid
plan."

Wu Suowei nearly poked through his own nostril.

Seeing Wu Suowei’s embarrassed face, Jiang Xiaoshuai stopped teasing.

"Alright, alright, I was just saying it for fun. Don’t take it too seriously. As outsiders,
how can we really know the truth?"

Wu Suowei was frustrated inside. Bullshit! You sure sounded pretty damn clear to me!

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked at the time. "It’s getting late, better get going or your guy will
worry."

Wu Suowei suddenly remembered something important.

"Right, Xiaoshuai, let me ask you—if you do that thing too much, will you get anal
prolapse?"
Jiang Xiaoshuai turned serious. "That, I can’t say for sure. So far, there’s no definitive
data proving a direct link between anal sex and prolapse."

Of all the things Jiang Xiaoshuai said, this was the one that hit Wu Suowei’s heart the
most.

"Let me give a simple example—some people do it several times a day, and their butt is
just fine. Others do it once every few months and still end up with a gaping hole."

Wu Suowei anxiously asked, "So what do you think I’m like?"

Jiang Xiaoshuai replied, "That depends on your actual situation. Simply put, it depends
on your sex habits. Some tops are patient and responsible—they douche beforehand, wear
a condom during, and clean up afterward. Under those conditions, the chances of
infection are very low."

Wu Suowei was still uneasy. "Why don’t you check me out—see if I have any
symptoms?"

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s heart raced, his inner perv awakened, but he furrowed his brows and
pretended to be serious.

"Better not. If your guy finds out, he’ll poke me full of holes."

Wu Suowei couldn’t care less anymore—he had to resolve this long-standing worry.

"He’s not coming back. He’s not going to Guo Zi’s place."

Jiang Xiaoshuai acted like he made a tough decision.

"Alright then, I’ll take a look."

As he turned to get the medical kit, his face lit up like a flower.

Wu Suowei lay down and pulled down his pants.

"You can’t lie down. You have to kneel, or I won’t be able to see clearly." Jiang
Xiaoshuai assumed the noble stance of a doctor saving lives to cover up his wicked
intentions.

To get peace of mind, Wu Suowei put aside his pride. Kneeling it is.

The moment Jiang Xiaoshuai saw it, his chest tightened. Damn! Are you deliberately
showing off how perfect your little flower is? So pink, so tight, and paired with those firm
cheeks—Chi Cheng’s golden butt is truly well-deserved!
"Are you done?" Wu Suowei asked.

Jiang Xiaoshuai snapped out of it, inserted a gloved finger, and internally gasped: Holy
shit! This is way too tight! And the sphincter’s still this elastic! How is a master supposed
to hand over his disciple like this?!

Wu Suowei panted, "It kind of hurts."

Jiang Xiaoshuai reluctantly pulled out his finger and couldn’t help asking, "Do you do
any kind of maintenance?"

Wu Suowei answered casually, "Chi Cheng always applies ointment for me. Whether we
do it or not, he inserts a medicated stick before bed. By morning, it’s all absorbed and
there’s no discomfort."

Jiang Xiaoshuai, being an expert in this field, naturally knew what kind of medicine Wu
Suowei meant. Thinking back to that wild scene at night and now seeing this perfectly
intact little flower, he could tell how much effort Chi Cheng put in.

"He’s really considerate," he couldn’t help but say.

Wu Suowei pulled up his pants and said with a stern face, "If he were really considerate,
he wouldn’t be doing this kind of stuff."

"It’s not the same. This is part of building a deeper relationship. A man who goes out of
his way to make sure you’re comfortable and well cared for—that’s rare. Cherish him,
Dawei. Don’t let that bastard Guo Zi steal him away!"

Wu Suowei: "…"

CHAPTER 122
That day, Wu Suowei had wanted to go see Jiang Xiaoshuai, so he deliberately lied to
Chi Cheng, saying that his mother was sick. Chi Cheng thought it over — Wu Suowei
was always so busy, rarely had time to go home, and he himself hadn’t visited the old
lady in a while — so the next day, he went to Wu’s house.

As soon as he entered, he saw Wu’s mother looking pale, speaking weakly, and her feet
were swollen like steamed buns. Chi Cheng didn’t say a word and took her straight to the
hospital. After a check-up, they found she had heart failure caused by diabetes. Luckily,
she was brought in on time — otherwise, it would’ve been dangerous.
Today happened to be the day she was discharged from the hospital, so Chi Cheng drove
over to pick her up.

In the car, Wu’s mother kept saying polite words.

“Troubling you again. I said I could take a taxi home myself.”

Chi Cheng replied flatly, “It’s fine. On my way.”

As soon as Wu’s mother’s blood sugar dropped, her heart returned to normal, and she
looked completely different from when she was first admitted. Sitting in the car, she kept
chattering, “He insisted, insisted I come. Look, made my son spend so much money
again. It's not easy for him to make a bit of money.”

Wu’s mom always thought it was Wu Suowei who paid the bill.

Chi Cheng said, “He’s your son. Spending money to treat you is what he should do.”

But Wu’s mother didn’t see it that way. “My son isn’t even married yet, still a kid. How
can I let a child support me? My third son is too honest, no sly tricks at all. In this world,
honest people can’t make big money — just enough to get by. He takes after his dad,
looks and all. My husband was like that, always at a disadvantage his whole life.”

Chi Cheng snorted silently in his heart: your third son has long mutated.

When they got home, Wu’s mother invited Chi Cheng in for some water and chatted a
bit.

“Are you dating anyone?”

Chi Cheng admitted openly, “I am.”

Wu’s mom looked envious, “See, young men like you are popular! Bold, capable,
responsible. My third son is no good — even broke up after seven years of dating. Makes
me so anxious!”

Chi Cheng’s gaze dipped slightly. “He dated someone for seven years?”

“Of course!” Wu’s mother still sounded upset. “My son even brought her photo home for
me to see. Such a pretty girl, those eyes could speak. A few days ago I was just fiddling
with that photo. Wait, I’ll go get it and show you.”

She shuffled over to a cabinet, opened a drawer, and started rummaging around for a
while but couldn’t find it.

“Huh? Where did it go?”

Chi Cheng said, “Don’t bother. Just tell me how the two of them broke up.”

Wu’s mother sat back down, her eyes full of guilt.

“My son always says it was a personality clash, but I know very well — the girl must’ve
disliked our poverty. Last year she said she’d come over for a meal. She got all the way
to the door and suddenly left, said something urgent came up. My son went with her.
After that, he never mentioned her again.”

As she spoke, Wu’s mother pulled out a handkerchief and wiped her tears.

“My son suffered so much! His dad always wanted a son, but before he could even build
a house for him, he passed away. To raise the three of them, my husband and I worked
the fields day in and day out. My third son grew up like a little lamb. Never asked us for
anything through college or work — he got through all of it on his own, one step at a
time.”

Chi Cheng remembered the first time he met Wu Suowei — pushing a delivery cart
uphill in the pouring rain. Whether it was intentional or not, that rain-washed face had
stuck in his memory.

Wu’s mother kept rambling for a long while, but Chi Cheng didn’t get annoyed. He just
listened quietly until the old lady was tired, then stood to leave.

After Chi Cheng left, Wu’s mother resumed rummaging in the drawer — eventually
finding the photo stuck in the crack between two drawers.

“Look at that — couldn’t find it when I wanted to show him, and now it pops out after
he’s gone…”

An hour later, Chi Cheng returned.

“I forgot something. This is thermal underwear your son bought for you. He asked me to
bring it over. Try it on — if it doesn’t fit, I’ll have him exchange it.” He handed the
freshly bought thermal wear to Wu’s mother.

She squinted at the size tag and nodded immediately, “It fits! Fits perfectly! I always
wear this size. My son really knows how to care — it’s getting cold, and he thinks of
getting me clothes.”

Chi Cheng nodded. “Alright then, I’ll get going.”

“Okay, drive safe!”

Once she went back inside, Wu’s mother saw the photo on the cabinet, picked it up, and
ran outside.
“Hey, don’t go yet — I still wanted to show you…”

Before she could finish, the car drove off past the door.

She panted for a bit before catching her breath, looked at the photo in her hand, and
sighed.

“Ai… already broken up. What’s the point in showing it? Keeping it just brings heartache
— might as well burn it.”

With that, she tossed the last glimpse of her “would-be daughter-in-law” into the stove.

...

After coming back from Jiang Xiaoshuai’s, Wu Suowei hadn’t forgotten about the little
“scam” they pulled together. He figured it was time to confess why he approached Chi
Cheng in the first place — the rest could wait.

So that evening at home, he tried to build up tension.

He planned to accuse Chi Cheng first, wait for him to feel ashamed and regretful, then
back down and confess his own wrongs — showing both generosity and responsibility.

Chi Cheng came back late. Wu Suowei sat cold and rigid at the desk, back straight,
profile sharp, emitting a stern, oppressive aura.

“Have you eaten?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei answered coldly, “No.”

He expected Chi Cheng to ask, “Why not?” so he could explode with, “How the hell
could I eat?!” and kick off a dramatic quarrel.

But Chi Cheng just plopped a food bag in front of him. “Perfect timing — I bought some
cooked food downstairs, just came out of the pot. Eat up.”

Wu Suowei grumbled inwardly — had to buy food at this exact moment! Was this on
purpose to keep him from starting a fight?

“Not eating,” he replied with resolve.

Chi Cheng opened the bag — a wave of savory aroma wafted out.

Wu Suowei gulped secretly. His last meal had been at Jiang Xiaoshuai’s, and he’d barely
eaten while listening to gossip...
Still, he pushed the bag aside and said stiffly, “Can’t eat.”

Of course Chi Cheng knew exactly what Wu Suowei was thinking. He also planned to
explain everything later, but seeing Wu Suowei nearly choke on his own drool, he gave
him a way out first.

“We’ll talk after you eat,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei glanced at him from the corner of his eye. Since you’re clearly bracing for a
scolding, fine — Grandpa Wu will fill his belly first, then we’ll talk.

He reached out, only to hear a firm voice.

“Wash your hands first.” Normally, Chi Cheng didn’t care about such details, but ever
since they got physically involved, he’d been very concerned about Wu Suowei’s
digestive health.

“No need.”

Wu Suowei’s paw went straight for the pork knuckle in the bag.

Chi Cheng said nothing, just grabbed that hand, wiped it with a wet towel, then tossed it
back.

“Eat.”

And so, this man who claimed he couldn’t eat... devoured two pork knuckles, half a
pound of duck necks, and seven or eight chicken feet. If Chi Cheng hadn’t stopped him, it
would’ve gone on forever.

Afterwards, Wu Suowei washed up and tried to build his mood for the confrontation.

Just as the mood was right, Chi Cheng got a phone call — over ten minutes. Then he
went to shower. Before heading in, he asked, “Want to come?”

Wu Suowei replied coldly, “No.”

Chi Cheng didn’t insist and went alone.

Soon after, he walked out of the bathroom dripping wet.

Wu Suowei sat rigid at the desk, unmoved, face tight — waiting for Chi Cheng to break
the silence.

But Chi Cheng climbed into bed, leaned back against the headboard, and silently smoked.
Wu Suowei glanced at him — his lower belly suddenly tensed.

Chi Cheng wore only boxer briefs, one leg bent, the other stretched out. His abs were
sharply defined. A heavy bulge sat between his thighs, a dragon coiled, pushing past the
edge of his underwear, hair thick and wild. Veins crisscrossed his neck, Adam’s apple
bobbing, those sexy, masculine lips parting slightly as a puff of smoke drifted out.

Slut... Wu Suowei cursed silently.

A moment later, Chi Cheng finished his cigarette and finally spoke.

“What are you working on?”

Wu Suowei immediately stiffened his face. “Company stuff.”

Chi Cheng patted the space beside him. “Come sit here.”

“Why?”

“I want to hold you.”

Wu Suowei stayed cold. “No.”

Chi Cheng braced his feet against the floor and, under Wu’s fierce glare, slid him —
chair and all — over to the bed without unfolding his legs. Wu angrily swiped at him but
was caught firmly by Chi Cheng’s big hand.

“Stop messing around.” Chi Cheng grabbed a set of pure silk thermals from beside him.
“Put this on — I want to see.”

It was a matching set to what he bought for Wu’s mom. When Chi Cheng saw her old
long johns all worn and stretched, he got her a new pair. Then, thinking of Wu Suowei
still flaunting a thin cotton coat in late autumn just to look good, he bought one for him
too.

Wu Suowei was annoyed. Had to buy it today of all days? I finally built up some fire, and
you just smother it with a damn sentimental card!

CHAPTER 123
Wu Suowei reluctantly put it on, his attitude perfunctory.
Chi Cheng didn’t argue with him. He reached out to straighten the waistband, smoothed
the pleated area, then had Wu Suowei stand up, tugged at the pants legs, and the outfit
was properly worn.

The mulberry silk fabric was close-fitting and highly elastic, perfectly molding to Wu
Suowei’s body. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, perky butt, long legs… proof that a good
figure doesn’t have to be revealed—it can be wrapped.

What satisfied Chi Cheng most was that this could only be worn inside, for his eyes only.

“Done yet?” Wu Suowei asked impatiently.

Chi Cheng said nothing, still staring at his butt.

Wu Suowei tried to take it off, but Chi Cheng stopped him and pushed him down on the
bed.

“Don’t take it off,” Chi Cheng’s large hand gently stroked the smooth fabric over Wu
Suowei’s butt, his deep voice murmuring into his ear, “I like seeing it on you. Just leave
it.”

Wu Suowei knew if he didn’t speak now, he’d lose his chance completely. So he
forcefully grabbed Chi Cheng’s wrist, pushing him, clearly resisting.

Chi Cheng didn’t force him, calmly asking, “You met Jiang Xiaoshuai?”

Finally, the subject was broached.

Wu Suowei’s face darkened. “Yes.”

Chi Cheng asked again, “Did he tell you I forced him to persuade you?”

“It wasn’t persuasion—it was manipulation!” Wu Suowei suddenly raised his voice.

Chi Cheng’s tone remained calm. “So you think I played you, deceived you, and used any
means necessary to get my way?”

Wu Suowei escalated things further.

“Yes! You claimed to be patient with me, said you didn’t mind whenever I figured things
out, said you’d never force me. But secretly, you went behind my back to manipulate
Jiang Xiaoshuai, forced him to pressure me. I used to think you were a real man, open
and straightforward—but turns out you’re a hypocrite. You ignored my feelings just to
satisfy that damn carrot of yours.”

After that outburst, the room fell into silence.

Truthfully, Wu Suowei hoped Chi Cheng would get angry, hoped he’d argue irrationally,
so Wu Suowei could lash out even harder and completely break Chi Cheng’s defenses.

But surprisingly, Chi Cheng never once showed anger. Even after Wu Suowei’s harsh
words, his gaze remained steady, silently waiting for Wu Suowei to vent all his
resentment.

Wu Suowei couldn’t hold back—he pounded Chi Cheng’s chest with both fists.

“Do you know how much I struggled those days? Do you know how bad I felt when I
mistakenly thought your old lover came back? And you used such nasty tactics to
provoke me, building your happiness on my pain. I regret it so much now—I should’ve
never opened the door that day. Should’ve left your ass outside all night.”

Chi Cheng’s expression finally changed. His strong hand held Wu Suowei’s body still.

Wu Suowei looked furious, but inside he was secretly pleased. “Look at you, finally can’t
take it anymore, huh? Come on, yell at me. Curse me out. Then I’ll spill your secrets and
shame you into the ground.”

“I admit, that was wrong of me.”

Unexpectedly, the usually arrogant, aloof Chi Cheng actually admitted fault first.

Wu Suowei was caught off guard.

Chi Cheng grabbed both of Wu Suowei’s shoulders and yanked him close—barely three
centimeters apart—and sincerely apologized.

“I was too anxious. I was afraid if I waited too long, your stubborn little brain would go
off on some ridiculous tangent again. You and Jiang Xiaoshuai are close, he knows you
best, knows your weak spots—that’s why I went to him. Yes, my methods were
aggressive, and I felt bad about it too.”

Wu Suowei stubbornly held on, still snapping, “Stop pretending to be nice! If you really
felt bad, would you have screwed me half to death the first time?”

Chi Cheng’s face was now inches from Wu Suowei’s. The scent of body wash and
tobacco collided with Wu Suowei’s senses.

“Because I liked you, I wanted to fuck you. Because I loved you, I fucked you that hard!”

What an outrageous explanation—but coming from Chi Cheng’s mouth, it actually

sounded justified.

Wu Suowei’s face flushed under Chi Cheng’s breath.

Chi Cheng cupped the back of Wu Suowei’s head, brought their foreheads together,
noses touching, eyes locked. After a moment, he pressed his lips down in a hard kiss. He
captured Wu Suowei’s lips, teased his tongue, ravaged his mouth, forcing his deep
apology through the kiss, making Wu Suowei accept it.

When they finally stopped, Wu Suowei was still somewhat rational, but his confidence in
confronting Chi Cheng had crumbled.

“I thought you wouldn’t let me see Jiang Xiaoshuai because you were jealous, or worried
about my health. Turns out, you were just afraid the truth would come out. And you even
played the part so well.”

That was truly unfair to Chi Cheng. He laid Wu Suowei back down and said between
breaths, “If I really wanted to hide it, I could’ve made everyone shut up. You wouldn’t
have heard a thing.”

As he spoke, his tongue began teasing Wu Suowei’s ear, making him shiver and pant.
And Chi Cheng was maddeningly gentle—gently licking, gently teasing, even the wet
slurping sounds carried an unbearable tenderness.

Wu Suowei completely fell into Chi Cheng’s sensual trap. He could barely form words—
only fragmented sounds came out.

Chi Cheng bit his earlobe and teased, “With ears this sensitive, and you still think you
can hold a grudge? Are you really mad at me, or do you just want me to coax you back
into bed?”

Whatever little plan Wu Suowei had was now long gone.

After they were done, over an hour had passed. Wu Suowei lay naked under the blanket,
panting. That new underwear was soaked in saliva, shining obscenely. Chi Cheng’s hand
still lingered at the base of Wu Suowei’s thigh. His phone brushed against his private
area, making him shudder again.

At that moment, Wu Suowei regained some clarity—and realized something serious: he’d
forgiven Chi Cheng without a word, resolved the misunderstanding, and ruined the
emotional leverage he was preparing to use.

“You sounded really slutty at the end,” Chi Cheng said, still savoring the memory.

Wu Suowei resisted the blatant flirting, trying to refocus. He had already shown that he
wasn’t upset anymore—if he stayed bitter now, it’d seem petty. No—he needed to find a
new fight, something to corner Chi Cheng with.

“I want water,” Wu Suowei suddenly said.

Chi Cheng got out of bed, naked, to get water. As he did, Wu Suowei casually dropped a
bomb.

“Guo Chengyu gave Xiaoshuai to someone.”

Bad luck for Chi Cheng—the cup handle snapped off right then, the rest of it crashed to
the floor with a loud crack. All that was left in Chi Cheng’s hand was the broken handle.

Wu Suowei’s heart sank with a chill that spread through his body. The moment for
“conflict” had arrived, the perfect opportunity to pick a fight. But he couldn’t speak a
single word.

Chi Cheng brought him a new glass. Wu Suowei didn’t drink. He just stared at the
ceiling, Jiang Xiaoshuai’s damning words echoing in his head, loud and clear.

Chi Cheng returned to bed and noticed something off.

“What’s going on with you today?” he asked.

Wu Suowei turned his head, his dark eyes boring into Chi Cheng. “Do you still hate
Wang Shuo?”

Chi Cheng’s face darkened. “Why bring him up now?”

Wu Suowei instantly knew the answer. He followed up, “Do you still care about him?”

“No,” Chi Cheng answered firmly.

“If you don’t care, why do you hate him?”

Chi Cheng paused. “It’s not him I care about—it’s what happened back then.”

Wu Suowei asked the most crucial question. “Then do you hate Guo Chengyu?”

A deadly silence.

Wu Suowei’s heart split wide open. The act had involved two people—but Chi Cheng
only hated Wang Shuo. What did that mean? It meant Chi Cheng was using his hatred for
Wang Shuo as a cover—meanwhile, secretly colluding with Guo Chengyu!

Chi Cheng saw Wu Suowei’s pale expression and cupped his face. “Baby, can we stop
digging into the past? You dated your ex for seven years—I never said a word. What
more do you want from me?”

Wu Suowei’s chest trembled as he stared at Chi Cheng.

“You knew I had a girlfriend for seven years?”

Chi Cheng nodded grimly.

Wu Suowei’s lips trembled. “Then… do you know who she is?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t want to know,” Chi Cheng said flatly.

“Why not?” Wu Suowei asked.

“Because I can’t stand that you had such a deep love in a past I can’t change.”

Wu Suowei felt it was time to confess. No matter the result, it didn’t need to be hidden
anymore. But before confessing, there was one more thing he needed to understand—
something that concerned not just him, but Jiang Xiaoshuai, who had suffered trauma.

“Why do you care so much about what happened back then?”

Chi Cheng’s eyes were like still water—no emotion visible.

“I hate being deceived most of all.”

Wu Suowei’s heart shattered, his voice filled with dying defiance.

“I’ve lied to you too, haven’t I? And you didn’t do anything about it.”

Chi Cheng said coolly, “When it’s within my control, your lies aren’t lies—just tricks.
But if it’s outside my control, if I’m completely in the dark, then that’s real betrayal.”

Wu Suowei fell into complete despair.

When Chi Cheng pulled him in for a hug, Wu Suowei was still stiff and motionless.

“You lied to me?” Chi Cheng asked on purpose.

Wu Suowei forced his jaw open. “Yeah.”

“How did you lie?”

Wu Suowei was silent for a long time, then said, “I approached you with a motive.”

Chi Cheng’s arms tightened. “What motive?”

Wu Suowei’s face turned ghostly pale. His lips opened and closed, unable to speak.
Chi Cheng’s tone softened. “Forget it, I won’t scare you anymore. You broke up with
your girlfriend and were hurting—you used me to climb back up. I don’t mind that you
had a selfish reason. I don’t mind you using me. I’m willing to lead this ‘free-range lamb’
to greener pastures.”

Wu Suowei’s last defenses crumbled. This man knew he was being used but still
tolerated him. He couldn’t bear to lose someone like that. Even if he had to keep lying—
and pay a worse price later—he was willing.

CHAPTER 124
These past few days, with strong winds and a temperature drop, Jiang Xiaoshuai’s clinic
was once again packed with patients. After a busy morning, he had just sat down to take a
sip of water when another voice popped up behind him.

“Doctor Jiang.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai put down his water cup and habitually responded, “Eh, where are you
feeling uncomf—”

As soon as he clearly saw who was behind him, he ground his teeth a bit. Taking another
look at his attire—wearing a well-ironed suit, neatly trimmed hair—he couldn’t help but
grab his hand and tease, “General Manager Wu personally visiting—please forgive me
for not welcoming you from afar!”

Wu Suowei let out a hearty laugh and gave Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face a hard pinch.

“What are you doing here today?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei pointed outside and said, “48 intersections in the city are being renovated, all
the traffic lights are being replaced with LED smart signals. Our company took on this
project. These couple of days, employees are surveying around here, and I came to
supervise their work and also drop by to see you.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai poked Wu Suowei’s belly with a smile. “You’re getting involved in
government projects now—impressive!”

Wu Suowei said earnestly, “It’s the result of the collective effort of the entire company.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai snorted, “More like it’s all Captain Chi’s effort, huh?”

“Says who?” Wu Suowei denied flatly. “He doesn’t work at the traffic bureau anymore,
transferred to the finance bureau.”
“What’s the point of staying at the traffic bureau? The finance bureau has way better
prospects. He must’ve been enduring until the transfer just for this project. First smooth
out the road for you, then go to the finance bureau and earn some official position, and
create favorable policy conditions for the development of your company. That’s what
he’s planning, right?”

Wu Suowei scoffed coldly. “You think too highly of me. His transfer was just a matter of
one sentence, no way he thought that much. Even if he did think about it, he wouldn’t put
me first—it’s definitely those snake kids of his. He probably realized that without a stable
social status, he can’t provide a safe, comfortable environment for his sons.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai grinned mischievously. “Jealous, aren’t you?”

Wu Suowei insisted, “What do I have to be jealous of? I’d be glad if he visited those
snake sons every day—best if he just sleeps in the snake den, saves me from being
annoyed.”

“Oh right.” Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly remembered, “Did you ever tell him the truth?”

Talking about this brought a tinge of worry to Wu Suowei’s eyes.

“I was going to tell him that day, but he gave me a big scare. I chickened out before I
could say a word. Later I thought, forget it. I destroyed everything related to Yue Yue.
Chi Cheng and I live in different circles—our acquaintances are worlds apart—no one
would spill anything to him.”

“What about Yue Yue?” Jiang Xiaoshuai reminded. “What if he tries to take revenge?”

Wu Suowei shook his head. “He definitely thinks Chi Cheng already knows and
deliberately retaliated on my behalf. Just like I once thought Chi Cheng knew.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai thought for a moment and agreed. “If you can keep it under wraps, then
don’t take the risk. Once your relationship stabilizes, maybe one day when you’re
chatting, you’ll bring it up naturally.”

“That’s what I’m thinking too.”

Another patient came in, so Jiang Xiaoshuai went to treat them. Wu Suowei sat on a chair
drinking water while watching Jiang Xiaoshuai. He felt that Jiang Xiaoshuai had gotten
thinner—back in summer, his white coat looked well-fitted, but now that winter had
come and layers increased, the coat hung loosely.

After prescribing medicine for the patient, Jiang Xiaoshuai returned to sit down.

Wu Suowei asked, “What’s going on with you and Guozi?”

“It’s whatever.” Jiang Xiaoshuai replied vaguely.

Wu Suowei was anxious. “You’re not still thinking Guozi likes Chi Cheng, are you?”

“We’re finally having a chat, can we not talk about such buzzkill stuff?” Jiang Xiaoshuai
gave Wu Suowei a meaningful look. “Let’s talk about your happy life.”

Wu Suowei looked awkward. “What’s so happy about my life?”

“You run a big company, you’ve got a rich second-gen backing you—not short on money
or love—what else do you want?”

Wu Suowei said, “I want a wife.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai burst out laughing. “Come on! If someone gave you a wife, you
wouldn’t even know what to do with her! That thing of yours in front—left unused for so
long—it’s probably rusty by now!”

General Manager Wu, who had been calm and composed before entering, instantly
exploded at this.

“Who says that? My second brother is still vigorous and lively! I’ve been working out
lately, trying to win Chi Cheng over as soon as possible.” He said this with
determination.

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t hurt Wu Suowei’s pride—just laughed it off.

While the two were chatting, an unfamiliar number called Wu Suowei’s phone. He
answered—it was indeed Chi Cheng.

“I’m out running errands. My phone’s out of service. Recharge it for me.”

After hanging up, Wu Suowei looked furious.

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Isn’t he doing this on purpose? Every time he goes out, his phone runs out of service.
Doesn’t carry cash either. Always makes me recharge it for him—constantly finding new
ways to squeeze money out of me.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai grinned. “How much can topping up phone credit cost? A general
manager like you, bringing in tens of thousands daily, fussing over a few bucks? Besides,
Chi Cheng’s the one in your bed—do you two really need to keep score that clearly?”

Talking about this made Wu Suowei even more annoyed.

“At first, we didn’t keep score. But later I realized I kept losing out. Take meals, for
instance—when it’s his turn, he shoves in a few bites and calls it a day. When it’s my
turn, he eats endlessly.”

“And last month, he used up all my phone data and didn’t tell me, causing overage
charges.”

“Pff…” Jiang Xiaoshuai spat out his water. “You’re seriously complaining about data?”

Wu Suowei was fuming. “It’s not about the money—it’s his attitude! He does it on
purpose! When he's home, he knows his balance is low, yet doesn’t top up—waits until
service is cut off to make me recharge it. And usually, he carries a wallet, but when the
phone’s out of service, he goes out empty-handed.”

As his mentor, Jiang Xiaoshuai listened to his apprentice’s complaints and secretly found
it amusing.

Wu Suowei continued, “Last month he bought me thermal underwear. I didn’t

reciprocate. He got upset. Now he keeps fiddling with his cashmere pants in front of
me—says they shrank, says they’re pilling. But those pants are great quality and fit
perfectly. He’s just trying to guilt-trip me into buying him something.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai genuinely felt that if another man did this, it would be annoying—but if
Chi Cheng did it, it was somehow… cute?

“So are you gonna buy him a pair?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked on purpose.

Wu Suowei replied with a dark face, “No way—don’t want to encourage his bad habits!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed again. “At least recharge his phone. If someone abducts him out
there, where would you find him?”

“If someone abducts him, good!”

Despite what he said, Wu Suowei still asked Jiang Xiaoshuai to help recharge it online.

“How much should I add?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei lifted his chin. “Check how much he owes first.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai got Chi Cheng’s account number and checked: the balance was negative
29.3 yuan.

Without thinking, Wu Suowei said, “Recharge 30.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was shocked. “Thirty? The balance would only be 0.7 yuan—just a few
texts would use it up!”

Wu Suowei thought and said, “Then add another 4.9.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai nearly slid off his chair. “Seriously… why are you being so precise?
Even if you’re not adding a hundred or two, at least round it off. Ten or five yuan would
do!”

“Just 4.9,” Wu Suowei insisted.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was puzzled. “Why that number?”

“He gets charged 0.12 yuan per minute outgoing, incoming is free. He never texts—only
chats with me. We talk max 30 minutes, at 0.12 yuan per minute, that’s 3.6 yuan. He
never talks to others for over a minute. So 4.9 minus 3.6 is 1.3, plus the previous 0.7,
that’s 2 yuan. That’s enough for serious business. If he wants to chit-chat, let it cut off!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked at Wu Suowei with awe—he thought Wu Suowei had become a
freaking genius!

After leaving Jiang Xiaoshuai’s place, Wu Suowei followed the staff to another site.

On the way, they passed a mall. Wu Suowei hesitated for a long time outside before
going in.

He went straight to the men’s underwear section and checked several brands—either too
expensive or way too expensive. After much picking, only one brand was left—if this
didn’t work, he wouldn’t buy.

Turns out the prices were the same as the others. Cashmere content high ones were no
less than 2000 yuan. The lower content ones he worried wouldn’t be warm enough.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the clearance section by the entrance.

“These cashmere pants are all limited sizes, pure goat cashmere, 98% content. Originally
3-4000 yuan, now only 799 a pair—the biggest discount we’ve ever offered.”

Wu Suowei browsed and found most sizes were small. With Chi Cheng’s robust build, no
way he’d fit. Finally, at the very bottom, he found a large size.

“Don’t even know if he can fit in these…” Wu Suowei muttered.

The sales assistant asked, “Is it for yourself or someone else?”

“Someone else,” Wu Suowei replied.

She asked, “How tall and heavy is he?”

Wu Suowei answered vaguely, “About 1.85m? 1.87? At least 160 jin… pretty burly.”

The assistant thought for a moment and said, “This size should be about right. Even if it’s
a bit tight, it’s high-stretch—anyone can fit.”

Still unsure, Wu Suowei asked again.

“If it doesn’t fit, can I return it?”

She apologized, “Sorry, clearance items are non-returnable. If there’s a quality issue, we
can fix it.”

“I see…”

Wu Suowei hesitated a bit, but in the end couldn’t resist the discount—and bought it.

CHAPTER 125
On the way home, Wu Suowei thought: Today is Friday, and Chi Cheng has the day off
tomorrow, so he should eat a hearty meal tonight. Thinking of this, Wu Suowei felt like
he'd been shortchanged. Chi Cheng had a weekend off, but his company had to stay open.
It was his turn to buy food today, and he also had to foot the bill for someone else's
celebration. Shit!

I had originally planned to buy three pounds of mutton, but on second thought, I changed
it to two.

Walking into a butcher shop, he asked, "How much is mutton per pound?"

The owner answered without hesitation, "Forty-five yuan a pound."

"So expensive?" Wu Suowei's eyes widened. "How come I only remember it being over
thirty yuan?"

"You get what you pay for. The mutton that's forty-five yuan a pound is fresh-cut mutton,
absolutely worthless. I mean, with your current status, you shouldn't care about a small
amount of money, right? Isn't it better to spend a few more dollars for peace of mind? I
have mutton for over thirty yuan a pound. Do you dare to buy it?"
Wu Suowei said bluntly, "I dare to buy it. I want the kind that's over thirty yuan a pound.
I want two pounds."

The owner said, "..."

Then he went into the vegetable store and picked out the most exquisite vegetables,
including Chi Cheng's favorite toon shoots. Because they were too expensive, Wu
Suowei didn't even look at them. He was about to buy some seasonings, but then he
remembered he had some in the refrigerator and didn't spend the extra money.

Even after trying to save every penny, Wu Suowei still muttered before getting in the car,
"Damn it, I can't make ends meet! A thousand yuan is gone in one round trip."

During the meal, Wu Suowei was furious again.

The mutton was placed on his side, and he was always the one adding to the pot. Chi
Cheng always picked up his chopsticks before him. By the time Wu Suowei's chopsticks
reached into the pot, only a little bit of minced meat remained. He had to add more, but
again, Chi Cheng took it away before he even touched his chopsticks.

With two pounds of mutton about to go in, Wu Suowei hadn't even taken two bites.

So he shoved a dish of vegetables in and said to Chi Cheng, "Don't just eat the meat, have
some vegetables."

Then, he used his chopsticks to add two slices of meat to the pot, simmering them
without letting go. Suddenly, the two slices of meat disappeared. Looking up, he saw Chi
Cheng chewing them.

Shit! Wu Suowei cursed inwardly.

When the fire died down, he tried to pick up his chopsticks, but Chi Cheng had already
taken all the tea.

Then Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng engaged in a fierce battle for the pot, their entire meal
feeling like a fight.

Finally, Wu Suowei realized his bowl was empty and asked Chi Cheng, "Do you have
any more?"

Chi Cheng nonchalantly waved the deflated package and tossed it into the trash.

Wu Suowei, with a scowl, searched the refrigerator for ages but couldn't find it. He
searched the kitchen, but couldn't find it either. Finally, desperate, he resorted to mixing
fermented tofu and soy sauce to make a makeshift seasoning.
Coming back, he found only a few slices of meat left on the plate. He quickly scooped
them up with his chopsticks, barely dipping them into the soup before scooping them out
and placing them in his own bowl.

Chi Cheng, standing across from him, said in a deep voice, "Your meat isn't cooked
through yet. You'll get a stomachache if you eat it. Put it back and rinse it."

Don't give me that! The meat will definitely end up in your mouth once it's back in the
pot!

Thinking this way, he scooped up all the meat from the bowl and stuffed it all into his
mouth.

As a result, with his mouth wide open and the meat already at his lips, someone snatched
his chopsticks away.

Chi Cheng was truly skilled. He snatched the meat away with his chopsticks, and not a
single piece fell off, shoving it all into the pot. He then fished it out, tossed it into his own
bowl of seasoning, and then, right in front of Wu Suowei, he leisurely stuffed it into his
mouth.

Wu Suowei was stunned for a moment, then dropped his chopsticks with a bang.

"I'm not eating anymore!"

Chi Cheng sat across from Wu Suowei and looked at him for a moment, a barely
perceptible smile playing on his lips. Then, silently, he stood up, opened the refrigerator,
and, like a magic trick, pulled out several boxes of lamb samples from the lower storage
compartment.

Pushing it towards Wu Suowei, he teased, "Are you really not eating anymore?"

Wu Suowei glanced sideways and asked uncertainly, "Where did you get it from?"

"Where did you get it from?"

Chi Cheng had long been accustomed to this. Whenever it was Wu Suowei's turn to buy
food, nine times out of ten he wouldn't be able to eat enough.

He then pulled out his favorite dishes from the kitchen cupboard, brought a clean bowl,
poured in the newly bought seafood seasoning, added a little broth, and pushed it towards
Wu Suowei.

"No one's going to fight you now, so eat."

Wu Suowei remained calm, slowly eating the meat and simmering the vegetables.
The mutton Chi Cheng bought was completely different from the one Wu Suowei had
bought. Even without being a connoisseur, Wu Suowei could tell the difference. Chi
Cheng's meat was thin and tender, with a strong hint of mutton. The vegetables were also
crisp and green, like premium vegetables displayed on supermarket shelves.

After a delicious meal, they cleaned the cupboards together and went to the bathroom to
shower.

After stripping naked and stepping under the shower, Wu Suowei was met with Chi
Cheng's mocking gaze.

"Look at how much you've eaten! Your belly's bulging."

Wu Suowei glanced down, then glanced at Chi Cheng, unconvinced. "You eat more than
me! It's just that your stomach muscles are hard and can't support it."

Chi Cheng sneered. "How much exercise do I do after dinner? How much do you do? I
work hard, that's physical labor. And you? Just get on the bed, talk, and moan, and you're
done."

Wu Suowei, furious, turned the water temperature to the lowest setting and sprayed Chi
Cheng with a furious urge.

Later, Chi Cheng pulled him against the wall, the showerhead aimed at his butt crack. Wu
Suowei struggled and twisted, cursing Lianlian. Chi Cheng turned up the water flow,
stimulating him relentlessly.

As they were fighting, they fell into the bathtub. Wu Suowei was half submerged, half
leaning against Chi Cheng.

"I have a mouth ulcer," Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng's large hands cupped Wu Suowei's wet face and said in a deep voice, "Open
your mouth and let me see."

"Come on, it hurts even to talk."

Instead of comforting him, someone scowled, "You're eating so much mutton even
though it hurts? Don't you know it causes internal heat?"

Wu Suowei chuckled, "The mutton you bought is delicious."

"Tomorrow, we'll have a vegetarian meal."

Wu Suowei's smile froze, and he punched Chi Cheng in the stomach.

"Fuck you! Why? You're eating vegetarian food every time it's your turn to buy food.
Aren't you just ripping me off?"

Chi Cheng teased, "You're so... "Money, who else should I cheat if not you?"

"How could I have any money? The money in the accounts is all company money, not
my personal assets."

Chi Cheng smiled as he rubbed Wu Suowei's little dick, asking, "You've got quite a bit of
money hidden in your little piggy bank, right?"

Wu Suowei's eyebrows shot up, and he gasped twice. "Stop trying to get ahead of me!"

"You're a magnet!"

Wu Suowei's handsome face flushed. "What do you mean?"

"Not only am I stingy, I even suck feathers from other roosters."

Wu Suowei was stunned at first, then kicked Chi Cheng twice.

Every time he saw the stingy little guy, Chi Cheng felt an itch to pluck a single hair from
him. It wasn't that she was interested in the hair, but she wanted to see the pain in her face
when she grimaced.

After the shower, Chi Cheng sprayed medicine on Wu Suowei's face. As soon as he
finished, Wu Suowei let out a swear word.

"What's that dick smell? It's awful."

Chi Cheng cast a dark gaze upon Wu Suowei's mouth and said quietly, "Is that what your
dick smells like? Come, let me smell it."

He then pushed Wu Suowei down onto the bed and lifted his bathrobe to begin his
actions.

"Stop... stop it..."

Wu Suowei hurriedly grabbed Chi Cheng's wrist and said, his face flushed, "Haven't you
always wanted a new pair of cashmere pants? I bought them for you. Try them on and see
if they fit."

Chi Cheng took the cashmere pants and saw they were a size too small. He didn't say
anything and struggled to put them on under Wu Suowei's expectant gaze.
As the salesperson had said, the cashmere pants were highly stretchy and fit perfectly.
They were a little tight around the waist and legs, but generally manageable. The crotch,
however, was a bit of a stretch. The two buttons were sticking out, and it felt like it was
about to burst.

Wu Suowei also noticed this and couldn't help but wonder, "What the hell is that big dick
for?"

Chi Cheng opened his mouth, "If you don't want to make me miserable, you'd better get a
bigger size."

Wu Suowei didn't want to say it was on sale, but he didn't want to pay for a new pair
either. So he undid the two buttons on Chi Cheng's crotch, pulled out his penis, and let it
hang out.

He asked again, "Are you still holding it in?"

Chi Cheng shook his head.

Wu Suowei was quite open-minded. "Then wear it like this."

Wear it like this... wear it like this... wear it like this...

Chi Cheng reached down, cupped his huge penis in his palm, and glanced at Wu Suowei.

"Are you comfortable with me going out wearing this?"

"..."

Lying in bed, Wu Suowei thought to himself: Wang Shuo gave Chi Cheng a snake, and
Chi Cheng raised it for seven years. If I buy him a pair of cashmere pants, will he last
seven years? With that thought, he asked.

Chi Cheng said, "If you only buy me this one pair, I can wear them forever."

Such a touching statement, but it immediately took on a different meaning in the ears of
the Magnetic Rooster.

Shit, it sounds like you don't like this pair and want me to buy another?

After fighting for more than a few rounds, Wu Suowei was still able to chat with Chi
Cheng, proving that his Iron Butt Technique was almost complete. With the lights off and
his eyelids nearly closing, Wu Suowei finally realized something.

"Chi Cheng, did you eat all that shredded mutton I bought?"
Chi Cheng's large hand cupped the back of Wu Suowei's head and asked, "Is that
shredded?"

In fact, he'd noticed from the first bite: the mutton was impure; it was mixed with duck
meat.

Wu Suowei felt uneasy. "Why would you want to eat that? Don't we have plenty of
premium lamb left in the fridge?"

"Do I dare throw it away?" Chi Cheng said in a low voice. "If I throw it away, you'll be
fighting for your life. If I don't, and I keep it in the fridge, you might steal it one day."

Wu Suowei felt extremely guilty and gritted his teeth, saying, "I'll buy you a pair of
larger cashmere pants tomorrow."

Chi Cheng chuckled. "Never mind. It's fine as is."

"Then you should wear something thicker underneath. Watch out for drafts."

Chi Cheng rubbed the back of Wu Suowei's head with his rough palm and said nothing.

Wu Suowei's mind raced, and he said, "How about this? Don't you always say I'm all
about eating and no work? I'll wait on you tomorrow. What do you think?"

Chi Cheng gave him a very manly look. "That's perfect."

And so, with opposite thoughts but the same smile, the two of them fell asleep in each
other's arms.

CHAPTER 126
Early on Saturday morning, Chi Cheng and Gang Zi went to a nearby county to collect
snake feed. On the way back, they ran into a traffic accident, causing severe congestion
along the entire highway. Cars were barely moving.

Chi Cheng took off the belt from his waist and rhythmically slapped it against his hand,
producing crisp, sharp sounds.

Gang Zi, having been with Chi Cheng for so many years, could pretty much read the
emotions behind all his actions. For example, playing with his belt meant his hands were
itching.

“Can’t he satisfy you?” Gang Zi asked.

Chi Cheng’s rough gaze shot out the window, his voice deep and masculine. “He can
satisfy me. It’s just that my hands can’t help themselves.”

Gang Zi naturally understood that Chi Cheng’s “itchy hands” referred to his sadistic
tendencies.

“Have you ever mentioned these demands to him? Or maybe you could guide him slowly
to accept this way when he’s in the mood. Honestly, out of all your exes, he’s got pretty
decent physical conditions. And stubborn, with a strong streak and good striking power.”

After saying all that, Chi Cheng replied with four words:

“Can’t bring myself.”

Although ever since Chi Cheng started dating Wu Suowei, Gang Zi had been
continuously “surprised,” Chi Cheng’s image had flipped from a sadistic abuser to a well-
behaved boyfriend. Gang Zi still found it hard to get used to.

“Why can’t you bring yourself to do it?” Gang Zi asked again.

Chi Cheng’s answer surprised him even more.

“He’d definitely cry.”

Gang Zi was speechless. Who doesn’t howl and scream during sex? Why were his tears
so precious?

“Here’s an idea,” Gang Zi proposed, “One day when he pisses you off, take that chance
to go all out, have your fun, vent your anger — wouldn’t that be perfect?”

Unexpectedly, Chi Cheng said, “He’s too obedient, there’s no fire to ignite.”

He’s obedient? Gang Zi silently cursed in his heart: Is he obedient or do you keep
pouring cold water on yourself?

“Then stir things up, make him do something bad,” Gang Zi said.

Chi Cheng’s gaze sharpened like a blade as he looked at Gang Zi, asking, “How do I stir
things up?”

Gang Zi said, “I, a woman, seduce him, then you catch us in the act.”

A loud slap echoed as the idea shot through the car window to the underside of a bridge,
scaring two men urinating nearby so much their “big birds” trembled three times.

Chi Cheng said, “If that happens, I’ll be the first to torment you.”
Gang Zi’s neck veins bulged, his face twisted into a fierce grimace. That whip cracked
down like wildfire burning half his leg.

After being stuck for over half an hour more, Gang Zi said to Chi Cheng, “Why don’t we
get out and take care of business too? Looks like this jam isn’t clearing anytime soon.”

Chi Cheng agreed, so the two of them got out of the car.

They found a patch of empty space and began relieving themselves without caring who
was watching.

Gang Zi deliberately didn’t leave, sneaking peeks at Chi Cheng, who was surprisingly
quick at undoing his pants layer by layer. Gang Zi glanced sideways and saw Chi Cheng
was nearly done. Chi Cheng tucked himself back in, but his cashmere pants’ buttons were
wide open, exposing the zipper of his outer pants.

Gang Zi awkwardly said, “Hey, you’re missing one button.”

Chi Cheng ignored him completely, snapped his belt off with a crack, exuding an air of
natural and imposing majesty.

“No need, makes peeing easier.”

After saying that, he left a dumbfounded Gang Zi behind and walked back to the car.

Wu Suowei spent the entire afternoon in the gym.

Returning to the company, still steaming from exercise, he took off his coat, revealing the
form-fitting cotton shirt underneath. His shoulder and upper arm muscles bulged
smoothly with beautiful lines; faint chest contours could be seen, and his abdomen was
tight and flat. His figure was still impressive.

The secretary nearby stared at him for a long time, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Wu Suowei teasingly asked, “How’s this body of mine?”

The secretary smiled shyly, “Pretty solid.”

Wu Suowei was pleased with the answer and was looking forward to the “physical work”
later that evening.

The secretary curiously asked, “Mr. Wu, how come you stayed in the gym so long
today?”

Wu Suowei said confidently, “Got a big task tonight, gotta prepare plenty of energy.” He
twisted his flexible wrist, making a cracking sound.
After work, Wu Suowei didn’t rush home but went to the clinic first.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was locking up, getting ready to leave.

Wu Suowei whistled, “Xiaoshuai.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s expression froze, “Why are you here?”

Wu Suowei didn’t get out of the car but rolled down the window and said arrogantly,
“Tonight I’m going to handle Chi Cheng. Wait for my good news! I’ll record it for you so
you can admire my style.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai just laughed.

Wu Suowei didn’t waste words and pressed the accelerator, gallantly heading out.

Humming a tune, his mind filled with erotic images—Chi Cheng’s strong butt about to be
tamed by his hard little whip. Just thinking of Chi Cheng writhing and moaning beneath
him made Wu Suowei ecstatic! His rearview mirror could barely fit his grinning mouth.

But one thing worried Wu Suowei:

Duration.

It seemed like every time they “fought,” Wu Suowei always climaxed before Chi Cheng.
What if one day Chi Cheng was extremely horny and could satisfy Wu Suowei three
times over? That wouldn’t do! If Wu Suowei finished early and Chi Cheng wasn’t done
yet, that would be embarrassing.

Thinking this over, Wu Suowei slowed down.

His eyes scanned outside the window and saw an adult goods store not far away. His
heart raced; he glanced around nervously to make sure no one was watching, then slowly
drove toward it.

After explaining his needs, the shop owner handed him a box of medicine.

“Take one hour before sex. Can handle three to four rounds in one night. Great for delay
and performance.”

Wu Suowei paid, just about to leave when the owner called him back and handed over a
small box containing women’s lingerie.

“Buy one get one free for new customers.”

Wu Suowei politely refused, “No, really don’t need it.”

The owner was clever and immediately pulled out a pair of men’s lingerie from the box,
swapped it for what Wu Suowei held, and handed him a business card.

“Come again.”

Getting back in the car, Wu Suowei’s heart raced faster than ever. It was his first time
doing this, and he felt deeply guilty.

He was a normal man after all. Though his stamina wasn’t as good as Chi Cheng’s, it was
enough compared to ordinary men. How did it come to this — having to use this stuff?

Seeing the words “impotence” on the box, Wu Suowei felt unfairly treated!

How could Chi Cheng last so long? How could he climax so many times? How could he
keep his vigor after so many years of unrestrained release? Obviously, he must have used
medicine! No way he could achieve that naturally!

With that thought, Wu Suowei’s guilt quickly vanished.

Before getting off the car, Gang Zi asked Chi Cheng, “Liu Gongzi’s birthday party
invitation came. Are you going?”

Chi Cheng’s eyes glanced outside, seemingly deep in thought, lips curling into a faint
smile.

Gang Zi cleared his throat, “Chi Cheng!”

Chi Cheng looked back and asked, “What’s up?”

Gang Zi threw the invitation onto Chi Cheng’s lap and repeated,

“Liu Gongzi’s birthday party, nine o’clock tonight.”

Chi Cheng glanced at it without saying a word.

Gang Zi couldn’t help but reminisce, “Last year was wild! I still remember that smileless
Miss Sun who ended up peeing herself publicly. That crazy mix of people—I kept
dreaming about all those pale butts for nights. Heard this year there are even more new
acts. Liu Gongzi really loves chaos. You could go have some fun, get rid of your
‘toxins.’”

“No.”

Chi Cheng’s answer was a curt two words.

Not to prove anything, but he genuinely had no interest.

Chi Cheng tossed the invitation back to Gang Zi, saying, “You go. Keep an eye on Guo
Zi. Last year he almost overdosed on drugs. That Liu guy isn’t trustworthy.”

Gang Zi nodded, “Got it.”

At nine p.m., Gang Zi arrived at the hotel hosting the party. As he got out of the car, he
saw Li Wang talking on the phone not far away. He looked carefully around but didn’t
see Guo Chengyu.

Gang Zi and Li Wang had known each other for a long time. Chi Cheng and Guo
Chengyu fought openly and covertly, but they themselves had no real hatred. When they
met, they greeted and chatted, sometimes drinking together. Their relationship was
decent.

“Where’s Chi Cheng?” Li Wang asked first.

Gang Zi said straightforwardly, “He’s not here.”

Li Wang instantly looked frustrated, “If I’d known he wasn’t coming, I wouldn’t have
come either.”

Gang Zi felt the same thought, If I knew he wasn’t coming, I wouldn’t have come either.

“Why isn’t he coming?”

“I don’t know. Why wouldn’t Chi Cheng come?”

“Don’t know.”

“So why did you come?”

“I told you, don’t tell Chi Cheng—Guo Zi asked me to come watch. He’s worried Chi
Cheng might overdose. You?”

“I told you, don’t tell Guo Chengyu—Chi Cheng asked me to come watch. He’s worried
Guo might overdose.”

Five seconds of silence passed, then the two said in unison,

“Damn!”
 CHAPTER 127
Wu Suowei ate too much dinner.

He originally planned to eat vegetarian today, but unexpectedly, Wu “Rooster” broke his
own rule, pulled out a tuft of feathers, and bought a lot of meat. And he placed all the
meat on his own side of the table, making Chi Cheng look on longingly without giving
him a bite.

Chi Cheng asked, “Why don’t you let me eat any?”

Wu Suowei gnawed on a bone and said, “You’d better stick to vegetarian today.”

“Your mouth is the one with ulcers,” Chi Cheng retorted sharply.

Wu Suowei winked at Chi Cheng, “Aren’t I the one doing the heavy physical work later?
Should replenish more, obviously.”

Chi Cheng smiled meaningfully—that was indeed a good reason to eat more.

As a result, Wu Suowei just ended up overeating.

Anyone with basic common sense knows that when you’re full, you get sleepy; when
hungry, you get absent-minded. Overeating causes a large amount of blood to rush into
the stomach, leading to insufficient blood supply to the brain, making a person drowsy
and sluggish. Coupled with the intense exercise earlier in the afternoon, his body was
exhausted, and he was so lazy on the sofa he didn’t even want to move.

Chi Cheng rubbed Wu Suowei’s hot forehead and deliberately asked, “Are you alright?”

Wu Suowei’s eyes suddenly snapped wide open, “No problem, I’m going to take a
shower now.”

That was easier said than done—lying in the bathtub, he almost fell asleep. If Chi Cheng
hadn’t been “supervising” him by his ear, Wu Suowei would have already gone to visit
the Queen of Dreams.

Taking advantage of Chi Cheng going to another room for something, Wu Suowei
immediately pulled himself together and prepared everything. First, he took his medicine,
then set the HD camera on the bedside table, finding the best angle. Finally, he took out
that pair of sexy lingerie panties and instantly hesitated—were these for Chi Cheng to
wear or for himself?

Carefully thinking over the shop owner’s intent—usually the customers were couples
buying from her, otherwise she wouldn’t hand him a pair of women’s panties. That meant
the men’s sexy underwear there were meant for real men, to emphasize masculine charm.
Then it should be him who wears it.

With that thought, Wu Suowei put the panties on.

After putting them on and looking down, his body trembled violently. Holy crap! This
was way too erotic! There wasn’t even a patch to cover shame; the front was just a JJ
mesh pouch—if the JJ fit, fine; if not, the promiscuity showed through. Even worse was
the back—only a single strap wedged between his butt cheeks, leaving both cheeks fully
exposed.

Including the thread ends, the fabric wasn’t even a meter long. Even as a freebie, this was
pretty much ripping him off.

However, one thing pleased Wu Suowei a lot: the size fit him perfectly, proving it was
truly made for him. Leaning on the headboard, eyes scanning the tempting crotch, though
a bit dirty, it did emphasize his manly charm.

Chi Cheng’s footsteps grew louder.

No way! No way! Wu Suowei suddenly changed his mind and hurriedly wrapped a robe
around himself.

Better to keep it low-key first—coming out all provocative like that would make Chi
Cheng think he was desperate.

Chi Cheng came in holding a camera.

Wu Suowei pointed at the bedside table, “I already set up the camera.”

“Each for its own use,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei agreed—when Chi Cheng was all tangled up and confused later, he could
snap some steamy photos, so if Chi Cheng ever did something to betray him, Wu Suowei
could blackmail him later.

Chi Cheng leaned back on the headboard, lit a cigarette, then put it in Wu Suowei’s
mouth, who took two big drags. Smoke spread around their lips, and Chi Cheng smiled
wildly and wantonly.

Chi Cheng’s eyes were full of deep fascination as he stared at Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei flicked away the cigarette butt, then with his still-warm tongue licked Chi
Cheng’s stubbled chin a few times, sliding down slowly, wandering around his firm chest
muscles, heading straight toward the hard nipples.

He took one into his mouth.

Chi Cheng gasped roughly, looking down at Wu Suowei seriously sucking, wanting to
pull out that skillful tongue and bite it hard, and also wanted to slip his rough fingers into
Wu Suowei’s mouth to stir it around.

Wu Suowei buried his face in Chi Cheng’s hair, rubbing. Chi Cheng furrowed his brow,
roughly tugged down Wu Suowei’s robe, revealing half a shoulder—firm, proportionate,
smooth, and sexy.

Wu Suowei gently took Chi Cheng’s manhood into his mouth; the “giant dragon”
instantly swelled violently.

Seeing the panty outline, Chi Cheng’s breathing tightened. He tugged the panties off with
force, his eyes burning like stabbed flames, scorching the obscene scene below.

“Not bad, huh?” Wu Suowei proudly showed off.

Chi Cheng’s fiery heart yelled, I really want to fuck you to death!

Wu Suowei got fired up while teasing Chi Cheng. He himself was itching, pressing Chi
Cheng’s hand down there a few times with no reaction, finally speaking anxiously, “You
do yours too!”

Chi Cheng responded coolly, “I don’t take care of myself.”

“I haven’t neglected you before, have I?” Wu Suowei frowned, dissatisfied. “Why do you
ignore me when it’s your turn?”

Chi Cheng smirked secretly, “When I do it myself, am I that rare?”

Wu Suowei stayed silent with a stiff face.

Chi Cheng propped up an arm, looking at Wu Suowei, “You do it yourself, I’ll watch
here.”

Wu Suowei glanced sideways at Chi Cheng with a hateful look.

“Feeling shy now? The later stuff’s more intense; can you handle that? If not, switch to
me.”

Wu Suowei tore off his robe, revealing the sexy little panties. His hand, under Chi
Cheng’s burning gaze, slid down to the mesh pouch, lightly tugging it. His breathing
immediately became erratic.

“Don’t leave your other hand idle; massage your nipples.” Chi Cheng coached carefully,
“How did I teach you last time? Use the pads of your fingers, a bit firmer. That hand
below goes in, keep your wrist flexible, don’t always use the same moves—thumb
scraping the soft tip above, yes, circles rubbing...”

Wu Suowei’s drug was kicking in; his body grew extremely sensitive, reacting strongly
to Chi Cheng’s verbal stimulation. The more he tried to stay steady, the harder it became;
the more he wanted to stay silent, the more he moaned; the more embarrassed, the more
awkward his moves.

Chi Cheng grabbed the camera, crouched between Wu Suowei’s legs, and started filming.

Wu Suowei was shocked, “What are you doing?”

He tried to block the lens but was held down by Chi Cheng.

“Isn’t this your camera?”

“Don’t film this part,” Wu Suowei pleaded.

But the “drug addict” was not about to miss this chance. With force, he spread Wu
Suowei’s legs, filming in fine detail, thoroughly enjoying it.

The drug’s effect grew stronger; heat between the legs became unbearable. Wu Suowei
couldn’t hold it and started moving his hand up and down.

Chi Cheng shifted the camera to a close-up of Wu Suowei’s face, capturing his
expression. Wu Suowei breathed heavily, moaned softly, his dazed eyes meeting Chi
Cheng’s pupils, making Chi Cheng’s steady hand tremble.

“Ah—!”

Wu Suowei’s neck jerked back; his hand squeezed out thick white fluids, spurting wave
after wave onto his abdomen.

Chi Cheng spoke again, “Use your hand to rub some on your J-spot, reach into the back
hole.”

Though deep in lust, Wu Suowei retained some analysis, and objected, “Why? I won’t
need that later...”

“No reason, just to get you more excited.”

Wu Suowei, a novice who started halfway, couldn’t outsmart Chi Cheng, an old hand in
bed.
He stretched his finger out and realized something was off, but the drug was too strong.
He let his finger slide inside again. The pink tender flesh rolled out, repeatedly scratched
by the thin strap, filthy and indecent.

Chi Cheng’s breath almost set his lips on fire. He couldn’t hold back anymore.

He put down the camera, flipped Wu Suowei over, pinned his elbow tightly to the back,
forcing his hips high. Both hands grabbed the strap wedged between his butt cheeks,
roughly squeezing the sensitive groin.

Wu Suowei’s butt cheeks instinctively tightened and clamped, his butt twitching like an
electric shock.

“I’m going to fuck you, fuck you!” Wu Suowei grabbed the sheets and screamed.

Chi Cheng’s nerves flared, grabbing the belt with a loud crack, slapping the thickest part
of flesh. His belt strikes were quite precise, the sound crisp, pain sharp, yet leaving no
marks.

Just as expected, a dull cry came from the sheets.

Chi Cheng really wanted to keep spanking, making Wu Suowei cry and scream, begging
for mercy. But seeing Wu Suowei rubbing his butt cheeks, he softened and threw away
the belt.

“I’m gonna fuck you… fuck you…” Wu Suowei kept moaning.

Chi Cheng switched to powerful palm slaps, splitting Wu Suowei’s cheeks, slapping
around the cleft and the tender inner thigh.

Wu Suowei screamed out, twisted his neck, struggled wildly, and cursed nonstop.

“Chi Cheng, you beast, you lied to me!”

Chi Cheng twisted his thigh hard, asking, “What lie did I tell?”

Wu Suowei grimaced in pain, “You said I’d do the physical work later.”

“I never stopped you!” The beast smiled, “You can choose the missionary position to do
it yourself.”

After saying that, he continued ravaging around Wu Suowei’s butt cleft.

The drug was at its peak; Chi Cheng’s force was so strong, Wu Suowei was both in pain
and in ecstasy. He wanted to fuck Chi Cheng, but his trembling hands couldn’t even pull
off the panties; his cock was trapped in the mesh.
Only one strap in the back. Chi Cheng lightly hooked it with a finger; the obstacle was
gone, and he forcibly entered.

Wu Suowei sat astride Chi Cheng’s hips, back facing him. Chi Cheng thrust from below,
holding the camera filming the filthy scene between them.

Wu Suowei endured the pleasure, desperately trying to block the camera.

“Stop filming… stop filming…”

Chi Cheng said deeply, “You move yourself, I won’t film.”

Wu Suowei just started moving, and Chi Cheng raised the camera again. Wu Suowei kept
pleading; Chi Cheng said he wouldn’t film but always raised it again when Wu Suowei
was lost in passion.

Later, the drug’s effect was fully unleashed; Wu Suowei’s mind was completely gone.

Chi Cheng flipped him over to face the camera, his chest flushed red, nipples trembling,
lips wide open, letting out lascivious moans.

“Baby, look at the camera.” Chi Cheng murmured, “Did you enjoy my spanking?”

Wu Suowei muffled an indistinct sound of pleasure.

Chi Cheng asked again, “Where?”

Wu Suowei wildly swallowed air, sweat beads rolling down his throat, his wicked gaze
entwining Chi Cheng’s fierce nerves.

Chi Cheng lifted Wu Suowei’s hips, fiercely thrusting, making Wu Suowei’s stiff cock
swing wildly, spurting transparent fluid repeatedly.

Again, “Where?”

Wu Suowei twisted his face and loudly moaned, “…ass…ass…ass feels good…”

The shop owner really was honest; the pill was genuine. For the first time, Wu Suowei’s
and Chi Cheng’s rhythms perfectly matched, fucking all night long. The muscles in Wu
Suowei’s face moved so much that when they stopped, his whole face was numb, unable
to express any emotion.

At this point, Chi Cheng picked up the camera again and softly called, “Weiwei, open
your eyes.”
Wu Suowei struggled to open his eyelids. His droopy eyes and limp body were perfect
for the camera’s frame. Chi Cheng put his finger in Wu Suowei’s mouth; eyes half-open,
he took a few more shots before finally stopping.

Afterwards, they locked up the camera and video recorder. Chi Cheng rummaged through
the drawer, found the drugs Wu Suowei had hidden, and with a complicated look, threw
them straight into the trash.

CHAPTER 128
The next afternoon, Wu Suowei dragged his body, suffering severe side effects from
medication overdose, into the company.

The secretary was tidying files in Wu Suowei’s office. Seeing him come in, she casually
asked,

“Mr. Wu, did you finish that major task?”

Wu Suowei gave her a faint glance, his mouth feeling as if it was full of sand, voice
hoarse and worn-out.

“During work hours, don’t talk about things unrelated to work,”

The secretary pouted and fell silent.

Wu Suowei struggled to find a soft spot to sit. Just walking those few steps nearly killed
him—his buttocks and inner thighs were bruised purple and red from the spanking.
Walking inevitably caused squeezing and friction; he wished he could hold his cheeks
apart with both hands and walk with legs spread wide. But feeling that sore in such a
place, he dared not show it and silently endured.

All that torment for one night! Spent lots of money, suffered a lot of pain, yet someone
else got a huge bargain!

The more he thought, the more upset he felt.

His emotional wounds had yet to heal, and worse stimulation came right after work
hours. As soon as the clock struck, Jiang Xiaoshuai’s car was stuck at the company
entrance. Wu Suowei had nowhere to hide.

Jiang Xiaoshuai rolled down his window and whistled towards the lobby.
“Hey, Manager Wu, why haven’t you shown up all day?” Wu Suowei bit his teeth
silently, set several alarms on his phone, forced himself to stand, walking with light steps.
One hand held the car window, the other pressed against his lower back. He looked cool,
but actually was barely standing.

“In the morning, I attended a brand cooperation meeting; a few companies want to sign
contracts with us. Had lunch with several bosses. In the afternoon, the leaders
congratulated the progress. I was busy receiving guests. Just came back and haven’t
caught my breath yet. Another batch of goods arrived and need to be checked personally.
The work here isn’t finished yet; the other day at the Huidong Building—”

His phone alarm rang.

Wu Suowei pretended to be annoyed and pulled out his phone from his pocket, “Look,
another call. Hello, Director Zhang? Ah, yes, I told Zheng Long last time, he didn’t
deliver it to you? I’ll get on it right away...”

He feigned going back into the company, pulling someone aside to say some irrelevant
words, then went into the hallway to catch his breath, wiping sweat from his forehead,
then walked out with renewed vigor.

Jiang Xiaoshuai said pointedly, “So did you get Chi Cheng to come over or not? I’m still
waiting for good news.”

Wu Suowei shot him a ‘don’t be so annoying’ look, “What do you think?”

“I think it’s unlikely,” Jiang Xiaoshuai was being polite.

Wu Suowei snorted at Jiang Xiaoshuai’s blunt honesty, brightening his big confused eyes
and teasing, “I’m not bragging, but I can handle three Chi Chengs easily. He looks
sturdy, but he’s actually not very resistant.”

“Tossed and turned half the night, couldn’t stand it anymore. Grandpa Wu called and
scolded me...” He covered his face with his hands.

Jiang Xiaoshuai thought: isn’t that bragging?

Just then, Wu Suowei’s phone alarm rang again.

“Hello, Director Wang, the goods arrived? Okay okay, I’ll approve the orders right
now...”

He hurried into the lobby, repeating the same routine, leaving in less than two minutes.
While walking out, he grumbled, Why can’t people be more considerate? Look how busy
I am, just say hi and leave! Why drag things out here?!
“Busy, huh?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei grinned, “You bet! I have to squeeze time just to talk to you.”

“Alright, then I won’t bother you anymore...”

Wu Suowei’s eyes flashed with excitement.

“Send me last night’s video footage,” Jiang Xiaoshuai reached out.

Wu Suowei tensed up, sweat beading on his forehead. Damn, he still remembered?

The last alarm rang, saving Wu Suowei.

“Director Wang, oh, sorry, just chatting with a friend, I’m coming right now...” He gave
Jiang Xiaoshuai a subtle signal and quickly headed toward the underground garage,
wincing with every step.

Soon, Jiang Xiaoshuai’s car caught up behind.

Wu Suowei gritted his teeth, You never stop, huh? But when Jiang Xiaoshuai’s car pulled
alongside, Wu Suowei gave him a bright smile. “I’ll send you the video.”

He said it casually, planning to think of excuses later, hoping Jiang Xiaoshuai wouldn’t
ask.

“Don’t bother sending it, I already have it.”

Wu Suowei stopped in his tracks, closing his eyes but unable to hide the shock on his
face.

“Where did you get it?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “Chi Cheng sent it to me.”

Wu Suowei’s face turned as sour as stinky tofu.

Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled and slammed his hand on the steering wheel.

“Actually, I just wanted to see your reaction to guess what’s in the video.”

“...”

Since Chi Cheng switched jobs, he had become completely free. The only thing to do was
write reports, and a bunch of women, like policewomen, eagerly competed to ghostwrite
for him. Selecting the drafts was even more work than writing them himself.
For a rich kid like Chi Cheng, few would work a 9-to-5 office job. They usually roamed
around leisure spots, building social connections and resources that way. Those who
stayed at the office grinding away were often low-level clerks stuck forever hoping for a
promotion.

But Chi Cheng was an exception.

Even before his transfer, his bad reputation preceded him. Before he arrived, rumors had
spread through departments: extremely bad conduct, corrupt private life, dark and cruel
heart… all sorts of negative words attached to him, creating panic.

A few female civil servants who thought they were decent worried daily—What if he
tries to seduce me? What if he forces me into something? What if I refuse, will he
threaten my family through connections?

So many awaited the legendary “Snake Boss” with nervous anticipation.

They expected him to just hang around officially and keep playing his player game,
imagining his debut as dressed in black, a venomous snake wrapped around his neck,
arrogantly stepping into the finance bureau.

The reality was the exact opposite. Chi Cheng dressed casually, no bodyguards behind
him, no snakes on him, didn’t bare teeth at anyone, didn’t glare at anyone. He radiated
natural imposing masculinity and overwhelming male hormones—just a true old-school
Beijing man, nothing like a perverted thug.

What surprised everyone more was that Chi Cheng’s behavior was even more low-profile
than entry-level clerks.

He showed up on time daily, sat in the office all day, completed tasks on schedule and
quantity—whether he did it or not no one knew. He never whispered or slept during
meetings, just sat upright all the time.

At first, people thought he was just pretending. But after more than a month, every day
was the same. Some called him a genius, but when you opened the office door, he was
just there. Some said he was normal, but looked different—though no one could say
exactly how.

Even those few female civil servants who thought he was a playboy hadn’t gotten
through to him, and they roamed the spots he frequented daily. Wearing low-cut tops and
miniskirts, Chi Cheng would squat to pick up something if passing from the front, bend
down tying his shoes if from behind, and by the time he stood up, Chi Cheng was already
four floors up.

Chi Cheng was indeed lustful, but all his desire had been taken by one person, not leaving
a shred behind.
After taking some sexy photos of Wu Suowei, Chi Cheng became obsessed, like Edison
Chen, filming all the time. He imported the videos into a hard drive at work and edited
them during office hours.

The 2TB external hard drive contains over 1700GB of footage. That’s why Chi Cheng
never leaves the office.

Another meeting notice came. Chi Cheng put on headphones and left.

On the way, he ignored all flirtatious glances and went straight to the conference hall,
picking a quiet corner to sit. He played the MP3 he made—bedside whispers with Wu
Suowei—a perfect boredom-killer during meetings.

One by one, people came in. A careless guy sat beside Chi Cheng.

The leaders started speaking. This guy nodded off, played with his phone, whispered with
others... but Chi Cheng stayed perfectly still, eyes focused on the leader, no fidgeting.

The guy thought, Must be a second-generation official... even this bureaucrat talk can
hold his attention.

Suddenly:

“Ah… so itchy… deeper… fuck me… woo… baby… you’re the horniest… like… I’m
horny… ah ah… Chi Cheng… Chi Cheng…”

Chi Cheng’s eyes showed a faint smile. He loved hearing the two “Chi Cheng” calls at
the end—he’d rewind and listen over and over until his heart melted.

The guy beside him shifted, elbow on the armrest, eyes fixed on the massive bulge
between Chi Cheng’s legs, stunned.

“You… you can get hard listening to that?”

Though shocked, his voice was low—it was a meeting after all.

Chi Cheng, wearing headphones, didn’t hear. The guy poked him and pointed at the bald
leader on stage.

“You get hard just looking at him?”

Chi Cheng didn’t bother explaining, just replied,

“I want to fuck him!”

People wearing headphones have no sense of volume when talking to themselves and
often blurt out loud in quiet places.

Chi Cheng’s voice drowned out the leader’s speech.

Then, the whole conference hall went silent.

CHAPTER 129
Wu Suowei, who had nearly disappeared for a while, had these past two days started
coming in and out of the clinic frequently again.

At first, Jiang Xiaoshuai was quite pleasantly surprised. His apprentice, who hadn’t
shown up for a long time, suddenly came to visit the clinic, which felt warm and intimate.
But the more Wu came, showing up every half hour, and eventually just staying there
without leaving, Jiang Xiaoshuai started to feel annoyed.

“You’re already married, why do you keep running back to your old home for no
reason?”

“Did your company go bankrupt?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei’s face darkened. “What kind of question is that? Our turnover is climbing
steadily, trade volume is doubling, business is booming!”

“Did you quarrel with him?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked again.

Wu Suowei sighed deeply, “You can’t imagine how harmonious we are at home. Not to
mention quarrels, even arguments rarely happen.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai really couldn’t imagine such harmony—first, he thought the two of them
weren’t compatible, especially Chi Cheng, who just standing there was a threat to social
harmony. Wu Suowei looked honest, but he was trouble too.

When these two come together, how could it be harmonious?

Yet Wu Suowei looked completely guilt-free.

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked again, “If you’re so harmonious, why do you keep coming to me?”

Wu Suowei sighed faintly, “Because we’re too close, I have to avoid him sometimes.”
Jiang Xiaoshuai cleared his throat, “Look, you two are official, legal partners now, no
need to sneak around. This is the first time I hear lovers needing to avoid each other
because they’re too lovey-dovey. What, are you afraid you’ll fall too deep? But judging
by how carefree you are, doesn’t seem like you could get trapped.”

“You don’t understand.” Wu Suowei said bitterly, “We’re both guys.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai rolled his eyes, “What were you thinking when you were together? Now
you’re only worried about gender? Just stirring trouble.”

Wu Suowei knew Jiang Xiaoshuai misunderstood and explained, “The ‘same-sex’ issue I
mean isn’t what you think. I mean we’re both males; when I get aroused, he does too,
neither can hold back, and then…”

Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed, “Isn’t that great? When you’re in the mood, so is he. That’s
what makes life exciting!”

“Too much excitement is a disaster.” Wu Suowei grimaced in unbearable pain, “When

we meet, we’re like two randy male dogs, all we think about is that stuff. Especially
him—he’s always horny, can’t wait to come over after work, only calms down when
work starts again. Weekends are hell—clingy from morning till night, like superglue
‘brothers forever,’ not even a knife can split us apart.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed so hard he cramped, only stopping when Wu Suowei’s sharp
glare forced him to.

“Don’t you just reject him? Sex life needs cooperation—if one is too impulsive, the other
has to mediate. You’re his other half, that’s your responsibility!”

Wu Suowei looked ashamed, “If only I could mediate, but I never do. I actually
encourage him.” Then he smacked his forehead with his fist.

Jiang Xiaoshuai stifled a laugh and said, “I don’t see Chi Cheng as that kind of guy! I
believe he’s got a strong sex drive, but that he’d stick to you 24/7? I’m skeptical. Not that
I look down on you, but Chi Cheng’s not that type.”

“Whether the shoe fits, you only know by trying!” Wu Suowei was emotional, “I used to
think he wasn’t that type, and he was normal at first. But in the last half month, he’s like
someone gone crazy, always wanting to do it. And not just do it—we have to film it too!”

Talking about this made Wu Suowei excited.

“You have no idea, our bedroom now looks like a studio. The walls all have background
images. Before, it was just a big bed, now there’s a cradle, a dungeon, even cages. If
someone comes over, they’d think two lunatics live here! He even had me install an LSD
display screen on the ceiling. Lying in bed, it plays our videos—I don’t even know where
to hide.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai listened enthusiastically, “Sounds like you two have quite the fun life!”

Wu Suowei rolled his eyes, “A couple times is fun, but if it’s every day, that’s damn
madness!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai poked Wu Suowei’s forehead, “I can tell, you’re here showing off.”

“Showing off that an old guy like me has thousands of sexy photos taken?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed loudly and patted Wu Suowei’s shoulder, “Keep it up! The best
way to lock down a man is to never let him get satisfied.”

Wu Suowei twisted his mouth, “I want to feed him full, he has to be full too!!”

As they talked, Wu Suowei’s phone rang.

“Surely it’s from him again.”

Wu Suowei checked the message and his face changed slightly. He deliberately hid the
screen, afraid Jiang Xiaoshuai would see. After replying, he quickly pocketed the phone,
acting like he was sneaking around.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was curious, “If he watches you so closely, why do you keep coming
here all the time?”

Wu Suowei said, “I don’t know why there’s a bottle of sleeping pills in the drawer by the
bedside. When I’m free, I crush a few pills and put them in his food.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said slowly, “I suspect that’s how his brain got messed up.”

Wu Suowei’s face tightened, “Really?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai stepped hard on his foot, “Would you do that? Did you put drugs in his
food today?”

“No, not today.”

“Why not today?”

Wu Suowei said, “I know a female colleague at their office. I had her coax the boss to
arrange a dinner, so Chi Cheng could get to know his coworkers better. The boss finally
agreed, Chi Cheng can’t not go, right?”
Jiang Xiaoshuai hadn’t expected that Chi Cheng—who was once forcibly taken out of his
usual playboy haunts by Wu Suowei—would now be pushed out by his girlfriend, all
because of his intense… strength.

At quitting time, a crowd gathered outside Chi Cheng’s office, mostly women,
whispering and nudging each other, planning to send a representative to tell Chi Cheng
about the dinner.

Everyone wanted to go, but they were cautious, worried their personal charm wouldn’t
convince Chi Cheng, which would be embarrassing and mean losing a rare chance to get
close.

“You go, Zhang Ran, Chi Cheng has only spoken to you.”

Zhang Ran wasn’t popular. She had a small background, was quite pretty, and shouted
orders around the office all day. Many men chased her, and though she didn’t accept or
reject, she kept them dangling, earning lots of bad talk behind her back.

But now, no one disliked her—all wanted her to go in. If Chi Cheng said yes, great. If he
refused, that would be satisfying too, so they egged her on.

“Zhang Ran, you’re the prettiest here and have the sweetest mouth.”

“Yeah, I even saw Chi Cheng secretly looking at you the other day.”

“When you speak, which man would say no? Go in, go in.”

“......”

Zhang Ran felt very superior, yet pretended shy, placing her palm over her chest and
asking herself repeatedly, “Can I really do this? I have no confidence, I…”

Bang!

She was pushed inside.

Zhang Ran almost fell, whining teasingly, pretending she wasn’t coming voluntarily.

Chi Cheng didn’t even lift an eyelid, just asked, “What is it?”

Zhang Ran bit her lip, sweet voice slowly coming out, “Chi Cheng, the boss arranged a
dinner. Let’s eat together tonight. Although we’re familiar, many haven’t spoken to you
yet. Take this chance to let everyone get to know you.”

“No.”
No room for discussion, not even a crack.

Zhang Ran was a little embarrassed, pleaded again, “Don’t be like this. This dinner is just
so you get familiar with everyone. If you don’t go, what’s the point?”

“Then none of you go.”

He said and walked away with his bag.

As soon as Chi Cheng got in the car, Gangzi asked, “Where to?”

“Clinic.” Chi Cheng said.

Gangzi was puzzled, “Wasn’t there a dinner tonight?”

Wu Suowei always made a big fuss, wanting the whole world to know he was pushing
his lover into a harem.

Chi Cheng said nothing, put on his headphones, listening to Wu Suowei’s moaning and
texting him—what good could be said?

That was why Wu Suowei was hiding his phone from Jiang Xiaoshuai.

Chi Cheng’s way of dealing with Wu Suowei was much smarter. He never forced Wu to
text, instead gave him a package of 5000 texts. Knowing Wu Suowei’s stingy nature, he
made sure to use them all no matter what.

Gangzi could tell from Chi Cheng’s expression that he was flirting with someone.

He was tired of Chi Cheng’s playboy past and found his current devotion to Wu Suowei
fresh and exciting. Now that he saw Chi Cheng cheating, he became very interested.

“Who are you texting?”

After a moment, “Dabao” appeared on the screen.

Gangzi, a very tolerant guy, couldn’t take it. You two clingy lovebirds all day is one
thing, but flirting with the same person? Don’t you even need a breath? You’re so close,
aren’t you afraid you’ll burn yourselves out?

Of course, Gangzi couldn’t say this bluntly. He only subtly expressed his concerns: “Bro,
I know you’ve been a player for years, finally found true love, and you’re overjoyed. But
keep it in check, don’t overdo it! If you burn out now, it’ll take years to recover!”

Chi Cheng said one sentence that shut Gangzi up completely:

“You haven’t slept with him, you have no say.”

CHAPTER 130
By six in the evening, it was already fully dark. Jiang Xiaoshuai glanced outside and
muttered, “Chi Cheng should be off work by now, right?”

Wu Suowei said, “He gets off work exactly at five.”

“Then he’s probably at the hotel already. Chi Cheng has quite a few female coworkers,
right? So many beauties gathered around their male god, and you, the owner of this male
god—what are you thinking right now?”

He rolled up a paper scroll and handed it to Wu Suowei’s lips.

Wu Suowei solemnly said, “I’m grateful to them for helping me share the pressure.”

“What if it’s not just pressure, but stamina as well?”

Wu Suowei swallowed hard, his face turning a little green.

“That’d be even better, couldn’t ask for more!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed, then retracted the scroll and patted Wu Suowei’s shoulder.
“You watch the place for me. I’ll go get some food, come back and eat with you before
leaving.” With that, he put on a coat and left.

Wu Suowei was alone in the clinic. Outside was a busy street with cars passing by
continuously, bustling as ever, but inside, his heart felt empty. If Jiang Xiaoshuai hadn’t
mentioned it, it might have been okay, but now that he did, Wu Suowei kind of regretted
it.

He picked up his phone. For over half an hour, no unread messages had come through.

Chi Cheng should have gone into the private room by now. Surely many female
coworkers were cozying up to him, asking, “Got a girlfriend yet?” If Chi Cheng said no,
they’d say, “Who are you kidding? We don’t believe you. Drink up!” If he said yes,
they’d say, “That really hurts us. Finish this shot!”

Several drinks down, starving after so many days, surrounded by meat—how could he
possibly resist?

Thinking this, Wu Suowei sent a message to one of Chi Cheng’s female colleagues:
“If Chi Cheng drinks too much and acts out of line, you beat him up!”

Lost in thought, he made a terrible mistake—he sent the message to the very person he
was warning about. By the time he realized, the message had already been sent. At that
moment, he wished he could rush out and cut the cables to stop the message from
sending.

Unfortunately, Chi Cheng received it just one second later.

“If Chi Cheng drinks too much and acts out of line, you beat him up!”

“......”

At this moment, Gangzi was already braking the car. Chi Cheng pocketed his phone and
casually entered the clinic. Wu Suowei, anxious and restless, suddenly saw Chi Cheng’s
figure in his sight. He couldn’t tell if it was fear or joy, but his heart raced fast and yet felt
inexplicably calm.

“Did you see the message I just sent?” Wu Suowei asked.

Chi Cheng replied, “What message?” pretending to pull his phone out of his pocket.

“Don’t look, it’s nothing.”

Wu Suowei quickly grabbed Chi Cheng’s hand out of his pocket and held it tight without
letting go, asking, “Why are you here?”

Chi Cheng held Wu Suowei’s hand back. He had just gotten out of the car, and his big
hand was warm.

“I came to pick you up and take you home.”

Chi Cheng’s tone was flat, but Wu Suowei’s heart stirred with waves. For a moment, it
seemed like there really was a vague, blurry home—a bit risqué, a bit perverted, but it
was their little sanctuary for two crazy people.

Thinking this, the smile on his face couldn’t be contained.

There are special beings in this world—plotting against others, yet when their plan fails,
they secretly laugh to themselves. Isn’t that just being full and bored?

Chi Cheng felt Wu Suowei’s hand was a little cold.

A considerate man would say, “Come, I’ll warm it for you.”

A badass man would say, “Let’s go outside to warm up.”

At the end of December, Beijing’s weather was already very cold. The basketball hoop
had a thin layer of frost on it.

Wu Suowei hadn’t played basketball here for a long time. Now he went to a proper gym
with a coach guiding him, and his muscles were becoming more defined and beautiful.

But running around this open and simple basketball court made Wu Suowei feel
exceptionally refreshed. His blood was pumping hot, as if he’d found the initial passion
and drive again.

Though he wore many layers, he was not clumsy at all. Dodging left and right under Chi
Cheng’s tight defense, he was agile and skillful. With a swift turn, before he even
jumped, two big hands grabbed his waist.

A year ago, Chi Cheng had also taken advantage like this. Back then, Wu Suowei only
felt angry, a flame flickering inside him. Now, the flame flared again, but it had turned
into another kind of fire—a ghost fire that could arouse dogs.

Wu Suowei gasped twice and grabbed Chi Cheng’s wrist. “I still want to play a bit
longer.”

Chi Cheng didn’t force him. It was rare to see him so lively, so he let this little male dog
enjoy himself.

After a year of training, Wu Suowei’s dunks had become smooth and light, flowing
seamlessly. He grabbed the rim tightly, showing off his arm strength.

Counting silently, 1, 2, 3, 4...

At 9, his waist suddenly shook, and he lost balance. His hands slipped off the rim. Chi
Cheng immediately caught his big ass on his shoulders, wrapping his arms tightly around
Wu Suowei’s waist, and one arm around his leg, striding confidently toward the car.

Wu Suowei didn’t dare struggle for fear of falling but didn’t want to be carried like that
either, so he swung one leg over Chi Cheng’s head, straddling his neck.

If Gangzi had been there, he would have said: “You’re lawless, daring to ride on Chi
Cheng’s neck!”

Wu Suowei dared not only to ride but also to tease.

His fingers scratched twice at Chi Cheng’s Adam’s apple, making Chi Cheng’s heart
burn. He said with a ticklish tone, “When I was little, my dad carried me like this to the
overpass to watch the man selling ‘power pills.’ Do you know what power pills are?”

Chi Cheng knew his neck was pressed by two big meatballs.
Wu Suowei rambled on, “That guy selling power pills wore a leather vest and lantern
pants, showing off his muscles. I still remember his pitch: ‘Look here, why are my arms
so thick? So powerful? That’s because I eat ancestral power pills. See, power pills, one
pack, one string, one copper coin. Eat them daily, monthly, yearly, and you’ll be just like
me…’ I forgot the last line.”

Chi Cheng interrupted, “I know.”

Wu Suowei was surprised, “You know? You heard it too? What’s the last line?”

“Grow two heavy meatballs.”

Wu Suowei was stunned, then suddenly punched Chi Cheng’s neck twice, “Damn it, why
do you keep pulling that line on me?”

Chi Cheng took a roundabout route. Wu Suowei was so caught up in his story he didn’t
notice. Stroking Chi Cheng’s cheek, feeling the hard stubble, he suddenly thought of his
late father.

“I miss my dad,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng said, “It’s okay, you have your godfather.”

Wu Suowei took a while to react, “Damn, who calls whom son? You’re the jealous older
brother, not my son. If you’re not my son, who is?”

Wu Suowei poked the back of Chi Cheng’s neck hard with his knuckles, angrily,
“Believe it or not, I’ll poke a hole in your neck with this thing.”

“No need.” Chi Cheng spoke in a low voice, “Those two big balls of yours, one poke
makes a hole each.”

Wu Suowei howled loudly, then Chi Cheng shoved him into the car.

Jiang Xiaoshuai stood not far away, watching his apprentice happily jump into the car,
that energy almost rivaling the little Pekingese from the East neighborhood.

Damn, you said you weren’t here to show off?

He ground his teeth silently, stomped into the door, leaving dinner on the table, “I’ll eat
alone!”

When Jiang Xiaoshuai got upset, he ate very well. He never told Wu Suowei that he once
weighed over 200 jin (about 220 lbs), a heavier chapter than Wu Suowei’s ‘glory days.’
Just as he was wolfing down food, he suddenly noticed someone sitting opposite him and
almost choked.

Damn, where did you come from, ghost? Walk quietly, will you?

Guo Chengyu’s eyes really looked like a demon possessed him.

“Why are you treating me like this?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked carelessly, “What attitude?”

“Cold.”

“I’ve always been like this.”

Guo Chengyu easily broke a chopstick with two fingers, saying, “I was cold before too,
but it’s different from now. You know exactly how.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai snorted coldly, “If you say that, can’t you figure out my little thoughts?”

“Honestly, I can’t. Please enlighten me, Dr. Jiang.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai replied bluntly, “No time.”

He reached for his chopsticks to grab some food, but Guo Chengyu forcibly twisted his
wrist. His eyes flashed cold light and his tone suddenly turned sharp, “You’re upset
because you saw those two being affectionate and you’re taking it out on me, right?”

Guo Chengyu was baffled, “Who did I see being affectionate?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was relentless, “You dare say you didn’t follow his car?”

“I only left the rush hour traffic. I was stuck the whole way. You think I don’t know
which car I was following?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai slammed his chopsticks down, “Stop pretending!”

Guo Chengyu realized there really was a misunderstanding between them, and it seemed
like a big one.
 CHAPTER 131
Peeling back a layer of cynical playfulness, Guo Chengyu for the first time spoke
seriously to Jiang Xiaoshuai.

The faint scent of disinfectant lingered in the clinic room.

After a long silence, Guo Chengyu said, “I didn’t touch you that night.”

“I know.” Jiang Xiaoshuai replied coldly.

“You knew and still gave me the cold shoulder?” Guo Chengyu’s tone shifted. “Or are
you blaming me for not sleeping with you that night?”

That immediately earned him a sharp “Get lost.”

After a while, Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly seemed to think of something and smiled
vaguely.

“Actually, before I went into your room that night, I already knew you wouldn’t do
anything to me. When a person is in a state of desperate despair, they don’t have the
energy for that kind of thing. Of course, you can deny it, just like you deny following his
car.”

Guo Chengyu was a bit lost following Jiang Xiaoshuai’s logic.

“Despair? Why would I be despairing?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t beat around the bush. “That night I rushed into your room to
confront you. You should know clearly that I had sneaked back to the clinic and caught
an unsettling scene, which exposed your scheme. So at that moment, you must have been
very desperate because my accusation meant you were caught in the act of an intimate
encounter.”

Guo Chengyu exhaled smoke with a laugh.

“So that’s how you found out?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai curled his lip. “Do you think I’d die if I didn’t pretend?”

Guo Chengyu was genuinely confused. “What was I pretending?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai sneered. “Do you know? Chi Cheng can’t stand being apart from Wu
Suowei for even an hour. They stick to each other all day and still call and chat when
separated. His online ID is ‘You’re My Beloved Little Loser,’ and he has only one friend
on that list—Wu Suowei.”
This made Guo Chengyu’s face change. He asked, “Is it terminal?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was stunned. “Terminal what?”

Guo Chengyu smiled. “When someone is about to die, their words are gentle. Without a
terminal illness, how could he act so human?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “Sorry to disappoint you. He’s fine. No problems.”

“Are you trying to express your jealousy to me?” Guo Chengyu asked.

Jiang Xiaoshuai retorted mercilessly, “Can your face get any thicker? Don’t push your
own feelings onto others. I’ve said it this clearly—just admit it!”

Guo Chengyu was dumbfounded, unsure what he was supposed to admit. Seeing Jiang
Xiaoshuai flustered like that, he felt uneasy and placed a hand on his forehead. It felt
warm, not like a fever!

“Are you possessed?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face turned cold. He waved his hand dismissively. “Go away. I don’t
want to talk to you.”

Guo Chengyu connected all Jiang Xiaoshuai’s words with his cunning mind, thought for
a moment, and suddenly a terrifying idea exploded in his head, almost singeing his hair.

“You don’t think… I like Chi Cheng, do you?”

At this, Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes finally lit up.

“You finally admitted it.”

Guo Chengyu didn’t know what to say, pulled the cigarette from behind his ear, placed it
in his mouth, and took a couple of hard drags to calm down.

Jiang Xiaoshuai continued talking to himself, “But I think your chances are slim. Chi
Cheng is obsessed with Da Wei. No matter how long you marinate as old pickled
cabbage, you can’t compare to a sumptuous gourmet dish.”

Guo Chengyu said nothing, staying silent.

Jiang Xiaoshuai went on, “Better cut your losses early. You two are incompatible and can
never be together.”

Guo Chengyu’s cigarette was now only a stub.

Jiang Xiaoshuai kept talking endlessly, “Looks like you’re a brokenhearted man too. If
you come to the clinic again, I’ll treat you to good wine and food.”

“I won’t bother you anymore,” Guo Chengyu suddenly said.

Jiang Xiaoshuai squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth, “Well, thanks then.”

Guo Chengyu added, “You should spend more effort taking care of yourself.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was speechless.

Guo Chengyu finally gave a perfect explanation for Jiang Xiaoshuai’s wild suspicions.

“So let me ask you—when you saw those two ‘performing’ live, why did you get so
worked up and storm over to confront me? When you just saw them being affectionate,
why did you turn around angrily and go back inside? When Wu Suowei was bitten by a
venomous snake, why did you rush forward desperately? When Wu Suowei schemed to
trick Chi Cheng, why did you help behind the scenes without asking for anything? By
your logic, shouldn’t I ask you, do you like Wu Suowei too?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai flew into a rage. “Stop bullshitting me!”

Guo Chengyu continued, “I’ll tell you why I didn’t sleep with you that night. Because I
drugged you. You kept calling someone else’s name. I felt sorry for you and couldn’t go
through with it.”

“Get lost! Get as far away as you can!”

Guo Chengyu sneered coldly. “Before I leave, one last thing: tell your apprentice if he
doesn’t want big trouble, he should quickly admit to Chi Cheng that he’s Yue Yue’s ex-
boyfriend.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes were stunned. Guo Chengyu was already at the door when he
shouted again:

“Wait! You damn well come back here!”

After going home, Wu Suowei kept trying to get to the phone in Chi Cheng’s pocket,
hoping to delete that dumb message he’d sent before, but never found a chance. Every
time he reached out, Chi Cheng grabbed his hand.

Chi Cheng pulled Wu Suowei’s hand over and forcibly trimmed his nails.

Wu Suowei complained, “I just grew a little edge, and you cut it off again! Why so bare?
Even my secretary laughs at me, saying I’m bald everywhere.”
“Don’t move.” Chi Cheng said sternly. “Who are you trying to show off your nails to?”

Wu Suowei didn’t understand why keeping a nail was “showing off.”

“That little jerk at the club hitting on you has long, sharp nails. You like him anyway.”

“You compare me to him?” Chi Cheng glared fiercely. “If you put yourself in the same
category, I’ll beat you up right now, no matter how long your nails are!”

Wu Suowei shut up with a gloomy face.

The real reason Chi Cheng forced Wu Suowei to cut his nails was because he saw a
female employee at Wu Suowei’s company asking him to help pry something open, and
Wu Suowei enthusiastically helped using his nails. So Chi Cheng concluded, any extra
bits on Wu Suowei’s body had to be removed.

When Chi Cheng held both Wu Suowei’s hands, Wu Suowei sneakily stretched one hand
under the sheets toward Chi Cheng’s pocket.

“Hand over that one too.”

But both hands were grabbed and taken away for trimming!

Afterwards, Wu Suowei asked, “Are you hot? If so, take off your jacket.”

Chi Cheng leaned against the headboard and gestured with his eyes for Wu Suowei to
take it off for him.

Wu Suowei eagerly reached out.

As soon as he unzipped, Chi Cheng pressed him back against his chest and mischievously
zipped it back up, “trapping” Wu Suowei inside the clothes, not letting him out.

Told you not to wander outside. Always running wild for no reason!

Wu Suowei struggled a bit, then stopped, his face pressed to Chi Cheng’s chest. Chi
Cheng wore a cotton shirt with a faint scent of detergent mixed with his unique smell—
very comforting.

When Chi Cheng unzipped again, the clothes inside were wet in a patch.

He urgently pinned Wu Suowei beneath him and started claiming his due. He used to be
able to hold back, but now completely couldn’t. Wu Suowei silently eroded his
endurance.
He’d never gone so crazy for anyone before; just smelling him could excite him beyond
control.

Wu Suowei was the same. He even suspected he was drugged. Chi Cheng’s “training”
had reached an extreme level. Sometimes, just playing with his nipples would make him
climax.

After one round, Wu Suowei leaned on the headboard with a dazed look.

“Have you seen the film ‘In the Realm of the Senses’?”

Chi Cheng had, but said nothing.

Wu Suowei went on, “It’s a banned film where the two lovers endlessly pursue sex. They
even starve themselves to have sex, but the more they try, the harder it is to satisfy. Until
one day, they reach the extreme: the woman strangles the man and cuts off his genitals
for the last moment of pleasure.”

Chi Cheng said, “Don’t worry. That kind of thing won’t happen to us.”

“Why?” Wu Suowei asked.

“Because you can’t cut me.”

Wu Suowei was speechless.

After a pause, Wu Suowei said again, “What I want to emphasize isn’t the ending, but the
process. Did you notice one detail? They starved themselves for sex.”

Chi Cheng didn’t react at all.

Wu Suowei stressed again, “Starved themselves for sex, no food, no drink!”

Fifteen minutes later, Chi Cheng ordered some late-night food from a nearby fast food
place and brought it to Wu Suowei’s bedside. Wu Suowei, feeling no more emotions,
sprawled on the bed, eating wildly. Later he noticed Chi Cheng was watching him and
felt a bit embarrassed.

“Hey, I read an article about the ten worst things you can do in bed. One of them is eating
in bed. Even if you weigh only a hundred pounds, it makes your partner think you’re a
foodie. Do you think that now?”

Chi Cheng replied lightly, “It’s a nice break from being too hot all the time.”

Wu Suowei choked a bit. So he really feels annoyed by me, huh?

Pretending not to care on the surface, he ate and then turned his back to Chi Cheng,
quietly sliding off the bed.

Chi Cheng thought some of Wu Suowei’s little involuntary actions especially touched
him.

Before sleeping, Chi Cheng suddenly said, “You haven’t put snacks in my pocket for a
long time.”

Wu Suowei said, “Check your pockets.”

Chi Cheng felt inside and really found two pieces of dried tofu. Of course, he knew Wu
Suowei put them there to try to steal his phone but didn’t expose him, instead teasing:

“You thief, you didn’t do it for nothing.”

Wu Suowei took Chi Cheng’s phone, flipped through the message history, and saw Chi
Cheng had already read the messages.

“You’re a cop for nothing either.”

After saying that, he shut up and played dead.

After a long time, Chi Cheng spoke.

“I know you don’t feel secure.”

Wu Suowei’s heart suddenly tightened. Chi Cheng’s words hit the mark—he really
lacked a sense of security. Every day he enjoyed this kind of care and love, but in his
mind, he was always thinking about when he might lose it.

He dared not easily indulge in love, so he constantly reminded himself to stay clear-
headed.

“You don’t need to be afraid,” Chi Cheng added, “I really have feelings for you.”

Maybe Wu Suowei still couldn’t clearly gauge how much sincerity was in Chi Cheng’s “I
have feelings for you.”

CHAPTER 132
Since Chi Cheng said those words, Wu Suowei stopped overthinking and sincerely dated
Chi Cheng. Although his attitude wasn’t as clingy and desperate as when he chased after
Yue Yue before, compared to a few days ago, Wu Suowei was truly “closer” to Chi
Cheng now.

Chi Cheng had a relatively light workload, so he often drove Wu Suowei to work. Since
the company was quite far from home, during rush hour it could take more than half an
hour in traffic. Wu Suowei was sleep-deprived, so Chi Cheng would wake up early to
drive him to the company so he could nap on the way, then Chi Cheng would drive
himself to his own office.

Once a week, Wu Suowei would also drive Chi Cheng to and from work—not because
that day was easy, but because Wu Suowei’s big-man pride flared up and he insisted on
going through the motions.

They rarely talked about work together but secretly always worried about each other.

Chi Cheng was very dedicated to Wu Suowei’s company, managing everything big and
small—almost like a vice president. Sometimes his influence was even greater than the
actual president. Wu Suowei was no less supportive—he made friends with many of Chi
Cheng’s colleagues, and because of Wu Suowei, Chi Cheng’s relationships with those
people improved and his popularity at work grew.

Today was another “big-man pride” day for Wu Suowei. Early in the morning, yawning,
he dragged himself up and insisted on driving Chi Cheng to work. Chi Cheng had to
work overtime, so after work, he stood outside the office building for more than an hour
waiting for Wu Suowei, who hadn’t arrived yet. If Chi Cheng took a taxi to find Wu
Suowei himself, Wu Suowei would probably ignore him for three days.

So Chi Cheng could only wait.

By 7 p.m., many office lights had gone out, and Wu Suowei finally hurried over.

Chi Cheng’s colleague, Xiao Pan, happened to be leaving the building and saw Wu
Suowei’s car parked outside. He couldn’t help teasing Chi Cheng.

“Wu Big-Eyes is picking you up again?”

“What do you care what I call him?” Chi Cheng asked.

“Wu Big-Eyes! Look at those big, black, shiny eyes of his. The other day I was drinking
with Tongzi and mentioned this. Tongzi said Wu Big-Eyes’ face is like a map of China—
his two eyeballs cover 8 million square kilometers, and the other five features cover 1.6
million. Hahaha…”

Chi Cheng just stared at him quietly, said nothing, and walked toward Wu Suowei’s car.
Inside the car, it was noisy and lively. Chi Cheng knew Wu Suowei must have learned
some new tricks for feeding birds again. Whenever they went on inspection tours, Wu
Suowei’s habit was always to pull nests apart—a quirk that had spread around the
company.

“Don’t always feed them those wild seeds,” Chi Cheng said. “If you get their mouths
spoiled, they won’t eat other feed.”

Wu Suowei ignored him and kept stuffing tasty bits into the little vinegar packet’s mouth.
If there was no tasty food, he would have Chi Cheng feed them. The poor bird treated Wu
Suowei like his brother and was even less close to his godfather.

Passing one restaurant after another, Wu Suowei slowed the car down, thinking about
what to eat tonight.

“Oh right, we haven’t eaten chive pockets for a long time,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng immediately vetoed. “Don’t you remember last week when you ate that once
and threw up all night? Nowadays chives are all sprayed with pesticides, and to clean
them thoroughly you have to soak them for at least half an hour. Which chef at a
restaurant has that patience?”

Wu Suowei said, “I remember, but I still want to eat them.”

“Eat at Miao Xiang,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei said, “They don’t have the smell of chives.”

“Either eat at Miao Xiang or don’t eat at all,” Chi Cheng said bluntly.

Wu Suowei ignored him and suddenly braked, stopping in front of a restaurant.

He was about to get out when Chi Cheng grabbed him.

“I really can’t control you anymore, huh?” Chi Cheng’s tone turned cold.

When Wu Suowei met Chi Cheng’s gaze, most of his anger retreated. Normally, anyone
seeing Chi Cheng’s look would have already grabbed a Miao Xiang pie and cried quietly
somewhere. Wu Suowei still had some backbone and dared to negotiate.

“I’ll buy a bundle of chives and make it myself. I’ll soak them for more than an hour—I
don’t believe they won’t get clean.”

Chi Cheng’s face darkened. “You really want to eat that?”

Wu Suowei nodded.
“Even if it makes you throw up, you want to eat that one bite?”

Wu Suowei nodded again.

Chi Cheng gave up. Wu Suowei’s stubbornness wasn’t new. When he set his mind to
something, he wouldn’t quit until it was done. Like last time, he wanted meat so badly
that he ate it even if it meant screaming in the bathroom afterwards. Chi Cheng worried:
if Wu Suowei doesn’t sleep once, will he fight to the death?

His tone softened, and he asked, “Do you know how to make chive pockets?”

For once Chi Cheng relaxed, and Wu Suowei had to admit it, though really he only
watched Wu’s mother make them before.

Chi Cheng drove to an organic vegetable farm and bought two bundles of pesticide-free
pure green chives. Even so, they soaked them for a long time after returning.

They officially started working.

Wu Suowei handled the dough; Chi Cheng chopped the filling.

Chi Cheng had used all kinds of knives except a kitchen knife. He held it steady but his
chopping wasn’t great. Wu Suowei glanced over and teased, “Are you stir-frying these
chives or making filling? Can you chop finer?”

Chi Cheng retorted, “Can you knead the dough softer?”

Wu Suowei pretended to know. “The dough has to be firm or the filling will leak.”

He squeezed the dough harder.

Chi Cheng started adding seasonings to the filling. He liked strong flavors. Wu Suowei
ignored the large amount of salt. Then Chi Cheng dripped in a couple of drops of sesame
oil, and the “magnet rooster” began crowing nearby.

“Careful! That bottle costs over forty bucks!”

Chi Cheng said, “If you think it’s expensive, next time we won’t buy minced meat. I’ll
just cut a piece off your butt—fat and oil included.” Saying that, he reached out and
kneaded the thick part hard.

That kneading was a problem—Chi Cheng’s hand got stuck kneading Wu Suowei below,
while Wu Suowei kneaded dough above, and the dough became so hard it could knock
him out.
Wu Suowei had confidence in his dough. He put the filling inside, wrapped it into a small
bun, then rolled it thin with a rolling pin. But when he rolled it, the filling all burst out,
splattering onto his hand.

Damn, what’s going on?

Wu Suowei looked embarrassed, and under Chi Cheng’s mocking gaze, tried to cover
himself.

“No problem, just pretend it’s a pizza.”

The chive pockets were served. Wu Suowei finally bit into one, chewed hard, and nearly
choked on the salt.

“It’s too salty. You put in too much salt.”

Chi Cheng poured a little vinegar into his bowl. “Dip it in vinegar and it won’t be so
salty.”

“Hmm, and a cucumber would help.”

Wu Suowei grabbed a cucumber, taking a bite, then a bite of the pocket, alternating.
After a while, a stray cucumber slice ended up… well, somewhere unexpected, and the
meal lasted three hours.

Before bed, Wu Suowei seriously brushed his teeth in the bathroom. Since being with Chi
Cheng, his habits improved a lot—not because Chi Cheng forced him, but because he
was strict with himself. For example, he read in a magazine that not cleaning the tongue
causes morning bad breath. Since then, he cleaned his tongue very carefully every day,
even gargled with disinfectant after brushing, only going to bed when perfectly clean.

Chi Cheng always thought Wu Suowei’s earnest face when poking around with his
toothbrush was adorable. Wu Suowei said it was good hygiene, but Chi Cheng knew deep
down it was because Wu Suowei feared he wouldn’t kiss him otherwise.

The next day, “Wu Big-Eyes” Xiao Pan was walking and suddenly someone blindfolded
him, then punched him on the left eye through the palm.

His head buzzed, and when he opened his eyes, the attacker had disappeared.

Damn! Who’s so vicious?

Back at work, he checked the mirror and found no bruises around his eye. He breathed a
sigh of relief that it wasn’t serious. But after staring at the computer, his left eye began to
water. At first he thought it was fatigue, so he put in eye drops, but nothing helped. The
tears kept flowing, only from one eye.
Xiao Pan didn’t know his tear duct was damaged. He just went to complain to Tongzi
next door.

“Damn, today’s my unlucky day. Got punched in the eye on the way to work and my
eye’s been watering all day. It’d be better if both eyes watered, but just one is so painful.”

Tongzi, with tears in one eye, looked at him.

“Which eye?”

“Left eye, what about you?”

“Right eye.”

“……”

Since then, no one dared call him “Wu Big-Eyes” anymore. They all respectfully called
him “Manager Wu” when they met.

CHAPTER 133
As the year-end approached, all major enterprises were busy preparing their annual
summaries, and Wu Suowei was no exception. Over the past half year, the company had
developed well, with considerable profits, and his personal stash was also steadily
growing.

Despite this, Wu Suowei discovered many problems.

The main issue was with the products. Although the quality was good and costs low, they
lacked distinctive features. Wu Suowei often inspected goods himself, and found that no
matter how much the sourcing channels changed, the products were all very similar—
boasting performance upgrades that were basically just superficial changes. Sometimes
when clients made requests, due to supply limitations, the company couldn’t provide
products that met the standards, disappointing the clients.

Secondly, there was the brand problem. Wu Suowei had been running around to many
places recently, supplying lots of goods. But when walking on the street, looking at the
various lighting equipment, not a single one bore their company’s label. The
psychological gap was strong. Without an independent brand, a company could never
grow big and strong. So Wu Suowei planned to build a factory and transform the trading
company into a manufacturing company, heading towards actual production—that was
the future trend. He planned to visit the southeast coastal region before the new year to
survey the market, learn experience and technology, and prepare for next year’s
investment and production.

When Chi Cheng heard this, his first reaction was, “I support it, but I have to accompany
you.”

Wu Suowei said, “By the time your company goes on holiday, their factories will have
closed. Who am I going to inspect then?”

“I can take leave and go with you,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei decisively refused. The end of the year was the busiest time for social dinners
and networking, especially in political circles. Building connections and expanding
contacts was very important. Besides, it was the peak gift-giving season—just thinking
about Chi Cheng accompanying him everywhere and missing out on gifts made Wu
Suowei refuse outright!

“I’ll be back in a few days,” Wu Suowei said. “I’ll keep in touch with you all the time.”

Chi Cheng couldn’t resist Wu Suowei’s nagging and agreed.

These days, at night, Wu Suowei would often poke at a tablet in bed. When tired of one
position, he would use Chi Cheng as a cushion and lie on him, still poking.

At first, Chi Cheng thought Wu Suowei was researching something, but later noticed he
was squinting and poking even late at night.

Chi Cheng propped up an arm and watched him, seeing him sometimes frown, sometimes
depressed, sometimes anxious, sometimes ecstatic—his expressions were so rich.

Finally unable to resist, he rubbed Wu Suowei’s forehead with a big hand and asked,
“What’re you doing?”

“Don’t touch!” Wu Suowei quickly grabbed Chi Cheng’s wrist, poked carefully on the
screen, then burst out laughing, “I finally got it!”

Chi Cheng asked, “Got what?”

“A discounted plane ticket!” Wu Suowei looked as if he’d found a treasure. “You know
how hard it is to get discounted tickets at year-end? I fought hard for this 60% off ticket!”

Chi Cheng studied him for a long moment, then just as Wu Suowei was about to confirm
payment, calmly said,

“I already bought it for you.”

Wu Suowei’s hand trembled, almost poking the screen, but he stopped just in time.

Why didn’t you say so earlier?! I’ve been so restless over this ticket, haven’t had a good
night’s sleep! And now you tell me you already bought it?! You’re killing me!

“What class did you buy?”

Chi Cheng answered without hesitation, “First class.”

“I knew it!” Wu Suowei slammed his fist on the bed hard. “Why waste money like that?
It’s just over two hours. What’s the difference?”

Chi Cheng went on, “Round-trip tickets, and you must return on these dates.”

Wu Suowei checked the tickets: the round-trip dates were only five days apart.

“That’s not enough. I have several places to visit,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng said seriously, “I don’t care. You figure out how to get everything done in
these five days. If you can’t, reschedule. This airline charges a rescheduling fee for first
class too, so you handle it yourself.”

Wu Suowei punched Chi Cheng twice in the chest hard. He didn’t hurt him, but he
definitely shattered Chi Cheng’s heart.

“This season, the south is damp and cold, and there’s no heating. Can you stand it?”

“You underestimate me!” Wu Suowei said casually. “It’s not my first winter in the south.
Back when I was a sophomore, me and Yue—”

“Yue what?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei froze for a moment, then suddenly buried his face into Chi Cheng’s shoulder.

“I’m getting more and more unwilling to let you go!”

Originally, Chi Cheng could have pressed for details, but with Wu Suowei hugging him
like that, he forgot everything.

The next day, Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei went shopping together, buying stuff to take on
the trip.

Wu Suowei was already meticulous, wanting to bring toothpicks and ear picks. But Chi
Cheng was even more detailed, buying as they walked, seeing anything useful. They even
hit the pharmacy: cold medicine, preventive medicine, chilblain ointment, allergy meds,
cold remedies, motion sickness pills… Chi Cheng couldn’t slack on taking care of Wu
Suowei. He was going for five days and had a tough battle ahead after coming back.

Passing by an Armani watch boutique in the mall, Wu Suowei stopped to casually look—
and got caught by a particular model.

“Sir, this is a magical couple’s watch. When one adjusts the time, the other’s hands move
too. Very magical! Even if apart by distance, it satisfies your desire to control your
lover.”

It sounded good, but the price was steep for Wu Suowei, who had been struggling nights
just for that cheap ticket—especially since it had to be two watches…

Glancing sideways, the other guy seemed unfazed by the price. So maybe I should just
give it a try?

Wu Suowei started chatting warmly with the salesperson, showing strong interest in the
watches, slowly killing time, waiting for Chi Cheng to speak.

But Chi Cheng had remarkable restraint today—Wu Suowei talked, he listened silently.

Finally, Wu Suowei said to the salesperson, “I’ll think about it.”

With a regretful expression, he turned and walked away slowly, checking the date on his
phone.

“Um… today is Black Friday.”

Implying that even if it wasn’t related to them, it was a holiday and holidays called for
gifts!

Chi Cheng paused, then said, “I’m going to the restroom. Wait here.”

He walked toward the watch boutique.

Wu Suowei secretly cursed in his heart: If you want to give me something, just say it.
Using the bathroom as an excuse is such a cheesy trick!

But Chi Cheng came back empty-handed.

Wu Suowei froze. “You… just came back like that?”

“What else?” Chi Cheng asked.

Ahhhh, he really just went to the bathroom!

Wu Suowei instantly darkened his face and said gruffly, “Let’s go. What are we standing
here for?”

“Aren’t you still wanting to buy a vest?”

“Buy what?!” Wu Suowei threw up his hands impatiently. “Is that necessary? It’s not
freezing! What are we even doing here? Wasting an afternoon buying useless stuff. Is this
fun? Is this worth it? Stop embarrassing yourself. Let’s go!”

Striding toward the elevator, Chi Cheng stayed calm. Even though Wu Suowei looked so
sour, he didn’t care.

When the elevator doors opened, Wu Suowei stopped again.

Suddenly he turned and threw the things he was holding into Chi Cheng’s arms, angrily
yelling, “I’m going to the bathroom!”

“Why didn’t you come with me earlier?” Chi Cheng teased.

Without turning back, Wu Suowei said, “I didn’t want to see your big donkey’s tail!”

Before heading to the watch boutique, Wu Suowei actually went to the bathroom first. He
had been holding it, not feeling it before, but after Chi Cheng’s teasing, he was desperate
to go.

Walking, he cursed silently: Damn, even if I bought a watch, I wouldn’t let you wear it—
just give it to some random girl!

In the bathroom stall, just as he loosened his pants, he felt a cold draft from behind.
Before he could turn his head, a burly body pressed him tightly into a hug.

“What are you doing?” Wu Suowei felt a bad premonition.

Chi Cheng’s hot breath blew into Wu Suowei’s ear. “Doing you.”

Wu Suowei didn’t understand why this dog always chose such places to get aroused.
Water sounds came from the small door beside them. Wu Suowei’s lower abdomen
tightened and he struggled fiercely in Chi Cheng’s arms.

“Get out, I’m about to burst.”

Chi Cheng didn’t leave but instead slid his hand to Wu Suowei’s crotch, teasing roughly.

In public, Wu Suowei didn’t dare to do too much, afraid someone would hear, so he
endured again and again. But Chi Cheng was relentless; the more public, the more
stimulating, the stronger his desire to dominate.
Nibbling Wu Suowei’s neck, whispering, “You sulking earlier was so sexy, I got hard
before even reaching the bathroom door.”

Water sounds again nearby. Wu Suowei almost lost control in Chi Cheng’s hands.

Breathing quickened, abdomen about to burst, Wu Suowei struggled to stay silent. Doing
such an embarrassing thing in such a public place made him excited beyond control.

A surge shot sharply into his abdomen. The excitement mixed with discomfort almost
brought him to tears. He almost came but fought it off.

Sweating heavily, glaring at Chi Cheng with annoyance, he said, “Had enough?”

Hoping Chi Cheng would leave so he could relieve himself.

But Chi Cheng put both hands down Wu Suowei’s pants and stimulated from both front
and back.

Wu Suowei truly couldn’t take it, shaking his hips begging, “Stop… I really can’t hold
it… I’m going to pee… no…”

Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei’s front, blocking release, while the back teasing got
intense.

Wu Suowei endured until breaking point; his abdomen cramped. Suddenly Chi Cheng let
go. “No!” he shouted.

Water gushed out, and the look on Wu Suowei’s face—excited to the point of distortion,
shy to the point of choking—was savored by Chi Cheng.

It truly felt so good Wu Suowei was speechless.

Chi Cheng left first; Wu Suowei followed, embarrassed but angry, and finally blurted, “If
you dare tell anyone, try it!”

Chi Cheng smiled mischievously.

Wu Suowei washed his hands, and suddenly noticed a watch on his wrist. With a glance,
he saw Chi Cheng had the exact same watch.

Bought them after all?

Staring in shock, Wu Suowei asked, “When… did you put this on me?”

Chi Cheng splashed water at Wu Suowei’s face.

“Did you think only you knew those tricks?”

After hearing this, the half-baked thief blushed.

CHAPTER 134
At 10 a.m. on Saturday morning, the flight Wu Suowei was on took off.

The entire first-class cabin had only eight seats, spaced widely apart, offering plenty of
room to move around and making it convenient to strike up conversations. Sitting next to
Wu Suowei was a typical wealthy and beautiful woman. Since boarding, three male
passengers had approached her. The other two passengers remained composed—one was
an old man who fell asleep shortly after boarding, and the other was Wu Suowei himself.

Wu Suowei glanced sideways at her. She was indeed beautiful—not as eye-catching as

Yue Yue, but comfortable and natural-looking. Her personality was quiet and gentle, with
an outstanding but approachable aura. No matter which male passenger approached her,
she responded politely.

Wu Suowei liked this type of girl very much.

However, it was just a glance. His inner little pervert was kept in check by Master Chi, so
he dared not act recklessly.

In fact, while Wu Suowei was observing the wealthy beauty, she was secretly observing
him as well.

His suit was neatly pressed, his tie impeccably tied, his nails clean and well-groomed...
Although it wasn’t Wu Suowei himself who had taken care of these details but Chi
Cheng, it still made a good impression on the woman.

She also liked men who acted low-key, were steady in personality, and paid attention to
every detail.

Flying back and forth all year, she didn’t know how many times she’d been hit on, but
she was initiating conversation with someone for the first time.

“Your watch is very unique.”

Wu Suowei was slightly surprised and turned to look at the wealthy beauty.

“You mean me?”

The woman smiled and nodded, speaking slowly and deliberately in a way that made Wu
Suowei’s legs go numb.

“May I take it off and have a look?”

If this had been on a slow green train, and a fat woman with yellow teeth stained by
chives had asked him for a look, as a chubby guy, Wu Suowei definitely would have
responded roughly: “It’s cheap street merchandise, what’s there to look at?”

But changing the place, the person, and the watch, Wu Suowei immediately behaved with
good manners. He calmly took off the watch and gentlemanly handed it to her, saying
nothing more, then quietly returned to his seat.

After a while, the wealthy woman handed the watch back.

“Thank you.”

Wu Suowei received not only the watch but also a small card with a phone number
written on it.

Damn, wasn’t this tempting him to make a mistake?!

His inner mischievous side roared, but his face was calm and peaceful. He gave her his
number in return. Though it seemed like a casual polite reply, it was quite deliberate—
deliberate enough that he was imagining what color panties she might be wearing
underneath.

Before he could even say goodbye to the wealthy woman after landing, Chi Cheng’s call
came in.

“Have you arrived?”

Wu Suowei thought: Timing is really precise.

“I’ve already asked a friend to pick you up. I’ll send you his number so you can contact
him. He knows a lot of people in Xiamen and is very familiar with the local companies.
Let him take you around these days.”

Then he hung up directly.

Wu Suowei muttered, going out but still needing someone to keep an eye on him.

Chi Cheng really couldn’t stop worrying about this little dog—he had to keep him on a
leash wherever he went.
Outside the arrivals gate, Chi Cheng’s friend waited nearby. He looked to be in his
thirties, with a crew cut and square face, a pretty honest-looking guy. He took Wu
Suowei’s luggage and led him to the parking lot.

This guy was quiet. From the time Wu Suowei got in the car to when he got out, he only
said two words.

“We’re here.”

Then he gave Wu Suowei a business card and drove off.

Wu Suowei checked into a seaside garden hotel, unpacked, looked at his watch—it was
already noon and time to eat. Just as he stepped out the hotel front door, he got a
message. Looking closely, it was from the wealthy woman.

Wu Suowei’s heart skipped a beat.

“I’m staying at Zhongxia Hotel. If convenient, come out and have a meal together.”

Wu Suowei glanced around and fixed his eyes on the two characters “Zhongxia” on the
building across the street. His heart trembled.

Th-this, this... this is way too convenient. Was this girl sent by Chi Cheng to test me?

Considering he would need the entire afternoon for serious business, Wu Suowei
suppressed his restless heart and firmly reminded himself of his purpose there—he must
not lose the big picture for a small distraction.

So he bit the bullet and replied, “Let’s talk tonight. I have things to attend to now.”

Not long after Wu Suowei left, the guy who had driven him came back, handing him a
plastic bag with several meal boxes, freshly packed from a local specialty restaurant.

“Last time Chi Cheng was in Xiamen, we ate there together. He said these dishes were
pretty good and asked me to bring some for you to try.”

“You’re too kind.” Wu Suowei felt a little embarrassed. “If I’d known, I would’ve gone
with you.”

“It’s pretty windy today, might rain. You just came from Beijing, better not go out too
much.”

At that moment, Wu Suowei was very glad he hadn’t lost his head and run off with the
wealthy woman. If Chi Cheng found out, he would definitely come to Xiamen to chase
him down.
In the afternoon, accompanied by Chi Cheng’s friend, Wu Suowei toured several well-
known local companies and was warmly received everywhere. Later the guy started
talking more, sharing the companies’ development histories and experiences in a very
knowledgeable way, like an economics expert, earning Wu Suowei’s respect.

The two chatted happily until the guy’s phone rang. After hanging up, he said to Wu
Suowei, “Sorry, something came up. You can look around on your own for now. Call me
later and I’ll come pick you up.”

Wu Suowei quickly waved his hand. “No need. I’ll take a taxi back later. You handle
your business.”

No sooner had the guy left than Wu Suowei’s phone rang again.

“Seven o’clock tonight, Qingyuan Café. I’ll wait for you.”

The sea breeze brushed Wu Suowei’s face, and his heart rippled like the ocean. This was
the second invitation. If he didn’t respond, that would be pretty rude. After all, he was a
general manager—how could he be so ungraceful?

So he hid his inner scheming and quietly agreed.

He had originally planned to take a taxi directly there, but seeing it was still early, he
decided to walk around the streets to avoid seeming too eager. Wandering, he ended up in
front of a barber shop.

Watching the handsome barber snip scissors rhythmically, Wu Suowei felt an itch.

Chi Cheng now allowed him to grow his hair, but the style was still Chi Cheng’s call. Wu
Suowei wasn’t unhappy with his current style but had a sudden urge to break free and
make his own choice.

So he went in for a one-time styling, planning to wash it after meeting the woman—just
for the thrill.

The wealthy woman arrived at the café first, quietly waiting in a corner. When Wu
Suowei entered, she didn’t recognize him at first. Only when he smiled at her after sitting
down did she realize he was the person she’d been waiting for.

Wu Suowei had permed his hair—just small curls, but layered well. With his sharp
features and bright black eyes, he even looked a bit like a European-style handsome guy,
without any sense of incongruity.

“What’s wrong?” Wu Suowei asked.

The wealthy woman smiled sweetly. “Nothing, this hairstyle suits you well.”
After speaking, she took a photo with her phone.

From the attention he’d received on the way and this photo, Wu Suowei realized that Chi
Cheng had been deliberately giving him conservative, old-fashioned hairstyles,
effectively killing his personal charm.

These days were full of social engagements. Chi Cheng had turned down many dinners,
but today’s meal he had to attend, because his father and several heavyweight leaders,
including Guo Chengyu’s father, were at the table.

Of course, Guo Chengyu would be there too—this was a year-end ritual.

Because there was a chauffeured car, Gangzi didn’t have to drive Chi Cheng, but he still
insisted on following. So he and Chi Cheng sat in the backseat together. Chi Cheng
smoked silently while Gangzi scrolled through Weibo and casually saw a post reposted
by Li Wang.

Then he choked.

Glancing sideways at Chi Cheng’s cold and sharp profile, Gangzi quickly flipped to the
next page.

What Gangzi saw was the photo taken by the wealthy woman of Wu Suowei.

What a coincidence—Wu Suowei’s romantic encounter was none other than a white lotus
from the Beijing wealthy circle, with many suitors. Any post she made would stir a
response, let alone such a provocative one.

“Met my prince charming in Xiamen. Keep it up! Love requires being proactive!”

Gangzi didn’t want to tell Chi Cheng about this potentially tsunami-causing post himself
but also didn’t want to keep him in the dark, so he spitefully forwarded it.

At the dinner table, Guo Chengyu and Chi Cheng sat face to face. Maybe it was
psychological, but since Jiang Xiaoshuai’s words, Guo Chengyu felt awkward around
Chi Cheng, and Chi Cheng had felt the same way about Guo Chengyu from the start.

So they stared at each other awkwardly for several moments.

Guo Chengyu’s phone showed a Weibo notification—something Li Wang had reposted,

which he didn’t care to look at. But Gangzi’s repost, he had to check.

Then he put his phone down quietly and gave Chi Cheng a meaningful look.

True rivals for many years: one glance from Guo Chengyu and Chi Cheng immediately
logged into Weibo.
Minutes ticked by, Chi Cheng’s eyes never leaving his phone.

Sipping some fine wine, the tension was palpable.

This little dog really never lets anyone rest!

CHAPTER 135
The dinner was winding down. The leaders exchanged a few polite words and, supported
by their secretaries, gradually left their seats.

Both Chi Yuanduan and Guo Chengyu’s father had drunk quite a bit, reminiscing about
their youth with endless stories.

In the end, only the two father-son pairs remained in the private room: Chi Cheng and his
father, and Guo Chengyu and his father. Guo’s father was in high spirits and slapped Chi
Cheng’s shoulder.

“Son, take your second dad to check out your little snake collection.”

Since he could remember, Chi Cheng had always called Guo Chengyu’s father “Second
Dad.”

Chi Yuanduan hated hearing the word “snake” most of all. If it weren’t for the buzz from
the alcohol tonight and not wanting to spoil his buddy’s mood, he would rather die than
see that group of beasts again.

Once inside the snake room, Guo’s father showed strong interest in the pet snakes, asking
all sorts of questions. Though Guo Chengyu also kept snakes, he rarely inquired much,
probably because raising snakes was never a central focus of his life. So Guo’s father had
no obvious likes or dislikes toward snakes.

Seeing so many colorful snakes now, he remarked how surprisingly beautiful snakes
could be.

“How about I give your godfather one? I’ll take it home and raise it for a couple of days.
If I can’t handle it, I’ll return it to you.”

Though Guo’s father was joking, Chi Yuanduan’s expression shifted. After arguing with
his son for so many years, he knew Chi Cheng’s temper well. Don’t talk about selling his
own dad, but don’t touch a single one of his snakes—whoever dares will pay dearly.
So Chi Yuanduan kept shooting sharp looks at Chi Cheng, not forcing him to give away
snakes but warning him to decline politely if he refused.

Guo Chengyu generously tugged his dad’s sleeve and whispered, “He’s been raising
those snakes for many years. How would he dare give you one? If you want one, just pick
one at my snake park!”

Unexpectedly, Guo’s father shook his head and said, “I don’t like your snakes. I only
fancy the ones my godson raises.”

The atmosphere grew a bit awkward.

Suddenly, Chi Cheng spoke up: “Except for the one around my neck, you can pick any
other snake you like.”

Hearing this, Guo Chengyu’s face changed, not to mention how surprised Chi Yuanduan
was.

Chi Cheng was utterly serious, even picking up a ball python he’d raised for four years
and handing it to Guo’s father.

“How about this one?”

Guo’s father shook his head again.

Chi Cheng then selected several snakes with bright colors and gentle temperaments, all
precious pets he’d had for years. Watching Chi Cheng calmly offer one after another,
Guo Chengyu felt a complicated, indescribable emotion.

After refusing countless times, Guo’s father suddenly fixed his gaze on the snake around
Chi Cheng’s neck.

“Hey, I really fancy the snake you’re wearing.”

The room suddenly fell silent.

Guo’s father seemed oblivious to the awkwardness, playfully teasing his little jealous
bundle. The little jealous bundle quickly grew restless, his eyes sharp and fierce.

With everyone’s hearts hanging in suspense, Guo’s father suddenly laughed heartily.

“I was just joking. How could I make my godson sad?”

Chi Yuanduan breathed a sigh of relief.

Guo’s father added, “And I noticed many of the snakes here are the same species as in
Xiaoyu’s snake park. Did you two buy them in pairs?”

Chi Cheng’s eyes darkened, shooting a glare at Guo Chengyu, who remained
expressionless.

After the snake visit, Guo’s father and Chi Yuanduan went downstairs to the living room
to sit and drink tea. Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu, tired of hearing their old stories, left
one after another.

Guo Chengyu noticed a row of greenhouses behind the small building and curiously
asked, “Who’s managing that land?”

Chi Cheng replied lightly, “No one’s managing it. I hired someone to set it up.”

“What are they growing inside?” Guo asked.

“Chives.”

Guo Chengyu didn’t find it strange that Chi Cheng was growing vegetables. After all, he
had lived in the suburbs before and done all kinds of farm work like a retired official.
Seeing Chi Cheng grow chives, however, puzzled him.

“You don’t eat chives, right?” Guo asked.

Chi Cheng answered casually, “Now I do.”

Guo narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Chi Cheng for a long time. He was the same person,
the same gaze, the same fierceness, but he looked different than before.

“You really have changed.”

After saying that, Guo got in his car and left.

...

Gangzi was still sitting in the car. Thinking of that Weibo post, he couldn’t help but open
it to take another look. What he saw shocked him—Chi Cheng had also reposted the
Weibo post.

Damn, that means he knows, right?

Gangzi was stunned for a moment but then straightened his chest. It should have nothing
to do with him... Just then, Chi Cheng’s dark figure appeared in his sight, looking grim.
Chi Cheng got into the car, sat in the driver’s seat without starting the engine or speaking,
idly playing with a wooden egg, turning it back and forth. No one knew what he was
thinking.

Gangzi cleared his throat and asked, “You know?”

Chi Cheng clearly understood what Gangzi meant by “know,” but ignored the question.

Gangzi kindly advised, “You’ve been wanting to get back at him, right? This is your
chance! Think about it—he just went out and started flirting. He’s delivering himself to
you without any trap. Isn’t that great?”

Chi Cheng glanced sideways at Gangzi’s face, animated because his “baby” was about to
suffer. Finally, he opened his mouth.

“You set the trap, didn’t you?”

Gangzi was shocked. “What did you say?”

The steering wheel shook violently under Chi Cheng’s heavy grip, and the rough question
shook Gangzi’s heart.

“You created the opportunity. You arranged for that woman to be on that flight, right?”

Good heavens! Gangzi felt wronged. “I just reposted a Weibo post. How can you blame
me?”

Chi Cheng kept pressing, “It’s impossible to be such a coincidence. You wanted him to
mess up, and he did exactly what you expected! Fine, you did well! Remember what I
said? Once it’s done, the first one I’ll get back at is you.”

Gangzi’s eyes nearly popped out of the windshield. Normally calm and collected, he now
screamed hoarsely in the car, “It wasn’t me! Check it! I wasn’t the first to repost that
Weibo. Don’t accuse innocent people just to protect your man!... Uh…”

Gangzi really got a raw deal.

Chi Cheng knew perfectly well it was all Wu Suowei’s doing, nothing to do with Gangzi,
but he was just venting his anger on him. Why?

Because there were some things Gangzi said that Chi Cheng didn’t like.

What “good thing” was this? Getting beaten is a good thing? Did our “baby” provoke
you? Even if he’s disobedient and deserves a beating, that’s my business. I punish him
how I want. Who told you to gloat? Besides, which is worse, meddling hands or random
flirting? I’d rather chop off my own hand than let him hit on someone else!
Of course, another reason was that Chi Cheng vented most of his anger on Gangzi so that
when he dealt with Wu Suowei, it wouldn’t be so heavy. After all, he still cared for him.

...

Chi Cheng booked a deluxe suite for Wu Suowei, with a balcony overlooking the sea
breeze—a comfortable feeling. But being alone was a bit lonely and dull.

Restless during the day and quiet at night, Wu Suowei realized Chi Cheng hadn’t called
him once.

Since giving him his friend’s number, Chi Cheng seemed to have stopped paying
attention.

Wu Suowei kept checking his phone over and over—during the day hoping for more
sparks with the wealthy woman; now, repeatedly looking at his phone, hoping for
concern from another person.

Finally, the phone rang, and Wu Suowei’s heart trembled.

Seeing the wealthy woman’s number, for some reason, he couldn’t be happy.

Afraid of messages from Chi Cheng during the day, afraid of messages not from Chi
Cheng at night.

Maybe only late at night could one tell who was just chasing excitement and who had
really fallen for someone.

“I followed you on Weibo.”

Seeing the wealthy woman’s message, Wu Suowei logged into Weibo out of boredom to
follow her back politely—and unexpectedly saw that Chi Cheng had reposted someone
else’s Weibo post.

Chi Cheng had opened a Weibo account originally to promote Wu Suowei’s company,
rarely discussing personal matters, and never casually browsing and reposting others’
posts.

Wu Suowei was very curious what could have cracked that thousand-year-old stone heart
of Chi Cheng.

He clicked the post. The slow internet loaded one photo after another.

First the small curls, then the two sword-like eyebrows, then the bright black eyes—
getting bigger and bigger until the whole eye was shown, and Wu Suowei’s head
exploded.
Oh my god!

This is going to kill me!

CHAPTER 136
Now, Wu Suowei didn’t dare to just wait for Chi Cheng’s call; he took the initiative to
call him.

His heart raced wildly while waiting for the call to connect.

Calm down, you must stay calm. The more flustered you are, the more suspicious you
seem, and even if nothing’s wrong, you’ll make trouble for yourself... Just explain
calmly—it was just a chance encounter, the woman was the only one interested, I had no
intention at all.

The call connected!

Wu Suowei blurted out his explanation: “It was just a fling.”

After a brief silence, Wu suddenly realized he had said the wrong word.

Now was not the time to panic. He quickly corrected himself, “That was a slip of the
tongue. I meant ‘chance encounter,’ not ‘fling.’ Don’t misunderstand.”

Chi Cheng replied more calmly than him, “You should’ve just told me you misread the
character—the one pronounced ‘ou,’ not ‘yan.’”

“Yes, yes!” Wu quickly agreed, his tone loud and clear.

“Agree?” Chi Cheng almost choked on his breath. He’d originally worried that hearing
Wu’s voice would make him hesitate to get angry. But now, it seemed that worry was
totally unnecessary.

“End the call.” A short, powerful command.

Wu Suowei didn’t dare hang up! Just hearing the tone made him scared stiff—seeing that
face, he probably wouldn’t sleep all night.

“There’s no internet in the room,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng’s harsh words flew back: “You want me to call your hotel manager and have
him hold up a computer for a video call?”
Wu Suowei felt trapped, but knowing Chi Cheng could do anything, he didn’t dare argue.

He turned on the video call, and the two looked at each other.

Seeing Wu’s face, Chi Cheng’s expression softened considerably.

Still, Wu Suowei felt as if Chi Cheng’s fist could break through the phone screen any
second.

“I met her on the plane. She sat right next to me. All the men on the plane were talking to
her, but I just sat properly. She took the initiative to talk to me and even gave me her
number. Don’t believe me? Look!” Wu Suowei pulled out a small slip of paper from
under his pillow and waved it in front of the phone screen.

Chi Cheng was already starting to believe him, but that little gesture of pulling it from
under the pillow completely ruined it.

“I didn’t send her a single message first. It was all her messaging me. Look, look…” Wu
then forwarded all the flirtatious messages from the wealthy woman to Chi Cheng.

Seeing no response to his explanation, Wu got a bit annoyed.

“You’re way too petty! It’s just having a meal together. Haven’t you eaten with beautiful
women before? Your company has so many beauties constantly hanging around you, and
I never said a thing. So why pick a fight with me?”

Chi Cheng still didn’t respond.

Wu Suowei’s face darkened. “Are you even a man? If you are, don’t get stuck in these
stupid corners!”

After saying that, the heavy breathing in the phone made Wu’s ears ring.

Finally, Chi Cheng spoke.

“I’m going to the club now.”

Wu immediately yelled, “No! Dare to go and try it!”

Chi Cheng said expressionlessly, “I’m only going to drink tea and chat. Nothing else.”

“Who do you think you’re fooling?” Wu grew anxious.

Chi Cheng’s face turned dark as glass. “And who are you fooling?”

Wu was stunned.
“I say I’m going for tea and chat, you don’t believe me. And you want me to believe you
don’t care about her?”

“It was a café for me; it was a nightclub for you,” Wu said.

Chi Cheng countered, “In your eyes, only sleeping together counts as cheating? Getting a
special haircut just to have coffee doesn’t?”

Wu was left speechless.

An order that brooked no refusal.

“Go wash your hair!”

Wu kept a straight face and silently went into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

His phone was left nearby. Chi Cheng watched Wu’s throat bobbing under the water and
said in a low voice, “Take off your clothes.”

“I already showered,” Wu argued.

Chi Cheng yelled again, “I said take them off!”

Wu stiffened but didn’t move, white foam still stuck in his hair.

“Is our agreement not enough? Don’t you need to get another SM certificate to scare
you?”

Wu angrily rubbed his face with his hand, then forcefully tore off his robe and
underwear. He stepped under the shower again, his movements rough and quick because
of his resentment and being watched. After a few moments, he finished and grabbed a
towel—but Chi Cheng spoke again.

“No wiping. Stand by the wall as punishment!”

Wu stood up straight, his firm buttocks shaped enticingly. Water droplets ran down his
back to his groin, his tanned skin glowing under the mist.

Despite being full of anger, seeing this, Chi Cheng still felt his heart ache deeply for Wu.
He realized letting Wu go from his arms was a complete mistake.

“Both hands on the wall, butt up.”

Wu was embarrassed and ashamed, but under Chi Cheng’s sharp gaze, he obeyed.

“Spank yourself until it’s swollen,” Chi Cheng issued another ruthless command.
This time, Wu refused to cooperate.

“Who’s ever been so ridiculous? If there’s a problem, we talk. If there’s a

misunderstanding, we calmly solve it. Does violence help relationships? Whoever wants
to fight can fight, but I won’t hit. The flesh is on my body, if no one cares about me, I’ll
care about myself!”

Chi Cheng asked again, “You won’t hit, right?”

Wu stuck out his neck stubbornly, “Right!”

“Then wait and see.”

...

The following days, Wu Suowei fully understood how agonizing “waiting” could be.

He never thought waiting could be such torture—fear, worry, grievance, anger... afraid
Chi Cheng would suddenly appear from somewhere else, afraid to even sleep well. Yet
he also hoped Chi Cheng would show up, hoped to explain, hoped the stone in his heart
would finally drop. Torn by this internal battle, Wu went through five kinds of emotional
pain.

He never responded to the wealthy woman’s feelings again. Chi Cheng never called him
once more.

Wu, whether out of fear or stubbornness, surprisingly rescheduled his return flight,
paying fees and delaying his trip by three days.

After he returned, he found out the company had run into a major problem while he was
gone.

The secretary told him, “The troublemaking customer was reportedly sent by Young
Master Liu. He took a large batch of goods from our company, then damaged them
deliberately to claim compensation. When we refused, he caused trouble, making chaos
across the company and damaging our reputation. Later, Young Master Chi came and
promised the customer compensation.”

Wu’s face tightened. “And? Did he really pay?”

“Could he? What’s Young Master Chi’s temper? Would he take a loss like that?”

Wu thought about it. “Then how did he handle it?”

The secretary looked admiring. “I don’t know the details, but I heard Young Master Chi
drove to meet the customer, opened the trunk full of money with many venomous snakes
staring the customer down. Young Master Chi told him: ‘The money’s here, take it.’ The
customer didn’t dare take it, his legs went weak just looking at the snakes. Young Master
Chi said: ‘This is what you didn’t want!’ Then slammed the trunk and drove off. They
say the next day Young Master Liu was bitten by a snake, but who knows if that’s true.”

Wu asked, “Did Young Master Chi have a grudge against Young Master Liu?”

“Apparently, on Liu’s birthday, he invited Young Master Chi to a party, but Chi refused.
Liu held a grudge.”

Wu didn’t ask further and told the secretary to go back to work.

Actually, the night Chi Cheng hung up the phone, he had booked a plane ticket to fly the
next morning. But with this incident, he couldn’t get away and gave up going to Xiamen.

Young Master Liu wasn’t easy to deal with. Chi wanted to resolve things without losing
face, which wasn’t simple. Those days, he was busy nonstop and didn’t have time to call
Wu.

Not only did he not call, he also warned others not to call Wu.

So Wu didn’t hear a word about this matter.

Secret meetings with the wealthy woman, emotional drifting, unexplained three-day
delay in returning, letting Chi Cheng clean up his mess... all these bad behaviors piled up,
and Wu didn’t dare to reach out to Chi Cheng.

For two days, he hid at the company, didn’t go to Chi’s place after work, eating and
sleeping alone.

The company had a holiday recently, and Wu moved back home, helping his mother sort
New Year’s goods every day.

One morning while tidying up, he found his mother wearing a full set of branded thermal
underwear and casually asked, “Mom, who bought this for you?”

His mother said, “How could you remember worse than me? Didn’t you buy it for me last
month?”

Wu’s expression froze slightly, then asked again, “Who delivered it?”

“Your colleague! That Chi Cheng, Big Chi!”

Wu’s heart clenched. His face, already not good-looking, turned even darker.
“Eh? What a coincidence!” Outside, his mother’s surprised voice came again. “I was just
talking about you, and you came! You bring so much stuff every time. The ribs you gave
me last week are still in the fridge…”

Wu glanced outside and saw that imposing figure. His face instantly turned pale.

Well, just wait. Wait and see... finally, it had come.

“Third son! Your colleague is here! Aren’t you coming out?” Wu’s mother called.

Wu Suowei: “...”

CHAPTER 137
At night, Chi Cheng had dinner at Wu Suowei’s home. Wu’s mom treated him better than
her own son, bringing out the homemade unfiltered liquor brewed by Wu’s late father,
and kept refilling his cup again and again.

“Come eat here whenever you have time. Our third son always praises you, says you treat
him really well.”

Chi Cheng smiled faintly and downed another glass. Seeing Wu’s mom about to pour
more, Wu quickly stretched out his hand to stop her. “Mom, don’t pour more, if you
drink too much, how will you drive back later?”

Wu’s mom shot him a look. “It’s so rare you’re here for a meal, don’t you want him to
enjoy himself?” Then she turned to Chi Cheng with a gentle smile. “It’s okay, drink a few
more cups. Stay here tonight. That big kang in the east room — you two can roll around
as you like.”

Wu Suowei was stunned, choking on those words.

Chi Cheng downed another glass. From his posture, it was clear he wasn’t planning to
leave.

To build courage, Wu poured himself a glass as well. Remembering Jiang Xiaoshuai’s

advice, someone as ‘wicked’ as him shouldn’t drink too much — just one glass at most.
But he ended up drinking more.

Feeling dizzy, he crawled onto the heated kang. He wasn’t sure how long it had been, but
Wu’s mom was already asleep. Chi Cheng sat cross-legged on the kang’s edge, smoking,
his noble aura completely out of place in the humble surroundings.
“Sit here.” Wu Suowei patted the spot next to him. “The stove’s been going all afternoon,
the kang is nice and warm.”

Chi Cheng stubbed out his cigarette and actually moved over.

The heated clay kang had a special warmth; sitting too long felt like your butt was being
cooked. Wu moved over a bit to make room, giving Chi Cheng a wide spot. But even so,
with Chi’s broad shoulders and long legs settling in, Wu felt squeezed into a tiny corner,
completely insignificant.

He shifted closer to Chi, not out of greed for space, but wanting to be near him — to
bridge the gap after days of misunderstandings and conflicts.

Chi still wore a stern face, though inside his anger had cooled. He just wanted to tease
Wu Suowei.

Seeing Chi ignore him, Wu mischievously dangled his smelly foot by Chi’s mouth,
wearing a rogue’s smirk. Chi’s rare expression was a mix of grit teeth and fury. If it were
anyone else, that foot would have been chopped off long ago.

But trying to play the fool and get away with it was underestimating Chi Cheng.

Seeing no reaction, Wu again reached out, this time to remind him, “Your nails are too
long.”

Chi’s eyes were like scissors, staring at Wu’s fingers for a long moment. Wu felt as if Chi
could snip off his flesh, so he quickly pulled back his hand.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but Wu was especially lively tonight. Just as things quieted
down, he again shoved his foot between Chi’s legs.

He pressed hard on Chi’s ‘big bird’ while grinning evilly — the true mischief shining
through.

Chi’s fangs almost appeared at his mouth, but he forced himself to pull back.

If he lost it then, Wu would take control — and trying to punish him afterward wouldn’t
have the same effect.

So Chi suppressed his anger, determined not to let it flare before the time was right.

Wu quieted down for a while.

Chi thought he was finally behaving, just about to speak and regain the initiative, when
Wu suddenly tilted his head onto Chi’s shoulder. Chi’s expression froze.
All those provocations from earlier he could handle with composure — but this intimate
gesture shattered the wall he’d been building inside.

What made it worse, Wu wrapped his arm around Chi’s neck, happily hanging on him,
his bright black eyes looking up at Chi’s several days’ unshaved stubble.

They hadn’t been intimate in so long, and suddenly this close contact thawed Chi’s heart
from an ice cellar to a warm kang.

Realizing if he didn’t speak now, Wu would totally take over, Chi finally broke the
silence.

“You been avoiding me these days?”

Wu’s arm stiffened, his voice lacking confidence. “Not avoiding you.”

“Not avoiding?” Chi’s low voice pressed against Wu’s chest. “Then tell me, how many
days have we not seen each other?”

Wu remembered very clearly, because each day had been an ordeal.

“Thirteen days.”

When Wu said the number, Chi was a bit impressed with his own self-control.

“You’re quite obedient. I told you to wait, and you just quietly waited at home.”

Hearing “wait,” the leftover drunkenness couldn’t dispel the tension in Wu’s chest. The
arm around Chi could clearly feel the tightening in his neck muscles, trembling from his
heart to his stomach.

“Since our call, I haven’t contacted her. You can check if you don’t believe me.”

Actually, Chi had known all along. After all, it was the one person closest to his heart —
he didn’t have to check to know Wu would do this. Some things were easy to bluff
through, some not.

“If I didn’t come find you, would you have just hidden here forever?”

Wu said nothing.

Chi’s tone suddenly deepened, “You really have a strong mind! Thirteen days without
seeing me and you’re still so calm — eating, drinking, even joking around? You really
don’t take me seriously! Seeing how tough you are, I guess you’re pretty resilient to
spanking? Now that you’re here, you can’t just wait in vain.”
At these words, Wu panicked immediately. Without explaining, he grabbed the blanket
and tried to jump under the kang.

But just as his hand grabbed the edge, that sinful smelly foot was grabbed by Chi.

Chi picked up the broom handle nearby and slapped it on Wu’s butt.

“Thirteen days, thirteen hits. Count for yourself.”

Wu twisted and turned like a slippery eel. The more he struggled, the more Chi wanted to
torment him.

“Why are you hitting me? If there’s a mistake, admit it. You don’t have the right to hit
me!”

“No right?” The broom handle landed firmly on the thickest spot.

Chi wasn’t joking. Wu screamed, his neck stretched out.

“Count it!” the harsh order.

Wu bit his teeth, silent. Another strike landed on the same spot. Still no submission.
Three more strikes followed, all on the same place. Wu finally couldn’t stand it, twisting
and struggling as Chi held him down. His curses mixed with cries.

“Mom! Mom! Your son’s being beaten! Come save me!”

Wu’s mom was hard of hearing and two rooms away — she couldn’t hear a thing.

Wu’s screams only sparked Chi’s sadistic desire. He pulled down Wu’s pants and
whipped him bare. Besides the buttocks, the inner thighs and the crease were not spared.

Chi measured his strength just right — painful but leaving no marks.

Wu dared not stop counting. If he didn’t say a number, they’d start over. If he counted
wrong or struggled, it was back to the beginning.

“One, ah! Two, ah! Three, ah!”

The most tender spot got hit, Wu cried out in pain and immediately tried to block it with
his hand.

“Move it!” Chi said sternly.

Wu didn’t, so the next hit landed right on his hand, hurting badly.
For the last few strikes, Chi eased up a lot. If he’d gone full force, Wu’s voice would
have broken from screaming.

After the spanking, Wu crawled into bed and lay flat, hands under his butt. It had hurt
quite a bit just now; now it only felt warm, showing Chi hadn’t really gone all out.

Still, Wu kept his eyes closed, full of resentment.

Chi looked over. The quilt was thick, with a few big floral patterns embroidered on the
old cover — a bit tacky now, but it made Wu’s face look especially clean and pure. Chi
felt an urge to devour him alive.

Feeling someone crawling into the bed, Wu furrowed his brows.

“What?”

Chi’s anger dissipated. He pinched Wu’s cheek hard. “I left you waiting more than ten
days, gave you just a few hits, and you’re already feeling wronged?”

Wu kept his eyes closed and said, “You have a violent streak. When things don’t go your
way, you use violence to solve it. I have to think about whether I want to continue with
you.”

Seeing Wu’s serious expression, Chi laughed.

“I’m not hitting you because I’m angry. I’m hitting you because I like you and want to
bully you.”

“I like you too!”

Wu rolled onto Chi and punched his butt fiercely. As he hit, he caught Chi’s burning
gaze. His punches weakened until his hands rested on Chi’s strong butt, unable to move.

Chi’s warm, heavy breath and strong alcohol scent washed over Wu’s face. He asked,
“Miss me?”

Wu didn’t have to say a word. Chi’s firm, roaming hands made him unable to hold back.
Chi’s thick stubble repeatedly poked Wu’s sensitive spots. Wu twisted his waist, eyes full
of desire.

Chi held him tight. The big ‘dragon’ rubbed against Wu’s crotch and whispered near his
ear, “Want me to fuck you?”

Wu’s throat rolled and he couldn’t say the word, but Chi’s sharp thrust forced out a
strong “Mm.”
Chi went full throttle, fucking Wu from under the covers to outside, from one end of the
kang to the other, from the kang to the floor... finally picking him up, strong arms holding
his thighs, sturdy legs steadying him, fiercely thrusting, deep and hard.

“So deep... ah... hitting the spot...”

After countless releases, Wu collapsed on the sheets, limp.

Usually this would be about the end, but Chi’s hand reached to his ass cheeks.

“Let me see what you look like after being fucked.”

He spread Wu’s cheeks, and despite Wu’s struggles, flipped out the tender flesh inside.
His finger probed deep, so tight Chi swore, like squeezing out all his blood.

Chi flipped Wu again, positioning him in the most humiliating pose for another round.
The belt cracked loudly against the edge of the kang.

Wu suddenly realized something and struggled wildly.

“No... don’t... ah...” Chi fiercely thrust his hips, the belt whipping in rhythm. Wu cried
and tried to escape but was pulled back and fucked hard with loud slaps.

“Pain... pain... pain...”

His butt burned hot and his chest felt aflame. His stiff cock twitched, leaking tears.

Wu’s ass jerked and squirmed, which Chi found unbearably sexy. He spread Wu’s legs
wider, pried open his ass, and fucked inside, making Wu beg repeatedly.

“No... Chi Cheng... ah...”

Wu’s waist shuddered violently, and he suddenly cried out—not from pain, but from
uncontrollable emotion—hot waves bursting out as he sobbed, gasping for air.

The anger he’d held in for more than ten days finally exploded.

In the morning, when Wu’s mom knocked, Wu had just crawled into bed, his ass being
tenderly rubbed by Chi’s big hand.

“Third son, mom’s going out for a walk. The door’s locked for you.”

Wu strained to call out but couldn’t make a sound.

At that moment, he just wanted to say one thing to Chi Cheng:

You better not let me catch you!

CHAPTER 138
After returning from the New Year holiday, Jiang Xiaoshuai had finally put on some
weight. His previously sharp chin had softened quite a bit, and his complexion looked
healthier than before.

His parents lived permanently in Shanghai, and he had been raised by his grandmother,
only coming home during the New Year. Every time he came back, his parents would try
desperately to fatten him up—no way would they let him leave without gaining at least
five jin (about 2.5 kg).

“Doctor Jiang, haven’t seen you in a while. During New Year, my niece came to visit and
asked me to introduce her to someone. I immediately thought of you. But when I asked
around, I found out you went back to your hometown.”

Aunt Zhao always tried to play matchmaker for Jiang Xiaoshuai, and he was used to it.

“No rush, I’ll think about it once my life stabilizes.”

Aunt Zhao frowned, “Your life still isn’t stable? You’re almost thirty, have a car, a
house, and you’re handsome—how do you not have a partner? If you don’t find someone
soon, after thirty-five it’ll be hard!”

Jiang smiled politely, “Let it happen naturally.”

“How can you just wait forever?”

“Don’t worry about me,” Jiang said, pushing Aunt Zhao toward the injection room,
dragging out the last syllable, “What’s meant to be will be...”

Once Aunt Zhao left, the clinic grew much quieter. Jiang suddenly thought of Wu
Suowei. Since returning after the New Year, he hadn’t seen the fool around much and
rarely received calls from him. He wondered what Wu was busy with.

Jiang dialed Wu’s number on the clinic’s landline. As soon as someone answered, it was
a professional greeting:

“Hello.”

Jiang chuckled, “What are you up to?”

Wu Suowei let out a sigh of relief, “Oh, it’s you! I’m busy managing the factory, crazy
busy.” He gulped down several large swigs of water. “Running a real business is tough.
Once I have enough money, I’m getting into real estate speculation.”

“Not enough money yet?” Jiang teased, “Just dip into your little stash and buy a place,
shouldn’t be a problem.”

“That money’s untouchable, I still need it!”

“For what?”

“For getting married!”

Before Jiang could tease him more, a man appeared in the doorway, glancing at Jiang
with a face both familiar and strange. Jiang was shocked, angry, awkward, uneasy... so
many emotions welled up, choking his voice.

“Xiaoshuai, why are you silent?” Wu asked from the other end.

Jiang’s phone slipped from his hand, hitting the desk with a dull thud.

“Strange...” Wu hung up and called back.

The phone rang sharply in the large clinic room. The man on the other end heard the
familiar ringtone and smirked mockingly.

“After all these years, you still use that song as your ringtone?”

Ignoring the question, Jiang asked bluntly, “Why are you here?”

“I got divorced,” the man said without emotion. “Left with nothing, all for you.”

Jiang felt disgust rise and spat back, “Go back to your Shanghai, stay far away from me.”

The man sneered at Jiang’s words and casually wandered the clinic, looking through
every corner, trying to glean Jiang’s romantic situation from the past two years.

“Don’t touch my bookshelf!” Jiang snapped angrily.

The man grabbed a random book, flipped a few pages, mocking, “You still read health
and wellness books? No wonder you look so fresh after all these years. I’m curious—are
you still that tight back there?”

Jiang grabbed a pen holder and threw it at him. The man deftly dodged; the pen holder
shattered against a car tire outside, splintering into countless pieces.
Guo Chengyu bent down, picked up a shard, squinted at it, then walked calmly inside.

At this moment Jiang was shoving the man, red-faced and shouting curses. The man was
shamelessly hugging Jiang, showing no change in expression despite Jiang’s punches and
kicks, embodying the perfect rogue.

Guo cleared his throat at the door.

The man loosened his grip on Jiang slightly, squinting at Guo.

Guo’s smile was ambiguous, “Doctor Jiang, when did you become a vet? Even treating
animals in heat?”

The man strode toward Guo with a cold glare.

Guo laughed, “Got any other animals for me to identify?”

The man’s face darkened, fists clenched till his bones cracked, then swung fiercely at
Guo.

Guo’s eyes reddened with bloodshot veins forming fierce patterns. He caught the punch
with his palm and gripped the man’s arm so tightly it went numb.

“Let me see your animal ID.”

Grabbing the man’s collar, Guo tore the zipper open and slowly reached inside, pulling
out a wallet and a business card.

Sure enough, he had the same name as the man Jiang dreamt about that night.

“Meng Tao...” Guo whispered the name.

Meng Tao realized Guo was trained in martial arts and didn’t want to pick a fight, but
Guo was too brazen and was doing it openly in front of Jiang, making Meng lose face.

“Who gave you permission to speak?” Meng asked coldly.

Guo replied coolly, “Since this is my guy, I have the right to speak.”

“My guy?” Meng sneered. “Don’t say that, it just boosts others’ morale and crushes your
own dignity. I know Jiang Xiaoshuai better than you. If he had dated anyone in these two
years, you’d be kicked out.”

After he finished, Guo stayed silent. Jiang slapped Meng’s hand away.

“Get lost!”
Meng grabbed Jiang’s wrist with a wild grin.

“If I leave, won’t you be heartbroken again?”

Guo coldly stared at Meng holding Jiang’s wrist, silently standing aside.

Meng tangled with Jiang as if purposely showing off in front of Guo. When bullying
Jiang, he even dragged close to Guo and stepped on his foot a few times.

Guo remained unmoved, not watching Meng’s tricky moves but staring at the wrist.
Indeed, during one struggle, Meng bumped into Guo and suddenly pressed a small knife
against Guo’s abdomen.

Snap!

The knife fell. Meng looked down, confused about what happened, then felt sharp pain in
his wrist. His eyes bloodshot.

Guo had picked up a pen holder shard and stabbed it straight into Meng’s wrist.

In shock, Meng watched Guo twist the shard hard, pulling it out violently.

Blood sprayed all over Meng’s face.

Jiang’s expression changed drastically; he hurried to the cabinet for a tourniquet.

Meng’s eyes turned red with panic, “Let go! You cut an artery! This isn’t a game!”

“I’m not playing either!”

Guo calmly took out his phone and dialed 120 (emergency).

“Please send an ambulance to XX. We have a suicide here.”

Meng shouted at Guo, “No need for an ambulance, I’m driving myself!” He tried to pull
his arm back, but couldn’t.

“Want to run now?” Guo sneered, “I’m not letting you go.”

“I’ll be dead by the time the ambulance arrives!” Meng’s face was purple.

“Not so fast,” Guo said, pressing hard and causing the bleeding to gush while smiling
lightly, “Don’t worry, I’m controlling the speed.”
Jiang found the tourniquet and was shocked at the scene—Meng’s face was pale, lips
trembling, and his clothes soaked in blood. Guo’s hand was still gripping the wound
tightly, squeezing out blood.

“Let him go!” Jiang urgently tried to pull Guo’s hand, “He’ll die if you keep this up.”

Guo loosened one arm and pulled Jiang into a firm hug, calm and confident. “I decide
when he dies.”

Jiang looked terrified at Meng’s pale face, blood flowing everywhere—almost half his
body’s blood volume lost. At this rate, death was certain. Meng struggled desperately.

“He won’t die,” Guo said.

At that moment, as a doctor, Jiang was stunned by Guo’s unwavering gaze.

By a stroke of luck, the ambulance arrived in under five minutes—a trip that usually took
at least ten. Hearing the sirens, Jiang suddenly found strength, breaking free from Guo’s
hold and finally applying the tourniquet on Meng.

He moved Guo’s hand above Meng’s arm, pretending to stop the bleeding, although Guo
had nearly stopped it already.

Guo’s eyes flickered—Jiang was still thinking of him at this point...

The medical team carried the barely breathing Meng onto the stretcher.

Jiang wanted to follow in the ambulance, but Guo stopped him and told Li Wang to go
instead.

After the ambulance left, Jiang sat down sweating and exhausted.

Guo picked up the fallen knife and wondered quietly—if he hadn’t come today, who was
that knife for?

After a moment of silence, a cold voice echoed in the clinic:

“Either let him die, or let me protect you.”

CHAPTER 139
Because the call was abruptly disconnected, Wu Suowei couldn’t get through when he
tried calling again. His heart tightened. He shoved the design sketches into the engineer’s
arms and drove straight to the clinic. He had lost contact with Jiang Xiaoshuai before, but
never been this anxious. It felt like something was wrong, and he needed to confirm Jiang
was okay before he could relax.

Finally arriving at the clinic, he casually closed the car door and went inside.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was sitting safely by the desk, head lowered, seemingly busy with
something.

Wu breathed a big sigh of relief but couldn’t help feeling annoyed. He blurted out, “Why
the hell didn’t you answer my calls? I thought something happened to you! Damn, I was
so worried I was sweating all over! Next time you…”

But when Jiang raised his head, Wu suddenly lost his words. He had never seen such a
gloomy expression on Jiang’s face before. His eyes looked like they were shrouded in
fog, heavy and suffocating for no reason.

“What’s wrong with you?” Wu asked cautiously.

Jiang forced his face to look normal, “Nothing’s wrong!”

Wu walked slowly over and sat opposite Jiang, staring at him. “Xiaoshuai, you can’t treat
me like this. We just met and I already told you everything about myself.”

Jiang said, “Then give me the password to your secret stash.”

Wu was stunned, then stammered after a long pause, “That’s a completely different
matter.”

Jiang finally showed a small smile.

After Wu’s relentless pursuit and coaxing, Jiang’s mental defenses finally broke, and he
spoke.

“He came to find me again.”

He? Wu thought for a moment. “The ‘he’ you mean, could it be... Li Tao?”

“Meng Tao,” Jiang corrected.

“Oh right, Meng Tao,” Wu’s expression showed surprise. “Really him?”

Jiang had mentioned this person before to Wu, briefly touching on their history. Wu had
mostly forgotten but remembered that Meng Tao had wronged Jiang.
“That’s perfect!” Wu slapped the table excitedly. “Didn’t you say one day you’d get
revenge? Finally you’ve got the chance! If you don’t deal with him now, when else? You
should…”

Seeing Jiang’s increasingly serious expression, Wu’s words were cut off cold.

After a moment of silence, Jiang said calmly, “The people you want to curse with gritted
teeth are often the very ones standing before you, making you powerless.”

“You don’t still have feelings for him, do you?” Wu didn’t understand. “He treated you
like that!!”

Jiang sneered, “Long gone.”

“Then why are you still so upset?”

Jiang said, “I don’t know, just struggling with myself.”

For some reason, Jiang’s state reminded Wu of Chi Cheng.

“I don’t get it, what are you guys thinking? Look at me. Back then, Yue Yue hurt me
deeply. And now? I crushed her!”

Only now did Jiang realize Wu Suowei was truly a rock—solid and unshakable.

Wu said again, “Remember how you taught me? Eggs—when broken from outside,
they’re food; broken from inside, they’re life. My apprentice has hatched from the shell.
Do you expect your master to cook him?”

Sure enough, the master and apprentice were in sync—Wu’s words hit Jiang right in the
heart.

“Alright, I get it. Go do your own thing.” Jiang’s tone lightened a lot.

Wu didn’t leave. “I have to be with you every moment until you get through this!”

“No!” Jiang quickly stopped him. “I’m afraid if I don’t get through this, an even bigger
difficulty will come. You better get going. I’ll only be troubled for a little while—really,
just a little while…”

He pushed Wu toward the door.

Unexpectedly, Wu grabbed Jiang tightly in a hug.

“Xiaoshuai, when I was at my lowest, you were there encouraging me. Now you’re in
trouble, how could I leave you alone? Enough talk. Brother, I’m here for you till the
end!”

Guo Chengyu had just returned and happened to see this.

The two handsome guys were locked in a tight embrace, and Wu’s hand was still
aimlessly rubbing the back of Jiang’s head.

“Thanks for holding onto him for me. Now you can give him back.”

Guo stretched out his arm to Wu, signaling him to return Jiang.

Wu looked suspiciously at Guo. “I’m not comfortable handing him over to you.”

“Even if you don’t trust me, I’m more reliable than you.” Guo nodded at Wu to let go.

Wu still held him tightly. “Why am I unreliable?”

“Your little butt is too tender.” Guo suddenly said.

Wu was stunned. Could it be that day when Jiang was checked for “anal atrophy,” Guo
had seen? Damn, wasn’t that the Chinese restaurant? Uh... no, that was Guo’s private
club’s Chinese restaurant...

While Wu was frozen, Guo forcibly took Jiang from Wu’s arms.

“I’ll protect Xiaoshuai. No need for you to worry. You better take care of yourself!”

Wu stubbornly said, “What do I have to worry about? It’s just a routine checkup. My ass
is shiny and proud! If you’re so good at sowing discord, go tell Chi Cheng! Why not just
break us up at once, so you and he can be together and I can pair up with my master?”

Jiang’s head was about to explode. What kind of nonsense was that? Even heartbreak
doesn’t give people peace!

Guo struck with one move.

“I’m going to exaggerate your and Yue Yue’s story to him. Maybe that’ll work at once.”

Wu’s face changed instantly. “You… what do you mean?”

Before Guo answered, he took three big steps back.

Bang!
The door slammed shut in front of him.

What else could it mean? It was broad daylight; why was he being such a spotlight?

After closing the door, Jiang tried to break free from Guo’s embrace but failed.

Guo pretended to be angry, looking at him. “If he hugs you, you stay put. If I hug you,
you can’t?”

“No!”

Guo didn’t get angry or let go but curled the corner of his mouth. “From now on, I’m
moving in here.”

Jiang glared angrily. “You…”

Guo kissed him square on the cheek, then got a slap in return.

On the way back, Wu’s mood was all over the place—angry and anxious, not sure if he
was mad that they’d pushed him out or worried Guo knew about his matters. Then he
recalled Jiang’s discouraging words and thoughts of Chi Cheng and Wang Shuo, his chest
full of frustration.

Back at the company, Wu found a pile of unfinished work waiting. He was busy until
dark. Only when the clock showed 7 pm did he remember to pick up Chi Cheng.

When Wu arrived at Chi Cheng’s company, Chi had just come out of the office building,
accompanied by an old man and a woman. The woman was in her early twenties and
average-looking—fortunately so, because in Wu’s current mood, if she’d been pretty, he
might’ve accidentally floored her with the car.

The old man and woman got into a car. Chi came over to Wu.

As soon as he got in, he saw Wu slumped over the steering wheel, exhausted.

“Sit over there, I’ll drive.”

Wu looked like a wandering ghost, got out, opened the passenger door, and collapsed into
the seat. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and said nothing.

Normally, Chi would drive fast, but today, seeing Wu’s fatigue, he deliberately slowed
down and drove steadily, avoiding even small stones.

Halfway in silence, Wu finally spoke.

“Do you think only what you can’t get or have lost is the best?”

Chi replied casually, “Probably.”

Wu’s heart sank. So I’ve lost them all.

Chi glanced sideways at Wu. Though the car was dim, he could see Wu’s suppressed
expression. He’d sensed Wu was off since getting in, just less obvious.

What Wu really cared about was his place in Chi’s heart.

Seeing Wu like this, Chi felt an indescribable pain. His emotions were rarely affected—
family crying in front of him only annoyed him briefly. But every expression Wu made
was like a tiny needle poking at his heart. Chi could endure Wu’s ruckus, but not his
sadness.

Chi suddenly braked sharply on a quiet stretch.

Wu’s body pitched forward, barely steadying before Chi’s big hand pulled him back,
pinching his cheek painfully.

“What are you thinking?” Chi asked.

Wu tried to pull Chi’s hand off his face but got twisted again. He was too tired to be
angry and muttered, “Nothing.”

“Then why do you look so low?”

“Tired,” Wu said, eyes drooping.

Instead of comforting him, Chi pinched him hard twice, then ordered sternly, “No more
of this! Cheer up!”

Wu grimaced in pain, growling, “I’m tired!”

“You can’t be tired. Sit up straight, eyes wide open!”

Wu gritted his teeth angrily. Is that even possible? Being tired but still having to look
more energetic?

That’s the kind of awesome guy Chi Cheng was—forcing others to look happy just to
make himself feel better.
 CHAPTER 140
After returning home, Wu Suowei kept sighing deeply. He barely ate anything. Normally,
his favorite thing was to fight with Chi Cheng over who got to use the showerhead, but
today he obediently used the less-frequently used one. He went to bed early, leaning
against the headboard, staring blankly at the wall opposite.

Chi Cheng could tell that Wu Suowei’s mood was about 70% fake, 30% real.

But even that 30% gripped his heart tightly.

Wu glanced at Chi with his peripheral vision. Chi had just shaved cleanly; his skin must
be smooth to the touch. Whatever—smooth or not, Wu wasn’t planning to touch him
anytime soon. If Chi tried to rub against him, Wu would have to think carefully whether
to let him.

Having settled this trivial thought, Wu finally lay down with his back facing Chi.

After five minutes passed without Chi reaching out, Wu turned over to face him, seeing
Chi playing on his phone. That annoyed Wu even more. “I’m like this, and you still have
time to play on your phone? Damn! Next time when you’re annoyed, I’ll play Yao
Ming’s songs in the bedroom and dance while playing it.”

Actually, Chi was checking with company staff about Wu Suowei’s day.

“Ah…”

Within half an hour, Wu didn’t know how many sighs he’d made or how many times he
turned over. The last time he turned, two very sharp, dark eyes pierced into his pupils.
Wu was startled and saw Chi holding his phone. He suddenly remembered Guo
Chengyu’s warning and felt his mood drop into a valley.

But in the end, Chi only stretched out an arm to circle Wu, and said in a low voice, “Stop
messing around, go to sleep.”

Wu breathed a sigh of relief and sank back into exhaustion.

“I can’t sleep.”

Chi pinched both his cheeks, “Why not?”

Wu pushed Chi’s hands away, turning his head, “If I say, it’ll feel worse.”

“You have to say it even if it hurts.”

Wu’s lips formed a stubborn curve.

Chi noticed the dark circles under Wu’s eyes and thought of the many late-night shifts
Wu had worked recently. His heart softened and he stroked Wu’s cheeks, saying, “If you
don’t want to say, that’s fine, just sleep honestly.”

Wu’s eyes opened wide, dull and lifeless.

Chi’s face darkened again, “Are you asking to get beaten?”

Wu made a pitiful face, “Go ahead and beat me. After you hit me, I might feel a little
better.”

Even saying that, Wu’s butt clenched tight, wanting Chi’s hand to come so he could jump
away.

Even like this, Wu’s pitiful appearance was enough to make Chi feel tender.

“Then tell me, why would saying it make you feel worse?”

Wu struggled to start, “Because after I say it, you’ll feel bad, so I’ll feel even worse.”

Chi said, “If you don’t say it, how do I know I’ll feel bad?”

Wu’s expression turned more painful, “You definitely will.”

A trap was set before him — to dive in or not?

Chi, the slick one, replied immediately, “You speak first, then I’ll react.”

Wu, the little slick one, thought bitterly, isn’t that like talking for nothing? Then he
turned away, ears drooped, shoulders slumped, back hunched—looking exactly like a
wronged party.

“I don’t want to make you upset. Even if you kill me, I won’t say it.”

Another trap set, dive or not?

The big slick one put one leg in, “Whether I’m upset or not isn’t something I control. I
only promise not to hit you.”

Wu breathed out in relief immediately. As expected, he didn’t care if Chi was upset, as
long as he didn’t get slapped, everything else was negotiable.

Wu planned to throw out a test stone first—about his anal atrophy being checked. If that
went well, he’d come clean about Yue Yue. If it went badly, he’d retreat and pave the
way later.
“That time, I was troubled by anal atrophy. Then I met Jiang Xiaoshuai and talked about
it. He shared his years of medical experience and knowledge. That really inspired me at
the time…”

“Get to the point,” Chi interrupted strongly.

Wu cleared his throat, “I let him examine me.”

Chi’s eyes darkened, “Examine?”

Wu nodded, “Just a routine doctor’s check. Only the part checked was a bit special. But
this is very common in proctology. Nobody can avoid it.”

“So he looked at your butt?” Chi only focused on this piece of info, filtering out the rest.

Wu’s throat tightened, “Not just looked, it was an examination.”

Chi’s face didn’t show much reaction, which made Wu quietly relieved.

“Also, Guo Chengyu seems to have seen it.”

Chi’s expression grew serious but remained composed.

Wu got bold and said, “Guo Chengyu is too sneaky. His club is full of surveillance
cameras. If I knew he was closely monitoring Jiang Xiaoshuai, I wouldn’t have taken my
pants off. That guy is best at sowing discord. Who knows if he’ll exaggerate and say
Xiaoshuai deliberately pried open my butt and poked around? If he said that, how
wronged would I be! How upset would you feel!”

“So, you confessed without meaning to?” Chi’s tone was terrifyingly calm.

Wu said boldly, “Well… you’ve already slept with so many of Guo’s people, it’s not a
big deal for him to glance at you too, right?”

“Yes,” Chi said quietly, “It’s not your business.”

Wu felt a vague sense of foreboding.

“But it’s my business.”

After saying those words, like a tiger returning to the mountain, Wu Suowei—the Wuda
Lang dressed in Wu Song’s clothes—was heavily pinned under Chi.

“You said you wouldn’t hit me!”

“Don’t worry, no hitting, only shooting.”

“Ahhh…”

After tossing that stone, Wu finally saw this road was really hard to walk!

The next morning, shortly after Guo Chengyu got up, he received a call from Li Wang.

“Guozi, that guy went crazy!”

Guo feigned a very serious tone, “What? Ran away?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was sitting opposite, heart tightening.

Guo theatrically scolded, “What the hell? Can’t even watch one patient! Yesterday he
was wheeled out barely alive, and now, after so little time, he’s gone crazy?”

Li Wang spoke truthfully, “I just dozed off. He went to the bathroom, and when I entered,
he was gone. He definitely escaped through the window.”

In fact, this person was deliberately let go by Guo Chengyu through Li Wang.

The purpose was simple: first, to make Jiang nervous and more willing to rely on Guo;
second, to catch him again and torture him in private.

The first goal had succeeded; Jiang’s heart was indeed hanging.

As for the second, Guo was confident he had the man trapped again. But for effect, he
shouted angrily into the phone.

“Hurry up and chase him!”

Just as he was about to hang up, Li Wang shouted loudly enough for Jiang to hear.

“Guozi, Guozi, don’t hang up yet, I haven’t finished!”

Guo took the phone back. “What else?”

Li Wang said, “We didn’t catch him!”

Guo sneered. He wasn’t fooled, but the act was good.

“Then send more people to chase. I don’t believe a few healthy guys can’t catch a sick
patient!”

Li Wang said again, “He disappeared. We don’t even know where to chase!”
Jiang’s face grew worse.

Guo felt something was wrong, stepped outside and said to Li Wang, “You’re overacting
a bit, alright? Stop it, you scared Shuai white as a sheet.”

“I didn’t scare him!” Li Wang stomped anxiously, “Meng Tao really went crazy!”

Guo’s tone hardened, “What did you say?”

“My nap was too long. By the time I woke up, the guy really was crazy!”

Guo was annoyed, “You’re really messing things up! Go find him now!”

“We’re looking!”

Guo took a deep breath and forced himself calm.

“Listen, he’s wearing a hospital gown, his target is obvious. It’s not easy to take a taxi
outside the hospital. He can’t have gone far. You don’t have to drive all over. Search just
around the hospital. He’s definitely hiding somewhere.”

“Got it.”

Guo was right. Meng Tao hadn’t gone far. He was in a public bathroom in the hospital,
wearing a stolen long down jacket over the hospital gown, silently smoking.

He’d spent the night with Li Wang and saw that the man wasn’t very clever. He even
guessed Li Wang purposely let him escape. So he avoided the streets and dark places,
instead staying in a crowded, watched spot, knowing Li Wang wouldn’t look there.

Once he waited long enough, and Li Wang was distracted, he could quietly leave the
hospital by taxi.

Wu Suowei, still carrying the pain from being shot, went into battle despite the injury.

There was no other way. This matter was too important. He wouldn’t feel at ease unless
he personally went.

On the way, Wu drove while twisting his hips to relieve discomfort below. He’d drunk
only porridge in the morning and was holding it in. Because of muscle connections, he
didn’t dare urinate yet. The public toilets around here had no stalls, everyone peeing side
by side. How could he go in and embarrass himself?
After passing many crowded, open toilets, Wu pinned his last hope on a hospital
restroom. Hospitals were supposed to have private stalls, right?

But just as he reached the door, someone blocked him.

“Hey man, can you give me a ride?”

Wu was desperate and replied dismissively, “After I pee.”

Meng Tao saw Wu was about to burst and deliberately blocked him.

“If you don’t give me a ride, I won’t let you pee!”

Wu was annoyed. He’d seen a lot of tricks but never someone so shameless.

“If you block me again, I swear I’ll pee on you.”

Meng Tao raised his eyebrows, “Come on!”

Wu wanted to pee on him badly but having to bare his teeth while holding it in was
humiliating. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree.

CHAPTER 141
After Wu Suowei finished in the single stall bathroom, grimacing and panting, he came
out with a relieved expression. Meng Tao was still standing by the sink, and seeing Wu
come out, he raised his chin as if it was his right, “Let’s go!”

Damn, getting a ride and still acting all high and mighty? How annoying can you be?!

If Wu hadn’t agreed beforehand, there was no way he would have picked up someone
like this.

The two just reached the car when Meng Tao caught a strange scent. His eyes vigilantly
scanned around and fixed on a man not far away. Coincidentally, that man’s gaze rested
on Meng Tao’s lower leg.

Meng Tao suddenly realized the hospital gown’s pant leg was still visible outside his
down jacket. He quickly opened the car door, shoved his leg inside, and urged Wu
urgently, “Start the car, now!”

“What’s the rush?” Wu Suowei was still calm and unhurried.

Meng Tao kept glancing back, his expression tense, practically putting all his hopes on
Wu’s steering skills.

“Faster, hurry, someone’s chasing me.”

Wu was much calmer, quickly starting the car and speeding up while teasing, “Are you
acting in a drama or what?”

Meng Tao ignored him, eyes locked on the rearview mirror.

The man who had been staring at Meng Tao was indeed Li Wang. As soon as he
confirmed Meng Tao’s identity, Meng Tao escaped in Wu’s car. Li Wang immediately
informed his teammates at other checkpoints to chase and block the car.

Wu didn’t expect that he, looking like a fool, would still get to do a high-speed chase.

“Turn east!” Meng Tao ordered.

Wu obediently turned east, but Meng Tao suddenly panicked, “Didn’t I say turn east?
Why are you going west?”

“Brother, that’s east.”

Meng Tao rubbed his forehead frustrated, “Sorry, I got confused in the rush.”

A car drove against traffic toward them. Wu sharply turned the wheel, narrowly missing
the other car, then darted into an alley, weaving through twists and turns.

Li Wang soon drove in too, but his car was too wide for the narrow alley. He couldn’t
follow Wu through some of the clear exits. He scratched his head anxiously until a call
came from a brother.

“Wangzi, isn’t that car Chi Cheng’s? Are you sure?”

Li Wang nearly crashed into a trash bin from distraction.

“Of course I’m sure! I’d recognize that guy even if he turned to dust! Are you following
the wrong car?”

“No, both Xiao Zhou and I were watching that exact car, no mistake.”

Li Wang said, “Give me the license plate number.”

The other side repeated it twice.

Li Wang’s face showed surprise. That was Chi Cheng’s previous car, which Wu Suowei
had been driving. Could it be that Chi was secretly conspiring with Wu to get close to
Jiang Xiaoshuai?

Thinking of this, Li Wang immediately called Guo Chengyu to report the urgent
situation.

Guo answered and listened to everything in detail.

“Okay, got it.”

After hanging up, Guo called Wu Suowei.

“What’s up?” Guo asked.

Wu impatiently replied, “I’m out handling stuff, driving now. Talk later if you have
something!”

“Just you alone?”

“Also one passenger.”

After saying that, he threw the phone aside and continued dodging and weaving through
alleys like a maze.

Meng Tao’s sense of direction was poor to begin with; with Wu’s weaving, he was
completely lost.

“Can you even drive?” Meng Tao questioned Wu’s skill.

Wu snorted coldly, “Don’t dare claim great skills, but no one knows these streets better
than me. I’ve been wandering here since I was a kid. My favorite game is to run through
alleys without repeating one. Whoever finishes first wins.”

Meng Tao laughed scornfully. That was exactly Wu’s silly image. Who drags a stranger
around alleys for no reason? Not even enough for gas money!

Guo called Li Wang again, telling him, “Stop chasing.”

“Stop chasing?” Li Wang confirmed.

Guo replied clearly, “Mm-hmm.”

Li Wang notified everyone and all the cars retreated.

Feeling completely rid of the pursuers, Wu breathed a huge sigh of relief, finally escaping
the alley and hitting the main road.

Meng Tao then sized Wu up carefully from head to toe, missing no detail. Especially
between his legs, he looked particularly closely.

Wu, just now tense, finally relaxed and shifted his numb butt. The movement pulled at
the “bullet wound” area and he involuntarily gasped.

Meng Tao smirked, “Had quite a workout last night, huh!”

Wu’s body trembled; a flash of guilt flickered in his eyes.

“What… what do you mean?”

Meng Tao didn’t answer but smiled faintly. He noticed Wu’s foolish spirit reminded him
of Jiang Xiaoshuai’s old style.

After driving for a while longer, Wu glanced at Meng Tao and noticed him adjusting the
bandage on his wrist. Looking closer, Wu saw the hospital gown under Meng Tao’s
jacket.

“You’re not an escaped patient from the hospital, are you?”

Meng Tao sneered, “Your reflexes are pretty sharp.”

“Everyone says that about me,” Wu said loudly. “What happened to your wrist? Suicide
attempt?”

Meng Tao casually nodded, “Yeah, life’s too hopeless. No motivation to live.”

“Why hopeless? Unhappy marriage?”

Meng Tao laughed coldly, “Doesn’t matter if it’s happy or not.”

Wu asked again, “Those people chasing you earlier, doctors? If you weren’t in hospital
but running out like that in panic, aren’t you trying to kill yourself again?”

Meng Tao thought the car had gone far enough and nodded toward Wu.

“So drop me off quickly. Don’t want to die in your car.”

Wu slammed on the brakes.

Meng Tao grabbed the door handle, tugged hard twice but it wouldn’t open. Tried again,
found the door locked.
His chest jolted when suddenly someone hugged him from behind.

“I won’t let you go!” Wu said. “I can’t just watch you make a fool of yourself. Think of
your family, your lover—how painful they’d be if you died!”

“You’re so annoying!” Meng jabbed Wu’s chest hard with his elbow. “I’m just joking.”

Wu held on tight, and in the moment, reached into the toolbox for some rope.

“I don’t believe you. I’m taking you back to the hospital, to your family!”

Meng shouted angrily, “Are you out of your mind?”

