Chapter 3: The Small-Time Star and His Short-Tempered Sugar Daddy (Part III)
Fang Yinnian’s features were already deep and defined, but now, under the influence of alcohol, his gaze toward Xiao Ji held an added layer of haziness.
His long legs were planted on the floor, his entire body radiating the rakish aura of pent-up desire.
Xiao Ji hated this look. Walking back to the bed and looking down to pinch his chin for a kiss felt like he was about to start a brawl.
Fang Yinnian had been abstinent for twenty-eight years. Once ignited, he burned almost instantly, tearing apart Xiao Ji’s thin shirt in one go.
The fragile buttons popped and scattered across the floor like rain.
In everyone’s eyes, Fang Yinnian was the image of a top Alpha. He never denied his orientation, but he found the fact that he wasn’t a “Top” difficult to speak about.
At a certain stage of his interaction with Xiao Ji, Fang Yinnian actually lost interest suddenly and wanted to kick Xiao Ji out.
But Xiao Ji didn’t let things go in the terrible direction Fang Yinnian anticipated.
The initiative and dominance hidden beneath his cold exterior made Fang Yinnian almost unable to stop.
Everything that followed was natural, like water flowing into a canal.
When Fang Yinnian couldn’t bear it anymore, he cursed Xiao Ji’s ancestors to the eighteenth generation, dragging his parents into it for good measure.
The more he cursed, the more energized Xiao Ji became, acting as if he wanted Fang Yinnian to die right there on the bed.
When 037 reviewed the scene later, it couldn’t see the visuals, only hear the verbal abuse exchanged between the two and the countless censored beep-beep sounds that replaced the unspeakable acts.
In a place unseen by Xiao Ji, it pinched its own philtrum (upper lip) forcefully. It took a long time to calm down before asking Xiao Ji through gritted teeth:
[What do you plan to do next?]
Xiao Ji finished the Oden on the table, pulled out a tissue, folded it into a perfect square, and wiped his mouth.
[Go home and sleep.]
After speaking, he seemed to remember something else and took out his silenced phone.
Sure enough, the locked screen displayed an incoming call from an unknown number.
Just as he picked up, Cheng Nuo’s voice exploded into Xiao Ji’s eardrum from the other end:
“I told you to take him home, where did you take him?! I called a hundred times and you didn’t answer a single one! If you don’t use your phone, go trade it for a stainless steel basin!”
Cheng Nuo had rushed back to the set overnight. Just as he lay down and closed his eyes, he was woken by a call from Fang Yinnian’s secretary, who told him to go die without explanation.
Cheng Nuo was scolded innocently. The only person he could think of who might have displeased Fang Yinnian was Xiao Ji.
Xiao Ji stood up and pushed open the door of the convenience store.
“I took him home. I didn’t hear it.”
“How did you provoke him?” Cheng Nuo asked.
Xiao Ji carefully recalled the events of the night and answered honestly:
“I didn’t provoke him. I went along with whatever he said.”
Cheng Nuo hesitated for a moment, then probed tentatively, “Did you… call a stop in the middle? He wasn’t satisfied?”
Xiao Ji: “No.”
He hadn’t called a stop, but Fang Yinnian had shouted it a few times. Xiao Ji could sense Fang Yinnian’s state and felt he was saying one thing but meaning another, so he hadn’t truly stopped.
But he felt there was no need to discuss such details with Cheng Nuo.
Cheng Nuo couldn’t ask Xiao Ji to elaborate on the specific process, so he could only probe further: “Did he make any special requests that you didn’t catch, or didn’t agree to?”
Xiao Ji raised an eyebrow. “Such as?”
They were both adults; many things could be understood without being explicitly stated. Cheng Nuo was vague: “Just that stuff, you know.”
Xiao Ji was a block of ice.
He could learn and complete tasks according to instructions. He had lived for a long time and seen enough, but his combat experience was blank. He operated on instinct—while he understood, he hadn’t fully mastered the art.
Hearing this, he only said, “He didn’t ask.”
Cheng Nuo knew Fang Yinnian somewhat well.
He knew Fang Yinnian cared about face. There were some requests he probably wouldn’t make directly.
Hearing Xiao Ji say this, Cheng Nuo felt he might have grasped the key point. He hissed, sounding like he was disappointed in iron for not becoming steel: “A great opportunity was stuffed into your mouth and you still managed to gag on it? If he doesn’t say it, don’t you know how to take the initiative?”
“Xiao Ji, the one thing this world doesn’t lack is people who know how to please Fang Yinnian. If you still hope to thrive in the entertainment industry, you’d better go back and put in more effort.”
After speaking, Cheng Nuo hung up directly.
A few seconds later, a text message arrived: [Don’t say I taught you.]
Xiao Ji deleted the message casually. Standing on the street for a while, he opened a shopping app, carefully selected, and purchased several books that looked very professional.
037 looked at the books titled The 36 Stratagems of Love, How to Handle the One You Love, Mastering Emotional Dominance, How to Make Them Swoon, and Three Tricks to Make Them Addicted in Bed. It suddenly felt the road ahead was long and difficult.
But how to put it… at least Xiao Ji was willing to learn and take advice, which gave 037 a sliver of rare comfort.
Real estate in Haicheng (Shanghai) commanded sky-high prices. The original host came from an ordinary background; his parents were factory workers in a small county town. He had only been struggling in the entertainment industry for a year and had no savings.
He made some money last year and subsidized his family to swap for a new three-bedroom apartment back in their county.
With the remainder, he bought a basic vehicle for transport. Now, in Haicheng, he could only afford to rent an old-style apartment that had a decent location and was convenient for living, but the environment was overly ordinary.
As for security measures, apart from the ubiquitous surveillance cameras, there were only two elderly guards on rotation at the gate.
The original host was a man who was ordinary in every way except for his appearance.
He couldn’t escape the common chaotic lifestyle of most men living alone.
Clothes were piled on the sofa, the wardrobe was left open, and socks and underwear were heaped in the laundry basket, unwashed.
Xiao Ji returned home and, without saying a word, spent the entire day clearing out everything in the apartment that was useless to him. Not a single ornament was left.
He used a full three bottles of disinfectant and a bag of laundry detergent to wash everything that hadn’t been cleaned in ages, hanging them on the balcony.
Old underwear was thrown away; new ones were unpacked, folded into tofu blocks, and neatly arranged in storage boxes.
Afterward, he fried himself a steak. Sitting in the living room—now so clean and empty it lacked any human warmth—he turned on the TV, hacked into a certain website with his phone, and cast it to the screen.
Watching scenes of two naked men exercising on the TV, he ate his steak without a change in expression.
Whenever he saw segments where the bottom clearly showed an expression of enjoyment, he would stop chewing and concentrate on taking mental notes.
037 looked at the mosaic on the TV and wanted to remind Xiao Ji that this stuff was for the audience to watch—the viewers might feel good, but the actors weren’t necessarily enjoying it.
But it felt that given Xiao Ji’s nature, if it actually said that, Xiao Ji might really go infiltrate some “live combat” locations and conduct forced interviews with the participants with a studious attitude.
037 had never felt so stifled. It sighed and actively cut the signal between itself and Xiao Ji.
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Lmaooo this mc is so funny. who’d eat steak while watching pay gorn 😭
hahahahahaha it gets better