“Yeah!” Wu’s eyes hardened. “I’m pulling that cord just to tie you up!”

Without any warning, Wu tied Meng Tao’s arms.

Normally, Meng wouldn’t be so easy to subdue, but he was drained from blood loss and
exhaustion, thought Wu was joking, so he let his guard down and got caught.

Wu wrapped him again and again, tied him up like a dumpling.

Seeing Wu was serious, Meng’s tone softened.

“Handsome guy, don’t joke around. I’m really not suicidal. Please, let me go.”

Wu suddenly laughed loudly and slapped Meng’s face, the slap sounding loud and sharp.

“Meng Tao, you finally got your day!”

Seeing the formerly silly Wu reveal a sharp, keen gaze, Meng’s brows furrowed angrily,
“Who the hell are you?”

“Jiang Xiaoshuai’s apprentice,” Wu said firmly.

“Apprentice?” Meng sized Wu up, “I don’t think I’ve met you before. How did you
recognize me? Did Jiang Xiaoshuai show you my photo? Knowing him, he probably
destroyed all memories about me. Where did you get the photo?”

Wu hated men who always boasted “I know him” like it was something impressive, as if
holding the past lover’s secret was a trophy.

“I’ve never seen you before or looked at your photo. I recognized you all along the way.”

Meng sneered, thinking: just you? You’re a lucky fool.

Wu grabbed Meng’s bangs. “You know how I confirmed your identity?”

“Get your claws off my hair!”

For Meng, messing up his hair was worse than getting punched.

Wu didn’t let go, instead turned Meng’s head and pointed at a distinctive building nearby.

“Seen that? Familiar?”

Meng’s face changed instantly. Of course he’d seen it—that was the inpatient building
with a rounded top.

“With your sense of direction, you still dare to wander? I’ve been around here seven or
eight times!”

Meng stayed silent, looking gloomy.

Wu continued, “You speak with a strong Shanghai accent, have terrible direction, and are
unfamiliar with these roads. That means you haven’t been in Beijing long. Most people
think I’m just having hemorrhoid pain when I shift my butt, but you immediately thought
about that side—shows you’re a G. I asked if your marriage was happy and you weren’t
even uncomfortable, meaning you’re married. A Shanghai guy here less than two days, G
but married to a woman, just arrived and already chased all over town—who else but
you, Meng Tao?”

Meng was shocked despite himself at Wu’s deduction.

Wu added, “Of course, the key to confirming you was your total scumbag vibe.
Authentic! Genuine! One of a kind!”

Then he stepped hard on the gas.

“Let’s go!”

CHAPTER 142
Originally, Wu Suowei wanted to deliver Meng Tao directly to Guo Chengyu, but
thinking about Jiang Xiaoshuai’s current state, if he still pined for old feelings and let
Meng Tao go, that would be way too easy for this guy. Also, if he handed Meng Tao
straight to Guo Chengyu, Guo would surely make him suffer badly, leaving Wu no
chance to intervene later.
After much thought, Wu decided to vent his anger first before handing Meng Tao over.

So, he had to “hide” Meng Tao for a while.

Where to hide him? Definitely not at home — if Chi Cheng saw him secretly keeping a
man, he’d go crazy. Although the new factory was spacious, there were too many people,
and Wu worried about leaks. The best place was the company’s underground warehouse,
which Chi Cheng rarely visited. There was also an archive room, a very hidden spot —
perfect for hiding Meng Tao.

So Wu drove directly to the underground warehouse, dragged Meng Tao out of the car,
and pulled him toward the archive room.

“Let go, I can walk myself,” Meng Tao said coldly.

Wu gave him a sidelong glance. “You’ve got some backbone…”

“Even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t let you touch me. I’m a clean freak, hate physical contact
with others, especially stuff touched by other men.”

Damn! And you think I’m dirty?

Wu let go and stepped back a few paces, then fiercely kicked Meng Tao to the ground.
Meng’s face showed anger, but before he could react, Wu kicked again, making him roll
several times on the floor.

“You said you hate physical contact with me? Don’t worry, I’m not touching you with
my hands. I’m kicking you all the way into the archive room. Screw your grandpa!”

With that, Wu literally kicked Meng Tao step by step into the archive room.

“Just stay there then! I’ll bring you water and food regularly, and come chat with you
anytime.”

After saying that, Wu slammed the archive room door shut.

At noon, after eating outside, Wu specially packed a meal for Meng Tao and brought it
back.

Opening the door, Meng Tao was sitting inside with a gloomy face, eyes closed, looking
like he couldn’t be bothered with Wu at all.

“Hey, buddy, have a bite!” Wu kindly offered a bun to Meng Tao.

Unexpectedly, Meng Tao threw the bun to the ground, deliberately clapped his hands,
and showed a disgusted expression.
“Sorry, I’d rather starve than eat something you touched.”

Wu gave Meng Tao a sly look, then picked up the lunchbox and said softly, “I already
spent the money. Not eating would be a waste, right?”

Meng Tao said, “I’m not going to repeat myself.”

“I, General Manager Wu, am famously stingy. I don’t tolerate waste, especially not food I
bought. If you won’t ‘eat’ what I touched, then you might as well ‘wear’ it!”

Saying that, he poured all the dishes—three meat, one vegetable, plus a bowl of soup—
right over Meng Tao.

Meng Tao’s anger was predictable.

But he neither cursed nor caused a scene. He just sat straight up, eyes mocking Wu.

“Your tantrum reveals your master’s helplessness towards me.”

Wu instantly flew into a rage.

Fine! You have backbone! You remain calm under pressure! I don’t have your patience
or self-control! I’m going to beat you! You can keep shooting daggers with your eyes,
use your mental victory tricks, but I’ll still hit you!!

Wham! Bam! Punches and kicks rained down. If Wu wasn’t physically compromised, it
wouldn’t have ended until Meng’s head was bloody.

Because he was so active during the day and had to work overtime at night, Wu sat at his
desk fighting to stay awake.

“Stop working, go to sleep,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu forced himself, “No, I have to finish organizing this. It’s urgent to deliver tomorrow.”

“I’ll organize it for you. You sleep,” Chi said.

Wu shook his head, “Too many complex new product designs. Some I can’t even
remember. You won’t be able to organize it.”

He kept working.

When Chi went to pee, Wu collapsed on the desk. Looking closer, he was sound asleep,
lips slightly parted as if about to bubble.
Chi thought about Wu’s recent exhaustion and the way he had scolded him last night, and
a trace of pity showed in his eyes.

Little did he know, Wu had been stalling just to torment others and delay his serious
work.

Chi carried Wu to bed and sat at the desk going through miscellaneous materials.

Little vinegar-bun sneaked out of the next room seeing the light on. Usually at this time,
Chi’s bedroom light was off, and when it went out, Little Vinegar obediently climbed
back to his own room. But before leaving, he always wanted to snuggle with Wu a bit.

Seeing the light on tonight, he thought Wu was awake and climbed back onto his bed to
fuss.

Chi glanced sideways and ordered in a low voice, “Your brother is asleep. Stop bothering
him and come to your godfather.”

So the little guy obediently got down and climbed onto Chi’s shoulder.

Because Chi wasn’t familiar with Wu’s new product and had always left the intricate and
detail-demanding work to Wu, he ended up flipping through the materials all night while
Wu could have finished the task in half an hour.

Little Vinegar slept most of the night resting on Chi’s shoulder.

Before dawn, Wu woke up and hurried to the desk. The documents he needed to organize
were printed and neatly placed there. After checking everything carefully, he breathed a
sigh of relief and cuddled up with Chi for a nap.

That morning, when Chi applied medicine to Wu’s injured butt, Wu purposely reminded
him, “Put more on today.”

Chi paused, “Why?”

Wu didn’t dare mention the tough task and just buried his face in the sheets silently.

Chi thought maybe he had been too rough and caused Wu pain, so he added more
ointment for several days—only to be worried for nothing.

These days, Guo Chengyu had been staying at the clinic. Jiang Xiaoshuai usually stayed
home, but now Guo forced him to stay overnight at the clinic too. They didn’t share a
room, which was Guo’s only condition for staying overnight. Jiang slept in the bedroom
inside, Guo sprawled on the sofa outside.
Every night Jiang got up to use the bathroom, Guo would feel restless hearing the water
flow, like ants crawling in his chest.

But every time Jiang came out dazed, tousled hair slow-moving toward the door, pausing
briefly to glance at Guo before going in, Guo just couldn’t bring himself to do anything
to him.

One midnight, Jiang went to the bathroom again. Hearing water, Guo got up from the
sofa and went to the balcony for a smoke.

Seeing Guo gone, Jiang panicked. Without turning on the light, he wandered around the
dark room, eventually stumbling onto the balcony and bumping into Guo as he turned to
enter.

Jiang stared blankly, the fear in his eyes slowly fading to calm.

This clear transformation tightened Guo’s chest and he suddenly pulled Jiang into a hug.

“Shuai Shuai, don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

Jiang never imagined he’d one day feel completely safe just because Guo was there.

Guo smoothed Jiang’s hair, accidentally touching the back of his neck, feeling the cold
sweat there. At that moment, Guo realized the psychological shadow Meng Tao brought
to Jiang was far more than just betrayal and deception.

Early the next morning, before Jiang woke, Wu’s car stopped at the clinic entrance.

Guo stopped him outside.

“What are you here for?” Guo asked.

Wu angrily said, “I brought that idiot over. He delayed my work and pissed me off! This
guy’s too hard to handle — soft or hard, he won’t budge. I’m out of patience. You deal
with him!”

“Where is he?”

“In the trunk.”

He went to open it but Guo held him back.

“Don’t bother opening it. I don’t want to see him.”

Wu was puzzled, “How will you get him out without opening the trunk?”
“Why take him out?”

“How else can you keep him here?”

“I never said I’m keeping him,” Guo’s eyes narrowed slyly.

Wu raised his brows and pointed at Guo’s nose, “What the hell do you mean?”

Guo grabbed Wu’s finger lightly and smiled, “Can’t you tell? If I don’t keep him,
wherever you got him, you take him back there.”

“Hey!” Wu rolled up his sleeves. “You’re messing with me, right? I went through all that
trouble to get him here and you want to return him? I don’t care. If you won’t keep him,
I’ll take him back to Xiao Shuai! I’m done with him—whoever wants him can have
him!”

Just as he was about to rush in, Guo trapped him in a hug, unable to move.

“You absolutely cannot mention this to Jiang Xiaoshuai!”

Wu glared at Guo, grinding his teeth, “You’re so shady! To get my master to side with
you, you kept this secret and made him worry! No way, I’ll tell my master the truth…”
Then he shouted inside, “Master, Shuai, hey…”

Guo clamped a hand over Wu’s mouth and dragged him about ten meters away.

“If you dare say a word, I’ll reveal that you’re Yue Yue’s ex!”

Hearing that, Wu’s face went green.

“You’re so damn sinister!” Wu ground his teeth. “I see through you now! Once I get rid
of this troublemaker, even if you want to be with Xiao Shuai, I’ll come between you and
him.”

Guo laughed without care, “First get rid of your own little troublemaker. Whether you
can stir things up then isn’t your call.”

Wu was furious but dared not argue, so he swallowed his anger and went home.

CHAPTER 143
Right after rejecting Wu Suowei, Guo Chengyu ordered Li Wang to quickly fly to
Shanghai and investigate Meng Tao’s background.
“A native Shanghainese, 31 years old this year, married at 28 to a woman 12 years older
than him. The marriage broke down in less than three years. Now he works as a
marketing manager in a foreign company,” Guo Chengyu recited.

“Gold digger!” Li Wang sighed. “Looks like a leech living off a rich woman.”

Guo’s expression flickered darkly. He tapped the table lightly and said faintly, “Just
because of that, Jiang Xiaoshuai wouldn’t hate him this much, right?”

Li Wang nodded in agreement. “Sure, many people get married due to social pressure.
Those brave enough to come out are rare.”

Guo waited for Li Wang to say more, but Li stopped there.

Logically, Li Wang had put a lot of effort and used multiple connections in Shanghai for
this investigation, so it shouldn’t have come back with such meaningless info. Seeing
Li’s hesitant expression, Guo knew it wasn’t good news.

“I heard Meng Tao and Jiang Xiaoshuai had a fierce conflict before the marriage. That
conflict was the trigger for their breakup and Meng Tao’s rushed marriage,” Guo stared
at Li and asked, “Do you know what the conflict was about?”

Li’s face changed. Under Guo’s intense gaze, he nodded reluctantly.

“After confirming their relationship, Jiang stayed in Shanghai for four years to be with
Meng Tao. During that time, their feelings were very good. But just before Meng’s
wedding, something happened that made Meng completely lose faith in Jiang, decisively
kick him away, and marry his current ex-wife.”

“Enough nonsense!” Guo said harshly. “I just want to know what Jiang did to make
Meng kick him out!”

Li’s eyes darkened. He spoke with difficulty:

“He… was gang-raped.”

At that moment, Guo’s face changed drastically. Over the years, except for the day Guo
officially broke with Chi Cheng, Li had never seen such a strong emotional reaction from
Guo. The room’s atmosphere seemed to drain all air and suffocate them.

After a long silence, Guo quietly asked, “Who was involved back then?”

Li took a deep breath, pulled out a stack of documents from his bag, and laid them on the
table.

“Everyone is listed here.”

Then he reached into a compartment and handed Guo a brown paper bag.

Guo pulled out photos—all showing Meng Tao with another man. The dates on the
photos were from two years ago, shortly after Meng’s marriage, showing he was already
involved with a man other than Jiang Xiaoshuai.

Li quietly said, “This man was Jiang’s close friend, someone who often hung out with
him. After Meng and Jiang broke up, he also cut ties with Jiang. So I think the gang rape
was premeditated, and Jiang knew about it…”

“You mean this guy planned it?” Guo asked.

Li carefully replied, “Besides this guy, I can’t think of any other possibility. He probably
got involved before Meng and Jiang split and deliberately tried to destroy their
relationship with this dirty trick.”

Guo stayed silent.

“You know, Meng Tao has severe OCD. If he saw something so filthy…”

Li couldn’t continue. He never thought he would one day use the word “filthy” regarding
something Guo was involved in. Just as Guo never thought such a scene—something
he’d long been used to—would one day tear his heart apart just thinking about it.

Li asked cautiously, “Shouldn’t Meng Tao be taken out from Wu Suowei’s custody by
now?”

Guo showed great restraint.

“No.”

“Then why keep him there?” Li was anxious.

“Chi Cheng hasn’t noticed him yet.”

Li suddenly understood.

Guo added, “Once this guy comes to me, he’s dead.”

Meng Tao had been starving for five days. Today, when Wu came to deliver food, Meng
surprisingly did not throw it away.

Wu squatted opposite him, happily looking at him.

“Hey, can’t stand it anymore, huh?”

Meng endured with pride. Even though he had to accept charity food out of hunger, he
maintained a disdainful attitude, ignoring Wu’s taunts.

Wu had been messing with him for five days, and his impatience was gone. He no longer
got angry but snatched the steamed bun, threw it on the ground, and stomped it until dust
completely covered it.

Then, Wu stuck a stick into the bun and poked it near Meng’s mouth.

“Eat it.”

Meng’s dark eyes stared at Wu for a moment. Seeing him hesitate, Wu pretended to take
the bun back. Suddenly, Meng grabbed the chopsticks and, swallowing his humiliation,
pulled the bun into his mouth.

Wu laughed wickedly.

After finishing the bun, Meng said with feeling:

“People must do what they must wherever they are. Not every place is suitable for
hygiene. For example, in a toilet, even the cleanest person has to defecate. Another
example: flies naturally become dung beetles when you’re around. Wanting to eat is
unrealistic. Anything you touch is no different from shit. Even if you didn’t stomp the
bun on the ground, eating it still disgusts me.”

Wu noticed every time he talked to Meng, his blood boiled with passion.

“So you’re treating me like a public toilet?”

Meng snorted coldly. “What else do you think?”

Wu nodded, “Fine! Since you don’t mind, I won’t be polite either. When we first met in
the toilet, Grandpa Wu wanted to piss on you as a greeting, but couldn’t because of my
condition. Today, I’ll make up for it.”

Meng’s eyes showed murderous intent.

Wu was about to pull down his pants but suddenly realized if he pissed on this bastard
directly, he’d soil his “little golden bird.” So he turned around, grabbed a bottle, and
poured it full.

Then, wearing an evil smile, he slowly turned back.

“Here’s your gift. Don’t complain it’s too little.”

The stream poured from head down into the collar.

Even humiliated like this, Meng still held his head high, spitting out sharp words:

“Instead of showing off here, you should convince Jiang Xiaoshuai to forget me. That
would really hurt me. Too bad you don’t have the ability.”

Chi Cheng came back from inspecting with the leader, and soon after, the office door
rang.

“Come in.”

A smiling woman walked in — the same ordinary-looking woman who came to pick Chi
Cheng up the day Wu showed up, the one who was seen watching a yellow film at the
door. She had ridden the same car with an old man — Director Li from the Finance
Bureau. This woman was Li Zhilin, Director Li’s daughter.

Since meeting Chi once, Li Zhilin used her identity to drop by the office every few days.

She always talked to Chi briefly. Though she never explicitly said it, it was obvious to
everyone that she liked Chi. Despite Chi’s indifference, Li Zhilin remained optimistic
about their relationship.

“What are you doing?” Li Zhilin sat opposite Chi, staring at him.

Chi flipped through the documents he had spent half the night copying, without lifting his
eyelids.

Li teased, “Still reading? Didn’t expect that.”

She had spent days learning about Chi’s background. A proper lady, she had seen the
world. Knowing all Chi’s flaws, she still regarded them as normal. But she had come by
three times recently and every time Chi was reading — that surprised her.

“You’re not trying to reform for me, are you?” Li asked.

This impossible question finally lifted Chi’s eyelids. He stared at her for half a minute but
said nothing — no words.

Li asked again, “My dad said he wants to invite you over for dinner this weekend. Are
you free?”

“Maybe.”

He closed the book, grabbed his bag, and left.

Li followed and got on the elevator with Chi. No one dared so openly to follow him
except her, so she thought Chi liked her because he didn’t chase her away. To her, Chi
was a very cool guy — anyone who got close would be glared away.

Actually, even if a group of women squeezed into the elevator, Chi would just look
wherever he wanted.

CHAPTER 144
There’s a kind of behavior called “kicking someone and then acting like they owe you.”
Wu Suowei was the best example of this.

Ever since that night he fell asleep on the desk and Chi Cheng finished the rest of his
work for him, Wu Suowei kept pulling the same stunt every day. As soon as he sat down
at the desk, it took less than ten minutes for him to close his eyes. Then Chi Cheng would
carry him to bed. Once Chi Cheng left, Wu’s bright black eyes would start rolling behind
his eyelids with a sly gleam.

Wu’s little schemes were working perfectly. Chi Cheng’s “overtime” helped him rest
fully and kept Chi from eating his usual nightly “feast.”

Before, Wu was busy all day, only bringing work home if absolutely necessary. Now that
things had slowed down, whenever he had free time, he shirked real work and wandered
the warehouse, intentionally leaving tasks for Chi Cheng to handle at night.

The fact proved that Chi Cheng was way more driven than Wu.

Just because Wu said, “You definitely can’t organize this,” Chi Cheng spent over a week
studying, memorizing all the product materials Wu’s company had introduced or newly
developed.

So part of Li Zhilin’s outrageous statement the other day was true: Chi Cheng really had
reformed. But it wasn’t for her—it was for this cunning little devil, who had
“straightened” himself for.

For more than a week, Wu easily fell asleep every day.

After fully recharging, these days when Wu was carried to bed, he felt less secretly
delighted. Counting on fingers, it had been over a week since the last “stick” treatment.
His skin was itching.

So today, Wu deliberately finished his tasks at work and came home empty-handed.
After dinner, he asked Chi Cheng, “Want to shower together?”

Chi said, “I’ll shower before going to bed.”

Wu said, “You don’t have to work night shifts today.”

“I’m used to staying up late. You go first.”

Wu didn’t press further and went to the bathroom alone. While showering, he washed his
little golden bird hard until it stayed firm for a long time. Finally, he wrapped a loose
robe around himself and walked out, staring fixedly at Chi Cheng and pressing his butt on
the bed with a dull thud.

Chi Cheng showed no reaction and calmly sat at the desk reading.

Wu got into bed early, bored, played several hours of the card game Dou Di Zhu, losing
all five accounts’ beans, and Chi still hadn’t come up.

Wu couldn’t wait and kept urging, “Go to sleep earlier. Staying up late is bad for health.”

Chi answered, “I’m used to doing something before sleep, or I won’t rest well.”

“We could do something else!” Wu hinted.

Chi just flipped his book, no response.

Wu pouted, bored, turned over, and waited. After more than two hours, almost dozing
off, he felt the big bed shake.

He cracked open his eyes and saw Chi Cheng getting into bed. Energized, he patted Chi
to remind him, “I’m still awake.”

Chi showed no joy, just a cold expression.

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Waiting for you!” Wu said.

Chi asked casually, “Waiting for what?”

“To sleep with you!” Wu’s eyes glinted mischievously. “How long has it been since we
slept together?”

He especially emphasized the word “sleep.”

Chi ignored his teasing, lay down, rubbed Wu’s forehead, and said, “Then let’s sleep
together.”

Then, he turned off the light.

Chi lay with his back to Wu, his breathing heavy, like a cow lying down.

After a while, Wu still couldn’t sleep, nudged Chi, and asked, “Are you asleep?”

“No.”

Wu flipped Chi over, turned back himself, and said, “Use your finger to write on the back
of my hand. You write, I guess. Let’s see how in sync we are.”

Staying up late playing this kind of game—any guy with a brain knows what it means.
Did Chi not know? In other words, after holding back for so many days, could he not
think about it? But no matter how much he wanted, principles had to be kept.

You wanna ignore me? Fine! Wanna tire me out? Go ahead!

Chi not only wrote but did it artistically, with perfect pressure and clear letters.

Wu’s entire back tingled, and his throat burned as he asked, “Did you write ‘fuck’?”

Unexpectedly, he got a sudden headbutt.

“What are you thinking? It’s ‘sang’ (push/shove), not ‘cao’ (fuck).”

Wu felt embarrassed and angry, like Chi had tricked him on purpose.

Thinking this, Wu flipped Chi again and said, “I write, you guess.”

Chi knew himself well. He knew that if Wu’s finger went on his back, it would be like
sparks turning into a wildfire.

So Chi grabbed Wu’s wrist and said, “Don’t write. I’ll just guess what you want to
write.”

Wu nodded. “Then guess.”

Chi clearly said three words:

“Big donkey whip.”

Wu was shocked. Damn! How was he so accurate? How did he know what Wu wanted to
write? Had he looked in a mirror lately? His face only had those three words written all
over it!

Wu smiled and teased, “How did you guess?”

Wu thought Chi would naturally reply, “Because my mind is full of your big balls.” But
Chi just calmly said, “Random guess.”

A cold wind blew into Wu’s heart.

Still not giving up, Wu pressed half his body onto Chi and dared to call, “Godfather!”

A dirty stick hit Chi’s head, almost knocking him out.

Turning his head, Chi shouted, “You looking for death?”

Actually, Chi wanted to say, “Do you want me to die with you? Can you call me that? Do
you know how serious that is? I already want to stab your heart and mess with you!”

Wu was pushed back three feet by that yell, still not convinced inside.

You think I like calling you that? I’m showing respect and you’re unhappy? Next time,
I’ll call you grandson, grandson!

Wu sulked and turned over, ignoring Chi.

After more than half an hour, Wu’s anger almost faded. Suddenly, he remembered
something and turned to ask, “Hey, are you asleep?”

Could Chi sleep? That “Godfather” still echoed in his ears.

“I’m asking you!” Wu got serious. “How do you torture a man? Make him want to live
but not die?”

“You mean mentally or physically?”

“Physically. Make him suffer terribly, but without endangering life. Afterward, he still
looks normal, no missing arms or legs.”

“Then use torture,” Chi said.

Wu tensed up. “How?”

“Clamp the rods, insert steel wire into the urethra, scorch the ‘cherry’…”
Chi spoke lightly, but Wu shuddered and interrupted, “No, that’s too bloody. Something
lighter?”

“Lighter…” Chi thought, “Electric baton.”

Wu seemed to have seen that in porn and frowned. “Won’t it backfire? Some people even
enjoy it.”

“You’re talking about a massager,” Chi’s eyes turned an unusual shade of red. “I mean an
electric baton.”

“What’s the difference? Both use electricity.”

Chi dug a deep hole in the sheets with his finger and said quietly, “Different currents.”

Wu understood: the electric baton uses a stronger current.

“Could it kill? How painful is it?”

Chi’s breathing was obvious and his voice darkened. “Still a powerful tool for
interrogations. How painful? Connect electrodes to the genitals. Two minutes and you
sweat three catties [~1.5 kg], but you don’t faint. Imagine that feeling…”

Wu broke out in a cold sweat just listening. Definitely better to leave this to Guo
Chengyu. He could pee a few more times.

Just as Wu tried to calm himself, Chi spoke:

“Why are you asking me this?”

Wu shivered, thinking Chi had caught on. Before he could explain, Chi crushed him
under his body. Wu thought: Weird. I teased him half the night with no response, but talk
seriously for a bit and he gets worked up.

The next day was Saturday. After acting as temporary CEO for over a week, Chi Cheng
felt he should visit Wu’s company to see what he was up to, especially since Wu often
shifted work home.

Chi entered the company. Inside, people were laughing, chatting, slacking off—all like
ostriches burying their heads.

Chi went straight to Wu’s office, opened his computer, and checked his browsing history.

All deleted.

No matter, Chi had ways to recover it.

In less than ten minutes, Chi found everything Wu had been sneakily looking at—
violence. Methods of torment, various cruel tricks—all displayed on screen.

Chi moved his hand from the mouse and closed his eyes, pondering. Why would Wu
focus on such things? Was it a fetish? Last night, when Wu talked about it, Chi thought
so, but after a night’s thought, that possibility vanished.

Not to mention extreme tastes, even a simple sex candle could scare Wu badly. Just last
night, when Chi lit that candle, Wu hid in a cabinet, locked the door, and didn’t come out
until the candle burned out.

With such guts, would Wu really be interested in these things?

Wu’s secretary came in, and Chi asked, “What’s the general manager been busy with
lately?”

The secretary was cautious. “Just messy company stuff.”

“Anything in particular?”

“The focus is building the new factory.”

Chi’s tiger-like eyes narrowed. “Besides going to the new factory, where else does he
often go?”

The secretary struggled, thinking hard. Finally gave a vague answer, questioningly:

“The underground warehouse?”

Five minutes later, Chi was in the underground warehouse. Besides stacked goods, a line
of footprints caught his eye. The path to the archive room seemed heavily trodden.

With a click, the heavy lock opened and the door slammed.

Meng Tao squinted toward the doorway.

He wore handcuffs and leg shackles, naked. Not because Wu took his clothes, nor
because he wanted to be naked—his clothes were so foul smelling it was better to freeze.

Chi stared coldly, lips curling in a smirk.

Better at enjoying life than me—I didn’t even dare to keep a sex slave.
 CHAPTER 145
Meng Tao looked at Chi Cheng, feeling vaguely that this visitor was not friendly.

“Who are you?” he asked straight away.

Chi Cheng stood opposite Meng Tao and said calmly, “Inspector.”

This was the underground warehouse. A few inspectors had come before, and Meng Tao
had overheard them chatting outside, but no one dared to push open this particular door.
Since Chi Cheng had come in, it meant he wasn’t just an inspector — either he was here
for trouble or just to stir things up.

“The goods are outside,” Meng Tao said.

“I never inspect dead goods, only live ones,” Chi Cheng replied flatly.

Though his tone was calm, the psychological pressure from Chi Cheng’s gaze was far
fiercer than Wu Suowei’s angry shouting. Under Chi Cheng’s eyes, Meng Tao couldn’t
even curse and had to force himself to stay composed.

“Looks like Jiang Xiaoshuai has learned quite a few skills these past two years, getting
tough guys to back him up, each ready to fight his battles.”

Chi Cheng seemed not to hear and continued in his own way.

“I’m just here to inspect the goods, to see whether our man lost or won.”

With that, he hooked his foot under the iron chain on the ground, sweeping the sole of his
shoe across Meng Tao’s scalp. Before Meng Tao could react, a chain looped around his
neck, and Chi Cheng’s ankle hooked it, flipping Meng Tao straight onto the ground.

Wu Suowei was driving back to the company when his secretary called.

“Manager Wu, you need to come back quickly! Young Master Chi has gone berserk!”

Wu Suowei’s heart skipped a beat. “What happened?”

The secretary’s voice was urgent. “I don’t really know. Young Master Chi went to the
underground warehouse, seemed to see someone sneaking into the archives. Then he
closed the door and started interrogating that person inside. A few inspectors went in
afterward, but they heard terrible screams and all got scared out.”

A sharp electric shock stabbed Wu Suowei’s brain cortex, instantly frying hundreds of
nerves.
Damn, how did it come to this?

By the time he arrived at the company entrance, the seat cushion under Wu was soaked
with sweat.

“Where’s Chi Cheng?” Wu asked the secretary. “Still in the underground warehouse?”

She nodded. “Yes, no one dares to go in now. The screams are terrifying.”

Wu took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

“All right, I’m going to check.”

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered and instructed the secretary,
“Have two people guard the door. Don’t let anyone else in — it looks bad.”

The secretary nodded hastily.

With a trembling heart, Wu Suowei walked toward the underground warehouse, silently
praying, Please don’t misunderstand! That’s not my kept mistress, that’s Jiang
Xiaoshuai’s ex, Guo Chengyu’s rival — I’m just holding him temporarily!!

As Wu slowly pulled the warehouse door open a crack, the screams blasted into his ears,
scaring him out of his wits. Like a fattened pig about to be slaughtered, howling
hysterically under the knife’s chase. Thinking of Meng Tao, so proud, now crying
shamelessly like this, the extent of the torture was unimaginable.

Wu didn’t know how long he walked the less-than-twenty-meter path from the warehouse
entrance to the archive room.

The screams had never stopped and grew louder as he got closer.

The door was open. Wu put his hand on the handle and gently pushed it a bit, peering
inside.

It turned out a true expert torturer needed no props — anything nearby could be used.
Two iron chains and a few bricks were enough to break a rebellious man until he begged
repeatedly.

Both were chained, but Wu tied chains on Meng Tao’s hands and feet, while Chi Cheng
tied chains on Meng Tao’s fingers and toes.

Meng Tao’s thumbs on both hands and feet were tied together behind his back, hanging
face down like a carp in a New Year painting, all his weight concentrated on those four
toes. Not only that, Chi Cheng hooked Meng Tao’s nose with a hook used for hanging
goods, forcing him to tilt his head up.
Suspended in such a difficult pose, within five minutes he was drenched in sweat and in
unbearable pain.

Chi Cheng wasn’t satisfied. He bound Meng Tao’s testicles with six more chains,
hanging more hooks below — just weights, one after another, five jin, ten jin, twenty jin,
all pulling on those two balls.

Not to mention Meng Tao’s soft bones, even a big, burly man would scream until passing
out.

“Spare me... I can’t take it...”

Meng Tao shouted until his throat bled, and the sweat-soaked floor never dried.

Chi Cheng sneered and kicked Meng Tao’s face.

Meng Tao’s whole body swayed in the air, the weights swinging like an old pendulum
with blood streaks oozing out.

“Grandpa... grandpa...”

Meng Tao cried so hard he nearly choked, vomiting from unbearable pain.

Wu Suowei’s legs went weak, feeling like his own balls weren’t his anymore and might
just fall out of his pants. Though no blood was seen, Wu felt the tearing sensation from
that fragile place. Even Wu wanted to call Chi Cheng “grandpa” after seeing Meng Tao.

Too brutal.

Wu couldn’t imagine how an unknown wild man, hidden for days, was tortured like this
by Chi Cheng. If he knew about Wu’s relationship with Yue Yue, he’d probably apply
the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty.

Thinking this, Wu collapsed against the wall, slid to the floor, and somehow got up,
walking out in a daze.

Chi Cheng was relatively merciful and left Meng Tao one breath.

After hundreds of cries of “grandpa,” Meng Tao, once placed on the floor, showed his
true face as a grandson, starting to sow discord.

“Don’t you think you’ve been used?”

Chi Cheng stared at him expressionlessly.

Meng Tao, barely able to crawl, reminded Chi Cheng.

“Guo Chengyu left me here to stir conflict, using others’ hands to punish me, so he can
reap the benefits.”

Chi Cheng didn’t want to waste words, but seeing Meng Tao’s self-righteous and wild
look, he surprisingly offered some pity and said more.

“You don’t really think I mistook you for a sex slave to torture you, do you?”

Meng Tao said nothing, sweat still dripping from his forehead.

Chi Cheng picked up the water bottle Wu had used to pee in and shoved the mouth into
Meng Tao’s mouth.

“Even peeing, you have to secretly funnel it into the bottle? Only you would think about
cheating. People under my protection never starve. Even if you treated yourself like a
dish, appetite is still a question.”

Meng Tao didn’t even have the strength to spit out the bottle’s mouth, only closing his
eyes to breathe heavily.

Chi Cheng said in an ordinary tone, “I’m torturing you not for anything else, but because
you’re tiring out our man.”

After saying this, he snorted and walked out.

Unfortunately, Wu Suowei didn’t hear Chi Cheng’s last words. After leaving the
warehouse, Wu drove frantically but found nowhere to settle. Helpless, he went to the
clinic.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was taking a nap, with Guo Chengyu sitting by his bed, staring at him for
a long time.

Wu was about to enter but was stopped by four tall and burly bodyguards.

One asked roughly, “What do you want?”

Wu was dumbfounded. Where did all these guards come from? Had this place been
rented out? But the medicine shelves and desk were still there... Just then, Guo Chengyu
came out.

“Let me see my master quickly,” Wu said urgently.

Guo Chengyu looked at Wu warily. “Why see him?”

“I really need him now!” Wu’s eyes teared up. “I’m broken.”
Guo Chengyu showed no sympathy and turned Wu toward the door. “Go do what you
need to do, don’t cause trouble. I just cheered Shuai up a little, don’t upset him again.”

“No way! I can’t live without him! He’s my mental support!” Wu looked pained.

Guo Chengyu was firm. “Go, go, go, go play somewhere else.”

Wu got angry. “Guo Chengyu, you dare act tough with me? You haven’t paid me back
for messing with me yet! Tell me, did you keep Meng Tao to stir trouble between us?”

Guo Chengyu covered Wu’s mouth and threatened, “If you say another word, I’ll expose
your and Yue Yue’s relationship.”

Wu pulled Guo’s hand away angrily. “If you dare, go ahead! I’m ready to die anyway.
I’m here just to spend a few more days with my master.”

Then he pushed inside again.

Just as Guo Chengyu tried to pick Wu up and put him into a car, a voice questioned
behind them, “What are you doing?”

Wu shouted, “Master!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s heart stirred. Just seeing Wu’s face made him feel much better. He
rushed to the door and pulled Wu in without a word, holding him tightly.

“I’ve been dying to see you!” Jiang Xiaoshuai was tearful.

Wu was also moved, feeling fearless with Jiang Xiaoshuai by his side.

Guo Chengyu stood nearby with a dark face. One hadn’t been consoled well, and another
came—this was turning into a refugee camp.

CHAPTER 146
When Wu Suowei arrived, Guo Chengyu was completely neglected — the most obvious
sign was in sleeping arrangements. When Guo Chengyu was around, Jiang Xiaoshuai
never let him enter the bedroom. Now with Wu Suowei here, the two of them slept in the
same bed.

That wasn’t all. Wu Suowei directly told Guo Chengyu, “You’re not needed today, go
home!”
If Jiang Xiaoshuai hadn’t looked a bit better, Guo Chengyu would really have been tied
up and sold to a wild brothel.

It had been a long time since Wu and Jiang slept under the same blanket, and both of
them suffered insomnia.

“Do you think he left?” Wu asked.

Jiang Xiaoshuai said faintly, “Who are you talking about?”

Wu looked at the ceiling. “Guo Chengyu!”

“How would I know?”

Despite saying that, Jiang Xiaoshuai was well aware Guo Chengyu must be outside. He
was a light sleeper; any noise could wake him. The clinic faced a busy street, with
countless vehicles passing by every night, so Jiang rarely slept there.

In these past nights, he woke frequently and could only fall asleep after hearing the faint
snoring and the sound of someone turning and rubbing against the sofa’s leather. He had
become very sensitive to that sound.

Wu Suowei recalled what happened earlier that day, turned over, and hugged Jiang
Xiaoshuai, his dark eyes fixed on him.

“Xiaoshuai, I might have some bad news to tell you.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai had already sensed something.

After Jiang gave a slight nod, Wu continued.

“Your ex-boyfriend… might have been finished off by Chi Cheng.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s body stiffened, his shocked eyes darted to Wu.

“By Chi Cheng?”

Wu hesitated, wanting to say more but stopped.

“How could Chi Cheng do that?” Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t understand.

Wu told Jiang what he saw and heard today, then asked,

“Xiaoshuai, if Chi Cheng accidentally crossed a line and something happened, would you
blame him?”
Jiang glanced at him sideways. “So you’re afraid I’ll take revenge?”

“No, no…” Wu hurried to explain, “I just worry you might get a shadow in your heart
from this, and then we wouldn’t be friends anymore.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was more open-minded than him.

“Don’t worry. Both Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu are tough guys, skilled at torturing but
precise with limits. Even if they pushed someone to the brink of death, they’d still leave
that last breath. They wouldn’t get involved in a murder case.”

Wu Suowei deeply understood this.

He later heard from Gangzi about that rich second-generation guy who humiliated him in
the street—Yue Yue’s ex before last, Wang Zhenlong. Because he insulted Chi Cheng, he
was hit by a car, declared dead on arrival but resuscitated. Now he’s a high paraplegic,
living in a wheelchair.

They both fell silent for a while before Wu spoke again.

“Xiaoshuai, why does Meng Tao insist you can’t forget him?”

“Of course I can’t forget him,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “I hate him with all my life.”

“Why?”

At this point, Jiang Xiaoshuai saw no need to hide. Since Meng Tao was found, the rotten
truth would come out sooner or later. Better to let it out than have others gossip behind
their backs.

“Do you really want to hear it?” Jiang asked to confirm.

Wu nodded, “I’ve wanted to hear it for a long time.”

Jiang took a breath and poured out everything from back then.

This heartfelt confession shocked Wu far more than Chi Cheng’s story. After hearing Chi
Cheng’s, Wu even cried. This time, he was deeply pained but couldn’t shed a single tear.

He couldn’t imagine how Jiang Xiaoshuai had endured these past two years.

“Xiaoshuai, did it hurt a lot back then?” Wu asked haltingly.

Jiang answered honestly, “I didn’t feel anything. I was drugged and lost consciousness
completely.”
“What about when you woke up? It was painful, right?”

Jiang still shook his head, “I woke up three days later, feeling nothing.”

Wu’s chest jolted, he sat up suddenly, staring wide-eyed at Jiang.

“Could it be he lied to you? Just finding an excuse to dump you?”

“Can photos be faked?”

Wu clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. “If I’d known he was this kind of person, I
would have rushed into that warehouse with Chi Cheng to deal with him. Hanging
weights on him would be too good for him! Should’ve hung him upside down by his
balls!”

Jiang laughed. “Enough, enough.”

Wu was still full of rage. “He treated you like that — why do you still think about him?”

“Because I’m unwilling to accept it, so I’m not letting go.” Wu seemed to understand a
bit — he kept hitting bricks (criticizing) because he still held a sliver of hope. When hope
gradually shattered, he clearly realized love was gone, all unwillingness disappeared, and
he resolutely broke up.

For Jiang Xiaoshuai, he never even got an explanation.

“I really want to find a few tough guys to take down that little bastard who framed you!”

“No need.” Jiang said. “He got brain illness two years ago, half dead already. I visited
him last year; he doesn’t even know who I am.”

Hearing this, Wu felt somewhat balanced inside.

“Serves him right! He deserves it!”

Jiang took a deep breath, his tone much lighter.

“After telling you, I feel a lot better.”

Just then, the sofa legs outside scraped sharply against the floor.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s chest jolted. Could Guo Chengyu have heard something? Listening to
the footsteps fade away, an inexplicable fear engulfed Jiang, like falling into an ice hole.

Wu noticed Jiang’s mood change. He squeezed Jiang’s cold feet between his warm
thighs, pulled Jiang’s hand into his shirt, pressing it against his burning back.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s heart gradually calmed.

Guo Chengyu hadn’t heard anything. He just knew the two were whispering and roughly
guessed the topic. Unable to sleep, he opened the door and stepped outside to smoke.

One cigarette after another, half a pack finished, his breathing slowly steadied.

Then he tapped on the window frame.

Immediately, the place inside exploded.

Wu Suowei was sleeping groggily. Hearing the noise, he was startled awake. There was
no helping it — Chi Cheng had jumped in through that window before. He had
psychological shadows about it!

“God, is Chi Cheng here?”

The one who had been so calm saying “Don’t be afraid, I’m here” just moments ago now
shouted in alarm. He jumped out of bed, ran around the room a few times, then hid under
the bed.

“Please don’t say I’m under here!” He even stacked three shoe boxes to block the
entrance.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was also on edge, thinking about someone else, but still had some reason
knowing Meng Tao couldn’t have come here just after being tortured. Still, Jiang peeked
out the window.

There was nothing outside.

Relieved, he slowly walked back and pulled the “big rat” out from under the bed.

Actually, when Jiang looked out, Guo Chengyu was nearby watching him. Jiang’s
anxious eyes gave Guo both satisfaction and a touch of pity.

At first, Guo Chengyu really had no true feelings for Jiang Xiaoshuai — he was just here
for fun.

But from some point on, Jiang’s position in his heart changed.

Maybe when Jiang casually threw tens of thousands out the door; maybe when he
recklessly rushed to save Wu Suowei from a snakebite; or maybe when Jiang cried
holding him tightly, calling another’s name…
A car stopped outside the clinic. A familiar figure stepped out.

Guo Chengyu coldly stared at Chi Cheng, pressing a strong palm against his chest to
block him.

Chi Cheng looked at Guo expressionlessly, his mouth heavy with hostility.

“You even dare stop me?”

Guo Chengyu quietly said, “Whoever stops whom.”

Chi Cheng expressionless reached to twist Guo’s wrist hard. Guo resisted fiercely, his
fingers nearly dislocated but still like a nail hammered into Chi Cheng’s chest.

Neither backed down nor fought, afraid to make noise and wake the just-sleeping Jiang
Xiaoshuai.

Chi Cheng saw this — Guo would rather suffer himself than let harm come to the one
inside.

“No wonder you’re a love saint, playing the infatuation card so hard, no wonder you can
pry open any heart.”

“Flatter me.” Guo Chengyu smiled and hooked Chi Cheng’s shoulder. “Compared to you,
I raised someone deceived and betrayed by others, you raise people who deceive and
betray others — you have higher goals.”

Chi Cheng took out two cigarettes, handed one to Guo, and held one in his mouth.

“I’m not here for anyone. I’m here to bring someone to you.”

Guo glanced toward the car and immediately understood Chi Cheng’s meaning.

“I warn you,” Chi Cheng continued, “This person, do whatever you want, however cruel
and dark is fine. But remember to leave him alive. If he dies, you’ll be next.”

Chi Cheng’s words were a sincere warning. If Guo killed Meng Tao, it would certainly
leave a shadow over Jiang Xiaoshuai again.

Guo snorted coldly. “What if I don’t do that?”

“Don’t care what you do.” Chi Cheng tossed the cigarette butt and walked toward the
door.

Guo followed slowly behind, thinking: Mind your own business.

Chi Cheng gently pushed open the bedroom door. Jiang Xiaoshuai stirred slightly. Wu
Suowei was sleeping like a dead pig, one leg dangling on the floor.

Chi Cheng had wanted to grab the person by the collar and throw him into the car, but out
of humanitarian spirit, he picked up this “pig” and carried him into the car, heading
straight for the slaughterhouse.

Guo Chengyu sneaked into the bedroom, closed the gap, and lay down where Wu had
been.

At first, Jiang Xiaoshuai felt the bed next to him was empty. He reached out, found
someone, slid his foot between the legs, and pressed his hand against the warm back.
Feeling reassured, he fell asleep again.

CHAPTER 147
Early in the morning, a glaring light shot into the room. Meng Tao squinted awake.

The surroundings had changed, and his clothes were different. It was clear he was in
someone else’s hands again.

On the surface, Meng Tao appeared unharmed, no different from when he first arrived,
except for a scar on his wrist. Only he knew the truth: he couldn’t sit up straight or stand,
and couldn’t even urinate normally — he was now half disabled.

After a while, seven or eight people entered the room.

Li Wang squatted down, pinching Meng Tao’s cheek, and asked, “Do you know where
you are?”

Meng Tao stared blankly at Li Wang for a moment, then closed his eyes dully. He knew
exactly where he was but was too lazy to answer.

“Don’t know?” Li Wang sneered, “Then I’ll let you know.”

He pulled out a short snake from his pocket, about finger-thick, and dangled it in front of
Meng Tao. The snake’s tongue flicked at Meng Tao’s face, and Li Wang suddenly
pinched its tail. The snake’s pointed head lunged at Meng Tao’s face, biting hard.

Meng Tao smelled blood and instinctively wiped his face, smearing a streak of blood.

“Poisonous?” he asked Li Wang.

Li Wang laughed loudly, “You’re so optimistic — do you think I’d just let you die from
poison?”

He lifted his chin, and two men came over: one held Meng Tao down while the other
pulled down his pants. Li Wang squatted nearby, grinning, “You’ve never even bloomed,
old chrysanthemum, have you?”

Meng Tao glared angrily, “You bastards only know these low tricks!”

“What tricks you use depend on who you’re dealing with. Someone like you — don’t
expect anything high-class.”

Before he finished speaking, a man smeared something at Meng Tao’s orifice. The
snake’s head immediately slithered in.

Meng Tao twisted his body and let out a terrified shriek.

Li Wang grinned viciously and pinched the snake’s tail hard. The snake began to tear
inside Meng Tao’s intestines. Li Wang pinched repeatedly, the snake crawling further in
as it bit. Eventually, only the snake’s tail tip remained in Li Wang’s hand.

Meng Tao writhed on the floor in pain, screams filling the room.

At that moment, Guo Chengyu calmly walked in, sat on the sofa, and slowly sipped a cup
of water.

Li Wang pinched harder, teasing Guo Chengyu, “Guo, look at how this asshole’s ass is
twisting — so damn slutty!” Then he slapped Meng Tao’s ass, “My hand hasn’t even
touched you yet, why are you acting all loose?”

Indeed, if you didn’t look closely, you wouldn’t see the snake’s tail in Li Wang’s hand or
the rest tearing through Meng Tao’s intestines — just Meng Tao twisting and turning on
the floor.

It was like Chi Cheng had half-killed Meng Tao, but to outsiders, he seemed perfectly
fine.

“Guo Chengyu… you’ll get what’s coming to you… ah…”

Guo Chengyu said nothing, only smiled.

Meng Tao kept cursing, “Doing this… Jiang Xiao… Shuai… will hate you to death…
ah…”

Guo Chengyu still ignored him.

Li Wang suddenly pretended to let go, “I’m releasing it!”

Meng Tao’s pupils shrank, legs trembling violently.

Li Wang sneered, and amid Meng Tao’s hysterical screams, yanked the snake out and
threw it out the window, then patted Meng Tao’s twitching rear.

“Remember, this is Guo’s pet snake paradise. That was just a welcome gift.”

Meng Tao lay on the ground, his intestines twisting in pain, unable to speak.

Li Wang was called out, and the room fell silent.

Guo Chengyu remained calmly seated on the sofa drinking tea, as if he were just here to
watch the show, completely uninvolved.

Meng Tao’s genitals were damaged — that was “his own fault” for “having affairs”
hidden in others’ archives; his intestines torn by the snake were due to a “snake gone out
of control”; the blood loss was from a “suicide attempt”…

All along, Guo Chengyu seemed never to have participated.

But this “kind-hearted, good-looking” guy who kindly called an ambulance, sitting face
to face with Meng Tao without saying a word, gave Meng Tao a bone-deep terror.

Finally, Meng Tao couldn’t hold it anymore and asked.

“What exactly do you want?”

Guo Chengyu still said nothing.

At that moment, Li Wang came in and whispered into Guo’s ear: “All those people were
criminally detained on suspicion of rape. Locked up with that charge, they get gang-raped
so often, who needs us to do anything?”

Guo Chengyu replied indifferently, “Their ‘good’ days are just beginning.”

“There’s one more thing.”

Li Wang rambled a bit more.

After listening, Guo gave Meng Tao a cryptic look.

That look almost crushed Meng Tao’s last mental pillar.

But Guo Chengyu still said nothing, sitting back on the sofa like an outsider.
Li Wang opened a computer, connected remotely, and turned on a screen.

Meng Tao’s eyes suddenly brightened. The large screen showed familiar scenes: the first-
floor lobby of the foreign company where he worked, with a huge display wall in the
center broadcasting various news as usual.

Meng Tao’s face immediately paled, eyes filled with extreme fear and unease.

Li Wang switched the screen. A familiar face appeared — one of Meng Tao’s colleagues
controlling the display content connected to his computer.

“See that?” Li Wang said darkly. “I just have to connect with him and switch the screen
here, and your employees will get a treat.”

From the moment Meng Tao was detained until now, even though Chi Cheng tortured
him to hell and back, he had never looked this hideous.

“What do you want? Ah ah…”

The more Meng Tao raged, the calmer Li Wang was.

“We’re not doing anything. Just staging a big show, letting your bosses and employees
watch a live broadcast.”

Meng Tao’s mind completely broke. His face was everything he cared about. He lived for
others to see. These people could insult him however they wanted — but they mustn’t
trample his dignity in the place he was most proud of.

“If you dare do this, I’ll bash my head in right now!”

Li Wang exchanged a glance with Guo Chengyu, then without hesitation switched the
screen.

Meng Tao saw his own terrified eyes on the screen. He clutched his head, screaming in
pain, collapsed on the floor. Li Wang grabbed his hair, forcing him to look at the screen.

“You want to bash your head in? Go ahead! Now!”

Meng Tao trembled, struggled for a moment, then saw two employees whispering by the
big screen. His head exploded — not suicide but kowtowing, begging Li Wang
repeatedly.

“Please, turn it off, turn it off.”

Li Wang’s words were full of sarcasm: “To save face in front of acquaintances, you’ll
grovel before strangers — you really are vain.”
More and more people gathered in front of the company’s display screen. Meng Tao was
driven nearly mad, his face pressed to the ground, crying out in despair, “Where’s Jiang
Xiaoshuai? Xiao Shuai! Xiao Shuai! … You misunderstood me, I never was with Zhao
Lu…”

Zhao Lu was the bitter fruit of Jiang Xiaoshuai’s ill-fated friendship.

Guo Chengyu gave Li Wang a signal. Li Wang cut off both connections.

Half an hour later, Jiang Xiaoshuai entered the room.

By now, Meng Tao was forcibly held in a chair, dressed neatly and cleanly, only his
complexion looked a bit pale.

“Xiao Shuai, did you always think that Zhao Lu and I were already hooking up before we
broke up? That it was Zhao Lu who got you into trouble, and gave me the photos, making
me disgusted with you after seeing them, which finally caused our breakup?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai coldly retorted, “Otherwise?”

Meng Tao said, “Actually, it was all me.”

Jiang’s eyes fixed steadily.

Meng Tao continued, “I hired those people. I had them take the photos and gave them to
myself. Zhao Lu did like me, but I didn’t feel anything for him. After we broke up, I got
together with him just to use him as a scapegoat — so when you mistakenly thought it
was him, I was just the one being fooled.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai showed no emotional fluctuation, his voice calm as before.

“Why?” he asked Meng Tao.

Meng Tao said, “Because I’m getting married. I want the respect and social status normal
people have. But you were so naive then — so naive that I didn’t even have to say a
word, I could guess how angry and disdainful you would look when I said ‘marriage.’ I
didn’t want to ruin the image you had of me. I wanted you to think I wasn’t vulgar or
weak, and that my decision to marry was retaliation for being hurt by you.”
 CHAPTER 148
“Shuai, do you know? Everything I’ve done was to maintain our relationship. I didn’t
want to break up with you, but I didn’t want to lose my privileged social status either.
This was the only way.”

“I was sincere with you, but my pride wouldn’t allow me to beg you to accept my
marriage, to continue living a secret affair with me. Only by letting you live in my
shadow could I stop you from being with another man, so I would have enough time to
get rid of that old woman and reunite with you.”

“Do you think that’s possible?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Meng Tao’s throat choked on blood. “Why not? If no one had intervened, that day when I
went to the clinic to find you, I could’ve told you the truth. Actually, they never touched
you; the photos were deliberately posed, and the semen on them was from themselves.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai shuddered violently. “Who can prove that?”

“Guo Chengyu can.” Meng Tao’s resolute gaze swept over Guo Chengyu not far away.
“The men I hired were all straight; they weren’t interested in men at all.”

Guo Chengyu said nothing. Li Wang spoke for him.

“That’s right. After these men were detained, they each underwent three sexual
orientation tests, all normal.”

A thunderclap exploded over Jiang Xiaoshuai’s head, numbing him all over, and it took a
long time for sensation to return.

“So back then, you kept a backup plan, planning to dump that old woman once you were
successful and famous. Then you’d bring this so-called ‘truth’ to me, telling me it was all
a misunderstanding, telling me you divorced for me, waiting for me to be moved to tears
and reunite with you, right?”

Meng Tao said nothing, but his eyes silently agreed.

“So that’s your so-called chance to rekindle things if they hadn’t exposed you?” Jiang
Xiaoshuai asked again.

Meng Tao said, “Xiaoshuai, no matter what I’ve done, my feelings for you are real. I
think about you every moment of these past two years. I know you think about me too. I
know you can’t let me go, so I’m willing to set aside all grudges and worries and come
find you.”
“Set aside grudges?” Jiang Xiaoshuai snorted. “You use that word well. What right do
you have to hold grudges against me? Your salary’s less than a snake market manager’s?
Your history of marriages to rich women? Or your colorful affairs?”

Once he said this, everyone in the room laughed.

Li Wang couldn’t help but chime in, “Big brother, go ask on the street — with your
background, who wouldn’t hold grudges against you?”

Meng Tao ignored the mocking words, eyes fixed only on Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Don’t cover your kind and sincere heart with that cold, arrogant mask. No matter how
sharp your words, your heart is soft. You’re still the Jiang Xiaoshuai I first met.
Xiaoshuai, I know before I made you love me so humbly and weakly. I know you’re
unbalanced inside and can’t let go. I’m willing to apologize in front of so many people,
bow my head, and earnestly beg you to be with me again.”

Li Wang wanted to rip his own ears off. Guo Chengyu’s expression remained calm.

Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly leaned toward Meng Tao and softly said, “If I told you that I
already knew what they did to you these days, would you still want me?”

Meng Tao’s bruised lips trembled uncontrollably. “Impossible!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai smiled, “You lost your sexual function front and back, right? Can’t
urinate or defecate normally? Can’t sit or stand straight? With this second-rate disabled
body, if you want me, I wouldn’t even dare want you.”

With that, he clapped his hands and turned toward the door.

Meng Tao tried to grab Jiang Xiaoshuai, but couldn’t even lift his arm. He could only
scream from his broken heart, “Xiaoshuai, you can’t go! If you leave, they won’t spare
me! Xiaoshuai, you can’t treat me like this!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai pushed open the door and breathed in fresh air.

In that instant, he let everything go.

He had imagined many possibilities, each cutting his heart like a knife. He thought when
Meng Tao admitted everything, he’d be utterly crushed. Unexpectedly, a truth uglier than
imagined brought an inexplicable relief — like uprooting a rotten tree from his heart,
making him feel light.

In fact, he’d long stopped loving.

He just hadn’t had the right moment to fully accept the fact.
Guo Chengyu also stood and left.

Only Li Wang and seven or eight men remained in the room. The men, well trained, put
on their clothes and masks, and slowly approached Meng Tao from all directions.

Meng Tao’s face was pale as paper. “What are you going to do?”

Li Wang spoke for them: “Relax, they’re straight guys. They won’t touch you, just jerk
off in front of the camera and then spray on you.”

“No!!!” Meng Tao choked on blood. “You’re inhuman!”

“Inhuman?” Li Wang laughed. “We learned it from you. But we’re better than you — we
won’t give you illegal drugs. We’ll keep you awake to watch this shocking spectacle.”

Meng Tao was pressed to the ground by seven or eight men, struggling like a trapped
beast.

“Don’t force me... don’t force me... ah...”

Li Wang calmly walked to the computer, paused his finger over the mouse for a moment,
then, under Meng Tao’s terrified gaze, gently clicked.

“Connect.”

A blinding light shone, and Meng Tao cried out in despair.

“Xiaoshuai, save me, save me...”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s steps abruptly stopped halfway. He turned his head — Guo Chengyu
was indeed behind him.

“Who let you sleep in my bed last night?” Guo asked coldly.

Guo stepped close to Jiang Xiaoshuai, his voice low, like dandelion fluff brushing an ear.

“I got up earlier than you — how did you know I slept in your bed?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s throat tightened, eyes still dark but with a faint light inside.

“Because you have a natural subtle sexy smell. I smelled it as soon as I woke up.”

Guo’s nose pressed against Jiang Xiaoshuai’s forehead. His Adam’s apple bobbed right
in front of him.
“You’re so ‘sensitive,’ old man. Last night when you buried yourself in my arms, I didn’t
smell anything. After I left, I smelled it. Could your nose be like your heart — loving to
run circles around me?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai leaned forward and bit Guo Chengyu’s Adam’s apple sharply.

Guo let out a painful yet sweet growl.

Jiang Xiaoshuai slipped from Guo’s arms and ran wildly, laughing without care — just
like when Guo wasn’t there, and Jiang laughed that way at Wu Suowei.

“If I didn’t run circles with you, how could I block up your coal-like heart?”

After shouting, he ran even more joyfully.

Watching Jiang Xiaoshuai frolic in the yard, Guo Chengyu’s bloodshot eyes cleared of
redness.

Compared to Jiang Xiaoshuai, Wu Suowei was truly miserable.

Their bedroom had a rope-woven cradle, specially designed to satisfy “Chi Guanxi”’s
filming fetish. Last night, Chi Cheng brought Wu Suowei back and put him to sleep in
the cradle.

Wu Suowei initially felt comfortable, gently rocked. But he got more and more tired,
feeling like the ropes couldn’t hold him. When he finally woke up, only four ropes
remained; the net beneath was all cut by You Cheng. He was like a pig stripped naked,
lying on his back, suspended by two frames.

“What do you want to do?” Wu Suowei nervously looked at Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng played with a blade. “Kill you.”

He scraped the blade a few times over Wu Suowei’s buttocks, making Wu shiver with
intense visual stimulation.

Chi Cheng pulled the two movable iron frames apart, stretching Wu Suowei’s bound
limbs wide, forming an embarrassing “big character” shape.

Chi Cheng picked up a camera.

Wu Suowei blushed, pleading, “Don’t film, don’t film, it’s too embarrassing.”

“You’re embarrassed now?” Chi Cheng grinned sinisterly. “You don’t know? You sleep
like this every night. Last night when I carried you back from the clinic, your legs were
spread even wider.”
Wu Suowei stammered, unable to reply.

Chi Cheng said, “With that sleeping pose, how dare you embarrass yourself in someone
else’s bed?”

He pushed the iron frames wider. Wu Suowei forced his legs apart, painfully restrained,
yelling, “Don’t pull, don’t pull, you’ll tear me apart.”

Chi Cheng suddenly thought this training was good — better flexibility could mean more
difficult poses.

So he pulled even more.

Wu Suowei’s inner thighs stretched into enticing lines, hair standing on end, pores
dilated, his privates fully exposed. Chi Cheng’s pupils dilated in heat. Wu Suowei cried
out in pain continuously.

One lit a fire, one fanned it — how could it not ignite?

So Chi Cheng kept going on Wu Suowei’s body, but Wu Suowei didn’t take it lightly. At
first it was pain, then pain and itchiness alternated, until his bones felt soft.

Chi Cheng worked on him in the split position for a while, then moved the frames back,
pulling Wu Suowei’s legs tightly together. Wu Suowei’s thighs instinctively clenched,
making Chi Cheng curse in pleasure.

“So damn tight, I’m about to let you break your legs…”

He grabbed Wu Suowei’s waist and slammed hard against his crotch, the sound loud and
satisfying.

Wu Suowei flailed limbs, twisted his hips, drenched in sweat.

“So good… right there… more… more…”

Just as Wu Suowei neared climax, Chi Cheng tied the tip of his shaft, forced him to drink
a lot of water, and pressed hard on his bladder while pounding.

Wu Suowei struggled, crying out, “I need to pee, need to cum… ugh…”

Chi Cheng forbade it and kept stimulating him.

“Who told you to pee in front of others?”

Wu Suowei was sweating profusely in panic. “I turned my back… not in front of him…
no…”
“You want to do it in front?” Chi Cheng shoved hard again.

“No… no… ugh…”

Chi Cheng played with Wu Suowei until he nearly fainted, then suddenly yanked the
ropes.

A stream shot out. Wu Suowei’s butt twitched uncontrollably, almost dizzy with
pleasure.

When finally freed, Wu Suowei felt like he was falling apart.

Getting stuck with this guy was seriously the worst luck imaginable!

Wu Suowei’s thought remained the same.

“Don’t let me catch you!”

CHAPTER 149
Two months flew by in a blink, and Wu Suowei’s new factory was completed and had
begun mass production.

As the company grew steadily larger and its efficiency improved, its reputation in the
industry became better and better. The specialized recruitment fairs attracted many
talented graduates eager to apply.

Among them was a young man named Lin Yanrui, who had won Wu Suowei’s favor. He
was sharp-looking, efficient, and most importantly, they got along well. Lin often acted
as the assistant to the general manager, helping Wu Suowei handle trivial but heavy tasks,
and sometimes even acted as his driver.

Lin Yanrui admired Wu Suowei greatly since they graduated from the same prestigious
university and were in the same class. Now Wu Suowei had his own company, while Lin
was still struggling.

“President Wu, come have dinner at my place sometime. I always talk about you to my
mom; she really wants to meet you.”

Wu Suowei politely replied, “That’s too much trouble.”

Seeing Wu’s expression, Lin sensed a chance and quickly said, “Then how about tonight?
I’ll call my mom now and ask her to buy the groceries.”
“Don’t call just yet!” Wu Suowei pulled out his phone. “I want to check if I have other
plans first.”

By “other plans,” he meant to be prepared just in case that wild yet secretly anxious
Prince Chi suddenly barged into the home again, scaring the poor old lady.

But before Wu could dial, Chi Cheng’s call came through.

“There’s a dinner meeting at work tonight. I have to check in with the boss first, then I’ll
come pick you up later.”

Wu Suowei laughed hearing that. “You should drink well with the boss, I’ll pick you up
later.”

After hanging up decisively, he gave Lin a thumbs-up.

After work that evening, Lin Yanrui drove Wu Suowei to his home.

“President Wu, my place is pretty humble, just a few small houses. Please don’t look
down on it.”

“What do you mean?” Wu Suowei adjusted his tie in the rearview mirror and said lightly,
“My home is also just a few small houses; I still haven’t bought a new apartment.”

Lin was shocked. “No way! You’re so rich, you haven’t bought a house yet?”

“Ah, these days even a new apartment in a good location with ample space costs over ten
million yuan. I just had some extra money recently and used it to build the new factory.
We’re bringing in new equipment now and have loans due — money’s tight.”

Wu Suowei didn’t mention that his personal savings were also tied up, always dreaming
about saving up for a wife.

Lin nodded. “True. I always thought your company had been around for years. But now
that I think about it, it’s less than a year old. To grow this fast, it’s already pretty
impressive.”

Wu Suowei smugly glanced at his hands, fingernails neatly trimmed.

“Also, I don’t know who I’d buy a house for. My mom doesn’t like it. She can’t stay at
my eldest sister’s for more than a week — she feels cramped and prefers the simplicity of
small houses. Plus, she thinks I work for a state-owned company. If I told her I bought a
house, she’d assume it’s on loan and that I’d be losing sleep over the mortgage.”

Lin was quite surprised. “Your mom doesn’t know you run a company?”
“No.”

“Why not tell her?”

Wu sighed. “You don’t understand — people of her generation are too rigid. They
believe only steady work offers security. No matter how big the business, it might
collapse overnight. She worries a lot. I don’t dare tell her.”

“My mom’s like that too,” Lin said. “She still complains I quit my job at the state
company. People like me, without connections, endure three years there with less than
two thousand yuan a month, less than what my mom makes selling things on the street.
But she still thinks that’s respectable work.”

Wu Suowei smiled but said nothing.

The car drove into a small alley. As Lin had described, the conditions were indeed poor.
The yard was messy, cluttered with junk. A food truck was parked at the door, with a
small stove and cooking utensils — obviously Lin’s mom’s street vendor setup.

Wu Suowei immediately recalled his days as a street vendor.

Hearing movement at the door, Lin’s mother came out wearing a greasy apron. At first
sight of Wu, she was a bit stunned — he looked familiar, but she couldn’t place him.

“Hello, auntie,” Wu greeted first.

Lin’s mom lowered her inspecting gaze and smiled, “Hello, hello, come inside and sit.”

During the meal, Lin’s mom kept staring at Wu, which Lin noticed and immediately
teased her, “Mom, why are you staring so much?”

She said, “I feel like I’ve met him before.”

“Where would you have met him? His company’s in the CBD, and you sell breakfast on
the west side — no chance to cross paths.”

Wu Suowei spoke up, “Actually, I remember you.”

Lin was surprised.

Wu reminded Lin’s mom gently, “You remember, right? We sold breakfast together
before. I came early and took your spot, and you were pretty angry then.”

Lin’s mom suddenly recalled and showed a shocked expression.

“You… you’re that young man?”

Wu smiled and nodded.

Lin’s mom couldn’t believe it — the boss her son admired so much was once the street
vendor she looked down on. Back then, Wu Suowei was the butt of her jokes. She would
mention him to anyone, always comparing him unfavorably to her son, lamenting how
not studying leads nowhere.

Thinking back on those words, she felt her face flush with shame.

“What a good young man, why do that job? Studying is better. My son graduated with a
degree and now works at a state company, sitting in an office every day, no suffering like
that. I always say some people are just born poor…”

But it turned out the vendor made it, while her son in the state company never got far —
and it was this “poor fate” person who gave her son a meal.

Wu Suowei bore no grudge and politely served Lin’s mom a piece of meat.

“Here, auntie, have some more.”

That piece of meat was hard for her to swallow.

After the full meal, Wu Suowei left Lin Yanrui’s home feeling especially refreshed. Not
only had he proudly shown off a bit in front of an “old colleague,” but more importantly,
reflecting on the past, he saw his own growth.

After this year’s transformation, he was no longer impatient at problems. No matter how
big the challenge, he faced it calmly. Life was moving positively forward — every day
was full and beautiful.

They drove to the hotel entrance. Checking the couple’s watch, it was just past 7 pm.

Chi Cheng called and said he’d be out by 8 pm at the latest.

So Wu Suowei casually set his watch forward to 8 pm.

Once he did, Chi Cheng’s watch adjusted too.

The so-called company dinner was really like a family banquet. Li Zhiling invited Chi
Cheng to dinner at home but was refused, so she thought up this plan: asking her dad to
set up a dinner meeting with some leaders as decoration, just to get the young master Chi
out.

Halfway through drinking, Chi Cheng habitually glanced at his watch — it was already 8
pm.
He immediately stood up to leave, “Director Li, I have something to do; I must go.”

Director Li hadn’t even talked much to Chi Cheng yet. How could she let him go without
getting him drunk?

“So soon?! I still have things to say to you.”

Chi Cheng replied coldly, “Another time.”

Li Zhiling tugged at her dad’s sleeve, asking him to help hold Chi back.

But before Director Li’s mouth opened, Chi Cheng’s foot was already outside the door,
leaving no room for his dad to show fatherly love.

Li Zhiling wasn’t willing to give up and ran outside after him.

Chi Cheng had already left the hotel entrance and was walking down the stairs when
suddenly Li Zhiling collided into him hard. If Chi Cheng hadn’t been steady on his feet,
Li would have tumbled down.

Li Zhiling awkwardly adjusted her clothes, panting.

“Sorry, I ran too fast.”

Chi Cheng said nothing and kept walking down the stairs.

Li Zhiling followed and awkwardly joked, “You walk really fast.”

Chi Cheng stopped less than two meters from Wu Suowei’s car and asked Li Zhiling,
“Do you still have something to say?”

Li shook her head and forced a sweet smile.

“No, just here to see you off.”

“Then this is as far as I go. My ride is here.”

Chi Cheng got into the car. Li Zhiling didn’t enter but waved at him from a distance.
From the moment Wu Suowei turned the car and drove away, Li Zhiling never lowered
her hand.

Though Li Zhiling was ordinary-looking and Wu Suowei had only met her once, he
immediately recognized her — she was the woman who two months ago had tried to
soothe his emotions with her looks.
Wu Suowei purposely asked Chi Cheng, “Who’s that girl? She looks so timid but still
dares to come see you off. Strong mental fortitude.”

Chi Cheng said, “Director Li’s daughter.”

Wu Suowei’s mind churned wildly but his face remained calm, not asking another word.

Chi Cheng asked Wu Suowei, “Did you fix your hair during overtime?”

Wu’s heart tightened. “Can you not have such sharp eyes? I just noticed my two
sideburns weren’t even and cut a few hairs — less than ten strands total.”

“Those ten strands fell on your neck, right?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu shrugged — no wonder it was prickly, he hadn’t shaken them off well.

“Blow them off for me,” Wu said.

Chi Cheng blew once, Wu dodged; blew again, Wu dodged.

Chi Cheng finally gave up, held Wu’s neck, and with rough hands pinched off the little
clippings stuck there, one by one.

Later, during intimacy, Wu secretly adjusted his watch to the exact time.

Only then could he change it without Chi Cheng noticing, because when Chi Cheng
looked at the watch, he’d be so happy he’d forget everything else.

“Just this time? Then let’s have another round.”

CHAPTER 150
In June and July, it was the peak season for apricot harvest.

In Wu Suowei’s yard stood a big apricot tree, and by late June, its branches bent under
the weight of fragrant white apricots. Wu Suowei loved apricots the most. Whenever he
had time, he would hang out under the tree, picking and eating, and after two rounds
could easily eat more than a pound.

This year, busy with company affairs, Wu Suowei didn’t have time to stand under the
tree eating apricots. After coming home, he picked the entire tree clean, filling two big
bags full, and carried them to the car.
Wu’s mom hurried after the car with quick steps and anxiously asked, “You’re taking
them all away?”

Wu Suowei replied, “Who else should I leave them for? You have diabetes; the doctor
doesn’t allow you to eat high-sugar fruit.”

“It’s not for me,” Wu’s mom said. “It’s for your little nephew — he loves them. Forgot?”

Wu Suowei frowned. “Didn’t you already give my sister a whole basket? Why still care
about the ones in my car? Seems like you only care about your grandson, but not your
son?”

Wu’s mom was puzzled. How had this kid changed? Before, whenever apricots ripened,
he’d always send them to his sister first, always thinking of others. Now he’d learned to
guard his food.

No choice — before no one cared about him, so he put others first; now that someone
spoiled him, he naturally thought all the good things belonged to him.

“I still need to send some to Chi Cheng,” Wu Suowei found an excuse to justify keeping
some.

Hearing this, Wu’s mom immediately relaxed her brow.

“You should’ve said so! There’s still half a box in the west room, I specially saved it for
Big Chi.”

Wu Suowei muttered, “Why are you so biased? I pick just two bags and you’re unhappy,
but sneakily keep half a box for Chi Cheng!”

“You kid! How can I be unhappy?” Wu’s mom smacked him lightly on the back. “If you
told me earlier you wanted some for Big Chi, how could I be unhappy?”

Wu Suowei was speechless — that’s not unhappy, then what is?

On the way back inside, Wu’s mom said again, “Big Chi came to see me a couple of days
ago, even brought a doctor for a checkup. The doctor said he’d arrange for regular visits
at home, so I wouldn’t have to keep going to the hospital. How come Big Chi treats me
so well?”

Wu Suowei coughed slightly to hide his awkwardness.

“He’s a good person, to everyone.”

Wu’s mom asked again, “Have you gone to see his parents?”
Wu Suowei nearly bit his tongue. Go see his parents? Where would I find the nerve?
Never mind their status, even the responsibility for those twelve expanding rods smashed
on the head — Chi Cheng couldn’t take that!

“Well, no need,” Wu Suowei replied dismissively.

Wu’s mom frowned. “What do you mean no need? You’re so clueless! They came here
to see me; wouldn’t it be proper for you to visit their parents too?”

“For a nobody like me, it’s safer just to watch the Beijing news.”

“What are you mumbling now?”

Wu shook his head. “Nothing. I said his parents are too busy; I’ll visit when they’re free.”

Carrying the dozens of pounds of fragrant white apricots back to the company, Wu
Suowei weighed them before getting out. The half box was indeed heavier than his two
bags, so he took some from that box to put into his own bags.

Even so, looking at the remaining apricots in the box, Wu Suowei felt a bit sorry for
them.

It was Thursday, Wu Suowei’s regular day to pick up Chi Cheng.

After work, he drove to Chi Cheng’s workplace. Stuck in traffic, Wu Suowei took the
opportunity to sneak some apricots from Chi Cheng’s stash.

When he arrived at the finance bureau building, he’d already eaten over half a pound.

Chi Cheng had just stepped down the stairs when Wu Suowei stuck his head out the car
window.

“These are fragrant white apricots from my own place, want to try some?”

After saying this, he tossed one to Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng caught it directly in his mouth, chewing and swallowing before nodding.

“Tastes good.”

Wu Suowei said quietly, “Why don’t you spit out the pit?”

Chi Cheng casually said, “There’s still a pit?”

Damn, never seen anyone like this before. Wu gave Chi a black glare.
Just as Chi Cheng was about to get in the car, Wu Suowei hurriedly said, “Wait, don’t get
in yet. Take the half box of apricots to your office — keep them for daytime snacks.”

“Hold your little jealous brat first,” Chi Cheng said, handing Wu the small jealous plush.

Maybe because of seasonal discomfort, the plush got especially clingy in this month.
Lately, Chi Cheng always brought it to work, playing with it while on the computer, even
saving on the air conditioning.

Wu Suowei opened an apricot only to find a worm inside, which he promptly stuffed into
the plush’s mouth.

Big treasure eats apricot, little treasure eats worm — a warm, loving family.

Chi Cheng carried the box out and bumped into Li Zhiling, just leaving the building.

Running into her once was coincidence, twice was fate, every time was something to talk
about. Wu Suowei thought: I come here once a week; how come I always run into her?
Clearly, someone is hanging around here every day.

“Wow, what a coincidence!” Li Zhiling smiled and greeted Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng nodded slightly and was about to walk inside when Li Zhiling grabbed him
again.

“What’s in your box? Smells so good!”

Chi Cheng answered briefly, “Apricots.”

Most people would add, “You should try some too!” Chi Cheng didn’t, which meant he
had no intention of sharing. But Li Zhiling didn’t see it that way. She thought Chi
Cheng’s silence was just his personality, and with men like him, you can’t be aloof —
you have to be warm and open and start the conversation for him.

“Wow! I want to try some too.”

Wu Suowei thought bitterly, “You could fake it even more? Normally you eat special
supply stuff, why get so excited over this poor man’s local produce?”

Li Zhiling just reached into the box and grabbed one to pop in her mouth.

“Not washed,” Chi Cheng reminded her.

“No matter, looks organic — surely no pesticides.”

Wu Suowei ground his teeth. “Your eyes sure are sharp!”

Li Zhiling finished one and exclaimed how delicious it was, then reached back into the
box.

Normally, Chi Cheng would have just walked away, but since Wu Suowei was there, he
couldn’t show his possessive side. No one dared challenge Prince Chi, but Wu Suowei
dared.

So Chi Cheng stuffed a few apricots into Li Zhiling’s coat pocket and dragged the box
away.

Wu Suowei’s face instantly darkened. Damn it, I didn’t even want to share with him, and
he still stole one! Watching Li Zhiling’s bulging skirt pocket, Wu felt so pained!

But when Chi Cheng got in the car, Wu Suowei relaxed.

Acting as if nothing happened, talking and laughing without mentioning it once.

The next day, Wu Suowei got up early, not for anything else but to pick up Chi Cheng
and keep an eye on the situation.

Sure enough, just as Chi Cheng’s car left the unit, Li Zhiling appeared again from
somewhere.

“Have you eaten breakfast?” She held a bag. “My family’s nanny made soup dumplings,
really delicious. Want to try?”

Chi Cheng replied indifferently, “Already ate.”

Seeing Li Zhiling trying to follow Chi Cheng inside, Wu Suowei stuck his head out the
car and whistled.

Li Zhiling instinctively looked around, eyes landing on Wu Suowei.

Wu, knowing Chi Cheng’s pace well, figured he was already on the third floor, so he
confidently called out, “Sister-in-law, I haven’t eaten breakfast yet.”

Li Zhiling was surprised, pointing to herself, “You’re calling me?”

“Who else but you?”

Li Zhiling felt a faint joy but didn’t show it too much, shyly approaching Wu Suowei’s
car and tentatively asking, “Did you just call me...?”

“Sister-in-law!” Wu said happily.

Li Zhiling feigned anger, “Stop calling me that! Who’s your brother?”

Wu smiled mischievously, “Don’t you know?”

Li Zhiling blushed, “Cut it out, nothing’s happened yet.”

Wu silently scoffed. Don’t worry, it won’t ever happen.

But still sweetly said, “It’s just a matter of time.”

“Did Chi Cheng tell you about us?” Li Zhiling nervously probed.

Damn, so you two actually have something to talk about?

A flash of anger crossed Wu’s eyes, then he teased, “I’m still hungry; can’t think about
anything.”

Li Zhiling pouted, “Okay, all yours.”

She then stuffed the bag into Wu’s car.

Wu wasn’t really hungry; he just wanted to start a conversation.

“Do you know why Chi Cheng doesn’t eat your soup dumplings?”

Li Zhiling said boldly, “He already ate breakfast, right?”

Wu said, “No! He doesn’t like dumplings.”

Li Zhiling’s eyes lit up, “Then what does he like?”

“A lot — some weird European beans, stir-fried rice cakes, pistachios, sunflower seeds,
spicy skewers...” Wu listed a bunch of his own favorite snacks.

“He likes snacks too?” Li Zhiling was quite surprised.

Actually, Chi Cheng’s favorite snack was dried tofu, but Wu hadn’t mentioned that yet.

Li Zhiling quickly entered a nearby supermarket. To keep up the good person act, Wu
followed her in and even told her the brand Chi Cheng liked.

After Li Zhiling left, Wu Suowei bought another set of those snacks himself.

When delivering the snacks to Chi Cheng’s office, Chi wasn’t there; his office door was
closed.

Li Zhiling left the snacks on Chi Cheng’s desk with a note:

“I sent these for you! Make sure you eat them all.”

Then she happily walked out.

When Chi Cheng returned, the note was gone, but there were two big bags of snacks on
the desk.

Chi Cheng often received such things and usually threw them into other offices to be
fought over. Because whoever sent them must be in the unit, and the point was to hint to
that person to stop wasting effort on meaningless things.

But today, seeing that all the snacks were favorites of Big Bao, Chi Cheng’s expression
changed. For once, he actually accepted them.

CHAPTER 151
Not long after Li Zhiling left, Wu Suowei took that exact same pack of snacks and went
around to several offices near Chi Cheng’s, handing out snacks to earn goodwill and
build Chi Cheng’s image as a friendly and united colleague.

“Another round of snacks?” teased Xiao Zhang, who worked next to Chi Cheng. “Who’s
‘sponsoring’ this time?”

Wu Suowei winked at him. “Who do you think?”

Xiao Zhang immediately laughed heartily. “Must be the bureau chief’s daughter! Then
I’ll eat a few more bites — usually we’re the ones giving gifts to her dad, but now it’s our
turn to enjoy the perks.”

Wu Suowei felt both happy and stifled: happy that Chi Cheng’s colleagues were so
cooperative, but stifled because Li Zhiling and Chi Cheng’s interaction had already gone
so deep into everyone’s minds.

That evening, when Wu Suowei came to pick up Chi Cheng, Chi actually threw the snack
bag at him.

“Did you buy this for me?” Wu Suowei asked deliberately.

Chi Cheng replied, “Don’t know who left it on my desk.”

Wu Suowei smiled smugly. “So good, all my favorites.”

Why didn’t Wu Suowei just give the snacks directly to Chi Cheng’s colleagues instead of
buying the exact same pack again? Because eating what others give felt so much better!

After showering that night, Chi Cheng didn’t allow Wu Suowei to put on clothes, making
him lie naked on the bed. Then he parted Wu’s butt cheeks, poured some mysterious
liquid into his hand, and rubbed it onto Wu’s private parts.

Wu Suowei couldn’t help trembling, turning to look at Chi Cheng.

“What are you doing?”

Chi Cheng shook the cup in his hand. “My secret apricot juice — it can make the private
area’s color more pink and tender.”

Wu Suowei didn’t hear the rest, only caught “apricot juice,” immediately grabbing Chi
Cheng’s wrist and asking, “What juice did you say? Apricot juice? Where did you get
apricot juice?”

“Pressed it. So many apricots, no way to waste by just eating them,” Chi Cheng said. “Of
course, apricots are just the main ingredient — I added other stuff too. Didn’t you know
apricots can beautify? Many cosmetics contain apricot kernel oil.”

Wu Suowei didn’t care about that — he only cared about his apricots. Why didn’t they
pass through his mouth first and instead went straight to his digestive system’s end?!!!
Give me back my apricots! You wasteful beast!

Chi Cheng continued his ministrations, rubbing both outside and inside. He liked to open
Wu’s little “cherry blossom” to see the tender flesh inside, so he moisturized all around.

But Wu Suowei wasn’t cooperating at all, still fussing over his precious apricots.

“Why do you have the nerve to ruin my favorite food?”

Chi Cheng said, “For my favorite things.”

Wu Suowei was exasperated. “It’s just a butt, why make it so fancy? Isn’t any color just
dry?”

“That’s different,” Chi Cheng whispered into Wu’s ear. “When it’s pretty pink, I like to
lick more.”

Wu Suowei was speechless.

Lying on the bed, he thought to himself: Just wait, once I find solid proof of your secret
dealings with Li Zhiling, I’ll take you down! And then I’ll return all these dirty tricks
back to you — even worse!
...

As expected, the next day Li Zhiling went to Chi Cheng’s office to check on the
“results.”

But the desk was empty.

Wow, really all eaten?

Yet when Li Zhiling looked down, the trash bin still held the same apricot pits from
yesterday, proving Chi Cheng hadn’t thrown away any trash. This was odd, because the
snacks Li Zhiling gave him included pistachios, sunflower seeds, and such — it was
impossible not to have created any trash.

She rifled through Chi Cheng’s cabinets and drawers, but still found nothing.

Leaning on the doorframe, Li Zhiling pondered: Could he have taken the snacks home to
eat? Or was he hoarding them somewhere out of reluctance to eat?

Just then, Xiao Zhang came out from next door. Seeing Li Zhiling, he got excited and
blurted out:

“Princess Li, quick question — where did you buy those sunflower seeds? The five-spice
flavor is legit.”

Li Zhiling’s heart skipped a beat. “What sunflower seeds?”

Xiao Zhang pointed to the packaging in the trash can. “These seeds — didn’t you buy
them for Mr. Chi? He shared them with me.”

Li Zhiling crossed her arms, adopting a questioning pose.

“Did Chi Cheng go to your place to eat, and you asked him for some?”

Xiao Zhang laughed. “Princess, you’re joking, right? Chi gave me the whole bag, and
also that hawthorn roll on the table — that was from him too.”

Li Zhiling’s expression darkened.

Seeing the situation, Xiao Zhang quickly tried to clear himself.

“Not just me — the office across and the one next door — basically several nearby
offices are sharing. If you went in, they’d definitely applaud and welcome you.”

Li Zhiling was too angry to speak and turned to leave.

Xiao Zhang called after her, “You still haven’t told me where you bought the seeds!”

Li Zhiling’s mind was empty of seeds, filled only with ringing ears.

...

Just as she left Chi Cheng’s unit, she saw Wu Suowei’s car parked not far away.

“Sister-in-law!” Wu Suowei greeted her again.

Li Zhiling, annoyed, walked over to demand an explanation.

“You said Chi Cheng loves those snacks, but when I gave him some, he just shared them
with others?”

“That thing?” Wu Suowei made a mock troubled face. “I was just about to tell you —
don’t put things on Chi Cheng’s desk anymore. He’s too generous, always shares with
colleagues. Eventually everyone got used to taking stuff from his desk without asking.”

Li Zhiling felt reassured.

“Oh, so that’s how it is!”

“Yep.” Wu Suowei smiled. “You thought he disliked what you gave him?”

Li Zhiling pursed her lips. “No, I didn’t think he disliked it — just figured he didn’t
care.”

Wu Suowei, like a trusted big brother, comforted her: “He’s sharp-tongued but soft-
hearted. When we ate together last night, he praised you — said you’re thoughtful,
knowing exactly what he likes.”

Li Zhiling blushed. “But that’s because you reminded him.”

Wu Suowei grinned honestly. “I wouldn’t admit that! Saying it would hurt his feelings.”

Li Zhiling’s trust and fondness for Wu Suowei grew, and she asked a few more
questions.

“Are you Chi Cheng’s driver?”

Wu Suowei hesitated a moment. “Sort of, yeah — also his part-time life assistant.”

And also part-time bed partner and godson.

Li Zhiling’s eyes lit up. “So you’re pretty close to Chi Cheng, right? Besides occasionally
driving him to and from work, do you spend a lot of time with him?”

“Should be quite a bit.” Wu Suowei was a bit reserved. “Often eat together; when he goes
out on business, he’ll call me along; sometimes play cards or something.”

Wu was being very modest but still made Li Zhiling extremely envious.

“Then can you help me pass things to him?”

Without hesitation, Wu said, “Of course! Happy to serve my sister-in-law!”

This made Li Zhiling so happy she almost lost her bearings.

She got in the car and talked to Wu Suowei in detail, asking what else Chi Cheng liked to
eat. Wu reported everything he liked, no exceptions — snacks, fruits, staple foods —
basically anything that could be exploited for benefit.

At last, recalling the soup dumplings from yesterday, Wu reminded her again.

“By the way, Chi praised your nanny’s soup dumplings yesterday.”

Li Zhiling was confused. “But you said Chi doesn’t like dumplings?”

Wu Suowei explained, “Look at who sent those dumplings! He wouldn’t eat them in
front of you, but after I took two bites, he almost went crazy on me — said: ‘Xiao Ling
sent these dumplings? Give them here! Even if I don’t like them, I have to finish them.’”

Li Zhiling was dizzy from the nickname “Xiao Ling” and said at once, “Then tomorrow
I’ll tell the nanny to make extra and save your share too.”

“Thanks, sister-in-law.”

Thanks, sister-in-law, for saving me tomorrow’s meal money.

In the days that followed, Li Zhiling bought lots of delicious food every day and had Wu
Suowei deliver it to Chi Cheng. Wu Suowei not only got free snacks for several days but
also racked up a lot of meal expenses. But he was “generous” — every time Li Zhiling
sent something, he always called her “sister-in-law” and created a loving atmosphere,
making Li Zhiling think she and Chi Cheng were almost a couple, just one thin layer of
glass away from breaking through.

However, sometimes Li Zhiling wondered why Chi Cheng’s attitude toward her hadn’t
really changed. It seemed all the progress came through Wu Suowei’s mouth, while Chi
Cheng himself still wore a cold face.
After being a sucker for a week, Li Zhiling grew impatient.

“Why does Chi Cheng never answer when I call?”

Wu Suowei said, “That’s his habit. Once he’s home, he puts his phone on silent; he
doesn’t like being disturbed during rest. You can add his online chat account. People like
him who don’t like to talk much prefer chatting online.”

Li Zhiling felt much better hearing this.

“Okay, then give me his account.”

So Wu Suowei gave Li Zhiling his little account.

CHAPTER 152
At night, Wu Suowei logged into his little online account on his phone, and sure enough,
he saw that Li Zhiling had added him.

Her nickname was “Galloping Wild”.

At first, Wu Suowei didn’t quite get it — how could a refined lady like Li Zhiling pick
such a fierce username? Later he looked it up and realized it was one of the meanings of
the word “chì chěng” (to gallop).

So Wu Suowei changed his own nickname to “Reins.”

Just as he passed the verification, a cute smiley face popped up from the other side.

She’s really eager... Wu Suowei thought. Though I want you to give up on me soon, if I
want to play the part of Chi Cheng well, I better stay calm.

Five minutes later, Wu Suowei sent a single period (“.”).

Galloping Wild: What does that mean?

Reins: Nothing.

Galloping Wild: Did you eat the fermented ham slices I bought you today?

Reins: Mm-hmm.

Galloping Wild: Were they good?

Reins: Mm-hmm.

Galloping Wild: ...

At that moment, the little jealous one was lying on Wu Suowei’s belly for warmth. Wu
was like a little stove, steaming in summer.

The younger treasure loved warmth, the elder one craved cool — two lively ones, a
perfect pair by nature.

The godfather watching was envious, unsure if he envied the younger’s clinginess or the
elder’s protectiveness. He reached out to try and take the little jealous one away, but was
met with Wu Suowei’s strong objection.

“Don’t take him, I get hot as soon as he leaves.”

“Then turn on the AC,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei’s eyes locked on his phone screen. “If I turn on AC, I get diarrhea.”

Anything gut-related and threatening makes Chi Cheng back off for sure.

His phone chimed again.

Galloping Wild: Why are you usually so cold to me?

Reins: I’m not.

Galloping Wild: Yes, you are.

Just as “Reins” was about to reply, the little jealous one mischievously pushed aside Wu
Suowei’s underwear and crawled in, spotting the big balls—still two, much to his
delight—and bit down.

Reins: Ahhhhhhh!

Galloping Wild: ??? What happened?

Wu Suowei wiped sweat off his forehead and replied with a single word: “Urgent.”

Galloping Wild: Urgent what?

Wu Suowei had just typed a character when Chi Cheng bit a sensitive spot on his left
chest, making his body uncontrollably shudder. His fingers poked at the screen rapidly,
forming a very clear phrase: “Urgently want to f*** you,” and sent it.
Don’t question this amazing coincidence. The “urgent” was typed by Wu Suowei; the
system automatically paired “want to” next. This account was their secret account for
sexting across distances, and “f*** you” was the top phrase, so…

Chi Cheng’s dark eyes raked Wu Suowei’s handsome face, and he asked in a low voice,
“Who are you chatting with?”

“Nobody.” Wu Suowei shoved the phone under the pillow.

Chi Cheng teased, “Call me godfather.”

Wu Suowei froze. “You don’t like that name. Last time I joked with you about it, you
scolded me and said I was asking for death.” Wu Suowei held a grudge.

Chi Cheng’s big hand cradled the soft meat. “Because it’s too exciting, so I don’t dare to
hear it.”

Wu Suowei heard that and was even more afraid to say it.

“If you don’t like godfather, then just call me daddy.”

Wu Suowei blushed with shame and anger. “You pervert!”

“Will you call it or not?”

He pouted. “Not even if I die.”

“Not calling? Then I’ll f*** you until you do!”

At 3:30 a.m., after four rounds of nonstop assault from Chi Cheng, Wu Suowei finally
blew his surrender horn.

“Godfather… godfather…”

“Just saying isn’t enough,” Chi Cheng was devilishly playful. “You gotta say what
godfather is doing.”

How could Wu Suowei speak? Just saying “godfather” embarrassed him red-faced.

“No talk?”

The engine revved, relentless thrusting peeled the last bit of Wu Suowei’s dignity away.

“Godfather… is… f***ing me…”

Just that one sentence made Chi Cheng excited for the rest of the night.
They slept until noon the next day. Wu Suowei picked up his phone and saw a flood of
messages that shocked him.

Galloping Wild: How… how can you say those things to me? I’m different from those
others you’ve had. Though you have a bad record, I don’t care, but I always protect
myself. I know men have certain needs — that’s normal — but can you not say such
things to a virgin? You make me scared and bewildered.

Galloping Wild: Why aren’t you replying? Are you mad at me? Even so, I want to say
this: even if we really were together, I wouldn’t let you touch me easily — it’s respect for
both of us.

Galloping Wild: Why ignore me? Do you only want that version of me?

Galloping Wild: If you keep silent, I’m getting scared.

Galloping Wild: Ahhh… can’t sleep.

The rest were all frantic emojis, going crazy all night.

...

Wu Suowei wiped sweat off his forehead. This girl dared to think even more than me.

That afternoon, just arriving at the company, he saw Li Zhiling sitting on the lobby sofa
chatting with Lin Yanrui.

“Our general manager is here,” Lin Yanrui said.

Li Zhiling turned her head, her two dark circles nearly spreading up to her forehead.

“You call yourself Chi Cheng’s driver, but you’re really the general manager.”

Wu Suowei remained humble. “What kind of manager is that in a small broken

company?”

“Small company managers aren’t managers?” Li Zhiling complimented. “Managers in

studios are quite proud of the title.”

Wu Suowei deliberately asked, “You don’t look well. Didn’t sleep well last night?”

Li Zhiling looked troubled. “Yeah, I worried all night.”

Wu Suowei took her to his office, closed the door, and whispered.

“What’s wrong?”
Li Zhiling sighed and told him about that awkward message mishap.

“What do you think he meant? Does he think I’m that kind of casual woman?”

Wu Suowei thought: No meaning, just sent by mistake.

But to humor Li Zhiling’s self-punishing mood, he said, “That’s a normal thought for
men.”

Li Zhiling blushed fiercely. “At work or leisure, does he have some particularly
flirtatious women hitting on him? Is he always entangled with them?”

Wu Suowei smiled. “No, those rumors are nonsense and don’t match facts. I’m with Chi
Cheng all day and haven’t seen him do anything improper with any woman!”

Li Zhiling asked again, “Really?”

“Would I lie to you?”

Hearing that, Li Zhiling relaxed and her confidence grew.

“I’ve hung around Chi Cheng so long, I’ve noticed those women at his company all have
crushes on him, but how many dare to openly seduce him?”

Wu Suowei grumbled silently: Right, they don’t have your guts.

Li Zhiling continued, “Not to be arrogant, but honestly, those women have no chance.
Political alliances are the rule. They run in political circles and know their place. I bet
they know even if they seduce him, they’d just be played with. Better to find a suitable
husband. So far, the only one close to marrying Chi Cheng is me.”

This statement completely overturned Li Zhiling’s image of insecurity, and made Wu

Suowei realize that such deep-rooted superiority wouldn’t be wiped out by a single blow.

Li Zhiling asked, “Hey, do you think Chi Cheng’s libido is really strong?”

Wu Suowei had the most to say on this.

“How do you think?” he asked back.

Li Zhiling blushed. “When he’s with others, is he wild? Sometimes his eyes seem
perverted and dirty. I’m scared he’s like that in bed. Do you think he has some nasty
fetishes?”

Not a virgin? Wu Suowei sneered silently. Virgins can think this thoroughly?
Li Zhiling whispered, “That day I went to his office and leaned over his desk watching
something. He was sitting opposite me. I forgot I was wearing a low-cut top and didn’t
cover up. Then I noticed… down there… he was… aroused… and it was a big one…”
She even gestured.

Wu Suowei really wanted to press Li Zhiling’s head into the ground and stomp it. You
don’t know shit! That’s when he wasn’t aroused! If he were, it’d be even bigger and I
wouldn’t suffer so much!

In the next few days, Wu Suowei, posing as Chi Cheng, flirted with rivals at night,
watching her act innocent and low-key without exposing her. During the day, he chatted
like a close friend with the bureau chief’s daughter, seeing her flaunt wealth and gossip
but said nothing.

One night, “Reins” received a message from “Galloping Wild”:

“Tomorrow is my birthday.”

Wu Suowei finally decided to tighten the reins on that runaway horse, and then throw the
whip-wielding rider off to end this exhausting and ridiculous chapter.

CHAPTER 153
Early the next morning, Wu Suowei saw Li Zhiling and handed her a brocade box.

“Chi Cheng asked me to give this to you.”

Li Zhiling’s face lit up with pleasure, but she quickly pursed her lips.

“There’s no sincerity at all. Why does my birthday gift have to be delivered by someone
else? Can’t he give it to me himself?”

Wu Suowei looked a little embarrassed. “Well… I guess he’s too shy. You see, recently
I’ve been the go-between between you two. After all, there’s still that unspoken boundary
between you. You should give Chi Cheng a chance to show his intentions.”

Li Zhiling quickly caught Wu Suowei’s hint and said frankly, “I’m throwing a birthday
party tonight. It’s the perfect opportunity. You have to make sure Chi Cheng attends.”

Wu Suowei rubbed his forehead. “Isn’t it better if I don’t tell him?”

Li Zhiling thought for a moment. “True. I’ll go find him at work and tell him myself.”
Wu Suowei couldn’t help but think: If Chi Cheng refuses to come, it proves he really has
no feelings for Li Zhiling. Then I will do my best to persuade him. If it succeeds, I won’t
hold it against him.

But if Chi Cheng readily agrees, whether out of personal feelings or to save face, it
proves he still cares about Li Zhiling — which will be a future problem. It’s a bit forced
to blame Chi Cheng for this, but for Wu Suowei, who was obsessed with catching Chi
Cheng’s flaws, this was the only chance to punish him and take revenge for the abuse.

“Oh, and just return this to Chi Cheng too,” Li Zhiling said.

Wu Suowei appreciated her cooperation. This girl was getting smarter.

“Got it. If you’re holding a birthday party, it’d be insincere to just hand over the gift like
this.”

Li Zhiling’s cheeks flushed slightly. “When you give it back to Chi Cheng, be sure to
say: I’m not refusing it, just don’t want it right now. He should understand when it’s
appropriate.”

Wu Suowei smiled, “Don’t worry, if he doesn’t understand, I’ll make sure he does.”

At five in the afternoon, Wu Suowei got a call from Chi Cheng.

“I won’t have dinner with you tonight.”

Wu Suowei’s heart tightened. “What are you going to do?”

“A friend’s birthday.”

Hearing this, Wu Suowei didn’t ask more and hung up. Though it was the best result—he
didn’t have to waste words and could catch Mo Xu’s flaw—he still felt uneasy that Chi
Cheng agreed so easily.

But no matter how uneasy, he had to stay focused. This was the final battle.

He had to end it beautifully.

Thinking that, Wu Suowei left the company and went straight home. He spent some time
arranging things in the bedroom, then immediately went to the hotel where Li Zhiling
was hosting the birthday party. He parked in a hidden corner and rented a room across the
street, setting up a high-definition telescope to observe closely.

Around seven, Li Zhiling’s friends and family arrived in the banquet hall.
The only elders present were Li Zhiling’s parents, which made Wu Suowei quietly
relieved—too many elders would make things harder to handle. The rest were Li
Zhiling’s close friends, colleagues, and schoolmates—fewer than twenty in total.

Then there was Chi Cheng and his colleagues—mainly a few women from adjacent
offices, the relatively good-looking singles at work. The purpose of inviting them was
clear: to announce her status and make those who usually gossiped behind her back shut
up.

Wu Suowei saw through the telescope Li Zhiling excitedly chatting with her friends.
Even though Wu couldn’t hear, he could guess the gist.

“Chi Cheng? I think I’ve heard of him.”

“Yeah, he’s quite famous in the rich kids’ circles. Supposedly he loves snakes and never
parts with them.”

“Ah! No way! That’s so scary. I get goosebumps just thinking about snakes. Ling’er,
aren’t you afraid?”

Li Zhiling smiled calmly, “Every time he meets me, he makes sure to put the snakes
away so they don’t scare me.”

“Wow, Ling’er, you’re amazing to handle such a tough guy.”

Li Zhiling shrugged, “Nope. He hasn’t admitted anything yet. Maybe I’m just imagining
it.”

“Oh come on! Didn’t he give you a ring?”

This revelation immediately made a dozen people grab Li Zhiling’s hand to see the ring,
making a ruckus.

“Where? Where? We want to see!”

Li Zhiling barely freed her hand, blushing. “What’s the rush? He hasn’t given it to me
yet!”

A wave of disappointment.

Li Zhiling quickly added, “But he will, someday.”

“Wow, will he propose in front of us?”

That stirred another round of cheers.

“Tell us! How many carats? What style?”

Li Zhiling recalled, “Not a diamond. Looks like a green gem, with a snake pattern around
it. The back of the ring has my logo. Ah, I don’t remember clearly. We’ll find out then.”

At that moment, Chi Cheng and two colleagues walked in.

Describing Chi Cheng’s presence as “a silencer” was perfect. From the moment he
entered, wherever he walked, the noise died down. People involuntarily fell silent—not
because he was stunningly handsome, but because he gave off an intimidating aura that
made you speechless.

Chi Cheng went straight to Director Li, exchanged polite words, then sat down and
smoked by himself.

Wu Suowei’s lens captured Chi Cheng, and his nerves tensed. Unlike others, he observed
Chi Cheng from a different angle.

Damn, he changed clothes! Look at that show-off! Smoking without even pinching the
cigarette with his fingers, acting all cool!

Despite this, Wu Suowei couldn’t stop staring.

The more crowded the place, the more Chi Cheng stood out.

Chi Cheng casually turned his head toward the window, cold eyes focusing on two black
tubes.

Wu Suowei met Chi Cheng’s gaze through the window and was shocked, quickly pulling
his eyes away.

After a while, Wu Suowei looked again. Chi Cheng had changed seats.

He straightened his chest, relieved it was a false alarm.

Everyone arrived, and the birthday party officially started.

It was no different from a typical birthday—just fancier dishes and more elaborate
celebrations. Usually stern Director Li surprisingly showed a gentle side and even sang a
birthday song for his daughter at everyone’s request, showing his fatherly love.

Two hours later, the bottles were empty, and the atmosphere became lively.

Someone started chanting, and everyone joined in.

“Confess, confess, confess…”

Because it was a buffet, there were no fixed seats. Several eyes turned to Chi Cheng, the
guest of honor, who was calmly serving himself food.

“Chi, stop avoiding it. Where’s your gift?”

“Yeah, where’s Lingling’s ring?”

Li Zhiling shyly tugged at the friends inciting the chant, “Stop it.”

“Come on, show us the ring. We can’t wait.”

Chi Cheng was surrounded by people, his expression still indifferent—more accurately,
cold.

“What ring?”

“Playing dumb?” a round-faced girl, a bit tipsy, loudly said, “Ling’er said you already
picked out the ring. What, should we search you?”

At these words, the women surged forward, but Chi Cheng’s fierce glare pushed them
back.

His attitude was extremely cold.

“I don’t know what ring you’re talking about.”

If anyone else said this, they might have dared to continue the fuss. But from Chi
Cheng’s mouth, the room instantly fell silent—no one could salvage the scene.

Li Zhiling suddenly felt extremely awkward. What was going on?

At that moment, a brocade box was quietly passed from the entrance toward them. The
person passing it whispered to the recipient:

“Secretly give this ring to Chi Cheng first. Tell him it’s from him, so Miss Li won’t lose
face in public.”

The first people passing the box all stood near Director Li, acting mysteriously, which
naturally made Director Li suspicious.

Soon the box reached the group making noise and then to the round-faced girl. She was
drunk and handed the box to the even drunker Xiao Zhang, speaking loud enough for
several nearby to hear.

“Secretly give this ring to Chi Cheng and say it’s from him. Don’t embarrass Miss Li in
public!”
This caused laughter nearby. Those further away didn’t hear clearly and asked, “What’s
so mysterious? Is it Chi’s ring arriving?”

Drunken Xiao Zhang raised the box and loudly said, “This wasn’t Chi’s idea. It was
secretly passed by someone. We’re supposed to keep it for him and pretend it’s from
Miss Li. So funny! Hahaha…”

Li Zhiling’s face turned red instantly, about to explain, but was drowned out by the
laughter of Chi Cheng’s colleagues.

Someone opened the box and took out a ring.

The ring was immediately grabbed by the crowd. Those who knew recognized it was just
worth a hundred yuan, but the style matched Li Zhiling’s description perfectly.

“This is glass, right? Not a green gem.”

“Look, it really has a snake pattern.”

“Check underneath—ah, it’s Ling’er’s logo.”

“Ling’er, is this the ring you said Chi Cheng was going to give you?”

Li Zhiling was humiliated but hadn’t exploded yet. Xiao Zhang got upset first.

“Would our Chi use cheap stuff to fool people? Come on, acting but not even sending the
real thing? They want to ruin Chi’s image!”

At this, Li Zhiling’s friend group erupted.

“What’s going on? Didn’t they say Chi wanted to give it?”

“Look at Chi’s face. Does he look like he wants to? He doesn’t even know about the
ring.”

“Uh, maybe even Ling’er doesn’t know clearly?”

“Shh… don’t talk. Let’s just pretend we don’t know.”

Li Zhiling lost control and angrily confronted Chi Cheng, shouting:

“Chi Cheng, what do you mean by this?”

Chi Cheng’s face darkened. He retorted, “What do you mean?”

“You know what you did!” Li Zhiling burst into tears. “If you don’t like me, why did you
accept the things I gave you? I’ve never met such a hypocritical man—hypocritical!”

Chi Cheng calmly pulled out two thick stacks of cash from his wallet and placed them on
the table.

“I bought the ring. The rest I’ll treat as repayment for the snacks you bought me. If it’s
not enough, I’ll pay you back later.”

Li Zhiling stomped angrily, cursing, “Chi Cheng, you’re playing me! Shameless! I hate
you!”

Chi Cheng ignored her, cold-faced, and passed through the crowd. Before leaving, he
greeted Director Li politely.

Just when everyone thought Chi Cheng was in trouble, Director Li surprisingly stood up
and grabbed his hand, apologizing:

“Little Chi, Ling’er is spoiled by us. Don’t take it to heart.”

Mrs. Li, sitting beside Director Li, looked ashamed. She had clearly seen those people
secretly passing the brocade box. Her daughter’s behavior was a disgrace to them.

“Yeah, girls have vanity.”

Chi Cheng said nothing and left straight through the banquet hall door.

Li Zhiling continued to cry and shout, “Dad, you let him bully me and don’t do
anything?!”

Director Li’s face turned dark. “I should do something about you!”

“Dad, do you think I’m being unreasonable too?” Li Zhiling asked.

“I want to believe my daughter, but can you be reliable?” Director Li was furious. “The
rumors about you chasing Chi Cheng have spread everywhere. Do you know how much
damage it caused? I kept quiet, but you only made it worse…”

Li Zhiling suddenly realized she’d taken a big loss.

“Listen to me!” Director Li warned seriously, “Don’t ever step foot in the bureau again.
If I hear any more rumors about you and Chi Cheng, I won’t let it go.”

Li Zhiling cried, “Don’t worry. Even if you want me to go, I won’t go. Not even if you
kill me!”
 CHAPTER 154
Wu Suowei got home just one step ahead of Chi Cheng, feeling a faint thrill inside,
though his face wore a cool, indifferent mask. Although he’d already eaten dinner, he still
bought a meal on the way back, placed it on the table, and ate slowly and methodically,
acting like he had no appetite.

Half an hour later, Chi Cheng finally came home.

He reeked of strong alcohol but walked steadily and was clearly sober in mind.

He went to the bedroom to change clothes. After changing, he stood on the balcony and
smoked a cigarette. Seeing that Wu Suowei hadn’t come out, he stubbed out the cigarette
and walked toward the dining room.

Wu Suowei heard the door and glanced over but said nothing, turning back to his meal.

Chi Cheng sat opposite Wu Suowei and asked, “Eating so late?”

Wu Suowei silently nodded. He chewed a stalk of green vegetable over a hundred times,
flawlessly playing the role of someone disinterested and tasteless.

Chi Cheng stared at him for a while, his tone still gentle.

“What were you doing before?”

Wu Suowei answered calmly, “Waiting for you.”

Seeing Wu Suowei’s gloomy, sulky expression, Chi Cheng’s heart softened. He reached
out a big hand and rubbed Wu Suowei’s face, only to be clearly pushed away.

“Are you mad at me?” Chi Cheng asked again. “You’re upset because I went to someone
else’s birthday and didn’t take care of you?”

Originally, Wu Suowei’s slight resentment had melted away, replaced by a small secret
happiness. But after Chi Cheng said that, a sourness crept into his heart. He put down his
chopsticks and stopped eating, leaving a big plate of leftovers for Chi Cheng, then
silently walked to the bedroom with heavy steps.

After washing up, he lay in bed with his back facing Chi Cheng. There was enough space
between them for a train to pass through.

Wu Suowei radiated a gloomy aura—as if he had done something wrong but stubbornly
refused to admit it, even trying to blame others.

Someone who acts like a troublemaker must have a formidable person behind them.
Chi Cheng was that person.

He stretched his powerful long legs over and crossed Wu Suowei’s waist, his sole resting
on Wu Suowei’s lower abdomen, then gave a sudden hook. Wu Suowei rolled twice like
a cool mat and was immediately pulled into Chi Cheng’s arms.

Chi Cheng’s large hand slipped inside Wu Suowei’s clothes.

Wu Suowei pushed back hard, eyes full of fierce determination.

“Don’t touch me!”

Chi Cheng asked knowingly, “Why don’t you want me to touch you?”

Wu Suowei’s tone was sharp and pointed. “Who told you to go to her birthday party?
Who told you to drink so much and come back so late? You knew she liked you and still
accepted her invitation! How is this any different from you running into a rich, beautiful
woman? You can mess with me, but I’m not allowed to ignore you?”

Ignoring the meddling behavior, Wu Suowei actually made some sense.

Chi Cheng held Wu Suowei’s struggling body firmly and said steadily, “I went to her
birthday purely to save face for our boss. It has nothing to do with her personally.”

“You can say whatever you want!” Wu Suowei wouldn’t give in. “If your boss invites
you to dinner again abusing his position, will you go eagerly again?”

“He has invited me before, whether I went or not, you know that.”

Wu Suowei realized Chi Cheng’s words were impeccable, almost impossible to refute.
Since he couldn’t find a loophole, he decided not to waste words and went straight to
action!

Smack! Smack!

Two sharp slaps landed before Chi Cheng could react. Both his hands were cuffed to the
headboard.

The skilled thief had finally succeeded!

Thinking of Chi Cheng’s agility, Wu Suowei thought tying just the hands wasn’t safe
enough, so he tied his feet too.

“I don’t care what your intentions were. I just don’t like you going to someone else’s
birthday! I know how much you drank! I know you were drunk! You even used a photo
to frame Mo Xu for abusing me cruelly. Today, I’m going to make you taste the same
bitterness.”

With that, he pulled out two tools:

A thin electric wire and a bottle of chili oil.

Don’t think the wire was for electrocuting Chi Cheng; Wu Suowei didn’t dare that. The
soft, moderately stiff wire was for whipping. The thinner the object used to whip, the
sharper the pain, and it wouldn’t cause serious injury. Compared to a belt, which can only
hit thick flesh, a wire could target more sensitive spots.

The chili oil had a low pepper content but still caused a notable burning sensation on the
skin.

To increase Chi Cheng’s pain, Wu Suowei decided to get him aroused first, then punish
him—that kind of torment would be truly torturous.

“For going to a birthday party, you even changed clothes?” Wu Suowei bared his sharp
tooth in a smirk.

He hadn’t forgotten how Chi Cheng had harshly scolded him before for showing too
much skin and changing hairstyles. Now that he caught him wearing flashy new clothes,
Wu Suowei had to settle the score properly.

“How did you know I changed clothes?” Chi Cheng asked deliberately.

He did change clothes for the party, but changed back after coming home. Wu Suowei
had been hiding in the dining room during the change, so he couldn’t have seen.

Wu Suowei played dumb: “Why do you care how I know? The point is, you changed!
Hey… now that you mention it, why’d you change back if you’re not guilty? Trying to
hide it from me?”

After speaking, he roughly tore open Chi Cheng’s loungewear, stripped him bare, and
tossed the clothes aside. A naked male god stood before him.

Wu Suowei’s lust was no longer hidden. His lecherous gaze roamed openly over Chi
Cheng’s body, and his oily voice said:

“Your chest muscles are full, the muscle tone is tempting, your manhood is large and
mighty, and your body hair is thick and dark.”

If anyone else said this stiffly as a pick-up line, Chi Cheng would either kick them out or
laugh tolerantly. But coming from Wu Suowei, Chi Cheng could sense all sorts of
meanings—seductive, enticing, intimidating, torturous...
His breath grew heavier, hands clenched into fists.

Hearing the cuffs clink, Wu Suowei felt a surge of conquest. He threw a leg across Chi
Cheng’s waist, straddling his lower belly, and poured some arousal oil onto his hand.

Then, he started applying it from Chi Cheng’s earlobe, down to his neck, along the strong
Adam’s apple, finally to his chest. His slippery hand kneaded Chi Cheng’s pecs
forcefully, fingernails occasionally scratching the raised part between.

Chi Cheng’s masculine lips let out a heavy breath, red flames blooming in his pupils.

Wu Suowei laughed as he leaned close to whisper teasingly, “Your voice is very sexy.”

For Chi Cheng, what was sexy was Wu Suowei’s invasive touch making heat rise in his
lower belly.

Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of crisis, fearing that if things continued, Wu Suowei
might turn into a demon even he couldn’t control.

“I like this restrained expression of yours,” Wu Suowei continued, intoxicated with

himself.

Chi Cheng’s wrists were rubbed raw by the cuffs, bleeding red marks.

Wu Suowei smiled satisfied seeing Chi Cheng’s giant erection standing straight up,
pointing hotly at Wu Suowei’s eyes. He sneered, picked up the wire, and gave Chi
Cheng’s hard member a quick whip.

Chi Cheng’s hips jerked, a muffled groan escaping unexpectedly.

Wu Suowei caught Chi Cheng’s pained expression from the corner of his eye and felt a
bit sorry. “Does it hurt?”

Chi Cheng stayed silent, a hard line tightening along his neck.

This response awakened Wu Suowei’s beast side. He whipped several more times,
cursing while pulling the wire:

“You dare to get horny for no reason! You dare to abuse me every night! I’ll whip you to
death! To death!”

Seeing Chi Cheng grit his teeth, muscles tense like iron, Wu Suowei felt extremely
satisfied.

Whipping wasn’t enough. He applied chili oil and whipped again, whipping until the
railings and cuffs clanged loudly, as if about to break.
Chi Cheng did feel pain, but compared to the pleasure, it was nothing.

The whipping and burning made his crotch feel like it was on fire, blood pumping wildly.

Then Wu Suowei suddenly took Chi Cheng’s burning member into his mouth, and the
temperature soared. Chi Cheng nearly exploded.

Wu Suowei sucked and licked while teasing Chi Cheng with his eyes.

You want it? Too bad, you don’t get it!

Then he put a ring and a vibrating egg on Chi Cheng’s big member, stimulating it but
forbidding release.

He straddled Chi Cheng’s neck, pushed the already hard little beast into Chi Cheng’s
mouth, grabbed his head, and moved roughly, commanding like a queen:

“Use your tongue well. Suck hard for me...”

This version of Wu Suowei bewitched Chi Cheng.

After indulging himself, Wu Suowei turned his attention back down, whipping Chi
Cheng’s balls with the wire again.

You keep teasing me about my big balls all day! Today, I’ll make you embarrassed!

He threw away the wire, took Chi Cheng’s member in his mouth, and bit down, making
popping sounds.

The bed shook violently.

Wu Suowei began playing with Chi Cheng’s strong ass, slapping it twice. He glanced at
Chi Cheng—who glared at him fiercely—and Wu Suowei showed off his boldness.

“Today it’s my turn to eat you once.”

Chi Cheng’s voice was sinister. “Don’t even think about it.”

“That’s not for you to decide,” Wu Suowei teased as he toyed with the cuffs. “Made of
imported steel. Unless you break your wrists, don’t expect to escape.”

Then his finger jabbed hard at Chi Cheng’s sensitive spot.

Chi Cheng showed his sharp fangs. “I warn you, don’t play with fire***.”

“Hahaha... Does your warning mean anything?”

Chi Cheng clenched his fists, knuckles cracking loudly.

Wu Suowei stared at him, full of arrogance. “Aren’t you a seventh-level sanda fighter?
Why so scared today? If you have the guts, break the cuffs and show me.”

The cuffs clattered.

Wu Suowei laughed arrogantly, completely ignoring Chi Cheng’s fierce aura, and
reached for the lubricant.

Bang!

The whole bed shook violently.

Wu Suowei trembled and turned his head.

“Wow!!”

Scared almost out of bed, Chi Cheng actually sat up!

His lips, like a built-in generator, trembled rapidly. “You... you... you…”

“You” repeated many times, but no coherent words came out.

Chi Cheng’s hands were free but the cuffs weren’t open. The bed rails, made of sturdy
material, showed no obvious damage.

“Do you know how I did it?” Chi Cheng asked.

The previously domineering Wu Suowei now scurried around like a big mouse.

Chi Cheng grabbed the “big mouse,” pulled him by the collar to the headboard, and
lightly touched the rail, saying softly:

“Before you got home and started your setup, I already sawed through every rail joint.”

Wu Suowei, …

CHAPTER 155
Wu Suowei was once again wrongly blamed: he had bought so many things, but in the
end, they were all prepared for someone else.
Chi Cheng cuffed Wu Suowei’s two wrists to the horizontal bar at the head of the bed,
suspending his upper body. His ankles and thighs were bent and tied together, forcing his
legs wide apart.

Chi Cheng held the thin electric wire, casually flicking it twice in his palm, his deep eyes
locking onto Wu Suowei’s anxious gaze.

“This thing is pretty good—you can whip with all your strength without worrying about
breaking it.”

Wu Suowei made a fierce expression. “It can break, and it hurts more than a belt.”

“Is that so?” Chi Cheng dragged the dangling end of the wire across Wu Suowei’s chest
and asked, “Why didn’t you have so many reservations when you whipped me?”

“Because I wasn’t trying hard. I was just playing around,” Wu Suowei argued weakly.

Chi Cheng sneered, “Then I won’t hold back either.”

“I don’t believe you!” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng bit Wu Suowei’s nose and asked back, “You believe me then?”

Wu Suowei was stunned for a moment. Seeing Chi Cheng’s hand already raised, he
shouted urgently, “Don’t!”

Smack!

The first strike landed exactly on the reddened spot on his left chest.

“It hurts.” Wu Suowei frowned tightly.

“Stop pretending,” Chi Cheng pressed his leg down on Wu Suowei’s writhing waist and
said softly, “We haven’t even started for real. The real pain comes after this.”

Then Chi Cheng’s wrists put all their strength into hitting Wu Suowei’s nipples—each
strike fierce and precise. Unlike Wu Suowei’s rapid attacks, Chi Cheng spaced them out,
waiting until the pain fully subsided before hitting again.

“It hurts… Chi Cheng… uh uh…”

Wu Suowei’s waist trembled, face contorted in pain, begging for mercy again and again.

“Hurts, huh?” Chi Cheng paused his assault.

Wu Suowei nodded, eyes wet, his chest a large red patch, nipples swollen and sensitive.
“Then let’s put on some pain relief,” Chi Cheng said, grabbing the chili oil.

Wu Suowei’s eyes widened as he screamed hoarsely, “No, no, ah…”

Chi Cheng poured the oil directly onto Wu Suowei’s two nipples, then rubbed them hard
with his rough thumb, accelerating the burning sensation.

Wu Suowei felt as if his chest was being burned by twin fires—not just pain, but an
indescribable stimulation tugging at his nerves, filling his cries with heavy lust.

The handcuffs clanged noisily against the rail, sparking Chi Cheng’s frenzied beastly
nature.

He moved the electric wire between Wu Suowei’s legs. One hand held Wu Suowei’s
vulnerable spot, while the other wielded the wire at its most sensitive tip.

Wu Suowei shouted, “No, don’t!”

Chi Cheng grinned sinisterly. “You whip me, but I can’t whip you?”

Then—smack!

Right on the small opening oozing clear fluid.

A scorching wave of heat blasted in, and Wu Suowei instantly teared up, shaking his
handcuffs desperately.

“It hurts… it hurts…”

Chi Cheng pointed the wire at the same spot again, saying, “What have you been doing
behind my back lately? Confess one by one. Miss one and get an extra hit.”

“Eating the soup dumplings she bought you… uh uh… texting her behind your back… uh
uh… giving her a fake ring…”

Wu Suowei confessed one thing, and Chi Cheng whipped hard. Wu Suowei wailed and
kept confessing.

“Enough… enough… stop whipping…”

Chi Cheng dipped the wire into the chili oil bottle, then forced Wu Suowei’s tied legs
hard against his chest. His hips were high, the pink opening exposed below Chi Cheng’s
view.
Wu Suowei writhed and screamed desperately. That place really couldn’t be whipped!
The nerves there were densely distributed, barely tolerating a light touch, let alone such
fierce stimulation.

“Don’t… don’t… please…”

Saying that in front of a beast was basically asking for more punishment. Chi Cheng only
glanced at Wu Suowei, and in his terrified eyes slowly raised the wire again.

Smack!

A sharp electric current surged through, almost making Wu Suowei faint.

His anus felt like being bitten by countless little bugs—burning fiercely and itching
unbearably. His trembling buttocks were slick with sweat. The red skin inside the crack
contrasted vividly with the swollen flower in the center, making it look even more
lascivious and delicate.

“I was wrong… I won’t dare next time… Chi Cheng… good Chi Cheng… uh uh…”

Chi Cheng felt it was about time to stop and teach him a lesson, so he threw down the
wire and comforted him by running a gentle tongue over the reddened opening—a
punishment of a different kind.

The hot wave running through made Wu Suowei tremble uncontrollably.

Chi Cheng took the vibrating egg and inserted it into Wu Suowei’s opening, turning it to
the highest setting.

Wu Suowei cried out, his handcuffs jingling loudly as he moved his waist uncontrollably.
His desperate look made Chi Cheng lose his soul.

In bed, Chi Cheng was always the king. The only one who could throw him off balance
was Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei’s desire remained unfulfilled. His fiery gaze locked onto Chi Cheng, his
heated breathing warming the air around them.

Chi Cheng forcibly suppressed his raging desire and sat steadily nearby watching Wu
Suowei.

“What’s wrong?”

Wu Suowei grabbed Chi Cheng’s large member, rubbing it back and forth.

“I want this.”
Chi Cheng’s breathing was unstable. “You said you wanted to fuck me. Why do you
want this now?”

“No, no, come in, come in!” Wu Suowei was impatient and eager.

Chi Cheng continued holding back, enduring the pain in his crotch.

Wu Suowei, pushed to climax by the electric current inside and Chi Cheng’s burning
gaze, sprayed white, accompanied by high-pitched moans.

“Chi Cheng… Chi Cheng…”

Chi Cheng could never resist Wu Suowei’s climax, especially when Wu Suowei called
his name in a hazy state—it could instantly conquer his will.

Unable to hold back any longer, Chi Cheng didn’t remove the vibrating egg but directly
plunged into Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei’s neck shot up sharply. The handcuffs rubbed white marks onto the bed’s
horizontal bar.

“Too deep!!!”

As it turned out, there was no “too deep”—only “even deeper.” Chi Cheng’s aggressive
thrusts raised Wu Suowei’s pitch to the highest.

The vibration at the front of Chi Cheng’s member made him roar, and the two engaged in
a solid, intense “battle.”

No matter how fierce or rough Chi Cheng’s movements were, he instinctively kissed Wu
Suowei, their lips and tongues entwining. Their bodies and hearts perfectly synced. Chi
Cheng’s heart was full of love—a love so deep that his wild desire to torment Wu Suowei
was equally intense.

“My good baby.”

In contrast to the gentle tone, Chi Cheng lifted Wu Suowei’s waist and “loved” him
fiercely, making his baby cry out from excitement.

“No more… no more…”

Wu Suowei, stimulated by the electric current, lost control and cried out, twisting his
waist to avoid Chi Cheng’s thrusts. His whole butt left the sheets. Chi Cheng’s member
continued roaring upward, bouncing Wu Suowei’s suspended buttocks wildly.

“Ahhhh…”
A bomb exploded in his lower belly. The connected points on their bodies ignited in
succession, trembling for tens of seconds—an exhilarating “springtime of heaven and
earth.”

By late night, Wu Suowei was completely spent, lying on Chi Cheng’s chest, his eyes
moist.

“Look at you, what a wimp!” Chi Cheng pretended to be angry, pinching Wu Suowei’s
cheek. “Cry after a few hits? What happened to the guts you showed before?”

Wu Suowei said nothing, turning his head away.

Chi Cheng smiled and bit Wu Suowei’s forehead with his sharp teeth, coaxing, “Didn’t I
let you torment me so many times for nothing?”

“But you didn’t let me fuck!” Wu Suowei was still resentful.

Chi Cheng’s expression faltered.

Wu Suowei buried his face in Chi Cheng’s shoulder pit and cried sadly, “Can’t you let
me do it just once? Even once is enough.”

Chi Cheng put his hand into Wu Suowei’s hair and asked, “You want to sleep with me
just once? Even though I’m extremely against it?”

Wu Suowei said, “I used to be extremely against it too, but I’m willing for you. If you
always oppose me doing this, I’ll feel our relationship is incomplete.”

Chi Cheng held Wu Suowei’s arms tighter and said, “Everyone has a limit they can bear.
Breaking through that limit doesn’t always mean conquest; sometimes it’s destruction
and devastation.”

Wu Suowei tilted his neck, “Don’t talk nonsense with me. I don’t understand. I just want
to sleep with you.”

Chi Cheng’s face darkened. “Enough of this. Go to sleep first.”

Wu Suowei stubbornly refused to close his eyes.

“Wei Wei.”

The two words were said in a warning tone.

Wu Suowei cursed silently but still unwillingly closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep
sleep.
Chi Cheng smoked for two hours straight before finally closing his eyes.

CHAPTER 156
On the weekend, Wu Suowei drove his Fengfeng to the clinic, wanting to see what his
master had been busy with recently since he hadn’t shown up for many days.

But the white coat belonged to Deng, yet the person was no longer Deng.

“Oh, you mean Doctor Jiang? He went out to see a movie.”

Wu Suowei asked, “And you are?”

“I’m a trainee doctor, an assistant to Doctor Jiang.”

Wu Suowei took another look at him and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: Guo Chengyu
really went to great lengths—where did he find such an unbelievably ugly man? Didn’t
he worry that Jiang Xiaoshuai would have nightmares at night?

The ugly guy was really ugly, but he was very gentle.

The ugly guy brought Wu Suowei a glass of water and said, “Doctor Jiang has been out
for a while. He should be back soon.”

Wu Suowei thanked him, took a sip, and started chatting casually with the ugly guy.

“What’s Jiang Xiaoshuai been busy with lately?”

“Oh him?” The ugly guy said slowly, “He was on vacation in the Maldives for the past
two weeks and just got back a couple of days ago.” Two words perfectly described Wu
Suowei’s mood at the moment:

“Damn it!”

Not only was the ugly guy envious, but Wu Suowei was practically drowning in jealousy.
How was this not bullying?

Damn it! Wu Suowei worked his ass off all day at the company like a dog and came
home exhausted like a dog. And while he was stuck with a snake owner, the other guy
was living the high life with food, drink, and fun. Why was he so miserable?

Just then, Jiang Xiaoshuai walked into the clinic with a brisk step.
“Dawei, when did you get here?”

Wu Suowei raised his eyelids. Damn! After a few days, he looked completely
transformed. His handsome face was full of vigor, rosy and full of life, eyes shining with
charm. From inside out, he radiated the happiness of being deeply in love and spoiled.

“Living the good life, huh.” Wu Suowei’s words were tinged with jealousy.

Jiang Xiaoshuai said modestly, “Something like that.”

Wu Suowei gritted his teeth, “Want to bet I’ll hit you?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai smiled casually, then gave some instructions to the ugly guy before
going to the back room to change. Wu Suowei followed him in—not for any other
reason, just to sneak a peek at Jiang Xiaoshuai’s body changes.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Jiang Xiaoshuai’s expression paused.

“Why did you come in here?”

Wu Suowei rubbed his hands together, grinning wickedly.

“Let me see how well your little rosebud’s been taken care of.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled, “What are you thinking? There’s nothing like that between
Guozi and me.”

“Who are you fooling?” Wu Suowei grabbed Jiang Xiaoshuai’s collar and saw a red
mark, clearing his throat.

“See that? That’s ironclad evidence.”

“What ironclad evidence? That’s just a mosquito bite!”

Wu Suowei didn’t believe it for a second.

Jiang Xiaoshuai loosened his collar, exposing a large patch of chest and belly for Wu
Suowei to see.

“If we were really kissing, it wouldn’t be just such a small spot. Look closely, it’s
definitely mosquito bites.” Then he held up his belly, “See this? Also a mosquito bite.”

Wu Suowei half-believed it. “So what’s really going on between you two?”

“Just like that,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

“What does ‘just like that’ mean? Are you two together or not?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai froze for a moment, then muttered vaguely, “Sort of.”

Wu Suowei stared at Jiang Xiaoshuai changing, seeing his upper body bare with fair,
delicate skin. Unable to resist, he reached out to touch him, making Jiang Xiaoshuai jump
three feet.

“Don’t touch me!” Jiang Xiaoshuai warned. “I’m all itchy.”

The two started scratching. One was like a block of wood, the other extremely sensitive.
Now even the “wooden” one knew to be gentle, but the super sensitive one wouldn’t let
anyone touch him.

After changing, they sat on the sofa outside chatting.

Wu Suowei asked, “Did you two just go watch a movie together?”

“Yeah,” Jiang Xiaoshuai nodded.

Wu Suowei said, “You’re that close and still no physical contact? Who would believe
that? I’ve been with Chi Cheng so passionately, but he’s never taken me to a movie.”

Damn, always acting and fantasizing, but he actually has someone.

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “What’s wrong with watching movies together? We didn’t watch
the same one—he watched his, I watched mine.”

Wu Suowei twitched at the corner of his mouth. “Dude, you’re joking, right?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Jiang Xiaoshuai looked serious.

Wu Suowei couldn’t help laughing and crying. “No, I mean, what are you thinking? It’s
so easy to hold hands and watch a movie together, yet you didn’t watch one? What’s
wrong with you two?”

“You’re the one with the problem!” Jiang Xiaoshuai said matter-of-factly. “Why watch
just one? The one he likes, I don’t; the one I like, he doesn’t!”

“Couples watch movies for the atmosphere, right? You really think it’s about the movie?”

“I watch movies for the movie. I paid money. Why should I watch one I don’t like?”

Wu Suowei was speechless.

Jiang Xiaoshuai continued, “Let me ask you—if you had to watch a movie you don’t like,
the only good thing is you get to sit together. Would you pay for that stupid reason?”

That completely hit Wu Suowei’s miserly chicken heart.

How could he say yes? He’d rather go alone to the theater, even if there were old uncles
and aunties next to him—it would be a refreshing change!

“That’s something,” Jiang Xiaoshuai shrugged.

Wu Suowei asked, “…So why don’t you let Guozi touch you?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai leaned on a small medicine box casually and said, “His heart isn’t pure.”

“Bullshit. Who’s heart is pure and still wants to do that stuff?”

“Not what I mean.” Jiang Xiaoshuai took a deep breath. “I just feel he hasn’t given me
100% sincerity. There’s still a part of his heart belonging to someone else.”

Wu Suowei guessed, “You don’t mean Guo Chengyu still likes Chi Cheng, do you?”

“That’s still a possibility,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Wu Suowei held it in for several days before blurting out, “You really are my master.”

You’re tougher than me!

Guo Chengyu was suffering the same situation as Chi Cheng: when single, he could still
have a bite of meat; now with a partner, he lived like a monk—afraid to get angry, eating
vegetarian daily; afraid of affairs, avoiding wine; raising his partner tenderly without
asking for anything in return.

Li Wang was worried about Guo Chengyu. “Guozi, when will you be able to eat your
fill?”

“I’ve never eaten my fill, where would that come from?”

Li Wang choked.

“Where would that come from?”

Li Wang was so scared by the sudden roar that he broke into cold sweat.

He immediately shut up and focused on driving Fengfeng.

Guo Chengyu’s fiery gaze swept past the car window. He wasn’t as lucky as Chi Cheng,
who could spot the cute “little bitch” at a glance. Guo’s target was one person’s back, and
his gaze suddenly turned cold.

“Stop the car,” Guo Chengyu ordered.

Li Wang replied, “How can I not stop?”

“I told you to stop Fengfeng!” another roar.

Men with fiery tempers were not to be provoked. Li Wang obediently hit the brakes.

“Go ahead first.”

After saying this, Guo Chengyu opened the car door and got out, climbing over the
guardrail and striding recklessly through dense parked cars.

Li Wang wanted to see where Guo Chengyu was rushing to but was forced to drive on as
car horns blared behind him. By the time Li Wang got past the guardrail and onto the
opposite road, Guo Chengyu had vanished.

At first, Guo Chengyu walked quickly. When he got close to the figure, his pace slowed,
suspicion flickering in his eyes.

Was it really?

Just then, the person turned around.

Both froze.

After a long moment, the other cautiously called out,

“Guozi?”

Guo Chengyu grabbed the person’s collar, his breath thick with blood.

“You still know how to come back?”

Wang Shuo clenched Guo Chengyu’s hand tightly, then hooked an arm around his neck,
chest pressed against chest, embracing him fiercely. His heartbeat was strong enough to
crack the floor tiles beneath.

After a moment of excitement, their emotions calmed down.

Wang Shuo teased him, “You actually recognized me in a crowd at a glance?

Impressive!”
He wasn’t proud; he was genuinely the kind of person who got lost in crowds—ordinary
looks, ordinary clothes, every move just plain passerby style, all these years the same.

Guo Chengyu said, “You still walk like you have no legs. After raising snakes so long, I
can immediately tell you apart from normal people.”

Wang Shuo smiled but said nothing.

Guo Chengyu hailed a taxi and took Wang Shuo to his snake pet park.

Wang Shuo spent a long time picking snakes, marveling, “There are quite a few good
snakes here.”

Then he let out a long whistle.

More than ten snakes slithered over to him, surrounding his feet and body. Even a
thousand-year-old snake who usually ignored everyone came over, excited as if it took
some drug.

Guo Chengyu couldn’t help but admire. Wang Shuo really had a special magnetic field
born for snakes. No matter how aggressive the snake, once in his hands it immediately
became obedient and docile.

CHAPTER 157
After checking out the snakes, Guo Chengyu invited Wang Shuo to the rooftop garden
for tea.

The two sat facing each other. Wang Shuo looked Wang Shuo over from head to toe, and
suddenly gave a smile full of meaning.

“What are you laughing at?” Guo Chengyu asked.

Wang Shuo said, “Why do you look more and more childish as you grow?”

“What do you mean by more childish?” Guo Chengyu was puzzled. “My height hasn’t
shrunk, right? When you left, I was 1.78m; now I’m 1.82m. I definitely grew a few
centimeters.”

“I’m not talking about your height. I mean your face.”

“Face?”
Wang Shuo nodded, “I remember clearly, back in school, among the three of us, you
looked the oldest. Back then, we often teased you that at seventeen or eighteen you
looked like you were over twenty. Now we’re almost thirty, but you look like you’re just
barely over twenty. Isn’t that getting more childish?”

“That’s how it is,” Guo Chengyu joked. “That’s because you’re aging too fast.”

Wang Shuo helplessly rubbed his face and sighed, “Yeah, I’ve suffered overseas all these
years.”

“None of you are as shameless as I am,” Guo Chengyu snorted coldly. “You’re the one
living carefree; aging fast is just bad karma.”

Wang Shuo smiled indifferently, putting his feet on the balcony railing and leaning his
head on a lamp post. He looked completely boneless, less like a person sitting and more
like a snake.

“I noticed your Beijing accent hasn’t faded after all these years abroad,” Guo Chengyu
said.

Wang Shuo squinted lazily, “I’ve been back for half a year.”

That really shocked Guo Chengyu.

“So you came back during the New Year?”

Wang Shuo nodded.

Originally, Jiang Xiaoshuai had fabricated a lie to help Chi Cheng take down Wu
Suowei, but now it actually came true. Guo Chengyu couldn’t help but sigh, “You’ve
really been lying low.”

“What do you mean lying low?” Wang Shuo teased. “I have a home in Beijing too. Why
wouldn’t I want to live there?”

Guo Chengyu smiled crookedly, “But I guess you’ll be leaving soon, too.”

Wang Shuo glanced sideways at Guo Chengyu, “How do you guess that?”

Guo Chengyu lit a cigarette, drawing from it indifferently, “A thoroughbred horse tied up
for six years got its reins untied. If you don’t come back to chase it, someone else will
lead it away. You won’t even be able to catch up.”

“Don’t say that!” Wang Shuo stopped him. “If I wanted to chase, I would have done it six
months ago. No need to wait until now. Back then chasing was like fighting for the rope;
now even if I grab the reins, the horse might not follow.”
“You like to play risky games, right?”

“I’ll be back in a couple of days.”

Guo Chengyu narrowed his eyes, “You’re leaving without seeing Chi Cheng even once?”

“Doesn’t matter if I see him or not.”

Guo Chengyu flicked the cigarette butt and said lightly, “You can’t leave.”

“How do you know?”

“I just know.” Four words said decisively.

After a long pause, a smile finally appeared on Wang Shuo’s lips.

“Guozi, I really dislike your cleverness. It’s so annoying.”

They chatted a while longer before Wang Shuo got up to leave.

On the way out, Wang Shuo eyed a black venomous snake.

“This snake isn’t bad. Give it to me.”

“Aren’t you leaving in a few days?” Guo Chengyu teased. “That snake is highly
venomous. Even if you take it, you won’t be able to bring it back. Might as well leave it
here.”

Wang Shuo considered for a moment, “True.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai happened to come over to find Guo Chengyu. From a distance, he saw
Wang Shuo and Guo Chengyu walking this way.

“My partner,” Guo Chengyu pointed to Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo glanced at Jiang Xiaoshuai and slapped Guo Chengyu’s shoulder heavily.

“You’re lucky. This kid has such pure eyes.”

“Kid?” Guo Chengyu snorted, “He’s a year older than you.”

Wang Shuo couldn’t help but sigh, “You two are really a match, standing together like
kids playing house.”

“Want me to introduce you two?” Guo Chengyu asked.

“No thanks. I’m afraid I’d fancy him.”

After saying that, Wang Shuo quickly withdrew and walked a parallel path with Jiang
Xiaoshuai.

After Wang Shuo left, Jiang Xiaoshuai deliberately looked back at him and casually
asked Guo Chengyu, “Another visitor to the park?”

“What visitor?” Guo Chengyu said. “That’s my old classmate.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai gave a fair evaluation, “He really looks like a waiter.”

“Yeah,” Guo Chengyu laughed, “He served Chi Cheng for three years.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s expression froze briefly, then his eyes showed surprise.

“Wang Shuo?”

Guo Chengyu pinched Jiang Xiaoshuai’s cheek. “Smart.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked like he was annoyed at a rival.

Guo Chengyu felt a bit sweet inside and deliberately asked, “What’s wrong? Feeling
threatened?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai snorted coldly, “He’s your rival; I’m worried for you.”

Guo Chengyu didn’t get it at first but later understood Jiang Xiaoshuai’s meaning. That
guy was still stuck in that dead end!

Just then, a keeper suddenly rushed over.

“Mr. Guo, bad news. The black scorpion snake suddenly went crazy and was desperately
trying to escape the park. We couldn’t stop it. By the time I put on gloves to catch it, it
was already gone.”

The black scorpion snake was the one Wang Shuo had his eye on. Guo Chengyu didn’t
need to guess; that snake must have been coaxed away by Wang Shuo. The snake he
chose never failed to follow him.

“Alright, you go back first.”

The keeper looked worried, “Mr. Guo, do you think it will bite someone outside? That
snake is highly venomous. Should I go look for it outside the park?”
“No need,” Guo Chengyu said firmly. “It won’t run around recklessly. You do your
work.”

In the afternoon, Wu Suowei was in his office filling out forms when the secretary
knocked.

“President Wu, Doctor Jiang is here.”

Wu Suowei said, “Please invite him in.”

Soon, Jiang Xiaoshuai appeared in sight.

Wu Suowei stretched and sat down on the sofa, beckoning Jiang Xiaoshuai over.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes were dark, like he’d been possessed.

Wu Suowei noticed something was wrong and poked his arm hard. “What’s wrong?”

“Today, I ran into someone at Guo Chengyu’s snake park,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Wu Suowei casually asked, “Who?”

“You better be prepared,” Jiang Xiaoshuai looked fearful.

Wu Suowei was curious, “Who is it?”

“Chi Cheng’s old flame, Mr. Wang.”

Wu Suowei grabbed a piece of chilled watermelon and took a bite, offering some to Jiang
Xiaoshuai, “Refreshing, have some.”

Pretending to cut a piece for Jiang Xiaoshuai.

Jiang Xiaoshuai stopped his hand, “I’m not joking.”

“I know!” Wu Suowei said boldly. “So what if he’s back? What does that have to do with
us? Are you seriously going to stop eating watermelon over some stranger?”

Wu Suowei’s calmness instantly lifted Jiang Xiaoshuai’s mood. His worries were
unnecessary—his disciple was stronger than he thought.

After happily eating two slices, Wu Suowei asked, “Was the Maldives fun?”

“Nothing much to do there, just scenery, good for rest and vacation. No big entertainment
facilities. Most people just sunbathe, read, or sleep. Oh, there’s diving, fishing, and some
water activities.”
Wu Suowei looked dreamy, “I really want to go!”

“Have Chi Cheng take you. Civil servants have lots of free time, right?” Jiang Xiaoshuai
said.

Wu Suowei sighed, “He has what I don’t.”

“You can find someone to manage things for you. Your company is so big it can run
without you, right?”

“It can, but I’m afraid it will delay things.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai sympathized with Wu Suowei’s exhaustion, “You don’t lack food or
clothes, why work so hard?”

“I have to build a foundation for my son!” Wu Suowei’s eyes shone. “I want my son to
be a rich second-generation. Look how good Chi Cheng’s life is! I want my son to be like
him.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai scoffed, “Where do you even have a son?”

“My wife gave birth to him!”

“There you go again.”

At night, Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei ate zhajiang noodles together. The noodles were
hand-rolled by Wu’s mom, the sauce fried by Zhong Wenyu. Chi Cheng cooked the
noodles; Wu Suowei sliced cucumber.

Chi Cheng always mixed noodles for Wu Suowei, seeming considerate, but really didn’t
want Wu Suowei to secretly add chili sauce. Wu Suowei’s stomach flared up badly after
spicy food, causing constipation and mouth ulcers, so how could Chi Cheng speak to him
then?

“Add some chili sauce for me,” Wu Suowei finally asked.

Chi Cheng ignored the request and mixed the noodles, then pushed the bowl over.

Wu Suowei didn’t touch his chopsticks, watching as Chi Cheng added a whole spoonful
of chili sauce into his bowl.

“Are you trying to make me choke?” Chi Cheng said firmly.

Wu Suowei still didn’t eat.

Chi Cheng ate by himself. After one bowl, Wu Suowei’s noodles were still sitting there.
Chi Cheng said seriously, “My mom’s sauce always has lots of minced meat. It’s a waste
not to eat it.”

Wu Suowei was stubborn as ever, “Noodles without chili sauce don’t taste good.”

After Chi Cheng ate another bowl, he glanced at Wu Suowei. The noodles were clumped
together.

In a low voice, Chi Cheng said, “Give me your bowl.”

Wu Suowei happily pushed his bowl over.

Chi Cheng warned, “Only a little chili sauce.”

Wu Suowei nodded.

Usually, Wu Suowei could eat three big bowls; today he only ate two and a half,
deliberately leaving half a bowl.

Chi Cheng asked, “Anything on your mind?”

“Jiang Xiaoshuai and Guo Chengyu just came back from the Maldives.”

Chi Cheng said calmly, “Last time I asked you if you wanted to travel, you said no.”

“I didn’t have time,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng put down his chopsticks and said, “Alright then, when your company goes on
annual leave, I’ll take you surfing in Hawaii.”

Wu Suowei’s eyes lit up, “Really?”

“Why would I lie?”

Wu Suowei was so happy that the remaining half bowl of noodles quickly disappeared.

CHAPTER 158
Regarding the news of Wang Shuo’s return, Guo Chengyu was the first to know, then Li
Wang, and after that Gangzi. But all of them tacitly kept silent around Chi Cheng. In the
end, it was Wu Suowei who told Chi Cheng about it. At this moment, Wang Shuo’s
return to the country was only one day away. If Wu Suowei hadn’t mentioned it, Wang
Shuo would have disappeared from the public eye, and no one would have thought he
ever came back.

“Better hurry up and fuck, or you won’t get a chance,” Wu Suowei deliberately said.

Chi Cheng’s deep gaze fixed on Wu Suowei, asking, “Fuck who?”

Wu Suowei couldn’t help teasing, “I remember someone said on some anniversary, if he

dared to show up in front of me, I’d immediately fuck him until he had no breath left!”

While saying this, he shamelessly imitated Chi Cheng’s expression at that time.

Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei’s neck, pushing him to the head of the bed, and said
softly, “I used to think fucking him to death was a way to vent, but after fucking you, I
realized fucking him is a punishment for me.”

“Cut the bullshit!” Wu Suowei clawed at Chi Cheng’s collar. “You use ‘no interest’ to
hide your inner unwillingness. If you’ve got guts, go fuck him! If you’re a real man, fuck
him into the ground!”

Chi Cheng pinched Wu Suowei’s chin, his eyes cold.

“You like self-torture? You want me to follow your script and explode, hurt you badly
once so you feel relieved, right?”

Wu Suowei nodded, “Exactly. I want to see you lose your temper now.”

After saying that, he messed up Chi Cheng’s hair, pushing the front to the back, the back
to the front, the sides to the top, and the top to the sides. He then smeared two black
streaks on his face, making him look like he’d been struck by lightning.

Chi Cheng didn’t speak, just quietly looked at Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei continued, “Know what your current look means? Don’t pretend—
pretending gets you struck by lightning! Ha ha ha…”

After laughing, he bit Chi Cheng’s neck hard, almost biting a chunk of flesh.

Chi Cheng’s big hand grabbed the back of Wu Suowei’s head, his tone unusually gentle.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “There are no cracks left in my heart anymore.”

Before, any slight wind blowing on Chi Cheng’s side would cause Wu Suowei to feel
thunderstruck, and he wouldn’t rest until a huge storm broke out. But this time, for some
reason, from when Wu Suowei heard the news until now, he felt calm inside.
Just like he said to Jiang Xiaoshuai that day, “Why take him seriously?”

He was just a remote control the couple used to pick fights when they had nothing to do.
If one day it got misplaced, anyone annoyed would pick it up and throw it on the ground.
After it broke, the couple would still be a couple. Who would take the remote control
seriously?

The next day, after seven years apart, three old classmates sat together eating and
chatting.

The atmosphere was extremely harmonious, as if they had no entanglements at all.

Wang Shuo said to Chi Cheng, “You look darker than before. I remember you used to be
fairer than me.”

“I’m still fairer than you now,” Chi Cheng said.

Wang Shuo didn’t believe him, grabbed Chi Cheng’s arm and compared, immediately
feeling crushed.

“Damn, I’ve darkened this much?”

Guo Chengyu laughed beside them, teasing, “You’re like a dried sweet potato on an old
roof, dark and skinny. Not good for women, and for men, there’s nothing to work with.”

“You’re just a smartass!” Wang Shuo said. “I’m skinny but still have some meat, just a
smaller frame. You weren’t having fun fucking me back then?”

“I forgot about that, it was pretty good. No bones anywhere, legs could be twisted any
way,” Guo Chengyu said meaningfully. “Too bad I only got to enjoy once. Not like Chi
Cheng, lucky bastard, three years of fun.”

Chi Cheng calmly smoked and asked Wang Shuo, “You came back alone?”

“With my brother,” Wang Shuo said. “I dared to come back myself.”

Guo Chengyu said, “I still remember in high school, when you were bullied, your brother
came to school and beat them under the railings so badly that the bullies cried and begged
your brother. Since then, no one dared to mess with you.”

“That’s called psychological abuse,” Wang Shuo said. “The bully saw my brother treat
his own younger brother like that, was scared stiff, thinking my brother would mess him
up. But he waited two years, just sweating whenever he saw a flagpole. Then he couldn’t
take it anymore, punished himself by transferring schools and joining gangs. Now he’s in
jail.”
“So your brother is quite something,” Guo Chengyu said.

Chi Cheng asked, “Does he still beat you like that?”

“When he’s in a bad mood, he sometimes throws a few punches and kicks, but I don’t
take it seriously.”

Chi Cheng stayed silent.

Wang Shuo suddenly remembered something and said to Guo Chengyu and Chi Cheng,
“I heard you two’s new partner this time is a master-apprentice? Interesting. Why do you
always do stuff like this? Back in school, you chased twins together, couldn’t even tell
who was who. Now it’s master-apprentice to show how close you are?”

Guo Chengyu hooked Chi Cheng’s arm and raised his eyebrows at Wang Shuo.

“That’s right, we’ve always been this close.”

Wang Shuo stared at them for a while, suddenly smiling with some unknown meaning,
then said nothing more.

They chatted until after 10 pm, leaving the club together. One moment their fists were
locked and laughing goodbye; the next moment, their expressions changed completely as
they walked off in three different directions.

Ten minutes later, Guo Chengyu ended up on Wang Shuo’s route, and Wang Shuo ended
up on Chi Cheng’s route.

Chi Cheng’s face was dark as night. Halfway driving, he suddenly slammed on the
brakes.

Wang Shuo got off the car behind, walked swiftly to Chi Cheng’s car, leaning half his
body on the door.

Chi Cheng’s eyes looked through the window, seeing a smiling face teasing him.

Suddenly opening the door, Wang Shuo stumbled back several steps, hitting the wall
heavily.

“Why disappear suddenly? Disappear for seven years? You have the face to fuck him, but
no face to stay here and keep being a jerk?” Chi Cheng finally asked the words he’d held
back for seven years.

Wang Shuo said, “I have the face but no guts. I’m afraid if I stay, you’ll fuck me to
death.”
“I wouldn’t even want to fuck you!”

Wang Shuo gave a mischievous smile, “I’m proud to soil your dick. Please, Chi Da Ren,
fuck me once.”

Chi Cheng grabbed Wang Shuo by the collar, throwing him to the ground, angrily
insulting, “You’re a whore!”

“I’m a whore fucked by thousands,” Wang Shuo’s eyes emitted a faint evil light. “You
spoiled my appetite. Over these seven years, I’ve been fucked by countless men but no
one satisfied me. I just want you to fuck me once more, even if I have to lick your feet,
just give me that dick.”

Then he softened completely, crawling under Chi Cheng’s knees, hands stroking his
strong thigh, his cold and charming gaze locked on Chi Cheng’s pupils.

Chi Cheng’s rage surged, almost cracking Wang Shuo’s skull, when suddenly a gloved
hand appeared in his view.

“Hand him over to me,” a polite voice requested.

Chi Cheng squinted, seeing a metallic-looking face.

Black bulletproof vest, top-notch international G-36 assault rifle, armed to the teeth from
head to toe.

“I’ll take care of him.”

The man slapped Wang Shuo’s face expressionlessly, a terrifying sound of muscle fibers
snapping filled the air. From contorted struggle to complete unconsciousness was just an
instant.

Chi Cheng’s pupils merged with the night, emotions unreadable.

One minute later, the man hooked Wang Shuo’s waist, and under Chi Cheng’s cold stare,
threw the person backward.

Bang.

Wang Shuo landed squarely on the man’s car roof, limbs spread, lying perfectly.

Chi Cheng didn’t move a step. The gun muzzle already aimed at his forehead, alongside
the man’s deadpan gaze.

“Sorry to trouble you,” the man said politely.

Without even taking his brother off the roof, he stepped on the gas and drove away.

When Chi Cheng got home, Wu Suowei was still awake, leaning over his desk blowing
sugar figures, the air sweet with scent.

The small wooden frame was full of sugar figures, all snakes of different lengths and
thicknesses, each painted in colors to distinguish them.

“Why blow so many?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei said, “I want to blow every snake in your snake park, make a whole set.”

“Why suddenly this idea?”

Wu Suowei puffed his cheeks seriously, and only after finishing did he answer,

“No reason. Just thought it’d be fun.”

CHAPTER 159
Wang Shuo’s slap gave his brother Wang Zhen a concussion, and he was unconscious for
two whole days before waking up. Originally, Wang Shuo planned to set off
immediately, but because of that slap, the plan to return to the country was canceled. Guo
Chengyu’s words turned out to be true — “You can’t leave.”

Wang Zhen arranged for Wang Shuo to be hospitalized in a certain Beijing hospital and
stayed by his side the entire time, sitting motionless like a statue. Every time a doctor or
nurse came in to check, they would take a deep breath first, feeling like this visit might be
a one-way trip.

During Wang Shuo’s first two days of unconsciousness, Guo Chengyu had come to see
him.

Later, Jiang Xiaoshuai told Wu Suowei about this.

Wu Suowei didn’t know how Wang Shuo got the head injury but had a vague feeling it
might have something to do with Chi Cheng. So, he brought flowers and a fruit basket
and went personally to visit Chi Cheng’s old flame in the hospital.

“Excuse me, which ward is Wang Shuo in?”

The nurse on duty told Wu Suowei, “Room 309. Keep going inside; it’s the second to last
room.”
Wu Suowei started walking toward that room. When he reached the door, he knocked.

After a moment, the door opened.

Before Wu Suowei’s eyes appeared the neck of a man, muscles so defined it looked like
they were drawn with a pen, strong and full to the point of seeming almost unreal. At
1.94 meters tall, Wu Suowei had to look up to greet him.

“Excuse me…”

A sudden cold wind swept over him, forcing Wu Suowei back three steps.

No exaggeration — after seeing Wang Zhen’s face clearly, Wu Suowei was speechless
and instantly wanted to run away. There’s no such thing as the strongest, only stronger.

He thought Chi Cheng was intimidating enough, but compared to this man, Chi Cheng
instantly seemed like a kind older brother. Besides, Chi Cheng could talk and smile; this
man’s facial muscles looked carved from stone, completely immobile.

Yet contrary to his face, Wang Zhen spoke politely.

“May I ask who you’re looking for?”

“Wa… Wa… Wang…”

Wu Suowei imitated a small puppy’s whimper.

A faint, barely noticeable smile appeared on Wang Zhen’s lips.

Before coming, Jiang Xiaoshuai had told Wu Suowei that during Wang Shuo’s
hospitalization, his brother had been by his side nonstop. Seeing how Wang Zhen looked,
Wu Suowei dared not imagine how Wang Shuo was doing.

Just then, Wang Shuo woke up, squinting toward the door as a fresh, handsome young
man walked in.

Seeing Wang Shuo, Wu Suowei was shocked — had he come to the wrong ward? First,
this person looked too ordinary, very different from the Wang Shuo image in his mind.
Second, the two looked nothing like brothers — one was strong and vigorous, the other
pale and thin, with very different spirits. Yet the patient information on the bedside
clearly said “Wang Shuo.”

Wang Shuo had been “laying low” in Beijing for half a year and naturally knew Wu
Suowei. “You’re Wu Suowei?” Wang Shuo said. Wu Suowei confirmed his identity, put
down the flowers and fruit basket, and solemnly extended his hand. “Hello.”
Wang Shuo chuckled. “Don’t bother, we old Beijingers don’t have that custom.”

Wu Suowei insisted, “But you’re a senior, so some etiquette is necessary.”

Wang Shuo laughed for a long time until his head hurt.

Then a penetrating voice sounded from inside the room: “Doctors forbid strong
emotions.”

Wang Shuo’s smile stopped abruptly. He looked at Wang Zhen and said, “Get out, you’re
an eyesore here.”

Wu Suowei was terrified — where did Wang Shuo get the courage to say that to this
terrifying man?

Even more surprising, Wang Zhen showed no anger.

“I can stay silent, but I can’t leave.” Then he sat less than a meter away from Wu Suowei,
opened the fruit basket, took out a pineapple, and peeled it with his bare hands with
surprising skill. Wu Suowei felt like watching a horror movie.

“No worries, he doesn’t bite,” Wang Shuo reminded. Wu Suowei awkwardly smiled.
“So, how’s your head?”

Wang Shuo said, “Okay, I can do addition and subtraction within ten.”

“Then let me test you,” Wu Suowei said. “A monkey on the tree, one monkey on the
ground, how many monkeys in total?”

“Underestimate me?” Wang Shuo smirked. “Even though I’m abroad, I’ve always kept
my heart with the motherland. Every New Year’s Eve at 8 pm, I watch the Spring
Festival Gala on time — never missed a year.”

After chatting briefly, Wu Suowei felt more relaxed. “I find I quite like you.”

“Why?”

“Maybe because you look just okay.” Wu Suowei laughed.

Wang Shuo was not angry at all and asked, “How long have you been with Chi Cheng?”

Wu Suowei thought a moment. “More than half a year.”

Wang Shuo teased, “When do you plan to break up?”

“You guess,” Wu Suowei said.

Wang Shuo thought for a moment, “By the end of the year, maybe.”

“That soon?” Wu Suowei was surprised.

Wang Shuo joked, “I guess your surfing trip to Hawaii is canceled.”

Wu Suowei narrowed his eyes. “How do you know I’m going to Hawaii?” He’d only told
Chi Cheng about that plan.

Wang Shuo said casually, “Your master and Guo Zigang just got back from the Maldives.
You’re jealous, so you must have asked Chi Cheng about traveling. Chi Cheng loves
surfing, and Hawaii is his first choice. Your company’s busy; you probably can’t get time
until the end of the year.”

Wu Suowei wanted to know, “How did you guess I’d ask Chi Cheng?”

Wang Shuo touched Wu Suowei’s hair, “Because you’re a kid.”

“A kid I’m not, but I do look a little younger than you.” Wu Suowei was modest.

Wang Shuo laughed again and looked at Wang Zhen, “Don’t just eat by yourself; cut
some fruit for the guest…”

Before he could finish “fruit,” the basket was empty. Wu Suowei was shocked too. At
first, he thought it was a mistake, but then he saw two trash bins full of fruit peels. He
swallowed hard. Dude, even if I’m stingy and bought a bit less, don’t embarrass me like
this, please!

Suddenly remembering something, Wang Shuo curiously asked Wu Suowei, “Why do

they call you ‘Big Iron Head’?”

“Because I can smash bricks with my head.” Though that skill was gone now, Wu
Suowei was still proud talking about it.

Wang Shuo laughed, “Then you should spar with my brother; he can do that too.”

Wu Suowei looked surprised at Wang Zhen but quickly thought the surprise was
unnecessary. This guy was basically made of iron, tough all over. Not daring to talk to
Wang Zhen, Wu Suowei asked Wang Shuo, “How many bricks can he smash at once?”

“He doesn’t smash bricks,” Wang Shuo said.

Wu Suowei asked, “Then what does he smash?”

“Steel plates.”
“This place’s no good. I have something to do, I’ll come see you another day.” Wu
Suowei looked at his watch and quickly got up.

“I’ll be discharged in a few days. I’ll come see you then,” Wang Shuo said.

Wu Suowei nodded, “Okay, I’m off.”

“Wait,” Wang Shuo suddenly remembered, “Help me tell Chi Cheng that night I was just
joking around. Don’t take it so seriously.”

Wu Suowei nodded, “Got it.”

“Wang Zhen, see him out,” Wang Shuo said.

Wu Suowei quickly waved off, “No need.” But Wang Zhen still escorted Wu Suowei to
the door.

Wu Suowei was about to leave when Wang Zhen suddenly asked, “Why do they call you
Wu Suowei?” Wu Suowei was stunned and thought for a long time before answering,
“Because I don’t care about my name, so I just call myself Wu Suowei.” Wang Zhen said
nothing and turned away. Wu Suowei was a bit puzzled. What’s going on in this guy’s
mind?

The hospital’s underground parking lot was huge, with good spots taken by government
vehicles. Wu Suowei circled for a while before getting near the exit. Just as he was about
to drive out, he spotted Chi Cheng’s car parked close to the entrance, in a very good spot,
easily noticeable. Wu Suowei slowed down, driving out while dialing Chi Cheng’s
number.

“Where are you?”

“At the office.” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei’s heart skipped a beat.

“I’m in a meeting, talk later.” Then he hung up.

Wu Suowei threw his phone onto the passenger seat and floored the accelerator.

After Chi Cheng hung up, Wu’s mother immediately asked, “Was that San’er calling?”

“Yeah.” Wu’s mother worriedly asked, “You didn’t tell him I’m here, right?”

“No.” Chi Cheng said, “Don’t worry.” Wu’s mother frowned, “This time it feels worse. If
I don’t vomit bile, I wouldn’t have bothered you to come to the hospital. I’m just afraid if
I delay the treatment, it will be worse.” Chi Cheng said nothing and helped Wu’s mother
into the clinic when a familiar doctor arrived.

CHAPTER 160
It wasn’t until 10 p.m. that the diagnosis for Wu’s mother came out.

“The situation is not optimistic,” the attending physician said. “Our preliminary diagnosis
is pancreatic cancer caused by diabetes. She’s quite old, so surgery is not recommended.”

Hearing this, Chi Cheng’s heart ached sharply.

“What about other treatments?” Chi Cheng asked. “Money is no object — as long as it
can extend her life and reduce her suffering.”

The doctor was very objective. “Compared to other malignant tumors, this cancer’s
treatment is indeed less effective, and chemotherapy doesn’t show significant results. As
I mentioned, she’s in her seventies. Chemotherapy might add psychological burden and
could have the opposite effect. It’s best to focus on pain relief and improving her quality
of life. After all, there isn’t much time left.”

Chi Cheng asked gravely, “With this kind of treatment, how long can she live?”

“No more than half a year.”

On the way back, only two words echoed in Chi Cheng’s mind: half a year.

Within these six months, those words held no real meaning. After these six months, his
treasure would be gone. His father was already gone, his mother was about to pass, and
his two older sisters were long married — he would become a complete loner. In this
world, the safety and sense of belonging that family gives cannot be replaced by any
other kind of relationship. He dared not imagine the lonely figure Wu Suowei would cut
at the funeral.

When Chi Cheng returned home, it was already past midnight.

Wu Suowei hadn’t slept yet, leaning over his desk blowing sugar figurines, with the little
jealous one draped around his neck. He couldn’t focus on the materials or enjoy playing
on the computer; blowing sugar figurines was his only way to kill time. With a massive
numerical goal in his mind, time passed unnoticed as he moved step by step toward it.
Wu Suowei’s watch showed a little past 1 a.m., an hour ahead of the wall clock. This was
the first time Wu Suowei had secretly adjusted the time, yet Chi Cheng still came home
late as usual.

“Where have you been?” Wu Suowei asked.

Chi Cheng gathered his two “treasures” in his arms and replied gently, “Out with the
boss.”

Wu Suowei glared, “Your ‘boss’ sure is hard to please.”

“Of course. If she says one thing, I dare not say another. She wanted me to accompany
her, so I had to stick close,” Chi Cheng said. Wu Suowei felt like he was dragged out of a
vat of vinegar, sour all over. “I’m going back to the company to sleep.” He stormed
toward the door.

Before he took two steps, Chi Cheng’s strong arms wrapped around him tightly, leaving
no room for struggle. Chi Cheng’s grip was firm but his tone unusually gentle, almost
tender. “I won’t let you wait up this late anymore.” For someone like Chi Cheng, who
usually did whatever he wanted without considering others, this promise was a deep
emotional expression. But to Wu Suowei, it sounded like a cover-up. Damn it, you’re
insecure too! You do have moments when you talk nonsense to fool others!

Wu Suowei felt like crying his heart out, becoming a tiny sobbing tearful person inside,
but his face showed no change. The calmer the enemy appeared, the more Wu Suowei
refused to lose his composure. It was just a little time at the hospital, just some catching
up. Fine, I’ll take it as a free treat! Thinking this, Wu Suowei lightly tapped Chi Cheng’s
shoulder and, with great effort, said, “Be more careful next time.” Then he let Chi Cheng
drag him into the bathroom.

Wu Suowei noticed Chi Cheng was acting strange today — in the hot summer, he
insisted on soaking in a hot bath together, scrubbing and massaging Wu Suowei’s back,
and kept nuzzling his ear whispering sweet nothings. The more Chi Cheng did this, the
more Wu Suowei felt blocked up inside. Damn it, what have you been up to behind my
back? You’re so guilty you’re acting like this! After the bath, neither wanted to sleep, so
they leaned on the headboard and chatted.

“I went to see Wang Shuo today.”

“Why go see him?” Chi Cheng frowned. Wu Suowei glanced sideways at him. Scared?
Nervous? Afraid I’ll expose you? Hmph…

“I think Wang Shuo is a decent guy,” Wu Suowei said deliberately. Chi Cheng ignored
that and lit a cigarette.
Wu Suowei continued, “I saw his brother too. By the way, are Wang Shuo and his
brother really brothers? How come they look so different?”

“They are,” Chi Cheng said casually. “If you look closely, you’ll see they actually
resemble each other — Wang Shuo just didn’t open up.”

“Then Wang Zhen is too different,” Wu Suowei said, still shuddering at the thought.
“That guy peeled a pineapple with his bare hands!! I heard he can chop steel plates with
his head!!”

Chi Cheng blew smoke in Wu Suowei’s face, making him cough. After a beatdown from
Wu Suowei, Chi Cheng calmly said, “Wang Zhen is really something. What you saw was
just the tip of the iceberg. He has many secret skills you wouldn’t even dare imagine.”
Wu Suowei’s eyes widened. “What exactly does he do?”

“Supposedly he was a bodyguard for a foreign leader. Not sure now. He trained in martial
arts since childhood, often invited to various martial arts tours in his teens. When
competing in Europe, he was noticed and stayed there.”

Bodyguard for a leader… Wu Suowei couldn’t help admiring. This was no ordinary job!
No wonder his movements were stiff and his expression so rigid — it’s a professional
habit.

“I think he’s a bit dull,” Wu Suowei said.

“Dull?” Chi Cheng snorted. “His awareness of the surroundings is extremely sharp.
When you see him peeling fruit, he’s actually testing the safety of the fruit with his
hands. He has mini grenades hidden in his palms. If there’s any anomaly, his reaction
speed will blow your mind.” Now Wu Suowei understood why Wang Zhen ate so much
fruit at once.

“People like them have extremely keen judgment — they can almost tell your traits at a
glance. Like a chameleon: strong when facing strong opponents, dull when facing fools.
When opponents are strong, they show extraordinary ability; when weak and dull, they
lower their guard to smooth relations and appear friendly.”

Wu Suowei gave Chi Cheng a side-eye. “Who are you calling dull?”

Chi Cheng gave a sinister smile. “Not stupid, huh? You really heard that?”

Wu Suowei punched Chi Cheng but was overpowered, rolled into a small ball, and
trapped between Chi Cheng’s arms with only his head free to move.

“After what you said, I admire him even more,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng’s dark gaze drilled into Wu Suowei’s face. “What did you say?”
“At first I admired his skills. Now I realize he’s basically perfect. Getting to say a few
words to such a godlike man is worth a lifetime.” Wu Suowei met Chi Cheng’s gaze,
heart breaking. “No, you misunderstood — I meant men like him are only fit to be dream
lovers, not reality… no no no, not lovers, just… fantasy objects? I don’t know how to put
it…”

Before he could finish, Chi Cheng twisted him onto the bed. Wu Suowei expected
roughness but was surprised by Chi Cheng’s tenderness. For the first time, Wu Suowei
felt cherished and loved in bed. No tricks, no extremes — Chi Cheng held him close,
kissed him for a long time, caressed every sensitive spot patiently. By the end, Wu
Suowei was completely melted, floating in bliss, utterly intoxicated in Chi Cheng’s
tenderness.

Hearing the sobbing moans beside his ear, Chi Cheng felt stimulated but also a bit
pained. He stopped “bullying” Wu Suowei — no rushing, no struggling or crying — just
gave him ultimate pleasure, complete enjoyment, leaving only bliss. Chi Cheng held Wu
Suowei tightly, lips glued, listening to him excitedly whisper dirty words.

“So good…” Wu Suowei bit Chi Cheng’s stubble-covered chin and cried softly, “Chi
Cheng… you make me feel so good…”

“Baby… baby… baby…” Chi Cheng’s every call gently hit Wu Suowei’s “tear point.”
Wu Suowei was overwhelmed with emotion and started crying. “Chi Cheng, if I did
something bad and you found out, would you punish me?”

“No,” Chi Cheng whispered into Wu Suowei’s earlobe, “I couldn’t bear to.”

When Chi Cheng stopped, he was still hard, but Wu Suowei was exhausted. This was the
first time Chi Cheng truly stopped when Wu Suowei said so. Besides cleaning him and
applying some care products, Chi Cheng unusually coaxed him to sleep.

Wu Suowei felt overwhelmed. When Chi Cheng looked at him steadily, he had an
inexplicable fear, feeling like Chi Cheng was using this unusual mood to say: “Sorry, I’m
about to leave you.” So despite extreme fatigue, Wu Suowei’s sleep was restless. He
could even hear the faint ticking of the clock’s hands clearly.

Near dawn, Wu Suowei felt the big bed shift. Half-asleep, he looked over and saw Chi
Cheng smoking alone by the window. Chi Cheng smoked for half an hour, and Wu
Suowei stared for half an hour. Did I make things difficult for you? If so, just say it and
I’ll leave immediately. Thinking this, the little tearful soul inside Wu Suowei cried again
“sentimentally.” Poor Chi Cheng, standing by the window, thinking about how to treat
Wu’s mother’s illness, had ended up thinking himself a heartless man.
 CHAPTER 161
Although Chi Cheng had long since moved out of the suburban house, the lease hadn’t
expired yet, so he hadn’t bothered to move out. Now that the lease had ended, the
landlord kept calling Gangzi repeatedly, urging them to clear out. Because Chi Cheng
had left quite a few things there, he didn’t dare move out hastily and kept pushing the
people here to go help pack.

After work in the evening, Chi Cheng had dinner with Wu Suowei.

“I have to go out to the suburbs later. Want to come with me?”

“No,” Wu Suowei said. “I’m going to see Jiang Xiaoshuai for a while.”

Chi Cheng glanced at Wu Suowei, his tone slightly displeased.

“Why see him?”

“I have to talk to him from time to time, otherwise I feel uneasy. Sometimes Xiaoshuai is
like my spiritual support. The same things, anyone could say them and get the same
answers, but when they come from him, I inexplicably feel at peace. I…”

“Do you still want to go or not?” Chi Cheng interrupted. Wu Suowei quietly drank his
soup.

“Drink less,” Chi Cheng said. “If there’s traffic, you’ll need to pee but won’t find a
bathroom.”

Wu Suowei said boldly, “What’s there to fear? It’s nighttime, I can find a spot to pee
anywhere!”

Chi Cheng shot Wu Suowei a dark look, then called out, “Waiter.”

The waiter came over.

“A bottle of mineral water, please.”

Soon a bottle of mineral water was placed on the table. Near Chi Cheng was a potted
plant. He opened the bottle cap and poured the entire bottle of water into the flowerpot.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Wu Suowei got anxious. “If you’re not drinking it, give it to
me! Why pour it out?”

Chi Cheng crushed the bottle loudly in his hand and handed it to Wu Suowei.

“Fill this bottle up before coming back.”

Wu Suowei immediately understood what Chi Cheng meant and reluctantly said, “Can’t I
just pee on the street? If I hold it, I’ll just pee when I come back, right?”

“Take it.” Chi Cheng’s tone was cold and hard.

Wu Suowei retorted sarcastically, “What if there’s no pee? Are you going to force me to
fill it somehow?”

“You drank so much soup and a beer before; there will definitely be some. You don’t just
have to fill it — if it’s not full, squeeze until it’s full.”

Wu Suowei was about to argue but Chi Cheng forcefully cut him off. “If you say another
word, it’s a bucket next time.”

“…”

Getting in the car, Wu Suowei tossed the mineral water bottle onto the passenger seat,
fuming. What kind of nonsense was this? Just going for a chat and having to bring back a
bottle of pee!

Driving to the suburbs, Gangzi asked Chi Cheng, “Do you know who first spotted Wang
Shuo in Beijing?”

“Spotted?” Chi Cheng glanced at Gangzi. “Didn’t he go find Guo Chengyu right after he
arrived?”

“Nope. Li Wang told me Guo Chengyu saw Wang Shuo while driving, spotted him
crossing the road by climbing over the guardrail and stopped him. If Guo Chengyu hadn’t
stopped him, Wang Shuo would’ve just left.” Chi Cheng snorted coldly. “His eyesight’s
pretty sharp.”

“Li Wang was also surprised. They’ve been apart for seven years, yet Guo Chengyu
could still spot Wang Shuo in a crowd — and while driving, no less. That’s some skill!”
Gangzi said. Chi Cheng’s expression grew colder.

Gangzi glanced at him, hesitating whether to say more.

“Say it.” The fewer words in the order, the less chance it would be refused.

Chi Cheng’s hard brow contracted, outlining two cold ridges like the darkness outside,
where you couldn’t see a hand in front of you. After twisting down a few turns on the
path, they finally arrived at the few bungalows Chi Cheng had rented before. Cao Cao
figured Chi Cheng had lived there four or five years, accumulating all kinds of messy
things. Furniture was fine — whoever wanted it could move it. The bigger problem was
the long-term snake raising — the rooms were dark and damp, with many cracks, and
they’d been busy repairing lately. After getting out of the car, Gangzi went with others to
tidy up.

Chi Cheng wandered around. Though he’d lived here for peace and quiet, after so many
years, even this loneliness had some feeling to it. The small pond by the door was
swollen with water. In past seasons, many little heads would poke out of the water — his
“sons” swimming about. Chi Cheng squatted by the pond, smoking, watching the pond
water’s deep glow under the night.

Suddenly, rustling came from the grass. After raising snakes so many years, Chi Cheng
could tell it was snake movement. What surprised him was that he’d moved the snakes
out before leaving, but this snake’s scent was still familiar.

Besides the slithering sound, he vaguely heard heavy breathing. Following the sound, he
pushed aside thick grass with his foot and was stunned by the scene. Wang Shuo was
lying in the grass, hands behind his head, his cold, eerie eyes looking at the sky. Around
his neck coiled a small snake, about the thickness of a finger. But his gaze was sharp and
fierce.

Chi Cheng said nothing, just stared quietly at Wang Shuo on the ground. Wang Shuo
quickly turned his eyes to him and smirked mischievously.

“Why aren’t you home so late at night, lying here?” Chi Cheng’s tone was stiff, but
Wang Shuo didn’t care. Hands behind his head, his body was limp like boneless. His cold
and charming gaze deliberately appraised Chi Cheng like a snake eyeing prey. “I’ve been
coming here often in these six months since you moved out. You just didn’t know.”

Chi Cheng’s expression shifted. “Get your ass back and sleep.”

“I’m sleeping here tonight.”

Chi Cheng bent down and roughly grabbed Wang Shuo up, glaring fiercely. “Stop
messing around. Go back where you belong!”

Wang Shuo’s face still wore that unserious smile. “If you say that, I’d think you’re
worried I’ll catch a cold.”

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Chi Cheng’s face was icy. Wang Shuo was quiet
for a moment, then laughed.

“You left a snake egg behind when you moved out,” he said, lifting the coiled snake in
his arms up in front of Chi Cheng. “This one.”

For a moment, Chi Cheng had the illusion Wang Shuo was still the naive person he once
was.
He’d always believed one thing: only those with an extremely pure heart could be so
close to animals. If not for what happened later, he’d always thought this was true.

“Why haven’t you shown up all these months?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wang Shuo said indifferently, “I show up often, it’s just you who doesn’t come.”

“The snakes are gone. Why should I come?” Chi Cheng’s tone suddenly hardened.

Wang Shuo smiled again. “Your heart’s moved out. How could you find me?”

Chi Cheng was stunned for a moment, then silently said, “Go back.” Turning and
walking away, after several steps his eyes suddenly hardened, and he strode back,
crouched down, grabbed Wang Shuo’s collar, and shouted, “Get lost!”

Wang Shuo lay flat on the ground, forcefully pulling Chi Cheng’s hand off his collar,
ears still pressed to the grass. “You know? Your walking pace hasn’t changed at all —
three steps per second, 161 cm stride.”

Chi Cheng slowly stood and decided to stay far from this person who unsettled him.

“Big Yellow Dragon is dead,” Wang Shuo said behind him. Chi Cheng didn’t stop.

Suddenly Wang Shuo stood up from the grass, charged at Chi Cheng, leapt on him,
grabbed his neck, eyes bloodshot, yelling, “Chi Cheng, you’re not human! You actually
killed Big Yellow Dragon!!”

Chi Cheng said slowly and clearly, “From the moment you did this kind of thing, all the
snakes here deserved to die.”

Wang Shuo suddenly bit the venomous snake he had raised for half a year right on the
seven-inch spot. Snake blood sprayed all over Chi Cheng’s face. Chi Cheng’s pupils
dilated sharply, his roar shook the earth. “You want to die?!”

Wang Shuo remained calm. “Don’t you know? Humans can be poisonous too.” Then he
threw the dead snake from his palm onto the ground and pressed his blood-stained thin
lips hard against Chi Cheng’s mouth.

Wu Suowei was chatting with Jiang Xiaoshuai when he suddenly needed to pee. He
rushed to the bathroom and relieved himself, feeling completely refreshed as he walked
out. But before reaching the door, his expression changed. “Damn!” He dashed back to
the toilet and watched helplessly as the water flushed away the golden stream he had just
saved. He came out with a conflicted look, placed the bottle on the table, and said to
Jiang Xiaoshuai, “Can I borrow some pee?”
“What?” Jiang Xiaoshuai was stunned.

“Do you have any pee?”

“I was just about to go.”

“Don’t leave!” Wu Suowei suddenly stopped Jiang Xiaoshuai and held the mineral water
bottle near his crotch. “Pee here, pee here.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai gave him a black look. “Bro, you’re seriously twisted.”

“I really need it!” Wu Suowei explained Chi Cheng’s request to Jiang Xiaoshuai. Jiang
Xiaoshuai couldn’t help but wonder, “He’s pretty jealous, huh?”

“He just likes to pick fights, obviously doesn’t like me.”

“Then why do you still listen to him?” Jiang Xiaoshuai said, about to throw the bottle
away. Wu Suowei hurriedly stopped him, “I don’t want to listen either, but if I don’t
bring a bottle back, he’ll find some way to force me to pee when I shouldn’t.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s crotch tightened, eyes wicked. “You didn’t get peeing accidents from
him, did you?”

Wu Suowei’s mouth twitched. “Why are you asking that?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed. “Almost forgot, I’ve seen him make you pee too.”

Wu Suowei scanned Jiang Xiaoshuai’s lower abdomen and almost made that thing pop
out.

“Stop it, stop it…” Jiang Xiaoshuai surrendered. “I’ll pee for you, okay?” Then he took
the bottle into the bathroom.

Wu Suowei tried to peek but Jiang Xiaoshuai kicked him out. “Go, go, go! What are you
staring at?”

Wu Suowei smirked, “Aren’t you scared to be seen by all those guys in a public
restroom? What’s the big deal? Let me see.” Jiang Xiaoshuai kicked Wu Suowei out
again.

CHAPTER 162
Jiang Xiaoshuai hadn’t even managed to fill the mineral water bottle with one pee when
Wu Suowei opened the fridge to look around. He only saw two bottles of beer and took
them to the bathroom, guzzling them down.

Jiang Xiaoshuai thought Wu Suowei’s way of drinking didn’t look like he was “making
pee,” but rather like he had something on his mind.

“What’s wrong, Dawei?”

Wu Suowei burped and looked at Jiang Xiaoshuai in surprise. “What do you mean,
what’s wrong?”

“You just seem off!” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Wu Suowei casually said, “Didn’t I say earlier? I have to fill this bottle before going
back.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai, concerned, tentatively asked, “Has that Wang Shuo left yet?”

Wu Suowei’s eyes glazed over for a moment and he said, “I don’t know.”

“Have you been to see him at the hospital? How is he? Is he okay?”

Wu Suowei was silent for a while, then said, “He’s alright.”

“Bottling up emotions can cause sexual dysfunction, low sperm viability, and affect your
future fertility,” Dr. Jiang said.

Wu Suowei’s face changed slightly, then finally spoke, “I’ll take those words as if they
were meant for my eldest son.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled, thinking how easy Wu Suowei was to fool. Wu Suowei then
told Jiang Xiaoshuai everything that had happened the day he ran into Chi Cheng’s
private car at the hospital, emphasizing Chi Cheng’s strange behavior: ignoring couples’
time, acting inexplicably gentle when returning, getting up to smoke at midnight…

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked, “Could there be a misunderstanding?”

“What misunderstanding?” Wu Suowei snorted coldly. “I specifically asked. He didn’t go

to work that day. Since I saw his car at the hospital driveway after midnight, he must
have been there all night. I suspect he saw me but was too scared to show up. Otherwise,
he wouldn’t be so gentle when he got home.”

“That doesn’t sound like Chi Cheng’s style!” Jiang Xiaoshuai said objectively. “If Chi
Cheng really cared about Wang Shuo and wanted to visit him, he’d do it naturally. Even
if he was guilty, he wouldn’t let you see it.”
Wu Suowei thought about it and felt Jiang Xiaoshuai had a point.

“Why didn’t you ask him?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei shook his head. “Why ask? I’d rather not know.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai kindly reminded him, “Many misunderstandings come from not
addressing issues. If you keep accumulating them without solving anything, the trust will
wear out. You can go check on him now. Didn’t he go to the old house to pack things?
You’re not there, so if they had something going on, they’d definitely be having an affair
during this time.”

Wu Suowei’s heart skipped a beat. “Really go? What if I catch them?”

“Then just go home and get married!” Wu Suowei slammed the table. “If I catch them in
the act, I’ll go register the marriage tomorrow.” Saying that, he headed for the door.

Jiang Xiaoshuai called after him, “Hey, your pee.”

Wu Suowei glanced back with a smile. “No, it’s yours.”

Driving all the way to the suburbs, they took a wrong turn and had to circle back, wasting
quite a bit of time. Wu Suowei cursed, “Damn it, if there’s no ‘unexpected discovery,’
this oil money’s wasted!” That said, in his heart, Chi Cheng still had a proper place. No
matter how messy Chi Cheng’s relationships were, he was still a man. And a real man
wouldn’t do sneaky things like that! So until they got out of the car, Wu Suowei wasn’t
nervous at all. He shuffled towards the pond, unfamiliar with the area. It had rained a lot
in summer, the dark ground was muddy, and his steps grew heavier. Suddenly, a familiar
voice unexpectedly slipped into his ears:

“Your lips still taste the same as before,” Wang Shuo said.

Chi Cheng said nothing, just kept smoking.

Wu Suowei stood not far away and saw them sitting together — pond, lotus flowers,
weeping willows, gentle breeze… such a good atmosphere, such a beautiful night. Wu
Suowei turned back the way he came. He stepped into a muddy puddle again and silently
scolded himself, “Why don’t you learn? You deserve to step in the mud!” Then quietly
started the car. Good, the gas wasn’t wasted. Still not late, not late at all. I haven’t fallen
in. I’m still clear-headed. I always knew he was unreliable. I never invested much
emotion…

Thinking that, the little tear inside him suddenly escaped uncontrollably. Wu Suowei
slammed the brakes hard and leaned on the steering wheel, crying loudly. As a straight
man, when he agreed to be with someone, he actually gave his all. Now Wu Suowei
finally realized he’d been tricked so clearly. But it was okay — his heart had been
trampled on countless times and was strong enough. He wiped his tears and continued on.
Chi Cheng, remember this, I won’t let you off easy!

Gangzi checked the time and called Chi Cheng. “Shouldn’t we leave now?”

Chi Cheng said nothing and hung up.

Wang Shuo said, “You should leave.”

“Together?” Chi Cheng said coldly, “The beds in those rooms have all been moved.
You’ve nowhere to sleep.”

“I’ve spent a few nights here already. Never touched that bed of yours, the one squashed
by countless butts.”

Chi Cheng said nothing and left.

Wang Shuo suddenly spoke again, “Chi Cheng, you always ask me why I left for so
many years, but you never asked why I did that thing with Guozi.”

Chi Cheng glanced at the pond, a thin shadow lonely reflected on the water.

At 2:40 a.m., Jiang Xiaoshuai heard the doorbell and sleepily went to the door,
wondering who could be knocking so late. Peeking through the peephole, the face looked
familiar but he couldn’t recall who.

“Who is it?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Outside came the reply, “The gardener.”

Gardener? What garden? Guo Chengyu’s snake garden? Didn’t Guo Chengyu arrange for
them to stay? Why was he coming here? Jiang Xiaoshuai opened the door puzzled.

Wang Shuo put his arm around Jiang Xiaoshuai’s shoulder and came inside. “No place to
stay, coming to crash here tonight.”

By the time Jiang Xiaoshuai realized who it was, Wang Shuo had already taken off his
shoes and was on the bed.
“Hey… what the hell is this?” Jiang Xiaoshuai was frustrated. “I don’t know you well.
You come here at midnight, don’t say a word, just take off your shoes and get on my
bed? Who do you think you are? Why are you sleeping in my bed?”

“I like you,” Wang Shuo said.

Jiang Xiaoshuai ground his teeth silently. “I like Wu Yanzu, but I still sleep in my own
bed.”

“Move over a bit, make some space for me.”

Wu Suowei also didn’t go home. He stayed at Guo Chengyu’s place overnight. Don’t be
surprised — Guo Chengyu was even more surprised. He eagerly opened the door at
midnight, expecting Jiang Xiaoshuai, but got Wu Suowei instead.

“What’s this? Selling yourself to repay your master?” Guo Chengyu asked.

Wu Suowei’s head hit Guo Chengyu’s shoulder heavily. He said lazily, “Something like
that.”

“Hey, what the hell is this?” Guo Chengyu stretched out both arms but dared not touch
Wu Suowei, wondering if Jiang Xiaoshuai had sent him to test him.

Wu Suowei ignored that and collapsed on Guo Chengyu’s luxurious big bed. Halfway
asleep, he even took off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, his ass raised toward
Guo Chengyu, who hadn’t had meat for many days.

Guo Chengyu remembered the tender scenes he’d seen on the surveillance, and his desire
flared up. If not for the faded nude photos of Jiang Xiaoshuai in his mind making him
hesitate, he might not have been able to control himself.

To calm his heart, Guo Chengyu made himself a cup of tea. While pouring, he
accidentally knocked over a bottle of aphrodisiac perfume he’d taken from Jiang
Xiaoshuai’s cabinet. The bottle rolled on the table, and Guo Chengyu quickly reached for
it, but the table’s edge had two raised patterns and the bottle took a turn and fell to the
floor.

Bang! It shattered, the perfume spilled everywhere.

Wu Suowei grunted impatiently, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, take care of yourself.” Guo Chengyu said and left.

“It’s only a little after four… where are you going?” Guo Chengyu wondered.
It’s only half an hour’s drive to Jiang Xiaoshuai’s house, so it’d be around 4:30 a.m.
Jiang Xiaoshuai would be sound asleep — it wouldn’t be good to disturb him now. But
Guo Chengyu really wanted to see Jiang Xiaoshuai’s sleepy, curly hair. Right now, only
those curls could clear his mind of Wu Suowei’s big butt. So he got in the car and drove
off.

CHAPTER 163
Wang Shuo woke up after only a bit more than two hours of sleep, turning on his side to
stare at Jiang Xiaoshuai.

Jiang Xiaoshuai felt an itch on his face, scratched his forehead, then turned over with his
back to Wang Shuo. After lying like that a short while, feeling uncomfortable, he turned
back and slapped Wang Shuo lightly on the face.

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t mean to—it was because he dreamt that Guo Chengyu was hiding
a “treasure” in his house.

Wang Shuo ground his molars and got up from the bed.

Jiang Xiaoshuai heard the sound of running water from the bathroom and immediately
woke up.

Damn, did I forget to turn off the tap last night?

Still half-asleep, he had already forgotten that someone had broken into his home late at
night.

He got up and walked to the bathroom door. Seeing Wang Shuo’s figure there, he froze,
only after a long moment realizing what was happening.

Now he was wide awake, leaning against the doorframe watching Wang Shuo rinse his
mouth with toothpaste.

“I’m telling you, you’ve got something wrong with your brain, don’t you?” Jiang
Xiaoshuai asked.

Wang Shuo looked puzzled. “What’s wrong?”

“You tell me—why are you here? There are hotels and inns all over the place, why come
to my place just to save a couple hundred bucks?” Jiang Xiaoshuai sounded quite rude.

Wang Shuo turned on the faucet to wash his hands.

“Let me tell you, I hate it when people use my skincare products.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai, who was actually broke, had a half-used bottle of facial cleanser mostly
squeezed out by Wu Suowei.

“Relax, I’m just washing my hands,” Wang Shuo said casually. “I wash my face on
Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; take Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays off;
Sundays depend on my mood. Today’s Thursday, so you’re lucky.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai retorted sarcastically, “Chi Cheng really had good taste back then.”

“Why don’t you say Guozi had good taste too?” Wang Shuo deliberately reminded him.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was relaxed about it. “Because Guozi doesn’t like you.”

“That’s exactly why I’m crashing at your place,” Wang Shuo said as he walked to Jiang
Xiaoshuai’s door. “Out of all these people, you’re the only smart one.”

Just as he opened the door, Guo Chengyu was standing outside.

Both men froze.

Guo Chengyu’s face darkened instantly. Looking inside, Jiang Xiaoshuai was just
wandering in pajamas near the entrance. The two people, seemingly unrelated, appeared
naturally in his view, without any sense of discord.

“Good morning,” Wang Shuo said.

Then he walked straight into the elevator.

Guo Chengyu shot a fierce, grim look.

Wang Shuo added, “Bye!”

Damn, is this guy revolting?

Guo Chengyu glared at Jiang Xiaoshuai. “How come he’s sleeping at your place?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai raised his little curly hair and asked back, “Are you mad that he’s
sleeping with me, or that I’m sleeping with him?”

“What do you think?” Guo Chengyu’s voice was tinged with anger.

“I think you shouldn’t be mad at all—you should be happy! Your rival came to sleep at
my place, proving your lover doesn’t want him!”
Right after the words left Jiang Xiaoshuai’s mouth, Guo Chengyu pinned him against the
wall. The two tufts of curly hair were flattened under his big hand, the back of Jiang
Xiaoshuai’s head pressed against the wall, leaving messy marks. A strong masculine
scent wafted into Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face. Before he could dodge, Guo Chengyu pried
open his jaw and his wet tongue invaded, instantly disrupting Jiang Xiaoshuai’s
breathing.

Electricity coursed from Jiang Xiaoshuai’s lower abdomen to his fingertips. Suddenly,
Guo Chengyu reached to caress Jiang Xiaoshuai’s chest.

Jiang Xiaoshuai shuddered as if shocked by electricity, his nails nearly digging into Guo
Chengyu’s nape.

“So sensitive?” Guo Chengyu teased.

Jiang Xiaoshuai spread his fingers wide and pressed his hand hard against Guo
Chengyu’s face, pushing him away.

Guo Chengyu tried to kiss him again, but Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly blurted out:

“Even Wang Shuo says I’m smart, and you still won’t admit you like Chi Cheng.”

Before, whenever Jiang Xiaoshuai brought this up with Guo Chengyu, Guo Chengyu
would only be annoyed, helpless, resentful... and then it would end there. But today,
when Jiang Xiaoshuai mentioned it again, Guo Chengyu’s expression noticeably
changed.

“What did you say?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai slowly and clearly repeated, “Wang Shuo said out of all these people,
I’m the only smart one.”

After saying this, Guo Chengyu suddenly loosened his grip on Jiang Xiaoshuai.

They both stood frozen for a moment, and without another word, Guo Chengyu strode
out.

Chi Cheng arrived home near 1 a.m., but Wu Suowei hadn’t come back. He called him,
but no answer. He checked the clinic and the company—no sign of Wu Suowei
anywhere. Sweat beaded on Chi Cheng’s brow, his eyes hardening as he drove straight to
Jiang Xiaoshuai’s place.

Jiang Xiaoshuai had just sent away two guests when the third arrived.
Damn! Jiang Xiaoshuai cursed silently. Could they all just come together? One by one,
they were really testing his mental fortitude.

“Where’s Wu Suowei?” Chi Cheng asked.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was confused. “Your guy, why come here looking for me?”

That sentence hammered hard into Chi Cheng’s heart.

Still calm, Chi Cheng said to Jiang Xiaoshuai, “He came to chat with you last night,
right?”

“Yes, but he left after ten,” Jiang Xiaoshuai replied.

Chi Cheng’s face stiffened.

Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly realized something, a look of panic in his eyes.

“Dawei hasn’t gone back yet, has he?”

Chi Cheng forced some patience. “What did you say to him yesterday?”

“He said he had to pee into a bottle to take back, but he didn’t have enough pee, so he
drank two big bottles of beer, then…”

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t dare continue because it involved voyeurism, and if Wu Suowei
was okay, one careless word could put a thorn in their relationship.

Besides, Jiang Xiaoshuai knew Wu Suowei well — he wouldn’t do anything reckless and
was probably sleeping somewhere safe.

The heavy atmosphere pressed down, and Chi Cheng asked gloomily, “Then what?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai cleverly diverted the question, “Then he still didn’t have enough, so he
made me pee into the bottle… ahem…” Talking about this so early in the morning was
really awkward.

Chi Cheng turned and strode quickly downstairs.

Jiang Xiaoshuai also went down, taking the elevator, but when he got to the first floor,
Chi Cheng had already driven off. It was clear he was really worried.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was anxious too. Although Wu Suowei wouldn’t do anything drastic,
being out all night definitely meant something serious had happened, so he had to go
check.
But where to?

If Wu Suowei was upset in the suburbs, he might have stopped there or halfway back.
Even if he returned, there would definitely be traces left from before he left.

So Jiang Xiaoshuai decisively drove to the suburbs.

Chi Cheng’s driving was just a pretense; in fact, he had been secretly tailing Jiang
Xiaoshuai, knowing he was hiding something. Rather than waste time asking, he
followed him to see where he was going.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s car was only halfway when Chi Cheng realized the destination and
sped up, heading straight to the suburbs.

Poor Jiang Xiaoshuai, who was shown the way, ended up lost. Chi Cheng had already
arrived while Jiang Xiaoshuai was still circling around.

From the bungalow to the pond, there were twelve shocking rows of footprints.

Wu Suowei was wearing shoes that Chi Cheng had bought him; Chi Cheng knew the sole
pattern very well. Even if Wu Suowei was barefoot, Chi Cheng could recognize his
footprints.

The four rows of footprints going back and forth were crooked and uneven, unlike the
other eight rows that were steady and consistent. One dried mud pit had several footprints
in both directions. Chi Cheng could even imagine Wu Suowei staggering back and forth,
clumsily stepping into the same muddy spot.

Just then, Gangzi called.

“Master Chi, hurry back. Wu Suowei is in trouble.”

Hearing that, Chi Cheng’s face instantly changed. He rushed back urgently.

Why did Gangzi notify Chi Cheng? Coincidentally, early that morning, Li Wang came to
find Guo Chengyu but couldn’t find him, so he entered Guo Chengyu’s bedroom. There,
Wu Suowei pounced on him like a starving wolf, grabbing Li Wang’s clothes and trying
to pull them down.

Seeing this, Li Wang didn’t dare provoke him, quickly slipping out and locking the door
tightly. Then he called Gangzi, who tried to help take Wu Suowei to Chi Cheng but ran
into the same scene. With no choice, Gangzi called Chi Cheng.

When Chi Cheng arrived, Wu Suowei was like a rabid dog, locked in the room, unable to
get out. Chi Cheng kicked the door open; Wu Suowei was collapsing on the bed.
Jiang Xiaoshuai’s aphrodisiac oil was really something — just a drop was enough for a
whole night. Even Wu Suowei couldn’t resist its teasing effects, and even an old fox like
Chi Cheng felt a bit dizzy entering the room.

“So hot… so hot…”

It had been five or six hours since Guo Chengyu left. Wu Suowei could barely crawl to
the door to grab people’s clothes earlier; now he was completely exhausted, only able to
toss and turn on the bed.

When Chi Cheng lifted Wu Suowei, the latter was already semi-conscious.

Gangzi drove, with Chi Cheng holding Wu Suowei in the back seat.

Wu Suowei’s face was flushed, his chest burning hot, sweat pouring out nonstop. Chi
Cheng was furious but couldn’t help feeling worried, wiping his sweat and patiently
comforting him.

“Almost home, it’ll cool down soon.”

Wu Suowei had clawed three bloody scratches into Chi Cheng’s chest muscles, pulled up
his shirt, and buried his head in Chi Cheng’s chest, biting his nipple hard until blood
showed between his teeth.

Chi Cheng clenched his teeth and said nothing.

“So hot… so hot…” Wu Suowei moaned again.

Not just him—Gangzi driving in front was sweating too.

Chi Cheng pinched Wu Suowei’s cheek and asked, “Weiwei, do you know who I am?”

Wu Suowei gasped for breath, mumbling indistinctly, “I want to f*** you… I want to
f*** you…” Then flailed wildly, grabbing two handfuls of Chi Cheng’s hair.

Gangzi choked suddenly.

He had heard this before and had wondered what would happen if Wu Suowei lost his
mind and said such things in front of Chi Cheng.

“I want to f*** you…” Wu Suowei howled again.

Gangzi shivered involuntarily.

Chi Cheng swallowed hard and stayed silent in front of the others, enduring the complete
destruction of his image, holding a grim face all the way home.
 CHAPTER 164
After arriving home, Chi Cheng first laid Wu Suowei down on the bed, then turned and
headed into the bathroom. Just as he turned on the faucet, the big guy suddenly lunged at
him from behind, desperately tugging at his waistband. His two hands turned into little
pincers, clawing and scratching wildly on Chi Cheng’s muscular butt.

Damn, you really know how to make trouble!

Chi Cheng didn’t dare just put Wu Suowei anywhere anymore, so he had no choice but to
hold him tightly under his armpit. Whether taking off the towel or searching for clothes,
he carried this “dangerous element” on his body at all times.

But Wu Suowei wasn’t about to stay still—he bit, clawed, scratched, punched, and
kicked on Chi Cheng. If it were any other man, they would have knocked him out with
one stick long ago.

Chi Cheng stirred the water with his hands; it was warm enough to wash with.

He took off Wu Suowei’s clothes and pushed him into the water.

“Ahhhh, it’s freezing!!!”

Wu Suowei suddenly jumped out of the water, splashing Chi Cheng all over.

Chi Cheng added some hot water. When Wu Suowei got back in, he still shouted it was
cold. That’s when Chi Cheng realized Wu Suowei’s body temperature was insanely
high—no matter how hot the water was, it felt cold to him.

Wu Suowei started thrashing again, splashing half the bathtub water out.

“Behave!” Chi Cheng’s face darkened. “Cold or not, you have to endure it!”

Because of the high body temperature, Chi Cheng wanted to physically cool Wu Suowei
down first to prevent something going wrong later. Also, he wanted to check Wu
Suowei’s body during this time, to see if anyone else had “touched” him while he was
away.

Fortunately, the important places showed no abnormalities.

There were some bruises and red marks here and there, but those were from Wu Suowei
bumping himself or scratching with his own hands.

“Quick... quick...” Wu Suowei urged anxiously.

Chi Cheng placed Wu Suowei’s legs on the edges of the tub. When his face dipped into
the warm water, even before fully enveloping Wu Suowei’s manhood, just brushing the
folds with his stubble made Wu Suowei spray.

Wu Suowei’s excited state ignited a blazing fire in Chi Cheng. The thought that someone
might suddenly walk in and catch this scene, or that the seductive moans might be
overheard by the doorman, made Chi Cheng want to tear Wu Suowei apart.

Then, buoyed by the water, Wu Suowei’s hips lifted, allowing Chi Cheng’s strong
member to enter smoothly. The sharp burning sensation and tight suction assaulted him
fiercely, pulling his nerves and forcing out a rough shout.

Wu Suowei was equally overwhelmed, his erection spraying repeatedly, softening briefly
only to rise again. His waist twisted and trembled in ecstatic pleasure.

“I want to fuck you... I want to fuck you...” Wu Suowei kept begging uncontrollably. The
love Chi Cheng gave satisfied his body but not his mind.

Chi Cheng patiently soothed him, “You can’t handle such strong stimulation right now.”

“I can... I can...” Wu Suowei was desperate.

“Even if you can’t,” Chi Cheng feigned anger, “you’re all confused now. Even if we did
it, you wouldn’t feel confident afterward.”

Wu Suowei immediately cleared up, “You mean we can do it later?”

Chi Cheng said nothing, flipped Wu Suowei over, and continued.

The bathtub water cooled from hot to cold, and Wu Suowei’s body temperature dropped
a few degrees, but the restlessness wasn’t gone. Lying on the bed, he still struggled and
twisted, his buttocks raised high, waiting for Chi Cheng’s next touch.

How much endurance must Chi Cheng have to resist such blatant temptation?

His crotch was sore and swollen, but he stopped for now. If he kept going, Wu Suowei’s
body definitely wouldn’t hold up.

Thinking of the few days of painful moans Wu Suowei would make in bed afterward, Chi
Cheng decisively went to the next room, took out some “fire-clearing” medicine, mixed it
in syrup, and tricked Wu Suowei into taking it.

After quite a while, Wu Suowei gradually calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.
Chi Cheng, however, felt no sleepiness. He called Li Wang and asked for the full story.
As expected, Wu Suowei had gone straight to Guo Chengyu’s place from the suburbs,
and soon after Guo Chengyu came out of his room.

What happened in between, Chi Cheng didn’t know.

But he remained rational: Wu Suowei definitely wouldn’t have done anything with Guo
Chengyu. After all, the master-disciple relationship was there, and Wu Suowei wouldn’t
impulsively take out his frustration on Jiang Xiaoshuai’s partner.

But the anger was real—and not just normal anger.

Even if Wu Suowei did something with Guo Chengyu, or simply fled to another person’s
bed after a blow without checking the situation, Chi Cheng found it hard to bear.

His possessiveness toward Wu Suowei had reached the point of nitpicking, dangerously
close to being pathological.

The next morning, Wu Suowei finally woke up.

Just as Chi Cheng expected, Wu Suowei had no memory of what happened yesterday; his
memory only went up to the previous night. He only remembered going to Guo
Chengyu’s place and didn’t know anything after that. He thought only one night had
passed and it was still morning.

Chi Cheng sat beside him, dressed in formal clothes for an important city meeting, his
imposing figure adding seriousness.

Wu Suowei glanced at him once and knew Chi Cheng already had all the evidence of his
midnight intrusion at Guo Chengyu’s. Without explaining a word, he looked resigned,
like he was ready to be slaughtered.

“What exactly did you see?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei naturally understood Chi Cheng was asking about what he had seen while
spying at the pond.

But he answered coldly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Chi Cheng had given Wu Suowei a way out—he could complain or be stubborn as long
as he told the truth. But Wu Suowei wasn’t buying it; he even dared not to buy Chi
Cheng’s goodwill!

Chi Cheng instantly lost control, darkening his face and growling, “You’re asking for a
beating!”
Then his big hand flipped Wu Suowei over and slapped him hard on the butt.

Judging from Chi Cheng’s expression afterward, that slap was heavy.

He didn’t know how many people he had beaten in his life, the blood spilled could fill a
basin and drown someone, but just this 70% strength slap made him scared. After he
stopped, he didn’t dare look at Wu Suowei again—not because of guilt, but because he
didn’t want to see how badly he had hit him.

Wu Suowei neither cried nor made a sound, quietly lying there waiting for the pain to
fade.

Chi Cheng walked away.

Gangzi was waiting at the door. Chi Cheng stopped after a few steps.

“Go get my wallet from inside,” Chi Cheng ordered.

Actually, he had deliberately placed the wallet beside Wu Suowei’s pillow.

Gangzi went inside and took out the wallet, greeting Wu Suowei, who smiled back.

After getting in the car, the always silent Chi Cheng suddenly spoke.

“What was his expression when you went in?”

Gangzi was stunned. “Expression? Nothing much.”

Chi Cheng found it hard to ask, “Did he cry?”

“Cry?” Gangzi hesitated. “No! He even smiled at me.”

Chi Cheng didn’t say anything else.

Compared to this, Wu Suowei was much more easygoing.

After Chi Cheng left, Wu Suowei got dressed and returned to the company. Though still a
bit weak, nothing could kill his enthusiasm for earning money. Since the scene at the
pond two nights ago, he was even more determined—nothing was more reliable than
money. Money was a thing where effort equaled gain, unlike other things.

“Mr. Wu, a client is here to see you,” the front desk called.

Wu Suowei casually asked, “Who?”

“Mr. Wang Shuo.”

Wu Suowei’s expression froze briefly but quickly returned to normal.

“Bring him to my office.”

Wang Shuo strolled in casually.

Wu Suowei made him a cup of tea and greeted him politely.

“Please sit.”

Wang Shuo made himself at home, half lying, half sitting on the sofa. That was just his
style—no proper sitting or standing posture, like he had soft bones.

“How’s your head?” Wu Suowei asked.

Wang Shuo smiled, “It’s fine now.”

Wu Suowei nodded, “Then why did you come see me…”

“To support you!” Wang Shuo said. “You visited me when I was sick; now that I’m
better, I should take care of your business.”

Wu Suowei was generous, “Don’t be polite. Whatever you like here, just take it. Our new
products are newly developed, nothing impressive yet.”

“So humble?” Wang Shuo smirked. “I just checked downstairs and liked several designs,
for example…”

He pointed at a small wall lamp on the top shelf of the display cabinet—a new product
launched last month.

Wu Suowei looked over—that happened to be Chi Cheng’s favorite.

“This one’s my design,” Wu Suowei said proudly. “The light gradient fades gradually.
From afar it looks like a peach, suitable for an elderly room, symbolizing longevity.” A
very simple design concept.

Wang Shuo laughed, “Why does it look like your butt to me?”

Wu Suowei’s eyes darkened. Did they really have this much chemistry? Chi Cheng had
said the same.

“I picked more than twenty products; the quantities are marked. Take a look,” Wang
Shuo handed over the list. “If it’s okay, I’ll pay.”

Wu Suowei was surprised. “You’re really buying all this?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“Why buy so much?” Wu Suowei was puzzled.

Wang Shuo said, “My brother took on a job here and might stay for a while. I plan to
renovate the old house, so I’m checking out the lighting.”

A flash of disdain crossed Wu Suowei’s eyes but was quickly replaced by a generous
smile.

“Don’t pay, just consider it a gift.”

“That’s too embarrassing,” Wang Shuo smiled.

Wu Suowei laughed, “Why be polite with me, Xiao Lin?”

He called out to the corridor.

Lin Yanrui came in.

“Send this batch of goods directly to Mr. Wang.”

Lin Yanrui nodded and started to leave, but Wu Suowei stopped him.

“Don’t forget to bring two installers…”

CHAPTER 165
Not long after Lin Yanrui left, Wu Suowei received a phone call. After hanging up, he
told Wang Shuo, “I’ve got some things to handle, so I can’t chat with you.”

“No problem, go ahead,” Wang Shuo said. “I’ll finish this cup of tea and then leave.”

Wu Suowei said nothing more and walked straight out of the office.

After being busy outside for over two hours, when he returned, he found Wang Shuo still
hadn’t left. Not only that, but he was sprawled asleep on his sofa.

Wu Suowei silently cursed: “You really don’t treat yourself like a guest!”

But despite that thought, Wu Suowei was kindhearted and worried Wang Shuo might
catch a cold, so he found a piece of clothing to cover him. Then he sat at his desk to keep
working—too many files to handle, no time to pay attention to him.
Another hour passed, and Wang Shuo still hadn’t woken up.

Wu Suowei glanced sideways and saw this guy wasn’t pretending to sleep to annoy him;
he was sound asleep. Earlier, Wu Suowei had moved the ashtray and bumped the desk,
but Wang Shuo hadn’t even stirred.

Wu Suowei thought bitterly, “I’m careless enough, but you’ve got a heart so big it could
fit your brother inside!”

He turned and went over to wake Wang Shuo, raising his hand but suddenly stopped mid-
air. Despite not being particularly good-looking, his sleeping expression was surprisingly
charming. His eyelashes looked like two little curtains, thick and dark over his eyelids.

“Forget it, let you wake up naturally.”

Wu Suowei was just about to leave when Wang Shuo grabbed his hand.

Turning back, Wang Shuo woke up with a lazy smile.

Even after seeing Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng’s secret meeting by the pond, Wu Suowei
no longer hated him. He naturally shifted the blame to Chi Cheng, giving his rival enough
respect and tolerance.

Wang Shuo picked up the clothing covering him and asked, “Your clothes?”

Wu Suowei nodded.

Wang Shuo casually said, “Obviously bought by Chi Cheng. His taste hasn’t changed in
years. He’s always liked this kind of subtle pattern; almost every piece of clothing has it.”

“What subtle pattern?” Wu Suowei asked.

Wang Shuo pointed it out.

“You didn’t even notice something so obvious?”

But for Wu Suowei, obvious was equivalent to invisible, because the pattern’s base color
was green and the pattern itself was yellow—colors he couldn’t distinguish.

Not wanting to admit he was colorblind, Wu Suowei changed the subject.

“Didn’t you say you’d leave after finishing your tea?”

“Yes, I haven’t finished yet.”

Wu Suowei looked over and sure enough, there was just a bit left at the bottom. He had
seen shameless people before but never one so shameless—no wonder the old vinegar
took seven years to be poured out.

Chuckling, “You’re really funny.”

Wang Shuo laughed, “You’re really innocent.”

“Not as innocent as you.” Wu Suowei patted Wang Shuo’s head. “Your sleeping face just
made me feel ashamed.”

“Enough teasing you.” Wang Shuo spilled the truth, “Guozi has been chasing me these
past two days. I really couldn’t stand his harassment, so I came to your place to hide.”

Mentioning Guo Chengyu made Wu Suowei’s expression serious. Since Guo Chengyu
was connected to Jiang Xiaoshuai, even if not for himself, he had to worry about his
troublesome master all the time.

“Why’s he chasing you?” Wu Suowei asked.

Wang Shuo said, “Because of some old nonsense from years ago.”

Though inwardly annoyed, Wu Suowei asked in a gossip-like tone, “Do you like Guo
Chengyu or not?”

Wang Shuo was silent for a moment, then asked back, “What do you mean by like? What
is love?”

Wu Suowei shook his head, “Not as deep as you, can’t figure that out.”

After seven years of practice, Wang Shuo had a summary:

“Like is convincing yourself that nonsense makes sense; love is convincing yourself that
sense is nonsense.”

“That’s profound.” Wu Suowei lit a cigarette. “Explain it to me.”

Wang Shuo said, “It’s easy. Like is unlimited tolerance; any flaw you have is a virtue in
their eyes. Any absurd thing you do makes perfect sense. Love is the opposite; it’s
unreasonable nitpicking. The simplest action of yours can cause storms and bloodshed.
Simply put: liking someone means being calm for them; loving someone means being
restless for them.”

Wu Suowei understood this was a subtle hint that Chi Cheng’s feelings for him were only
at the “like” stage.
But he kept playing dumb and innocent, applauding Wang Shuo.

“You really are a love expert! You can break down relationships like formulas.”

“No choice. Pressured so hard, even the dullest head learns something. You’ve gotta try
harder, cutie.” Wang Shuo patted Wu Suowei’s head. “Being spoiled all the time isn’t a
good thing.”

“You flatter me.” Wu Suowei pouted. “He hasn’t spoken to me for two days.”

“Because you slept at Guozi’s?” Wang Shuo asked.

Wu Suowei nodded.

Wang Shuo laughed, “I don’t expect you to make him worry for seven years; seven days
is enough.”

Wu Suowei pretended not to understand. “Come on, who can suffer for so many days?
Even if he can, I can’t. Forget feelings for now; this guy is really good at sex! How could
I pass up the ‘capital’s best fuck’? I have to practice myself!”

Wang Shuo chuckled, “You owe me. Without my seven years of training, he wouldn’t
have such skills! When I was with him, nine out of ten times he bled.”

Wu Suowei sneered, “He had dumb moments too?”

“Heh… you don’t know half of it.” Wang Shuo said lightly. “Did you know? Not only is
he dumb, he’s a chatterbox, nagging in my ear more than my mom. And he’s petty—any
small thing he’d pick a fight over. We fought all the time; once we even used knives.”

He tore open three buttons on his chest, showing three scars to Wu Suowei.

“These are all his sins from back then—just because I said a few words to another guy.”

These scars hit Wu Suowei harder than the whip marks on that little brat’s butt at the
club.

But his reaction was much calmer, looking at Wang Shuo with sympathy.

“Those three years were really tough.”

Wang Shuo continued, “That’s why after I did what I did, I left without a word. Would
you have stayed? (This sentence sounds a bit odd—is it just me?) Now thinking back, I
feel sorry for the poor kids who took my abuse later. Actually, he wasn’t so kinky before.
After that incident, he got into SM. Oh, by the way, he didn’t do that to you, right?”
“You’re overthinking.” Wu Suowei said. “He hasn’t demanded that much from me.”

“Good.” Wang Shuo sneered. “I thought he might’ve asked that of you too.”

Just then, Lin Yanrui knocked and said someone was looking for Wu Suowei downstairs.

When Wu Suowei went out, he took a deep breath, finally feeling a little better.

But on the first floor, no one was there.

“You said someone’s looking for me?” he asked Lin Yanrui. “Where are they?”

Lin Yanrui was puzzled. “The HR director Li from Xunda Technology was just here.
Maybe she went out? I’ll check for you.”

“No need, I’ll go look.”

Wu Suowei wanted some fresh air; the room was too oppressive.

After wandering outside, he didn’t see Director Li but spotted a familiar statue leaning
against a car, still wearing the same cold expression.

“Hey!” Wu Suowei greeted Wang Zhen, “Idol.”

Wang Zhen glanced at him but said nothing.

Wu Suowei walked over and suddenly noticed Wang Zhen had a lollipop pinned to his
ear—a cold-faced assassin with a lollipop on his ear? Could that be a weapon?

Wu Suowei hesitated. He really wanted that candy because his heart felt bitter and
needed some sweetness.

Ask directly? Afraid he wouldn’t give it.

What to do? Use thief skills!

So when Wang Zhen turned his back, Wu Suowei reached out.

Problem: Wang Zhen was too tall; Wu Suowei couldn’t reach.

So he jumped up and down behind Wang Zhen.

Suddenly, Wang Zhen spun sharply.

Wu Suowei was scared, lost balance, and instinctively grabbed—caught Wang Zhen’s
outstretched arm…
And ended up hanging from it, feet off the ground.

Under the heavy weight, Wang Zhen’s arm didn’t bend but stayed straight. To Wu
Suowei’s astonishment, the arm slowly lifted, raising Wu Suowei even higher off the
ground.

Damn, that’s some strength!

Wu Suowei felt like he was holding a horizontal bar, not an arm.

Then he realized the lollipop was right in front of his face, within reach.

When Wang Zhen finally put Wu Suowei down, the lollipop was already in Wu Suowei’s
mouth.

“Thanks.” Wu Suowei smiled at Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen kept his poker face, watching Wu Suowei eat.

Suddenly, Wang Shuo came over with a dark expression, got straight into the car, and
slammed the door.

“Your brother’s in the car; you should leave.” Wu Suowei told his idol.

Wang Zhen finally spoke: the same question.

“Why do you call yourself Wu Suowei?”

Wu Suowei glared. “Hey, what’s wrong with you? Didn’t I tell you last time?”

Wang Zhen said nothing more, jumped from one side of the car to the other, opened the
door, and got in.

“That guy…”

Wu Suowei snorted, crunching his candy loudly.

CHAPTER 166
After that slap, Chi Cheng didn’t speak to Wu Suowei for three whole days.
Their daily routines stayed the same as usual — work when it was time, go home when it
was time, eat when it was time, sleep when it was time — only now without talking or
making love.

Chi Cheng wasn’t trying to teach Wu Suowei a lesson or make him reflect. His internal
struggle was just like after hitting Wu Suowei — a hard, unyielding stone that no axe or
hammer could break, yet somehow a single wronged glance from someone shattered it to
pieces.

Compared to Chi Cheng’s struggle, Wu Suowei felt much more relaxed. If he didn’t want
to talk, fine by him — he enjoyed the quiet. Maybe it was Wang Shuo’s psychological
suggestion, but Wu Suowei secretly hoped Chi Cheng would reconcile later, to end these
restless days a bit later.

Unfortunately, Chi Cheng couldn’t hold out.

Three days without touching the smooth, firm skin; no thrusts against the hard, tight ass;
no sneaky affairs before work; no “naked candlelight dinners” after; the camera
untouched for ages; the crotchless pants in the closet wondering who would wear them —
how could he live like this?!

Most importantly, he’d met Wu’s mother today, who kept repeating how much she
thought of her son.

So Chi Cheng tampered with the bathroom water pipes.

When Wu Suowei showered, the water would switch between ice-cold and scalding hot.
Usually, if anything broke at home, Chi Cheng fixed it. Wu Suowei was too lazy or just
couldn’t fix things himself.

But he didn’t want to speak to Chi Cheng first, so he decided to fix it himself.

After removing the casing, he found the temperature sensor seemed faulty. He poked at it
with Chi Cheng’s toothbrush, rinsed it, and put it back.

Feeling it was fixed, he closed the cover and continued washing.

Hmm, the water temperature seemed okay.

“Ahhh—!!”

Less than ten seconds later, Wu Suowei was burned and jolted to the door, hesitating
before quietly opening it a crack to peek out with wide eyes.

Chi Cheng sat on the sofa playing on his computer, his sharp, chiseled features radiating
a wild and domineering aura.
Wu Suowei cleared his throat but said nothing, glanced back at the steaming bathroom,
then turned his head back and awkwardly said, “The water heater’s broken.”

After a long pause, Chi Cheng finally stood up from the sofa, strode steadily to the
bathroom, shut off the valve, and began fixing the heater. What should have taken a
minute turned into a clanging ten minutes.

Wu Suowei grew a bit anxious and walked over to watch.

Chi Cheng shot him a glance and saw Wu squatting next to him, naked below, wandering
his “bird.”

Wu Suowei wasn’t trying to seduce Chi Cheng; he was covered in soap foam and
couldn’t put clothes on. Also, he wanted to see how Chi Cheng repaired it, so next time
the pipes broke, he could manage himself.

Just then, the water was turned back on, the temperature comfortably restored.

Wu Suowei looked at Chi Cheng, wanting to say something but didn’t.

Chi Cheng pushed him underwater and casually scrubbed his hair and ass.

Wu Suowei’s tense muscles relaxed instantly. Indeed, Wang Shuo had overestimated
him. Seven days? This was only the third, and Chi Cheng had forgiven him so easily.

A strange bitterness rose in his heart.

Chi Cheng thought Wu Suowei was still upset about the slap, so he rubbed his buttocks
and asked in a low voice, “Still hurts?”

Wu Suowei replied awkwardly, “Not at all.”

Chi Cheng said nothing more.

Wu Suowei suddenly spoke, “Why don’t you ask why I ran to Guo Chengyu that day?”

Chi Cheng was silent.

Wu Suowei went on, “Why didn’t you get angry at me? Why didn’t you drive me away
or scold me?”

Chi Cheng took Wu Suowei’s questioning as whining, thinking he just wanted to hear
words like “I can’t bear it” or “I care.” Since he couldn’t say it, he showed it through
actions — kissing, fondling, rubbing, touching, licking…
Wu Suowei realized Chi Cheng was truly indulgent and calm with him. No matter what
happened, he kept silent and used his dick to solve all problems.

Before sleeping, Chi Cheng noticed the corner of Wu Suowei’s mouth was slightly
upturned but not smiling.

“Why aren’t you sleeping yet?” Chi Cheng cupped Wu’s cheek.

Wu Suowei turned to him with shining eyes.

“I’m acting like a chatterbox.”

Chi Cheng asked right away, “Has Wang Shuo been looking for you?”

Seven years on, just hearing “chatterbox” and thinking of the other was a terrifying tacit
understanding. Wu Suowei had to believe everything Wang Shuo said was true.

“I already told you,” Chi Cheng said bluntly. “I only care about the incident, not the
person. If I didn’t like you, I would have kicked you out by now, no reason needed.”

Among all that, Wu Suowei only heard two words — “like.”

It seemed Chi Cheng had never said “love.”

“I believe you.”

Wu Suowei smiled and hooked an arm around Chi Cheng’s neck, continuing.

In the following days, Chi Cheng noticed Wu Suowei had changed.

He no longer lingered in bed, no longer grumbled until Chi Cheng’s big hand landed on
his ass to get him up, but sprang up refreshed; he stopped being stingy, paying the phone
bill in full at once, shutting Chi Cheng’s mouth; he stopped being picky, choosing light,
easy-to-digest food and avoiding chili entirely; he no longer got cozy with the little
jealous one, didn’t care about “catching birds” when going out, and the nickname
“Erbao” was heard less and less.

Most importantly, whether Chi Cheng left early or came home late, Wu Suowei no longer
questioned it.

Every day when Chi Cheng came home, he saw a radiant smile, no more petty quarrels,
and perfect cooperation in bed. No matter how horrible Chi Cheng’s demands were, Wu
Suowei met them all. No matter how crude or filthy the words Chi Cheng wanted him to
say, he blurted them out without hesitation.
Chi Cheng used to think Wu Suowei was a little mule, taking one step when whipped.
Now he saw him as a little turtle who just poked his head out, then quickly retreated into
his hard shell.

Wu Suowei saw Chi Cheng changed too. His remaining temper was gone, replaced by
calm and tolerance. He always urged himself to visit Wu’s mother, but what he did
during those times, Wu Suowei had no clue.

Another passionate night followed.

Early the next morning, Wu Suowei felt like he’d fallen apart, but when the alarm rang,
he forced himself up — only to be pushed back down by Chi Cheng.

“Sleep a little more.”

“I’m not sleeping,” Wu Suowei rubbed his eyes. “It’s Thursday; I have to take you to
work.”

“No need. You just sleep.”

Chi Cheng took a day off and cuddled with Wu Suowei all morning.

After lunch, Chi Cheng said, “I have a high school reunion tonight.”

Wu Suowei nodded.

Lately, nodding was his most frequent gesture.

Chi Cheng added, “If I’m too late, don’t wait. Go home and stay with your mom.”

Wu Suowei still nodded.

Chi Cheng studied him for a while and asked, “You don’t like it?”

“No!” Wu Suowei seemed even more excited than Chi Cheng. “Reunions are great! High
school friendships are the purest — you can’t lose contact, and it’s hard to make friends
like that later.”

Chi Cheng said nothing, turned, and went to change.

Wu Suowei returned to the company. Lin Yanrui told him, “Mr. Wang called. He said he
replaced the wallpaper on the ceiling and wants to change the style of some ceiling lamps
too.”
“Did he say what style?” Wu Suowei asked.

Lin Yanrui shook his head. “He said to leave it to you.”

Wu Suowei thought for a moment and wrote an order, handing it to Lin Yanrui.

“Take these specs and get them from the warehouse.”

Lin Yanrui nodded and left with the order.

Wu Suowei stood up. “Wait, I’ll come with you. Did Wang give you the keys?”

“Yes,” Lin Yanrui swung his hand. “He gave them during the last renovation and never
got them back.”

Around 4 p.m., Lin Yanrui took Wu Suowei to Wang Shuo’s home. The building was
old, but the apartments were large—over 300 square meters—and inhabited by wealthy
people.

Inside, Lin Yanrui discussed decoration plans with two other employees.

Wu Suowei wandered through the rooms. Since the renovation hadn’t started, the
furniture was intact, and Wang Shuo still lived here. Wu Suowei stood by the floor-to-
ceiling window, looking out at the nearby Finance Bureau building—just recently, Wang
Shuo had stayed home, watching Chi Cheng come and go.

Moving away from the window, Wu Suowei sat on the sofa, surveying the bedroom.

The décor was trendy from six or seven years ago, reflecting Wang Shuo’s good family
background then. A large flat-screen TV hung on the wall with a DVD player below.

A glass cabinet displayed cameras and camcorders with a dated vibe, immediately
catching Wu Suowei’s attention. Apparently, six or seven years ago, Chi Cheng already
had this hobby.

Wu Suowei went over and tried to open a drawer, but it was locked with a password.

Knowing it might be a trap set by Wang Shuo, Wu Suowei still couldn’t resist.

The temptation was too great.

He tried Chi Cheng’s name, birthday, Wang Shuo’s name, both names together, even
Guo Chengyu’s name… all failed.

Just as he was about to give up, he suddenly combined Chi Cheng’s and Guo Chengyu’s
names.
To his surprise, it opened!

Wu Suowei sneered to himself: You’re carrying two people in your heart? Aren’t you
tired?

He took out the cameras and found stacks of photos and discs.

But it wasn’t as scandalous as he imagined. Most photos were of the three together, the
closest being Chi Cheng hugging Wang Shuo or kissing him—a little sweet, but not
excessive.

Then he put a disc into the DVD player.

Soon, Chi Cheng and Wang Shuo appeared on the screen.

Wu Suowei’s chest tightened from the shock. These were from their first year dating,
when Chi Cheng was only seventeen or eighteen, looking completely different now.
Although already commanding and proud then, he had no trace of dark shadows, just
bright sunshine that dazzled Wu Suowei’s eyes.

He couldn’t imagine Chi Cheng smiling so cleanly and straightforwardly.

Even less imaginable was how innocent and pure Wang Shuo was then, playing and
frolicking with a bunch of “snakes” — an oddly affectionate sight.

The scene switched to the seaside, with Guo Chengyu holding a camera. Though the shot
was distant, Wu Suowei saw Chi Cheng hugging Wang Shuo’s head, with waves
crashing nearby.

Guo Chengyu whistled and shouted, “Hey, give us some rated-R stuff!”

Then Wu Suowei saw Wang Shuo’s clothes floating on the waves and skipped that part.

Afterward, Guo Chengyu came into the frame, holding the camera that Wang Shuo had
before. To Wu Suowei’s surprise, Chi Cheng could sing — and sing well; Guo Chengyu
could dance — and dance dazzlingly. Two young men full of vigor and life, jumping and
playing wildly on camera.

CHAPTER 167
Then, Wu Suowei discovered something else.
Among all these discs and photos, there were no pictures or videos of just Wang Shuo
and Chi Cheng together. Guo Chengyu was almost always present. Even when there were
solo photos or clips of Wang Shuo and Chi Cheng, it was clear they weren’t selfies, but
shot by a third person holding the camera—Guo Chengyu.

This question was even raised in a later video, where Guo Chengyu himself asked:

“Why do you two always have me film? Can’t you just take selfies?”

Chi Cheng laughed cheerfully, “Selfies can’t change angles, so the filming effect isn’t
good.”

After that, Guo Chengyu didn’t say anything more. The three went into Chi Cheng’s
home without any awkwardness, sitting together to eat, drink, and chat, having quite a bit
of alcohol. It was clear that among the three, Wang Shuo drank the best. The other two’s
words were already slurred.

After eating and drinking, they started messing around again. Guo Chengyu picked up the
camera and aimed it at Chi Cheng and Wang Shuo.

“Kiss, kiss…”

Wu Suowei saw Chi Cheng kissing Wang Shuo quite passionately. The camera zoomed
in close enough to clearly see how they sucked each other’s lips and tongues — just like
Wu Suowei, when deeply in love, would narrow his eyes into a slit to look at Chi
Cheng’s face — sexy and seductive.

“Bite the nipples, hurry up, I want to see some sucking,” Guo Chengyu teased
mischievously.

Then Chi Cheng really lifted Wang Shuo’s shirt and bit him.

Wu Suowei suddenly felt that Chi Cheng wasn’t biting Wang Shuo’s chest, but his own
heart — biting it to bloody pieces. Yet he forced himself to keep watching.

A clip followed where the camera was held by Wang Shuo.

Chi Cheng suddenly sat shoulder to shoulder with Guo Chengyu.

“Master General Attack,” Wang Shuo teased Chi Cheng, “Kiss Guozi, I want to see you
kiss Guozi.”

Guo Chengyu squinted and smiled slyly at Wang Shuo, clearly knowing something.
Chi Cheng, the so-called “Master General Attack,” tightened his arm around Guo
Chengyu’s neck, suddenly pulled his face close, smiled dominantly, and slowly pressed
his lips onto Guo Chengyu’s thin lips.

Wu Suowei clearly felt Wang Shuo’s breathing grow heavier, contrasting with his joking
tone.

But Chi Cheng was truly drunk, biting Guo Chengyu’s lips hard.

Then the camera shook, and Wu Suowei’s heart shook with it.

Then Chi Cheng didn’t let go, pried open Guo Chengyu’s jaws, and pushed his tongue
inside.

Guo Chengyu grabbed Chi Cheng’s neck fiercely, their lips and tongues entangled
fiercely.

The youthful recklessness and passion, full of blooded romance, flaunted wildly on
camera.

The footage shook more and more, sometimes flipping 90 degrees, tossing Wu Suowei’s
heart into turmoil.

Only one disc was left. Wu Suowei didn’t know if he had the strength to keep watching.

His head buzzed, vision flashing black and white.

His fist clenched and cracked; he was unwilling to give up.

So he inserted the last disc.

The date range on this disc was much wider — unlike the first disc, which recorded clips
every few days with changing scenes, this one’s recordings were mostly concentrated at
Chi Cheng’s home, with long intervals sometimes one or two months, the longest gap
half a year.

Perhaps their relationship had passed the honeymoon stage and was heading into the
“quarrel period” typical in Wang Shuo’s seat.

On this disc, Wu Suowei distinctly felt Wang Shuo had changed — his gaze became
suspicious, his personality more sensitive. He also noticed that the furniture in Chi
Cheng’s home was replaced every so often, and every once in a while, the two would
show new bruises or scars.

The biggest change: Guo Chengyu was no longer the one holding the camera.
Wu Suowei’s heart grew colder and colder, overwhelmed by a nameless fear.

Later, the video cut to a scene where the camera was on but the screen was black. Wu
Suowei could clearly hear two people breathing — one awake, one asleep. The calm
breathing was Chi Cheng’s; the slight snore was the rhythm Chi Cheng only made after
drinking.

It was a long sleep recording, over two hours, filmed in a dark room.

Wu Suowei patiently dragged the timeline forward until, suddenly, he heard a voice in
the dark.

Wang Shuo asked, “Chi Cheng, who is the most important person in your heart?”

A long, long pause.

Then Chi Cheng, slurring drunkenly, murmured two words:

“Guozi.”

Immediately after, the video cut off.

Wu Suowei felt as if his heart stopped beating at that moment.

He wanted to get up and put the disc back but lost balance, slipped to the floor, and hit
his forehead on the corner of the TV cabinet.

Lin Yanrui heard the noise and rushed in.

“Mr. Wu, what happened?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Wu Suowei hurriedly stood up. “You go do your work, I’m just
looking for something.”

Lin Yanrui left. Wu Suowei anxiously put the discs and photos back in place, but when
he was about to put the last disc back, he hesitated.

“Linzi, I’m going out for a bit, will be back soon.”

Lin Yanrui nodded.

Soon, Wu Suowei bought a blank disc from a nearby office supplies store, returned,
transferred the last disc’s video onto the new disc, then put the original disc back.

After a final check to make sure everything was neat, Wu Suowei left Wang Shuo’s
room.
…

At the high school reunion were Chi Cheng, Guo Chengyu, and Wang Shuo.

Because Wang Shuo hadn’t been seen for a long time, some classmates specially
arranged the reunion after hearing he was back. Once the most popular figures in the
class, they were still the focus of everyone’s attention. Back then, the three were arrogant
and untouchable — few dared joke with them. Now, all had matured and were willing to
joke openly.

“Big boss, we always thought you and Guo Chengyu were a couple.”

“Hahaha… yeah, I thought so too. You and Guozi even shared a toilet.”

“I remember clearly, once during a school voluntary labor, we went for a group bath.
When it was our class’s turn, one showerhead was missing. The teacher asked who could
share, and everyone thought of you and Guozi.”

“We all checked out your and Guozi’s big birds and guessed who was the ‘top.’ The
winner got to be ‘Master General Attack.’”

A group of middle-aged and unmarried women cheered.

“You guys are too mean.”

“So that’s where the ‘Master General Attack’ came from.”

Chi Cheng silently listened with a chopstick between his lips. Guo Chengyu fiddled with
a wine bottle, ignoring the teasing. Wang Shuo lay between them, playing with his snake-
shaped keychain, suppressing a chuckle, occasionally joining in.

“Wang Shuo,” Fang Xin teased, “we secretly called you the ‘third wheel’ back then,
always sticking between the Master General Attack and Guozi.”

Wang Shuo grinned mischievously, “I’m the third wheel.”

He then hugged Guozi, blushing yet seeming serious.

The chopstick in Chi Cheng’s mouth suddenly snapped.

Later, the group asked Chi Cheng to sing, but he flatly refused.

“Years of smoking have ruined my voice; I can’t sing anymore.”

They asked Guo Chengyu to dance.

“No way,” Guo Chengyu said. “My idol image is too heavy, I can’t show up at small
events like this.”

Wang Shuo joined the teasing, “Why so stubborn? Just perform a bit, the golden duo
from school that melted thousands of girls’ hearts — where’s that courage gone?”

Under pressure, the two finally gave a short performance.

Modest to a fault, Chi Cheng’s deep, penetrating voice melted the hearts of the women.
Guo Chengyu seemed to have reversed aging — not only did his face look plumper, but
his limbs also looked youthful. His dancing stunned the audience. Luckily, Jiang
Xiaoshuai wasn’t there, or he’d have ignored them all — no one could tame such beasts.

Seven years later, their rhythm and steps matched perfectly.

After the reunion, the three walked arm-in-arm out of sight, then went their separate
ways.

The last time Guo Chengyu came to Wang Shuo’s place and saw him gone, he guessed
Wang Shuo was with Chi Cheng.

This time, he went straight to Chi Cheng’s place.

Sure enough, Wang Shuo appeared at the corner ahead.

He silently followed Chi Cheng, his feet barely touching the ground, sliding like a snake,
hissing into Chi Cheng’s ear.

In a dark spot, Chi Cheng suddenly pinned Wang Shuo to the wall, gripping his neck.

“What the hell is this all about?”

Wang Shuo didn’t struggle, just stared straight at Chi Cheng.

Minutes later, Wang Shuo’s broken sobs filled the air.

“Chi Cheng, fuck you!!”

Tears slid down Chi Cheng’s hand. His grip suddenly loosened, and Wang Shuo slipped
to the ground.

Guo Chengyu stood nearby, bloodshot eyes fixed on everything.

“Have you never slept with him, right?” Chi Cheng suddenly grabbed Wang Shuo’s
collar, pulling him close. “Whether you nod or shake your head, just say one word, and
I’ll forgive you.”

“Didn’t you see everything?” Wang Shuo said.

Chi Cheng violently threw Wang Shuo to the ground and walked away.

Wang Shuo’s cries tore open the darkness in Chi Cheng’s eyes.

Guo Chengyu strode over, picked Wang Shuo up, and put him in his car.

Wu Suowei was actually not far off, but indifferent to everything happening, his eyes
fixed only on his idol.

“I hit my head on the table corner this afternoon and got a big bump,” Wu Suowei said.
“My iron head skill is useless now. I heard you can split steel plates with your head, so I
want to apprentice under you and learn that skill.”

Unexpectedly, Wang Shuo said, “That’s harmful to your body. I’ll teach you something
else.”

Wu Suowei’s eyes lit up. “Really? Is it powerful? Easy to learn? Can it be a finishing
move?”

After asking a string of questions, Wang Shuo ignored him.

He opened the car door, took out a rubber glove, blew it up, put it inside the car, closed
the door, then held a steel needle and flicked his wrist so the needle pierced the car glass
and popped the glove inside.

Wu Suowei was stunned.

“Isn’t this a scam?”

Wang Shuo demonstrated the trick again, piercing the glass with the needle.

Wu Suowei’s legs went weak. “How did you do that?”

“Using wrist strength,” Wang Shuo said briefly.

Wu Suowei pulled Wang Shuo’s big hand onto his own and studied it. “Aren’t you
worried you’ll slip and hurt the thing down there?”
 CHAPTER 168
The next morning, Wu Suowei opened his eyes. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-
ceiling windows onto the carpet, lighting up the entire room. It was clearly a bright,
sunny day, but Wu Suowei felt heavy clouds hanging over him, a dark, oppressive weight
on his chest, an inexplicable suffocation.

Turning his head, he immediately found the source of his pressure.

Chi Cheng silently leaned against the headboard nearby, his robe half on, exposing a
broad patch of chest muscles. The hard lines ran all the way up to his prominent brow
ridge. His eyes were like bottomless black holes, impossible to read. His mouth twitched
slightly, and the stubble around his lips looked like a dense thicket of sharp blades,
stabbing at the person who annoyed him.

Wu Suowei ignored the previous night’s reunion completely. He stretched out an arm to
embrace Chi Cheng, resting half his face against his chest. His hand slipped inside the
robe’s opening, caressing Chi Cheng’s ribs under his armpit and along his waist.

Such an intimate gesture immediately softened the hostility radiating from Chi Cheng.

“What did you do last night?”

“You asking me?” Wu Suowei replied lazily.

Chi Cheng’s steady gaze burned into him. “If not, then who?”

Wu Suowei answered frankly: “I originally planned to pick you up, worried you’d be too
drunk to drive. Then I ran into my idol halfway and chatted casually with him. I found
out he has a special skill I’m really interested in, so I apprenticed under him to learn it.”

Wu Suowei’s explanation was sincere and detailed, without hiding anything. Chi Cheng
had no argument and could only hold back his anger, with a sweet smile that blocked
even his nose and eyes — he couldn’t even catch his breath.

Wu Suowei went on, “You can’t imagine how amazing he is — he can pierce glass with a
steel needle and even pop a rubber glove on the other side! Wait until my dad brings the
props back, I’ll demonstrate for you. Damn, it’s so awesome!”

Then he looked for the rubber gloves, steel needles, and glass he had placed by the bed
last night.

“Hey, I’m sure I put those on the nightstand before bed... where did they go? Chi Cheng,
did you see my... props?”
At that, Wu Suowei glanced at Chi Cheng and suddenly realized his face was completely
dark.

“I threw them away,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei was surprised. “Why did you throw them out?”

“What are you gonna do with them?” Chi Cheng’s tiger-like eyes glared. “Don’t you
have enough trouble without messing yourself up?”

“I just think it’s fun!” Wu Suowei said matter-of-factly.

Chi Cheng’s suppressed anger flared up again. “Are you saying the skill is fun, or that the
person is fun?”

Wu Suowei laughed boldly, “He is pretty fun too.”

Chi Cheng’s face turned icy cold, voice on the verge of exploding.

“No—play.”

The three words rang out like gunshots, carrying great intimidation.

Normally, with Wu Suowei’s temper, he’d ask “Why?” or deliberately push back, giving
Chi Cheng reason to vent his pent-up frustration.

But this time, Wu Suowei didn’t.

He simply said, “Then I won’t play.”

This sudden obedience only made Chi Cheng more annoyed.

Wu Suowei pulled Chi Cheng’s hand over his own forehead and said, “I took a tumble
yesterday afternoon and got a big bump on my forehead.”

Pure and naked coaxing — the sole purpose was to choke him up!

Wu Suowei rubbed his forehead with Chi Cheng’s hand, then lowered it, smiling at him.

Chi Cheng looked at him like this and couldn’t stop the hand from continuing to rub. He
had to hold back his anger.

He planned to continue the “interrogation” after the massage, but Wu Suowei

unexpectedly fell asleep, completely at ease, comfortably resting against Chi Cheng’s
stomach for a nap.
Chi Cheng suddenly realized he had a hard time figuring out Wu Suowei’s rhythm.

In the afternoon, on his way back to the company, Wu Suowei bought a box of rubber
gloves, two large pieces of glass, and over a dozen boxes of steel needles, completely
ignoring what Chi Cheng had said.

At the company, he kept practicing.

The office echoed with crackling sounds, needles flying everywhere. Before long,
mysterious popping noises could be heard.

The next afternoon, using the excuse of changing light bulbs, Wu Suowei happily went to
Wang Shuo’s house. As soon as the door opened, two gloomy eyes stared at him, but Wu
Suowei showed a brilliant smile.

“You’re here too?”

Wang Shuo leaned against the door frame, lazily scrutinizing Wu Suowei. “What do you
mean ‘too’? This is my home. Are you here to find Chi Cheng?”

“No, not really,” Wu Suowei smiled awkwardly. “I’m here to see your brother.”

Wang Shuo’s expression changed. “What do you want with him?”

“To learn a skill!” Wu Suowei shook the props in his hand.

Wang Shuo lifted his chin. “He’s sleeping inside.”

“I’ll wait outside then.”

He walked right in and plopped down on the sofa, glancing at the ceiling lights and
asking, “How’s the lighting? Are you happy with the changes?”

“Not bad,” Wang Shuo answered honestly. “You’re pretty good at matching colors.”

“I didn’t really try,” Wu Suowei admitted, “I just picked the same style.”

Wang Shuo glanced at the lamps — all different colors, none the same. But Wu Suowei,
who was colorblind, thought lamps with the same design were basically the same color.

Turns out the “color matching” was just a lucky coincidence.

The two sat facing each other. Since watching those videos, all of Wu Suowei’s
resentment toward Wang Shuo had dissipated.
“I think there’s a misunderstanding between you and Chi Cheng. I’m willing to help clear
it up,” Wu Suowei said.

Wang Shuo wasn’t grateful and picked a sensitive point to provoke Wu Suowei.

“Do you think Chi Cheng and I have gotten back together?”

“Hardly,” Wu Suowei replied politely.

Wang Shuo leaned close and whispered, “What if I smear you? Create misunderstandings
between you two?”

Wu Suowei smiled saintly. “I’ll keep clearing things up for you. I firmly believe you and
Guozi are innocent. I’ll thoroughly investigate and give you justice.”

“I welcome you to clear my name,” Wang Shuo pinched Wu Suowei’s cheek, “But if I
want to keep smearing you, what then?”

Wu Suowei stayed honest. “Do what you want. I deal with facts, not people. I have
principles. I won’t hide the truth for personal gain. I’d rather be cruel to myself than cruel
to Chi Cheng.”

“You’re really invested,” Wang Shuo looked at Wu Suowei with a teasing smile.

Wu Suowei returned a respectful gaze. “Not as much as you, senior.”

Wang Shuo laughed heartily. “Enough, I won’t bother you. I’ll go wake my brother.”

“No, I want my idol to wake naturally.”

“Then you can prepare a funeral wreath,” Wang Shuo said. “He never wakes naturally. If
I don’t wake him, he’d probably just sleep forever.”

Wu Suowei was speechless.

About three minutes later, Wang Zhen came out from the inner room, shirtless and
wearing loose pants.

Wang Shuo’s eyes immediately fixed on him — sinewy muscles with less than eight
percent body fat, the world’s most perfect chest and abs.

He’d heard that a man’s ‘size’ is proportional to height and inversely proportional to
weight. Chi Cheng’s height was 1.87m, and his ‘length’ was something. The idol’s height
was 1.93m, so his must be…

ahem Wu Suowei grinned mischievously.

Wang Shuo gave Wu Suowei a playful head bonk. “You’re so entertained staring at
someone else’s crotch. Chi Cheng really trusts you to be alone with him.”

Wu Suowei chuckled.

Then Wang Zhen began evaluating Wu Suowei’s hard practice over the past two days.
He didn’t let Wu Suowei strike glass directly, but first test the needles on a sandbag. If
the needle stuck, it was passing.

Wu Suowei stood a meter from the sandbag, shaking his wrist.

The needles flew everywhere except the bag. Even when they touched, they didn’t pierce.

“I practiced too much these days, overloading. My wrist has no strength.”

Wang Zhen massaged his wrist. “It’s not training fatigue; your angle is wrong. Practicing
like that won’t build strength but may sprain you.”

Wu Suowei suddenly felt much lighter after the massage.

“I’ll teach you hand by hand,” Wang Zhen said.

Wu Suowei was honored. Before he could get over his excitement, Wang Zhen grabbed
his hand and gave a perfect wrist flick. The needle flew swiftly.

Then Wang Zhen calmly went to the sandbag and pulled out the needle.

Fine sand leaked, forming a straight line between the sandbag and the floor.

“Wow!” Wu Suowei applauded.

Wang Zhen expressionlessly stood behind Wu Suowei, his tall figure enveloping him,
continuing to teach the wrist flick.

Five minutes later, needles pierced a ring on the sandbag.

“Pull them out yourself,” Wang Zhen patted Wu Suowei’s head.

Obediently, Wu Suowei pulled each needle out. When finished, he was surprised to see
the sand leakage had formed a heart shape on the floor.

He quickly took a photo with his phone.

Then, eyes full of admiration, he looked at Wang Zhen. “Can you give me your number?”

Wang Zhen ignored him.

Wu Suowei was a bit disappointed.

Before leaving, Wang Zhen approached with a balloon.

Pop.

The balloon burst, startling Wu Suowei.

Inside the balloon popped out an apple, hitting Wu Suowei’s head.

Holding the apple, his heart still racing.

“Thank you.”

Wang Zhen said nothing more, watching Wu Suowei leave.

At the elevator, Wu Suowei was about to bite into the apple when he noticed many small
holes on it, as if pierced by steel needles. On closer inspection, the holes formed a
number.

Clearly, it was Wang Zhen’s phone number.

Wu Suowei was deeply touched by Wang Zhen’s gesture. This guy was so romantic. Wu
Suowei had planned to save the number on his phone first, memorize it before going
home, then delete it so Chi Cheng wouldn’t see. But Wang Zhen pierced the number right
onto the apple, so Wu Suowei had to remember it before eating.

Taking a bite, he couldn’t help but think: Damn, why didn’t we meet sooner?!

CHAPTER 169
After Wu Suowei left, Wang Shuo came out from another bedroom and stared straight at
Wang Zhen.

“Look at you, still kinda attached to him, huh?”

Wang Zhen said nothing and focused on tying his shoelaces.

“Handsome, no scheming, those big eyes rolling around — real lovable, right?” Wang
Shuo asked again.

Still no reply from Wang Zhen. His deep pupils emitted a faint cold light, a stark contrast
to the warmth Wu Suowei had just shown.
“Wang Zhen, are you mute or what?” Wang Shuo snapped angrily.

Finally Wang Zhen spoke, but silence would have been better.

“You’re right about all of it,” he said.

Wang Shuo’s face instantly darkened. With his usual shouting tone, he said, “Damn it,
are you trying to piss me off? I realized Chi Cheng’s summary of your personality is spot
on: you get stronger with the strong, and dumb with the dumb. Look at you two together,
the dumbest pair I’ve ever seen!”

Wang Zhen finished tying one shoe and picked up the other.

“You’re a chameleon! You change with whoever you meet! When you’re with him, you
turn into a pig!”

Wang Zhen stood and looked down at Wang Shuo.

“That’s why I want to slap you whenever I see you.”

Wang Shuo’s anger flared, and he lunged at Wang Zhen.

“Say that again, Wang Zhen! Don’t think I’m scared of you just because you’re tough —
I’ll call my snakes to bite you!”

Wang Zhen grabbed Wang Shuo’s neck firmly. “You need your medicine.”

Wang Shuo was as if strangled in a mute hold, mouth wide open, making noises but no
clear words. Wang Zhen dragged him down, found the medicine for calming nerves,
shoved it into Wang Shuo’s mouth without giving him water, pushing it down into his
stomach.

After letting go, Wang Zhen still scolded with a dark face.

“Wang Zhen, you’re just being difficult! Always bullying your own brother — no
wonder mom calls you an ungrateful wolf. You really are one! Damn it... what are you
doing... ah ah...”

Wang Shuo then tied Wang Zhen backward onto a punching bag, putting a steel needle
between each finger. Needles shot toward him, narrowly missing vital spots and sticking
into the wall.

“Wang Zhen, I warn you!” Wang Shuo’s face turned red. “You better let me down fast or
I’ll blow the whistle and my beloved snakes will come out and bite you!”

Wang Zhen kept shooting needles at the shaky Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo was about to blow the whistle when a needle zipped past his Adam’s apple;
he tried again, another needle flew by; desperate, ten needles whirled around his neck and
struck the wall.

“Ah ah ah... You better believe I’m calling mom right now! I’m reporting you! Mom,
mom... my brother’s bullying me again, you better do something!”

Eventually, Wang Shuo ran out of energy and gave up.

Wang Zhen stood in front of Wang Shuo, staring at his dust-covered, earthy gray face.

Wang Shuo was aggrieved. “Damn it, why haven’t I grown tall all these years? It’s
because of you! If you hadn’t treated me this way since childhood, wouldn’t I have
grown?”

Wang Zhen and Wang Shuo had fought since they were kids, and Wang Shuo always
brought up this complaint.

This time, Wang Zhen finally responded.

“We took in the same nutrition, but mine went all over my body; yours all went to
growing cunning.”

Back at the company, Wu Suowei kept admiring that apple on his desk, fascinated by it.

Only before dinner did he finally bite into it, sweetness sinking deep into his heart.

It made him lose appetite for dinner.

“It’s not training fatigue, it’s your wrist angle,” his idol’s voice echoed in his ears.
“Practicing like that won’t strengthen your wrist, it’ll just sprain it...”

Thinking of this, Wu Suowei unconsciously shook his wrist. Suddenly, a chopstick shot
out, flying straight at Chi Cheng’s face.

Chi Cheng calmly pinched the flying chopstick between two fingers, watching him
silently.

“You didn’t hold it steady,” Wu Suowei laughed awkwardly.

Usually chopsticks dropped when not held steady; Wu Suowei’s chopstick flew into
someone else’s face. Naturally, Chi Cheng didn’t return it.

Wu Suowei had to grab it himself, but when he tried to pull it back, Chi Cheng held firm.
Chi Cheng’s strength was perfectly measured — at this force, Wu Suowei couldn’t pull it
out. Changing his wrist angle, he finally yanked the chopstick free.

Looks like he’d had expert guidance.

Wu Suowei hadn’t expected Chi Cheng to figure out his “running a red light” move just
from a flying chopstick, without leaving the house or sending spies.

Of course, Chi Cheng didn’t confront him directly, just gave a subtle warning.

“Don’t do dangerous stuff like that again.”

Wu Suowei replied openly, “Almost poked your eye out, huh?”

Not almost — it already pierced my heart.

That night, Wu Suowei went to shower alone. Suddenly, his phone rang.

Chi Cheng picked it up. It was a text from an unknown number.

“Was the apple tasty?”

Chi Cheng replied on Wu Suowei’s behalf:

“You better change your number, or I’ll find out who you are.”

Then he blocked the number.

Wu Suowei lay on the bed, glancing at his phone now and then. He first sent a message to
Wang Zhen with his own number but got no reply for a long time.

Chi Cheng glanced sideways while Wu Suowei pretended to play games.

If Wu Suowei openly chatted with this person, Chi Cheng wouldn’t mind — it was
clearly to make him jealous. But Wu Suowei didn’t play by the rules. He was sneaky and
wary of Chi Cheng, deleting messages immediately. His guarded look was natural, with
no trace of pretension.

After Wu Suowei fell asleep, Chi Cheng called Wang Shuo.

“Did Wu Suowei come to your place this afternoon?”

Wang Shuo was silent for a moment. “Are you asking me just to torture me? He didn’t
come, but I’d say he did; he didn’t stare at my brother’s crotch, but I’d say he did; he
didn’t get my brother to teach him his special skill hand-by-hand, but I’d say they did…
Chi Cheng, you’re something else — you actually called me just for an apple?”

“Did you send that text?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wang Shuo said, “Would you take a call from the person you love just to smear your
rival?”

Chi Cheng was silent for a while. “Tell your brother to put the apple away.”

Then he hung up.

Wang Shuo chuckled, thinking: Tell your brother to put the apple away? What else can
he do with our family apples?

After a few seconds of inexplicable laughter, he threw his phone downstairs.

That phone was given to Wang Shuo by Wang Zhen and was quite shockproof. Wang
Shuo had dropped it many times, and it always survived intact.

This time, I want to see if it breaks!

Wang Shuo couldn’t sleep, spending the whole night on the sofa. Early next morning,
just as he was dozing off, the doorbell rang.

Opening the door, a dozen movers stood there.

“Hello, we’re from Green Wild Orchard. Here are the apples you ordered.”

One after another, they carried boxes of apples inside. Soon after, another group arrived
with more boxes.

Wang Shuo watched helplessly as boxes of apples piled up, filling one room, then two…

“Hey, what are you all doing?”

Wang Shuo was pushed into Wang Zhen’s bedroom, yelling, “Wang Zhen, you’re still
sleeping? Our house is being surrounded by apples, damn it, get up!”

By the time Wang Zhen opened his eyes, the apples were already piled next to the bed.

Ten or so people pushed boxes of apples onto Wang Zhen’s bed.

Wang Shuo punched Wang Zhen’s chest a couple of times.

“This is your doing! Clear a path for me or how are we supposed to get out?”
Suddenly, dozens of boxes toppled, and apples rolled everywhere.

The house turned into an ocean of apples.

Wang Zhen calmly got up, opened the window, and jumped down from the fourth floor.
A middle-aged woman gasped in horror as he landed steadily.

He walked a few steps and patted the shoulder of a young man who had just picked up a
phone.

“Thanks, this is my phone.”

“How do you prove that... this...”

The young man hesitated mid-sentence.

“Brother, I’m your phone. I just helped you pick it up.”

Wang Shuo was still yelling at the window, “Wang Zhen, you’re amazing. What do I do
now that you’re gone? How do I get out? Ah ah ah…”

Just then, apples started falling all around.

Wang Shuo was pushed under the desk.

Apples kept pouring in; Wang Shuo had no choice but to jump into a box.

Then someone called out.

“Mr. Wang, your apples are all here. We’re leaving now.”

Wang Shuo looked down — he had only a box’s worth of space to move. The box was
the one Wang Zhen used for apples, already filled with dozens of their own apples,
painfully crowded. He wanted to throw some out but had nowhere to put them.
Surrounded by apples, he was basically “buried alive.”

“Tell your brother to put the apples away.”

Only then did Wang Shuo understand Chi Cheng’s meaning.

That man was really clever and extraordinary! Wang Shuo had to admit it. Because he
realized this box was okay for him, but if it was his brother’s larger frame, without
clearing those apples, he’d be suffocated for sure.

He bit into a big apple hard.

“You get all the good luck, but I bear all the trouble. Wang Zhen, I swear I’m screwed for
life because of you!”

CHAPTER 170
It turned out that Chi Cheng’s warning once again failed to work on Wu Suowei.

After returning to the company, Wu Suowei kept practicing his steel-needle-through-

glass trick, almost obsessively to the point of neglecting sleep and food. Aside from the
indispensable work that only he could do, everything else was delegated to his
subordinates. He focused all his energy on perfecting his special skill.

After lurking around for many days, Jiang Xiaoshuai finally appeared.

Just getting out of the car, he attracted countless gazes. Walking up from the company
entrance to the second floor, he received almost a hundred percent head-turn rate. But a
master is a master — despite so much attention, he stayed calm, carrying a strikingly
handsome face, and walked to Wu Suowei’s office door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He knocked three times.

From inside came three corresponding knocks.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s expression flickered, and he pushed the door open to enter.

He was immediately shocked by the scene before him.

The walls were decorated with balloons, some freshly inflated, others already burst. Steel
needle boxes lay scattered everywhere, and gleaming steel needles were visible all over
the place.

Wu Suowei was wildly swinging his wrist in front of a cardboard sheet. Now, he no
longer aimed to pierce glass — just popping balloons by stabbing through cardboard was
enough.

“I say… what are you doing?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Hearing Jiang Xiaoshuai’s voice, Wu Suowei turned around excitedly, then was startled
by the sight of him.
Jiang Xiaoshuai’s style was wildly trendy — black round vintage glasses, yellow curly
hair, three-piece suit, and sporty leather shoes — dazzling Wu Suowei’s eyes.

“Damn, what’s up with you?” Wu Suowei grabbed Jiang Xiaoshuai and spun him around
several times on the spot, examining him from multiple angles.

“Fishing for rich guys!” Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled.

Wu Suowei tugged at his curls. “Fishing for rich guys? Why?”

“Just for fun,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said. “Everyone at the clinic is locked down helping me
now. With so much free time, what else would I do? A couple of days ago I spotted a
cute sixteen-year-old at a bar — skin so tender it looked like it could drip water.”

Wu Suowei snorted. “If you pinch water from his face, Guozi’s gonna be bleeding from
yours.”

“Don’t be like that!” Jiang Xiaoshuai said teasingly. “That guy doesn’t have time for this
— his love triangle keeps him busy enough.”

Wu Suowei fell silent.

Jiang Xiaoshuai noticed that whenever he mentioned Guo Chengyu and Chi Cheng
before, Wu Suowei would always lash out at him. But this time, he was completely
speechless.

Could it be that he finally accepted this theory?

“Hey, have you noticed anything?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei beckoned him over to sit by the computer, inserted a disc, and played the
video from that day.

“I don’t see Guo Chengyu in this!” Jiang Xiaoshuai was puzzled.

Wu Suowei fast-forwarded to the very end, playing the last part for Jiang Xiaoshuai.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s expression changed drastically after listening.

“Just as I suspected.” Jiang Xiaoshuai slammed the table. “Those two really have
something going on.”

Wu Suowei then told him about some clips he had seen before. Putting personal feelings
aside, the master and disciple leaned over the table and started objectively analyzing the
situation.
“I think Chi Cheng liking Guo Chengyu is quite likely,” Wu Suowei said. “From the
videos, I don’t feel Guozi has any special feelings for Chi Cheng. If you liked your
buddy, could you calmly film him being affectionate with someone else?”

“That could very well happen with Guozi,” Jiang Xiaoshuai muttered mysteriously.
“He’s a weird guy — capable of anything.”

Wu Suowei dismissed Jiang Xiaoshuai’s remarks. “You’ve only been close to him a few
times, do you know him well enough? You haven’t even shared a bed. What right do you
have to comment?”

“Who says we haven’t shared a bed?” Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly flared up.

Wu Suowei leaned in quickly. “When? Was he any good? How many times?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes darkened. “We’ll discuss that later. Let’s talk business first.”

“Don’t!” Wu Suowei was anxious. “I want to hear! Such a big deal, how come you’re…”

“Wang Shuo!”

Just those two words instantly killed Wu Suowei’s gossip enthusiasm.

Jiang Xiaoshuai continued, “I think Wang Shuo and Chi Cheng’s breakup definitely
involves Guo Chengyu. Either Guozi deliberately slept with Wang Shuo to break them
up, or Wang Shuo himself created a misunderstanding to tear Chi Cheng and Guozi apart.
Those are the only two possibilities.”

Wu Suowei immediately concluded, “Definitely the latter.”

“Words are just words!” Jiang Xiaoshuai sighed. “You’re only guessing from the footage,
no solid evidence. Even if you have good reasons, if Wang Shuo doesn’t admit it, there’s
nothing you can do! Maybe he was just triggered and impulsively slept with Guozi.”

“No point chasing reasons now,” Wu Suowei said decisively. “I only care about the
result.”

“What do you think?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei stated firmly, “They didn’t sleep together.”

“So?”

Wu Suowei’s gaze flickered. “So I have to find out the truth and clear Guozi’s name.”
“Don’t forget,” Jiang Xiaoshuai warned seriously, “clearing Guozi means clearing up the
misunderstanding between Wang Shuo and Chi Cheng.”

“I know,” Wu Suowei said calmly. “I want to clear Wang Shuo’s name. After watching
the videos, I found Wang Shuo’s love for Chi Cheng runs deep. He wouldn’t betray him.”

“Wang Shuo isn’t a good guy.” Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “Ever heard the story of the farmer
and the snake? Wang Shuo is like that snake. If you’re good to him, he won’t thank you
— he might even bite you.”

Wu Suowei said faintly, “I won’t let him bite for free.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said no more.

The room fell silent. Just as the atmosphere turned heavy, suddenly a balloon popped.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s attention snapped back.

“What are you doing? Practicing balloon popping? Planning to win prizes at the fair?”

Wu Suowei smirked. “Why do you think I’m so ambitious?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled, “Then why are you practicing this?”

Wu Suowei told Jiang Xiaoshuai about the day he met his idol and everything he saw and
heard. His words often revealed a strong admiration for Wang Zhen. Jiang Xiaoshuai
cleared his throat. “You’re talking about a person? Sounds more like Iron Man to me.”

“What are you saying?” Wu Suowei frowned. “If you saw him in person, you wouldn’t
doubt what I say. You don’t know how cool he is! Can’t describe it in words — just
thinking about it makes me want to be reborn.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai poked Wu Suowei’s chest. “Falling for him?”

Wu Suowei laid on the desk, smiling softly. “Maybe.”

“You’re not serious, right?”

Wu Suowei just smiled silently.

“I’m telling you, don’t be dumb. If Chi Cheng finds out, you’ll regret it!”

“Maybe before I regret it, he’ll have already dumped me.” Wu Suowei poked dense holes
in the desk with his needles, then said, “I’m just giving him a way out, so he won’t have
to find an excuse to kick me.”
Jiang Xiaoshuai felt a pang of sympathy.

“I think Chi Cheng’s feelings for you aren’t fake. I still remember when you got bitten by
the snake, the things Chi Cheng said to you — they touched me deeply.”

“They weren’t fake to begin with,” Wu Suowei said. “The words he said to you could
move you, the ones he said to others could move me too. He’s never fake to anyone.
Which one is true? Only he knows.”

Not long after Jiang Xiaoshuai left, Chi Cheng arrived at Wu Suowei’s company.

At that moment, Wu Suowei was in his office popping balloons — the crackling sound
echoed downstairs.

The secretary was coming down from the second floor and greeted Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng asked, “Where’s the general manager?”

“In the office.”

“What’s he doing?” Chi Cheng asked.

The secretary hesitated. Wu Suowei had instructed her not to mention his needle practice
if Chi Cheng asked.

Chi Cheng already guessed most of it and headed straight upstairs.

At that moment, a quicker figure dashed past him straight to Wu Suowei’s office.

Chi Cheng took two big strides, grabbed the informant’s collar, and threw him against the
stairwell.

Then silently opened the office door.

Wu Suowei was so absorbed in practice that he didn’t notice the person behind him.

Chi Cheng tore off his tie, grabbed Wu Suowei’s neck with one hand, covered his eyes
with the tie, pulled off the black sofa cover, wrapped Wu Suowei inside, tied him tightly
with a belt, slung him over his shoulder, and headed out.

The whole process took less than three minutes.

No one knew Chi Cheng had “kidnapped” Wu Suowei — everyone thought the young
master had come to pick up goods in person.
Chi Cheng only put Wu Suowei in the car before Wu Suowei realized and shouted.

“Who… who are you? Are you kidnapping me?”

Chi Cheng said nothing, started the car with a dark expression.

Hearing the engine, Wu Suowei got even more nervous.

“I’m telling you: you can kill or insult me, but don’t touch my company’s money! Don’t
even think about extorting my company funds!”

Chi Cheng really wanted to kill this stingy guy who’d rather be screwed than lose a cent.

After a moment’s silence, Wu Suowei spoke again.

“Big brother, your breathing sounds kind of familiar…”

Chi Cheng remained silent.

Wu Suowei cautiously asked, “Big brother, are you from the Lao Chi family?”

Chi Cheng still said nothing.

“No? Then what’s your surname?”

Chi Cheng finally spoke.

“Tu.”

Wu Suowei was surprised. “That surname? Then what’s your name?”

“Fu.”

“…”

CHAPTER 171
Smelling the familiar scent of Dabao cream, Wu Suowei knew he was home, and finally
confirmed that the person who “kidnapped” him was none other than that bastard from
the Lao Chi family.

His tie was untied, and in front of Wu Suowei’s eyes was his own bedside.
Compared to his usual fear, this time Wu Suowei wasn’t scared at all. Not only that, he
turned to Chi Cheng with a complaint, “Why is there no surprise at all?”

“Surprise?” Chi Cheng narrowed his eyes.

Wu Suowei, shy and embarrassed, said, “You ‘kidnap’ me in this special way, don’t you
want to give me a surprise the moment you untie the blindfold? So where is it? Where’s
the surprise?”

Looking around and seeing no surprise, Wu Suowei said disappointedly, “Really boring!”

If Chi Cheng had a heart condition, Wu Suowei would’ve already made him suffer an
attack.

Wu Suowei’s hands were tied behind his back, but he neither struggled nor panicked. He
just quietly lay on the bed, his cheek pressed to the sheets, eyes half-closed, looking quite
comfortable.

Chi Cheng’s cold voice echoed in the room, “Want a surprise? Here you go.”

He left the room, bringing in all the “evidence” seized from Wu Suowei’s company,
placing them right before Wu Suowei’s eyes. Clearly, Chi Cheng was about to conduct a
thorough “investigation.”

Wu Suowei pursed his lips. “Not fun. I’ve seen it all before.”

Chi Cheng didn’t argue. Calmly, he walked to a drawer and pulled out a small round egg
and a remote control.

“What’s this for?” Wu Suowei asked with curiosity.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

Chi Cheng coated the small round egg with lubricant and pushed it inside Wu Suowei’s
tightly shut orifice, all the way in.

Wu Suowei didn’t reject it; instead, he arched his waist slightly.

“Why doesn’t it move at all?”

Chi Cheng ignored the question, grabbed a balloon, inflated it, tied it to Wu Suowei’s
tailbone, then lightly stabbed it with a steel needle. The balloon burst with a whistle.

Feeling a numb pain on his butt, Wu Suowei instinctively contracted his sphincter, and
the small round egg immediately began vibrating.
“Ugh…” Wu Suowei couldn’t help but moan softly.

The remote in Chi Cheng’s hand lit up. The device was linked with the small round egg
— whenever the egg vibrated, the remote showed a red light and displayed a contraction
intensity value. Chi Cheng could thus monitor the impact on Wu Suowei’s sphincter and
gauge his tension.

After one balloon popped, another was tied to Wu Suowei’s buttocks.

Under Wu Suowei’s nervous gaze, Chi Cheng again moved the steel needle, and the
small round egg vibrated fiercely with Wu Suowei’s rising tension. Wu Suowei
simultaneously enjoyed the physical pleasure and endured the mental torture.

At first, it didn’t seem too harmful.

Wu Suowei thought so too at first, but as the number of balloons increased and Chi
Cheng punctured them more quickly, Wu Suowei realized this was no joke.

The tension before and after each balloon popped made Wu Suowei’s breathing harder
and harder, his chest felt unbearably tight, and he nearly fainted. The vibrating egg
intensified its stimulation, increasing the suffocating feeling, which in turn made the egg
vibrate even more forcefully…

This vicious cycle left Wu Suowei both in pleasure and pain, his mind on the verge of
collapse.

So he began begging, though in fact he’d been softening his words from the start.

“Chi Cheng… let me go… I can’t breathe… please…” Wu Suowei struggled painfully,
large beads of sweat rolling onto the sheets.

Chi Cheng held back his pity and said, “Think about what you did wrong before you beg
me.”

After that, he inflated over twenty balloons at once and scattered them around Wu
Suowei’s buttocks.

Before Chi Cheng even started, Wu Suowei got nervous and the vibrating egg “worked”
again. With hardly any time to breathe, Chi Cheng’s steel needle flicked toward him
again.

Though once Wu Suowei’s favorite tool, now the needle and balloons had become the
things he dreaded most — he didn’t want to see either again.
Chi Cheng was like a psychological tormentor, knowing exactly when and how to stab to
maximize Wu Suowei’s mental suffering. Over twenty balloons burst at different speeds
around Wu Suowei’s anus, bringing waves of torment.

“I’ve thought it through…” Wu Suowei wailed, near collapse, “I won’t practice the steel
needle through glass anymore… never again… sob…”

Chi Cheng still proceeded calmly.

Wu Suowei felt like he was dying. His vision flickered black and white, nine breaths out
of ten were gasps. He was about to pass out. But then more strong stimuli came from
below, driving Wu Suowei almost insane. He gasped for air with a red face.

“Chi Cheng… don’t you feel sorry for me…” Wu Suowei sobbed, begging for help.

Chi Cheng deeply felt this wasn’t torture for Wu Suowei, but torture for himself.

On one hand, he felt sorry for Wu Suowei — every plea struck his heart; on the other, he
felt relieved — Wu Suowei’s suffocating agony wildly stimulated his nerves down there.
He wanted to see Wu Suowei’s unbearable expression but was also afraid of it.

Originally, Chi Cheng planned to torment Wu Suowei nearly to death, making him truly
fear these things.

But while Wu Suowei was still crying loudly, Chi Cheng untied his belt, grabbed Wu
Suowei’s waist, and thrust hard inside.

Like a thirsty man finding water, Wu Suowei cried out in pleasure.

After a thorough “punishment,” Wu Suowei lay on Chi Cheng’s chest, panting heavily.
Once his breathing steadied, he said something that made Chi Cheng’s blood boil.

“Really good.” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng’s blood reversed course. He grabbed Wu Suowei’s neck again, pinned him on
the bed, and reached for the steel needle.

Wu Suowei screamed in fear, “Don’t… I won’t practice anymore, really won’t.”

Chi Cheng’s pent-up anger finally exploded.

“Why don’t you listen? Don’t you know practicing this will easily prick your hand?”

Regardless of whether Chi Cheng’s lecture convinced Wu Suowei, the fact was Wu
Suowei’s fear of the needle and balloons showed this warning had some effect. He was
truly scared — not to mention practicing, even seeing needles and balloons made his liver
tremble.

“But if I don’t practice, others will prick me.”

“Who dares prick you?” Chi Cheng’s cold aura swallowed the room’s warmth. “Tell me
who dares! I’ll chop him up!”

Wu Suowei’s heart churned — he was afraid Chi Cheng wouldn’t really do it.

The more he thought this, the less he wanted to tell the truth.

“No one’s gonna prick me. I’m just worrying for nothing.”

Although Wu Suowei obeyed Chi Cheng’s warnings and requests perfectly, Chi Cheng
still felt something was off; Wu Suowei’s inner thoughts were slipping out of his control.

Before sleep, Wu Suowei suddenly asked Chi Cheng, “Why aren’t you with Guo
Chengyu?”

Chi Cheng was about to light a cigarette; hearing this, his hand with the lighter froze.

“What did you say?”

Wu Suowei dared to speak, “I think you and Guo Chengyu would make a good match.”

Chi Cheng finally spat out the old blood stuck in his throat.

He was speechless and just shoved the troublesome guy under the covers, trying all kinds
of ways to coax him.

The next day, Chi Cheng took Wu Suowei to the hospital.

A psychiatrist there was Chi Cheng’s cousin by marriage, whom he rarely saw. If Wu
Suowei hadn’t said that sentence before sleep, Chi Cheng wouldn’t have remembered the
kinship.

After the routine exams and some questions, Wu Suowei cooperated fully.

Then the psychiatrist told Chi Cheng, “He’s perfectly normal, no mental issues.”

Chi Cheng frowned. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure he’s fine,” she said, glancing at Chi Cheng and delicately suggesting, “Maybe
you should get a checkup too?”
Chi Cheng was speechless.

Just as they were about to leave, Wang Zhen and Wang Shuo suddenly appeared at the
clinic door.

Chi Cheng and Wang Zhen’s eyes met, carrying the unspoken tension of “when two
tigers fight, one must get hurt,” though both wore calm faces.

Since they were acquaintances, it would be rude not to greet, so Wu Suowei tugged Chi
Cheng over.

“Who’s here for treatment?” Wu Suowei asked.

Wang Shuo answered, “Me.”

“Such a coincidence!” Wu Suowei said, “Why did you both choose this hospital, this
department, and this doctor?”

Wang Shuo replied calmly, “Because before I went abroad, I came to see her several
times, so I trust this doctor.”

Chi Cheng’s gaze flickered at “before going abroad.”

Wang Shuo glanced meaningfully at Chi Cheng.

Wu Suowei’s eyes passed over Wang Shuo and fixed on Wang Zhen behind him.

Then, he secretly stuck out his tongue at him.

A faint, barely noticeable smile appeared at the corner of Wang Zhen’s eyes.

CHAPTER 172
After returning home from the hospital, Chi Cheng took out the small round egg again.

Wu Suowei’s nerves tensed. “What are you going to do?”

Chi Cheng lifted his chin, indicating Wu Suowei should insert the device back inside.

“What?” Wu Suowei was startled. “You want me to wear this to the company? I still
have meetings to hold with employees, negotiations with clients. You want me to
embarrass myself in public?”
Chi Cheng replied calmly, “If your mental state doesn’t reach a certain level of nervous
excitement, it won’t vibrate.”

“What if I want to relieve myself?” Wu Suowei asked.

Chi Cheng remained composed. “Don’t worry, you already relieved yourself this
morning. Unless you purposely eat something that gives you diarrhea, it won’t come out
for the rest of the day.”

Because of their lovemaking routine, Chi Cheng had regulated Wu Suowei’s metabolism
so precisely that his intestines worked like an alarm clock, only going off at certain times.

“You can only remove it when you’re with me. At all other times, you must wear it. The
remote is with me; if you take it out secretly, I will know immediately.”

Wu Suowei said irritably, “This means you don’t trust me.”

“I don’t distrust you; I’m just not at ease.”

“Is there a difference?” Wu Suowei asked.

Chi Cheng’s low voice sounded, “Think carefully if it varies by person.”

Wu Suowei took a deep breath. Before unraveling the tangled mess of the three of them,
he didn’t want to argue with Chi Cheng. He had changed strategy—from open resistance
and secret submission to open submission and secret resistance.

He asked sullenly, “How many days?”

“Until I think you’re obedient enough.”

Wu Suowei really put the small egg back inside. On the way to the company, he
deliberately contracted his anus, but the egg didn’t react at all. He couldn’t help but think
maybe Chi Cheng was bluffing—he hadn’t actually turned the device on, just trying to
intimidate him mentally.

All the way to the company, Wu Suowei was fine down there.

He stepped into the company confidently.

Back in the office, sitting in his chair, he again deliberately tightened his anus, but the
egg inside stayed quiet.

Wu Suowei felt completely relieved.

Just as he put down his bag, the secretary came in to help him organize documents.
Today, the secretary wore a tight black dress that hugged her curves and full hips,
sending a wave of sensual heat toward Wu Suowei. His anus suddenly clenched sharply,
and the small egg violently vibrated.

“Damn, this thing’s way too sensitive…” Wu Suowei’s breath caught.

“Mr. Wu, are you alright?” The secretary’s sweet voice called.

Wu Suowei rubbed his forehead. “It’s nothing.”

But the more he tried not to look, the more he glanced at the secretary’s hips. The more
he glanced, the more the egg vibrated fiercely. The fiercer it vibrated, the more he wanted
to look, so…

His face flushed red, sweat poured down, breathing heavy—he was extremely
embarrassed.

“Um… you go handle your work, I… I’ll organize this myself.” Wu Suowei struggled to
say this; the last few words sounded off.

The secretary looked concerned and came closer. “Mr. Wu, are you feeling unwell?”

I feel unwell just seeing you, Wu Suowei thought bitterly.

“Do you want me to check your pulse? I’ve studied traditional Chinese medicine.”

“No!!” Wu Suowei hurriedly stopped her. “It’s just night sweats.”

“Night sweats only happen while sleeping, and you’re awake now!” The secretary
blinked her peach blossom eyes. “Mr. Wu, do you have kidney deficiency?”

Wu Suowei felt the little monster rising again. He quickly squeezed his legs tight and
ground his teeth.

“Uh… that’s enough. You should go now…”

The secretary finally agreed to leave after confirming, “Really nothing wrong?”

“Nothing!” Wu Suowei shouted—not pretending, but really wanting to yell.

Once the secretary left, Wu Suowei’s crotch was bulging. He hurried to the bathroom to
deal with it. But as soon as his hand touched the front, the back vibrated. Wu Suowei
twisted painfully and awkwardly for a while before barely calming the egg.
Coming out of the bathroom, deflated, he collapsed on the sofa. Though things had
calmed down physically, his heart still felt empty. Probably because before, when things
heated up, Chi Cheng would always follow up. This time, without him, he felt a bit off.

He’d never missed Chi Cheng so much in the company before.

On Chi Cheng’s side, the remote’s red light kept flashing.

Lin Yanrui knocked on the office door and notified Wu Suowei.

“Mr. Wu, all the department heads are in the meeting room. Shall we start?”

Wu Suowei broke into a cold sweat. His favorite thing in meetings was secretly looking
at the female employees’ chests. With his current condition, if he went into the meeting
room now, how could he survive?

“Alright, wait outside for a moment, I’ll be ready soon.”

He went to the bathroom and secretly took out the small egg.

That should be enough time to avoid detection, right?

Chi Cheng’s remote light went out. The tiger claw rapped on the table and then he picked
up his phone.

Wu Suowei was about to leave when Lin Yanrui said, “Mr. Wu, I just got a call from
Master Chi, reminding you not to forget to put your device back on.”

Damn… Wu Suowei cursed silently and turned back to the bathroom.

The worst was yet to come.

Wu Suowei entered the meeting room, wishing he could gouge his eyes out because
nearly all the female employees wore low-cut tops.

Such a young and handsome CEO—who wouldn’t want to flirt?

Wu Suowei sat nervously in the center seat. Before speaking, Xiao Qing from logistics
bent over to bring him a glass of water, her ample chest rolling right in front of his eyes.
Wu Suowei’s anus clenched sharply, and the small egg started its malicious “reminder”
again.

Wu Suowei really risked it all in this meeting.

When it ended, all the employees applauded him.

Lin Yanrui praised on behalf of everyone, “Mr. Wu, your speech was amazing. Normally
your tone is flat and boring, making us want to sleep. But when you spoke today, your
voice was full of ups and downs, passion and expression. We felt energized listening.”

Wu Suowei wanted to find a hole and hide.

After everyone left, Wu Suowei wiped his forehead and said to Lin Yanrui, “I’m
assigning you a task. Add my next demand into company policy and notify all
departments. From now on, any female employee is forbidden from dressing
provocatively at work. Meetings require uniforms. One violation means a month’s salary
deduction.”

Lin Yanrui was surprised. “Didn’t you say this rule would never appear in our
company?”

“I have no choice!” Wu Suowei patted Lin Yanrui’s shoulder. “Blame Boss Lei. He set
this iron rule.”

Saying this, he walked out heavily.

That evening, Wu Suowei told Jiang Xiaoshuai about this miserable situation. Instead of
sympathy, Jiang Xiaoshuai banged the table laughing wildly.

“Don’t you have a little conscience?” Wu Suowei said with a serious face. “Having that
thing inside is really uncomfortable.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t care. He teased even more. They had been sitting quietly, but after
Wu Suowei finished complaining, Jiang Xiaoshuai’s hand started wandering, teasing Wu
Suowei’s sensitive spot repeatedly, waking the little egg again. Wu Suowei was tortured
beyond endurance.

“Stop, stop…” Wu Suowei gritted his teeth.

Finally Jiang Xiaoshuai let go, a mischievous smile on his face. The more he looked at
Wu Suowei, the cuter he seemed.

“I understand why Chi Cheng always bullies you. You have this kind of ‘asset,’ it really
attracts attention.”

“Go away!” Wu Suowei snapped.

Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled twice, asking, “You came to show off the high-tech in your
butt?”

“What?” Wu Suowei put on a serious face. “I’m here on business.”

He pulled out a copy of a medical record from his bag, one he got from Chi Cheng’s
cousin — Wang Shuo’s records from seven years ago, laid them before Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Here, you’re a doctor. Help me analyze Wang Shuo’s condition back then.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked over the records, his expression grew serious. He was very
familiar with the diagnoses: depression, OCD, mild schizophrenia. They seemed not to
affect normal life, but the pain the patient endured was immense.

Jiang Xiaoshuai himself suffered from these illnesses after breaking up with Meng Tao.
His mood once spiraled downward, leading to severe insomnia and even hallucinations.
Realizing the severity, he had to seek treatment. After a long adjustment period, he
recovered somewhat. Thinking back on that time still makes him shudder.

Wang Shuo’s symptoms appeared before breaking up with Chi Cheng. Though timing
and symptoms differed, the suffering level was similar.

So Jiang Xiaoshuai empathized deeply with Wang Shuo’s torment.

“Why do you think Chi Cheng was so ruthless back then?” Wu Suowei asked suddenly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai answered objectively, “It has nothing to do with being ruthless or
softhearted. Some people have strong mental endurance and fear no storms, like you.
Others are sensitive and can be devastated by minor blows, like Wang Shuo. For
teenagers, they can’t really feel life’s pressure or understand mental illness. I think Chi
Cheng wasn’t indifferent — he just didn’t realize.”

Wu Suowei firmly believed Chi Cheng was sensitive. He sensed even the slightest
changes in Wu Suowei’s state and controlled it precisely.

“That’s because he’s had more life experience,” Jiang Xiaoshuai explained. “In other
words, you met him at a good time. After years of hardship, Chi Cheng knows how to be
considerate to a lover.”

Wu Suowei pondered and cautiously said, “So maybe these mental illnesses caused
Wang Shuo to behave extremely?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai nodded. “That’s likely.”

Wu Suowei held the records thoughtfully.

“But you still can’t prove whether he and Guo had that kind of relationship.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s words hit the mark — that was exactly what troubled Wu Suowei
most. They had found seemingly important but ultimately irrelevant things.
While they were discussing, brakes screeched outside.

Wu Suowei saw a familiar idol face and was startled. The small egg started rampaging
again. Before he could calm down, Wang Shuo got out of the car, and the egg was so
excited it felt like a rollercoaster in Wu Suowei’s gut.

“Quick, put these away,” Jiang Xiaoshuai reminded.

Wu Suowei stuffed the medical records into his bag while panting, then bit down hard to
endure. He just barely made it as Wang Shuo entered.

CHAPTER 173
“Why did you come here?” Wu Suowei asked Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo hooked his arm around Jiang Xiaoshuai’s shoulder and said, “Looking for
him.”

“Looking for him?” Wu Suowei was even more puzzled. “What do you want with him?”

Wang Shuo grinned, “Don’t you know yet? I’m on good terms with him now.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai gave Wang Shuo a sidelong glance. “Who’s on good terms with you? Do
I even know you?”

“We’ve even slept in the same bed, isn’t that good enough?” Wang Shuo nudged Jiang
Xiaoshuai’s shoulder with his chin and winked at Wu Suowei deliberately.

Wu Suowei immediately lost his temper. “Master, you’re really something—changing

loyalties so quickly?”

Before Jiang Xiaoshuai could reply, Wang Shuo interrupted, “You better watch what you
say to Xiaoshuai. One day he might just sell you out.”

“...” Wu Suowei stormed out.

Before leaving, he gave Jiang Xiaoshuai a meaningful glance, silently urging him to try
to get something useful out of Wang Shuo to speed up this case.

Jiang Xiaoshuai cooperated and chased after him a couple of steps, anxiously shouting,
“Dawei, come back here!”

Wu Suowei didn’t look back and headed toward the basketball court.
Jiang Xiaoshuai muttered with a troubled look, “This guy’s way too petty.”

“Alright, stop pretending, I can see through you,” Wang Shuo said lazily.

Jiang Xiaoshuai paused, then turned to Wang Shuo with a smile.

“You’ve got sharp eyes.”

Wang Shuo stared at Jiang Xiaoshuai for a moment, then suddenly pinched his cheek.

“Now I know why Guozi likes you.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked, “Why?”

“Why do you care?” Wang Shuo snorted coldly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was annoyed. “Why can’t I care about my own business?”

Wang Shuo flopped onto the sofa, completely ignoring Jiang Xiaoshuai’s confusion and
frustration, and started eating some grapes Jiang Xiaoshuai had just washed.

Jiang Xiaoshuai grumbled silently: No wonder he gets along with animals—he’s not even
on the same wavelength as humans.

Wu Suowei ran out angrily, partly to give Wang Shuo and Jiang Xiaoshuai some space to
“communicate,” and partly because his idol was outside.

Holding a basketball, he walked up to Wang Zhen and looked up at him. “Can you
dunk?”

That question was rhetorical—if you can’t dunk, then what’s the point of being nearly
two meters tall?

Wang Zhen had no desire to answer.

So Wu Suowei took the basketball to the other court. After a while, sounds of bouncing
basketballs came from there. Wang Zhen’s gaze fixed northward, watching Wu Suowei’s
handsome figure leap joyfully across the court, radiating youthful energy.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Wu Suowei began showing off with a flashy dunk in front
of Guan Gong.

Then he passed the ball to Wang Zhen and taunted, lifting his chin.
Wang Zhen just walked past him to the basket, jumped in place, and dunked. The hoop
snapped loudly as the steel rim bent from the force, then hooked around Wu Suowei’s
wrist.

Wu Suowei was so shocked by Wang Zhen’s cool dunk that he clenched hard, and then
lost control. Trying to hide it was impossible. Trying to restrain it was futile. He could
only grit his teeth and twitch helplessly.

Wang Zhen noticed Wu Suowei’s odd behavior and held his hand. “What’s wrong?”

Feeling Wang Zhen’s palm warmth, the little egg inside vibrated harder. Wu Suowei
couldn’t stand it... really couldn’t.

He grew frantic.

Finally, he thought of a solution—playing basketball. Only by moving could he release

tension and cover up the “awkwardness” down there.

So Wu Suowei began running wildly on the court.

Eventually, his stiff little ‘bird’ softened from the bouncing. Feeling excited, Wu Suowei
grabbed the ball from Wang Zhen and made a perfect long-distance shot. The ball
swished steadily through the hoop, and he whistled proudly.

Then disaster struck.

Wu Suowei’s overly vigorous move shook the little egg right out.

By the time he noticed, the egg had slipped out of his pants and hit the ground, buzzing
loudly. Inside it wasn’t so noisy, but outside, the sound was loud enough to burn his face
red.

Wang Zhen’s gaze naturally fell on the ground.

“What’s that?” he asked deliberately.

Seeing Wang Zhen walking over, Wu Suowei panicked and stomped it flat.

“Nothing, just a bug that keeps flying around my feet.”

Wang Zhen said quietly, “That’s a big bug.”

“Uh... You haven’t been back in a while, so you don’t know. The pollution in old Beijing
has gotten serious these years. Lots of bugs have mutated. Where before you could catch
them by hand, now even washing basins can’t hold them all.”
Wang Zhen flicked Wu Suowei’s forehead.

Wu Suowei was afraid Wang Zhen would pry more, so he held out his hand in front of
him, staring straight into his eyes.

“What’s up?” Wang Zhen asked.

Wu Suowei said, “Every time we meet, you give me something. This time I want
something too.”

Wang Zhen said flatly, “No.”

“That won’t do!” Wu Suowei feigned stubbornness. “You always do. How can you not
this time? Hurry up and give me something!”

Just then, the basketball in Wang Zhen’s hands suddenly burst. Wu Suowei was startled
and hadn’t reacted when Wang Zhen pulled out a miniature basketball and held it before
Wu Suowei’s eyes.

Wu Suowei was overjoyed, barely daring to believe it. “Is this really for me?”

Wang Zhen nodded.

Wu Suowei played with the tiny ball for a long time, relieved that the little egg was
already out. If it was still inside, whether stepped on or squeezed by his clenched ‘little
chrysanthemum,’ it wouldn’t have survived.

After work, Chi Cheng came to pick up Wu Suowei from the clinic. The sensor went dark
halfway there.

The car stopped across the street, and Chi Cheng’s eyes scanned the basketball court
through the window.

Two figures entered his vision.

Wu Suowei’s goofy antics had long disappeared from Chi Cheng’s eyes, but now they
reappeared in a different light.

Chi Cheng jerked the steering wheel slightly; his pupils darkened like bottomless wells.
Just after getting out of the car, the little jealousy package started violently struggling on
his shoulder—rolling at first, then biting at his clothes.

After so many years, the little jealousy package would occasionally act spoiled or clingy
but never this violent.

Chi Cheng could only stand still and check if the little jealousy package was hurt.
During the inspection, the little package slipped from Chi Cheng’s arms and dashed into
the clinic.

Seconds later, Wang Shuo brought the little jealousy package out, now quite docile, lying
in his cup, with a lazy expression matching Wang Shuo’s.

Chi Cheng ordered Wang Shuo with an unyielding tone, “Give it to me.”

Wang Shuo openly returned the little package, then rubbed its rear. For some unknown
reason, the snake’s head extended onto Chi Cheng’s neck, while most of its body
remained wrapped around Wang Shuo. Wang Shuo moved forward, and the little package
twisted harder, binding them together.

Wang Shuo’s deep gaze met Chi Cheng’s cold eyes.

“I wish I were the little jealousy package so you’d spoil me for seven years.”

Chi Cheng straightforwardly told Wang Shuo, “You ruined what we had. Don’t blame
anyone else.”

“Yeah.” Wang Shuo sneered. “I’m shameless, despicable, disgraceful. I deserve it… Feel
better now?”

“Whatever you’re like is none of my business.”

“Why say such hurtful things?” Wang Shuo remained indifferent. “We were classmates
once, we lost our virginity to each other, and the little jealousy package is our child...
With so much between us, can’t you at least save me some face?”

Chi Cheng tried to pull off the part of the little package wrapped around Wang Shuo’s
lower body but was held tightly by Wang Shuo’s hand.

“If our child doesn’t want us apart, then take me to your snake house! I heard many
snakes there were left by me back then. After so many years apart, I should see them.”

Wu Suowei saw Chi Cheng’s car parked nearby and walked over.

At this moment, the little jealousy package was affectionately nibbling Wang Shuo’s
face, a kind of intimacy different from how it was with Wu Suowei—no longer spoiled or
mischievous but a purely instinctive dependence.

Then, Wu Suowei saw Wang Shuo and Chi Cheng get into a car, which quickly drove
off.

Halfway along, Chi Cheng’s phone rang. Seeing it was the doctor, his heart tightened.
“The old man’s condition is not good. If possible, please come over.”

Chi Cheng slammed the brakes.

He handed Wang Shuo both the car keys and the snake house keys without explanation,
then jumped out and disappeared into the dark.

It started raining…

Wang Shuo stroked the little jealousy package, eyes fixed outside the window.

Jiang Xiaoshuai thought Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng had gone, so he locked the clinic
door.

Actually, Wu Suowei hadn’t left. He sat cross-legged under the basketball hoop, letting
the rain soak his wet body.

Wang Zhen left for a while and came back.

He strode over steadily and held out his hand.

Wu Suowei didn’t take it.

“Why are you sitting in the rain?” Wang Zhen asked.

Wu Suowei said, “I’ve been sitting here all along. The rain came down on its own; it’s
not my fault.”

“Then why don’t you leave?”

“It’s raining everywhere. Where could I go?”

Wang Zhen said nothing and directly pulled Wu Suowei up, leading him to his car.

Wu Suowei muttered, “My brother stole your brother.”

“I’ll help you find him.”

CHAPTER 174
Wang Zhen took Wu Suowei back to his home and let him sleep in Wang Shuo’s room.
Wu Suowei took a hot shower, changed into clean clothes, and comfortably crawled
under the covers. Within two minutes, he was fast asleep. Wang Zhen watched him for a
while, and only when he was sure Wu Suowei had fallen into a deep sleep did he leave.

In the middle of the night, the rain stopped.

Wang Zhen hadn’t slept all night. He got up and went to the living room to get some
water, only to find Wu Suowei sitting cross-legged on the carpet, staring out the window.
His black hair radiated around the crown of his head like an explosion, and his back was
straight as a board—like a stubborn and lonely child.

“Weren’t you sleeping soundly just now?” Wang Zhen asked. “Why are you up again?”

Wu Suowei replied calmly, “The rain stopped, so I can’t sleep anymore.”

Indeed, during the storm with thunder and lightning, Wu Suowei had slept soundly. Now
that everything was quiet, he couldn’t fall asleep. His ears seemed to be hearing things—
he kept imagining the door creaking open, followed by footsteps walking from the
entrance to the bedroom. But after waiting a long time, no one opened the bedroom door.

So, he came outside to sit.

Wang Zhen naturally knew what Wu Suowei was thinking. His state was exactly the
same as Wang Shuo’s every day. In these past six months, countless nights had seen
Wang Shuo wandering the house like a lost soul, hoping that one day someone would
open the door and say: “I finally found you.”

Both were proud but timid kids, just wearing two different masks.

“Wang Shuo won’t come back,” Wang Zhen said to Wu Suowei. “No one who spends
the night outside in the rain would walk home through the muddy roads just because the
rain stopped at midnight.”

“I’m not doubting he’s at Chi Cheng’s,” Wu Suowei replied, inadvertently revealing his
thoughts. “I’m just afraid that if he comes back halfway and sees me sleeping in his bed,
he’d be unhappy.”

Wang Zhen said quietly, “Don’t worry. He’s not that particular. He’s so lazy he won’t
even wash his feet. As long as you don’t mind him, that’s all that matters.”

Wu Suowei nodded and quietly returned to Wang Shuo’s bedroom.

At that moment, Chi Cheng was still wandering outside Wu’s mother’s hospital room.
In less than a month, Wu’s mother had lost a lot of weight. Chi Cheng had openly
arranged for her to be in a general ward but secretly gave her VIP treatment—worried
she’d feel guilty about the cost.

When Chi Cheng arrived, Wu’s mother was vomiting and having diarrhea, running a high
fever, and had slipped into unconsciousness.

Her condition had just improved a bit. Upon waking, she grabbed Chi Cheng’s hand and
said, “Da Chi, you absolutely cannot tell our third son about this. If I suddenly die one
day, he’d be sad for a few days at most. But if you tell him now, he’d have to suffer from
now until the day I die.”

Wu’s mother had said this to Chi Cheng countless times.

She had taken out all the savings kept at home, thinking it would be enough to last until
she passed, but it wasn’t even enough for a day’s medical expenses. She refused to spend
any of the money Wu Suowei had given her, constantly urging Chi Cheng to buy cheap
medicine and stay in cheap rooms, saving money for her son’s future wedding.

Chi Cheng hadn’t told Wu Suowei, partly to keep her calm and partly for his own selfish
reasons. He didn’t want Wu Suowei to suffer, even though he knew Wu’s mother longed
to see her son. He didn’t want Wu Suowei to see his mother in such a dire state.

But today, seeing Wu’s mother barely hanging on, Chi Cheng hesitated.

He stubbed out his cigarette and called Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei answered quickly, his voice slow and hesitant—not like someone just waking
up, but more like someone who hadn’t slept at all.

Hearing Wu Suowei’s voice, Chi Cheng’s heart ached like a tidal wave, washing away
the anger he’d felt outside the basketball court. At this moment, all he could think about
was how Da Bao (Wu Suowei) would cope without his mother.

“Where are you?” Chi Cheng’s voice remained calm.

“At home,” Wu Suowei replied.

“Are you sleeping?”

Wu Suowei hesitated.

Chi Cheng said, “I have some things to handle outside and can’t come back. It’ll get cold
later tonight. Take a thick quilt out of the closet and use it.”

“I haven’t taken out the little egg yet; it’s still inside quietly,” Wu Suowei said.
Though he knew Wu Suowei was lying, Chi Cheng held back his frustration and said
softly, “Good boy.”

Then the call ended.

Wu Suowei put down the phone and muttered to himself, “You clearly saw the sensor go
off, and you clearly knew the little egg wasn’t on me anymore. You’re always so tolerant
with me when you’re with him…”

Putting the phone aside, Wu Suowei took out the DVDs again.

No matter how painful it was inside, with his stubborn spirit, he had to figure things out.

This time, he didn’t skip around the videos but watched every detail closely. To save time
and make full use of this rare opportunity, he played a video divided into nine smaller
screens simultaneously.

The result was that with more scenes and more details, his feelings changed.

The initial kiss between Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu, which he had considered earth-
shattering, suddenly seemed trivial surrounded by so many warm, loving scenes of Chi
Cheng and Wang Shuo.

Only by comparing countless scenes did he realize that in the face of overwhelming
affection, that kiss was just a small episode, a minor accident.

But when aligned on a timeline, it became a thorn in the eye and a pain in the flesh. Who
would keep rewinding to find balance?

Changing perspectives completely altered subjective feelings.

Chi Cheng definitely loved Wang Shuo, without a doubt.

Maybe it took Wang Shuo six years to realize it, which is why he tried to make amends.

Wu Suowei played the last DVD, again divided into nine screens—all black. Compared
to the earlier lively and joyful scenes, this was desolate and heartbreaking.

If it were Wu Suowei, he wouldn’t be willing to give up either.

Outside, dawn was breaking. Wu Suowei put the DVDs back, changed into the clothes
soaked from yesterday’s rain, and went to wash as if nothing had happened.

Wang Shuo returned and went straight to Wang Zhen’s room.

One of his greatest hobbies was yelling and making noise to wake Wang Zhen up while
he was sleeping.

But Wang Zhen had gotten up early and was fiddling with a little egg-shaped device.

“What’s this?” Wang Shuo asked.

Wang Zhen said calmly, “It fell out of Wu Suowei’s butt. He stepped on it and broke it. I
fixed it for him.” He clenched it tightly, and the little egg began to vibrate.

Wang Shuo immediately guessed what the thing was and got furious.

“Damn! You touched something that came out of his butt? You got itchy hands or what?”

Wang Zhen ignored him and threw Wang Shuo’s phone, which was broken to pieces, at
him.

“This is yours. I fixed it too.”

Wang Shuo ground his teeth in frustration. What the hell? Even broken like this, it got
fixed?

When Wang Zhen was about to deliver the little egg to Wu Suowei, Wang Shuo snatched
it away.

“Give it here, I’ll bring it to him.”

After saying that, he returned to his room and fiddled with it for a while. When Wu
Suowei came out of the bathroom, he was sitting on the bed.

“You’re back?” Wu Suowei said. “It rained last night, the clinic was closed again,
nowhere to go, so I stayed here overnight.”

Wang Shuo smiled. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Chi Cheng.”

Wu Suowei smiled awkwardly. “Thanks a lot then.”

“This,” Wang Shuo shook the little egg, “is yours, right?”

Wu Suowei was immediately embarrassed. “How… how did it end up with you?”

“My brother told me to give it to you,” Wang Shuo continued smiling.

Wu Suowei’s face instantly turned as red as a ripe tomato. Damn, Wang Zhen actually
picked it up and took it home?
“You’re lucky. My brother has magical hands. No matter how broken something is, he
can restore it like new.” Wang Shuo handed it to Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei was surprised. If this thing wasn’t so rare, he might have thought Wang Zhen
had just bought a new one—it was exactly the same as before, without a single scratch.

This really helped him a lot. He had no idea how to explain this to Chi Cheng before.

“Thank my brother for me,” Wu Suowei said.

Wang Shuo teased, “Go thank him yourself. He’s right behind you.”

Wu Suowei’s expression changed drastically, and he didn’t dare look at Wang Zhen even
once before burying his head and fleeing out the door.

...

When Chi Cheng returned home, Wu Suowei was lying on the bed, the little egg intact on
the bedside table, and the clothes he wore yesterday hung by the bed—looking like he
had slept at home all night.

Hearing footsteps, Wu Suowei slightly squinted one eye, then closed it again, pretending
to be very sleepy.

Chi Cheng walked to the bedside and gently stroked Wu Suowei’s cheek. It felt cold—
obviously just back from outside. But it didn’t matter. Even if Wu Suowei slept outside,
he wouldn’t blame him since he hadn’t come home all night.

Seeing the little egg on the bedside table, Chi Cheng didn’t make a fuss and just assumed
Wu Suowei had just taken it out.

He picked it up and spun it under his gaze.

Suddenly, he noticed a red character written on the green little ball.

“宝” (Treasure).

And this character wasn’t in Wu Suowei’s handwriting; it was obviously written by

someone else.

Chi Cheng’s face immediately went blank.

 CHAPTER 175
After a moment of deathly silence, Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei’s collar.

“Get up!” he roared angrily.

Wu Suowei opened his eyes, his pupils radiating a resigned, nothing-to-lose defiance.

Chi Cheng’s voice was like a blazing fire hitting Wu Suowei’s face.

“Where did you go last night?”

Wu Suowei forced himself to say, “Nowhere.”

Chi Cheng asked again, “Where did you go last night?”

Wu Suowei said, “At home.”

Chi Cheng threw Wu Suowei onto the floor, then roughly pulled him up, pressing his
head against the bedside table, forcing him to look at the little egg-shaped device, and
asked, “Where exactly did you go last night?”

“At Wang Shuo’s place.”

No sooner had he said that than Chi Cheng threw him onto the bed like a chick, the belt
snapping sharply. Chi Cheng took a breath, and the whole room filled with the smell of
blood.

Wu Suowei looked back and asked, “Where did you go last night?”

Chi Cheng’s hand was bleeding from the belt buckle; he didn’t even want to touch Wu
Suowei.

“Ask yourself honestly, how many times have I tolerated you over this? You eat someone
else’s apple, I think you’re just greedy! You train your skills all day, I think you’re just
playful! You text him, you visit him, I turn a blind eye! You treat my tolerance like trash
on the ground? You think I’m raising you like a duck, to be touched and slept with at
will, and have sex toys shoved in your ass?”

Wu Suowei’s face darkened, hard to tell if it was anger, sadness, or both — just deeply
pained.

“If you love playing so much, then keep playing. I don’t care anymore.” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei’s head took a heavy hit, stunned into silence.

Suddenly, Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei by his clothes and threw him out the door. The
little egg and the sensor device hit him as well.

“Don’t come back.”

After leaving that harsh line, Chi Cheng slammed the door.

Wu Suowei hit his lower back hard! It took him a long time to get up, then he slowly
shuffled to the elevator, struggling to put his clothes on. He leaned on the elevator door,
took a moment, and finally got through it.

In the afternoon, Wu Suowei drove to Jiang Xiaoshuai’s clinic — the only place where he
didn’t have to pretend.

“Hey, look at how you’re walking — you look pregnant!” Jiang Xiaoshuai teased.

Wu Suowei trudged over to the sofa, dropped himself down, and let out a sigh.

“I got kicked out.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai thought he was joking and teasing mischievously.

“You, the other woman, so favored, still got kicked out?”

Wu Suowei didn’t say a word.

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked, “Did the main guy move in?”

Still no answer.

After a while, Jiang Xiaoshuai felt something was wrong. He went over and flicked Wu
Suowei’s head — no reaction. When he tried to turn Wu Suowei’s neck, it was stiff as a
board. He put his hand in the gap between Wu Suowei’s face and the sofa and pulled it
out wet.

“No...” Jiang Xiaoshuai panicked. “Da Wei, you’re serious, huh?”

Wu Suowei’s muffled voice came from the sofa, “You think I’m playing?”

“Damn!” Jiang Xiaoshuai grit his teeth. “Why?”

Wu Suowei recounted what happened last night, then roared, “He lets him and Wang
Shuo go out and fool around, but won’t let me live with his brother? That bastard just
kicked me out to make room for Wang Shuo!! Damn it, I don’t even want to live there
anymore…”
“Wait a minute,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said, noticing something strange. “You said he was
fooling around with Wang Shuo all night?”

Wu Suowei pounded the sofa. “Yeah!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai had been ready to defend Wu Suowei, but hearing that, his sympathy
vanished immediately.

“Wang Shuo stayed with me last night.” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Wu Suowei froze and turned his head.

“What did you say?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said angrily, “He deserves to be kicked out!”

All of Wu Suowei’s grievances, dissatisfaction, and sadness vanished along with the pain
in his lower back. He quickly moved to the desk, excitedly asking, “Really? He really
stayed at your place?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai gave him a cold look but didn’t answer.

Wu Suowei’s face fell again. “So what? He still doesn’t believe me? Wang Zhen is my
idol, I’m his fan, I didn’t do anything wrong, so why does he say those things about me?”

“Then what were you doing just now?” Jiang Xiaoshuai retorted, “Do you believe him?”

Wu Suowei remained silent.

“Can’t you have an idol in front of your man? He’s your idol, got it?” Jiang Xiaoshuai
scolded.

Wu Suowei argued, “Why can’t I have an idol? Wang Zhen is my idol! Wang Zhen can
pierce glass with a steel needle, he can’t! Wang Zhen can do magic tricks, he can’t! Why
shouldn’t I admire him? What can he do?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “He can take tens of thousands of nude photos of you, whip your
ass with a belt, hang you on an iron frame like a little pig, fuck you until you’re half
dead... Can Wang Zhen do that?”

The ugly guy next to him choked on his drink.

Wu Suowei grabbed Jiang Xiaoshuai, “Keep it down.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled.

Wu Suowei suddenly remembered something, pulled out the little egg, and handed it to
Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Check it for me, is that character ‘宝’ (treasure) on it?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai glanced and said, “Yeah, that big ‘宝’ character, you didn’t see it?”

Wu Suowei ground his teeth, “Just as I suspected.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai remembered Wu Suowei was colorblind. Looking carefully at the egg
and the characters, one was green, the other red.

“What’s going on here?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei explained everything to Jiang Xiaoshuai.

Jiang Xiaoshuai pondered, “Who wrote the character? Wang Zhen or Wang Shuo?”

Wu Suowei immediately concluded, “Definitely Wang Shuo. Wang Zhen wouldn’t do

something like that.”

“Tsk tsk... quite protective.”

“Not protective,” Wu Suowei argued. “The little egg was finally given to me by Wang
Shuo. I was washing in the bathroom, and Wang Shuo was messing around in the
bedroom.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked quietly, “So you suspected the character on the egg from the
start?”

Wu Suowei was speechless, and after a while said, “Not really suspected, just doubted.”

“Helping him hurt yourself? Are you crazy?” Jiang Xiaoshuai worried, “Feelings don’t
stand up to tests, got it? Don’t play with fire.”

“I’m not testing.” Wu Suowei’s eyes gleamed sharply. “This is turning the tables. If he
doesn’t want to hurt me, fine, but if he wants to slander me, I have to fight back. In that
situation, if I said I was colorblind, would Chi Cheng believe me? Colorblind but still
able to see the character on the egg? If he found out on his own, I wouldn’t have to say
anything. He would know I’m the victim, hate little Wang, and feel guilty toward me.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai stared at Wu Suowei for a moment. He had just been quietly shedding
crocodile tears on the sofa, and now he was talking passionately, spitting everywhere.

He couldn’t help but ask, “Are you better now?”

Wu Suowei’s expression faltered, lacking confidence, “Better? What better?”

“I just want to praise you.” Jiang Xiaoshuai gave a thumbs-up.

Wu Suowei waited expectantly.

“You deserve it! With all your schemes, if I were him, I’d kick you out too!”

Wu Suowei’s face twitched, “Is this my fault? He’s the one dragging things on and
hesitating! If I didn’t guard myself, he’d chew me up to the bone.”

He leaned on the desk, his eyes dark and calculating.

“If people don’t mess with me, I won’t mess with them. If they do, I’ll destroy them!
Right now, I only want one thing: no matter how much Chi Cheng hurts me or makes me
suffer, I have to take him away. I’d rather take him and then dump him than let him fall
into little Wang’s hands!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai smiled with mixed feelings.

“Am I really that bad?” Wu Suowei asked. “Am I a bit crazy?”

“Not even close.” Jiang Xiaoshuai said. “But yeah, it’s ruthless. Wang Shuo’s had a hard
time too.”

Wu Suowei immediately got angry, “He doesn’t deserve any sympathy. Look at the
things he’s done!”

“True.” Jiang Xiaoshuai agreed.

Seeing Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t slap his back and cheer like before, Wu Suowei felt a little
resentful, and said weakly, “You’ve really changed, huh? Did you tell Wang Shuo I’m
colorblind?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai kicked Wu Suowei. “What are you thinking?”

Wu Suowei wondered, “How did Wang Shuo find out I’m colorblind?”

“Think carefully. Did you say anything about it during your conversations?”

Wu Suowei racked his brain, then suddenly focused.

“Damn! That day he said Chi Cheng liked to wear clothes with dark patterns, and I said
I’d never seen those patterns! Also, when I went to their house to install lights, I said all
the ceiling lights were the same color, but Lin Yanrui told me those lights had different
colors... Could it be? Just from those two things?”
Jiang Xiaoshuai was shocked, cautiously guessing, “When you talked about the dark
patterned clothes, he probably just suspected and purposely let you install lights at his
house to test your vision.”

Wu Suowei shivered.

“This guy is really cunning, nothing can get past him.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai nodded.

They both fell silent for a moment. Jiang Xiaoshuai then asked,

“So where have you been staying these days? At the clinic? Or at the company?”

Wu Suowei shook his head.

“I went home. I missed my mom. Now I suddenly realize, no one loves me as much as
my mom.”

CHAPTER 176
The next afternoon, Wu Suowei went to the supermarket and “splurged,” buying a bunch
of delicious food. Then he went to the mall and picked out several new outfits for his
mom. Carrying heavy bags, he returned home.

Wu’s mom had just improved enough to be discharged from the hospital. She didn’t like
staying there — it was stuffy, and she feared that if her son came back, he would find out
about her condition. So these days she avoided the hospital whenever possible. Doctors
came daily, chauffeured to her home, to check and treat her personally.

As soon as Wu Suowei walked in, he said, “Mom, how come you’ve lost weight again?”

“Diabetes at my age just makes you skin and bones.”

“But why didn’t you lose so much weight before?” Wu Suowei asked with concern. “Are
you not eating properly? Don’t just listen to the doctors — you have to eat well, you can’t
let the nutrition suffer just because of dietary restrictions.”

Wu’s mom smiled kindly, “At my age, who still worries about nutrition? As long as I’m
full, that’s enough.”

“That’s not right. The older you get, the more you have to take care of yourself.”
While talking, Wu Suowei brought the groceries inside and opened the fridge door. Just
as he was about to put things away, he noticed the fridge was already full. He had
replaced the old fridge last month with a large double-door one specifically because the
old one didn’t fit everything. But surprisingly, even the big fridge was full.

He also spotted some expensive supplements like cordyceps and edible bird’s nests
inside. “Mom, who sent all these?”

“Da Chi! Most of the stuff in the fridge was sent by Da Chi.”

“When did he come?” Wu Suowei asked.

“Da Chi’s been coming often lately. He said he changed jobs and was bored, so he keeps
coming to hang out with me.” To ease Wu Suowei’s worries, she added, “Da Chi said he
just loves my cooking, always eats here before he leaves.”

Wu Suowei’s face darkened, but he said nothing.

Seeing him stare at the cordyceps and bird’s nests, Wu’s mom complained, “Those
ingredients don’t taste good. Da Chi makes me put a little in every soup I make, but I
can’t stand the smell. If it weren’t for his good intentions, I’d have thrown them away
already.”

“Don’t throw them away!” Wu Suowei’s eyes widened. “Those are precious
supplements, costing tens of thousands per jin!”

Wu’s mom almost fainted hearing that. “What did you say?”

Wu Suowei quickly reassured her, “It’s okay, don’t worry. Chi Cheng’s uncle deals in
these things, so we don’t pay for them...,” as he helped her sit down.

Still, Wu’s mom grumbled, “They must be good stuff. Da Chi never sends inferior goods.
I say, having Da Chi as your friend is a blessing from past lives — more useful than
marrying a good wife.”

Wu Suowei grumbled in his heart: Because of him, I don’t have a wife. That’s how useful
he is.

Back in the bedroom, Wu Suowei unpacked the new clothes. “It’s getting cold, so I
bought you some thick clothes, still the same size as before. Isn’t it a bit loose now?”

He showed her the clothes.

Wu’s mom lightly slapped his hand, “You silly kid, why waste money again? I haven’t
even dared to wear the thermal underwear you bought me last year.”
Last year... Wu Suowei paused and then remembered — it was the set Chi Cheng had
bought for his mom, along with the one Wu himself was wearing. It felt like it had
happened yesterday, yet a year had passed. He had been with Chi Cheng for so long.
Time flies...

Before he could dwell on this, Wu’s mom pinched him hard.

Wu Suowei grimaced in pain, “Mom, what are you doing?”

“Return these clothes. I can’t wear them; don’t waste money.”

“How’s that wasting money?” Wu Suowei frowned. “I didn’t buy you flowers or rings.
These are solid things. Why worry about a few bucks? And by the way, I got a raise —
my boss said I’m getting promoted, and this year’s bonus will be double last year’s.”

Hearing this, Wu’s mom brightened. “Getting promoted? My son’s doing well! Wait
here, I’ll make you some good food.” She happily hurried off to the kitchen.

Wu Suowei realized after two weeks away that their kitchen was cleaner. The old gray
walls were now tiled with white ceramic. The stove was the same, but beside it, they built
a cement trough for firewood, so grass debris wouldn’t scatter everywhere — a modest
but practical upgrade.

Of course, Wu Suowei knew exactly who had put in the effort to take care of these
details.

“Go watch TV in the main room. Mom can handle things here alone.” Wu’s mom’s
hands trembled a little while holding a bowl, but she deliberately hid it, eager to send Wu
Suowei away.

Wu Suowei didn’t leave. “No problem, I’ll help you out. I’m getting the hang of this.” He
rolled up his sleeves.

Wu’s mom grabbed his wrist firmly. “You never had to do chores since you were little.
No matter how tight things get, I won’t let my precious son work hard! Your hands are
for writing, go rest in your room.” Wu Suowei had heard this countless times.

“I’m not studying anymore, why write?” Wu Suowei stubbornly refused to leave.

His mom was even more stubborn. “Then your hands can’t do this either. Save them to
make big money. Go go go... Go back to your room or I’ll hit you if you come in again.”

“That old lady has quite a temper.” Wu Suowei had just left when Wu’s mom took out
her phone and called the doctor.

“Don’t send me food today. I’ll cook something myself.”

The doctor replied, “You need to notify Chi Cheng, otherwise we can’t take
responsibility.”

“Okay, I know.” Wu’s mom clumsily hung up and put her phone away.

In fact, during this period, Wu’s mom’s diet and care were well managed. The doctor
delivered nutritious meals every day, relieving her of cooking and ensuring a healthy diet.
But she didn’t want Wu Suowei to know. Though kneading dough was difficult for her
now, she didn’t feel tired at all — her heart was content, even better than painkillers. My
son’s doing well, about to be promoted.

During meals, Wu’s mom ate a bit more than usual, worried Wu Suowei would notice
something, and in a good mood. But this caused indigestion and unbearable stomach pain
at night. Wu Suowei slept soundly next to her. When Wu’s mom hurt, she turned to look
at her son, feeling comforted just by his gaze.

Wu Suowei woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and when he
returned, he saw his mom bent over, looking in pain. He reached out to touch her face but
found it covered in sweat.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” Wu Suowei’s face tightened.

“No big deal. I just dreamed about your dad — dreaming he was in our backyard, setting
up a trellis for cucumbers. He looked so strong, just like when he was young. I got happy
and woke up.”

Wu Suowei finally relaxed and got back under his covers, staring at the ceiling with his
big dark eyes. “I miss Dad too.”

Mom said, “I really want to go see your dad soon.”

“What are you saying?” Wu Suowei frowned. “Do you curse yourself like that?”

“I get so bored alone here in this little yard. No one to talk to.”

Wu Suowei felt a pang in his heart. “Mom, I’ll buy you a new house so the two of us can
live together. This place is too far from my company, it’s a hassle to go back and forth.”

“What nonsense are you saying?” Wu’s mom grabbed his hand. “Just because you got a
little raise you’re showing off! Save your money first, then buy. Even if you bought a
house now, I wouldn’t live there. I can’t leave this little yard or your dad. No matter how
rundown, we’ve lived here for over fifty years. I want to die here.”

Wu Suowei knew better than to argue and shut his mouth.

“I’m just hoping my son will marry a pretty wife someday, just like the girl in the picture
— what’s her name again?” Wu’s mom couldn’t recall, even though she always talked
about her.

Wu Suowei said softly, “Mom, I’ll marry someone even prettier than her.”

Hearing this, Wu’s mom’s stomach pain eased a lot. “That’s good.”

Wu Suowei added, “I’ll buy a big house and bring you in. Then don’t say you won’t live
there — you have to live there. Otherwise, who will take care of our kids? Don’t forget,
you have a big grandson, plump and soft, like tofu pudding in your arms...” As Wu
Suowei trailed off imagining this, he turned his head and found his mom already asleep.

CHAPTER 177
Guo Chengyu had been abroad on business for over half a month. When he returned and
saw Li Wang, the first thing he asked was, “How’s Shuai Shuai doing recently?”

Li Wang took a while before replying with two words, “So-so.”

“Why ‘so-so’?” Guo Chengyu glanced sideways at Li Wang. “I’ve been busy with work
and haven’t had time to call him. Is that kid upset with me?”

Li Wang cleared his throat lightly and said, “No, he’s fine.”

But Guo Chengyu could tell from Li Wang’s sour tone that something was up. “How
‘fine’?”

Li Wang cautiously said, “Fine to the point that you might not even recognize him.”

Guo Chengyu raised a finger, “Let’s go to the clinic first.”

So, the car drove straight from the airport to Jiang Xiaoshuai’s clinic.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was lazily fiddling with a medicine bottle. When he heard the brakes
outside, he peeked out, his eyes instantly lighting up. But when the person got out, he
quickly hid the sparkle and resumed his usual lazy, aloof demeanor.

As soon as Guo Chengyu stepped inside, Jiang Xiaoshuai’s phone rang. He glanced at
Guo Chengyu and slowly picked up.

“Hello?”
“I’m here, what’s up?”

“You want me to come out? No way. Who said online you came yesterday? You made
me wait a whole day for nothing.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai still had his trendy curls and flashy slim-fit suit, tapping his feet with a
‘too cool to care’ attitude toward Guo Chengyu.

Guo Chengyu was calm, pulled up a chair, and sat down, squinting his sharp eyes as he
watched Jiang Xiaoshuai openly “flirt” on the phone in front of him.

“Do you know how disappointed I was you didn’t come yesterday?”

“Bad weather? Is bad weather an excuse?”

“Even if you came now, I wouldn’t see you. You stood me up yesterday.”

“I don’t care who you send stuff to.”

“Hey, why are you like this? I said I don’t want it, but you keep forcing it on me.”

“Enough, enough, look at you — so pitiful. I’ll take the stuff. Just leave it at the nearby
little supermarket. Don’t show up here again; I’m tired of seeing you.”

He hung up the phone with a fake surprised look, glancing at Guo Chengyu, “Yo, you’re
here? When did you get here?”

“Since your courier call,” Guo Chengyu said.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face flushed. “What courier call?”

Guo Chengyu grinned, “That call just now, wasn’t it from the delivery guy?”

Damn... Jiang Xiaoshuai cursed silently in his heart. Teasing this sly old fox was no fun;
any little trick he played was seen through immediately.

“What delivery guy?” Jiang Xiaoshuai kept pretending. “How many twists and turns are
in your head? Where did it go?”

Just then, the courier outside shouted loudly, “Who is Jiang Xiaoshuai?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai, with a green face, walked to the door and groused, “Didn’t I tell you to
leave it at the supermarket next door? Why are you still here at my door?”

The courier was short and stocky with a square face, eyeing Jiang Xiaoshuai mockingly.
“You don’t want to look at me, but I want to look at you. I can tell, this place has a lot of
deliveries, all kinds of recipients.” Saying this, he revved his motorcycle and rode off,
leaving a trail of curses behind.

Jiang Xiaoshuai hadn’t even turned back inside when Guo Chengyu’s deep teasing voice
came from behind, “I don’t think it’s your head that’s twisted, it’s just your hair that’s so
curly.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said nothing, sulking onto the sofa.

Guo Chengyu walked over and ruffled Jiang Xiaoshuai’s curls, “What if I straighten all
your little curls?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai gritted his teeth, “You dare!!”

Guo Chengyu leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Is your hair down there curly too?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai angrily threw a fist at him, which Guo Chengyu happily caught, then
hugged him tightly, his canines pressing hard on Jiang Xiaoshuai’s forehead leaving
several tooth marks. “Missed you.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai muttered, “The other night, Wang Shuo slept here again.”

Guo Chengyu’s face darkened. “Why are you hanging out with him again?”

“What’s the rush?” Jiang Xiaoshuai glanced at Guo Chengyu sideways. “I found that you
and Chi Cheng have the same problem: you both lose your temper when Wang Shuo’s
mentioned. Are you afraid he’ll expose your secrets?”

“Here we go again...” Guo Chengyu bared his teeth. “What secrets of mine could he
expose?”

“Enough, enough...” Jiang Xiaoshuai quickly stopped. “Don’t talk about this now. Let me
show you something.” He handed Guo Chengyu a copy of medical records.

Guo Chengyu glanced over them, his expression changing. His leg muscles tensed
sharply, and his waist stiffened.

“Where did you get these records?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “Wu Suowei faked them from Chi Cheng’s cousin’s place. Seven
years ago, in the six months before Wang Shuo left, he reported there almost every few
days.”

Guo Chengyu looked shocked as if just learning about this. Looking at the diagnosis and
patient’s statement, his face grew even more serious.
“You three were so close back then, and you didn’t know about this?” Jiang Xiaoshuai’s
words hit the mark — Guo Chengyu really didn’t know. He only remembered that Chi
Cheng and Wang Shuo often fought, and after fights, Chi Cheng would come drink at his
place, calling out ‘Guozi Guozi’ repeatedly, saying nothing.

“Where did your cunning go?” Jiang Xiaoshuai grilled him.

Guo Chengyu coldly said, “Those wits? I developed them later.”

“Damn!” Jiang Xiaoshuai ground his teeth. “Wang Shuo was really impressive. After he
left, he helped you two mature mentally. He was like a smith forging your souls.”

Guo Chengyu was silent for a while, then said, “I still have to find Wang Shuo. I didn’t
get a chance to ask him properly last time before this trouble happened.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai nodded in support.

Guo Chengyu asked cautiously, “You don’t mind us ganging up on him, right?”

Li Wang outside felt embarrassed hearing this. “Big Boss Guo, where’s your usual
courage and decisiveness? All your tough talk was just for show? Looking at you now,
I’m actually ashamed for you.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai clasped his fists, “Big brother, I hope you go. We need you now! Hurry
and bring out your coal briquette-like cunning! I’ve been waiting for this case to be
resolved till my hair’s turned white.”

Guo Chengyu held the medical records with a serious face and walked out of the clinic...

Right now, the yardstick for Gangzi to measure the relationship between Wu Suowei and
Chi Cheng was how long Chi Cheng had been with him. The shorter the time, the better
Chi Cheng’s relationship with Wu Suowei. The longer, the bigger the problems between
them.

Two weeks had passed. Gangzi could see Chi Cheng almost every day — a bad sign.

The car was driving along and approaching the fork in the road. Turning west led straight
to Chi Cheng’s home, turning east was less than 200 meters to Wu Suowei’s company.

Gangzi habitually asked, “Which way?”

Chi Cheng’s eyes clearly pointed west. Gangzi was about to turn west when a three-car
rear-end crash blocked the road completely. Seeing the situation, they couldn’t get
through anytime soon. Gangzi lit a cigarette and offered it to Chi Cheng.
Chi Cheng didn’t take it, staring out the window in the direction of Wu Suowei’s
company.

“Two weeks since you last saw him?” Gangzi asked.

Chi Cheng turned his gaze back and said lightly, “Stayed at someone else’s place for a
night, left him hanging for two weeks. Not much.”

“That bad?” Gangzi was shocked. “You didn’t kick him out?”

“If I didn’t kick him out, he’d be lying in the hospital now.”

Gangzi admired Chi Cheng’s tolerance. If this had happened to him before, not only
would he have kicked him out, but probably broken a leg too.

“He’s getting bolder. You have to deal with him.”

Chi Cheng’s eyes darkened as he stared out the window. “He doesn’t have the guts. He
just wants to piss me off.”

Gangzi smiled helplessly. “Since the road’s blocked, why don’t we go check on him?
Might as well bring him home.”

Chi Cheng paused, “Let him stay home for a few more days, spend more time with his
mom.”

Gangzi immediately understood. Anger is small, filial piety is bigger. Chi Cheng was
being considerate.

They fell silent for a while. Suddenly Gangzi’s eyes sharpened, “Why do I feel
something’s off at the company entrance? I see a crowd gathered.”

Chi Cheng said, “You go check.”

“You’re not going?” Gangzi asked.

Chi Cheng said nothing. He was thinking about Wu Suowei so intensely it felt like his
insides were bleeding. If he went to look, he probably wouldn’t come back.

Gangzi nodded, got out quickly, and headed toward Wu Suowei’s company. After about
half an hour, he returned to the car.

Chi Cheng asked, “What happened?”

Gangzi said, “Not a big deal. A client ordered a batch of lamps but got the colors wrong
and came to the company to make a scene. They didn’t just want to exchange the lamps
but also compensation for the costs of redoing the renovation. Their company charges by
the second; every minute delayed was a huge loss.”

Chi Cheng snorted coldly, “Resolved? Money paid?”

“Paid.” Gangzi said, “Wu Suowei wasn’t there, I handled it. So many people watching,
had to settle it. The client drove east afterward. I arranged everything — they can take
our money, but not for free.”

Chi Cheng narrowed his eyes. “How did they get the color wrong?”

“No idea.” Gangzi said. “Lin Yanrui told me Wu Suowei personally picked these lamps.
This isn’t the first time — whenever he’s involved, the colors always get messed up.”

Chi Cheng thought for a moment, calm draining from his eyes bit by bit.

“Wearing pink briefs — isn’t that flaunting?”

“What nonsense? Mine are gray.”

“You ran a red light.”

“Impossible, I came with the car next to me.”

“He ran the red light. You shouldn’t look at other cars, watch the traffic light.”

“Dabao, watch out for that yellow python behind you.”

“...” Suddenly Chi Cheng realized something.

At this moment, the phone suddenly rang. It was the doctor calling. “You better come
over quickly. Your mother’s condition isn’t good. Her son came with her. A nurse just
arrived, I forgot to warn you, and accidentally blurted it out — her son might... Got it...”

CHAPTER 178
When Chi Cheng arrived at the hospital, Wu Suowei was sitting outside the ward with his
head down.

“Did you find out?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei stared fixedly at Chi Cheng’s pants, not looking up or saying a word.
Chi Cheng’s large hand grasped Wu Suowei’s head, pressing down hard with his palm.
“Be strong. If you’re sick, you can get treatment.”

Wu Suowei still drooped his head silently.

Chi Cheng’s deep, firm voice struck again: “We’re not that fragile. It’s not a big deal.
You can’t just give up like this.”

Wu Suowei’s blurry gaze shifted to Chi Cheng’s belt and stopped there.

Chi Cheng gave Wu Suowei’s head a hard knock. “If you keep like this, your mom will
have loved you for nothing.”

Hearing this, Wu Suowei finally exploded, throwing a solid punch at Chi Cheng’s face.

Chi Cheng stood firm, but Wu Suowei’s pain was heart-wrenching. Then he suddenly
lunged at Chi Cheng, holding his head and hitting him, pulling his ears, yanking his hair,
scratching his face.

“Aren’t you done caring about me? Didn’t you kick me out? Who told you to come? Who
told you to come? Get lost, get lost...” Wu Suowei’s voice trembled, choked, then wailed
like a sharp dagger stabbing deeper and deeper into Chi Cheng’s heart, the pain growing
more intense.

Eventually, Wu Suowei couldn’t speak anymore, biting Chi Cheng’s neck, with snot,
tears, and blood mixing together as sorrow filled the entire corridor.

Chi Cheng no longer had the heart to speak harshly. He hugged Wu Suowei and moved
to a dark, quiet corner, gently resting his hand on the back of Wu Suowei’s head,
soothing him softly, “Wei Wei, you’re the strongest. This little thing is nothing. We have
the means to treat your mom. As long as her mindset is good, living a few more years
isn’t a problem.”

Gangzi was nearby, encouraging, “Yeah, one of our elders was diagnosed with cancer in
her thirties. Without money, she didn’t get treatment for a long time. She’s still alive
now, over eighty.”

Wu Suowei sobbed, blaming Chi Cheng, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Why didn’t
you tell me sooner?”

Chi Cheng signaled Gangzi to buy a towel.

After a while, Gangzi handed Chi Cheng a pack of tissues. Chi Cheng pulled out two
sheets to wipe Wu Suowei’s nose and coaxed softly, “Blow it... don’t suffer anymore, got
it? Look, everyone’s watching you. A young guy crying like this looks pathetic, right?”
Wu Suowei blew his nose and felt relieved, but his shoulders still shook uncontrollably.
Chi Cheng then had Gangzi soak the towel in hot water and wiped Wu Suowei’s face.

After quite a while, Wu Suowei finally recovered somewhat, but his eyes remained dull
and lifeless.

“Are you colorblind?” Chi Cheng finally asked.

Wu Suowei’s dark eyes glanced sideways at him, “If you hadn’t known about this, would
you have come to find me?”

“When I come to find you depends on how long I can live without you.”

Wu Suowei said nothing, struggling to calm himself. He wanted to be lively and full of
life when his mother woke up — maybe at times like this, giving parents a smiling face is
the best way to show filial piety.

“I want to get my mom the best doctor, the best ward, no matter how much it costs,” Wu
Suowei said.

“That’s right,” Chi Cheng said. Wu Suowei took a deep breath, feeling much better
inside.

No doubt, Chi Cheng’s words carried great weight in his heart. Before he came, many
people, including chief doctors, had tried to persuade Wu Suowei, but he wouldn’t listen
to any of them. One comforting word from Chi Cheng was worth ten from others. Even if
it was just empty talk, coming from Chi Cheng it gave Wu Suowei much more mental
encouragement.

Chi Cheng held Wu Suowei’s hand and said, “When your mom’s condition improves,
come home with me.”

“I won’t go home with you,” Wu Suowei said with a serious face.

Chi Cheng pinched the back of his neck hard and asked, “Why didn’t you tell me you’re
colorblind?”

“Why would I tell you?” Wu Suowei snapped, “With your nasty mind, if I told you,
you’d definitely find a way to mess with me — maybe make me wear some crazy color
clothes.”

Chi Cheng hadn’t planned to do that, but since Wu Suowei warned him, he had to
remember it.

Wu Suowei glanced at Chi Cheng’s inexplicable smile out of the corner of his eye and
immediately swept a fist across his belly, “What bad idea are you hiding now?”
Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei’s hand and laughed, “If you don’t have bad ideas, how
would you know mine?”

Wu Suowei was annoyed and said nothing.

Soon, the duty nurse came out and told Chi Cheng, “The old lady has woken up.”

Wu Suowei jumped up and hurried inside.

Chi Cheng grabbed him back and warned, “If you dare cry, I’ll tell your mom about us.”

That really got to Wu Suowei. Once inside, seeing his mom’s haggard, withered face,
tears almost burst out.

But with Chi Cheng’s commanding presence, Wu Suowei dared not act rashly and forced
himself to hold back. “Mom, you’re awake? Feeling better?”

Wu’s mom smiled at him weakly, “Mom’s fine.”

Wu Suowei nodded, “My mom’s so strong! What could be wrong?”

Wu’s mom had been extremely worried, but hearing Wu Suowei’s confident tone, she
instantly relaxed.

Before leaving, Wu’s mom held Chi Cheng’s hand and said, “Thank you for keeping this
from my third son. If he knew, I couldn’t rest here and recover.”

Chi Cheng squeezed her hand but said nothing.

“I finally caught you,” Guo Chengyu said to Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo snorted coldly, “What do you mean ‘caught you’? Like I really escaped or
something?”

“Whether you escaped or not, you know in your heart,” Guo Chengyu threw a stack of
medical records in front of Wang Shuo, “Explain this to me. What’s going on?”

Wang Shuo remained indifferent. “Everyone has psychological issues. You just never
saw a psychologist, so you think you’re fine. I’ve been taking meds to regulate my nerves
for years. Today I forgot to take them. Watch your words. When I have an episode, I
bite.”
“Don’t pretend in front of me,” Guo Chengyu said, fiddling with his tea set, “I’ve been
nice to you. You’ve blackened me for seven years and I didn’t do anything to you. Stop
with the nonsense.”

“Hey, why are you so irresponsible?” Wang Shuo teased, “Bullying me isn’t feminine? If
I’d hit a home run, you couldn’t even bring a kid to prove you did it, right?”

Guo Chengyu looked at him mockingly, “Where did you buy those fake nerve pills? Stop
taking them, they’re making you crazier.”

Wang Shuo frowned, “If you think we didn’t sleep together, why let me ruin you for
seven years? With your brain, you wouldn’t be worth my scheming, right?”

“I’m just playing your game,” Guo Chengyu snorted, “Without you leaving, would I and
Chi Cheng be tangled up for seven years? There’s a saying — hate comes from love. I
want to try it the other way, see if hate can turn into love.”

Wang Shuo’s face changed suddenly, grinding his teeth, he spat, “You’re definitely
involved with Chi Cheng.”

Guo Chengyu easily found out Wang Shuo’s motive back then, and shot back, “You
blackened me because of that.”

After a while, Wang Shuo realized he’d been tricked by Guo Chengyu and regretted it too
late.

Guo Chengyu spoke slowly, “I didn’t expose you for seven years because I’m more
humane than you. I knew you were using me, using me and your thing to stir up Chi
Cheng, so he couldn’t let go of you all these years. I have better endurance than you, so I
gave way. But I didn’t expect you’d really want to ruin me — and for flimsy reasons.”

“Flimsy reasons?” Wang Shuo laughed, “That wind was so strong, it blew me off track.
You two were so good, it annoyed me. You were on my bed but calling his name. That
night you called ‘Guozi Guozi,’ I wanted to fry you in a pot.”

Guo Chengyu threw the tea set down steadily in the center of the tray.

“That was because he was drunk. You two argued every day, and he always came to
drink at my place. When he was drunk, only I was around. If he didn’t call me, who
would he call?”

Wang Shuo shrugged, “When he wasn’t drunk, his eyes only had you.”

Guo Chengyu said two words, “Bullshit.”

“He could stand being apart from me for seven years but couldn’t bear to truly hurt you.
Guo Chengyu, haven’t you figured it out?” Wang Shuo insisted.

Guo Chengyu raised a hand, “Fine, I won’t argue with you. The psychological world of
the insane is too wonderful for me to appreciate.”

Wang Shuo raised his eyebrows, “Learn well from your Jiang Xiaoshuai.”

“No need,” Guo Chengyu said, “I’m already clever enough. Don’t poke more holes in me
— what if one day my heart’s smaller than yours and I ruin you again?”

Wang Shuo didn’t care, “What proof do you have that we never slept together? Is your
integrity on your dick?”

“Are you addicted to smearing yourself?” Guo Chengyu asked.

Wang Shuo said, “I just don’t want you to whitewash me.”

Guo Chengyu had no response.

“Do you hate me?” Wang Shuo asked.

“Mental patients who kill aren’t even criminals. Such a small thing, what’s there to
hate?”

CHAPTER 179
The company was completely handed over to Lin Yanrui; he only occasionally called to
ask about the situation. Chi Cheng worked his day shifts as usual and stayed overnight at
the hospital with Wu Suowei.

Having their beloved son nearby made all the difference. Wu’s mom recovered quickly
these past few days; her complexion was much better than before. Usually, she couldn’t
stay long in the hospital and wanted to go home at the slightest improvement, but this
time, persuaded by Wu Suowei, she actively cooperated with the doctors. When she was
well, she even took walks around the hospital, full of energy.

Although Wu Suowei’s sisters also came to care for their mom, Wu Suowei never left her
bedside. He slept lightly at night and would wake at the slightest noise.

Wu’s mom’s ward was a large room with both patient and family areas. The patient area
had two beds: Wu’s mom’s bed and another one where Wu’s two sisters took turns
sleeping, as it was more convenient for daughters to care for their mother.
Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng slept in the family room, separated from the patient room by
only one glass wall. They could hear every sound from the patient room.

A few days ago, Wu Suowei’s mood had been low, and Chi Cheng restrained himself
despite his own needs.

In recent days, with Wu’s mom’s condition improving, Wu Suowei’s mood lifted too,
and Chi Cheng began to feel restless.

At night, sharing one blanket, Chi Cheng’s hand wandered restlessly inside Wu Suowei’s
pajamas.

Wu Suowei felt hot and restless too, but since his mom was nearby, he dared not let any
noise escape, so he forcefully held down Chi Cheng’s hand.

“Stop messing around.”

Chi Cheng acted as if he didn’t hear, his noble nose pressing against Wu Suowei’s neck.
His voice, full of magnetism, hummed, “So good.”

Wu Suowei was burned by the warm breath from Chi Cheng’s nostrils all over his body
and twisted his neck to avoid the teasing.

Chi Cheng continued savoring, “There’s a scent of earth.”

“You mean I smell dirty?” Wu Suowei shot him a sidelong glance.

Chi Cheng whispered, “I just love the scent on you.”

Wu Suowei grabbed Chi Cheng’s head and said, “Go hug that old man begging under the
overpass. He’s always lying on the ground with the dirt. His smell is way stronger than
mine.”

Chi Cheng hadn’t even reacted before he started giggling foolishly.

It had been a long time since he’d seen Wu Suowei laugh like that. His heart burned
warmly, wishing he could squeeze him into a small palm-sized ball and carry him
everywhere.

Chi Cheng sucked on Wu Suowei’s neck, making a soft popping sound.

Wu Suowei was startled and immediately put a finger to his lips.

“Shh… looking for trouble?”

Chi Cheng didn’t mind the “shh,” instead focusing on the small pout Wu Suowei made
and pinched his cheeks hard, teasing, “I really want to make you give me a blowjob.”

Wu Suowei turned his head sharply, ignoring him. Chi Cheng slipped his hand inside Wu
Suowei’s pajama pants, scratching and tugging at the hair there. Wu Suowei grimaced
and frowned but dared not make a sound.

“My dick’s been idle too long, it’s about to rust,” Chi Cheng said lewdly. “Use your little
hole to grind it.”

Wu Suowei snapped, “Use your hand.”

“My hand’s not fast enough,” Chi Cheng tempted. “You come grind it for me.”

Before Wu Suowei could resist, Chi Cheng pulled his hand inside his pants so he could
feel the huge swollen heat and virile masculinity.

Wu Suowei clenched the shaft, his mind flooding with memories of various passionate
moments.

Chi Cheng asked crudely, “You want me to fuck your ass, don’t you?”

Wu Suowei endured silently, avoiding Chi Cheng’s gaze.

After a while, Chi Cheng spread Wu Suowei’s legs apart.

Wu Suowei immediately panicked and pressed against Chi Cheng’s waist, hurriedly
pleading, “No! My mom’s right outside. What if she hears? And my sister’s here too.”

Chi Cheng said, “It’s okay. I won’t move. I just want you to suck me.”

Wu Suowei refused, but Chi Cheng rubbed himself between his legs.

Eventually, the hard rod pressed against his tight hole. Wu Suowei’s hips twitched
violently a few times but he couldn’t endure it, so he bent over and got off the bed,
tiptoeing outside with Chi Cheng following behind.

It was past two in the morning. All was silent. In the greenery near the hospital, wildness
and passion rippled in the air.

Wu Suowei leaned against a tree with one leg braced on the ground, while Chi Cheng
raised the other leg high behind him and fiercely penetrated him from behind. The rough
slapping sounds added a licentious and passionate vibe to the quiet midnight.

It was Wu Suowei’s first time having wild sex, and after holding it in so long, he clawed
deep scratches on the bark in excitement.
Chi Cheng pulled Wu Suowei’s hands, pressing them against the tree, then wrapped his
strong arms around Wu Suowei’s waist, pressing his back against his chest. The two
hearts beat close, and the force from their coupling felt stronger than ever.

“Ah… so deep… so fast…”

Chi Cheng then laid Wu Suowei on the ground. The autumn dew was heavy, and the
grass cold. Worrying that it might chill his beloved’s ass, Chi Cheng placed his big hand
underneath, enjoying the sweaty heat of Wu Suowei’s buttocks fueling his passion.

“Miss me?” Chi Cheng asked while thrusting.

Wu Suowei groaned but pretended not to admit it.

“No… I didn’t…”

Chi Cheng plucked a blade of grass and tickled Wu Suowei’s nipples with the soft tip.

Wu Suowei writhed from the ticklish sensation, which prompted a rougher thrust from
Chi Cheng.

“Did you miss me or not?”

Wu Suowei confessed, “Yes… I did.”

“I’ve almost gone crazy missing you,” Chi Cheng said.

Late night love words were always so intoxicating.

Wu Suowei lost count of how many times he came. By dawn, the grass was almost
completely flattened.

Meanwhile, Wang Shuo was back to his ghost-like life, hiding at home during the day
and roaming at night. Last night he spent the whole time reading tarot cards. Early this
morning, Wang Zhen left, and Wang Shuo stayed home to catch up on sleep.

He had barely fallen asleep when the doorbell rang.

Irritated, he walked to the door and opened it, stunned.

Chi Cheng’s imposing figure stood there, his dark eyes burning Wang Shuo’s exhausted
nerves.

“Not bad, you really found the right door,” Wang Shuo smiled.
Chi Cheng stared expressionless.

“Come in,” Wang Shuo said, gesturing.

Chi Cheng stayed at the door and asked, “You wrote the words on the little round egg,
right?”

Wang Shuo admitted generously, “Yeah, I wrote it. I wanted you to misunderstand him,
to let you know he was hanging around our place all night. Not only that, I even
deliberately put the old video of us in the glass cabinet, tempting him to watch, so he
could see how vigorous you were back then, turning me over and over in bed.”

“What exactly do you want?” Chi Cheng’s voice was eerily calm but filled with biting
coldness.

Wang Shuo sneered, “I’m playing. Watching you two fight is amusing!”

Chi Cheng grabbed Wang Shuo’s neck, squeezing so hard his cheekbones bulged and
pupils nearly popped.

Even so, Wang Shuo showed no fear, forcing out two words from his throat.

“Keep going.”

If Chi Cheng squeezed any harder, Wang Shuo’s fragile neck would have snapped.

But Chi Cheng’s hand froze.

Wang Shuo was gasping for air, dizziness washing over him, still smiling brokenly as he
spat out one last word.

“Persist.”

Even if Chi Cheng held on for half a minute more, Wang Shuo would be done for — no
one would ever come to cause trouble for him and Wu Suowei again. With Chi Cheng’s
background, killing someone is nothing. Besides, Wang Shuo wasn’t even a Chinese
citizen.

But he still let go.

“Don’t measure the lingering warmth of our feelings by how much I’ve hurt you. I only
ever gave you respect — respect for my six years of waiting. But you must understand,
six years, not seven. Since last year, here…” Chi Cheng pointed to his chest, “It’s no
longer you.”
“Is respect all you have for me?” Wang Shuo pressed, “How many six-year periods are in
a lifetime? Add the three-plus years we were together — ten years total! Chi Cheng, can
you just erase those ten years from your heart? You lived six years underground, in over
thirty-degree heat — that sauna feeling, can you really forget it completely?”

Chi Cheng said, “What I can’t forget isn’t you, but your betrayal and final farewell.”

That sentence instantly made Wang Shuo burst into tears.

“You always care for his love so tenderly, but hurt me so mercilessly.”

Chi Cheng said, “Love can breed hate, but when the hate is too deep, love can never grow
again.”

Wang Shuo nodded, “Fine, I have one last request.”

“Say it.”

“Stand here and tell me clearly: You don’t love me anymore.”

Chi Cheng countered, “Do you have to hear it to understand?”

Even now, Wang Shuo insisted.

“I want you to say it with your own mouth. Once you say it, I’ll turn around and pack.
Never see you again in this life.”

Chi Cheng said nothing and turned to leave.

CHAPTER 180
Wu’s mom was discharged from the hospital, and Wu Suowei returned to work at the
company, still going home every night to accompany his mom.

When Jiang Xiaoshuai heard Wu Suowei was back at the office, he hurried over
excitedly.

“How’s your mom doing?”

Wu Suowei smiled, “Pretty good. Her condition is basically under control.”

“The last time I visited your mom at the hospital, I felt she was already much more
energetic than when she was first admitted. For this kind of illness, staying in the hospital
too long doesn’t help. Hospitals have such an environment—if you don’t have a sickness,
you’ll get one. A good mood works better than any medicine. You should spend more
time with your mom when you can.”

Wu Suowei nodded. “I go home every night. My mom’s like a kid now; she needs me to
coax her to sleep.”

“A little kid, or an old kid?” Jiang Xiaoshuai sat down on the sofa for a break.

Wu Suowei tidied his office. Even though someone cleaned regularly, it was still his
room, and he felt better organizing things himself.

While rifling through a drawer, he found that sealed DVD again.

He pulled it out, glanced at it, and said to Jiang Xiaoshuai, “I still feel there’s something
wrong with this disc.”

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked. “Haven’t you watched it so many times you
could almost memorize their breathing patterns when they sleep?”

“But I always feel something’s missing,” Wu Suowei said.

Jiang Xiaoshuai sighed. “Because you want to see the footage from the night Wang Shuo
and Guo Chengyu had their incident, but it’s not here. So you feel like there’s a gap. But
in fact, you’ve watched everything that’s available.”

“So, do you think I didn’t copy the whole thing?” Wu Suowei wondered.

Jiang Xiaoshuai grinned. “Who are you asking? I haven’t even seen the original disc.”

Wu Suowei frowned. “But I definitely copied everything.”

“Enough messing around,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said, holding Wu’s hand. “Let me tell you
something real.”

“What’s real?” Wu Suowei asked.

Jiang Xiaoshuai sat, cleared his throat, and said seriously, “That day Guo Zi went to see
Wang Shuo. They talked about the old issues. Wang Shuo basically admitted Guo was
the motive behind betraying Chi Cheng back then. But whether they really did
anything… Wang Shuo didn’t make that clear.”

“That means nothing!” Wu Suowei pondered, then added, “What about Guo? He’s the
other party involved! Doesn’t he know whether it happened or not?”
“He was drunk that night, so drunk he didn’t know anything. By the time he woke up, it
was already over,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said. “He insists he didn’t do it, but who knows if
that’s true?”

Wu Suowei fell silent.

Jiang Xiaoshuai went on, “What do you think Wang Shuo is thinking? If he really didn’t
do it, why not clear his name now? Maybe Chi Cheng would even have some goodwill
toward him afterward.”

“He says he didn’t do it, and Guo says he didn’t do it. The question is, does Chi Cheng
believe that?” Wu Suowei said. “How’s this any different from Wang Shuo smearing me
over that colorblind thing?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was a bit confused. “What do those two things have in common?”

“Of course they’re connected,” Wu Suowei said. “Think about it — I know Wang Shuo
wrote the words on the little round egg, but why can’t I tell Chi Cheng? Because I’m seen
as a suspect. Would my word have any legal weight? Similarly, Guo is an accomplice.
Would his words have legal weight?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly understood. “Right, plus this was mainly his scheme. No
matter how he denies it, he can’t escape responsibility. His denial is pointless, maybe
even making things worse.”

“Exactly!” Wu Suowei gritted his teeth. “This guy wants to use me to uncover the truth,
to have me read out the testimony. From the opposing side, my words are more
convincing.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai widened his eyes. “And you’re helping him? That’s like shooting
yourself in the foot!”

“I don’t care,” Wu Suowei said stubbornly. “If I don’t know, fine. But once I know, I
have to dig deep and find the truth.”

“Where would you even look?” Jiang Xiaoshuai said. “The hotel where it happened has
been torn down, the owner disappeared, and even if he hadn’t, how would he know what
happened in a private room seven years ago?”

“There must be evidence with Wang Shuo,” Wu Suowei said confidently.

Jiang Xiaoshuai retorted, “If he had evidence, he would have shown it by now. He’s just
deliberately wearing you down. This is called psychological delay warfare. The longer it
drags, the more you’ll develop mental problems. Trust me, I’m a doctor and have
experienced it myself. You better drop this and get on with your life or you’ll suffer big
losses.”
Wu Suowei insisted, “He definitely has evidence, just not the right time. When the time
comes, he’ll show it.”

“When that happens, you’ll have trapped him completely,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Wu Suowei’s eyes gleamed sharply. “Who knows who traps whom.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai paused, then remembered something.

“By the way, has Chi Cheng told you he went to see Wang Shuo?”

Wu Suowei’s gaze darkened. “Would he tell me?”

“Probably went to confront Wang Shuo about how he smeared you,” Jiang Xiaoshuai
said.

Wu Suowei asked, “What happened? Did he do anything to Wang Shuo?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai cleared his throat. “Looks like… nothing.”

Wu Suowei slammed a red stamp down hard on a file.

“I knew it!”

He flung the stamp aside, angry, and took the file downstairs to Lin Yanrui. Then he
rushed to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, and calmed down before
coming out.

“Boss Wu, someone’s here to see you.”

Wu Suowei walked to the company entrance and saw Wang Zhen’s car. His heart
thumped uncontrollably.

“See that?” he whispered to Jiang Xiaoshuai. “That’s my idol.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes nearly popped. “Who’d dare mess with a guy like that?”

Wu Suowei went over and greeted Wang Zhen. Another person was in the car, whom Wu
Suowei assumed was Wang Shuo, but a foreign old man about sixty or seventy stepped
out and immediately gave Wu and Jiang a bear hug.

Inside, Wang Zhen told Wu, “This is a friend I met abroad. He’s an expert in pancreatic
tumors. I heard about your mom’s condition, so I asked him to come and help.”

Wu Suowei felt very moved and stood up to shake hands with the old expert.
“Sorry for troubling you to come all the way from overseas…”

Jiang Xiaoshuai nudged Wu and whispered, “Say it in English — he won’t understand

otherwise.”

Wu Suowei managed two words and then got stuck.

Wang Zhen stepped in to express respect on Wu’s behalf.

Jiang Xiaoshuai, also a doctor, was curious and awkwardly asked the expert’s name in
English.

The expert kindly told him.

Wang Zhen said to Wu Suowei, “He just got off the plane, I have to take him home to
rest. You’re not in a hurry, right?”

“No, no,” Wu Suowei quickly waved.

Wang Zhen didn’t say more and helped the expert into the car.

Wu Suowei stood at the door, watching Wang Zhen for a moment.

“Why help me?”

“Just a small favor,” Wang Zhen said.

Tears fell from Wu Suowei’s eyes.

Wang Zhen patted Wu’s head.

“Why is your name Wu Suowei?”

Hey! Why ask that again?

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked up the expert’s info on the computer and was shocked.

“Wu Dai, come look! Isn’t this guy the same doctor from before?”

Wu Suowei glanced and said, “Maybe. I think all foreigners look the same.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai marvelled, “Amazing! This man is a world-renowned brain tumor

specialist! He flies around the world all year — only a top-tier professor like him can be
invited by leaders.”

“So impressive!” Wu Suowei was also stunned.

Jiang Xiaoshuai pointed at the screen. “Look here! Last time he visited China, it was an
invitation from the government to lecture.”

Wu Suowei felt honored.

“How did your idol do it?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei guessed, “Wasn’t he a bodyguard for leaders? He probably met powerful

people through those connections.”

“You’re so lucky,” Jiang Xiaoshuai patted Wu’s shoulder. “Even your rival’s brother
protects you. You really made good use of those bricks you threw — you should thank
Yue Yue, without her you wouldn’t be enjoying this success.”

Wu Suowei felt quietly pleased but kept a straight face.

“I’m just annoyed about one thing,” Wu said. “Why does my idol always ask me such a
boring question?”

“What question?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei said, “He keeps asking why my name is Wu Suowei.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled, “He must like teasing you! He finds you interesting and just
makes small talk.”

Wu Suowei pouted. “Really?”

“Maybe it’s a secret code?” Jiang Xiaoshuai joked. “That guy’s too professional — even
daily chats are so mysterious.”

Wu Suowei didn’t reply.

Jiang Xiaoshuai teased, “Why is your name Wu Suowei?”

“Go away,” Wu Suowei laughed and punched Jiang lightly.

Then, not feeling great, he flopped onto the desk and actually started pondering the
boring question.

Why am I called Wu Suowei? Why did I change my name? I was originally Wu Qiqiong,
but my ex mocked me, so I was inspired to reinvent myself and chose a powerful name...

As he thought, his expression suddenly changed.

Jiang Xiaoshuai realized it too.

They exchanged looks, both shocked.

“Does he know why you changed your name?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei thought the same, and the coincidence made him shudder.

“Does that mean he knows about me and Yue Yue?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai added, “Then Wang Shuo must know too.”

Wu Suowei recalled Wang Shuo stayed here for half a year…

Half a year! What secrets couldn’t he uncover? From the first time he met Wang Zhen,
Wang Zhen asked that question — meaning Wang Shuo came well prepared.

“Could it really be a code?” Jiang Xiaoshuai wondered. “If Wang Shuo knows, why
hasn’t he exposed you?”

Wu Suowei stared blankly.

“Probably just not the right time yet.”

CHAPTER 181
In the evening, Wang Zhen took the old expert out for an authentic Beijing meal, then
accompanied him to stroll around and enjoy the night view of the capital. They didn’t get
home until after midnight, which was prime time for the little demon—Wang Shuo was
full of energy, lying on the living room carpet happily playing with two pythons.

As soon as Wang Zhen came in, Wang Shuo’s expression darkened.

“Where have you been?”

Wang Zhen ignored him and went to the inner room to change clothes.

Wang Shuo stormed in after him, standing not far off, watching Wang Zhen slowly take
off his clothes, revealing his toned torso, his face full of disgust.

“Casbin—is he someone you invited?”

Wang Zhen answered casually, “Yes.”

“What the hell are you thinking?” Wang Shuo snapped. “Are you my brother or not?”
Wang Zhen put on sweatpants, shirtless, his perfect chest muscles facing Wang Shuo.

“Whether I’m your brother or not doesn’t directly conflict with whether I help him.
Whether I help in small matters depends on friendship; in big matters, it’s a moral
question. No matter how much you dislike him, you shouldn’t take it out on his seriously
ill mother.”

“Who’s talking about morality?” Wang Shuo got angry. “I’m mad because you hid it
from me!”

Wang Zhen said nothing, his face cold as he walked out to get water.

Wang Shuo blocked the water dispenser, stopping Wang Zhen from drinking, continuing
to scold him.

“Who’s immoral? Me or you? What’s the big deal? Like it’s some secret operation! No
matter how unreasonable I am, I wouldn’t stop you from getting a doctor for his own
mother!”

Wang Zhen pushed Wang Shuo aside and went on to get water.

Wang Shuo grabbed the cup away, refusing to let him drink, and asked coldly,

“In your heart, is your brother really so heartless?”

Wang Zhen snatched the cup back, took two big gulps, set it down, and headed to the
sofa.

Wang Shuo followed behind, still ranting.

“You wouldn’t answer my calls, didn’t reply to my messages, and eventually turned your
phone off. Who are you afraid of? Me? Afraid I’ll mess things up? That I have bad
intentions? Am I really that immoral? Wang Zhen, you owe me an explanation today or
this won’t be over.”

Wang Zhen calmly opened a drawer.

“You’re not going to say anything? Fine. I’ll let Mom be the judge. She’ll know her son
is guarding against his own brother to help an outsider...”

Slap!

Wang Zhen taped Wang Shuo’s mouth shut.

...
Wang Shuo was furious, glaring wildly, pounding his fists on Wang Zhen’s head.

Wang Zhen got up and went back to his room, looking like he couldn’t be bothered with
the madman.

Wang Shuo tried to peel off the tape, but Wang Zhen had taped it on too tightly. When
Wang Shuo pulled down, it felt like it was tearing the skin around his mouth. Just at the
corner of his mouth, the pain was unbearable, so he kicked Wang Zhen’s door hard.

Wang Zhen ignored him, calmly playing on the computer inside.

After tiring out, Wang Shuo lay back down on the carpet, staring at the ceiling, full of
resentment.

About two hours later, Wang Zhen noticed no movement outside, so he opened the door
and came out.

Wang Shuo was asleep on the carpet.

It was the first time in many days he fell asleep at night. Because his mouth was taped
shut and he couldn’t speak, he was extremely exhausted, plus all the earlier struggle left
him so tired his eyelids finally closed.

Wang Zhen quietly looked at him curled up on the floor, hugging a big python, sleeping
in the same posture as when he was a child.

They say people who sleep like this lack a sense of security.

Wang Zhen bent down, picked up Wang Shuo, and carried him to his room.

Only when Wang Shuo was asleep could Wang Zhen’s heart calm down a little. He
rubbed some oil on Wang Shuo’s mouth; once it dissolved, the tape came off easily.

He gently wiped away the leftover adhesive on his lips.

Wang Shuo murmured in his sleep,

“Chi Cheng...”

Wang Zhen’s gentle eyes instantly turned cold.

...

The next morning, Casbin came to treat Wu’s mom, and Wang Shuo went along.
During the preliminary checkup and treatment plan discussion, Wang Shuo stayed in the
car and didn’t cause trouble. He sent Chi Cheng a text to tell him Wang Zhen had found a
famous doctor for Wu’s mom.

When Wang Zhen and Casbin came out chatting happily, Wang Shuo judged the situation
was good and got out of the car.

Wu Suowei happened to be seeing them off and saw Wang Shuo nearby.

Later, Wang Zhen sent Casbin back to the hotel, but Wang Shuo deliberately did not
follow.

Wu Suowei hesitated for a moment, then walked toward Wang Shuo.

“How’s your mom?” Wang Shuo asked with concern.

Wu Suowei nodded. “Pretty good.”

“Then I’m relieved.” Wang Shuo patted Wu Suowei on the shoulder. “I was just afraid I
might accidentally say something that would hurt you, and people would accuse me of
kicking you when you’re down.”

“You’re overthinking it.” Wu Suowei smiled gently.

Wang Shuo sighed. “You’ve got a pretty good fate. I just wrote on the little round egg a
few days ago, and Chi Cheng already found out you’re colorblind.”

“Fools have their luck.” Wu Suowei said.

“True.” Wang Shuo had to admit. “Chi Cheng even gave me a hard time because of it.”

“Don’t take it to heart,” Wu Suowei comforted him. “He’s just like that: sharp-tongued
but soft-hearted. He says harsh things but can’t really bear it inside.”

“Don’t analyze his personality for me—I know him better than you.” Wang Shuo smiled.
“I asked him to tell me to my face he didn’t love me. He couldn’t even say it. How soft-
hearted do you think that is?”

Wu Suowei kept a straight face. “If it were me, I wouldn’t want to reject someone who
truly loves me either.”

“Don’t get serious.” Wang Shuo teased. “Don’t put the words ‘true love’ on me. I’m just
a bit possessive.”
“Don’t always belittle your own efforts. I know it’s been hard for you all these years. I
firmly believe you never betrayed Chi Cheng. You must have had your reasons.” Wu
Suowei said.

Wang Shuo sneered. “You’re quite fearless. I don’t mind you continuing to clear my
name, but that doesn’t stop me from blackening yours again. I won’t be grateful or
sympathetic. You be the saint, I’ll be the poisonous snake. We don’t bother each other.”

“How can you be a poisonous snake?” Wu Suowei acted saintly. “You already know
about me and Yue Yue but didn’t tell Chi Cheng, so that shows how kind you really are.”

Wang Shuo looked guilty but said, “I just handed you the initiative—to tell Chi Cheng
yourself. I advise you to say it soon, while he only likes you and indulges you without
limits. Otherwise, when he really loves you, and you tell him, you’ll end up like me.”

“Thanks for the advice.” Wu Suowei said.

Wang Shuo smiled and said nothing more, then hailed a taxi.

Wu Suowei watched the taxi drive away, the determined back of Wang Shuo growing
more distant.

...

After work that evening, Wu Suowei didn’t go home but entered a mall.

It was already late November, about to enter winter.

Time for warm underwear to sell well.

Wu Suowei went straight to the high-end men’s underwear counter without hesitation. He
picked the best cashmere long johns, didn’t even look at the price, and went to pay.

Chi Cheng came home that evening and unusually found Wu Suowei back.

Wu Suowei was bent over the desk blowing sugar figurines, focused, his cheeks puffing
in and out.

He had already made hundreds, filling the room with models of almost all the snakes,
except for the little vinegar bun.

Wu Suowei blew and blew today but threw them away, never satisfied, because the little
vinegar bun was just too beautiful.

“Why didn’t you sleep at home tonight?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei said, “My eldest and second sisters came back, with a few kids. No room at
home, so my mom kicked me out.”

“Have you eaten?” Chi Cheng asked again.

Wu Suowei nodded. “Vegetarian buns and millet porridge.”

“Let me check how much you ate.”

Chi Cheng’s big hand pinched Wu Suowei’s waist and lifted him up, then held him tight,
biting his ear.

“Five cabbage buns, one bowl of millet porridge, and half a plate of pickles, right?”

Wu Suowei was shocked. “You’re amazing!”

Chi Cheng grinned, pulled up Wu’s waistband, slung him over his shoulder, and headed
to the bathroom.

After washing and drying, Wu Suowei asked Chi Cheng to try on the new cashmere
pants.

Chi Cheng looked and said, “This size fits.”

Wu Suowei asked, “What about the one I bought you last year? The one that couldn’t
hold your JJ?”

Chi Cheng pulled it from under the pillow and handed it over.

“I’ll try it on. If it fits, give it to me.”

Chi Cheng immediately refused. “You want me to buy you a new one? Why wear my old
ones?” Actually, he didn’t want to part with them.

Wu Suowei put on the pants, saying, “This one’s still fine. Why can’t I wear it?”

He stood and pulled them up. The quality was good with plenty of stretch. Chi Cheng’s
legs were thicker, and after three months last year, these still fit Wu Suowei tight around
the legs.

“Pretty good fit, just a bit long in the legs,” Wu Suowei muttered, buttoning the fly one
button at a time and feeling around. “Everything’s in.”

Chi Cheng laughed at these cute moves and pulled off one of Wu’s legs with his ‘tiger
claw,’ making him fall into his arms. Stroking his cheek, he asked, “Why do you insist on
wearing my clothes?”
“Your clothes are warmer,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng bit his unusually adorable thin lips.

After some tender moments, Wu Suowei urged, “Try on the pants I bought for you.”

Chi Cheng didn’t want to at first—he just wanted skin-on-skin contact and didn’t want to
get undressed again. But he couldn’t resist Wu’s expectant gaze and reluctantly put on
the pants.

While Chi Cheng tried on the cashmere pants, Wu Suowei picked up his phone and
looked.

Chi Cheng never deleted texts; the message Wang Shuo sent was still there, and he had
read it.

When Chi Cheng finished trying on the pants, Wu Suowei put the phone down.

Chi Cheng’s long legs stood straight on Wu Suowei’s lap, muscles wild and masculine,
tightly wrapped by the stretchy pants, quite a sight that made Wu drool.

Suddenly Wu grabbed one leg, buried his face in it, and shouted, “Great god!”

Chi Cheng was amused and kicked Wu’s butt twice.

“Looking for trouble?”

Wu held onto Chi’s leg, teasing, “Begging for the great god’s favor.”

Then Chi Cheng pinned him on the bed and thoroughly ‘taught him a lesson.’

Afterwards, Wu and Chi rested on the bed, smoking a cigarette.

“I saw the message Wang Shuo sent you,” Wu said. “Why didn’t you get mad at me?”

“Why get mad at you?” Chi blew smoke in Wu’s face. “You didn’t insist on making him
find a doctor for you. He offered. Such a good doctor for your mom — why wouldn’t I be
happy?”

Wu blew smoke back in Chi’s face.

“You’re so forgiving with me.”

Chi Cheng said calmly, “I’m not forgiving. I’m just reasonable.”

Wu puffed his cigarette quietly. “Yeah, you’re so reasonable to me...”

“Do you want me to be unreasonable?” Chi Cheng squinted and looked at Wu sideways.

Wu quickly shook his head, then wanted to say something but didn’t.

Even though he knew Wang Shuo’s words meant little, Wu didn’t want to expose the
Yue Yue matter, afraid Chi Cheng would forgive him—or refuse. It felt like he was
trapped in a snare set by Chi Cheng, willing to fall apart rather than surrender.

“Say it quickly. I’m almost done with this cigarette. If you don’t hurry, you’ll lose your
chance.”

Wu pulled the cigarette from Chi’s mouth, took a deep drag, then blew the smoke into
Chi’s mouth, intoxicating them both.

CHAPTER 182
Near the end of the workday, Wu Suowei sat alone in the office, bored out of his mind as
he fiddled with the disc—repeatedly inserting it, then pulling it out, playing it, then
stopping. Just like Jiang Xiaoshuai said, this matter was becoming Wu Suowei’s mental
torment. If he couldn’t “close the case” soon, he’d probably end up with a mental illness.

After ejecting the disc, Wu Suowei was reluctant and inserted it again.

Having watched it so many times, he no longer felt like opening it, but he hoped that
someday, when he inserted the disc, a hidden video might suddenly pop up—the “truth”
he had been searching for. How wonderful that would be.

A hidden video... Wu Suowei muttered to himself.

Suddenly, his eyes brightened, and his heart pounded wildly.

Right! The disc still had plenty of free space; there could be hidden files inside!
Excitedly, Wu Suowei scrolled the mouse, trying every method to find hidden files.

In the end, nothing.

Still unwilling to give up, he calculated the video size and found it basically matched the
used space—meaning no hidden files at all.

Wu Suowei’s freshly ignited hope was crushed again.

“Mr. Wu, there’s a beautiful lady outside asking for you.”

A beautiful lady? Wu Suowei’s low spirits finally stirred a little. She had followed Lin
Yanrui downstairs and looked around the lobby but didn’t see anyone, so she punched
Lin Yanrui in the stomach.

“Where’s the beautiful lady?”

“She’s outside. She wouldn’t come in without your permission.”

Wu Suowei chuckled, “Oh, so shy and introverted?”

Saying that, he walked out.

When he stepped outside, his gaze shifted—and he saw who Lin Yanrui called “beautiful
lady.” Of course, he immediately regretted his previous judgment.

Yue Yue greeted Wu Suowei, “Long time no see.”

Wu Suowei was fairly cordial, “Yeah, long time no see. How did you find your way
here?”

Yue Yue said, “My house is being renovated, and they’re installing lights. Someone
recommended your company’s products, so I came to check them out—and to see you.”

“Perfect timing,” Wu Suowei thought silently.

“How have you been recently?” Yue Yue asked.

Wu Suowei smiled, “Just messing around. How about you?”

Yue Yue had changed a lot compared to last year. Her eyes weren’t as sharp, her tone not
as harsh. Her every expression somewhat resembled the woman he first met, though he
knew it was a façade.

“I’ll show you the lights inside,” Wu Suowei said.

Yue Yue nodded and followed him in.

Wu Suowei had Lin Yanrui bring over product photos of the lighting fixtures and
patiently introduced each one. Yue Yue’s gaze wandered, occasionally landing on Wu
Suowei’s handsome, sculpted face, as if in a different world.

“Just take these lights with you. Consider them a gift from me,” Wu Suowei said.

Yue Yue politely refused, “That’s too much, I’m sorry.”

“What’s there to be sorry about?”

Maybe because of all the times Yue Yue called him stingy, Wu Suowei had developed a
psychological shadow and had always been generous toward her. Whether it was the
hefty breakup settlement or these lights, whenever it was for Yue Yue, he never batted an
eye.

At that moment, Chi Cheng’s car drove by nearby.

Yue Yue glanced sideways at the windshield and saw that familiar face. Quickly, she told
Wu Suowei, “You go about your business, I’ll leave first.”

She turned and walked away swiftly with her back to Chi Cheng.

But this didn’t stop Chi Cheng from recognizing her at once.

After Wu Suowei got into the car, Chi Cheng asked, “Yue Yue came here?”

“She’s renovating her home and was introduced to buy lights here,” Wu Suowei
answered.

Chi Cheng narrowed his eyes suspiciously, “She knows about your relationship with me
and still came here to buy lights?”

“Wasn’t Wang Shuo also here buying lights?” Wu Suowei cleverly deflected. “Whenever
a rival buys lights, I give them away free. I guess he heard about this and rushed over to
grab a deal.”

“You’re quite generous,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei shrugged, “Learned from you.”

Chi Cheng pinched Wu Suowei’s thigh. Wu Suowei yelped twice, then laughed it off,
chatting as they walked back.

These past few nights, Xiao Cupbao no longer slept alone but came to sleep in the bed
with Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei. Previously, Chi Cheng always tried to chase it out, but
these days, he let it stay and mess around.

At midnight, Wu Suowei woke to see Xiao Cupbao tangled up on Chi Cheng, hugging
him tightly.

Chi Cheng’s large hand cradled its little head—grandfather and grandson looked
especially warm.

Wu Suowei felt like the odd one out.

Before this, Xiao Cupbao always clung to Wu Suowei. But at some point—maybe after
meeting Wang Shuo again, or maybe since Wu Suowei stopped coming home often—it
started clinging to Chi Cheng again, habitually taking over the remaining space on the
bed.

A few days later, Yue Yue came to visit Wu’s mother, bringing gifts without informing
Wu Suowei.

Wu’s mother was walking with a cane from the yard to the inner room. Yue Yue quickly
caught up, linked arms, and smiled at her, “Auntie.”

Wu’s mother was startled. Who was this girl?

Looking more carefully, wasn’t this the girl from the photo? It felt like a dream. She
smoothed her chest for a moment before recovering.

“You…”

Yue Yue smiled sweetly, “I heard you were ill, so I came to see you.”

Wu’s mother trembled but said nothing, letting Yue Yue support her inside.

They sat on the kang bed and chatted casually.

Yue Yue said, “Auntie, actually, the break-up between me and Wu Qiqiong... Oh no, Wu
Suowei, was just a misunderstanding. We’ve kept in touch over the past two years and
thought of each other. Otherwise, why hasn’t he had a girlfriend all this time? And I’ve
been single too.”

Wu’s mother smiled at Yue Yue.

Yue Yue continued, “Honestly, I regret breaking up with Wu Suowei. We both wanted to
get back together, but no one wanted to break that barrier. Your son is strong-willed; I
was the one who suggested breaking up. He definitely wouldn’t want to bring this up
first. I’m a girl, and it would be inappropriate for me to say this myself, right?”

Wu’s mother nodded.

Yue Yue held Wu’s mother’s hand and pleaded softly, “Auntie, if you think I’m okay,
please help me persuade your son. I really want to reconcile.”

Wu’s mother didn’t know if it was excitement or something else, but she couldn’t say a
proper word for a long time.
Yue Yue smiled sweetly again, “Auntie, you have to help me start this conversation!
Your son is such a good man; if someone else steals him away, I wouldn’t even have a
place to cry.”

Today was Guo Chengyu’s birthday, and the party was held in his private club.

Unlike previous years, this year’s birthday party was simple and low-key. Parents and
elders were invited separately, since the two generations didn’t get along. The rest were
friends and some scoundrels, including Cidian and Wang Shuo. Although Wang Zhen
wasn’t close to them, Wang Shuo always traveled with Wang Zhen, so Guo Chengyu
invited Wang Zhen too.

At first, the group mingled, eating and drinking. Later, after drinking more, they broke
into groups chatting and joking.

Wang Shuo, Cidian, and Guo Chengyu sat around a small table. Wang Zhen sat nearby,
never uttering a word.

“Today is also our ten-year anniversary,” Wang Shuo told Chi Cheng. “I remember we
confirmed our relationship at Guo Zi’s birthday party.”

Before Chi Cheng could speak, Guo Chengyu spoke first.

“That counts as an anniversary? You two have only been together a few years. Such a big
gap in the middle, and you still dare to call it ten years?”

Wang Shuo sneered, “You all say there’s a gap, but to me, there’s none.”

He downed a glass of wine, still fully conscious.

Chi Cheng’s eyes fixed on a certain spot, emotion unreadable.

“I find the lyrics of ‘Ten Years’ really fit me: Ten years ago, we were strangers walking
side by side down familiar streets; ten years later, we’re friends who can still greet each
other…”

He started humming, and as Guo Chengyu said, Wang Shuo’s singing was off-key. But
his emotional expression was on point. After a few lines, he choked up, and after two
more, slammed his glass on the table, then lay face down, wailing in pain.

The banquet hall was full of drunk people, some openly weeping; no one paid attention to
Wang Shuo’s cries.

But someone cared.

Chi Cheng’s heart, taut as a string, finally loosened a bit.

Especially at the mention of ten years, in which he had played a part.

Guo Chengyu’s expression changed. Just as he reached to pat Wang Shuo’s back, his
hand met empty air.

Wang Zhen suddenly stood up violently and grabbed Wang Shuo, bumping him against a
nearby crystal column. Then he slapped Wang Shuo hard, splitting his lip with blood and
tears running down his collar.

Next came two punches, each with wind behind them, cracking sounds. Wang Shuo
instantly fainted.

Wang Zhen wasn’t done yet. He pressed Wang Shuo to the ground and kept beating him.

Chi Cheng watched quietly for a moment, like a fuse being lit. His tiger-like eyes flashed
fiercely, and suddenly he jumped up, grabbed a round stool, and hurled it at Wang Zhen.

The stool shattered loudly, nails breaking in half. Only Wang Zhen could survive such a
blow without serious injury.

Wang Zhen exploded with fury, his shoe, with a spike, slashing at Chi Cheng’s face.

Chi Cheng lunged like a wild tiger, sweeping a palm across Wang Zhen’s ribs.

This fight had been brewing too long, suppressed too fiercely. Once it erupted, it couldn’t
be stopped. Chairs and table legs flew around, causing painful screams from anyone hit.
Some burly men panicked and cried out.

Guo Chengyu hadn’t invited Jiang Xiaoshuai to the party, probably suspecting something
might happen.

Yet Jiang Xiaoshuai appeared at the door, accompanied by the dazed Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei saw everything.

From the moment Wang Zhen first struck Wang Shuo, to Chi Cheng’s furious retaliation.

Wu Suowei had never seen Chi Cheng’s eyes so ferocious. Whether from fear or shock,
everyone else scrambled away clutching their heads, but Wu Suowei stood firm.

Until Chi Cheng saw him.

Their eyes met.

Wu Suowei turned and strode toward the door.

Only then did Wu Suowei realize how unusually tolerant Chi Cheng was with him. Even
when “accidents” happened between Wang Zhen and himself, Chi Cheng endured
repeatedly, without harsh words toward Wang Zhen. But when Wang Zhen’s fist landed
on Wang Shuo, Chi Cheng could no longer hold back.

It was like watching a fierce arena match. The combatants were Chi Cheng and Wang
Zhen, but the victory or defeat lay between Chi Cheng and Wang Shuo.

Just as Wu Suowei was distracted, Wang Zhen landed a solid punch to his chest. He
nearly choked but swallowed it back.

Guo Chengyu’s eyes darkened sharply. He took two large steps forward to join the fight.

Jiang Xiaoshuai hurried downstairs and ran after Wu Suowei, who was already in his car.

“Dawei, where are you going?” Jiang Xiaoshuai frantically pounded on the car window.

Wu Suowei’s blank eyes looked at him. His voice was steady, without hesitation.

“Don’t worry, I’ve come this far; I’ll finish these ten steps.”

CHAPTER 183
When a person is in a state of despair, their mind is often unusually clear; many tangled
matters tend to become sorted out at such times. Halfway through his drive, Wu Suowei
suddenly had a flash of insight and sharply accelerated the car.

Twenty minutes later, he arrived at Wang Shuo’s house.

The key was still the one Wang Shuo had handed to their company during the
renovations and had never returned. Wu Suowei used it directly to open the door. The
lights inside were on, as if silently welcoming him.

He quickly slipped into Wang Shuo’s bedroom, opened the glass cabinet, and flipped
through those discs one by one.

Finally, he found the last disc.

He eagerly inserted it into the computer. The video window popped up—it was the same
footage.
But Wu Suowei clearly saw that this disc was full; available space was almost zero.
Meanwhile, his own disc was the same capacity, also containing a video, but only took up
less than half the space.

Obviously, this disc hid a video that he had missed copying before.

Wu Suowei used Chi Cheng’s and Guo Chengyu’s names again to crack the hidden file’s
password.

A complete, undamaged video popped up, and Wu Suowei felt his heart stop beating for
a moment.

Soon, Chi Cheng, Guo Chengyu, and Wang Shuo appeared together on the screen.

It was surveillance footage from a hotel room, either requested by Wang Shuo before or
afterward from the boss. The image was clear, and their voices were heard distinctly.

After a short while, a waiter knocked on the door, delivering drinks.

Just like the previous videos, the three sat drinking and chatting around the table. Chi
Cheng and Guo Chengyu even challenged Wang Shuo, taking turns pouring him drinks.
But Wang Shuo’s tolerance was huge, and eventually, Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu were
the ones who got drunk.

Soon, the three got onto two beds.

Wang Shuo and Chi Cheng shared one bed; Guo Chengyu was on the other.

Rhythmic snoring came from the video.

Wang Shuo was the last to fall asleep. Just as he hugged Chi Cheng, Chi Cheng called
out,

“Guo Zi…”

Wu Suowei clearly saw Wang Shuo’s expression change drastically.

Then, Chi Cheng held him, calling Guo Zi repeatedly, over and over.

Wang Shuo’s face went from flushed to pale.

His eyes remained wide open, slowly filling with despair. Wu Suowei stared into his eyes
as if seeing his own current self. But Wu Suowei could still sit here calmly; Wang Shuo
had taken an extreme action.

He got out of bed and, less than five minutes later, the footage switched to another room.
Wang Shuo helped Guo Chengyu to bed, stripped both their clothes, and the two naked
bodies clung together motionless for over three hours.

Then, the door was kicked open, and Chi Cheng’s ashen face appeared in the doorway.

The video abruptly ended.

Wu Suowei’s pounding heart froze at that moment.

Sure enough, just as he expected.

One name—Guo Zi—one misunderstanding, one impulse, ruined six years for the three
of them.

Wu Suowei had just left when Chi Cheng rushed out after him, covered in more than ten
bruises, with a fractured scaphoid bone in his wrist. His hands shook violently as he
gripped the steering wheel while driving.

But he searched all over the streets and alleys and found no sign of Wu Suowei.

He never imagined that at this moment, Wu Suowei would calmly go to Wang Shuo’s
house to sort out the tangled mess that had nothing to do with him.

Until morning, Chi Cheng’s arm swelled three inches thick, his blood congealed on his
body, but Wu Suowei was nowhere to be found.

Leaning back in his seat, he forced himself to calm down.

No matter how impulsive Wu Suowei was, he wouldn’t vanish. After all, with his
mother’s illness, no matter where he ran, he had to return home eventually.

Thinking this, Chi Cheng drove straight to Wu Suowei’s home.

To avoid scaring the old lady, Chi Cheng changed clothes halfway, cleaning the blood off
himself.

Wu’s mother was struggling alone at home. Seeing Chi Cheng, she grabbed his arm
tightly, as if seeing a savior.

“Big Chi, you finally came.”

Chi Cheng’s heart tightened. Worried something had happened to Wu Suowei, he

hurriedly asked, “What’s wrong, Auntie?”

Wu’s mother sighed, “Yesterday, San’er’s ex came here somehow, bringing gifts and
massaging my shoulders. She called me ‘Auntie’ so sweetly before leaving.”
Chi Cheng’s expression changed, “Then?”

“She said she couldn’t forget San’er and wanted to reconcile. She said they had kept in
touch these two years, and San’er wanted to as well. She asked me to help break the ice.”

“Kept in touch?” Chi Cheng frowned deeply.

Wu’s mother nodded, “Yes. I mentioned it before—she’s really pretty. They dated for
seven years.”

Chi Cheng’s face darkened, silent.

Wu’s mother added, “You know that girl was arrogant before, looking down on San’er
because our family was poor. Now San’er’s been promoted and is more handsome, and
she came crawling back. Said it was all a misunderstanding. Said our San’er was such a
good guy. Hearing that made me feel so stifled.”

“Don’t take it to heart,” Chi Cheng said calmly, “There are plenty like that.”

“Yes, people are so practical nowadays.”

After sighing, Wu’s mother suddenly noticed a large bloodstain on Chi Cheng’s brow and
anxiously asked, “Hey, what happened to your eyebrow? Let me see.”

“It’s nothing,” Chi Cheng grabbed her hand and asked teasingly, “You always hoped
San’er would marry soon, right? Such a beautiful bride comes knocking, aren’t you
happy?”

“You can’t say that,” Wu’s mother said seriously. “Marriage can’t be rushed. You have
to pick the right person, not just anyone! Like that Yue Yue, can you imagine me wanting
her? She breaks up when she wants, gets back when she wants—so selfish! She really
takes advantage of our family’s kindness. That one’s definitely no good!”

Chi Cheng stiffened, “Who did you just say?”

“Yue Yue! I almost forgot her name, but she told me several times today.”

Chi Cheng was a little incredulous and asked again, “Yue Yue, or Yueyue? Nickname or
full name?”

“Full name,” Wu’s mother said clearly. “She’s surnamed Yue, and called Yue too. She
was San’er’s university classmate and dated for seven years.”

Something in Chi Cheng’s mind exploded.

Wu’s mother grabbed Chi Cheng’s hand and repeatedly urged, “You have to talk some
sense into San’er. Don’t let him be a fool again. That girl is no good; he’ll regret it. Tell
him not to think about her or contact her anymore. He listens to you most, so if you tell
him, he will.”

Chi Cheng didn’t know how he got out of Wu Suowei’s house.

Driving on the road, Wu’s mother’s words kept echoing in his head.

“They kept in touch these two years, and San’er wanted to reconcile.”

“She’s surnamed Yue, also called Yue, San’er’s university classmate, dated for seven
years.”

“Tell him not to think about her or contact her anymore.”

Chi Cheng couldn’t imagine that the Yue Yue Wu’s mother spoke of was the same as his
ex-girlfriend. If so, then Wu Suowei’s original intention when approaching him…

Chi Cheng floored the accelerator and sped to the clinic.

Guo Chengyu was also badly injured. Jiang Xiaoshuai hadn’t returned yet.

Only Chou Nan was busy in the clinic. When Chi Cheng stormed in, Chou Nan turned
and took a few steps back in fright.

“Excuse me... what’s wrong with you?”

Chi Cheng said expressionlessly, “My heart hurts.”

“Then... how do you want to treat it? Medication or...?”

Chi Cheng said bluntly, “You can leave now.”

Chou Nan froze.

Chi Cheng shot a dark, terrifying glance and pointed at the door.

Chou Nan practically scrambled out.

Chi Cheng went straight to the back room, ransacked it, smashed open all locked
drawers, but found nothing suspicious. Then he bent down to look under the bed and
found a large box.
The box had two locks, both broken by Chi Cheng’s fists.

Inside were two stacks of books—books Wu Suowei had studied hard on to impress him
when they first met, all related to Chi Cheng’s university major.

There was also a reading list tucked inside. Chi Cheng was once deeply moved when he
saw it, but now it felt conspiratorial.

Flipping through, Chi Cheng found a group photo.

The two people in it blinded him.

An unyielding belief in his heart suddenly collapsed.

He continued searching and found a thick pile of experience notes.

“Chi Cheng, male, 28 years old, second-generation official, father Chi Yuanduan,
municipal secretary-general, full department level, loves raising snakes, nicknamed
‘Snake Boss’...”

“Today’s gain: through ‘indirect tactics,’ his pet has become accustomed to my feeding,
and he has gotten used to my ‘flirting.’ This is a good start; I will continue to work hard
to separate the lovers!”

“Make full use of Chi Cheng’s power for financial gain.”

“My creed: use him, torment him, fool him, cheat him, then dump him.”

“…”

Both kept accounts—Chi Cheng’s in his mind, Wu Suowei’s on paper.

Jiang Xiaoshuai once reminded him not to write everything down.

Wu Suowei said, “A bad memory is not as good as a bad pen.”

Chi Cheng clenched the “evidence” tightly and fell silent for a long time.

Chou Nan called Jiang Xiaoshuai upon leaving, telling him a terrorist had entered the
clinic.

Jiang Xiaoshuai called Wu Suowei, telling him about Chi Cheng’s situation at the clinic.

Wu Suowei was wandering on the street where he and Chi Cheng had met when he got
the call. He had left Wang Shuo’s house long ago and had been wandering for seven or
eight hours.
He rejected the call, took a deep breath, and got in his car.

Driving fast, Wu Suowei glanced at the disc in his bag, feeling heavy-hearted.

After this step, it would be completely over.

Standing at the door, Wu Suowei’s expression was calm.

The door was bolted from inside. Pushing didn’t open it, so he rammed it with his elbow.
Bang! The door flew open.

Chi Cheng sat calmly behind the clinic desk, quietly watching Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei’s feet froze at the doorway.

CHAPTER 184
After a moment of dead silence, Chi Cheng suddenly spoke, his voice like a curse
suddenly cast at midnight—terrifying to the extreme.

“Why aren’t you coming in?”

Wu Suowei looked at the thick stack of “evidence” beside Chi Cheng, and blankly
replied,

“I don’t dare.”

Chi Cheng’s terrifying gaze swept over him. “Is there anything you don’t dare to do?”

Wu Suowei said nothing.

“Come in.” Chi Cheng’s tone remained calm.

The moment Wu Suowei stepped inside, there was a resolute determination born of deep
thought.

Chi Cheng quietly watched Wu Suowei approach step by step, his face still the same
face—one she thought he could always read. But now it seemed he was far too self-
assured. The mastery she once proudly claimed over manipulating people was like a joke
when it came to Wu Suowei.

“What is all this?” Chi Cheng handed the “experience notes” over to the repulsive Wu
Suowei. “Explain it to me clearly.”
Wu Suowei lowered his head and saw that page—barely disguised—recording the
detailed plan he had at the time, and all the slanders and insults about Chi Cheng.

He had once thought about confessing and explaining everything, but now realized no
words would make a difference.

“Didn’t you see it?” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng’s already deadpan face suddenly darkened, and he pushed the desk aside with
his foot over a meter. Wu Suowei’s expressionless face was pulled right up to his.

“What did I see?” Chi Cheng’s roar thundered, “What did I see?”

Wu Suowei said, “The reason I approached you.”

“You and her kept in contact these two years? You thought of her for two years? You
want to reconcile with her?”

Pain in Chi Cheng’s eyes surged like a raging flood, and the scars all over his body—
gained defending others—felt like nails driven into Wu Suowei’s heart, tearing flesh to
bloody pieces.

“Yes, you’re right,” Wu Suowei admitted without evasion.

At this moment, Chi Cheng wanted to tear Wu Suowei apart limb by limb, to pin him
down and beat him to death, to boil him alive and watch him struggle and scream until
every bone and bit of flesh was devoured by himself.

His eyes turned bloodshot with pain.

But when his hand grabbed Wu Suowei’s neck and touched that familiar skin, something
inside him collapsed.

“I don’t care what your original purpose was. Just tell me—since the beginning until
now, have you ever truly loved me? Even for a day, a minute, or a second. As long as you
nod, I’ll forgive everything.”

Wu Suowei’s heart felt like rolling on ice, growing colder.

“No. When I was with you before, it was to take revenge on you and Yue Yue. Now, I’m
with you to use you, to use your social resources to make money. When I’m qualified
enough and can meet Yue Yue’s demands, I’ll go back to her. I’m straight; how could I
ever be with you for life?”

Chi Cheng’s face was pale and hopeless, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
“Wu Suowei, you win. You can sneak off to your bed and enjoy yourself. I generously
admit it—I’m living a fate worse than death right now! Your moves are too high-level. I
admit defeat, I deserve it, I brought it on myself!”

“Worse than death…” Wu Suowei’s bloodshot eyes retorted, “Did you ever love me?
Ask your heart honestly. Does that phrase even carry any weight with me?”

“Yes…” Chi Cheng nodded, “How could I love you? You stayed over at other people’s
places; I never stabbed you in the back. You flirted blatantly under my nose; I never
cursed at you. Even after slapping you once, I felt bad for days. I’d rather kick you out
than lose my temper with you... What kind of love is that?”

Wu Suowei’s heart shattered into pieces from those words.

Chi Cheng clasped Wu Suowei’s shoulders with both hands and looked at him resolutely.

“Do you think I love him and not you? You blamed me for being too good to you, not
enough to prove my love? Starting today, I’m switching! I’ll treat him well, indulge him
in every way; I never want to see you again, and we’ll never speak till we die!”

Only then did Wu Suowei realize that once Chi Cheng said those words, there was no
going back.

“This,” he said, “is the truth I found for you. Seven years ago, Wang Shuo never had ‘that
kind’ of relationship with Guo Zi. Congratulations, all these years’ shadows are finally
gone—you can rightfully get back together with him.”

Chi Cheng took the disc, his smile twisted.

“I’m so happy, I don’t even know what to say. Wu Suowei, thank you, thank you for
treating me like this, thank you for paving the way for me…”

“Let’s leave it like this.”

He said that and turned to leave.

Only after Chi Cheng’s car disappeared from sight did Wu Suowei cry out toward the
street.

“Whether I love you or not, don’t you know yourself?”

Leaning against the door frame, barely able to stand.

This time, it was really over.

His heart settled, and it was dead.

After returning, Chi Cheng watched the videos on the disc. After watching, he took the
little jealous one (the pet) and went to find Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo was slouched asleep on the sofa, unaware of the footsteps in the room.

Chi Cheng quietly squatted beside the sofa, lifted Wang Shuo’s arm that was hanging
down, and stared fixedly at his face. After more than forty minutes, Wang Shuo finally
opened his eyes.

“Chi Cheng?” Wang Shuo murmured.

Chi Cheng’s expression softened significantly compared to before.

“It’s me.”

Wang Shuo yawned and sat up, locking eyes with Chi Cheng.

“What kind of bad wind blew you here today?”

Chi Cheng’s voice was steady. “I should’ve come long ago, shouldn’t I? Seven years of
waiting.”

Wang Shuo said nothing, took the little jealous one from Chi Cheng’s arms, and nuzzled
it hard on the mouth. The little one quickly became lively, circling Wang Shuo’s neck
and snuggling closely.

Chi Cheng sat beside Wang Shuo, just like old times, letting him lean his whole weight
against him.

“Do you remember what color the little jealous one was when I first gave it to you?”

Chi Cheng thought a moment, “It was probably a dull yellow with dark patterns.”

“Not bad, good memory!”

Wang Shuo poked Chi Cheng’s forehead and laughed a carefree laugh, totally different
from before.

“I still like seeing you like this,” Chi Cheng said, turning to look at Wang Shuo, “You
were originally such a sweet kid, but you insisted on making yourself a mess.”

“Wasn’t it you who pissed me off?” Wang Shuo snorted.

Chi Cheng squeezed Wang Shuo’s hand hard. “Let it be this way from now on—no more
regrets.”

“Who’s to blame for my regrets? Isn’t it all you? I say you’re so changeable—one
moment like this, the next like that. You’ve driven a good person crazy.”

Chi Cheng put his arm around Wang Shuo’s shoulder. “From now on, always this
attitude. No change.”

Wang Shuo teased, “What attitude?”

“Can’t you tell?” Chi Cheng retorted.

Wang Shuo snorted coldly, “If you don’t say it, how would I know?”

“Oh, I still owe you a sentence,” Chi Cheng suddenly remembered. “I’ll make it up to
you now.”

Wang Shuo got a bit nervous. “What sentence?”

Chi Cheng squatted down again, looked Wang Shuo straight in the eyes for a moment.

“Shuo Shuo, I don’t love you anymore.”

Wang Shuo’s face instantly lost all expression.

Chi Cheng pulled the disc out of his pocket and put it in Wang Shuo’s hand.

“I’ve watched the video. Now I have no feelings left. I’ve been struggling with this
answer for so many years, but Wu Suowei gave it to me. I realize now—I really don’t
love you anymore.”

Wang Shuo was stunned, speechless.

Chi Cheng gently stroked Wang Shuo’s face and said softly, “Maybe you stopped loving
me long ago too, but because this disc was still in your hands, you had an excuse to stay
unwilling.”

“Chi Cheng, you’re too cruel,” Wang Shuo said.

Chi Cheng looked at him steadily. “I’m not cruel. Wu Suowei is cruel. He cut off every
chance of me getting back with you. I realized only today that you’re actually quite
simple. Compared to him, you really aren’t bad enough.”

Wang Shuo cried, “Because I care about you more than he does.”
“I know.” Chi Cheng wiped away Wang Shuo’s tears. “The reason he let you smear him
was so that I would more clearly realize how much I cared about him. The good deeds he
did for you were to try to kick you out of my heart... But what can I do? I love him.”

Wang Shuo broke down crying.

Chi Cheng held him tightly.

“Didn’t you say I only cared why you left for seven years, but never asked why you and
Guo Zi did that? Now I’ll tell you the answer—it’s your decisiveness, not your betrayal,
that hurt me. I hate that you left without explaining, gone for seven years.”

Wang Shuo truly regretted it, to the point of losing himself.

“My heart was always whole and unbroken. Those six years belonged completely to you,
but you didn’t protect it. Now it belongs fully to Wu Suowei. No matter how deeply he
hurts me, my heart will never settle for less.”

Wang Shuo’s tears wouldn’t even fall anymore.

“Don’t say any more.”

Chi Cheng kissed the little jealous one fiercely on the mouth.

“The kid’s yours. Take him with you.”

Saying that, he patted Wang Shuo’s head and turned to leave.

Resolute. Determined.

An end to everything.

CHAPTER 185
For three consecutive days, Wang Shuo neither ate, drank, nor bathed.

When Chi Cheng just returned the little jealous one (the pet) to him, the little one loved
sticking close to Wang Shuo. But by the third day, even the little jealous one found Wang
Shuo’s hygiene disgusting and lay aside, unwilling to play with him.

Wang Zhen also gave Wang Shuo the cold shoulder for three days.
Wang Shuo refused food; Wang Zhen ate and drank as usual. Wang Shuo was grounded;
Wang Zhen went out for walks at will. Wang Shuo didn’t wash his face; Wang Zhen took
two showers a day and always looked refreshed.

Today, seeing Wang Shuo roll off the sofa onto the floor, too weak to climb back up,
Wang Zhen finally broke the three-day silence.

“Look at the state you’re in.”

Wang Shuo replied faintly, “Isn’t it you who’s heartbroken? Easy to say when you’re
standing.”

“The chances of that happening to me are zero,” Wang Zhen said.

Wang Shuo snorted coldly, “Right, you’ve never loved anyone, so how could you lose?”

“Because I only lose loves with zero probability.”

“Then go find one,” Wang Shuo mocked, throwing a sarcastic glance. “You’ll probably
be single for life.”

Wang Zhen said, “I’d rather be single forever than live like you.”

Wang Shuo gritted his teeth, “What qualifications do you have to look down on me?”

“What qualifications do you have to make me look up to you?” Wang Zhen retorted.

Wang Shuo got annoyed. “Listen here, Wang Zhen, don’t show off in front of me all day.
What do you have to be arrogant about? You’re just a bit taller. I’ll tell you, Mom long
ago gave up on you, her son who doesn’t care about family. If I weren’t feeling sorry for
you and kept talking you up to Mom, you’d have been kicked out long ago.”

Wang Zhen walked over, squatted in front of Wang Shuo, and stared hard.

“If you keep acting like this, you’re only proving Chi Cheng’s choice was right.”

Wang Shuo’s face instantly darkened, and he slapped Wang Zhen hard.

Wang Zhen grabbed Wang Shuo’s hand, coldly saying, “Don’t use your filthy little paws
to touch things everywhere.”

Then he dragged Wang Shuo to the bathroom, filled the tub with water, threw Wang
Shuo in, and scrubbed him back and forth like washing vegetables, with no gentleness or
pity.
When they were young, Wang Shuo hated being bathed by Wang Zhen the most. Wang
Zhen’s martial-artist hands were calloused and scarred; scrubbing felt like peeling skin,
leaving tiny blood spots after every wash.

But Mom especially liked the older brother washing the younger one because the younger
was too lazy and had too much dirt on him that only big brother’s hands could clean.

So for many years—childhood, adolescence, and adulthood—the brothers had always

been naked together with no secrets. Wang Zhen washing Wang Shuo was like when they
were kids—no skipping the private parts.

Whenever scrubbing his genitals, Wang Shuo would curse,

“Can’t you be gentler? You trying to rip it off?”

This time was no exception.

But unlike before, Wang Zhen replied,

“It’s only this long—does it matter if it’s ripped or not?”

Wang Shuo was annoyed. “I’m shrunk right now. When it’s up, it’s definitely not short,
okay?”

“You think I’m a girl? That clueless?” Wang Zhen grabbed the body wash.

Wang Shuo was still not convinced. “Who told you mine’s not long? Compared to others,
I’m pretty long.”

“Wu Suowei’s is longer than yours.”

“What did you say?” Wang Shuo’s eyes flared with fury. “Did you measure it?”

“No need to measure, it’s obvious at a glance.”

Wang Shuo’s face instantly went dark. “You’re staring at his crotch?”

“Everywhere.” Wang Zhen said, “He looks better than you everywhere. If it were me, I’d
pick him too.”

Either from hunger or anger at Wang Zhen, Wang Shuo nearly fainted in the tub. For
him, a loser, the worst insult was someone being better than him.

“Then go chase him. Have a showdown with Chi Cheng.”

Wang Shuo’s tone was emotionless but clearly jealous.

Wang Zhen said nothing, flipped Wang Shuo over, making him lie face down on the
tub’s edge.

Wang Shuo’s face was gloomy, bloodless.

After a long while with no reply, Wang Shuo spoke again,

“My heart is dead.”

Wang Zhen said, “If you really cared about that feeling, I wouldn’t bother trying to
comfort you.”

“Who cares if you comfort me?” Wang Shuo glanced sideways.

Wang Zhen said, “Remember when we fought over the candy cane as kids?”

“What do you mean?” Wang Shuo didn’t get it.

Wang Zhen said nothing, grabbed a towel, wrapped Wang Shuo up, and walked out.

At just past one in the morning, the night owl finally moved. After three days of
forgetting hunger, today he couldn’t hold on anymore. He went to the kitchen, opened the
thermal lunchbox, and was pleasantly surprised to find dumplings—still warm.

The aroma drifted all the way to Wang Zhen’s room.

Wang Zhen hadn’t slept yet, actually wanting to see how bad Wang Shuo’s heartbreak
really was. Now it seemed most of it was just for show.

Like the words he didn’t finish earlier—when they were kids, they fought over a candy
cane. They broke it apart and found the pieces were different lengths. Both wanted the
longer piece, so they cut a bit off the longer one, but then the other piece became longer,
so they cut that too...

Cutting back and forth, in the end, neither ate any.

Wang Zhen was unhappy, but Wang Shuo clapped happily.

Because to Wang Shuo, possession mattered more than enjoyment. Even if both got to eat
some, losing one bite was a big blow; but if neither ate any, he felt balanced.

More than half a month passed, and Wu Suowei’s routine was simple: company and
home.
Under the treatment plan at caUbPn, Wu’s mother was mentally stable, though the illness
worsened. Compared to late-stage cancer patients in hospital suffering unbearable pain,
she was relatively lucky.

Wu Suowei stayed by his elderly mother’s side daily. Life was quiet but worry-free.

Recently, Wu Suowei noticed his mother growing more forgetful.

Before, she would keep the house tidy and remember exactly where everything was.
Now, she had no memory at all. One moment she put something somewhere, the next it
was gone.

For example, yesterday, she took her own pants to a neighbor’s house, insisting they
belonged to the neighbor and demanding to return them. The neighbor was embarrassed
and confused, and Wu Suowei had to coax her back.

In the middle of the night, Wu’s mother woke up and anxiously grabbed Wu Suowei’s
hand.

“Old man, look, is your son crying?”

Wu Suowei turned on the light, drowsily looking at her.

“Mom, you had a nightmare, right?”

She still held his hand, saying, “Old man, tomorrow get a little bed for your son, let him
sleep in our room.”

Wu Suowei wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

The next morning, Wang Zhen came to Wu Suowei’s company and they went out for
lunch together.

“How’s your mom doing?”

Wu Suowei said, “Aside from being a bit forgetful, she’s fine.”

“What do you mean by forgetful?” Wang Zhen asked.

“She keeps calling me ‘old man’,” Wu Suowei said, laughing.

Wang Zhen said nothing.

After a while, Wu sighed and asked, “How do you think I should treat my mom? She’s
not lacking food or clothes now. I just want her to be happy every day in these days. Help
me think of something.”
“Why do you want me to help?” Wang Zhen asked.

“Because in my heart, you’re like a great wizard, capable of anything. You always
surprise me. I believe you can surprise my mom too.”

Wang Zhen thought for a moment. “Since your mom keeps calling you ‘old man,’ it
means she misses your dad. If you can dress up as your dad, I think your mom will be
very happy.”

Wu Suowei’s eyes widened. “That works?”

For Wang Zhen, this was easy. He had done assassination missions before, and disguise
was a basic skill.

After over an hour, Wang Zhen had Wu Suowei look in the mirror.

Wu Suowei was so shocked his jaw almost dropped. This… this was incredible! He
almost cried out loud to the reflection, “My old man! How can you look so lifelike?”

That night, Wu Suowei went home just like that. His mom fell for it and happily ate an
extra big bowl of rice.

But Wu Suowei didn’t eat a bite.

The next day, he went back to Wang Zhen, this time pulling Jiang Xiaoshuai along.

“Can you make him look like my girlfriend?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was stunned. “What did you say?”

He pretended to leave but was held back by Wu Suowei.

“Help me out, please, help an old man be filial!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t resist Wu’s pleading and agreed.

Afterward, Wu’s mom still didn’t notice anything unusual, happily telling Jiang
Xiaoshuai, “You’re so sweet, much better than that Yue Yue. My old man is out working
in the field. When he comes home and sees you, he’ll be happier than me.”

Wu’s mom never forgot anyone who hurt her son.

After leaving, Wu Suowei patted Jiang Xiaoshuai’s shoulder, laughing a long while.

“You’re pretty good at acting.”

Looking again, he laughed more.

Jiang Xiaoshuai, dressed in a mature, cool style, pointed at Wu Suowei’s nose and
scolded, “You’re just being dramatic, you little betrayer.”

“Hahaha…” Wu Suowei patted Jiang Xiaoshuai’s shoulder with admiration, “Wang Zhen
really is talented, skilled at everything. Look at how he made you up—most girls aren’t
this pretty.”

“Shut up!”

Though scolding, Jiang Xiaoshuai had to admit, “Wang Zhen really is a perfect man.”

Wu Suowei nodded in agreement. “Being with someone like him must be exciting!”

“Is it really over between you and Chi Cheng?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei looked indifferent. “He doesn’t want me anymore. What can I do?”

“Planning to find someone else?” Jiang Xiaoshuai blinked.

Wu Suowei smiled a little. “That actually sounds kind of interesting.”

CHAPTER 186
The weather was getting colder and colder. Wu Suowei’s home had its own heating
system, but it was far less warm than apartment buildings. Long exposure to air
conditioning was uncomfortable; electric heaters risked shocking the elderly lady, so the
only option was to slip into slippers as soon as he got home, get under the quilt early, and
endure the long, cold winter nights.

That night, Wu Suowei tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The quilt was warm, and a light sweat formed on his back, but his hands and feet were
cold, no matter how much he tried to warm them.

He reached his hand into his mother’s quilt and found her hands warm. So he let her
warm his hands, then after a while slipped his feet in too, finally crawling completely into
his mother’s quilt.

His mother grasped his hand and murmured unclearly,

“Da Chi.”
Wu Suowei froze, staring at her.

“Mom, are you awake?”

She didn’t answer.

Wu Suowei held his mother and dozed a bit longer. Suddenly he felt not just warmth, but
heat from her body. He put his hand on her forehead and was shocked.

“Mom, Mom…”

He called several times, but she did not wake.

Wu Suowei quickly dressed, got off the bed, lifted his mother into the car, and drove
straight to the hospital.

Waiting outside the emergency room for over an hour, Wu Suowei’s mind raced with
thoughts, his heart heavy like a stone, wanting to cry but unable to shed tears. He had
come out wearing only a shirt and slacks, his hand holding a lighter shaking
uncontrollably before he finally lit a cigarette.

The doctor came out and said, “The elderly lady is no longer in life-threatening danger
but will need to be hospitalized for observation for a few days.”

Wu Suowei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The next day, Wu’s mother was moved to the inpatient ward. Though not as free as at
home, at least she wouldn’t freeze anymore, and with doctors watching over her, Wu
Suowei felt less worried while at work.

At noon, Wu Suowei fed his mother bird’s nest porridge.

She had just taken two spoonfuls when she called out again,

“Da Chi.”

Wu Suowei’s heart trembled slightly. He asked, “Mom, do you still know who Da Chi
is?”

She pointed at the porridge but shook her head.

Her mind no longer held a clear image of Chi Cheng because he hadn’t visited for nearly
a month. But she still remembered the bird’s nest Chi Cheng had brought, and that she
didn’t like the taste.
That evening, Wu Suowei’s eldest sister and brother-in-law arrived, bringing their
college-age daughter.

“Third brother, the three of us will watch Mom tonight. You should get some rest.”

Wu Suowei said, “It’s okay, I’ll stay up and keep watch. Don’t you have work
tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow’s Saturday. Your brother-in-law and I have the day off. Our eldest daughter’s
on holiday too.”

Seeing there were only two beds in the ward, Wu Suowei reluctantly agreed.

His company had too many rooms; the bedroom was too big. He didn’t want to return
there, so he went back to the clinic.

It was already past eleven. The cold wind bit sharply. The basketball court opposite was
empty except for a few street lamps casting a cold glow. Wu Suowei picked up a
basketball and ran and jumped alone on the court, delivering a light, beautiful dunk and
hanging fiercely from the rim with both hands.

“One, two, three, four…”

He counted down to zero, still hanging alone. There was no broad shoulder to catch him
anymore, no neck for him to ride.

“Hey — look at this arm, how thick it’s gotten! How strong! Hey — this is from eating
the ancestral strength pills. Hey — you see these pills? One pack is just one copper coin.
You eat it daily, monthly, yearly, and you’ll be just like me… The last line I forgot.”

“I know.”

“You know? You’ve heard it? What’s the last line?”

“Grow two heavy, meaty balls.”

“Miss my dad.”

“It’s okay, I have a godfather.”

“Damn, who do you call son?”

“Little Jealous One is my son, you’re his brother. If you’re not my son, who is?”

“Believe it or not, I’ll stab a hole in your neck with this thing.”
“No need, your two big balls will smash a hole each.”

Wu Suowei picked up the ball, dragging his lonely steps back to the clinic. Just as he
reached the door, his foot suddenly felt heavy. Looking down, he froze.

Little Jealous One was coiled around his ankle, eyes half-closed, looking utterly
exhausted.

When Chi Cheng said they would “never contact each other,” Wu Suowei held back
tears. But when he cradled Little Jealous One, feeling the chill radiating from it, tears
suddenly flowed.

“Where did you crawl up from?” Wu Suowei asked.

The little snake couldn’t speak, only burrowed into his pant leg.

Usually, Little Jealous One was cold, but now it was bone-chilling cold, making Wu
Suowei’s leg tremble. He hurriedly pulled it out and wrapped it in a blanket.

Snakes hibernate in winter, Wu Suowei wondered whether to build it a nest first or send
it back.

Soon, brakes screeched, and Wu Zhen appeared in his sight.

“Did Little Jealous One crawl over to you?”

Wu Suowei nodded. “Just crawled over. Do you want to take it back?”

Wang Zhen shook his head. “Keeping it at home is also a mental burden. You let it
snooze here and hibernate.”

“Did you deliberately let it go?” Wu Suowei asked.

“No, I noticed it missing and came looking.”

Wu Suowei was puzzled. “Isn’t it always stuck to Wang Shuo?”

“Snakes are sentient. It sees you as family. To Wang Shuo, it’s just a companion like
other snakes. It stayed with Wang Shuo for freshness; a few days is fine, but it can’t stay
long. It’s been sluggish at home for a while, hiding everywhere. I guess it had to sneak
out.”

Wu Suowei found himself feeling especially comfortable whenever Wang Zhen spoke.

“Got any gifts?” He reached out to Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen had entered empty-handed but somehow produced an extra-long candy cane.

Wu Suowei was surprised and delighted. “Wow, they still sell these? I ate these as a kid!”

He took it, gazing at it lovingly for a while.

Then he bit off a piece, praising, “Mmm! Still sweet!”

The candy was so long he felt shy eating it alone. He broke it in half and handed the
longer piece to Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen said, “I won’t eat it, you have it.”

Wu Suowei was delighted. “Just waiting for you to say that.”

Wang Zhen quietly watched Wu Suowei.

“You really are smarter than Wang Shuo.”

Before leaving, Wang Zhen took a box of candy canes from his car and stuffed it into Wu
Suowei’s arms.

“Take these to your mom. She’ll love them.”

Then he drove off.

The next day, Wu Suowei brought the candy canes to the hospital. As Wang Zhen
predicted, his mother was extremely happy, more excited than anything else.

Now, the images remaining in her mind were almost entirely from decades ago. She had
completely become a child again, no longer worrying about whether Wu Suowei would
marry or save money for a house. She only knew to hold a candy cane and grin foolishly,
showing it off to anyone who came.

Wu Suowei’s mood improved greatly and he invited Wang Zhen to eat.

The two ate noodles at an old Beijing Zhajiangmian restaurant outside the hospital.

As they ate, Wu Suowei praised Wang Zhen’s wisdom.

“I think you’re amazing. You said if I disguised as my dad, my mom would be happy —
and she really was. You said my mom would love candy canes — and she really did.”

Wang Zhen just nodded quietly.

Wu Suowei tentatively asked, “You’re so amazing, why no girlfriend?”

“No one wants a boyfriend like me.”

“Why?” Wu Suowei didn’t understand.

Wang Zhen said, “My work is too secretive, and I’m too unpredictable. No one wants to
be with a man they can’t truly know.”

Wu Suowei scoffed at their thoughts.

“A bit of mystery makes life exciting, and love won’t be dull. Look at you—you have
secret skills, you can do magic tricks, and you’re smart and always know what to do…”

Listening quietly, Wang Zhen said again,

“I already have someone in my heart.”

Wu Suowei’s eyes widened. “Who?”

“If I said it was you, would you believe me?”

Though Wu Suowei didn’t believe it, his little heart still pounded wildly.

Wang Zhen said no more; Wu Suowei didn’t ask further. They ate quietly, and before he
knew it, Wu Suowei had finished two bowls of noodles.

“Waiter, another bowl,” Wu Suowei said.

Wang Zhen looked at him and asked, “You eat that much?”

“I usually eat three big bowls,” Wu Suowei replied.

Wang Zhen said nothing.

When the noodles came, Wu Suowei slurped enthusiastically. Whether thinking of his
mother’s smiling face or Wang Zhen’s earlier playful confession, he suddenly had a good
appetite.

But halfway through the bowl, Wu Suowei stopped.

Wang Zhen glanced at him, asking, “Why stop?”

A sudden discomfort rose in Wu Suowei’s throat, and he couldn’t swallow.

“Did you eat something bad?” Wang Zhen asked again.

Wu Suowei shook his head.

Wang Zhen didn’t press further, continuing to eat his noodles.

Wu Suowei suddenly realized every word Wang Zhen said was true.

At this moment, no number of candy canes could erase the bitterness in his heart. No
special skills could excite him anymore. No surprises brought joy…

Some people are only meant to be idols. They appear in your dreams when your spirit is
rich, making you bubble with happiness. But when your heart has been carved out or
shattered, those so-called surprises and thrills cannot fill the void.

Because imperfection lets you grasp an edge tightly in your hand.

Understanding is better than cleverness.

What he needed was someone to ask, when he left half a bowl of noodles,

“Something wrong?”

Wu Suowei lowered his head and shoveled the remaining noodles in.

After the meal, Wang Zhen said to Wu Suowei, “In a few days, I might have to leave, and
I’ll take Wang Shuo with me.”

Wu Suowei felt a strange sense of loss.

“Will you come back to see me?”

“I will.”

Before starting the car, Wang Zhen glanced at Wu Suowei through the window.

“You’re stronger than Wang Shuo. Your sense of security, Chi Cheng can give you. But
the sense of security Wang Shuo wants, only I can give.”

CHAPTER 187
After work, Chi Cheng got on the elevator, and Xiao Zhang from the next office
squeezed in behind him.

There were only the two of them in the elevator. Xiao Zhang, having nothing better to
say, tried to start a conversation.
“Today’s Thursday, right? Wu Suowei should be coming to pick you up again, huh?”

Chi Cheng ignored the comment, his face indifferent as he stepped out of the elevator.

Standing at the entrance of the office building, Chi Cheng thought about where to eat
dinner that night. Another colleague approached and tried to make small talk, “Boss Chi,
waiting for General Manager Wu?”

Chi Cheng shot him a glance, and the colleague slunk away.

The car drove all the way to the neighborhood gate. Chi Cheng planned to buy some food
and drinks nearby before heading upstairs. Passing by a deli, the shop owner’s wife was
standing outside adjusting her apron. She saw Chi Cheng and smiled, greeting him.

“Off work? Come in and have a look, there’s freshly cooked marinated donkey meat.”

Chi Cheng went inside and glanced at the display window. There were Wu Suowei’s
favorite marinated duck wings.

Seeing Chi Cheng eyeing the duck wings, the owner’s wife asked, “Want some?”

Chi Cheng nodded casually.

“How many?” she asked.

“Whatever you think is fine,” Chi Cheng replied.

As she packed the duck wings, the owner’s wife said, “You and Xiao Wu buying stuff is
really different. If Xiao Wu buys something, he never says ‘whatever.’ He’d say: Give
me nine, not one more. If the weight’s too much, he doesn’t say a word; if it’s not
enough, he absolutely adds something. He won’t pay until he sees the scale’s number go
over.”

The owner came over and joked a bit.

“Xiao Wu is a funny guy. Always buys nine of whatever it is. I asked why not ten? He
said it’s for the two of us, four each, ten can’t be split. I said, ‘Can’t be split? How’s nine
any easier? Four each is eight, isn’t it?’ Then he whispered to me, ‘Could you smear
some chili sauce on the biggest one for me?’ Haha…”

The owner’s wife laughed too. “Yeah, when I’m making change, he can finish that duck
wing. When he leaves, he tells me if the tall guy comes, don’t tell him I secretly ate one.”

The owner added, “Especially don’t say it had chili sauce.”

“Right, right.”
“Hahaha…”

The couple joked freely with Chi Cheng, but no one noticed his expression had turned
odd.

Before leaving, the owner’s wife asked Chi Cheng, “Haven’t seen Xiao Wu in a while.
Did he move out?”

Chi Cheng hummed.

“Yeah… I thought so. He used to drop by here now and then. Haven’t seen him in so
long, I miss him. Last time he said he wanted sticky rice lotus root, but it was sold out. I
told him to come back the next day, but after that, I never saw him…”

The owner’s wife kept talking, but Chi Cheng had already stepped outside.

When Wu Suowei was around, Chi Cheng would occasionally buy ingredients, and the
two would mess around at home—he’d wash the veggies, Wu Suowei would knead
dough. No matter what they made, they’d enjoy it thoroughly. Now he was alone. He was
too lazy even to enter the kitchen. The potatoes Wu Suowei bought before leaving were
still lying in a basket, not easy to rot in winter, but they had wilted.

Some people, when they occasionally go out or “return home,” the feelings you have for
them are bittersweet. But when they truly leave, the emptiness inside leaves no trace of
happiness.

The name “Wu Suowei” was a landmine in Chi Cheng’s heart. Even if he stepped on it,
the explosion was inevitable.

Wu Suowei left too abruptly, leaving behind a whole bookshelf full of sugar figurines.

Hundreds of snakes vividly lifelike, some tilting little heads, some wagging little tails, all
different shapes. Nobody knew how he distinguished the colors of every snake, or how he
remembered every single one by heart.

After dinner, Chi Cheng took a shower and opened the wardrobe. The cashmere pants
Wu Suowei bought for him were still folded there.

Before, he didn’t wear them out of reluctance; now, he didn’t wear them because he
didn’t want to.

Wu Suowei took nothing but the cashmere pants Chi Cheng wore last year.

All signs pointed to Wu Suowei’s departure being deliberate, not due to Chi Cheng’s
decisiveness.
Because of this, Chi Cheng could no longer find a reason to excuse him.

Guo Chengyu was playing pool. Li Wang leaned into his ear, whispering, “Jiang
Xiaoshuai is here.”

With one stroke, the ball clanged into the pocket.

Guo Chengyu tossed the cue to Li Wang and strode out, initially smiling, but as he
reached the door, he swiftly wiped the smile off and wore a cold, stern look as he left.

To say he was patient: ever since Wu Suowei cleared up the misunderstanding between
him and Chi Cheng, Guo Chengyu, relying on his innocence, hadn’t contacted Jiang
Xiaoshuai for a whole month.

In his mind, it was like: I was misunderstood by you, now that you understand, you
should come see me, right?

But Jiang Xiaoshuai really did show up. Could Guo Chengyu miss this chance to hold
him close?

So when he saw Jiang Xiaoshuai, Guo Chengyu’s first words were:

“What are you doing here?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai smiled, “Nothing, just came to see you.”

Guo Chengyu’s face was stiff, but inside he was melted by that smile.

Thinking: You little flirt, I really want to cuff you to the bed and ravage you.

But his mouth said, “See what?”

“Long time no see. Just checking if you’re still alive,” Jiang Xiaoshuai shot back without
mercy.

Guo Chengyu leaned against the doorframe, eyes sharp as thorns piercing Jiang
Xiaoshuai’s face.

“I’ve been fine living despite being so wronged before. Now that the truth is out, I’m
living better than ever.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai cursed silently: Damn, it’s just picking the truth out of a mess, not like it
grew an extra dick or anything. You’re so smug. If your balls weren’t holding you back,
you’d be flying to the sky.

Thinking this, Jiang Xiaoshuai still spared Guo Chengyu some face.
“The past is past. Let’s go inside and talk.” He pulled Guo Chengyu inside.

Guo Chengyu grabbed Jiang Xiaoshuai, still cheeky:

“Who said ‘past is past’? Who wants to talk to you? Didn’t you say I and Chi Cheng had
something? Go back, don’t waste my time. I’m filthy inside, not worthy of you, white
lotus.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai ignored him and pushed in.

Guo Chengyu’s heart was happy, but he still complained,

“Who let you in? Hey, how are you so shameless? I bet your face skin is thick enough for
a dumpling filling, right? Listen, Jiang Xiaoshuai, you got it right. Chi Cheng and I do
have something going. We’ve been flirting for years. When you didn’t say it, I didn’t
think much. Now you say it, I find I quite fancy Chi Cheng.”

“Alright, alright… You better go now. Don’t be a third wheel. Give Chi Cheng some
space, got it?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai glared darkly at Guo Chengyu.

Guo Chengyu pinched his face.

“Why you glaring at me? I’m telling you, it’s your fault. Now you regret it, but too late.
My heart belongs only to Chi Cheng. Go cry under your quilt.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai finally cursed, “Guo Chengyu, don’t be too much.”

“How am I too much? I’m just telling the truth!”

They were bickering loudly when a voice suddenly cut in:

“I can prove it.”

Guo Chengyu’s body stiffened.

Chi Cheng steadily approached from behind, slinging his arm around Guo Chengyu’s
neck, glaring fiercely at Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Guo Zi is mine. Don’t get in the way here.”

“I was…” Guo Chengyu lowered his voice, “Did you really come?”

“What kind of words are those?” Chi Cheng said calmly. “I even brought the bedding and
furniture. From now on, we’re a family.”
Guo Chengyu scowled, “Don’t overact. My husband’s got a thin skin, can’t take
bluffing.”

“Who’s acting?”

Chi Cheng just said, then shouted behind Guo Chengyu, “Carry him up to Guo
Chengyu’s room on the sixth floor. Find someone to follow, don’t take him to the wrong
place.”

Guo Chengyu turned and saw — bedding, quilts, blankets, wardrobe, shoe cabinet,
bookshelf… everything was there.

“Wait, you’re serious?”

Before they could finish, Jiang Xiaoshuai turned to leave.

Guo Chengyu was about to chase after him but was hooked by Chi Cheng’s strong elbow
and dragged back, walking the opposite way, saying, “Don’t indulge his bad habits.”

Guo Chengyu grumbled, “Who’s indulging him? I’m more indulged than you!”

Chi Cheng grabbed the back of Guo Chengyu’s head, forcing him to face himself.

“I, Chi Cheng, your childhood friend, asked you to talk to me alone. Not good enough?”

Guo Chengyu relaxed his shoulders and punched Chi Cheng’s chest.

“You sure pick the timing. Couldn’t come earlier or later, but now.”

After that, the two hooked arms and walked upstairs together.

CHAPTER 188
After seven years apart, the once-golden duo found themselves again sharing a single
showerhead.

Two bodies, enough to make any woman lose her mind and scream, pressed close
together. Their well-built muscles glistened wet with an enticing shine. Guo Chengyu’s
palm swept over Chi Cheng’s face like a splash of water. Chi Cheng’s wet hair clung to
his scalp, his rugged, masculine features sharpened by the water, radiating pure virility.

Guo Chengyu teased as he gave Chi Cheng’s impressive “package” a stroke, “Still
mighty, General Top, huh?”
Chi Cheng grabbed Guo Chengyu’s sturdy neck with one large hand, locking eyes with
his sharp features, and asked quietly, “Are you skilled enough to handle this?”

Guo Chengyu kicked Chi Chengyu’s strong butt.

“Damn right I’m skilled enough.”

The two seemed to revert to their seventeen or eighteen-year-old selves, shedding all
pretenses and schemes, joking and roughhousing intimately in the bathroom, enjoying the
naughty pleasures between men.

After showering, Guo Chengyu took Chi Chengyu to the lounge and called a masseur.

Chi Chengyu lay face down on the massage bed, eyes half-closed, weariness etched in his
brows.

Guo Chengyu handed him a cigarette.

Chi Chengyu took a drag, smoke curling out softly from his nostrils.

“Smoking such good cigarettes?”

Guo Chengyu teased, “We’re businessmen, no luxury’s too much. You’re in officialdom,
you get some secret funds but dare you flaunt them?”

Chi Chengyu smiled faintly, saying nothing.

“How long since your last massage?”

Chi Chengyu flicked ash and replied calmly, “Can’t remember.”

“You’re living a dull life! Treating yourself like a seventeen-year-old? You’d grind two
sheets of sandpaper for two weeks?” Guo Chengyu joked.

Chi Chengyu rolled onto his back, his steely gaze fixed on the ceiling.

“If you know how to fuck, whether it’s different partners or the same one, you can make
it an art. If you don’t, even if you fuck a crowd, you won’t get the one you want.”

Guo Chengyu shot a sharp glance.

“Who are you calling lame?”

Chi Chengyu smiled and met his gaze, “Did I hit the mark?”

Guo Chengyu looked proud like he hadn’t scored but was boasting anyway.
Guo Chengyu mocked, “Look at you, so little ambition!”

Chi Chengyu shrugged, “Why rush? There’s a long life ahead. How could you get tired
of fucking?”

Chi Chengyu thought for a moment. “True. A little hope’s good. I don’t even have that
anymore.”

“You two…”

Chi Chengyu cut him off, “Don’t mention him.”

“Really?” Guo Chengyu asked, “Is it such a big deal?”

Chi Chengyu snorted coldly. “Try having Jiang Xiaoshuai say he never loved you. See
how that feels.”

“We’re not as melodramatic as you two. Love’s not spoken of. Even if he said that, I
wouldn’t be like you, whining and begging for love.”

Chi Chengyu stubbed out his cigarette. “It’s not me who’s petty; it’s you who’s a slut.”

“A slut has buyers; an expensive piece like you is destined to be alone.”

Chi Chengyu turned onto his side, loosened the small dagger at his waist, and threw out,
“Want me to carve you up?”

Guo Chengyu’s face broke into a grin.

After the massage, Chi Chengyu naturally climbed onto Guo Chengyu’s bed, threw back
the covers, and slipped in.

“Hey, you really don’t treat me like an outsider, huh?”

Chi Chengyu said with conviction, “Am I still an outsider to you?”

“Not insider or outsider! Can’t just sleep anywhere, right?”

Chi Chengyu said, “Didn’t we sleep together before? What’s changed?”

He pulled Guo Chengyu up with him.

“I just remembered something.” Guo Chengyu laughed, “You know, the spot you’re
sleeping in? Wu Suowei used to sleep there too. That night… damn, just thinking about it
makes me itch. How could his ass be so big? Big and round — imagine how great it’d
feel to squeeze?”
Right after, a belt flicked against Chi Chengyu’s hip just in time — a dull sting. Guo
Chengyu didn’t let him off and added:

“I even got a good look at the scenery between those two big buns.”

Chi Chengyu shot him a sideways glance. “Really? Can’t stop bringing that up?”

“I’ve always wanted to ask your secret. With your size, wouldn’t you be worn out after a
whole night? Look at that pink one — really makes me drool.”

“Not everyone can do it. Those I’ve done it with the most are usually worn out and loose.
He’s the exception. Partly because of me, partly him. Definitely a once-in-a-century great
ass.”

Guo Chengyu smirked.

“Who said don’t mention him? Now you’re praising him nonstop.”

Chi Chengyu was calm. “I’m criticizing his actions, not his body. He dug up my ancestral
grave, but that ass is still a good ass. That’s an unchangeable fact.”

“Have you thought it over?” Guo Chengyu asked.

Chi Chengyu didn’t answer directly, just said quietly, “Can’t find a better piece of meat.”

Guo Chengyu pondered the taste of Jiang Xiaoshuai’s meat.

Chi Chengyu added, “With my years of clinical experience, Jiang Xiaoshuai should be
pretty good. He looks pretty wild.”

Guo Chengyu said slowly and deliberately, “That has nothing to do with you.”

Chi Chengyu smiled but said nothing.

They fell silent for a while.

Suddenly Chi Chengyu asked, “Does it hurt?”

Guo Chengyu was surprised, “Who’re you asking?”

“No feeling now,” Chi Chengyu said.

Guo Chengyu soon fell asleep.

Chi Chengyu lifted the covers and glanced at the belt mark. The belt left no red marks —
definitely tough and thick skin. If it were Wu Suowei, one lash would have him groaning
for three days.

In the middle of the night, Guo Chengyu woke but didn’t open his eyes. He heard the
faint sound of someone puffing on a cigarette. He reached out, took the cigarette from
Chi Chengyu’s mouth, and tossed it precisely into the ashtray.

“Sleep.” Guo Chengyu said coldly.

Chi Chengyu stared at him for a long moment, thinking: Guo Zi, if it weren’t for our
getting back together, I wouldn’t even be able to smoke right now.

A few days later, Jiang Xiaoshuai, for reasons unknown, came looking for Guo Chengyu
again.

Before going, he called to confirm.

“Are you free tonight? If someone else is there, I won’t come.”

Guo Chengyu answered promptly, “No one, just me.”

After hanging up, Guo Chengyu fretted. He shared a bed daily with Chi Chengyu —
kicking him out seemed cruel; keeping him there was awkward. What to do?

After some thought, he brightened and called Li Wang.

“Pick a good-looking one with a smooth body, bring her over. Time to fix Master Chi’s
diet.”

“Male or female?” Li Wang asked.

Chi Chengyu just walked in.

Guo Chengyu asked him casually, “Male or female?”

Chi Chengyu instantly got it, casually answered, “Female. Male’s too much trouble.”

Li Wang overheard and asked again, “Any special requests?”

Guo Chengyu looked at Chi Chengyu.

Chi Chengyu said, “Big boobs.”

Twenty minutes later, Li Wang really showed up with a girl in her early twenties, but
experienced. He dared not send a rookie, fearing she wouldn’t handle Chi Chengyu’s
rapid-fire “machine gun.”

The beauty followed Chi Chengyu into the next room.

Guo Chengyu sent in a pile of extras — lingerie, SM gear, aphrodisiacs — fearing Chi
Chengyu might get bored and cause trouble by coming out early.

Soon, Jiang Xiaoshuai arrived.

This time Guo Chengyu stopped messing around. Afraid Chi Chengyu’s side might finish
soon (though at Chi Chengyu’s speed, unlikely), he prepared for surprises. Since Jiang
Xiaoshuai had come twice, it meant he’d realized his mistakes. Guo Chengyu was willing
to give him a chance to “reform.”

So as soon as Jiang Xiaoshuai stepped in, Guo Chengyu pinned him to the wall and
kissed him.

Jiang Xiaoshuai struggled briefly but, feeling it wasn’t bad, let Guo Chengyu have his
way.

Then, before Guo Chengyu could move lower, an unusual noise came from that room.

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

“Get out — now!” ordered Master Chi.

Jiang Xiaoshuai froze and pushed Guo Chengyu away.

“Aren’t you the only one here?” Guo Chengyu asked before he could explain.

Outside, a woman’s sobbing sounded, and Chi Chengyu walked in.

Guo Chengyu was stunned.

Chi Chengyu showed blatant disgust toward the beauty.

“Talking with a trembling voice, so annoying to hear.”

Guo Chengyu was embarrassed, “She hadn’t even taken off her clothes yet, and you
kicked her out?”

“How can you start talking and drive people away?”

Sweat dripped down Guo Chengyu’s forehead.

“You said big boobs were fine, right? I found one with big boobs, and you still fuss about
her voice? You’re just looking for trouble.”

Chi Chengyu slipped on his slippers and climbed into bed with quick moves.

“Whatever you two do, don’t bother me.”

He flicked his lighter with style and lit a cigarette coolly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai stared at the two giant slippers on the shoe rack for a while, then shifted
his gaze to Guo Chengyu.

“Guo Chengyu, you’re something else.”

With that, he turned and left, slamming the door hard — quite the cool exit.

CHAPTER 189
After being put down twice in a row by Guo Chengyu, Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t take it
anymore and went to Wu Suowei to complain.

“I finally understand why Wang Shuo left for six years back then. Anyone would leave.
Not just six years — even sixty years wouldn’t be enough. He should’ve just stayed gone
forever. Didn’t you see how warm they are with each other? If you ask me, when Chi
Cheng got mad, it wasn’t because Wang Shuo slept with someone else. It was because
Guo Chengyu slept with someone else.”

Wu Suowei poured a glass of water for Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Here, calm down.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai gulped down two big mouthfuls, feeling much better inside.

Looking again at Wu Suowei, who acted like nothing was wrong — clearly a grasshopper
tied to a string, while Jiang Xiaoshuai was hysterical and Wu Suowei was calm and
carefree.

He nudged him with his elbow. “Hey, aren’t you feeling wronged?”

“What should I feel wronged about?” Wu Suowei replied calmly. “We’re not even
together. He can sleep with whoever he wants — that’s his freedom. You’re different.
You and Guo Zi are living a good life. Seeing someone getting in the way, of course
you’re anxious.”

“What good life?” Jiang Xiaoshuai denied vehemently. “With Chi Cheng around, there’s
no good life. Didn’t you see how cocky he is? He said, ‘Guo Zi is mine, don’t get in the
way, just go straight for him...’”

As Jiang Xiaoshuai spoke, he stopped abruptly — he realized Wu Suowei was just

staring at the table in his hands, not listening at all. Maybe he heard it, but deliberately
avoided getting involved.

The voice stopped abruptly, and Wu Suowei asked with curiosity, “Why’d you stop?”

“Nothing, just don’t want to say anymore.” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Wu Suowei put down the papers and explained, “I’m listening. I just need to get these
forms reviewed quickly — gotta submit them to the business department soon.”

“Then you focus first, I’ll talk after you’re done.”

Wu Suowei pretended to focus on the forms, but Jiang Xiaoshuai could tell his eyes
weren’t really on them.

“Da Wei, how about letting Guo Zi and Chi Cheng talk things out? You two reconcile.
What I said earlier was a joke, really there’s nothing between them. Chi Cheng only has
you in his heart. Guo Zi even found someone for Chi Cheng to blow off steam yesterday.
Less than five minutes later he kicked her out, said the woman’s voice was too shaky. I
think it’s just an excuse — he definitely wants you…”

Wu Suowei changed the subject.

“Tell me, why did Yue Yue disappear without a trace after coming to see me once?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes widened. “You don’t want to get back with her, do you?”

“Where’d you get that idea?” Wu Suowei said. “I’m just wondering why she only
showed up twice then went into hiding. I’ve been asking around, haven’t found a single
clue about her these days.”

“Definitely did something shady and is hiding.” Jiang Xiaoshuai said. “Her only purpose
this time was to cause trouble. Simply put, she was used by someone — or willingly
colluding with them.”

“I know what you’re saying.” Wu Suowei frowned. “But it’s all over now. Why hide?”

“Isn’t it obvious? She’s afraid of Chi Cheng’s revenge.”

Wu Suowei said again, “But with her skills, where could she possibly hide? I’m not just
guessing — I’ve mobilized a lot of people.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai guessed, “Then someone must be afraid she’ll spill secrets and locked
her up. And this someone must be pretty capable.”

“Who?” Wu Suowei asked.

“You’re asking knowing the answer.” Jiang Xiaoshuai said. “Who else but Wang Shuo?”

“Wang Shuo is leaving, so why hide her?”

“How do you know Wang Shuo didn’t keep a trick up his sleeve? He said he was going
back, but suddenly ended up in the hospital. Been there half a year now, and he still
hasn’t left.”

Wu Suowei said nothing.

Right after Jiang Xiaoshuai left, Wu Suowei went to check on the little vinegar jar.

The little vinegar jar was hibernating, lying motionless in the glass box. Wu Suowei was
afraid someone would find it, so he hid the glass box inside a big cardboard box, covered
with a bunch of junk.

He would periodically remove the junk to peek inside, and seeing the little vinegar jar
peacefully sleeping put his mind at ease.

But today, when he went to check, he froze.

The big cardboard box was empty!

Wu Suowei panicked and rushed out, frantically searching the whole company for the
cleaning staff.

The secretary asked, “What’s wrong, Mr. Wu?”

“Did you go into my office? Did you move that big cardboard box?”

“No, I came in this morning, just handed in some documents, didn’t touch anything else.”

Wu Suowei broke out in a cold sweat.

Lin Yanrui came over, and after hearing the situation, said, “The cleaning lady cleaned
your office. I think I saw her carry out a big cardboard box. She complained it was heavy,
and then apparently dumped the waste inside.”
Wu Suowei’s face turned pale instantly.

The secretary asked, “Was there something important inside? That cleaning lady really
should’ve asked before dumping it…”

Before she could finish, Wu Suowei dashed out.

He ran to the trash bin. Fortunately, the garbage truck hadn’t arrived yet — if it had, he’d
have to dig through the dump to find his brother’s stuff. What a huge job that would be!

Without hesitation, he started digging through the trash.

Lin Yanrui fetched a shovel from logistics and came back shocked. The usually dignified,
refined general manager had crawled into the trash bin, frantically digging.

“Mr. Wu, here’s the shovel. Please come out, it’s filthy in there!”

Wu Suowei waved him off. “No, that shovel is too hard. If I accidentally break the glass
box, it’d be a disaster.” He bent down to continue searching.

The stench was overwhelming to Lin Yanrui. He had no idea what could be so important
for Wu Suowei to pay such a heavy price.

Finally, Wu Suowei shouted excitedly twice:

“Found it! Found it…”

He held the glass box like a treasure. Without bothering to wipe off the food scraps and
peel stuck on him, he eagerly opened the box.

Luckily, there were plants inside. Otherwise, the little vinegar jar would’ve suffocated
long ago.

Seeing it still breathing, Wu Suowei’s heavy heart finally settled.

As the weather turned cold, Wu’s mother started going to the hospital more often.

Before, she went once every two or three weeks, stayed two or three days, then came out.
Now she had to go every two or three days and stay a week for the condition to stabilize.

Wu’s mother was becoming increasingly confused, to the point she didn’t even recognize
Wu Suowei.

Sometimes, seeing her moan in pain on the bed, Wu Suowei wished she could be free
soon. But whenever he thought of her leaving this world, with no relatives left, no one to
care for, he was terrified.
He had already stayed several nights in the hospital, listening to her murmurs in a
language he couldn’t understand.

It was Saturday. Chi Cheng wasn’t at Guo Chengyu’s club but had driven to the hospital.

Even though he knew there might be someone there he never wanted to see again, Chi
Cheng still came because he reckoned that the old lady’s days were numbered, and if he
didn’t come now, he might never see her again.

He didn’t bring anything or enter the room, just stood at the door and glanced inside.

The old lady lay on the hospital bed, skin and bones.

Chi Cheng still remembered the first time he went to Wu Suowei’s home for a meal,
when Wu’s mother was vigorous and talkative. But in just two years, everything had
changed. Even as an outsider, it was painful to see. For those who stayed at her bedside,
it was even worse.

Wu’s mother’s dull eyes fixed on Chi Cheng for a moment, and suddenly there was a
flicker of clarity. Her thin arm lifted, trembling as she pointed in his direction.

She mumbled something.

Chi Cheng felt his heart tear apart.

He knew Wu’s mother recognized him.

If it hadn’t been for the sound of familiar footsteps from the bathroom down the hall, Chi
Cheng would have gone in to respond to her.

By the time Wu Suowei arrived at the ward door, Chi Cheng had already left.

Wu Suowei looked toward the stairs but only caught a blurry figure.

Yet the strong scent of Chi Cheng still lingered at the door, making Wu Suowei’s heart
tremble violently.

On the nineteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Wu’s mother was discharged.

Back home, her spirits were much better — walking straighter with a bright gaze. The
happiest thing for Wu Suowei was that she recognized him and called him “third son”
crisply.

“Mom will cook you a meal,” Wu’s mother said.

Wu Suowei replied, “You just got back and you’re already fussing.”
“I feel full of energy. If I don’t do something, it feels uncomfortable.”

Wu Suowei let her do as she wished.

That night, mother and son enjoyed a lovely dinner together.

Wu’s mother asked, “When will you get me a wife?”

Wu Suowei smiled, “Soon.”

Hearing this, she happily ate a second bowl.

Before sleep, Wu’s mother grabbed Wu Suowei’s hand and asked, “It’s been 47 days
since you saw Da Chi. Is he really that busy?”

At that moment, Wu Suowei suddenly thought maybe she really was getting better — he
even remembered how long Chi Cheng hadn’t come.

“Yeah, very busy.”

Wu’s mother hummed in response, then fell asleep quickly.

In the middle of the night, Wu Suowei woke. He reached into her blanket — it was cold.

In that instant, how much he wished it was just another nightmare.

But he couldn’t fall back asleep.

He sat up and tucked the blanket around her.

Then, he got out of bed and kowtowed three times.

“Mom, I’m sorry. I lied to you. I probably won’t marry a wife. Please forgive me.”

CHAPTER 190
On the day of Wu’s mother funerals, Chi Cheng still went.

But he didn’t take part in the burial ceremony. Instead, he parked his car at the alley
entrance and watched through the window as the funeral procession slowly drove away,
the heavy sorrow filling the whole street.
All the relatives were crying loudly, but Wu Suowei didn’t shed a single tear. His vacant
gaze stared straight ahead, his face showing no emotion. Yet that expression struck Chi
Cheng’s heart like a searing hot iron branding a blood-red mark—an eternal scar that
would never heal.

From that day on, Wu Suowei officially became a solitary man.

There would never be anyone to love him selflessly again. Even if he married and had
children in the future, and friends surrounded him, the very first refuge and support of his
life was gone.

Unable to bear watching, Chi Cheng waited a long time after the funeral vehicles left
before he slowly started the car.

The next day, Chi Cheng dressed in formal clothes, wearing sunglasses, solemnly walked
to the cemetery where Wu’s mother was buried. With him was Gangzi, holding a floral
basket.

The wreath ribbon read:

“Forever only tears for missing a parent,
No blade of grass can cover a mother’s spirit—
Respectfully from your son, Chi Cheng.”

Chi Cheng said nothing and bowed deeply in front of Wu’s mother’s tombstone.

Then, quietly, he left the cemetery.

For the following week, Wu Suowei was always absent-minded.

He ate and slept as usual, but often sat silently staring out the window, lost in thought for
half an hour at a time. Sometimes when his secretary entered and called him several
times, it took a while for him to snap out of it.

As the year was ending, company business grew busier. The staff sympathized with the
general manager’s grief over losing his mother and all did their duties responsibly,
helping as much as possible. Lin Yanrui took on almost all of Wu Suowei’s usual
complicated tasks, running around every day to ensure Wu had more time to rest and
relax.

These days, Jiang Xiaoshuai came to the company right after work and stayed overnight
to keep Wu Suowei company.

At night, Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t sleep well, waking multiple times to check whether
Wu Suowei was alright.
Wu Suowei seemed to be in a deep sleep with steady breathing, but Jiang Xiaoshuai felt
he was not really asleep.

...

Around this time last year, and now this year returning — a quick calculation showed
Wang Shuo had stayed here for a year.

Today’s flight was the last chance to cancel the ticket without reason.

Before leaving, Wang Shuo still went to Wu Suowei’s company.

Wu Suowei was talking to a client, showing no visible emotion.

Wang Shuo already knew about the passing of Wu’s mother and had gone to pay respects
with Wang Zhen.

Even so, he couldn’t help but say,

“Your final move was really cruel.”

Wu Suowei looked at him expressionlessly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.

Wang Shuo was ruthless. “You deserved what happened after doing so many immoral
things.”

Wu Suowei had no response.

Wang Shuo continued, “I clearly told you Yue Yue wasn’t my doing. I’m not as
despicable as you. No matter how ruthless I am, I wouldn’t want to hurt Chi Cheng that
badly.”

After saying this, he turned and left.

Whether it was unwillingness to end the decade, or frustration at seven wasted years,
tears still fell uncontrollably the moment Wang Shuo got into the car.

Unlike his usual violent attitude, this time Wang Zhen unusually wrapped Wang Shuo in
an embrace.

“Brother, I’ll take you home,” Wang Zhen said.

Wang Shuo cried aloud.

It was all over. He needed to completely uproot Chi Cheng from his heart, leaving no
trace—blood, sinew, or residue.

...

Wu Suowei returned to the office alone.

Still seated in his office chair, staring blankly out the window.

About twenty minutes later, the office door opened. The one person who could stir his
emotions finally appeared.

For the first time in his life, Chi Cheng truly surrendered to someone.

So when he stepped inside, there was still a trace of lingering resentment in his heart.

Wu Suowei’s thoughts were pulled back. He looked at Chi Cheng steadily for a moment.

“Why are you here?”

Chi Cheng replied stiffly, “To see you make a fool of yourself.”

“Wang Shuo’s plane leaves today. You’d better hurry to the airport or you’ll miss it.”

“No rush.” Chi Cheng said. “I’m not done watching you suffer and grieve. How could I
leave with Wang Shuo at ease?”

Although he knew Chi Cheng’s words were harsh, Wu Suowei’s emotions were
uncontrollably affected.

“Then watch well. Watch until you’re satisfied.”

Chi Cheng glanced at him once then turned his gaze away.

“Look at how skinny you are — barely human before, now you look even worse.”

There was a mirror in front of Wu Suowei. Through it he saw himself: messy hair,
grayish complexion, dull eyes—definitely a sorry sight, so it was normal to be despised.

He didn’t say a word.

Chi Cheng showed no sympathy, continuing to strike.

“You don’t know how comforting it is to see you like this.”

Wu Suowei still said nothing.

Chi Cheng glanced at him sideways, suddenly noticing he was crying.

But no sound came out; tears ran down the bridge of his nose, gathering into a big droplet
on the tip, then finally falling onto the desk, dripping straight into Chi Cheng’s heart.

Only Wu Suowei knew how painful he felt.

Chi Cheng forced himself to keep speaking harsh words through the pain, “Cry then. The
more you cry, the happier I am. I came today just to see you cry.”

Wu Suowei tried to hold back, but the tears couldn’t stop.

“You lied about your feelings. You deserve to suffer. No one feels sorry for you.”

These words seemed to open a dam. Wu Suowei’s tears poured out uncontrollably.

Chi Cheng was extremely distressed. He strode over, grabbed the back of Wu’s head,
yanked his hair hard upward forcing him to tilt his head back wide. His grip was strong.

“Don’t cry, got it?” Chi Cheng shouted angrily.

Wu Suowei ignored him completely. Tears continued streaming down.

Chi Cheng smacked him on the butt loudly and yelled, “I told you not to cry! Didn’t you
hear me?”

It didn’t help at all. This action was a catalyst that pushed Wu Suowei from silently
crying to wailing aloud, shattering Chi Cheng’s mental defenses with every sob.

He couldn’t say any more cruel words. His strong arms wrapped Wu Suowei close,
pulling his hair from his face, reaching to wipe away his tears.

His voice softened, full of deep tenderness.

“Wèi wèi, don’t cry anymore.”

Wu Suowei still sobbed uncontrollably. The tears saved up over days finally found
release in Chi Cheng’s arms.

Seeing him cry, Chi Cheng’s eyes reddened, his voice trembling.

“Baby, can we stop crying, please?”

Wu Suowei cried until he choked, breathless and dizzy, with only Chi Cheng’s shoulder
left to lean on.
“Wèi wèi, I’m here... listen, don’t cry anymore.”

Chi Cheng’s heart was empty of everything else — all the deceit, the harsh words, the
pride of a man — shattered by the vulnerable expression of the one he loved.

At that moment, he bent down and sealed Wu Suowei’s lips with his own, swallowing his
sobs into himself, remembering forever how much Wu needed him on the day he lost his
mother.

Under Chi Cheng’s soothing lips and tongue, Wu Suowei’s cries gradually quieted,
eyelids growing heavier.

Finally, sobbing gave way to steady breathing.

Chi Cheng gently wiped the tears from his eyes and tried to put him on the sofa to fetch a
towel from the bathroom. But as soon as his hand left Wu Suowei, it was tightly grasped
again.

“Don’t leave.” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng said in a low voice, “I’m not leaving, I’m just going to get you a towel to wipe
your face.”

Wu Suowei repeated, “Don’t leave.”

Chi Cheng sighed, “Look at your face, all swollen from crying. If I don’t wipe it, it hurts
me inside to see you like this!”

Wu Suowei didn’t say anything.

After a moment of silence, Chi Cheng’s tone softened again.

“Alright, alright, no hard feelings. I’m just teasing. Big snot bubbles hanging there,
you’re still a handsome guy.”

Wu Suowei reached to his nose and poked. There really was a big bubble that burst with
a poke, and he wiped the leftover snot onto Chi Cheng’s face.

Poor Chi Cheng had never been abused like this before!

That night, Jiang Xiaoshuai came again to stay with Wu Suowei.

Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei had already slipped under the covers, the room lights off.

“So early to bed?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai muttered softly, afraid to disturb Wu Suowei’s sleep. He didn’t turn on
the light, stripped naked, and crawled under the covers.

Then he felt the bed was a bit narrow today, and the space left for him was a little small.

He tried to squeeze to the side, but couldn’t move.

When his arm went around, he felt a different kind of touch.

Three seconds later.

Jiang Xiaoshuai leapt up from the bed.

CHAPTER 191
Wu Suowei’s reflex arc really was no joke.

When Chi Cheng saw Wu Suowei’s vacant expression at the funeral, it wasn’t from
overwhelming sadness but from not fully believing the reality. After finally crying, Wu
Suowei realized his mother was truly gone. No matter how often or early he returned
home, he would never see her busy figure in the kitchen again.

Chi Cheng’s timing was just right — after they got back together, Wu Suowei’s grief
over his mother’s death truly hit him.

During these days, Wu Suowei’s company was on the year-end holiday, and Chi Cheng’s
workplace also had time off. It was supposed to be a relaxed, fun period, but Wu Suowei
was gloomy every day, lacking energy for anything.

His nerves became extremely sensitive. As soon as he saw anything that reflected
motherly love, his mood would plummet and take a long time to recover.

For example, one day they were cuddled on the sofa watching a comedy. Just as Wu
Suowei’s mood began to lift a little, a public service announcement about motherly love
suddenly aired. Wu Suowei’s face instantly darkened, and he silently retreated to the
bedroom.

Sometimes he even lost his temper for no reason, smashing his chopsticks and walking
away mid-meal.

Chi Cheng had been trying hard to cheer him up all these days, showing extraordinary
patience. No matter how extreme Wu Suowei’s actions were, Chi Cheng endured without
ever getting angry.
Taking advantage of being cared for, Wu Suowei vented his inner sorrow wildly.

He had become Chi Cheng’s real “belt” — tethered wherever he went, afraid to lose him
for even a moment.

As the year-end approached, although many people came with gifts and the house piled
high with New Year supplies, to cheer Wu Suowei up, Chi Cheng took him shopping
everywhere these days.

In the morning, they went to the supermarket. The two of them picked things in front, and
Gangzi pushed the cart behind.

Wu Suowei hardly spoke; wherever his eyes fixed, things would quickly be thrown into
the cart.

Chi Cheng knew Wu loved big cherries, so he loaded box after box of cherries costing
over two hundred per jin (about 500 grams). Wu Suowei said nothing at first, but when
Chi Cheng kept grabbing more, he finally stopped his hand.

“They’re too expensive. Buy less.”

Whenever Wu spoke, Chi Cheng felt relieved, no matter the cost.

“Want a drink?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei nodded.

Drinks used to be forbidden—too many would cause weight gain, ruin his figure, and
worst of all, make his bones brittle. How could one do any “intense exercise” without
strong bones?

But now Wu’s mood came first. Whatever made him happy, he could drink as much as he
wanted.

Chi Cheng didn’t even look, just tossed Wu’s favorite drinks into the cart.

“Buy a bottle of cola.” Wu Suowei requested.

Normally, this would get him scolded.

“Why drink that? A bottle of cola and you gain a jin of fat. Who wants to see that?”

Chi Cheng wasn’t good at saying flattering things. Unlike those model good men who’d
say, “No matter what you become, I’ll like you,” he was blunt: “If you gain a jin, I’ll look
at you less. You decide.”
But not now. Wu Suowei wanted it, so he bought it — and got the big bottle.

Just as he was about to put it in the cart, Wu stopped him.

“Wait, buy the special offer — big bottle with a free small bottle.”

Alright, now two bottles.

Chi Cheng, in a rare good mood, said, “Okay, whatever you say.”

Wu’s expression finally softened.

Then they went to the fruit section. Wu Suowei stared blankly at mangosteen.

“I wonder if this mangosteen tastes good.”

Without a word, Chi Cheng split one open and shoved two pieces into Wu’s mouth.

The sales clerk was alarmed, “Hey, no tasting allowed.”

Chi Cheng shot the clerk a look, and the clerk immediately shut up.

Chi Cheng asked Wu, “Sweet?”

Wu nodded.

Chi Cheng nodded to Gangzi to bring a box to the car, deliberately overweighing by one
jin at checkout, silencing the clerk.

Then Chi Cheng took him to the men’s skincare counter. Wu Suowei and Wang Shuo had
one big difference: their care for their faces. The latter treated washing his face like a
physical task, only if he was energetic. Wu treated cleansing as a serious project,
completing it diligently every day.

His attitude toward Chi Cheng’s and his own face was also completely opposite.

Chi Cheng’s face was treated casually — whatever affordable product was bought. One
bottle of Dabao could last two years.

Wu’s own face was never careless. No international brand, no use. Before using, he
carefully read the instructions. As a result, the rough old skin from two years ago had
become smooth and flawless, without a single acne scar.

“Sir, your complexion used to be a healthy honey tone, but due to fatigue, it’s become a
bit dull. This revitalizing lotion can activate your skin and brighten your tone.”
Wu picked it up and looked it over, then handed it to Chi Cheng.

“How’s it look?”

Chi Cheng told the clerk to ring it up.

“Wait.” Wu picked up another bottle with similar effects and compared, mumbling
calculations:

“This one is 990 yuan for 50ml, 990 divided by 50, one five is five, five nine four five,
five eight four zero, so 19.8 yuan per ml; the other is 1345 yuan for 70ml, 1345 divided
by 70, one seven is seven, seven nine six three, two seven one four, so 19.2 yuan per
ml…”

Wu’s finger moved in the air as he calculated carefully.

Chi Cheng liked Wu’s small “little loser” habits like this. The more stingy he was, the
more spirited he was. So he didn’t interrupt and smiled watching him.

But then Wu suddenly remembered a key fact.

“Who’s paying?” he asked Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng waved his card.

“Then I want them all.”

All that math had been for nothing.

Wu’s mood lifted a lot, and he happily carried the shopping bags.

He had just turned around when three or four sales clerks at the counter gathered
excitedly.

One clerk bragged, “These two are definitely a couple. Oh my god, so lovey-dovey! I just
secretly took several photos. Look at this one—see the look the top gives the bottom?”

Screams broke out.

“Wow, so gentle! I’m so jealous.”

“They caught my eye as soon as they walked over. The top is super cool, the bottom’s
really cute.”

“Look at this one, the bottom’s little eyes flying, so damn flashy.”
“Ahhh... I can’t take it!”

...

Wu Suowei’s mood was great after leaving the skincare counter, but halfway to the
men’s clothing counter, they passed the middle-aged and elderly clothing section.

A piece there looked very much like the one he bought for Wu’s mother last year. She
kept it in the closet, never worn until burial.

Seeing Wu hesitate, a clerk greeted warmly.

“Sir, if you need anything, feel free to look around. We’re having a sale for the New
Year. How about buying a new coat for your mom?”

Wu Suowei’s briefly softened face immediately darkened.

Chi Cheng wanted to strangle that clerk.

...

At night, lying in bed, Chi Cheng hugged Wu Suowei, very much wanting to do more.

Wu Suowei looked at him gloomily and said, “I’m not interested.”

Chi Cheng, of course, wouldn’t force him.

Wu Suowei suddenly felt a bit sorry toward Chi Cheng.

“I’ll get better.” He stroked his own chest. “I’m confident, I’ll get better soon.”

Saying that, he burrowed under the covers, wanting to forget everything.

Chi Cheng got out of bed, took out the prank toy Gangzi bought from the mall toy store,
wanting to cheer Wu Suowei up.

“If you poke its butt, it will scream.”

Chi Cheng hadn’t tried it himself, being bad at childish things.

Wu Suowei looked it over; it was funny, and he couldn’t help but smile.

Then he poked it.

The toy screamed:

“Son! Son! Son! Son!”

For others, that might be both annoying and amusing—how dare it take advantage of me?
But for Wu Suowei, fresh in grief, each “son” call felt like a stab to the heart.

As soon as the toy screamed once, Chi Cheng’s heart sank.

Sure enough, Wu Suowei slipped back under the covers and went completely silent.

...

The next day, Chi Cheng went to see Jiang Xiaoshuai.

Jiang looked wary. “What do you want?”

“I want to give you a chance to make up for past mistakes,” Chi Cheng said. “Wu Suowei
has been gloomy every day. You know him best. Tell me how to cheer him up.”

Jiang thought a moment and said, “He loves music. You’re good at singing, right? Go
home and sing him a couple songs.”

Chi Cheng said nothing.

Jiang reminded, “He doesn’t like classical music. He prefers pop songs that shampoo
stores play on repeat. Also, better if they’re songs that were already overplayed seven or
eight years ago — you know, his reflex arc is really long.”

“For example?” Chi Cheng asked.

Jiang thought and said, “‘Great City, Small Love.’ I heard him humming it a few days
ago.”

So Chi Cheng practiced after returning home. Since he hadn’t sung for a long time, his
musical sense had declined. He listened over and over to learn.

For the first time doing such a humiliating thing, at his age, having to coax his man with
singing.

When a tough guy turns gentle, it kills.

Especially with that good voice — he completely melted Wu Suowei’s heart.

“Jet black hair twisted into a bun, entwining all the affection for you,
Behind the translucent curtain, the words you speak are without deceit…”
Wu Suowei felt countless rose petals fluttering before his eyes, recalling the thrill of first
love.

“Don’t ever say forever, lest you think I’m unrealistic,

Take simplicity as simplicity, that’s the philosophy mom told me…”

Wu Suowei was intoxicated, then suddenly froze.

It was “Mom told me the philosophy,” “Mom told me the philosophy,” “Mom told me
the…” — looping endlessly.

The lyrics fit so smoothly, but when sung aloud, it felt off.

Chi Cheng choked.

The rose petals in Wu Suowei’s eyes turned to hail, hammering his head.

Then he slipped back under the covers to wipe his tears in secret.

Chi Cheng ground his teeth silently. The lyricist was really asking for it! Why “mom told
me the philosophy”? Why not grandpa? Or second uncle?

After thinking nonsense, he had to return to reality and cheer him up — what else could
he do?

CHAPTER 192
As the Lunar New Year approached, every household was bustling with festive cheer.
But for someone like Wu Suowei, who had just lost his mother, this holiday became a sad
time. Although his two elder sisters had also lost their mom, they already had their own
families and would certainly spend the festival at their own homes, so Wu Suowei was
destined to be left alone.

To avoid this sensitive time, Chi Cheng decided not to celebrate at home. After informing
his parents, he took Wu Suowei straight to Hawaii to fulfill a promise he had made
earlier.

After more than ten hours on the plane, the moment they stepped onto the island, Wu
Suowei felt his mood lighten considerably.

Chi Cheng had studied in the US and often came to Hawaii for surfing, so he was quite
familiar with the place.
After resting for a day, they drove to the North Shore of Hawaii the next day.

The scenery along the road was beautiful—azure sea and sky in the distance, drifting
white clouds, lush banana groves and coconut trees by the shore. Compared to the bleak
winter scenes of northern China, here everything was vibrant and full of life.

Though winter in Hawaii was rainy, they were lucky—the day they set out was clear and
sunny. On the beautiful beach, local women in flowing long dresses mingled with bikini-
clad hot girls and bronze-toned Hawaiian lads.

The morning waves were gentle, so Chi Cheng sat with Wu Suowei on the beach soaking
up the sun.

The two wore matching couple outfits: blue beach vests, loose beach pants, huge
sunglasses—one exuding a heroic spirit, the other rugged and wild.

Here, there was no traditional Chinese family reunion atmosphere. Everyone was a free
and uninhibited individual, tumbling and jumping in the waves, chasing and playing. Wu
Suowei’s mood naturally brightened quite a bit.

Chi Cheng went to the beach shop and bought a can of fruit for Wu Suowei, handing it to
him.

Wu hadn’t tasted anything so delicious in a long time.

“Super sweet. Want to try?” Wu asked Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng shook his head. No need. Just watching you eat is sweet enough.

Wu licked the juice from his lips with his tongue, making Chi Cheng’s heart tingle.

“Hey, look! The sand here is all polished little pebbles.” Wu stretched his hand toward
Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng said, “You can use it for massage too.”

He pulled off Wu’s beach shoes, grabbed a handful of sand, and rubbed it on the sole of
Wu’s foot, tickling him so much that Wu rolled on the ground laughing.

“Stop... stop...” Wu laughed and begged.

Chi Cheng whispered in Wu’s ear, “Interested now?”

It had been over two months since they had been intimate, and suddenly being teased felt
unfamiliar. Wu deliberately turned his face away, his chest burning hot.
Chi Cheng’s burning gaze fixed on him for a while but said nothing.

Near noon, the sun grew fiercer. Wu had browsed the little shops on the beach and
returned sweaty to the sand.

Chi Cheng had long taken off his vest, his strong muscles shining sexily under the
sunlight and sweat. He lay flat on the sand, eight-pack abs carved sharply.

Wu looked jealous and flung a handful of sand into Chi Cheng’s belly button.

Chi Cheng bit hard on Wu’s mischievous hand, causing Wu to bare his teeth and roar.

Just then, a bikini-clad beauty strutted by. Her sultry eyes lingered on Chi Cheng’s bare
upper body for a moment, then blew Wu a flying kiss.

Wu’s eyes followed her until she sat nearby.

He reached to pull off his vest.

Chi Cheng was quick to hold him back. “What are you doing?”

“I’m hot. I want to take off my vest too,” Wu said.

“No way,” Chi Cheng said firmly.

“Why can you take it off but I can’t?” Wu retorted.

Chi Cheng didn’t explain. “Just can’t.”

“Hey, I’m taking it off anyway today!”

Wu fought hard with Chi Cheng, determined to remove it.

For the first time in days, Chi Cheng showed a dark face.

“You’re as skinny as a noodle. Aren’t you ashamed to take it off?”

Wu got annoyed too. “Look over there — that one’s skinnier than me and he’s shirtless.
That one’s all fat and only wearing trunks... Why can’t I go there and take mine off? I’ll
stay away from you so you don’t get embarrassed!”

He barely stood up when Chi Cheng threw him down.

“So hot?” Chi Cheng’s fierce gaze burned into him. “Are you trying to cool off or hit on
someone?”
Wu bared his teeth. “If you can be hot, why can’t I? If you can take it off, why can’t I?
We’re men — who doesn’t go shirtless?”

In front of everyone, Chi Cheng pulled Wu close and squeezed his nipple hard.

Wu howled in pain.

“Know why I won’t let you take it off?” Chi Cheng’s deep voice hit Wu’s eardrums.
“Because your nipples are too sexy. I don’t want others to see.”

Wu was even less convinced.

“So you can take yours off and show others all you want?”

Chi Cheng stared at him for a while; Wu looked right back without fear.

After a few seconds, Chi Cheng put his vest back on.

Wu’s lips curled slightly. That’s right. Next time you show off your muscles, I’ll use this
move on you!

...

In the afternoon, the waves surged over ten meters high.

Chi Cheng brought two surfboards— a long board for Wu and a short one for himself.

Wu had just been sitting on the beach, drinking beer, eating popcorn, watching expert
surfers tumble and jump on the waves, looking heroic, and was eager to try.

Seeing Wu’s impatience, Chi Cheng pulled him back and repeated the key points.

“Remember everything?”

Wu nodded repeatedly, “Got it, got it.”

“Recite it for me.”

Wu got impatient. “Reciting wastes time. Look, others have been out for half a day and
we’re still here. The waves might be gone soon.”

“Don’t worry, the waves will only get bigger until night. Obey me and repeat what I
said.”

Wu mumbled through it.

Chi Cheng didn’t let him go until he remembered every detail, then finally let him into
the sea.

Both lay prone on their boards, paddling slowly into the water.

Gradually, the waves pushed the boards forward. Wu was excited.

A huge wave surged. Wu panicked and lost all his composure. No way! Such a big wave?
Oh my God!

He was supposed to stand before the wave’s peak, but fear made him forget everything.
He crouched on the board like a turtle and was swept under, almost carried to shore.

He wiped his face hard and looked toward Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng moved gracefully, smoothly drawing beautiful parabolas on the water. His
body had a compass-like sense of direction, with arching feet that flexed perfectly — as if
glued to the board. Behind him, a giant tubular wave formed. He leapt, spun, and flipped,
performing a difficult move inside a wave two stories high, then sped on after the wave
passed.

It was thrilling, exhilarating, and absolutely dazzling.

Wu’s eyes reddened with jealousy.

Unwilling to be outdone, he paddled back out. A wave came. He shouted loudly and
slowly raised his upper body, then one foot, then his knee.

“Ah! I did it! I did it!”

He yelled twice but was knocked down by the waves again, swallowing seawater.

Chi Cheng stood at a distance and smiled at him.

Wu surfaced and caught Chi Cheng’s smile — a pure, brilliant, passionate smile he’d
never seen before, as if they had returned to their carefree teenage years, untouched by
hardship or restraint.

In this moment, sunlight bathed Chi Cheng, his charm almost surreal.

Wu climbed on his board again, no longer afraid. He stood before the big wave, feeling
the thrill of riding giant waves, fearless and charging forward.

“So good!” Wu shouted to the waves.

Surfing closer, Chi Cheng bumped his board with Wu’s, and both fell into deep water.
Chi Cheng wrapped his arm around Wu’s waist and pulled him to the surface.

Wu spat seawater and gave Chi Cheng a hard kiss on the face.

Chi Cheng stroked Wu’s wet cheek, feeling his soul drawn away by that handsome,
heroic face.

Another big wave came. Wu screamed twice.

“Wave coming! Wave coming!”

A seven or eight-meter wave slammed down, and Wu held Chi Cheng tight, feeling the
power of the crashing wave.

After it passed, Wu raised his head and laughed heartily.

He didn’t know why he wanted to laugh — it felt like all his repressed sorrows vanished
in that moment.

His world was like a song: the gloom and despair were only small notes, while the overall
melody was upbeat, full of hope and joy.

After coming ashore, they pushed their surfboards—each with the other’s name—back
into the water.

That evening, they watched a local hula dance performance together.

The skirts were woven from Hawaii’s unique tropical plant leaves. The Hawaiian girls
wore flower crowns, sleeveless dresses, flower and shell necklaces, and barefoot, full of
southern ocean charm.

“This is the most authentic, rustic hula I’ve ever seen,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu asked, “How rustic?”

“Ancient Hawaiian women danced hula topless, only wearing grass skirts. Not allowed
anymore. But if you pay, you can still get that special service.”

Wu gritted his teeth jealously, “You’re showing off, aren’t you? I want to see too!”

Chi Cheng coldly played dead, refusing.

Wu could only watch this clothed version, which was quite seductive—sometimes lively
and wild, sometimes smooth and flowing, like the rising and falling waves, full of
dynamic rhythm.
While watching, Wu imagined them shaking their chests and hips topless, making his
throat itch. He poked Chi Cheng’s waist.

“Hey, back to the hotel?”

“So soon?” Chi Cheng teased.

Wu awkwardly said, “Shouldn’t we stay longer? What’s the point of watching a bunch of
women shake like that?”

Chi Cheng smiled silently.

Back at the hotel, after showering, Wu didn’t even bother to put on clothes, just crawled
onto the bed naked.

“Hurry up.” He kicked wildly, urging Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng grabbed Wu’s wrists hard and pinned them on either side of his head, his eyes
flashing wickedly.

“You forgot something, didn’t you?”

Wu blinked. “What?”

“The Yue Yue matter is just going to be swept under the rug?” Chi Cheng said gloomily.
“Such a big kidnapping case — you want to just get married and forget it? You’ll have to
pay a little bribe to pull strings. You think you can just slide through?”

Wu looked troubled.

“Still miss my mom a bit.”

Slap! The handcuffs came on.

“Old lady visited me in a dream last night, told me to send you a message: You better
confess and accept the punishment!”

CHAPTER 193
Wu Suowei's wrists were cuffed together, and Chi Cheng was pinning him down.

Chi Cheng sat astride Wu Suowei, his hard chin resting on his chest. His tiger eyes, a
mingled blaze of lust and love, blazed fiercely at Wu Suowei's face.
Wu Suowei rubbed his foot against Chi Cheng's sturdy calf, pleading softly, "Since I miss
you so much, can you spare the punishment?"

Men sometimes can't resist the allure of sweet talk, especially when it comes to the
person they hold dear.

"What do you think of me?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei smiled charmingly, "Every day, daytime, nighttime, and most of all when I'm
masturbating."

Chi Cheng almost gave in to Wu Suowei's voluptuousness.

"You missed me, why don't you come find me?"

Wu Suowei dodged the question and asked Chi Cheng, "Do you miss me?"

Chi Cheng's fangs rubbed Wu Suowei's chin, and he said softly, "I miss you, and I miss
your behind even more. The more you piss me off, the more I miss you there. I want to
completely destroy you, so you'll never dare flirt with anyone else again."

With that, his large hand slid between Wu Suowei's legs, his fingers gently scraping
across her vagina.

After more than two months without physical contact, her body had become incredibly
sensitive. Chi Cheng's mere touch was enough to send Wu Suowei's waist trembling
violently, a look of unbearable pain crossing his face.

Chi Cheng glanced over with a mocking look and quipped, "You're such a slut."

Wu Suowei immediately retorted, "You're the slut!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Cheng dangled his legs from the bed railing.

Wu Suowei's eyes flashed with fear, and he immediately kicked and struggled.

"Don't tie it up, don't tie it up."

Chi Cheng grabbed him and pressed half of his body against him, his tone gentle but his
attitude firm.

"Behave, you must be punished this time."

Wu Suowei frowned in protest.

Chi Cheng's face darkened. "You decide for yourself whether you deserve the
punishment or not?"

Wu Suowei remained silent.

"It'll be over after the punishment, you hear?"

Wu Suowei hesitated for a long moment before nodding.

Chi Cheng opened the drawer and pulled out the props he had prepared.

Wu Suowei wailed in fear at the sight of the candle.

"No, no, I'm afraid of the heat."

Chi Cheng asked him, "Why weren't you afraid when you lied to me?"

"It was because I was afraid that I didn't tell you the truth," Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng said calmly, "You didn't explain the truth to me when it was revealed!"

"I... well..."

Wu Suowei was about to say something when Chi Cheng sealed his lips with his. In a
passionate, mellow kiss, their tongues entwined, they spoke of their longing and desire
for each other. Wu Suowei's tense body gradually relaxed. He believed Chi Cheng
wouldn't truly hurt him; he was just trying to scare him.

Gradually, Chi Cheng's mouth left Wu Suowei's thin lips, took a piece of ice, and
continued to move his body.

A biting chill hit his chest, and Wu Suowei groaned in discomfort.

The small tip of ice in Chi Cheng's mouth pricked his nipple harshly.

Wu Suowei's waist trembled violently, and goose bumps instantly appeared on his body.

"It's so cold... stop..."

Chi Cheng wandered all the way to Wu Suowei's anus, his naked gaze unabashedly
fixated on the tender pink area he had so carefully cared for.

Wu Suowei's handsome face flushed slightly, and he reached down with both hands to
tug at Chi Cheng's hair.

"Stop looking at me,"

Chi Cheng teased. "You haven't stuck your butt out to flirt with me in over two months,
and now you're embarrassed?"

Wu Suowei was furious. "Fuck you!"

"You still have the nerve to curse? You're not afraid, are you?"

Chi Cheng jokingly pressed a piece of ice into Wu Suowei's vagina.

Wu Suowei's buttocks trembled violently from the cold, and he tried to "spit" the ice out,
but Chi Cheng sternly stopped him.

"Show me, hold it!"

Wu Suowei twisted his waist uncomfortably.

"Cold... ugh... It hurts so bad..."

Chi Cheng slapped Wu Suowei's buttocks, his voice stern.

"Stop shaking!"

"I didn't mean to... I couldn't help it... Ahhh..."

Chi Cheng slapped him twice more, causing Wu Suowei to tremble even more violently.
His moans were thick with sobs, further fueling Chi Cheng's desire for abuse.

"I can't take it anymore..."

Wu Suowei desperately needed warmth at that moment to dispel the cold within him.

Chi Cheng's tongue perfectly satisfied Wu Suowei's need.

The warmth that had come after the cold burned Wu Suowei's nerves even more than
direct heat. The moment Chi Cheng's warm, powerful tongue thrust in, Wu Suowei let
out a high-pitched moan, his eyes tinged with lust.

"So good... so good... a little deeper..."

Meanwhile, Chi Cheng's large hands resumed massaging Wu Suowei, applying just the
right amount of pressure, soothing several key acupressure points and leaving Wu
Suowei's bones feeling limp.

After his body went limp, the torture was twice as intense as usual.
Chi Cheng then lit the candle, tilted it at a 45-degree angle, and dripped a drop of wax
onto Wu Suowei's neck.

Wu Suowei instantly cried out from the burning sensation.

"Hot! Oooooh..."

Chi Cheng twirled the candle, spilling a drop next to Wu Suowei's nipple.

Wu Suowei's neck jerked upwards, his expression agonized.

Seeing the candle move closer, Wu Suowei grabbed Chi Cheng's arms and begged, "Stop
it, stop it! It's so hot, it's burning me."

Chi Cheng again pressed Wu Suowei's hands over his head and moved the wax-filled
candle around Wu Suowei's nipples, spilling several drops at once.

Wu Suowei wailed, her arms held by Chi Cheng struggling frantically. The veins of her
neck stretched out in a state of resentment, and her contorted cheeks looked particularly
alluring in Chi Cheng's eyes.

Chi Cheng grasped Wu Suowei's nipples with his hands and slowly moved the candle
closer.

Wu Suowei desperately tried to block Chi Cheng's arms with his hands, pleading for
mercy.

"Don't spill there! It's so sensitive there. Oooh..."

These words were simply asking for trouble. Under Wu Suowei's anxious gaze, Chi
Cheng slowly tilted the candle.

Pah!

A large drop of wax poured onto Wu Suowei's tender, red nipples.

Wu Suowei cried out violently, his already erect penis leaking a clear fluid from the
stimulation. Chi Cheng, sensing this "signal," let out a sinister grin and raised the candle
again.

Drops of hot wax struck Wu Suowei's sensitive spots, and he twisted his waist and cried
for mercy. A large wet patch covered his buttocks, and his miserable appearance made
Chi Cheng want to "tear" him even more.

Seeing Chi Cheng's candle about to move lower, Wu Suowei suddenly covered his
already coveted erection with his hand.
"No!"

Chi Cheng cast a stern gaze at him, his tone steady and intimidating.

"Take it away."

Wu Suowei refused to let go.

Chi Cheng picked up the small whip he had prepared and lashed it fiercely across the
back of Wu Suowei's hand. Wu Suowei quickly withdrew his hand in pain, and the whip
landed on Wu Suowei's inner thigh.

Wu Suowei cried out in pain, tears threatening to fall.

Chi Cheng's hand paused in the air for a moment, then asked, "Does it hurt?"

Wu Suowei nodded vigorously.

Then Chi Cheng shifted his whip to the softest part of Wu Suowei's buttocks, lashing him
mercilessly again and again, forcing Wu Suowei to remain motionless and demanding he
admit his mistake.

Dripping the wax after whipping him to a certain degree of intensity lessens the burning
sensation on the skin.

Even so, when the wax dripped onto Wu Suowei's genitals, his eyes widened, and after
choking for a long moment, he let out several agonizing howls.

"Ahh... wuuuu..."

Chi Cheng showed no mercy, continuing to punish Wu Suowei severely for his
abduction.

The wax raged fiercely on the tip of Wu Suowei's genitals, his testicles, and his
perineum. Droplets of red wax covered Wu Suowei's sensitive areas, making his body
appear even more miserable and lewd.

Wu Suowei cried out from the burn on the tip of his penis. He twisted his buttocks back
and forth, twisting the sheets into a knot. Sweat drenched his body, and a broken cry of
pleading emanated from his throat.

"I can't take it anymore... wuwu..."

Chi Cheng demanded sternly, "Do you know you're wrong?"

"I know... wuwu... I won't lie to you anymore..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Cheng lifted his buttocks up to a near-90-degree
angle to the sheets, forcing him to stare directly at his private parts being played with,
intensifying the mental abuse.

"Stop! Stop!" Wu Suowei's face practically burned.

This mortified expression aroused Chi Cheng's lust. Not only did he not stop, he used his
hands to pry open Wu Suowei's vagina, dripping scalding wax onto the tender flesh
inside.

Wu Suowei roared uncontrollably, instantly erupting.

Afterward, Chi Cheng ravaged Wu Suowei's most sensitive and vulnerable areas, wax
dripping into the holes and the whip cracking. Wu Suowei had completely abandoned any
sense of shame, his head shaking wildly, his legs convulsing violently, white fluid
splattering everywhere, and his cries were incessant and high-pitched.

"Chi Cheng... wuwu... I know I was wrong... ahhh... I won't do it again... spare me...
ahhh... I'm dying..."

Finally, a brutal lash of the whip finished.

Wu Suowei's buttocks twitched wildly for a moment before finally collapsing.

...

It had been so long since he had experienced such intense stimulation, and Wu Suowei
felt a little exhausted. Pain raged all over his body, and he stabbed at the foot of the bed
in frustration.

Chi Cheng smiled and pulled Wu Suowei into a hug.

"You're too cruel," Wu Suowei complained. "I don't plan to live with you anymore."

"Is it that serious?" Chi Cheng wiped the sweat from his face. "Didn't you enjoy it too?"

Wu Suowei refused to admit it.

In fact, the candles Chi Cheng used on Wu Suowei were low-temperature wax, which
wouldn't burn his skin at all, and they also had a therapeutic effect of clearing heat and
detoxifying. As for the whip, Chi Cheng didn't use much force either. Wu Suowei
screamed out in pleasure, probably because it was enjoyable.

"Come on, I'll take you for a shower."

Wu Suowei was covered in solidified wax. Chi Cheng patiently and carefully scrubbed
him clean. After removing it all, the two of them lay back in the spacious jacuzzi.

The hot water gurgled up, and Wu Suowei squinted slightly, feeling lazy and unwilling to
speak.

Chi Cheng's tone was several degrees softer than before.

"From now on, just say what you think. Don't always hide it. Isn't it tiring to live like
this?"

Wu Suowei's face was gloomy and he said nothing.

Chi Cheng stroked the back of his head and asked, "Am I that scary?"

At this, Wu Suowei's eyes widened, and his fierce gaze gave Chi Cheng the perfect
response: "What do you think? Aren't you just talking nonsense?"

Chi Cheng was amused by Wu Suowei's adorable expression and splashed water on Wu
Suowei's face.

Wu Suowei was so angry that he slammed Chi Cheng's head, pushing it under the water.

Chi Cheng remained calm and let Wu Suowei lash out.

After a while, Wu Suowei shamelessly embraced him again.

"From now on, I'll help you be nice, and you help me live a comfortable life."

These words, so ordinary, coming from Chi Cheng's mouth, suddenly touched Wu
Suowei.

Wu Suowei kissed Chi Cheng again.

After a while of cuddling in the bathtub, the two of them fled to the large bed in the other
bedroom.

The room was warmly lit. Outside the window was the ocean, the sound of waves lapping
against the shore stirring the two hearts' eagerness.

"That wasn't enjoyable at all!" Wu Suowei muttered, his tone heavy, as he recalled Chi
Cheng's punishment. "I don't like that kind of enjoyment."

Chi Cheng's face cracked with a smile. "So, what kind of enjoyment do you prefer?"
Wu Suowei glanced at Chi Cheng with a charming gaze. For a moment, he overcame his
willpower and, with a sudden movement, rolled over, pinning him down.

CHAPTER 194
"Isn't it time for me to fulfill my wish?" Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng asked knowingly, "What wish?"

Wu Suowei reached out his hand to Chi Cheng's buttocks, gently rubbing it twice,
winking at him.

"Do you understand?"

He understood, but Chi Cheng had said it.

"Your wish has already been fulfilled. There's no need to fulfill it a second time."

Wu Suowei's face changed. "When was it fulfilled? How come I didn't even know?"

Chi Cheng's fingers traced Wu Suowei's waistline, causing him to tremble.

"Last time at Guozi's place, the aphrodisiac essence spilled all over the floor. When I took
you in, you were deeply poisoned. You couldn't detoxify me without my counterattack,
so I heroically sacrificed myself."

Chi Cheng's open "admission" to his lover that he had been raped was actually a historic
breakthrough.

Wu Suowei denied it, "Why don't I remember anything at all?"

"You were unconscious that day and don't remember anything."

This was the truth, because when Wu Suowei woke up, he knew nothing except the aches
and pains he'd experienced.

But he wasn't stupid, and he immediately disputed Chi Cheng's account.

"Don't take unconsciousness for granted. You say you slept? Without proof, I don't
believe it."

Because Chi Cheng knew Wu Suowei wasn't stupid, he actually found some "evidence."

He took his phone and played a clip.

Chi Cheng's deep voice echoed through it.

"What if you don't admit it then?"

Wu Suowei said, "Don't worry. I'll admit it once I do."

Hearing this exchange, Wu Suowei was startled.

"Really?!"

Actually, this was Wu Suowei's response to Chi Cheng's request for consent. There was
another line after that, but Chi Cheng didn't record it.

The truth was:

"What if you don't admit it then?"

"Don't worry, I'll admit it once I do it."

"That won't do."

The audio didn't contain the phrase "That won't do," so the entire audio shifted from a
request for consent to a statement that the two had already done it, with Chi Cheng
seeking psychological reassurance.

Wu Suowei took the audio from his phone and listened to it over and over again.

He was even wary, checking the date on the audio. It was indeed that day.

As expected, compared to Chi Cheng, he was still a bit less cautious.

"Holy crap!" Wu Suowei was a little incredulous. "I slept with you a long time ago?"

Getting Chi Cheng to agree was a real challenge.

But to keep Wu Suowei mentally balanced, he had no choice but to do so. Because once
Wu Suowei lost his balance mentally, he would pursue physical balance.

Wu Suowei was brimming with excitement, rubbing Chi Cheng's arm and demanding
further questions.

"How was my performance then? Was it impressive? Let me tell you, even though mine
isn't as thick or long as yours, it's incredibly flexible and much more effective! Hehe,
don't you believe me? If I really get going, three or five guys wouldn't be able to handle
me."
Chi Cheng steeled himself to meet him.

"It was okay."

Chi Cheng wasn't one to give compliments easily, but if he said "it was okay," it implied
he was quite satisfied.

"Wow!" Wu Suowei was still narcissistic. "I actually slept with you? I actually slept with
the Chief Attack? Doesn't that mean I've conquered every man in the world?"

Chi Cheng coughed lightly. "Not that exaggerated."

Wu Suowei also deliberately suppressed his excitement and said calmly, "Yes, yes, you're
the best hit in Beijing, so I've conquered every man in Beijing, young and old."

Chi Cheng, "..."

For Wu Suowei, the physical sensation of sleeping with Chi Cheng wasn't a big deal.
After all, he was straight, and sleeping with a big, strong man wasn't necessarily exciting.
The key was the sense of accomplishment, the bragging rights. Once you have it, you can
hold your dick up and act like a real man.

I wasn't afraid of being fucked by Chi Cheng again. After all, I fucked you too!

But he still felt a little unsatisfied. After all, he wasn't conscious at the time, and he
wanted to savor it afterwards.

So, pinching Chi Cheng's chin, he asked, "Did you moan?"

Chi Cheng nodded.

"What's that scream?" Wu Suowei asked excitedly.

Chi Cheng said, "I'm screaming the same way you usually do."

Wu Suowei's eyes lit up. "You screaming so voluptuously?"

Chi Cheng had never laughed so hard in his life.

Wu Suowei realized then that he had... sold himself out.

The next second, Chi Cheng pinned him down.

"I really want to fuck you to death! You're so slutty..." Chi Cheng teased, thrusting his
hips against the inside of Wu Suowei's buttocks, the fire in his eyes growing fiercer.
Wu Suowei was also aroused by Chi Cheng; in fact, sparks had already been flying
during his earlier torture.

Chi Cheng kissed Wu Suowei's ear, his teeth grinding against his ear bone until it
cracked.

"Hmm..." Wu Suowei wrapped his legs around Chi Cheng's waist.

Chi Cheng's narrowed eyes were full of energy, and he whispered in Wu Suowei's ear in
a lewd and obscene tone, "Tell me, if you put on that hula and danced, wouldn't you be
much wilder than those women?"

Wu Suowei was furious. "You're comparing me to women?"

"Who said all hula dancers are women? Did you see those guys in the row behind you?"
Chi Cheng continued to fan the flames. "It's because they can't compare to you that I
want to see you wear it."

"I don't want to wear it," Wu Suowei pouted.

Chi Cheng remained silent, his rough fingers rubbing around Wu Suowei's tailbone, his
instigation clear.

Wu Suowei couldn't resist Chi Cheng's teasing and finally gave in.

"If you wear it, I'll wear it."

Chi Cheng had already prepared two skirts. These were very different from dance skirts.
First, they were short, like a circle of leaves around the waist, with the lower part half-
covered, exuding a primitive and wild air.

Wu Suowei had grown thinner than before, his waist slimmer, and the curves of his hips
more pronounced. The slender leaves resting on his buttocks revealed a faint glimpse of
his inner beauty, intensely stimulating Chi Cheng's gaze.

The giant dragon beneath Chi Cheng's crotch, half awake and half asleep, lurking among
the leaves, exuded a strong aura of danger that made Wu Suowei's throat tighten.

The two "wild men" embraced each other.

Chi Cheng's deft tongue teased Wu Suowei's nipples, causing Wu Suowei, who hadn't
experienced such ecstasy in a long time, to moan. His hands then reached out to massage
Chi Cheng's pectoral muscles vigorously.

Chi Cheng sucked Wu Suowei's left nipple until it swelled, while neglecting the right.
In fact, Wu Suowei's right nipple was much more sensitive than the left.

Unsatisfied with his desire, Wu Suowei held Chi Cheng's head and moved it to the right,
mumbling, "Suck this...harder...ahhh..."

Chi Cheng's enormous cock had already flared to life, roaring through the grass.

"Do you want me to lick your dick?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei smiled shyly, "How did you know?"

Chi Cheng twisted Wu Suowei's legs, but didn't ask directly.

Having been without Chi Cheng's warm mouth for so long, Wu Suowei nearly came.

Chi Cheng's tongue scratched the sensitive tip of Wu Suowei's penis, causing him to
moan loudly and tremble with the itch. The leaves of a tree slapped Chi Cheng's face,
slapping his agitated heart.

"No...I'm going to cum..." Wu Suowei shook his hips in ecstasy.

How could Chi Cheng let Wu Suowei lose his energy so quickly? So he turned around,
leaned against the headboard, and pulled Wu Suowei's head toward him, forcing him to
take his huge cock into his mouth.

With half his cock halfway in, Wu Suowei choked.

Chi Cheng's breathing became heavy, and he gripped Wu Suowei's head, thrusting his
huge cock rapidly in and out of his mouth.

Wu Suowei whimpered from the choking, and Chi Cheng took a long time to release him.

"My cheeks are sore," Wu Suowei complained.

Chi Cheng said, "Then lick it with your tongue."

As Wu Suowei stretched out his tongue, Chi Cheng ordered, "Kneel down."

"No, you're too slutty!" Wu Suowei protested.

Chi Cheng pinched his chin and said, "I love seeing you act like a slut. Come on, stick
your ass up. I want to see."

The more Wu Suowei resisted, the more excited Chi Cheng became, and the more he
wanted to embarrass him.
"If you don't obey, I'll slap you."

In bed, Wu Suowei couldn't resist the pressure of power. After all, Chi Cheng's reputation
as the first to have sex was well-deserved, and resisting would only lead to greater losses.
Furthermore, in Wu Suowei's mind, he had already slept with Chi Cheng, so even a small
insult from Chi Cheng wasn't so hard to accept.

So, he obeyed Chi Cheng's wishes and moved from prone to kneeling.

Chi Cheng lifted Wu Suowei's grass skirt, revealing two firm buttocks. He stared at them
with fascination, imagining the way they swayed voluptuously.

Finally, having admired them enough, Chi Cheng pulled Wu Suowei's buttocks toward
him.

"Have you ever played with yourself while I was gone?"

Wu Suowei shook his head. "No."

"Really?" Chi Cheng asked again.

Wu Suowei, filled with shame and indignation, kicked Chi Cheng in the groin. As a
result, her feet were entangled in the leaves under his crotch and she couldn't retract
them. She then asked Chi Cheng to hold her other foot and pull it in the opposite
direction, forcing her legs to spread wide enough that her pink anus could be clearly seen.

CHAPTER 195
Chi Cheng's enormous cock swelled painfully just by watching.

He then used a leaf to rub the inside of Wu Suowei's butt crack, causing his hips to
tremble and his crotch to swell even further.

It proved that Wu Suowei hadn't used Master Chi's golden ass without permission. Chi
Cheng felt a strong squeeze and repulsion as soon as he inserted a finger.

"It hurts," Wu Suowei pushed Chi Cheng's hand away.

Chi Cheng poured more lubricant and, just like the first time, patiently and carefully
stretched him. Although the huge cock beneath him was as hard and hot as a branding
iron, he still resisted the urge to thrust in roughly.
When Chi Cheng's thick, powdery fingers touched Wu Suowei's bulge, Wu Suowei
couldn't help but cry out, spraying Chi Cheng's hand with spray.

Wu Suowei's overreaction was enough to prove how much he had "missed" Chi Cheng
during his absence.

Chi Cheng was incredibly fond of Wu Suowei, and he wanted to fuck him relentlessly.

After Wu Suowei's release, his penis quickly became erect again. He turned to look at
Chi Cheng, his eyes filled with desire.

"You want it?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei nodded. "Come in quickly."

Chi Cheng said, "Twist your hips in your grass skirt a few times, and I'll satisfy you."

Wu Suowei, overwhelmed with embarrassment, immediately lay flat on the bed, playing
cuckold. However, Chi Cheng's hand, buried inside him, prodded at his sensitive spots.
Wu Suowei instantly couldn't bear it anymore, and shyly raised his legs again.

He only shook his hips symbolically.

Chi Cheng's pupils seemed to be on fire, his willpower completely consumed by the
trembling soft flesh on Wu Suowei's buttocks. He pulled Wu Suowei's waist and thrust
violently into him.

Both of them went crazy in that moment.

After two months of absence, the perfect union of body and mind, free of distractions,
was intoxicating.

"So deep..." Wu Suowei cried.

Despite this, he lifted his hips higher to meet Chi Cheng's deeper thrusts.

Chi Cheng was like a ferocious tiger, tearing down its long-awaited prey, each thrust a
satisfying and satisfying one. As the pace quickened, wave after wave of frenzy followed,
Wu Suowei's moans barely pausing.

"Ahhhhhh..."

Chi Cheng grasped Wu Suowei's hands, lying on top of him, chest pressed against his
back. As he fucked him fiercely, he asked Wu Suowei, "Is this hard enough?"

Wu Suowei whimpered, unable to utter a single word.

Chi Cheng increased his force again, the slapping sound like thunder pounding into the
bed.

"Is it hard enough?"

Wu Suowei's devastated cries broke through his throat. "Enough, enough."

Chi Cheng had Wu Suowei lying on top of him again, and from beneath him he watched
him twist his hips wantonly, the leaves slapping against his hips in rhythm. Chi Cheng
lifted the leaves and saw Wu Suowei's penis swinging back and forth, his blood boiling.

Chi Cheng reached out and tugged hard at Wu Suowei's nipple, causing Wu Suowei to
cry out in pleasure.

"Stop... it hurts..."

Chi Cheng continued to knead her with his rough fingers, his hips jerking upwards. Wu
Suowei's body trembled under his neck, his face twisted as he moaned violently.

"Ah... I'm going to cum..."

Wu Suowei couldn't bear the intense stimulation and tried to pull away from Chi Cheng.
However, Chi Cheng's large hands clamped around his waist again, pushing him down
and thrusting him in and out again.

Wu Suowei's crotch trembled uncontrollably, and he erupted for over half a minute, his
voice hoarse from sobbing.

Chi Cheng showed no sign of letting him go. After a quick thrust, he pushed him down
again and continued to thrust fiercely beneath him. Wu Suowei clutched his neck tightly,
his mind racing with obscene words.

"Chi Cheng... your dick is so big... so hot... so good..."

Chi Cheng was so captivated by Wu Suowei that he had forgotten who he was. He had
slept with thousands of women, but none could match Wu Suowei's lust. His heart was
melting.

The two embraced each other and reached orgasm together, shaking the bed.

Just as Chi Cheng pulled out his penis, he heard Wu Suowei whimper, and his penis
swelled again.

This time, he tried a rather strenuous position. He had Wu Suowei take a horse stance,
while he half-crouched, thrusting from behind, diagonally upwards.
How could Wu Suowei stand steady? Several times, he fell onto Chi Cheng's lap, the
feeling of conquest giving him a powerful thrill. He continued to thrust hard into Wu
Suowei's tender spot, making him cry and dodge. Several times, unable to bear it, he tried
to run, but Chi Cheng caught him and continued to pound him.

This position resembled animal intercourse, challenging one's sense of shame and
demanding both back and leg strength. It was truly impossible without some serious
substance. But when it came to the full force, the pleasure was absolutely hysterical.

"I can't take it anymore..." Wu Suowei cried, scratching Chi Cheng's arms, leaving
several bloody marks. "I'm going to break it... Ahhhh..."

"It's too soon," Chi Cheng said. "You're so resistant, you won't be able to do much in
your lifetime."

As soon as he finished speaking, he placed his arm at the bend of Wu Suowei's legs,
lifting him up and pounding him from below in a "holding someone to urinate" position,
with terrifying force.

Wu Suowei was completely consumed by the play. His head shook wildly, he wailed
breathlessly, his body convulsing and shaking uncontrollably, erupting periodically.

Perhaps because he'd held back too long, this time, Chi Cheng had truly "broken" Wu
Suowei. Wu Suowei's lower body felt like it had been anesthetized, though not numb, the
sensation was simply too intense, the tingling lingering. And he couldn't be touched.
Wherever Chi Cheng touched, Wu Suowei would ejaculate a stream of colorless,
transparent liquid, the thrill like a continuous orgasm.

Even with Chi Cheng's profound skills, this was his first time experiencing such a state of
play.

Wu Suowei's body trembled constantly, his face flushed, his dazed gaze etched with an
alluring, almost demonic fascination.

Chi Cheng stared at Wu Suowei intently, unable to get enough.

Wu Suowei was truly terrified. Every movement from Chi Cheng's side sent him into
extreme alert.

"Don't touch me," Wu Suowei's voice tinged with tears.

Chi Cheng deliberately said, "Why don't we go get checked? Is there something wrong
with me?"

"No!!!" Wu Suowei wailed. "What if the doctor touches me? I'll be the laughing stock of
the whole hospital. How am I going to live?"
Chi Cheng asked, "Can you hold it in?"

Wu Suowei said, "As long as you don't touch me, I'll be fine. I'll be fine tomorrow
morning."

"It's already morning," Chi Cheng pointed outside.

Wu Suowei whimpered, his usual morning urination coming.

"What should I do?"

Wu Suowei didn't dare move. His legs were numb. He struggled to even stand up, let
alone bend or stretch them.

Chi Cheng said, "How about I carry you there?" He reached out.

Wu Suowei cried out, "Don't...don't touch me."

Finally, Chi Cheng, "forced to do so," brought over a narrow-mouthed vase.

"Pee here," Chi Cheng said. Wu Suowei weakly pushed Chi Cheng's hand away. "Give it
to me, I'll do it myself. Turn your face away."

Chi Cheng handed the vase to Wu Suowei.

But Wu Suowei's hands were shaking violently, and he couldn't hold it.

In desperation, he shamelessly begged Chi Cheng.

"You do it."

Chi Cheng aimed the vase at Wu Suowei's erection, a sinister glint hidden beneath his
seemingly calm eyes.

Wu Suowei had a premonition that something "unexpected" would happen when he

urinated, so he hesitated.

"Can't pee?" Chi Cheng smiled. "You want me to squeeze it for you?"

"No, no, ah..."

Chi Cheng really meant it, squeezing hard. Wu Suowei's eyes widened immediately, and
the pleasure was like water from his crotch, pounding against the inside of the vase. Wu
Suowei's uncontrollable cries followed, his waist trembling wildly as if in extreme pain,
his face contorted and twisted, his entire "ugly" appearance visible to Chi Cheng.
After finishing, Chi Cheng shook the vase and cast a mocking look at Wu Suowei.

"This is the first time I've seen someone pee so pleasurably."

Wu Suowei covered his head with the quilt.

Chi Cheng reached down again, "Let me shake you off."

Wu Suowei cried out for help, "Please don't, please don't!!!"

There was nothing Chi Cheng could do. Wu Suowei's lewd urination had aroused his
playful spirit. The more Wu Suowei couldn't bear it, the more Chi Cheng wanted to
stimulate his most sensitive areas.

The consequences were predictable. Wu Suowei was overwhelmed by the immense

pleasure, kicked his legs, and passed out.

He remained unconscious until the next morning, or the third morning if you count from
the evening. After more than twenty hours of sleep, his lower body finally returned to
normal.

When Wu Suowei awoke, his body was truly broken.

At that moment, he realized something.

"The scariest thing isn't breaking up, it's getting back together!!!"

CHAPTER 196
Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng stayed in Hawaii for more than two weeks. By the time they
came back, it was already the 17th day of the lunar month, and the Spring Festival was
completely over. All kinds of businesses had resumed work.

Wu Suowei’s company also officially reopened. Ever since Wu’s mom passed away,
almost all internal affairs of the company had been handled by Lin Yanrui. Wu Suowei
planned to extricate himself from these trivial matters and go out more to expand the
market, aiming to bring the company to a new stage of development.

Jiang Xiaoshuai also returned from his hometown after the New Year.
When Wu Suowei went to find him, he noticed that even though they both spent the
holiday, their mental states were on completely different levels. Jiang Xiaoshuai came
back looking fair and plump, while Wu Suowei looked tanned and skinny.

“How was the trip?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei replied blandly, “Just so-so.”

Just so-so? Jiang Xiaoshuai glanced sideways at Wu Suowei. Don’t be fooled by how
dark and thin he looked—those big eyes of his were noticeably brighter than before. For
Wu Suowei to come out of the grief of losing his mother in such a short time, it was clear
Chi Cheng had put in a lot of effort.

“How about you?” Wu Suowei asked.

Jiang Xiaoshuai spread his hands. “I’ve been the same as always!”

Wu Suowei leaned in and stared at Jiang Xiaoshuai. “Hey, there’s something I’ve always
wanted to ask you—have you and Guozi done it or not?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai feigned ignorance. “Done what?”

Wu Suowei pressed both fists together, his thumbs rubbing against each other—an old
and cheesy hand signal.

“This.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai burst out laughing and gave a particularly cold reply:

“No.”

Wu Suowei’s face fell. “What are you dawdling for?”

“I’m not even in a rush, why are you?”

Wu Suowei curled his lip and bluntly criticized Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Why are you being so pretentious? It’s not like you’re a virgin, and you’re not straight
either. Haven’t you heard that song? The sun sets and rises again tomorrow, the flowers
wither and bloom again next year, the beautiful little bird flies away without a trace, my
youthful little bird also won’t return… my youth…”

“Alright, alright!” Jiang Xiaoshuai cut him off. “Dude, what the hell does that song have
to do with what we’re talking about?”
“It does!” Wu Suowei explained, “Didn’t you hear the lyrics? Flowers wither and bloom
again next year—your chrysanthemum has opened and closed, closed and opened again,
for how many years now? If you don’t pluck that seedling soon, someone’s going to dig
it up.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was thoroughly embarrassed. Turns out no part of the human body can
afford to idle—let it rest and it’ll get dull.

Back when Wang Shuo came around, Wu Suowei’s mind was sharp as ever—strategic
and farsighted. But after being pampered for half a month, his brain had reverted to a
single track.

Suddenly Wu Suowei remembered something and nudged Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Hey, let me tell you something.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked at him, waiting for more.

Wu Suowei first gave a mysterious smile, then leaned into Jiang Xiaoshuai’s ear.

“I topped Chi Cheng.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed for a good while—not out of happiness for Wu Suowei, but
because he simply didn’t believe it.

“Really, I’m not lying.”

As he spoke, Wu Suowei pulled out his phone and played the secretly recorded audio clip
for Jiang Xiaoshuai.

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t understand.

“How does that prove you slept with him?”

Wu Suowei explained the whole process to Jiang Xiaoshuai.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was stunned when he heard it, because he knew the potency of that bottle
of aphrodisiac. Under those circumstances, if Wu Suowei couldn’t relieve his lust, it
made sense that Chi Cheng would willingly “sacrifice” himself.

It’s just… to imagine Mr. Tough Guy pinned underneath someone—it was too much to
accept!

“Holy crap, you’re seriously impressive,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Master and disciple clearly share the same mental wavelength.

Wu Suowei started bragging shamelessly, embellishing the whole scenario from his
imagination for Jiang Xiaoshuai, and reminded him along the way: “Don’t you dare tell
anyone else. That guy’s thin-skinned and can’t take jokes.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai nodded.

Then he asked Wu Suowei, “Do you think if I wanted to sleep with Guozi, he’d agree?”

Wu Suowei lit a cigarette and smiled.

“Not very likely.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face dropped. “Why?”

Wu Suowei slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. “Guozi’s such a manly guy. You think he’d
let you sleep with him?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai gritted his teeth. “Chi Cheng’s not manly? How come he let you sleep
with him?”

Wu Suowei shrugged. “Because I’m manlier than him!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai: “…”

They chatted about some random stuff, then Jiang Xiaoshuai brought it back.

“Hey, do you think Guozi’s big?”

Wu Suowei glared. “Dude, who are you asking? If I tell you he is, you’ll just get
insecure, right? Besides, hasn’t he taken off his pants in front of you? Don’t you know
how big he is?”

“I didn’t really pay attention.”

Actually, Jiang Xiaoshuai did look—he just didn’t want to admit it. He hoped that after
Wu Suowei had seen Chi Cheng’s “thing,” he’d scoff at Guo Chengyu’s, giving him
some psychological comfort.

But instead, Wu Suowei patted Jiang Xiaoshuai on the shoulder.

“Relax, it’s definitely big.”

Sweat formed on Jiang Xiaoshuai’s forehead.

Seeing his odd expression, Wu Suowei added, “Think about it. Back in school, their
classmates compared his and Chi Cheng’s sizes. They were practically the same! If you
can’t tell the difference by eye, the actual gap can’t be more than a centimeter.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face grew darker.

After a while, he squeezed out a sentence: “Is Chi Cheng’s thing big?”

Wu Suowei held his forehead. “Didn’t you see it too?”

Wu Suowei shouldn’t have brought it up. Once he did, Jiang Xiaoshuai flinched. After
all, he saw Guo Chengyu’s when it was soft, and Chi Cheng’s when it was “spirited”—
the visual impact was totally different.

Then Wu Suowei realized something.

“Hey, wait—you’re not afraid Guozi’s too fierce, so you don’t dare do it with him, are
you?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai immediately showed a disdainful expression. “Come on, you think your
master’s scared of that? If anything, I’d be the one doing him.”

“Then why do you care how big he is? You should be more worried about how tight his
butt is!” Wu Suowei said shamelessly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai realized now: proximity does change a person. That saying “one gets
influenced by those around them” was no joke. Back in the day, Wu Suowei was such an
innocent kid—he got kissed once and hid under the covers for days. And now? He talks
about dicks like it’s weather chat—calm and casual.

Wu Suowei added, “Size doesn’t determine skill. Some guys have wrists as thick as
baseball bats and still finish in under three seconds. Others are average size but strong as
dragons! Take me, for example! Chi Cheng’s so built, but didn’t I still top him?”

As he spoke, he waved his phone in Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face again.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was mortified. He seriously should gift Wu Suowei a silk banner to hang
in his office, with four big characters:

"Top once, switch the roles."

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked Wu Suowei again, “Based on your gut feeling, how good do you
think Guozi is?”

Wu Suowei wanted to say “definitely good,” but figured Jiang Xiaoshuai wouldn’t want
to hear it.
So he said, “Just average.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s expression softened.

Wu Suowei added, “Even if he’s fierce, can he be fiercer than Chi Cheng? I’m still alive,
aren’t I?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai broke into a sweat.

“Don’t worry,” Wu Suowei reassured him. “Guozi clearly looks like a gentle and patient
guy. Whether you top him or he tops you, you two will definitely be happy together. Just
go for it, and tell me all the details afterward.”

He ended with a wicked grin.

Jiang Xiaoshuai grimaced. “Get lost already.”

Wu Suowei said, “I really gotta go. And don’t you dare let anyone hear that audio clip! I
mean it!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai waved him off. “Alright, alright, I got it.”

Leaving the clinic, Wu Suowei happily headed to Chi Cheng’s place.

Lately, he’d been visiting Chi Cheng’s office more frequently. Now that business and
government were so intertwined, developing a business needed policy support. Plenty of
merchants spent fortunes bribing officials just to secure a project. Wu Suowei did the
reverse—he cozied up to the powerful to widen his financial path, and instead of giving
gifts, he took money back.

Since returning from Hawaii, Wu Suowei had made a new agreement with Chi Cheng.

From now on, all household finances would be managed by Wu Suowei. All of Chi
Cheng’s income—salary or gray income—had to be handed over. As Wu Suowei put it:
“To prevent your corruption,” but really, he was the one “corrupting” Chi Cheng’s
money.

He gave Chi Cheng only ten yuan a day in pocket money.

That meant if Chi Cheng got hungry and wanted a street pancake, he had to think twice
about how many eggs to add.

“President Wu, you’re here?” Xiao Zhang, from the office next to Chi Cheng’s, greeted
him.
Wu Suowei saw he was carrying a box and asked, “What’s that?”

“Oh, some fruit the higher-ups gave out.”

Wu Suowei looked envious. “You guys are so lucky, always getting free stuff.”

“Us low-level staff only get these tiny benefits. Can’t compare to big-shot general
managers like you. If you want fruit, you can just wave your hand and buy a whole
truck.”

“It’s not that exaggerated,” Wu Suowei said. “Even if I buy it, I give it to staff or send it
as gifts. No one’s ever given me anything in my life.”

“You’ve got everything already—what use is a gift to you?”

As they chatted, they entered the elevator.

Wu Suowei asked, “With all the gray income you government workers get, why do you
still act broke every day?”

Xiao Zhang said, “I don’t have any gray income. People like Chi Cheng are the ones with
that.”

Wu Suowei subtly probed.

“Where does most of his gray income come from?”

“…”

As they chatted, they arrived at Chi Cheng’s office.

When they opened the door, Chi Cheng was packing up to leave.

Wu Suowei immediately asked, “I heard your office gave out stuff?”

Chi Cheng didn’t even know. His gifts were usually delivered to him directly, and he
rarely went to collect them himself. Only when he saw the four fruit boxes nearby did he
realize something was given out.

“Yeah, go check if there’s anything you like.”

Wu Suowei looked—two boxes of grapes, two of pears. He didn’t like any of them.

He looked a bit disappointed.

Seeing his expression, Chi Cheng knew there was nothing he liked.
He walked over, opened the boxes, and picked up two boxes of grapes.

When they got in the car, Wu Suowei asked Chi Cheng, “You taking those to your
parents?”

Chi Cheng shook his head. “To Guozi. He likes grapes.”

Wu Suowei’s face darkened, but he said nothing.

After passing an intersection, Wu Suowei suddenly spoke.

“I like grapes too.”

Chi Cheng glanced sideways at him. He’s jealous again.

“I’ll take these to Guozi, and buy some more for you.”

“You got money?” Wu Suowei asked, hitting the nail on the head.

Chi Cheng reached into his coat pocket—didn’t find a cent—just pulled out a snack.

He tossed it to Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei looked—it was a bag of beef jerky, priced at ten yuan.

Instantly, his mood improved.

“Then let’s hurry up and take the grapes to Guozi!”

CHAPITRE 197
Not long after Wu Suowei left, Jiang Xiaoshuai went to find Guo Chengyu.

Guo Chengyu was busy selling off the snakes in the snake park, and was also planning to
sell the land. Jiang Xiaoshuai found it strange and asked him, “Why are you selling it just
like that?”

“Short on cash lately,” Guo Chengyu said.

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t believe it. “You ever have a time when you’re short on money?”

“I bought two apartments. Or more accurately, I bought one and got another as a gift.”
“You already have so many properties, and you’re still buying?”

Guo Chengyu said, “Bought it for you.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai thought he was joking, but when he met Guo Chengyu’s gaze, he
suddenly realized it was real.

“Wait… Guo Chengyu, don’t you f***ing try this on me. I’ve got my own place!”

Guo Chengyu said nothing.

“I’m telling you, even if that other one’s for free, I don’t want it. Give it to whoever you
want!”

Guo Chengyu finally spoke, “Relax. The free one’s already been given away. No need to
think about it.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t help asking, “Given to who?”

“Yue Yue.”

“Yue Yue? How are you involved with her? Wait a minute…” Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly
thought of something, his eyes lit up. “Don’t tell me you were the one who hired Yue
Yue?”

“Who else?” Guo Chengyu said with a smirk.

“So all this time, she was really being hidden by you. No wonder Wu Suowei couldn’t
find her even with all his connections. You’re too shady!” Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t
understand, “Why did you hire her to stir up trouble?”

“Who said I hired her to stir up trouble?” Guo Chengyu retorted. “Her appearance wasn’t
necessarily a bad thing for Wu Suowei, was it?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was frozen, unable to speak.

Guo Chengyu added, “Wang Shuo schemed against me for seven years. Me stabbing him
once — not too much to ask, right?”

Once again, Jiang Xiaoshuai felt Guo Chengyu was dangerous. This kind of person never
forgets a grudge. If you mess with him, he’ll find a way to stab you in the back — and
you won’t even know it happened.

“How can you be sure that after Chi Cheng finds out about this, he won’t just dump Wu
Suowei in a fit of rage? Or did you never care what happens to Wu Suowei, and just
wanted our buddy to know the truth?”
“If I wanted Chi Cheng to know the truth, I would’ve told him long ago. Why wait till
that day?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai still didn’t believe him. “Then how can you be sure Chi Cheng will
definitely break up with Wang Shuo after seeing this?”

“You gave me the idea.”

“Me?” Jiang Xiaoshuai was shocked.

Guo Chengyu asked, “Remember Meng Tao?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s sharp brows furrowed. “Why bring him up now?”

“How did you finally get over him?” Guo Chengyu hinted.

Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly understood. In the three years since Meng Tao abandoned him,
he had obsessed over that scumbag. It wasn’t until Meng Tao came back and everything
was laid bare that he was finally ripped from Jiang Xiaoshuai’s heart completely.

Come to think of it, weren’t these two situations the same in nature?

Guo Chengyu continued, “Wang Shuo is a clever man. His whole game is carefully
calculated. Disappearing without a word back then tied Chi Cheng down for six years.
Now that he’s back, he borrows others’ hands to clear his name, claiming everything
back then was just a misunderstanding, trying to rekindle things with Chi Cheng. But
those six years — he really only had one goal: to eliminate me, the biggest threat.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “Then his patience is insane. That’s six whole years!”

“So what? He made it to Beijing and still managed to wait patiently for six months.
What’s six years to him?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t imagine how twisted this person’s mind must be.

“In those six months, his plan was airtight. First, he scouted out everyone’s situation.
Then waited for someone to ‘accidentally’ find him. Then used Wu Suowei to clear his
name, all the while undermining Wu Suowei, creating emotional rifts between them. It
looked seamless, perfect — but the big picture was flawed from the start.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai followed Guo Chengyu’s logic.

“He always thought getting back something you lost is a blessing, but never considered
the other view — that the best things are those you never had. His value to Chi Cheng
was in being ‘lost.’ Wu Suowei broke that illusion, and now Wang Shuo means nothing
to Chi Cheng.”
“Exactly.” Guo Chengyu nodded. “But I didn’t think that alone was strong enough, so I
added Yue Yue to the mix. In that situation, Wang Shuo’s issue was settled. Chi Cheng
had no lingering feelings for him. And if the Yue Yue incident got exposed, and Chi
Cheng believed it, then Wu Suowei would become someone who ‘didn’t get, and also
lost’ — instantly increasing his value in Chi Cheng’s eyes. Could Chi Cheng not care
deeply at that moment? Tell me — is there a better time to reveal the truth? If you
confess earlier, it’s just a stone left in Chi Cheng’s heart. But if you wait and reveal it
now, it turns a weakness into a strength — a weapon you control, maximizing impact. I
think Wu Suowei gets that too.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai used to think his emotional intelligence was high, but now, compared to
Guo Chengyu, he felt like a total novice.

Still, one thing bugged him.

“So are you doing all this more to get revenge on Wang Shuo, or to make our buddy
happy?”

Guo Chengyu pinched his cheek with a smile. “What do you think?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai slammed the table. “Damn you! You gave away an apartment for Chi
Cheng’s happiness? I bet the one you gave Yue Yue is the one you bought, and mine’s
the freebie!”

“You ever seen someone buy a 3–4 million apartment and throw in a 60–70 million one
for free?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai ignored the 60–70 million part and latched onto the 3–4 million.

“Damn! You gave that woman 3–4 million for free?”

Guo Chengyu comforted him. “Taking a loss is a blessing. Some people may not be
powerful, but don’t mess with them — especially those with constant bad luck. Besides,
Yue Yue’s had it rough. She got schemed by Wu Suowei for so long and now has to live
on edge. One apartment isn’t much.”

“You just wanted to shut her up so Chi Cheng could have peace of mind, didn’t you?
You’re scared your buddy might get stabbed in the back, huh?” Jiang Xiaoshuai pressed.

Guo Chengyu sighed. “Why don’t you just say I hired Yue Yue to break up Wu Suowei
and Chi Cheng, and when that failed, I came up with this far-fetched excuse?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai huffed, “Sounds like you did. Maybe you gave me this apartment just to
shut me up too. That way, I’d have no complaints after taking your stuff.”
“Yeah, exactly,” Guo Chengyu said deliberately. “I sold the snake park because it had no
more use. I only built it as a sacrificial place for Chi Cheng’s snakes.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face darkened. “Guo Chengyu, take that apartment back right now.
Give it to whoever you want. I don’t want it!”

“The title deed’s already in your name. If you want to pay over 3 million in transfer fees,
I won’t stop you.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

Guo Chengyu grabbed him and pulled him into his arms, gripping his face, staring at him.

“Stop messing with me, okay? Keep pissing me off like this and I’ll really dump you.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai provoked him on purpose. “Please do. Hurry up and find someone else.”

“Meng Tao ran off from me,” Guo Chengyu said with ill intent. “Think he might climb
up to your window in the middle of the night?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai froze slightly, glaring back at him, trying to stay calm.

“Don’t be creepy! He’s not even dead!”

“But he’s crippled,” Guo Chengyu said. “He’s basically like a walking corpse. Blank
stare, rambling speech.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s gaze wavered. “Quit freaking me out!”

Guo Chengyu placed a hand on the back of his neck, feeling his pounding heartbeat.

“Who’s scaring you? His parents came. Think how they’d feel seeing their son like this?
‘Who ruined my son? I’ll cut him to pieces!’”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s heart pounded uncontrollably, but he started self-soothing.

He’s just trying to scare you! Don’t be afraid — that’s what he wants!

After a few minutes, Jiang Xiaoshuai’s breathing calmed.

“I’m going home now. Goodbye!”

He walked to the door with his head high and gave Guo Chengyu a “don’t worry” smile.

Guo Chengyu really wanted to take him right there at the door, but figured he’d already
waited this long — no rush.
That night, Jiang Xiaoshuai got home and felt cold drafts everywhere.

He turned on all the lights.

Then — a face appeared at the window.

Jiang Xiaoshuai shrieked and collapsed against the wall.

But then, the face vanished.

After a long while, his blood pressure finally returned to normal.

Trembling, he walked to the window and dared to peek out. No one.

So that face just now…

He broke out in goosebumps.

As he panicked and rushed into the bedroom, a poster blown by the wind floated quietly
onto the street below.

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t watch TV or touch his computer. He dove straight under the
covers.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, there came a clanging knock at the door.

Startled, he sat up — but the knocking stopped.

Then, as he pulled the covers over his head, the knocking returned — this time, with an
eerie woman’s cry.

“My son, my good son… how could your life be so bitter…”

Jiang Xiaoshuai sweated buckets under the blankets.

Outside, Li Wang yawned.

Guo Chengyu was something else — not letting people sleep, making him play a
recording in the hallway, which he’d paid 500 yuan for some fruit vendor auntie to voice.

And it had to be played every 10 minutes — ten times total.

By the ninth time, Jiang Xiaoshuai was already on the verge of collapse.

By the tenth time, he fell off the bed.

Li Wang completed his task and left.

As soon as he did, Jiang Xiaoshuai stumbled into the elevator.

CHAPITRE 198
Jiang Xiaoshuai had just raised his hand, about to knock on the door, when it opened.

Guo Chengyu's face appeared in front of him.

Jiang Xiaoshuai had intended to knock, and use the waiting time to stabilize his emotions
and think of a good excuse to stay for the night. He hadn’t expected Guo Chengyu to
open the door right away, giving him no buffer. All his fear and unease were laid bare
before him.

In that instant, anger, grievance, and unwillingness surged up together. Jiang Xiaoshuai
abandoned all pretenses and roared at Guo Chengyu, unrestrained.

"Guo Chengyu, f*** your grandpa, are you addicted to toying with people? Targeting
others’ weaknesses—what the hell, you enjoy that? Huh? You enjoy it?" He shouted
while throwing punches and kicks at Guo Chengyu.

Guo Chengyu didn’t get angry, didn’t fight back, just let Jiang Xiaoshuai vent. When he
was done, Guo wrapped an arm around him and directly carried him into the room.

Guo Chengyu finally got what he wanted—Jiang Xiaoshuai in his bed.

But instead of eagerly pouncing on him, he quietly lay on his side and watched him.

Jiang Xiaoshuai wore a plain cotton shirt, and his whole face looked especially clean.
Calmed down, the lines of his side profile were soft. His slightly upturned lips held a
trace of pride.

Maybe he just realized it now, or perhaps he had known all along—finally unable to hold
back, Jiang Xiaoshuai turned his face, a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

“What are you staring at me for?”

Guo Chengyu reached out and caressed Jiang Xiaoshuai’s smooth cheek, despite his
resistance.

“I like you.”
Jiang Xiaoshuai averted his eyes and awkwardly looked at the ceiling.

“Who the hell don’t you like?”

Guo Chengyu grinned mischievously and pulled Jiang Xiaoshuai into his arms with one
arm.

“You’re the first person I’ve liked.”

He was telling the truth.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was the first person to stir his emotional nerves, the one who made him
willingly wait patiently, carefully observe his feelings, and savor the psychological
impact of his every move.

But Jiang Xiaoshuai replied, “You’re not my first.”

“No problem,” Guo Chengyu said generously, “Being your last is fine too.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai, who had been trying hard to keep a straight face, finally broke into a
smile.

“That’s disgustingly corny!”

“What part’s corny? Come, I’ll cure it for you.”

As he said that, Guo Chengyu began tickling Jiang Xiaoshuai.

That really drove Jiang Xiaoshuai nuts—he was incredibly ticklish. Even with Guo
Chengyu not going all out, he still couldn’t take it. He rolled all over the bed, laughing
wildly until his face was red and he was gasping for breath while cursing, like a little
lunatic in a frenzy.

People had seen ticklish types, but never anyone this ticklish.

Guo Chengyu said, “Someone as sensitive as you must have a strong desire for sex,
right?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t shy away. “Yeah, I really want it. I’ve wanted to f*** you for a
long time.”

Guo Chengyu playfully pinched Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face.

“Look at you, talking in your sleep again.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai had a forehead full of black lines.

“How is that sleep talk? You can have those thoughts, but I can’t? What do I lack
compared to you?”

Guo Chengyu put on an innocent face. “I’m not saying you can’t. Everyone’s allowed to
fantasize. No matter how capable I am, I can’t control your mind, can I?”

The more Jiang Xiaoshuai listened, the more off he felt. Finally, in frustration, he sold
Wu Suowei out.

“Chi Cheng already slept with Wu Suowei—why can’t you sleep with me for once?”

Guo Chengyu’s face changed instantly. “What did you say?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai expected Guo Chengyu to be agitated by the news, but the extreme
reaction still made him a bit uncomfortable.

“He got slept with—what are you so worked up about?”

Guo Chengyu chuckled bitterly. “I’m not agitated. I just want to know, where did you
hear such a rumor?”

“Rumor?” Jiang Xiaoshuai looked proud of his disciple. “The person involved said it
himself—how is that a rumor?”

“The person involved? Which one? That iron-headed guy again? You actually believe
him? Even if he said it, I bet Chi Cheng tricked him. I know Chi Cheng too well—he’s
tougher than steel, no way he’d bend.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t argue—he went straight for the evidence.

He played a recording he’d secretly copied from Wu Suowei’s phone. He didn’t mean to
betray his disciple—this was just an emergency.

After playing it, he even explained the events before and after.

Guo Chengyu had broken the perfume bottle himself, and he’d felt the effects of the
aphrodisiac too. He should’ve believed it more than Jiang Xiaoshuai. But after listening,
he immediately recognized it as a clip taken out of context.

“Now do you believe it?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Guo Chengyu nodded. “Yeah, I believe it.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai quickly warned him, “You must never tell Chi Cheng! Otherwise, Da
Wei could be in danger.”
“Relax. I’m not a blabbermouth like someone.”

“Who are you calling a blabbermouth?” Jiang Xiaoshuai glared.

Guo Chengyu bit his ear.

Jiang Xiaoshuai flinched, his muscles instantly tense.

“I’m telling you, I’m just staying the night. Don’t even think about taking advantage of
me in my sleep. Until we agree on the roles, you’d better leash that d*** of yours!”

“Say those last two words again,” Guo Chengyu loved hearing Jiang Xiaoshuai curse.

It flowed smoothly in a sentence, but isolated—it was hard for Jiang Xiaoshuai to say it
outright.

“Go to sleep!”

He pulled the blanket over his eyes, leaving only his smooth forehead exposed.

Guo Chengyu lovingly kissed his forehead and didn’t go any further. Truthfully, the
reason he could restrain himself was mostly that he didn’t want Jiang Xiaoshuai to hurt.
In his heart, Jiang Xiaoshuai was like an untouched little daisy—delicate and pure,
deserving of careful nurturing.

The next afternoon, Chi Cheng was returning from accompanying his superior on an
inspection. On the way back, he wanted to smoke but realized he didn’t have a lighter, so
he pulled up at a shop.

He grabbed two bags of orchid peanuts.

At the register, he said, “One lighter too.”

The cashier said, “That’ll be 11.”

“How much is the lighter?” Chi Cheng asked.

“Two yuan each.”

“Can’t I get it for one?” he said. “I don’t have small change.”

The cashier was nice. “No problem. I can break a big bill.”

Chi Cheng paused. “Then give me a box of matches.”

By the time he drove back, it was already dark. Rush hour traffic was in full swing, so he
decided to take a backroad. That road was notorious for prostitutes—by that hour,
middle-aged women all dolled up were already out looking for clients.

Maybe Chi Cheng gave off too much of a “first-time” vibe. A woman in her thirties
stepped into the street to block his car.

Chi Cheng hit the brakes. Rolling down the window, he caught a strong scent of cheap
makeup.

The woman smiled, “Hey handsome, come in and have some fun. We’ve got all kinds of
services.”

“Got anything for free?” Chi Cheng asked.

The woman’s face froze.

Chi Cheng hit the gas. Dust flew up two meters high, covering her from head to toe.

In the end, that box of matches got left behind at the office.

That evening, Wu Suowei had a company dinner and couldn’t eat with Chi Cheng. Chi
Cheng had no cash left, so he headed to Guo Chengyu’s for dinner.

In front of Guo’s villa, the path was paved with cobblestones. Chi Cheng casually picked
up two stones, struck them together, sparks flew, and he lit his cigarette off them.

Then he casually tossed the stones aside.

Stylish as hell.

Guo Chengyu was waiting at the door and saw the whole thing.

He squinted playfully. “Trying to look cool just to light a smoke?”

“If you were as broke as me, you’d do it too.”

“What do you mean?” Guo didn’t get it.

Chi Cheng calmly and shamelessly explained his pocket-money dilemma.

Guo Chengyu laughed at him for a while.

Then Chi Cheng turned the tables. “Jiang Xiaoshuai came over last night, didn’t he?”

“Yup, came on his own.”

Guo Chengyu sounded a bit smug.

Chi Cheng threw him a mocking look. “Didn’t seal the deal, huh?”

“How’d you know?”

Chi Cheng sneered. “I saw his ID card in your bed. Figured he stayed over. If you’d
really f***ed him, he wouldn’t have walked outta that room.”

“You’ve got sharp eyes.”

Chi Cheng gave Guo a solid whack on the back of the neck.

“I seriously wanna f*** him for you!”

Guo nudged Chi Cheng’s stomach with his elbow. The two of them laughed their way to
the dining room.

During dinner, Guo Chengyu kept piling food onto Chi Cheng’s plate, as if afraid he
wouldn’t eat enough. Actually, Chi Cheng always ate well—Wu Suowei never dared to
skimp on his meals.

After all, a strong body is the foundation of a happy sex life.

Midway through dinner, Guo Chengyu suddenly remembered something.

“Hey, I heard Wu Suowei slept with you?”

Chi Cheng choked on his wine.

“Who told you that?”

Guo didn’t say—just played the recording he’d secretly gotten from Jiang Xiaoshuai.

Chi Cheng listened and then, without a word, downed the rest of his drink in one gulp.

CHAPITRE 199
Before Chi Cheng left, Guo Chengyu handed him a card.

"I've got some money on this card. Just withdraw it when you need it."
A faint smile played on Chi Cheng's lips. "Come on, isn't it easy to get some money
behind his back? I just enjoy seeing him calculating and calculating. I'm just trying to
coax him."

Guo Chengyu patted Chi Cheng on the shoulder.

"Your kid is really hard to coax."

When Chi Cheng arrived at the hotel, Wu Suowei happened to be walking out, his
shoulders hunched, and it was obvious he'd been drinking quite a bit.

Company banquets for leaders and group gatherings usually took place at this hotel. Over
time, the cleaning lady even knew Wu Suowei.

Every time she saw him, she'd ask, "Boss Wu, do you have a girlfriend?"

Wu Suowei replied, "No, please find me one."

He usually answered like this when Chi Cheng wasn't around, and he did the same today
when Chi Cheng was there.

After getting in the car, Chi Cheng scooped him up into his arms, forcing his legs apart.
Before he could react, he was treated to a delicious dish: tiger claw stewed with golden
eggs.

Wu Suowei howled in pain.

"No partner, huh?" Chi Cheng's low, muffled voice echoed from behind.

Wu Suowei cried out in pain and begged for mercy.

"Yes, yes, yes, I was wrong."

Seeing Wu Suowei's eyelashes shrunken in pain, Chi Cheng finally let him go.

"Next time you say that, I'll fuck you in the car, then shove your upper body out the
window and make you moan to that aunt. Let her learn this lesson and never ask
questions she shouldn't."

Wu Suowei squeezed his legs together for a long time before the pain subsided. Under
normal circumstances, he would have been sulking all the way home. But today, he'd
been drinking, and afterward, he was incredibly generous. Even after the pain, he didn't
hold a grudge and continued chatting and laughing with Chi Cheng.

After a shower, Wu Suowei sat on his bed, crunching on some orchid beans.
"Eat less before bed, save them for tomorrow."

Wu Suowei said, "Eat them while they're still crisp, or they'll be peeling by tomorrow."

"Don't worry, with the dry weather in Beijing, they won't be peeling by next week." Chi
Cheng made a move to snatch them away.

Wu Suowei refused to let go. "I was just drinking and didn't eat much."

"That won't do either. Give it to me," Chi Cheng said emphatically.

Wu Suowei said pitifully, "Can I have just one last one? Just one."

Chi Cheng raised his chin, signaling Wu Suowei to eat quickly.

Wu Suowei picked out the largest one, peeled it, and stuffed it neatly into Chi Cheng's
mouth, tucking half a finger into it.

And so, Wu Suowei finished the remaining half bag of orchid beans as he wished.

Ever since learning Wu Suowei was color blind, Chi Cheng had taken him to the hospital
numerous times. Since there's no cure for color blindness, Chi Cheng not only took Wu
Suowei to regular consultations but also gave him acupressure massages before bed every
night.

Wu Suowei, frustrated by the hassle, threw himself down on the bed and refused to move.

"I'm sleepy."

Without another word, Chi Cheng yanked him up and told him to sit still.

Wu Suowei said impatiently, "I've been doing this for over twenty years and it doesn't
bother me! Why do you have to recognize so many colors? Fewer will save you from
blurry eyes."

"What's the point of having these big eyes if you can't even distinguish the colors of the
petals and leaves in a bouquet of flowers?"

Wu Suowei said, "I can wear color-blindness correction glasses! They'll let me
distinguish red from green."

Chi Cheng's face darkened even more when he heard this.

"Absolutely not! What if these beautiful eyes get distorted? Wu Suowei couldn't resist
hitting, scolding, or tossing around, but he couldn't resist the compliments. At the mere
mention of "beautiful," his heart began to bubble.
"Okay, give me a massage."

Chi Cheng sat behind Wu Suowei, placing two fingers two centimeters below his eyes
and gently massaging. After completing a set of procedures, he patiently began to test Wu
Suowei's color blindness, starting with the simplest picture.

"Are the left and right sides of this picture the same color?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei could already detect a slight color difference.

"The left one seems darker than the right one," Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng, worried that Wu Suowei was just blind, pulled out another picture of the
same color.

"What about this one? Are the left and right sides the same color?"

Wu Suowei was distressed. "I can't tell with this one."

Still worried, Chi Cheng pulled out another picture with a different color on top and
bottom.

Deliberately asking, "What about this one? Are the left and right sides the same color?" "

Wu Suowei stared at the chess pieces for a moment, his expression uncertain.

"Why do I feel like the colors on the top and bottom are different?"

Chi Cheng finally smiled... After more than half a month of treatment, Wu Suowei's color
blindness had improved considerably. Before, when he flipped through these catalogs, his
eyes were filled with a dull gray. Now, while the gray was still mostly gray, the gray had
become more layered.

When returning the color blindness test catalog to the drawer, Chi Cheng discovered a
small mushroom-shaped lighter nestled inside. The packaging was still unopened, making
it clear it was a gift for him.

In fact, this was the main reason Chi Cheng was willing to take the ten yuan allowance; it
would keep the person who managed the money thinking about him constantly.

Chi Cheng deliberately asked Wu Suowei, "What is this?"

Wu Suowei said, "A lighter."

"A JB brand lighter?"

Wu Suowei's gaze rested on the small mushroom for a moment before he understood
what Chi Cheng meant.

"What the hell? It's a small mushroom!!" "

"Why do I look like a dick?" Chi Cheng teased.

Wu Suowei snorted, "Why don't you look like a dick?"

Chi Cheng placed the lighter on the small wooden egg. It was neither too big nor too
small, the perfect size.

"Now it's all together."

Wu Suowei's face was sullen at first, but then, seeing how Chi Cheng paired the two
things together and how they really looked, he shamelessly laughed along.

Chi Cheng toyed with the lighter and jokingly said, "I really want to stick this up your ass
and burn you to a crisp."

Wu Suowei, his alcohol intoxicating, replied loudly.

"How can I fuck you if you're burnt?"

Chi Cheng pulled Wu Suowei into his arms with a fierce gesture, his voice like thunder
crashing into Wu Suowei's ears.

"I won't fuck you if you're burnt, I'll just eat you." "

Wu Suowei's cheeks flushed, and he tilted his head, glancing at Chi Cheng with a
seductive, flirtatious sidelong glance.

At that moment, Chi Cheng's toned chest muscles contained not a heart but a fireball. He
needed to exert his willpower, desperately pouring water into it, to quench the raging
flames.

Seeing Chi Cheng hesitate, Wu Suowei maliciously raised his foot towards Chi Cheng's
face.

Chi Cheng's deep voice commanded, "Get you, little slut!"

Wu Suowei was shameless after drinking. The more Chi Cheng tried to stop him, the
more he tried to rub his foot against Chi Cheng's mouth. Finally, Chi Cheng threw him
hard onto the bed, still laughing non-stop.

"Having fun, huh?" Chi Cheng glared.

Wu Suowei nodded. "Very much."

"I see you're quite happy today."

Wu Suowei smiled broadly. "Very well." "

Chi Cheng laughed along, but his laughter wasn't funny.

"Sending my recorded audio around, I finally got to feel like a man. How could it not be
wonderful?"

Wu Suowei nodded perfunctorily at first, but then something started to seem off. The
smile faded, and a chill ran down his spine. One look at Chi Cheng's face, and the master
immediately became a slave.

"How did you know?" he asked Chi Cheng hesitantly.

Chi Cheng said quietly, "Someone transferred the audio to my phone."

Wu Suowei vividly portrayed the expression of someone fleeing from justice,

accompanied by a couple of dry laughs. "Hey, what a coincidence?" He turned and
leaped to the ground.

But Chi Cheng grabbed hold of the little slut.

"It seems I can't stop you." "

Wu Suowei cried out as his mouth was filled with Chi Cheng's massive dragon.

One can imagine the pain of holding his mouth in the same position as that first double-
decker for so long! And Chi Cheng's was not only large, but also lasted a long time. Wu
Suowei toiled for a long time, but apart from getting bigger, there was no breakthrough.

So, the actor began to act again.

Wu Suowei's eyebrows were knitted together, and wrinkles formed around his eyelids.
His gaze was fixed on a single point, filled with forbearance and pain. His throat kept
taut. A hoarse whimper emanated from his lips, the rhythmic in-and-out melody a
poignant, tale of bitterness and suffering.

This expression aroused Chi Cheng, whose lust intensified. He grasped the back of Wu
Suowei's head with his large hand and pressed it hard.

Then, Wu Suowei's expression was no longer feigned;

After one round, Wu Suowei burst into tears. His greatest feeling at that moment was
this: a friend's reliability isn't determined by the depth of their friendship, but by whether
they're a chatterbox.

Chi Cheng pinched Wu Suowei's chin and asked, "Is your husband's penis big?"

Wu Suowei was a bit stunned by the word "husband," and, thanks to the alcohol, it took
him a while to react. What husband? Who was the husband?

"I'm asking you a question." Chi Cheng turned Wu Suowei's face towards his own dragon
and asked, "Is your husband's penis big enough?" "

Wu Suowei gave a rather astonishing answer.

"Unparalleled."

Chi Cheng laughed heartily, hugging Wu Suowei and kissing him several times.

"Are you full?"

Wu Suowei nodded hurriedly.

Chi Cheng let Wu Suowei hold his huge cock in his hand, and whispered in his ear,
"What else can I do?"

Wu Suowei thought to himself: Do you ever run out of energy? It seems like you're
always getting it. Luckily, you only fuck men. If it were women, the streets would be full
of your sons.

Chi Cheng rubbed his foot against the inside of Wu Suowei's buttocks, then asked, "Is
that little mouth down there full?"

Wu Suowei said nothing. He hadn't even been eating, so how could he be full?

"I'll give you a chance to make amends. If you can help Guozi capture your master
quickly, we'll find another mouth." Wu Suowei nodded, not because he succumbed to Chi
Cheng's tyranny, but because he simply wanted to send Jiang Xiaoshuai to Guo
Chengyu's bed.
 CHAPITRE 200
The next morning, Wu Suowei’s cheeks were swollen.

Eating hurt, speaking hurt, even swallowing his own saliva made him want to cry.

If it were anyone else, they would’ve been whining already. But for the optimistic Wu
Suowei, his first reaction wasn’t to complain—it was to secretly rejoice.

“Thank goodness I finished those two bags of spicy broad beans yesterday. Otherwise, I
wouldn’t be able to chew them today.”

Over the next two days, Wu Suowei had been secretly plotting how to trick Jiang
Xiaoshuai. He was far more cautious than Jiang Xiaoshuai had been. When Jiang
Xiaoshuai tricked him, he relied completely on inspiration, trying every method over the
course of five days, and still ended up getting played by Guo Chengyu. Wu Suowei
didn’t fight battles he wasn’t confident in. He spent a lot of time planning, sharpening his
axe before chopping wood—he’d only strike when everything was in place, aiming to
win in one move.

Every morning before going out, Wu Suowei would check the almanac. Today was no
exception.

“Auspicious for hunting.”

Perfect! Today was the day. Wu Suowei armed himself fully and went to the clinic.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was cleaning the examination room when he saw someone walk in
wearing a face mask.

“Do you have a cold?” he asked politely.

Wu Suowei lifted his upper eyelids, revealing his recognizable big eyes. Only then did
Jiang Xiaoshuai realize who it was.

“Wait... why are you dressed like this?”

He reached to remove Wu Suowei’s mask, but Wu Suowei blocked him.

“It’s fine. We disinfect the clinic daily, no need to worry about germs.”

Wu Suowei opened his mouth with difficulty. “It’s not about germs.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai noticed Wu Suowei’s swollen cheeks and asked, “Is it mumps?”

Wu Suowei waved his hand, leaned against the exam table with a pained expression.
“What’s going on?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked, concern in his eyes.

Wu Suowei’s eyes were full of unspoken sorrow.

Jiang Xiaoshuai became anxious. “Say something!”

Wu Suowei said, “I think I want to break up with Chi Cheng.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was stunned. “Why?”

“I can’t bear his abuse anymore.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked suspicious. “Abuse? Or... a sweet punishment? You’re not just
here pretending to complain while secretly showing off again, are you?”

Wu Suowei let out a bitter laugh.

“What is there to show off?”

Still skeptical, Jiang Xiaoshuai pressed, “So how is he abusing you?”

Wu Suowei sighed. “Feelings really can’t stand the test of time.”

“It’s only been a few days! Last time you were here bragging about how Chi Cheng was
willing to bottom for you. Now time’s suddenly so cruel it already tested your
relationship?”

“Actually, we’ve had problems for a while now. I just haven’t said anything.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked ready to listen.

Wu Suowei didn’t exaggerate too much. With a helpless tone, he said, “Ever since we got
back from Hawaii, his attitude towards me changed. When we first got back together, he
was super patient and indulged me in everything. After we returned, he’s constantly
picking on me.”

“In Hawaii, I was worried about getting tanned, and he told me, ‘A bit of tan is healthy.
With your looks, you’d still be a hunk even darker.’ But after I got tanned, he started
mocking me every day, saying my face looked like a scorched donkey egg. Said it made
him uncomfortable.”

“And during the New Year, I wanted to eat and drink, and he didn’t stop me. Said a bit of
weight gain was no big deal. But the moment I gained two pounds, he forced me to work
out, said if I got any fatter, he couldn’t get hard looking at me. Even complained about
my performance in bed, telling me to watch porn to learn.”
Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed, clearly unsympathetic.

“I think this just means your relationship has entered a new phase. When your family was
having issues, of course he comforted you. That was all fluff. This new attitude? That’s
the real stuff. Harsh, but honest. No more secrets—just how it is.”

“You don’t understand.” Wu Suowei’s mood didn’t improve. “Even if the romance has
faded, you can still feel care and love in the little things. But now, I feel nothing. He’s
bored with me. Most of the time, he’s just going through the motions.”

“You’re being too sensitive.” Jiang Xiaoshuai patted Wu Suowei’s shoulder. “People in
love tend to overthink. Don’t be so quick to judge. You’re only seeing one side. Think of
Wang Shuo—he was the perfect example back then.”

Wu Suowei shook his head. “Even if Wang Shuo hadn’t left, they wouldn’t have lasted.
Maybe he sensed the relationship was falling apart—that’s why he acted that way.”

“I think what you guys need is more communication.”

“He can’t even be bothered to listen to me anymore.”

“Relationships are subtle things. Hot and cold moments all come down to a thought.
Testosterone levels vary. What you perceive as disinterest might just be a hormonal dip.
Relationships are like heartbeats—there are ups and downs. If you want it to last, you
can’t expect it to stay flat. There have to be highs and lows.”

Wu Suowei thought: Look at this guy, acting like he’s some relationship guru.

To shut Jiang Xiaoshuai up, Wu Suowei dropped a bomb.

“This low has gone too far. You know, back then during sex, he always made sure I got
off first—he wouldn’t climax until I did. Now? He doesn’t even bother with foreplay.
Half the time I have to prep myself. After he finishes, he’s done with me.”

That shut Jiang Xiaoshuai up. Wu Suowei rarely talked about sex. He was a man—
straight, even—so if he brought up words like “foreplay” and “prep,” things had to be
bad.

Jiang Xiaoshuai frowned. “It’s really gotten that bad? That’s too much. Are you sure you
haven’t pissed him off? Maybe he’s doing it out of spite?”

“Even so, does he have to hit me?” Wu Suowei said carefully.

Jiang Xiaoshuai froze. “What did you say?”

Just then someone walked into the clinic, so Wu Suowei quickly pulled off his mask to
show his swollen cheeks, then just as quickly covered back up. Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t
push further with someone else around.

Wu Suowei said, “Yesterday my foot accidentally touched his pillow. He told me to wash
it, I didn’t, and he hit me.”

His acting was incredibly convincing—tears and all. He’d been practicing the crying
scene at home, which had Chi Cheng constantly worried, thinking Wu Suowei was
actually upset.

Jiang Xiaoshuai slammed the table. “What the hell?!”

Wu Suowei choked, “How would I know? He’s just picking on me for no reason. Said
my feet were dirty. But they’re not! It’s just tan from Hawaii. He just hates how dark I
am!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked like he wanted to punch someone.

“Who the hell is he to call you dirty? We let his crap slide, and now he pulls this?”

Wu Suowei added, “And he’s always comparing me to you. Says your skin is fair, your
body’s perfect. Then says when I stand next to you, I don’t even look human.”

Even the average-looking guy nearby couldn’t stay quiet.

“Who? That guy doesn’t know how to talk. I think you’re better looking than Dr. Jiang!
Dr. Jiang has that refined charm, but you’re the sunny, energetic type.”

Wu Suowei looked at the guy gratefully. Your heart’s getting prettier.

Jiang Xiaoshuai agreed, “Yeah, I think you’ve got more style. What the hell’s his
problem?”

“He just likes you. Men like what’s close by. He’s sick of me. You’re newer, fresher.”

“Don’t drag me into this. He’s just trying to make you jealous,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said,
annoyed. “You know what? Don’t go back to his place for a few days. Stay with me.
Let’s see how he reacts.”

That night, Wu Suowei really did stay over.

He put his phone on silent and ignored Chi Cheng’s calls. When Jiang Xiaoshuai went to
shower, Wu Suowei snuck onto the balcony to call Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng asked, “Where are you?”

Wu Suowei glanced nervously at the bathroom. “Making amends.”

“Making amends or digging yourself deeper?” Chi Cheng sounded annoyed. “Why
couldn’t you talk to him earlier? Why wait till midnight?”

“This is part of the plan. You have to cooperate.”

“Find someone else. I’m not playing along. I just want to fuck you right now.”

Wu Suowei blushed. “This has to be you. You’re doing it whether you like it or not.”

“Well, I’m doing you whether you like it or not.”

“Can’t you take a break for a few days?”

“Can you go days without eating?”

“That’s not the same! Not eating can kill you. No sex won’t.”

“It will. Your two soft buns are my spiritual sustenance. I’ll starve without them.”

Just as Wu Suowei was about to snap, Jiang Xiaoshuai walked out of the bathroom—
caught off guard.

Wu Suowei immediately switched gears. “Why are you like this? We haven’t seen each
other all day, and I call and you’re annoyed? If I didn’t miss you, would I call? Can’t you
brush your teeth later?”

“He hung up,” he said to Jiang Xiaoshuai.

In reality, Chi Cheng was still listening—and fuming.

Then Wu Suowei faked a call to a nonexistent number, getting no answer repeatedly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai snatched his phone. “Are you an idiot? You’re the type to lose all self-
respect once you fall in love. I let you stay here to give him the cold shoulder—and now
you’re calling him? What are you doing to yourself?!”

Wu Suowei stubbornly tried to grab the phone back. “Give it! I have to get through. I
want to know what he’s thinking.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai refused. “No calling. If anyone’s calling, it’s me.”

He stormed into another room and slammed the door, fuming. Then he called Chi Cheng.
It went through instantly.
“Chi Cheng, are you even a man? You hit Da Wei?! I used to think you were decent—
turns out you’re garbage!”

Chi Cheng replied coolly, “Xiaoshuai?”

For some reason, Jiang Xiaoshuai felt weird all over.

“It’s late, why aren’t you asleep? What’s with the call?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai yelled, “Why do you think?! Da Wei’s at my place!”

Chi Cheng ignored him. “You haven’t slept with Guo Zi yet, have you?”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Just wondering how tight you still are.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was stunned.

When he tried to yell back, Chi Cheng had already hung up.

Back in the living room, he saw Wu Suowei zoning out and suddenly felt guilty.

“Did he answer?” Wu Suowei asked.

Jiang Xiaoshuai shook his head.

Wu Suowei didn’t say more, just walked slowly back to the bedroom.

CHAPTER 201
For several days, Wu Suowei spent time with Jiang Xiaoshuai. In Jiang Xiaoshuai’s
presence, Wu Suowei never contacted Chi Cheng, instead constantly sighing and
complaining. As soon as Jiang Xiaoshuai left his sight, he’d call Chi Cheng, beaming
with joy and affection.

Wu Suowei wasn’t anxious, but Jiang Xiaoshuai was. He thought that if he kept Wu
Suowei here, Chi Cheng would at most tolerate him for a few days before taking him
back. But his plan didn’t work. Chi Cheng was determined to be a scumbag this time,
completely ignoring Wu Suowei’s situation.

With such a heartbroken man around, Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t dare contact Guo Chengyu
frequently, let alone visit him, fearing that the sight would bring back memories and
cause Wu Suowei grief. He’d previously found Guo Chengyu quite annoying, willing to
risk his life to avoid his advances. But now, after a few days of silence, he really missed
him.

There’s a saying that rings true: Men are like menstrual cravings; they’re cravings when
they’re not coming, and they’re annoying when they are.

No one felt it more deeply than Chi Cheng. His yearning for Wu Suowei was intense.

They were a legal couple, but it felt like an affair. They were together day and night, and
Chi Cheng couldn’t catch them, not even able to call whenever he wanted. The worst part
was the nights. The urge to seduce Chi Cheng was nearly killing him, and Wu Suowei
kept rejecting his calls.

Finally, that night, Wu Suowei couldn’t stand it anymore. Seeing Jiang Xiaoshuai
soundly asleep, Wu Suowei went to the bathroom alone and locked the door from the
inside.

The bathtub was filled with water, thick with mist. Wu Suowei leaned against the edge,
chatting with Chi Cheng via video.

Chi Cheng felt the urge to drag Wu Suowei away from his phone.

“Are you done?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei said, “We can’t rush this. It’ll seem fake, and my master, as sharp as he is,
will surely notice.”

“I’ll give you three more days. If you can’t succeed, I’ll drug your master and tie him to
Guozi’s bed.”

Wu Suowei curled his lips. “What are you willing to negotiate with me? I’m helping your
buddy, not mine. Didn’t you ask me to make amends before? Okay! I’ve laid out the plan
and put so much effort into it, and now you’re trying to destroy my work!”

“I think the loss of your plan is too great, it’s not worth it,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei frowned. “Three days is too demanding. How about five?”

“Three days are all I can bear to be away from you. You decide for yourself.” Chi Cheng
was adamant.

Wu Suowei angrily picked up a carton of milk and gulped it down to replenish his
energy. He always pretended to have no appetite during the day, not daring to eat much,
but at this hour he was too hungry to sleep. Today was not bad; Jiang Xiaoshuai had left a
carton of milk from his milk bath, and Wu Suowei finally satisfied his craving.
Drinking too quickly, Wu Suowei had a circle of milk stains around his lips.

“There’s milk around your lips, lick it,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei extended his tongue and traced a circle around his lips. This circle brought
out all the lust in Chi Cheng.

“Any more?” Wu Suowei asked.

Chi Cheng said, “Yes, lick it again.”

Wu Suowei extended his tongue and licked again.

“I really want to fuck you!” Chi Cheng couldn’t help but curse.

Wu Suowei squinted lazily at his phone and whispered, “Come on! Fuck you! Aren’t you
capable of flying and hiding, and omnipotent? Come and fuck me if you dare!”

Chi Cheng uttered a resounding statement.

“Just wait, three days from now.”

Wu Suowei thought, knowing he’d be back in the tiger’s den in three days, he might as
well take this opportunity to bully Chi Cheng.

So, he coquettishly slumped over the edge of the bathtub, glaring at Chi Cheng.

“What if I can’t wait any longer?”

Chi Cheng’s voice cracked. “You’re teasing me like this, aren’t you afraid I’ll come after
you right now?”

Wu Suowei gave a wicked smile.

“You can’t bear to see my efforts go to waste.”

Chi Cheng truly wanted to rip Wu Suowei’s slutty mouth apart.

“So you’re willing to let this dick of mine suffer?”

Hearing Chi Cheng’s words, Wu Suowei deliberately held the phone under his neck,
allowing him to see his chest, which had been stained red from the smoke. He then
panted, “Am I not also suffering with you?”
Chi Cheng saw that Wu Suowei was doing this on purpose. Since that was the case, he’d
better play along. He normally wouldn’t dare act so coquettishly in front of him, so today
he’d take this opportunity to indulge his erotic fantasies.

“I want to see your penis,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng complied, holding the phone under his crotch, his cock already erect.

Wu Suowei’s breathing became disordered.

“I want to see your ass, too,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei deliberately teased him, “I won’t let you see it.”

“Be good,” Chi Cheng said, his tone softening. “Put the phone at your feet and kneel in
the bathtub.”

Wu Suowei hadn’t wanted to strike such an awkward pose, but when he thought about
making Chi Cheng uncomfortable, he risked his pride and did as Chi Cheng asked.

“Move your butt closer to the camera. I can’t see clearly.”

Wu Suowei obediently moved closer.

Chi Cheng said again, “Spread it open so I can see.”

Wu Suowei turned his head and gave Chi Cheng a humiliated look.

Chi Cheng nearly came.

Wu Suowei felt a sense of accomplishment at seeing Chi Cheng’s stoic face. After a
moment’s hesitation, he reached behind him and slowly spread his buttocks apart,
revealing his sexy butt crack and sizzling vagina.

Chi Cheng’s eyes were red with tears.

“Is that all?” Wu Suowei said, a little tired.

Chi Cheng said, “Put your finger in there, stretch it a little wider. I want to see what’s
inside.”

Wu Suowei said with a rather rude tone.

“I can’t get it in. It’s tight again after not being touched for a few days.”

Chi Cheng’s popularity was undeniable.

As the two were having fun, footsteps suddenly sounded outside.

“Dawei, Dawei.”

Wu Suowei, startled, quickly threw his phone and milk carton out the window.

When Chi Cheng heard the door slam, followed by a busy tone, it signaled he was about
to endure the most agonizing night of his life.

Wu Suowei dove into the bathtub, buried his face in the water, and stretched his limbs
out.

Jiang Xiaoshuai called out several times, but no one opened the door. Finally, in
frustration, he kicked the door open.

“Dawei!!!”

With a howl, Jiang Xiaoshuai quickly pulled Wu Suowei out of the water.

Then, he cleared his mouth, performed artificial respiration, and performed external chest
massage. Finally, he laboriously carried him on his back and ran quickly across the room,
trying to get the water out of Wu Suowei.

Where did Wu Suowei get the water out? There was no way to get rid of it. He wanted to
pretend for a while longer, but Jiang Xiaoshuai’s shaking made him vomit, so he had to
weakly speak to stop Jiang Xiaoshuai.

By the time Wu Suowei was lowered, Jiang Xiaoshuai was sweating profusely.

Seeing Jiang Xiaoshuai like this, Wu Suowei, looking anxious, had only one thought in
his mind: Guozi, you’d better give me some strength, or I’ll kill you!

The next day, Jiang Xiaoshuai took Wu Suowei to the hospital for various tests. The cost
was exorbitant, and Wu Suowei was heartbroken, nearly in tears. He kept comforting
himself, “Never mind, I’ll just consider this a gift.”

In the afternoon, Jiang Xiaoshuai went to see Chi Cheng.

He entered his office and, without a word, punched Chi Cheng in the face.

Then, in a rage, he demanded, “Did you know Dawei committed suicide?”

If Wu Suowei is a movie star, then Chi Cheng is a veteran actor.

Though his heart ached, he perfectly portrayed the word “indifference.”

“Dead?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai tugged at the front of Chi Cheng’s shirt, gritted his teeth, “If you’re dead,
would I still come looking for you? If you’re dead, I’ll just have someone stab you twice
and then make it a medical malpractice and you’ll be buried with me!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he ripped two buttons off Chi Cheng’s shirt, exposing
his chest and toned muscles.

Chi Cheng first glanced at his own pecs, then cast his gaze at Jiang Xiaoshuai, his eyes
quite deliberate.

Could Jiang Xiaoshuai not read the meaning in Chi Cheng’s eyes? He immediately let go
of his hand.

“Chi Cheng, you’re a fucking beast!”

Chi Cheng said nothing, lighting a cigarette and asking quietly, “How did you commit
suicide? Let me hear it.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “I almost drowned.”

Although this was the only way to commit suicide without causing any external harm to
the body, Chi Cheng’s heart still trembled. Who knew that idiot might actually have
choked on some water?

However, he continued to smoke his cigarette with a steady pace; even a psychologist
would have difficulty finding flaws in his little movements.

After a long silence, Chi Cheng suddenly laughed.

His smile instantly infuriated Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Chi Cheng, are you even a human being?”

Chi Cheng said, “No matter how much he flirts, he can’t get skin as white as yours.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s blood rushed backward.

Chi Cheng didn’t give him any time to process the situation. He continued, “Even if he
was being naughty, he was still a man who had been fucked loose. Unlike you? Your legs
are clamped so tightly together, and you only covet things you can’t touch.”

“Chi Cheng, I just realized how superficial you are!”

“Aren’t all men superficial?” Chi Cheng sneered, “When you go buy meat, would you
rather buy fresh meat, or rotten meat that’s been chewed enough?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai still couldn’t accept it. “Are you with him just for the meat? Is there no
love between you?”

“Why not?” Chi Cheng admitted generously. “If there wasn’t love, I would have kicked
him out long ago! It’s because I have feelings that I haven’t spoken up yet. But that
doesn’t stop me from admiring you, or from thinking about you every time I fuck him.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai took two steps back.

Perhaps this sounded too harsh to others, but for Jiang Xiaoshuai, he’d experienced men
abandoning their partners for their mistresses firsthand. And the bastard who didn’t
openly break up but used every trick to force the other person to give in was someone
he’d once deeply loved.

He didn’t want Wu Suowei to suffer the same ordeal.

So, he spoke to Chi Cheng, each word carefully, “There’s no way I could fall in love with
someone like you.”

“I can’t possibly steal Guozi’s people, so I don’t need you to like me,” Chi Cheng said.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was furious. “So what do you want?”

Chi Cheng pushed Jiang Xiaoshuai into a corner and gently strangled him.

“I don’t understand why, but I want to sleep with everyone in Guozi. Especially you. I
love your flirtatious nature. You’ve whetted Guozi’s appetite, and mine too.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face flushed purple.

Chi Cheng sighed again, “If only Wu Suowei had your reservedness! I wouldn’t have
zero expectations of him.”

“You don’t have to have expectations of me either!” Jiang Xiaoshuai pushed Chi Cheng
in anger. “I’m not as noble as you think. I’ve slept with countless people.”

“Words aren’t enough. Let me test you.” Chi Cheng’s hand slowly moved downward.

Jiang Xiaoshuai resisted desperately, “I’m telling you, Chi Cheng, you’d better not push
me! I’m capable of anything when I’m impulsive!”

Chi Cheng’s hand stopped before it even reached his vitals, staring at Jiang Xiaoshuai
with interest.
“You’ve slept with so many men, and you’re still so scared?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai gasped, unable to speak.

“How can Wu Suowei not learn from your reckless defense of chastity?” Chi Cheng
looked at Jiang Xiaoshuai with a teasing and ambiguous gaze.

Jiang Xiaoshuai clenched his fists until they cracked.

Chi Cheng added, “Don’t come to see me again. The more often you show up, the less I
want to see Wu Suowei.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai endured it until he was bleeding internally.

“By all means, please meet Wu Suowei. He’s extremely depressed right now.”

Chi Cheng stubbed out his cigarette, bowed slightly, and leaned closer to Jiang
Xiaoshuai, his face less than two centimeters away.

“If you’re the one asking, I’d be happy to meet.”

CHAPTER 202
At night, Jiang Xiaoshuai arranged for Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei to meet.

The place was Jiang Xiaoshuai’s home.

“You two talk first, I’ll go take a walk.”

He said that, but Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t really go far. After closing the door, he stayed
nearby, quietly listening to what was going on inside.

Just as Chi Cheng was about to pull Wu Suowei close, Wu Suowei pressed a palm
against his chest and said with a thick nasal tone, “I have a cold, don’t get me sick.”

Chi Cheng frowned, “How come you caught a cold?”

“Yesterday I soaked in the bathtub too long, then Xiaoshuai had to rescue me while I was
naked for quite a while.”

Chi Cheng’s face instantly darkened, and he snapped angrily, “You’re just being
dramatic!”

Wu Suowei quickly grabbed his hand and spoke sweetly, “I’m willing to do it for you.”
Chi Cheng wanted to curse: For me? You’re just torturing me in disguise!

So with one hand around Wu Suowei’s arm, the other reached behind and gave him a
slap on the butt.

The slap had sound but little force — Chi Cheng only used about 30% strength, yet Wu
Suowei still dramatically howled.

Jiang Xiaoshuai heard everything clearly outside.

“I have a cold, don’t get me sick.”

“How come you caught a cold?”

“Yesterday I soaked in the bathtub too long, then Xiaoshuai had to rescue me while I was
naked for quite a while.”

“You’re just being dramatic!”

“For you, I’m willing.”

“Smack!”

“…”

As the saying goes, hearing is unreliable, seeing is believing. Just hearing from outside
without seeing their expressions and posture can cause huge misunderstandings.

Without hesitation, Jiang Xiaoshuai pushed open the door.

Wu Suowei quickly moved his hand from his butt to his cheek, looking wronged and
aggrieved.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was furious, “Chi Cheng, I swear I’m going to kill you!”

He grabbed a mop and charged toward Chi Cheng.

Wu Suowei desperately stopped Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Xiaoshuai, don’t get involved, this is between him and me.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s yell nearly burst Wu Suowei’s eardrums.

“He’s like this, and you’re still defending him?”

Wu Suowei got anxious, too.

“None of your business, I can handle my own problems. Worst case, we break up!”

Wu Suowei acted so convincingly that the one hearing the word “break up” inside
suddenly felt a pang in his heart.

Jiang Xiaoshuai glared at Chi Cheng with hatred.

Chi Cheng returned the look with a flippant expression.

Jiang Xiaoshuai noticed Wu Suowei had tugged Chi Cheng’s shirt crooked, exposing his
belly button.

Angrily, he threw the mop to the floor and straightened his shirt.

“Do whatever you want, I’m not getting involved anymore!”

With that, he slammed the door and really left.

Inside the room, only Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei remained. Chi Cheng’s face was still
stern, lingering on Wu Suowei’s cold. Especially that line about “naked and needing
Xiaoshuai’s rescue” made him extremely annoyed.

Wu Suowei walked over and poked Chi Cheng with his arm.

“Hey, why aren’t you talking?”

Chi Cheng glanced at him and pushed him back a step.

After a while, when Chi Cheng’s gaze returned, Wu Suowei boldly moved closer again.
First sitting next to him, and seeing Chi Cheng wasn’t pushing him away, he laid his head
on Chi Cheng’s leg.

“My ear got water in it last night, gotta rely on you to help.”

Wu Suowei’s soft ear touched Chi Cheng’s upper thigh, and Chi Cheng’s face muscles
immediately tensed. He rubbed Wu Suowei’s cheek before pulling him tightly into his
arms.

They stayed like that for a long time. Chi Cheng’s hand slipped inside Wu Suowei’s
clothes, urgently caressing him for a while.

When his hand reached Wu Suowei’s waistband, Wu Suowei immediately stopped him.

“Don’t go in there, what if things get out of hand?”

Chi Cheng didn’t go further — instead, he pulled Wu Suowei’s pants down to expose his
bare lower body, his burning gaze making Wu Suowei blush.

“My little baby’s all soft now.”

Wu Suowei bashfully punched Chi Cheng and hurried to pull up his pants.

Chi Cheng stopped him, “I want to look more.”

Wu Suowei made a timid excuse, “I have a cold, can’t catch a chill.”

Then he quickly put his pants back on.

Seeing Wu Suowei really looked unwell, Chi Cheng gritted his teeth and didn’t do
anything more, just held him and watched him slowly doze off, wanting to carry him
home in his pocket.

Jiang Xiaoshuai wandered the streets for a long time, his anger finally settling but still
worried about Wu Suowei, so he turned to head back.

Just at the building entrance, he saw Li Wang on the phone.

“What are you doing here?”

Li Wang hurriedly hung up, “You’re here? I was just about to call you.”

“I left my phone at home,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said. “What’s up?”

Li Wang opened the car door and brought out a box.

“Guozi heard you’ve been under stress lately, asked me to bring you some fruit. We
picked these strawberries and apples fresh from the orchard this afternoon.”

Though it was dark, Jiang Xiaoshuai could still see the red strawberries glistening with
dew, and the apples were big and round.

“Why didn’t he bring them himself?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Li Wang said, “You told him not to bother you so much, right?”

Hearing that, Jiang Xiaoshuai felt a strange bitterness.

“Okay, then just give them to me.”

Li Wang said, “I’ll help you carry them upstairs.”

Thinking of what was going on upstairs, Jiang Xiaoshuai hurriedly took the box.

“No need, I can carry it myself. Drive safe.”

Then he turned and went inside.

After getting in the elevator, Jiang Xiaoshuai took a strawberry, rubbed it on his shirt,
then quickly popped it into his mouth.

Mmm, really sweet.

His mood instantly lifted.

Since Jiang Xiaoshuai’s phone rang, Wu Suowei woke and quickly glanced at it. It was
Li Wang’s call, ringing less than three times before stopping, which meant they ran into
each other downstairs.

He then tapped Chi Cheng’s shoulder and instructed, “When you hear the door, kick it
open quickly, got it?”

Chi Cheng looked steadily at Wu Suowei, saying nothing.

Earlier, Wu Suowei’s nose was congested so he had to breathe with his mouth open while
sleeping. Chi Cheng felt heartbroken just watching him. Now he was supposed to kick
Wu Suowei out? Could he really do it?

Wu Suowei said again, “Don’t use too much force, just kick me out.”

“…”

After a long silence, Chi Cheng finally said, “You kick yourself out then.”

“…”

Suddenly, the elevator dinged open.

“Get ready, Xiaoshuai’s here!”

Wu Suowei knocked on the door a few times with his fist, then pretended to wail.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s heart tightened.

Before he could open the door, it was forcefully pushed open, and Wu Suowei flew out,
crashing heavily into Jiang Xiaoshuai, knocking apples to the floor.

Chi Cheng’s foot landed firmly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was shocked and furious, worried about the damaged apples, and even
more about Wu Suowei.

He charged at Chi Cheng angrily.

Wu Suowei held Jiang Xiaoshuai from behind, urgently pleading, “Xiaoshuai, don’t be
stupid, you can’t beat him.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai struggled to break free, finally yelled fiercely at Chi Cheng, “Chi Cheng,
I’m not done with you!”

Unexpectedly, Chi Cheng calmly replied with two words: “Welcome.”

Then he strode into the elevator confidently.

Jiang Xiaoshuai cursed for a long time at the door. Seeing Wu Suowei silently standing
there, Jiang Xiaoshuai finally stopped and asked tenderly, “Are you okay?”

Wu Suowei shook his head.

Jiang Xiaoshuai picked up the apples from the floor, many bruised, feeling deeply
distressed.

Wu Suowei was full of guilt. “Xiaoshuai, sorry.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “Why say that to me?”

Wu Suowei really felt guilty.

But guilt or not, the plan had to continue. Though the process was harsh, the goal was
well-meaning. Just like how without Jiang Xiaoshuai’s betrayal of Wu Suowei back then,
Wu Suowei wouldn’t have his current happy life.

Sitting on the bed, Jiang Xiaoshuai took an apple, carved away the bruised part, and took
a big crisp bite.

So crunchy and sweet.

Wu Suowei looked at it longingly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked, “Want some?”

How could Wu Suowei not want some? But since he had to meet Chi Cheng and pretend
not to be hungry afterwards, he shook his head no.

Jiang Xiaoshuai sighed.

“What did you two talk about?”

Wu Suowei lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“Nothing.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked again, “Then what’s your plan?”

Wu Suowei said gloomily, “I might really break up with him. This dragging on is
pointless.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s expression changed, “You’ve thought it through?”

Wu Suowei said, “I haven’t thought it through, but his heart’s not with me. You know?
When I was talking to him just now, he was holding a pillow from the sofa saying, it
smells like you, Xiaoshuai.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s heart sank, and he couldn’t swallow the apple.

Wu Suowei added, “Xiaoshuai, I think Chi Cheng likes you. Maybe the reason he
stopped you from seeing Guozi before wasn’t because of Guozi, but because of you.”

“Don’t overthink it,” Jiang Xiaoshuai felt uneasy.

Wu Suowei smiled bitterly, “It’s not overthinking. He’s complimented you to me more
than once. When we were arguing just now, Chi Cheng said I was shameless, and even if
I had half your restraint, he wouldn’t look down on me so much.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai snorted coldly, “Restraint? Tomorrow I’ll sleep with Guozi!”

Wu Suowei’s heart stirred, and he nervously tried to stop Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Don’t! I’m telling you, don’t let him have you easily. Once he sleeps with you, he won’t
cherish you. I’m the best example. You can’t sleep with Guozi!”

He added silently in his mind: Just don’t listen to me!

Jiang Xiaoshuai arrogantly said, “I will. I want to see what kind of mess he turns into
after.”

Wu Suowei silently cheered, “Hell yeah!”

But his face was still full of gloom.

Before sleeping, Jiang Xiaoshuai held Wu Suowei’s hand and said, “Dawei, don’t worry.
Even if you break up with Chi Cheng, I won’t have anything to do with him. I’ll cut all
ties with him completely!”

CHAPTER 203
Wu Suowei couldn’t sleep again—partly because he was too excited, and partly because
he was hungry.

He tossed and turned alone in bed, eventually waking Jiang Xiaoshuai up.

With two little curls sticking up, Jiang Xiaoshuai asked, “Dawei, what’s wrong?”

Wu Suowei sighed, “Nothing, you keep sleeping.”

“Are you still thinking about him?”

“No,” Wu Suowei said flatly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai understood Wu Suowei’s pain; after all, he had been through the same.

“Stop thinking about it and go to sleep.”

He held Wu Suowei’s hand.

As soon as Wu Suowei’s hand left his stomach, a rumbling noise reached Jiang
Xiaoshuai’s ears.

“What’s that sound?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

“Nothing, my stomach feels a little off. I’m going to the bathroom,” Wu Suowei said.

Jiang Xiaoshuai let him go.

But Wu Suowei didn’t go to the bathroom; instead, he went looking for food. Sneaking
around in the kitchen for a while, he couldn’t find anything to eat. After searching several
rooms, he finally spotted a box of fruit.

Well, fruit would have to do—as long as it could fill his stomach.

So, Wu Suowei grabbed an apple and started biting.

When you’re hungry, apples taste good, especially after Jiang Xiaoshuai had been
tempting him with them earlier. One apple wasn’t enough, so he ate another, then still felt
hungry and took a third.

After eating three in a row, Wu Suowei finally felt less discomfort in his stomach.

The next morning, when Jiang Xiaoshuai woke up, Wu Suowei had already gone to the
company.

After washing up, Jiang Xiaoshuai planned to bring two apples to the clinic.

But when he checked, it seemed some apples were missing.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was a carefree person and not very meticulous about household things,
unlike Wu Suowei who was much more careful. But the gifts from Guo Chengyu were
different—Jiang Xiaoshuai had carefully picked up each apple the day before, feeling a
pang of sympathy for each one, so he remembered the exact count.

Three apples were gone.

Vanished overnight!

Could it be that Wu Suowei took them in the morning?

That seemed unlikely… Wu Suowei couldn’t even eat meals properly, so would he be in
the mood to eat fruit? Besides, Jiang Xiaoshuai had asked him about it last night, and Wu
Suowei showed no interest.

Just then, Jiang Xiaoshuai glanced at the trash bin and saw three apple cores.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his sharp mind started working. His tendency to
overthink kicked in again. From this tiny detail, he sensed all kinds of suspicious signs
behind the scenes.

At noon after work, Wu Suowei went to the clinic as usual, looking listless.

Jiang Xiaoshuai, dressed in a cool style, was about to head out.

Wu Suowei pretended to be surprised, “Where are you going?”

“Going to see Guozi,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

“Oh.”

Wu Suowei responded rather disappointedly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked closely for any flaw on Wu Suowei’s face but found none.

Just as he was about to leave, Wu Suowei grabbed him.

“Are you really going?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai nodded, “And I’m not coming back tonight.”

“Have you thought it through?” Wu Suowei asked.

“Thought it through completely,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Then he squeezed Wu Suowei’s hand hard, got in his car, and drove off.

Only after Jiang Xiaoshuai’s car disappeared did Wu Suowei show a sly smile.

At noon, Wu Suowei ate a full meal, and in the afternoon, he happily returned to the
company.

As soon as he sat at his desk, he couldn’t wait to call Chi Cheng.

“I finished the task ahead of schedule. Xiaoshuai went to see Guozi.”

Chi Cheng’s tone was steady.

“You mean I can come see you earlier?”

Wu Suowei smirked.

“Do as you please.”

More than twenty minutes later, Chi Cheng’s car stopped at Wu Suowei’s company
entrance.

Entering the office without locking the door, Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei immediately
started kissing and cuddling. Chi Cheng bit marks into Wu Suowei’s neck, while Wu
Suowei’s hand reached into Chi Cheng’s pants, roughly pulling at his pubic hair.

“Aren’t you afraid this is a trap your master set for you?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei assured him, “Don’t worry, he’s not that scheming.”

“What if he finds out the truth later and resents you?” Chi Cheng asked again.
Wu Suowei snorted coldly, “Why would he resent me? Without him, would I have ended
up with you? It’s about time he learned some hardship, especially to get Guozi to shut his
big mouth.”

After speaking, Wu Suowei howled loudly right in Chi Cheng’s face.

Suddenly, the door slammed open with a bang.

Jiang Xiaoshuai appeared at the doorway, furious.

Wu Suowei was startled and quickly jumped away from Chi Cheng.

Unfortunately, Jiang Xiaoshuai saw and heard everything—from Wu Suowei leaving the
clinic to driving to the company, Jiang Xiaoshuai had been following him closely. Sure
enough, shortly after Wu Suowei arrived at the company, Chi Cheng’s car appeared at the
entrance.

Wu Suowei looked blankly at Jiang Xiaoshuai, unable to say a word.

Jiang Xiaoshuai spat out four words:

“You two are really something!”

Then he turned coldly and walked away.

Wu Suowei immediately chased after him, explaining nonstop from the office to the
company entrance, during which Jiang Xiaoshuai slapped him several times and said
many harsh words.

Until Jiang Xiaoshuai got into his car, Wu Suowei was still begging at the window.

“Xiaoshuai, please don’t be mad at me! I didn’t mean it!”

Without a word, Jiang Xiaoshuai floored the accelerator, throwing dirt right into Wu
Suowei’s face.

Feeling bad for less than a minute, Wu Suowei wiped his face and happily went back to
the office.

“Quick, call Guozi, and start the next step of the plan.”

After leaving Wu Suowei’s company, Jiang Xiaoshuai turned off his phone and wandered
the stairs until dark. At this hour, all cars were heading home, and Jiang Xiaoshuai’s car
slowly crawled through traffic. Looking around, all he saw were faces eager to return
home.
Where was his own home?

Although he had parents, they lived far away. Wu Suowei had no parents, but someone
loved and cared for him.

Thinking of Wu Suowei and what he’d heard that afternoon, Jiang Xiaoshuai felt a chill
in his heart.

He didn’t plan to go home—because the past few nights he had been sleeping with Wu
Suowei, and he didn’t want to torment himself in that bed anymore.

So he drove back to the clinic.

After 10 p.m., Jiang Xiaoshuai leaned by the window, hearing a series of arguments
outside.

Normally, he would have rushed out to see what was happening, but now he was
indifferent. Let them fight and quarrel—it wasn’t his concern anymore.

At this moment, he finally turned his phone back on.

Countless missed calls appeared, all from Li Wang, and from just a short while ago.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s heart tightened.

Suddenly, the sound of a breaking bottle came from outside.

Jiang Xiaoshuai sensed something was wrong and pressed closer to the window,
recognizing the voices.

After a while, Li Wang called again.

“Xiaoshuai, is Guozi with you?”

“No, I haven’t seen him. What’s wrong?”

“Half an hour ago, he took a phone call and suddenly stormed out, not letting me follow.
I’m worried something happened to him, so I’m checking with you.”

As they talked, a sharp scream came from outside.

Jiang Xiaoshuai put down his phone and quickly ran outside.

Across from the clinic at the basketball court, Guo Chengyu and Chi Cheng were
fighting.
Jiang Xiaoshuai stood nearby, stunned, hearing Guo Chengyu’s roaring.

“Is this how you treat people? Why did you lie to him? Don’t you know he’s been hurt
before? And you’re still using his past trauma to provoke him!”

“Chi Cheng, I’m telling you, I’d rather not sleep with him than let him suffer this!”

“No one can bully Shuai Shuai—not even you, Chi Cheng!”

“…”

After so many heartaches in recent days, Guo Chengyu’s words finally melted Jiang
Xiaoshuai’s cold heart. All the grievances, including Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu’s
close relationship and Wu Suowei’s ‘revenge’ scheme, were wiped away by these words.

Before, Guo Chengyu was just a rich, talented, and scheming guy in Jiang Xiaoshuai’s
mind.

But these few words instantly raised Guo Chengyu’s image to that of a loyal and
righteous man, someone truly worth Jiang Xiaoshuai’s wholehearted devotion.

Thinking this, Jiang Xiaoshuai finally spoke.

“Stop fighting.”

Chi Cheng was already tired but bit his teeth to keep going until Jiang Xiaoshuai came up
and stopped him.

Without looking at Chi Cheng, Jiang Xiaoshuai took Guo Chengyu’s hand.

“Let’s go home.”

Even a slick guy like Guo Chengyu was moved by these words, his mood stirred.

“Go home where?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai shot him a glance, “Your own home, don’t you know?”

Guo Chengyu smiled simply, rare for him.

Only after the two had walked away did Wu Suowei run over from behind a flowerbed,
suddenly jumping onto Chi Cheng’s back, laughing loudly and excitedly, pinching Chi
Cheng’s neck and asking, “Aren’t I awesome?”

Chi Cheng nodded.

Wu Suowei, delighted, climbed onto Chi Cheng’s shoulders, humming happily as they
went home.

CHAPTER 204
Jiang Xiaoshuai, wrapped in a loose robe, sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes fixed on
the TV.

Guo Chengyu stared at him intently.

Finally, Guo Chengyu couldn't stand it any longer, and his strong cheek pressed against
Jiang Xiaoshuai's neck.

"Stop it, stop it. It'll be over in twenty minutes," Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Guo Chengyu's eyes blazed red.

"So addictive?"

Jiang Xiaoshuai nodded. "I haven't missed a single episode of this show."

How touched the director of this show would be if they saw this! The two of them were
about to achieve their dream, such a sacred moment, yet they had endured it for just
twenty minutes of television.

Finally, the ending theme song began.

Guo Chengyu let out a sinister grin and pulled Jiang Xiaoshuai into his arms.

Just as they were about to kiss, Jiang Xiaoshuai said, "Wait a minute, let me check the
preview for the next episode. Just one minute, one minute..." He held up a finger and
looked at Guo Chengyu imploringly.

Never mind. I'd endured over twenty minutes, so I didn't care about that one minute.

Jiang Xiaoshuai turned his gaze back to the TV screen, excitedly following along.

Guo Chengyu felt a pang of pain. "Are you really that indifferent to our sex life?"

As the preview drew to a close, Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly slapped the bed and burst into
laughter.

"I forgot, it's Saturday, there's still one episode!"

"..."

Guo Chengyu finally realized that Jiang Xiaoshuai's watching was fake, but his dodging
was real.

But the more he acted like that, the more inexplicably excited Guo Chengyu became. The
longer Jiang Xiaoshuai stayed up, the longer he'd gone without sex, and the more nervous
he became.

With that thought in mind, Guo Chengyu calmed down and waited for Jiang Xiaoshuai
for another episode.

This time, however, he didn't sit next to Jiang Xiaoshuai and wait. Instead, he paced
around the room, making some preparations.

Jiang Xiaoshuai appeared to be watching TV, but in reality, he kept stealing glances at
Guo Chengyu. Seeing him grab the lubricant, his heart skipped a beat; seeing him choose
condoms, his heart skipped another beat; seeing him prepare a large amount of medicine,
his heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

Just then, the ending theme song of the TV series started playing.

Jiang Xiaoshuai said with a trembling voice, "Let me watch the next episode preview."

Guo Chengyu said gently, "Go ahead."

The more tender he was, the more intimidated Jiang Xiaoshuai became.

As Guo Chengyu had expected, as soon as the next episode preview ended, Jiang
Xiaoshuai patted the bed sheet in mock excitement.

"Oh my god! Ten episodes in a row!"

Guo Chengyu glanced over. Jiang Xiaoshuai's forced smile was incredibly painful.

The TV went off, and the entire room went dark.

"Ah... what's going on?" Jiang Xiaoshuai finally revealed his panic.

Guo Chengyu replied calmly, "The power outage."

"Did you intentionally turn it off?" Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Guo Chengyu acted very convincingly. "I'll go out and see if the circuit's burned out."

Jiang Xiaoshuai said hurriedly, "Don't go out! I'm so scared staying in this room alone."
"Then I'll light some candles," Guo Chengyu said.

Then, with a snap, the flame from the lighter shot out, illuminating Guo Chengyu's face.

He lit a candle, and the candles around the wall lit up.

Compared to the luxurious crystal chandelier, the simple candles exuded a warm aura,
giving people a sense of security. The candles also have a light, refreshing fragrance that
can relax the mind and relieve tension.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," Guo Chengyu said.

Jiang Xiaoshuai said nothing, his face, illuminated by the candlelight, possessing a
captivating allure.

Guo Chengyu could no longer resist the urge and leaned in for a kiss.

Their tongues entwined passionately, their breathing growing heavier. Guo Chengyu's
hand slipped through the opening of Jiang Xiaoshuai's bathrobe, and his neck tightened.
He had touched so much skin in his life, but none as smooth as Jiang Xiaoshuai's. Even
the few areas prone to roughness were impossibly smooth.

After just a few touches, Jiang Xiaoshuai whimpered in resistance.

Guo Chengyu released his mouth, allowing him to utter freely.

Then, his tongue licked his cheek, all the way to his ear.

As a result, Guo Chengyu had barely sucked on Jiang Xiaoshuai's earlobe before Jiang
Xiaoshuai let out a muffled, unbearable groan.

"No...itchy...itchy..."

Guo Chengyu knew Jiang Xiaoshuai was sensitive, but he hadn't expected it to be this
sensitive.

Ignoring Jiang Xiaoshuai's protests, Guo Chengyu sucked vigorously on his thin earlobe,
his tongue digging into his ear canal. Jiang Xiaoshuai moaned violently and dodged
desperately. Guo Chengyu pursued him relentlessly, his body thrashing and twisting on
the bed, quite stimulating Guo Chengyu's crotch.

"You're such a slut," Guo Chengyu said.

Jiang Xiaoshuai panted heavily, his face flushed with excitement.

Guo Chengyu deliberately teased him, "How have you been able to hold back all these
years? You must have been playing with yourself a lot, right?"

"What do you care!" Jiang Xiaoshuai tapped Guo Chengyu on the head.

Guo Jianyu smiled and sucked in Jiang Xiaoshuai's finger, gently nibbling on it with his
teeth. His large hands rubbed his chest, his palms rubbing over his nipples, causing Jiang
Xiaoshuai to tremble uncontrollably.

Guo Chengyu untied Jiang Xiaoshuai's robe, rubbing his short stubble against his
sensitive skin. He pressed his hard chin against his nipples, observing Jiang Xiaoshuai's
reaction with his naked gaze.

Jiang Xiaoshuai's neck arched, his hands clutching the sheets, as if enduring immense
pain.

"Ah..."

Guo Chengyu took Jiang Xiaoshuai's nipple in his mouth.

Jiang Xiaoshuai's waist trembled violently, and his hands pushed against Guo Chengyu's
head, repeatedly saying "no, no". However, Guo Chengyu held onto it, sucking until
Jiang Xiaoshuai moaned incessantly.

"Guozi... I can't take it anymore..."

Jiang Xiaoshuai's usually proud little mouth uttered an unbearable plea for mercy.

Guo Chengyu pressed Jiang Xiaoshuai's flailing hands firmly against his waist, tearing
his underwear apart with his mouth, admiring the little monster hidden among the hair,
now in high spirits.

Even before Guo Chengyu touched him, Jiang Xiaoshuai's waist trembled from the mere
sight of him.

"Not small, it is!" Guo Chengyu measured it with his hand.

The tip of his index finger accidentally brushed against the soft nipple, and Jiang
Xiaoshuai immediately moaned, clamping his legs together and turning over, his hips
trembling.

Guo Chengyu didn't need Jiang Xiaoshuai's touch; just watching his reaction made the
giant penis beneath his crotch spring with excitement.

"Where did I find such a slutty little bastard like you?" Guo Chengyu teased.
At that moment, he realized how much the wait had been worth. He tried to turn Jiang
Xiaoshuai over, but he refused. Guo Chengyu then rubbed the soft flesh of his buttocks
with his fingertips, sending a tingling sensation through Jiang Xiaoshuai's body, and he
instantly turned over.

Guo Chengyu spread his legs wide and kissed him without hesitation.

As Guo Chengyu kissed his inner thighs, Jiang Xiaoshuai's itchiness became unbearable.
The closer Guo Chengyu got to his sensitive spot, the louder his moans grew. But when
Guo Chengyu reached the hairy area, about to touch Jiang Xiaoshuai's vitals, he paused.

He gave Jiang Xiaoshuai a meaningful look.

Goosebumps broke out all over Jiang Xiaoshuai's body.

Then Guo Chengyu lowered his head again.

A strong electric current shot through his lower abdomen.

Jiang Xiaoshuai cried out twice, and in his excitement, he sprayed Guo Chengyu in the
mouth.

Guo Chengyu's mouth, mingled with Jiang Xiaoshuai's body fluids, continued to stroke
his vulnerable part, smoothing out the wrinkles, his tongue swishing and licking the small
opening, his movements becoming increasingly skillful.

Jiang Xiaoshuai grabbed Guo Chengyu's hair, his waist convulsing as if struck by an
electric shock, unable to be restrained.

"Stop... I can't... Guozi..."

Guo Chengyu rubbed Jiang Xiaoshuai's buttocks vigorously, forcing him to bend over.

"Let me see your little hole."

Jiang Xiaoshuai was embarrassed. "Stop looking, just come."

Even so, Guo Chengyu still parted them and leaned forward to admire them carefully.

Jiang Xiaoshuai tried to block them with his hands.

Guo Chengyu removed his hands and said, "It's so beautiful, why are you blocking it?"

"Beautiful, dammit!" Jiang Xiaoshuai finally spoke in shame and anger.

As soon as Guo Chengyu's breath touched the inside of Jiang Xiaoshuai's butt crack,
Jiang Xiaoshuai struggled frantically.

"No, no."

In Guo Chengyu's opinion, the most vulnerable areas were the ones that deserved the
most intense treatment.

Without stopping Jiang Xiaoshuai's struggles, he pressed his tongue against Jiang
Xiaoshuai's anus.

Jiang Xiaoshuai immediately let out a piercing cry of lewdness, his tongue rising and
falling as Guo Chengyu's tongue was too weak, a truly exhilarating experience. Unable to
withstand the intense stimulation, she desperately crawled forward, only to be pulled
back each time by Guo Chengyu to continue.

"Ahhh... cum..."

Jiang Xiaoshuai's face was contorted with excitement, and he trembled for a long time
before stopping.

Guo Chengyu hadn't done anything yet, but Jiang Xiaoshuai came twice in a row. He had
figured out that he couldn't be polite with a slut. He had to get to the main event, or Jiang
Xiaoshuai's energy would be exhausted soon.

He took some lubricant and smeared it on his hands.

Jiang Xiaoshuai tried to evade again, but Guo Chengyu held him down and tried to insert
a finger.

"So tight," Guo Chengyu gasped. "That ass is pretty strong."

Just the thought of being held tightly by it made Guo Chengyu's crotch swell.

Until now, Jiang Xiaoshuai hadn't dared to look at Guo Chengyu's thing.

After barely getting three fingers inside, Guo Chengyu pulled Jiang Xiaoshuai against
him, pressing his back against his chest. His two large hands gripped the bends of his
legs, lifting his butt slightly, and then thrust his massive penis upward from below.

"No, it hurts, it hurts," Jiang Xiaoshuai wailed.

Guo Chengyu paused for a moment, then gently coaxed, "Relax a little."

Jiang Xiaoshuai slowly relaxed. A master being a master, he endured the pain, unlike Wu
Suowei, who cried out desperately and only aroused his own violent desires.
Finally, with most of his penis inside, Guo Chengyu waited a moment, allowing Jiang
Xiaoshuai to fully adjust, before slowly thrusting his hips.

At first, the pain was unbearable for Jiang Xiaoshuai, but within two minutes, the pain
miraculously eased.

Guo Chengyu's technique was quite good. Unlike Chi Cheng, he wasn't as rough and
violent as Chi Cheng. He used subtle force, each thrust precise and relentless. No matter
what their physical condition, as long as they got into Guo Chengyu's bed, they could
experience a torrent of pleasure.

Guo Chengyu went all out, his movements rapidly accelerating.

The pleasure was like a flood, tearing at every nerve in Jiang Xiaoshuai's body.

"Ah... How can it feel so good... So comfortable... Ahhh..."

Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn't believe it. His sexual experience was still a few years ago, and
his only memory was pain. He had always believed that pleasure for the receiving end
was primarily psychological, and that comfort was imaginary. He had made love with
Meng Tao many times, and until the end, the pain was unbearable.

Now, the place that hadn't been touched for so long was even tighter than it had been, and
Guo Chengyu's penis was a whole circle larger than the scumbag's, but he actually felt
pleasure, and it was so intense that Jiang Xiaoshuai was completely lost.

CHAPTER 205
Wu Suowei had been feeling quite happy on the way home, but once he got home, the
more he thought about it, the more he felt unhappy. Standing alone at the window, gazing
out, he felt a pang of melancholy.

My master must be screaming, right?

He must hate me, right?

Just as he was thinking, a dull pain suddenly pierced his buttocks. Wu Suowei jumped up
with a roar, turning around and glaring at Chi Cheng.

"Why are you hitting me?"

Chi Cheng stared at him intently. "What are you thinking about?"
Wu Suowei replied muffledly, "Imaginations."

"Is it a happy thought or a foolish thought?"

Wu Suowei spoke clearly, "Imaginations."

"Imaginations?"

"Imaginations."

"Imaginations?"

"Bullshit!"

Sometimes, Chi Cheng found teasing Wu Suowei a great pleasure.

Wu Suowei could be clever and calculating one moment, then instantly become a
stubborn fool the next. Chi Cheng was clearly doing it on purpose, as he kept saying "one
xia, two xia, three xia, four xia."

Finally, he twisted Chi Cheng's ear twice, his tone stern, "Do you remember?"

Chi Cheng said nothing, but held up three fingers.

Wu Suowei stared at Chi Cheng's fingers for a moment, his heart suddenly cold. He
quickly withdrew his hand from Chi Cheng's ear and turned 180 degrees. Just as he took
a step, someone grabbed his collar, and his feet scraped against the floor with a sharp
sound as he slid his heels back into place.

"Three days," Chi Cheng reminded him.

"How come you have such a good memory?"

Chi Cheng said, "It's not that I have a good memory, it's that your little trick has been
stuck in my head for three days. I haven't even left yet."

Wu Suowei picked up his tickler and hit Chi Cheng on the head.

"Are you leaving now?"

Chi Cheng could see that this kid was simply fed up with living.

As he dragged Wu Suowei toward the bedroom, Chi Cheng said, "I redecorated the
bedroom while you were gone."

Wu Suowei had a bad feeling.

"What's the renovation?"

Chi Cheng said, "I just changed the wallpaper."

Wu Suowei breathed a sigh of relief, thinking some perverted thing had slipped into their
little den.

But after pushing the door open, Wu Suowei froze in his tracks.

Not only had nothing been moved in, but a lot of things had been moved out.

The whole room felt incredibly spacious, as if it were the size of four rooms.

Why?

Because the wallpaper had been replaced with mirrors, even the roof.

Wu Suowei turned to run, but Chi Cheng blocked the door, preventing him from getting
out.

Finally, he was carried inside like a sack by Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng held Wu Suowei and sat on the bed, facing a large mirror.

Wu Suowei's gaze darted around, but everywhere he looked, he was met with Chi
Cheng's imposing face.

Chi Cheng forcefully twisted Wu Suowei's head back, forcing him to look at the mirror
before him.

"Weren't you so flirtatious on the phone that day? Why are you so timid the moment
you're in my presence?" Chi Cheng bit Wu Suowei's ear. "You dare twist my ear? Huh?"

Wu Suowei clearly saw his flushed face in the mirror.

"Sex me like you did that day!" Chi Cheng said, teasing Wu Suowei expertly. "I didn't
get enough that day. I want to see it again."

Wu Suowei struggled.

"Behave," Chi Cheng urged. "I just love seeing your slutty energy. I've been obsessed
with it these past few days."

He handed Wu Suowei a pair of crotchless pants.

"Put these on."

Wu Suowei's handsome face flushed, and he retorted in shame and indignation.

"I won't wear them. That's too perverted."

Chi Cheng didn't force him. He had ways to make Wu Suowei wear them, and he also
had ways to make him wear them to satisfy his own perverted tastes.

Wu Suowei was wedged between Chi Cheng's legs. Chi Cheng sat behind him, his large
hands reaching forward, caressing and rubbing Wu Suowei through his clothes. Once Wu
Suowei was slowly getting into the mood, Chi Cheng reached for the buttons of his shirt
and slowly undressed him.

Although he'd done this many times before, this was the first time he'd been undressed in
front of a mirror.

It felt like a forbidden pleasure.

Wu Suowei could clearly see Chi Cheng's rough fingers caressing his body, sending
shivers through him. Then, Chi Cheng's two fingers reached out to Wu Suowei's nipples,
rubbing and scratching them quickly.

Wu Suowei immediately let out an unbearable groan, staring at his own lewd face in the
mirror, a mixture of shame and agitation.

"Bao'er, tell me in the mirror, what am I doing?" Chi Cheng asked deliberately.

Wu Suowei couldn't speak, so Chi Cheng pricked his nipples with a small needle
designed specifically for torture.

Ah...

Wu Suowei struggled in pain and itchiness, but Chi Cheng held him tightly and continued
to prick until he spoke.

"Play with me...play with me..." Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng continued to prick. "Where are you playing?"

Wu Suowei uttered two words awkwardly, "Nipples."

To reward Wu Suowei's honesty, Chi Cheng leaned over and carefully soothed the
painful spot. Wu Suowei, who hadn't had sex in days, instantly gave way, moaning into
Chi Cheng's hair.

"So good..."
Chi Cheng used his electrified fingers to tease Wu Suowei's waist and inner thighs. Wu
Suowei trembled uncontrollably, especially since he was "spying" on himself in the
mirror. The visual stimulation made his endurance even more unbearable.

"Touch me down there," Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng completely ignored his pleas, his large hands merely rubbing against the
surrounding area.

Wu Suowei was forced to reach down himself.

But Chi Cheng again held him still, whispering obscene things in his ear, constantly
stimulating his need for release.

"Please..." Wu Suowei turned his head and bit Chi Cheng's hard neck.

Chi Cheng asked, "Do you want me to suck your dick?"

Wu Suowei nodded.

"Then put those pants on."

Wu Suowei said nothing.

Knowing he had given in, Chi Cheng, with his reluctant consent, put on his open-crotch
pants.

Wu Suowei was overcome with shame, but Chi Cheng still forced his legs apart,
revealing his naked body in the mirror.

"Take a good look at how slutty you are."

Wu Suowei didn't want to look, but Chi Cheng forced his head around so he could see.
Xiaolong was already erect, drooling in the mirror. Chi Cheng then pressed his legs to his
chest, lifted his hips, and pointed his pink anus towards the mirror.

Wu Suowei was completely mortified to see the parts of his body he normally couldn't
see exposed in the mirror.

"Don't... I don't want to see..."

Chi Cheng said softly, "Why not? See what the place you've been fucked so many times
looks like."

Wu Suowei's face was burning, and his voice was filled with tears.
"Stop humiliating me, wuwu..."

Chi Cheng finally let him go, but he didn't let him go. Instead, he sternly commanded:

"Kneel down and spread your legs, just like last time on the phone. Hurry up."

After Wu Suowei did as he was told, Chi Cheng forced his head to look at the mirror
behind him, saying, "Did you see how naughty you are? You were just like that last time
on the phone with me."

Wu Suowei wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

"Lift one leg and place it on the railing."

"Squat down and spread your legs."

"..."

After forcing Wu Suowei into many unpleasant positions, Chi Cheng finally pulled him
into his arms again, pinning his legs down and pulling them into a straight angle,
exposing his private parts even more thoroughly.

"Enjoy the way I love you."

He lubricated his fingers and inserted them into Wu Suowei's vagina, causing him to
whimper. Watching his anus being violated so directly for the first time was incredibly
humiliating.

Chi Cheng slowly began to move.

Wu Suowei continued to endure it, still finding it difficult to watch a man toy with this
part of his body.

After warming up, Chi Cheng finally launched a fierce attack on that spot.

Wu Suowei's pleasure surged in waves, and he instantly threw away his sense of shame,
twisting his waist to meet Chi Cheng's thrusts.

"Deeper... More... More..."

Wu Suowei couldn't bear to look at his own face in the mirror.

Chi Cheng even used obscene language to humiliate him.

"Such a slutty ass, I'll just fuck it to pieces."

Wu Suowei shook his head.

Chi Cheng's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he thrust his fingers hard, thrusting fiercely.

Wu Suowei struggled and cried, spraying white liquid onto the mirror.

Chi Cheng asked again, "Have you had enough?"

Wu Suowei shook his head.

"What else do you want?"

Wu Suowei immediately pulled Chi Cheng's pants off.

"Open your eyes and look in the mirror at how you lick my cock."

Wu Suowei now knew who he could and could not "bully."

Two fiery bodies twisted together in the mirror, and Wu Suowei was forced to endure Chi
Cheng's enormous cock in an awkward position. This was his first time witnessing the
sight of private intercourse, seeing himself in such wanton, wild, and unbridled form. The
more naked he was, the more excited he became.

Chi Cheng fucked Wu Suowei from the bed to the floor, from the bedroom to the kitchen,
and from the kitchen to the balcony... Everywhere he turned, there was a lustful mirror.

Wu Suowei couldn't imagine the way the decorator looked at Chi Cheng when he arrived
to install the furniture, or the way he imagined himself being fucked by Chi Cheng.

Finally, Chi Cheng carried Wu Suowei to the bathroom.

There was a mirror above the sink, around the bathtub, and even above the toilet.

Chi Cheng kicked open the toilet lid, spread Wu Suowei's legs, and pointed his erection
at the mirror. He spoke in a perverted tone, "Little son, give your godfather a dip."

Wearing open-crotch pants, with his legs held, and facing the mirror, Wu Suowei felt like
dying.

"If you don't pee, I'll fuck you until you lose control of your bladder."

Chi Cheng blew and nibbled him as he fucked him fiercely, even turning on a faucet,
deliberately wanting Wu Suowei to hear the sound of running water.

Wu Suowei shook his head excitedly, sobbing wildly. He tried to grasp his swollen penis
with both hands, but Chi Cheng held it firmly.
"No... It's coming... Ah..."

Chi Cheng slammed his cock into Wu Suowei's most sensitive spot several times.

With a loud thud.

The intense pleasure of incontinence caused Wu Suowei's hips to twitch for a long time.
After recovering, a wave of shame, grievance, and discomfort washed over him, and Wu
Suowei pounded Chi Cheng's chest and howled again.

"You perverted old pervert!"

Chi Cheng smiled, pulling Wu Suowei into his arms and walking towards the warm bed.

In the middle of the night, just as Wu Suowei was about to fall asleep, Chi Cheng's arm
nudged him. Wu Suowei opened his eyes slightly and suddenly noticed two people lying
on the roof. His eyes widened, and he looked around, seeing ghostly figures everywhere.

Ahhh...!!

Wu Suowei threw himself into Chi Cheng's arms.

In the middle of the night, Chi Cheng stroked the back of Wu Suowei's head, a sinister
smile playing on his lips.

CHAPTER 206
Early spring, the weather warmed up, and even the hibernating snakes had woken.

A few days ago, Chi Cheng was busy moving the remaining snakes out of the snake
enclosure — those that were venomous or had very particular environmental needs were
given away, while the non-venomous and climate-adapted ones were released into the
wild. After several days of hustle, almost no snakes were left in the enclosure.

On a nice day, Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng went together to release the last few snakes.

Watching those little snake figures slither farther and farther away, a look of relief
appeared on Wu Suowei’s face.

“You knew all along I was going to get rid of these snakes, didn’t you?” Chi Cheng
suddenly asked.

Wu Suowei’s expression froze for a moment, then he shrugged, looking carefree.

“How would I know?”

Only now did Chi Cheng understand why when Wang Shuo was around, Wu Suowei
would sit at his desk every day making sugar figurines. Back then, he thought Wu was
silently protesting; during their breakup, he assumed the “sugar figurines” were some
kind of self-torment. Only now did he realize Wu Suowei had been sure that these snakes
wouldn’t stay long, so he made them into keepsakes.

In truth, Wu Suowei had been very attached to this relationship.

He was much stronger than Chi Cheng had imagined.

Such a treasure tightly bound Chi Cheng’s heart, so that even after having him, Chi
Cheng was constantly afraid of losing him. If at first it was just infatuation, then
dependency followed, and now it had evolved into deep respect and affection — seeing
Wu Suowei as a flourishing tree intertwined with his own roots, both weathering life’s
sunshine and storms together.

Chi Cheng’s gaze darkened, and he intentionally gave Wu Suowei a fierce look to scare
him.

“Really don’t know?”

Wu Suowei held out a little longer but finally couldn’t keep it up. He stood on tiptoe,
wrapped one arm around Chi Cheng’s neck, and with a mischievous smile that was pure
and innocent, confessed.

Chi Cheng couldn’t bear to keep a stern face.

From frowning one moment to bright sunshine the next, he grabbed Wu Suowei’s hand
and started heading back.

“Actually, the little ‘vinegar bottle’ is with me,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng was surprised, “With you?”

Wu Suowei proudly said, “It crawled back on its own, came to the clinic looking for me,
so I kept it secretly at the office.”

Chi Cheng narrowed his eyes, “So it stayed with you all winter?”

Wu Suowei smiled quietly.

“You hid it really well!” Chi Cheng’s tone was clearly displeased.
Wu Suowei quickly explained, “It’s not my fault, I had no intention of keeping it, but I
just couldn’t get its form right in sugar!”

“Then let’s find a time to give it away,” Chi Cheng suggested.

Wu Suowei squeezed Chi Cheng’s hand tightly, “Try sending it away, I dare you!”

Chi Cheng laughed quietly, “You made it sound like I’m the bad guy for wanting to get
rid of the ‘gift’ your ex left me.”

Wu Suowei stubbornly said, “I don’t care who gave it to me, it’s my little treasure.”

Without a big heart, how could Chi Cheng stuff this entire person into his own?

Chi Cheng didn’t give up, flicking Wu Suowei’s forehead with his fingers.

Wu Suowei, no longer a stubborn blockhead, immediately yelped in pain.

Chi Cheng then rubbed his head gently.

When it hurts, you can’t let him get hurt any more.

...

Recently, Wu Suowei’s secretary resigned and went back home. Because he couldn’t find
a satisfactory replacement quickly, the position remained empty. Everyday trivial tasks
had to be handled by Wu Suowei himself. Plus, the company was fighting for a big
project that could rapidly expand its scale if successful. Wu Suowei had been running
around like crazy for this project and was very worn out.

Finally having a free moment today, Wu Suowei decided to visit Chi Cheng’s workplace.

Chi Cheng was reviewing documents when Wu Suowei quietly opened the door.

He pulled a chair and sat next to Chi Cheng, quietly waiting for him to finish reviewing
the documents.

Chi Cheng’s eyes looked at the papers but his peripheral vision kept catching Wu
Suowei’s lazy expression — chin resting on the desk, so cute it was hard not to look.

Taking advantage of Chi Cheng’s distraction, Wu Suowei sneakily put his hand into Chi
Cheng’s pocket.

But now his skills had declined a lot. Before, Chi Cheng would barely feel a slight
movement in his pocket, now it was like a loud bang.
Chi Cheng’s hand went into his pocket and immediately gave Wu Suowei a glare.

“What season is it? Eating ice cream already?”

Wu Suowei replied calmly, “I’m not eating it, I bought it for you.”

“I’ve bought that kind of ice cream before.”

Wu Suowei grinned.

It was a boxed ice cream with eight small cups inside. Wu Suowei ate seven of the cups
and saved the last one for Chi Cheng.

Not only that, but inside the cup he left a secret bite.

Chi Cheng didn’t even have to dig in; the ice cream had melted quite a bit, so he just took
a whole chunk.

“Tasty?” Wu Suowei asked.

Chi Cheng said, “Not as tasty as your ass.”

Wu Suowei glared hard.

Chi Cheng grabbed him into a hug, mock-angrily strangling his neck.

“Glare at me again! Just try it!”

Wu Suowei kept glaring.

Chi Cheng rubbed him on the desk, making him laugh and squirm — the papers got all
messed up.

They were having fun when a colleague knocked on the door. No response, so the
colleague pushed it open.

Seeing Chi Cheng’s rare smiling face, the colleague almost thought he was in the wrong
room.

“Anything?” Chi Cheng asked.

The colleague said, “Deputy Director Wang asked me to give you this.”

After putting it down, the colleague quickly left.

Chi Cheng looked at the thing just delivered and suddenly remembered something.
“I have a dinner meeting tonight.”

If it was anyone else, hearing this would be annoying — another dinner meeting? How
many meetings do you have? How long has it been since we had a nice meal at home?

But Wu Suowei smiled after hearing this.

“Remember to pack the leftovers for me. I’m counting on this meal.”

Chi Cheng looked serious, “What leftovers? Do you know who those people are? If they
get sick from trying to save food, they won’t have a place to cry.”

Wu Suowei didn’t care, “How could there be any sickness?”

Chi Cheng was firm, “Go find somewhere else to eat yourself!”

Wu Suowei was a bit annoyed but his eyes lit up again.

“I want some ‘door-nail meat pies’ from that place in Xizhimen. Bring me some when
you get back.”

Chi Cheng said, “After the meeting, that place will be closed.”

Wu Suowei said, “Then get it before your meeting and leave it in the car.”

Chi Cheng said, “Won’t it get cold when I get back?”

Wu Suowei said, “Cold is fine, I can reheat it.”

Chi Cheng frowned, “Nothing beats fresh out of the oven. Listen, drive over there
yourself.”

Wu Suowei looked annoyed, “The traffic is awful now. It’d take over an hour to get there
and there’d be a huge queue. I’m exhausted all day! I just want a ready meal.”

Actually, Wu Suowei was mostly hoping Chi Cheng could get away from the meeting
early. This dinner was a golden opportunity, and many people were eager to cozy up to
Chi Cheng to get something out of him. If there were any pretty girls, Chi Cheng couldn’t
stay long.

Chi Cheng hated seeing Wu Suowei in a bad mood, fake or real.

“Alright, I’ll get it after dinner.”

Wu Suowei felt better.

“You gotta give me the money too,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei suddenly remembered Chi Cheng’s allowance wasn’t enough for the pies.

He carefully took out his wallet and counted.

“Door-nail meat pies are three yuan each. Buy me six, that’s eighteen.”

Chi Cheng stared at the twenty-yuan note in Wu Suowei’s hand, not pulling it out
immediately. Instead, he pulled out a ten, a five, and three coins, and gave exactly
eighteen yuan, not a penny more or less.

Chi Cheng laughed at him.

“Can’t you give a little more? Prices have gone up after the new year. Aren’t you afraid
the pies will cost more?”

Wu Suowei said, “If prices rise, just buy me two less.”

Chi Cheng played with the coins and said, “I’ll tell you a joke.”

Wu Suowei perked up — Chi Cheng telling jokes? Fresh!

Chi Cheng began, “There was this couple who were super stingy. One day, the husband
went to a neighbor’s house, suddenly had to poop. He farted twice and then put his pants
back on. He thought, ‘Why waste it outside?’ So he ran home to poop in his own toilet.”

Wu Suowei chuckled.

“Ridiculous! Treating a poop like treasure.”

“I’m not done,” Chi Cheng said. “When he got home, he told his wife what happened.
She gave him a hard slap and scolded him: ‘Those two farts would be perfect to save and
use for lighting!’”

“Hahaha…”

Wu Suowei thought the joke would be dry, but it was surprisingly funny. He laughed for
a long time, then suddenly realized something, and his smile turned into a roar.

“Are you trying to make fun of me with that joke? Ahhh…”

 CHAPTER 207
Coming out of Chi Cheng’s office, the two got into the elevator together.

The elevator slowly descended. When it reached the third floor, it dinged and the doors
opened. A female civil servant stepped in. Seeing Chi Cheng, a faint look of surprise
flashed in her eyes before she quickly looked away.

Wu Suowei, having been here many times, noticed that no matter the woman’s seniority,
age, or looks, whenever they looked at Chi Cheng, their expression was always the same.

To put it bluntly, the way they looked at Chi Cheng was like watching a monkey in a zoo,
which really annoyed Wu Suowei.

If you want to look, just do it openly. Don’t have the guts? Then don’t look at all!

Chi Cheng was standing properly when suddenly his butt got pinched.

When he glanced sideways at Wu Suowei, Wu stood straight as a rod, showing no

reaction at all.

Chi Cheng subtly shifted his gaze back.

Wu Suowei’s mischievous hand reached out again, aiming for the same spot, sneaking
another pinch.

When Chi Cheng looked over again with his peripheral vision, Wu still acted completely
innocent.

The female civil servant nearby watched with wide eyes.

There’s a saying that you shouldn’t touch a tiger’s butt—who dares pinch Chi Cheng’s
butt? Not just a pinch, even looking at it would make people hesitate. But Wu Suowei
dared. Not only did he dare tease Chi Cheng, he did so openly. No matter how much he
got scolded at home later, satisfying his mischievous side came first.

So, to trap a big shot like Chi Cheng, one must have both mental toughness and physical
resilience.

There was still over an hour before the dinner meeting. Chi Cheng stayed with Wu
Suowei in the car for a while.

Wu Suowei said, “I need to hire a new secretary. Too many trivial things on my plate.”

“Any candidates?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei replied, “The ones introduced before didn’t impress me. Either no good eye
for detail, not smart enough, or not steady. Most importantly, none were good-looking,
which affects my mood at work.”

Chi Cheng glanced at Wu Suowei but said nothing.

They chatted some more in the car. Near mealtime, Wu Suowei was about to get out of
Chi Cheng’s car when he spotted a familiar figure. Though they hadn’t met for over two
years, and the man had obviously gained weight, Wu Suowei recognized him
immediately.

“Zhang Baogui,” Wu Suowei muttered.

“How do you know him?” Chi Cheng asked.

“When I worked at the state-owned enterprise, he was our department head.”

The one Wu Suowei once cursed at, kicked in front of many employees, and told to get
lost.

“What’s he doing at your bureau?” Wu Suowei asked casually.

Chi Cheng said indifferently, “What else? For this project.”

Wu Suowei licked his lips — talk about enemies crossing paths!

Before leaving, Wu Suowei reminded Chi Cheng, “Don’t forget my door-nail meat pies,
they close at nine.”

“Eat something first to fill your stomach, or you’ll be hungry later.”

Wu Suowei was firm, “I won’t eat. I’m just waiting for your door-nail meat pies.”

Chi Cheng was at a loss, “Then stay home and don’t wander around.”

Wu Suowei nodded.

As soon as Chi Cheng left, Wu Suowei drove to Jiang Xiaoshuai’s place.

Since Jiang Xiaoshuai and Guo Chengyu got “official,” they started living together. Jiang
Xiaoshuai didn’t move into Guo Chengyu’s place—he thought Guo’s house was too big
and didn’t feel like home. So Jiang Xiaoshuai renovated his own apartment and had Guo
Chengyu move in.

When Wu Suowei arrived, Guo Chengyu wasn’t home yet. Jiang Xiaoshuai was on the
balcony taking down dried clothes—some were Guo Chengyu’s, some his own.
Wu Suowei sneered, “Seriously? You wash both your clothes?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai shook his head, “He washes, I dry and take them down.”

Wu Suowei’s face went blank.

“Why don’t you say he washes, takes down, and dries, and you just watch?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled, “I’m not that mean.”

“...!!” Wu Suowei bared his teeth, “You’re still not mean enough?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “The washing machine is automatic. You just put clothes in, done.
It’s no trouble.”

Wu Suowei still felt unfair, because with him and Chi Cheng, whoever has time does the
laundry. Sometimes when both are busy, they pile up dozens of underwear and socks,
wash and hang them all on the balcony. If you didn’t know, you’d think they ran a duck
farm.

“Have you eaten?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei shook his head.

“Good, me neither. Stay here and eat,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said. “There’s ready-made food
in the fridge, just heat it up.”

Wu Suowei rubbed his hands, “That’s perfect.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai went into the kitchen.

Wu Suowei asked, “Is Guo Zi not eating here?”

“He went to his parents’ today.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai took dishes from the fridge and heated them in the microwave.

Wu Suowei sniffed, “These aren’t leftovers, right?”

“Nope. Guo Zi made them fresh before work this afternoon.”

Wu Suowei was stunned, “What? Guo Zi can cook?”

“Sure,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said seriously, “He’s been cooking for a long time. You didn’t
know? His parents always treated him like a daughter because his dad wanted a girl. Back
when family planning was strict and his dad was an official, that wish never came true.”
Wu Suowei felt ashamed: Oh man, if they raised him as a daughter to be like this, how
manly would he be if raised as a son!

During the meal, Wu Suowei only took a couple of bites before stopping—not because it
tasted bad, but because it was so delicious it made him jealous.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei frowned, “I can’t argue with good food.”

“Damn!” Jiang Xiaoshuai smacked Wu Suowei’s head, “You’re eating less of mine? By
that logic, your mouth must be melting now.”

Wu Suowei didn’t get it, “Why are you like this? He’s not home for dinner, just find
somewhere else to eat a bit, no need to have food made and put in your fridge, what a
fuss!”

“That’s not my fault!” Jiang Xiaoshuai looked wronged. “I didn’t even know when he
made it. I only found it in the fridge when I came home.”

Wu Suowei gritted his teeth, “Don’t get too cocky!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed, “Honestly, he’s not always so attentive. It depends on his
mood. When he’s in a good mood, he does everything; when he’s not, who knows.”

“Does he ever have bad moods?” Wu Suowei asked, biting on his chopsticks.

“Nope.”

Wu Suowei almost broke his own teeth, angrily saying,

“Then why mention his bad moods at all?!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai shrugged, “See? I said I wasn’t sure!”

Wu Suowei stopped eating, grabbed Jiang Xiaoshuai, and bit his shoulder through his
clothes.

Jiang Xiaoshuai squirmed, almost knocking over the dishes.

“Stop it!” He scolded the apprentice, “Eat properly.”

Wu Suowei played dumb, “I don’t want to eat, I just want to bite you.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai pointed at Wu Suowei’s forehead, “Don’t get frisky. I just forgot your
big ass.”
Wu Suowei snorted coldly, having thought of something else.

“Who manages your money?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “He manages his, I manage mine. We keep financial
independence.”

Wu Suowei finally found his superiority, slammed the table.

“He manages all the money!!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed, “Alright, eat.”

Wu Suowei regained his appetite.

“Eat more.” Jiang Xiaoshuai served him more food.

Wu Suowei said, “Nope, gotta save room for meat pies.”

...

Meanwhile, the dinner with Chi Cheng had already started; he was the last to arrive.

Zhang Baogui was also at this dinner. Actually, it was his treat because all attendees were
government officials, and he was the one expected to pay.

During the meal, Zhang Baogui sat right across from the department head, flattering him
with toasts and compliments, saying all kinds of sycophantic things.

He was at a critical point for promotion, and winning this project would greatly benefit
his advancement. So he had been working hard to impress the department head recently.

After two glasses, the department head excused himself to the restroom, and Zhang
Baogui hurried to help him up.

Actually, the department head was sober and clear-headed.

After washing, the department head took the offered tissue.

Finally, the department head confided:

“Honestly, I’m the official approver of this project, but the real control lies with Mr. Chi.
If you want this project, don’t bother me; go find him.”

Zhang Baogui’s expression changed. “Mr. Chi?”

“The secretary-general Chi’s son, Chi Cheng,” the department head said, “He’s here at
this banquet.”

Zhang Baogui was startled. In fact, when the department head said Chi Cheng was here,
Zhang Baogui had already guessed who it was, because Chi Cheng’s presence alone
radiated an extraordinary aura.

“Thanks so much, Director Wang.”

Back at the table, Chi Cheng was quietly eating like everyone else — toasting and
showing due respect to the leaders.

Zhang Baogui felt that Chi Cheng was hard to approach. Though he was in his fifties, he
was intimidated by a young man not yet thirty.

Chi Cheng took out a cigarette.

Zhang Baogui came over and immediately bent to light it for him.

Chi Cheng’s phone buzzed. Busy checking the message, he didn’t notice who lit the
cigarette.

The message was from Wu Suowei:

“I’m hungry.”

Zhang Baogui secretly swapped seats with someone near Chi Cheng and picked up the
bottle of wine, aiming the mouth toward Chi Cheng’s glass.

Chi Cheng held down his wrist and coldly glanced at him.

“Don’t pour. I’m not drinking.”

More messages from Wu Suowei:

“Hungry hungry hungry hungry...”

Chi Cheng replied: “I have to drive later.”

“No worries, I’ll have someone send you back.”

“Gurgle... gurgle... gurgle...”

Chi Cheng stood and said to the officials, “Please enjoy your drinks. I have some
business and will leave first.”
Zhang Baogui asked, “So early?”

Chi Cheng nodded. He really couldn’t sit still — after eating less than three bites of
seafood, the clock needle kept spinning wildly. Sometimes it was 2 p.m., sometimes 11
p.m., sometimes he thought he might as well not leave... He feared if he didn’t go home
soon, his kid would starve.

At this time, Wu Suowei had just left Jiang Xiaoshuai’s place.

Chi Cheng rushed to the door-nail meat pie shop. It was just a little after eight, business
was booming, and he waited a long time before handing over fifteen yuan and three
coins.

Only when leaving did he notice the sign said the shop closed at 10 p.m.

Wu Suowei got home shortly after. Chi Cheng arrived with the bag and pinched his cheek
hard.

“Starve to death then!”

Wu Suowei smelled the strong aroma of meat. He thought it wouldn’t be very hot
anymore, but after biting in, the oil burst in his mouth, and he even burned his tongue.

No doubt Chi Cheng had driven fast.

Door-nail meat pies were made with beef tallow, very oily, and the tallow solidifies
easily. Only eaten hot did they taste good. Wu Suowei’s anger from Jiang Xiaoshuai’s
place vanished, replaced by the rich meaty aroma.

CHAPTER 208
Wu Suowei was very serious about hiring a new secretary and personally oversaw the
recruitment event.

“How’s it going? Are many people applying?” Wu Suowei asked Lin Yanrui.

“Quite a few. We already screened out a batch yesterday; today’s candidates are for the
second round,” Lin Yanrui replied.

Wu Suowei didn’t look at the people but noticed the thick stack of resumes in Lin
Yanrui’s hands and felt hopeful. He trusted Lin Yanrui’s judgment — if so many passed
the first cut, there must be some good ones for him to choose.
“Shall we start now?” Lin Yanrui asked.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want them to come in all together so you can take a look, or one by one?”

“One by one. Easier to see clearly.”

Lin Yanrui nodded and started calling names from the list.

“Liu Lin.”

Soon, a girl named Liu Lin opened the door and walked in. Wu Suowei’s bright, eager
gaze instantly clouded and dimmed. Well, her face was covered in acne enough to fry a
dish, one eye bigger than the other, mouth crooked to the left when she spoke, and her
uneven teeth when she smiled—making it impressive how unattractive she was.

Lin Yanrui asked a few questions and then looked toward Wu Suowei.

“Any questions for her?”

Wu Suowei shook his head coldly; he had nothing to say.

When the second person came in, Wu Suowei found her even harder to take. Bald with
small eyes and bowlegs, a big flat nose like a rosacea sufferer, and her breasts drooped
almost down to her belly button.

Lin Yanrui could tell from Wu Suowei’s face that he was displeased.

Next up.

This one took noticeably longer to appear, and Wu Suowei’s confidence started to rise
again.

Taking so long must mean she was a gem, right? Worth looking forward to?

But as soon as Wu Suowei saw her face clearly, he recoiled in his chair, feeling a chill
down his spine. This woman was absolutely hideous—her forehead took up half her face,
and her chin bent so much it almost touched her nose tip.

“Next,” Lin Yanrui said.

The next woman was so ugly that Wu Suowei almost laughed out loud—far away she
looked like a raccoon, up close like a snack biscuit, but definitely not someone you’d
want to eat.
Wu Suowei asked Lin Yanrui, “How many more?”

“Over twenty.”

“Alright, have them all come in together. I need to screen them quickly. I can’t take
going one by one anymore!”

“Okay.”

Lin Yanrui was about to call at the door when Wu Suowei stopped him.

“Wait a moment, let me catch my breath first.”

Five minutes later, Wu Suowei was ready.

Over twenty “beauties” lined up and walked in. The sight was not a breath-catcher but a
near suffocation. Seeing all their faces together made Wu Suowei feel like he was in a
disaster zone—utter devastation.

As Wu Suowei composed himself, the “ladies” whispered among themselves.

“Is that the general manager sitting nearby?”

“Really? So handsome?”

“That’s him. I saw his photo on the company website. Came here just because he’s good-
looking.”

“You’re such a perv!”

“...”

Wu Suowei didn’t find being ogled by this crowd of women in the slightest bit enjoyable.

Once the women were dismissed, Wu Suowei turned to Lin Yanrui with a dark
expression.

“You call this a selection? Did you pick this mess on purpose to mess with me?”

Lin Yanrui defended himself, “Mr. Wu, you didn’t see the ones we eliminated—they
were so ugly they didn’t even look human!”

“I don’t get it. One or two ugly ones are fine, but how did you get a whole batch of these?
Didn’t I specify in the requirements ‘Must look like a human’?”

Lin Yanrui chuckled, “No, you didn’t.”

“Then why?!” Wu Suowei slammed the table.

Lin Yanrui revealed the truth.

“Honestly, Mr. Wu, Chi Shao already did one round of screening before me. He filtered
out the unqualified and poor performers. What’s left for me is just this bunch. I have no
choice.”

Wu Suowei understood immediately.

Chi Cheng, you’re ruthless!

In the following days, Zhang Baogui finally tracked down Gangzi after some inquiry.

“I feel a bit embarrassed having an elder invite me,” Gangzi said.

Zhang Baogui smiled kindly, “Don’t be. I drank with Chi Cheng last time—we’re
basically friends now. That young man’s impressive, looks like someone destined for
great things.”

Gangzi nodded quietly.

Zhang Baogui chatted casually, “You and Chi Cheng have known each other many years,
right? I heard you two are close.”

“Been a long time, but not that close. Just so-so.”

Zhang Baogui began probing.

“I heard he really likes snakes.”

“That was years ago. Now it’s whatever.”

“Got a girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Still no girlfriend at your age?”

Gangzi smiled faintly, “Never found the right one.”

“I heard Chi Cheng also doesn’t have a girlfriend. With such good conditions, is he just
too picky? I heard he only wants a virgin from a noble family.”
“No way,” Gangzi said, “He’s dated a few before, just broke up.”

“What were those girls like? Why did it end?”

Gangzi said, “Don’t know the details. Probably personality clashes.”

Zhang Baogui offered Gangzi some food, then asked, “When I drank with Chi Cheng last
time, he always looked serious. Is he like that with you too?”

“Got used to it.”

Zhang Baogui tentatively asked, “Is he hard to persuade if someone wants him to do
something?”

“If it’s something he wants, no persuasion needed; he just does it. If he doesn’t want to,
no one can change his mind.”

Zhang Baogui grinned awkwardly, “He’s got character.”

Gangzi chuckled, saying nothing more.

“So basically, it’s almost impossible to get him to do favors?”

“Not quite.”

Zhang Baogui’s eyes narrowed, staring intently at Gangzi.

“What do you mean?”

Gangzi said bluntly, “You can’t bribe him with gifts. He lacks nothing. Anything you
give him means little. But there is someone whose words carry weight with him. You
should win over that person. Once you get him on your side, your chances are very
good.”

Zhang Baogui’s eyes gleamed. “Who? Could it be Secretary Chi?”

“Far from it.”

Zhang Baogui was surprised, “Even his own father can’t compare? Who else could it
be?”

Gangzi told him Wu Suowei’s name.

At first Zhang Baogui didn’t catch it, but after Gangzi repeated it, he realized Wu Suowei
was a person.
“Are there others with that name?”

Gangzi smiled, “He changed it later.”

“Oh.” Zhang Baogui asked, “What’s he like?”

“His tastes are simple, like any man—money and women. Giving women to Chi Cheng
won’t work. But if you can give women to Wu Suowei, that’s real skill. If he’s happy,
one word from him helps more than running around everywhere.”

Zhang Baogui finally understood and thanked Gangzi deeply.

Two days later, Zhang Baogui came to visit.

Wu Suowei leisurely leaned against the window, watching Zhang Baogui’s car park
below. The man waddled in with a big belly toward the company entrance, a sly smile on
Wu’s lips.

“Manager Wu, someone outside is looking for you. They say it’s the technical director
from XX Group.”

Wu Suowei nodded, “Okay, I got it. Tell him I’ll be down shortly.”

He then pulled out a pack of macadamia nuts from the drawer, pried it open with a small
key, and crunched away crisply. Half an hour passed unnoticed as Wu Suowei devoured
most of the nuts.

The receptionist knocked again, “Manager Wu, are you busy now?”

“No.”

“The director is still downstairs waiting. Is it convenient for you to come down?”

“I’ll be down soon.”

After the receptionist left, Wu Suowei went back to eating nuts, acting as if nothing was
said.

Zhang Baogui waited over an hour downstairs. As an experienced state-owned enterprise

cadre, being made to wait by a young private enterprise manager was frustrating. But
what could he do? When you need favors, you have to endure.

After another twenty minutes, Wu Suowei finally strolled downstairs leisurely.

At first Zhang Baogui was puzzled by the familiar yet unplaceable face. When Wu
Suowei got close, he relaxed his focused gaze and smiled.

“Hello, Manager Wu.”

Wu Suowei shook Zhang Baogui’s hand politely. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Director
Zhang.”

Zhang Baogui felt Wu’s voice was familiar but still couldn’t place him.

Wu Suowei invited Zhang Baogui to sit on a nearby sofa and had the receptionist make
him a good cup of tea.

“Director Zhang, what brings you here today? Looking for something or hoping to
cooperate with us?” Wu Suowei asked knowingly.

Zhang Baogui said, “I really admire your company’s products and like your business
model and environment. I heard you’re hiring a secretary. I have a niece, a senior
studying secretarial studies, looking for an internship. I want to bring her here to try.
She’s not picky about pay, just wants experience.”

Wu Suowei asked, “Did you bring her?”

“She’s in the car, shy and hasn’t dared to come down.”

“Then go get her. If I go, she might get nervous.”

“All right.”

Zhang Baogui happily walked to the door.

Wu Suowei suddenly grabbed a big apple from the fruit tray and threw it hard at the back
of Zhang Baogui’s head. Zhang staggered, almost hitting the door frame.

Zhang Baogui looked at the apple on the floor, then at Wu Suowei sitting nearby, his face
changing.

“Sorry,” Wu Suowei said, looking guilty, “The apple slipped from my hand.”

The door was five or six meters away—this “slip” was quite a throw. Zhang Baogui saw
through Wu Suowei’s true nature, but for his promotion, he swallowed his pride.

He knocked on the car window, and the pretty student got out.
Although Wu Suowei was prepared, seeing such a bright and fresh college girl still made
his heart skip. Bare-faced, her skin was like cream cheese, her looks pure, her breasts full
and round—a perfect phrase to describe her would be “baby face, big breasts.”

Wu Suowei’s “little bird” got a bit restless.

But he still held himself well, showing the poise and demeanor of a respectable
businessman.

“Hello,” the student shyly held out her hand.

Wu Suowei took her hand—her skin smooth and soft, unlike holding Chi Cheng’s firm
hand. The latter made him feel secure; the former made him feel unsettled.

CHAPTER 209
“Mr. Wu, what do you think?” Zhang Baogui asked.

Wu Suowei said, “Your niece can’t be wrong. How about this—let her intern here for
two days. If she fits, I’ll keep her.”

Zhang Baogui was quite pleased and handed Wu Suowei a business card.

“If you need anything, just call this number.”

Wu Suowei glanced down at it. The number was far too familiar—back when he worked
under Zhang Baogui, he was at Zhang’s disposal 24/7. Rain or shine, hot or cold, no
matter his physical condition, whenever that number rang, he had to rush immediately.

He casually slipped the card into his pocket and said, “Alright, got it.”

Just as Zhang Baogui was leaving, he suddenly asked, “Have we met before?”

“Have we?” Wu Suowei feigned ignorance. “I don’t recall. Maybe you’ve got the wrong
person?”

“Maybe.”

After Zhang Baogui left, the young beauty followed Wu Suowei into the office.

“By the way, I don’t know your name yet,” Wu Suowei said.

“Zhang Ying.”
Wu Suowei nodded, his masculine gaze sweeping over her.

“How old are you?”

Zhang Ying held up two fingers. “Twenty-two.”

“What do you like to do in your free time?”

“Singing and dancing.”

Wu Suowei immediately pictured the hula dance he had seen in Hawaii. If this girl wore
a grass skirt with no top on, how wildly would those two big breasts sway?!

Zhang Ying’s sweet voice broke his daydream.

“Mr. Wu, I didn’t expect you to be this handsome.”

Wu Suowei crossed his hands on the desk, wearing a mature and wise smile.

“Really? I don’t see it.”

Zhang Ying nodded, “Yes, your features are very defined, especially your eyes—so
electrifying, I almost got dazzled when I walked in.” She stuck out her tongue playfully.

Wu Suowei noticed her tongue was particularly perky, like a little fox.

Zhang Ying’s shyness gradually faded, replaced by a subtle coquettishness.

“Mr. Wu, I think your figure is perfect—not bulky muscles, not too skinny, just healthy
and handsome. And you look great in dress pants, your legs are very long and make your
posture elegant. Plus, the front is especially well-proportioned, full and rounded…”

Despite such bold praise, Wu Suowei kept a calm, composed expression.

“You sure have a sweet mouth,” he said.

Zhang Ying leaned close, pouting. “It’s not that I have a sweet mouth—it’s just that
you’re naturally outstanding! They say you can tell if a man is ‘strong’ by looking at his
eyes. If they’re cloudy, his kidneys aren’t good. If they’re bright and clear like yours,
then your partner is lucky.”

Wu Suowei thought bitterly: Lucky? Mine are even brighter than yours by several
degrees.

“What if the eyes have red veins?” Wu Suowei asked, concerned about Jiang Xiaoshuai’s
sexual health.
Zhang Ying frowned prettily. “That’s probably just fatigue, right?”

Wu Suowei shook his head, “What if it’s natural?”

She pondered a moment, then her eyes lit up.

“You mean those red streaks? That’s not veins! An old man lives next to my family’s old
courtyard, his eyes have red streaks. He’s strong—had a daughter at seventy-six.”

Wu Suowei swallowed hard. Damn, Master, please take care of yourself!

Zhang Ying continued, “You can also tell by hair quality. Your hair is black, shiny, thick,
and very glossy…” She reached out her fingers and lightly scratched his scalp.

Wu Suowei realized this girl was no ordinary secretarial major; she was practically a
geisha major. Back in school, he knew girls like her—chauffeured luxury cars every day,
known as campus prostitutes.

Still, that didn’t stop Wu Suowei from liking her.

Zhang Ying kept praising him non-stop, making Wu Suowei feel light-headed. If not for
his heavy balls pulling him down, his “bird” might have flown off.

“Mr. Wu, you’re my ideal boss, the white knight of my dreams, the perfect prince
unreachable.”

Wu Suowei thought to himself, How many have you had sex with to be this cheeky?

That evening after dinner, Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng sat watching soccer. Suddenly Wu
Suowei remembered the secretary’s method of judging a man’s sexual ability by his
eyeballs, so he turned and stared into Chi Cheng’s eyes.

Chi Cheng’s eyes reflected Wu Suowei’s distinct features—sharp, bright, bottomless.

“What’re you staring at?” Chi Cheng tapped Wu’s forehead.

Wu Suowei blurted, “When I look at you, do you feel like you’re getting shocked?”

Chi Cheng scowled, “No.”

“Look again,” Wu pressed.

Chi Cheng didn’t move his eyes, staring straight at the TV, afraid if he looked away he
might not look back.
“Boring,” Wu muttered.

After a while, Wu recalled the secretary’s praise about his well-endowed front, so he
glanced down at his crotch—it was indeed bulging. Then he looked at Chi Cheng’s and
suddenly felt his own was so flat.

Every time with Chi Cheng, Wu Suowei’s manly pride took a hit.

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, so he banged his head hard
into Chi Cheng’s crotch several times.

Take that, you so well-endowed!

Take that, you so well-endowed!

Take that, you so well-endowed!...

Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei and pulled him up.

“I think you wanna die.”

After Chi Cheng “dealt” with him, Wu Suowei didn’t immediately dive under the covers
as usual but stood by the bed exercising. He lifted two dumbbells up and down, sweating
profusely.

Chi Cheng leaned against the headboard, eyeing Wu with mockery.

“What’s the use of only working your arms? Work on your waist strength, so you don’t
get stuck when riding me.”

“Get lost!”

Wu exercised with his back turned to Chi Cheng.

When they got into bed, Wu Suowei recalled the secretary’s compliments and asked,
“Honestly, how do you think I look?”

Chi Cheng stared at him a few minutes, then said, “Above average.”

Considering Chi Cheng had never called anyone “top,” that was faint praise.

Wu Suowei felt dissatisfied, “Don’t you think my features are very defined?”

“They are when you’re climaxing.”

Wu Suowei punched Chi Cheng twice, quieting himself, but soon asked another question.
“How about my body?”

This time Chi Cheng gave good marks.

Excited, Wu Suowei asked, “Where do you think the highlight is?”

He deliberately lifted the blanket to show off his long legs.

“Nope,” Chi Cheng said, “Your butt is big enough.”

Wu Suowei scolded, “Why you always staring at that? Didn’t you notice my legs are
long?”

Chi Cheng said, “When you spread ‘em, yeah, they look long. The wider, the longer.”

Wu Suowei felt they had no common language. Annoyed, he grabbed all the blankets,
leaving Chi Cheng exposed bare-bottomed.

Chi Cheng tugged Wu Suowei’s hair, pulling him close.

“Don’t touch my hair!” Wu warned, “If you pull it out, can you pay for it? So black and
shiny!”

Chi Cheng teased, “What’s blackder than your pubic hair? You never complained when I
pulled that, but now your hair?”

Wu turned and pulled Chi Cheng’s hair hard, facing off.

After a while, Wu grew tired, staring at the ceiling, chest rising and falling.

“Mr. Wu, you’re my ideal boss, the white knight of my dreams, the perfect prince
unreachable.”

Wu smiled faintly and nudged Chi Cheng with his elbow.

“Hey, what am I to you?”

Chi Cheng paused, “You’re my popcorn.”

“Popcorn? Why popcorn?”

“Because then I can pop you.”

“...!!”

After some tussling, Wu Suowei finally fell asleep deeply.

Maybe because of Wu’s questions, Chi Cheng couldn’t help stealing glances at him. He
looked for over half an hour. If Wu opened his eyes then, he would see a very different
gaze:

Full of deep love, both domineering and gentle, wild and intense.

Chi Cheng’s hand gently caressed Wu’s cheek, smooth forehead, proud nose, thin lips,
firm chin… recalling his angry wide eyes, his happy upturned mouth, his emotional
furrowed brows, and his face full of intense, almost tearful ecstasy at climax…

Looking down, the waist Chi Cheng once disliked now became a treasured darling. He
ran his hands back and forth over it, feeling the smooth yet tight texture, imagining how
lewdly it would move.

And those two long legs that always wrapped around Chi Cheng’s waist, making him
want to give everything for him.

Finally, his breath reached Wu Suowei’s hairline, feeling the teasing touch of hair tips.

Suddenly, while Chi Cheng closed his eyes and indulged in the moment, he smelled
something strange.

The scent of nail polish.

Chi Cheng, after years of wandering through many women, was very familiar with
female body scents. Especially the smell on Wu Suowei—any foreign scent was
immediately noticeable.

Wu Suowei was sleeping soundly but suddenly was jerked awake by an inexplicable
pain.

Chi Cheng pulled him up.

Wu Suowei groaned, “What are you doing?”

“Training your waist.”

“I don’t wanna anymore, I’m sleepy... mm…”

At first, Wu was still drowsy, then gradually woke up. Finally, he became fully aroused,
straddling Chi Cheng and moving his hips vigorously.

Chi Cheng spanked Wu’s butt like kicking a stubborn donkey.

“Move faster!”
Wu Suowei tilted his head back, moaning.

“Ah... can’t go on...”

Two more belts landed with Chi Cheng’s fierce growl.

“Faster.”

“Can’t... gonna come... ahhhh...”

The next day, Gangzi found Chi Cheng and told him about Zhang Baogui.

“Back when Wu Suowei worked in the state enterprise, he was always under Zhang’s
command. But this time when Zhang came looking for Wu, he didn’t recognize him.”

Chi Cheng was puzzled, “Didn’t recognize him? He worked there three years. Even if he
changed his name, he shouldn’t not recognize him!”

Gangzi explained, “Because Wu looked very different from before.”

“Did he get plastic surgery?” Chi Cheng asked.

Gangzi smirked, “No surgery, he was just fat before.”

He showed a photo of Wu Suowei in his “prime,” before losing weight—when Yue Yue
first broke up with him. He once weighed 170-180 pounds, all fat pressing and distorting
his features—even his trademark big eyes looked smaller.

If Gangzi hadn’t told him, Chi Cheng almost wouldn’t have recognized him.

To sum up Chi Cheng’s view of the “fat Wu” in four words: can’t be tolerated.

From then on, all the coke and chips in the house had to be cleared out—no chance of
rebounding.

But Chi Cheng still laughed to himself.

Really wanted to pinch those two fat cheeks off his face.

“Zhang Baogui bullied him a lot back then,” Gangzi said.

Chi Cheng’s smile faded, a dark shadow creeping into his eyes.
 CHAPTER 210
“Zhang Ying, did you archive that file I asked you to yesterday?” Wu Suowei asked.

Zhang Ying mischievously blinked. “Guess.”

“...Don’t joke around, I’m serious.”

She sidled up to Wu Suowei, her soft chest brushing his arm deliberately, her voice sweet
and smooth. “What do you mean I’m not serious? Whatever Mr. Wu asks me to do, I
always give it my all.”

Wu Suowei neither pulled away nor responded, calmly accepting the “gift.” “Go back to
your office and read. Didn’t I give you that thick stack of documents yesterday? You
need to study it carefully and thoroughly.”

Zhang Ying smiled with charming eyes. “I already finished reading it.”

“That fast? Then I’ll quiz you.”

Wu Suowei asked a casual, simple question.

Zhang Ying stomped her foot and pouted. “Mr. Wu, you’re deliberately making it hard
for me, aren’t you? That question’s too tough. I read it several times yesterday and didn’t
understand it. How about you explain it to me first?”

Before Wu Suowei could resist, Zhang Ying tugged him down to sit beside her,
snuggling close with a sweet smile.

Wu Suowei explained in an orderly manner. Every few sentences, they exchanged

glances, and Zhang Ying took the chance to send flirtatious looks. Wu Suowei feigned
composure and continued talking, but Zhang Ying moved the hand he rested on her leg to
her own thigh, softly stroking the inside of her thigh.

Wu Suowei felt like he wasn’t teaching but practicing “sitting still without disturbance.”

“Got it?” Wu Suowei asked.

Zhang Ying didn’t answer but gave him a seductive, enticing look.

If Wu Suowei didn’t have Sun Wukong’s fiery eyes, knowing she was a temptress, he
might have truly been beguiled.

“Mr. Wu, do you like me?”

Wu Suowei gave an ambiguous answer, “As your boss, I do like you as my secretary.”
Zhang Ying smiled silently and pulled his hand toward the space between her legs.

“What if my uncle asks you for a favor? Would you consider it for my sake?”

“Of course I would consider it, whether I agree or not is another matter.”

“Then say yes, say yes…”

Zhang Ying’s voice softened as she leaned nearly into Wu Suowei’s arms.

A strong scent of perfume swept over him. His hand touched a soft area, and his internal
alarm blared sharply. Wu Suowei quickly pulled his hand back.

“We’ll talk about this later. You go out now, I still have some work to do.”

Zhang Ying pouted. “Alright then.”

As soon as the door closed, Wu Suowei’s pretended righteous mask was ripped off. He
gasped for breath and rushed to the bathroom, undoing his pants, unzipping, releasing his
long-trapped little beast. Just as he was about to soothe it, he suddenly caught sight of Chi
Cheng’s car speeding toward the company entrance and quickly turned on cold water to
extinguish his “passion.”

Chi Cheng’s speed was impressive. From the first floor entrance to the second-floor
office took only a few seconds. By the time he pushed the door open, Wu Suowei was
hurriedly fastening his belt in the bathroom.

Chi Cheng strode straight to the sofa and sat down silently.

Wu Suowei took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the bathroom door.

“Hey, when did you get here?” he pretended to be surprised.

Chi Cheng looked up, his face dark and grim—Wu Suowei’s smile instantly froze.

No way... did he catch me fooling around with Zhang Ying?

That’s impossible! Zhang Ying left just before his car arrived.

Wu Suowei cautiously asked, “What’s wrong?”

Chi Cheng stayed silent a long time before saying, “Bad mood.”

“Why?”

“Someone pissed me off.”

“Who?”

“You tell me who? Who else but you has the guts for that!!”

Chi Cheng’s face darkened suddenly, his shout thundered above Wu Suowei’s head. Wu
rarely saw him so angry and was instantly terrified. Even his little beast was scared stiff,
hiding like a coward in Wu’s pants, secretly watching Chi Cheng.

The office fell into silence.

The normally mighty Manager Wu sat like a wooden stake between two chairs, not
daring to move.

After a while, Chi Cheng’s expression softened somewhat. He lifted his eyelids and
glanced at Wu.

“Come here.”

Wu Suowei hesitated, then obediently sat beside Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng’s arm circled tightly around Wu, gripping his cheeks, asking softly, “Did I
scare you?”

Wu Suowei replied vaguely, “Sort of.”

Chi Cheng said nothing but stroked Wu’s head like coaxing a child.

Wu Suowei thought: Has he taken some strange medicine? One moment angry, the next
gentle?

Chi Cheng tightened his grip, as if trying to squeeze Wu into his flesh and bones, devour
him, so he wouldn’t have to worry about him again.

Wu sensed Chi Cheng’s mood wasn’t about him hiring a secretary, since they’d had
many small incidents before; Chi wouldn’t get angry just for a fling.

“What’s wrong with you?” Wu tried.

Chi Cheng’s tone hardened, “You better not ask.”

Wu obediently shut up.

Chi Cheng held him like that, making Wu yawn, nodding off almost asleep. The office
bell rang for closing; outside noise rose from quiet to lively. Wu opened his eyes,
subconsciously glancing at Chi Cheng’s face above him—still gloomy.
“Go home?” Wu asked.

Chi Cheng finally loosened his hold, silently watching Wu pack up, then followed him
out.

“Where’s the car?” Wu asked.

Chi Cheng said, “Didn’t drive.”

Wu said, “Wait, I’ll go get my car.”

“No need.” Chi Cheng’s tone was heavy. “Run home.”

Wu’s eyes went wide. “Run? From here to our place is at least ten miles!”

“I said run, you run!”

Under Chi Cheng’s pressure, Wu relented and followed him running reluctantly. Though
it wasn’t summer and the run felt comfortable, the distance was too far. Wu panted
halfway, grabbed Chi Cheng’s arm, and pleaded, “Can we rest a bit?”

Chi Cheng yelled, “Rest? After just starting?”

Wu said nothing, trailing behind. The briefcase was light but a nuisance while running.
Wu begged Chi Cheng, “Can you carry it for me?”

But Chi Cheng was determined to torment him—he not only refused but stuffed his own
phone, lighter, wooden egg, Dabao cream, and two snack bags all into Wu’s bag.

Wu gritted his teeth and kept running a while more. Chi Cheng sped up.

“Slow down, slow down! I can’t keep up!”

Chi Cheng slapped him; Wu flew two meters forward.

So Wu staggered through the entire route under Chi Cheng’s slap.

Once home, Wu thought he could rest, but Chi forced him to do a lap of frog jumps and a
thousand jump ropes on the downstairs track before giving him a break.

At dinner, Chi kept feeding Wu, but it was no kindness.

“Eat this.” Chi ordered.

Wu looked miserable. “I can’t eat anymore, I’ll burst.”

“Eat it.”

Wu suspected someone had put gunpowder in Chi’s water.

After dinner, Wu was too tired to keep his eyes open, slumped on the sofa without
moving. Then the devil Chi appeared again.

“Get up and exercise.”

Wu frowned. “I’m tired.”

“Get up anyway.” Chi roughly pulled him up. “One hundred push-ups, now. If you don’t
finish, I’ll spank you!”

Wu was furious inside. Why punish me? Why not just talk?

“No.”

Chi wasn’t joking. He pinned Wu to the floor and twisted his arm, forcing him.

“Chi Cheng, you’re a jerk! Bullying the weak!”

Chi snarled, “You’re weak, so I get to bully you!”

Wu gave up yelling, gritted his teeth, and finished the push-ups. Then he rolled over and
stormed into the bedroom, grabbed a quilt, and marched to another bedroom.

Bang.

Even Grandpa Wu has his temper.

CHAPTER 211
Chi Cheng knew that Wu Suowei was angry.

In fact, from the moment Wu Suowei was lying on the floor howling and struggling, Chi
Cheng already felt some regret. This was the first time he had lost control of his temper
and unleashed his anger on the person he loved most.

Actually, his heart wasn’t that big.

Especially when it involved Wu Suowei, Chi Cheng’s heart felt unbearably tight, as if
someone was trying to pry it open, causing him unbearable pain as if his skin was being
torn apart and blood flowing.

Right now, Chi Cheng was enduring exactly this kind of pain.

Ever since Gangzi told him about the bullying Wu Suowei suffered back then, Chi Cheng
hadn’t recovered. Although he knew it was pointless to dwell on the past, every time he
thought about the scenes of Wu Suowei being kicked and beaten, his heart felt like a nail
was hammered in—he felt such sorrow and even hatred for Wu Suowei himself.

He hated how weak Wu Suowei had been, hated that he allowed himself to be bullied.

Chi Cheng wished he could travel back through time and jump into that scene, dealing
blows to those who bullied Wu Suowei. Then he would scoop Wu Suowei into his pocket
and bring him straight back home.

He couldn’t bear to see, hear, or tolerate even the slightest grievance against Wu Suowei.

If someone now told Chi Cheng that Wu Suowei had suffered a difficult birth, even
nearly suffocating from being stuck in the birth canal, Chi Cheng would probably feel sad
for a while.

It might sound a bit melodramatic, but this was Chi Cheng’s true state of mind at the
moment.

His shoes were covered with ash, Chi Cheng shook his feet and started walking toward
the room where Wu Suowei was.

The door was locked.

But Chi Cheng had the key, so he opened it quickly.

Wu Suowei sat on the bed with his back to Chi Cheng, silently sulking.

Chi Cheng walked over and placed his big hand on the back of Wu Suowei’s head,
quietly watching him.

“I heard some things this afternoon. It left me feeling pretty bad, so…”

“Don’t say anymore.” Wu Suowei cut him off. “I know why.”

Chi Cheng lowered his eyes slightly. “You know?”

“Gangzi called me.” Wu Suowei’s gaze was gloomy. “He said you saw my old photos
and your face went really bad. He worried you might be upset and told me to talk to you.”
Chi Cheng: “…”

Wu Suowei suddenly choked up a bit. “You just don’t like that I was fat before, right?
Worried I’d regain the weight? I’m telling you, if I ever get like that again, I won’t wait
for you to say anything—I’ll leave on my own!”

Chi Cheng laughed at Wu Suowei’s anger.

“Then I don’t want you now. You better get fat quickly.”

Wu Suowei’s eyes reddened, his fists rained down on Chi Cheng like raindrops, like a
fierce wild wolf tearing, biting, kicking, as if trying to kill him.

Chi Cheng just let him vent until Wu Suowei tired himself out and slumped into Chi
Cheng’s arms.

“Weight defeats love,” Wu Suowei mumbled.

Chi Cheng pinched Wu Suowei’s face hard. “Look at you, silly! I’m just teasing you. Do
you think you’d have a chance to get fat with me around? I’d beat a few pounds off you
myself.”

Wu Suowei kept a stiff face and said nothing.

Chi Cheng patted the back of Wu Suowei’s head again and pretended to scold, “I told
you to exercise, not to harm you! Just a little tired, why the long face? Why such a bad
temper, huh?”

Wu Suowei still kept silent.

Chi Cheng pinched the most sensitive flesh at the base of Wu Suowei’s thigh. Wu
Suowei yelped in pain.

“Get lost!”

Chi Cheng’s face darkened, then pinched Wu Suowei’s testicles.

“Who do you want to get lost, huh?”

Wu Suowei, in pain and anger, kicked at Chi Cheng’s groin. Chi Cheng winced and
pulled Wu Suowei into a tight embrace, reprimanding him. Wu Suowei fought back
stubbornly and grabbed a slipper from the floor, swinging it at Chi Cheng.

The two of them wrestled and played rough for a while, until finally Chi Cheng forcibly
pinned Wu Suowei down.
“Waimei, you can hit me all you want, but you can’t let anyone else lay a hand on me.”

Wu Suowei froze for a moment, then said nothing.

“Why were you so spineless back then? Zhang Baogui told you to do things, and you just
did them? You let him scold you, let him kick you? Didn’t you even try to fight back?”

Wu Suowei never expected Chi Cheng to be so upset over some trivial old matter.

“How was I supposed to know what I was thinking back then?” Wu Suowei complained.
“Besides, how long ago was it? I’m not a coward in front of you now, why are you so
worked up?”

“You say why I’m worked up?” Chi Cheng’s face darkened again. “Who knows if you’ll
foolishly let others bully you again, not daring to fight back?!”

“Do you think this could happen to me again?” Wu’s eyes widened. “Who dares try to
bully me?”

Only a cure for the heart disease will cure it, and Wu’s words made Chi Cheng feel
somewhat relieved.

“Come on, make me a promise: never take a loss again.”

Wu Suowei originally thought it was unnecessary, but Chi Cheng insisted he say it out
loud. Wu Suowei gave in and said reluctantly, “I promise, I won’t take a loss again.”

Unexpectedly, Chi Cheng demanded, “Say it one hundred times.”

Wu Suowei didn’t expect the tough guy to act like a whiny girl when pushed.

“I won’t say it.”

“Not saying it? Then do one hundred push-ups.”

“…I promise, I won’t take a loss again; I promise, I won’t take a loss again; I promise, I
won’t take a loss again…”

Wu Suowei repeated the words dumbly, not because he feared the push-ups, but because
he could tell Chi Cheng was truly worried.

After he finished, Chi Cheng questioned again, “Remember?”

Wu Suowei nodded, “Remember.”

“If you dare let anyone slap you again, I’ll slap you ten times back.”
“Why?” Wu was upset. “What if they really want to hurt me?”

“I don’t care. If you give someone a chance to hurt you, that’s your responsibility.”

Wu Suowei was furious. How could there be such a person? It would be my fault if I let
people hurt me? Just as he was about to retort, he thought of a better way to vent and
changed his tone.

“It’s better if you don’t say anything. When you said that, I remembered something.
Once, I talked back to Zhang Baogui and he punched me several times in the stomach,
making me vomit…”

“Enough.” Chi Cheng interrupted grimly. “Don’t say anymore.”

Wu Suowei’s annoyance vanished, and he pounded Chi Cheng’s shoulder twice, laughing
heartily.

After he laughed enough, Chi Cheng dropped another bomb.

“Starting tomorrow, two hours of exercise daily, plus one hour of basic sanda (Chinese
kickboxing) training. When your fundamentals are solid, I’ll teach you some practical
sanda moves so you don’t have to worry when you go out.”

Wu Suowei complained, “Why not just hire me two bodyguards?”

Bodyguards? Chi Cheng thought to himself, he doesn’t even want a secretary for you,
and you want bodyguards?

Wang Zhen still lingered in Chi Cheng’s rival camp. Could Chi Cheng let Wu Suowei get
involved with anything related to him?

“No one’s stronger than yourself.” Chi Cheng tugged Wu Suowei’s ear. “Listen to me, it
won’t hurt you.”

Zhang Baogui invited the office director to dinner to secretly gather information, and he
invited Chi Cheng too. Originally he didn’t expect much, but Chi Cheng actually
accepted.

Moreover, Chi Cheng arrived before the director.

Zhang Baogui was overjoyed, patting Chi Cheng’s shoulder, “Didn’t expect you’d really
come.”

Chi Cheng said calmly, “I happened to be free.”

“Come on, come on, let’s sit inside. I guess your Uncle Zhao is almost here too.”
Chi Cheng entered expressionless.

The three of them sat around a big table eating. Zhang Baogui chatted familiarly with the
office director, while Chi Cheng quietly listened. He rarely spoke or played with his
phone, staying steady.

The office director joked with Chi Cheng, “Big Chi, you’re usually the first to leave.
Why aren’t you in a hurry today?”

Chi Cheng replied evenly, “Because I’m not full yet.”

“Ha ha ha…” Zhang Baogui laughed heartily and quickly called the waiter, “Bring us
another dish for Mr. Chi. What do you want? Order whatever you like.”

Chi Cheng said, “Some hot tofu, please.”

Soon, a steaming clay pot arrived, with soft white tofu bubbling inside.

Chi Cheng picked a piece and handed it to Zhang Baogui.

“Oh, thank you, nephew.” Zhang Baogui smiled and said, “Let it cool a bit before
eating.”

Unexpectedly, Chi Cheng said, “This tofu must be eaten hot.”

Without another word, Zhang Baogui put the tofu into his mouth. Before he could chew,
a wave of heat burned his tongue. Just as he wanted to spit it out, he heard Chi Cheng
ask, “Is it good?”

Zhang Baogui swallowed with a gulp. His esophagus blistered from the heat, and it took
a while before he managed to say two words.

“Tasty.”

Chi Cheng quietly dipped his chopsticks into the pot again, scooping out another piece.

“If it’s good, have another.”

Zhang Baogui: “…”

After eating less than half, Zhang Baogui couldn’t bear the stomach pain anymore and
hunched over to the restroom.

Chi Cheng followed silently.

Zhang Baogui walked quickly, unaware of footsteps behind him. When he realized, a
strong force hit his back. His body swayed, and his stomach hit the sink hard, overturning
the hot tofu inside. Another force spun him around. The tofu he was about to vomit
spilled all over Chi Cheng’s shoes.

Looking up, Zhang Baogui’s face changed drastically.

“Mr. Chi, I’m really sorry, I…”

He reached for two tissues to wipe Chi Cheng’s shoes.

Unexpectedly, Chi Cheng bent down and grabbed Zhang Baogui’s wrist, his voice dark
and heavy.

“Where it came from, let it go back.”

“…”

CHAPTER 212
Just a few pieces of tofu had caused Zhang Baogui unbearable suffering.

His esophagus and stomach were both burned, and he had been receiving IV drips at the
hospital for several days. Not only was eating painful, even breathing was accompanied
by sharp stabs of pain. Whenever he coughed, it felt as if a blunt object struck his chest
hard, nearly taking his life.

But these were secondary troubles. The main pain was psychological.

These days, Zhang Baogui’s mind kept flashing back to that scene in the restroom, where
he was crawling at Chi Cheng’s feet, licking filth. This humiliation was devastating for a
man in his fifties, leaving a heavy shadow in his heart that would never fade.

He didn’t understand. He had no grudges or conflicts with Chi Cheng, so why was he
treated like this?

Even if Chi Cheng acted recklessly because of his powerful background, there had to be a
reason, right?

And then there was Wu Suowei. Zhang Baogui always felt there was something wrong
with that man. Even though Wu Suowei repeatedly insisted he didn’t know Zhang
Baogui, Zhang Baogui still felt there was a connection between them.
To find the truth, he secretly investigated Wu Suowei.

When he learned that Wu Suowei was actually Wu Qiqiong—the very man he had
pushed out of the company years ago—he was so shocked he was speechless. At first,
when he met Wu Suowei, a flicker of Wu Qiqiong’s image crossed his mind, but he
dismissed it because their auras were so different, making any overlap impossible.

Yet fate was just that coincidental.

The fool he once treated like dirt had now become a young, successful entrepreneur—not
only outstanding but also a trump card that affected Zhang Baogui’s own future
prospects.

These days, whenever Zhang Baogui recalled how he treated Wu Suowei back then, he
felt a chill down his spine.

But although he wanted to withdraw and give up this valuable promotion opportunity, he
was still reluctant. After all, he had endured so many humiliations to reach this position;
no matter the danger, he had to keep pushing forward.

So as soon as his health improved a little, Zhang Baogui went to see Wu Suowei.

This time, he came carrying a gift, full of sincerity.

Wu Suowei maintained his usual cool attitude, neither harboring resentment nor showing
forgiveness—treating Zhang Baogui as a complete stranger.

“Xiao Wu, you worked under me for three years. I admit, you suffered a lot during those
years. I guess that’s why you deny knowing me, right?”

Wu Suowei smiled calmly, “You’re overthinking it. At first, I really didn’t recognize
you.”

“You’ve definitely matured,” Zhang Baogui said.

Wu Suowei replied, “Circumstances forced me to.”

“I won’t beat around the bush. I’m here to ask a favor. Our company is bidding on a
project critical to our future. I heard Chi Cheng is secretly controlling the approval. Since
you’re close to him, I want to ask you to persuade him to give us the contract.”

Wu Suowei smiled leisurely, “You think too highly of me. I don’t dare to interfere in
such a big matter.”
Zhang Baogui pushed a premium gift box toward Wu Suowei, smiling broadly. “Uncle, I
heard you like snacks, so I specially ordered a box of soybean cakes for you. Try it and
see if you like it.”

Wu Suowei opened the box to find ten gold bars standing upright inside.

Conservatively worth no less than two million.

Wu Suowei lifted his eyelids and glanced at Zhang Baogui, then was silent for a long
moment before saying, “Even if I persuade Chi Cheng, he may not listen to me.”

Zhang Baogui raised his chin, signaling Zhang Ying to come over.

When Zhang Ying arrived, Zhang Baogui slipped something into her hand. She
immediately understood, sat next to Wu Suowei, and softly pleaded, “President Wu, take
me for a drive.”

Wu Suowei said, “I didn’t drive here today.”

“Nonsense!” Zhang Ying pouted her bright red lips. “Your car keys are clearly in your
pocket.”

Wu Suowei glanced sideways at the keys, then looked at Zhang Baogui, his eyes showing
a clear change in meaning.

“I’ll do my best.”

Zhang Baogui immediately smiled with relief, stood up, and said to Wu Suowei, “Then I
won’t bother you anymore.”

Zhang Ying saw Zhang Baogui to the door.

Before getting into the car, Zhang Baogui reminded her, “Listen carefully to President
Wu.”

Zhang Ying nodded.

After Zhang Baogui left, Wu Suowei stared blankly at the box of gold bars.

He was indeed tempted by money, but not by any money. For example, this sum was
enormous, no doubt the blood and sweat of many low-level employees.

Thinking back, Zhang Baogui had once kicked him out of the company over a trivial
amount, yet now spent millions just to win Wu Suowei’s favor—though Wu Suowei’s
favor had long since exceeded that.
Wu Suowei sneered coldly and kicked the gift box onto the floor.

In the following days, Zhang Ying showed up almost constantly near Wu Suowei,
bringing tofu snacks to him. Following his principle of “never taking any losses,” Wu
Suowei took advantage of any little benefits. At night he had his considerate husband by
his side, and during the day a secretary at his beck and call—the life he led was enviable.

One afternoon, Guo Chengyu came to Wu Suowei’s company and happened to witness
Wu Suowei and Zhang Ying playing around.

Zhang Ying covered Wu Suowei’s eyes and deepened her voice.

“President Wu, guess who I am?”

Wu Suowei didn’t need to guess but still touched Zhang Ying’s delicate hand.

“Yingying?”

But when he removed her hand, he saw Guo Chengyu’s face instead.

Wu Suowei’s expression changed. He cleared his throat and said to Zhang Ying, “You go
out first.”

Before leaving, Zhang Ying flirted with Guo Chengyu.

Once only the two men remained, Guo Chengyu propped his long legs on Wu Suowei’s
desk and narrowed his eyes to look down on him, casually saying, “I saw everything.”

Wu Suowei gave him a deep glance and deliberately avoided the topic.

“What are you doing here?”

Guo Chengyu said, “The company has some lights that need replacing. I came to see if
you had suitable ones.”

Wu Suowei tossed him a product catalog.

After flipping through it, Guo Chengyu asked, “Are they free?”

“Free?” Wu Suowei’s face darkened. “Why would I give you anything for free? I’m
already being nice by not charging you.”

“That’s not fair.” Guo Chengyu said. “I heard you give free lights to all your rivals. Since
I and Chi Cheng are tangled up in your mind, I should barely count as one, right?”
Wu Suowei gritted his teeth, “Careful or I’ll report you to my master. You’re selling out
your love life just for a cheap deal!”

Guo Chengyu laughed and rubbed Wu Suowei’s face, “No discount at all?”

Wu Suowei looked firm, unwilling to negotiate.

“Then I guess I have to come to your house tonight to have a proper chat with Chi
Cheng.”

Wu Suowei slammed the table in anger. “Fine, 1% discount!”

Guo Chengyu turned to leave.

“98%? 98%, okay? No lower than that!”

Guo Chengyu pushed the door and left.

Wu Suowei chased him to the company entrance, and until Guo Chengyu got into his car,
he kept leaning into the window begging, “How about 50% off? Half price, please don’t
go to my house.”

Guo Chengyu started the car. Wu Suowei got desperate.

“I’m going all out—30%!”

Guo Chengyu stepped on the gas.

Wu Suowei shouted after him, “I don’t want money, come back!”

Guo Chengyu watched Wu Suowei waving and yelling through the rearview mirror,
amused.

That evening after work, Chi Cheng came to pick up Wu Suowei.

Once in the car, Guo Chengyu’s call came through.

“Hey, Guozi?”

Hearing “Guozi” made Wu Suowei tense immediately.

Chi Cheng said “uh huh” a couple times, then hung up.

He turned to Wu Suowei and said, “Guozi said he’s coming to our place tonight. Jiang
Xiaoshuai might come too. Let’s buy some groceries and have him cook.”
Wu Suowei forced a smile.

“That sounds good.”

Chi Cheng drove straight to the supermarket.

Once inside, Wu Suowei kept dawdling, spending over ten minutes picking out a potato.
Not because of shape, but the skin wasn’t smooth enough. Finally choosing one that
looked right, he put it back because it resembled his deceased great-uncle.

Chi Cheng just assumed he was being playful and picked his own items. Soon the cart
was full.

“Let’s check out.”

“I still have things to buy,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to hurry.

But Wu Suowei circled and circled the aisles, taking over half an hour. If Chi Cheng
hadn’t forced him into the cart and pushed him toward the checkout, he’d still be
lingering there.

CHAPTER 213
After leaving the supermarket and just about to load the groceries into the car, Wu
Suowei suddenly grabbed Chi Cheng’s arm.

“Hey, let’s run home!”

Chi Cheng glanced at him sideways. “You’re carrying so many things—how can you
run?”

Wu Suowei said, “Weighted running! Weighted running is better exercise, isn’t it?”

“Weighted running means you tie the weight to your back, what you’re holding in your
hands is something else. If you’re not careful, the cops might have to pull you over.” Chi
Cheng put his boxes in the car calmly and said, “If you want to run, run by yourself. I’ll
drive home first.”

“No!” Wu Suowei was scared that Chi Cheng would leave without him. Whether he went
home or not was not important to Chi Cheng, but hearing that, he hurriedly stuffed the
things into the trunk and quickly got into the car.
The car drove slowly along the road. Wu Suowei’s heart was uneasy.

He reluctantly sent a text to Jiang Xiaoshuai for help:

“Master, quickly convince Guozi to go back. He wants to hurt me. He doesn’t mean
well.”

Coincidentally, Jiang Xiaoshuai was sitting with Guo Chengyu. Seeing this message, he
immediately showed it to Guo Chengyu. Both of them smiled mischievously.

One minute later, Wu Suowei received Jiang Xiaoshuai’s reply:

“I don’t mean well either.”

Wu Suowei’s face turned green.

He looked at Chi Cheng, whose sharp brow bones radiated a cold and stern aura that even
in calm moments carried an awe-inspiring presence. If he got really angry... Wu Suowei
shivered involuntarily.

Calm down, calm down… Wu Suowei tried to reassure himself.

You haven’t done anything excessive; it’s all that little fox’s doing who threw herself at
you. Besides, you’re just using her. A man who wants to achieve big things must have
some spirit of sacrifice...

But all these thoughts were useless. A single phone call from Guo Chengyu destroyed the
fragile "tofu" fortress Wu Suowei built in his heart.

“Where are you?” Guo Chengyu asked.

Chi Cheng said, “About twenty minutes away.”

“Hurry up, I’m almost falling asleep.”

Chi Cheng said nothing and hung up.

Wu Suowei suddenly clutched his stomach, looking pained as he said to Chi Cheng, “My
stomach hurts, I need to use the bathroom.”

Chi Cheng said, “We’ll be home soon, hold on a bit longer.”

“I can’t hold it.” Wu Suowei moaned loudly, “Quick, find me a public toilet!”

Chi Cheng, helpless, circled around and parked in front of a KFC. He watched Wu
Suowei go inside.
Wu Suowei squatted on the toilet, playing a card game on his phone alone. He lost all his
“happy beans” before finally pulling up his pants and leaving.

Back in the car, he leaned heavily on Chi Cheng’s lap, looking exhausted and dehydrated.

“My stomach really hurts.”

Chi Cheng placed his warm hand on Wu Suowei’s belly and gently rubbed a few times.

“How did your stomach start hurting? What did you eat this afternoon?”

Wu Suowei thought to himself: I didn’t really eat much, just saw Guo Chengyu.

Chi Cheng took his hand off Wu Suowei’s belly and was about to start the car, but Wu
Suowei grabbed his hand back.

“Rub some more, it still hurts.”

Chi Cheng rubbed a while longer. As it grew dark, he straightened Wu Suowei’s clothes,
patted his butt, and said, “Hang in there a little longer, at home you can take some
medicine.”

Wu Suowei secretly changed the time on his watch and said to Chi Cheng, “Ah, it’s
already past ten. Call Guozi and tell him to come another day. It’s too late for dinner
now, it’s time to sleep.”

“No problem. Guozi usually doesn’t eat much; he likes a late-night snack every now and
then. Besides, we haven’t eaten either. Why not wait for something ready at home?”

Wu Suowei said listlessly, “I don’t want to eat. I want to sleep. I don’t like being
disturbed when I sleep.”

Chi Cheng looked at him in puzzlement. “What’s wrong with you today?”

Wu Suowei hesitated for a long time before answering.

“I don’t want Guo Chengyu to eat at our place. It wastes rice and oil.”

Chi Cheng laughed when he heard this. “You made such a big fuss just for that?”

Wu Suowei nodded, playing it seriously as if he wasn’t the one who had just promised
free stuff earlier that afternoon.

Before Chi Cheng could respond, Guo Chengyu called again.

“Tell that stingy iron rooster in your house: we brought our own rice, oil, vegetables, and
drinks. We’ve already started cooking. By the time you two get back, it’ll almost be
done.”

Putting down the phone, Chi Cheng said to Wu Suowei, “Feel better now? They brought
everything themselves.”

Wu Suowei was speechless.

After the call ended, Jiang Xiaoshuai patted Guo Chengyu on the back laughing wildly.

“Dawei definitely didn’t expect us to pull this off.”

Guo Chengyu pinched Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face. “You’re too mean.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed harder.

Guo Chengyu pulled him up from the sofa. “They’ll probably still be dithering, let’s
check their bedroom first.”

Inside, they saw mirrors covering all the walls. Jiang Xiaoshuai muttered in surprise.

“How depraved are these two?”

Guo Chengyu teased, “If it were you, wouldn’t you be excited and faint?”

“Shut up!”

Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng did indeed linger downstairs for quite a while before coming
up. When they opened the door, the food was nearly done, and the rich aroma drifted
from the kitchen.

“Did you two go have some wild fun outside? It’s so late you’re just getting back.” Jiang
Xiaoshuai teased.

Wu Suowei angrily grabbed Jiang Xiaoshuai’s collar and cursed in a low voice, “You
shameless flirt!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled without regret.

Chi Cheng leaned against the kitchen door, watching Guo Chengyu bustling about.

“Usually you’re the one who cooks?” Chi Cheng asked.

Guo Chengyu said, “Do his hands look like they’ve cooked before?”

Chi Cheng kicked Guo Chengyu’s butt. “Pathetic! Can’t you train him to cook? Spoiling
him like this is no good.”

Guo Chengyu laughed casually. “If you want to tie a man’s heart, you have to first tie his
stomach. Look how well I’ve tied him down. Unlike your guy, always looking for food
everywhere.”

Before Chi Cheng could reply, Wu Suowei rushed in, hanging around Guo Chengyu and
deliberately distracting Chi Cheng.

“Wow, what’s this dish? Smells so good!”

“This is a wild vegetable,” Guo Chengyu glanced meaningfully at Wu Suowei. “Made

especially for snackers. The taste is amazing.”

Wu Suowei was sweating profusely from the cooking fumes.

During the meal, the four talked and laughed. Usually the most talkative, Wu Suowei
barely spoke today except to praise Guo Chengyu’s cooking, occasionally glancing at Chi
Cheng. Seeing Chi Cheng’s expression was normal, he relaxed and continued eating.

At one point, Guo Chengyu brought up a TV show.

“Did you know ‘Swordsman’ was made into a drama?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “I watched one episode. When Linghu Chong shouted ‘Yingying,’ I
got goosebumps all over and quickly changed the channel.”

He deliberately emphasized “Yingying.”

Wu Suowei’s heart skipped a beat. He buried his head in his bowl.

Guo Chengyu tapped Wu Suowei’s wrist. “Hey, I said Linghu Chong…”

Before he finished, Jiang Xiaoshuai burst out laughing.

Guo Chengyu apologized mockingly, “Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue. We were
just chatting about it, it just slipped out.”

Wu Suowei had no idea how he swallowed his food.

“I’m going to check on Erbao.” Wu Suowei said hurriedly and escaped.

Chi Cheng glanced at him but said nothing.

After dinner, it was already past midnight. Seeing Guo Chengyu and Jiang Xiaoshuai
pick up their bags, Wu Suowei felt a huge relief—they had finally left.

“Did you bring your clothes?” Guo Chengyu asked Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Yeah, pajamas and clothes for tomorrow morning.”

Wu Suowei panicked. “You two are staying here?”

Guo Chengyu asked back, “It’s this late, are you kicking us out?”

“There’s only one bedroom you can sleep in. The other rooms are full of stuff. If you
want to stay, you have to clean. Better to go home.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “We’ll only stay in the bedroom. You two clean the rest. We’re
outsiders, don’t want to mess with your stuff.”

Guo Chengyu said, “I’m fond of those big mirrors in your room.”

Saying that, they pulled Jiang Xiaoshuai toward the bathroom.

Wu Suowei pushed Chi Cheng. “Say something! They’re going to sleep in our bed. What
if they leave something on our sheets?”

Chi Cheng said softly, “No problem, it’s a good chance for our descendants to meet.”

“...”

CHAPTER 214
Guo Chengyu and Jiang Xiaoshuai had barely been in the bedroom a moment when Wu
Suowei came over and knocked on the door.

“Open up, I need to get something.”

Guo Chengyu’s voice came from inside, “We’re already in bed. Get it tomorrow.”

“Open it now, I really have something urgent!”

Guo Chengyu stubbornly refused to open it, deliberately making him anxious.
Chi Cheng was originally too lazy to bother with such a trivial matter, but seeing Wu
Suowei pounding on the door so hard his knuckles were red, he couldn’t stand it
anymore. His deep, powerful voice called inside:

“Guozi, open the door for him.”

The commanding master had spoken. The sly old fox thought for a moment, then shuffled
to the door and let Wu Suowei in.

Once inside, Wu Suowei forcibly pulled the half-naked Jiang Xiaoshuai out of the covers
and started dragging him toward the door. Sure enough, Guo Chengyu intercepted them
there.

“Where are you going?” Guo Chengyu asked.

“We’ve got something private to discuss. None of your business.”

“Put some clothes on first,” Guo Chengyu ordered Jiang Xiaoshuai sternly.

Before Jiang Xiaoshuai could move, Wu Suowei used brute force to push him out the
door, impatiently saying, “What clothes? We’re all men, what’s there to hide?”

Then he dragged Jiang Xiaoshuai toward another room.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s fair skin, sexy slim waist, and straight long legs were all fully in Chi
Cheng’s view. His gaze naturally lingered on Jiang Xiaoshuai for a moment, then shifted
to Guo Chengyu.

“He really is pretty fair-skinned,” Chi Cheng said teasingly.

Guo Chengyu pressed his tongue against his teeth, a sour taste coming to his mouth.

“You need to control your man better. He’s way too casual, pulling someone out of bed
dressed like that, and in front of you no less. Is he trying to start a rebellion?”

Chi Cheng peeled a grape and tossed it swiftly and accurately into Guo Chengyu’s open
mouth.

“How can I control him? This is while you’re here. When you’re not, he spends all day
alone in the room ‘exercising’ himself. I’ve told him more than once, but he forgets in the
blink of an eye.”

Guo Chengyu sat beside Chi Cheng.

“Exposing himself so blatantly all the time, can you still get excited after a while?”
Chi Cheng put his arm around Guo Chengyu’s shoulders, his claw-like hand brushing
over his face lightly, saying, “I actually like that shameless attitude of his.”

“Then you enjoy it while you can. Sooner or later, he’ll get you into trouble.”

...

Wu Suowei dragged Jiang Xiaoshuai to another room and explained everything about
Zhang Ying.

“Damn, that despicable old man actually came begging you again?”

Wu Suowei nodded. “If I hadn’t bumped into him at the finance bureau entrance, I’d
almost forgotten he exists.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai rubbed his hands together eagerly. “You absolutely can’t let him off. I
still remember him making you brave the heavy rain at midnight to go to the office and
deal with his drunken rampage. That was infuriating!”

Wu Suowei’s eyes gleamed with resolve.

“He’s been embezzling a lot these past years. Zhang Ying is his mistress. If I didn’t
pretend to fall for it, he wouldn’t dare move that stash of black money. He forced me into
a dead end back then. Now, I’m going to ruin him and strip him of everything.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai patted Wu Suowei’s shoulder. “I support you. He screwed you for three
years, you owe him at least thirty.”

Wu Suowei hugged Jiang Xiaoshuai tightly, deeply touched.

“Xiaoshuai, you really understand me.”

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Guo Chengyu, cigarette dangling from his mouth, stood at the doorway with a cold glare
fixed on Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Come on, go back to our room and sleep!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said impatiently, “Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something? None
of your business, go stay over there!”

Before Guo Chengyu could reply, Jiang Xiaoshuai strode to the door and slammed it shut
with a bang.

Wu Suowei watched wide-eyed.

“Master, you’re too much of a man!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai snorted coldly. “Dare to mess with me? Think you’re a big deal?”

“Exactly!” Wu Suowei egged him on. “For a narrow-minded man like that, you can’t
show mercy.”

Chi Cheng heard the slam from the bathroom and came out, asking Guo Chengyu, “What
was that?”

Guo Chengyu smiled helplessly. “They got tangled up again.”

Chi Cheng looked pleased.

“That’s perfect. We can sleep in that room.”

If Wu Suowei and Jiang Xiaoshuai were shameless, Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu were
even more so. At least Wu and Jiang wore underwear, but these two went bare, lying side
by side like roosters.

“We haven’t slept together in 35 days,” Guo Chengyu said.

Chi Cheng smiled. “Remember that clearly?”

“Because Jiang Xiaoshuai and I went at it nonstop for 35 days.”

“Damn!” Chi Cheng smiled slyly. “Bragging to me? Counting days is useless, count the
times.”

“Counting times is not accurate either, let’s just count the hours.”

They exchanged glances and gave each other lascivious smiles.

“Jiang Xiaoshuai is pretty tight, huh?” Chi Cheng asked.

Guo Chengyu said softly, “The tightest in Beijing.”

Chi Cheng grabbed Guo Chengyu’s manhood teasingly, “I bet you’re well taken care
of?”

Guo Chengyu turned with a wicked smile.

“Not just well, very well.”

Chi Cheng grinned fiercely, “His skin is really white and smooth. Last time he crawled
into my bed and rubbed against me twice. It made me itch all over. If it weren’t for JB on
Dabao’s butt, I’d have stuffed him back in bed.”

Guo Chengyu only caught the words “crawled into my bed.”

“He crawled into your bed?” Guo Chengyu narrowed his eyes.

Chi Cheng said, “And he came in naked too.”

Guo Chengyu always thought Jiang Xiaoshuai was the most meticulous, the most
restrained, and the most aware of boundaries among them. Turns out all three words were
reserved just for him.

The sly old fox’s eyes sharpened. Just as he was about to get up, Chi Cheng’s elbow
pressed him down.

“Don’t make me lose respect for you,” Chi Cheng said.

Guo Chengyu struggled for a moment, then lay back down.

After a while, Guo Chengyu suddenly remembered something and bumped Chi Cheng’s
dragon with his knee.

“Hey, you know about Zhang Ying, right?”

“Of course.” Chi Cheng said indifferently. “Zhang Baogui learned about Dabao through
me. How could I not know about his little schemes?”

“You sound pretty confident!”

Chi Cheng shot Guo Chengyu a domineering glare. “He suffered a lot of injustice. I have
to let him vent his anger.”

Guo Chengyu chuckled. “You’re pretty magnanimous. I can’t stand Jiang Xiaoshuai
getting intimate with others.”

Chi Cheng frowned. “Intimate? Isn’t that just casual play?”

“That guy’s a great actor. I never saw any sign of endurance or hidden grudges. The way
he held that hand, and that ‘Yingying’ call... At that moment I really thought you were
the East Asian invincible, with no choice but to castrate yourself.”

Chi Cheng always thought Dabao was the most timid, honest, and unable to hide things.
Turns out those three personalities were all just for Guo Chengyu.
The commanding master’s face turned cold. Just as he was about to rise, Guo Chengyu’s
elbow pressed him down again.

“Don’t make me lose respect for you.” Guo Chengyu stabbed back.

Chi Cheng gritted his teeth and lay back down.

...

Wu Suowei and Jiang Xiaoshuai were still chatting warmly in another room.

“Don’t let Guozi go complain to Chi Cheng. My plan’s almost done. Can’t afford any
slip-ups!”

“Don’t worry.” Jiang Xiaoshuai patted Wu Suowei’s shoulder. “If you’d told me earlier it
was because of this you got involved with the secretary, I wouldn’t have let Guozi
sabotage you. We never thought this was serious—we thought you were just messing
around.”

Wu Suowei cautiously asked, “Guozi’s not a gossip, right?”

“Can my Jiang Xiaoshuai’s partner be a gossip?”

Wu Suowei scratched his head awkwardly. “Hearing that makes me uneasy.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai slapped the bed. “What? Don’t trust your master’s skills? Didn’t you see
how I kicked that door? He didn’t dare make a peep. If I hadn’t stopped him from telling
Chi Cheng, he wouldn’t have dared fart.”

Wu Suowei laughed hearing that. “Yeah, that kick was awesome. The door slammed, and
you should’ve seen Guozi’s face outside—so black.”

“Hahaha...” Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed loudly.

“What do you think they’re doing now? Sitting face to face, sulking?” Wu Suowei
smirked.

Jiang Xiaoshuai grinned too, but after a while his teeth started to hurt.

Wu Suowei suddenly realized and twitched his face at Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Uh, Master, don’t you think your kick might have caused some trouble?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai scratched his head in embarrassment, “I’m starting to feel that way too.
Leaving those two outside, maybe we didn’t get the better end of the deal.”
“Yeah, and they got a good room and a good bed too.”

CHAPTER 215
Zhang Baogui tried to bribe with ten gold bars and a car, but got no response at all. He
dared not rashly approach Chi Cheng, so he sent people to discreetly gather information
within the Finance Bureau, only to hit a dead end.

Zhang Baogui vaguely felt he was being played by Wu Suowei. Furious, he came
personally to demand an explanation.

“Why should I just hand over this opportunity?” Wu Suowei spoke clearly. “Director
Zhang, I think you’ve misunderstood. Our company is also competing for this project.”

A thunderclap exploded over Zhang Baogui’s head, shaking him violently.

“Your company is also competing for this project?” Zhang Baogui’s face turned green.
“Then why did you still agree to help me?”

Wu Suowei shrugged. “I only promised to persuade Chi Cheng. The key is, he’s
unwilling to give it to your company, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Besides, you
never clearly told me how to help that day—I thought your company just wanted a slice
of the pie, didn’t expect your appetite to be so big.”

Zhang Baogui ground his teeth in hatred. As a state-owned enterprise executive, enjoying
policy privileges, he always looked down on shaky private companies. Now he was being
mocked as having a “big appetite” by a small company less than two years old. The
humiliation was obvious.

But right now, he only had one path—to endure.

Wu Suowei calmly observed Zhang Baogui’s expression, guessing his thoughts.

After a long silence, Zhang Baogui finally spoke again, his tone returning to its original
calmness.

“Here’s a suggestion for you to consider. Your company accepts this project, then
transfers it to ours, and we will pay you a large fee.”

Wu Suowei remained silent.

Zhang Baogui continued, “You know that accepting such a large project requires
financial strength and social foundation. I’m not doubting your company’s capability, but
I’m suggesting that in the early stages of your company’s development, you should avoid
taking such huge risks. A loss could be a devastating blow.”

Wu Suowei narrowed his eyes, pondering Zhang Baogui’s words.

“I’m just giving you advice, of course the final decision is yours. The money I offer will
definitely be more than what you’d personally earn from this project. Isn’t making money
why you founded Wade Company? This opportunity lets you both make money and save
effort. What could be better?”

Wu Suowei paused and said, “You name your price.”

Zhang Baogui held up one finger.

“Ten million…” Wu Suowei laughed, “Then you can take your leave.”

Zhang Baogui’s expression changed. He asked, “How much do you want?”

Wu Suowei held up three fingers. “At least this much.”

Zhang Baogui’s face darkened. He immediately stood up and walked toward the door but
stopped halfway. Thirty million was indeed a hefty sum—since taking office, he had
never dealt with such a large amount.

But if he didn’t agree, he would miss this chance to gain value, and might never have
access to such a large sum again.

Higher rank means more power.

Having worked in a state enterprise for so many years, Zhang Baogui understood this
well.

Wu Suowei also stood and walked steadily upstairs. Zhang Baogui looked back at him,
then glanced at Zhang Ying not far away, suddenly calling out, “Mr. Wu, wait a
moment.”

Wu Suowei stopped, looking at Zhang Baogui calmly.

After much inner struggle, Zhang Baogui said to Wu Suowei, “I’ll think it over.” Wu
Suowei smiled faintly and said nothing more.

...

After work that evening, Zhang Ying lingered, reluctant to leave.

“Mr. Wu, where shall we eat tonight?” Zhang Ying clung to Wu Suowei again.
Wu Suowei said, “At home.”

“How many people at home?”

“Two.”

“Is the other one male or female?”

“Male.”

Zhang Ying’s eyes lit up. “Can I come home and eat with you?”

Wu Suowei thought to himself: If you don’t want to live, you can get in my car.

Before he could refuse, Zhang Ying suddenly hugged him. Usually, her teasing was mild
enough to tolerate, but this sudden, extensive contact made the hairs on Wu Suowei’s
body stand on end.

On top of that, Zhang Ying kept writhing, her soft breasts rubbing against Wu Suowei’s
chest muscles. Wu Suowei put his hand on her waist, just about to push her away, when
he heard her make an enticing moan.

“Mm…”

At that moment, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Chi Cheng’s grim face appeared in front of Wu Suowei. A bone-chilling cold wind swept
into Wu Suowei’s trouser legs, making his legs shiver uncontrollably.

Zhang Ying left Wu Suowei’s side, her face shy as she looked at Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng immediately saw through her as just a “chicken” (a prostitute).

But he didn’t kill her immediately. Instead, he said coldly, “I have business to discuss
with Mr. Wu.”

Zhang Ying winked at Wu Suowei. “I’ll wait for you outside!”

Wu Suowei cursed silently and said to Zhang Ying, “Don’t wait for me. I have to go
home later. We’ll talk tomorrow if there’s anything.”

Unexpectedly, Chi Cheng said to Zhang Ying, “You wait a moment.”

Wu Suowei stared at Chi Cheng in shock.

Once the office door closed, Chi Cheng’s face instantly darkened. He grabbed Wu
Suowei’s hair harshly, forcing his head down until the back of his head nearly touched
the desk.

“I gave you enough freedom, but you’re out here hooking up, huh?”

Wu Suowei protested, “I’m not, she came onto me.”

“Say that again!!!” Chi Cheng twisted Wu Suowei’s nipple hard.

Wu Suowei grimaced in pain, clutching Chi Cheng’s wrist and pleading, “It hurts, it
hurts…”

Without a word, Chi Cheng went into the back room, pulled out a thick, long dildo from
the nightstand, stood it on the desk, stripped Wu Suowei’s pants off, and lifted him onto
the desk.

“You’re so horny, aren’t you? Take care of yourself.”

This was Wu Suowei’s office—while not sacred, it was at least taboo to him. Chi Cheng
made him pose humiliatingly, and forced him to do such a degrading thing. Wu Suowei
naturally resisted.

But whether he was willing was irrelevant—Chi Cheng wasn’t letting him off.

Without lubrication or foreplay, Chi Cheng forced Wu Suowei to squat on the desk,
aimed the dildo at Wu Suowei’s anus, grabbed his waist, and shoved down hard.

Wu Suowei cried out in pain.

“It hurts… my ass…”

Chi Cheng didn’t stop, and even slapped Wu Suowei’s butt twice hard.

“Move for me, faster…”

“Ah, ah… uh uh…”

If Wu Suowei didn’t move, he got slapped. If he moved too slowly, slapped again. He
could only perform those humiliating movements on the desk, under Chi Cheng’s watch,
dressed in his suit and shirt.

Wu Suowei’s private parts, long trained by Chi Cheng, were elastic enough. Though
painful at first, slowly his bowels lubricated him. Wu Suowei didn’t want to show a lewd
expression in such a setting, but Chi Cheng’s constant humiliation left him no choice.
“Look at your slutty face that’s begging for it!”

Chi Cheng twisted Wu Suowei’s nipples hard; Wu Suowei screamed loudly.

Zhang Ying, not far away, heard the noise and came to knock on the door.

“Mr. Wu, what’s wrong?”

Wu Suowei squeezed out two words, “Nothing…”

At that moment, Chi Cheng suddenly inserted a finger into Wu Suowei’s already
overstretched anus. Wu Suowei tried to avoid it, but Chi Cheng grabbed his waist tightly
and thrust hard.

Wu Suowei’s lips turned blue, terrified someone outside would hear the noise.

Chi Cheng didn’t relent. He forced Wu Suowei to squat hard, making loud smacking
sounds, biting through Wu Suowei’s shirt and fiercely nibbling on his nipples.

Wu Suowei twisted his body, in pain and itchiness, crying out to Chi Cheng.

“I want… Chi Cheng… ah…”

Zhang Ying knocked again, “Mr. Wu, are you feeling unwell?”

Wu Suowei dared not make loud noises and could only bite Chi Cheng’s ear to plead,
“Can we go to the back room? Ah… stop biting… I can’t take it…”

Chi Cheng scowled, “He really should see how slutty you are.”

Unfortunately, Chi Cheng didn’t have the heart to bring Zhang Ying in, but he also didn’t
satisfy Wu Suowei. After tidying Wu Suowei’s clothes, he swaggered out, leaving Wu
Suowei enough face.

Moreover, Chi Cheng invited Zhang Ying to his home for dinner.

However, Wu Suowei no longer had any interest in her. His mind was full of unfinished
work in the office, and he only wanted to get to bed with Chi Cheng. He sent her away
early.

The next day, Zhang Baogui found Zhang Ying.

Zhang Ying smiled sweetly, “Last night Mr. Wu invited me to his home for dinner, and
Chi Cheng was there too.”

Hearing this, Zhang Baogui immediately understood.

“Tonight, you must get him. Only when your side succeeds will I dare transfer the
funds.”

Zhang Ying kissed Zhang Baogui on the cheek, “Don’t worry.”

CHAPTER 216
Zhang Baogui and Zhang Ying returned to the company together.

This time, Wu Suowei was full of sincerity. He spread out more than twenty legal
documents in front of Zhang Baogui—government official documents, the project
contract, the construction commencement notice, and so on—implying that the project
had officially been approved.

“Have you made your decision?” Wu Suowei asked.

It seemed the big picture was set; Zhang Baogui could either proceed or retreat.
Proceeding carried certain risks—one slip could ruin his future; retreating meant a huge
personal loss, since he had already invested a significant sum into the project.

So he could only gamble.

“I’ve decided. I agree to acquire this project,” Zhang Baogui said.

Wu Suowei lightly parted his thin lips, “Then the transfer fee…”

Zhang Baogui immediately assured him, “It will be handled according to what we agreed
before.”

“But now there are two other groups wanting to acquire this project,” Wu Suowei said.

He gestured to a lawyer, who immediately handed over the information about those two
groups to Zhang Baogui.

Zhang Baogui’s expression turned grave. “Do you mean you don’t intend to transfer the
project to us? Or do you have doubts about the previously agreed price?”

“Director Zhang, you’ve misunderstood me,” Wu Suowei smiled faintly. “Since I’ve
decided to cooperate with you, I won’t easily go back on my word. Besides, you are like
a mentor to me; I can’t just look at profit, I also have to consider our relationship.”

Zhang Baogui’s mood did not ease in the slightest; instead, the tension tightened further.
“Yes, yes, yes…” Zhang Baogui nodded consent, “You’re still young. You have many
opportunities ahead, and social connections should be more valuable than money for
you.”

Wu Suowei’s tone shifted, “But relationships aside, we cannot be vague on major

matters. Including you, there are three groups wanting this project. To make sure I don’t
lose this deal, you must show sufficient sincerity.”

Zhang Baogui spoke cautiously, “As soon as you agree, I’ll transfer 30% of the advance
payment into your account. Once the procedures are completed, I’ll send the rest.”

“That’s not urgent. The sincerity I’m talking about isn’t money,” Wu Suowei said,
pointing to his chest.

“This?” Zhang Baogui pointed at his own chest while giving a glance to Zhang Ying.

A sly smile appeared on Wu Suowei’s lips.

“Your niece is quite something.”

Zhang Baogui’s face brightened with a hearty smile.

“To get to know a general manager like you is my niece’s fortune. This sincerity I must
have. Tonight’s food, drink, and entertainment are on me. Mr. Wu, just enjoy yourself.”
Wu Suowei’s expression suddenly grew serious. “But I don’t have a place.”

Zhang Baogui was stunned.

Wu Suowei continued, “You want to entrust your niece to me, but I don’t even have a
house. Your sincerity is enough, but mine is lacking!”

Zhang Baogui was conflicted again. He had nearly exhausted his savings giving gifts
before. Now only a house he bought two years ago, originally saved for retirement,
remained. But this fat opportunity was just too good—if things went well, doubling
profits was no problem. The eventual returns would be calculated in hundreds of
millions.

“It’s nothing, I was just joking,” Wu Suowei said lightly. “Don’t take it to heart. If it’s a
problem, we can talk about it later.”

“No need to think twice!” Zhang Baogui made a tough decision. “You don’t have to
worry about that. We’ll transfer the ownership later today.”

Wu Suowei smiled.

“Then it’s settled.”

Zhang Baogui breathed a secret sigh of relief.

Before leaving, Wu Suowei reminded him:

“The thirty million will be transferred to my personal account and is unrelated to the
transfer procedures.”

Zhang Baogui nodded stiffly without expression.

On the way back, the assistant who had come with Zhang Baogui couldn’t help but ask,
“Was he implying you transfer the money before the procedures?”

“Yes.”

“How confident are you?” the assistant asked.

Zhang Baogui said, “Follow my orders, transfer it batch by batch.”

That evening, after work, Zhang Ying entered Wu Suowei’s office again. Wu Suowei’s
gaze on her was different from usual.

Zhang Ying’s pale face glowed with a faint blush. She gently bit her red lips, and her
coquettish eyes lingered on Wu Suowei’s face for a moment, then her hand stroked his
neck.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

In the past, when Zhang Ying touched Wu Suowei, he would have a strong reaction, but
today, nothing at all. Maybe Chi Cheng’s “discipline” had taken effect, or maybe the end
was near, and his heart was calmer.

Zhang Ying held a room card and softly asked, “Are you free tonight?”

Wu Suowei smoothly pulled out the card, his eyes roving flirtatiously.

...

Zhang Ying made a call, and Zhang Baogui transferred part of the money again into Wu
Suowei’s account.

At eight in the evening, Wu Suowei arrived at the hotel as agreed.

As soon as the door opened, Zhang Ying’s arm wrapped around his neck.
Wu Suowei kicked the door shut, losing his gentlemanly demeanor, and roughly threw
Zhang Ying onto the bed, slowly undoing his tie. His masculine figure rose tall in the dim
light, full of manly charm.

Zhang Ying’s eyes were full of seductive allure.

Wu Suowei said playfully, “If your uncle weren’t dragging things out, I’d have fucked
you long ago, you little slut.”

Mentioning Zhang Baogui reminded Zhang Ying she had to give him a reassurance
before proceeding.

“Mr. Wu, I need to go to the bathroom first,” Zhang Ying said.

Wu Suowei asked, “For what?”

Zhang Ying whispered into his ear, “Pee.”

Wu Suowei smiled wickedly, “Why don’t we play a game of lovebirds in the water?”

Zhang Ying playfully punched his chest twice.

“You’re so bad!”

Wu Suowei laughed heartily and let her in.

Once inside, Zhang Ying quickly sent a text to Zhang Baogui.

“Mr. Wu is here.”

Then she slid her phone through the door gap and sent Zhang Baogui a nude photo of Wu
Suowei to completely reassure him.

After sending the message, Zhang Ying fainted.

Wu Suowei dragged her onto the bed. About twenty minutes later, he used her phone to
send Zhang Baogui another message.

“It’s done. Please come over and sign the contract with Mr. Wu.”

After sending the message, Wu Suowei anxiously waited in the room until there was a
knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Wu Suowei cautiously asked at the door.

Chi Cheng’s deep voice answered, “Me.”

Wu Suowei breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door, and let Chi Cheng carry in the
unconscious Zhang Baogui.

Then, the scenes of Zhang Baogui and Zhang Ying tangled naked together were all
captured by Chi Cheng’s camera.

Wu Suowei checked the accounts; Zhang Baogui had already transferred all the money,
the last payment made on the way—showing how cautious he was.

But no matter how cautious, he had been misjudged by Wu Suowei from the start.

After everything was settled, Wu Suowei barely had time to relax before someone pushed
him against the wall.

Chi Cheng slipped his hand into Wu Suowei’s pants to check if his little thing was
obedient.

Just moments ago, Wu Suowei was still full of manly aura, but now under Chi Cheng’s
touch, his stiff backbone softened, and even his voice changed tone.

“Why are you touching me?”

Chi Cheng found Wu Suowei’s cock soft and flaccid. His cold face softened, but his eyes
still held authority.

“Only once. Don’t use this lame trick again.”

Wu Suowei chuckled and also reached into Chi Cheng’s pants, greedily touching him for
a while.

Chi Cheng told Wu Suowei to leave first, then cleaned the scene thoroughly.

Finally, looking down at Zhang Ying’s naked body, his eyes darkened and he kicked her
hard in the crotch.

Wu Suowei did not know that this kick completely ended Zhang Ying’s chance of
delaying a pregnancy.

Zhang Baogui woke up the next morning. The room was filled with a pungent smell of
blood. Turning his head, he saw the bed soaked with blood and Zhang Ying pale as death.

Zhang Baogui’s face instantly changed. Before he could put on clothes, the door was
kicked open.

“Mr. Zhang, you are suspected of bribery, dereliction of duty, keeping a mistress, and
embezzling public funds. We are here to arrest you according to law.”
Zhang Baogui could hardly believe it when he took the arrest warrant from the police.
Under the bribery charge were words like “gold bars” and “luxury car.” The amount of
embezzlement matched exactly “thirty million,” and his accomplice Zhang Ying’s name
was also clearly listed.

Zhang Baogui collapsed instantly to the floor.

CHAPTER 217
On Qingming Festival, Wu Suowei came to burn paper offerings for his mother and
father.

“Mom, my company just took on a big project, and it’s about to officially start
construction. My company is already somewhat known in the industry. Once it grows to a
certain scale, I’ll start thinking about investing in other industries.”

“I used to always tell you that my boss treated me well and valued me a lot. Actually, I
was lying to you. Before, I was often humiliated by him, but now I’ve crushed him. Now
I have three houses: one I forced him to give me, and the other two I bought with the
transfer fees.”

“All three houses are nice—big and spacious—but I don’t dare to live in them. Whenever
I enter, I think of you both. I often regret that while you were alive, I didn’t manage to
give you a good life.”

“Mom, my relationship with Chi Cheng has always been steady. Don’t worry. I have
evidence of him illegally using his position to benefit my company. If he dares to betray
me, I’ll find a way to put him in jail. If his dad dares to make things hard for me, I’ll find
a way to get his son locked up!”

“Chi Cheng always jokes that I’m stingy, but I’m not at all. I’ve always remembered
what you said: spend money where you should, never where you shouldn’t.”

“Now my little ‘stash’ already has a lot of money. It used to be for getting married; now
it’s for Chi Cheng and me to live comfortably when we’re old. I’ve already planned out
the rest of my life, so you can rest assured.”

Wu Suowei then turned his gaze to his father’s tombstone.

“Dad, I found you a daughter-in-law. Besides being a man, he has no flaws. He does
housework, sweeping the bedding is his job. He often washes my clothes, sometimes
cooks. My wife is very easy to please—no matter what mistakes I make, as long as I
smile at him, he can’t resist me.”
“We never argue. We divide chores clearly: he moves things, repairs stuff, does odd jobs;
I handle the money. Recently, to get back at that old Zhang guy who wronged my wife,
I’m planning to buy a ring to coax him.”

“Dad, you haven’t met my wife yet, right? I’m going to burn two photos of him to you
now—one full body, one close-up. If you still can’t see clearly, next time I’ll burn a
paper doll for you. If you think he’s good, remember to give me a favorable dream.”

“That’s about all I have to say. I’ll come visit you both often from now on.”

Wu Suowei bowed deeply to the tombstone.

...

These days, Wu Suowei’s company was busy relocating. As the company grew and
business increased, the office they rented before became too small. Chi Cheng helped Wu
Suowei scout some good locations, and they finally chose Haidian Technology
Innovation Center—a prime spot.

This shortened the distance between Wu Suowei’s company and Chi Cheng’s workplace
by half, making “communication and exchanges” easier.

Since Chi Cheng forced Wu Suowei to exercise about a month ago, Wu Suowei at first
complained a lot but gradually got used to it. Running over ten kilometers to and from
work each day, if he didn’t run even once, he felt uncomfortable.

Besides the habit, one big reason Wu Suowei enjoyed it was that more exercise improved
their sex life. Though their sex life was already quite good, that didn’t stop Wu Suowei
from pursuing even “higher” quality.

After work in the evening, Chi Cheng would drive to Wu Suowei’s company
underground parking lot, then run home together with him.

Along the way, Wu Suowei often acted cool, suddenly accelerating to leave Chi Cheng
far behind, letting him watch those two firm butts jiggle. Then stopping somewhere, he’d
smirk arrogantly at Chi Cheng, showing a look like “I’m letting you win.”

If one day Chi Cheng ran faster and deliberately didn’t wait, Wu Suowei would grumble
behind him. During the noisy daytime, it was fine, but at quiet nighttime spots, you could
hear Wu Suowei’s lone howling.

Today the wind was strong, so running was harder for Wu Suowei.

Chi Cheng asked, “Tired? If so, let’s take a break.”

Wu Suowei shook his head, “Not tired.”

“I feel like you can’t run anymore.”

“Who said that? I can still sing!”

He then loudly hummed some old songs, clearly out of breath but pretending to be
relaxed. The stronger the wind, the merrier he sang, the more gasping, the louder the
howling.

By the time they got home, Wu Suowei’s mouth was full of sand.

Realizing he was tricked, he grabbed Chi Cheng’s head and kissed him passionately, then
got tricked again.

After dinner, there was still an hour of training time. During this hour, Chi Cheng taught
Wu Suowei a move or two, sometimes sparring a bit and intentionally letting Wu Suowei
land a couple of hits, which made Wu Suowei happy half the night.

After showering, Chi Cheng stood on the balcony smoking.

Wu Suowei sat cross-legged on the bed stringing beads, with a little “jealous bun”
wrapped around his waist.

The box contained beads of various colors. Wu Suowei picked beads of the same color to
make bracelets. After finishing, Chi Cheng would check them. Previously, Wu Suowei’s
bracelets were very colorful with many colors mixed, but now they were more orderly.
Occasionally one or two beads would be out of place, but that was already a big
improvement compared to before.

Chi Cheng looked like he was smoking casually, but his eyes were constantly watching
Wu Suowei.

He just couldn’t get enough of Wu Suowei!

Sometimes watching Wu Suowei was one of Chi Cheng’s greatest pleasures.

After all this exercise, Wu Suowei’s body was more balanced, with smoother muscle
lines. His legs were crossed, thick hair hiding a heady “big bird,” with two large “eggs”
in the nest—like a warm little family of three.

Wu Suowei’s clean fingers pinched a bead, his big eyes carefully inspected it, then
slowly threaded it onto the string. After finishing, still not satisfied, he looked it over
back and forth again.

At this moment, the little jealous bun poked its sharp head over and bit the string’s end.

“Don’t bite, don’t bite...” Wu Suowei hurriedly scolded the little bun.
Then the little bun’s head bobbed away to check on the “family of three.”

Wu Suowei laughed, feeling ticklish—like a horny snake.

“Stop it... tickles...”

A faint smile appeared on Chi Cheng’s chiseled handsome face.

Wu Suowei was laughing heartily when suddenly he noticed Chi Cheng’s sharp gaze. His
nerves twitched as he looked down and saw Chi Cheng had discovered the “family of
three” secret.

At first he pretended to be calm, sneaking glances at Chi Cheng, but soon his face looked
embarrassed. He reached under the pillow to find his underwear but didn’t find it.
Remembering it was in the bedside drawer, he stuck his butt up and rummaged through
it.

Chi Cheng didn’t know whether to laugh or not.

He strode over, grabbed Wu Suowei’s neck and pressed him onto the sheets with one
hand, while lifting his waist with the other, making him arch his butt higher. Then he
gave a naughty smack right in the crack.

“I think this little demon is just made for my golden cudgel!”

Take this, Old Sun’s staff!

After the “exorcism,” Chi Cheng leaned on the headboard, his strong arms wrapping Wu
Suowei in an embrace, quietly watching him play games on his phone.

Chi Cheng slid his hand up and down Wu Suowei’s upper thigh.

Wu Suowei kept dying in the game.

Then Wu Suowei turned around, struggling to push Chi Cheng onto the bed, his elbow
pressing on Chi Cheng’s hard Adam’s apple, eyes sparkling with lust.

“I want you again. What should I do?” Wu Suowei said. “I’ve forgotten what it feels like
to fuck you.”

Chi Cheng’s eyes darkened, squeezing the soft flesh on Wu Suowei’s butt hard.

“Want me to clamp your cock with the board again?”

Last time Wu Suowei poked Chi Cheng’s ass with his hard cock, Chi Cheng tortured him
with a homemade device. He cried out then, and even now his crotch aches remembering
it.

Wu Suowei angrily kicked Chi Cheng’s butt, turned over, and ignored him.

Chi Cheng pinched Wu Suowei’s face, noticing it was very tense, too tight to pinch.

“Don’t show me that face.” Chi Cheng glared fiercely.

Wu Suowei still stiffened his neck without saying a word.

Chi Cheng grinned nastily and slapped Wu Suowei’s butt.

Wu Suowei huffed angrily, shaking off Chi Cheng’s hand. Unexpectedly, Chi Cheng
slapped again, and Wu Suowei whimpered and dove under the covers.

Several more slaps followed, and Wu Suowei couldn’t take it anymore, crawling out of
the covers to wrestle with Chi Cheng.

After a long tussle, they finally fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning, Wu Suowei stood in front of the mirror in a pink shirt and slim suit,
his hair neatly combed, looking sharp from every angle.

“Looking flashy.” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei snorted coldly and went to the door to change shoes.

“Hey, I don’t need you to send me today. I’ll go to the company myself.”

Chi Cheng was off work today and planned to go out with Gangzi. He originally thought
he’d send Wu Suowei first, then handle his own things. But Wu Suowei found it
troublesome and insisted on going alone.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to send you?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei tossed his head, “No need!”

Chi Cheng watched Wu Suowei get on the elevator.

The elevator doors slowly closed...

 CHAPTER 218
“Oh oh oh oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah, looking at the long road in silence, oh oh oh oh yeah
oh yeah oh yeah, running towards the road ahead...”

Wu Suowei hummed a little tune while driving, humming happily. Suddenly—smack!—a

smashed raw egg yolk appeared right in front of his windshield, still stuck with broken
shell pieces, egg white dripping down like a long “drool,” looking especially disgusting.

“Damn, who the hell is this nasty?!”

Wu Suowei muttered and instinctively slowed down.

Then more raw eggs kept flying at his windshield one after another, catching him off
guard. He quickly turned on the windshield wipers. But once they started, the glass
fogged up like frost, completely blocking his view.

Only then did Wu Suowei realize this wasn’t a simple prank—someone was trying to
hijack his car.

His first reaction was to call the police.

He had just dialed 110, not even able to speak, when the car door was smashed open. The
clang clang clang of smashing made Wu Suowei’s heart sink—this was his brand new
car!

After hastily telling the police the situation, Wu Suowei shouted outside, “If you want
money, take it—don’t smash my car!”

Two burly men knocked on the car window.

“Get out!”

Wu Suowei stayed put, but they raised hammers to smash the side window.

He hurriedly opened the door and was met with a loud, fierce shout.

“What do you want? I’ve called the cops, you know?”

One of the burly men immediately swung a fist toward Wu Suowei’s face, but Wu
dodged sharply. Then came a left punch, a right hook, and a front kick—all very fast—
and he kicked the big man more than a meter away.

The other burly man was stunned. He had assumed one person could easily handle Wu
Suowei and didn’t bother to interfere, but now he saw this guy had skills.
He charged from behind, grabbed Wu Suowei by the collar, and slammed him against the
car. Wu Suowei gritted his teeth, turned quickly, and swept low at the man’s legs,
knocking him to his knees.

Now both men got angry.

They grabbed Wu Suowei and started beating him mercilessly.

Wu Suowei fought hard, with only one thought in his mind: he absolutely could not get
beaten. If he took one slap now, when he got home it would be ten. The recent training
Chi Cheng had given him really worked—before, he would have been scared stiff.

After a few impressive moves, Wu Suowei started to lose strength. After all, the two men
combined probably weighed over 400 pounds, while he was only about 130 pounds.
Their strength overwhelmed him.

“Ah—!”

A solid kick to his knee made Wu Suowei cry out in pain, nearly dropping to his knees.

Then a rain of fists rained down from above his head. Wu Suowei could only protect his
vital spots, looking for an opening to break free and run.

These two men were ruthless, hitting the most visible parts of his face. The more Wu
Suowei begged them not to hit his face, the more they targeted it.

Wu Suowei realized they weren’t here for robbery—they were here to kidnap him.

Thinking of this, he mustered his last bit of strength and delivered a sideways kick to the
waist of the one hitting him the hardest. As the man stumbled sideways, Wu Suowei
seized the chance and bolted, sprinting down the road.

The two men were no match for his speed.

Wu Suowei had been running 5 to 10 kilometers every day, and once he picked up speed,
he was like a wild animal with endless endurance. At this moment, he was especially
grateful for Chi Cheng’s strict training—without it, escaping this danger would have been
impossible.

Finally, he ran out of the isolated area and into a crowded place.

The two men had been left far behind, when suddenly at a nearby intersection appeared a
uniformed police officer. Wu Suowei instantly saw hope.

“Officer! Help me! Two fat guys are trying to kill me!”
The officer glanced at Wu Suowei, then looked carefully at photos sent to his phone. He
asked, “You called the police earlier? Are you Wu Suowei?”

Wu Suowei nodded, “Yes, yes. Here’s my ID.”

He handed over his ID.

Without a word, the officer took out handcuffs and cuffed Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei was shocked. “Why are you handcuffing me?”

Before he could get an answer, the two burly men caught up, panting heavily. The officer
handed Wu Suowei over to them, and they stuffed him into a bag, which was then stuffed
into Wu Suowei’s own car.

Then Wu Suowei was taken to a designated location.

On the way, the two injured men couldn’t swallow their anger and beat Wu Suowei
again, even while he was tied in the sack and handcuffed, with nowhere to hide. The pain
almost brought him to tears.

At this moment, he no longer thanked Chi Cheng; he cursed him instead.

If you hadn’t taught me those few lousy moves, could I have provoked them? If you
hadn’t improved my fitness, could I have run so far and been caught by the police? If I
hadn’t resisted, if I had played dead like a good boy from the start, I wouldn’t have
suffered so much!

“Thirty-five, three hundred and fifty; thirty-six, three hundred and sixty; thirty-seven,
three hundred and seventy...” Every strike was agonizing, and Wu Suowei counted each
one clearly.

Then, the sound of brakes came—the torment was over.

He was lifted out of the car, and the final resting place was a big bed.

The room quieted, but Wu Suowei’s ears buzzed and he occasionally heard
hallucinations. He forced his swollen eyes open and looked around. The room was
spacious and bright, decorated elegantly, filled with an upper-class atmosphere—very
different from the dark, cramped cell he had imagined.

One of his wrists was cuffed to the bed, while the other was free to move.

A kidnapper who kidnapped so humanely?

Pain all over, anxiety in his heart, Wu Suowei had no energy to think about who wanted
to harm him. He curled up on the bed, silently enduring the aching in his internal organs,
his consciousness growing hazy.

After a while, the door suddenly opened.

Wu Suowei instinctively opened his eyes and turned his head to the doorway. A familiar
but strange figure appeared.

Chi Yuanduan walked steadily to the bed and looked down at Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei was stunned for a moment before recognizing him, and somehow felt
relieved.

Family...

Chi Yuanduan saw Wu Suowei’s bruised face, bloodshot lips, swollen cheekbones... his
brows furrowed slightly. He didn’t want anyone to hurt Wu Suowei like this. After all, in
his eyes Wu Suowei was just a kid, the same age as Chi Cheng, who hadn’t committed
any great crimes—not deserving of such a severe beating.

“Do you know who I am?” Chi Yuanduan asked.

Wu Suowei nodded.

Chi Yuanduan then asked, “Do you know what kind of person I should be to you?”

Chi Yuanduan expected Wu Suowei to be speechless or say sorry. He asked this question
hoping Wu Suowei would realize he was the person Wu Suowei owed the most apology
to—the one he should feel the most ashamed before.

Unexpectedly, Wu Suowei painfully forced out three words from his mouth:

“Father-in-law.”

Chi Yuanduan’s face darkened immediately. He stared at Wu Suowei with a complicated

look for a long moment but couldn’t bring himself to say a word...

Chi Cheng had been busy all morning. At lunchtime, he thought to call Wu Suowei.

The call went through, but no one answered.

Soon, a text message arrived:

“I’m meeting an important client outside, can’t answer.”

Chi Cheng threw his phone into his pocket and turned to Gangzi.

“Let’s find a place to eat.”

Gangzi said, “I already have plans, I’m going drinking with some people later.”

“Alright, then you go ahead.”

After Gangzi left, Chi Cheng thought that since it was a day off, he should go home.
Chengzi hadn’t gone back yet, and he didn’t know how his husband and mother-in-law
were doing.

So he bought a bunch of things and headed home.

Before leaving, he called Chi Yuanduan to confirm he was home.

Chi Yuanduan entered the house and sealed Wu Suowei’s mouth, then locked the
bedroom door.

More than ten minutes later, Wu Suowei heard Chi Cheng’s voice.

“You’re home alone?”

Wu Suowei’s eyes snapped wide open.

Chi Yuanduan’s tone was calm, “Just me. Your mom went abroad to visit your sister
because she wants to see her grandson.”

“Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

Chi Yuanduan said, “You haven’t come home for three or five months. By the time you
come back, your mom has been back and forth several times. What’s the difference if she
tells you or not?”

CHAPTER 219
“Is there food?” Chi Cheng asked again.

Chi Yuanduan said, “There’s some in the kitchen, get it yourself.”

Hearing footsteps approach, Wu Suowei, with his mouth still sealed, made muffled
whining sounds, his face turning bright red. Afraid his noise wasn’t loud enough, he
forced himself to struggle despite the pain—flipping over, banging his butt on the bed
frame, kicking the railing. Sweat beads rolled from his forehead onto the sheets, leaving a
patch of dampness.

The room’s soundproofing was good, so Chi Cheng only heard faint noises from inside.

He tried the doorknob but found the door was locked.

“Why is the door locked?” Chi Cheng asked. “Is someone inside?”

Wu Suowei whined a few more times, his eyes getting red with urgency.

Chi Yuanduan casually said, “Your uncle brought over a puppy a few days ago. I’ve been
keeping it in that room.”

“Oh.”

Chi Cheng didn’t pay it much mind and headed to the kitchen.

Listening to the footsteps fade away, Wu Suowei felt anxious, angry, and wronged. I’m
not a puppy! I’m Dabao! I got beaten up badly and now I’m imprisoned by your father
here. I haven’t eaten either; I’m hungry and in pain all over. Why don’t you just kick the
door open?

The greatest distance in the world isn’t life and death; it’s that I’m lying right here inside,
and you don’t even know I’m here.

Chi Cheng came out of the kitchen with two plates of dumplings and ate heartily at the
table.

Chi Yuanduan asked, “Are you free tomorrow?”

“For what?” Chi Cheng replied.

Chi Yuanduan said, “Come with me to a blind date.”

Chi Cheng snorted, “At this age, still trying to start a second spring?”

“What kind of talk is that?!” Chi Yuanduan kicked Chi Cheng’s calf. “I’m setting you up,
not myself!”

Wu Suowei’s heart shrank painfully.

Chi Cheng asked, “Why do you want to come if it’s my blind date?”
“I’m afraid you’ll scare the girl.”

“I’m scary enough as a man; if you come along, two men will be even scarier.”

“From what you say, you’re planning to go?”

“No.”

“If you’re not going, why waste so many words?”

“You say one thing, I answer. I can’t just ignore you.”

Chi Yuanduan slammed the table, “Just eat your food!”

Wu Suowei smiled—happy partly because Chi Cheng was firm, and partly because Chi
Yuanduan got flustered.

After finishing, Chi Cheng went to wash his hands in the bathroom, passing by Wu
Suowei’s bedroom.

Wu Suowei was struggling to kick a nearby cabinet, trying to topple a vase on top.
Hearing the footsteps near, he stretched his toes and pushed forward with all his might.

Crash!

The vase fell and shattered on the floor.

Chi Cheng stopped at the door and said to Chi Yuanduan, “This dog is quite unruly. I feel
like it’s your favorite antique vase that it broke.”

Chi Yuanduan’s face darkened.

Chi Cheng was puzzled, “You didn’t tie it up?”

Chi Yuanduan said as if it were true, “It’s tied up, but it still causes trouble. The room’s
small—wherever you tie it, it can still reach things.”

Wu Suowei realized that bad habits run in the family—Chi Cheng’s nonsense came from
his dad.

“Then why don’t you just let it loose?” Chi Cheng tried the doorknob again.

Chi Yuanduan quickly said, “Don’t open the door. The dog bites strangers. A few days
ago your uncle came over and got bitten, had to get several shots.”

“What breed is it?”

“Mixed breed.”

Wu Suowei let out a muffled protest.

“How big is it? Open the door so I can see.”

Chi Yuanduan was annoyed, “Don’t bother. The dog barks at strangers; I don’t want it
upset. It’s not big, but it’s fat.”

Chi Cheng released the doorknob and casually said, “What use is it? Just kill it and eat
it.”

Wu Suowei’s eyes filled with tears.

Chi Cheng sat on the sofa for a while. Chi Yuanduan checked the time—almost two
o’clock—and he had things to do in the afternoon. So he asked, “Are you going to the
blind date tomorrow or not?”

Chi Cheng said, “No.”

“If not, then get lost!”

Chi Cheng was straightforward, grabbing his car keys and wallet to leave.

Wu Suowei was nearly exhausted, his bones felt like they were falling apart. He used the
last bit of strength to roll over, making a faint sound, then gave up struggling.

Before leaving, Chi Cheng glanced at the bedroom once more but finally stepped out.

Bang!

The vase crash was the last straw—Wu Suowei’s tears finally spilled.

Chi Yuanduan opened the door and entered. Wu Suowei lay with his back to him, curled
up from the pain but his back arched stubbornly.

Chi Yuanduan said nothing, brought the remaining dumplings from the kitchen, poured a
glass of water on the nightstand, and removed the gag from Wu Suowei’s mouth.

After Chi Yuanduan left, Wu Suowei struggled to turn over.

Seeing the dumplings and water, the feelings inside were indescribable.

At home, usually Chi Cheng ate leftovers from Wu Suowei, but now the roles were
reversed.
Later in the afternoon, Chi Cheng went to Wu Suowei’s company and found something
was wrong.

“Mr. Wu hasn’t come all day. He sent me a message this morning saying he left Beijing,”
Lin Yanrui said.

Chi Cheng’s face changed.

He called Wu Suowei again but the phone was unreachable.

His heart felt like it had been struck violently. His usually firm face showed undeniable
urgency. Yet he stayed rational, not blindly searching the streets, but calling friends to
gather information and analyze where Wu Suowei might have gone.

Everyone who had contact with Wu Suowei said they hadn’t seen him all day, meaning
something happened shortly after he left.

Jiang Xiaoshuai and Guo Chengyu came over.

“Have you found him?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked anxiously.

Chi Cheng was grim and silent.

Guo Chengyu asked quietly, “Has Wu Suowei offended anyone recently?”

Chi Cheng said, “He had some issues with Zhang Baogui, but his people wouldn’t dare
do this.”

Yes, to kidnap Wu Suowei requires guts. Kidnapping him is like stabbing Chi Cheng in
the back, and very few in Beijing would dare.

Even fewer have the guts and conflict with Wu Suowei.

The three fell silent.

Guo Chengyu pondered, then asked Chi Cheng, “Could it be your father?”

Chi Cheng’s gaze hardened, his mind flashed to the locked bedroom.

Jiang Xiaoshuai frowned, “How does his father know about their relationship?”

“His father has eyes everywhere in Beijing. Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei live and eat
together all the time. He’s got a record. How could his father not know?”

“So, by that logic, his father should have known long ago. Why act only now? Even if he
knew, wouldn’t he just call him over for a scolding? Why use this method?”
“Does a scolding work?” Guo Chengyu pinched Jiang Xiaoshuai’s cheek. “Think hard—
who is his father? Can ordinary people have such sons?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai shrugged off Guo Chengyu’s hand.

“Now’s not the time to mess around.”

Guo Chengyu wasn’t unconcerned—he was certain Wu Suowei was with Chi Yuanduan
and quite sure Chi Yuanduan wouldn’t harm him.

Chi Cheng couldn’t be so sure. Even a slight chance of something else, he wouldn’t take
the risk.

So Guo Chengyu and Jiang Xiaoshuai accompanied Chi Cheng to the traffic bureau to
retrieve all surveillance footage from the route Wu Suowei took. Using complex
identification, they finally tracked Wu Suowei’s car.

Slowly, the car arrived at the intersection where the incident happened.

When Chi Cheng saw two men throwing raw eggs at Wu Suowei’s windshield, he knew
something bad was coming. His heart twisted painfully and he couldn’t bear to watch
what happened next.

But surveillance is objective—it only replays reality.

Chi Cheng helplessly watched Wu Suowei use the moves he taught to fend off the two
burly men, then get knocked down and beaten. He saw Wu Suowei escape and run
wildly, only to end up in the hands of accomplices.

Wu Suowei fought well, remembered all Chi Cheng’s lessons, ran fast with agile steps,
and kept Chi Cheng’s words in mind: never be the loser.

But he still lost badly.

Chi Cheng’s eyes felt stabbed twice; rage slowly oozed out from inside him, forming a
terrifying net in his pupils.

They weren’t just beating a body—they were beating Chi Cheng’s life.

Chi Cheng’s heart bled instead of cried.

Guo Chengyu patted Chi Cheng’s shoulder, signaling him to hold back his emotions, as
the footage might reveal Wu Suowei’s whereabouts.

Following the car, Chi Cheng saw the familiar street Wu Suowei passed earlier that day.
At that moment, he was certain Wu Suowei was indeed held by Chi Yuanduan.

Before leaving, Chi Cheng said to Guo Chengyu:

“Help me find these three people, especially the first two.”

CHAPTER 220
Chi Cheng hurried home. It was already late, and Chi Yuanduan still hadn’t returned. Chi
Cheng went straight to the bedroom door—it was still locked, and faint noises could be
heard from inside.

Without hesitation, Chi Cheng kicked the door open.

A fierce-looking little dog was tied to the leg of the cabinet, jumping up and down wildly.
Broken vase shards were scattered on the floor, not yet cleaned up. The dog lunged at Chi
Cheng crazily, exactly as Chi Yuanduan had described earlier that day.

If Chi Cheng didn’t know Chi Yuanduan well enough, he might have really thought he’d
been wrong about him.

He stared at the clear scratch marks on the bed’s railings, recalling the strange noises he’d
heard earlier. Regret filled his heart.

Chi Cheng could even imagine Wu Suowei’s struggles—the desperation, pain, and
helplessness on his face. How he must have pleaded for him to open the door, to see him
tied to the bed, covered in bruises and wounds all over.

Chi Cheng stood rooted at the door, harshly interrogating and punishing his own heart.

After a long while, he dialed Chi Yuanduan’s number.

Chi Yuanduan’s secretary answered.

“Hello, Secretary Chi is meeting with an important guest now. If it’s urgent, you can tell
me and I’ll pass it on.”

A frost covered Chi Cheng’s cold expression.

“Tell him to take care of himself.”

“Um…”
Chi Cheng didn’t say more and hung up immediately.

The secretary looked serious after the call and walked into the room where Chi Yuanduan
was watching a doctor treat Wu Suowei’s wounds.

The secretary quietly whispered something in Chi Yuanduan’s ear. Chi Yuanduan’s face
changed, and he followed the secretary out.

“What did he say?” Chi Yuanduan asked.

The secretary looked a bit embarrassed, “He said just one sentence.”

“What?”

“He… he told you to take care of yourself.”

Chi Yuanduan’s face turned dark, and he spat two words:

“Beast!”

But after all, a domineering man’s father is just that—back in the room, acting as if
nothing happened, he calmly asked the doctor about Wu Suowei’s condition, wearing a
kindly face of concern.

“Besides a ligament sprain in the ankle, the rest are just skin wounds, a few days’ rest
will heal it.”

Chi Yuanduan said to the doctor in a calm tone, “Thank you for coming at this late hour.”

“You’re too polite, it’s my duty.”

After the doctor and secretary left, only Chi Yuanduan and Wu Suowei remained in the
room.

Wu Suowei pleaded, “Uncle, please let me go! Our company just got a big project; I’m
indispensable!”

“Isn’t Chi Cheng taking care of you?” Chi Yuanduan said, “You can take this chance to
rest for a few days.”

Father-in-law really knows everything!

Wu Suowei forced a laugh, “I can’t tire out your son!”

“You tire him less?” Chi Yuanduan retorted.

Wu Suowei was speechless and just counted sheep silently.

After a while, Chi Yuanduan spoke again.

“My wife went abroad recently, it’s just me at home. You might as well keep me
company.”

“Keep you company?”

Wu Suowei’s face twisted in a vivid expression of terror.

Chi Yuanduan looked relaxed, “What, don’t like it?”

Wu Suowei struggled for a while before managing to say four words:

“Flattered and overwhelmed.”

Chi Yuanduan said nothing and calmly went into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of
running water came from inside. Wu Suowei’s back turned cold—judging by this, he
really intended to stay here.

Oh my god, I, a commoner, am actually living in the same house as a municipal

committee leader—Wu Suowei’s inner panic was understandable.

After a while, the water stopped. Chi Yuanduan, wearing pajamas and with wet hair,
entered the bedroom.

Wu Suowei hurriedly stood up and headed toward the door.

Chi Yuanduan called him back.

“Where are you going?”

Wu Suowei said, “You sleep here, and find another room.”

Chi Yuanduan frowned, “If you sleep somewhere else, how is that keeping me
company?”

Wu Suowei stood frozen at the door like a fool.

“You sleep here, I sleep here.”

Chi Yuanduan pointed to the bed—he’d sleep on the right, Wu Suowei on the left.

Wu Suowei took small steps over after a long hesitation, sneakily glanced at Chi
Yuanduan, and sat down awkwardly.
But just as he sat, Chi Yuanduan sharply questioned,

“Why aren’t you taking a shower?”

Wu Suowei jumped up, startled.

Chi Yuanduan scolded him, “You want to get into my bed without showering? No rules!”

What’s going on? Sharing a bed but must shower first?! Wu Suowei’s hairs stood on end.

“Did the doctor say your wounds can’t get wet?” Chi Yuanduan asked.

Wu Suowei hesitated, shook his head.

“Then hurry up and wash!”

Wu Suowei’s nervousness washing before bed with Chi Cheng was nothing compared to
this.

Back in the bedroom, Chi Yuanduan was already asleep; the main light was off, only a
dim wall lamp was on. Wu Suowei tiptoed to his side of the bed and lay down slowly,
placing his hand on his chest. His rapid heartbeat almost numbed his hand.

Chi Yuanduan seemed asleep.

Wu Suowei sighed slightly, turned his back to Chi Yuanduan, but couldn’t sleep, his
mind full of Chi Cheng. Chi Cheng must be searching for me everywhere. He must be
very worried.

After a while of anxiety, Wu Suowei turned back and stared at Chi Yuanduan.

Chi Cheng’s facial features resembled Chi Yuanduan’s, especially the eyebrows and
eyes, but compared to Chi Cheng, Chi Yuanduan’s face was softer and less fierce. Maybe
because Chi Cheng’s mother looked fiercer, Wu Suowei thought silently. Wait, I’ve seen
Chi Cheng’s mom—she looks gentle and dignified!

Then how did they produce a son like Chi Cheng? Could Chi Yuanduan have had another
woman, a demoness?

Just then, Chi Yuanduan suddenly spoke.

“You’re sleeping with your eyes open?”

That shout startled Wu Suowei so much he nearly jumped out of bed.

After a long moment, he finally calmed his breathing and quickly closed his eyes.
But Chi Yuanduan kept his eyes open, his tone harsh.

“It’s so late, not sleeping, what are you looking at me for?”

Wu Suowei’s brain short-circuited and blurted out the truth:

“I’m thinking about Chi Cheng. Since I can’t see him, I have to satisfy myself with you.”

Hearing this, Chi Yuanduan’s face instantly darkened. But to preserve his image and
dignity, he restrained himself from yelling. The road ahead was long, and there’d be
many more reasons to get angry—he was saving his strength for the right moment.

Wu Suowei anxiously waited for Chi Yuanduan’s reply, but he remained silent. Glancing
at him out of the corner of his eye and seeing his calm face, Wu Suowei grew even more
nervous.

Chi Yuanduan finally adjusted his mood and began to feel sleepy.

Just as he was about to drift off, Wu Suowei suddenly yelled in a breakdown:

“Just give me some satisfaction!!”

Chi Yuanduan, already old and with poor sleep quality, had his newly found sleepiness
shattered by Wu Suowei’s roar.

Unable to hold it any longer, his body hair standing on end, he sat up and shouted
irritably,

“I haven’t even given you satisfaction; why should I give you satisfaction?!”

Wu Suowei was scared stiff and didn’t dare to make a sound under the covers.

Chi Yuanduan slammed his fist on the bed and angrily lay back down.

This time, he was wide awake.

Still angry, and to make matters worse,

from the bed next to him came steady snoring—Wu Suowei had actually fallen asleep!

The next morning, Wu Suowei had breakfast with the municipal committee leader.

After drinking half a bowl of porridge, Wu Suowei put down his spoon and looked
steadily at Chi Yuanduan.

“Uncle, can I ask you a question?”

Chi Yuanduan lifted his chin, signaling Wu Suowei to go ahead.

Tentatively, Wu Suowei asked, “Why didn’t you punish me?”

Chi Yuanduan replied lightly, “I’m waiting until I know you well enough to punish you.”

Wu Suowei felt a sudden chill in his heart.

Chi Yuanduan put down his chopsticks and looked seriously at Wu Suowei.

“I already know a bit about your family. Your mother passed away not long ago, and
your father is gone too. From what I’ve learned, your parents were upright people, and
you have a good character. You probably don’t have any malicious intentions.”

Wu Suowei lowered his head and ate his bun silently.

Chi Yuanduan sighed, “You say you’re a pretty honest kid, so why are you mixing with
Chi Cheng? He’s not a good guy. You won’t get anything good from being with him.”

Wu Suowei nearly choked on his bun.

Who talks about their own son like that?

“Don’t think I’m teasing you. I know exactly what kind of person my son is. You’re not
the first to have an improper relationship with him. I don’t know if you heard about the
things with Wang Shuo, but I used every means and couldn’t get him to change.”

“But you’re the first to have a ‘wrong’ relationship with him. He’s a repeat offender;
you’re a first-timer. The repeat offenders can’t be saved, but you still have a chance to
reform.”

Wu Suowei was a bit dizzy from Chi Yuanduan’s roundabout talk.

Chi Yuanduan stated his position clearly again.

“So what you just said was wrong. I’m not here to punish you—I’m here to save you.”

Wu Suowei: “...”
 CHAPTER 221
“Where is he?” Chi Cheng asked Guo Chengyu.

Guo Chengyu shook his neck and gestured to the room behind him.

It was a bar’s basement, cold and damp, with only two big bulbs faintly lighting the
space. Inside were the three men who had conspired to deliver Wu Suowei to Chi
Yuanduan. Two of them were burly men hired by Chi Yuanduan’s subordinates, and the
other was a cop temporarily assigned to assist.

With a bang, the basement door was thrown open, and Chi Cheng’s imposing figure
strode in. His eagle-like gaze swept sharply across the room, dropping the temperature by
several degrees—the whole place turned chilling and terrifying.

Every step Chi Cheng took hit the ground like a hammer, making hearts tremble.

The burly man closest to him broke out in a cold sweat.

Chi Cheng stopped by his side and stared at him silently.

“Do you know who you’re messing with?”

Before the man could reply, Chi Cheng landed a heavy punch on his cheekbone.

The nearly two-hundred-pound man was blasted half a meter backward, a long gash tore
his forehead, dragging a blood trail across the floor. Face down, mouth slightly open,
blood and saliva poured out along with three broken teeth.

After a moment, agonized screams echoed through the room.

“Ahh… it hurts so bad…”

Chi Cheng’s grim face didn’t soften in the slightest. He knelt on one knee on the man’s
chest, grasped his arm firmly with one hand, and with the other clenched a fist, slammed
down hard on the man’s fingers.

Chi Cheng’s fist was as hard as iron, pounding the fingers like a hammer. The man
screamed like a pig being slaughtered, bone-cracking sounds filling the room with
cruelty.

The other burly man watched helplessly as his companion’s fingernails turned from red
to purple, then black, and finally ripped clean off the fingertips—carrying chunks of torn
flesh.

The entire hand was a bloody mess, unrecognizable.

Chi Cheng slowly shifted his gaze to the other man.

This one scrambled desperately toward the door. Chi Cheng took a few long strides and
delivered a sidekick, equivalent to several hundred kilos of force, straight into the man’s
lower back.

The man screamed in pain, slammed into the nearby wall, rolled on the ground twice,
then was kicked in the neck by Chi Cheng.

“Big brother, big brother, I beg you…” The huge man’s face broke down in tears.

Chi Cheng expressionlessly lifted one of his legs. With terror in the man’s eyes, he
grabbed the man’s lower leg with both hands to stop it from bending back. Then raised
his foot and slammed down hard above the knee—there was a loud crack.

The man’s eyes went wide; his throat was blocked and he couldn’t scream.

Chi Cheng kicked again.

The man writhed on the floor in spasms of pain.

One kick after another, a brutal anti-joint torture scene unfolded.

Finally, only one policeman remained.

The cop who was guarding Wu Suowei and not letting him leave.

The policeman collapsed to the ground, face pale as paper, with a large wet patch in his
crotch. Having seen plenty of beatings during his years on the force, he had never
witnessed anything like this.

Chi Cheng slowly approached him.

The cop’s lips moved, but no words came out. Huge beads of sweat dripped from his
forehead.

Chi Cheng grabbed a bench next to him and swung it hard against the cop’s legs. The
bench shattered; one of its legs, with a steel nail sticking out, pierced through the cop’s
ankle, embedding two inches into the wall, pinning the leg firmly against it.

Outside, Guo Chengyu listened to the distorted screams and said to Gangzi, “You keep
watch here, I’m going in to check.”

Guo Chengyu was the one who went in—no one else could have dragged Chi Cheng out.
Chi Cheng had been repressing himself too much. It had been three whole days since
he’d seen Wu Suowei, and he knew nothing about his condition. The frustration inside
was nearly driving him mad.

Chi Yuanduan’s influence spanned all over the capital; his specialty was hiding people.

Since he detained Wu Suowei, he had the means to keep Chi Cheng from finding him.

Due to his special status, Chi Yuanduan always had bodyguards and security when out,
so even if someone was following him, they couldn’t get close. Over these three days, he
had been busy with public duties during the day and frequently visited hotels and clubs,
with unpredictable whereabouts. By the time Chi Cheng’s people got in to check Chi
Yuanduan’s room, it had long been cleared out.

At night, Chi Yuanduan came home to sleep like usual.

Chi Cheng knew him too well; a direct confrontation would be useless, and worse would
give Chi Yuanduan a reason to punish him harshly.

So Chi Cheng had to be clever.

But he didn’t know how much longer he could remain calm. Wu Suowei was different
from those snakes. The snakes could be hidden away for a year or more, but with Wu
Suowei detained, it was a torment to him.

Gangzi and a few others carried the three unconscious men out of the basement.

“Take them to the hospital or…” Gangzi asked Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng’s face was grim.

“Whoever sent them, take them back to that place.”

Gangzi nodded, signaling the men to follow.

Guo Chengyu sighed and patted Chi Cheng’s shoulder.

“If you send them back like this, won’t the old man be furious?”

Chi Cheng’s forehead veins bulged. As a son, he couldn’t say some of the harsh things
aloud behind someone’s back.

Guo Chengyu saw Chi Cheng’s bad expression and asked, “You’re not planning to go all
out, are you?”

Chi Cheng smoked a cigarette, a fierce cold radiating from his brow.
“Who knows? A cornered dog will still try to jump the wall.”

Guo Chengyu patted his chest, “If you go, you’ll be walking into a trap. Your heart and
soul are still with the old man; don’t get yourself locked up.”

Chi Cheng said nothing.

Guo Chengyu grabbed his bloody hand and said calmly, “Come on, go to my place.”

No one expected Chi Yuanduan had taken Wu Suowei back home.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is sometimes the safest place. When Chi
Cheng came that day and kicked open the door, he found Chi Yuanduan had already
moved Wu Suowei in.

Actually, Chi Yuanduan had only kept Wu Suowei outside for one day and brought him
back the next.

His daytime wandering through hotels and clubs was just a cover.

Conventionally, Chi Yuanduan would have hidden Wu Suowei somewhere, placed strict
guards, and gone about his own business. Nobody expected he would eat and live
together with Wu Suowei.

Even Chi Cheng hadn’t imagined his rival was “kept” by his own father at home.

In fact, Wu Suowei’s life these past two days was not too bad. Food and drink were
provided, he could move freely in the room, and watch TV. Only, he couldn’t leave or
contact the outside world.

He didn’t act like an outsider; he rummaged through the cabinets.

In the afternoon, he accidentally found an old videotape labeled with a date from the
1990s and a line of faint handwriting:

“Son’s 5-year-old keepsake.”

Seeing it was of Chi Cheng as a child, Wu Suowei got interested. He found an old VCR,
inserted the tape, and watched eagerly.

Soon, a chubby little boy appeared on the screen. Wu Suowei chuckled, realizing Chi
Cheng had once been so cute! Chi Yuanduan called out “Son, look at the camera,” and
little Chi Cheng turned arrogantly. Wu Suowei laughed again.

Wow, even then his eyes were so sharp.

The camera followed Chi Cheng as he sat on the balcony eating a big bowl of rice. After
finishing, he quickly tossed the bowl and chopsticks out the window, clapped his hands,
and swaggered back inside.

Then, Zhong Wenyu anxiously asked:

“Where’s your bowl after eating? Did you throw it out again? How many times have I
told you, that bowl can still be used!”

Wu Suowei slapped his thigh laughing hard.

He rewound and replayed the clip many times, still laughing—this little natural-born
troublemaker!

When Chi Yuanduan came home, Wu Suowei was still watching and laughing loudly
from the study to the doorway. Chi Yuanduan was furious over the three men he’d beaten
and came back only to hear Wu Suowei laughing. Could he feel comfortable?

He walked over and asked Wu Suowei, “Are you having a good time here?”

Wu Suowei, lost in the video, mumbled “Mm” without thinking. Then realizing, looked
up at Chi Yuanduan’s gaze, quickly turned off the player, and sheepishly returned to the
bedroom.

At night, Wu Suowei thought about the video and laughed again, but the laughter turned
sour.

How good it would be if Chi Cheng were here! He would definitely tease him about this.

Thinking that, his heart churned again. The only thing that could ease his longing was the
watch in his hand.

So, Wu Suowei fiddled with the watch hands boredly.

Chi Cheng leaned on the headboard, stroking the little stuffed toy. Suddenly he felt the
watch’s hands tremble.

Looking down, the time was 5:15:00.

His heart jolted, pupils warming.

“530 (I miss you).”

Wu Suowei stared at the watch face, wondering if Chi Cheng could understand.

The hands started spinning again.

Chi Cheng changed the time to 5:05:15.

“513 (I miss you too).”

Wu Suowei felt a bitter ache, tears instantly wetting his eyes.

Then he slowly turned the hands, forming two more times:

“895 (Don’t save me), 376 (Angry).”

Earlier that afternoon, Chi Cheng was cruelly punishing his enemies, but now his eyes
were full of tenderness.

“87 (Not angry).”

Wu Suowei replied,

“97 (Actually angry).”

Chi Cheng smiled and adjusted the time to 5:10:00.

“520 (I love you).”

Wu Suowei’s heart surged all at once.

CHAPTER 222
Chi Yuanduan finished washing up and walked into the bedroom, noticing an
unmistakable smile on Wu Suowei’s handsome face.

“What are you so happy about?”

Wu Suowei quickly hid his wrist under the blanket, lying flat and obediently, saying to
Chi Yuanduan, “Nothing.”

Chi Yuanduan frowned with suspicion, steadily approaching Wu Suowei and lifting the
blanket. Finding nothing suspicious, he then frisked him all over but still found no
communication devices.

Only the watch looked suspicious, so he raised Wu Suowei’s wrist.

Wu Suowei feigned embarrassment and pushed Chi Yuanduan’s hand away.

“Don’t touch me.”

Then, embodying the spirit of someone being “taken advantage of,” he pulled the blanket
over his head.

Chi Yuanduan’s face immediately darkened. The suspicious watch was quickly erased
from his mind, leaving only the image of Wu Suowei’s shy, humiliated expression after
being “molested.”

Only when the room’s lights went off did Wu Suowei peek out to breathe freely.

He recalled the secret numeric messages he exchanged with Chi Cheng and felt a tickling
sensation, as if little bugs were crawling inside him. But he was now on Chi Yuanduan’s
bed, tied here as a “prisoner”—how dare he do anything stealthy?

So he could only indulge himself using the watch.

Meanwhile, Chi Cheng sat smoking at the head of the bed, discussing with Guo Chengyu
how to find Wu Suowei.

Suddenly, the watch trembled again.

Chi Cheng looked down; the watch showed 6 o’clock.

He didn’t understand Wu Suowei’s meaning.

Shortly after, the hands moved to 9 o’clock.

Then the watch began switching rapidly, “69, 69, 69…”

Chi Cheng got it.

The highest level of lust was that even a watch could get you hard.

Since Wu Suowei disappeared, this was Chi Cheng’s hardest thing to endure each night.
Tonight, because Guo Chengyu was there chatting about serious matters, Chi Cheng had
suppressed this urge temporarily. But Wu Suowei managed to fan the flames with just a
watch, and Chi Cheng’s mind immediately turned.

He asked Guo Chengyu, “Jiang Xiaoshuai not mad that you came to keep me company
tonight?”

Guo Chengyu said, “No, he asked me to come. He still trusts me; one night won’t be a
problem.”

Chi Cheng ground his molars, shooting a scorching glance at Guo Chengyu.
“You two do this every night?”

Guo Chengyu smiled, “If nothing unexpected happens, yeah.”

“What kind of unexpected?”

Guo Chengyu patted his crotch, “Like if my dick breaks.”

“Fuck!”

The two burst out laughing like real tough guys.

Guo Chengyu grabbed a bottle of foreign liquor from the shelf, poured a glass, and said,
“A foreign friend gave this to me. Tastes good. Have a drink, it might ease your worries.”

Chi Cheng said, “Drinking alone is boring, you drink with me.”

Guo Chengyu poured another glass, and they clinked cups.

Chi Cheng grew increasingly restless as he drank. He grabbed Guo Chengyu by the back
of his neck teasingly.

“You two do it every night; how does Jiang Xiaoshuai put up with it?”

Guo Chengyu smirked wickedly.

“I don’t want to be so tired either, but he clings to me, says stuff like ‘Husband, fuck me,’
‘Husband, I want you to fuck me.’ Damn, I’m embarrassed not to comply.”

Chi Cheng laughed, “That slutty?”

“Yeah, the ultimate little slut.”

Chi Cheng suddenly grabbed Guo Chengyu’s face and pulled it close, the smell of
alcohol hitting him.

“Hearing those words come from you sounds pretty convincing.”

“What words?” Guo Chengyu asked.

Chi Cheng mocked, “’Husband, fuck me,’ ‘Husband, I want you to fuck me.’”

“Fuck you!” Guo Chengyu laughed and punched Chi Cheng aside.

Chi Cheng said, “Lend me your Jiang Xiaoshuai for a couple of days. Since he wants it
so badly, two of us could satisfy him better.”
“Thank you very much!” Guo Chengyu patted his crotch, “We’re more than enough for
that.”

Chi Cheng smiled but said nothing, downing another glass.

He missed Dabao terribly—like two horny cats clawing at his chest. It wasn’t just itching
anymore; it hurt deeply, aching to the bone.

He wanted to hold him close, licking, sucking, and stroking the places that hurt,
showering him with care.

At that moment, the watch buzzed again.

4:40:30.

A position with legs spread wide.

Chi Cheng’s desire flared up, his crotch aching painfully. The bulge could no longer be
called a hill but a towering mountain peak.

He swallowed the last sip of wine, unzipped, and freed his trapped giant dragon.

Then, ignoring everything, he started pleasuring himself.

Guo Chengyu noticed the unusual noises and glanced over, gasping.

“Big brother, could you tone it down a bit?”

Chi Cheng frowned, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbing with heavy breaths, veins
crisscrossing his neck as if enduring great pain.

“I’m scared he’s suffering at my dad’s place,” Chi Cheng said.

He rarely used the word “scared,” let alone “really scared,” showing how deep his worry
was.

Hearing this, Guo Chengyu dropped the teasing and comforted him, “Don’t worry, that
kid’s clever. He won’t get screwed over.”

Chi Cheng took two rough breaths, continuing his fierce release.

“Maybe, but who can guarantee? If my dad says something bad to him… Don’t be fooled
by his carefree attitude, he’s actually delicate. Can’t scold or insult him. If something
happens, he might get depressed.”
Guo Chengyu wanted to say, “That’s because you spoil him. He wouldn’t act like that in
front of us; we could hit and scold him and he’d still be happy.” But he dared not—he
feared Chi Cheng hearing “hit and scold” out loud.

Chi Cheng, drunk, spilled his heart, words he usually kept inside. As a real man,
admitting he cared about someone was embarrassing.

In his heart, Wu Suowei was like soft tofu. Others might call him a stone, but in Chi
Cheng’s eyes, he was always soft tofu.

Guo Chengyu understood this well.

But understanding didn’t stop him from thinking: what kind of shit is this, jerking off in
front of me?

After chatting so much about Jiang Xiaoshuai’s “sensitive” topics and even asking me to
drink with you—aren’t you just deliberately stirring the pot?

Chi Cheng saw Guo Chengyu’s meaning clearly and pulled down his pants.

“Come on! What are you waiting for?”

The two guys engaged in a fierce “dragon and tiger” battle, their strong masculine aura
almost bursting the ceiling.

Actually, Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t trust Guo Chengyu at all.

He asked Guo Chengyu to accompany Chi Cheng with three parts genuine concern and
seven parts politeness. Guo Chengyu seized the three parts and agreed without hesitation,
even planting a kiss on Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face, praising how sensible he was.

Now Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t complain without sounding petty.

In fact, he had no tolerance inside.

He didn’t distrust anyone except Chi Cheng.

Not because he doubted Chi Cheng’s feelings for Wu Suowei or his character, but
because secretly, he thought Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu were a good match.

That’s why he stayed up late at night to check on things.

Before coming, he made up an excuse—actually not even an excuse, just a sudden idea.

He had also thought about Wu Suowei’s watch, but not for flirting—he wanted to use it
to send secret signals.
Armed with this idea, Jiang Xiaoshuai boldly went to Guo Chengyu’s room.

Knocked softly, no answer.

Knocked harder, the door was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open.

Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu had just finished and hadn’t even pulled their pants up yet;
Chi Cheng was handing Guo Chengyu a tissue.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face instantly darkened.

Guo Chengyu’s face turned green, and he quickly followed Jiang Xiaoshuai out, blocking
him in the hallway.

“Shuai, I gotta tell you…”

Jiang Xiaoshuai cut him off before he could say “I don’t want to hear your excuses,” with
a sharp “Say it! I’m standing here listening!”

Guo Chengyu couldn’t explain—it made no sense either way!

“It’s like this—Chi Cheng was in a bad mood just now, we both drank a bit, then… you
know how Chi Cheng doesn’t hold back, talks dirty with me, even pulls down his pants to
tease me, and I got excited… wait, that’s not right, why am I making this worse?”

“Stop talking.” Jiang Xiaoshuai punched Guo Chengyu in the face. “I think I know you
now!”

He turned to leave.

Guo Chengyu grabbed him back, hugging tightly, kissing, and coaxing—but all in vain.

Jiang Xiaoshuai threw down one sentence:

“Tell Chi Cheng I know how to find Dawei. Let him regret it!”

Then shoved Guo Chengyu away and stormed off.

Back in his room, Guo Chengyu regretted, punching the wall.

“Why did we have to compete on who lasts longer? Wouldn’t it be better to see who
finishes fastest?!”

…
Wu Suowei’s “heat” was also rising, but with his father-in-law watching, how could he
dare do anything so outrageous?

After holding back for a while, he couldn’t stand it anymore and secretly slipped his hand
inside his underwear.

Feeling guilty, he glanced at Chi Yuanduan and saw he was breathing steadily. Then he
slowly began to move his fingers.

At first, he controlled himself not to make any sound, but as he got more into it, he
became increasingly uninhibited.

Chi Yuanduan was a light sleeper and was very alert beside a key person under his care.

Wu Suowei’s breath suddenly grew heavy, and Chi Yuanduan turned over facing him.

Wu Suowei’s nerves tightened; he rolled over with his back to Chi Yuanduan, but still
felt like someone was watching him.

He tiptoed out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

Once inside, he started pleasuring himself faster, trying to finish quickly.

As soon as Wu Suowei entered the bathroom, Chi Yuanduan opened his eyes. He didn’t
think anything else, only that Wu Suowei wanted to run. He waited quietly on the bed a
while, but when it seemed too long, he got up and headed for the bathroom.

Wu Suowei was nearing climax.

Chi Yuanduan knocked on the door.

Wu Suowei let out an “Ah!” from the sudden knock and climaxed.

Chi Yuanduan heard the unusual noise and quickly opened the door.

CHAPTER 223
Wu Suowei’s cock hadn’t even made it back inside yet—dangling boldly outside his
pants, the precum on his hands still untouched, shining with a lewd gleam under the light.

His big eyes rolled around several times until his face turned the color of fermented bean
curd.
Chi Yuanduan’s expression was even more spectacular.

It wasn’t anger, nor scolding, nor fury, nor frustration…

If this were his own kid, a casual scolding would have sufficed. But this was someone
else’s grown-up kid, fully grown and mature—what could he say?

Besides, Wu Suowei had been sneaking around doing his thing in the bathroom, didn’t
bother Chi Yuanduan at all; it was Chi Yuanduan himself who pushed the door open.
Could he really blame Wu Suowei for being indiscreet?

After cycling through several colors on his face, Chi Yuanduan finally spoke.

“Done yet?”

Wu Suowei seemed to just realize, hurriedly washing his hands and pulling up his pants.

“If you’re done, hurry back to your room and sleep!”

Chi Yuanduan said sternly, then turned and went back to the bedroom.

Wu Suowei wore a painfully awkward expression and followed.

Back in bed, the atmosphere became even more awkward.

But Chi Yuanduan dared to say it outright.

“It’s this late already, and you’re still thinking about that? Can’t hold out these few
days?”

Wu Suowei gave a dry laugh. “You know, it’s not something you can just hold back by
willpower.”

Chi Yuanduan’s words left Wu Suowei speechless.

After a while, Wu Suowei cautiously spoke again.

“Originally, I could hold it… but before sleeping, you touched me twice… ahem…”

Chi Yuanduan felt like crushing this shameless little bug underfoot.

After a long silence, Chi Yuanduan spoke again.

“Have you two done that kind of thing?”

Actually, Chi Yuanduan could have guessed with his feet—given his son’s lustful nature,
Wu Suowei wouldn’t have lasted this long otherwise. But he still wanted to ask, hoping
Wu Suowei would deny it and give him some comfort.

Wu Suowei blushed a bit, shy from such a direct question by his father-in-law.

“Why do you ask that?”

Chi Yuanduan noticed Wu Suowei’s poor wording but skill at cutting others off.

“I’m concerned about my son’s health.”

Wu Suowei snickered.

“Don’t worry, your son’s very healthy and capable, hehe…”

Chi Yuanduan’s face darkened. After a long pause, he sternly warned.

“Do you know you’re at high risk of contracting AIDS with behavior like this?”

Wu Suowei replied seriously, “I know. That’s why I’m the only one sleeping with your
son.”

Chi Yuanduan’s pupils dilated, his eyes flashing red, staring straight at Wu Suowei.

“So you already had this problem and dragged my son down with you?”

Wu Suowei quickly soothed him.

“What are you thinking? Do I look like that kind of person?”

Chi Yuanduan shouted, “Then what do you mean?!!”

Wu Suowei sat up patiently and explained:

“There are four ways AIDS can be transmitted, one of which is sexual contact—
unprotected sex with an infected partner, including homosexual, heterosexual, and
bisexual contact.

Before your son was with me, he went to nightclubs every day, had sex with hundreds or
thousands of filthy people, so the chance of him contracting AIDS was much higher. Out
of concern for your son’s health, I convinced myself to be his only sexual partner.”

Chi Yuanduan snorted coldly. “So it sounds like you did it for good intentions.”
“Of course. Only I can keep your son’s sex life healthy and stable. This is good for your
son and for others who have had sex with him.”

“Should I be thanking you then?” Chi Yuanduan’s tone turned a bit dangerous.

Wu Suowei swallowed nervously and stole a sideways glance at Chi Yuanduan before
managing to say three words.

“You’re welcome.”

Chi Yuanduan instantly exploded in anger.

“I think you’re just asking for a beating.”

He grabbed Wu Suowei by the collar and started kicking him hard in the butt and lower
back. Chi Yuanduan had never really hit anyone before; when Chi Cheng was wild as a
kid, he chose reasoning instead. But reasoning with Wu Suowei was useless! His brain
was wired completely differently—every sentence was a challenge to Chi Yuanduan’s
patience.

Wu Suowei screamed and howled, but this beating was totally different from the one he
got from those two burly guys before. They had beaten him until he wanted to cry; Chi
Yuanduan’s beating made him want to laugh.

“Ahh… Uncle, listen to me… ahh… I’ve done something even worse! Go ahead and beat
me… Actually, I was the one who seduced Chi Cheng first.”

As soon as he said that, the room fell into complete silence.

After a moment, Wu Suowei’s loud wailing filled the room.

When Chi Yuanduan tired of beating him, he scowled and said, “Go stand in the corner
over there!”

Wu Suowei limped over, stood facing the wall, back to Chi Yuanduan, on punishment.

Chi Cheng’s worries were indeed unnecessary. Wu Suowei was definitely wronged, but
his little heart was tough as nails, not even a rock crusher could dent it. Standing alone
facing the wall, he stood there proudly, baring his teeth like he was about to snap them.

After over an hour, Wu Suowei grew tired.

After standing for a while, his head bumped the wall; after standing again, it bumped the
wall again. Chi Yuanduan, who couldn’t sleep anyway, was getting irritated by the
repeated thumps.
He glanced at Wu Suowei again, feeling a little soft inside.

Chi Yuanduan had learned about Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei’s relationship from others,
and at first seeing Wu Suowei, he could hardly believe it. Because he cared a lot about
appearances, he thought Wu Suowei looked kind and must have a good heart. Even after
three days of contact and a belly full of anger, he still didn’t hate him.

He was different with Wang Shuo, who was also from a wealthy family; Chi Yuanduan’s
tolerance for him was less. But Wu Suowei was just a commoner’s child, parents gone,
no siblings, all alone.

Out of sympathy for the weak, Chi Yuanduan naturally placed the blame more on Chi
Cheng. Plus, Chi Cheng’s many previous misdeeds made Chi Yuanduan unwilling to
harshly criticize Wu Suowei.

Because without Wu Suowei, it might have been another “Wu Suoju,” or “You
Suowei”—the root of the conflict was his unruly son, not others.

Thinking this, Chi Yuanduan sighed and beckoned Wu Suowei over.

“Come here.”

Wu Suowei jolted awake and turned to Chi Yuanduan.

“You calling me?”

Chi Yuanduan nodded with a stern face.

Wu Suowei showed a relieved smile, obediently returned to bed, this time not making a
fuss, and lay down to sleep.

“You really have no shame…” Chi Yuanduan snorted coldly. You come when I call, but
don’t have any sense about it.

Just as he thought that, Wu Suowei started talking in his sleep again.

“Mm… frozen persimmons in the fridge have gone bad…”

Chi Yuanduan: “…”

It was about 4 or 5 a.m. when Chi Yuanduan finally felt a bit sleepy. Wu Suowei was
already fast asleep but started tossing and turning unconsciously—stretching arms,
kicking legs, grinding teeth, biting his fingers.

Finally, with a big turn, he hugged Chi Yuanduan tightly, one leg thrown over him, arms
draped over his chest, hot breath puffing on Chi Yuanduan’s neck.
All of the son’s little benefits went straight to the old man.

Chi Yuanduan shot Wu Suowei a dark glance.

If he had known, he would have kept him standing the whole time—would’ve saved him
the trouble of wanting to kick him but being unable to.

Sure enough, master and disciple are connected. The next morning, Wu Suowei woke up
staring out the window, a sudden bright idea flashing through his mind.

Since I can use the watch to send flirtatious messages, why can’t I use it to send secret
codes?

Right!

Why didn’t I think of this earlier?

Wu Suowei paced the room, pondering how to tell Chi Cheng he was there, how to
express it in numbers, frowning in concentration.

Meanwhile, Chi Cheng was still in Guo Chengyu’s club, deep in thought when the
watch’s hands started moving again.

Looking down, it was 2:15.

Still confused, Wu Suowei set another time—2:30.

Soon after, the hands moved again.

This time it was 1:20.

Finally, Wu Suowei set the time to exactly 10:00.

Chi Cheng was clueless, staring for a long time without understanding the meaning.

Wu Suowei anxiously waited but got no response.

Had Chi Cheng not seen it?

So Wu Suowei repeated those times in the same order.

This time, Chi Cheng wrote down the times, planning to decode later.
Wu Suowei was impatient, thinking Chi Cheng hadn’t noticed, so he kept rotating the
hands repeatedly, repeating the numbers. Only when Chi Cheng rotated the hands back to
zero, signaling “stop,” did Wu Suowei remove his hand from the watch.

After a while, Wu Suowei realized this code was too complicated—actually just two
times would be enough.

So he set the hands to 8:00 three times in a row.

“No, no, no.”

Chi Cheng wrote down those three eights as well.

Then Wu Suowei set two more times: 5:10:00 and 8:00 exactly.

“5208, I’m at your place…” Wu Suowei muttered to himself, “This is much clearer.”

Feeling good about it, he put down his hand and waited excitedly for Chi Cheng’s arrival.

CHAPTER 224
Because Wu Suowei hesitated back and forth and sent two different signals, Chi Cheng
had trouble deciphering them.

Originally, the two signals Wu Suowei sent had the same meaning, just expressed
differently, separated by three eights (“no”). But Chi Cheng read the whole string of
numbers as one sentence—including the three eights—making a simple message
suddenly very complicated.

He stared at the numbers on the paper for a long time.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t figure out Wu Suowei’s wildly imaginative
way of thinking.

So he handed the cipher to Guo Chengyu to help decode.

However, Guo Chengyu, a tricky old fox, spent almost an hour trying in vain. He could
crack high-level codes, but he couldn’t handle such a messy and complicated one.

He gave Chi Cheng a look that said, “I tried my best.”

The two were silent for a while, then Guo Chengyu’s narrowed eyes suddenly lit up.
“I think sometimes a smart brain isn’t as good as someone who truly understands.”

Although Chi Cheng didn’t want to admit it, he had to concede the generation gap here.
Some thoughts only a “bottom” could see through, some codes only a “master” could
solve.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Chi Cheng’s deep gaze swept Guo Chengyu. “Call him
over now!”

Guo Chengyu furrowed his brows and gently reminded, “Forgot? I pissed him off just
last night!”

Chi Cheng frowned deeply and said unhappily, “It’s been a whole day and you still
haven’t made up.”

Guo Chengyu exposed Chi Cheng’s past: “When you and Dabao just reconciled, how
long did you spend trying to make him smile?”

“Enough chit-chat!” Chi Cheng impatiently urged, “Go find him for me right now!”

Guo Chengyu sighed and went to call the guy.

Over an hour later, the lone warrior finally returned.

“He said he won’t come unless you invite him.” Guo Chengyu said.

Chi Cheng’s eyes darkened, his face full of suppressed anger.

“He’s got quite the attitude!”

Guo Chengyu shrugged, “I can’t control him, you deal with it yourself.”

Chi Cheng shot him a glare and walked toward the door with a grim face.

Guo Chengyu’s lips curved into a faint smile.

Jiang Xiaoshuai sat on the clinic sofa, dressed in a white coat, his cold eyes radiating an
aloof nobility that seemed untouched by worldly filth.

The ugly guy immediately stepped back three paces at the sight of Chi Cheng, nervously
glancing at Jiang Xiaoshuai.

Actually, Jiang Xiaoshuai’s heart skipped a beat when he met Chi Cheng’s gaze, but he
quickly composed himself. After all, he held a trump card—the apprentice—so why fear?

“There’s a string of codes from Weiwei. Help me crack it.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai pointed to himself with one finger, smiling cluelessly, “You want my
help? And with that attitude?”

Chi Cheng clenched his anger and retorted, “What do you want then?”

“Pour me a glass of water first.” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Chi Cheng scowled but didn’t move.

Jiang Xiaoshuai dared to provoke, “No water? Fine, Zhang Feng, show them out.”

Zhang Feng was the ugly guy.

Hearing this, Zhang Feng shuddered and quickly retreated from Chi Cheng’s gaze.

Jiang Xiaoshuai frowned, “Why are you so useless?”

The ugly guy muttered softly, “I’m afraid if I send him out the door, he’ll send me out of
this world.”

Trying to hide his nervousness, Jiang Xiaoshuai avoided eye contact with Chi Cheng and
even more so with Guo Chengyu. Finally, he just closed his eyes and crossed his arms,
pretending to nap.

Guo Chengyu mischievously reminded Chi Cheng, “For your husband, what’s the harm
in pouring him some water? Worst case, you can take it back later.”

Chi Cheng stood stiff for two minutes, then grabbed a cup, went to the water dispenser,
and poured water. With heavy, firm steps, he brought the cup to Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Drink!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai gave Chi Cheng a fearless look and suddenly sneered.

“That invitation to drink water is not sincere enough, huh?”

Chi Cheng snapped, “You want me to force it down your throat?”

“No need for such formalities!” Jiang Xiaoshuai grinned at Chi Cheng. “Just call me
‘Master’ and say ‘please drink’ and that’s enough.”

Chi Cheng’s face darkened to match his brother-in-law’s.

He wanted to flare up but held back, fearing if he got angry now, something else might
happen with Wu Suowei. But having to do this kind of thing felt humiliating, so he threw
a pointed glance at Guo Chengyu.
Guo Chengyu, ignoring Chi Cheng’s plight, said with a teasing tone, “I can’t control
him.”

Actually, beyond “can’t control,” Guo Chengyu had selfish reasons. He wanted to use
Chi Cheng’s humble attitude to ease Jiang Xiaoshuai’s anger and lighten his own burden.

“Well? Aren’t you going to call him? If not, I’m going back to sleep.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said and closed his eyes again.

Chi Cheng’s big hand grabbed Jiang Xiaoshuai’s collar. Guo Chengyu tensed, but at the
critical moment, Chi Cheng restrained himself and forced out four words through
clenched teeth:

“Master, please drink.”

Though spoken without compromise, those words sounded quite satisfying to Jiang
Xiaoshuai. He took the cup eagerly but almost choked when Chi Cheng stared him down.

“Can you help take a look now?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was also worried about Wu Suowei’s safety, but more so about the
purity of his relationship with his apprentice. Two men playing around wasn’t a trivial
matter.

“One last request.” Jiang Xiaoshuai took a deep breath and said, “About what you and
Guo Chengyu did last night, I want an explanation.”

Chi Cheng casually replied, “It’s normal between bros.”

“So you mean Wu Suowei and I can also play around?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai finally crossed Chi Cheng’s bottom line. Chi Cheng flared up, grabbing
Jiang Xiaoshuai’s collar, his eyes red and terrifying. Jiang Xiaoshuai immediately
cowered.

“No… what are you doing… Guozi! Guozi!”

Guo Chengyu quickly came over, grabbed Chi Cheng’s wrist, smiling but squeezing
hard. He finally pulled Jiang Xiaoshuai out of Chi Cheng’s grasp.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was about to say something when Chi Cheng said:

“No next time.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked a bit shocked.

Guo Chengyu repeated for Chi Cheng:

“He said no next time.”

Chi Cheng’s words put some pressure on Jiang Xiaoshuai. If he couldn’t crack the code
after all the posturing, it would be bad.

Chi Cheng handed the written numbers to Jiang Xiaoshuai.

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked carefully.

“23, 25, 14, 10, 8, 8, 8, 520, 8”

What is this nonsense? Jiang Xiaoshuai secretly muttered, hiding it from Chi Cheng.

But his thinking was clearer than Chi Cheng’s and Guo Chengyu’s. They thought in
terms of high-tech codes and numeric matrices to locate Wu Suowei.

But Jiang Xiaoshuai easily saw it wasn’t a code. It was just pinyin (Romanized Chinese
letters).

There are 26 letters in the alphabet. Jiang Xiaoshuai matched the first four numbers:

23 (W), 26 (Z), 14 (N), 10 (J)

Clearly, Wu Suowei meant to express “I’m at your place” with those initials.

Unfortunately, Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t stop. He also replaced the three eights with letters.
Since 520 was too large a number to represent a letter, he inferred 520 was a homophone
meaning “I love you.”

So Jiang Xiaoshuai combined 5208 and interpreted it as a pun.

Finally, Wu Suowei’s code was simplified by Jiang Xiaoshuai to:

“wznj—hhh—5208”

Then Jiang Xiaoshuai began to unleash his wild imagination again.

Chi Cheng watched him struggling without results and couldn’t help asking, “Have you
cracked it?”

After trying many letters, Jiang Xiaoshuai finally formed a complete sentence.

But it was embarrassing to say.

“I cracked it, but I can only say… hehe, I love your dad.”

Chi Cheng: “…”

CHAPTER 225
Wu Suowei was pacing around the room when suddenly there was a noise at the door.

Wu Suowei had been here for four days. During the day, he rarely saw Chi Yuanduan;
occasionally he would come back to rest, but never at this hour.

Could it be... Chi Cheng has come?

Excited, Wu Suowei rushed to the door just as Chi Yuanduan’s hand was on the
doorknob, about to push it open.

But Wu Suowei yanked the door open from the inside first.

Fortunately, Chi Yuanduan had a steady center of gravity and reacted quickly, pulling his
hand away to avoid stumbling forward. If he had stumbled, he might have crashed into
Wu Suowei or even fallen.

Wu Suowei was stunned to see a face that looked at least twenty years older. His mood
instantly plummeted.

Why would you come home during the day for no reason? With your aging, worn-out
face, you still want to surprise me?

Chi Yuanduan was even more surprised than Wu Suowei but hid his emotions well.

“What are you standing there for?”

Wu Suowei immediately put on a bright smile.

“Welcome!”

He spread both arms wide, gesturing grandly toward the inside of the room.

Chi Yuanduan showed no trace of gratitude and instead warned with a stern face, “Don’t
pull any tricks on me.”
Wu Suowei pouted and followed Chi Yuanduan, saying, “I haven’t been messing around.
I’ve been bored and lonely all day by myself. It’s rare to have someone back here — how
could I not be happy?”

“Since you know it’s boring, remember it: stay away from Chi Cheng from now on.”

The more Wu Suowei heard, the more he felt like he was the actual son of Chi Yuanduan.

He followed Chi Yuanduan to the bedroom door and peeked inside with wide, curious
eyes.

“Uncle, when are you going to let me go back?”

After a long pause, Chi Yuanduan coldly replied,

“When you’re ready to let go and decide to break off your relationship with Chi Cheng,
then I’ll let you go.”

Wu Suowei’s face paled.

“Do you mean I have to be with him for the rest of my life?”

Chi Yuanduan was furious hearing Wu Suowei’s stubborn tone.

“If you dare to go on like this, I’ll go on with you until I die.”

Wu Suowei swallowed hard and said nervously,

“It wouldn’t be good if Auntie found out, right?”

Chi Yuanduan’s eyes flashed harshly on Wu Suowei’s face.

“No matter how muddled Chi Cheng’s mother is, she wouldn’t think I’m interested in a
shameless brat like you! You’re a decent young man — how do you fill your head with
such perverted nonsense?!”

Wu Suowei looked both aggrieved and embarrassed.

“Uncle, I didn’t mean that. I was saying Auntie would be fragile if she knew about me
and Chi Cheng.”

Chi Yuanduan’s face went through several color changes but said nothing, entering the
bathroom with a cold expression.

Wu Suowei was fuming, thinking: You say I have perverted thoughts — how come you
think about so much more?
Chi Yuanduan came out of the bathroom without looking at Wu Suowei, walked steadily
to the study, and started rummaging through bookshelves.

Wu Suowei followed, casually asking,

“Why did you come back so early?”

“Packing up, preparing for a three-day provincial inspection.”

When Wu Suowei heard Chi Yuanduan was leaving, he felt hopeful. Three days! No
matter how slow Chi Cheng is, three days is enough to crack the code, right?

Unexpectedly, Chi Yuanduan continued,

“You also pack up. You’ll leave with me this afternoon.”

Wu Suowei’s expression quickly changed from happy to dismal.

“What? I have to go with you?”

“You said you’re bored alone at home, right? I’ll take you out for some fresh air. You’ll
just visit some advanced enterprises in the province and learn from their development
experience.”

Wu Suowei sounded troubled.

“I appreciate your kindness, but honestly, I don’t want to run around with you. To be
frank, even though I look happy every day, my mental state is terrible. I want to rest
properly while you’re gone. Maybe when you come back, I’ll have sorted things out.”

Chi Yuanduan remained expressionless.

“Let me be honest too. I’m taking you because I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here
alone. You heard me — hurry and pack.”

Seeing there was no room for negotiation, Wu Suowei frowned and asked,

“When do we leave?”

“Around twelve.”

Wu Suowei checked the time — it was already past ten.

Oh my god! Just over an hour left, minus travel time, maybe only forty minutes left.

Could Chi Cheng crack the code so quickly?

If he only understands after I leave and comes here with someone, wouldn’t that be
walking right into a trap? If Chi Yuanduan finds out, would he abandon me in the
province out of anger? Or is this trip actually a secret plan to get rid of me?

Wu Suowei imagined the gruesome scene of himself getting shot and brain matter
spilling everywhere.

Just then, Chi Yuanduan spoke again.

“Why aren’t you packing yet?”

Wu Suowei croaked,

“Isn’t there still more than an hour?”

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Chi Yuanduan’s eyes were sharp.

“We leave at 11:30. Let’s eat first. By the time we finish, it’ll be close to twelve.”

Half an hour earlier.

Wu Suowei quickly calculated — only ten minutes left.

Thinking this, Wu Suowei slipped into the bedroom and hurriedly sent a code to Chi
Cheng.

Chi Cheng was in a heated argument, insisting Jiang Xiaoshuai cracked it wrong. Jiang
Xiaoshuai himself felt uneasy but insisted he was right for the sake of face.

At this moment, Chi Cheng’s watch vibrated.

Jiang Xiaoshuai quickly leaned in to look.

“1:05.”

Wu Suowei adjusted the time once and waited quietly to give the other side enough time
to record it. Just as he was about to adjust the second time, the door suddenly opened. Chi
Yuanduan’s tall figure swayed inside.

Wu Suowei was startled and quickly lowered his hands.

Chi Yuanduan just took two clothes from the cabinet and left.

Wu Suowei sighed with relief.

Then he raised his arms again and continued setting the time. Nervous, his fingers
twitched, the dial spun and stopped again at 1:05.

Uh, I think I already set this time.

Originally, Wu Suowei wanted to send two letters, “k” (fast) and “0” (o’clock). But now
he added an extra “k” (fast). Thinking about it, “kk0” (fast fast o’clock) wasn’t bad and
better expressed his anxiety.

So he set another time: 4 o’clock.

Jiang Xiaoshuai wrote down these three letters and searched pinyin letters, finally
slamming the table and declaring confidently,

“You still say I cracked it wrong? I didn’t! Look what he sent next!”

Chi Cheng’s gaze darkened as he looked at the paper.

On it were three big letters: K, K, D.

Jiang Xiaoshuai loudly explained,

“See? He’s telling you to ‘look open’ (take it easy).”

Chi Cheng’s expression really changed this time.

Whether it was a serious message or a joke, just these two plausible answers gave Chi
Cheng something to grind his teeth over for a while.

Wu Suowei anxiously waited, frequently checking his watch: ten minutes, five minutes,
four, three, two…

As the time ran out, Wu Suowei was unwilling to give up and went over time by a few
minutes.

Running a red light saved a minute, speeding saved two, walking faster saved three.

In the end, unable to give Chi Cheng any more grace, Wu Suowei sadly sent one last
code: “B (don’t) L (come) L (anymore).”

Jiang Xiaoshuai, seeing this, told Chi Cheng flatly,

“He said he’s not talking anymore.”

Chi Cheng’s face turned completely black and he stormed out in big strides, heading
straight to the Chi family home.
Master and apprentice indeed have an uncanny tacit understanding; even with their
mismatched code-breaking, they still achieved the same goal.

Wu Suowei had finished packing to the best of his ability.

Chi Yuanduan asked, “Ready?”

Wu Suowei nodded.

“Then let’s go.” Chi Yuanduan picked up his bag.

Suddenly Wu Suowei’s face changed, and awkwardly said,

“I’m going to the bathroom. My stomach feels a little off. Five minutes, please wait a
moment.”

Chi Yuanduan suspected Wu Suowei wouldn’t try anything and nodded, letting him go.

Wu Suowei really didn’t plan anything — someone was always guarding the window
outside, and even if he ran out, he’d be carried back. He just wanted to stall a little, to
comfort himself.

One minute later, Chi Cheng arrived.

He gave himself a more generous buffer than Wu Suowei had.

Thanks to speeding, he saved over ten minutes.

The Chi family home was a detached villa; before, only the gate had guards, but now all
four corners were guarded.

Chi Cheng immediately guessed someone was hiding inside.

Anger flared in his heart.

After getting out of the car, he didn’t enter directly but slipped into the shadows.

He silently approached a dozing guard and struck a fierce palm to the back of his neck.

The guard nearest him was stunned by Chi Cheng’s face, and because of the distraction,
the alarm on his collar was smashed by Chi Cheng’s punch.

Then the guard’s neck was tightly grabbed, eyes bulging and forehead veins popping.

The two guards made no noise and were silently dragged away by Chi Cheng to cool off.
 CHAPTER 226
Only then did Chi Cheng stride confidently through the main gate.

The guards stationed at the other two corners immediately pressed their alarms upon
seeing Chi Cheng, then followed him into the villa.

This was arranged beforehand by Chi Yuanduan: if Chi Cheng wasn’t present, all four
guards would monitor Wu Suowei alone; but if Chi Cheng showed up, two guards would
switch to watch him.

As a result, two guards had fainted, two had left, and there were effectively no guards
downstairs.

Wu Suowei wearily stood up from the toilet and stomped over to the window again. Over
the past few days, he had often peeked outside through the window, looking for an
opportunity to escape. Unfortunately, every time he looked down, he saw the bright guns
hanging on the guards’ hips. Gradually, he had lost hope. This time, with a last desperate
attempt, he glanced out—and surprisingly, no one was there.

He blinked hard in disbelief. Truly, no one.

Damn! Such a lucky break!

Without hesitation, Wu Suowei jumped out the second-floor window. His legs trembled
from the shock, but he had no time to pause and immediately climbed over the nearby
railing, sprinting madly toward home.

At that moment, Chi Cheng had just reached the second floor.

Chi Yuanduan stood not far from the entrance. Hearing the alarm, he knew Chi Cheng
had arrived. He quickly walked to the bathroom door and issued a warning toward the
empty room:

“If you dare make a sound, I will immediately shut down your company’s project, and
you’ll bear all losses yourself.”

After saying this, he locked the door from outside.

When he turned to open the door again, Chi Cheng had already kicked it open. His steel-
toed boots left several fierce marks on the door panel, clearly showing his anger.

Chi Yuanduan’s indifferent gaze swept over him.

“What are you doing here?”

Chi Cheng didn’t answer, charging directly at Chi Yuanduan. Grabbing his collar
roughly, he forced him against the wall, glaring at him with no respect as a father
deserves.

“Did you lock Wu Suowei in here?”

Chi Yuanduan’s sharp gaze fixed on the hand that dared to offend him. He spoke slowly
and firmly:

“Let go of me.”

Chi Cheng not only refused but tightened his grip and pressed harder.

“Is Wu Suowei being held here by you?”

Chi Yuanduan slapped Chi Cheng’s face, but Chi Cheng’s fist met it fiercely.

“Is that how you talk to your old man?” Chi Yuanduan shouted angrily.

Chi Cheng retorted mercilessly,

“What attitude should I have? Are you doing what a father should do? You disrespect
your elders, how can I treat you like a son?”

The phrase “disrespect your elders” hit Chi Yuanduan like a blow, his eyes instantly
turning bloodshot.

“What did you say? Repeat that!”

Chi Cheng narrowed his eyes and stared down Chi Yuanduan.

“What I said isn’t wrong. While my mother’s away, you quietly keep my ‘kept man’
here, feeding and pampering him, but refusing to let him go. What else can I say? I say
you disrespect your elders — what’s wrong with that?”

Chi Yuanduan was so angry he nearly couldn’t breathe.

“I’ll shoot you dead right now.”

Turning around, he stormed toward the safe.

Two guards hurried in to stop him, gently advising,

“Secretary Chi, please calm down. Chi Young Master is impulsive and hot-tempered; it’s
inevitable he says things that upset you.”

“Yeah, father and son always have things they can’t talk about, right?”

Chi Yuanduan ignored the advice completely and surprisingly shouted at the guards:

“All of you get out! No one comes up without my order.”

The two guards hesitated, reluctant to move.

Chi Yuanduan took a deep breath and yelled,

“Didn’t you hear me? Get out!”

The door slammed shut, burying the family disgrace.

While Chi Yuanduan and the two guards were at an impasse, Chi Cheng had already
turned and entered the bedroom. On the bedside table sat a backpack filled with clothes
newly bought by Chi Yuanduan for Wu Suowei, still carrying Wu Suowei’s unique scent.
Under the pillow lay underwear Wu Suowei had forgotten to pack.

Seeing this, Chi Cheng felt his blood rush backwards.

When Chi Yuanduan came in, Chi Cheng held the underwear in his hand, radiating cold
menace.

“What is this?” Chi Cheng’s eyes were bloodshot as he questioned Chi Yuanduan. “You
sleep in the same bed with him, and you still want me to do what?”

Chi Yuanduan was so angry his scalp felt like it was sparking.

“You perverted mind can’t think of anything else, huh? You think only you’re
shameless? Do I, as a father, have to stoop to your depravity?”

“Yeah, you’re so morally upright. If you were so upright, how come that thing happened
five years ago? You’ve lived a clean life all your life — how could I throw this dirty
water on you? What goes around comes around. You’ve had your bad deeds, don’t expect
to wash me clean. Heaven isn’t blind.”

Chi Yuanduan’s organs were screaming in frustration, anger, and hurt. Finally, he
snapped:

“Just kill your old man already. Let me see how capable you really are.”

Chi Cheng strode over and forcibly dragged Chi Yuanduan along.
Though Chi Yuanduan was considered physically strong among the leadership, he
couldn’t compare to young and powerful Chi Cheng. His face frosted over, eyes nearly
bursting with blood, but it didn’t intimidate his son.

Chi Cheng dragged him onto the bed, opened the drawer revealing handcuffs and a gag.

Chi Yuanduan realized what Chi Cheng was about to do and widened his eyes like a
leopard’s.

“You dare try to cuff me?”

Chi Cheng said without changing expression,

“You’re my dad, I can’t hit you, but I can cuff you. I’ll let you experience being unable to
walk or speak.”

After saying this, he handcuffed Chi Yuanduan and gagged him.

Then he turned and walked out to the bathroom door he had already targeted.

The door was locked. The first kick didn’t break it open, but the second did. Inside was
empty.

Chi Cheng’s eyes flashed cold killing intent. He strode back to Chi Yuanduan’s room and
without caring about his father’s muffled protests, tore off the gag.

“Where is Wu Suowei?”

Chi Yuanduan frowned in pain, his voice icy and chilling.

“Playing this game with me again? One fool summoned the guards, one escaped. When
the person’s gone, you come to question me! Chi Cheng, you really are my good son —
you put all your cleverness toward your old man!”

Chi Cheng instantly understood the situation from Chi Yuanduan’s words.

Chi Yuanduan saw the meaning in Chi Cheng’s eyes too.

Chi Cheng was about to stride out when he suddenly remembered something and turned
back to gag Chi Yuanduan again.

Chi Yuanduan had never been so humiliated in his life, his heart burning and sweat
pouring. The time was running out, and he had to meet other leaders. What if he couldn’t
leave?
At this moment, he remembered the two guards he had driven away, regretting it bitterly.
How he wished they could have defied his orders and checked the situation!

But the guards were so obedient they stood like statues downstairs.

Until a car slowly arrived at the gate.

Two leaders got out and asked the guards, “Is Secretary Chi at home?”

The guards nodded, “He’s been here the whole time.”

The two leaders exchanged confused looks. If he was home, why hadn’t he left yet? The
whole flight was waiting for him, and his phone was unreachable. They thought
something had happened.

So they hurried up to the second floor.

The moment Chi Yuanduan heard the footsteps, he knew it was over.

Eventually, the door was pushed open. The two leaders saw the scene inside and their
faces changed drastically.

One rushed to untie Chi Yuanduan, the other turned to question the guards.

“What happened? How were you guarding? How could such a big thing happen at home
and you didn’t know?”

The guards explained softly,

“Secretary Chi and Young Master Chi had a dispute just now and wanted to avoid
outsiders.”

Hearing this, the two leaders understood and fell silent.

Chi Yuanduan’s old face was completely ruined.

They got into the car without asking anything. First, Chi Yuanduan gave an order to his
secretary:

“Focus search on Wu Suowei’s company, Chi Cheng’s workplace, Chi Cheng’s current
residence, and the clinic Wu Suowei frequents… Don’t overlook any other places. He left
early and has no phone; he probably hasn’t met Chi Cheng yet! If I catch him this time,
he won’t have a good time.”
 CHAPTER 227
After Wu Suowei slipped out of Chi Yuanduan’s house, he didn’t dare take the main
roads. He deliberately ducked into narrow alleys that cars couldn’t get through. That way,
he managed to avoid being caught by Chi Yuanduan’s men—but he also missed the
chance to run into Chi Cheng.

Once he was far enough, Wu Suowei finally stepped onto a main road.

He didn’t have any money and didn’t dare take a cab—he was afraid that if a search order
came down, he’d get caught right in the car.

After running for over two hours, Wu Suowei really couldn’t go on. He found a cool
shaded spot and plopped down to rest. Sweat was pouring down his face, and as he sat
there panting and watching the flow of people and traffic, he actually felt kind of moved.
Maybe it had just been too long since he’d been in the real world—he even found
comfort in seeing all these unfamiliar faces.

That moment made Wu Suowei even more determined—he was never going back to that
cage.

After resting for a bit, he pulled himself up and kept walking. The first place he thought
to go was Chi Cheng’s office—since it was working hours—but after thinking about it
again, he figured Chi Cheng was more likely at his own company. A project that size
definitely needed someone managing it in person.

So Wu Suowei quickened his pace, heading in the direction of the company.

Meanwhile, Chi Cheng had been searching for two hours and still hadn’t found him. He
figured Wu Suowei must be traveling on foot, and based on how Wu Suowei thought, he
would most likely try to go to the company first. So Chi Cheng arranged for more men to
search back along the route toward the company, hoping to catch Wu Suowei on the way.

After walking for another long while, Wu Suowei took another break. He found a public
bench and sat down to catch his breath.

At that point, he was less than 1.5 kilometers away from the company.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and imagined how surprised and happy Chi Cheng
would be to see him. That thought gave him a little burst of energy.

Just as he was about to get up and keep moving, a man suddenly appeared above him.

“Hey bro, help me out, have you seen this person?”

Wu Suowei was looking down, but a photo was shoved under his nose—it was his own
extremely handsome face.

His heart just about jumped out of his throat. He didn’t even dare look up. He muttered,
“Nope, don’t know him,” and started walking away fast.

The man holding the photo had a second image—Wu Suowei’s back. The more he
looked, the more the figure matched. So he started following Wu Suowei.

“Hey! Hold up!”

That one shout set Wu Suowei off like a rocket. He had no idea the man worked for Chi
Cheng. He didn’t even know Chi Cheng had confronted Chi Yuanduan. He was still
convinced Yuanduan had sent people to drag him back.

So he ran with all he had, his feet pounding as he fled down the street. Onlookers
watched in confusion.

The guy who had been tailing him got flustered. He thought this was finally his moment
to shine—who knew this little guy would bolt the second he said a word?

“I’m from Chi Cheng’s team!” he yelled as he chased him.

But Wu Suowei couldn’t hear a word. The only thing filling his ears was the wind as he
ran.

In the end, the guy gave up and called Chi Cheng.

“Boss, I think I saw Wu Suowei just now. The moment I said something, he ran off—I
couldn’t catch him.”

Chi Cheng’s face darkened. “Where?”

The man gave his location.

Chi Cheng immediately got in his car and began searching every street and intersection in
the area. But Wu Suowei was like a little rat—slipped away without a trace.

Not only did Chi Cheng not find Wu Suowei, he also noticed something else—a new
group had entered the area, hiding among the passersby. Other than his own men, there
were unfamiliar people searching too.

He thought about it for a second. It had been over two hours since he’d snatched Wu
Suowei from Chi Yuanduan, and Yuanduan’s people had only just started showing up.
They must’ve spent that time trying to figure out who took him.
Then Chi Cheng suddenly had an idea.

If Wu Suowei had managed to escape Chi Yuanduan and had seen those guys again, he’d
definitely assume they were still trying to catch him. But if someone from Chi Cheng’s
team tried to call out to him, there was no way he’d believe it. At this point, Wu Suowei
was like a terrified mouse, and the more someone chased, the faster he’d run.

If they kept up this game of cat and mouse, sooner or later Wu Suowei was going to run
into Chi Yuanduan’s people.

That’s when Chi Cheng came up with a move that seemed insane but actually made total
sense—he had to get Wu Suowei’s attention without scaring him off.

Chi Cheng pulled over, stepped out of the car, and began stripping right there on the
sidewalk.

Passing drivers slammed on their brakes.

Pedestrians stopped in their tracks.

Girls screamed. Guys burst out laughing. One guy even asked, “Are you performing
some kind of street art?”

In less than a minute, everyone on that street had their eyes glued to Chi Cheng. He
strutted confidently down the sidewalk with not a shred of clothing on. Someone took a
video and uploaded it online with the caption: “Insanely hot naked guy showing off in
public!”

It instantly went viral.

Chi Cheng walked while glancing at the people on both sides. The moment he spotted
Wu Suowei, he called out in a deep voice, “Little Wu!”

Wu Suowei was crouched behind a planter, eavesdropping on a few aunties gossiping

about the naked guy.

Auntie 1: “I think he’s out of his mind.”

Auntie 2: “I think he’s advertising for a new sauna.”

Auntie 3: “He looks just like my son-in-law!”

Wu Suowei couldn’t hold back a snort.

Just then, he heard someone call out, “Little Wu!”

He whipped his head around. The moment he saw that big, stark-naked figure striding his
way, he was stunned speechless.

In that moment, his heart stopped, his body froze, and everything around him faded.

Chi Cheng strode over and hugged him tight.

Wu Suowei just stood there, completely dumbfounded.

A few onlookers asked, “Hey, why’d he call you Little Wu?”

“Dunno,” Wu Suowei answered automatically, not even realizing what he said.

“Why’s he hugging you?”

“No clue…”

“So what’s your name?”

“Little Wu.”

“…”

Chi Cheng scooped up Wu Suowei and made a beeline for the car. People shouted,
“Don’t leave yet! You’re so hot! We haven’t seen enough!”

Back in the car, Wu Suowei stared at Chi Cheng’s body like he was in a dream.

“Why… why are you naked?”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t recognize me otherwise.”

Wu Suowei opened his mouth and almost laughed out loud.

He reached out and hugged Chi Cheng hard.

CHAPTER 228
For safety reasons, Chi Cheng first took Wu Suowei to Guo Chengyu's place.

Jiang Xiaoshuai had just rushed over from the clinic, worried that Wu Suowei wouldn't
be met there. Guo Chengyu had been staking out the front door, eliminating any
suspicious forces nearby and ensuring the return of Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng.
As soon as Wu Suowei entered, Jiang Xiaoshuai rushed over. The two brothers rubbed
their necks and pounded their chests, feeling quite warm.

Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu stood on either side, glaring at them with dark, sidelong
glances.

"I'm telling you, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be able to come back. I cracked all
those codes you sent!" Jiang Xiaoshuai boasted shamelessly.

Wu Suowei glanced at Chi Cheng with disdain, then gave a congratulatory hug to the
person who had pushed him into this mess.

"Some people appear quite capable at ordinary times, but when it comes to the crucial
moment, they're completely unreliable," Wu Suowei said, veiledly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai echoed, "Exactly. He's misusing his cunning."

Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu were both savagely targeted.

Jiang Xiaoshuai noticed the faint bruises around Wu Suowei's handsome eyebrows and
couldn't help but say with heartache, "Hey, seeing you get beaten on the security camera
the other day was so upsetting I couldn't sleep all night. That old man was so cruel."

Chi Yuanduan was Chi Cheng's father after all. No matter how much resentment Wu
Suowei harbored, he couldn't disrespect his father in front of Chi Cheng. So, with a very
considerate tone, he said, "It's not his fault. He didn't have anyone beat me. It was those
two fat guys who got away with it."

"Tsk tsk..." Jiang Xiaoshuai raised an eyebrow. "Are you starting to speak up for him
now?" "

Wu Suowei chuckled, "Is spanking pain, and scolding love?"

Chi Cheng's face was clouded with emotion.

Jiang Xiaoshuai hooked his arm around Wu Suowei's neck, "Come on, let's find a place
to talk."

"Yeah, I've been feeling really frustrated these past couple days, and I'm just looking for
someone to vent to."

Chi Cheng gave Guo Chengyu a look, and he immediately grabbed the back of Jiang
Xiaoshuai's head. With a powerful twist of his arm, he swung Jiang Xiaoshuai around.

He scolded Jiang Xiaoshuai in a tone he had never used before, "What are you talking
about? Go back to your room!"
Jiang Xiaoshuai's eyebrows shot up, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity.

"Who are you yelling at?" "

Guo Chengyu had been reluctant to be mean to Jiang Xiaoshuai, having spent the last few
days worrying about him. So, once Jiang Xiaoshuai glared, he couldn't hold his temper
and could only send him a veiled look.

He's been out all day and reeks of sweat. Why don't you let him take a shower first?"

Wu Suowei sniffed himself and then asked Chi Cheng, "Do I stink?"

Chi Cheng's face stunk even more than Wu Suowei's.

Without even a word of greeting, Wu Suowei scurried into the adjacent bedroom reserved
for the two of them.

Chi Cheng glanced at Jiang Xiaoshuai and followed him into the bedroom.

While showering, Wu Suowei was subjected to Chi Cheng's abuse.

Chi Cheng pulled Wu Suowei's arms behind his back, one large hand holding his wrists
while the other held the showerhead. He turned the water on full blast and forced his way
into the crack of Wu Suowei's buttocks, piercing his sensitive anus with icy water. He
prodded her while interrogating her. "There are so many people on the street, why are
you the only one chasing after naked men? Are their butts really that beautiful?"

Wu Suowei's neck curved in a sexy arc, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"You... didn't you go and see it too?"

Chi Cheng's face darkened. "He's the one I hired. How could I find you without all that?"

"Ah!"

Chi Cheng became angry at the thought of Wu Suowei's lecherous eyes. With two thick
fingers, he forcibly spread Wu Suowei's buttocks, fully exposing his private parts, and
turned up the water pressure to continue pounding.

Wu Suowei howled with excitement, his buttocks thrashing back and forth as he tried to
escape. His buttocks clamped tightly together, preventing Chi Cheng from thrusting the
nozzle into his butt crack.

"Stick your butt up!" Chi Cheng commanded domineeringly. "Spread your legs."

Wu Suowei refused, so Chi Cheng whipped him hard on the buttocks with the nozzle.
Wu Suowei howled, his eyes glaring at Chi Cheng with deadly allure.

"I just had your dad beat me, and you're hitting me again!!"

Chi Cheng's heart tightened, and he paused, asking, "Where did he hit you?"

"Right here, right where you're hitting me."

Wu Suowei had originally gone there seeking comfort, but Chi Cheng, upon seeing this,
only to be angered. "Why don't you just hit him in any other place?" He'd hit Master Chi's
special spot.

So, Chi Cheng used his foot to hook a bench, sat down, and forced Wu Suowei onto his
lap, lashing his rough palm at the most tender part of his buttocks.

Chi Cheng's grip was every bit as strong as a stick; just think of the burly man whose
palm he'd smashed into a pulp. Wu Suowei struggled and cried out in pain as the slaps
continued, one after another, his butt thrashing back and forth across Chi Cheng's legs,
looking incredibly frivolous to Chi Cheng.

"Will you dare to look around again next time?" Chi Cheng scolded.

Wu Suowei's neck arched, his face flushed red as he shook his head repeatedly at this.

"I won't watch anymore... I won't watch it even if it's free."

Chi Cheng not only didn't stop, but he also swung his palms to Wu Suowei's butt crack
and inner thighs.

Wu Suowei's moans immediately rose in pitch, and he reached out to block the pain, but
Chi Cheng sternly stopped him.

"Take your hands away!"

Wu Suowei disobeyed, and Chi Cheng grabbed both wrists again. The slaps came harder
and more rhythmically. Almost as soon as one wave of pain subsided, the next began.

Have you learned your lesson? "Chi Cheng asked.

Chi Cheng's force surpassed Chi Yuanduan's, but the sensory experience was completely
different for Wu Suowei. When Chi Yuanduan struck him, Wu Suowei felt pure pain. But
when Chi Cheng struck him, the pain was compounded by another inexplicable sensation,
a burning sensation within him.
Chi Cheng sensed Wu Suowei's cock, held between his knees, becoming restless, so he
squeezed and rubbed it with his hard knees. His palms continued to slap, thrashing in
rhythm with the rubbing of his knees.

"Don't, Chi Cheng!"

Wu Suowei moaned and twisted violently, his entire upper body stiff with excitement, his
body held at an angle. He cried out twice, leaving a puddle of white liquid on the floor.

Back in the bedroom, Chi Cheng produced a rope.

Wu Suowei was startled. "What are you doing?"

"Playing with you." Chi Cheng's large hands clamped Wu Suowei's cheeks, his fierce
gaze piercing his pupils. "You've made me anxious for so many days, and now I want to
ravage you and bully you."

Wu Suowei said no, but he didn't struggle excessively as Chi Cheng bound him.

Chi Cheng's ropes were expertly tied, tightly around his nipples, accentuating their
firmness and sensuality. His long legs were tied in an M shape, his hands bound tightly to
his inner thighs, yet unable to reach the vital areas.

Chi Cheng took Wu Suowei's earlobe in his mouth and sucked hard, his deep voice
echoing softly in his ear.

"I miss you so much!"

Wu Suowei's body was ablaze with heat at these words, and he turned his head to kiss
Chi Cheng deeply.

Chi Cheng's hands grasped the ropes above and below Wu Suowei's nipples and
tightened them, forcing the nipples and the surrounding muscles outward, exuding a
sense of wantonness.

"I want to eat it," Chi Cheng said obscenely.

Wu Suowei's face burned. "How could I have it?"

Chi Cheng stared at Wu Suowei's red flesh for a moment, then found an almost invisible
needle and stabbed it into Wu Suowei's nipple.

Wu Suowei cried out in pain.

A needle this thin wouldn't have drawn blood, but Chi Cheng held it in his mouth,
sucking vigorously with his cheeks. The faint smell of blood spread throughout his
mouth.

A piercing pain made Wu Suowei's waist tremble violently.

"Stop sucking. Ahhh..."

Chi Cheng not only wanted to suck his blood, but also to tear out his tendons and skin
and stuff it all into his stomach.

Wu Suowei saw Chi Cheng reach for his other, more sensitive hole, and his voice,
pleading, was thick with sobs.

"No, not there."

As Wu Suowei moaned, Chi Cheng thrust four times before taking her in. The sound of
his sucking, along with the pungent smell of blood, inflamed the atmosphere in the room
once again.

Wu Suowei's face flushed, his expression lustful! The ravaged nipple was swollen and
red, standing upright pitifully. Chi Cheng pinched it with his thick fingertips, kneading
and squeezing it, watching as a red dewdrop formed on it.

Then, with a flick of his tongue, his throat churned.

"It tastes so good."

Wu Suowei's face flushed.

CHAPTER 229
Guo Chengyu was indeed Chi Cheng's best friend; he'd prepared quite a few goodies for
him.

The lingering pain and itch on Wu Suowei's nipples hadn't yet faded when Chi Cheng
brought over another brush. He teased his ears, armpits, collarbone, waist... every
sensitive spot.

Wu Suowei's sweat-soaked body glowed with a sensual sheen, twisting and trembling
with Chi Cheng's teasing. His firm, seductive lips moved, emitting a shimmering
humming sound that lingered in the humid air.
Chi Cheng extended the tip of the brush to Wu Suowei's vulnerable point, dabbed it with
a few drops of clear liquid, and traced and tickled his inner thighs.

"Itchy...itchy..."

Wu Suowei's toes curled, his hips trembling violently, his brow furrowed in unbearable
agony. He gazed at Chi Cheng eagerly, anticipating his next move.

Chi Cheng seemed unhurried. He turned his brush to the inside of Wu Suowei's butt
crack, rubbing his most sensitive spot.

"Take it away... It's so itchy... Ahhh..."

Chi Cheng intensified his use of the brush to tickle Wu Suowei's anus, pricking his fleshy
nostrils with a small needle, causing Wu Suowei's waist to sway and his buttocks to lift
off the bed. His hands were tied to his thighs, unable to touch the parts he needed to
soothe. The restlessness fueled his desire.

"I can't take it anymore... Please..." Wu Suowei's forehead was covered in sweat.

Chi Cheng grasped Wu Suowei's chin and asked in a deep voice, "Please what?"

"Please... fuck."

Chi Cheng's eyes blazed with fire, and the mighty dragon beneath his crotch surged.

"Who do you want to fuck?"

Wu Suowei said shyly, "You."

Chi Cheng smiled and pressed his mouth against Wu Suowei's thin lips. After a brief
flick, he deliberately opened his mouth, allowing Wu Suowei to hold his tongue and suck
it with all his might.

Then, untying one of Wu Suowei's hands, he said softly, "Let me see how badly you want
to be fucked."

Wu Suowei's face showed embarrassment, but after a few brief teasings from Chi Cheng,
this embarrassment gave way to lust. Under Chi Cheng's piercing gaze, he slowly
inserted his finger into Chi Cheng's mouth. Once it was sufficiently moistened, he pulled
it out and probed his own vagina.

With a few heavy gasps, Wu Suowei inserted his finger into the anus, slowly moving it in
and out.
At first, it was just shallow thrusts, but eventually the entire finger was inserted, and the
pace of the movements gradually increased.

"Does it feel good?" Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei shook his head and panted, "Not satisfied."

"You're still fucking so hard even though you're not satisfied," Chi Cheng said
mockingly. "Add another finger."

Wu Suowei added another finger, stretching her inner walls and pinching her finger
painfully. He tried to pull it out, but Chi Cheng strictly forbade him.

"Push in, faster."

At first, Wu Suowei only let out a suppressed groan, but as the thrusts quickened, her
moans grew louder.

"Put another one in," Chi Cheng said again.

Wu Suowei couldn't bring himself to do it, and his third finger wouldn't go in.

Chi Cheng's eyes darkened, and he thrust his own finger, a circle thicker than Wu
Suowei's, firmly inside. Wu Suowei immediately lifted his hips in pleasure, letting out a
high-pitched moan.

"Hmm... so comfortable..."

Chi Cheng's penis swelled, burning and hard like a branding iron.

"Fuck me..." Wu Suowei grasped Chi Cheng's massive cock with his free hand, his
sensual lips pressed against his ear as he whispered, "I'm dying for your big cock."

These words devoured all of Chi Cheng's willpower, instantly breaking down the dam of
desire.

"I'm going to fuck you, you little slut!"

Chi Cheng untied Wu Suowei and pressed her down, thrusting into her like a furious
storm.

The hard, stable bed couldn't withstand the ferocious onslaught, creaking and writhing in
protest.

Wu Suowei felt like he was being repeatedly electrocuted, with streams of electricity
coursing through him, leaving him in a state of disorientation.
His legs clamped tightly around Chi Cheng's waist, his arms hooked around his neck, his
teeth nibbling at Chi Cheng's ear with fervent irritation, his lewd cries tingling at his
eardrums.

Five days of separation, though brief, felt like an agonizing separation due to the constant
worry and concern.

At this moment, all the heartache and pain transformed into intense sexual intercourse,
venting their passionate love in the embrace.

"Mmm... That's enough... I'm cumming... I'm cumming..."

Wu Suowei shook his head excitedly, avoiding Chi Cheng's close gaze.

Chi Cheng's large hands gripped his cheeks tightly, lifting his short bangs and revealing
his handsome face in full view.

"I want to see you cum."

After saying this, Chi Cheng paused for a moment, then began thrusting his strong waist
vigorously. Each thrust was rough and thorough, carrying with it Chi Cheng's
unwavering love for Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei's body trembled as Chi Cheng thrust into him, and the essence he had
accumulated for days burst forth.

"Ahhh..."

His handsome face, held beneath Chi Cheng's eyelids, wore an expression of utter
ecstasy, a twisted and vivid expression of the hysterical pleasure within him. He
unscrupulously displayed his lewd "ugliness," only for the admiration of the man before
him who loved him deeply. Even if his mocking gaze would make his face flush, he
would express his true feelings without reservation.

Chi Cheng, irritated by Wu Suowei's expression, roared harshly, sweat splashing, and
after a period of intense excitement, he reached a climax.

Then, he let out a long sigh and wrapped his arms tightly around Wu Suowei.

Then, the depression and longing that had accumulated for many days finally eased, and
his body, which had been agitated for several days, found a moment of relief. The two of
them could finally embrace each other and speak calmly.

"Didn't I signal you not to come? Why did you come anyway?"
Wu Suowei asked this question, hoping to hear Chi Cheng say things like, "I'm worried
about you, I have to see you no matter what." Chi Cheng's answer was, "When did you
signal me not to come?"

Wu Suowei blinked. "That was the last signal!"

Speaking of the signal, Chi Cheng's expression, which had just calmed down, darkened
again.

"Next time, just state your purpose when you signal. Don't beat around the bush. Do you
know how furious I was?"

Wu Suowei looked confused. "Why wouldn't you be so evasive when sending signals?
It's a watch, not a phone. How could you state your purpose directly?"

"Can't you just say you were at my house?" Chi Cheng complained grimly. "You have to
say you love my dad. Do you think I won't come to save you if you just say it? You're
trying to force me to come, aren't you?"

Wu Suowei was stunned. "When did I ever say I love my dad?"

Chi Cheng simply handed Wu Suowei the piece of paper on which Jiang Xiaoshuai had
cracked the code.

Wu Suowei looked down, and was struck by lightning.

Jiang Xiaoshuai, you truly are my good master and best friend!!

Wu Suowei jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes, and rushed to Guo Chengyu's
room.

Guo Chengyu was sitting on the bed answering a phone call when Jiang Xiaoshuai drew
a turtle on his toe with a pen.

"Jiang Xiaoshuai!" Wu Suowei shouted loudly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai turned and saw Wu Suowei's furious face. He put down his pen and
followed him out with a puzzled look.

As soon as he left the house, Jiang Xiaoshuai was bombarded with criticism from Wu
Suowei.

"Your brain is simply unmatched! You truly deserve to be my master. I... I don't know
how to praise you enough!"
After hearing Wu Suowei's accurate answer, Jiang Xiaoshuai's face twitched for a
moment.

"Oh my god, this is bizarre! It's so far off, yet it still makes sense. Hahaha..." Jiang
Xiaoshuai patted Wu Suowei's shoulder with a smile. "This can only mean that God is
extremely kind to you. Even with such a huge leak, he was able to get you back safely."

"Favour you!" Wu Suowei raged. "You're still kind to me after cracking it like this?"

Jiang Xiaoshuai was talking nonsense again. "What do you care what the crack is? The
result is the same anyway. My thinking may stray, but my heart is always tied to you."

"Fuck you!" Wu Suowei yelled angrily. "How can the result be the same? I got beaten,
don't you know?!"

Jiang Xiaoshuai's face darkened. "I got beaten, by whom?"

"What do you think?!" Wu Suowei felt incredibly wronged.

Jiang Xiaoshuai gnashed his teeth and beat his chest. He openly defended his apprentice,
but secretly tried to excuse himself. He even deliberately sowed discord and shifted the
blame onto others.

"What? Chi Cheng has the nerve to hit you? He doesn't know you well enough to crack
the code, so what right does he have to hit you? Besides, he believes that bullshit like 'I
love you, Dad'? Is that the kind of person he thinks you are?

Dawei, Dawei, you're actually questioning me about such a scumbag! You're so

heartbreaking!"

Wu Suowei's face was frozen and he said nothing.

Jiang Xiaoshuai continued, "Dawei, there's something I haven't dared to tell you. You just
got out of danger, and I'm afraid it would upset you further."

Having said that, how could Wu Suowei not want to hear it?

"Go ahead, you're already upset, what's more, what's there to worry about? Come on!"

Jiang Xiaoshuai squatted down and ran his hands through his hair, looking humiliated
and unable to speak.

Wu Suowei was anxious. "Just tell me!"

Jiang Xiaoshuai stood up abruptly, put his arm around Wu Suowei's shoulders, and
solemnly told him about Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu's masturbation. He even
exaggerated Chi Cheng's expression, describing how he'd been unfazed by Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei responded with just two words.

"Damn it!"

He turned and went back to his room.

CHAPTER 230
In fact, not long after Wu Suowei left, Chi Cheng had already deciphered the correct
answer.

Sometimes, people are like this: the more anxious they are, the more likely they become
trapped in their own thoughts. Often, simple matters become overly complicated due to
excessive caution. Only when they finally relax do they realize the answer is so simple.

But just because of this one deviation in thinking, Chi Cheng felt a sharp rebuke in his
heart.

Besides not deciphering the code correctly, Chi Cheng was even more upset because he
hadn't guessed that Wu Suowei was at his parents' house, which resulted in him suffering
for several more days. As for Chi Yuanduan, although Chi Cheng had misunderstood, his
men had beaten Wu Suowei, so Chi Cheng didn't feel much shame.

The door rang, and Wu Suowei returned.

After entering, he didn't even glance at Chi Cheng. He simply lay back on the bed,
turning his back to him, a chill etched in the back of his head.

Chi Cheng smiled helplessly and reached out his arms to wrap around Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei neither shook him off nor responded, his body stiff, a stubborn curve at the
corner of his mouth.

Chi Cheng didn't make any excuses and simply admitted his mistake.

"My brain isn't working properly."

Wu Suowei replied in a sinister tone, "Your brain isn't very good at guessing secret
codes, but how come your imagination about me and your dad is so good? Am I that
mean? You've only been there for four days and you're already tempted by someone
else?"

"I didn't think you were interested in him. I was afraid he'd do something to you, so you
hinted at me that way."

Wu Suowei was furious. "Your dad is so old, what can he do to me? Besides, your dad
doesn't like men, so how could he possibly be interested in me?"

Chi Cheng paused, then said, "I like you, so I think everyone should like you."

Wu Suowei was startled, but quickly calmed down.

Chi Cheng continued, "He asked you to sleep in the same bed with him, and you agreed?
How could you not know how to avoid suspicion?

With all your bad sleeping habits, if you were to go upstairs while fast asleep, wouldn't
he be able to take advantage?"

"And you're just throwing underwear like panties and a spatula on the bed? How many
times have I told you not to let anyone see those things except me!"

Wu Suowei felt even more frustrated when he heard that Chi Cheng not only didn't
apologize but also blamed him.

"Do you think your dad likes sleeping with me? He's just trying to keep an eye on me!
You even control my underwear, so why don't you control your own? Did you ever
consider how I felt when you were masturbating with Guo Chengyu?"

Sure enough, Jiang Xiaoshuai, the chatterbox, had let it slip.

Chi Cheng explained, "I just missed you so much that I couldn't control myself. It wasn't
because Guozi was sitting next to me that I wanted to do it, but he just happened to be
sitting next to me when I did it."

Wu Suowei retorted sharply, "Don't make excuses for your debauchery!"

In fact, Wu Suowei wasn't quite confident when he swore. He'd done the same thing that
same night, and it happened to be witnessed by others.

Chi Cheng remained silent for a long time.

Wu Suowei muttered to himself, "Isn't it because I'm pissing you off?" Humph... Serves
him right if I am! It's his fault for being so disrespectful and controlling me! If he dares to
mess with me, I'll separate from him. Let's see who's more powerful!
As expected, facts prove, those with money in their pockets are more assertive.

In the past, Chi Cheng was bold and decisive, always with his own set of rules that no
one could challenge. For the first time in his life, he'd given in to someone because of his
own bad habits.

"From now on, I'll do whatever I ask of you. Is that okay?"

Wu Suowei immediately thought of something. "Before you ask me to do it, can you let
me do it first? Can we share the work?"

"No," Chi Cheng replied firmly.

Wu Suowei's face darkened. "If that's the case, what's the point of talking about
fairness?"

He then jabbed his elbow hard in Chi Cheng's chest, trying to force him away, but Chi
Cheng held him tighter.

"Weiwei!"

Chi Cheng whispered.

Wu Suowei completely ignored Chi Cheng's pleas and continued to struggle desperately.
Like a stubborn little bull, he was determined to plow the field he had set his sights on.

"Weiwei!"

A roar came from the sky, and his glare, like a knife, pierced Wu Suowei's face, a
powerful threat.

Wu Suowei stopped moving, but he didn't even look at Chi Cheng. Chi Cheng gripped
Wu Suowei's cheeks with both of his large hands, his deep eyes fixed on him silently.

"If you want to change me into someone who completely obeys your will, follows your
wishes, and satisfies you unconditionally, then why are you with me? Wouldn't it be
easier to just find someone else? I'm just like that. In life, I'll accommodate you however
I want. But in bed, I have to fuck you, I have to fuck you, I have to make you completely
obedient."

Fuck! Wu Suowei was furious. What kind of heresy is this? And he even makes such a
fuss about it!

"This isn't a question of fairness or injustice. It's just my physical disability, just like a
left-handed person can't use their right hand, or a person with flat feet can't walk long
distances. My penis was meant to be fucked; I'm not meant to be fucked! Since you're
with me, you have to tolerate this flaw and try to love it."

I've never seen anyone so shameless! Wu Suowei ripped his hair and kicked his legs in
anger, finally pulling the blanket over his head and falling silent.

Chi Cheng pulled the blanket off Wu Suowei's head and twisted his face. After receiving
a fierce, hateful glare from Wu Suowei, she smiled and rested her chin on his collarbone.

"Don't be angry with me. I really don't like seeing you angry. You're so cute when you
smile."

Wu Suowei's face darkened even more.

Chi Cheng took his phone, took a picture of Wu Suowei in that moment, and held it up in
front of him.

"Look at yourself, how shabby you are."

Wu Suowei took a quick look and suddenly threw himself on the bed. He pinned Chi
Cheng down, scratching and slapping his muscular buttocks, kicking and slamming him.
After his humiliation was over, he collapsed on top of it, exhausted.

My beloved big butt! Why are you so mean?

Chi Cheng reached behind him and rubbed Wu Suowei's hair.

Seeing he didn't resist, he sat up and held Wu Suowei in his arms. He looked down at
him, his eyes full of love.

Wu Suowei remained unmoved.

Chi Cheng gently stroked the faint bruise on Wu Suowei's brow and asked softly, "Did it
hurt when those two guys beat you up when we got robbed that day?"

Wu Suowei said with a stern face, "Not as much as you did."

Chi Cheng laughed dumbly. "How could that be called a beating? I did it because I love
you, because I care about you." "Nonsense!" Wu Suowei raged. "You just think I'm
having a fight with your dad, and that's why you're using me for your own sexual
pleasure!"

Chi Cheng looked wronged. "If I really thought that, you'd be in the hospital by now. If
you insist on giving me an excuse, it's because you kept staring at naked men's butts."

Wu Suowei formed a cross between his brows.

Chi Cheng bit his forehead and demanded, feigning anger, "Who ejaculated in the
bathroom?"

Wu Suowei gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"You really don't like it?" Chi Cheng pressed.

Wu Suowei gritted his teeth and said, "I don't like it?"

"Really?" Chi Cheng slapped Wu Suowei on the butt.

Wu Suowei felt the pain and said in shame and indignation, "I don't like it, not at all."

And so, he was held in Chi Cheng's arms, his hands chasing him from behind, slapping
his buttocks with great force. The rhythm was clear. Wu Suowei cursed, gasped,
struggled, twisted, moaned... and finally, he got a useless hard-on.

Chi Cheng pulled his pants down, revealing his buttocks, red and radiant. Chi Cheng bent
his knees, brought them directly to his mouth, and bit them viciously.

Wu Suowei clutched the bed sheet, his waist shaking uncontrollably, his face flushed
with shame and anger.

Chi Cheng flipped Wu Suowei over again, still holding him tightly on his lap. He
lowered his head and kissed Wu Suowei's thin lips. His tongue plunged in, sweeping
across Wu Suowei's mouth with domineering force. Wu Suowei responded without
hesitation, sucking on Chi Cheng's tongue with all his might. The two masculine auras
mingled, brewing a rich love that seeped into his bones.

In this position, Chi Cheng thrust into Wu Suowei, letting him straddle his lap and sway
his hips.

Wu Suowei's sweat drizzled, his handsome face captivating with arousal.

Chi Cheng pushed his body back, but not onto the bed. Instead, he angled it at a 45-
degree angle, allowing him to clearly see their intercourse.

"Don't move," Chi Cheng said. "Use your little hole to suck it."

Wu Suowei's face was embarrassed, but he still tightened his mouth in impatience under
Chi Cheng's teasing. Exposing himself to the sight of two people like this was a uniquely
stimulating experience.

Chi Cheng gasped, "So tight, more!"

Wu Suowei tightened his anus once more, moaning with excitement.

Chi Cheng had never felt such warm, tight walls, such a firm butt; every thrust sent him
reeling with ecstasy.

Wu Suowei urged, "Chi Cheng, I want you to move."

Chi Cheng pulled Wu Suowei back, biting his neck and asking, "What did you call me?"

Wu Suowei gasped, "Chi Cheng!"

Chi Cheng thrust upwards fiercely, hitting Wu Suowei's vulnerable spot.

Wu Suowei cried out in a shrill voice, but the wave of pleasure gradually subsided, and
Chi Cheng didn't move again.

"No, think again."

After Wu Suowei's attempts to call out Chi Chi, Cheng Cheng, Da Chi, and Cheng Ge
were ineffective, he was forced to call him "Godfather."

Chi Cheng's hips moved, thrusting hard into Wu Suowei three times before stopping.

"Think about it."

Wu Suowei couldn't bear it any longer and began to move, but Chi Cheng held him
down.

"Stop tormenting me," Wu Suowei bit Chi Cheng's ear, eager and embarrassed.

Chi Cheng still forced himself to remain silent, teasing Wu Suowei's sensitive nipples
with the tip of his tongue.

Wu Suowei, devastated, called out "husband" in Chi Cheng's ear.

Chi Cheng felt like he'd been injected with a drug, his heart churning with waves. This
wasn't the first time he'd heard someone call him "husband," but it was the only time it
had touched him deeply. His face was contorted with excitement, and the giant penis
beneath his crotch swelled with blood, hard as iron.

Wu Suowei was practically thrown onto the bed by Chi Cheng, chest to chest, fingers
intertwined, his narrow vagina forced to withstand repeated, brutal thrusts and
penetrations.

"Ahh... so hard... right there... so good..."

Chi Cheng's face, consumed by desire, looked a bit ferocious! He bit Wu Suowei's face
and neck with fervor, stirring him inside, utterly ecstatic.
"Do you like being fucked by your husband?"

Wu Suowei moaned, his ass whimpering.

"How about your husband get a few other guys to take turns fucking you?"

Wu Suowei shook his head, her mind swirling.

"No... just you..."

Hearing these words, Chi Cheng's heart surged with pleasure, and he rode and roared like
a madman against Wu Suowei.

"Do you know how much your husband cherishes you? How much he loves fucking
you?"

"Weiwei, you are my life."

CHAPTER 231
Three days later, Chi Yuanduan returned to Beijing.

That same evening, he invited Guo Chengyu over for dinner and a chat.

“I heard Chi Cheng has been staying at your place the past couple of days,” Yuanduan
said.

“No, he only stayed one night at mine, then went back home the next day.”

Yuanduan asked again, “Did he go alone?”

Guo Chengyu answered honestly, “They went together.”

Yuanduan sighed, his gaze toward Guo filled with deep helplessness and worry.

“You should know about those two, right?”

Guo nodded, “I know a bit.”

Yuanduan spoke earnestly: “Xiaoyu, I’ve worked hard all these years and only made a
true friend like your father. You and Chi Cheng grew up together, so your relationship is
natural. Now you’re both adults with your own careers. I’m not here to pressure you, I
just hope, as an old friend, you can persuade Chi Cheng properly.”
Guo Chengyu helped Yuanduan with some food and said, “Uncle, eat more vegetables.”

Yuanduan didn’t pick up his chopsticks, persistently waiting for Guo’s response.

Guo smiled and said, “Don’t worry, uncle. I’ll definitely talk to him seriously.”

“That’s a relief. Chi Cheng listens to you the most.”

Guo thought to himself: He listens to Wu Suowei the most now; no matter what I say, it’s
useless.

Yuanduan ate a couple bites, put down his chopsticks, then asked Guo again, “What do
you think about this matter with Chi Cheng? You two have been together so long—you
can’t not know about his ‘problem,’ right?”

“I do know,” Guo said calmly. “Actually, I’ve always been against it, and I’ve told him
many times. He studied abroad, so his ideas are more open than mine. I’m more
traditional. I think in China, this kind of relationship won’t be accepted by mainstream
society.”

Yuanduan’s heart sank hearing this.

“You’re more mature and practical in your thinking. Chi Cheng lives wildly; I’ve worried
about him for years. Tell me, how did I end up with a son like him?”

Guo secretly thought: Because your sperm back then was just too strong.

Yuanduan added, “It’d be good if he was even half like you!”

Guo felt undeserving, “Uncle, you flatter me. We’re about the same.”

“Not at all!” Yuanduan said firmly. “From your attitudes toward being gay, I think you’re
stronger than him—hundreds of times stronger!”

Guo twitched the corner of his mouth, “What did you say just now? Attitude toward
what?”

“Being gay,” Yuanduan said seriously.

Guo barely suppressed a laugh and asked, “Where did you hear that word?”

“Online,” Yuanduan said. “Lately I’ve been reading a lot about these things. To fix his
problem, you need the right medicine. I can’t just force my generation’s thinking on you
guys, so I have to accept some new ideas and find the root of this bad mentality.”

Guo said, “You’d better stop reading that stuff.”

“Why?” Yuanduan asked.

Guo really wanted to say: I’m afraid you’ll get corrupted too.

“This stuff depends on the person. What you read is mostly entertainment. Many young
people wear it as a badge of individuality, but in real life, most are pretty normal.
Besides, I don’t think Chi Cheng is homosexual. Before he met Wang Shuo, his
orientation was normal. Even after, he dated several girls.”

Guo’s words gave Yuanduan a boost.

“As the saying goes, no one knows a child better than their father, but I’ve been busy
outside all these years and haven’t really managed him. I know less about him than you.
Do you think Chi Cheng can turn things around?”

“Well…” Guo answered tactfully, “I really can’t say.”

Yuanduan sighed.

Guo continued, “You know this is a sensitive topic. As a friend, if I talk lightly it’s
useless; if I go deep it hurts feelings. I mean well, but he might think I’m discriminating
against his relationship.”

“Sorry to put you in a tough spot,” Yuanduan said.

Guo quickly waved it off, “Don’t say that. It’s my duty.”

Yuanduan had brought Guo here to gather information, not expecting him to take his side
given his relationship with Chi Cheng. But after talking for a while, Yuanduan found Guo
sincere and trustworthy.

“So give me some advice—how can I get Chi Cheng to end this relationship as soon as
possible?”

Guo thought and said, “Play the devil’s advocate.”

Yuanduan’s eyes darkened, clearly surprised by Guo’s answer.

Guo explained calmly, “Honestly, when you tried everything to stop Chi Cheng and
Wang Shuo, the results were minimal. Do you know how they broke up? They’d been
together long enough that conflicts piled up, and they split on their own without anyone
forcing it.”

“I think the pressure from society is far greater than anything you caused. If you
intervene, they’re under your wing and will keep struggling but stay safe. But if you let
go, letting them face real pressure from all sides, I think they won’t last long.”
“Love is like a pile of firewood. Some put it all on the fire at once, it burns fast and dies
out quickly. Others add wood piece by piece and it can last years. If you take some wood
away, it has to burn longer. Since the bigger the flame, the sooner it goes out, just let
them burn hot!”

“So I suggest you play the devil’s advocate.”

Guo was cleverly flipping things to support Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei’s shameless life,
calling black white and dead alive.

After a long silence, Yuanduan finally spoke.

“I just fear my son isn’t a pile of firewood. He’s a whole forest!”

“…”

In recent days, Chi Cheng had been very protective of Wu Suowei, traveling with a full
security team—one lead car and several cars behind—no less impressive than an official
leader’s inspection entourage.

Even so, Chi Cheng still went to Wu Suowei’s company every few days to personally
supervise and feel reassured.

Wu Suowei kept going to a construction site, and when Chi Cheng was there, Wu
watched from a distance. When Chi left, Wu scurried around every corner, personally
checking every detail and making the bodyguards busy.

“Director Zhou, please check if this mark here is wrong? Our measurements don’t match
this number!”

Before Director Zhou could respond, Wu hurried over anxiously.

“What’s wrong? Let me see.”

A worker handed Wu the construction drawings.

Wu glanced briefly and handed the drawings to Director Zhou, then agilely climbed the
scaffolding. Soon he was standing at the height of the fourth floor, gesturing and giving
instructions to the workers above.

The bodyguards, chatting and stretching, came back and found Wu missing. Looking up,
they immediately broke out in cold sweat. Someone wanted to climb up and bring Wu
down but was sternly told off by Wu.

“Everyone stay put!”

Though Wu Suowei usually acted careless, he cared about his public image. With
bodyguards, if they made a fuss, he’d flip out.

Less than two minutes later, Chi Cheng’s car arrived.

The moment he got out, his eyes instantly locked on the fourth floor. His face, hardened
and sunburned, was dark and intimidating.

“Who let him go up there?”

The question silenced the crowd.

The head bodyguard whispered, “We wanted to bring him down, but he refused to let us
go up. Should I call a couple more to help?”

“No need,” Chi Cheng waved them off. “His work isn’t done. No one can convince him.
You all go cool off.”

Then he stood in a relatively hidden spot, staring at Wu Suowei, afraid that if Wu noticed
him getting agitated, he might fall. His tense brow showed worry clearly. Whenever Wu
shifted a bit, Chi’s Adam’s apple moved noticeably as his sharp gaze stayed fixed like a
blade, not allowing the slightest relaxation.

Finally, Wu Suowei began to descend the scaffolding swiftly.

When he got to the second floor, Chi Cheng took a few big steps and caught him with
one hand while Wu’s foot was still on the small ramp between the first and second floors.

“Put me down quickly,” Wu looked around nervously, “Everyone’s watching me.”

“If you’re afraid I’m holding you, then don’t climb so high next time.”

Chi Cheng carried Wu out of the construction area before letting go.

CHAPTER 232
The two of them wandered around the construction site for a long time. There wasn’t a
single tree nearby to provide shade, and the sun beat down directly. Because they had
been moving around so much earlier, the front of Wu Suowei’s shirt was soaked with
sweat. Seeing this, Chi Cheng told the staff to go buy an umbrella.

Wu Suowei immediately put on a stern face. “Buy what? What kind of guy carries an
umbrella when it’s sunny?”
Chi Cheng replied, “What kind of guy holds someone else’s ‘JB’ while sleeping? Don’t
you do that every day?”

Wu Suowei’s handsome face flushed red, and he punched Chi Cheng twice hard in the
stomach, angrily saying, “Are those two things the same? One’s done secretly under the
covers, the other’s in broad daylight. You just carried me so far earlier, and that made
everyone happy for half a day. If I buy an umbrella now, won’t everyone at the company
start calling me a sissy?”

Chi Cheng wiped the sweat off Wu Suowei’s forehead with his big hand and said,
“You’re not pale to start with. If you get darker, who would even want to look at you?”

Wu Suowei snapped back, “Jiang Xiaoshuai’s pale. Why don’t you go hang out with
him?”

After a brief complaint, Wu Suowei suddenly remembered something. His eyes sparkled
and a mischievous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Hey, did you mess with my master?”

Wu Suowei was still annoyed that Jiang Xiaoshuai had messed up the secret code and
tried to stir up trouble. He thought some punishment was in order. He was growing
increasingly fed up with Jiang Xiaoshuai — clothes washed for him, meals made for him,
doing nothing all day, and always picky and bossy.

“I did,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei instantly got excited and poked Chi Cheng’s chest with his elbow, eagerly
asking, “How did you do it? Tell me, tell me!”

“How hard is it to mess with a little pervert like him? Just slip him some drugs and send
his man 100 miles away. That’ll teach him a lesson.”

Wu Suowei laughed wickedly and twisted the back of Chi Cheng’s neck with his hand,
half praising and half scolding, “You’re so bad, this trick is really ruthless, hahaha…”

Chi Cheng didn’t pay attention to what Wu Suowei said, just kept smiling at him. His
small white teeth flashing with a look that was devilish, smug, arrogant, and cunning —
all kinds of bad traits combined on his face, making people’s hearts itch with longing.
Chi Cheng wanted to grab this little mischievous wolf and take him home for some
serious training to tame his wildness.

Wu Suowei felt a bit embarrassed under Chi Cheng’s intense gaze and cautiously asked,
“Am I really that bad?”

“You two are about the same,” Chi Cheng replied, meaning Jiang Xiaoshuai.
This made Wu Suowei feel balanced mentally, so he shamelessly asked again.

“Hey, did you see what happened after Xiaoshuai was drugged?”

Chi Cheng said, “I didn’t see it live, but there’s a video.”

“Damn!” Wu Suowei wasn’t jealous but complained, “Why didn’t you tell me you had
such a treasure? Have you secretly watched it? I want to see it too!”

Chi Cheng said, “I haven’t watched it yet.”

“Nonsense, who are you fooling? If you had that good stuff, would you just keep it
without watching?” Wu Suowei was angry.

Chi Cheng said, “I didn’t bring it back for myself, but for you.”

“Then give it to me quickly!” Wu Suowei pressed anxiously. “Where is it? Where?”

Chi Cheng put on a cold face, “Not telling you.”

Wu Suowei gritted his teeth in frustration, unable to resist temptation, and pleaded softly,
“Please let me see it.”

Chi Cheng remained expressionless and unmoved.

Wu Suowei gave a soft, limp punch, his eyebrows twisted into a knot.

“Big brother, be merciful.”

Chi Cheng still didn’t react.

Wu Suowei gave another soft, limp punch, looking pitiful and helpless.

Real men’s coquettishness is different from a pure bottom’s. They usually use their hips
to rub the top’s crotch. Wu Suowei, however, used big clumsy punches, slow and
shameless.

But Chi Cheng just loved watching. He took the secret recording not only to watch Jiang
Xiaoshuai but also to see Wu Suowei acting like this now.

Because there were many people around, Wu Suowei had limited room to act, so Chi
Cheng steadied his shoulders and said, “Enough trouble. Everyone’s watching you. We’ll
talk about it at home.”

Wu Suowei had to give up.

After all that fuss, Wu Suowei was sweating heavily again and kept fanning himself with
his hand. His eyes still focused on the nearby construction site, filled with anticipation
and pride.

“This industrial park will be completed by the end of the year. Then I’ll buy a house right
across the street. Every night when I open the window, I’ll be able to see our company’s
building signs and logo.”

Chi Cheng said nothing, took Wu Suowei’s hand away, and fanned him himself. His
palm was firm and strong, fingers tightly together, creating a steady cool breeze sweeping
across Wu Suowei’s cheek.

Wu Suowei said again, “Once production starts next year, the annual output value is
expected to reach one billion — one billion! I never even dared to dream of that before.
Chi, how do you feel?”

Chi Cheng’s expression didn’t change.

Wu Suowei looked disappointed. “Why aren’t you excited at all? Talking to you is so
boring!” Then he turned his head to look into the distance, sighing, “How can a sparrow
understand the ambition of a swan?”

After a long silence, Chi Cheng finally said calmly,

“What’s there to be excited about? Even if you sell a hundred billion a year, don’t you
still only give me ten bucks pocket money?”

Wu Suowei was struck right in his feelings, shamelessly laughing for a long time.

Chi Cheng’s big hand fanned Wu Suowei’s face deliberately.

Wu Suowei winced, turning to glare at Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng rubbed his face and asked, “What do you need so much money for?”

Wu Suowei gave a lewd expression, “I want to live a life of wine pools and meat forests.”

Chi Cheng scrunched up his face, causing Wu Suowei to yelp in pain.

Then Wu Suowei pouted, turned his head away, and continued to look at the industrial
park soon to be completed. This was not only his career but also his vision for the future.

“You don’t know,” Wu Suowei said, “I’m scared of being poor. No matter how much
money I make, I don’t feel secure.”
Actually, Chi Cheng understood. His tireless efforts to bring projects and investments to
Wu Suowei were not to make money for himself but to create a sense of security for Wu
Suowei.

He knew Wu Suowei was strong-willed and stubborn, so he didn’t just hand him money
or keep him cooped up at home. Instead, he silently watched him succeed in his career
and worked hard, sometimes worrying but never stopping him. Because he knew Wu
Suowei would one day stand on equal footing with him.

Wu Suowei’s thoughts were simpler: Chi Cheng was born with a silver spoon in his
mouth, and he was afraid he couldn’t afford to support him in the future.

They talked for a while longer, and Wu Suowei suddenly realized that every time he
talked to Chi Cheng, it felt awkward. Later he found the reason: Chi Cheng was always
standing behind him, so every time Wu Suowei spoke, he had to turn his head.

“Why are you standing behind me?”

Chi Cheng said nothing and turned Wu Suowei’s head back.

Wu Suowei then noticed their shadows overlapped perfectly into one.

On the way back, Chi Cheng saw some roasted lamb legs and turned to Wu Suowei,
saying, “I want to eat that.”

Wu Suowei gave him a fierce glare and scolded, “Eat what?! One lamb leg costs dozens,
and you’d be done after a few bites.”

Chi Cheng threatened, “If you don’t let me eat this now, I won’t let you eat that when we
get home.”

Wu Suowei’s facial muscles twitched violently, muttering curses, but his feet quickly
took him to the barbecue stand. He told the boss, “Give me two lamb legs.”

“Big ones or small ones?”

“Big ones!” he said firmly.

Back in the car, they sat and ate. Chi Cheng ate big mouthfuls of meat, while Wu Suowei
took tiny bites and swallowed carefully.

Chi Cheng looked at him puzzled. “Why aren’t you eating?”

Wu Suowei acted all dutiful, “Saving it for you.”

Chi Cheng touched it and found Wu Suowei’s hand had warmed the lamb leg, so he said,
“Eat it.”

Wu Suowei awkwardly asked, “If I eat this lamb leg, will it affect the ‘meal’ at home?”

Chi Cheng grinned wickedly, rubbing Wu Suowei’s face until it was oily.

“No effect.”

Wu Suowei finally relaxed and bit into the lamb leg. As he ate, he glanced at Chi Cheng
out of the corner of his eye nervously, afraid Chi Cheng would see how greedy he was.
That little look was so adorable it made Chi Cheng’s heart ache.

When showering, Wu Suowei noticed Chi Cheng’s neck and shoulders were sunburned,
so he took out his expensive after-sun repair cream and applied it on him. Since the
cream was pricey and the burned area large, the reluctant Wu Suowei mixed in some
cheap lotion to fill it up.

Even though Chi Cheng saw everything, he still felt warm having Wu Suowei care for his
skin.

“Am I good to you?” Wu Suowei asked.

Chi Cheng gave a soft “hm.”

Wu Suowei cleared his throat. “What about my master’s video…”

Chi Cheng didn’t respond.

Now that they were alone in the room, Wu Suowei rubbed his face against Chi Cheng’s
shoulders and neck, begging, “Comrade Lao Chi, please let me see it.”

Chi Cheng made Wu Suowei laugh helplessly. He had finally applied some cream to him,
only to have it rubbed off by Wu Suowei. The nation’s top stingy “magnet rooster” was
caught by himself.

Chi Cheng still refused.

After all Wu Suowei’s coaxing failed, he whispered in Chi Cheng’s ear.

Chi Cheng smiled slightly and went back inside to hand Wu Suowei the USB drive.

Wu Suowei watched it alone in the room, so excited his nose bled, and his imagination
ran wild.

“Oh my god! So damn sexy! So damn tempting! How am I supposed to live now?”
After watching, the first thing he did was smash the USB drive. He didn’t even want to
delete it for fear Chi Cheng might restore it. Such a steamy scene could never be allowed
for Chi Cheng, the old pervert, to see.

CHAPTER 233
Recently, Wu Suowei had been tied up with all kinds of affairs and didn’t have time to
play with Xiao Cu Bao (Little Vinegar Bun). Worried that it would be lonely, he found it
a companion — a golden python.

This python was twice the length of Xiao Cu Bao, its build sturdy and fierce-looking, but
its temperament was very gentle. Wu Suowei named it “Sanbao,” with the nickname “Big
Vinegar Barrel.”

When Big Vinegar Barrel first arrived, Xiao Cu Bao barely paid it any attention.
Whenever Big Vinegar Barrel crawled toward it, Xiao Cu Bao’s dark, mysterious eyes
would flash sharply. Big Vinegar Barrel would then quietly stay at a short distance
watching it, and if Xiao Cu Bao showed hostility again, Big Vinegar Barrel would slither
away.

Later, whenever Wu Suowei had time, he would give Big Vinegar Barrel a bath, making
it shiny golden and fragrant. The proud Xiao Cu Bao reluctantly agreed to stay together
with it.

These past couple of days, Xiao Cu Bao and Big Vinegar Barrel had learned to live
harmoniously.

“Harmonious” meant no matter how much Xiao Cu Bao bullied Big Vinegar Barrel, Big
Vinegar Barrel never fought back. Even though its body was twice as thick as Xiao Cu
Bao’s, it willingly allowed Xiao Cu Bao to bite and wrestle with it, and even seemed to
enjoy it.

At noon, Wu Suowei threw a large white mouse to Big Vinegar Barrel. Golden pythons
had a habit when eating: they would coil their bodies tightly around their prey, twisting
until the mouse’s bones were broken and turned into a meat ball, before slowly eating it.

After much effort, Big Vinegar Barrel finally coiled the mouse into a ball. Suddenly,
Xiao Cu Bao’s sharp head darted in and swallowed the mouse whole in one bite, then
slithered away nonchalantly.

That evening, when Wu Suowei came back to check, both snakes were asleep. Usually,
Xiao Cu Bao hung from the light or dangled somewhere, but today it curled up next to
Big Vinegar Barrel, its head resting on the python’s neck. It looked very warm and cozy.
Wu Suowei squatted there watching for a long time.

Chi Cheng had just gone to the balcony to smoke, but when he returned to the bedroom,
he couldn’t find Wu Suowei. After calling a few times with no answer, he walked to the
door of this room and found Wu Suowei squatting there.

Chi Cheng quietly walked over, leaned down, and flicked Wu Suowei hard on the top of
his head.

Wu Suowei winced in pain and punched Chi Cheng twice hard on the calf.

Chi Cheng laughed and squatted down, pressing Wu Suowei’s head against his leg,
running his fingers through Wu Suowei’s hair and asking,

“What are you doing staying up so late looking at this?”

Wu Suowei said, “Look how well they’re sleeping.”

Chi Cheng didn’t take it seriously. “We sleep better than they do, you just can’t see it.”

“Who says I can’t see?”

Since the night Wu Suowei was scared once, he had been sleeping with the light on. He
personally designed a small wall lamp suitable for sleeping, printed with both their
names.

Every night when Wu Suowei woke up, the lamp emitted a faint glow, and he could see
the image of Chi Cheng leaning on him reflected in every mirror.

He was a person who depended on habits. If one night he woke up and the mirror showed
only one person, or if the mirror was replaced by a wall and he couldn’t see anyone, he
would feel extremely fearful and uneasy.

After a long silence, Wu Suowei suddenly said, “I really envy them. They don’t have to
do anything and have good food every day.”

“If you were my pet, I wouldn’t ask anything of you either. I’d give you good food every
day.”

Wu Suowei turned his head quickly and bit Chi Cheng’s most sensitive spot.

Chi Cheng growled low and lifted Wu Suowei, carrying him into the room.

Before they could get intimate enough, Chi Cheng’s phone rang.

After a few sounds, Chi Cheng hung up.

Wu Suowei asked, “Who was it?”

Chi Cheng said, “My dad’s secretary. He said my mom’s coming back tomorrow, and my
sister and her two kids are coming along too.”

“Really lively,” Wu Suowei said. “So you have to go home tomorrow, right?”

Chi Cheng trapped Wu Suowei’s head in his arm and lit a cigarette, handing it to Wu
Suowei. Wu Suowei took a puff, smoke swirling around his mouth. Chi Cheng watched
with particular focus.

Wu Suowei’s expression faltered. “You’re not seriously thinking of not going home, are
you? That’s your mom and sister. It’s been so long since you saw them. Wouldn’t it be
right for you to go back?”

“I’m not refusing to go,” Chi Cheng said. “I want to take you with me.”

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Wu Suowei immediately refuted. “If I really go with you, then
neither of us will come back.”

Chi Cheng flicked ash but said nothing.

Before, going home didn’t bother him. But now, going back for a family reunion while
leaving Wu Suowei alone felt unbearably painful.

In his heart, Wu Suowei belonged to the Chi family and should be taken back openly and
properly.

After a long silence, Wu Suowei said again, “Even if your mom and sister don’t come
back, you should go home to see them. Last time, because of me, you had a big fight with
your dad. You should have gone back to apologize.”

“Why should I apologize when he had people beat me like that?” Chi Cheng’s tone was
harsh.

Wu Suowei said, “It wasn’t his fault. It was those two people who disliked me.”

“That’s still his responsibility. If he had said beforehand to bring you back unharmed,
those two wouldn’t dare to lay a finger on you no matter how bold they were!”

Wu Suowei still spoke well of Chi Yuanduan, “During my time at your house, he treated
me well, fed and clothed me, never let me sleep on the floor. Sometimes I deliberately
annoyed him, but he never got truly angry. I think your dad is kind-hearted. You
shouldn’t treat him like this.”
“You only see the surface,” Chi Cheng said. “He’s the type who plays Tai Chi in official
circles — subtle and restrained but with strong killing power. His greatest skill is to wear
you down until you’re exhausted.”

Wu Suowei said, “Then we’re made for each other! My greatest strength is endurance. I
love to play the wearing game. If he has me along the way, he won’t be lonely.”

Chi Cheng’s mood didn’t change at all.

Wu Suowei poked Chi Cheng’s waist and said, “Go apologize to him. No matter how
good at Tai Chi your dad is, he shouldn’t take it out on you!”

Chi Cheng still kept a cold face and said nothing.

Wu Suowei’s face changed suddenly; he turned away and ignored Chi Cheng. But there
was a mirror opposite him, so even if Chi Cheng didn’t look over, he could see Wu
Suowei’s sulking face.

After staring hard at Wu Suowei for a long time, Chi Cheng finally softened.

“I’m scared of you.” Chi Cheng patted Wu Suowei’s butt twice and said in a
compromised tone, “Tomorrow I’ll go back and have a good talk with him.”

Only then did Wu Suowei’s face show a little smile.

While they were passionately entwined, Chi Cheng whispered in Wu Suowei’s ear,
“Baby, I only love you.”

Wu Suowei moaned loudly with excitement, holding Chi Cheng tightly and trembling for
a while.

Then he pressed his mouth to Chi Cheng’s ear, voice trembling but tone firm.

“I will make them accept me.”

Chi Cheng held the back of Wu Suowei’s head and said, “Good child.”

The next noon, Chi Cheng took Chi Jiali, Zhong Wenyu, and the black-and-white little
nephews back home.

On the way, Chi Cheng asked Chi Jiali, “Why did you come back again?”

“What do you mean ‘again’?” Chi Jiali snapped. “I haven’t been back for over a year.
Can’t you show even a little eagerness? Change that ‘again’ to ‘only’!”

Chi Cheng replied, “You’ve only been gone a year and you’re already back?”
Chi Jiali angrily argued with Zhong Wenyu.

“Mom, look at him. Can he still find a girlfriend like this? Who’d want to be with him?!”

Zhong Wenyu hurried to comfort her daughter, “Your brother’s just being harsh.
Actually, he misses you.”

As Zhong Wenyu finished speaking, Chi Cheng spoke again.

“Did you and your black husband get divorced? You came twice but I haven’t seen him.”

Chi Jiali was so angry she lost the desire to explain.

This time even Zhong Wenyu couldn’t take it. While feeding Quanquan, she scolded Chi
Cheng, “How can you talk like that? While I stayed at your sister’s place, those two were
doing well.”

Quanquan also pounded Chi Cheng’s shoulder with his little fist hard.

Chi Cheng widened his eyes and shouted mock-angrily at the little black nephew, “If you
keep it up, I’ll throw you into the charcoal pile and have the boiler guy shove you in as
fuel.”

Quanquan didn’t understand but thought Chi Cheng was praising him, and laughed
foolishly, showing two rows of white teeth.

Chi Cheng suddenly thought Quanquan’s smile resembled Wu Suowei’s a lot.

So with one hand on the steering wheel, he grabbed the little nephew from behind and put
him between his legs. No matter how much he struggled, he was held tight and couldn’t
move.

The car drove all the way home.

Chi Yuanduan had just returned not long ago. Seeing his two grandsons, his face creased
with a smile. But when he saw Chi Cheng behind them, his expression immediately
darkened.

“Who told you to come back?”

 CHAPTER 234
At lunchtime, Dou Dou and Quan Quan sat on either side of Chi Yuanduan. Yuanduan
was so focused on his two grandsons that he barely ate. Quan Quan dipped his chopsticks
into Yuanduan’s wine glass, then licked them, instantly reacting to the spiciness with
loud sniffs, which made Yuanduan laugh heartily.

Chi Cheng hadn’t seen Yuanduan laugh like that in a long time.

No matter how successful and powerful a man is, at his age loneliness is inevitable.

“Dad, hurry up and eat, stop playing with the kids, the food will get cold.” Chi Jiali
complained.

Yuanduan was unconcerned. “It’s fine, I wasn’t hungry to begin with.”

“You’re not hungry but the kids are.” Zhong Wenyu shot him a glance, then smiled at the
kids: “Come on, come to grandma, grandma will feed you.”

Jiali just finished complaining about Yuanduan when she started complaining about
Zhong Wenyu.

“Mom, how come you want to feed them again? How many times have I told you to let
them eat by themselves!”

Zhong Wenyu looked sympathetic. “They just arrived, how could they use chopsticks?”

Jiali said, “They’ll get it after two meals.”

The two elders couldn’t argue with their daughter and had to watch helplessly as the
grandkids struggled with their bowls, barely getting a single bite, feeling anxious. Jiali’s
demands on the kids were unusually strict; she didn’t allow her parents to feed them or
even put food in their bowls.

Dou Dou sat next to Chi Cheng, staring at a meatball for a long time.

He couldn’t pick it up with chopsticks, poked unsuccessfully, and was about to reach out
with his hand when his mom warned him sharply.

So Dou Dou rubbed his little black hand against Chi Cheng’s leg.

Chi Cheng glanced at him with his peripheral vision. This natural little bottom combined
Jiang Xiaoshuai’s curls, Wang Shuo’s black hair, and Wu Suowei’s big eyes.

Then Chi Cheng put most of the meatballs onto his own plate.
Dou Dou brought his plate in front of him and started eating without hesitation.

Chi Jiali immediately shot a sharp look and called him warningly:

“Dou Dou.”

Dou Dou put his chopsticks on the bowl and seriously stated in English his reasoning:

“It’s not that he’s helping me pick food; I’m helping him eat.”

When he said this, everyone at the table laughed, even Chi Jiali was amused despite
herself.

Chi Cheng silently moved Yuanduan’s favorite dish in front of him. Yuanduan pretended
not to notice.

After eating, Yuanduan called the driver. The driver had an emergency and left early.

Yuanduan planned to drive himself to work but Chi Jiali strongly opposed.

“You drank so much, how can you drive?”

Yuanduan said, “That little bit of wine won’t matter.”

“What are you showing off for?!” Jiali said firmly, “Take a taxi!”

Before Yuanduan could reply, Chi Cheng calmly said:

“I’ll drive you.”

Yuanduan’s tone was stiff. “I don’t need you to drive me!”

Chi Cheng said nothing, just opened the car door.

Since Zhong Wenyu and Chi Jiali were there, Yuanduan couldn’t show his displeasure
and got in with a serious face.

They didn’t exchange any words on the way.

Halfway, Chi Cheng stopped the car and got out. Yuanduan didn’t ask where he went.
When Chi Cheng returned, he threw a box of hangover medicine onto Yuanduan’s lap —
worried that his dad’s afternoon meeting might be affected.

“I don’t need it.” Yuanduan threw it aside.

Chi Cheng stayed silent and drove him to the city government building entrance.
Yuanduan’s colleagues happened to be there. Seeing Chi Cheng in the car, one couldn’t
help but ask Yuanduan, “Hey, isn’t that your son? Why’d you let him drive you today?”

Yuanduan said, “I got a bit happy and drank at lunch. The driver had to leave, and my
son was worried I’d have an accident, so he insisted on driving me.”

The colleague looked envious. “That’s really something to be jealous of.”

“Oh, right.” Yuanduan opened the car door again, took out the medicine, and said to the
colleague on purpose, “Almost forgot this! My son bought me hangover medicine,
worried that drinking would affect my work.”

“People comparing themselves to others is maddening!” the colleague lamented. “My son
hasn’t come to see me in months. Even a phone call would be nice. I have to make an
appointment just to see him.”

Before leaving, the colleague looked at Chi Cheng and patted Yuanduan on the shoulder.

“He’s getting more and more handsome.”

In the afternoon, Chi Cheng drove Chi Jiali and the two nephews out for a walk.

Walking down the street, Chi Cheng carried one kid in one arm. Chi Jiali followed beside
them. They attracted nearly 100% attention. On one hand, it was because of the flashy
black-and-white twins. On the other, it was the good-looking, well-matched pair of adults
— strangers would think they were a family of four.

Dou Dou and Quan Quan saw things they wanted and kept pestering Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng, the attentive uncle, gave a “Fuck” to the left and a “Fuck” to the right, and
sent the kids off.

Chi Jiali was too angry to vent because while Chi Cheng didn’t encourage the kids to ask
for things, as their uncle he should have at least shown some generosity. At first, she
thought he was joking, but after the whole walk, Chi Cheng hadn’t spent a cent.

It wasn’t that Chi Cheng didn’t want to buy things, he only had ten yuan on him.

Wu Suowei knew Chi Cheng was going home today and had prepared a wad of money on
the bedside table for him. But Chi Cheng, used to being a “slave,” simply forgot to bring
the money.

The kids kept pestering him, so Chi Cheng had no choice but to stop in front of a small
store.
“Two packs of sunflower seeds,” he told the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper handed them over.

“Ten yuan exactly.”

Chi Jiali was silently grinding her teeth. She came all the way back from abroad, hadn’t
seen them for over a year, and the uncle only bought the nephews two packs of sunflower
seeds — and only after they begged!

What was worse, Chi Cheng put one pack into his pocket, tore open the other, grabbed a
handful, stuffed it in the kids’ pockets, and kept the rest for himself.

Then Dou Dou happily grabbed a dozen seeds and showed them off to Chi Jiali.

“So-many!”

Chi Jiali angrily threw the pack at Chi Cheng’s back.

“You’re really good at fooling kids!”

With sunflower seeds, Dou Dou and Quan Quan stopped pestering and focused on eating
them quietly.

The four entered a shopping mall. Chi Jiali casually walked around, wanting to buy a few
summer clothes. While hesitating on what to get, she caught sight of Chi Cheng holding a
men’s blue T-shirt, fiddling with it.

“Isn’t that size a bit small for you?” Chi Jiali said.

Chi Cheng said nothing and just hung up his phone.

After a while, he picked up a pair of shoes and examined them.

Chi Jiali was puzzled. “Don’t you dislike flashy colors and styles? Why are you suddenly
checking out such showy things?”

Chi Cheng replied flatly, “I’m not buying it for me.”

“For who then?”

Chi Cheng said nothing and just put it down and left.

Chi Jiali knew Chi Cheng hated shopping. He usually sat in the car waiting, and rarely
picked his own clothes. His clothes were either gifts or impulsively bought when passing
by a store.
Before, she would ask him to drive her shopping, and he would just wait in the car.

But today, he not only came along, but seemed patient picking things.

Something was definitely going on.

Chi Jiali grabbed Chi Cheng’s arm and narrowed her eyes, staring at him fiercely.

“Are you seeing another guy again?”

Chi Cheng gave a “Congratulations, you guessed right” look.

Chi Jiali instantly exploded and chased after him, yelling,

“Damn it, Chi Cheng! What can I say? Why do you always tie a rope to the tree branch
for yourself to hang? Don’t you know how your parents are? Are you trying to piss them
off to death?”

Another hearty dinner. Jiang Xiaoshuai rubbed his hands, ready to feast.

Just as he picked up his chopsticks, the phone rang.

“Xiaoshuai, it’s Da Wei. I’m coming over to your place soon.”

After hanging up, Jiang Xiaoshuai immediately told Guo Chengyu, “Quick, quick, bring
these dishes downstairs. Wu Suowei is coming, don’t let him see anything.”

Guo Chengyu chuckled, “Now you’re just like him.”

“Because he forces me to!” Jiang Xiaoshuai ground his teeth, “Always coming to mooch
off food, and he eats so much. Last time he finished the whole tray of your steamed
dumplings! And that Chi Cheng — every time he comes, he has to take some shrimp
paste with him. All the stuff you work hard to make! These two are just cheap, always
taking good stuff from your place! Enough, I’m gonna hide my snacks now, you hurry up
and bring the dishes!”

He gathered all his snacks scattered around, put them in a bag, and shoved it onto the top
shelf of the cabinet.

Guo Chengyu shouted, “Watch out, don’t drop anything!”

“None of your business.” Jiang Xiaoshuai hurried, “Just bring the dishes down fast!”
Guo Chengyu had never done this kind of thing before and hesitated before putting his
hands on the plates.

Then the doorbell rang.

That was fast?!

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes widened, he jumped off his chair, dashed to the dining table. He
wanted to clear as many plates as possible, but Wu Suowei pushed the door open directly.

“Oh, eating?”

Wu Suowei’s eyes gleamed mischievously, looking extremely pleased — he had timed it

perfectly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai quickly lifted a plate, saying, “No, we’ve finished eating, just cleaning
up! Hurry, hurry!” and gave Guo Chengyu a look.

But Jiang Xiaoshuai had only taken two steps when Wu Suowei stopped him.

“Why take it out? I haven’t eaten yet, let me help!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai smiled awkwardly. “Uh… it’s not good to let you eat leftovers?”

“No problem!” Wu Suowei was generous. “I don’t mind, as long as I’m full!”

Then he grabbed a slice of donkey meat with his hand and popped it into his mouth,
immediately praising it.

“This donkey meat sauce is so authentic. Whoever won’t let me eat it, I’m gonna get mad
at them!”

He snatched the plates from Jiang Xiaoshuai and Guo Chengyu, started eating greedily at
the table, occasionally smacking his lips and mumbling, “Homemade meat just tastes
better!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face nearly hit the floor.

Wu Suowei looked at Jiang Xiaoshuai and Guo Chengyu again while eating.

“Do you guys want some? Oh, I forgot, you’ve already eaten.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai looked at Guo Chengyu with hatred: If you had brought the dishes faster,
we wouldn’t have missed out!
“Tsk tsk… flirting right in front of me!” Wu Suowei teased happily. “Am I bothering you
two? Should I just move the table outside and eat there?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai gritted his teeth and barely managed to say:

“No need, let’s go.”

CHAPTER 235
Wu Suowei was eating in the dining room, while Jiang Xiaoshuai was watching TV in
the living room. Yet, the sound of Wu Suowei chewing was louder than the TV program.
The crunchy noise of him gnawing on pork cartilage was clear—this was Jiang
Xiaoshuai’s favorite part. He could almost imagine the crispy bone mixed with the rich
pork flavor filling the mouth.

“Damn your grandpa!” Jiang Xiaoshuai cursed under his breath.

Guo Chengyu sat next to him, eyes half-closed, watching Jiang Xiaoshuai’s frustrated
expression of craving but being unable to eat.

After a while, the crunching stopped, and Jiang Xiaoshuai relaxed a bit.

He thought maybe Wu Suowei had finished eating?

But before even a minute passed, the crunching sounds came back.

“Damn it—he’s eating another piece!” Jiang Xiaoshuai’s mind roared.

There were only three pieces of cartilage in total—couldn’t he leave even one for me?

While grumbling, footsteps sounded from the dining room.

Jiang Xiaoshuai pricked up his ears, the steps getting closer—could it be he was done
eating?

Soon, Wu Suowei came around to the living room.

He stuck his head in and asked Jiang Xiaoshuai, “Where’s the toothpick? I got meat stuck
in my teeth.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai replied quietly, “In the jar under the coffee table.”
Usually people pick their teeth after finishing the meat, but Wu Suowei was already
starting to pick, so Jiang Xiaoshuai hoped he was done. But no—the toothpicking was
just preparation to continue eating.

The crunching started again.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face twisted fiercely. He grabbed Guo Chengyu’s neck with his arm,
squeezed hard, then collapsed on his shoulder with endless grievance in his voice.

“He ate all the cartilage—didn’t leave me a single piece.”

Guo Chengyu said, “It’s okay, there’s more in the fridge. I’ll make you some after he
leaves.”

“No need! Next time I go to his company, I’m bringing a few boxes of light bulbs!”

Just then, Wu Suowei called from outside.

“Xiaoshuai, come here a sec.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai scowled and walked out. He saw Wu Suowei looking up at the ceiling.

“What’s up?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei said, “You should replace the dining room’s ceiling light, right? I think the
color’s a bit dull and doesn’t match the wallpaper. I’ll have my staff bring you a new one
tomorrow. It’s a new product from our company—low wattage, high brightness, and
much more stylish than your current lamp.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked first, “Is it gonna cost money?”

Wu Suowei immediately showed a look of disdain. “What are you saying? Who do you
think we are? I’m not charging you.”

Whoa! That’s weird—this tightwad actually gave something away? Jiang Xiaoshuai felt
surprisingly touched.

“Wait a sec, I’m going upstairs to measure the lamp slot. Do you have a ruler?”

“Wait right here, I’ll get one.”

Soon, Jiang Xiaoshuai handed over a steel ruler. Wu Suowei stood on a chair to measure.
Guo Chengyu leaned at the door, watching him, then suddenly smiled inexplicably.

Wu Suowei carefully measured the depth and height. Just as he was about to finish, his
elbow bumped the top cabinet door, pushing it open.
He pretended to close it, but then saw a big bag of snacks inside, and his expression
instantly showed surprise.

“Oh my god! Why do you guys keep snacks here? Aren’t you afraid of moisture?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face went pale and red alternately. After a while, he said,

“The fridge was too full, there was no space.”

“You should have said earlier!” Wu Suowei said magnanimously, “Our fridge has plenty
of space!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai stopped being polite and immediately went over to grab the snacks.

“Give it here!”

Wu Suowei complained, “Master, you’re too stingy. Eating your stuff is like begging for
your life!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai ignored him and sat on the sofa in the living room, opening a bag of
spicy beans to munch on.

Wu Suowei leaned over and teased, “Master, what are you eating?”

“Spicy beans.”

“Are they weird-tasting?”

“Not as weird as you!” Jiang Xiaoshuai snapped.

Wu Suowei chuckled, then tore open a bag of pickled chicken feet and started gnawing
on them with relish.

Jiang Xiaoshuai nearly lost his mind, “You just ate so much, and you still have room?”

“Sure!” Wu Suowei said. “This stuff doesn’t take up stomach space. You can eat tons and
it’s like nothing.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai thought bitterly: You’re gonna burst!

After finishing the chicken feet, Wu Suowei’s lips were numb and burning, and he kept
sucking in cool air. Still feeling the spice, he opened Jiang Xiaoshuai’s fridge, grabbed a
bottle of drink, and gulped down a couple sips.
Just as the burn faded, the spicy feeling came back, so he ate some small cakes. The
cakes made him feel a bit sickly sweet, so he ate two hawthorn candies. Then the sour
from the hawthorn was too much, so he had a bowl of ice cream…

Finally, after rummaging through a plastic bag, only a few dried tofu pieces were left.

Jiang Xiaoshuai stuffed them into his pocket.

Wu Suowei said nothing.

When Jiang Xiaoshuai went to change clothes in his bedroom and touched his pocket…

Damn, they’re gone!

Furious, he stormed back to the living room to find Wu Suowei nowhere to be seen. He
checked another bedroom and found Wu Suowei already under the covers, proudly using
a blanket Guo Chengyu had bought for him.

“Damn it, get out! Don’t sleep in my house!”

Wu Suowei pretended not to hear.

Jiang Xiaoshuai angrily pulled back the blanket, eyes frozen. Wu Suowei’s perfect, tall,
naked figure was right before him. After so many days apart, the beauty was now
breathtaking.

Jiang Xiaoshuai threw the blanket down and left.

Wu Suowei called Chi Cheng.

“I’m staying at Xiaoshuai’s tonight. Don’t come back—stay at your parents’ house.”

Chi Cheng was silent for a long time.

Wu Suowei hung up.

Jiang Xiaoshuai and Guo Chengyu stayed up tossing and turning until late.

“Tomorrow, I’m definitely putting a lock on our fridge.” Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Guo Chengyu looked at Jiang Xiaoshuai with a mix of love and hate, “You should just
put a lock on his belly.”

“Exactly!” Jiang Xiaoshuai said angrily. “And don’t give him a key.”
“Look at you being so petty.” Guo Chengyu poked Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face with his rough
stubble, feigning anger, “It’s just eating your stuff—how serious can it be?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai dodged and said, “It’s not about the food. It’s that stingy attitude that
bugs me! And he never even says thanks—he actually tricks me!”

In fact, Jiang Xiaoshuai was still upset about Chi Cheng drugging him.

“Alright, alright…” Guo Chengyu lightly patted Jiang Xiaoshuai, “I gave Chi Cheng that
expensive vase, and you’re fussing over snacks?”

“What vase?”

Guo Chengyu said, “Chi Cheng bought a vase from me this afternoon, I just gave it to
him.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai sat up immediately, glaring at Guo Chengyu.

“How much was it?”

Guo Chengyu thought for a bit, “I can’t remember exactly, but it was auctioned a couple
years ago, about a million.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai immediately punched and kicked Guo Chengyu.

“You prodigal son! You just gave away a million-dollar vase? What if you decide to give
me away one day too?”

Wu Suowei had been dozing for over three hours, eyelids heavy, but his mind clear. He
cracked his eyes open a slit and stared at the cream-white wallpaper opposite, feeling a
sudden sadness.

Slowly sitting up, he put on his clothes and walked outside.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s room still had voices and laughter. Wu Suowei didn’t plan to say
anything, but seeing Jiang Xiaoshuai wasn’t asleep yet, he felt the need to say something.

Guo Chengyu suddenly appeared with some dried tofu packages and waved them in front
of Jiang Xiaoshuai.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes lit up. “Hey, aren’t these the tofu pieces Wu Suowei stole?”

“Got them back from him,” Guo Chengyu said.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s handsome face showed a grin he couldn’t hide, as if stealing his own
stuff back was a huge win.

Guo Chengyu scolded him, “Look at you, such low ambition.”

He knew Jiang Xiaoshuai was like that, so he lowered himself to steal the tofu pieces
from Wu Suowei’s pocket.

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “I just imagine how crazy Wu Suowei gets when he can’t find the
tofu pieces, and I feel great.”

Guo Chengyu rubbed Jiang Xiaoshuai’s belly with his head, and Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed
rolling on the bed.

Wu Suowei stood by the door for a while, then didn’t go in, instead turning to walk out.

Jiang Xiaoshuai heard the movement, quickly held Guo Chengyu down, “Stop, I think the
door just opened.”

He got up and looked; the bedroom door was slightly open.

Jiang Xiaoshuai seemed to realize something and dashed out barefoot.

Wu Suowei was just stepping out when Jiang Xiaoshuai grabbed him.

“Da Wei, where are you going?” Jiang Xiaoshuai looked worried.

Wu Suowei said calmly, “I’m going home.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai thought maybe Wu Suowei overheard something and hurried to explain,
“I was just messing with you earlier. Take whatever you want here and stay as long as
you want.”

Wu Suowei said, “Don’t read too much into it. I just can’t sleep here.”

“Did we disturb you?”

“No, I don’t sleep well in new beds.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “You don’t sleep well in new beds? You always fall asleep as soon
as you lie down. When you stayed at my clinic before, I never noticed you had this
problem.”

Wu Suowei smiled.

“I didn’t before, but now I do.”

He patted Jiang Xiaoshuai’s shoulder and turned to leave.

CHAPTER 236
Wu Suowei was driving alone on the road. The sky was dark and heavy. Even though all
the street lamps were on and many iconic buildings were shining brightly, the thick haze
dulled everything outside the window into a blurry gloom.

The car radio was reporting the night’s weather: rain was expected tonight.

Crap, his clothes were still hanging outside to dry.

Wu Suowei sped up and drove a long way before he realized he no longer lived in the old
house. Now, his home had a washer with a dryer function and a spacious, bright balcony.
He didn’t have to rush to bring in clothes every time he heard raindrops falling.

At this hour, the road was very clear. Except for the traffic lights, nothing stood in Wu
Suowei’s way.

He raised his eyelids slightly as the light turned from green to red, braking steadily.

He no longer needed pedestrian signals to distinguish the traffic light colors. Though the
red and green were still not perfectly clear, he could already tell the difference in hues.

His world was gradually emerging from the chaos into clarity.

At the intersection, he was the only one waiting for the red light.

Passing the intersection, the car turned sharply, heading toward his old home.

Late at night, one person was still awake—Chi Yuanduan.

He carefully picked up the vase placed on the bedside table and admired it. The vase had
a delicate, translucent white glaze with intricate blue winding peony patterns—a piece of
official kiln blue-and-white porcelain.

Chi Cheng had secretly placed it there while Chi Yuanduan was playing with the child, as
a way to make up for the antique vase Wu Suowei had once kicked to the ground.

Chi Yuanduan was surprised. He hadn’t expected Chi Cheng to compensate him, nor that
he would stay home overnight at this critical moment.
But Chi Yuanduan’s mood was far from relaxed. Instead, Chi Cheng’s unusual behavior
made him even more worried.

After observing for a long time, whether it was Chi Cheng clashing head-on with him or
surprisingly showing up to make peace, it clearly showed one thing: Wu Suowei’s
influence on Chi Cheng had long surpassed that of Wang Shuo in the past. This stubborn
relationship was so deep that no amount of scolding or forced isolation could break it.

Chi Yuanduan sighed deeply.

He looked over at Zhong Wenyu, who had been on a plane all day and busy all afternoon,
now sleeping soundly.

Not wanting to disturb her, Chi Yuanduan quietly got out of bed and slowly walked down
to the large living room.

Chi Cheng was sitting there, his strong arms resting on the chair’s armrests, a cigarette
dangling from his mouth. His calm, focused gaze locked onto Chi Yuanduan coming
down the stairs, showing no sign of emotion.

Chi Yuanduan sat opposite him.

Chi Cheng stood up to pour him some water but was stopped.

“Don’t bother. I’m not drinking.”

Chi Cheng sat back down.

Without any preamble, Chi Yuanduan got straight to the point.

“Have you thought about your future together? Youthful recklessness is called passion;
devoting your whole life to it is foolishness. You’re unconventional now and have fans
and hype, but when you’re forty or fifty, childless, flabby, who’ll still praise you?”

Chi Cheng replied calmly, “If I could get to do whatever I want my whole life, I’d be fine
being a fool.”

Chi Yuanduan’s eyes flashed with anger, but to keep the conversation going, he
swallowed it.

“How long do you think your passion for him will last? When he’s middle-aged, skin
sagging, shape ruined, will you still say that?”

“If I can train myself to be a veteran king, I’ll have the ability to make him a veteran
demon.”
Chi Yuanduan’s face darkened, “Are you just using me for practice in talking?”

“You think I’m joking.”

“What ability do you have to make me believe you can make this happen?”

Chi Cheng countered, “Do you dare let me prove it?”

Chi Yuanduan glared at him for a long time. Chi Cheng silently smoked, the tension
thick. If Chi Yuanduan slammed the table and left, their father-son relationship would
officially break, Zhong Wenyu would find out, and the family would fall into a long
depression.

In the end, Chi Yuanduan endured.

“I think a parent who can tolerate this much is already remarkable. I respect your
feelings, but I absolutely won’t accept it. Now I just want to ask: is there any possibility
you two will break up? If you say yes, I’ll give you enough time to fix it—one month, six
months, even a year. During this time, I won’t interfere.”

Chi Cheng said nothing.

“Is there such a possibility or not?” Chi Yuanduan pressed again.

Chi Cheng crushed the cigarette and looked deeply at Chi Yuanduan.

“Only if his parents come back to life.”

After saying this, he put on the coat draped over the chair and left.

Chi Yuanduan kept watching Chi Cheng’s figure disappear through the door.

Wu Suowei stood smoking in the doorway, looking at the big apricot tree in the yard.

It was the season when fragrant white apricots were about to ripen, the branches heavy
with fruit. The wind made cracking sounds as the branches strained. Wu Suowei
remembered when he was little, riding on his father’s shoulders to pick apricots, stuffing
the good ones into his pockets and shoving the bad ones into his father’s mouth.

It felt like just yesterday, yet twenty years had passed.

Even now, Wu Suowei felt as if his mother was still alive, secretly picking a big bag of
apricots for Chi Cheng. She would walk to the tree with small steps and eat the fallen bad
apricots.

His chest ached with pain.

Wu Suowei went into the old bedroom. Because it hadn’t been lived in for a long time,
the water and electricity were cut off. Even without the lights on, Wu Suowei could
nimbly slip on his slippers, climb onto the kang (heated brick bed), and find his spot.

“The warmest spot on the kang is for San’er to sleep, no one can fight him for it.”

The kang was still neatly covered with a pile of quilts, washed and folded for more than
ten years. Wu Suowei hugged them and could still smell that sun-dried home scent.

He really wanted to lie down and sleep until dawn, but he feared the emptiness he would
feel waking up alone.

At least now, at home, there was a little jealous “bao” and a big jealous “tong” — even if
they climbed quietly, Wu Suowei could feel the companionship of life.

Wu Suowei drove back home.

He left a wall lamp on, lay in bed, and stared intensely at his reflection in the mirror. He
wanted to memorize this moment of extreme fear and torment to constantly warn himself
never to lose Chi Cheng.

Just as Wu Suowei was about to drive himself crazy, the door suddenly opened.

Chi Cheng appeared in his sight.

Wu Suowei’s struggling willpower collapsed.

Chi Cheng didn’t come forward immediately but leaned sideways against the door frame,
his deep eyes mocking Wu Suowei from a distance.

“Feeling scared now?”

Wu Suowei used his last bit of strength to make a casual expression, turned over, and
coldly said, “Who’s scared?”

Chi Cheng strode over, took off his shoes, got onto the bed, and placed his arms on either
side of Wu Suowei’s head, his burning, focused gaze sweeping over Wu Suowei’s face.

His chiseled, rugged features and sharp yet gentle eyebrows—anyone looked at like that
would melt to mush. Wu Suowei, whose heart was already on the edge of breaking, had
long lost the will to resist.

Wu Suowei kicked hard into Chi Cheng’s bent leg, making him press his weight down on
him.

“I’m really afraid you’ll leave and never come back.” Wu Suowei squeezed out the truth.
Unable to hold back the heartbreak twisting Chi Cheng’s insides, he grabbed Wu
Suowei’s hair and wildly bit around his thin lips, like trying to devour him alive. The
painful pleasure made every pore on Chi Cheng’s body open wide. He was deeply
addicted to Wu Suowei’s dependence, this feeling of entrusting his life to someone was
the most precious happiness for any man.

Though his heart had melted to water, Chi Cheng forced a worried look at Wu Suowei.

“What am I supposed to do with you, being so demanding?”

Wu Suowei smiled faintly and said, “Do as you see fit.”

Chi Cheng pounced on Wu Suowei like a wild beast, and Wu Suowei begged for mercy.
Their naked bodies tumbled on the bed, sheets soaked with sweat that could be wrung
out.

Afterward, Wu Suowei held Chi Cheng’s manhood tightly, feeling calm again.

His energy restored, he clamored for sunflower seeds.

Chi Cheng frowned, “Why eat seeds at this hour? Wait till tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow and tomorrow, and tomorrow comes in endless amounts.”

Wu Suowei had a habit of finishing all snacks today, no matter what. How he got this
habit, ask Chi Cheng.

“You can’t eat seeds lying down, you’ll make a mess. Sit up!” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei lazily looked at Chi Cheng, “You sit and shell, I lie and eat.”

“Reckless, huh?” Chi Cheng poked Wu Suowei’s crotch with a sunflower seed shell
sharply twice.

Wu Suowei quickly covered himself with the blanket.

Chi Cheng tore open the seed bag, dumped a pile on the bedside table, glared at Wu
Suowei, but still skillfully shelled one and fed it to him.

Wu Suowei liked when Chi Cheng fed him seeds by hand; Chi Cheng liked when Wu
Suowei gently held his fingers with his mouth.

Gradually, the pile of seeds on the table got smaller.

Wu Suowei’s chewing grew slower and slower, more and more drowsy.
Chi Cheng cracked seeds with his mouth, then rolled the kernels into Wu Suowei’s
mouth with his tongue.

Wu Suowei chewed sometimes, paused sometimes, and finally stopped moving his
cheeks altogether.

He fell asleep with a single sunflower seed kernel still in his mouth.

CHAPTER 237
Early the next morning, Chi Jiali got up and went downstairs. Chi Yuanduan was still
sitting in the same chair, barely having changed his posture.

“You’re up so early?” Chi Jiali asked.

Chi Yuanduan’s complex gaze fixed on the lawn outside the window. He said softly, “I
didn’t sleep at all.”

“Didn’t sleep?” Chi Jiali’s brows furrowed lightly. “Why not?”

Chi Yuanduan remained silent.

Chi Jiali glanced upstairs and tentatively asked, “What about Chi Cheng?”

“He went back.”

“Huh? Wasn’t he staying at home last night? When did he leave?”

Chi Yuanduan took a small sip of tea, then carefully placed the cup back on the table.

“Last night.”

After saying that, he leaned back in the chair and let out a long sigh.

Seeing this, Chi Jiali roughly guessed the reason behind Chi Yuanduan’s mood. She felt
both anger and pain but couldn’t face it head-on.

She could only gently persuade, “You should go upstairs and rest for a while.”

Chi Yuanduan shook his head, “No. I have to go to work soon.”

“Then I’ll make some breakfast. You can eat before you go.”
Chi Jiali turned to enter the kitchen but was stopped by Chi Yuanduan’s voice.

“Don’t go yet. I need to talk to you.”

Although Chi Jiali already knew what he wanted to say, she obediently sat down in the
spot Chi Cheng had occupied, crossed her legs, and gave him a lazy, tired look.

“Go ahead.”

Chi Yuanduan’s face grew serious. “I don’t know how much you understand about your
brother’s situation right now.”

Chi Jiali shrugged.

“Nothing at all.”

Finally finding someone to vent to, Chi Yuanduan unleashed all his frustrations, mixing
in deep worry and pain, hoping for some understanding and comfort from his daughter.

But Chi Jiali listened with a calm, detached expression.

“What use is it telling me all this? Our life views and values are completely different. To
me, Chi Cheng’s behavior is not wrong at all; the problem lies in your mindset. Choosing
whether or not to have a partner, and what kind of partner to choose, is a personal right.
Forcing interference is disrespecting human rights. The key is not breaking them up but
changing your perspective.”

Chi Yuanduan’s face darkened. “What good is changing my perspective? Can the views
of ordinary Chinese people be changed? Your reasoning is just a paradox—completely
unrealistic under the current social climate.”

“How is it unrealistic? Society is becoming more open. The whole world advocates
respecting the legitimate rights of same-sex couples. Even presidents travel abroad with
their same-sex spouses. What harm is there if your son has a boyfriend?”

Chi Yuanduan grew angrier, his tone sharper.

“What harm? His relationship tramples on my dignity and reputation. I suffer strange
looks everywhere and can’t hold my head high. I raised him, and now I get blamed?! You
only think from his perspective—what about mine?”

“It’s not your son who’s hurting you, but those around you. Your son has no intention to
harm you; it’s the onlookers causing pain. Those people have nothing better to do—why
should anyone’s relationship bother them? If you can’t hold your head up, that’s your
own doing. Be upright; who would slap you in the face just because your son’s with a
man?”
“They don’t slap me to my face but behind my back!” Chi Yuanduan slammed the table
hard. “You’ve been abroad for two years—how did you get so selfish and cold? Our
whole family—now your brother has this problem and this is how you act as his sister?”

Chi Jiali’s temper flared. “How am I selfish? I’m trying to help you accept it! You raised
me all these years—don’t you know my temperament? Do I have to sweet-talk you with
nonsense and cry with you for you to be happy?”

They say daughters are their father’s lovers in a past life; Chi Yuanduan had no idea what
he’d done in that life.

Seeing Chi Yuanduan’s furrowed brow and graying hairline, Chi Jiali softened her tone.

“Dad, to be honest, I met many like him while abroad. They live just fine. Even people
with ‘normal’ orientations have lifelong singletons. They are free-spirited and live
openly. What’s so good about marriage? Especially here in China, marriage is a pain!
Visiting relatives at holidays, dealing with mother-in-law and mother, so much family
drama!”

“What’s good about marriage?” Chi Yuanduan picked the most practical reason.
“Marriage is about ensuring descendants.”

“You don’t have to marry to have descendants!”

Chi Yuanduan slammed the table twice. “How could their ‘perverse’ relationship produce
descendants? How could he give me grandchildren?”

“Wait... Dad, you want grandchildren?” Chi Jiali looked baffled.

Chi Yuanduan was even more confused. “Why can’t I want grandchildren?”

Chi Jiali sneered, “With Chi Cheng’s character, what good son could he produce? Isn’t
Chi Cheng enough trouble? You want another one?”

“Even if there is a child, I won’t let him raise it—I’ll educate it myself!”

Chi Jiali immediately fired back, “Chi Cheng is exactly what you educated him to be!”

Chi Yuanduan’s face twisted with anger. He sat gasping for breath for a while, then his
eyes darkened and he waved her off.

“Don’t say any more. I’ve figured it out—I’ve raised two ungrateful children.”

Chi Jiali sighed helplessly.

“Dad, if you ask me, you’re bringing this on yourself. You’re almost sixty and should
retire soon and enjoy life. Your son is almost thirty and perfectly capable of living on his
own. Why do you still meddle? Do you know why there are so many ‘parasite adults’ in
China? It’s because parents like you meddle!”

“If you stop meddling, they can earn money on their own!”

“To be blunt, how many years do you have left? How much more time will you waste on
him? I’m tired just thinking about it!”

“Enough, don’t say any more!” Chi Yuanduan interrupted. “I’m just doomed to suffer!
I’ve worked hard all my life just to raise children who see me as the enemy—just to slap
myself before I die!”

Chi Jiali rubbed her temples, frustrated. “Dad, can you please stop? I came back just to
see you and now you look like this.”

“You can leave.” Chi Yuanduan said, “Leave now—I won’t blame you.”

Chi Jiali ground her teeth in anger. “Did you really just say that?”

“Stay here and keep me company,” Chi Yuanduan said again. “You advocate personal
freedom, right? You like enjoying life, right? You enjoy life; I’ll raise the kids!”

“Raising kids is part of my enjoyment,” Chi Jiali said.

Chi Yuanduan quickly fired back, “Raising kids is part of my enjoyment too. I’m willing
to sacrifice my remaining years to raise my son—I enjoy it.”

“You’re just playing dumb!” Chi Jiali snapped. “Raising a son like Chi Cheng is no
accident—you brought it on yourself!”

“Yes, I did, I did...” Chi Yuanduan muttered as he walked toward the stairs. Usually
straight-backed, today he was slightly stooped, struggling with each step. At the stairwell,
he leaned against the wall to rest before continuing upstairs.

“Can’t stand it!” Chi Jiali angrily caught up to him and, surrendering a little, said, “Okay,
just tell me—what exactly do you want me to do?”

Chi Yuanduan suddenly perked up; his back was no longer sore, his legs no longer hurt.
He could climb five flights in one go.

“Anyway, I’ve given up on Chi Cheng. If you want your parents to live a few more years,
handle it yourself.”

Chi Jiali immediately guessed he wanted her to deal with the other guy.
She grabbed Chi Yuanduan’s arm. “What’s that man’s name?”

“Wu Suowei.”

“What does the name matter?” Chi Jiali was annoyed. “How am I supposed to find him?”

Chi Yuanduan enunciated each word, “His name is Wu Suowei.”

Chi Jiali twitched at the name. Just hearing it, she knew he wasn’t a nice guy.

Just as she was about to leave, Chi Yuanduan called out,

“Wait a moment.”

Two minutes later, he returned holding a thick dossier.

“This is his personal file. You’d better study it well before making your move.”

Chi Jiali opened it and was stunned: over seven hundred pages!

The first hundred pages detailed Wu Suowei’s life experiences, many things even Wu
Suowei himself had forgotten were vividly recorded. The middle four hundred pages
analyzed his personality, habits, and character traits. The last two hundred pages were
Chi Yuanduan’s personal summaries and advice, handwritten and marked in red ink in
places.

That old man was really bored... Chi Jiali thought, a vein throbbing on her forehead. At
first, she thought Chi Yuanduan’s claim of ‘enjoying raising his son’ was just talk, but
now she realized he really took pleasure in it.

CHAPTER 238
After lunch, Chi Jiali opened that thick “personal dossier.”

Because the earlier parts were too tedious, Chi Jiali didn’t have the patience to read
through the life experiences and personality analyses. She skipped straight to Chi
Yuanduan’s summary and personal advice.

The first point read: This person (Wu Suowei) comes from an ordinary family with
modest means since childhood. Though he climbed to his current position with Chi
Cheng’s help, he harbors a deep-rooted sense of inferiority. The best way to break
through his psychological defenses is to demonstrate excellent manners and a noble
demeanor, making him aware of the social status gap between them.
Chi Jiali summed this advice up with two words: “pretentious pose.”

Just as she was thinking this, the chair behind her wobbled violently, and she almost
toppled backwards. No doubt, those two little troublemakers were up to mischief again.

Chi Jiali felt a flare of anger. Nobility? What nobility! She used to care about that back
when she was unmarried and poor. Ever since having two kids, dealing with poop and
pee daily, and battling slobber, she’d long since become a rough-and-tumble type.

“Mom, play with us!”

“Mom, let’s play hide and seek!”

Chi Jiali impatiently said, “Go away, don’t bother me! Isn’t your grandpa at home today?
Go play with him!”

Dou Dou and Quan Quan pouted but had no choice but to shuffle off toward Chi
Yuanduan’s room.

In the afternoon, Wu Suowei was inspecting a new batch of goods in the company
warehouse when his secretary called, saying Miss Chi wanted to see him. The moment
Wu heard “Miss Chi,” his heart tightened, and without hesitation, he handed the
inspection sheet to an employee and hurried off to the VIP reception room.

However, when Wu arrived, he saw only two young men in suits—no sign of Chi Jiali
herself.

“Mr. Wu, hello. Miss Chi invites you to dinner tonight. Are you available?”

Wu immediately replied, “I’m free, I’m free.”

“Good. Here’s something Miss Chi asked me to give you.”

Wu expected an invitation card but was instead handed a flashlight. What was this about?
Were they afraid he’d get lost after dark and needed a flashlight for the way?

Seeing Wu’s puzzled expression, one of the men explained, “Please turn on the flashlight,
Mr. Wu.”

Wu pressed the switch, still confused.

Soon, the flashlight beam shone onto a display screen, projecting the date, time, and
location of the date, which shocked Wu.

“This is seriously creative.”

Compared to Wu’s amazement, the two messengers looked indifferent.

“Miss Chi simply borrowed the design concept from Paris Fashion Week invitations.”

The implication was clear: “You’re really clueless!”

After the men left, Wu held the flashlight, staring at the two lines of text on the screen.
The location was a Beijing hutong courtyard—a former Qing dynasty prince’s mansion,
now a top-level club frequented by celebrities and politicians.

Such a “cordial invitation” gave Wu the strong impression of a trap.

Just as he was lost in thought, the reception room door swung open, and Jiang Xiaoshuai
leisurely strolled in. He tossed a bag of food onto the desk and announced loudly, “Here,
fresh big mangoes from Taiwan, just arrived. Try some.”

Wu pushed the bag aside and grabbed Jiang’s arm. “I think I’m in trouble.”

Jiang’s face shifted slightly. “What kind of trouble?”

“Chi Cheng’s sister wants to invite me to dinner.”

Jiang looked puzzled. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“A trap!” Wu said.

Jiang glanced at the screen, then shook the flashlight, finally understanding Wu’s
meaning.

“This is clearly set up to humiliate you!” Jiang said.

Wu looked worried.

Jiang patted his arm. “Don’t worry, just prepare well.”

“How do I prepare?” Wu was at a loss.

Jiang thought for a moment. “Dining battles come down to table manners, right?”

“How do you think my table manners are normally?” Wu asked.

“Nonexistent,” Jiang said bluntly.

Wu didn’t get it. “You don’t have any impression at all?”

Jiang made a face. “I mean, you have no table manners!”

“...”

“Here’s what you do.” Jiang gave some advice. “Look up online what foods are the most
awkward or messy to eat.”

Wu searched and found plenty: foods with sauces, juices, shells, greasy, choking hazards,
causing hiccups…

One of the foods was mango.

Jiang handed Wu the big mango. “Try eating this. I want to see your table manners.”

Wu took the mango, which weighed over two pounds, feeling the pressure as if it was a
challenge rather than just food. He carefully peeled the skin slowly, trying not to get his
hands dirty. He peeled half first, then tried to scoop out the flesh with a knife.

But it didn’t come out cleanly; the mango became mushy and messy.

“Oh my god, stop! I’m getting grossed out watching this,” Jiang said.

Wu got anxious. “Then I’ll just bite it.”

Taking a big bite, half his face was buried in the mango, slurping and smacking,
occasionally murmuring, “This mango’s flesh is thick and tasty. Gotta eat a few more
bites.”

After nearly half the mango, he looked at Jiang.

“How do I look?”

Jiang wiped sweat from his brow. “You look downright ferocious.”

Wu pouted. “I’m already trying really hard!”

“What use is trying? Mangoes aren’t eaten that way!” Jiang grabbed another mango,
sliced off a big piece, then scored it with numerous cuts, bending it backward so the flesh
popped out in cubes.

“Eat it like this.”

“Oh, that’s how!” Wu found a reason to excuse his rough eating. “I’ve never eaten such a
big mango before. The ones I had before only had skin after one cut; you couldn’t get to
the flesh.”

“Enough talk!” Jiang gave him a stern look. “Hurry up and eat. I want to see what you
can do!”
This time Wu was very careful, eating small bites left to right, finishing each bite before
starting the next, chewing slowly.

After finishing, he looked at Jiang. “How about now?”

“Look in the mirror yourself!” Jiang said.

Wu stood and went to the mirror, shocked by what he saw. Because the mango had
stayed around his mouth too long, bits of yellow, mushy fruit stuck to his lips and chin. If
someone didn’t know better, they might think he’d just eaten something disgusting.

Jiang was worried. “How could you ruin a perfectly good mango like this? What if Chi
Cheng’s sister orders only these messy foods? You’d scare the waiters into a mental
breakdown.”

Wu sat on the sofa, looking serious.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go,” Jiang suggested.

Wu’s eyes flashed. “I’m not only going—I’m going to eat well!”

Jiang admired Wu’s gutsy spirit and felt his old fighting spirit rekindled. Sitting beside
him, Jiang cheered him on.

“As master and apprentice, there’s no one we can’t handle!”

So Jiang strategized while Wu connected the dots. They quickly came up with a detailed
plan, and after reading it, Wu felt more confident.

“Just remember these few points, and you’ll be fine,” Jiang said.

Wu still wasn’t satisfied. “That only gets me a draw with her. How can I defeat her?”

Both fell into deep thought again.

After a while, Jiang suddenly brightened, his chatter powers kicking in.

“I’ll tell you something—but don’t tell anyone, not even Chi Cheng!”

Wu nodded. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him.”

Jiang mysteriously beckoned Wu over. Wu leaned in.

“Chi Cheng’s sister once had a crush on Wang Zhen.”

The news exploded inside Wu like a fire.

“Who told you that?”

Jiang chuckled. “Who else? Guo Chengyu!”

“Then why doesn’t Chi Cheng know?”

Jiang looked smug. “Because there’s no Guo Zijing!”

“Tch...” Wu snorted. “Is that reliable?”

“Of course it’s reliable! Would I lie? Back then, Chi Cheng was with Wang Shuo. When
their parents found out, Chi Cheng’s sister went to Wang Shuo’s house to negotiate. She
had a whole list of harsh words ready, but when Wang Zhen opened the door, Chi Jiali
stared at him for ten whole minutes without saying a word and then left.”

Wu’s eyes sparkled. “My idol really is charming!”

Jiang’s expression turned mischievous.

“Well, aren’t you going to use your idol’s charm to your advantage?”

Wu fiddled with his phone, palms itching.

“To be honest, I haven’t contacted him in a long time. Do you think he’d even help me?”

He spoke humbly, but his face said, I have to get his help, and he gave Jiang a look full of
hopeful encouragement, waiting for Jiang to confirm Wang Zhen cared about him.

Jiang saw right through Wu and spoke with some resentment:

“Don’t let Chi Cheng see you like this. Even if you win over Chi Jiali, you’ll still lose
your dignity.”

CHAPTER 239
Chi Jiali set the dinner invitation for Wu Suowei at 7 p.m., but she left ten minutes late.

In fact, she was extremely reluctant to do this. Used to a fast-paced lifestyle, she detested
being late. But there was no choice—if she wanted to “play the big shot” and assert her
status, she had to slow down the pace.

At 7:10, Chi Jiali’s car arrived at the club entrance.

Her high heels landed steadily, a black beaded strapless gown accentuating her socialite
aura. Two bodyguards flanked her—one ahead, one behind—with an assistant on each
side. Upon stepping out, the four attendants instantly formed a square formation,
encircling Chi Jiali like a queen, radiating an undeniable aura of authority.

However, when Chi Jiali entered the custom-designed private room, she found it
completely empty.

“What’s going on?”

Puzzled, Chi Jiali was approached by a well-dressed waiter who apologized profusely:
“Sorry, Miss Chi, Mr. Wu just called to say he got delayed on the way. He’ll be here as
soon as possible. Please understand.”

“No problem,” Chi Jiali said lightly. “Let’s start ordering.”

In the end, Wu Suowei arrived twenty minutes later than Chi Jiali.

His motorcade pulled up just as she was admiring the courtyard view. Hearing the
commotion, she glanced toward the entrance and couldn’t help but stare.

Five cars parked side by side at the gate. Around a dozen bodyguards dressed uniformly
disembarked from the lead car and three behind it, exuding overwhelming presence.
Supported by his assistant, Wu Suowei stepped out of the second car. The bodyguards
immediately formed two lines, escorting him inside like stars orbiting a moon.

Only after an assistant’s prompt did Chi Jiali realize this was Wu Suowei—and silently
cursed under her breath. “Isn’t this just blatant provocation?!”

Soon, Wu Suowei stood before Chi Jiali.

Though his swagger annoyed her, his looks and aura far exceeded her expectations. A
bespoke tailored suit, impeccable hairstyle, thick brows and big eyes, handsome and
vigorous. Nothing like the flashy, ostentatious “phoenix man” she had imagined.

Chi Jiali’s own meticulous appearance stunned Wu Suowei, who mentally roared, Could
you be any more beautiful? Any sexier? Calm down, calm down, remember why you’re
here!

After a brief moment of eye contact, Chi Jiali spoke first.

“Hello.”

The word was drawn out lazily, with no intentional coldness, but faint disdain lingered
beneath.
Wu Suowei responded slower still.

“Hel-lo.”

His voice was calm, composed, almost like an elder from Chi Yuanduan’s generation.

Chi Jiali fought the urge to slap him.

Wu Suowei politely extended a hand. “Jiali, you first.”

Chi Jiali graciously led the way into the private room, sitting in the main seat with two
assistants standing by.

Wu Suowei took the seat opposite, four people standing behind him, each with a distinct
role.

“Let’s start serving,” Chi Jiali said coolly.

Dishes quickly arrived one by one. Wu Suowei kept a polite smile on his face but cursed
endlessly inside.

Master Jiang was truly a sage!

Saucy, juicy, shell-covered, oily, choking hazards, hiccup-inducing… not a single one
was missing from the table.

Chi Jiali came from a noble family and had been trained in table manners since
childhood. Though she’d become somewhat uninhibited over the years, a bit of effort still
restored her lady-like grace. After sitting, she arranged the cutlery, plates, and bowls
methodically and silently—immaculate politeness.

Afterwards, she casually glanced at Wu Suowei.

Wu sat firmly, while the four attendants behind him tended to him one by one—setting
cutlery, folding napkins, wiping again, explaining dishes.

The pretentiousness was staggering.

“Pretentious pose” had once been something Chi Jiali detested, but facing someone even
more adept at it, she found it oddly amusing. Wu’s choking and embarrassing moments
gave her no satisfaction, but if he proceeded cautiously, exposing him would bring
immense fulfillment.

So, her first chopsticks went for the salmon sashimi.

Anyone who’s eaten wasabi knows the sharp nasal sting, but Chi Jiali showed no
exaggerated reactions. She dipped the salmon lightly, elegantly brought it to her mouth,
and reduced her breathing while chewing. No slurping, no heavy breathing, no tongue
flicking, not even a slight frown.

Wu Suowei normally drooled and sniffled uncontrollably eating wasabi; as he put it, he
enjoyed the pitifulness.

Chi Jiali finished and said to Wu, “This salmon is good.”

Meaning, you try one.

Wu smiled, “I’ll have a taste.”

But he didn’t rush. A quality inspector checked the food first. After confirming it was
fresh and safe, a skilled chef carefully added wasabi to the salmon, then placed a small
piece on the taster’s plate. After tasting, a commentator offered advice.

“Mr. Wu, this dish is too spicy for you.”

Wu gave Chi Jiali an apologetic look. “Guess I don’t have the palate for this.”

Chi Jiali snorted inwardly: Keep acting delicate—I want to see how long you can last!

She then picked up a soup dumpling—pure white, translucent, paper-thin skin. She gently
bit a tiny hole on top, waited for the broth to cool, then slowly sipped out the soup. After
finishing the broth, she savored the skin and filling.

In the elegant, antique atmosphere, watching a beauty enjoy food so delicately made life
seem refined and leisurely.

Chi Jiali was certain Wu Suowei couldn’t handle soup dumplings. Even if he imitated
her, he would definitely falter.

Her prediction was accurate. Wu had a leaky mouth: juicy foods dripped out, dry foods
stuck to the sides. With attendants wiping for him, it only got worse over time.

But he had four bodyguards.

After inspection, the chef pierced the dumpling with a straw. Wu drank from the straw,
which was much neater than using his mouth. After just two sips, he smiled at Chi Jiali
with satisfaction.

“Tastes pretty good.”

No chance for Chi Jiali to mock him.

Chi Jiali believed that even the best plans have flaws—if she kept going, she’d find his
weakness.

Next was a difficult challenge: a whole hairy crab with shell intact.

She held the golden “eight-piece crab tool” set, something Wu Suowei had never seen
before. Elegantly, she picked up a bright red crab, lightly tapped it with the hammer, then
used the spoon and picks in sequence. By the end, the shell was intact, but the crab was
completely eaten. She ended with a gentle finger lick that mesmerized everyone.

If not for her strong will, Wu Suowei would have knelt at her feet, worshipping with a
servile grin: Goddess! Teach me! I’ve never gotten a single perfect piece of crab meat.

Soon, the chef behind Wu stepped forward again.

Less graceful than Chi Jiali but far more skillful, the chef used only a fork and knife to
extract every last bit of crab meat in five minutes, placing it on Wu’s plate.

Even more astounding—the crab shell was pieced back together perfectly.

When the waiter came to clear plates, she first took Chi Jiali’s crab shell. Looking at
Wu’s plate, she walked right past it.

“Wait!” Wu called out, “You haven’t taken my plate yet.”

The waiter looked embarrassed. “Sorry, I thought you hadn’t finished.”

Her words were a fair judgment on the crab-eating contest.

Chi Jiali looked a little embarrassed and asked softly, “Can’t you eat yourself?”

“Of course,” Wu said confidently.

Chi Jiali dropped a bomb: “Then send them all out. We need some privacy.”

Wu concealed his nervousness well and replied calmly, “That’s fine.”

After the assistants and Wu’s four attendants left, Chi Jiali smiled faintly. Though it was
clear she wanted to watch the drama, Wu still liked it.

“Eat,” she said.

Wu awkwardly picked up his chopsticks.

Chi Jiali could tell from his grip that he was close to slipping up.
Just then, Wu’s phone rang.

“Sorry, I need to take this.”

Chi Jiali snorted coldly—trying to back out?

But Wu didn’t leave the room; he stood by the window, smiling as he said into the phone,
“Wang Zhen?”

Hearing the name, Chi Jiali’s hand holding chopsticks trembled.

Damn! How do they know each other? Could it be a coincidence?

Suddenly, Wu’s phone was inexplicably on speaker, and Wang Zhen’s deep, resonant
voice came through clearly.

“It’s me.”

Chi Jiali’s heart raced. Though she tried to control herself, she barely succeeded.

Wu quickly turned off the speaker and apologized to Chi Jiali.

Wang Zhen teased, “Who are you apologizing to?”

Wu said, “Jiali.”

After a pause, Wu feigned surprise: “You two know each other?”

He glanced at Chi Jiali.

Chi Jiali resumed eating, though her pace was disrupted.

Wu asked, “Do you miss her?”

Chi Jiali almost knocked over her bowl but caught it just in time.

Then Wu walked over.

“Jiali, Wang Zhen wants to talk to you.”

Excited, Chi Jiali accidentally kicked the table leg, causing it to shake.

Normally no problem, but Wu knocked over a bowl of soup, spilling it on his sleeve. His
phone fell and hung up.

“Uh…” Wu looked at Chi Jiali in surprise.

Chi Jiali looked embarrassed.

Wu, ever the leader, said, “It’s fine. Don’t worry. I’ll just change clothes and head back.”

Chi Jiali’s expression shifted; she said nothing and left with her bag.

As soon as she stepped outside, Wu went wild at the table.

Wasabi salmon, spicy enough to howl; soup dumplings one after another; crab legs
snapped and devoured... Damn, this was exhilarating!

Back in the car, Chi Jiali dropped the lady act, cursing all the way home.

Once home, she angrily pulled out the “handbook” given by Chi Yuanduan.

Flipping through the summary and advice again, she read a passage that made her blood
boil:

“The initial assessment that Wu Suowei was insecure was wrong and rash. After
observation, it was found that this person is neither lowly nor arrogant; he grows stronger
when challenged and even has a tendency to insult in return. Therefore, the best way to
deal with him is revised to: do not stoop to his level!”

CHAPTER 240
Chi Jiali slammed the “handbook” heavily onto the table, then stormed angrily upstairs.

Chi Yuanduan was standing quietly by the bedroom window on the second floor, gazing
out.

Chi Cheng squatted on the floor, holding a bag filled with snacks. Dou Dou hopped
excitedly beside him. Chi Cheng let Dou Dou pick whatever he liked, occasionally
chatting with him, his face soft with a gentle smile.

Chi Yuanduan mumbled, “At least you still remember to care about your nephew,”

but inside, he felt a surge of joy. Seeing Chi Cheng so caring toward the child made him
happier than if Chi Cheng had treated him well. He seemed to glimpse a future where Chi
Cheng married, had kids, and their family lived happily together.

Before he could indulge too much, a sharp, irritated voice came from behind.

“Dad, what kind of nonsense did you write here? It’s completely unreliable!”
Chi Yuanduan turned his head to see Chi Jiali’s angry face.

“What’s unreliable about it?”

Chi Jiali flipped through the materials, found the original section she first read, then
compared it with the corrected part later on, exasperated: “One part says one thing, the
other says something else. Which am I supposed to follow?”

“Obviously the later one,” Chi Yuanduan replied.

Chi Jiali lost her temper, “But I followed the first one!”

Chi Yuanduan showed no sympathy and lectured bluntly: “That’s because you didn’t
read carefully. If you’d read everything I gave you thoroughly, you wouldn’t have made
this mistake.”

Chi Jiali was even more annoyed: “If the first part was wrong, why didn’t you just cross
it out or tear it up? You’re deliberately misleading me! What kind of thing is this? A
whole night wasted!”

“It’s left there to better show the process of changing understanding, to provide
experience for future communication.”

As the father and daughter argued heatedly, giggling voices suddenly came from
downstairs.

“Grandpa, I’ve hidden already.”

Before Chi Jiali came up, Chi Yuanduan had been playing hide-and-seek with the two
kids. Then he spotted Chi Cheng and froze for a moment. Now remembering, he called
downstairs quickly:

“Grandpa’s coming to find you.”

After a quick perfunctory comment to Chi Jiali, he hurried downstairs to find his
grandson.

Actually, Chi Yuanduan had already seen Quanquan, but to make his grandson happier,
he pretended not to notice by repeatedly passing Quanquan’s hiding spot, listening to the
little boy’s muffled giggles.

Eventually, Quanquan couldn’t hold it and coughed loudly.

Chi Yuanduan feigned surprise, looked behind the bookshelf, made eye contact with
Quanquan, and burst out laughing, crouching down to scoop the boy into his arms.
Quanquan complained in English, “Grandpa, you’re so dumb, only found me now.”

Chi Yuanduan kissed him repeatedly on the cheek.

Chi Jiali rolled her eyes next to them.

After finding Quanquan, Chi Yuanduan went to find Dou Dou.

Dou Dou was harder to find. If he hid in a dark corner and kept his mouth shut, he could
only be found by bumping into or stepping on him.

To make the little black rascal happy, Chi Yuanduan didn’t find him right away but took
many wrong turns. He deliberately searched bright corners first, sighing disappointedly
and anxiously to boost his grandson’s sense of accomplishment.

After wasting some time, Chi Yuanduan started seriously searching.

He scoured every dark corner but found no sign of Dou Dou, which stumped him. It was
night, and if Dou Dou took off his clothes, he was practically invisible. If Dou Dou
stayed still, Chi Yuanduan could feel around carefully. But if Dou Dou deliberately ran
away, Chi Yuanduan could forget about finding him.

Eventually, Chi Yuanduan really couldn’t find Dou Dou.

He turned on every light in the house, illuminating everywhere. He kept searching in

well-lit places, sighing in genuine disappointment and worry.

Time ticked by, and Chi Yuanduan grew anxious. Knowing Dou Dou’s restless nature, he
should have given up hiding and jumped out by now.

So he began loudly calling his grandson’s name.

Quanquan pounded Chi Yuanduan’s face with his little fists, complaining, “Grandpa, you
can’t shout! If you shout, that’s cheating! You have to find him by your own skill!”

Chi Yuanduan patted Quanquan’s back worriedly to comfort him. “Okay, Quanquan, tell
Grandpa, where does your brother like to hide the most?”

“I can’t say,” Quanquan firmly held to his principles.

Chi Yuanduan’s face fell. “Don’t be like that! If you don’t say, your brother will get lost
for real.”

Quanquan’s big eyes rolled around, then finally pointed with his small hand, “Over there,
by the wall. Dou Dou likes to stay there the most.”
Fearing Dou Dou would flee after hearing the noise, Chi Yuanduan dashed toward that
spot without thinking. But he didn’t find him and instead stepped in dog poop.

Quanquan said, “That’s my poop from lunch, it’s a punishment for you breaking the
rules.”

“…”

After a while, Chi Jiali and Zhong Wenyu also came out, and the guards and
housekeepers all ran out to help search. The entire villa inside and out was turned upside
down, even the nearby trees were checked, but Dou Dou was nowhere to be found.

Chi Jiali was furious. “You guys can’t even keep track of the kids playing hide-and-seek.
I’m really done with you!”

Zhong Wenyu also complained, “How can you watch the kids so badly? No matter how
dark he is, you can’t just not find him!”

Chi Yuanduan listened grimly to the scolding without a word.

Chi Jiali suddenly recalled what Chi Cheng said when she came back last time.

“You better watch out. Don’t let that kid run off in the dark, or he’ll definitely get lost!”

She immediately asked Chi Yuanduan, “Did Chi Cheng take him away?”

The reminder made Chi Yuanduan remember Chi Cheng bringing snacks to Dou Dou.

His face instantly changed, and he strode to the guard room to interrogate.

“How long did Chi Cheng stay at the gate?”

The guard said, “Not long, he left soon after.”

“Did he take Dou Dou with him?”

“No!” another guard said, “He walked off alone.”

Zhong Wenyu quickly asked, “Didn’t take him, or you just didn’t see?”

The guard was momentarily speechless—this wouldn’t happen with anyone else, but Dou
Dou was completely black!

Chi Jiali asked, “Then what was Chi Cheng doing here?”

The guard hesitated, “He… he was squatting there, mumbling to the snacks!”
Mumbling… mumbling… Chi Yuanduan immediately lost it.

He shouted angrily, “I was on the second floor and saw Dou Dou clearly! How could you
not see him?”

Hearing this, Chi Jiali and Zhong Wenyu relaxed but still fumed.

The guard defended, “But the little master didn’t struggle or call out! If he had, I
would’ve noticed and stopped him right away.”

“Could he call out?” Chi Yuanduan’s eyes reddened. “With so many snacks, would he
call out?”

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. For half a day he’d been upstairs
daydreaming, but that bastard wasn’t interested in the kid—he was there to lure him away
with snacks!

Zhong Wenyu couldn’t help but ask, “How long ago did he leave? Can you still catch
up?”

Chi Jiali interrupted, “Catch up? He’s probably already home!”

She shot a resentful glare at Chi Yuanduan. “This is all your fault! Pretending you can’t
find him! Now you can’t catch up! What a waste of time!”

Chi Yuanduan didn’t know where to put his old face and left sullenly.

“I’m going to pick up my grandson.”

Zhong Wenyu stopped him, “Don’t go. If you go, our son won’t let him go, might even
hide our grandson somewhere else. I’ll go. I know his temper.”

“Fine, you two stay home! I don’t trust either of you. I’ll go myself!”

Chi Jiali got in the car quickly and drove off in a hurry.

Not long after, Chi Cheng arrived home carrying a large backpack.

“Uh… what were you doing?” Wu Suowei asked in surprise.

Chi Cheng put the backpack on the sofa, smiling at Wu Suowei, “I brought you
something fun.”

“What fun?” Wu asked curiously.

Chi Cheng nodded toward the backpack.

Wu Suowei unzipped it and saw a head covered in small curly hair, causing him to step
back in shock.

“What is that? Don’t scare me!”

Chi Cheng motioned for him to unzip more.

Wu Suowei collected himself and slowly approached, holding his breath, then unzipped
the bag all the way, revealing the little guy inside, freezing him in place.

Compared to his shock, Dou Dou was calm. Chi Cheng packed him with snacks and he
didn’t complain. Ignoring both Wu and Chi Cheng, he stuffed little black cookies into his
mouth, occasionally showing his tiny white baby teeth while chewing.

Wu Suowei was stunned. So black! So cute!

He scooped Dou Dou up, pinched and poked him all over, but no matter what, it couldn’t
express how much he adored him.

Because Wu’s rough handling interrupted Dou Dou’s eating, Dou Dou’s big eyes flashed
sharply.

“Don't—touch—me!”

Luckily, Wu Suowei knew enough English to catch that. He shamelessly laughed, then
pinched Dou Dou’s black face and forced out a sentence:

“I—love—you—very—much, what—can—I—do?”

Dou Dou replied, “Konck—it—off!”

Wu Suowei didn’t understand and asked Chi Cheng, “What’s that mean?”

Chi Cheng said, “He means stop that.”

Wu Suowei laughed so hard he couldn’t close his mouth.

 CHAPTER 241
Wu Suowei kept trying to get closer to Dou Dou, but Dou Dou remained indifferent.
Holding a chocolate-flavored lollipop, he daintily licked the wrapper in his mouth. If you
didn’t know better, you’d think he was sucking on the plastic stick beneath.

Wu Suowei wanted to ask if he could have a lick, but thought for a long time without
figuring out how to say it.

He called out to Chi Cheng, who replied from the bathroom.

Wu Suowei pushed open the bathroom door and poked his head in.

“How do you say ‘Can I lick it?’ in English?”

Chi Cheng was washing his hands but sneered at the question.

“Why bother saying it in English? I’d lick it for you in Chinese too.” He wiggled the
giant lollipop in his hand.

Wu Suowei cursed softly and slammed the door shut.

Walking over to Dou Dou, he directly reached out his hand.

“I-want-to-eat.”

Dou Dou pulled out the lollipop, his deep black eyes staring straight at Wu Suowei.

“You-are-cnayy! (You’re crazy!)”

Wu Suowei was speechless.

Ten minutes later, Wu Suowei came out of the kitchen holding a small basin filled with
sugar syrup. He deliberately walked past Dou Dou, tapping the basin to make it jingle.

Dou Dou completely ignored him, legs crossed, focused intently on his lollipop.

Wu Suowei began to blow sugar figures. Back in the day, this skill had helped him win
over Master Chi.

But since he hadn’t practiced in a long time, his skill had declined. He meant to blow a
little rabbit but ended up with a vivid giant rat instead.

Dou Dou’s big shiny black eyes sneaked a glance, but when Wu Suowei looked at him,
he quickly turned his head away.
Wu Suowei stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the sugar figure from top to bottom,
putting on an exaggeratedly blissful expression and making slurping noises to tempt Dou
Dou to come over.

This ended up attracting Master Chi.

Wu Suowei struggled for a while before shaking off the clingy Chi Cheng.

His sugar figure was completely deformed. He tried to blow a cat next but ended up with
Donald Duck instead.

Now Dou Dou couldn’t sit still. He was a regular at Disneyland.

He took small steps, inching closer to Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei toyed with the duck in his hand, noticing a black shadow approaching from
the corner of his eye.

Finally, Dou Dou reached Wu Suowei and examined the sugar figure curiously.

“What’s this?”

Wu Suowei pronounced slowly, “Sug-ar-fig-ure.”

Dou Dou repeated seriously, “Phlegm…utensil.”

Wu Suowei facepalmed. What went wrong?

He wanted to explain the meaning of sugar figures in detail to get closer to Dou Dou, but
forgot the words. Helpless, he went back to the bedroom and, at the cost of letting Chi
Cheng kick him out, invited him back.

When Chi Cheng returned, he fluently explained this folk art to Dou Dou, instantly
putting Wu Suowei in his place. In Wu’s mind, Chi Cheng was a good-for-nothing who
relied on connections and couldn’t do anything. Who would have thought he was so
smooth at flirting and spoke such fluent English?

Sure enough, after Chi Cheng’s explanation, Dou Dou’s little black hand immediately
rested on Wu Suowei’s hand, softly rubbing it while babbling something Wu Suowei
didn’t understand.

Chi Cheng acted as their translator.

“He said he also wants you to blow him a sugar figure.”

Wu Suowei nodded, then asked Chi Cheng to ask Dou Dou what he wanted.
Dou Dou said, “Bee.”

Chi Cheng was about to speak when Wu Suowei stopped him.

“No need, I understood that, hehe…”

Bean… bean… Wu Suowei muttered to himself. Kids were easy to please; a bean would
do.

So he really blew a big, round bean sugar figure and gave it to Dou Dou.

Dou Dou furrowed his brows in rejection.

Wu Suowei was puzzled. What was wrong?

Chi Cheng, also confused by Wu Suowei’s abstract artwork, asked for Dou Dou, “What
is this?”

Wu Suowei said, “Bean!”

Chi Cheng pinched Wu’s ear hard, saying, “He wants a bee, ‘bee,’ not a bean.”

Wu Suowei stubbornly said, “No way, I heard ‘bean’ clearly. You ask again.”

Chi Cheng asked Dou Dou again.

Dou Dou immediately replied, “Bean!”

“See!” Wu slammed the table, confidently accusing Chi Cheng, “Didn’t you hear clearly?
He said ‘bean,’ right?”

Chi Cheng looked at Wu with pity.

“Bean can also mean ‘Peh!’ (spitting sound).”

Wu was speechless.

After a while, Wu stopped blowing sugar figures and switched to magic tricks.

His so-called magic was just a slight modification of his thief skills, enough to fool a
low-IQ kid like Dou Dou.

Wu put a chocolate ball into Dou Dou’s pocket. When Dou Dou reached in to grab it, the
chocolate ball was gone. As Dou Dou panicked, Wu slipped his hand into his own collar.

Then Dou Dou found a chocolate ball.

“So-amazing!” Dou Dou’s eyes widened.

Wu was very proud.

Then he grabbed a sugar figure that looked like a little vinegar packet from the shelf and
winked at Chi Cheng.

“Tell him I can turn this snake into a living one.”

Chi Cheng truly didn’t want to join such a childish game.

Wu pulled Dou Dou over. The little “shou” and “xiao shou” both looked pitiful.

Chi Cheng was instantly defeated.

After a while, everything was ready. Wu shook the sugar figure and shouted,

“Now-it-is-the-time-to-witness-miracle!”

He threw the sugar figure quickly toward the door. When Dou Dou turned his head, the
little vinegar packet crawled in.

Dou Dou excitedly screamed and chased after it. The little vinegar packet thought the
Black Whirlwind had come and slipped away quickly.

Wu found a bigger sugar figure and threw it outside again; the big vinegar jar came in.

Dou Dou’s little hands were red from clapping.

Wu hadn’t been worshiped with such eyes for a long time — it felt great.

“Go on,” Dou Dou seemed not to have had enough.

Wu confidently said, “Tell me, what do you want me to turn into?”

Dou Dou didn’t say it directly to Wu but shyly whispered it to Chi Cheng, covering his
face and giggling.

Chi Cheng chuckled along.

Wu asked, “What does he want?”

Chi Cheng said, “He wants you to make him a bit whiter.”

Wu was speechless.
Without such a superpower, Wu could only distract Dou Dou with other tricks.

He found a small basketball gifted by Wang Zhen. Wang Zhen’s magic of turning a big
basketball into a small one was amazing; Wu could only fake it to fool the kid.

He pretended to swallow the basketball whole.

Then, he pulled it out from behind Dou Dou’s ear.

Dou Dou opened his mouth wide, eyes fixed on the tiny basketball in Wu’s hand, unable
to believe it really came out of Wu’s stomach.

Wu noticed the sofa throw had slipped to the floor and turned to straighten it.

Just then, Dou Dou’s little black hand reached out, feeling behind Wu’s ear for a long
time.

Feeling nothing, he looked disappointed.

Wu was initially puzzled why Dou Dou was touching his ear. Then, recalling the
previous trick and the whole process, his eyes instantly widened.

Dou Dou mimicked him, widening his eyes.

The room echoed with Wu’s wail:

“My living ancestor! You didn’t really swallow that basketball, did you?!”

Chi Cheng hurried over. Wu was holding Dou Dou upside down, repeatedly patting his
back, trying to get him to spit out the basketball. Dou Dou’s little face was red, crying
and yelling loudly.

Chi Cheng said sternly, “Give it here!”

Wu handed Dou Dou over with a distressed expression.

Chi Cheng slapped once, and a small basketball shot out of Dou Dou’s mouth.

Then came Dou Dou’s endless crying.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Wu peeked through the peephole and was shocked. Damn! The kid’s mom had tracked
them down.
His first reaction was to rush over and cover Dou Dou’s mouth. No way could Chi Jiali
hear Dou Dou crying. He had to calm him before the door opened.

Using all his facial muscles, he changed three ridiculous expressions in one second. But
the kid didn’t react; instead, Wu’s own uncle was amused.

Chi Jiali pressed the doorbell hard several times, yelling inside, “Chi Cheng, open the
door now!”

Wu was forced to make a false promise.

“Icanturnyouwhite.”

Dou Dou immediately stopped crying.

When Chi Jiali came in and saw Dou Dou nestled in Wu’s arms, her expression
darkened. She walked over and reached out to hug Dou Dou.

“Come, let’s go home with mommy.”

But Dou Dou buried his face in Wu’s chest, arms tightly wrapped, clearly refusing.

When Chi Jiali tried to pull him, Dou Dou struggled wildly, crying and yelling, refusing
to go home.

Chi Jiali was furious. So soon? Had he already brainwashed my son?

“Why don’t you want to go home?” she asked.

Dou Dou seriously said, “This big brother said he can make me whiter.”

Chi Jiali almost lost it. “My silly son! How can you believe that?”

Dou Dou stubbornly believed it. No matter how much Chi Jiali tried to persuade, he
refused.

Finally, Chi Jiali lost patience and wanted to forcibly take Dou Dou away.

Dou Dou fearlessly argued back.

“Didn’t the book say? Only freedom can bring growth!”

Chi Jiali was speechless, neither angry nor calm, casting a resentful glare at Wu, who
gave her a hypocritical, kindly look.
She suddenly remembered that just two hours ago, these two had been openly fighting at
the club, and now she was playing the shrew. Wasn’t this inviting ridicule?

Her expression instantly turned cold.

“Fine! I’ll come back tomorrow to get you. I want to see how he’s going to make you
whiter!”

She pinched Dou Dou’s cheek, sneered, and left.

CHAPTER 242
As soon as Chi Jiali left, Dou Dou immediately clung to Wu Suowei, asking him to
change his skin color.

Wu Suowei told Chi Cheng and Dou Dou that this magic trick couldn’t work at night—it
would only take effect in the morning. Dou Dou believed him and pumped his little black
fist, declaring he’d go to bed early to witness the miracle first thing.

Wu Suowei took Dou Dou to take a bath. Dou Dou loved playing in the water, splashing
around with white bubbles all over him. Suddenly he slipped, headfirst into the water,
leaving only his little black bottom floating on the surface.

An evil idea suddenly popped into Wu Suowei’s head.

Since Dou Dou was so black all over, would his little butt hole be black too?

So Wu Suowei sat Dou Dou on his lap and spread his cheeks to look inside.

Excitedly, he called to Chi Cheng under the shower: “Quick, come see! His little butt
hole is actually pink!”

How could his uncle miss such a wonderful thing?

Chi Cheng strode over and scooped Dou Dou out of the water. Shamelessly he said,
“Come on, let uncle admire it.”

He flipped Dou Dou upside down, held him between his arms, spread his little legs wide,
and looked inside without any shame, a teasing smile on his lips.

Dou Dou struggled hard, kicking his little legs, crying loudly, trying to protect his
dignity.
Wu Suowei was completely charmed by Dou Dou’s antics and brought him back. While
Chi Cheng went to make the bed, Wu Suowei nibbled and poked Dou Dou’s bottom for a
good while.

The best thing about Dou Dou’s skin color was that no matter how much he was abused,
no marks would be left.

After washing up, Wu Suowei wrapped Dou Dou in a white towel, like a big chocolate
ball. Watching Dou Dou glare at him with his big round eyes, Wu’s lips involuntarily
curved into a smile. He didn’t want to let go.

But just as he put Dou Dou down on the bed, he heard Chi Cheng question from beside
him:

“Why are you putting him here?”

Wu Suowei answered boldly, “To sleep!”

Chi Cheng was clearly unhappy. “Why make him sleep with us?”

Wu gave a classic reply.

“It’s dark anyway; it makes no difference whether he sleeps here or not.”

Chi Cheng’s fierce eyes glared, “When you’re rolling around in bed, you can just ignore
him and roll over him?”

Wu Suowei said, “He’s so little. If he sleeps alone, and in someone else’s house,
wouldn’t he be scared?”

Chi Cheng asked, “Scared of what?”

“Of the dark!”

“Is there a room darker than him?”

Wu Suowei was speechless.

In the end, Wu reluctantly put Dou Dou in a small bed in the next room. After some
fussing and coaxing, he finally got Dou Dou to settle down and returned to his room.

In the middle of the night, after Chi Cheng had fallen asleep, Wu Suowei quietly slipped
out of the bedroom and into the next room.

At first, he thought Dou Dou was missing and was scared. Then he turned on the light
and found Dou Dou lying obediently on the bed. Wu breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, he sneaked out to the balcony and called Wang Zhen.

It was noon where Wang Zhen was, and the call was answered quickly.

“Hello?”

Wu was about to get straight to the point but felt it was too abrupt, so he chatted casually
first.

“Busy?”

“Not much,” Wang Zhen replied.

Wu, a bit nervous, said, “Thanks for what you did last time.”

“No need to mention it.”

Wu didn’t know what else to say, and the phone heated up against his face, making it
flush red.

“What’s wrong? Got into trouble?” Wang asked.

Wu’s heart fluttered hearing such concern from his idol, so he turned to look out the
window to cool down.

“No, I’m fine. How about you?”

“Same as always.”

Wu smiled, “I suddenly remembered when you disguised me as my dad. Thinking about

it now, it was really touching. That day my mom laughed so happily.”

Wang Zhen didn’t reply.

Wu continued, “Also, you made Jiang Xiaoshuai into a woman with makeup. Thinking
about his look still makes me laugh. You’re really talented, hehe…”

Wang asked, “You want me to teach you disguise, right?”

Wu was surprised, “How did you know?”

“Just a guess,” Wang said.

Wu’s heart warmed even more. Idols are idols—they just get you with a few words.

“I want to ask, if I want to turn a black person white, how do I do it?”

“Change the whole face? Or just the skin color?”

“Just the skin color.”

Wang explained complicated steps about molding and skin wax, very elaborate. Wu
couldn’t understand and cut him off.

“No need to be so realistic, just turn white, and preferably no color change when
touched.”

“Then just use greasepaint.”

Wang had just said this when Wu heard the door behind him. He quickly hung up and
turned around—Chi Cheng was walking over. Luckily, the bedroom door was still some
distance from the balcony, enough time for Wu to hide the phone.

Chi Cheng pushed Wu against the wall and asked sternly, “Why aren’t you sleeping so
late and sneaking around here?”

“Getting some air,” Wu said.

Chi Cheng grabbed Wu’s shoulder tightly. “If you want air, why not get it on our
bedroom balcony? Why sneak here?”

Wu bit his lip in pain and said, “I just wanted to check on the kid.”

Chi Cheng’s cold gaze pierced Wu’s eyes with intense pressure.

“Be honest!”

Wu stammered, “I was making a call.”

“To whom?”

Wu glanced at Chi Cheng and muttered, “A female employee at work. I wanted to ask if
there’s a 24-hour cosmetics store nearby. I want to buy some greasepaint to put on Dou
Dou…”

Wu knew Chi Cheng’s temper well. Mentioning anyone was better than mentioning
Wang Zhen. Since the female employee fit Wu’s secret purpose, he made up this excuse
on the spot.

Chi Cheng pinched Wu’s chin, questioning, “Really?”

Wu nodded.
Chi Cheng was still suspicious but seeing Wu’s miserable look, he couldn’t be too harsh.
He pulled Wu over and pretended to be angry, giving him a playful kick on the butt.

“How stupid are you? Using greasepaint? It’s a hassle and bad for skin!”

Wu pouted, “Then what? Give me an idea how to make him white quickly.”

“Isn’t there a kind of filter glasses? You wear them and objects change color. Black looks
white, white looks black. Just buy him a pair. When he wants to be white, he wears them;
to go back, he takes them off. No makeup or removal needed.”

Wu was excited, “Really? There’s such glasses?”

“There are even X-ray glasses, let alone these.” Chi Cheng said.

Wu smiled in relief and playfully punched Chi Cheng’s chest a few times.

“You’re the smart one.”

When Wang Zhen answered the phone, he was driving; Wang Shuo sat in the passenger
seat, lazily gazing out but actually very tense.

“Who’s calling?” Wang Shuo asked.

Wang Zhen casually tossed his phone aside, “Wu Suowei.”

“Him?” Wang Shuo squinted at Wang Zhen. “He wants you to teach disguise?”

“He asked how to make a black person look white.”

Wang Shuo smirked, “If I’m right, it should be about 1 am in Beijing. Up late, sneaking
to call you, just to ask how to whiten?”

Wang Zhen grunted.

After a pause, Wang Shuo suddenly said two words:

“Not bad.”

Early the next morning, before dawn, Gangzi went to get those glasses for Wu. Wu put
them on Dou Dou, who woke up each time seeing darkness and just turned over to sleep
again.

Around noon, Gangzi delivered the glasses.

Just as Chi Cheng predicted, fooling Dou Dou didn’t require much effort—just a pair of
glasses and a beautiful lie.

Wu told Dou Dou, “These are magic glasses. With them, you can be white when you
want, black when you want, and even make anyone else black.”

Dou Dou immediately said, “I want everyone to be black, and only me to be the whitest!”

And so, his wish came true.

CHAPTER 243
After lunch, Chi Jiali took Quanquan to pick up Dou Dou.

On the way, she asked Quanquan, “If when we get there, your brother doesn’t want to
come home with us, what will you do?”

Quanquan seriously said, “I’ll persuade him well, and make him come home with us.”

“How will you persuade him?”

Quanquan thought for a moment and said, “I’ll tell him that Grandpa and Grandma really
miss him, Mom really misses him, and I really miss him too. We all hope he can come
home.”

“That’s right, your brother listens to you the most. As long as you say you miss him, your
brother will definitely come back.”

“Mm!” Quanquan nodded firmly, “I’ll also reason with him.”

Chi Jiali looked at Quanquan with interest, “How will you reason with him?”

Quanquan said, “I’ll tell him that without parents’ permission, he can’t just stay overnight
at someone else’s house. Our parents work hard raising us, so we have to always think
about their feelings.”

Chi Jiali stroked Quanquan’s hair, smiling with satisfaction.

“Quanquan is still the most obedient.”

Chi Jiali arrived at Chi Cheng’s house and rang the doorbell.
Wu Suowei opened the door, and Dou Dou followed him, having already taken off his
glasses. He refused to eat when he found out the rice was black rice, so Wu Suowei took
the glasses off for him.

Chi Jiali glanced at Dou Dou and cast a mocking look at Wu Suowei.

“Weren’t you saying you could make my son white? How is he white?”

Before Wu Suowei could reply, Dou Dou hurried inside, grabbed the glasses from the
sofa, put them on, and excitedly shouted to Chi Jiali, “Mom, look! I’ve already become
white!”

Chi Jiali patted Dou Dou’s head, half-angry and half-pained, pretending to scold,
“Where? He’s still so black.”

“Mom, you put on the glasses and look.” Dou Dou insisted.

Chi Jiali just put them on and immediately took them off, shooting an annoyed look at the
two “human traffickers” eating at the dining table.

Then she patiently said to Dou Dou, “Silly boy, you let them trick you. Your skin didn’t
change at all; it’s the glasses that are the problem. Everyone sees your skin as black, only
you see yourself as white.”

Dou Dou argued firmly, “My skin can change color! You just don’t have magic glasses.”

“Magic glasses?!” Chi Jiali was annoyed. “Those glasses only change what you see, not
your skin color. Others will always see you as black.”

“Mom, put them on and see! Put them on!” Dou Dou was stubborn.

Chi Jiali scolded angrily, “What use is seeing white when you wear them? You take them
off and you’re still black!”

Dou Dou replied fearlessly, “That’s why they’re magic glasses! Only the person who
owns them can be white or black whenever they want!”

Chi Jiali almost got angry enough to faint.

Chi Cheng sat opposite Wu Suowei eating, suddenly smiling without reason.

Wu Suowei kicked his ankle and whispered, “What are you laughing at?”

“Were you like him when you were little?” Chi Cheng glanced at Dou Dou.

Wu Suowei was annoyed, “Who said that? I was a smart kid!”

Chi Jiali sat coldly on the sofa, Quanquan came over to comfort her.

“Mom, don’t be angry. I’ll help you persuade him.”

Only then did Chi Jiali remember she had another sensible younger son.

Quanquan went up to Dou Dou and poked his dark forehead with her fair finger, “You’re
still black, just as black as before.”

“That’s nonsense!” Dou Dou took off the glasses and put them on Quanquan, “Look
again!”

Quanquan’s eyes showed surprise, “Oh? He really turned white.”

Dou Dou proudly pulled Quanquan to the mirror, pointing at Quanquan’s reflection,
“Look, you turned black, didn’t you?”

Quanquan was even more excited than Dou Dou because she always wanted to have the
same skin color as Dou Dou.

“So does that mean we’re the same now?” Quanquan asked.

Dou Dou thought hard and finally figured it out.

“Yes, I’m black now. After you put on the glasses, you become black too. Now we’re
both black!”

Quanquan frowned, “Then what if we want to become white?”

Dou Dou pretended to be clever, took the glasses off Quanquan’s eyes and put them on
his own face, “If I wear them, won’t we both be white?”

Quanquan suddenly understood and nodded.

Both turned around and happily jumped in front of Chi Jiali.

“Mom, whether we wear the glasses or take them off, we’re both the same skin color!”

“Don’t call me Mom!” Chi Jiali felt her heart almost crushed.

Quanquan suddenly remembered something, grabbing Dou Dou’s hand, “I don’t want to
be apart from you. I’ll miss you. Tell Uncle to let me live here too!”

Dou Dou looked troubled, “But if we do that, will Mom be unhappy?”

“No, I’ll reason with her.” Quanquan said.

Dou Dou looked at her uncertainly, “How will you reason with her?”

Quanquan pressed her lips, eyes full of determination.

“I’ll tell her that if she doesn’t let me stay, I’ll cry.”

Chi Jiali couldn’t take it anymore, darkening her face and ordering.

“Neither of you is staying here. Both of you come with me.”

Once she said this, the room exploded in chaos—two kids crying their eyes out, each
holding onto one big leg. Quanquan clung to Chi Cheng’s leg, Dou Dou clung to Wu
Suowei’s leg, refusing to let go.

Wu Suowei pretended to coax and took off Dou Dou’s glasses, saying, “Be good, we
won’t need these glasses. Let’s go home with Mom!”

Dou Dou’s cries instantly became louder.

Chi Cheng told Quanquan, “There’s only one pair of glasses. You go back with Mom,
and let your brother stay here.”

Quanquan’s volume immediately rose.

The two kids competed in crying so loudly that even the downstairs neighbor lady came
up.

“What’s going on?” she asked with a sympathetic look. “Why are the kids crying like
this?”

Wu Suowei said, “The two kids want to live with Uncle, but Mom’s not happy.”

The neighbor turned to Chi Jiali and advised kindly.

“Girl, let me tell you. You can’t spoil kids like this! Kids should have more freedom to
play outside. It’s no good if Old Quan stays only at home. I have a niece your age, and
her kid’s spoiled like this—five years old and still can’t eat by himself. Taking him out is
embarrassing…”

The neighbor’s words hit Chi Jiali hard, like a kettle boiling inside with no way to vent,
nearly driving her crazy. Fortunately, she kept her composure in front of others and left
with a look.

Back at home, Chi Jiali took out Chi Yuanduan’s “manual” again.
Previously, breaking them apart was a last resort; now it was urgent. Chi Jiali planned to
trust Chi Yuanduan once more.

Personal advice, rule two: “After days of interaction, it’s found that this person has a
strong libido, hard to suppress. The effective way to deal with him is to prevent intimacy
between the two. Over time, physical dissatisfaction will lead to emotional breakdown.”

Chi Jiali flipped through, confirmed no changes to this rule, and closed the file.

Thinking like this, maybe letting Dou Dou and Quanquan stay there isn’t a bad thing after
all.

The next day, Chi Jiali went to see the two sons again.

Dou Dou and Quanquan were brought by Chi Cheng to Wu Suowei’s old home. When
Chi Jiali arrived, the two kids were each riding on an uncle’s shoulder, happily picking
apricots.

Chi Jiali didn’t go in right away but stood at the door and quietly watched for a while.

This was an old house from the 70s or 80s, cobwebs hanging from the eaves.

Chi Jiali remembered that more than twenty years ago, her family also had a courtyard
like this. Chi Cheng was about the same age as Dou Dou and Quanquan. Back then, she
ran around the yard with Chi Cheng chasing her happily.

Later, Chi Cheng grew up, she got married, and the distance between the siblings grew.

She never imagined Chi Cheng would enter such an old courtyard again, let alone
patiently do simple and boring things like this, smiling with satisfaction when Quanquan
stuffed an apricot into his mouth.

And Wu Suowei, wearing cloth shoes and rolled-up pants, getting his ears tugged by Dou
Dou’s probing face, was completely different from the “Director Wu” she had seen that
day.

“Mom!”

Dou Dou spotted Chi Jiali first and shouted excitedly from Wu Suowei’s shoulder.

Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng put the kids down and let them run to Chi Jiali.

Chi Jiali said the same thing, “Come home with Mom.”
Dou Dou and Quanquan immediately showed reluctant expressions and argued back one
after another.

Chi Jiali pretended to compromise, “If you don’t want to go home, that’s okay. But you
have to promise Mom one thing.”

Both sons nodded together.

“You must sleep in the same room as these two. Only then will Mom agree to let you
stay.”

Both sons said no problem.

To be safe, Chi Jiali also took out a pair of glasses.

“These glasses are also magic glasses. As long as Mom wears them, she can monitor
everything you do at home. If you don’t sleep in the same room as these two, I’ll take you
back the next day.”

Dou Dou and Quanquan both looked tense, clearly believing Chi Jiali’s words.

Chi Jiali put on the sunglasses and smiled at Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng before leaving.

Mom’s got glasses too — can still keep an eye on you!

CHAPTER 244
On the weekend, Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei took Dou Dou and Quanquan out to play the
whole day, only returning home after dark.

On the way back, all three kids had fallen asleep.

Dou Dou was lying back in his car seat, his little legs pressed against the backrest, feet
pointing at the ceiling. Quanquan lay face down on her seat, her round little bottom
slightly raised, soft hair spread over her fair little face. Wu Suowei leaned against the car
window, eyes half-closed, his head tracing a slow arc against the glass.

After spending two days with the kids, Wu Suowei’s biggest feeling was exhaustion.
Taking care of kids was not a human job—especially two at once. Daytime was bearable;
they played and made noise all under his watchful eyes. But at night, he had to constantly
watch Dou Dou, because if he let his guard down for even a second, the dark night could
swallow him up.
At home, the two little rascals had turned everything upside down. At first glance, it
looked like the police had just raided a seedy place involved in illicit activities.

Scattered on the floor were all kinds of adult toys, porn DVDs, and private nude photos…
But that wasn’t even the worst part. Dou Dou had poked holes in every condom, and
Quanquan had poured soy sauce into the lubricant bottle.

Most unbearable of all was how these two little troublemakers kept sneaking into their
bed at bedtime. No matter how often they were chased away, they would run back to the
door crying and throwing a tantrum.

So today, Chi Cheng took the two kids out to play crazily with the goal of tiring them out
so they’d sleep as soon as they got home, creating a chance for the two adults to have
some private time.

Chi Cheng cast a sideways glance at Wu Suowei, who was still rubbing his forehead
against the glass.

Chi Cheng reached out a big hand and gently pressed Wu Suowei’s head onto his lap,
lightly massaging the reddened area on his forehead and scalp. Just as he was about to
pull away, Wu Suowei grabbed his hand, trapping it under his armpit and sleeping
soundly.

Chi Cheng steered the car with one hand, driving steadily. Not one child was woken by
bumps or turns—they all slept until they reached the doorstep.

After getting out, Chi Cheng opened Wu Suowei’s door. Before he could fully wake up,
Chi Cheng grabbed both his arms and hoisted him onto his back.

“Hold onto my arms tight, clamp your legs around me,” Chi Cheng said to Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei drowsily obeyed. He knew Chi Cheng was carrying him, but what about the
other two kids?

Just then, Chi Cheng opened the rear doors and picked up each kid with one hand.
Hanging three people on him at once, he showed no signs of strain and walked steadily
up the stairs.

After bathing, Quanquan sat on the bed playing but soon fell asleep.

Dou Dou absentmindedly pulled out a small wooden egg, playing with it for a while
before curiously asking Wu Suowei, “What’s this?”

Wu Suowei parted Dou Dou’s little legs and pointed to his little “meatball.”
Dou Dou placed the wooden egg under himself for comparison, and couldn’t help
sighing, “So big!”

Hearing the quiet chuckle behind him, Wu Suowei shot an angry glance at Chi Cheng.
Seeing that Chi Cheng wasn’t stopping, he pounced and tussled with him for a while
before collapsing on him, exhausted.

Seeing the two adults cozying up, Dou Dou wasn’t about to be left out. He suddenly
lunged at Quanquan.

Quanquan was annoyed at being woken and angrily scratched Dou Dou’s hair. Dou Dou
felt the pain and punched Quanquan’s head with his little fists. The two kids got so
worked up they ended up fighting beautifully.

Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng had no choice but to separate them and soothe their cries.
After a long time of comforting, the kids finally calmed down.

But after all that commotion, the two kids were energized again.

Wu Suowei watched the reunited troublemakers rolling on the floor happily, wishing he
could lock them in a snake’s belly for a night.

Dou Dou scattered gummy candies on the floor and bent over, picking them up one by
one with his cute little bottom sticking out. Wu Suowei lay on the bed watching and
smiled.

Dou Dou noticed Wu Suowei staring and hurriedly stuffed the candies into his pockets,
afraid Wu Suowei would snatch them.

Quanquan walked over, took out two gummy candies from the bag, and held out her
small hands to Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei looked at the two candies resting on Quanquan’s white little hands and
suddenly felt very touched.

“You’re still the best behaved.”

Dou Dou heard Wu Suowei’s words, sulked, and sat cross-legged on the single sofa with
his back to Wu Suowei, ignoring all calls to come over.

Eventually, Dou Dou fell asleep curled up on the sofa, and Quanquan nestled quietly by
Chi Cheng’s leg.

Chi Cheng finally waited for this moment, stubbed out his cigarette, and went over to
Dou Dou. Just as he picked him up, Dou Dou’s big eyes opened and he burst into loud
crying.
As soon as Dou Dou cried, Quanquan woke up too.

Chi Cheng put Dou Dou back down, and he immediately stopped crying.

Wu Suowei quickly picked up Quanquan, gently patted his shoulder and soothed him.
Quanquan soon fell asleep again.

“Wait until he’s in a deep sleep before you hold him,” Wu Suowei said.

After another twenty minutes, Dou Dou’s body sank fully into the sofa. But when Chi
Cheng picked him up again, he cried and kicked just like before. Chi Cheng was helpless
and had to put him down once more.

For a while after that, Chi Cheng kept picking Dou Dou up and putting him down
countless times. Dou Dou was like an automatic tumbler doll—drowsy and nodding off,
but the moment Chi Cheng touched him, he would immediately open his eyes reflexively.

If he weren’t his own nephew, Chi Cheng would have knocked him out with one punch
by now.

After a while, Chi Cheng heard a faint snore.

He turned and saw Wu Suowei was asleep.

The next day, Chi Cheng took Quanquan to his workplace, and Wu Suowei took Dou
Dou to his company.

After work in the evening, Wu Suowei called Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Hey, you free?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s lazy voice came over, “I’m free every day.”

Wu Suowei ground his teeth silently. He was so busy he barely had time to breathe, but
Jiang Xiaoshuai was living so leisurely. So damn enviable!

“Come to my office. I want you to see my cute little nephew. He’s a riot, you’ll definitely
love him!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked, “Your sister’s kid came?”

“No, Chi Cheng’s sister’s, the black-and-white twins.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai got interested immediately. He’d heard from Guo Chengyu that Chi Jiali
had an especially cute pair of mixed-race twins—one white, one black.

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

Wu Suowei chuckled. Since Jiang Xiaoshuai was so free, he might as well let Dou Dou
stay with him overnight. It would give him something to cause trouble with and spice up
his easy life.

Jiang Xiaoshuai drove home every day listening to ghost stories at this exact time. He
was the kind of person who was scared of everything but loved horror movies and ghost
stories, always coming home sweating cold from fear.

At that moment, the channel was playing a story about a half-body corpse man.

“There was a man who got run over by a big truck in a traffic accident and only his lower
half remained. He liked to stand at intersections quietly waiting for a car to come by, then
would chase the car wildly. When the driver looked in the rearview mirror, they could
only see two empty legs…”

Jiang Xiaoshuai got goosebumps all over.

Wu Suowei left his company and waited at the intersection holding Dou Dou.

Dou Dou asked, “Who are you waiting for?”

Wu Suowei replied roughly in English, “Waiting for a doctor who can cure your vitiligo,
then you can turn completely white.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai turned a corner near Wu Suowei’s company and slowed down.

At that moment, he reflexively looked out the window and suddenly caught a blurry
shadow—a shadow with only two legs!!

Jiang Xiaoshuai slammed on the brakes, his heart pounding.

At first he thought it was a hallucination from the ghost story he just heard, but when he
looked again, it really was only two legs, slowly approaching him.

Blood drained from Jiang Xiaoshuai’s body as he mechanically turned the steering wheel.
He made an extremely stiff U-turn and slammed the gas pedal to speed away.

Wu Suowei had already recognized Jiang Xiaoshuai and was walking toward him. Even
when Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly turned, Wu Suowei thought he was just looking for a
better parking spot.
But Jiang Xiaoshuai actually drove away!

Wu Suowei thought: No way! If you leave, who will take care of my kid tonight?

So he chased after the car holding Dou Dou, shouting all the way.

But to Jiang Xiaoshuai’s ears, Wu Suowei’s shouts sounded like ghostly screams. He
glanced nervously in his rearview mirror—and saw those two legs, again those two
legs—actually starting to chase his car!!

“Ahhhhhhh!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai screamed several times as the car disappeared from Wu Suowei’s sight.

CHAPTER 245
On the way home, Quanquan asked Chi Cheng, “Uncle, who is the person living with you
every day? Why haven’t I seen him before?”

Chi Cheng said, “That’s my wife, also your aunt.”

“But isn’t a wife supposed to be a woman? But he has a JJ.”

Chi Cheng twisted the corner of his mouth and asked, “How do you know he has a JJ?”

“Last night, I saw you grabbing his JJ.”

Chi Cheng licked the corner of his mouth, saying nothing.

Quanquan cautiously asked, “Uncle, isn’t it rude to grab someone else’s JJ?”

“Do you think it’s polite to watch someone else grab a JJ?”

Chi Cheng’s sidelong glance was like a blade, cold and sharp. Quanquan quickly lowered
his head, instinctively scooted closer to the car door, carefully watching Chi Cheng’s
expression.

Chi Cheng gave a sinister smile and in a deep voice commanded, “Come here!”
Quanquan carefully climbed onto Chi Cheng’s lap. Chi Cheng’s big hand pressed him
fully into his embrace. Quanquan’s little face pressed against Chi Cheng’s chest, feeling
the steady and strong beating of his heart.

Chi Cheng’s big hand stroked the back of Quanquan’s head, his gaze softening.

“Does your aunt treat you well?”

Quanquan nodded, “Takes me out to play, buys me tasty food, never gets angry at me.”

“You have to treat her well too, understand?” Chi Cheng said.

Quanquan asked, half understanding, “How should I treat her well?”

“When someone bullies her or makes her angry, you have to stand up and speak for her.”

Quanquan nodded.

After driving a while longer, Chi Cheng’s phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, Chi Cheng’s expression shifted slightly, but he still answered.

“This is Wang Shuo.”

Chi Cheng’s tone was calm, “I know.”

Wang Shuo seemed in a good mood, joking with Chi Cheng for once.

“Miss me?”

Chi Cheng laughed softly, then after a while replied, “No time to miss.”

Wang Shuo teased playfully, “Have time to wear a green hat, no time to miss me?”

“Where did the green hat come from?”

“You really don’t know?” Wang Shuo’s tone was gloating, “Someone called us at
midnight, asking about whitening. Next time you tell him, good sleep is the real key to
whitening. No matter how good the skincare is, calling in the middle of the night is
useless.”

Chi Cheng still calm, “Say it clearly.”

“Am I not clear enough? Someone took advantage of you sleeping to harass call us. I
made it clear beforehand—he doesn’t have my number, I just overheard.”
Chi Cheng stared ahead, eyes emotionless.

“You called me just to say that?”

Wang Shuo chuckled, “I just said casually, and you took it seriously. Everyone gets
lonely sometimes, gets tired of their partner! Want to find some excitement secretly? It’s
normal. As long as he didn’t go looking far, it means he hasn’t missed to the point of
unbearable.”

As soon as the call ended, Chi Cheng’s face darkened, his hardened brow radiating
coldness. His whole body seemed frozen, even Quanquan felt the stiffness in his
embrace.

Wu Suowei and Dou Dou got home before Chi Cheng. As Chi Cheng came in, Wu
Suowei peeked out of the kitchen, smiling and said, “I bought you a leg of lamb, just
roasted. Want a bite first?”

Chi Cheng’s cold gaze swept him, but he said nothing and went straight to the bedroom.

“Did I do something to you?” Wu Suowei was puzzled by Chi Cheng’s mood.

Dou Dou, chewing on a bone, asked Wu Suowei, “What’s wrong with my uncle?”

Wu Suowei didn’t know how to say it in English, so he snapped, “Don’t bother him!”

After Chi Cheng went to the bedroom, he picked up Wu Suowei’s phone. After scrolling
for a long time, he finally found the call record. At just past one in the morning, Wu
Suowei had called Wang Zhen for more than ten minutes.

Chi Cheng remembered clearly that night when Wu Suowei stood on the balcony and
quickly hid his phone as soon as Chi Cheng entered.

Thinking of Wu Suowei’s guilty and evasive expression, Chi Cheng’s anger flared,
roaring viciously, devouring the last of his restraint.

Wu Suowei prepared the food and let the two kids eat first, then went into the bedroom to
find Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng stood with his back to him; Wu Suowei couldn’t see his face but felt a chilling
aura around.

“I was talking to you just now, why didn’t you answer?” Wu Suowei tested.

Chi Cheng didn’t reply or turn, just raised Wu Suowei’s phone slowly with two fingers.

Wu Suowei froze, then suddenly realized something, his nerves twitching.

“I… I called him, I…”

Before he could finish, Chi Cheng spun around, grabbed him, and slammed him sideways
into the wall. Then dragged him several meters, finally pushing him into the corner,
unable to move.

“Calling him in the middle of the night when you should be asleep? Have I not screwed
you enough? Should I screw you dumb so you don’t even have the energy to make those
calls and flirt?”

Wu Suowei flushed red, questioning, “How am I flirting? I just made a call, and that’s
flirting?”

“You ask someone how to whiten skin at midnight—that’s flirting, isn’t it? How else do
you want to flirt? Screaming into the phone a few times to feel satisfied?”

Wu Suowei angrily explained, “I was asking how to disguise black people as white
people. I was just trying to cheer up Dou Dou!”

Chi Cheng gripped the spot near Wu Suowei’s waist harshly, angry, “You spent more
than ten minutes asking about disguise?”

Wu Suowei winced in pain, frowned, and tried to stop Chi Cheng’s hand.

Chi Cheng showed no mercy, kept shouting at Wu Suowei with a dark face.

“Why make a simple call in the middle of the night?”

“I called during the day, but that’s midnight for him! Besides, I want to keep Dou Dou
the next day, don’t I have to think of a plan quickly?”

Chi Cheng’s sharp gaze scraped Wu Suowei’s face as he coldly demanded, “Then why
hide from me? Why not make the call openly in front of me?”

“I was afraid you’d overthink.”

“If nothing’s going on, why would I overthink?!”

Chi Cheng’s roar was like thunder, making Wu Suowei’s nerves go numb.

Wu Suowei glanced sideways at Dou Dou and Quanquan standing by the door, pushing
Chi Cheng hard and pleading, “Can we talk properly? Don’t scare the kids!”

“Have I ever talked properly and you remembered?” Chi Cheng yelled as he dragged Wu
Suowei onto the bed, ignoring the kids watching. He roughly tore at Wu Suowei’s
clothes. Every time Wu Suowei resisted, Chi Cheng attacked his weak spots, making him
wail repeatedly.

As they wrestled fiercely, Quanquan suddenly ran over with a clothes rod, banging hard
on Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng glared, “Are you asking for a beating?”

Quanquan fearlessly confronted him.

“You said if someone bullies my uncle, I have to stand up for him!”

At those words, both men stopped moving.

Although Wu Suowei didn’t fully catch what Quanquan said, he understood the gist and
felt a sudden pang. When he looked at Chi Cheng, a strange emotion appeared in his
eyes.

Chi Cheng swallowed hard, stamped his feet, and walked out.

Afterward, neither of them ate dinner and they remained in a cold war until after ten at
night. Their moods affected Dou Dou and Quanquan, who fell asleep before nine.

Chi Cheng sat against the bed in another bedroom, one leg bent, arm resting on his knee.
Between his hard knuckles he held a cigarette, ashes falling on his foot—but he was
unaware.

Actually, Chi Cheng knew Wu Suowei only called Wang Zhen to ask about disguise.
What made him angry was that Wu Suowei still thought to rely on Wang Zhen, still
trusted him.

Wu Suowei stood by the door for a while, took a breath, then walked to Chi Cheng.

“Hey, those two bears are asleep. This time they really are asleep, no matter how much
you call them.”

Chi Cheng still smoked, showing no expression.

Wu Suowei deliberately grabbed the cigarette Chi Cheng handed him, took a slow drag,
blowing smoke in Chi Cheng’s face.

“Weren’t you going to do domestic violence just now? Why’d you stop all of a sudden? I
was waiting for you to continue, but you silently came in here and sulked.”

Chi Cheng shot Wu Suowei a dark look. Wu Suowei’s heart trembled but steadied.
When Chi Cheng looked away, Wu Suowei dared to poke his chest.

“I say, Chi Pao Wang, whenever I piss you off, you have to punish me hard, right? Why
are you such a coward now? Why hide away? Don’t make me look down on you. I was
ready, how can you quit halfway?”

Wu Suowei’s words were a matter of life or death—he didn’t even know his own name
after saying them.

Chi Cheng quietly stubbed out the cigarette, his hand paused over the ashtray. Suddenly a
loud crack sounded, the ashtray exploded from the pressure of Chi Cheng’s knuckles,
shards and cigarette butts scattering everywhere.

CHAPTER 246
Wu Suowei instinctively took two steps back.

His knees felt like they'd been struck twice by a blunt object, his legs numb and limp.
Unable to support himself, he fell backward. Although he finally landed on the soft bed,
he was still dizzy from the impact.

Chi Cheng reached into Wu Suowei's pants, pressed his hand against his vulnerable spot,
and whispered something in his ear.

Wu Suowei's handsome face flushed red, and he struggled desperately against Chi
Cheng.

"No, no, that's too lewd."

Chi Cheng's rough hand scraped the tip of Wu Suowei's erection, his aggressive tone
tingling at the profile of his face, which was so close.

"You think you're still slutty? Is there anyone sluttier than you? You won't even agree to
such a simple request, and yet you dare to come and provoke me with such a slutty
attitude that you're ready for my torment?"

Wu Suowei's body, which hadn't been moisturized in days, was panting from Chi Cheng's
teasing. His cheeks felt like they were being burned by charcoal, and he was already
sweating profusely before he even started.

"You can whip me. You can burn me with candle wax. Why do you have to play with
that?"
"It's because you always won't let me play that I want to play."

Wu Suowei struggled hard, but Chi Cheng held all his vitals in his hands. With a
completely unyielding attitude, Chi Cheng ravaged Wu Suowei's vulnerable spots with
rough and expert strokes. Wu Suowei moaned uncontrollably, his butt rubbing against the
sheets, and in a moment, he surrendered.

Chi Cheng temporarily released Wu Suowei, letting him shower, then went to the study
to retrieve the video equipment. He fulfilled a long-held obscene wish: directing and
starring in a top-tier gay video, one for him alone to enjoy and treasure.

After a while, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped, and Wu Suowei's
handsome figure appeared in the camera.

Chi Cheng combined the roles of director, cameraman, and the man in sunglasses.

The camera slowly zoomed in, and Wu Suowei dodged awkwardly, wanting to laugh and
cry at the same time, his heart racing. Why did I end up with such a pervert? Why did I
have to satisfy his various lewd and obscene demands and live such a shameful life?

"Introduce yourself," Director Chi said.

Wu Suowei had seen his fair share of gay videos, so he knew the details of what was
involved, so he readily answered a series of insignificant questions like his height,
weight, and age.

Uncle Chi's deep, sexy voice rang out again.

"Do you usually have sex frequently?"

Wu Suowei looked at his feigned seriousness and wanted to slap him. "Don't you know
whether I'm a regular or not?"

"Not bad."

Uncle Chi asked again, "When was the last time you had sex?"

Wu Suowei thought for a moment and said, "Four days ago."

"Describe it."

"Huh?"

Uncle Chi demanded, "Briefly describe the sex that day."

How...how can I describe it? Wu Suowei blushed and asked with difficulty, "Can I avoid
this question?"

"Of course not."

Wu Suowei struggled for a moment before finally uttering three words.

"Intense."

"Intense?" Uncle Chi chuckled. "How intense? You're the one being attacked."

"If I asked you to rate your little attacker, what would you give it?"

Wu Suowei wanted to say zero, but fearing it would splash onto the camera, he replied
honestly, "One hundred."

Uncle Chi was excited.

"So high? Looks like you're quite satisfied with your sex life?"

Wu Suowei thought to himself: If I weren't satisfied, we'd have broken up long ago.

Uncle Chi asked again, "What's the most sensitive part of your body?"

Wu Suowei glanced at Chi Cheng with a pleading look. Could he just let go of such a
provocative question? Chi Cheng was completely dedicated. "We've agreed on the limits
beforehand. You have to answer whatever I ask you. And you have to answer honestly,
without any pretense."

Wu Suowei wanted to find a spot he could mention, but the cameraman and director were
his boyfriend! Who knew better than them where he felt most sensitive?

"What? Is this a difficult question?"

After saying that, Chi Cheng zoomed in.

Wu Suowei dodged repeatedly, but finally, unable to avoid it, he forced the word
"chrysanthemum" out of his mouth. He felt as embarrassed as a boiled shrimp after
saying it, covering his face with his arms for a long time, not daring to look up.

Uncle Chi pulled his arm away, the camera panning to his blushing face, and said with a
smile, "Why are you hiding such a cute expression?"

Wu Suowei cursed his ancestors inwardly, "You're so cute!"

Uncle Chi seemed to read his mind and began the even more difficult filming.
"Lift up your shirt so I can see your nipples."

Wu Suowei slowly rolled up his shirt, revealing his exquisite abdominal muscles and a
hint of cleavage. Then, his nipples swelled slightly under the direct camera.

Chi Cheng teased them with a rough finger, "It's getting a little hard."

Wu Suowei turned his head away, and a red ear appeared in the camera.

Chi Cheng dipped his finger in saliva and gently scratched Wu Suowei's nipple.

Wu Suowei clutched the bed sheet, biting his lips tightly to prevent a sound. Uncle Chi
said seductively, "Scream out if you feel good. It's okay."

He then positioned the camera on Wu Suowei's face and placed his mouth over her
nipple, sucking vigorously.

Wu Suowei immediately tilted her head back in pleasure, moaning uncontrollably. Chi
Cheng intensified his efforts, deftly circling her nipple with the tip of his tongue. Wu
Suowei let out a tantalizing moan, her face twisted in a deliberate attempt to avoid the
camera, but Chi Cheng repeatedly pulled her back.

Chi Cheng smoothed Wu Suowei's panties, wrapping them into an alluring shape. His
rough fingers rubbed the edges, teasing the tip, causing fluid to ooze out.

"Wet so soon?" he asked mockingly.

Wu Suowei tried to stop Chi Cheng's next move, but was slapped back by his powerful
wrist. Without hesitation, he removed his underwear, exposing his private parts.

Chi Cheng moved the camera over, and Wu Suowei instinctively blocked it with his
hand.

"Don't block it! Take it away so I can enjoy it."

He removed Wu Suowei's hand and followed the camera between his legs, filming in
high definition, letting out obscene sighs from time to time. "So lewd!"

Wu Suowei could sense how awful the resulting video would be.

Chi Cheng forced him to his knees, spread his arms, and gave him a high-definition
close-up of his anus.

"It's so pink and tender, it looks so tempting!"

Wu Suowei buried his burning cheeks in the sheets, feeling almost suicidal.
Uncle Chi interrogated him again, perversely, "Your husband has fucked you here many
times, hasn't he?"

Wu Suowei was utterly mortified by Chi Cheng, and only one thought remained in his
mind: Why did I make that phone call that night? Why was I so horny?

"Tell me, how does your husband usually play with you?"

Wu Suowei was unable to speak, so Chi Cheng teased her vulnerable vagina, his
fingertips scratching the sensitive entrance. This caused Wu Suowei's hips to tremble in
front of the camera, and she cried out in despair, "He licks me."

Chi Cheng pressed his tongue against hers and deliberately asked, "How does he lick
me?"

"Mm...ah...harder...push in..."

Chi Cheng continued this way, step by step, forcing Wu Suowei to utter all sorts of
irresistible lewd words and perform all sorts of obscene actions. Finally, after arousing
herself to the point of simmering excitement, he adjusted the camera to the right position
and began the filming.

For six hours, Chi Cheng perfectly portrayed the hysteria of a jealous man.

From the start, Wu Suowei sensed a different aura from Chi Cheng. Normally, he fucked
her to his heart's content. Today, he fucked her to death, with all his might.

Wu Suowei later struggled and cried like a madman, repeatedly promising never to
contact Wang Zhen again, but to no avail. Chi Cheng was determined to settle all scores,
both old and new, once and for all.

Finally, Chi Cheng withdrew from Wu Suowei's body and retrieved the camera, which
had only a fraction of its battery remaining. He pointed it at Wu Suowei's face and
delivered a closing recap.

"How do you feel today?"

Wu Suowei forced his eyelids open and asked, "Can I swear?"

Chi Cheng sneered, "No."

Wu Suowei closed his eyes again.

"Then I don't feel anything."

Chi Cheng turned off the camera and hugged Wu Suowei. A look of heartache etched in
his eyes, but he spoke with unrelenting cruelty.

"If you continue to get involved with him, I'll kill you!"

CHAPTER 247
After several days apart, Chi Jiali came to check on the situation.

The two little rascals hadn’t seen their mom for so long and were overly excited, running
around Chi Jiali nonstop, their little mouths chattering away like machine guns.

As soon as Chi Jiali saw them like this, she knew they definitely hadn’t been having a
good time here. Honestly, what good could two men raising kids produce? A few days
might be okay, but over time, who has the patience? So in Chi Jiali’s view, it was already
pretty respectable that Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei hadn’t sent Dou Dou and Quan Quan
back.

“Do you want to go home with Mom?” Chi Jiali deliberately asked.

Unexpectedly, Dou Dou and Quan Quan’s joyful faces immediately wilted.

“Mom, I don’t want to go back.”

“Me neither.”

“Let us play here a few more days.”

This caught Chi Jiali off guard. At first, she worried about the kids, worried that the two
guys were mistreating them here, crying and begging to go home. She was even debating
at home whether to continue making the kids suffer—what if they absolutely refused?
Would she have to stop the plan midway and try something else?

But in the end, these two were quite considerate, not wasting words with Chi Jiali,
unanimously expressing their desire to hold their ground.

A pang of sourness rose in Chi Jiali’s heart, but she neither nodded nor shook her head.

The two kids then began tugging on Chi Jiali’s arms, persistently begging until Chi Jiali
finally nodded in agreement.

“All right, all right, this is what you asked for, so don’t blame me if you suffer. If you
can’t take it, you stay here and rest.”
Dou Dou said, “We haven’t suffered at all, Uncle’s been so good to me. Look, he even
bought me a pair of crotchless panties with lace.”

Then he lifted one little leg for Chi Jiali to see.

Chi Jiali, not sure what she was thinking, grew even paler after seeing them.

Quan Quan added, “Slowly, their place is really interesting. They have super large
wooden eggs, and big vibrating JJs. Oh, and I even picked up a JJ cover from Uncle’s
room. With this on, no need to worry about getting pee on your hands anymore.”

He then took out the little bird and showed Chi Jiali the stretchy, size-adjustable, elastic
pleasure ring.

Chi Jiali’s face immediately turned purple. She quickly grabbed and threw away this
“dirty thing.” Gritting her teeth inside, she thought, these two little rascals are way too
shameless, just tossing around such things carelessly?

Just as she was cursing, Dou Dou and Quan Quan tugged at Chi Jiali and said, “Mom, we
also learned a performance.”

Chi Jiali had a bad premonition.

Dou Dou and Quan Quan took their places immediately. Quan Quan wore a pair of little
sunglasses, Dou Dou sat across from him.

“First, introduce yourself,” said Quan Quan.

Dou Dou earnestly said, “My name is Dou Dou. I’m three years old, ninety-six
centimeters tall, and weigh seventeen jin. I hope everyone supports me, likes me, thank
you.”

Hearing this, Chi Jiali momentarily relaxed—it was just a normal performance.

Quan Quan pushed his big sunglasses up his nose and continued asking Dou Dou, “Do
you usually make love often?”

Dou Dou deliberately hesitated a moment, then whispered, “Pretty often.”

Chi Jiali couldn’t help but be shocked, thinking she misheard. But listening to the
following dialogue between the two little troublemakers, she realized it was true and felt
instantly confused.

“When was the last time you made love?”

Dou Dou pretended to think and said, “Four days ago.”

“Describe it.”

“Huh?”

Not a single detail was missed, and the scene was vividly reenacted.

Dou Dou made a dark face and asked, “Are you deliberately avoiding this question?”

Quan Quan stood with hands on hips, in a very stern tone.

“No!”

Dou Dou covered his dark face with his little dark hands, two fingers forming a small
gap, and big eyes peeking shyly through, pretending to be bashful.

“Fierce.”

Chi Jiali’s emotions also shifted intensely.

Then Quan Quan asked Dou Dou to rate the other person. Dou Dou excitedly showed a
thumbs-up right in front of Chi Jiali’s eyes. Everyone said together: “One hundred
points.”

Quan Quan asked again, “What’s the most sensitive part?”

Dou Dou pouted his little butt, buried his head in the sheets, and with difficulty pointed a
finger at his soft little anus. Because of his young age and poor coordination, he couldn’t
hold the pose long and tumbled over on the bed, giggling for quite a while.

Chi Jiali’s head was buzzing—this was definitely a nightmare!

After a moment of stunned silence, Chi Jiali grabbed a kitchen knife, put on a stern face,
and stormed into Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei’s bedroom.

“Chi Cheng, I’m coming for you!”

Wu Suowei had just come out of the bathroom. Seeing this scene, he quickly rushed from
behind and stopped Chi Jiali just in time, trying to reason with her kindly, “Jiali sis, let’s
talk this through, why bring a weapon?”

Chi Jiali turned her head and snapped, “Get away from me, or I’ll chop you too!”

Chi Cheng’s eyes showed restrained anger. He reached out and twisted Chi Jiali’s wrist,
then took the knife from her hand and threw it on the ground with a loud clang.

“Pick up the knife!” Chi Jiali shouted angrily.

Chi Cheng said sternly, “I’m afraid you’ll hurt yourself.”

Worried about the knife hurting Dou Dou and Quan Quan, Wu Suowei quickly picked it
up and, before returning it, warned the two kids, “Don’t fight, don’t scare the kids, talk
things out nicely.”

Then he slinked away to the kitchen to put the knife away properly and went to
interrogate the two little rascals.

Seeing Chi Jiali’s state, Chi Cheng was somewhat annoyed. “What’s wrong again? Are
we mistreating or abusing your kids? Have your kids lost weight or been harmed? Is it
really necessary to be so dramatic?”

Chi Jiali gathered her anger and bombarded Chi Cheng, “You’re despicable! You even
mistreat your own nephews!”

CHAPTER 248
At night, Chi Jiali called her husband who was abroad. After only a few words, she got
upset, then started nitpicking and complaining in various ways. Her husband quietly
listened and then asked, “Why does your temper always get so bad every time you come
back to China?”

Chi Jiali said, “Try dealing with the mess you made, your black skin would probably turn
white from stress!”

After saying that, she hung up the phone and angrily tossed it aside.

She sat by herself for a while, then picked up a mirror to look at herself. She didn’t blame
her husband for complaining; even she disliked herself. When she just came back, she
had been so elegant, so intellectual, so graceful! Any positive adjective to describe her
wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Now, just one negative word sufficed — crazy woman.

While she was fretting, Chi Yuanduan pushed open the door and came in.

“Did you pick up my grandsons?”

Chi Jiali replied irritably, “Picked them up. They’re playing with their grandmother.”

Chi Yuanduan didn’t ask how things were going or why his daughter looked so unhappy,
not even a word about family matters, but headed straight for his grandsons.
More than three hours later, just as Chi Jiali was about to rest, Chi Yuanduan came to
knock on her door.

“How did you get the kids back? Did they ask you to pick them up? Or did the kids not
want to stay?”

“Neither,” Chi Jiali’s indifferent eyes shifted toward Chi Yuanduan, and she said faintly,
“If I didn’t pick them up, you would have two more great-grandsons.”

Chi Yuanduan’s face changed slightly. “What do you mean?”

Chi Jiali covered her face with a blanket, annoyed, and said, “Go out. I’m tired and want
to rest early.”

“You have to tell me the situation clearly! If you don’t explain, how can I rest?” Chi
Yuanduan took the cup off her face.

Chi Jiali angrily slammed the bed. “Why are you so annoying?”

“Are your tricks all useless? Are those two really confronting you?”

Chi Jiali took a few breaths, calmed herself, then firmly looked at Chi Yuanduan.

“Dad, I advise you to give up. Those two really are a perfect match. No one suits them
better! Only that kind of top-notch person can keep your perverted son in check; anyone
else would be lacking. For the sake of your son’s stable sex life, and the safety of all
handsome men and beautiful women worldwide, you should be selfless and sacrifice your
son!”

Chi Yuanduan’s face darkened, and he spoke only after a long pause.

“So you mean you’re powerless?”

“Please forgive your unworthy daughter.”

“Did you follow the policy plan based on the materials I gave you?”

Mentioning Chi Yuanduan’s “manual,” Chi Jiali got mad, grabbed the book from the
drawer, and angrily smashed it on his hand. “Take it away! Not one sentence is reliable!”

Chi Yuanduan said solemnly, “You didn’t understand the essence.”

“I don’t understand! Thanks!” Chi Jiali pushed his hand away. “You keep it and study it
yourself. Maybe one day you’ll get inspired and write something deeper, so your son can
suddenly have a great enlightenment after reading.”
“No… daughter, listen to me…”

Chi Jiali pushed Chi Yuanduan out the door. “I have nothing to say to you.”

“The first two points were indeed a bit improper.”

“Now it’s too late to tell me this.” Chi Jiali pushed him out.

“The third point, reconsider the third point. If no…”

Bang! Chi Jiali slammed the door.

The two days since Dou Dou and Quan Quan left, Wu Suowei was all kinds of out of
sorts. Before having kids, he didn’t mind. Now that the noise and chaos were gone, and
the house was tidy again, Wu Suowei felt lonely.

He still had an English speaking practice app on his phone, and often practiced a few
sentences when free. Just when he started improving and could say a few sentences
fluently, the people he practiced with were gone.

After coming back from the construction site in the afternoon, Wu Suowei boredly played
with his phone in his office, flipping through Dou Dou and Quan Quan’s photos again
and again.

After the scare, Jiang Xiaoshuai went out for the first time, and it was Guo Chengyu who
brought him to Wu Suowei’s company. He absolutely refused to drive anymore.

Even so, Jiang Xiaoshuai was still a little scared at the “haunted” intersection.

Hearing the office door open, Wu Suowei looked up to see Jiang Xiaoshuai come in and
immediately stood up.

“Where did you run off to that night? I waited over two hours. I called you but you didn’t
answer. You didn’t even tell me and just turned back. I thought something happened.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai remembered sweating nervously that night but didn’t say it outright,
afraid Wu Suowei would laugh at him. After all, no one believes in ghosts.

“I really had an urgent matter that night and couldn’t tell you. I hurried home.”

Wu Suowei angrily said, “Then you should have called me later!”

“You were busy, right? I didn’t dare bother you.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled and took Wu Suowei’s phone to play with it.

“Hey, whose kid is this?” He pointed at Quan Quan.

A smile appeared on Wu Suowei’s handsome face. “That’s the black and white twins I
told you about. This one’s the younger brother, Quan Quan. He also has an older brother,
Dou Dou. Scroll down, the next photo shows him.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai swiped and saw a pitch-black photo with only two rows of teeth floating
in the air.

“Oh my god!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai almost dropped the phone.

Wu Suowei laughed so hard he almost fell over before stopping and said, “That’s the
little black one. I took the photo at night. Pretty black, huh?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai wiped cold sweat off and nodded. “Very black.”

Wu Suowei flipped through several more photos for Jiang Xiaoshuai until daytime photos
appeared. Jiang Xiaoshuai immediately thought the kids were adorable. He couldn’t help
but look twice, laughing more and more, regretting he hadn’t met Wu Suowei and taken
the cute babies home for a few days.

He looked through the photos again, and when he saw the photo with the rows of teeth,
Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly thought of something, and his smile stiffened.

Wu Suowei was still lost in his longing and didn’t notice Jiang Xiaoshuai’s expression
change.

“Dawei,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said softly.

Wu Suowei snapped out of it and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“That night you told me to come to the company. Where were you waiting for me?”

“At the intersection east of our company!” Wu Suowei slapped his thigh. “I was carrying
the kid chasing after you! You didn’t see me?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai tentatively asked, “Which kid were you carrying?”

“Dou Dou! Didn’t I tell you?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai: “…”

Wu Suowei noticed Jiang Xiaoshuai’s odd expression and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai brushed his face with his hand, forced a ‘nothing’ and said nothing.

Actually, things were bad — he had lost several bottles of liquid because of the scare.

They were silent for a moment. Wu Suowei suddenly sighed.

“A few days ago at my house, those two kids kept whining to eat this and that. I
stubbornly didn’t buy it. Now I regret it so much. If they were still with me, I’d treat
them with good food and drinks every day!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked, “They went back to China?”

“No, their mom picked them up.”

“Why don’t you just buy the stuff and send it over? It’s not far anyway.”

Wu Suowei frowned, “I’m too ashamed to go!”

“A while ago, you were still pretending with Chi Jiali over dinner. So soon you’re
ashamed?”

“I’m not ashamed to see Chi Jiali, I’m ashamed to see those two kids.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai snorted, “You’ve been stingy for ages. I say the kids got used to it. You
just boldly send the stuff over; maybe you can recover some image.”

“It’s not about stinginess at all.”

Wu Suowei got anxious and spilled the truth about shooting a GV (gay video).

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s casual eyes instantly focused sharply. His face almost touched Wu
Suowei’s nose, afraid he couldn’t hear the rest.

“Really filmed?”

Wu Suowei stepped back three feet. “What do you want to do?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said nothing but laughed nonstop, making Wu Suowei’s whole body
covered with goosebumps.

After Jiang Xiaoshuai left, Wu Suowei struggled for a while but couldn’t resist the ache
of missing them. Carrying two big bags of snacks, he drove to Chi Yuanduan’s house.
After the guard checked Wu Suowei’s ID, he quickly walked into the villa.

But the two kids didn’t show up, only Chi Jiali appeared, wandering out.

“Why are you here?”

Wu Suowei said, “I want to see Dou Dou and Quan Quan.”

Chi Jiali snorted, “Here to ‘teach’ again?”

Wu Suowei’s face turned bright red with embarrassment.

Chi Jiali wiped the smile off her face and made her stance clear.

“Don’t wait for me to invite you. Get lost from under my nose immediately!”

No sooner had she spoken, Dou Dou and Quan Quan suddenly appeared from
somewhere, hopping and calling at the door.

Wu Suowei waved the bag at them and shouted, “I brought you snacks!”

Dou Dou and Quan Quan were about to rush over but were stopped by Chi Jiali and the
nanny. Then they struggled hard and cried, shouting for “auntie.”

Wu Suowei’s nose ached. He shouted loudly, “Don’t cry, the snacks are all here.”

Before he finished speaking, Dou Dou and Quan Quan were carried inside, and Chi Jiali
followed.

Wu Suowei told the guard, “Please deliver these two bags of snacks inside later.”

The guard glanced at the snack bags and said to a handyman nearby, “Buy a new batch
exactly like what’s in these bags later.”

Then he stood upright again, as if he hadn’t seen Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei stood there stunned for a long time, finally dragging his stiff legs and
leaving.
 CHAPTER 249
In the evening, after work, Chi Cheng strode out of the office building just like usual,
under the scrutinizing gazes of a few women at the entrance. Just as he was about to call
a car, he spotted Wu Suowei not far away. Surprised, he quickly walked over to him.

“Why didn’t you say anything before coming?”

Wu Suowei kicked some stones by the roadside, silent and unresponsive.

Chi Cheng saw Wu Suowei’s droopy, dejected look and knew something must be wrong.

“What’s up?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei still said nothing; the space between his two sharp eyebrows formed two
suppressed curves of frustration.

Chi Cheng placed his large hand on the back of Wu Suowei’s neck, leaned down slightly,
looked Wu Suowei in the eyes closely, his tone filled with an unimaginable gentleness.

“What’s really going on? Tell me.”

Wu Suowei’s throat felt blocked; he struggled for a long time but couldn’t get a single
word out.

“Let’s get in the car first, we can talk at home if there’s something,” Chi Cheng said.

“I don’t want to go back. Walk with me outside. How long has it been since we last went
for a stroll?”

After saying that, Wu Suowei turned and started walking; Chi Cheng had no choice but to
follow.

Because of his gloomy mood, Wu Suowei said little all along. As night fell and they
reached a large bridge, with few people around, Wu Suowei suddenly poked Chi Cheng
at his waist.

Chi Cheng’s gaze flicked down; Wu Suowei’s expression was indifferent, as if nothing
had happened.

Looking further down, Chi Cheng saw Wu Suowei’s hand hanging by his pants, and
immediately understood. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he grabbed
Wu Suowei’s hand and continued walking.

A breeze blew, feeling much cooler.

Chi Cheng suddenly recalled two years ago, the first time he held Wu Suowei’s hand—
how sweaty it had been. Back then, Wu Suowei had gripped tightly, determined to snatch
Chi Cheng away. Now, he still held tight, determined not to let anyone else take him.

There is a kind of possessiveness that makes one drown and cannot extricate oneself.

They walked a long way and reached a quiet street corner. Only then did Wu Suowei tell
Chi Cheng the frustration in his heart, but out of principle, he did not mention the guard.

Chi Cheng pulled Wu Suowei into his arms, kissed his cheek sideways, and said,
“Sending them stuff is us showing goodwill. If they don’t accept it, that just means
they’re ungrateful. We won’t get upset over this, got it?”

Chi Cheng’s tone was easygoing, but his gaze cutting through the night was as hard as
rock.

Wu Suowei broke free from Chi Cheng’s arms with a relaxed smile.

“I’m not upset anymore. Honestly, without you, this little thing wouldn’t have bothered
me for more than ten minutes.”

Chi Cheng patted Wu Suowei on the forehead with a tone neither light nor heavy and
said, “Then you better be upset a little longer, at least so I can see it.”

Wu Suowei smiled slightly, looking especially charming under the deep night.

Since they were out, Chi Cheng pulled Wu Suowei to walk around the mall.

Wu Suowei picked out a pair of shoes but thought they were too expensive.

“You try them first,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei slipped them on casually, walked a few steps, found them a little awkward,
and said, “Seems a bit off.”

A store clerk nearby reminded, “That’s because you didn’t tie the laces.”

Wu Suowei hadn’t planned to buy them anyway, so he had no patience to tie the laces.
Just as he sat down to take them off, Chi Cheng lifted his leg onto his knee. With a few
quick moves, Chi Cheng tied the laces and patted Wu Suowei’s butt: “Try walking
again.”

This time, Wu Suowei walked and immediately felt the shoes fit well. Looking in the
mirror, he looked really stylish.

Looking down, the neatly tied laces made him reluctant to undo them.
Looking up again, Chi Cheng was already at the checkout counter.

A female clerk asked Wu Suowei, “Is that your brother?”

Wu Suowei was momentarily stunned, then gave a perfunctory nod.

The clerk’s voice was soft and sweet, “How nice, I wish I had a brother like that.”

Wu Suowei smiled, “You can imagine it.”

“…”

Walking out of the mall, Wu Suowei suddenly remembered something, his sharp gaze
sweeping to Chi Cheng.

“Where did you get the money?”

Earlier he’d been too distracted by the shoes to notice this suspicious detail.

Chi Cheng casually said, “Saved up. The ten bucks you gave me, I didn’t spend a cent.”

“Bullshit!” Wu Suowei’s eyes gleamed fiercely. “With just that pocket money, even if
you saved for half a year, you couldn’t afford a pair of shoes!”

Chi Cheng said again, “Just got paid.”

“When did you get paid? How come I don’t know? Was it just now? Have you been
secretly spending for days?” Wu Suowei interrogated while playfully punching Chi
Cheng.

Chi Cheng showed an innocent look, “Really just got paid. If you don’t believe me, call
Xiao Zhang.”

Wu Suowei didn’t buy it and kept beating Chi Cheng.

“Stop it!”

Chi Cheng shouted angrily, trying to scare Wu Suowei off, but it didn’t work and he only
got more punches. He trapped Wu Suowei’s neck in his arm, grinned fiercely showing his
teeth.

“You dare hit me in public? You looking for trouble?”

Wu Suowei fearlessly retorted, “You can trouble me, but you have to hand over this
month’s salary in full.”
As they were having fun, seven or eight luxury cars drove over. Out came a bunch of
young guys. Wu Suowei spotted Gangzi, who was walking toward them with a square-
faced man, arm in arm.

Wu Suowei waved at Gangzi.

Gangzi was surprised, “You guys are here too?”

Only then did the guys walking with him notice Chi Cheng and came over to greet.

These were good brothers of Chi Cheng, who often drank and played cards with him
before. Since Chi Cheng got together with Wu Suowei, their contact had decreased. Even
if there were dinners, Chi Cheng declined; parties and dances were even rarer. So some
of them hadn’t seen Chi Cheng in a long time.

“Big Young Master Chi, who’s this?” A man pointed at Wu Suowei.

Chi Cheng pulled Wu Suowei into his arms and proudly said, “He’s my man.”

The square-faced man teasingly said, “Switched again?”

“What do you mean switched again?” Gangzi gave him a sideways glance. “They’ve
been together for two years.”

The square-faced man couldn’t believe it, “Two years without changing?”

He sized Wu Suowei up from head to toe, then glanced at his butt and smiled, “That
makes sense. If it were me, I wouldn’t want to change either.”

He reached out to grab it, but Gangzi stopped him.

He didn’t understand because the previous ‘man’ of Chi Cheng was fair game to touch
and mess with. Chi Cheng even said publicly that as long as he nodded, anyone could.

“Not even a touch?”

Gangzi whispered in his ear, “This one’s really off limits.”

“Oh, getting serious now?” The square-faced man was surprised. “Wasn’t Chi Young
Master only with that Wang… Wang something?”

“That’s old news,” Gangzi patted his shoulder hard. “This one’s way more serious.”

Hearing that, the square-faced man quickly put his hands in his pockets.
Some oblivious guy teased Chi Cheng, “Lend me your man for two days, that big eyes
and big butt is really tempting.”

As soon as he said that, he got a hard punch right in the face, pushed back several steps.
Before he could steady himself, Wu Suowei swept his ribs with a kick. New shoes,
kicking someone like the wind — so cool.

Wu Suowei wasn’t messing around. He’d disliked this guy from the start. Ever since Chi
Cheng introduced him, this guy kept sneaking side-eyes at him, his smug attitude was
really irritating.

Actually, this guy wasn’t bad; he’d just developed the habit of looking sideways since
childhood, looking at everyone like that. He’d driven Chi Cheng for three years before
Gangzi took over, and was Chi Cheng’s closest contact then.

The side-eye guy was howling after Wu Suowei’s beating, begging Chi Cheng for help.

“Chi Young Master, don’t you care?”

Chi Cheng smiled faintly, “I really can’t help.”

Then he lit a cigarette for someone, smoked while watching with interest.

Wu Suowei’s few moves were especially slick, like a wild leopard, completely different
from the pitiful little guy who’d been on Chi Cheng’s shoulder earlier. He was like this:
endlessly tolerant of Chi Cheng’s family, but if anyone crossed a line with him
personally, he’d definitely make them pay twice.

Chi Cheng’s deep gaze locked on Wu Suowei’s handsome and domineering figure,
completely mesmerized.

With just a few simple moves, Wu Suowei made it clear to everyone that Grandpa Wu
was not someone they could fool with.

After the fight, Chi Cheng helped the side-eye guy up, squeezed Wu Suowei’s shoulder
hard, and laughed, “Well done!”

Then he waved to the others, grabbed Wu Suowei’s arm, and left.

 CHAPTER 250
At night, just as Wu Suowei lay down on his bed, his phone rang.

Whose number is this? After hesitating for a moment, Wu Suowei quickly answered.

A young boy’s voice came from the phone, making Wu Suowei instantly excited.

“This is Dou Dou. Mom isn’t home. I secretly called you.”

Wu Suowei hurriedly replied, “I know, I know.”

Dou Dou continued, “Tomorrow afternoon, Mom will go to Aunt Xiao’s house. Her
place is at Xinwang Community, Building 3, Unit 2, Room 602. I’ll make Mom and Aunt
buy some food for me. When they go out, you come find me, okay?”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Wu Suowei quickly agreed. “Say the address again. Xinwang
Community, which unit, which number... uh...”

Before Wu Suowei could hear the reply, the call from Dou Dou was cut off.

Chi Jiali held the phone and, after seeing the number, shot a stern look.

“Well, well, you’re not even grown up, but your schemes are pretty big!”

Dou Dou pouted, looking very aggrieved. “It’s you who forced us apart, making us miss
each other but unable to meet.”

Chi Jiali’s face darkened angrily.

“I just don’t get it. What’s so good about him that you guys miss him so much?!”

Dou Dou said, “His eyes are big and bright, and they sparkle.”

Children’s worlds are always so straightforward yet hard to understand.

Before Chi Jiali could say anything, Quan Quan, sitting nearby, spoke up.

“He’s especially good to us.”

Chi Jiali snorted coldly, “You’ve only been there a few days. How good can he really be
to you?”

“He always lets us sleep with them. Even if we wet the bed every day, he never scolds us.
He saves all the good food for us and often eats what we leave behind, never thinking
we’re dirty.”
Chi Jiali’s expression changed slightly. Her impression of Wu Suowei was still stuck on
the arrogant attitude he showed at that meal before, so of course she didn’t believe Quan
Quan.

Impatiently waving her hand, she said, “Enough, enough, stop talking nonsense. Go back
to your own rooms and sleep.”

Wu Suowei was still thinking about the address Dou Dou mentioned — Xinwang
Community... which building? It seemed to be three, so Building 3... Unit 2... As for the
room number, he really hadn’t caught it clearly, but no matter. The earlier info was
detailed enough; once there, he could just knock and ask.

Just as he was thinking this, Chi Cheng pushed the door open and came in.

Wu Suowei smiled and said, “Dou Dou called me just now.”

“What did he say?” Chi Cheng asked casually.

Wu Suowei said, “He said tomorrow he and his mom will go to Aunt Xiao’s. He’ll send
his mom away and then I can go see him. Can you believe these kids nowadays? Just
three years old and already playing these tricks. When I was three…”

Chi Cheng opened Wu Suowei’s bag, casually rifled through it, and pulled out a
supermarket receipt. His expression changed.

“Hey, are you listening to me?” Wu Suowei called out beside him.

Chi Cheng quietly put the receipt away and turned to Wu Suowei with a hum.

The next morning, after finishing his work, Chi Cheng drove to his parents’ home.

No one was home. The guard was sitting in the security room, leisurely playing on his
phone. Next to him were piles of snacks, all sent by Wu Suowei and already partly eaten.
In his hand was a chocolate bar taken from the pile.

Chi Cheng pushed the door open. The guard looked surprised when he saw him.

“You are…”

The previous guard who had lost track of Dou Dou had been fired by Chi Yuandan. This
new guard wasn’t very familiar with Chi Cheng yet, only guessed he must be the leader’s
son because he resembled Chi Yuandan a little.

Chi Cheng said nothing, expression serious, took out a snack bag and matched each item
with the shopping receipt.
After checking with another guard, this guard confirmed this was Chi Cheng, then smiled
and tried to get friendly.

“Pick whatever you want to eat. It wasn’t me who bought these anyway.”

Chi Cheng’s sharp gaze landed on him as he quietly asked, “What do you want to eat?”

“What do I want to eat?” The guard was stunned. “I... I want to eat everything.”

Chi Cheng smiled coldly, sending a chill through the guard.

“Then eat this.” Chi Cheng pointed at a large bag of braised donkey meat.

The guard quickly shook his hand. “I can’t eat this. I had lunch already. Just some snacks
will do.”

Chi Cheng raised his chin, signaling for him to eat.

The guard stared at Chi Cheng for a moment but was finally subdued by his imposing
aura and reluctantly ate half a piece.

“I can’t eat anymore.”

Chi Cheng said expressionlessly, “You ate it.”

The guard knew he was in trouble. Chi Cheng didn’t ask him to eat out of kindness — he
definitely disliked him and was deliberately making things difficult. He’d heard about
Chi Cheng’s ruthless methods; even the old Chi respected him.

To suffer less, the guard forced himself to swallow the remaining half piece.

After finishing, his stomach was completely full, but Chi Cheng still ordered him to eat
more.

The guard pleaded with a bitter face, saying eating more would make him sick.

Chi Cheng ignored him.

The guard then ate a bag of cakes, feeling like it was choking him.

Chi Cheng still told him to keep eating.

This time the guard refused no matter what. Chi Cheng grabbed his throat and forced the
food down. By the end, the guard’s eyes were wide open, and his hands desperately
clawed at Chi Cheng’s shoulders.
Chi Cheng punched his stomach; the food he just ate all came back up.

The guard held his stomach in pain.

He thought it was over, but Chi Cheng brought out another bag of wafers and told him to
eat more.

“Chi Young Master, I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t eat during work. I won’t do it
again.”

Chi Cheng said just one word.

“Eat.”

Seeing the look in his eyes, the guard quickly took the wafers and kept eating.

After eating to the point of being stuffed, Chi Cheng punched him again. The guard
vomited tears. He was close to kneeling, begging, “You can hit or scold me all you want,
just don’t make me eat anymore, okay?”

The answer was: No. He had to finish everything in the bags.

This guard was just unlucky. Wu Suowei always bought full portions and well-packed
stuff. Though the two big bags didn’t look heavy, when picked up, they were very heavy.

The guard vomited repeatedly after eating, even bile came up. His face went pale and
legs weak.

Chi Cheng grabbed his neck, eyes piercing his blurry pupils.

“There are things you can afford to eat, and things you can’t. Learn to tell the difference.”

Then he threw him onto the place he vomited earlier, not even bothering to clean up.

In the afternoon, Wu Suowei drove to Xinwang Community according to Dou Dou’s

address. He found Building 3, Unit 2, and took the elevator to the sixth floor. There were
three households after exiting the elevator. Wu Suowei rang each door, but only one was
answered. The door opened to an elderly lady who looked at least seventy.

“Excuse me, is there a Ms. Xiao living here?”

The old lady shook her head. “No.”

Wu Suowei asked again, “What about the two neighbors?”

“The house opposite is the Wang family; the other one moved away long ago.”
Wu Suowei was puzzled and went downstairs. Maybe he heard wrong? It was definitely
Building 3, but maybe not Unit 2? So he knocked on every door of Unit 1 and Unit 3 as
well but got the same result.

Strange. Could it not be this community?

Wu Suowei pulled out his phone and searched all the nearby communities. When he saw
“Xinwang Community,” his eyes froze. Dou Dou was only five years old and could
easily mispronounce; maybe it was this “Xinwang Community.”

Thinking this, Wu Suowei immediately got in the car and drove there.

Dou Dou and Quan Quan were playing at Aunt Xiao’s house. Suddenly Dou Dou said to
Chi Jiali, “Mom, I want to eat candied hawthorn.”

Chi Jiali impatiently said, “There isn’t any.”

“Go buy me a stick.”

Chi Jiali scowled, “There aren’t any candied hawthorns around here. We’ll talk about it
when we get back.”

Dou Dou insisted, tugging at Chi Jiali’s clothes, “I want to eat it, I want to eat it.”

Soon Quan Quan joined in with the same demands.

Aunt Xiao said, “I remember if you go east past this street and turn, there’s a shop under
the second overpass. Not sure if it’s still open though, I haven’t bought there for a long
time. You go look for it. The kids are only here for a short time, can’t even satisfy such a
small request?”

Chi Jiali couldn’t resist the kids’ nagging and got up to go outside.

Aunt Xiao asked anxiously, “Do you know the way?”

Chi Jiali replied lightly, “I’ll just guess!”

“Forget it, I’ll go with you.”

Before leaving, Aunt Xiao worriedly asked, “Is it okay to leave the two kids at home
alone? Should we take them along?”

“No need,” Chi Jiali said casually. “I often leave them alone.”

“Alright, it’s not far anyway.”

After they left, Dou Dou and Quan Quan immediately started having fun. Quan Quan
said to Dou Dou, “Let’s go to the window and see if Auntie has arrived, okay?”

Dou Dou clapped his small hands, “Okay, okay!”

The two kids walked to the window, but since it was too high, neither could see outside.
Dou Dou brought a stool, carefully climbed up and poked his head out.

“Can you see?” Quan Quan asked.

Dou Dou held the window frame tightly, leaning forward.

“Nope.”

Quan Quan said, “Then come down quick, don’t want you to fall.”

“I’m not afraid!” Dou Dou, showing off, let go of the grip. “Look, I don’t even need to
hold on… wow…”

Before he finished speaking, Dou Dou suddenly fell down with a thud.

CHAPTER 251
Wu Suowei encountered a traffic jam on the way and only arrived at Xinwang
Community after nearly half an hour.

At this moment, there were already seven or eight onlookers gathered at the foot of
Building 3.

Wu Suowei parked his car by the roadside and walked over, full of doubt.

“Is that really a child?”

“It’s so dark, I can’t see clearly. At first, I thought it was a trash bag hanging there.”

“Look, look, that kid is still kicking his legs!”

“Is that even a real person? Why so dark? I see another kid by the window. Is that his
toy?”

“...”

Following the crowd’s gaze upward, Wu Suowei’s eyes widened immediately. At the
sixth floor of Unit 2, a child who looked like Dou Dou was stuck on the security grille.
Quan Quan also stretched both little arms outside but couldn’t reach Dou Dou, crying
anxiously.

Wu Suowei had no time to think and quickly ran into the building. Seeing someone in the
elevator, he chose to take the stairs. While rushing upstairs, he called the fire department
for help.

By the time the call ended, Wu Suowei had already reached that household and kicked
the door twice but couldn’t break it open. Aunt Xiao had locked the door from inside to
prevent the kids from running around. Quan Quan was small and weak and too scared to
open the door, so in desperation, Wu Suowei ran to the neighbor’s house.

Luckily, someone was home, and after hearing Wu Suowei’s words, they immediately
opened the door for him.

At the same time, Chi Jiali’s car slowly entered the community.

Wu Suowei stuck his head out from the neighbor’s balcony and saw that only Dou Dou’s
shoulders and above were stuck in the gap of the security grille, the rest of his body was
hanging in the air. Although Dou Dou’s dark skin made it hard to see his facial
expression, Wu Suowei could tell from the crying that he was having trouble breathing
and that prolonged like this could cause suffocation.

Ignoring the neighbor’s advice and protests, Wu Suowei climbed out the window of that
house without any protective measures, carefully moving his feet closer to Dou Dou.

At that moment, Chi Jiali also rushed into the house and went to the window to reach out
to pull Dou Dou. But because the position was too low and the child was stuck tightly,
Chi Jiali couldn’t muster the strength to pull him out, only able to watch her son cry with
a strained face.

What to do? Chi Jiali was sweating with anxiety.

Just then, the so-called Spider-Man suddenly appeared before her. However, he lacked
the agility of the Spider-Man legend and moved clumsily and laboriously.

Chi Jiali was stunned seeing Wu Suowei dangling barehanded from the sixth-floor
exhaust fan, crossing a span of more than a meter relying only on a ventilation pipe.

Since Chi Jiali couldn’t pull Dou Dou up, Dou Dou’s emotions flared up even more. His
little arms, which had been holding the railing, began to wave wildly, and his legs kicked
uncontrollably.

With a sudden “wah” sound—

Chi Jiali’s pupils contracted sharply as Dou Dou’s one shoulder slipped off the railing,
leaving only half a shoulder still stuck. If he wasn’t grabbed in time, only his head would
remain stuck, which would be even more dangerous.

The fire department still hadn’t arrived, and Chi Jiali could only pin her hopes on Wu
Suowei.

Wu Suowei was only two steps away from Dou Dou. At such a moment, no accidents
could be allowed.

So he moved closer while trying to calm Dou Dou down.

How do you say “stay calm” in English?

A vague phrase flashed through Wu Suowei’s mind, and he loudly shouted to Dou Dou:
“Get-down!”

Chi Jiali’s face turned green instantly.

“It’s ‘Calm down,’ not ‘Get down.’ Damn it, ‘Get down’ means to jump down!!”

Wu Suowei almost loosened his grip from his own slip of the tongue. Even worse, Dou
Dou’s little shoulder slipped down further. Chi Jiali, who couldn’t pull him out, was
watching helplessly as Dou Dou struggled violently, apparently following the “jump
down” command with all his might. Only his head remained stuck now.

At this rate, Dou Dou would fall soon.

Wu Suowei almost leapt over the last two steps. The moment he grabbed the railing, the
entire security grille shook violently. Dou Dou’s body swung heavily. Taking the risk,
Wu Suowei bent down and pulled Dou Dou out in one go.

At that moment, only half of Dou Dou’s head was stuck in the grille — if Wu Suowei
had been a moment later, he would have fallen.

Chi Jiali sighed in relief but couldn’t help breaking out in a cold sweat for Wu Suowei.

Aunt Xiao brought an iron hammer to try to break the grille.

But because the distance was too far and the force hard to control, a slight miss would put
Dou Dou in even more danger. So they could only wait it out like this.

Time passed second by second. Dou Dou’s crying gradually grew softer. Wu Suowei
vaguely felt that Dou Dou’s head was already deformed from being squeezed by the
grille. If he wasn’t rescued soon, serious consequences might follow.
But the fire department still hadn’t arrived.

Wu Suowei adjusted his posture, looping one arm around Dou Dou and grabbing the
railing with the other hand. He reached for the hammer and began hitting the iron bars
with all his might.

Each hit shook the security grille violently, and Wu Suowei had to exert even more
energy to support the weight of both of them. With every inch the grille gap widened, the
risk of falling increased.

Finally, the grille bars bent, the gap enlarged to the width of a child. Wu Suowei gently
lifted Dou Dou out of the window, and Chi Jiali caught him excitedly.

But Wu Suowei was already exhausted, unable to keep hitting. He could only hang
outside, waiting for the fire department.

At this moment, an ambulance arrived first. Chi Jiali had to hurry and put the child onto
the ambulance. Before leaving, she looked at Wu Suowei and said, “I’m going first. Take
care of yourself.”

Wu Suowei urged, “You should go quickly.”

Chi Jiali got into the ambulance, anxiously asking about the child’s condition while
calling Chi Cheng.

“Where are you?”

“At the office.”

After hearing the situation, Chi Cheng hung up immediately.

As the ambulance drove off, Chi Jiali glanced out the window and saw Wu Suowei
hanging there motionless. Her mood became very complicated.

After Chi Jiali left, only a crowd of strangers remained around Wu Suowei.

Perhaps due to exhaustion or suddenly realizing the danger, Wu Suowei’s arms began
uncontrollably shaking. He tried moving to relieve the pressure on his arms, but one foot
stepped on the bent iron bar hammered earlier. He lost balance and slipped, his whole
body dangling.

The crowd gasped in shock.

Wu Suowei gripped the railing with both hands desperately, his whole body suspended in
midair, supported only by his hands. He tried to swing his body and kick the wall with his
feet to climb back onto the grille. But he was too drained to complete such a difficult
move and could only hang there painfully.

He prayed for the fire truck to arrive soon.

A minute passed, and Wu Suowei was struggling. His arms bulged with veins from the
strain. One hand was clutching the deformed iron pipe, which had cut a deep gash. The
wound was deepening and bleeding fast, staining Wu Suowei’s face and shoulder red.

Though people at the window tried to pull him, they could only assist; the main strength
came from Wu Suowei himself. If he let go, falling was very likely.

Blood mixed with sweat blurred Wu Suowei’s vision.

He couldn’t clearly see who was in front of him but mustered all his strength and said,
“The password to my little vault is 842506. Only told Chi Cheng… alone.”

The man pulling Wu Suowei felt ashamed — at a time like this, Wu Suowei was still
thinking about that little stash?

Chi Cheng’s office wasn’t far, but traffic was seriously jammed. The fire truck was stuck
inside, while Chi Cheng ran over directly. The firefighters had already gotten out of their
truck and were carrying equipment, rushing up, but Chi Cheng arrived five minutes
earlier.

Downstairs, Chi Cheng didn’t stop, running straight up to the sixth floor.

Wu Suowei was now barely conscious, head buzzing, holding on by sheer willpower.

Chi Cheng leapt out from the neighbor’s window and quickly climbed toward where Wu
Suowei was hanging.

“Baby, hold on a little longer.”

Wu Suowei couldn’t see anything, but in his eyes flashed Chi Cheng’s calm and resolute
face.

His lips trembled as a primal roar burst from his chest, pushing through the last two
seconds.

Chi Cheng grabbed him tightly.

Without any tools, Chi Cheng smashed the railing wildly with his fists, his astonishing
power scaring the man watching at the window. A large hole suddenly appeared, and Wu
Suowei was pushed inside.
Chi Cheng hadn’t even stood steady before rushing downstairs with Wu Suowei in his
arms.

Wu Suowei’s bloodstained face almost brought tears to Chi Cheng’s eyes.

At this time, three firefighters arrived at the third floor but were knocked flying by Chi
Cheng rushing down, nearly tumbling from the third floor to the first.

Actually, Wu Suowei was not badly injured, just fainted temporarily from exhaustion and
tension.

After trembling for a long while, he barely managed to say:

“Hurry to my car and take out my bank card. I just told them the password.”

CHAPTER 252
Both of Wu Suowei’s hands were injured. The left hand had only minor scratches. The
right hand was worse — pierced by an iron piece and required over a dozen stitches.
From cleaning the wound to finishing the bandage, Wu Suowei remained unconscious
until the next morning.

When he woke up, he saw Chi Cheng sitting cross-legged on the nearby single bed, his
complexion a little gloomy — probably because he hadn’t rested well the night before.

“Feeling better?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei felt only soreness in his bones and mild pain in his palms, nothing else.

“Not bad, just no energy in my body.”

Chi Cheng gave him a half-angry, half-teasing look, his tone laced with sarcasm.

“Good thing you have no energy. If you had, you’d probably still be out there being a
hero while injured, huh?”

Wu Suowei smirked, “If it were someone else’s kid, I wouldn’t bother either. But that’s
your nephew! And it was because I climbed out the window. If anything had happened,
I’d have been guilty twice over.”

Chi Cheng showed no expression, but inside he was quite touched. Taking such a risk
was hard for him to accept. After it was done, he dozed off half-conscious and dreamed
that Wu Suowei had let go. Waking up drenched in cold sweat, seeing Wu Suowei
unharmed beside him brought indescribable relief.
Luckily, this guy was really lucky — hanging outside a window so long and still strong
enough to get annoyed at Chi Cheng’s grumbling.

Chi Cheng smiled and pinched Wu Suowei’s cheek, saying, “Alright, you’ve saved our
family’s big hero. On behalf of all eighteen ancestors, I thank you.”

Hearing that, Wu Suowei felt instantly comforted.

“How’s Dou Dou? Have you been to see her?”

Chi Cheng said, “That kid’s tough! After all those scans at the hospital yesterday, no
problems at all. Except for some skin scraped off his neck and shoulder, the rest of him is
fine.”

“I’m worried he might have psychological scars,” Wu Suowei said.

“A three-year-old doesn’t remember much. He was shaking nonstop when we took him to
the hospital last night, but this morning he was running around everywhere.”

Wu Suowei breathed a quiet sigh of relief, then asked Chi Cheng, “You didn’t sleep well
last night, did you?”

“It’s not that I didn’t sleep well. I didn’t sleep at all,” Chi Cheng replied. “You kept
tossing and turning, hitting the wounds, then crying every time. How was I supposed to
sleep?”

“I cried?” Wu Suowei couldn’t believe it.

Actually, it was all Chi Cheng’s imagination. He thought Wu Suowei would cry when
touching his wounds, so all night long he kept his hands away from them. Whenever Wu
Suowei made a big movement, Chi Cheng was the first to protect both his hands. So Wu
Suowei actually slept soundly all night without even frowning.

Wu Suowei looked worried with both hands wrapped in bandages.

“Both hands are out of commission. So inconvenient!”

Chi Cheng grinned, “I can help you scratch.”

Wu Suowei angrily kicked Chi Cheng, “Who told you that?”

“Stop messing around.” Chi Cheng put Wu Suowei’s leg back down. “Just rest well.”

“You should sleep a bit too,” Wu Suowei said.

“No rush, I’ll sleep when I get home.”

Wu Suowei thought for a moment and said to himself, “Should be able to get discharged
this afternoon.”

Chi Cheng interrupted, “Not yet.”

“What’s the point of staying here? I don’t have any broken bones or internal injuries, just
some skin wounds. Jiang Xiaoshuai took care of me. Back when I had so many head
injuries, after Jiang Xiaoshuai treated me, there wasn’t even a scar left.”

Chi Cheng chuckled, “That’s because you were practically dead meat. How could there
be scars?”

“I don’t care. I’m not staying here. I want to go home,” Wu Suowei insisted.

Chi Cheng was firm, “You can’t leave now.”

“Why not?”

Chi Cheng said, “They haven’t come to the hospital to thank you yet. How can you
leave? You stay here until they come. If they don’t come, you stay here forever!”

Wu Suowei grew anxious, “Staying here costs money! Spending so much just for some
polite words, what a waste!”

“You’re too naive.” Chi Cheng flicked Wu Suowei’s forehead. “Leaving now would
really be a loss.”

Wu Suowei’s expression froze, then he suddenly understood and his mouth curved into a
grin.

“You’re so mean! So ruthless! You’d scheme even against your own family! Your
parents worked so hard their whole lives, and they raised you into an ungrateful wolf!”

But Wu Suowei loved this big ungrateful wolf. He rubbed his sharp chin against Chi
Cheng’s shoulder for a while, looking so smug and playful.

Chi Cheng said, “You risked half your life for them, so I’ll let them pay a bit. That’s
fair.”

Early that morning, Dou Dou fussed in the ward but was later carried by his grandmother
to another room to sleep. Chi Jiali took Quan Quan out to buy lunch and asked him on the
way, “Did you call Wu Suowei only after your brother fell from the window?”

Chi Jiali had always been puzzled why Wu Suowei happened to be there when Dou Dou
got stuck.
Now, Quan Quan had no choice but to admit.

“No, we contacted auntie in advance, planning to get you guys to leave, then secretly
meet him. After you left, we went to check if auntie was at the window, and then my
brother fell.”

No wonder... at this point, Chi Jiali had nothing more to investigate. Why the two kids
insisted on seeing Wu Suowei was clear — from how he risked his life to save Dou Dou.

After buying lunch and returning, Chi Jiali told Zhong Wenyu, “Mom, please watch the
kids. I’m going over to see how things are.”

Zhong Wenyu nodded, “You should. He saved your son. You have to thank him
properly.”

“Are you coming?” Chi Jiali asked.

“Go ahead. When you come back, I’ll see the situation,” Zhong Wenyu said.

Chi Jiali nodded and walked out.

At this moment, Wu Suowei was having Chi Cheng scratch his itch.

“Little higher... a bit more... yes, that’s it, a bit harder... so comfortable... my leg’s itchy
too, the left one... lower down...”

Chi Cheng was puzzled. Usually your hands are fine; how come you’re itchy now?

He crawled his fingers to Wu Suowei’s inner thigh and scratched. Wu Suowei bent over,
squeezing his legs tight, laughing and begging, “Itchy, itchy, stop it.”

They were having fun when Chi Cheng’s phone rang.

Wu Suowei finally got a chance to catch his breath. The earlier fuss had made him sweat.

“Which ward are you in?” Chi Jiali asked.

Chi Cheng gave her the room number and hung up.

Wu Suowei asked, “Who was that?”

“My sister.”

“Already here?” Wu Suowei quickly lay back and said, “Cover me with the blanket.”

“You just said you’re hot?” Chi Cheng asked.

“Even if I’m hot, I have to keep covered!”

He gave Chi Cheng a playful look.

Chi Cheng just wanted to poke out those two big charming eyes of his.

Chi Jiali came into the room carrying some supplements, seeing that Wu Suowei’s
complexion was very different from usual.

“Feeling better?” she asked.

Wu Suowei forced a smile, “Much better.”

Chi Jiali frowned slightly, “Why are you sweating so much?”

Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng had been goofing around for a while and then covered with a
thick quilt. Could he not sweat?

Chi Cheng said, “He’s scared.”

Chi Jiali tensed up, quickly asking, “Not recovered yet?”

“How could he recover so fast?” Chi Cheng gave a perfectly judged look of complaint.
“He acted first and thought later. Now he realizes how scared he was. Last night, don’t
know if he was dreaming or awake, crying and yelling the whole night.”

Chi Jiali’s expression changed, and she glanced at Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei shivered and sweated, struggling to say, “Don’t listen to him, I’m just hot.”

Saying this honestly in front of Chi Jiali, she still didn’t quite believe him.

“I don’t know what to say. I really owe you,” Chi Jiali said guiltily. “If it weren’t for you
yesterday, I don’t know what would have happened.”

“Don’t say that! I promised the kids first, that’s why they got you to leave. Otherwise,
none of this would have happened.”

Wu Suowei guessed Chi Jiali had asked Quan Quan about the details. Instead of
pretending to be selfless and saintly, he decided to be honest and appear more genuine.

His sincerity made Chi Jiali feel even more guilty.

“Before, I didn’t let you see the kids or accept your kindness, that was my fault. Please
don’t take it to heart. Consider our building your second home. The kids all miss you. If
you ever get a chance to vacation abroad, you can stay at my place. I’ll treat you like a
brother.”

Hearing this, Wu Suowei’s eyes filled with tears. He wished he could just live at Chi
Jiali’s house now.

Chi Jiali worried about the kids, so she didn’t stay long.

“I’m going now. Take care.”

She gave Wu Suowei a faint smile and left.

Wu Suowei’s heart warmed from Chi Jiali’s smile, and he couldn’t help but sigh, “Your
brother-in-law’s really lucky.”

Chi Cheng replied quietly, “My sister controls the money.”

Wu Suowei’s heart instantly turned cold.

CHAPTER 253
When Chi Jiali returned to Dou Dou’s hospital room, Chi Yuanduan happened to be
there, tightly holding his grandson’s little hand, unwilling to let go, afraid that if he did,
the child might fly out the window again.

Zhong Wenyu asked Chi Jiali, “Have you seen him? How’s the situation over there?”

At those words, Chi Yuanduan’s nerves immediately tightened.

“Not very good,” Chi Jiali sighed. “Much worse than Dou Dou. Both hands are wrapped
in bandages, and the doctor said he got more than a dozen stitches. His body is quite
weak and he often breaks out in cold sweat.”

Zhong Wenyu couldn’t help but sigh, “Don’t even mention him, just thinking about it
makes me break out in cold sweat.”

“That’s why I think it’s necessary for you to go see him. Although Chi Cheng is there,
you two elders are still the seniors. Your presence would show sincerity.”

“Of course we have to go!” Zhong Wenyu said. “Such a big matter, it wouldn’t look right
if we didn’t go! Not only that, but we have to pay the medical bills and give some extra
compensation. Whether he wants it or not, we have to show our intentions.”
Chi Yuanduan snorted coldly from the side, “We’ve already paid the medical bills, why
give compensation? If it weren’t for him, would our grandson have jumped out the
window?”

“You…” Zhong Wenyu was helpless. “In such cases, people avoid responsibility all the
time! The fact that he was willing to hang outside the sixth floor to save the child is
enough. Look at how petty you are!”

“I’m not petty!” Chi Yuanduan retorted irritably. “He’s Chi Cheng’s friend. It’s only
right he’d help save our grandson!”

“Why right? If something had happened, what good would being friends do? Even
brothers wouldn’t dare take that risk! Nowadays, if someone helps without expecting
anything, you should be grateful!”

Chi Yuanduan stayed silent with a stern face.

Chi Jiali couldn’t help but cut in, “So, are you going or not?”

Zhong Wenyu said, “Of course! I’m going to buy some things now.”

Chi Jiali looked at Chi Yuanduan again.

Chi Yuanduan pretended not to see. After Zhong Wenyu pulled him, he said with a hard
face, “If you want to go, go. I’m not going!”

“You old man!”

Zhong Wenyu gritted her teeth angrily.

Chi Jiali sighed and said to Zhong Wenyu, “If my dad doesn’t want to go, forget it. It’s
the same if you go alone.”

Zhong Wenyu glanced sideways at Chi Yuanduan and then left with a grim face.

Not long after Zhong Wenyu left, Chi Yuanduan brought Dou Dou over to Chi Jiali and
said, “I have to go to work. Take good care of the child.”

On the surface, Chi Jiali said nothing, but inside she thought, how long can he keep
pretending like this?

Sure enough, just as Zhong Wenyu reached the hospital building, Chi Yuanduan’s car
pulled up.

“You said you wouldn’t come?” Zhong Wenyu asked deliberately.

Chi Yuanduan said, “I’m not here to see him. I’m here to find Chi Cheng!”

To save face, Zhong Wenyu said nothing. The elderly couple went inside carrying their
things.

Wu Suowei was eating meat in big bites. Hearing Chi Cheng’s parents had arrived, he
immediately asked Chi Cheng to take away the meat and bring some reserved thin
porridge and small dishes instead. He also asked Chi Cheng to open the window for
ventilation and sprayed plenty of air freshener to quickly remove the smell of meat in the
room.

When Zhong Wenyu and Chi Yuanduan came in, Wu Suowei was lying on the bed
looking listless and without appetite.

“How’s the situation?” Zhong Wenyu asked Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng’s face was grave as he casually replied, “It’s alright.”

Those four words made Wu Suowei’s condition sound much worse than it actually was.

Seeing Chi Yuanduan and Zhong Wenyu, Wu Suowei forced himself to sit up but
struggled and failed.

“Don’t try to get up, lie down quickly.”

Zhong Wenyu immediately pressed him down and said, “Sorry you’re suffering.”

“It’s what I deserve,” Wu Suowei smiled.

Zhong Wenyu said, “I don’t know what you like to eat, so I just bought some random
things.”

“You’re too polite.”

Seeing the untouched thin porridge on the table, Zhong Wenyu asked, “Are you about to
eat lunch? Then eat first, and after you finish, auntie will chat with you.”

Wu Suowei weakly smiled, “I already ate.”

“Hey, that bowl of porridge is still full.” Zhong Wenyu was puzzled.

Chi Cheng said, “He has no appetite at all. I persuaded him for a long time just now, but
he didn’t take a bite.”

“That won’t do! You’re so seriously injured; you need to recover well!” Zhong Wenyu
looked concerned. “Are you scared?”
Wu Suowei didn’t answer.

Chi Cheng said, “He’s timid.”

Chi Yuanduan snorted coldly in his heart. Timid? No one’s braver than him!

Zhong Wenyu told Wu Suowei again, “Don’t slack off with eating and drinking. Auntie
will give you some money to buy good food and take care of yourself!”

“No, absolutely not!” Wu Suowei weakly refused. “If you get me things, I already feel
guilty enough. You can’t give me money too!”

Zhong Wenyu insisted, “This is the goodwill from us old folks.”

She glanced at Chi Yuanduan, silently urging him to say something.

Chi Yuanduan stayed expressionless. “Don’t worry, even if I don’t say anything, they’ll
take it.”

Sure enough, Chi Cheng said, “It’s a bit of goodwill from my parents. It’ll be hard for
you not to accept it.”

Wu Suowei kept saying, “No, can’t take it,” repeatedly.

Chi Cheng added, “Mom, seriously, his hands are so injured. Even if you gave him
money, he can’t take it!”

“How about you hold it for him first?” Zhong Wenyu still didn’t quite trust Chi Cheng.
“Don’t swallow it yourself!”

Chi Cheng said, “Don’t worry!”

“I have a box full of tens waiting for me to pull out. How could I care about a few tens of
thousands from you?”

Seeing the time, Zhong Wenyu said to Chi Yuanduan, “Maybe we should go now so we
don’t disturb Xiao Wu’s rest.”

Chi Yuanduan paused, then looked at Chi Cheng.

“You’re staying here all the time? Not going back to work?”

“If I go to work, who’ll take care of him?”

Chi Yuanduan said, “Aren’t there doctors and nurses here? I’ll arrange another nurse
later, you can go do whatever you need!”
“No need to arrange another nurse. This is enough.” Wu Suowei looked at Chi Cheng
with sympathy. “You should go to work. I’m fine alone.”

After saying this, he signaled Chi Cheng with his eyes to lead his parents out first.

Near the door, Wu Suowei suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, hands raised, teeth
gritted, face in pain.

“Oh no, what happened?”

Zhong Wenyu and Chi Cheng hurried over to help him.

Wu Suowei explained with unsteady breath, “I was just about to go to the bathroom but
lost my footing.”

Zhong Wenyu’s expression changed. She whispered to Chi Yuanduan, “Really, how can
you still go to work? Look at him, both hands wrapped in bandages. How’s he supposed
to relieve himself? No matter how many nurses you find, they can’t help him take off his
pants!”

Chi Yuanduan snorted coldly and turned to walk away.

Zhong Wenyu told Chi Cheng, “Your job these days is to take good care of him. If
anything happens, I’ll hold you responsible!”

Then she smiled at Wu Suowei, “Auntie is leaving. You take good care of your injury.”

“Alright, auntie, take care.”

Chi Cheng carried Wu Suowei back onto the bed, frowned, and asked, “Did you hurt
yourself falling?”

Wu Suowei shook his head but hurriedly urged Chi Cheng, “Quick, bring out the rest of
that meat, or it’ll get cold.”

Just as he had eaten two pieces, the door knocked again.

Damn! Wu Suowei was startled, thinking maybe someone had come back.

“Who is it?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s voice came from outside.

“I’m here!”

Wu Suowei breathed a sigh of relief and signaled Chi Cheng to continue feeding him.
Jiang Xiaoshuai came in with Guo Chengyu and immediately went to the bedside, lifting
the blanket gently to check Wu Suowei’s wounds.

“Tsk tsk… these injuries aren’t light! The cost of acting this scene is pretty high!”

Wu Suowei was smiling at first but darkened immediately at that remark.

“What acting?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai leaned close and whispered into Wu Suowei’s ear, “Didn’t you do this
whole hero rescue scene just to win over Sister Jiali?”

Wu Suowei was indignant, “Am I really that shameless? To hang outside the sixth floor
just for something so small?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled, “I’m just teasing.”

Then Jiang Xiaoshuai stared at Wu Suowei for a while with a disgusted expression.

“Why does your hospital gown look so ugly?”

Wu Suowei was unconcerned, “How nice can a hospital gown be? Aren’t they all like
this?”

“No, yours is especially ugly.”

The word “especially” was emphasized heavily.

Chi Cheng went to throw away the dishes, leaving Guo Chengyu alone in the room. Wu
Suowei glared at his hospital gown and then looked at Guo Chengyu.

“Is my hospital gown really that ugly?”

Guo Chengyu said, “Not very nice anyway.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai added, “Wearing it, you especially look like an idiot.”

Wu Suowei grew increasingly annoyed. As soon as Chi Cheng came back in, he said,
“Hey, when you go home later, bring me two sets of clothes. This hospital gown is too
ugly.”

“Why do you need to look so good in the hospital?” Chi Cheng said harshly. “Be
uncomfortable and endure it. You can deal with it when you get home.”

Wu Suowei retorted angrily, “What’s wrong with you getting me two sets? I have to live
here, so I need clothes to change!”
Chi Cheng said, “If I leave, what will you do?”

“It’s not far from here to home. I’ll be back before you know it. What’s there to worry
about?”

Before Chi Cheng could answer, Jiang Xiaoshuai spoke up.

“How about Guo Zi goes with you to get the clothes? He’s got nothing to do all
afternoon.”

Wu Suowei perked up, “Great idea! Then you go with him too! You’ve got good taste.
Help me pick some nice clothes. With so many staff coming to see me, I need to keep a
good image.”

He gave Chi Cheng a sly glance. Seeing no objection, he handed over the keys to Jiang
Xiaoshuai.

Outside the door, Jiang Xiaoshuai and Guo Chengyu exchanged smiles.

CHAPTER 254
Jiang Xiaoshuai and Guo Chengyu started rummaging through every drawer and box at
Chi Cheng’s house, looking for the ultimate GV that Jiang Xiaoshuai had coveted for a
long time. Ever since Dou Dou and Quan Quan moved in, Wu Suowei had sorted all
those adult DVDs and secretly transferred them onto Chi Cheng’s portable hard drive,
which he carried 24/7.

But the GV that Chi Cheng filmed for Wu Suowei hadn’t been organized yet — or rather,
Chi Cheng hadn’t finished editing and post-production before Wu Suowei was
hospitalized.

Jiang Xiaoshuai flipped through items while asking Guo Chengyu, “Hey, don’t you think
it’s a bit unethical for us to sneak around stealing DVDs while he’s still in the hospital?”

Guo Chengyu replied casually, “What’s unethical about it? We’re not doing anything
heinous. Just appreciating it quietly, no one’s spreading it around.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai thought it over and agreed: if they found it, they’d watch it; if not, no big
deal.

After searching a while longer with no luck, Jiang Xiaoshuai started to suspect, “Do you
think Chi Cheng never burned those onto DVDs? Maybe he just kept them on the
computer?”
“No way,” Guo Chengyu said firmly. “He always burns things onto discs once they’re
done.”

While searching, Jiang Xiaoshuai glanced at Guo Chengyu and suddenly felt something
was off. It was understandable if Jiang Xiaoshuai wanted to watch Wu Suowei’s tapes —
they were good buddies after all, so curiosity about his sex life was natural. But what was
Guo Chengyu up to? Why did it seem like he was even more eager than Jiang Xiaoshuai?

“Guozi,” Jiang Xiaoshuai called.

Guo Chengyu was staring intently at something, lost in thought, and didn’t hear him.

Annoyed, Jiang Xiaoshuai stepped up and slapped Guo Chengyu.

“What shady idea are you cooking up?”

Squinting, Guo Chengyu replied calmly, “I’m thinking about where Chi Cheng would
hide such an important DVD.”

“I’m asking you, why are you so obsessed with Da Wei’s GV?”

Guo Chengyu said, “I’m trying hard to find it because you want to see it. Didn’t I tell
you? Whatever you want, I’ll do my best to get it for you.”

“Get lost!” Jiang Xiaoshuai wasn’t that easily fooled. “You just want to see Da Wei
yourself!”

“Why would I want to see him?” Guo Chengyu gave Jiang Xiaoshuai’s butt a playful
pinch. “He’s not as flirtatious as you are…”

Jiang Xiaoshuai ground his teeth in frustration and turned away.

Actually, Guo Chengyu wanted to see Chi Cheng.

After a while, Guo Chengyu suddenly had a thought.

“Hey, Shuai Shuai.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai pretended not to hear and kept walking away as Guo Chengyu called
again.

“I know where Chi Cheng hid the DVDs.”

At this, Jiang Xiaoshuai immediately darted back.

“Where?”
Guo Chengyu’s explanation was sharp and confident: “First we need to figure out
something — do you think Chi Cheng knows we’re here stealing DVDs?”

That was a question worth thinking about.

“I think,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said cautiously, “he probably doesn’t know Da Wei told me
about this, so he has no suspicion toward us.”

“You’re too naive,” Guo Chengyu said. “Even if Wu Suowei didn’t tell him the GV was
leaked, he should have guessed Wu Suowei would spill it.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was confused, “Why?”

Guo Chengyu smiled faintly, “Because Wu Suowei is as much a chatterbox as you are.”

“Damn!”

Guo Chengyu quickly calmed Jiang Xiaoshuai down. “Listen, if he knew we were
coming, he’d definitely prepare defenses. If you had to hide something, where would you
hide the DVD?”

“On my person.”

“Would you really put such an obvious thing on your person, just inviting others to take
it?”

“Isn’t the most dangerous place the safest place?”

Guo Chengyu nodded. “True, but the most dangerous place isn’t on his person.”

“Where then?”

Guo Chengyu smiled. “In the computer.”

He walked to Chi Cheng’s computer, popped out the DVD drive, and pulled out a disc,
waving it in front of Jiang Xiaoshuai.

That guy’s slick! Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t help admiring silently. So damn clever!

He eagerly let Guo Chengyu put the disc into the drive.

But a password prompt popped up.

“Damn, it needs a password!!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai complained, but Guo Chengyu wasn’t surprised — such private stuff
naturally needed protection.

So the two started racking their brains to crack the password.

Every password they tried was rejected as invalid. Using software to crack it was too
slow and risked corrupting the files.

Guo Chengyu fell into deep thought.

Then a deeply embarrassing password popped into his head.

He hesitated, but tried it.

It worked.

Guo Chengyu’s face instantly turned pale.

Jiang Xiaoshuai, clueless, asked, “Hey, what’s the password?”

Guo Chengyu gave a casual answer to brush him off, but the real password was: “I want
to fuck Jiang Xiaoshuai”…

Chi Cheng, you definitely did that on purpose!

Guo Chengyu had a bad feeling but still clicked play.

Soon, Chi Cheng’s face appeared on screen, giving a sly grin to the camera.

“I knew you two would come back for this tape. Now it’s in my hands.” Chi Cheng
shook the disc. “If you’ve got the guts, try to pull it out of the screen!”

Pull it out… Pull it out… Jiang Xiaoshuai was so pissed his face turned purple.

“Damn, he’s messing with us!”

Guo Chengyu said nothing.

Jiang Xiaoshuai punched Guo Chengyu’s shoulder twice in anger. “You’ve got to find a
way to get back at him, he’s so damn annoying!”

“Getting back at him? Easy.”

Guo Chengyu smiled coldly and took out his phone.

Soon, he made a call.

“Shuo Shuo? It’s Guozi. Got some ‘good news’: Wu Suowei’s injured and in the hospital.
Hurry and tell your brother to call and comfort him… A rare opportunity, think about
what your brother should say.”

After hanging up, Guo Chengyu said to Jiang Xiaoshuai, “Let’s go pick out some clothes
for Wu Suowei!”

“Chi Cheng messed with us that bad, and we’re still helping Da Wei pick clothes?”

“Yes, not just helping, but picking the flashiest stuff.”

So Guo Chengyu and Jiang Xiaoshuai took the clothes Chi Cheng only allowed Wu
Suowei to wear at home and brought them over.

Wu Suowei had been waiting at the hospital for a long time, had even taken off his
hospital gown, but Jiang Xiaoshuai and Guo Chengyu hadn’t arrived yet.

“Go hurry them up,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng said with a serious face, “It’s just a few clothes, is that really necessary?”

Wu Suowei said, “If they don’t bring clothes, I’ll have to be naked.”

“If you want to look so vain, then be naked. You look better naked than in any clothes.”

Wu Suowei was about to argue when the door opened and Guo Chengyu and Jiang
Xiaoshuai walked in.

“Why so slow?” Wu Suowei asked.

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “You’ve got way too many clothes; I have to pick one by one.
Look, how about these two?”

Wu Suowei glanced down and was stunned — those were his favorites, very stylish and
guaranteed to turn heads on the street.

Unexpectedly, Chi Cheng immediately said, “Those clothes won’t do!”

Wu Suowei was annoyed, “What’s wrong with them? You bought them for me, and now
you won’t even let me wear them? Who does that? I’m wearing them!”

He sat up and told Jiang Xiaoshuai to put the clothes on him.

Because Guo Chengyu was there, Chi Cheng didn’t dare interfere too much and just
stood by with a dark expression.
After Jiang Xiaoshuai helped Wu Suowei dress, he exclaimed, “Damn, you’re not here to
be hospitalized! You’re here for a date!”

Guo Chengyu egged him on, “Who’s coming to see you? All dressed up like this!”

“I don’t want to be so flashy; you two insisted on picking these clothes for me!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai smiled mischievously, “You asked me to pick two nice outfits. Do you
think I’d bring second-rate stuff? What if some important person comes to see you? How
could I let you lose face?”

Wu Suowei grinned.

After Guo Chengyu and Jiang Xiaoshuai left, Chi Cheng’s eyes swept over Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei looked especially upright and sharp-featured in those clothes — heroic,

charming, like a real star.

Every time Chi Cheng saw Wu Suowei dressed like this, he felt a strong desire to fuck
him, so he never let Wu Suowei wear those clothes outside.

“Look at you, you slut!” Chi Cheng bit out the words.

Wu Suowei retorted angrily, “It’s just the two of us here in the ward. Whatever I wear,
it’s for you to see, isn’t it?”

Chi Cheng’s chest instantly flared up.

Outside, the sky hadn’t fully darkened yet, and footsteps echoed intermittently in the
hallway. Chi Cheng pressed down on Wu Suowei, holding his injured hands, biting
fiercely and eagerly on Wu Suowei’s ear and neck.

Wu Suowei struggled, breathing heavily.

“Stop it… stop it… the doctor’s coming soon…”

Chi Cheng ignored him and rubbed his arousal more aggressively.

Suddenly, Wu Suowei’s phone rang.

“Who is it?” Wu Suowei muttered instinctively.

Both his hands were injured, so Chi Cheng usually answered for him. This time, before
answering, Chi Cheng held the screen up to Wu Suowei.

It was Wang Zhen’s number.

Wu Suowei was startled. “This… this time it’s him calling first. It has nothing to do with
me!”

Chi Cheng’s cold gaze locked on Wu Suowei. With a thumb swipe, he answered the call.

Wang Zhen’s deep voice came from the phone.

“I’m in Macau now. I’ve booked the ticket. I’ll visit you at the hospital tomorrow
morning.”

No small talk, no greeting, no asking about the situation. Just stating where he was and
when he’d come… Obviously, someone had called him before.

Chi Cheng slowly hung up, looking at Wu Suowei with a sinister glare.

“Dressed like that, is it for me?”

CHAPTER 255
Under Chi Cheng’s murderous glare, even though Wu Suowei was innocent in his heart,
he still lost his confidence.

“It’s… it’s for you to see!”

Chi Cheng said nothing. His body stood like an iron statue by the window, radiating a
cold aura.

Wu Suowei cautiously asked, “What did he say?”

“He said he’ll come see you tomorrow.”

Chi Cheng’s voice was as light as cotton fluff, but it hit the ground like a thunderous
clang.

Wu Suowei immediately panicked, “This must be a misunderstanding! I never called her.

How could he possibly know I’m sick?”

“Are you saying I called him?” Chi Cheng’s anger gathered sharply around his brow
bones. “I’m the one who called him, asking him to come see you?”

“No! I mean someone is scheming behind the scenes! He must want to cause trouble,
seeing how well we’re doing, purposely trying to ruin things!” Wu Suowei struggled to
defend himself.
Chi Cheng slowly moved to the bedside, looking down at Wu Suowei with a
commanding gaze.

“Why does he pick Wang Zhen to cause trouble? Why is Wang Zhen so easily provoked?
One phone call and he flies directly from Macau here? Do you know how many friends
Wang Zhen has worldwide? How many days a year he’s busy traveling? How can he
drop everything and rush here at the slightest hint?”

“If you didn’t have such a reputation, could anyone harm you?”

Chi Cheng’s final shout was so fierce it startled the passing nurse.

Wu Suowei was usually quite bold when arguing with Chi Cheng, but whenever it
involved Wang Zhen, he became flustered and angry, speechless even. And Chi Cheng
never gave him any room to breathe.

Chi Cheng strode onto the bed, almost punching a hole in the floor with his shoe.

“What are you doing? I’m telling you this is a hospital… ah!!”

Chi Cheng’s rough hand grabbed the front of Wu Suowei’s shirt, ripping it from the
collar all the way down to the hem with a loud tear. Buttons bounced and scattered on the
floor, like Wu Suowei’s trembling heart.

“Why are you tearing my clothes? Stop it!”

Wu Suowei looked at his beloved clothes being destroyed and anxiously tried to stop Chi
Cheng with his injured hands. Chi Cheng forcibly pinned them down and tore the shirt
off his body, shredding it into strips right before his eyes.

Chi Cheng’s anger shook Wu Suowei to the core.

Afraid but furious, Wu Suowei cursed and complained loudly.

“What kind of person are you? It’s just a phone call! Is it really necessary? You hate me
so much you tear my clothes? Those were bought with money…”

Before he finished, Chi Cheng was already tearing at him.

Despite Wu Suowei’s struggling, Chi Cheng bound his wrists above his head with
bandages. His strong legs pinched Wu Suowei like a bean sprout. His intense gaze burned
down on him as he bit into Wu Suowei’s throat.

Wu Suowei’s pained cries trembled uncontrollably.

“What exactly did you do with him while we were apart?” Chi Cheng demanded.
Wu Suowei’s face flushed red with anger. “What could I have done with him? My
mother was seriously ill then. Do you think I had time for that?”

Chi Cheng ignored all his explanations, as if he only asked to curse and vent his
resentment. No matter Wu Suowei’s answers, Chi Cheng’s anger never lessened.

“Did you let him fuck you?” Chi Cheng’s brows tightened fiercely.

Wu Suowei was humiliated, “You’re the one who fucked him!”

Just then, Chi Cheng yanked the hair between Wu Suowei’s legs hard enough to make his
pores open wide.

Wu Suowei’s neck lifted in pain, his flushed face burning hot.

“Did he touch you?” Chi Cheng’s fierce eyes glared.

Wu Suowei yelled back angrily, “He touched me, kissed me, fucked me — everything
you can think of happened between us! I’m a slut, whoever’s bigger than me can fuck
me!”

The words instantly distorted Chi Cheng’s face, making it look several times more
sinister. His hand strangled Wu Suowei’s neck, nearly choking him. Wu Suowei kicked
and cursed violently at first, but when Chi Cheng really got rough, he stopped struggling
and tilted his head back in despair.

Seeing Wu Suowei like this, Chi Cheng angrily removed his hand and twisted his head
around.

“Who are you making that ugly face for? You deliberately said those dirty words to
provoke me, and you still want to play the victim?”

“Who provoked whom first? Was what you asked me even human language?”

Wu Suowei grew more and more heartbroken as he spoke, his eyes filling with deep
bitterness.

“I just don’t understand. You clearly said you didn’t care about my past. I was with Yue
Yue for seven years, and you never minded. Why do you keep obsessing over Wang
Zhen?”

Chi Cheng said, “I’ll tell you why — because while we were apart, I was ready to die.
But you were still tangled with him.”

Chi Cheng had held this back for many days and finally unleashed it now!
“In my darkest days, weren’t you still involved with Wang Shuo?”

After saying this, Wu Suowei’s eyes reddened and he completely refused to look at Chi
Cheng.

But Chi Cheng forcibly grabbed Wu Suowei’s hair and made him look at him.

“Get out of my sight. I don’t want to see you anymore.” Wu Suowei struggled and
cursed, his voice thick with tears.

Chi Cheng bit roughly on Wu Suowei’s thin lips and chin, his teeth like blades scraping
every inch of tender skin, aggressively marking his territory.

“Don’t touch me… I fucking hate you…” Wu Suowei still acted stubborn.

Chi Cheng’s teeth moved down to Wu Suowei’s chest, biting from the cleavage all the
way to the nipples, focusing his biting and teasing there. Knowing how fragile the area
was, it bled slightly, reddened, swollen, trembling. The mix of numbness and intense
tickling made Wu Suowei moan helplessly.

“Mm… you bastard… uh uh…”

Chi Cheng’s claw-like hands mercilessly tormented Wu Suowei’s sensitive parts until
swollen, then slapped him hard. Wu Suowei immediately cried out in pain, clenching his
legs.

“Swear at me again!” Chi Cheng’s eyes widened fiercely.

Wu Suowei wailed miserably, “...bastard… go away…”

Chi Cheng forced Wu Suowei’s legs open again, slapping his hard member violently.
Before Wu Suowei’s pain faded, Chi Cheng harshly rubbed and pinched his folds and
perineum with rough hands.

“Swear again!”

The burning pain and maddening itching made Wu Suowei twist and dodge on the bed,
his hatred mixed with overwhelming desire, making his face strikingly captivating.

“...Not human… uh uh…”

In truth, the insults Wu Suowei spat out had already changed tone, taking on a different
flavor.

“No… no… ah ah…”

Chi Cheng plunged in deeply. Wu Suowei couldn’t hold back his excitement, crying out
lustfully, his face flushed with shame because of footsteps outside the ward.

When Chi Cheng’s long spear entered, Wu Suowei’s little asshole immediately
surrendered.

“Still swearing?” Chi Cheng slammed against Wu Suowei’s swollen nub.

Wu Suowei’s body trembled violently. His watery pupils and nearly broken face still
stubbornly resisted, but after Chi Cheng’s relentless assault, he finally collapsed.

“Ah ah ah… no more… don’t thrust…”

Chi Cheng showed no mercy as Wu Suowei gave in, pressing down and thrusting
fiercely. His tongue ravaged Wu Suowei’s neck and shoulders, making Wu Suowei’s
head shake wildly in sweat.

“Am I not controlling you anymore?” Chi Cheng demanded fiercely.

Wu Suowei shook his head, swallowing sobbing moans deep down.

Chi Cheng swept through him again, brutally fucking, eyes still red, demanding, “Not
rough enough?”

Wu Suowei’s body rocked and trembled violently, his desperate cries breaking through
his throat, begging “Enough.” But the more obedient he was, the harder Chi Cheng
fucked.

After a thunderous low roar, Wu Suowei completely collapsed onto the bed.

Chi Cheng pulled him up and held the phone in front of him.

“Call him. Tell him not to come tomorrow.”

Wu Suowei hoarsely asked, “Why don’t you tell him?”

“I want you to say it yourself!” Chi Cheng’s eyes glared fiercely.

Wu Suowei silently mocked Chi Cheng’s pettiness but still did as he was told, angry and
unwilling.
 CHAPTER 256
Three days later, Wu Suowei was discharged from the hospital, and Jiang Xiaoshuai took
over his dressing changes.

“Yo! That outfit looks nice! Where’d you get it?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.

Wu Suowei casually replied, “Don’t know, Chi Cheng bought it.”

“Tsk tsk...” Jiang Xiaoshuai smiled mischievously, “He even lets you wear such flashy
clothes out?”

“He doesn’t let me wear it, but I wear it anyway!” Wu Suowei’s face showed a tough
streak. “I’ve figured it out — the more I give in to him, the more he takes advantage.
Always looking for trouble! I’m fucked by one guy, can’t I at least be looked after by one
guy? What kind of cheap deal is that?!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled for a while, then said, “You gotta put yourself in his shoes.
You buy him dull-colored, plain clothes but won’t let him limit your style?”

Wu Suowei said, “That’s called understated luxury.”

“Luxury my ass!” Jiang Xiaoshuai scoffed. “You think I don’t know? All the clothes Chi
Cheng wears combined aren’t worth one piece of yours.”

“He’s got a different status from me. He’s a government official. Dressing flashy would
only bring investigation. Besides, it’s his own preference to wear dull colors, not me
forcing him.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “Even dull clothes can be fashionable. Why don’t you buy him a
set and see if he likes it?”

“Why should I buy for him?” Wu Suowei frowned. “He’s already eye-catching enough.
If he dresses like that, he’ll just go wild!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai stared at Wu Suowei for a moment, then softly asked, “Don’t you think
you’re eye-catching too?”

“I’m way better than him — at least I behave properly!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai made a teasing cough, and Wu Suowei, like a cat with its tail stepped on,
immediately jabbed his elbow into Jiang’s back, who quickly held him back.

“Cut it out, let’s get on with the dressing!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai methodically removed Wu Suowei’s bandages, cleaned and redressed
the wounds. Both remained silent during the process. Just as Jiang was about to wrap the
final bandage, Wu Suowei suddenly said,

“Anyway, I’m liking him less and less!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked, “Why?”

Wu Suowei hesitated for a while, unable to give a clear reason.

Jiang Xiaoshuai guessed tentatively, “Is it because he won’t let Wang Zhen visit you?”

“What?” Wu Suowei’s expression turned a bit awkward. “Whether he comes or not is a

minor matter.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes gleamed mischievously, “Minor? I don’t think it’s minor at all.”

“Go away...” Wu Suowei was visibly impatient. “I’m talking seriously here, why do you
bring that up?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai feigned innocence, “When did I bring that up? What un-serious thing did
I say?”

“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” Wu Suowei laughed to himself.

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t continue teasing and changed the topic back to Chi Cheng.

“So then, tell me, why don’t you like him?”

At this, Wu Suowei’s face darkened again.

“Take the night before last for example — the day you came to see me at the hospital,
Wang Zhen suddenly called saying he wanted to see me. Then he got agitated, said a lot
of nasty things, and insisted on doing it right there on the hospital bed! Damn, there were
footsteps at the door all the time, the more scared I was, the more excited he got! The
next day, when the doctor checked on me, even his gaze had changed!”

Actually, the footsteps that night were Guo Chengyu and Jiang Xiaoshuai. They hadn’t
seen the GV but weren’t satisfied, so they snuck a peek at a live version.

“Damn...” Jiang Xiaoshuai slammed the table, “That’s way too much! It’s a hospital, not
home. If someone saw that, it would be awful! Plus, you were injured, and he tortured
you so ruthlessly despite that.”

Wu Suowei had mostly forgotten about that incident, but Jiang Xiaoshuai’s words made
him unhappy again.
“This thing is really strange — how did Wang Zhen know I was hurt?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai forced a laugh, “You’re asking me? I don’t have Wang Zhen’s number.”

“It must be that Wang Shuo’s damn gossip!” Wu Suowei ground his teeth. “He’s the
worst. He must have told Wang Zhen those things on purpose to create misunderstanding
between me and Chi Cheng.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was peeling grapes but spoke with a guilty conscience, “Highly
possible.”

Wu Suowei suddenly felt suspicious again.

“Then who told Wang Shuo?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai got excited, accidentally flicked a grape which hit Wu Suowei’s crotch
perfectly.

Wu Suowei pushed Jiang Xiaoshuai’s head down onto his crotch, “Eat up, don’t waste.”

“Damn, you’re filthy!”

They joked around for a while, and Wu Suowei forgot his question. Jiang Xiaoshuai
breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

But Wu Suowei’s long reflex arc brought up an even more deadly question.

“Wait, were you the one who mentioned Wang Zhen first?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai nodded, “Yeah!”

Wu Suowei’s sharp eyes stared at Jiang Xiaoshuai, and he quietly asked, “How did you
know Wang Zhen called me, and that Chi Cheng wouldn’t let him visit me?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was speechless, “Uh… I heard it from Guozi.”

“Then how did Guozi know?”

“Surely Chi Cheng told him!” Jiang Xiaoshuai smiled awkwardly. “You haven’t
experienced how close those two are, right?”

Wu Suowei’s thoughts got distracted again by Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Did he show Guozi my GV too?”

“No way?” Jiang Xiaoshuai feigned terror. “Where did you put the GV?”
“In the clothes you brought me that day!” Wu Suowei said.

“...”

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s mind was racing wildly. So Chi Cheng must have guessed from the
start that Wu Suowei would use that trick to force him to get clothes, so he hid the disc
there! So close, really close! Jiang Xiaoshuai felt both regret and a strong sense of crisis.
No way, Guo Chengyu must practice being sharper! Chi Cheng is catching up fast!

While secretly grinding his teeth, Wu Suowei’s face suddenly leaned close under Jiang
Xiaoshuai’s eyes and quietly asked, “Hey, what are you thinking about?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai jumped, taking a moment to recover.

“I’m thinking… who really called Wang Zhen?”

After saying this, he almost slapped himself — why did he have to bring that up now!

“Figured it out?” Wu Suowei asked.

After frying billions of brain cells, Jiang Xiaoshuai finally lit up.

“I know! It’s Chi Jiali! Think about it — you saved Chi Jiali’s son, and she’s connected
to Wang Zhen… you get what I mean?”

Wu Suowei suddenly understood, “Makes sense.”

Chi Jiali was planning to return to the country and was busy packing these days. While
organizing her bookshelf, she saw Chi Yuanduan’s “Manual” again. She suddenly
remembered that day she locked Chi Yuanduan outside the door, and he kept begging her
to read the third rule again. Back then she was annoyed, but now it seemed pretty funny.

With some curiosity, Chi Jiali flipped through it a few more times.

The third rule was simpler than the first two — just two words: Stingy.

Is he stingy?

Chi Jiali recalled the lavish dinner she treated Wu Suowei to that day. And how Wu
Suowei bought delicious treats for Dou Dou and Quan Quan. Not stingy at all.

So she casually put down the “Manual” and continued packing.

In the afternoon, Chi Jiali brought Dou Dou and Quan Quan to say goodbye to Wu
Suowei.

Wu Suowei’s hand was healed, and he had been frequently wandering the construction
site these days. When Chi Jiali arrived, Wu Suowei was moving things with the workers,
wearing ordinary work clothes, front and back drenched in sweat. After finishing, Wu
Suowei grabbed a bottle of water from the ground and, drinking too quickly, spilled water
down his neck, losing all dignity.

At this moment, Chi Jiali remembered the good qualities Quan Quan praised in Wu
Suowei and felt they might be true.

Seeing Chi Jiali, Wu Suowei looked surprised and quickly walked over in a few strides.

“In this heat, what brings you here?”

Chi Jiali said, “We’re heading back in a couple of days, just came with the kids to see
you.”

“So soon?” Wu Suowei was surprised. “You’re back for a short visit, why not stay
longer?”

“The kids’ dad misses them, plus there’s a lot going on over there. They can’t stay here.”

Wu Suowei thought so too but felt reluctant to part with those two lively kids.

“I’ve been too busy to visit Dou Dou and Quan Quan these days. Where are they?”

Chi Jiali pointed to a car not far away, “I saw the construction and worried they might run
around and get into danger, so I told them to wait in the car.”

Wu Suowei nodded, “Besides, it’s too hot outside. Getting down could cause heatstroke.”

Chi Jiali smiled lightly, “So, got time? Want to go have some tea and cool down?”

“Of course!” Wu Suowei wiped sweat from his face. “You wait in the car for three
minutes. I’ll be right there.”

Then he quickly turned and ran toward the construction site, unloading parts brought by
the company with several workers. His hand, just a few days after stitches were removed,
carried over a hundred pounds of boxes back and forth.

Chi Jiali didn’t move, standing still and watching Wu Suowei finish his work. Sweat flew
as he ran towards her.
 CHAPTER 257
The two of them walked side by side toward the car.

Chi Jiali casually asked, “Why don’t you hire some temporary workers? It’s so hot, and
you’re still working alongside the laborers. What kind of general manager are you?”

“Hiring temps costs more money, doesn’t it? Besides, it’s unnecessary. These employees
are here for emergencies. When things get busy, there aren’t enough hands; when it’s
slow, they just hang around. I only help out occasionally.”

Chi Jiali smiled faintly, “You say you don’t have money to hire temps, but you have
money to hire inspectors and tasters? You say temps aren’t necessary but hiring more
than twenty bodyguards is?”

Wu Suowei covered his face with his hand, laughing shyly.

“Don’t tease me. I still regret that incident!”

Not just Wu Suowei—Chi Jiali felt embarrassed recalling her own pretentious attitude
that day.

“Is this entire construction site built by your company?” Chi Jiali asked again.

Wu Suowei was quite proud and pointed out with his hand.

“From the low building on the southernmost edge, the one with the red banner, all the
way to the oak we saw under construction just now. It’s over 100 acres, planned to be an
industrial park specialized in LED product research and manufacturing. Scheduled to be
finished by year-end, and our company headquarters will move here then.”

Chi Jiali shaded her eyes with her hand and glanced roughly, a smile curving her lips.

“Didn’t expect that! You’re pretty impressive.”

Wu Suowei chuckled, “All thanks to Chi Cheng.”

“You can say that in front of me, but better keep your mouth shut around others. You
know who might get back at you behind your back?”

Wu Suowei nodded quickly, “Don’t worry, I know better than that.”

When Wu Suowei was still about ten meters from the car, Dou Dou and Quan Quan
jumped off. Like two little planes, they ran straight at Wu Suowei, who caught them, and
they immediately began to romp around excitedly.
The four of them entered a café.

“Order whatever you want. It’s on me today,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Jiali ordered casually, then got two cups of milk for the kids, and handed the bill to
Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei glanced and saw even the cheapest coffee was over a hundred yuan a cup.
With that money, he could buy Chi Cheng two whole lamb legs! He immediately felt it
wasn’t worth it and waved his hand.

“I’m not used to this taste. Just bring me some plain water.”

Really stingy... Chi Jiali couldn’t help but think; the old master Chi really has a good eye
for people.

The two chatted while drinking.

Chi Jiali was curious. “Are you gay or bisexual?”

Wu Suowei found that hard to answer.

“I’m definitely not gay, but not necessarily bisexual either. I’m just so-so about men.
Deep down, I lean toward women. Before being with Chi Cheng, I had a girlfriend. Oh,
you know her — Yue Yue.”

Chi Jiali’s expression slightly changed; after Wu Suowei’s reminder, she remembered
and let out a cold laugh.

“So that’s her. No wonder you liked Chi Cheng.”

Wu Suowei was speechless.

Quan Quan sat next to Wu Suowei, drinking milk slowly, milk dribbling at the corners of
his mouth, looking up at Wu Suowei, “Auntie, you should have some too!”

Wu Suowei found Quan Quan’s little act adorable and couldn’t resist leaning down to
lick the milk off his mouth.

Dou Dou sat opposite, looking jealous, dipped his dark fingers into the milk and smeared
it all over his face. He shook his little head and squeezed next to Wu Suowei, vying for
attention, “Auntie, drink some of mine too.”

Wu Suowei was delighted and hugged Dou Dou, kissing his little face repeatedly, feeling
really reluctant to part.
Chi Jiali smiled faintly and asked Wu Suowei, “Don’t you want kids?”

“Well... it’s not something I can decide just like that.”

“Your parents don’t expect it?”

“My parents are gone.”

Chi Jiali’s expression changed. “Sorry, I didn’t know before...”

“It’s okay.” Wu Suowei seemed relaxed. “I’m used to it.”

“Do you have siblings?”

“No, just two older sisters, much older and married. We only see each other during
festivals now, not as close as when we were kids.”

Chi Jiali understood that well. She and Chi Cheng used to fight all the time, but they
couldn’t live without each other back then. After she moved abroad, they had less and
less contact. She used to think about him often, but after having kids, she was too busy to
even think.

Now she understood why Wu Suowei developed such a deep affection for Dou Dou and
Quan Quan after only a few days. At first, she thought Wu Suowei was pretending or had
ulterior motives, but now she knew otherwise. Kids can easily connect with others, and
such intimacy naturally awakens people’s fondness for family.

“Oh, how’s your hand? Let me see,” Chi Jiali said.

Wu Suowei shyly showed it. “It’s healed. There’s a small scar, you won’t notice it unless
you look carefully.”

Chi Jiali took out a tube of ointment from her bag and handed it to Wu Suowei.

“This scar removal ointment works well. A colleague of mine had surgery and had a
zipper-like scar, now it’s just a faint mark after using this.”

“Really that effective?” Wu Suowei was touched, unsure what to say. “I’ll take it then.”

After reluctantly saying goodbye to Dou Dou and Quan Quan, Wu Suowei hurried back
to the company.

After work in the evening, Chi Cheng came to pick up Wu Suowei.

On the way, Wu Suowei pleaded, “Take that road, take that road.”
Since construction began at Wu Suowei’s industrial park, he had changed his way home
just to pass by and look at the site every day. Even after working hard all day, he still
came at night to see how the buildings grew taller, lifting his spirits higher.

Chi Cheng glanced sideways at Wu Suowei, who was practically pressed against the
window, his big butt outlined attractively by slim-fit pants. Chi Cheng’s hand itched, and
he gave Wu Suowei a playful slap.

Wu Suowei immediately made a proud grunt and turned to glare angrily at Chi Cheng.

“What’s that for?!”

Chi Cheng looked straight ahead calmly, “We pass here every day. What’s there to see?”

Wu Suowei was unconvinced, eyes sparkling at the contractor’s prestigious name.

“This is all money! It’s my private paradise!”

Chi Cheng snorted, “You’re just building a wine pool, but inside it’s all watered-down
Erguotou liquor.”

Wu Suowei was embarrassed and angry, turned and punched Chi Cheng several times.

The car drove steadily. Wu Suowei’s eyes scanned and caught a black thread on Chi
Cheng’s crotch. Without a word, he hooked it with his finger and tugged hard.

Chi Cheng’s neck veins bulged, face grimacing.

Wu Suowei took the thread, then realized it wasn’t the right “material.” He quickly threw
it away, pretending not to know, his face burning red as they went home.

At night, Chi Cheng leaned against the headboard watching the news. Wu Suowei lay
between his legs, stacking documents on Chi Cheng’s lower abdomen to review — the
flattest spot around.

The little jealous one sneaked under Chi Cheng’s pillow, swallowing a small wooden
egg.

Wu Suowei quickly grabbed the little jealous one and fussed with it for a while, but it
didn’t spit out the wooden egg. Just when Wu Suowei was anxious, the big jealous one
came over and cuddled the little one, and as soon as it kissed it, the little one spit out the
egg.

...
Wu Suowei first looked sympathetically at the big jealous one, then angrily asked Chi
Cheng.

“I already put it away, why did you take it out again?”

Chi Cheng didn’t even raise his eyelids, expressionless as he stared at the screen.

Wu Suowei muttered a few curses, then locked the wooden egg in the cabinet.

When Chi Cheng’s eyes left the screen, Wu Suowei was already lying beside him.

“Why aren’t you lying on me anymore?” Chi Cheng asked.

Wu Suowei kept a straight face, “Don’t talk to me!”

“Come lie on me again!”

Chi Cheng liked Wu Suowei lying on him; whenever his eyelids drooped, he could see
Wu Suowei’s handsome face. With his legs around him, the other person was trapped.

Wu Suowei still ignored Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng snarled, grabbed Wu Suowei’s two armpits and pulled him into a hug. Wu
Suowei struggled fiercely, cursing, “Who told you to ignore me just now? Don’t try to
get close to me!”

Chi Cheng didn’t allow resistance and pressed Wu Suowei’s head against his chest,
locking his legs around him.

Wu Suowei struggled for a while, then gave up as his muscles relaxed. He crawled up a
bit, buried his face in Chi Cheng’s shoulder, sighing.

“Don’t bully me... I’m tired!”

“Tired? Whose fault is that?” Chi Cheng pinched Wu Suowei’s cheek playfully. “I got
someone to help you for free, but you insisted on chasing them away!”

Wu Suowei snorted, “You say free, but if they really work for you, would you dare not
pay?”

“Then serves you right!”

Wu Suowei shook his head hard, rubbing his face against Chi Cheng’s shoulder wildly.

Chi Cheng’s heart melted from the rubbing and soothed him, “Alright, alright. Next time
you have an emergency, just call me. I’ll come help.”
Upon hearing that, Wu Suowei immediately behaved.

Chi Cheng ground his teeth and pinched Wu Suowei’s chin, “So your husband can work
for free, right?”

Wu Suowei smiled toothily.

Chi Cheng tilted his head, stared at Wu Suowei deeply for a long time, then said, “I really
want to bury you in the ground.”

Uh... Wu Suowei’s mouth twitched. Where did that come from?

Chi Cheng continued, “So in autumn, many of you can grow. One stays at home as my
wife, one works at the office as my secretary, one lives outside as my mistress, one
locked in a cage as my servant...”

Wu Suowei was so moved he nearly cried. “Bro, can you stop making every love talk so
dirty?”

“There’s a loose thread on your underwear,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei looked down, stunned.

“I’m not wearing underwear!”

Just as he said that, he felt something was wrong. When he tried to stop Chi Cheng, it
was too late — Chi Cheng had already pulled out a thick, curly black hair forcibly.

Wu Suowei cried out in pain and retaliated by pulling out a hair from Chi Cheng below.

Then Chi Cheng tied the two hairs together.

“Forever united.”

Wu Suowei nearly spat blood, biting and nibbling Chi Cheng several times with a mix of
love and hate. Then they rolled on the big bed, tossing documents everywhere.

The next day, Wu Suowei went to inspect the construction site, bored with nothing to do.
Suddenly he decided to call to see if Chi Cheng would humble himself and come to work.

The call connected but no one answered for a long time.

Hmph... you just keep pretending! Wu Suowei redialed again and again.

Finally, Xiao Zhang answered.

“Where’s Chi Cheng? Tell him I have an urgent job. Send him over!”

Xiao Zhang hesitated a long time before saying, “Young Master Chi had some trouble.
The disciplinary committee officers took him away.”

“Who are you fooling?” Wu Suowei snorted coldly. “Get him on the phone quickly. If he
doesn’t come to work, no dinner tonight.”

Xiao Zhang’s tone turned serious. “I’m not lying. He really was taken by the disciplinary
officers.”

Wu Suowei’s heart trembled for a few seconds, his voice unsteady. “Don’t lie to me. This
isn’t a joke.”

“Who would joke about this?” Xiao Zhang said anxiously. “I was about to go to his
office when two police blocked me at the door. Inside was chaotic. I overheard something
about serious violations and illegal contracting.”

Wu Suowei’s head exploded.

CHAPTER 258
When Wu Suowei arrived at the Finance Bureau, an emergency meeting was underway
inside. The security guard at the door stopped him right away. No matter how much he
pleaded, he couldn’t get in and had no choice but to wait anxiously outside.

About two hours later, people started to come out one after another. Seeing a familiar
official, Wu Suowei hurriedly ran over.

After a brief conversation, Wu Suowei confirmed that Chi Cheng had indeed been taken
by the authorities for investigation. Besides him, several other related leaders were also
implicated. The reason for the investigation wasn’t publicly disclosed, but judging from
the people being investigated, it was likely closely related to the construction project.

After confirming this, Wu Suowei blankly drove away, his mind completely empty.

Back at the company, he hurriedly pulled out the project documents and examined them
one by one. Every signed agreement was legitimate and lawful. The entire review process
had been very cautious to prevent sabotage. Chi Cheng’s name did not appear on any
signed documents, so logically, the investigation shouldn’t have started with him.

Clearly, someone wanted to target Chi Cheng, and that person was powerful enough not
to fear retaliation from the Chi family.
Thinking this, Wu Suowei’s back pressed heavily against the wall, a chill climbing up his
spine. If he really got convicted, he would have to spend at least a year or so inside. How
would they endure that time?

That night, Wu Suowei sat alone on the sofa for most of the night.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Without asking who it was, Wu Suowei rushed to open the door.

Guo Chengyu, dusty and disheveled, stood at the entrance.

Wu Suowei’s facial muscles stiffened. Though Guo Chengyu was not the person he
desperately wished to see, having someone closest to Chi Cheng appear now was a great
comfort to Wu Suowei’s emotions.

Wu Suowei stepped forward and tightly embraced Guo Chengyu.

Guo Chengyu raised his hands and, still in his usual joking tone, said, “Hey! Hey! Don’t
get wild! The chance of Chi Cheng getting life imprisonment is slim. Don’t scare me!”

Wu Suowei held on tight without letting go. Guo Chengyu could feel the panic in Wu
Suowei’s grip on his back.

Guo Chengyu stopped joking, held Wu Suowei’s cheeks with both hands, and spoke
calmly, “Don’t overthink it. Nothing serious will happen. Just wait calmly at home.”

It took a long moment before Wu Suowei recovered. Seeing Guo Chengyu’s messy hair
and his narrow eyes still heavy with sleep, knowing he had rushed here from home, Wu
Suowei went to get him a glass of water.

“Don’t bother, I’m not drinking,” Guo Chengyu said decisively.

Wu Suowei took a few big sips himself to steady his nerves.

Then he asked, “Do you know what exactly happened?”

“Not really,” Guo Chengyu rubbed his brow. “I just got the call. This time, the
information is tightly sealed. Even Chi Cheng’s father probably doesn’t know the
details.”

Wu Suowei’s heart tightened, his expression growing more serious.

Guo Chengyu was rather optimistic. “We can’t say how serious it is now, but I don’t
think there’s much point in targeting Chi Cheng at this critical moment. If it were against
his father, they wouldn’t pick such a bad time. So I guess someone secretly reported him,
and the investigation of Chi Cheng is just procedural.”

“If only it were as you say,” Wu Suowei said with a downcast face, “I’m afraid this time
it’s serious.”

Guo Chengyu laughed and patted Wu Suowei’s head, “It’s not that bad! This isn’t his
first run-in with the law! Your company’s been involved in many business disputes and
violations, right? You’ve fought plenty of lawsuits.”

Wu Suowei said, “It’s different. Those problems can be resolved through negotiation and
mediation. They don’t involve personal interests.”

Guo Chengyu lit a cigarette and slowly took a drag.

“Chi Cheng’s got more than one case on his back. Any one of them alone could have
sentenced him to several years, yet he’s still doing fine. If no one wants to get him, he
won’t stay inside long. If someone really wants him, being anxious won’t help.”

Guo Chengyu meant to comfort Wu Suowei, but his words only made Wu Suowei more
frightened.

“What if they pull out every single thing he’s done before? If that happens, does he even
have a chance?”

Guo Chengyu crushed his cigarette and sighed.

“Don’t worry, he definitely won’t die.”

After that, he went to wash his face. Ruffling his hair casually, he came out looking much
more energetic.

“I have to go. Got something early tomorrow. You should try to sleep a bit, rest up.
You’re also a key person in this investigation. At the latest, the police will come for you
tomorrow.”

Wu Suowei escorted Guo Chengyu to the door, then suddenly remembered something.

“By the way, why are you here so late?”

Guo Chengyu gave Wu Suowei a cold glance and said, “To see if you’d hung yourself.”

Though blunt, Wu Suowei felt quite touched.

“Where’s Xiao Shuai? Didn’t he come with you?”

“He doesn’t know about this yet,” Guo Chengyu said lightly.

Wu Suowei nodded without saying more and saw Guo Chengyu off downstairs.

Guo Chengyu was right—the police arrived before dawn.

On the way to the police station in a squad car, Wu Suowei actually felt somewhat
relieved. Whether he got implicated or not didn’t matter as much as being able to learn
about the progress and Chi Cheng’s current situation.

At the Public Security Bureau, Wu Suowei underwent a private interrogation and

answered all questions truthfully. Unexpectedly, as the direct beneficiary of the project,
he was not treated harshly. After confiscating the project contracts and materials, they
released him.

In the following two days, Wu Suowei begged around, trying to get news of Chi Cheng,
but heard nothing—not even which detention center or prison area he was held in.

Jiang Xiaoshuai heard the news and came over with Guo Chengyu to see Wu Suowei.

Seeing Guo Chengyu, Wu Suowei immediately asked, “Any news from your side?”

“Some, but not much,” Guo Chengyu said. “I didn’t expect them to keep things so tight.
All reviews are secret. Even the detention cell is specially set up, separated from other
suspects. Looks like I underestimated it; this isn’t as simple as I thought.”

Even Jiang Xiaoshuai grew anxious and started scolding Guo Chengyu.

“Your brain’s getting worse, huh? What you say is less and less reliable.”

Guo Chengyu gave Jiang Xiaoshuai a sideways glance, feigning anger, “Isn’t it because I
stayed with you?”

“Damn! What do you mean by that? I’m so smart!”

“And you still let yourself be fooled like this?”

“You…”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was about to argue when he saw Wu Suowei quietly moving to a nearby
sofa, lost in thought. Jiang Xiaoshuai’s heart tightened and pushed Guo Chengyu aside to
approach Wu Suowei.

“Dawei, don’t worry. I think the secret investigation isn’t because it’s serious, but
because of Chi Cheng’s special status. A public trial would be worse. This way, it might
help clear him.”
Wu Suowei rested his elbows on his knees, head lowered, his large eyes blankly staring
at the floor.

“Tell me, what do you think Chi Cheng’s eating these days?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai hesitated, “How would I know?”

Wu Suowei continued, “It’s probably hard bread and salty pickles, right?”

“Well...” Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled nervously. “So what if it’s hard bread? I like that.
Cornmeal is even more expensive than wheat flour now. If he can get bread or corn buns,
that’s good treatment.”

“Does he get enough to eat?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai cautiously asked, “How much can he usually eat?”

“Depends on how much I prepare. Usually, I prepare as much as he can eat,” Wu Suowei
said.

Jiang Xiaoshuai broke out in a sweat, “So he’s never really full?”

Wu Suowei stayed silent, his heart aching.

Jiang Xiaoshuai quickly comforted him, “Don’t worry, I heard treatment in detention
centers is actually pretty good now. The menu changes every week, and everyone is well
fed. Maybe he’s eating better there than at home. At least he’s not hungry.”

Wu Suowei’s gaze shifted quietly to Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face, and Jiang Xiaoshuai
immediately went silent.

After a while, Wu Suowei asked again, “Do you think he’s getting beaten there?”

“He getting beaten?” Jiang Xiaoshuai scoffed. “He’s lucky if he hasn’t beaten anyone
else!”

Wu Suowei couldn’t laugh at all.

Later, Wu Suowei received a call. After listening a few seconds, his expression changed.

After hanging up, Jiang Xiaoshuai anxiously asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s up at the company.”

With that, Wu Suowei drove off.

That afternoon, all the construction workers were withdrawn, and the employees were
sent back to the company. The once-bustling construction site became completely silent.

At dusk, Wu Suowei drove past again. Personnel from related departments were
removing the contractor’s signboards.

Wu Suowei stood tall by the roadside like a sturdy tree, quietly gazing at the industrial
base that had risen inch by inch over months of effort. Unnoticed, night had fallen
completely, with few passersby left. Wu Suowei silently sat on the curb, spending the
whole night there.

CHAPTER 259
Jiang Xiaoshuai’s guess was right—Chi Cheng’s days in the detention center were more
comfortable than at home.

He was held in a single, solid cell that was clean and spacious, with plenty of room to
move. He didn’t have to spend his own money; three meals a day were all small stir-fries,
as much as he wanted. They even assigned a prisoner to serve him, cleaning his room and
doing his laundry. Occasionally, this prisoner would even offer to give him massages,
with a servile attitude that was hard to miss.

The guard in charge of overseeing Chi Cheng was Jia Shen, the most handsome guard in
the detention center. He wore tactical gear and big leather boots. Whenever he came out
from the corridor, several ill-intentioned eyes would watch him—prison bosses and
bullies liked to joke around with him.

Jia Shen was also very caring toward Chi Cheng. Although he was responsible for several
cells and was usually busy, he always found time to check on Chi Cheng.

“Chi Cheng, your family’s appointed lawyer has arrived.”

Chi Cheng followed Jia Shen toward the meeting room. Along the way, Jia Shen’s eyes
kept glancing at Chi Cheng, sometimes deliberately.

The lawyer, appointed by Chi Yuanduan, was experienced, but after exchanging only a
few words, Chi Cheng rejected him.

“Tell my dad I’ll handle this myself. He doesn’t need to worry.”

With that, Chi Cheng stood up and returned to his cell.

On the way back, Jia Shen couldn’t help but warn him, “This attitude isn’t good for your
case.”

Chi Cheng said nothing and didn’t even look at Jia Shen, walking steadily back to his
cell.

That evening, Jia Shen carefully watched Chi Cheng’s every move on the monitor—this
had become one of his recent pastimes. When the prisoner serving Chi Cheng carried out
a basin and left, Jia Shen quickly left the duty room and rushed toward Chi Cheng’s cell.

The day was muggy and hot. Chi Cheng was shirtless, his muscular physique making Jia
Shen dizzy.

Jia Shen cleared his throat twice.

Chi Cheng squinted and glanced over.

The cigarette in Jia Shen’s hand slipped out, flying in an elegant arc and landing steadily
in Chi Cheng’s hand.

Chi Cheng lacked everything—except that.

His firm lips curved slightly, and he said two reluctant words:

“Thanks.”

Noticing this subtle expression, Jia Shen’s breath faltered. He was about to ask if Chi
Cheng wanted a light when Chi Cheng picked up two stones, knocked them together, and
sparked a flame.

Lighting the cigarette also ignited Jia Shen’s passion deep inside.

The prisoner serving Chi Cheng came back carrying foot-washing water. Jia Shen
glanced coldly at him and returned to the duty room.

But when Jia Shen sat back in front of the monitor, feeling his chest warm with
excitement, a basin of cold water was suddenly poured down.

The little prisoner set the foot bath on the floor and took the initiative to hold Chi
Cheng’s ankles. He pushed both feet into the water, smiling as he asked, “Comfortable?”

Chi Cheng looked at him but his mind seemed elsewhere.

If one day Wu Suowei could squat down to wash his feet, looking at him with this kind of
cheeky smile, he’d feel as happy as a god.
“Big brother, let me massage your feet. I learned foot therapy before.”

He put his hand into the water but hadn’t touched Chi Cheng’s soles before Chi Cheng
suddenly lifted his feet and splashed water in his face.

The little prisoner wasn’t angry; he just laughed and called Chi Cheng annoying several
times.

Though it was common for low-level prisoners to flatter the bosses, and even more
extreme acts like anal assaults were seen on the monitors, Jia Shen didn’t understand why
seeing the little prisoner’s shameless grin made his blood boil and nearly grabbed his
baton to charge in.

But he restrained himself for the sake of his image.

After the little prisoner left, Chi Cheng, holding the cigarette butt, took out a belt from
under his pillow and gently rubbed the pattern.

This belt was a gift from Wu Suowei, worn for two years now. When Chi Cheng was
brought in, all his belongings were confiscated except this belt.

In those two years, no one knew how many times Wu Suowei had struck Chi Cheng with
it.

Now, Wu Suowei’s moans and pleas echoed near his ears, stirring a painful ache in his
heart. The uncontrollable longing made the giant dragon beneath him suddenly rise after
days of silence, pushing out the loose pants into a towering peak.

It seemed about to break through the monitor, starkly appearing before Jia Shen.

He straightened his usually slouched body and stared with racing heartbeat at the bulge in
Chi Cheng’s pants.

At this moment, Chi Cheng was still carefully admiring that belt.

Jia Shen couldn’t help but wonder why Chi Cheng had been so obedient the past few
days but suddenly got excited today. Was it because the little prisoner had washed his
feet and smiled that shameless smile?

Thinking of the special use of that belt, Jia Shen felt his guess was probably right.

A sour feeling surged up his throat.

Angry yet unable to look away from the monitor.

Chi Cheng had already pulled out his giant dragon, boldly stroking it.
Jia Shen’s heart felt like it was jumping out of his throat. He had seen countless men
masturbate on the monitor—openly, secretly, under the covers—but none had done it
with such grandeur and majesty as Chi Cheng. Watching him was like watching an action
movie, stirring one’s blood just with the eyes.

His thick member, veins intersecting, stood straight like a mighty pillar. At the climax,
Chi Cheng’s calm face twisted in pain, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he
emitted a low moan...

It made Jia Shen erupt too.

Afterward, Jia Shen slumped on the desk, exhausted, staring at the monitor and dozing
off. When he woke up, it was already 3:30 a.m. Chi Cheng was still sitting on the bed,
eyes closed, lost in thought.

During Jia Shen’s two night shifts, Chi Cheng never slept.

Who exactly are you thinking about?

Jia Shen muttered to the monitor.

The next day, Jia Shen called the little prisoner who served Chi Cheng into the office for
private training. Since guards were not allowed to physically punish prisoners, Jia Shen
subjected him to verbal humiliation and psychological abuse, forcing the prisoner to
punish himself.

The little prisoner swaggered in, and when he came out, his face was ashen, and his legs
trembled.

...

After the project was forced to stop, problems arose one after another, the most
prominent being funding. Though construction was halted, the project payments could
not be delayed, and Wu Suowei was frantically trying to raise money. After this setback,
the company’s reputation dropped, and bank loans were repeatedly rejected.

Due to the financial shortage, the company’s operations suffered; departments had
numerous issues, and losses piled up within days.

Wu Suowei hadn’t slept well for several nights. More than worrying about the company’s
development crisis, he worried about Chi Cheng.

Fearing the confiscation of personal belongings, Chi Cheng had taken off his watch and
left it on his desk. Wu Suowei wore that watch on his other wrist, adjusting one watch
with the left hand and the other with the right, watching both dials turn in sync, feeling
somewhat calmer.
Jiang Xiaoshuai, worried about Wu Suowei’s stress, often stayed with him to sleep. In the
middle of the night, seeing Wu Suowei’s wide eyes rolling around, Jiang Xiaoshuai felt
miserable and had been in poor spirits recently.

One night, Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t bear it any longer and called out.

“Dawei.”

Wu Suowei looked at him blankly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai hesitated, then said, “If you really have money troubles, I can sell my
mansion for you to tide over.”

Wu Suowei’s throat tightened. Though he couldn’t quantify feelings, in difficult times,

having a friend willing to offer such a precious asset was a huge blessing.

A lifetime’s friendship was enough.

Wu Suowei steadied himself and said, “That was a gift from Guo Zi. You can’t just sell
it; once sold, you can’t get it back.”

“I don’t plan to live there anyway, what use is it to keep?”

Wu Suowei was firm. “Xiaoshuai, listen. You guys can help with connections, but don’t
worry about me. I can handle this myself.”

“I’m not planning to not pay you back!” Jiang Xiaoshuai said, annoyed. “You usually
like to take advantage, so why are you being so formal now?”

Wu Suowei turned and hugged Jiang Xiaoshuai, forcing himself to cheer him up.

“Don’t worry! I haven’t sold those houses yet. No need for you to sell them.”

Only then did Jiang Xiaoshuai relax.

The next day, Guo Chengyu hurriedly found Wu Suowei.

“I’ve found out where Chi Cheng is and got through to him. I can see him at noon today.”

Wu Suowei’s heart trembled violently. He couldn’t help but ask, “Can I see him?”

“Not a chance,” Guo Chengyu said reluctantly. “Only the appointed lawyer is allowed to
visit. I had to work hard to get this permission.”
Jiang Xiaoshuai also comforted Wu Suowei nearby. “Let Guo go first! The most
important thing now is to understand the situation. You might just waste the little time
you have if you go.”

Though extremely anxious, Wu Suowei nodded grimly.

“All right, you go first.”

Guo Chengyu then asked, “Anything you want me to bring?”

Wu Suowei thought for over ten minutes and finally smiled faintly.

“Just bring a smile for me.”

CHAPTER 260
Guo Chengyu waited quietly in the meeting room, and soon Chi Cheng was brought in by
Jia Shen. Guo Chengyu looked at Chi Cheng through the glass—his mental state seemed
pretty good, and he even looked a bit fatter than before, which meant he was living quite
comfortably.

After observing Chi Cheng, Guo Chengyu glanced a few times at Jia Shen, which made
Jia Shen feel uneasy.

“Say what you want quickly. You’ve only got half an hour.”

With that, Jia Shen raised his wrist to check his watch, then glanced once at Chi Cheng
before striding away in his shiny leather boots.

Guo Chengyu turned his attention back to Chi Cheng’s face and asked, “Do you know
who reported you?”

Chi Cheng replied calmly, “Not sure yet. The report contains a lot about my and Wu
Suowei’s private lives, and it’s said to be quite detailed.”

“Could it be Zhang Ying, the one Zhang Baogui planted close to Wu Suowei? She’s been
in close contact with him for a while. Besides, since you took Zhang Baogui down,
retaliation from that side is possible.”

Chi Cheng shook his head. “When she was Baogui’s secretary, she had no idea about the
relationship between Baogui and me. If she’d known earlier, she wouldn’t have tried such
a stupid trick to seduce Baogui.”

Guo Chengyu thought that made sense.

“Besides, the evidence is so thorough—it couldn’t have been made up by someone
outside the inner circle,” Chi Cheng added.

A nerve twitched in Guo Chengyu’s head.

“Let’s not worry about who it is for now,” Chi Cheng said. “I’ve already found a lawyer.
You go talk to him.”

“Is it Zhang Xinhua?” Guo Chengyu asked.

Chi Cheng nodded. “That’s right.”

They discussed many case details for a long time. During the talk, Chi Cheng mouthed a
name.

“Go find this person.”

Guo Chengyu mouthed back, “From the disciplinary committee?”

Chi Cheng nodded.

Just then, Jia Shen suddenly pushed open the door. He circled behind Chi Cheng, shot a
sharp glance at Guo Chengyu, and solemnly reminded them, “Ten minutes left. Hurry
up.”

Then he left directly.

Guo Chengyu smirked with ill intent. “You’re lucky to have a handsome guard protecting
you right when you came in—quite the luck with the ladies!”

He pressed on teasingly, “I think he’s pretty flirtatious. Those little eyes kept spinning
around you all night. Didn’t he call you into the duty room for a private interrogation?”

Chi Cheng said mockingly, “Need to call me to the duty room? I handled him right in the
cell!”

Guo Chengyu laughed a bit, then stopped joking and spoke seriously.

“That project’s been forced to stop.”

Chi Cheng, who had been calm moments ago, suddenly darkened, his brow furrowing
deeply.

“What about Dabao? Is he being petty again?”

Guo Chengyu said, “Not that bad, not as bad as you think. I guess he doesn’t even have
the heart to think about it. The company’s drowning in debt and behind on project
payments. He’s just struggling with the money.”

Chi Cheng’s voice grew heavy with worry talking to Guo Chengyu.

“If it really comes down to it, take some from your side first—I’ll pay you back
tomorrow.”

Guo Chengyu frowned. “The problem is, he won’t accept it!”

Chi Cheng had anticipated this and felt a sharp ache in his heart.

“Then you have to talk to him more! Jiang Xiaoshuai is good with words and on good
terms with him, but he can’t control him. At key moments, you have to step in. If he
insists on being stubborn, acts irrationally, just scold him a bit and he’ll behave.”

Guo Chengyu deliberately asked, “If I get really angry, can I give him a couple of slaps?”

Chi Cheng said quietly, “If you think I can sentence you to death, you can do it.”

Guo Chengyu grinned slyly.

Chi Cheng added, “But make sure you don’t cross the line.”

“You two are really damn hard to handle.”

Laughing and joking, time ran short.

Chi Cheng stared at Guo Chengyu steadily for a moment and asked, “Does everyone
know you came here to see me?”

“Yes, I told them.”

Chi Cheng cast a probing glance, “Did he ask you to give me a message?”

Guo Chengyu smiled.

Chi Cheng waited a long time for him to speak, getting a little impatient. “Well? Say it!”

“That’s it!” Guo Chengyu grinned again. “He just told me to give you a smile.”

Chi Cheng’s expression stiffened slightly but soon understood Wu Suowei’s intention—
both pained and unbalanced inside.

He muttered quietly, “So stingy!”

Guo Chengyu then asked, “Anything you want me to bring to him?”

Chi Cheng didn’t say anything.

“Speak up!” Guo Chengyu urged.

Chi Cheng said, “Give him a kiss from me.”

“What? Really? Such good news?” Guo Chengyu was thrilled.

Chi Cheng gave him a dark look. “Consider it my payment for temporarily entrusting him
to you.”

“Can I bargain?” Guo Chengyu pushed further.

Chi Cheng gave him one word:

“Go!”

Guo Chengyu laughed, checking his watch. “One minute left! Don’t you want to chat a
bit more?”

“Disappear from my sight as soon as possible!”

Saying that, Chi Cheng got up with a sour face and walked toward the door.

Guo Chengyu snorted. Letting others kiss first and then getting jealous himself—what
kind of person is that?

Just as Jia Shen was about to enter, Chi Cheng pushed the door open and stepped out.
They nearly bumped into each other, face to face. Guo Chengyu’s gaze landed on Chi
Cheng’s thick stubble and caught a strong masculine scent that made Jia Shen’s heart
race wildly.

“You came out without me calling—quite self-aware!” Jia Shen joked.

Chi Cheng, still immersed in the bittersweet memory of Wu Suowei’s smile, ignored Jia
Shen’s comment and walked ahead.

Jia Shen couldn’t help but observe him. Normally, Chi Cheng was cold and indifferent,
but today, despite his stern face, Jia Shen noticed clear emotional changes.

In these days of idle time, Jia Shen had been gathering information on Chi Cheng and
found a big difference between the “playboy” described by others and this iron-willed,
genuine man in front of him. Chi Cheng was a mystery that constantly attracted Jia
Shen’s curiosity.
...

Upon hearing Guo Chengyu was back, Wu Suowei dropped all his complicated matters
and hurriedly drove to find him. Guo Chengyu had said over the phone he would wait at
the company, but Wu Suowei couldn’t wait and intercepted him on the road.

Guo Chengyu was driving steadily when suddenly a car sped out at an intersection.
Fortunately, Guo Chengyu reacted quickly and avoided a crash.

Just as he was about to curse, he noticed the license plate looked familiar.

Wu Suowei quickly reversed, parked on the roadside, and rushed over to Guo Chengyu’s
car.

Jiang Xiaoshuai was in the car too.

Guo Chengyu looked at Wu Suowei’s fierce expression and secretly thought, “Is he here
for news or to kill someone?”

Before Guo Chengyu finished parking, Wu Suowei was already asking through the
window:

“How’s it going? How’s it going?”

Guo Chengyu rolled down the window and looked at him.

“Didn’t I tell you to wait at the company? Why are you out here?”

Wu Suowei wiped sweat and said, “I was afraid something would happen to you on the
way.”

“What could happen?” Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled.

Wu Suowei had a flushed, intense look. “If I hadn’t come, at that intersection just now, at
that crucial moment, you would have crashed into another car! Luckily it was me and I
reacted fast, otherwise you’d have been stuck there all afternoon!”

Guo Chengyu ground his teeth in anger. “If you hadn’t come, there wouldn’t even have
been a car at that intersection!”

“Enough!” Wu Suowei snapped. “Hurry and tell me what’s going on!”

Guo Chengyu said, “Can we find a quieter place? This isn’t something to discuss on the
street.”
Wu Suowei grabbed him and wouldn’t let go. “Just give me the gist. We’ll go after you
finish talking. Otherwise I won’t be able to drive peacefully.”

“He’s doing okay,” Guo Chengyu said. “Is that enough?”

Wu Suowei’s face finally showed a faint smile, then shamelessly begged, “A little more
detail, just a bit.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai couldn’t watch anymore and patted Guo Chengyu’s shoulder. “How
about this—I’ll drive his car, and you two walk and talk on the road.”

“Okay, okay!”

Before Jiang Xiaoshuai got out, Wu Suowei opened the rear door and jumped into the
passenger seat.

“Sit in the front seat.”

“Why?”

“Easier to talk.”

Not wanting to waste time getting out, Wu Suowei climbed from the back seat to the
front.

“Spill it.”

Guo Chengyu started the car and calmly told Wu Suowei about Chi Cheng’s situation,
the plans behind it, and asked for his approval.

“You’d better visit Chi Cheng’s parents and show some support. His father is sensitive
politically; if possible, don’t let him get involved.”

Wu Suowei nodded. “Got it.”

They fell silent for a while, then Guo Chengyu said, “Chi Cheng asked me to give you a
message.”

Wu Suowei’s heart raced and his face flushed.

“What message?”

Guo Chengyu leaned over and kissed Wu Suowei on the cheek.

“That.”
After the kiss, he smacked his lips, less smooth than Jiang Xiaoshuai’s, then casually
glanced sideways, letting Wu Suowei see this passionate scene.

Damn! How did this turn into a kiss?

Jiang Xiaoshuai quietly slowed down and pulled up behind Guo Chengyu’s car.

After Guo Chengyu and Wu Suowei finished their talk, Guo Chengyu glanced at his
rearview mirror, puzzled. “Where’s Shuaishuai? Wasn’t he driving beside us? Why can’t
I see his car?”

Just as he spoke, a loud bang came from the back of the car.

CHAPTER 261
At the end, Wu Suowei and Guo Chengyu’s conversation took place at the car dealership.

During this time, Jiang Xiaoshuai sat silently nearby, fiddling with his fingers. He didn’t
join the discussion nor show any resentment or resistance. He maintained good
composure, as if the car accident was really just an accident.

Later, Wu Suowei took a phone call and quickly drove the repaired car back to the
company.

After Wu Suowei left, Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face suddenly darkened. He kicked a stool,
stood up angrily, and stormed outside.

“Shuaishuai, listen to me, about what just happened—”

“I did it on purpose,” Jiang Xiaoshuai interrupted.

Guo Chengyu frowned. “I wasn’t talking about that. I mean what you saw in the car.
There’s more to it—I’m not just randomly turned on.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai pretended to be clueless. “What did I see in the car?”

“That’s no fun!” Guo Chengyu poked Jiang Xiaoshuai on the forehead with his finger.

Jiang Xiaoshuai responded with a strong “invincible golden fist” swipe to Guo
Chengyu’s abdomen.
Guo Chengyu bared his teeth, wanting to pinch Jiang Xiaoshuai’s jealous little self and
somehow stuff him into his mouth. He was fond of this side of him but couldn’t help
being anxious to clear up the misunderstanding.

“Here’s the thing: Chi Cheng asked me to send Wu Suowei a kiss. What I did just now
was only to pass along Chi Cheng’s feelings—I had no other intentions.”

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xiaoshuai exploded.

“You mean Chi Cheng kissed you in the detention center too?”

Guo Chengyu twitched his mouth—what kind of nonsense was that?

“There’s a glass between us. How could he kiss me? He just asked me to kiss Wu Suowei
for him and to take good care of Wu Suowei while he’s away.”

“You say he asked you to kiss him?” Jiang Xiaoshuai was even less convinced. “Who are
you trying to fool? Chi Cheng’s that jealous—do you think he’d let you get away with
that? He’d take revenge on you for sure!”

Hearing this, Guo Chengyu suddenly realized something.

“He already did.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai glanced sideways. “What revenge?”

Guo Chengyu said, “Remember a few days ago when we secretly planned to have Wang
Zhen make a phone call to cause misunderstanding between those two? Chi Cheng must
have figured it out! Him asking me to kiss Wu Suowei was to sabotage our relationship
and take revenge!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai stared at Guo Chengyu for a moment, then forced a stiff smile.

“I’d rather let him succeed than forgive you easily!”

Saying that, he strode out.

Guo Chengyu tried to grab him, but Jiang Xiaoshuai turned back and said, “From now
until Chi Cheng is out, I’m staying with Dawei.”

Guo Chengyu ground his teeth silently—Chi Cheng that old schemer, even locked up
he’s still causing trouble!

...
Following Guo Chengyu’s advice, after leaving the company Wu Suowei went to Chi
Yuanduan’s home.

The guards at the gate had been reprimanded by Chi Cheng before and were much more
obedient now. When they saw Wu Suowei arrive, they opened the retractable gate wide
before he even spoke—wide enough that Wu Suowei could roll his car inside.

Chi Yuanduan and Zhong Wenyu were both at home. Hot dishes were on the dining
table, but neither had touched any.

“Don’t just wander around the pre-trial office for no reason. You’re my wife, try to keep
a low profile,” Zhong Wenyu said.

Her eyes had been swollen for days, she wasn’t resting well and sometimes teared up.

“I just want to see my son,” Zhong Wenyu replied.

Chi Yuanduan said, “Think of him as living at home. Doesn’t he usually go months
without coming back?”

“That’s not the same! I know how he usually is, but now he’s surrounded, suffering—I
don’t even know!”

Chi Yuanduan said, “He should suffer a bit, or else he won’t even know who he is! He
didn’t even have to hire a lawyer, and I want to see if he has the guts to get himself out!”

Zhong Wenyu’s eyes reddened again with worry. “Why are you still angry at this
moment?”

The old couple argued when the maid knocked.

“Secretary Chi, you have a visitor.”

Zhong Wenyu wiped her eyes a little and got up to open the door for Wu Suowei.

“Auntie!”

Compared to her kindness in the hospital, this time Zhong Wenyu’s face was much
colder.

“Come in.”

Chi Yuanduan’s face was grim and chilling.

Wu Suowei still sincerely apologized to the two elders.

“Chi Cheng got into trouble because of our project. I’m sorry to you all.”

Chi Yuanduan’s face didn’t soften at all; his words were merciless.

“Arrogant! Secret dealings! I knew you’d get into trouble sooner or later!”

Zhong Wenyu complained as well. “You should’ve been more cautious! This isn’t a
small matter. If investigated, Chi Cheng will never see a future!”

Wu Suowei didn’t argue, silently listening to their scolding. When they ran out of words,
he spoke again.

“I hope you’ll give me a chance to make amends and help a little with Chi Cheng’s
situation.”

Zhong Wenyu said, “Just persuade him to accept the lawyer we appointed and explain the
situation clearly—that would be a big help!”

Wu Suowei was silent for a while, his gaze as resolute as ever.

“Uncle, your identity is sensitive. It’s better if you don’t get involved. No matter the cost,
I’ll bring Chi Cheng back to you safe and sound. Please trust me.”

Chi Yuanduan was annoyed. “Why should I trust you? What do you have to deserve my
trust?”

Wu Suowei raised his hand to Chi Yuanduan, showing a clear scar.

“This.”

Then, without looking back, Wu Suowei left.

After a while, Zhong Wenyu calmed down a bit and tried to persuade Chi Yuanduan.

“Don’t be so harsh with your words. He’s also a subject of the investigation. If you anger
him, our son’s situation will be even more dangerous.”

Chi Yuanduan squinted and thought quietly for a moment, then said firmly,

“Hurry and transfer the ownership of Chi Cheng’s several houses to your name.”

Zhong Wenyu was puzzled. “Why? His houses were gifts from his maternal grandfather,
legal and proper. We’re not afraid of any investigation!”

“Not afraid of investigation, afraid he’ll sell them!”

Zhong Wenyu’s expression changed, and it took a moment for her to understand Chi
Yuanduan’s meaning.

“Tomorrow they’ll revoke his company’s business license. Let’s see how much longer
they can keep going!”

After saying that, Chi Yuanduan returned to his room with a cold face.

...

Three days later, Wu Suowei’s company was sealed off and all accounts frozen. To repay
overdue project payments and to be a conscientious businessman, Wu Suowei mortgaged
all three houses.

During the day, Wu Suowei wandered alone in the vast workshop. Running his hand over
two newly arrived machines, he turned to look at the empty control room, feeling
aimless.

The usually lively office building was quiet, with only a few cleaners tidying up. Many
employees were recruited painstakingly by Wu Suowei, and once the company was
investigated, it would be much harder to hire them again.

Moreover, whether the company could resume business remained uncertain.

At night, Wu Suowei lay on the big bed, quietly staring at the obviously thinner face
reflected in the mirror.

Jiang Xiaoshuai lay beside him, also wearing a sad expression as he looked at Wu
Suowei.

“If you’re feeling bad, just cry it out!”

“I can’t say I’m feeling bad,” Wu Suowei said coolly. “I expected this day, just didn’t
expect it so soon.”

“How can you not feel bad?” Jiang Xiaoshuai smiled bitterly. “I witnessed you climb step
by step to this position. The hard work and effort you put in just collapsed in one day.”

Wu Suowei turned his head to Jiang Xiaoshuai with a firm expression.

“Really, I’m not lying to you. I don’t feel bad at all. I feel like I’ve shed a burden and
suddenly feel much lighter. Yes, there’s a little sadness, but that’s because I was too busy
before. Now I’m suddenly idle and a little unaccustomed.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t know what to say.

Wu Suowei turned his head back and quietly said,

“Xiaoshuai, you know what? I only have one thought now: to have Chi Cheng come back
soon. I miss him so much. My mind is filled with nothing but him. As long as I can see
him sooner, no matter what price I pay, I’m willing.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai asked, “Would you be willing to give up your little stash?”

“Willing.”

For some reason, hearing those two words made Jiang Xiaoshuai suddenly feel like
crying.

CHAPTER 262
Two days later, Guo Chengyu came to find Wu Suowei.

“The connections have been made. Chi Cheng guessed right—the deputy director
surnamed Meng is handling Chi Cheng’s case, and the incriminating evidence is in his
hands. If you want to get Chi Cheng out, you have to work through him.”

Wu Suowei was anxious. “How do I work through him?”

“Isn’t it simple?” Guo Chengyu said bluntly. “One word—money.”

After going through all the debt pressure these days, Wu Suowei broke out in a cold
sweat just hearing that word. The company’s assets were frozen, and he had put most of
his personal wealth on the line. At this point, the only money left to touch was his small
personal stash. Jiang Xiaoshuai’s question was spot on: willing or not? Willing. Then just
hand over the money.

“How much do you think is enough to show sincerity?”

Guo Chengyu gestured with his fingers. “Depends on what you want to achieve: a light
sentence or outright acquittal.”

“Of course the latter,” Wu Suowei said.

Guo Chengyu indicated a number with his fingers. “At least this much.”

Not more, not less—it would completely empty him out.

Wu Suowei couldn’t help but wonder, “Did that official secretly investigate my account
information?”

“Possible,” Guo Chengyu smiled bitterly. “Who told your company to develop so
smoothly this past year? You made a ton of money, wouldn’t it be appropriate to grease
the wheels upstairs?”

Wu Suowei cursed silently at the blood-sucking privileged class.

Guo Chengyu said, “Actually, it would be easier if Chi Cheng’s dad handled this—but
he’d have to risk his own face.”

Wu Suowei didn’t hesitate. “No way his dad gets involved. If there’s a hidden risk, it’ll
hurt his future career. Chi Cheng would become a disgrace to their family.”

Guo Chengyu said, “Honestly, I think a light sentence is enough—less risk, less burden.
Given Chi Cheng’s current situation, a one or two-year sentence means maybe three to
five months inside. Besides, conditions in detention aren’t bad, he can endure it.”

Chi Cheng could endure, but Wu Suowei couldn’t. Not even three or five days.

“Fine, that’s the number. Please make a few more trips for me,” Wu Suowei said firmly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai sat not far off and felt awful hearing Wu Suowei’s words. He wanted to
say something to stop Wu Suowei from being so reckless. But remembering what Wu
said that night, he held back hard.

“There’s also the procuratorate side. You’ll have to bribe them too—not as much, but
enough to be convincing.”

Wu Suowei’s heart skipped a beat. After emptying his stash, he was basically penniless.

“Is money a problem?” Guo Chengyu asked. “If so, say the word, I can wire money
immediately.”

Wu Suowei refused decisively. “You’ve already worked hard these days. Don’t worry
about money.”

Guo Chengyu understood immediately. So he and Jiang Xiaoshuai really were master and
disciple, determined to keep the boundary between him and Chi Cheng clear.

Guo Chengyu looked at Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Shuaishuai.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai pretended to watch a video, ignoring him.

Guo Chengyu strode over and took Jiang Xiaoshuai’s earphones, putting them on
himself.

“What are you doing?” Jiang Xiaoshuai tried to snatch them back angrily.

Guo Chengyu teased, “Why is there no sound at all?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai stubbornly said, “I just muted it.”

Guo Chengyu looked at the screen, saw the mute icon, and shot Jiang Xiaoshuai a
mocking glance.

“Watching a silent film?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai flushed and snapped at Guo Chengyu, “Mind your own business! I like it
this way!”

“Come home with me,” Guo Chengyu coaxed kindly.

Jiang Xiaoshuai ignored him completely, still sulking out the window.

Guo Chengyu said, “Don’t annoy people here. They already have enough problems, and
you’re making trouble. What can you do here? You can’t cook, you break dishes washing
them, waste food, and use half a bag of detergent washing clothes. No wonder no one
likes you! They haven’t kicked you out to save face, but you shamelessly stay here!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai got furious, shouting at the top of his lungs with all his might:

“Get out!”

Seeing Jiang Xiaoshuai blow up like that, Guo Chengyu happily headed for the door.

Before leaving, he said to Wu Suowei, “I left your stuff by the door. Sorry for the trouble
these days.”

The implication was clear: Jiang Xiaoshuai was part of their family, here only as a guest,
so treat him as such. Guo Chengyu was formally polite but secretly retaliating and also
drawing a clear boundary between Wu Suowei and Jiang Xiaoshuai.

None of these four men were easy to deal with.

After Guo Chengyu left, Wu Suowei brought the things inside. There were new clothes
and skincare products—all Jiang Xiaoshuai’s favorite brands. There was even a portable
mini fridge filled with dishes and canned foods Jiang Xiaoshuai liked, all personally
prepared by Guo Chengyu.
“See how good he is to you,” Wu Suowei said.

Jiang Xiaoshuai had actually forgiven Guo Chengyu long ago. He just wanted an excuse
to spend more time with Wu Suowei and also wanted Guo Chengyu to put more energy
into Chi Cheng’s matter.

Wu Suowei took some food out of the fridge to warm it, deliberately placed it on the
coffee table, and ate in front of Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“Delicious,” Wu Suowei smacked his lips. “Same old cooking, same old taste. Don’t you
want to try some?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai snorted coldly, “I’m already tired of it.”

“Then I won’t be polite.”

Wu Suowei picked up a piece of crunchy cartilage and started chewing.

Jiang Xiaoshuai ground his back teeth but eventually gave in, wearing a big embarrassed
face as he came closer.

Later Jiang Xiaoshuai realized Wu Suowei had only eaten one rib the whole time—he
had no appetite. Jiang Xiaoshuai felt a little regret, thinking if he had waited a bit longer,
Wu Suowei could have eaten more.

...

In the afternoon, a real estate agent called.

“May I speak to Mr. Wu?”

“This is he.”

“A gentleman is interested in buying the house you registered with us yesterday. I’ll give
you his phone number; please note it down.”

Wu Suowei was stunned as the agent began reading the number.

“Wait a moment,” Wu Suowei interrupted, “I... haven’t found a pen yet.”

Two hours later, a short, chubby middle-aged man came to view the house.

“This house has some years on it,” the man said, tapping the old brick wall.

Wu Suowei nodded, “Built in the seventies, almost forty years.”

“I just like this area. The house isn’t much.” The man patted the apricot tree in the yard
and casually asked, “Does this apricot tree bear fruit?”

Wu Suowei quickly nodded, “Yes, every year. Some years more, some less.”

The man nodded and followed Wu Suowei inside. Though old, the house was tidy.
Especially the kang (heated brick bed), something the older northern generation missed
dearly. The man sat cross-legged on the kang and smoked.

“About eighty square meters including the yard?”

Wu Suowei nodded.

The man offered a fixed price: “Two million, full payment.”

Wu Suowei said nothing. He watched the man drop ash onto the kang, burning a hole.

“Hey, watch out! You’re burning the mat!”

The man shot an impatient look at Wu Suowei. “Are you selling or not? If not, I won’t
waste time. Another buyer is waiting.”

Wu Suowei said, “At your price, it’s a deal.”

“I’ll start the paperwork soon.”

Wu Suowei nodded.

The man said again, “Check if there’s anything to move out?”

Wu Suowei said, “All gone.”

The man snorted like saying, “You want this kind of dump?”

After the deal, Wu Suowei followed the man to the door. When locking the door, his
hand trembled. For such a simple old lock, it took him a long time to lock it properly.

After the house transfer was done, Wu Suowei drove to the cemetery.

He stood before his parents’ tombstones for a long time, saying only one sentence:

“Dad, Mom, I’m sorry. Even if it costs tens of millions, I will buy back our old family
courtyard.”

He kowtowed twice, wiped his tears, and left.

Afterward, Wu Suowei sold his car but didn’t dare sell the old car he bought from Chi
Cheng.

On the weekend, Wu Suowei borrowed a car and moved the few belongings from the old
courtyard. However, when he arrived at Chi Cheng’s place, he was told the house
ownership had changed, and he could no longer live there.

Without hesitation, Wu Suowei took his big “jealousy bag” and “jealousy bucket,”
grabbed his little wooden egg, got into the car, and went back to Jiang Xiaoshuai’s clinic.

CHAPTER 263
After Guo Chengyu smoothed the connections, the supervision on Chi Cheng’s side
immediately loosened considerably. Guo Chengyu forged a series of documents for Wu
Suowei and secretly gave many perks to the investigators. Only then was Wu Suowei
able to enter the detention center disguised as a retained lawyer.

The first meeting after half a month apart felt like a lifetime had passed.

Chi Cheng was still brought by Jia Shen, who didn’t know that the visitor was actually
Wu Suowei. When told about it, he was only told it was a retained lawyer. So when Chi
Cheng walked in slowly, his expression was calm.

But when he saw the person behind the glass, his heart thumped wildly for more than ten
seconds.

Jia Shen had never seen Chi Cheng look like that—astonishment, joy, pain, deep
affection... all the emotions that shouldn’t have appeared flooded his eyes and slowly
spilled out from their depths.

At that moment, Jia Shen vaguely sensed Wu Suowei was not just a lawyer.

But he didn’t say anything and quietly left.

Chi Cheng picked up the phone and was silent for a long time.

Finally, Wu Suowei spoke first.

“That prison guard just now was pretty handsome.”

Chi Cheng said, “Which one?”

“The one who brought you in.”

“I didn’t see him, I was too busy looking at you.”

Wu Suowei showed the first genuine smile in many days.

Chi Cheng felt a rush of sweetness inside; finally, he tasted a little bit of happiness.

They quietly stared at each other for a long while. Chi Cheng asked, “Aren’t you hot
wearing so many clothes?”

“Not at all.”

Wu Suowei loosened his clothes a little, and a small pointed head poked out.

“I knew you wanted Erbao [little treasure], so I brought him too.”

Chi Cheng was startled. “How did you get him past inspection?”

“You’ll have to ask Guozi.”

Just then, the door on Chi Cheng’s side suddenly opened and Jia Shen came in. Wu
Suowei quickly pressed Erbao’s little head down and buttoned the top button, pretending
to analyze the case.

After Jia Shen left, Wu Suowei stuck his tongue out at Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng looked at Wu Suowei’s adorable face and wanted to smash the glass.

“I’m going to press my face to the glass,” Chi Cheng said.

Wu Suowei hesitated but awkwardly leaned forward.

Chi Cheng twisted Wu Suowei’s face through the glass playfully and feigned anger,
“You’ve lost weight.”

Wu Suowei had deliberately worn clothes that made him look fat today but couldn’t fool
Chi’s keen eyes.

“No intimacy to nourish me, of course I’m thinner,” Wu Suowei teased. “Come out soon
and fuck me a few times; I’ll fatten right up.”

Chi Cheng said softly, “You’re making me hard with all this talk.”

“Am not.”

Wu stretched his neck to look and saw that Chi Cheng’s crotch really had changed. He
grinned; looks like he wasn’t thinking about the little prison guard after all.
Every time Wu Suowei smiled, Chi Cheng’s heart ached more.

“You haven’t been sleeping well, right? Your skin isn’t as good as before,” Chi Cheng
said.

“No intimacy to nourish me, of course my skin’s worse. Come out soon and fuck me a
few times, my skin will shine again.”

Chi Cheng’s heart was scratched raw by Wu Suowei’s words.

“If you keep talking crap, I’ll come at you!” Chi Cheng glared fiercely.

Wu Suowei softened his tone, “Would you dare?”

Those four words struck the softest part of Chi Cheng’s heart. So many sleepless nights
thinking of how much Wu Suowei suffered, silently cutting himself with those thoughts.

Would he dare? When the day came to meet, he’d be too afraid to even hold Wu Suowei
tightly for fear of hurting him.

Chi Cheng’s silent expression conveyed his deep affection, making Wu Suowei feel that
no matter the cost, it was worth it.

“Did you miss me?” Wu Suowei asked.

Chi Cheng countered, “What do you think?”

Damn, I miss you so much I’m about to punch through the wall!

Wu Suowei raised his chin 45 degrees and gave Chi Cheng a sidelong glance, “How
would I know?”

Chi Cheng’s strong face softened with a gentle smile, hard to describe.

“I missed you.”

Wu Suowei’s face lit up with a genuine smile.

Chi Cheng asked again, “Did you miss me?”

Wu Suowei nodded.

“How much?”

Wu Suowei said, “So much that I handed over my small stash.”

Chi Cheng’s smile froze.

“What did you say?”

Wu Suowei delicately said, “In a few days your case will go public; I figure soon we can
meet properly.”

Wu Suowei wanted to cheer Chi Cheng up but instead saw his expression grow more
solemn.

“Besides the small stash, what else did you put in?”

Wu Suowei hesitated a long time before saying, “The old courtyard.”

Chi Cheng’s heart shattered into pieces.

Wu Suowei had imagined Chi Cheng’s reactions but never this extreme. The unbearable
pain on Chi Cheng’s face far exceeded his expectations and left him at a loss.

Chi Cheng asked, “Why didn’t you sell my house?”

Chi Cheng didn’t know that Chi Yuanduan had transferred his property; in fact, Wu
Suowei had just found out too.

“I didn’t want your family to look down on me,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng asked resentfully, “Then why didn’t you borrow from Guozi first?!”

“Because we’re family.”

Chi Cheng didn’t reply.

Wu Suowei knew Chi Cheng’s attitude was because he cared deeply; he didn’t mind at
all, joking, “You always say I’m stingy; this time I plucked all my feathers, let’s see how
you’ll mock me now.”

Chi Cheng kept staring silently.

Wu Suowei said, “You’re my big spender, my money tree. When you get out, how much
money can’t we make back? If you stay inside, I can’t enjoy any policy benefits, so the
money’s stuck. So to settle accounts, it’s better to save you first.”

Chi Cheng remained silent.

Wu Suowei couldn’t smile anymore, staring at Chi Cheng solemnly, “I regret not giving
you more pocket money back then. Now that I’ve given it, I realize ten or twenty bucks
really isn’t much.”

“Actually, the money in my stash was saved for your retirement. If you can’t get out,
what use is it?”

“I just want you out sooner. I’m not buying your freedom with money; I’m buying my
own sense of security. I’m too scared sleeping alone at home, with so many mirrors, and
only myself in them.”

“I don’t want luxury—I just want you.”

“Chi Cheng, say something to me!”

Chi Cheng’s gaze stayed on Wu Suowei for a few seconds, then parted his firm lips.

“I hate you.”

After those three words, Chi Cheng stood and strode out.

Jia Shen leaned against the outside wall, hearing the door, quickly turning his head.

“Already done? There’s still over ten minutes. Are you sure you don’t want to use the
remaining…”

Before Jia Shen finished, Chi Cheng had already quickly paced to the stairwell. By the
time Jia Shen caught up, Chi Cheng’s cell door was firmly shut.

Wu Suowei still sat outside the glass, hand pressed on Erbao’s cold belly. His gaze was
dazed, as if not fully recovered.

After a while, the door sounded again. Wu Suowei’s eyes lit up, but he only saw Jia
Shen, not Chi Cheng, and his eyes dimmed again.

“Chi Cheng has returned to his cell. You may leave now,” Jia Shen said.

Wu Suowei didn’t respond.

Jia Shen repeated louder.

Still no reaction.

Damn! Weird! Jia Shen frowned. Trying to help you leave, but you won’t budge? Fine,
I’ll check on the prisoner’s mental state first.
With that, Jia Shen dashed off.

Wu Suowei stayed until the time was up before leaving.

When Jia Shen returned to the duty room and saw Chi Cheng’s expression on the
monitor, he suddenly hesitated to enter.

No one expected Chi Cheng to cry.

Not even himself.

Wu Suowei was bitten by the golden dragon snake, near death, yet he didn’t cry. When
Wu Suowei broke up with him, saying he never loved him, he didn’t cry. When Wu
Suowei’s mother died, seeing Wu Suowei on the funeral vehicle, he didn’t cry. When Wu
Suowei hung alone on the sixth floor, hands covered in blood, he still didn’t cry...

But when Wu Suowei told him the small stash was gone, he cried.

He thought of Wu Suowei’s stubbornness—how he insisted on wearing his JJ outside his

cashmere pants, his fussiness over coins, the greedy way he looked at Chi Cheng eating
lamb, and the way he tenderly applied expensive skincare on Chi Cheng’s neck...

Chi Cheng’s most beloved little temperament had been destroyed by his own hands.

CHAPTER 264
There was still over a week before Chi Cheng’s trial started. During this time, Wu
Suowei went back to his old routine of selling street snacks. Partly to support his two
little treasures, and partly to relieve the pressure weighing on his heart.

Wu Suowei set up his stall on the very snack street where he had once splashed water on
Chi Cheng. After some renovation, the street was now much more orderly than before.
Early in the morning, Wu Suowei rode his bike over, picked a good spot, carried out a
basin of sugar syrup, set up his rack, and began blowing sugar figurines.

Having been a general manager for a while, Wu Suowei now had a sharper business mind
than before.

Usually, sugar figurines target children, often shaped like small animals, with intricate
crafts but lacking innovation. Wu Suowei noticed that most visitors were young people,
so he started blowing sugar hearts and roses instead—simple, romantic, and emotionally
appealing.
Before leaving, Wu Suowei also dressed himself up especially well. Just standing there
on the street, without shouting, nine out of ten single girls would happily come over to
buy from him.

To put it bluntly, others sold sugar figurines—he was selling sex appeal.

On the first day when Wu Suowei packed up, he roughly counted his earnings and was
surprised to see he’d made over a thousand yuan.

Costs were under ten, no taxes, no need to curry favor with anyone, free working hours,
and flexible closing time. The more he thought about it, the better the deal seemed.
Feeling happy, he remembered how anxious Jiang Xiaoshuai had been about him and
decided to buy lots of good food to treat his “master.”

Just as Jiang Xiaoshuai was about to go out for dinner, Wu Suowei came back carrying
two full bags of food.

“Whoa! Look at you! Business going well today?”

Wu Suowei bragged, “Made over a thousand.”

“No way!” Jiang Xiaoshuai was stunned. “That much? Tomorrow I’ll be your plant! You
just give me a third of that.”

Wu Suowei sneered, “Need you as a plant? I have so many customers I want to kick
some out! Didn’t you see the crowd? Beautiful girls three deep around me, watching me
blow sugar, my cheeks are swollen.”

“Geez... swollen cheeks, can you still eat? If you can’t, give it to me.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai tried to grab the bags from Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei pretended to struggle for a while, but finally handed over the bags. Then he
pulled out a big bundle of change and asked Jiang Xiaoshuai, “Got any bills? Change me
a few.”

“Sure, sure, I’m short on small change anyway.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai often had trouble making change during his daily medical visits and drug
sales. He told Wu Suowei to get change from the drawer. Wu Suowei sorted the money,
put it away, and pocketed five hundred-yuan bills.

“What for?” Jiang Xiaoshuai asked casually.

Wu Suowei said, “To send to Chi Cheng through a contact someday. The detention center
has a supermarket; with money, he can buy some snacks.”
Jiang Xiaoshuai laughed wryly, “Before he went in, you made millions a month but only
gave him ten yuan pocket money. Now that he’s inside, you suddenly get generous?”

Wu Suowei chuckled, “When he gets out, I still gotta rely on him! Better to butter him up
now.”

“Then you shouldn’t exchange for bills—you should send a sack of change. Let him
know it’s hard-earned money!”

“You’re just trying to roast me, aren’t you?”

Wu Suowei shoved two peanuts up Jiang Xiaoshuai’s nose. Jiang blew hard, sprayed
them out, and stuffed them into Wu’s mouth. Wu dodged frantically, and they played like
that for a while.

At night, on their small bed, the usual tussle started again—wrestling, kicking, and
stealing covers.

For some reason, before they each had partners, they’d squeezed onto this little bed
peacefully. But now, with their own significant others, the scene was brutal.

They’d hug tight before sleeping with smiles, but would end up fighting for covers, riding
on each other, kicking wildly... On days with strong air conditioning, they’d wake to find
one blanket on the floor, both fighting over the other. Without air conditioning, both
blankets would be on them, soaked in sweat.

So both Wu Suowei and Jiang Xiaoshuai caught colds these days.

Wu Suowei also clearly noticed Jiang Xiaoshuai was restless in his sleep. Besides tossing
and turning and sighing loudly, he often muttered like a child. Every time Wu turned to
face Jiang, a tuft of curly hair would press against the door, and Jiang frowned as if upset.

All signs pointed to Jiang missing Guo Chengyu but not saying it. Maybe he worried
about Wu Suowei being scared alone, or maybe he was jealous of Guo Chengyu’s kiss on
Wu Suowei. Overall, Wu felt Jiang was a little bit resigned and trying to make do.

So, Wu Suowei secretly sent Guo Chengyu a message.

Then, with a heavy heart, kicked Jiang Xiaoshuai off the bed five times.

The first time Jiang climbed back up, laughed and cursed, and went back to sleep; the
second time, he complained a bit but kept sleeping; the third time, he got annoyed and
warned Wu to be careful; the fourth time, he got angry and cursed for a while; the fifth
time, he slammed the door and left.
Then Guo Chengyu’s car appeared outside the window. What reason would he have not
to come?

The next day, Wu Suowei went out to sell again as usual.

After some “intimate” healing, Jiang Xiaoshuai was full of energy and in a great mood.
He went out with Guo Chengyu in the afternoon to handle some business, confirming Chi
Cheng would be released soon. Feeling happy, he decided to take advantage of Chi
Cheng’s absence to bully Wu Suowei.

The shameless couple then came to “raid” Wu Suowei’s stall.

Jiang Xiaoshuai soon realized Wu Suowei wasn’t just bragging—he really had a knack
for attracting attention! Such a tiny stall was surrounded by so many female customers,
some coming back multiple times and pretending to be surprised each time. Wu Suowei
clearly didn’t need a plant; all these were free.

Jiang squeezed into the inner crowd, pretending not to know Wu.

“Hey, big bro, can you blow anything?”

Wu Suowei played along, “If you pay, I can blow anything.”

Jiang asked again, “How much to blow a Yao Ming?”

Wu Suowei answered seriously, “One hundred.”

“What about a Guo Jingming?”

“Fifty.”

Jiang barely held back his laughter. “You’re charging by head size?”

That caused a burst of laughter.

Jiang said, “Blow me a Yao Ming!”

Wu Suowei lifted a piece of sugar and blew a human figure. But he didn’t control the
sugar well—he wanted it bigger, but ran out, so it ended up with skinny arms and legs.

When he handed it to Jiang, Jiang got mad.

“Great! I pay for Yao Ming and get a Guo Jingming! This isn’t just a bad deal; it’s
cheating! I’ve seen bad merchants, but never this bad!”

Wu Suowei winked, “Cut it out, will you?”

Jiang got louder.

“Look! Never seen a seller this shameless! I asked for Yao Ming, he gave me Guo
Jingming, and still wants a hundred bucks! You think he’s scamming?”

The crowd laughed.

Wu sent a pleading look to Guo Chengyu.

Jiang also looked at Guo Chengyu and deliberately asked, “Hey big bro, you judge! Is
this Yao Ming or Guo Jingming?”

Guo Chengyu stood smoking at the edge, watching Jiang clown around and smiling—
completely playing along.

Wu Suowei said, “Alright, I’ll blow you another one.”

This time he took a big piece of sugar and blew a solid, well-built sugar figure, handing it
to Jiang.

“Better?”

But Jiang squashed it immediately.

“Hey, isn’t this still Guo Jingming?” Jiang yelled.

Wu ground his teeth, “Enough already!”

Jiang kept pestering, turning to the crowd, “Did you hear that? He says Yao Ming’s a
hundred, Guo Jingming’s fifty, and now he blows me Guo Jingming and still wants a
hundred! Is he a scammer or what?”

Wu Suowei placed both sugar figures in front of Jiang.

“Even if they’re both Guo Jingming, together they’re worth a hundred!”

Jiang stacked the two sugar figures and added,

“These two aren’t even as tall as one Yao Ming!”

Everyone nearby laughed so hard they doubled over.

Wu Suowei laughed too, then jokingly said, “Go on, go on, stop messing around, get
lost!”
“Hey, how can you curse people?” Jiang teased again, “Look at this seller—so arrogant!
Can’t blow good stuff but still curses!”

Wu ignored him and asked a nearby girl, “What do you want me to blow for you?”

Before she could answer, Jiang shouted again.

“What? Just ‘cause he’s handsome he ignores people?”

Guo Chengyu stubbed out his cigarette, smiled, and stepped into the crowd, finally
dragging the troublesome Jiang away.

Jiang rolled down the car window and gave Wu a mischievous grin.

Wu Suowei gave him a disdainful gesture but felt secretly happy.

He knew Chi Cheng would be fine.

CHAPTER 265
The whole Chi family was in a state of unrest because of Chi Cheng’s case. Chi
Yuanduan openly avoided the topic but secretly kept up the pressure. Zhong Wenyu was
even more cautious—she closely watched everyone connected to Chi Cheng’s
disciplinary case.

So, as soon as Wu Suowei set up his stall, she heard about it.

Zhong Ming, Chi Yuanduan, and Zhong Wenyu—the couple—were attending a dinner.
On the way back, Zhong Wenyu told the driver, “Take the route through Xueyuan South
Road.”

Chi Yuanduan frowned, “Why go so far around?”

“I heard Xiao Wu is selling on that street. I want to see for myself.”

Chi Yuanduan’s face changed slightly. “Selling on the street? Who told you that?”

“Xiao Liangzi saw him with his own eyes. He even asked—said Wu has been there for
three days.”

Chi Yuanduan’s face grew stern but he said nothing.

Zhong Wenyu sighed beside him, “Actually, Xiao Wu is a pretty good kid—honest,
loyal, and loyal to friends. We can’t blame him for what happened to Chi Cheng. If
someone wants to stab him in the back, we can’t stop it. Besides, he’s been very
concerned about our son. I heard he even sold the old house our parents left him.”

Chi Yuanduan snorted coldly, “Doesn’t he need to be concerned? He just relies on Chi
Cheng! When Chi Cheng comes out and his company recovers, how many old houses
will he buy back?”

“You say that lightly,” Zhong Wenyu said coldly, “If he can buy back the old house, can
our parents come back? Why don’t you sell the old house your father left you? How do
you know he goes there now and then to stroll, pull weeds, and wipe windows?”

Chi Yuanduan still wore a cold expression. “How can it be the same? If I have urgent
matters, I’ll sell too! Believe me, if you don’t transfer those houses of Chi Cheng’s to me,
that kid will sell our son’s houses!”

“Shouldn’t he sell our son’s houses? The one who caused trouble is Chi Cheng, not him.
If this happened to others, they would have taken the money and run. Would they care
about you? If he didn’t truly care about our son, would he have invested so much? That
money could last a lifetime, enough to start another business. Surely selling sugar
figurines is better than nothing!”

Zhong Wenyu didn’t know that what irritated Chi Yuanduan most was Wu Suowei’s
sincerity and persistence. The more Wu Suowei sacrificed, the more upset Chi Yuanduan
felt.

“Just because he didn’t run doesn’t mean he’s sincere. It only means he has big
ambitions,” Chi Yuanduan said.

“Then what about him selling on the street?” Zhong Wenyu asked again. “What does that
mean? That he’s thick-skinned?”

Chi Yuanduan’s face darkened. “Stop bringing up the street stall! So what if he’s selling?
Maybe he’s doing it to show us! He has so many friends, surely he can borrow money
from someone? Why does he need to show off like this? It’s obvious! Just to make us feel
guilty. Don’t get soft over such a small matter. That kid is full of tricks!”

Zhong Wenyu rubbed her temples in frustration and waved her hand at Chi Yuanduan.
“Stop it, we just don’t see eye to eye.”

Soon, the car arrived on that street. The road was narrow and the car moved slowly.
Zhong Wenyu kept looking out the window, searching for Wu Suowei’s figure.

Chi Yuanduan pretended not to care but his eyes also glanced outside repeatedly.

Wu Suowei stood on the corner. It was past lunch and the street wasn’t crowded. Zhong
Wenyu spotted him easily.
“Stop the car!”

It was the hottest time of day. Wu Suowei had set up his stall and stood in the shade,
fanning himself. When Zhong Wenyu got out, Wu Suowei didn’t notice her, chatting
casually with a nearby middle-aged lady.

“Xiao Wu.”

Wu Suowei turned, surprised to see Zhong Wenyu.

“Auntie, what brings you here?”

Zhong frowned, “Look at you, sweating so much.”

She took out a tissue to wipe his sweat.

Wu Suowei quickly stopped her, “No need, no need. The more you wipe now, the more
you sweat. It’ll cool down soon.” He rubbed his face with his hand, and his tired eyes
instantly brightened.

Zhong Wenyu looked at him sympathetically. “If you have difficulties, tell Auntie. If you
need money, I’ll give you some. You should pack up and go home!”

“No, really no need!” Wu Suowei smiled helplessly. “I’m just here to experience life.
Sitting in an office all day is too depressing. Auntie, are you in a hurry to go back? If not,
I’ll blow you a sugar figurine!”

He stood up and quickly blew a lifelike little rabbit.

Zhong Wenyu’s eyes lit up. “Wow, that’s really good! Didn’t expect you to have such a
skill! Not many know how to do this anymore, especially a young guy like you. Who has
the patience to practice?”

Wu Suowei felt embarrassed in his heart. To attract your son, you have to have patience
even if you don’t want to!

Zhong Wenyu cherished the figurine, then asked, “How did you know I was born in the
Year of the Rabbit?”

“Chi Cheng told me.”

Zhong Wenyu smiled gently, “You’re thoughtful.”

After getting back in the car, Chi Yuanduan glanced at the sugar figurine in Zhong
Wenyu’s hand, asking deliberately,
“What kind of junk is that?”

Zhong Wenyu gave him a sidelong glance, “Junk? If you’re so capable, why don’t you
blow one for me?”

Chi Yuanduan showed a disdainful expression.

Zhong Wenyu stuck the figurine in the gap of the car’s air freshener and sighed.

“You said he was just putting on a show for us, right? When I went over, he didn’t
complain once. I wanted to give him money, but he refused. He said he was here to
experience life. Listen to that, such a sensible kid!”

Although Chi Yuanduan’s face remained cold, his heart was somewhat touched.

“There are things I’m even embarrassed to say to you! My property papers aren’t
finished, but that kid has already sold the house. Only you treat those houses of Chi
Cheng like treasures; he never even thought about it…”

The more chaotic Chi Yuanduan’s mind became, the more Zhong Wenyu kept talking.
Finally, Chi Yuanduan’s face darkened, and he grabbed the figurine from the air
freshener.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“What?” Chi Yuanduan stuffed it into his mouth and ate it.

Zhong Wenyu gritted her teeth, muttering quietly, “That old man, never seen anyone so
shameless!”

Early in the morning, after taking a call, Wang Gu woke up laughing.

He pushed Wang Zhen hard, “Hey, wake up! Great news!”

Wang Zhen squinted sharply at Wang Gu. Usually, Wang Gu’s favorite thing was not
being woken by calls in the morning. But today, after being woken, he showed the
brightest smile in six months—enough to show how happy he was.

“What news?” Wang Zhen asked coldly.

Wang Gu said, “Chi Cheng got arrested!”

He rolled happily on the bed, rolling onto Wang Zhen’s back then down again. Propping
his head on his arm, smiling brightly at Wang Zhen, with joy like a lifelong bachelor
finally marrying.
Wang Zhen found him annoying and turned over to sleep.

Wang Gu climbed on top again, cheerfully asking, “Been busy lately?”

“For what?” Wang Zhen watched him warily.

Wang Gu laughed heartily, slapped Wang Zhen’s waist hard, “Come back to the country
with me! You can’t miss such a big event. Hurry, pack up, we’re leaving now.”

Wang Zhen remained still like a corpse.

“Come on! If we don’t go soon, Chi Cheng will be out by then. Who’ll go then?”

Wang Zhen still didn’t move.

Wang Gu cleared his throat and deliberately said, “Now that Chi Cheng is in, Wu Big
Eye loses his backing. I gotta take advantage and mess with him!”

Right after that, Wang Zhen sat up.

Wang Gu’s dark face darkened further, “Hey Wang Zhen, what do you mean? I tried to
urge you, but you ignored me. Why do you suddenly get lively when I mention Wu Big
Eye?”

Wang Zhen said nothing and quickly got dressed, going to the bathroom.

Tonight, Jia Shen was on night duty again.

After finishing his work, he sat beside the monitor and started doing what he enjoyed
most these days: closely watching every move of Chi Cheng.

More than monitoring, it was appreciation—admiring Chi Cheng’s Adam’s apple moving
as he smoked, admiring his strong brow when deep in thought, admiring his muscular
chest when he took off his shirt, admiring the masculine symbol lurking in his
underwear...

Jia Shen was completely absorbed when Chi Cheng suddenly fixed his gaze on the corner
camera.

Though he knew Chi Cheng couldn’t see him through the camera, Jia Shen’s heart
suddenly pounded wildly.

Chi Cheng stared straight at the camera with sharp eyes that pierced Jia Shen’s nerves
through the monitor.
Jia Shen felt his chest burning, nervous to look away but unwilling to, holding his breath
as they stared at each other.

Soon, a manly smile appeared at the corner of Chi Cheng’s mouth.

Jia Shen’s ears even flushed red.

Then Chi Cheng parted his thin lips and slowly said four words:

“I want to see you.”

Soon after, under the pretext of inspection, Jia Shen called Chi Cheng into the duty room.

Once inside, Chi Cheng got straight to the point without a word of preamble.

“Help me find someone to deliver a package.”

Jia Shen knew this was illegal, and of course Chi Cheng did too.

“Why me?” Jia Shen asked.

Chi Cheng said calmly, “Because you’ll help me.”

A strange feeling stirred in Jia Shen’s chest—both exciting and slightly uncomfortable.

“What if I don’t help?”

“Suit yourself.”

After saying that, Chi Cheng strode out. Jia Shen hesitated but followed him.

Chi Cheng had made a small wooden box himself out of boredom. The bottom and sides
were smooth wooden planks, the top was slatted wood with gaps between the strips, so
you could see what was inside. There was a small iron clasp, which had to be broken to
open, so no peeking was allowed.

Jia Shen glanced roughly at the contents—seemed to be a note.

Chi Cheng secretly gave Jia Shen Wu Suowei’s phone number and address. Jia Shen
quietly returned to the duty room after receiving them.
 CHAPTER 266
Just as Wu Suowei was about to pack up and go home, Jia Shen’s call came through.

“Is this Wu Suowei?”

Wu Suowei nodded. “Yes, who’s this?”

No introduction, no small talk. Jia Shen just said, “Come pick up your stuff.” Then he
gave a simple address, slipped his phone into his pocket, and waited for Wu Suowei to
arrive.

Wu Suowei felt confused. Who was this? No explanation, and the call ended abruptly.

Normally, Wu Suowei would have just treated this as a spam call. But in such a sensitive
time, he didn’t dare ignore any unexpected change. What if this was someone secretly
sent by Chi Cheng for contact, who kept things brief to avoid being overheard? Missing
this could cause trouble.

With that thought, Wu Suowei quickly parked near a mall and took a taxi to the given
address.

Since Wu Suowei had previously entered the detention center under the identity of a
hired lawyer with fake documents, Jia Shen didn’t know he was actually Wu Suowei.
Waiting on the street corner, Jia Shen was a bit curious—who was this person that Chi
Cheng was still trying so hard to contact during such a sensitive time?

When Wu Suowei arrived, he called Jia Shen.

Jia Shen stood about five meters away but didn’t answer the call—he just walked over.

It was already dark. When Jia Shen reached Wu Suowei, he realized this was the same
person who had come to the detention center to see Chi Cheng.

“You’re the one?” Wu Suowei was surprised too.

Jia Shen handed Wu Suowei a small wooden box. “Chi Cheng asked me to give this to
you.”

“Oh, thanks.” Wu Suowei took it.

Jia Shen stared at Wu Suowei for a while, his gaze sharp with the typical alertness of a
policeman.

“You’re not a lawyer, are you?”

Wu Suowei was momentarily speechless.

“Alright, you don’t have to say anything. I already know,” Jia Shen said, hands in
pockets, looking cool. “Chi Cheng trusts me, and I trust you.”

After speaking, he patted Wu Suowei’s shoulder and walked away.

Wu Suowei looked at his retreating figure, then walked off holding the wooden box.

Back at the clinic, Wu Suowei eagerly opened the box.

Inside was only a note.

Chi Cheng’s handwriting was a bit messy but showed effort to write neatly.

“Not because I hate you, but because I can’t bear to part with you.”

Though it was just this one sentence, it stirred many feelings in Wu Suowei’s heart.

Chi Cheng wasn’t afraid of being sentenced, or of prison, or of being betrayed by prison
guards. He was only afraid that Wu Suowei would resent his ambiguous words, be angry
or hurt.

Actually, Wu Suowei never cared about that sentence. It was Chi Cheng’s sudden gesture
that made his heart ache.

The next day, Jiang Xiaoshuai came to the clinic and saw Wu Suowei hadn’t set up his
stall yet, feeling puzzled.

“Hey, why aren’t you out there yet? If you don’t go soon, there won’t be a spot.”

Wu Suowei lay on the table, fiddling with the small wooden box. His dull eyes showed
he hadn’t rested well the night before.

“Don’t want to go.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai sat down and flicked Wu Suowei’s forehead. “Why not? Are you tired?”

Wu Suowei shook his head, still playing with the box.

Jiang Xiaoshuai grabbed the box to look at it and immediately made a disgusted face.

“Where’d you get this crappy wooden box? Such rough workmanship!” He acted as if to
throw it away.

Wu Suowei snatched it back, his big eyes flashing a bit of anger.

“What are you saying? Rough? For a place like the detention center, with shortages and
delays, this is pretty good.”

“Oh?” Jiang Xiaoshuai was surprised. “Chi Cheng made it?”

Wu Suowei nodded proudly.

“How did he give it to you?”

Hearing this, Wu Suowei’s smile faded.

“He had a guard secretly deliver it.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai cautiously asked, “Jia Shen?”

Wu Suowei was puzzled. “How do you know it was him?”

“Guozi told me. He said the guard in charge of Chi Cheng takes good care of him—
seems his name is Jia Shen.”

Hearing this made Wu Suowei feel even more uneasy.

“Do you know what Jia Shen said when he gave me this yesterday?”

“What?”

“‘Chi Cheng trusts me, and I trust you.’”

Jiang Xiaoshuai was a bit confused. “So what?”

“So what? We’ve only known Chi Cheng a few days! And he’s already talking about
trust! Come on, if he didn’t have some idea, would he risk helping someone he barely
knows, who’s carrying such a heavy charge?”

“Maybe he wants to curry favor with Chi Cheng, knowing he won’t be inside for long,”
Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Wu Suowei snorted coldly, “If he really wanted to curry favor, he wouldn’t have acted
like that to me. If you want to curry favor, first you treat the people around him well.”

“True,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said, sipping water. “Guozi said Jia Shen’s actually pretty
handsome!”

Upon hearing that, Wu Suowei’s face darkened further.

“Handsome? Where? I don’t see it! Guozi must be blind.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai almost spat out his water.

“I didn’t see it either—I just heard Guozi say it.”

Wu Suowei immediately retorted, “Guozi’s got bad taste!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai slammed his cup down on the table, glaring at Wu Suowei.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Wu Suowei fixed his eyes on the iron clasp of the wooden box, pretending not to hear.

“Even if Guozi’s taste is bad, it can’t be worse than Chi Cheng’s! He even liked someone
like Wang Shuo!”

Mentioning Wang Shuo, Wu Suowei suddenly remembered something.

“Last night, I don’t know why, I dreamed of him. Dreamed he came back, then I woke
up.”

“And then?” Jiang Xiaoshuai was curious about Wu Suowei’s feelings afterward.

Wu Suowei smiled wryly. “Then I went back to sleep and continued the dream. His
brother came back too.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai grinned. “What do you think Chi Cheng would think if he knew about
your dream?”

“Don’t you start yapping again!” Wu Suowei glared fiercely.

Jiang Xiaoshuai disliked being called a chatterbox. “Don’t keep calling me that! What did
I say? …Hey, speaking of Wang Shuo, I just remembered something. Don’t tell anyone,
okay?”

“Look at you, blaming me...” Wu Suowei was helpless.

Jiang Xiaoshuai’s face darkened. “You want to hear or not?”

Wu Suowei nodded quickly like a pecking chick.

Jiang Xiaoshuai said, “According to insiders, Wang Zhen and Wang Shuo aren’t real
brothers. Wang Shuo isn’t his biological mom’s son—he was adopted.”

“Then where did he come from?” Wu Suowei asked mockingly. “Hatched from a snake
egg?”
“I’m serious,” Jiang Xiaoshuai said earnestly. “Look at Wang Zhen and Wang Shuo. Do
they even look like brothers standing side by side?”

“No,” Wu Suowei admitted honestly. “But Chi Cheng said if you look closely, they’re
quite alike.”

Jiang Xiaoshuai twitched his mouth. “That’s just Chi Cheng deceiving himself. Trying to
convince himself Wang Shuo isn’t so bad, just hasn’t grown up yet. But really, Wang
Shuo’s no good. Even if he grew up, he’d still be like that.”

Wu Suowei smiled mischievously. “That’s the truth.”

After a while, Wu Suowei asked, “Does Wang Shuo know this?”

“No,” Jiang Xiaoshuai looked serious. “That’s why I told you not to spread it. Wang
Shuo cares a lot about how their parents treat them. Since childhood, he’s been jealous
and competitive with Wang Zhen. Don’t tell anyone, and definitely not in front of Wang
Shuo. It would kill him.”

“Am I that heartless? Use this kind of thing to provoke someone? Besides, he’s miles
away from me. Who else would I tell?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai relaxed.

Wu Suowei spent the whole afternoon cooped up in the clinic’s back room, lying on the
bed with his belly exposed, the little wooden box resting on it. He watched the box rise
and fall with his breathing, lost in thought.

When dinner time came, Wu Suowei finally got up. After some fussing in the kitchen, he
tried calling Jia Shen.

“Can you come out for a bit?”

Jia Shen said, “I only have twenty minutes. Hurry, I have to go on duty soon.”

Hearing this, Wu Suowei quickly put on his shoes and left.

More than ten minutes later, Wu Suowei met Jia Shen again.

“Please deliver this to Chi Cheng.”

Wu Suowei handed back the wooden box.

Jia Shen didn’t take it, but looked at Wu Suowei with an assessing gaze.
Wu Suowei smiled at him, “I’m an old friend of Chi Cheng’s. He said you’re a good
person.”

Jia Shen snatched the box from Wu Suowei’s hands immediately.

CHAPTER 267
Returned to the detention center, Jia Shen handed the small wooden box back to Chi
Cheng.

Chi Cheng’s thick brows furrowed slightly. “He didn’t want it?”

“No, he told me to give it to you.”

Jia Shen carefully noticed that from the moment Chi Cheng misunderstood that Wu
Suowei didn’t want it, to the moment he realized Wu Suowei had sent it in again, his
expression underwent a steep transformation. This kind of change made Jia Shen feel a
bit uncomfortable inside.

“Who exactly is he?” Jia Shen asked.

Chi Cheng was silent for a while, then said, “Childhood friend.”

Jia Shen suddenly looked relieved. “So he really is your childhood friend?”

Chi Cheng gave Jia Shen’s striking face a cold stare and shot back, “What did you
think?”

“I didn’t think anything. Just found it a little hard to believe.”

“Do you believe it now?”

Jia Shen smiled slowly, rested one long leg on a low stool, and cast a meaningful glance
at Chi Cheng.

“Does it matter to you whether I believe it?”

“It matters.”

Jia Shen’s heart suddenly trembled, like he’d been shocked by electricity—his whole
chest felt tingly and numb. As he walked out, he still had a dizzy, dreamlike sensation.

After Jia Shen left, Chi Cheng opened the small wooden box.
Inside was a sugar figurine Wu Suowei had blown. Originally he intended to make a
heart, but somehow it turned into two little eggs. Thinking it might be fate, he sent the
little sugar eggs to Chi Cheng.

A faint smile appeared on Chi Cheng’s sharply defined face, as if he were looking not at
the sugar figurine, but at the two round balls Wu Suowei had accidentally squeezed out
while pulling up his pants too quickly.

In someone else’s hands, it was just a sugar figurine. But in Chi Cheng’s large, bony
hand, it looked like a droplet of water, seemingly ready to melt at the slightest squeeze.

After returning to the duty room, Jia Shen habitually glanced at the monitor and was
momentarily stunned.

Chi Cheng’s well-built body leaned diagonally against the bedframe. His muscular arm
raised slightly, and in his rough hand was a sugar figurine completely mismatched with
his image. Instead of devouring it like usual, he slowly pushed it into his mouth, eating it
with particular care and focus, as if trying to let the sweetness seep into his heart bit by
bit.

Because Chi Cheng’s camera was a little far, Jia Shen couldn’t clearly see the shape of
the sugar figurine in his hand. He just thought that the normally fierce and imposing Chi
Cheng, eating sugar like this, looked adorably silly and unexpectedly endearing—
radiating an indescribable charm.

Jia Shen stared blankly, feeling as if his own heart had gone sweet too.

...

Another sunny day, Wu Suowei stood at the street corner, looking thoroughly wilted
from the heat.

Just then, a figure appeared, instantly perking him up.

No way. That dream was that accurate?

Wang Shuo walked over from across the street, with a face that wasn’t very distinctive,
but a walking style that was. Even though he pulled his cap low and squinted from the
sunlight, Wu Suowei could still see the mischief in his eyes.

“Hey, aren’t you that... that...” Wang Shuo feigned sudden realization. “President Wu!
Yeah, weren’t you that President Wu? Haven’t seen you in half a year—how come you
changed careers?”

Wu Suowei pretended not to hear and continued scraping the dried sugar bits off the
wooden rack.
“I mean, President Wu, last year I bought lamps from your store and you said, ‘Don’t
bother paying, just consider it a gift!’” Wang Shuo exaggerated Wu Suowei’s bold tone,
waving his hand dramatically. “‘Deliver this batch to Mr. Wang!’”

Wu Suowei gave him a faint glance and still didn’t say a word.

Wang Shuo didn’t stop. “So where’s your man? That Mr. Chi who gave up animal
farming to go into politics for you? I just called him—why didn’t he pick up? He—”

“You’re not your parents’ biological child,” Wu Suowei said.

Wang Shuo’s smirk vanished instantly, and his face turned purplish.

At that moment, a man with a strong aura and a severe expression strode over. Passersby
all kept a one-meter distance.

Seeing Wang Zhen, Wu Suowei had a déjà vu-like flashback to his dream.

But before Wang Zhen could approach Wu Suowei’s stand, Wang Shuo dragged him
three meters away.

“He said I’m not our parents’ biological son.”

“You’re not,” Wang Zhen said coldly. “How many times have I told you?”

“That was a joke, wasn’t it?” Wang Shuo’s face darkened.

Wang Zhen replied, “If you think everything I say is a joke, how do you know when
someone else is being serious?”

After saying this, Wang Zhen shrugged off Wang Shuo and continued walking toward
Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei’s gaze pierced through Wang Shuo and locked with Wang Zhen’s, sparking
invisible electricity.

“What makes you say we’re not real brothers?” Wang Shuo asked.

Wu Suowei wore a tolerant expression. “Sure, we’re half-brothers—different fathers,

different mothers.”

Wang Shuo, “…”

After a while, Wu Suowei added, “Go grab someone off the street and ask if they think
you two are real brothers. Look at yourselves—do you even have one thing in common?”
Wang Shuo said bitterly, “Even if we’re not real brothers, I’m the biological one. He’s
the adopted one.”

“Impossible,” Wu Suowei scoffed.

Wang Shuo squinted at Wu Suowei. “Why not?”

“I’ve seen your parents’ photos—they’re both pretty fair-skinned.”

Wu Suowei emphasized the word “fair.”

Wang Shuo sulked in silence for a while. Eventually, unable to think of a comeback, he
went back to grumbling. “Hey, aren’t you that... that... President Wu! Half a year and
now you’re making candy?”

Wu Suowei laughed gleefully, to the point where Wang Shuo almost dumped a bowl of
sugar syrup on his head.

Later, two customers arrived. Watching Wu Suowei skillfully blow two sugar roses,
Wang Shuo thought to himself: he’s got some real skill!

After they left, Wang Shuo said, “I can’t leave empty-handed. You look like you’re
struggling, so let me help. You wouldn’t take money directly, so I’ll just buy a few of
your sugar figures to support your business.”

Then he turned to Wang Zhen. “Tell him—what should he make?”

Wang Shuo just wanted to test Wang Zhen, to see how much he cared for Wu Suowei.

Wang Zhen’s gaze toward Wu Suowei appeared indifferent, but held a barely noticeable
softness.

“Blow a hundred balloons.”

Wang Shuo gritted his teeth and laughed coldly. “Balloons? You might as well buy the
whole pot of syrup. Save him the sunstroke. This is just disguised charity—trying to
humiliate him. Tell you what, Dà Wèi, I respect you. Make me ten porcupines for five
bucks—how about it?”

Wu Suowei sneered. “I’ll give you five hundred if you go find some shade—now.”

Wang Shuo chuckled. He didn’t really mean harm—just wanted to remind Wu Suowei:
the way you deal with me? Use that same spirit to handle whoever’s trying to hurt you in
secret.
Wang Zhen placed a hand on Wang Shuo’s shoulder, making half of it go numb. Like his
mute pressure point was triggered, Wang Shuo couldn’t say another word.

“We just got off the plane. Gotta go freshen up—we’ll talk later,” Wang Zhen said to Wu
Suowei.

Wu Suowei nodded. “It’s too hot. You guys go cool off.”

Wang Zhen didn’t say anything else and walked off with Wang Shuo.

Wu Suowei quickly grabbed a finished sugar figure, took a few big steps, and leapt
behind Wang Zhen. He stuck the sugar figure’s stick behind Wang Zhen’s ear.

Wang Shuo noticed something odd behind him. Because of his sore shoulder, he couldn’t
turn fully the first time. By the time he did, the sugar figure behind Wang Zhen’s ear was
gone.

A flicker of doubt crossed Wang Shuo’s face, then he turned back.

Wang Zhen licked his lips. He’d eaten too fast earlier—hadn’t even tasted it.

After both Wangs left, Wu Suowei felt his pocket and found a palm-sized seashell. Wang
Zhen had picked it up from the beach and secretly slipped it into Wu Suowei’s pocket
while Wang Shuo was teasing him.

The shell was calming. Wu Suowei felt a warmth rise in his heart.

...

On a day when Jia Shen was on duty, Wu Suowei bought lots of dried tofu and spicy
snacks—all Chi Cheng’s favorites—and asked Jia Shen to deliver them.

This time, Jia Shen was much friendlier, even joking with Wu Suowei.

“Chi Cheng acts all high and mighty around you guys, huh? In the detention center, he
gets special treatment and even has you bringing food from outside?”

Wu Suowei chuckled. “Yeah, if I don’t treat him right now, who knows how he’ll treat
me when he gets out?”

Jia Shen laughed. “He never dares act like that with me—always talks politely.”

“Really?” Wu Suowei feigned surprise. “Then you must be something special! He’s not
like that with us—can’t go three sentences without a scolding.”
Jia Shen lifted his foot to rest on the wall, dusted off his shoe, and said with a grin,
“That’s because we’re not close.”

Wu Suowei followed up, “Wrong. He’s the same with everyone—strangers or friends.
It’s all about first impressions. If he likes you, he’s got a good temper no matter what.”

Jia Shen smiled faintly, as if he’d been waiting for Wu Suowei to say exactly that.

CHAPTER 268
During the day, Chi Cheng was bored in the detention center, playing with a one-mao
coin in his hand. After spinning it quickly, he let it stand steadily on the table. After doing
this several times, he picked up the coin and carefully examined it.

Then, Chi Cheng rubbed the coin hard against the concrete wall until the pattern on it was
completely worn off. He then polished it with cotton cloth, followed by toothpaste, until
it shone like a mirror. Finally, he used a straightened collar hook to engrave little dots
onto it, forming characters with a sandblasted texture—it looked beautiful.

Chi Cheng planned to make a pendant: the front would have “Cheng” engraved on it, and
the back would have “Weiwei,” to give to Wu Suowei when he got out.

But just as he finished carving the character “Cheng,” he was called in for a talk by the
deputy director of the detention center.

When Chi Cheng returned, Jia Shen was already in the cell, and the pendant had been
taken and placed in Jia Shen’s shirt pocket.

“Thanks,” Jia Shen flashed a toothy grin at Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng looked at him without expression and spoke stiffly, “Did I say that was for
you?”

Jia Shen kept smiling, acting like he didn’t care but clearly doing it on purpose.

“Save your breath.”

He said that and stomped back to the office in his leather boots.

You couldn’t blame Jia Shen for overthinking it—prisoners often made little crafts to
give Jia Shen as a gift before they were released. Who would’ve thought someone would
try to take one out of the detention center? Especially someone like Chi Cheng, who
didn’t lack anything in life—would he really bother taking something so worthless?
So, Jia Shen naturally assumed the pendant was a parting gift made for him before Chi
Cheng’s release.

Chi Cheng didn’t ask for it back either. He simply made another one. This time he only
engraved the character “Wei.” By the time he finished, it was almost dawn.

In the following days, Wu Suowei asked Jia Shen to deliver a few more things—some
underwear, some snacks. Jia Shen often teased him, saying Wu Suowei was acting like
Chi Cheng’s nanny. As time went on, they got more familiar with each other, and Jia
Shen started sharing stories from the detention center.

“I heard Chi Cheng has certain... tastes, huh?”

Wu Suowei didn’t get it. “What kind of tastes?”

Jia Shen gestured with his hands, hinting at Chi Cheng being gay.

Wu Suowei played it vague.

“You don’t need to hide it from me,” Jia Shen said carelessly. “Back when I was a guard
at the prison, I saw this kind of thing all the time. Since coming to the detention center,
it’s actually toned down a bit.”

Wu Suowei gave an awkward laugh. “Prison’s different from regular life. In prison, it’s
biological needs. In daily life, this kind of preference isn’t exactly something you parade
around.”

Jia Shen also felt awkward. “Maybe I’ve been in this environment too long—it’s messed
with my head.”

Wu Suowei gave Jia Shen a once-over, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Hey... just asking... someone with your looks, working in prison or a detention center,
must get a lot of attention, right? All those guys who’ve been jerking off for months
probably stare at you like hawks.”

Jia Shen snorted. “The quiet ones are okay—they just sneak a glance and that’s it. What I
can’t stand is the foul-mouthed kind. Just staring isn’t enough—they have to throw in a
couple of nasty remarks. Drives me crazy.”

“Chi Cheng ever throw any at you?” Wu Suowei asked deliberately.

Jia Shen’s face changed slightly and he spoke slowly. “He... didn’t say anything... but
he’s got worse tricks.”

“Oh? What kind of tricks? Spill it.”

Jia Shen looked uncomfortable. “You still need to ask? You’ve known him for years.
Don’t you know what he’s like?”

“I just want to hear it from you,” Wu Suowei insisted. “Come on, tell me in your own
words.”

Jia Shen shot Wu Suowei a half-annoyed look. “You’re just as bad as him now. Did Chi
Cheng put you up to this?”

“Doesn’t matter who sent me,” Wu Suowei said cheekily. “Just spill it—I love hearing
Chi Cheng’s scandalous stories.”

After dragging his feet for a bit, Jia Shen finally began speaking slowly.

“That night, he knew damn well I was on shift. He knew I could see the monitor, and he
still went ahead and did that... thing, right in front of the camera. You didn’t see the look
on his face—it was like he was performing for me...”

The more Jia Shen spoke, the redder his face got. The more Wu Suowei listened, the
darker his face became.

But he held himself back well, not letting Jia Shen see anything. He also understood that
Jia Shen’s words were half-truth and half fantasy. Every cell had surveillance. Every
detainee had their moments of weakness. If Jia Shen saw only Chi Cheng, the problem
wasn’t with Chi Cheng—it was with Jia Shen.

Wu Suowei was only angry that Chi Cheng was so careless. He clearly knew someone
was watching, yet still chose that exact moment. What Chi Cheng didn’t know was that
Jia Shen watched the monitor obsessively all night long. What choice did Chi Cheng
even have?

“Heh... you didn’t get hard watching that?” Wu Suowei teased.

Jia Shen shot him a look. “Why would I get hard?”

Wu Suowei muttered in his mind: You’re almost hard just talking to me about it—who
the hell would believe you weren’t back then?

After a while, Jia Shen added, “And he tried to act cute at the camera too!”

Wu Suowei twitched. “He knows how to act cute?”

“You don’t know!” Jia Shen got excited. “It was disgusting. That day he ate a lollipop in
his cell. And not even crunching it—he licked it, bit by bit, like a kid! You tell me—
wasn’t he doing it on purpose?”
Wu Suowei humored him. “He doesn’t usually eat candy like that, so yeah, it must’ve
been deliberate.”

Jia Shen went on complaining, then checked the time and said, “Time to go. I have to
take over the shift.”

Wu Suowei said, “Don’t forget to give those things to Chi Cheng.”

Jia Shen rolled his eyes. “Again?! Damn, so much trouble! You guys better not keep
spoiling him like this. He hasn’t even been sentenced yet. If he got three to five years,
wouldn’t you all be exhausted?”

“If he really got three to five years, I wouldn’t be rushing to deliver anything anymore!
I’m just afraid he’ll be released in three to five days. If I don’t do something while I can,
he’ll curse me for being heartless when he gets out.”

Wu Suowei said it casually, but when Jia Shen mentioned “three to five years,” his heart
sank.

Jia Shen’s face also changed. “Yeah... his trial is in three days.”

After that, he fell silent for a long time, lost in thought.

Wu Suowei patted him on the shoulder. “Go do your shift. I gotta get going too.”

“Mm.”

The next two days, Wu Suowei couldn’t sleep at all. Before, when he was dead tired, he
could nap anywhere. Now, he wasn’t sleepy at all. Every night, he stared at the clock,
counting each rotation, thinking about how many were left until Chi Cheng came back.

Even though Guo Chengyu repeatedly promised everything would be fine, Wu Suowei
couldn’t help worrying. The closer it got to the court date, the worse it got—so bad it was
almost unbearable.

The night before the trial, Jiang Xiaoshuai called Wu Suowei. “Do you want to attend? If
you do, Guozi says he can apply for you...”

“No need,” Wu Suowei cut him off. “I’d rather wait quietly. His dad definitely won’t
want to see me.”

Truthfully, running into Chi Cheng’s parents was secondary. Mainly, Wu Suowei
couldn’t stand the atmosphere. He didn’t want to see Chi Cheng being brought out in
handcuffs, and he definitely didn’t want to see him taken away again. If that happened, he
would break down.
So, on the day of Chi Cheng’s trial, Wu Suowei went to his food stall like usual.

He hadn’t slept in three days and nights. With the blazing sun, he was dazed and
lightheaded. Worse, business was booming that day. Wu Suowei kept blowing balloons,
his brain deprived of oxygen, feeling like he was floating.

Finally, after the lunch rush, when people went back to work or school, he had a moment
to rest.

His clothes were soaked in sweat, but he didn’t even try to find a cool spot. He just stood
there, dazed, letting the sweat drip off him. He kept checking his phone—court started at
nine, and there’d been no word since.

As time passed, he sweated more and more. His face turned red from the heat, and he
didn’t even notice.

Suddenly, a blast of water hit the back of his neck, making him shiver.

He turned to look, only to get blasted in the face, nearly choking. From the laughter, he
recognized Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“You little punk—” he tried to curse, but Xiaoshuai shot water straight into his mouth.
Wu Suowei cursed and ran, abandoning his stall, while Xiaoshuai chased him with the
water gun.

When Xiaoshuai’s gun finally ran out of water, he went to refill it, giving Wu Suowei a
break.

Now Wu Suowei was completely soaked and shivering from the breeze.

Still panting, he cursed at Xiaoshuai. Just then, Guo Chengyu’s car pulled up.

“Aren’t you gonna stop him?! He sprayed me with a water gun!” Wu Suowei
complained.

Guo Chengyu said, “Wait here—I’ll get you a towel from the car.”

Instead of a towel, he came back with two super-sized high-pressure water guns—and
started spraying Wu Suowei again.

Inwardly, Wu Suowei screamed: You two bastards—ganging up on me just because Chi

Cheng isn’t around! He ran again, lungs about to burst, finally ducking into a narrow
alley to escape the dual assault.

Crouched under a building, he panted, eyes scanning for threats.

Suddenly, a water balloon exploded over his head.

“Damn—who was that?!”

He looked up and saw Wang Gu leaning out a second-floor window.

“Wu Big Eyes!”

Then a barrage of water balloons rained down, forcing Wu Suowei to run for cover.

Wang Gu laughed maniacally. “That’s for making me blow up balloons!”

Wu Suowei fled east, turned a corner—and slammed into a tall figure.

Looking up, he saw Wang Zhen’s cold, majestic face glowing like a savior.

“Save me!” Wu Suowei cried. “Those three—”

Before he could finish, Wang Zhen turned a hose on him. This time, Wu Suowei couldn’t
even run. He collapsed to the ground, soaked like a drowned rat, pounding the pavement
in laughter and curses.

Soon Guo Chengyu, Jiang Xiaoshuai, and Wang Gu all arrived. The four of them took
advantage of Chi Cheng’s absence to gleefully torment Wu Suowei. It was a blast.

Meanwhile, Chi Cheng’s four-hour trial finally ended. As Guo Chengyu predicted, the
evidence was insufficient, and he was released on the spot.

Chi Yuanduan didn’t truly breathe easy until the judgment was fully read out.

In the end, Chi Cheng walked out of the courthouse with his family.

Chi Yuanduan’s car was parked at the curb. Chi Cheng grabbed the keys and got in the
driver’s seat.

“This time you were lucky—”

Before Chi Yuanduan could even finish the word “lucky,” Chi Cheng floored the gas and
drove off, leaving him standing there speechless.

He had thought his son, seeing how worried his parents had been, would at least drive
them home. Who knew the little bastard would just take the car and leave them behind?

Zhong Wenyu was confused. “What’s he in such a hurry for? Didn’t even say goodbye.”

Chi Yuanduan’s face darkened and he roared, “He’s rushing off to die!”
 CHAPTER 269
Wu Suowei huddled in the corner, soaked and miserable. Three water guns were aimed
straight at his most vulnerable spot. Countless “water bombs” rained down like a storm,
making him scream in agony. A water hose sprayed him from head to toe, leaving him
chilled to the bone…

“You bunch of backstabbing traitors!”

“Wait till I make a comeback—I'll tie you all up and throw you into a stinking ditch!”

“Ahhhh... someone help! Save me!”

“……”

The more Wu Suowei screamed, the more excited the four assailants became.

Jiang Xiaoshuai had bottled up too much frustration with Wu Suowei—he had to let it
out. Guo Chengyu had been running errands for Chi Cheng like a monk for days, he had
a score to settle. Wang Gu had been biding his time for months, just waiting for a chance
to strike back. And Wang Zhen? He just thought Wu Suowei was too hot and genuinely
wanted to cool him off…

As the four of them went full-throttle bullying, suddenly, a powerful stream of water shot
in from behind, nearly knocking Jiang Xiaoshuai and Wang Gu off their feet.

Guo Chengyu wiped his face, squinting in the direction the water had come from.

Whoa! A water truck had entered the scene!

At the wheel was Gangzi. He’d caught wind of what was happening and rented a water
truck to come to the rescue. Standing tall atop the truck, Chi Cheng held a water cannon
and aggressively sprayed down the four bullies.

The moment Wu Suowei saw Chi Cheng arrive, he perked up. He sprang from the
ground, snatched up the water gun Jiang Xiaoshuai had dropped, and fired back in a
frenzy.

After dousing Jiang Xiaoshuai, Wu Suowei pointed at Wang Gu and yelled to Chi Cheng,
“Spray him! Spray him dead!”
Chi Cheng ignored everyone else and blasted Wang Zhen with water. Directing Gangzi to
maneuver the truck, he swung the thick water hose left and right, relentless in his attack,
as if determined to drown Wang Zhen alive.

While the battle raged on, Wu Suowei shouted out a bold cry for help.

“Chi Cheng, hurry! The three of them are ganging up on me!”

Chi Cheng leapt from the truck and left the job of handling Wang Zhen to Gangzi. He
dashed to Wu Suowei, grabbed him tightly into his arms, and began dodging the attackers
while sprinting back toward the water truck.

But before the truck’s automatic sprayers could even kick in, Wang Zhen made a flying
leap and clung to the door. Using his iron-strong elbows, he broke it open and shoved
Gangzi out.

Seeing things go south, Chi Cheng clutched Wu Suowei and bolted in the opposite
direction.

“Get on the truck!” Guo Chengyu shouted and jumped aboard first. Wang Gu followed
right behind. Jiang Xiaoshuai, being the clumsiest, slipped during his jump and nearly
rolled under the wheels. Luckily, Guo Chengyu reacted fast and hauled him up.

“You idiot!” Wang Gu cursed with a laugh.

But Wang Zhen floored the gas too hard, and Wang Gu lost balance, falling flat on his
back—thankfully landing on his butt.

“Wang Zhen, f*ck you and your ancestors!”

“Guo Chengyu, you selfish bastard! You only saved Jiang Xiaoshuai, what about me?!”

Wang Gu kept shouting as he chased the truck until Wang Zhen finally noticed and
stopped. Guo Chengyu and Jiang Xiaoshuai helped pull him back up.

Once the four regained control of Chi Cheng’s “weapon,” Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei
were left defenseless.

Gangzi drove up in Wu Suowei’s electric tricycle, shouting for them to get out of there.
Chi Cheng drove, Wu Suowei sat in the back—but the water blasts were all hitting from
behind. So Chi Cheng pulled Wu Suowei onto his lap, wrapped him in his shirt, holding
him tight to shield him from the water.

Wang Gu saw this and snorted angrily. “Give me the hose!”

He cranked up the water pressure and blasted the poor lovebirds who were clinging to
each other even amid their escape.

Wu Suowei buried his face into Chi Cheng’s chest, laughing and crying. The droplets on
Chi Cheng’s chest—whether from the water or Wu Suowei’s tears—slid down in silence.

Finally, Chi Cheng turned sharply into a narrow alley the water truck couldn’t enter.

Wu Suowei crawled out from under Chi Cheng’s shirt and laughed at him for a long time.

Chi Cheng pinched his face roughly, then softened, clearly distressed.

Then, he parked in front of a shop.

“I’m going to buy a towel. Wait here.”

Wu Suowei grabbed him. “You got money?”

Chi Cheng patted his pockets—he had no clue where his change went. Wu Suowei had
abandoned his stall, and with it, their money.

Chi Cheng took off his T-shirt, wrung it out, and roughly dried Wu Suowei’s hair.

Wu Suowei stared at Chi Cheng’s firm chest with glittering eyes.

“What are you looking at?” Chi Cheng flicked his forehead.

Wu Suowei giggled. “Nothing.”

They got back on the tricycle—Chi Cheng driving, Wu Suowei standing behind him. He
rested his hands on Chi Cheng’s head, occasionally tracing his sharp facial features with
his fingers. His once empty heart felt full.

The sun warmed them, the breeze blew gently, and their hair and clothes dried on the
ride.

Eventually, Chi Cheng drove them to Guo Chengyu’s house.

Jiang Xiaoshuai had run a hot bath for them. He may have gone wild with the water fight,
but when it came to care, he wasn’t sloppy. The bathroom smelled of natural sandalwood,
the large wooden tub came with massage functions, and scented oils filled the water—
perfect for relaxing, and a welcome-home ritual for Chi Cheng.

After nearly a month apart, the feeling of skin on skin was completely different now.
Chi Cheng leaned against the edge of the tub, one leg bent, the other stretched out.
Beneath his floating body hair, something proud and mighty stood tall. Wu Suowei
leaned on his shoulder, eyes lazily roaming over his body before resting firmly on his
face.

Chi Cheng glanced down, saw Wu Suowei with his head tilted, big eyes staring straight
at him. He pretended to glare fiercely. Wu Suowei grinned, a smile Chi Cheng couldn’t
resist.

Chi Cheng yanked him between his legs and pulled him into his arms.

Wu Suowei yawned and buried his head into Chi Cheng’s neck.

To Chi Cheng, this was the happiest moment in the world.

“Your head hurt?” Chi Cheng asked.

“A bit,” Wu Suowei replied.

Chi Cheng cursed silently—those four really overdid it. He cupped Wu Suowei’s head
with one hand and massaged him with the other, raising the water temperature to drive
out the chill from Wu Suowei’s body.

While enjoying the massage, Wu Suowei’s fingers traced Chi Cheng’s chest line upward,
finally grabbing the pendant around his neck. He flipped it over and saw the name
“Weiwei” engraved on the back.

“You made this?” he asked.

Chi Cheng nodded.

“Not bad at all!” Wu Suowei smiled, biting the pendant between his teeth, eyes
narrowing mischievously at Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng felt a fire ignite in his chest, his breath quickened, and he wrapped an arm
around Wu Suowei’s head, pulling him into a deep kiss.

At first, Wu Suowei whimpered. Soon, he was silent.

By the time Chi Cheng released him, Wu Suowei had fallen asleep.

This rough and rugged man, being so patient and gentle while washing Wu Suowei’s
hair, was something rare. As he poured water over Wu Suowei’s head, he always ended
up caressing his face, moved by a tenderness hard to put into words. He just wanted to
pull Wu Suowei into his heart and protect him forever.
Having gone three nights without sleep—and previously worn out—Wu Suowei, now
completely relaxed, fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

That night, Jiang Xiaoshuai opened the door and was about to speak but was silenced by
Chi Cheng’s sharp look.

Seeing Wu Suowei asleep, Jiang Xiaoshuai tiptoed out and quietly closed the door.

The next day at noon, Jiang Xiaoshuai checked again—same scene.

By evening, seeing it again, he finally couldn’t resist.

“What?” Chi Cheng eyed him suspiciously.

Jiang Xiaoshuai reached out to check Wu Suowei’s breathing. “Just seeing if he’s still
alive!”

Of course he was alive—warm in Chi Cheng’s arms!

Back outside, Guo Chengyu asked, “Still not awake?”

“Nope!”

“He’s gotta eat, right?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai scoffed, “Chi Cheng hasn’t moved an inch, still holding him… Damn,
this is too much—it’s like a romance drama.”

Guo Chengyu said nothing, just grabbed some food from the restaurant and delivered it to
their room.

Before leaving, he teased Chi Cheng, “Wherever you are, you’re always the boss.”

And the one in his arms?

Answer: the ancestor.

The third morning, Wang Gu arrived.

“Where are those two? Gone?”

“Shhh!” Jiang Xiaoshuai whispered, “Still sleeping.”

“Still? It’s so late!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai explained the whole situation.

Wang Gu’s chest tightened—he couldn’t tell if it was jealousy or just annoyance.
“Seriously? This dramatic? I don’t buy it—I’m gonna yell, what’s he gonna do?”

He ran to Chi Cheng’s door and started singing—loudly, and completely off-key.

Wu Suowei stirred restlessly in Chi Cheng’s arms.

Chi Cheng gently laid him down and walked out the door.

Just as Wang Gu hit a high note, a big hand clamped the back of his head.

“You asking for it?”

Inside the room, Wu Suowei heard Chi Cheng’s roar and smiled slyly in his sleep.

CHAPTER 270
After Chi Cheng returned, Wu Suowei still refused to get up. Chi Cheng asked if he
wanted to eat, but Wu Suowei shook his head. Chi Cheng asked if he wanted to go to the
bathroom, but Wu Suowei still shook his head. Chi Cheng gave up and held him in his
arms for several more hours.

It wasn't until the evening that Wu Suowei finally felt fully rested.

But due to recent overwork and the long hours of sleep without food or water, Wu
Suowei was still very weak and his words lacked confidence.

"Are you hungry?" Chi Cheng asked him.

Wu Suowei nodded languidly, "A little."

Chi Cheng went to the kitchen to heat up some ready-made food and brought it directly to
Wu Suowei's room. After a few bites, Wu Suowei's sense of taste returned, and he felt
like he could never be full.

"Eat slowly," Chi Cheng said to him.

Without even looking up, Wu Suowei said, "I'm hungry!"

Chi Cheng said firmly, "Even if you're hungry, eat slowly. You won't be able to digest
it."
Wu Suowei didn't stop at Chi Cheng's rhetoric, but continued to wolf down his food. Chi
Cheng placed a mirror directly in front of Wu Suowei, who glanced at it before slowly
chewing.

Three bowls of rice, two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and a bowl of soup were all
devoured by Wu Suowei. He was now completely full, full of energy, and his eyes lit up.

"By the way, when are you coming home?" Wu Suowei asked.

Chi Cheng said, "Tomorrow."

"Wait until tomorrow? Your parents are so worried about you. You should go back now."

"What time is it now?" Chi Cheng tapped Wu Suowei on the forehead. "They've already
gone to bed. Let's talk about it tomorrow!"

Wu Suowei then realized it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening. He'd slept for
two days and two nights, so he must have looked particularly unkempt. He went to the
bathroom, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and showered. When he came out, he
instantly felt refreshed.

Chi Cheng, a majestic figure, straddled the sofa and extended his large hand toward Wu
Suowei.

"Bao'er, sit on my lap."

Wu Suowei, a grown man, refused to yield. "I won't go."

"Come here," Chi Cheng called softly. "It's been so long since I kissed you."

Wu Suowei thought to himself, "Do you take me for an idiot? How many kisses have you
snuck into me while I was asleep? Don't think I don't know."

But after being apart for so long, Wu Suowei missed Chi Cheng like crazy. Chi Cheng's
teasing tantalized Wu Suowei, who couldn't resist the temptation and reluctantly walked
over.

When Wu Suowei was still a meter away from Chi Cheng, Chi Cheng leaned over and
grabbed Wu Suowei, dragging him onto his lap without a second thought.

Then, he kissed Wu Suowei twice on the cheek.

Chi Cheng usually sucked his lips, bit his tongue, and nibbled his neck, but this innocent
kiss on the cheek was quite unaccustomed to Wu Suowei. His neck flushed all the way up
to his ears, and he awkwardly laughed and scolded, "What the hell are you doing?"
Chi Cheng laughed back, twisting Wu Suowei's ears and saying, "We haven't seen each
other for weeks, and you're already being distant with your husband?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wu Suowei said, feigning a stern tone. "Stop
saying 'husband, husband' all the time! Whose husband are you?"

Chi Cheng rubbed Wu Suowei's collarbone and chest with his stubble, causing him to
sway his waist and groan.

Chi Cheng rubbed against him, mocking him, "Whose husband do you say I am?
Whoever's flirting with me right now, I'm his husband."

Wu Suowei finally managed to stop Chi Cheng's torturous behavior. Grabbing his hair,
he demanded angrily, "Did you masturbate to Jia Shen on purpose?"

Chi Cheng's large hands gripped Wu Suowei's buttocks, pressing them against his crotch,
allowing him to fully feel the hardness.

"I didn't mean to do that. Don't you know that?"

Wu Suowei moved his buttocks back a few centimeters, toward Chi Cheng's knees,
avoiding close contact with that part of his body.

Then he replied grumpily, "I don't know."

Chi Cheng moved his buttocks back again: "You really don't know?"

Wu Suowei moved back again: "I know."

Chi Cheng moved forward again, Wu Suowei moved back again... The two of them
engaged in a seesaw-like tug-of-war for a long time.

Wu Suowei's breathing became completely disordered, and he struggled to get off Chi
Cheng's legs, mumbling incoherently, "Stop it... stop it..."

Not only did Chi Cheng refuse to let him off, he also lifted his bathrobe to admire the
small tent erected by his erection. Then, with a snap, his underwear was ripped open, and
Chi Cheng's hand slipped through the hole.

"Hmm... mmm..."

Wu Suowei's armpits trembled as Chi Cheng ruthlessly tickled them, and he moaned
uncontrollably.

Chi Cheng's hand slid to Wu Suowei's vagina, and his rough fingertips gently nudged it.
"Ah..."

Wu Suowei immediately contracted her vagina, subconsciously pushing against Chi

Cheng's arm.

Chi Cheng's large hands grasped Wu Suowei's waist, pushing him toward his knees.

Wu Suowei was about to be put down by Chi Cheng, but Chi Cheng suddenly spread his
legs, forcing Wu Suowei, who was straddling his lap, to spread his legs wide as well.

His armpits were instantly stretched, exposing his nipples to Chi Cheng's view.

Wu Suowei's handsome face flushed.

Chi Cheng inserted his lubricated finger into Wu Suowei's nipples, observing the changes
there directly and carefully.

When Chi Cheng's finger was halfway in, the anus suddenly contracted, and Wu Suowei
let out a sobbing moan.

"Don't...don't push..."

Chi Cheng, however, intensified his thrusts, stabbing Wu Suowei's nipples with each
thrust,fierce and precise.

"No...Chi Cheng...ah..."

Wu Suowei's face twisted as he let out a moan of utter pleasure.

Chi Cheng gripped Wu Suowei's long hair, forcing his handsome face towards him. He
said in a gruff voice, "I dream of seeing you horny."

With that, he pushed another finger in, roughly pounding Wu Suowei's anus, which had
been neglected for days.

Wu Suowei's hips twisted and turned on Chi Cheng's legs, and Chi Cheng's fingers
pursued and thrust relentlessly. Finally, Wu Suowei let out a cry of despair, and his torn
underwear was soaked.

Chi Cheng's crotch was already raging with vigor and fury, roaring fiercely. Perhaps
because he had been holding back too much recently, and his desire for Wu Suowei was
too intense, Chi Cheng's huge penis was even thicker than usual, erect and hard as an iron
rod.

Chi Cheng let Wu Suowei swallow it slowly, but only halfway in when the tip of his
penis hit Wu Suowei's nipple. Wu Suowei whimpered and refused to sit down again.
Chi Cheng thrust his penis down, plunging it completely inside. Wu Suowei moaned
loudly from the swelling and clutched his hair tightly.

"It hurts...it hurts..."

Chi Cheng waited, his hand soothing Wu Suowei's penis while his mouth passionately
kissed Wu Suowei's thin lips. Only when Wu Suowei's whimpers died down did Chi
Cheng begin to thrust hard and furiously.

"...Ahhh...my cock is so hard..."

Chi Cheng pinched Wu Suowei's nipples and asked, "Does it feel good?"

Wu Suowei moaned loudly, "It feels so good...so good...ahhhhh..."

After one round, Wu Suowei lay flat on the bed, his face drooping as he said to Chi
Cheng, "My ass hurts."

"Let me see."

Chi Cheng said as he spread Wu Suowei's butt cheeks apart, revealing the swollen pink
opening, still stained with Chi Cheng's fluids.

Chi Cheng's tongue licked it.

Having just been violently penetrated by the massive penis, Wu Suowei's vagina hadn't
fully closed yet, making it extremely sensitive. Chi Cheng's thick, powerful tongue swept
across the swollen folds before thrusting straight in.

Wu Suowei's body immediately felt like it was being electrocuted, his waist shaking
wildly and moaning non-stop. His hands clutched the bed sheet, his hips swaying from
side to side, and soon he came.

Then, Chi Cheng turned Wu Suowei over, pinned him down with his legs, and lifted his
hips, continuing.

"I can't take it anymore... Chi Cheng... please... ahhh..."

Wu Suowei clutched Chi Cheng's hair, moaning uncontrollably. A stream of fluid and
semen streamed from his vagina, and he was overcome with excitement.

Another violent spasm, and Wu Suowei's entire upper body left the bed sheet. He
clutched Chi Cheng's neck tightly, wailing several times before collapsing into his arms,
exhausted.
After a few moments of sweet talk, Wu Suowei's hand reached between Chi Cheng's legs
again, toying with his still-unswollen penis. His alluring eyes flickered towards Chi
Cheng.

Chi Cheng steadied his breath and feigned confusion, demanding, "What are you doing?"

Wu Suowei remained silent, his elbow pressing against Chi Cheng's neck, eagerly
nibbling at his voluptuous Adam's apple. Chi Cheng's eyes crimsoned with arousal, his
breathing heavy, and beads of sweat trickled down his neck.

CHAPTER 271
Wu Suowei's thin lips slowly moved down, from Chi Cheng's Adam's apple to his chest,
nibbling at the firm pectoral muscles. He watched Chi Cheng's abdominal muscles
tremble erratically with excitement.

Then he moved his warm, thin lips to Chi Cheng's dense, thick hair, sucking on a small
tuft of black hair, and gently licking the base with the tip of his tongue.

Chi Cheng's large hand clasped the back of Wu Suowei's head, and he let out a low growl
of utter enjoyment.

"Lick your husband's cock," Chi Cheng demanded, panting heavily.

Wu Suowei's warm mouth was filled with Chi Cheng's surging penis, and he slowly
pulled it out. His tongue traced the soft tip, and his soft, thin lips gently brushed the outer
wrinkles. Then he took it in again, deeper this time, his cheeks contracting more
forcefully, fiercely controlling Chi Cheng's most sensitive nerve.

Chi Cheng's chest was filled to the brink of explosion with lust. Wu Suowei began to
thrust rapidly, with measured depth and pressure. He then took out Chi Cheng's enormous
penis and delicately licked the small opening on the soft head with the tip of his tongue,
licking up the oozing fluid. He slowly lowered his tongue, tracing the perineum to the
two fleshy balls, wrapping his mouth around them and sucking fiercely, as if he wanted
to swallow all the essence that had accumulated over the past month.

A look of extreme impatience crossed Chi Cheng's brows, as if he were enduring

immense pain.

Wu Suowei lightly lifted his tongue and glared at Chi Cheng with seductive narrowed
eyes.

Perhaps the only person in the world who could make Chi Cheng's veins bulge with
excitement during foreplay, with a ferocious expression, was Wu Yaonie.
Chi Cheng grabbed Wu Suowei's neck and pulled him, who was crouching in his crotch,
in front of him. His red eyes glared at him with contempt, and his aura was filled with a
powerful animality.

"Fairy."

Chi Cheng pronounced the word with a rather emphatic tone, revealing the extent of his
mischief.

Wu Suowei remained silent, but instead, he pressed his five fingers together and rubbed
Chi Cheng's penis vigorously.

Chi Cheng gasped for air, forcing his last ounce of patience and asking, "What exactly
are you doing?"

Wu Suowei placed his mouth close to Chi Cheng's ear and whispered something, his face
flushing red, a look of extraordinary allure.

"Didn't I just let you cum twice?" Chi Cheng replied, deliberately perfunctory.

Wu Suowei bit Chi Cheng's earlobe and whispered, "That doesn't count."

Chi Cheng rubbed the soft flesh of Wu Suowei's buttocks fiercely, his mocking eyes
piercing Wu Suowei's already embarrassed face, further humiliating him.

"Why is your little asshole so smelly? Licking doesn't count, it has to be penetration,
right?"

Wu Suowei's face buried in the crook of Chi Cheng's neck, instantly sending heat through
Chi Cheng's heart.

Chi Cheng paused for less than half a second before roughly spreading Wu Suowei's legs
apart. Without giving him any time to prepare, he thrust his entire length from bottom to
top.

Wu Suowei raised his neck and moaned loudly, his large hands pressing against his
shoulders. The slow in-and-out movement escalated in a matter of seconds, creating a
turbulent tide on the bed.

"Ahhh... too fast..."

Chi Cheng, like a hungry, uncontrollable tiger, thrust his powerful hips with ferocious
force, the clapping sound continuous and the force so intense that Wu Suowei's hips
shook violently. Wu Suowei's moist, tight vagina squeezed Chi Cheng, causing him to
roar loudly, and the sudden surge of electricity made Wu Suowei moan.
"Chi Cheng... I miss you so much..." Wu Suowei practically bit Chi Cheng's shoulder
until it bled.

Chi Cheng asked, his breath ragged, "What do you miss?"

After that, he thrust violently, causing Wu Suowei to tremble and cry out in despair.

"I miss you...fuck me..."

Chi Cheng's heart felt like it was being violently kneaded and squeezed, nearly erupting
inside Wu Suowei.

"How much do you miss it?"

"Every night...ahhhh..."

Chi Cheng's face twisted instantly, and beads of sweat dripped from his chin into Wu
Suowei's eyes, stinging them. With tears in his eyes, Wu Suowei relished Chi Cheng's
final, fierce thrusts, which lasted for several minutes. His body lurched uncontrollably on
the bed, a final wave of heat coursing through his tailbone and scorching him to the point
of nearly losing his voice.

"Uh...uh..."

Wu Suowei's legs cramped, and he trembled for a long time, hugging Chi Cheng. Only
after the pleasure had mostly faded did he let out a sob-like moan.

"Wu..."

Chi Cheng let out a long sigh, a look of relief emerging from his hardened face after a
brief burst of pleasure. He didn't withdraw from Wu Suowei. Instead, he rolled over,
pinning Wu Suowei beneath him, and "tendered" him for a long time on the lips and
neck.

Wu Suowei, signaling, gently slapped Chi Cheng's cheeks several times.

Chi Cheng glared at him in feigned anger, then suddenly grabbed Wu Suowei's wrists and
lifted them above his head.

"Hmm—"

Wu Suowei felt a sudden surge of pain beneath him, as Chi Cheng's enormous penis
quietly rose again.
This time, Chi Cheng didn't rush into battle. Instead, he sharpened his "gun." He found a
small, hard, protruding spot, pressed his moist, soft head against it, and very slowly
pushed inward.

Wu Suowei had never experienced such torture before. The sensitive area was aching,
numb, and itchy, extremely unbearable. But the hard object refused to retreat, as if it
wanted to flatten and crush the protruding area, completely destroying it.

"Ah... Stop it... I can't take it anymore..." Wu Suowei screamed uncontrollably.

Chi Cheng, however, exerted even more force, crushing him forcefully.

Wu Suowei's tears were forced out, and he shook his head frantically, sobbing and
begging for mercy.

"I can't take it anymore... Chi Cheng... Wuuuu..."

Chi Cheng found Wu Suowei's appearance incredibly voluptuous, and he tensed his hip
muscles, exerting another force.

Wu Suowei's erection gushed a stream of clear liquid, his face contorted in agony, as if
he were being tortured. Finally, a desperate plea escaped his lips.

"Hubby..."

That cry instantly transformed the fire in Chi Cheng's chest into magma, melting his
heart. The giant dragon beneath his crotch swelled and ached, causing the usually strong-
willed Chi Cheng to roar uncontrollably. He rolled Wu Suowei over, placed two pillows
under his waist, raised his hips high, and slammed into him, leaving no room for
maneuver.

His crotch erupted, and a slap landed on Wu Suowei's buttocks.

Wu Suowei jerked his neck back, his voice piercing with pain.

Chi Cheng's heart clenched with pain, but he held back the blow.

Wu Suowei turned to look at Chi Cheng, his pleading eyes filled with a captivating, wild
allure.

"I want..."

Chi Cheng was completely captivated, his mind hysterically screaming. He thrust
forward with unbridled force, his slaps like a barrage of raindrops, leaving Wu Suowei's
stricken buttocks red and voluptuous.
Listening to Wu Suowei's high-pitched cries and moans, Chi Cheng felt a pang of pain,
yet he remained unstoppable, as if enjoying a sexual encounter that was a perfect mixture
of heaven and hell, a rapture of ecstasy.

Wu Suowei tore at the sheets with his hands, twisting his hips like a madman, meeting
Chi Cheng's thrusts.

"Ah...husband...fuck me to death..."

That moan practically killed Chi Cheng. His eyes felt like they'd been stabbed twice,
reddening to the point of blood.

He pulled Wu Suowei's hands behind his back, gripping them tightly and thrusting
violently. His rough hands slapped Wu Suowei's buttocks fiercely, the clapping sounds
blending into a dense drumbeat, resonating passionately throughout the room.

"Weiwei...good wife..."

Chi Cheng dropped the pillow and crouched over Wu Suowei, biting and nibbling
furiously at her neck and back. Wu Suowei, more excited and devoted than ever before,
turned his head and engaged Chi Cheng in a passionate kiss, biting and nibbling, the
whole process utterly exhilarating.

Overflowing with emotion and madly driven by lust, Wu Suowei burst into tears, calling
him "husband" several times. Chi Cheng's heart shattered and melted, and he clung to Wu
Suowei, trembling and speechless for a long moment. After recovering, Wu Suowei felt
embarrassed when he recalled his previous loss of composure and the lewd words he had
said.

Chi Cheng refused to let him go, imitating Wu Suowei's "husband" in a vulgar tone,
saying, "Fuck me to death."

Wu Suowei was terrified like a cooked crab, waving his red claws to claw at Chi Cheng's
vulnerable spots. Chi Cheng was so tortured that he finally grabbed Wu Suowei's abusive
hand and took a deep bite.

Wu Suowei bared his teeth.

Chi Cheng brushed Wu Suowei's sweat-soaked hair aside, revealing his handsome face.
He looked at him intently and spoke for a long time before saying, "Thank you."

Wu Suowei's face froze, and he quickly understood what Chi Cheng was thanking him
for. It was the first time he had heard Chi Cheng say such cheesy words, and he suddenly
felt uneasy and uncomfortable all over.
"Who are we to blame?" Wu Suowei pinched Chi Cheng's masculine face. "You're still
playing that trick on me?!"

Chi Cheng said deliberately, "Even brothers should settle accounts openly."

Wu Suowei immediately fell for it. "Brothers settling accounts openly is nothing. We're a
couple! Why should a couple settle accounts openly?"

"Who said we're a couple?" Chi Cheng teased Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei's eyes widened. "So all those shouts just now were for nothing?"

"When did you shout?" Chi Cheng feigned deafness. "Why didn't I hear you? Come on,
shout again..."

"No."

Chi Cheng pressed himself against her, touching her all over.

"Are you going to shout or not? Are you going to shout or not? Hmm?"

"Get out... um..."

"..."

CHAPTER 272
Chi Jiali stood there frozen for a while before slowly saying, “You two really are a
perfect match.”

Then she turned and left.

Dou Dou and Quan Quan also followed her out. Just before stepping through the door,
Dou Dou turned his head and shouted to Wu Suowei, “Uncle! Don’t forget to bring my
lace panties when you come tomorrow!”

Wu Suowei waved at him, “Got it!”

After the group left, Wu Suowei turned to Chi Cheng and asked, “Do you think your
sister will beat them when they get home?”

Chi Cheng replied, “Depends on her mood.”

Wu Suowei looked concerned. “If she really hits them, won’t they come back crying
tomorrow?”

Chi Cheng said, “That’s their own business.”

Wu Suowei smiled, “It seems like they really like it here.”

Chi Cheng looked at him. “You feel pretty smug, huh?”

Wu Suowei nodded seriously, “Very much so.”

Chi Cheng walked up to him, lifted his chin, and kissed him deeply for a while. When
they parted, he said in a low voice, “I like you even more.”

That night, the two of them did it several times.

Wu Suowei asked Chi Cheng, “Don’t you think it’s too often lately?”

Chi Cheng replied, “Too much?”

Wu Suowei said, “I mean, once in the morning, once at noon, and at night it’s not just
once, but two or three times, sometimes even four. Isn’t it too much?”

Chi Cheng asked, “Can you not handle it?”

Wu Suowei: “…”

Chi Cheng leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “But you like it.”

Wu Suowei turned his head away, his ears red.

Chi Cheng pinned him down and teased him some more. “Your face says no, but your
body is totally honest.”

Wu Suowei gritted his teeth and pushed at Chi Cheng’s shoulder, but couldn’t stop him.

“You already said it earlier today—how did you put it? Ah, ‘Uncle! Don’t forget my lace
panties!’”

Wu Suowei shouted, “Shut up!!”

Chi Cheng: “So shameless.”

Wu Suowei didn’t want to talk anymore.

Chi Cheng lowered his head and kissed Wu Suowei’s chest. “Say it again for me to hear.”
Wu Suowei turned his face away and didn’t say anything.

Chi Cheng bit his nipple and asked again, “Say it.”

Wu Suowei’s legs began to tremble. He closed his eyes and panted heavily.

Chi Cheng said softly, “If you don’t say it, I’ll keep going until you do.”

Wu Suowei’s whole body trembled uncontrollably, tears gathering in the corners of his
eyes.

Finally, he squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered in a low voice, “Uncle… don’t forget
my lace panties…”

Chi Cheng’s eyes darkened, and he plunged in hard.

Wu Suowei whimpered again, his voice getting higher.

“Good boy,” Chi Cheng praised as he kissed him.

Then they did it all night.

The next day, Wu Suowei couldn’t get out of bed. Chi Cheng made him soup and helped
him to the bathroom. Wu Suowei scolded him weakly, “If I die from this, you’re going to
jail.”

Chi Cheng smiled, “Then I’ll die with you.”

Wu Suowei: “Shameless.”

Chi Cheng: “That’s how much I love you.”

Wu Suowei looked away, trying not to smile.

Chi Cheng leaned down and kissed his forehead.

CHAPTER 273
Leaving Guo Chengyu’s house, Chi Cheng drove Wu Suowei back to his parents’ home.

Since getting in the car, Wu Suowei remained silent, his cold gaze fixed outside the
window, completely different from the cheerful and playful mood he had just shown with
everyone else.
“What’s wrong?” Chi Cheng asked while driving. “Don’t want to see my parents?”

Wu Suowei said nothing.

Chi Cheng kept one hand on the steering wheel and reached out with the other to gently
touch Wu Suowei’s forehead and cheek, asking, “Slept too long? Feeling unwell?”

Still no response from Wu Suowei.

“Or did you overdo it the night before last?”

Wu Suowei abruptly shook off Chi Cheng’s hand, his expression growing even darker.

As traffic increased ahead, Chi Cheng focused on driving and stopped asking. Wu
Suowei sat silently with a tense face for a while. Only after the car entered the residential
area and the road quieted did Wu Suowei quietly say two words:

“Ex-husband…”

Chi Cheng’s expression faltered, his sharp eyes scanning the passenger seat where his
“big guy” sat ready for a reckoning. He said in a low voice, “You’re taking this seriously
even when I’m joking?”

“Like you’re joking?” Wu Suowei raised both eyebrows in challenge.

Chi Cheng fell silent for a moment and then pulled the car over to the roadside.

Then, with a strong arm, he firmly grabbed Wu Suowei’s neck, pulled him close, and bit
his forehead hard, pretending to be angry as he said, “Don’t be petty with me.”

Wu Suowei struggled fiercely under Chi Cheng’s arm, his tone sharp and resolute.

“So what if I am? I just don’t want to listen!”

Chi Cheng lightly spanked Wu Suowei’s butt and said, “Who just said that? You can’t be
like Wang Shuo, still wanting to be with me for years…”

Wu Suowei twisted Chi Cheng’s wrist hard, breaking free from his hold, then leaned in
close with a fierce gaze fixed on him.

“So what if I’m like Wang Shuo? Would you really endure not seeing me for six years?”

The words struck Chi Cheng’s heart deeply. Forget six years—he couldn’t bear six days.

Seeing Chi Cheng silent, Wu Suowei quickly launched a flurry of fast punches aimed at
Chi Cheng’s crotch.
Chi Cheng hurried to stop Wu Suowei’s “self-destructive” assault, smiling as he said, “If
you break this, who will take care of you? Find somewhere else to hit.”

Wu Suowei then raised his hand and mockingly slapped Chi Cheng’s cheek many times.
Then, gritting his teeth, he hooked his fingers into the corners of Chi Cheng’s mouth and
pulled hard to the sides.

After letting Wu Suowei mess around for a while, Chi Cheng caught his wrist, gently bit
his fingertips, and said, “If you don’t want to listen, I won’t say it next time.”

The anger inside Wu Suowei instantly dissipated—or rather, he wasn’t really angry to
begin with. He was just uneasy about visiting Chi Cheng’s home again after the incident
and used this as a way to divert attention.

“You think… if I go to your house, will your parents kick me out?”

Chi Cheng said, “What reason would they have to kick you out?”

Wu Suowei had thought the same before leaving but was still anxious. Chi Cheng’s
words immediately reassured him.

……

“What? You reported your own brother before leaving?”

Zhong Wenyu was tidying the room when she heard Chi Yuanduan’s angry shout.

“Are you crazy or stupid? You reported your own brother?! Do you know how much
damage this causes him and our family? You’re trying to kill me with anger!”

Zhong Wenyu quickly hurried over in small steps and softly asked, “What’s going on?”

Chi Yuanduan waved his hand, signaling Zhong Wenyu not to speak for the moment.

On the phone, Chi Jiali said casually, “Wasn’t this the plan you gave me?”

“When did I tell you to get Chi Cheng arrested?”

“You wrote it in your third point—saying Wu Suowei is stingy. So I followed your

instructions and reported Chi Cheng to get him locked up temporarily. Since Wu Suowei
is stingy, he wouldn’t spend money to bail Chi Cheng out, and his company was affected,
so he’d definitely hold onto his money and run.”

Chi Yuanduan was panting hard, unable to speak.

Chi Jiali fell silent for a moment, then cautiously asked, “Could it be that he didn’t run?
That he really paid to get Chi Cheng out? Oh my… Dad, why did you get every point
wrong? Don’t blame me for this!”

“Can’t you think of another way?” Chi Yuanduan angrily asked.

Chi Jiali replied confidently, “What other way works as well as this one to empty his
pockets at once?”

Chi Yuanduan’s face turned purple. “Are you treating national laws like a joke?”

“Isn’t Chinese law just a joke?” Chi Jiali teased coldly.

Chi Yuanduan slowly sat down on the armrest of the sofa, heartbroken.

Chi Jiali comforted him, “Anyway, there’s no conviction, just an investigation. How
much damage could it do to his career? You weren’t involved, so what effect does it have
on you?”

“If Wu Suowei hadn’t paid to settle it, I would have had to step in myself! Once I do, this
case will drag on even longer!”

“But he did pay! To get your son out early, he emptied all his money!”

The more Chi Yuanduan thought about it, the more suspicious he felt.

“So you used the strategy I gave you to outmaneuver me?”

“What do you mean outmaneuver you?” Chi Jiali pretended not to understand.

Chi Yuanduan said angrily, “Isn’t it? If you hadn’t reported it, it would’ve been fine. It’s
his company’s issue, and him paying is normal! But now it’s my own stepdaughter
reporting it. Your good deed made him sell his house and car to settle! How can I, as a
father, face this?”

“He’s willing!” Chi Jiali said boldly.

Chi Yuanduan was so angry his throat went hoarse, grinding his teeth.

“I realize now, you’re not harming him—you’re harming me!”

“How have I harmed you?” Chi Jiali said matter-of-factly. “You didn’t lose anything,
didn’t spend a cent, didn’t show your face, but got your son out. They both went against
your wishes with their improper relationship—one’s in detention, the other’s bankrupt.
Isn’t that way worse than you? Tell me, how have I harmed you?”
Chi Yuanduan shouted angrily, “Now I don’t even have the guts to threaten them! Isn’t
that harming me?”

“Then don’t blame me,” Chi Jiali said softly. “Your policies are flawed; how could good
results be expected?”

Chi Yuanduan’s face darkened, speechless.

Chi Jiali added, “Also, you ordered me to get Chi Cheng arrested. I didn’t do it willingly,
so you should take responsibility.”

She hung up.

“What’s going on?” Zhong Wenyu asked anxiously. “How is this related to the
stepdaughter? I don’t understand your conversation.”

Chi Yuanduan muttered, “I have to find that document quickly, so she can’t use the
fourth clause against me again!”

“What document?” Zhong Wenyu asked.

Chi Yuanduan searched his study but couldn’t find the book. Then he searched the
stepdaughter’s room—still no luck.

He sighed deeply in regret. He’d spent half a year writing it. Though it wasn’t effective
against Wu Suowei, it worked well against him.

“What’s the fourth clause?” Zhong Wenyu asked again. “What exactly does it say?”

Chi Yuanduan slapped his thigh. “If I knew, would I be this anxious?”

Zhong Wenyu looked steadily at him, gathered her courage, and said, “Chi Yuanduan,
tell me honestly, what are you and the stepdaughter hiding from me?”

At this point, Chi Yuanduan knew he couldn’t hide it anymore and told Zhong Wenyu the
truth.

Ten minutes later, Zhong Wenyu’s quiet sobs echoed through the room.

“This big a deal, and you never told me? No wonder they got so close! Helping save the
kid and bailing our son out—they must have feelings for each other. What kind of
situation is this?”

Chi Yuanduan remained silent with a serious face.

Zhong Wenyu continued, “Also, you didn’t want me to worry, so you should’ve resolved
it earlier! Now he’s clear of guilt, and we owe him twice over! How can we blame or
kick him out after all he sacrificed for us?”

Chi Yuanduan said, “Whatever, I disagree anyway.”

“What good does disagreeing do?” Zhong Wenyu wiped her tears. “Do you have the
conscience to just kick him out?”

“I can reason with him!”

“What reason?” Zhong Wenyu complained. “Your stepdaughter forced him to sell the old
family house! How can you still have reason?”

Chi Yuanduan fell completely silent.

Zhong Wenyu cried even harder. “What are we going to do?”

Chi Yuanduan soaked a hot towel in the bathroom, then brought it out to wipe Zhong
Wenyu’s tears.

Just after she finished wiping, she came downstairs anxiously looking at Chi Yuanduan.

“Do you think our son will bring that guy with him when he visits?”

Chi Yuanduan said impatiently, “I don’t know.”

Zhong Wenyu said, “Please don’t let him bring him! Then I’ll have to be polite and thank
him… I’d be so upset! If he takes more things, where will I put my face?”

Just then, brakes screeched downstairs.

Zhong Wenyu leaned to the window and cried even more.

“He really came… and brought so many things…”

CHAPTER 274
Before knocking on the door, Wu Suowei took a deep breath.

The person who opened the door was Chi Yuanduan. He first glanced at Chi Cheng, then
shifted his gaze to Wu Suowei’s face. He was fairly polite and nodded slightly, signaling
them to come in.
“Uncle, Auntie, I came to see you,” Wu Suowei said with a smile.

Zhong Wenyu had just finished wiping her face with a towel; her eyes were slightly red
and swollen, but she forced out a smile. “It’s enough that you came to see us. You don’t
need to accept these things; it’s not easy for you to earn money.”

Wu Suowei said, “These are products for middle-aged and elderly people; I wouldn’t use
them even if I took them back.”

Zhong Wenyu, forgetting that Wu Suowei’s parents had passed away, casually said,
“Then take them back to show filial piety to your parents.”

Wu Suowei spoke sincerely, “I just visited their graves a few days ago.”

Zhong Wenyu’s expression froze. Seeing Wu Suowei about to put down the items, she
hurried over to gently refuse one last time, “You see, these things are quite expensive; if
it’s really not convenient, you can return them. Leaving them here makes us feel uneasy.”

Unexpectedly, Wu Suowei took out several receipts and showed them to Zhong Wenyu,
“See, no returns or exchanges.”

Zhong Wenyu was stuck and ended up accepting the items, unable to object to their
weight or anything else.

“You two talk first, I’m going to the study. I still have some unfinished business,” Chi
Yuanduan said.

Wu Suowei nodded, “Uncle, you go ahead.”

Chi Yuanduan cast a meaningful glance at Chi Cheng, then walked out with steady steps.

Zhong Wenyu couldn’t help but curse silently: You old bastard! You actually fled at the
last moment, leaving such a big problem to me alone! You really have the nerve!

The housekeeper came in carrying some fruit, and Zhong Wenyu invited Wu Suowei to
eat some.

“Xiao Wu! Thanks so much for what you did for Chi Cheng,” Zhong Wenyu said.

Wu Suowei was a bit embarrassed, “Auntie, you don’t have to be so polite with me.”

Zhong Wenyu stared at Wu Suowei for a while and sighed softly. If Wu Suowei and Chi
Cheng weren’t in that kind of relationship, she would surely be grateful to him and eager
to adopt him as a godson. But once she knew about their special relationship, her feelings
suddenly changed.
“Be honest with Auntie, how much did you spend? Auntie will repay you every penny.”

Wu Suowei said carelessly, “Auntie, family doesn’t talk like outsiders. If you bring up
money, it feels distant.”

The phrase “family” stuck like a stone in Zhong Wenyu’s throat.

Just as she was about to adjust her mood and speak again, Wu Suowei exaggeratedly
hummed twice and lifted a big apple toward Zhong Wenyu, saying, “Auntie, this apple is
sweet and crisp. Where did you buy it?”

“Right at the little supermarket at the community entrance,” Zhong Wenyu replied.

Wu Suowei asked again, “How much per jin?”

“Five and a half yuan.”

Wu Suowei’s eyes widened, “So cheap? The premium Fuji apples I bought last time were
almost ten yuan per jin, and they weren’t this crisp.” He turned his head to Chi Cheng,
“Let’s buy some when we go back.”

Chi Cheng nodded.

With Wu Suowei stirring the conversation like this, Zhong Wenyu’s following words got
blocked again.

The three chatted in the living room for a while. Zhong Wenyu asked about Chi Cheng’s
situation in the detention center. Before they knew it, it was lunchtime. The housekeeper
knocked, and after permission, entered to notify Zhong Wenyu it was time to eat.

Zhong Wenyu said to Wu Suowei, “Why don’t you stay and eat here?”

Right after she spoke, the housekeeper said at the door, “Oh, I’m sorry. I only made
enough for three people. I forgot there was a guest. I thought only Young Master Chi
came back.”

Obviously, the housekeeper did this on purpose. And who told her to? It must have been
the one who left the room early.

Zhong Wenyu pretended to complain to the housekeeper, “You really didn’t see such a
grown person?”

The housekeeper said, “I’ll go make another portion.”

After saying that, Zhong Wenyu deliberately waited a moment, hoping Wu Suowei
would volunteer not to eat here. In fact, Wu Suowei did speak up—and very politely.
“It’s fine. We just bought some food and wine downstairs, just to bring it up and eat with
you.”

At that, Chi Cheng pulled out a plastic bag from his bag filled with various takeaway
boxes: cooked dishes, staples, cold dishes, enough for three or four people.

Zhong Wenyu admired Wu Suowei’s foresight.

Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng carried the bag to the dining room. In front of Chi Yuanduan,
they emptied all the food from the containers onto plates, placed them on the table,
making a sumptuous meal.

“Thank you, Uncle and Auntie, for your warm hospitality!”

Wu Suowei rubbed his hands and sat across from Chi Yuanduan.

Chi Yuanduan had been annoyed by Wu Suowei countless times and was now numb to
it—no longer understanding what anger was. He was beginning to believe Chi Jiali’s
assertion: his son and this guy really were a match made in heaven.

At mealtime, the housekeeper had only prepared three bowls of shark fin porridge. Chi
Cheng gave his bowl to Wu Suowei, saying, “This is very nourishing. Eat more.”

Wu Suowei only ate two bites, found it too greasy, and pushed the bowl back.

“Too greasy, I can’t eat more.”

Chi Cheng ordered, “Eat two more bites. You lost over six jin; make up for it while you
can these days.”

Wu Suowei reluctantly ate a few more mouthfuls, but when he really couldn’t eat
anymore, he put down the bowl and went for other dishes.

Chi Cheng then took the leftover shark fin porridge and ate it up in a few big mouthfuls.

Zhong Wenyu saw this and found it even harder to swallow her food. She had never seen
Chi Cheng waste food before, much less eat leftovers. Yet this scene looked so natural,
not like a show or protest, but something that often happened in everyday life.

After holding it in for a long time, Zhong Wenyu finally put down her chopsticks and
looked at Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei seriously.

“You two…”

Wu Suowei immediately cut in, “Don’t worry about us not having a place to live. We’re
staying at Guo Chengyu’s house now.”
Chi Yuanduan glared at Zhong Wenyu across from him: told you to keep your mouth
shut! How is it now? Another backfire, right?

Zhong Wenyu forced a dry laugh, “Oh, I forgot about that. You two should just move
back to the old place! I only changed the registration recently because I was worried
about an investigation.”

Wu Suowei said, “No need, Auntie. I’m planning to buy another place for Chi Cheng.”

“What are you going to use to buy it with?” Chi Cheng chimed in sarcastically with him,
“You think you’re still the general manager? Your company’s been sealed for a long
time! You don’t even have a place yourself, but want to buy one for me?”

Chi Yuanduan almost choked on his words.

Zhong Wenyu said, “Here’s the deal: Chi Cheng, you still go back to your own place, and
I’ll buy a new place for Xiao Wu, as compensation for his previous Sun family troubles.
You two are no longer young. Even if you’re both men, living together isn’t that
convenient. If you each have girlfriends someday, it’ll be troublesome to live together!”

Wu Suowei smiled unconcernedly, “If we could find girlfriends, would we still live
together?”

Hearing this, Zhong Wenyu couldn’t eat anymore at all.

“How could you not find one?” Zhong Wenyu said, “Forget about my son, just look at
you—such good conditions! Handsome, capable, good temper. How many women are
eager to marry you?”

Wu Suowei said, “Exactly because my conditions are good, I can’t find anyone worthy of
me.”

Zhong Wenyu twitched her mouth and nearly vomited everything she had just eaten.

After finishing the meal, Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng left. As soon as they stepped out the
door, Zhong Wenyu’s tears fell.

Chi Yuanduan grumbled, “You didn’t cry earlier, now crying won’t help. Your son can’t
see it!”

“I’m crying for you to see.”

“Why cry at me?”

Zhong Wenyu said, “If I hadn’t married a husband as unreliable as you, would I have
such a son?”
Chi Yuanduan: “...”

On the way back, Chi Cheng’s gaze was sharp and piercing like a hawk, his chiseled side
face cold and stern. Wu Suowei glanced at him, sensing Chi Cheng was troubled.

Chi Yuanduan and Zhong Wenyu’s attitude toward Wu Suowei was far beyond what Chi
Cheng expected, showing an inexplicable tolerance. And from Zhong Wenyu’s tone, Chi
Cheng realized she already knew about their relationship. Given her personality, it was
unusual for her not to cry or make a fuss.

It was this unusual silence and forbearance that made Chi Cheng sense something was
off.

“What’s wrong?”

Wu Suowei lit a cigarette and put it in Chi Cheng’s mouth, then lit one for himself.

Chi Cheng took two drags; thin smoke slipped out from his teeth, giving an oppressive
feeling.

“Da Bao…”

Wu Suowei turned to look at Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng said calmly, “Do you still hate the person who reported me?”

“Of course I hate him,” Wu Suowei said firmly.

Chi Cheng said, “What if I told you we can’t retaliate against that person? Would you
feel wronged?”

Wu Suowei exhaled a soft puff of smoke, “I hate him because he got you locked up for
almost a month, not because of my money. If you don’t feel wronged, then I have nothing
to feel wronged about.”

Chi Cheng said seriously, “I’ll buy back our old family home.”

“No rush,” Wu Suowei said. “The house can’t be moved anyway. It’s the same whenever
we get it back.”

Chi Cheng saw Wu Suowei leaning his head on the window, his big black eyes quietly
watching outside. His obedient and simple look made Chi Cheng’s heart tighten.

That night, Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng were eating out when Wu Suowei’s phone rang.

Seeing it was Jia Shen, Wu Suowei smiled.

“What have you been busy with lately?” Jia Shen asked.

Wu Suowei said, “Not much. Chi Cheng just got out, so I’m running errands and helping
him clean up.”

“You’re still acting as his nanny?”

Wu Suowei chuckled, “That’s just how I am!”

Jia Shen was silent for a while, then asked, “Are you free? Want to come out for a few
drinks?”

“Can I bring someone else?” Wu Suowei asked.

“As long as it’s not Chi Cheng, anyone’s fine.”

After hanging up, Wu Suowei sneered, If I don’t bring Chi Cheng over, won’t you hate
me? But even if I do bring him, you’ll hate me, and it’ll be forever.

Thinking that, Wu Suowei nodded toward Chi Cheng, “Let’s go! It’s time to solve the
problem.”

CHAPTER 275
Jia Shen stood outside a restaurant waiting for Wu Suowei. He had just left work and
hadn’t changed clothes yet, still wearing his sharp and imposing police uniform, with
Cheng Liang’s big leather boots. He paced back and forth by the restaurant entrance, his
eyes casually scanning around, a faint, almost teasing smile at the corner of his mouth.

About twenty minutes later, Chi Cheng drove up with Wu Suowei.

As if he had already expected two people to get out of the car, Jia Shen wore a clearly
unwelcoming expression.

“Who told you to come along?” Jia Shen asked Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng shrugged slightly, implying it was Wu Suowei who insisted on bringing him.

“Tch…” Jia Shen didn’t believe it. “I told him not to bring you here, but he deliberately
went against me and dragged you along?”

Chi Cheng looked lazy and uninterested in explaining. Then he pulled a lighter from Wu
Suowei’s jacket pocket, lit a cigarette, and stepped two paces away, standing under a tree,
his tall and imposing figure casting a sharp shadow on the streetlight, exuding a cold,
fierce aura.

Jia Shen glanced sideways at him, then turned his gaze back to Wu Suowei.

“He’s the one who insisted on coming,” Wu Suowei said cheerfully. “He didn’t trust me,
afraid I’d run off with you.”

Jia Shen didn’t take Wu Suowei’s words seriously and joked around with him,
deliberately hooking his arm around Wu Suowei’s shoulder right under Chi Cheng’s
watchful eyes, as if purposely trying to make Chi Cheng jealous.

Soon after Jia Shen and Wu Suowei entered the restaurant, Chi Cheng stubbed out his
cigarette and followed them inside.

The three found a table by the window. Jia Shen purposely sat inside first, clearly making
room for Chi Cheng to sit beside him. Wu Suowei sat opposite Jia Shen, by the outer
side, so Chi Cheng had to move a chair to sit inside.

But when Chi Cheng approached, he pushed Wu Suowei’s head with a big hand and said
sternly, “Sit inside.”

Wu Suowei teased Chi Cheng, “Why don’t you sit with him?”

Jia Shen immediately reacted, moving to the outer seat with a look of disdain. “I don’t
want to sit with him.”

Chi Cheng seemed not to hear and fixed a fierce gaze on Wu Suowei. Wu Suowei
immediately obediently moved inside, sitting next to Chi Cheng.

No sooner had Wu Suowei sat down than the waiter handed them menus.

“What do you want to eat?” Jia Shen asked Wu Suowei.

Before Wu Suowei could answer, Chi Cheng recited several dishes—those were all Wu
Suowei’s favorites.

Jia Shen snorted coldly, “Did I ask you? I asked Xiao Wu.”

Wu Suowei said, “Just order those dishes.”

“I’m telling you, get some ambition, okay?” Jia Shen frowned. “You eat whatever he
says? You’re at my place and still taking so much abuse? Order again!”

“These are what I usually eat.” Wu Suowei hooked his arm around Chi Cheng’s shoulder,
smiling and telling Jia Shen, “He’s so considerate. He knows exactly what I like.”
Jia Shen ignored this again, casting a sympathetic glance at Wu Suowei, as if Wu Suowei
was buttering up Chi Cheng to avoid angering him.

While waiting for the dishes, Wu Suowei noticed the pendant hanging around Jia Shen’s
neck and smiled.

“Oh, you have one too?”

Jia Shen immediately flipped the side with the inscription away, pretending not to want
Wu Suowei to see, but actually enticing him to look.

In the end, Wu Suowei played along, reaching out and flipping the pendant over.

“Oh, isn’t this the character ‘Cheng’ (骋)?”

Jia Shen lightly cleared his throat, deliberately turning his face toward the window,
feigning ignorance.

“I don’t know what it says. Someone gave it to me, and since I have it, why not wear it?”

Then he noticed Chi Cheng also wore a pendant.

Wu Suowei flipped Chi Cheng’s pendant too, purposely hiding it from Jia Shen, then
raised an eyebrow at him, “Wanna guess what’s written on Chi Cheng’s pendant? Just
not telling you.”

Jia Shen was inwardly amused but kept a straight face, showing no curiosity.

“Not interested.”

Wu Suowei teased, “Not interested, or you already know?”

“What would I know?” Jia Shen said calmly. “If I knew they were a pair, I wouldn’t wear
it. Makes it seem like we’ve got something going on.”

Wu Suowei grinned mischievously, “What do you two have going on?”

Jia Shen jabbed a piece of meat into Wu Suowei’s mouth with his chopsticks.

“Eat your food!”

Chi Cheng’s expression remained calm, as if detached from the whole scene. Actually, he
was burning with suppressed fury inside, angry but unwilling to make a scene or call out
Wu Suowei’s public matchmaking with another man in front of him.

“I’m going to the restroom.”

Jia Shen stood up and deliberately brushed past Chi Cheng, hoping to sneak a peek at Chi
Cheng’s pendant. But just then, Wu Suowei also stood up and grabbed Jia Shen’s raised
arm, pulling him along toward the restroom.

Once inside, Jia Shen lingered a long time for unknown reasons. Wu Suowei’s voice
sounded outside, asking if Jia Shen was taking a big leak, and only then did Jia Shen pull
up his pants and come out.

“You still can’t pee properly? Taking so long,” Wu Suowei teased.

Jia Shen said nothing and followed Wu Suowei back.

Approaching Chi Cheng, Wu Suowei deliberately tripped Jia Shen with a noticeable but
gentle shove. Jia Shen, a trained cop, shouldn’t have fallen for such a trick, yet he
dramatically stumbled onto Chi Cheng.

Chi Cheng didn’t even flinch. His face remained cold and hard.

Jia Shen’s hand touched Chi Cheng’s firm chest muscles; his heart skipped a beat. His
hand slid upward, attempting to flip the pendant on Chi Cheng’s neck in the moment he
rose—only to be stopped by Wu Suowei’s teasing remark.

“Tsk tsk… what’s this? Throwing yourself into his arms?”

Jia Shen immediately straightened, fixed his clothes, and shot Wu Suowei a sharp glare.
Seeing Wu Suowei still laughing, Jia Shen hooked his leg around him and patted his back
with all his strength. Wu Suowei lost balance and leaned back. Chi Cheng put down his
chopsticks and caught Wu Suowei’s waist with both hands, preventing him from falling.

Sitting back down, Wu Suowei clearly sensed Chi Cheng’s anger.

But Wu Suowei loved nothing more than to poke a tiger’s teeth—especially a tiger
skilled at attracting butterflies.

Jia Shen’s push was deliberate. He wanted to see if Chi Cheng would ignore him falling
onto him the same way. The result showed Chi Cheng only silently tolerated Wu
Suowei’s antics, but would intervene to stop others.

But Jia Shen liked to twist things around.

“I say, Chi Cheng, you’re so biased. He trips me, you don’t care, but when I trip him, you
have to catch him.”

Wu Suowei diverted the topic, smiling at Jia Shen, “Of course! Chi Cheng loves me so
much, afraid I’ll get hurt.”
Jia Shen just smiled without replying, and made a mock disgusted face at Wu Suowei’s
words.

After eating two bites, Wu Suowei couldn’t keep quiet, looking at Chi Cheng, “You were
taken care of so well in the detention center, why don’t you toast him?”

Chi Cheng glanced at the troublemaker beside him but held back again.

Then Wu Suowei dared to say, “Or how about a cup of ‘crossed-cups’ wine?”

“You’re so bad!” Jia Shen pretended to be angry, “Why don’t you just drink with me
then?”

Wu Suowei showed a timid look, “No way. If I drink crossed cups with you, Chi Cheng
would kill me.”

Jia Shen got drunk without drinking.

Chi Cheng was also “drunk,” his eyes red and fierce with raging blood.

Wu Suowei asked him, “Right? Chi Cheng?”

Chi Cheng didn’t answer.

Wu Suowei pressed again, “Isn’t that right?”

Chi Cheng finally lost patience and snapped, “Say one more word and I’ll fuck you till
you cry when we get home.”

Wu Suowei put on a hurt expression but was probably very pleased inside.

Jia Shen defended Wu Suowei across the table, “Hey, Chi Cheng, how can you talk like
that? What did Xiao Wu say? Just joking. You really have to get so worked up? Are you
feeling…”

Before he could finish, Chi Cheng abruptly kissed Wu Suowei on the mouth, settling
everything.

Jia Shen was stunned for a long time before speaking.

“You two…”

Wu Suowei replied naturally, “Didn’t I tell you from the start? Chi Cheng didn’t trust me
and was afraid I’d run off with you. You still don’t get what I meant?”

Jia Shen’s face turned green.

Wu Suowei added, “Didn’t I also say he loves me later? Isn’t that obvious enough? Why
do you look so surprised? Did you misunderstand something else?”

Jia Shen was speechless.

Wu Suowei smiled at him and grabbed Chi Cheng’s hand to stand, speaking sincerely,
“Really, I’m very grateful you took care of Chi Cheng in the detention center.”

“Helped me… helped me…”

Jia Shen felt those words slapped his face twice—once on each side.

Then, he suddenly noticed his neck felt empty. He touched it and his pendant was gone.

Looking across, both men had pendants around their necks, flipped over.

One read “Cheng” (骋), the other “Wei” (畏)—a perfect matching pair.

Jia Shen suddenly recalled Wu Suowei’s trip. It was a trap—not to fall into Chi Cheng’s
arms, but to steal the pendant on his neck.

CHAPTER 276 :
Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei returned to Guo Chengyu’s residence. Jiang Xiaoshuai and
Guo Chengyu were having dinner. Seeing them come in, Jiang Xiaoshuai quickly raised
his hand in greeting. “Come, have a drink.”

“We already ate,” Wu Suowei said cheerfully.

Jiang Xiaoshuai recalled that Wu Suowei had been to Chi Cheng’s parents’ home earlier
and hurried over to ask for details.

“Hey, what’s the situation?”

Wu Suowei didn’t hear the question, his attention caught by the little tuft of hair sticking
up on Jiang Xiaoshuai’s forehead. Guo Chengyu had braided it while Jiang was napping,
tying that little curl up like a tiny fountain, not curling it to one side but all around in a
circle—a very artistic style.

“Oh wow! Looks like a handsome Korean guy!” Wu Suowei’s eyes sparkled.
Jiang Xiaoshuai was clueless, tugging at his own clothes and asking, “My outfit? Isn’t
this European style? How did it turn into Korean style?”

Wu Suowei was about to reach out to point at Jiang’s little braid, but Guo Chengyu’s
warning glance from behind stopped him. They exchanged a knowing mischievous laugh,
and Guo patted Jiang’s handsome face, saying, “Looks good, looks good.”

“What looks good?” Jiang was confused.

Wu Suowei replied vaguely, “Everything was fine at Chi Cheng’s parents’ place.”

“They didn’t say anything unpleasant?” Jiang pressed.

Wu Suowei was changing clothes while talking. “I’ll tell you later. I need to talk to Guo
about something first.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Business stuff. You wouldn’t understand.”

With that, he slipped on a pair of slippers and headed straight for the dining room.

Jiang Xiaoshuai had nearly finished eating, so he stopped and pulled out a tissue to wipe
his mouth. Suddenly, two hawk-like eyes scrutinized him. Chi Cheng leaned back on the
sofa, staring at Jiang with rough-edged sharpness that made Jiang uncomfortable all over.

“What are you looking at me for?” Jiang was stunned.

Chi Cheng said in a low voice, “You’re really provocative.”

Jiang’s face darkened. He didn’t know someone had braided that seductive little tuft on
his forehead, so he found Chi Cheng’s mockery inexplicably irritating. But he didn’t dare
curse; Chi Cheng had left too deep an impression on him, and he still feared the “mighty
man” to this day.

After holding back for a long time, Jiang finally blurted out, “Not as provocative as your
Big Bao.”

Chi Cheng smiled with strong masculinity, strode over to Jiang, and his imposing figure
blocked half the room’s light. His jaw was tight like a sharp blade against Jiang’s neck,
making him nervous for no reason.

But Chi Cheng’s tone was casual.

“Sleep with me tonight.”

Jiang was shocked. “Are you joking?”

Chi Cheng’s hand lightly flicked Jiang’s little curly braid, the corner of his mouth
twitching with the movement.

“I’m stronger than Guo. I can fuck you better.”

Jiang blushed, wanting to get away from the boring man quickly. But as soon as he
turned, Chi Cheng’s tiger-like claw grabbed his arm. Just as he tried to call for help, Chi
Cheng’s other big hand covered his mouth and carried him like a chick into his room.

Thrown onto the bed, Jiang foolishly thought Chi Cheng was going to do something to
him. He struggled wildly, sweat dripping, his handsome face flushed bright red.

The more he struggled, the sharper Chi Cheng’s gaze became.

“You like this, huh? I really wanna fuck you now!”

Saying this, Chi Cheng leaned against the desk, lit a cigarette, and smoked while
watching Jiang.

By then, Jiang realized Chi Cheng was just playing around. He sat up annoyed, glancing
sideways at Chi Cheng and asking in a bad mood, “Why did you call me here?”

Chi Cheng looked very interested. “Just chatting. I want to know how you two schemed
against me back then?”

“Didn’t Big Bao tell you?”

“He gave me the gist but not the details.”

At this, Jiang perked up instantly. Luring Chi Cheng had been the most successful plan of
Jiang’s life—no contest. Not only did he pick up a lively apprentice and train him well,
but he also snagged a talented, wealthy husband who cooked well, thus starting his
second spring in life.

So he remembered every detail vividly and loved sharing the success story.

“Didn’t he curse me a lot?” Chi Cheng asked.

Jiang nodded. “Yeah, every day, calling me bald-headed and worse. Whenever you came
up, his face would stretch three feet long.”

Chi Cheng seemed to picture Wu Suowei sitting on the bed in torn floral shorts, pouting
and complaining to Jiang, a small smile creeping across his lips.
“You don’t know. At first, he was really hopeless. Just holding your hand made him
excited like crazy. When he jerked off, he’d run a fever of 39.5°C. I thought you had
done something to him, but it was just that.”

Jiang didn’t know that Chi Cheng found the story of his frustrated training more
entertaining than watching adult movies.

“When did he start liking me?” Chi Cheng’s biggest concern.

Jiang thought carefully. “I honestly can’t say. Probably pretty early. He was just too shy
to admit it and used Yue Yue as a shield. By the way, why don’t you ask Da Wei
directly?”

“Why would I bother asking him?” Chi Cheng’s tone was indifferent.

Jiang couldn’t understand. “You can ask me, but not him?”

Chi Cheng threw his cigarette butt onto Jiang’s little curl threateningly. “Don’t say I can’t
ask him. If I do ask you this and you tell anyone, I’ll pluck every curly hair off you.”

Jiang immediately crossed his legs tightly, cursing silently: Obviously you care but
stubbornly pretend not to. What a jerk. Look at Big Bao’s gaze; it could make a cow
sick…

Just then, Chi asked casually:

“How did you and Big Bao meet?”

Jiang sneered. “How do you think? He kept smashing my head with bricks. Who
wouldn’t remember that after coming to see me again and again?”

“Just to practice iron head skills?” Chi asked.

Jiang’s eyes narrowed. He glanced at Chi Cheng with a faint smile.

“So you don’t even know why he was hitting his head with bricks?”

Chi said, “How would I know? He never told me.”

The opportunity for revenge came!

Jiang eagerly embellished the moving story of how Wu Suowei once devotedly risked his
life for Yue Yue to Chi Cheng.

Chi’s expression didn’t change much, but the emotions in his eyes disappeared.
All the funny little moments about Big Bao’s excitement bringing Wu home for the first
time, his unease talking about Chi, the craziness after getting the “I wanna fuck you”
call… all forgotten, leaving only the heroic scene of Wu Suowei facing death.

“Alright, remember what I said. Get out now.” Chi Cheng dismissed him.

Jiang stood up. The cigarette butt fell from his head. He suddenly remembered Chi Cheng
had thrown it there. He reached to brush the ashes off, but felt something strange.

Jiang’s expression froze. He rushed to the bathroom.

Staring into the mirror for a full minute, recalling the looks people gave him today, Wu
Suowei’s teasing, and Chi Cheng’s mocking…

Jiang let out a roar full of confidence:

“Guo Chengyu, fuck your granddad!”

Wu Suowei returned to the room, seeing Chi Cheng leaning back on the sofa with a dark
face, fiddling with a lighter as if ready to ignite himself at any moment.

“What’s wrong?” Wu Suowei probed.

Chi Cheng said nothing.

Wu Suowei guessed he was upset about him talking to Guo Chengyu for so long and
quickly explained, “We were discussing serious business.”

Chi was silent a long time, then glanced at Wu Suowei and ordered sharply, pointing to
his lap.

“Come here, sit.”

Wu Suowei hesitated but sat down, casting a playful glance at Chi Cheng. “Hey… warn
me before playing around, don’t keep surprising me.”

Playing around? Chi frowned and slapped Wu’s forehead hard.

Wu’s head jerked; he shot an annoyed look.

“Why did you hit me?”

Before he could finish, Chi slapped his forehead again.

Wu tried to protest but got a few more forehead slaps. He struggled but Chi held him
tight, hitting only the forehead, making Wu howl.

Chi grinned, “Didn’t expect you’re such a lover!”

“What does that have to do with being a lover?”

Before Wu finished, another slap to the forehead landed.

CHAPTER 277
Wu Suowei, after being bullied by Chi Cheng, stormed out of the room angrily and
happened to bump into Jiang Xiaoshuai, who was also coming out with a dark
expression. The two met at the entrance and simultaneously shouted, “Fuck!”

“What the fuck are you swearing about?” Wu Suowei asked Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“You tell me what I’m swearing at!” Jiang Xiaoshuai punched Wu Suowei lightly in the
chest. “Why didn’t you tell me Guo tied a little braid on me? You just stood there
watching your master embarrass himself everywhere with that double act hairstyle?”

Wu Suowei chuckled mischievously, “Your usual hair is all curled this way and that
way—I didn’t even notice you had a braid.”

“Shut your mouth!” Jiang ground his teeth.

Wu Suowei patted Jiang’s shoulder, trying to soothe him, “I thought it looked good, so I
didn’t want to remind you.”

“Cut the crap!”

Though speaking harshly, Jiang’s anger was mostly gone. Remembering Wu Suowei also
swore just now, he asked, “What the hell are you swearing at?”

Wu Suowei deliberately turned his head toward the door and shouted loudly, “Fuck Chi
Cheng!”

Jiang Xiaoshuai chuckled, “If you wanna fuck him, go inside and fuck him! Who do you
think you’re swearing at standing here?”

Wu Suowei scowled but said nothing.

Jiang then noticed Wu’s forehead was bright red and hot to the touch. He couldn’t help
but ask, “What happened to your forehead?”

Wu Suowei grumbled, “Got hit with a donkey’s hoof.”

Jiang looked indignant. “Chi Cheng hit you again? Damn! You don’t wanna live
anymore, huh? Just wait…”

He was about to roll up his sleeves when the sliding door opened nearby. Chi Cheng
walked out barefoot, making no sound but shaking Jiang’s chest with each step. He rolled
up his sleeves carefully, eyes darting nervously, finally fixed on Guo Chengyu’s door,
ready to dash back if anything happened.

Chi Cheng glanced at Jiang coldly without a word and walked straight into Guo
Chengyu’s room.

Jiang breathed out deeply. Seeing Wu watching him, Jiang rolled up his sleeves again—
only to be grabbed by Wu’s neck and dragged toward the room where Chi Cheng slept.

“Don’t pretend if you can’t back it up. Your mouth is the only thing useful on you.”

...

Chi Cheng entered Guo Chengyu’s bedroom, found no one, and then checked the kitchen.
Guo Chengyu was busy at the oven.

“What are you baking?” Chi asked casually.

“Vanilla pudding, chocolate muffins, coconut milk balls,” Guo replied.

Chi Cheng wrapped his strong arm around Guo’s neck, chin resting on his shoulder.
Grinding his molars, he smiled and said, “Big Bao wishes he had your skills.”

Guo sneered, “If I had that skill, you’d be stuck in bed with me every day.”

“Wishful thinking,” Chi raised an eyebrow, “You haven’t seen how annoying he can be.”

Guo focused on placing the desserts on the rack and shutting the oven door, then carried
it out.

“Where to?”

“Bedroom.”

“Why move it to the bedroom? Isn’t there a plug in the kitchen?”

Guo smiled slyly, “If I bake it in the bedroom, Jiang Xiaoshuai will smell it and come
running back.”

“Good trick,” Chi teased, “Make me some next time. I’ll bake it in my room too.”

“So you want me to soothe you? Should I fuck you while I’m at it?”

Chi grinned viciously and threw a punch with wind behind it. Guo caught it firmly,
clenching his fingers, then pulled hard and they both fell onto the sofa.

Chi silently lit a cigarette, leaning half on Guo, sighing.

“Feels heavy on my heart.”

Guo turned to ask, “What’s wrong?”

“Today Big Bao came home with me. My parents didn’t say anything openly, but gave
off a lot of bad vibes. The four of us ate, but only three servings of shark fin porridge—
none for him.”

“That’s harsh, but at least they didn’t say anything outright. Honestly, I don’t dare
imagine how my parents will treat Shuai. Big Bao’s situation is a bit better; at worst, they
just forbid or scold. Shuai’s bratty face? Three scolds and he’s climbing out the window.”

Chi didn’t want to hear more. “Why forbid and scold? You didn’t see how pitiful he
looked on the way back.”

Guo’s mood suddenly darkened as if seeing the future.

Then Chi changed his tone, “A pitiful person must have hateful parts.”

Guo gave him a glance. “What’s wrong with you today? First pity, then annoyance, then
pity again, then hatred.”

Chi, who had been leaning back on the sofa, leaned forward, resting his arms on his
knees. After staring at the floor for a few seconds, he turned to Guo.

“Tell me, that slut Yue Yue—who hundreds have fucked—what’s so special that Big Bao
would risk his life for her?”

Guo smiled bitterly, “Is this even worth talking about? Why bring her up?”

Chi stomped his foot hard; the ground seemed to shake.

“Whenever I think of him having slept with that woman, sticking his dick inside her, I get
so upset.”
Guo joked, “Haven’t you fucked her too? And she only got one, while you’ve had many.
Don’t get stuck in this kind of thinking; you’ll be the one at fault in the end.”

Chi took several deep breaths; the veins on his forehead slowly relaxed.

“I’m just telling you to feel better. Do you really think I’d fight him over this?”

Guo patted Chi’s shoulder. “I guess you’re not that stupid. Now’s not the time to argue
about her. Remember, the big boss Wang Da Tianzi is watching closely. Don’t let him
get smuggled overseas in a suitcase.”

Chi’s voice turned cold, “Overseas? If he goes beyond the third ring, I’ll break his legs.”

Guo smiled but said nothing.

Chi fell silent for a moment, his harsh facial lines softening.

“Kids get homesick. We should buy back the old courtyard first.”

“Need money? I’ll give it to you,” Guo said.

Chi shook his head, “No need, I have a plan.”

“What plan? You don’t have a cent; your dad’s suppressing you.”

Chi grabbed Guo’s neck from behind and said, “Borrow your sports car.”

Guo narrowed his eyes, “For what?”

“Racing. Gambling.”

...

Meanwhile, Wu Suowei was still complaining with Jiang Xiaoshuai.

“He definitely wasn’t happy I bullied that little prison guard! I noticed it when the three
of us ate together; he kept giving me dirty looks!”

As for why Wu’s forehead got hit, Jiang knew perfectly well but kept silent.

“Hey, do I smell something delicious?” Wu sniffed.

Jiang had been distracted and couldn’t find a reason to leave.

Hearing Wu, Jiang cleared his throat and pretended not to care. “Guo’s messing with
those crappy desserts again. Nothing tasty. Let’s keep talking.”
Wu said, “After chatting so long, I’m starving. Come, let’s go check it out.”

Jiang feigned refusal, “You go if you want; I’m not going.”

“If you don’t go, I’m afraid Guo won’t give me any!”

“...”

“Come on, please.”

“...”

“Master, for the sake of my stomach, put down your grudge for a moment!”

Jiang finally relented, patting his butt. “Fine, I’ll reluctantly go back with you.”

Once outside, Jiang unconsciously quickened his pace and was the first to slip inside.

Guo raised an eyebrow at Chi. “See? What did I say…”

Chi stood to leave. Just two steps from the door, Wu’s head popped in.

“What are you doing here?” Chi asked coldly.

Wu pouted. “I smelled it too.”

Chi pretended to be angry, “Smell it but hold it in. Is it for you to eat? You just keep
coming here!”

“Mind your own business! I want to!”

Wu glanced sideways at Chi, then happily went to the oven.

“Heh, smells so good!”

“Wow, tastes even better!”

“Guo, your skills are amazing!”

...

Wu ate and chatted, unaware he had eaten a dozen pieces already. Jiang glanced at him
and gently warned, “Hey, take it easy. Too much sweet at night won’t digest well.”

“One more piece!”

Wu reached for the oven and, seeing fewer than before, noticed four pieces missing.

Jiang immediately shouted.

“Hey, you really can’t get enough! Eating ours and then stealing from our place? Guo,
come here! That little bastard is robbing us again!”

Guo deliberately stayed in the bathroom a while longer before coming out, while Wu ran
off like a rabbit.

Jiang huffed, “He’s definitely madly in love with Chi Cheng but talks trash about him.
Not really family, huh?”

CHAPTER 278
Wu Suowei returned to the room, placed three pieces of dessert on a plate on the cabinet,
then turned to head to the bathroom. Just as he was about to go in, he suddenly felt a
chilling presence behind him. He spun around sharply, shooting a fierce glare at Chi
Cheng.

“Get out! I’m not showering with you!”

With that, he slammed the door shut.

A short while later, Wu realized he hadn’t taken his clean underwear. He opened the door
again and stepped out, only to find Chi Cheng eating the desserts. Chi’s brows furrowed
deeply as he shouted,

“Who told you to eat those? Put them back!”

Chi gave Wu a sidelong glance and asked, “Weren’t those for me?”

“I was saving them for myself.”

“Are you sure they’re not for me?”

“No!”

Chi grabbed the two pieces and forcefully shoved them into Wu’s mouth.

“Then eat them all yourself!”

Wu tightened his face and entered the bathroom, grumbling, but secretly feeling a bit off.
The piece Chi sneaked was mediocre at best; the two best pieces hadn’t been touched by
him.

After Wu finished showering, Chi came in, and Wu quietly slipped out again.

The door to Guo Chengyu’s room was open. Wu peeked in, looked left and right to make
sure no one was there, then tiptoed inside.

Just as he reached his hand into the oven, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

He turned and saw Guo Chengyu’s cold, mocking face, startled.

“Where did you pop out from?”

Before he could answer, Jiang Xiaoshuai’s voice came from the bathroom, questioning,
“Guozi, who came into our room?”

Wu pressed his palms together and furrowed his brow, his big eyes looking pitifully at
Guo Chengyu. Guo’s expression softened for a moment; Chi Cheng’s training was
paying off—Wu was genuinely good at acting cute.

Chi, from the bathroom, called out, “Li Wang brought me something!”

“Oh, you scared me, I thought it was Da Wei!”

Wu gave a sly smile, picked a few nice desserts, and left without a care.

Chi Cheng finished showering and came out to find two more pieces of dessert on the
plate—exactly the same as the ones he had just shoved into Wu’s mouth. Wu, acting as if
nothing had happened, was lying on the bed playing on his phone, legs stretched out
comfortably, his firm buttocks shining enticingly like two well-wrapped big apples.

Chi, still dripping wet, climbed onto the bed and lay on top of Wu, the sexy droplets on
his arms smearing onto Wu’s face.

Wu immediately showed disgust, fiercely poking Chi’s chest with both arms, trying to
break free from his embrace. Like a little monkey, Wu was wrapped in Chi’s arms, his
wrists firmly held, completely unable to move.

“Get off me!” Wu said.

Chi ignored his disgust, leaning his head toward Wu’s neck and blowing warm breath
into his open collar.
“Don’t you have any shame?” Wu grumbled. “You slapped me so many times earlier
over that little prison guard, and now you shamelessly act all sweet…”

Chi said nothing, just stared at Wu, watching his expression carefully.

Wu had been waiting for Chi to explain—to say that the slaps weren’t because of the
prison guard. But after waiting a long time and getting no explanation, Wu’s anger grew
thicker and thicker. Finally, he shouted loudly like a little firecracker:

“Asshole! Don’t you dare hold me like that! You’re disgusting!”

Chi laughed darkly at Wu’s little tantrum.

Seeing Chi laugh, Wu’s anger flared even more and he cursed out loud several times.

Chi, completely oblivious, pressed his lips to Wu’s ear and whispered, “I just don’t like
you bullying Jia Shen. He treats me so well! Honestly, I’m kinda reluctant to leave the
detention center. There, I have the handsome prison guard accompanying me, and the
little inmate even gives me foot massages—life’s pretty good!”

Wu lost all desire to curse, his face darkened, and he ignored Chi.

Chi teased on, “Next time you’ll wash my feet too, dress up as a male servant kneeling on
the floor, looking at me with those shameless eyes, washing while calling me ‘master’…”

Wu thought of how he had been worrying about Chi’s hardships all these days, only to
find out he’d been living so carefree. The more he thought, the worse he felt, and the
more wronged he felt, burying half his face into the mattress.

Chi pulled Wu’s face out of the mattress and saw tears glistening at the corner of his
eyes, his heart tightening.

“Why are you so easy to tease?”

He ran his hand around Wu’s eyes and smiled helplessly and pityingly.

“Husband’s just teasing, not really making you wash his feet.”

Wu still turned his head away.

Chi forcibly twisted Wu’s head back and commanded, “Be good. Don’t sulk at me.”

No response.

Finally, Chi got frustrated and said sharply,

“You kept hurting me with a brick on the forehead, but now I joke with you and you give
me attitude?”

Brick? Forehead? Wu suddenly realized why Chi had gotten angry so randomly—it was
because someone had provoked him first.

Feeling relieved, Wu picked up his phone and continued playing.

“What are you looking at?” Chi rested his chin on Wu’s shoulder.

“News,” Wu replied listlessly.

“Anything good? Read me one.”

“Nope.”

Chi glanced at the phone screen and mumbled, “Today’s the start of autumn…”

“So what?” Wu scoffed, “It’s still hot on the start of autumn.”

Chi bit Wu’s earlobe and asked, “Do you know what’s custom for the start of autumn?”

“Eat dumplings!”

“That’s all you know!”

“Of course!” Wu objected. “My mom always made dumplings for me at the start of
autumn!”

Chi stared silently.

“So what is it then?” Wu asked.

“Chrysanthemum viewing.”

“Viewing chrysanthemums? What does that have to do with me? We don’t even have…”

Halfway through, Wu stopped talking, feeling a bad premonition. His eyes slowly shifted
to Chi’s side and saw his wolfish glare, and immediately started struggling desperately.

Chi’s gaze followed his hand downwards, with a lewd tone:

“Let me see if this year’s little chrysanthemum is as blooming as last year’s.”

“Get your hands off! Ahhh… don’t pull off my underwear…”

After admiring the “chrysanthemum,” and eating another bite of dessert, life was simply
too sweet!

...

Early the next morning, Chi Cheng went out.

He contacted the current owner of the old courtyard house—a short, chubby middle-aged
man. When they met, the man held up three fingers and gestured firmly.

“No less than this number, no sale.”

Chi asked calmly, “How much did you pay?”

“Don’t care what I paid. This is the number. Not a bit less!”

The man’s tone was firm. Wu Suowei’s money troubles were obvious when he sold the
old courtyard; such old bricks and tiles carried many memories—priceless treasures. No
matter how much it cost, they’d buy it back.

Chi was confident Wu wouldn’t refuse.

“Three million is fine, as long as nothing inside the house is missing,” Chi said.

The man’s face changed slightly, then said, “Don’t worry. Since I bought it, I’ve only
been inside once and haven’t touched anything!”

“Good.”

Chi said, then strode to his car.

At a hotel entrance, Gangzi was waiting. Chi parked and exchanged keys with him.

“Want me to come along?” Gangzi asked.

“No need,” Chi said, then got into the Lamborghini modified by Guo Chengyu.

On the highway, he tested the car, the deep, masculine, and thrilling roar instantly
relieving all the pressure and frustration in his chest!

Both Chi and Guo were racing enthusiasts, often participating in various underground
races and bets in earlier years. Though they slowed down with age, Guo’s passion for
modifying cars never waned; nearly every vehicle had major tweaks.

At eleven p.m., Chi received a call and drove straight to the suburbs, winding up the
mountain road to the peak.
 CHAPTER 279
A flat open area was filled with a dozen or so modified cars, each with distinct shapes:
soaring spoilers, roaring exhaust pipes, and sleek body decals—their biggest difference
from ordinary vehicles.

Nearby, a group of young car owners gathered in threes or fives, chatting about their car
mods. Most came with girlfriends, those impeccably dressed beauties clustered together,
gossiping about the latest makeup brands.

Chi Cheng’s car was parked steadily next to a Ferrari. He opened the door and stepped
out.

The Ferrari belonged to Zhang Wang, the organizer of the race. He was four or five years
younger than Chi Cheng. When Chi Cheng was into cars years ago, Zhang was a small-
time player no one wanted to include. As many of Chi’s “seniors” retired, Zhang slowly
rose to prominence and now was thriving.

But Zhang’s group of racers was totally different from Chi’s old crowd. Back then, it was
pure competition and skill, low-key, with no women involved.

Now it was more of a show, combining skill with the main purpose of attracting beautiful
women.

Zhang Wang hadn’t invited Chi Cheng, so Chi’s sudden arrival excited him. Instantly, he
decided to raise the stakes—from tens of thousands to millions, and the race venue
changed from the highway to a winding mountain road.

The moment Chi stepped out, a beautiful woman standing nearby nudged her friend,
repeatedly signaling excitedly with her eyes.

“Look! Chi Shao is here!”

Upon hearing that, the group of gossiping beauties all turned their gaze to Chi Cheng.
Dozens of sparkling eyes appraised him from head to toe, almost wanting to peer through
every pore. Whispering conspiratorially to each other, they occasionally exchanged
knowing smiles.

Zhang Wang walked over to Chi and casually handed him a cigarette.

Next to Zhang was his girlfriend, Tang Ning. She’d slept with Chi Cheng three years ago;
Chi had long forgotten her, but she hadn’t forgotten him. Even now, when with Zhang,
flashes of Chi’s image still crossed her mind.
“Chi Shao, didn’t expect you’d actually come. Zhang Wang told me but I didn’t believe
it,” Tang smiled.

Chi Cheng responded with a blank nod.

Tang Ning added, “Hey, I heard you’re working now.”

Before Chi could answer, his phone rang. Seeing it was Wu Suowei, he moved to a
secluded spot to take the call.

Shortly after Chi left, Zhang Wang’s face darkened as he berated Tang Ning.

“Look at you just now, acting so shameless! Couldn’t keep your legs together, huh? If I
wasn’t standing here, you’d probably be on your knees licking his dick!”

Tang Ning glared back in shame, then ignored him and got in the car.

Chi answered the phone; Wu Suowei’s weary voice came through.

“Where are you?”

“Still at my parents’ place.”

“Why do I feel like the wind’s so strong over there?”

“There’s no wind,” Chi said steadily, “It’s just me breathing.”

“Your breathing’s that heavy?”

Chi said, “Thinking about fucking you.”

A grinding teeth sound came through.

After a moment, Wu asked, “When are you coming back?”

“Not anytime soon.”

“Don’t bother coming back,” Wu teased, “My idol’s here, so I can hang with him
longer.”

Chi said, “Alright.”

“Alright?”

What Chi wanted to say was, “Alright, that trick’s good — lets me drive faster.”
Whenever Wu mentioned Wang Zhen, Chi always exploded like he’d eaten explosives.
Wu always complained, blaming Chi for being petty. Tonight, Chi was finally generous,
so Wu was petty instead and hung up.

Chi smiled faintly and strode toward his car.

Wu put down his phone, just about to shower when he heard Wang Gu’s voice outside.
He wondered why Wang Gu was here so late. Thinking of Wang Gu naturally reminded
him of Wang Zhen. Wang Gu almost always accompanied Wang Zhen when he went out
— could it be… this time too?

No way. That accurate?

Wu quickly put on shoes and dashed outside.

Wang Gu entered Guo Chengyu’s room, while Wang Zhen’s towering figure stood
silently by the door.

Wu didn’t approach, instead leaning against his doorframe and coughing loudly twice.

Wang Zhen didn’t move, his sharp features cold and unmoving.

Wu whistled.

Still no reaction from Wang Zhen.

Wu pouted but couldn’t resist his idol’s charm, slowly sidling over.

“Hey!” he patted Wang Zhen’s shoulder, “Why didn’t you answer when I called?”

Wang Zhen’s gaze naturally shifted to Wu’s face, and he asked coolly, “When did you
call me?”

“Uh, okay…”

Wu rubbed his hands, suddenly at a loss for words. Neither spoke; they just stared
awkwardly at each other, the strange atmosphere thickening.

Finally, Wu recalled something frustrating.

“Why did you join in when they poured water on me that day?”

Wang Zhen’s big hand grabbed Wu by the back of his neck and lifted him up to eye
level.

“Why couldn’t I?”

Wu was speechless, couldn’t think of an answer or maybe didn’t want to say it. He
kicked wildly in the air a couple times, failed to break free, then punched Wang Zhen’s
chest.

“Put me down!”

Wang Zhen’s calm tone remained, “Answer me first.”

“You answer me first!” Wu shot back, “Why’d you do that to me?”

“...”

“How could you do something so cruel to me?”

“...”

After a tirade, Wu finally broke through Wang Zhen’s silence.

“Because I like your man.”

Wu’s heart soared to the cliff’s edge at the first six words — then plummeted upon
hearing the last two.

“R-really?”

Wang Zhen slid a hand onto Wu’s waist and lightly pushed, flipping him backwards.
Wu’s feet just hit the ground when Wang Gu appeared. Wang Zhen patted Wu’s head and
left without a word.

Wu was stunned for a long moment until Jiang Xiaoshuai opened the door and saw him.

“What are you doing here?”

Wu told Jiang Xiaoshuai Wang Zhen’s last words.

He’d hoped Jiang Xiaoshuai would say “No way!” to calm him, but instead Jiang’s
expression turned cold, eyes filled with sudden fear and realization.

“Da Wei, it might be true. Think carefully — Chi Cheng fought with you so many times
because of him, right? It wasn’t just Wang Gu urging Wang Zhen, right? Could that guy
be influenced by Wang Gu?

Then only one possibility remains — he doesn’t want you and Chi Cheng together. Why?
Because he likes you? If he did, he’d support Wang Gu and Chi Cheng getting back
together and seize his chance with you. But he’s always opposed and even forcibly took
Wang Gu away.
What does that mean? He doesn’t like you! Then why sabotage your relationship with
Chi Cheng?

Look from another angle — why is Chi Cheng always so polite to Wang Zhen? Is he
afraid of Wang Zhen? Afraid of anyone? Then why does he always get so worked up
about you two and lash out at you, but treat Wang Zhen with endless tolerance… he…”

Jiang Xiaoshuai didn’t finish as Wu turned to leave.

Jiang grabbed him, “Hey, where you going?”

“I want to get away from you.”

“...”

The mountain pass was silent, then suddenly, from the peak came the intermittent roar of
engines. At first just one or two modified sports cars, but as the sound grew louder, a
spectacular scene unfolded—over a dozen modified cars, fierce and wild, screaming
through the night.

The air seemed to freeze. Cars screeched through sharp turns, nerves being shredded by
terrifying shrieks.

Halfway up the mountain, the cars lined up neatly, waiting for the challenge.

Racing on mountain roads was often foggy and had caused many accidents. Because it
demanded exceptional driving skills, most car enthusiasts dared not race at such
dangerous sections.

Chi Cheng expressionless strapped on his seatbelt, his sharp, chiseled side profile casting
heavy, steady lines on the glass.

The organizer raised his right hand in front of the cars, palm open, counting down.

“Five, four, three, two, one!”

With a forceful slam of the referee’s fist, two sports cars shot off the starting line, tires
scraping the ground with piercing screeches. The acrid smell of burning rubber filled the
nose.
 CHAPTER 280
Chi Cheng naturally accepted the challenge. He skillfully shifted gears, pressed the
accelerator, and the engine roared loudly as the car surged forward. Zhang Wang’s
Ferrari quickly caught up from behind. Chi Cheng turned the steering wheel to the right,
holding the inside lane. The Ferrari moved out to the outside lane, accelerating
continuously and overtook Chi Cheng’s Lamborghini.

Chi’s car was like a relentless shark locking onto its prey; the atmosphere in the rearview
mirror was extremely tense.

At the turnaround spot, Zhang Wang’s car turned first. As he began to accelerate, Chi had
just finished turning. Unexpectedly, Chi pressed the accelerator and caught up, surpassing
Zhang in just three seconds.

Zhang Wang shouted in shock, “Damn, this guy’s straight-line acceleration is insane, no
way to compete with him on the straight!”

The higher the cars climbed the mountain, the thicker the fog became. Combined with the
wet road surface, every sharp turn was a gamble but also a prime opportunity to overtake.

Thanks to Chi’s outstanding performance on the straight, he held a clear lead. Zhang
Wang chased fiercely from behind, constantly closing the gap, looking for the perfect
chance to pass.

Tang Ning sat inside the car, staring at the white lines rushing toward her, feeling
suffocated. Usually, when racing with Zhang, she’d shout excitedly, but this time she was
completely silent, afraid that any disturbance would cause them to fall off the cliff.

Chi intentionally steadied his throttle; when the Ferrari’s front nearly touched his rear, he
suddenly accelerated fiercely, throwing Zhang’s car far behind.

Zhang cursed angrily and kept speeding up.

Tang Ning saw the speedometer and her face turned pale.

Chi drove dangerously, each steep slope felt like a brush with death. Yet his expression
was calm, seamlessly combining turns, acceleration, and braking. Then another turbo
boost, a rapid downhill, dodging hazardous obstacles.

Compared to Chi, Zhang’s advantage was knowing the road well. So he focused intently
on the road conditions, searching for a perfect chance to overtake Chi.

Midway through the course, a silver-gray Porsche suddenly sped past Zhang Wang. The
yellow streetlights flickered through his eyes, instantly enraging him.
“Damn!”

At that moment, the Porsche had overtaken Chi’s Lamborghini, leaping to first place.
Zhang flashed his lights at Chi’s Lamborghini, but Chi ignored him, making Zhang even
angrier.

Another steep downhill caused a weightless feeling, making Tang Ning’s heart race
painfully. Her tense breaths unexpectedly escaped, reaching Zhang’s ears.

Zhang’s mindset was unstable; although he and Tang Ning hadn’t been together long,
they often raced. But she had never been this nervous. Her anxiety revealed her lack of
confidence in Zhang, which easily made him think of Chi, instantly fueling Zhang’s fury.

Just ahead was a 60-degree left uphill bend. Zhang planned to overtake from the outside
lane. He stomped the accelerator, wildly accelerating as he entered the bend to pass on
the outside.

At the same moment, Chi’s Lamborghini slowed down.

Zhang recklessly pressed the gas and sharply turned the wheel. After the bend was a
downhill. Going too fast, he couldn’t handle the turn in time and slammed the brakes. His
car skidded sideways, scraping along the road. Entering the bend, his speed reached 90
km/h, and before braking at the exit, Tang Ning glanced at the speedometer: 130 km/h.

The moment the car skidded sideways, Zhang heard a loud bang under the chassis,
followed by Tang Ning’s hysterical scream.

At that moment, Chi’s Lamborghini mockingly roared past him.

The fog thickened. After the Porsche driver sped on, he could no longer see cars ahead or
behind, only glimpsing two points of light in the rearview mirror.

Compared to Zhang, the Porsche driver’s skills were inferior, but he was smarter,
knowing how to use conflict to restrain opponents. His weakness was unfamiliarity with
the road. Once in first place, he dared not speed recklessly, preferring to observe before
safely pushing the pace.

Because of this, Chi crushed Zhang first; then dealing with the Porsche was much easier.

Enveloped in fog, the two bright lights grew closer. The deafening engine roars (side
note: the original author wrote “motor noise” — who calls an engine a motor? sigh)
echoed through the valley. The Porsche driver sensed Chi’s fierce approach but was
unafraid and didn’t block him. For him, tailing Chi until the road cleared before
overtaking was much easier than fighting fiercely from start to finish.

As long as he kept watch on the few dangerous sections, he wasn’t afraid of Chi.
Just then, Chi’s car roared past on the left like lightning. The Porsche driver barely had
time to react before the car disappeared mysteriously. He didn’t even see Chi, didn’t
know if Chi was ahead or had flown off the road.

At the moment of overtaking, Chi’s speed hit 350 km/h—faster than a high-speed train.
Luckily it was a straight; if it were a bend, he could’ve flown from one mountain to
another.

Driving like this on a mountain road was practically suicidal. But Chi thought of Wu
Suowei’s tears at his parents’ graves and charged forward no matter what.

Using the fog as cover, Chi’s car soon slipped out of the Porsche driver’s sight.

Then he slowed down and drove steadily.

The Porsche driver didn’t know Chi’s car was less than a kilometer away, traveling at a
similar speed. The difference was Chi’s superior ability to read the road, so his speed
steadily increased, while the Porsche driver, unfamiliar with the road and having left
others far behind, slowed down to be safe.

The first two cars reached the finish five minutes apart.

After the Porsche driver arrived, he deliberately looked around. Seeing Chi’s
Lamborghini gone, he slammed the steering wheel, laughed loudly, and got out.

Not far away, the referee sat smoking. The Porsche driver shouted excitedly:

“Awesome!”

Before the referee could reply, a deep male voice came from behind.

“Awesome, huh?”

The Porsche driver froze, turned, and saw Chi sitting on his car roof, a low, sinister smile
on his face.

...

After the money was settled, Chi Cheng came to inspect the house with a middle-aged
man.

Compared to last time, the homeowner was much friendlier. Chi carefully checked every
corner, while the man followed with a sullen face, occasionally muttering:

“I haven’t touched a thing here, rest assured!”

After wandering through the rooms, Chi went to the yard. Beneath the old apricot tree, he
picked up a broken branch and examined it closely.

The man chuckled nervously and teased:

“This old apricot tree is really lush. Wish I’d bought the house in June or July, could’ve
eaten some apricots.”

Chi shook the branch in his hand. The wood was cold and hard. He turned and shoved the
branch into the man’s mouth.

The man’s mouth split open violently, blood gushed down his neck. His eyes bulged with
a fierce scream, then Chi kicked him hard. The man collapsed and convulsed.

“Do you take me for a fool?” Chi shouted furiously. “You think I can’t tell if you just
grabbed any old apricot tree?”

Half the man’s body was stained crimson; his eyes filled with uncontrollable terror.

Chi crouched down and stared at him.

“Where’s the tree?”

“Sold… sold it.”

“To whom?” Chi asked.

The man struggled out:

“Don’t know, just some passerby who liked the tree and took it away.”

Chi’s expression instantly turned icy cold.

“If that tree dies, you’ll die with it!”

...

In the following days, Chi used every possible channel to track the tree’s whereabouts.
He’d heard of people searching for others, even for cats and dogs, but this was the first
time he’d heard of someone searching for a tree. If it had been a rare species, that’d be
one thing, but it was just an unremarkable apricot tree — the difficulty was obvious.

Only Chi could handle the task, since no one else recognized that tree.
After over a week’s effort, Chi finally found the old apricot tree in an orchard more than
a hundred kilometers from his home. It had been sold by the tree trafficker to the orchard
owner, who thought it looked good and decided to keep it.

The tree had only been transplanted half a month ago. It hadn’t taken root or grown new
branches yet, still looking like when it was transported.

The orchard owner sighed:

“I can’t believe you found it! I really admire you.”

Chi said nothing, paid for the tree, and bought it.

The owner was great, giving lots of advice on transplant care, and sent two experienced
orchard workers to help transport the tree back and replant it in its original spot.

CHAPTER 281
“Where are you taking me?”

Wu Suowei was blindfolded and dragged into the car by Chi Cheng, calling out nonstop
inside. “What shady stuff have you been up to lately? Running off every few days and
not telling me where you go.”

Chi Cheng remained silent.

After a while, Wu Suowei tentatively asked, “You’re not going to sell me off, are you?”

“Who’d want you?” Chi Cheng smiled at the corner of his mouth. “If I throw you out on
the street now, it’d be lucky if someone picked you up.”

“Damn!” Wu Suowei was annoyed. “Am I really that worthless?”

“It’s not that you’re worthless, you’re a loss.”

Wu Suowei angrily tried to take off the blindfold but was sternly stopped by Chi Cheng.
This time he obediently leaned against the window without a word, secretly a little
excited — maybe it was a surprise after all.

It was rush hour, and the traffic was constantly congested. By the time Chi Cheng arrived
at the destination, Wu Suowei was almost asleep.

Chi Cheng pulled Wu Suowei out of the car.

The moment the door opened, Wu Suowei’s nerves tightened. The creak was too familiar
— only an old rusty iron gate would make such a sound.

When Wu stepped onto the earthen brick path in the old courtyard, his chest surged with
warmth.

Chi Cheng took off his blindfold.

Seeing the scene before him, Wu Suowei felt an indescribable emotion.

The old courtyard was still the old courtyard. Nothing extra, nothing missing. All the
things he had moved out before were brought back by Chi Cheng and placed exactly
where they used to be. Even the broom Wu’s mother used to hang on the wall was
obediently there, not a single sorghum stalk missing.

It was as if the parting from over half a month ago never happened, those days of regret
and guilt never existed.

His roots had always been here, never pulled out.

“What’s wrong?” Chi Cheng patted the back of Wu Suowei’s head. “Don’t recognize
your own home so fast?”

Wu Suowei looked at Chi Cheng with unhidden excitement and joy.

“When did you buy this back?”

Chi Cheng replied casually, “The day before yesterday.”

Wu Suowei punched Chi Cheng’s shoulder hard twice, unable to tell if he was happy or
angry, and loudly shouted, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

After that, he happily ran into the house, spun around a few times, then ran back into the
yard. He ran straight to the old apricot tree and climbed it like a monkey.

Chi Cheng gave him a little push on his butt. “Get down, don’t let the bugs sting you.”

“No!” Wu Suowei said excitedly. “Do you know? I dreamed someone dug up this tree,
took the trunk to use as a beam to build a house. Luckily, it was just a dream!”

Chi Cheng’s heart twitched, but his tone was calm: “Are you stupid? Who uses wood to
build houses these days? Even if they do, they don’t use fruit trees.”

Wu Suowei chuckled, then jumped down from the tree onto Chi Cheng’s back, wrapping
his elbows around Chi’s neck with a big smile. His smile was radiant, filled with all the
excitement and emotion.
No matter how much Wu Suowei messed around, Chi Cheng could handle it. But when
Wu got all playful, Chi couldn’t resist. It felt like pouring pure honey into his heart —
sweet enough to give him goosebumps.

“Stop fooling around,” Chi Cheng said in a deep voice. “You’re getting tree bark all over
me.”

Wu Suowei finally got down and helped tidy up the main house with Chi Cheng.
Although Chi had cleaned before, Wu felt it necessary to give the house a thorough
cleaning. After so long without anyone living there, dust had settled on the walls and
floors, and the windows and cabinets needed wiping.

When they finished, they glanced at the clock—it was already past ten at night without
them realizing it.

“We should go back now,” Wu Suowei said.

Chi Cheng replied, “Don’t bother moving. Let’s stay here tonight.”

“There’s no water heater here, and the solar water system hasn’t been filled. No way to
take a shower.”

“How did your family bathe before you had the solar heater?”

“With a basin.”

“That’ll do then.”

Chi Cheng went out and got a basin, boiled some hot water, and planned to help Wu
Suowei wipe down simply with a towel. Just as he set the basin down, Wu Suowei
suddenly said, “Let me wash your feet.”

Chi Cheng grinned wickedly, “Really?”

“If I say I’m washing, then I’m washing. No excuses!”

Wu Suowei wasn’t very willing deep down, but Chi’s care moved him too much. It
would be rude not to give something back. Besides, the words were already out — no
turning back, just had to tough it out.

As soon as Wu Suowei pressed Chi’s feet into the hot water, sweat beads popped out on
Chi’s forehead.

Not because the water was hot, but because his heart was — burning hot.

Wu Suowei gave Chi Cheng a mischievous glance and softly called, “Master…”
Then he couldn’t help but chuckle, his ears flushing red.

Chi Cheng’s heart felt like it was in midsummer — every hair standing on end in feverish
excitement. He wanted to kick over the basin and throw Wu Suowei onto the kang
(heated platform) for a wild session.

But seeing Wu lower his head, fussily scrubbing his foot, Chi felt reluctant to stop him.

So Wu Suowei scrubbed a few times, and Chi pulled him up.

“Enough, enough…” Chi Cheng’s large hand stroked Wu’s cheek. “No need to wash
anymore. Look how pitiful you are — did I wash you enough?”

Saying that, he took the basin out, changed the water, and pressed Wu’s feet back in.

“Ah… it’s a bit hot,” Wu Suowei said, trying to pull his feet out.

Chi held them firmly, “Hot foot baths are good for your health.”

“But it’s not even foot-bath season!”

“You run the AC all day and get all chilled. You need this.”

Gradually, Wu Suowei adapted to the temperature and found it comfortable. Suddenly he

recalled childhood — someone had washed his feet like this too. Big hands carefully
rubbing his soles and insteps, then a pat on the butt and off to bed!

Outside, a light rain began to fall, faintly smelling like autumn. Sleeping on the kang with
the window open felt cool, no more sticky discomfort all over his body.

Wu Suowei felt an itch on his neck, scratched it once, then suddenly yelled out.

Chi Cheng turned to look, “What’s wrong?”

“Feels like something stung me.” Wu bared his teeth in pain.

Chi frowned, “What did I say? I told you not to climb the tree. You didn’t listen — serves
you right.”

Wu Suowei sulked and turned over, stewing for a while.

After a long time, Chi Cheng spoke, “Come here, let me see where it stung.”

Wu didn’t move.
Chi flipped him over, bent close to his neck, and examined carefully. Wu stared at Chi’s
strong masculine features and felt his thoughts drifting.

“Hey, Chi Cheng, how long have we been together?”

“Almost two years, I guess.”

“Why do I feel like it’s just a few days — that heat hasn’t cooled off yet!” Wu rubbed
Chi’s firm butt with his big foot, smiling cheekily.

Chi glanced at him, “Because your reflexes are slow.”

Wu’s expression froze for a moment. After glaring at Chi for a while, he said softly,

“How do I make your reflexes as slow as mine?”

“If you keep that body, that face, and that tight ass, I can hold back,” Chi teased.

Wu Suowei punched him repeatedly but spoke smugly,

“So you’re complimenting me, huh?”

Chi laughed at Wu’s flirtiness and grabbed his hair, pressing his head against his crotch.

Their affection lasted into the late night. After the fun, Wu Suowei suddenly asked, “Can
you always be this strong? What if one day you can’t?”

Chi snorted, “That’s a compliment, isn’t it?”

Wu’s cheeks flushed. After a while, he said, “When you can’t anymore, I’ll do you.”

Chi completely ignored this.

Wu poked Chi, “Hey, can I do you?”

Chi paused half a second, then slapped the back of Wu’s head.

“Go to sleep.”

Wu was indeed sleepy, too tired to argue, and soon nestled against Chi’s face and fell
asleep.

That night was incredibly peaceful. Before, Wu didn’t dare sleep in the old house,
especially on this kang — afraid of recalling the cold body of Wu’s mother on her last
night. But now, he wasn’t afraid. Wherever his hands touched was Chi’s strong, warm
body. He had a home again
 CHAPTER 282
Chi Yuanduan had been busy all day. When he came home at night and wanted to relax
by watching some TV, Zhong Wenyu interrupted him again.

“Have you solved Xiao Wu’s company problem yet?”

Chi Yuanduan leaned back on the sofa, his eyes slightly squinting, and a hint of
weariness in his breath.

“Not yet, this Chengzi is busy, hasn’t found the time.”

“What time do you need to find?” Zhong Wenyu urged, “Just make one phone call and
the matter will be settled. Hurry up! I don’t want us to owe him any favors.”

“Owe favors?” Chi Yuanduan snorted coldly, “What favors? He’s only getting what he
deserves.”

Zhong Wenyu glanced sideways at Chi Yuanduan and muttered to herself, “What do you
think about those two? We can’t keep dragging it out, can we?”

Chi Yuanduan tapped his fingers on his leg, pondering something. After a moment, his
fingers suddenly froze, and at that moment his eyes opened wide.

“I just remembered the fourth point from my data.”

Zhong Wenyu’s memory was poor, “What data?”

“The experience summary I gave our daughter to refer to.”

Zhong Wenyu had no recollection of this “experience summary.” She only remembered
this “manual” was more trouble than help, causing fires in their own backyard, basically
digging their own graves.

So when Chi Yuanduan mentioned it, she became a little nervous. After all, it was
somewhat a “weapon” that needed to be guarded against.

“What did it say?”

Chi Yuanduan said, “To deal with someone like Wu Suowei who has no one to rely on,
the best way is to have a woman bear his child. Because he lost his family, he cherishes
family ties. He would definitely protect the child and be willing to create a healthy family
for the child.”

Halfway through, Zhong Wenyu frowned and barely endured listening, then threw a
comment at Chi Yuanduan.
“Isn’t that unethical?”

“How is it unethical?” Chi Yuanduan stubbornly replied. “I’m helping him, not hurting
him! When he’s my age, he’ll understand how important children are.”

“Cut it out!” Zhong Wenyu said angrily, clutching her chest. “You’re about to lose your
own line, and you still have time to add descendants for others?”

Chi Yuanduan was silent for a while, then sighed.

“Even if you agree now, I don’t have the heart anymore. I’m just afraid our daughter will
use this against me!”

“Use it against you? How? A woman gets pregnant with Wu Suowei’s child, and then
Wu Suowei abandons it to prove his loyalty to Chi Cheng? Even if so, what does that
have to do with us? It’s his child, he can handle it however he wants.”

Chi Yuanduan thought about it and agreed — this point indeed had no room to be used,
so he was at ease.

About three or four days later, Zhong Wenyu received a call from Chi Jiali.

“Mom, I booked a flight for tomorrow and will probably be home the day after.”

Zhong Wenyu was both happy and worried, “Why come back so soon after just a few
days?”

“Didn’t I tell you last time? I had some tricky matters to deal with and rushed back. Now
that it’s handled, I can rest at home for a while.”

Zhong Wenyu finally relaxed completely, joy unconcealed in her tone.

“Are my two little grandsons coming back with you?”

Chi Jiali’s tone was rather helpless, “I didn’t want to bring them, taking care of two kids
is too tiring, but I can’t leave them there either.”

“What’s so tiring? Just take care of them on the plane. Once home, they’re my
responsibility! If you don’t bring them back, then don’t bother coming!”

After saying that, Zhong Wenyu hung up and happily ran to the study to share the good
news with Chi Yuanduan.

On the third morning, Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei went to the airport together.
Dou Dou and Quan Quan, upon seeing Wu Suowei, acted like mice discovering rice —
enthusiastically kissing and licking, causing their uncle to scold them repeatedly.

Chi Yuanduan had things to do in the morning, so only Zhong Wenyu was at the gate
waiting early. When she saw Chi Cheng’s car approach, she smiled and walked over even
before the car stopped.

“Come, let Grandma hold you. Haven’t seen you for over a month, Grandma missed you
so much.”

Zhong Wenyu said as she took Dou Dou from Wu Suowei’s arms. Wu Suowei greeted
her “Aunt,” and Zhong Wenyu casually responded with a hum, then turned her smiling
gaze to the grandchildren.

“We have things to do, we’ll leave first,” Chi Cheng said.

Chi Jiali asked, “Aren’t you going to have lunch at home before leaving?”

“No, the housekeeper makes too little food. Now with the three of you, I’m afraid there
won’t be enough.”

Zhong Wenyu’s face immediately darkened.

Chi Cheng rolled up the car window and drove off with Wu Suowei.

“Bye, Auntie!”

Dou Dou and Quan Quan happily waved at Wu Suowei in the car.

Zhong Wenyu glanced toward the car, looking displeased, and said to Chi Jiali, “Why did
he have to come along too?” The “he” obviously referred to Wu Suowei.

Chi Jiali shrugged, “It wasn’t my idea; the kids specifically asked for him to pick them
up.”

Zhong Wenyu said no more and went inside carrying the two children.

...

That night, Chi Yuanduan returned home. Chi Jiali temporarily left the children with the
housekeeper and called Chi Yuanduan and Zhong Wenyu into another room to talk
privately.

“Why must you close the door to talk?” Chi Yuanduan complained, “I haven’t even
talked to the kids yet, and you already dumped them on the housekeeper. What if they
make trouble?”
“They’re too noisy! Anyway, let’s talk here. They don’t understand what we’re saying,”
Zhong Wenyu said.

“They’re too noisy!” Chi Jiali said impatiently, “What I’m talking about is more
important than the two kids. You better listen carefully first.”

Chi Yuanduan said stiffly, “To me, nothing is more important than my grandsons.”

Chi Jiali cleared her throat and pointed at her belly.

“Are you talking about him?”

Chi Yuanduan’s expression changed slightly, and Zhong Wenyu’s eyes widened — from
doubt to confirmation to disbelief, finally full of surprise.

“You…”

Chi Jiali smiled leisurely, “Yes, I’m pregnant.”

“Oh my… that’s wonderful…”

Zhong Wenyu was so happy she couldn’t stop smiling. Chi Yuanduan laughed heartily —
rare these days. The sudden happy news dispelled the family gloom of many days.

After they finished smiling, Chi Jiali announced an even bigger piece of news.

“I plan to leave this child in your care.”

Zhong Wenyu was so overwhelmed by joy she could hardly speak clearly.

“You… you’re serious?”

Chi Jiali sighed, “I originally didn’t plan on having more kids, but with Chi Cheng’s
current situation, I think the chance of him getting married is very small. Rather than
leaving you two with no grandchildren, I’d rather leave one with you.”

Chi Yuanduan was silent for a while, then said seriously, “Whether he has children or not
is his business. It won’t affect us raising this child.”

“Exactly,” Zhong Wenyu said with a smile, “Even if he has children in the future, we’ll
love this grandson just the same.”

Chi Jiali smiled, “I think you misunderstood. I’m not simply leaving you a child. I want
to adopt this child to Chi Cheng. Legally, he’ll be Chi Cheng’s son, our Chi family’s
grandson.”
At this, Chi Yuanduan and Zhong Wenyu exchanged a glance, their expressions turning
serious.

“But there is one condition,” Chi Jiali changed tone, “Once you have this grandson, you
must not interfere with my brother’s freedom to marry.”

Chi Yuanduan’s face darkened, “He did such a terrible thing and you still want him to
have children? We have to raise his child? That’s too easy for him!”

“Do whatever you want,” Chi Jiali said decisively, “I don’t intend to keep this child. If
you don’t want it either, then I’ll have an abortion.”

Zhong Wenyu’s face changed drastically, “How can you do that? It’s not easy to be
pregnant these days!”

“Why do you want me to keep it? I already have two sons, and recently got the test
results — sometimes it’s just one son. Raising three sons? That’d kill me.”

When she heard it was a boy, Chi Yuanduan’s expression shifted again.

Chi Jiali stroked her belly, half-smiling and looking at the two elders, saying, “Of course,
the test might be wrong. Usually it takes three or four months to tell. But the foreign
doctors like to innovate — who knows if it’s reliable?”

Zhong Wenyu and Chi Yuanduan were silent.

Chi Jiali sighed softly, “Originally I thought, since I had one dark and one light child
before, this one should be yellow, right? It’s perfect to raise here! But you two just don’t
care.”

She placed her hands on her belly and murmured to herself, “Baby, I’m sorry. It’s not
that I don’t want to keep you. It’s that your grandparents don’t want you. The Chi family
doesn’t need you. Better for you to just turn into blood and water and flow into the
sewer.”

Hearing this, Zhong Wenyu turned pale and hurriedly grabbed Chi Jiali’s hand.

“Daughter, daughter, don’t be impulsive. We never said we don’t want the baby.”

“Then you agree?” Chi Jiali asked.

Zhong Wenyu hesitated for a while. As Chi Jiali was about to leave, Zhong Wenyu
suddenly pulled her back.

“Let’s discuss it again, discuss it again…”

Chi Jiali said, “The later the abortion, the worse it is for the body. So the sooner you
decide…”

After saying that, Chi Jiali pushed the door and left.

Not long after she left, Zhong Wenyu looked at Chi Yuanduan angrily.

“That ‘manual’ of yours really works. Are you satisfied now? There’s a child, and you
care so much about family ties, you’ll definitely try to keep this child, right? … Chi
Yuanduan! You! … You’re too talented!”

“…”

CHAPTER 283
A few days later, Wu Suowei received a notice from the relevant authorities: his business
license had been reinstated, and the previously suspended projects were now allowed to
resume work.

The happiest people were the company’s core employees.

Lin Yanrui called Wu Suowei and said, “What did I tell you? Our company will
definitely be fine, sooner or later we’ll get back to normal operations. I never even
thought about looking for another job or traveling around. I want to take this chance to
rest well, recharge, and then keep working hard for you!”

Wu Suowei was quite touched. “Actually, you really are talented—you can make it
anywhere. Following me to clean up this mess, honestly, I feel bad for you.”

“You’re being too formal!” Lin Yanrui laughed heartily. “Honestly, I’m with you not just
because of our friendship. I truly admire you and believe in you. Working with you is
definitely the right choice!”

“I was worried that after all these troubles, my loyal people would abandon me. Hearing
you say this really puts my mind at ease.”

“You think too poorly of us! Big Wang, Old Li, and Little Belly call me all the time
trying to find out when we’ll reopen. They’re all eagerly waiting!”

After hanging up, Wu Suowei’s heart was set ablaze with fighting spirit.

The company’s reopening would inevitably bring many problems, and Wu Suowei spent
the next few days running around, finally managing to smooth out those tricky issues.
It was past nine in the evening when Wu Suowei and Chi Cheng left the office. They
bought some grilled skewers and a box of beer, and sat on an empty lot across from the
construction site, eating and chatting.

Because the project needed to be completed by the end of the year, the workload was
heavy. After being delayed for more than a month, the upper management’s approval
finally came through, and work resumed immediately.

The contractor’s sign was hung up again, and these days saw night shifts nonstop.

Wu Suowei was gnawing on a lamb leg and saw Chi Cheng pick one up too, immediately
saying, “Let me try yours.”

“Grilled by the same person, they all taste the same.”

“But I want to try.”

Chi Cheng handed it to Wu Suowei, who bit a big piece and chewed it deliciously.

“You just feel better if you get to take advantage of me a little, don’t you?”

Wu Suowei didn’t like taking advantage of Chi Cheng; he just liked when Chi Cheng
yielded to him.

After eating their fill, the two enjoyed the cool night breeze, with the steady rumble of
machinery, staying until dawn.

More than a month ago, Wu Suowei had spent a night here too — but then it was with a
lonely, desolate heart until sunrise. Now he rested his head on someone’s shoulder, full of
hope and anticipation, and before he knew it, the day had broken.

Upon hearing about Chi Jiali’s pregnancy, Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei bought many
nourishing supplements and went specifically to express their thanks.

Zhong Wenyu and Chi Yuanduan were not home, and as soon as Dou Dou and Quan
Quan saw Wu Suowei, they clung to him tightly. Wu Suowei had to take them downstairs
to play, leaving only Chi Jiali and Chi Cheng in the room.

Chi Cheng spoke calmly, “Sister.”

Chi Jiali put on a mock surprised expression. “Looks like motherhood brings status!
Usually you just say ‘hey’ or ‘you there,’ but today you actually called me sister to my
face.”

Chi Cheng gave a very manly smile that nearly electrified his sister.
“Alright, alright!” Chi Jiali made a stop gesture. “Don’t show that fake expression. I’m
still used to your usual slacker self.”

Chi Cheng joked, “If you have another black baby, with three kids you’ll have a
chocolate sandwich cookie.”

Chi Jiali glared at him silently.

“What if it’s a black-and-white spotted one?” Chi Cheng added.

Chi Jiali punched Chi Cheng twice angrily, half-scolding, half-laughing.

“You better watch your mouth! If you say that again tomorrow when we go out, people
will think you’re the one getting cheated on!”

Chi Cheng stared at Chi Jiali for a while, then his face returned to normal.

“No need to sacrifice so much for us. Keep the kid with you and raise it yourself.”

“I’m not doing it for you two, it’s for Mom and Dad!” Chi Jiali said. “If you feel guilty,
just be filial to Mom and Dad and take good care of the kid.”

“He’s still your child, and still calls you Mom,” Chi Cheng said.

Chi Jiali’s heart ached, and she scolded Chi Cheng, “Say one more word like that and I’ll
stop having kids for you.”

Chi Cheng said no more; all his gratitude was unspoken.

Wu Suowei was better at social cues than Chi Cheng. He led the two kids upstairs and,
upon seeing Chi Jiali, simply said, “Sister, you’re really pretty.”

Chi Jiali sneered, “If you think I’m pretty, why don’t you chase me instead of being with
my brother?”

“Aren’t you already taken?”

Chi Jiali said, “I don’t mind having another kept man.”

“Really?” Wu Suowei’s eyes twinkled. “My idol is currently single and just came back to
the country. Why don’t you keep him? He’s really handsome!”

Chi Jiali asked casually, “What’s his name?”

“Wang Zhen.”
Upon hearing the name, Chi Jiali immediately threw a fly swatter at Wu Suowei and
chased him around.

After a few hits, Wu Suowei hurriedly calmed her down.

“Sis, please don’t be angry! Our future is all in your belly!”

Chi Jiali breathed a bit, “I’m telling you, just relying on this baby inside me won’t be
enough—you have to work on it yourself.”

Speaking of this, Wu Suowei looked worried. “I want to work on it too, but I don’t know
where to start!”

“I’ll tell you this: my dad likes you quite a bit. He only used me to hit you because he
was resentful. So no problem on my dad’s side. The key is my mom. She found out late
and needs time to accept it. Your effort should be focused on making my mom happy
during this time.”

Wu Suowei asked, “What kind of person does Auntie like?”

“She? Simple, thrifty, and skillful.”

Wu Suowei thought carefully. “I check all the boxes!”

“Sure you do, but how you show it matters,” Chi Jiali reminded him. “You can’t just
bring a bunch of clearance goods every time you come to fool my mom.”

“That’s true…” Wu Suowei was troubled.

Chi Jiali patted his shoulder. “Think hard about it.”

...

After going home, Wu Suowei racked his brain but couldn’t come up with a way to
please the old lady.

How to show ‘skillful’? He only knew how to blow sugar figures, which required close
daily contact, and they couldn’t live together.

Just when Wu Suowei was at a loss, he thought of his powerful backup team.

Right! Get Lao Youbing! He’s so cunning.

After explaining his intent, Guo Chengyu immediately gave Wu Suowei a tip:

“Turn waste into treasure.”

Wu Suowei looked blank. “Turn waste into treasure?”

“Recycle their junk and remake it into artwork. Shows your skillfulness, thriftiness, and
ability to manage a household.”

Wu Suowei’s eyes lit up and he gave Guo Chengyu an admiring look.

“You’re brilliant!”

So, the next day Wu Suowei went to Chi Cheng’s parents’ house under the pretext of
watching the kids.

Chi Jiali had taken some old computer parts from the study to throw out.

Zhong Wenyu immediately said, “Why throw them? They pollute the environment, better
to keep and sell as scrap.”

“How much could they be worth?” Chi Jiali said, trying to throw them anyway.

Wu Suowei stopped her in time, reaching out, “Give them to me, I can make something
new.”

“What can you make with this junk?”

“Give me a chance!”

Wu Suowei insisted and Chi Jiali gave in.

Back home, facing the junk parts, Wu Suowei sighed.

“What can you make with this rubbish?”

Jiang Xiaoshuai fiddled with them for a long time but couldn’t make much progress.

“Hey, I just thought of someone,” Jiang Xiaoshuai’s eyes brightened.

“Who?”

“Your idol! Doesn’t he do magic?”

Wu Suowei snapped his fingers. Right! How did he forget?

So, while Chi Cheng was away, Wu Suowei secretly invited Wang Zhen to the company,
quietly watching him tinker with the junk.
Wang Zhen’s sharp and handsome face was a masterpiece by God, and his hands could
keep creating wonders.

Wu Suowei watched his hands for a while, then his face, repeatedly, until his eyes fixed
on the finished artwork and refused to move.

When Wang Zhen finished, he pushed it into Wu Suowei’s hands.

It was indeed exquisite, though Wu Suowei couldn’t tell its purpose.

“It’s an aroma diffuser,” Wang Zhen explained expressionlessly, “You put perfume here
and the scent diffuses through these holes.”

Wu Suowei cherished it in his hands, feeling reluctant to return it.

He noticed Wang Zhen’s face was always so cold, but what he made was always full of
love. Such a man was irresistibly charming; Wu Suowei even felt a little worried for him.

“What kind of person could be worthy of you?”

Wang Zhen said quietly, “Someone like you is enough.”

“Don’t say that!” Wu Suowei’s heart pounded wildly. “I’m not worthy of you.”

...

On the weekend, Chi Jiali suggested a family reunion dinner, so she summoned Chi
Cheng and Wu Suowei home.

When Wu Suowei arrived, Zhong Wenyu was out buying groceries with the housekeeper.
Wu Suowei took the chance to call Dou Dou and Quan Quan over and eagerly taught
them the small inventions Wang Zhen had shown him.

When Zhong Wenyu returned, Dou Dou immediately ran to her.

“Grandma, look! My aunt made this aroma diffuser from our family’s junk.”

Zhong Wenyu took the craft and curiously examined it but didn’t quite understand what
Dou Dou meant. After Chi Jiali’s explanation, she realized it was made from computer
parts and her face lit up with surprise.

“Wow, whose hands are so skillful?”

Dou Dou and Quan Quan immediately shouted, “Our aunt made it! Our aunt made it!”

Zhong Wenyu gave Wu Suowei an incredulous look. “Did you really make this?”
Wu Suowei gave a shameless humble smile, “Yeah, I usually mess around with this stuff
at home, and it’s a pity to just throw it away...”

Before he finished, Dou Dou and Quan Quan pulled Zhong Wenyu’s hands,
enthusiastically showing Wu Suowei as their positive role model.

“Grandma, look, I made a little cart!”

“This is my little three-legged stool!”

“...”

Zhong Wenyu nodded and smiled, looking at Wu Suowei with undisguised admiration.

At lunch, the family sat around the table.

Wu Suowei poured a glass of wine for Chi Yuanduan. “Uncle, I toast to you. Thank you
for your support and help in my career.”

Chi Yuanduan initially didn’t want to drink but upon seeing Chi Jiali’s belly, reluctantly
took a sip.

Wu Suowei then served Zhong Wenyu a small sweet.

“Auntie, try this. I made it.”

Actually, he had stolen it from Guo Chengyu.

Zhong Wenyu didn’t want to eat at first, but upon seeing her daughter’s belly, reluctantly
tasted it. She ended up unable to stop and ate three pieces in a row. If Chi Jiali hadn’t
stopped her, she would have taken more.

The family ate fairly harmoniously. Chi Cheng had been quiet until Wu Suowei offered a
toast and dishes, then suddenly said:

“Stop calling them uncle and auntie. Shouldn’t we switch to something else?”

Wu Suowei was caught off guard, and Chi Yuanduan and Zhong Wenyu were surprised
too.

After a long pause, Wu Suowei awkwardly said,

“Dad, Mom.”

Neither Chi Yuanduan nor Zhong Wenyu responded.

Chi Jiali put down her chopsticks and sighed, rubbing her belly, “Baby, I’m sorry, it’s not
that Mom…”

“Hey!”

Chi Yuanduan and Zhong Wenyu answered in unison.

Although not sincere, Wu Suowei felt a special kind of emotion hearing it.

After dinner, the old couple went to their bedroom to talk secretly.

“Are you really letting him in just like that?” Zhong Wenyu still found it hard to accept.

Chi Yuanduan said, “What choice do we have? Keeping the child is the priority! If
needed, we can fight him after the child is born!”

Zhong Wenyu fondled the aroma diffuser and looked at Chi Yuanduan suspiciously.

“Do you think you can beat him?”

Chi Yuanduan was silent.

On a clear, windless day, Chi Cheng and Wu Suowei went to pay respects at Wu’s
parents’ graves.

“Mom, Dad, I’ve brought my wife to see you.”

Upon hearing “wife,” Chi Cheng glanced slyly at Wu Suowei but said nothing.

“There are so many good things to report! Our company reopened, projects resumed, we
bought back the old house, the old apricot tree is still strong. Chi Cheng and I moved
back to the old house, his parents now accept me. Best of all, we’re going to have a child.
He may not look like me, but his personality will definitely follow mine.”

Afterwards, they burned paper money for Wu’s parents and Chi Cheng looked at Wu.

“You should say something.”

Chi Cheng crouched and took out a photo from his bag, holding one corner to the flame.

“Mom, Dad, I don’t want a dowry. I’m sending you the wedding photo. If you approve,
give a nod!”

Wu Suowei was stunned. Wedding photo? When was that taken?

His eyes landed on the photo. The lower half was already burned away, leaving only a
naked upper body embracing each other.

“Wait!” Wu Suowei was stunned. “What did you burn for my parents?”

“Naked photos!”

“Ahhh!!”

Wu Suowei roared angrily, trying to save it, but the photo was already gone.

Actually, Chi Cheng didn’t burn naked photos. Their lower halves were under the
blanket. It was taken secretly during two nights they slept together.

It was also at that moment Chi Cheng decided to take care of Wu Suowei for life.

“I have no face to see my parents now…”

Wu Suowei was still lost in his sorrow, turning to glare at Chi Cheng for three seconds,
then about to pounce when Chi Cheng escaped. Wu Suowei chased him out of the
cemetery to the grass outside.

Chi Cheng suddenly braked and turned around, grabbing Wu Suowei who was about to
collide, and threw him onto his shoulder.

Wu Suowei kicked and struggled wildly, laughing until tears came.

Suddenly remembering one last thing he hadn’t told his parents:

“Chi Cheng and I will definitely live well together.”

...

THE END.