Chapter 23: Losing My Mind After Drinking, Bondage Play, “Why did you tie…”
【Love Points +10,000. Current Love Points: 12,000.】
With the notification, the weight of the person on his shoulder seemed negligible. Aside from the splashing sound of the fountain nearby, everything was silent.
Shen Yunqian was moved?
By being carried by him?
Right now?!
Lu Xunye’s imagination ran wild. The joy of completing the mission washed away his earlier embarrassment, leaving his mind feeling light and dizzy.
I broke ten thousand just like that?!
Shen Yunqian had no idea what he was thinking. Being carried over someone’s shoulder was not a pleasant experience; the blood rushing to his head made his face flush red, and his empty stomach cramped painfully.
His pale lips parted, his voice faint: “Put… me down.”
Lu Xunye was just about to say, Otherwise, I’ll carry you all the way back, when he heard a retching sound.
“…”
“Don’t vomit, don’t vomit, don’t vomit.” Lu Xunye was startled and hurriedly set him down.
Shen Yunqian landed on his feet as he wished, panting slowly through his mouth. He looked up to see Lu Xunye constantly craning his neck or tugging at the back of his hoodie, trying to look at his own back.
On this side, Lu Xunye felt around his back, finally confirming it was dry, when he was called.
“Lu Xunye.”
“Huh?” He turned his head at the sound.
Shen Yunqian looked expressionless: “You’re so despicable.”
Lu Xunye’s brain went blank: “…?”
【Love Points +1,000. Current Love Points: 13,000.】
Lu Xunye’s blank expression turned into one of smugness. His gaze paused on the scratch on Shen’s hand, and he sighed inwardly: So duplicitous.
“Give it here.” Shen Yunqian held out his hand.
Confused, Lu Xunye handed over the paper Su Zhuo had stuffed into his hand. “This doesn’t actually have legal effect, right?”
Surely this world isn’t ridiculous enough that violating human rights is protected by law…
Shen Yunqian gave him a baffling look, flipped the document to the last page, and his gaze moved down to the signature. His inadvertently furrowed brows relaxed.
Lu Xunye watched him close the file, unable to make heads or tails of it. “You didn’t actually believe this deed of sale, did you?”
Shen Yunqian: “…”
“Are you really a member of the Lu family? / Did you really lose your memory?”
The questions rang out simultaneously. The two locked eyes, falling into silence.
Lu Xunye opened his mouth, but a voice not far away interrupted what he was about to say.
“Don’t touch me. I’ll take you back.”
“No.”
“Then what do you want?”
“I want to… sleep with… you!”
Lu Xunye’s eyes went wide as he exchanged a glance with Shen Yunqian. So explosive!
The streetlamp outside the corner cast the shadows of two people pulling and tugging at each other on the ground. Lu Xunye frowned: Why does this voice sound so familiar?
“?” Shen Yunqian grabbed his wrist. “What are you doing?”
Lu Xunye pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh.”
He walked over with light steps and instantly saw Feng Chengyu clinging like a plaster to a man’s embrace. “…”
Feng Chengyu’s youthful face was flushed red, looking smashed drunk, his entire body leaning on the man.
The man’s arm was wrapped around the youth’s waist. Because he was standing against the light, Lu Xunye couldn’t see his face clearly.
The arm was originally just loosely holding him to prevent Feng Chengyu from falling, but in Lu Xunye’s eyes, it looked like the man was plotting something untoward.
Lu Xunye felt he had discovered the truth: Look, look, look, where is that hand touching!
A foolish rich young master shouldn’t be taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives—nude photos taken, blackmailed, cheated out of money and body, and finally dying miserably on the streets.
Lu Xunye felt he had discovered the truth. Isn’t this just Cannon Fodder Ending 2.0?
The system, watching the drama, said: 【Are you going to protect your bro’s chastity, Host?】
What the hell? Lu Xunye glared sideways at empty space, focused his attention, and while he wasn’t being noticed, stepped forward, grabbed the man’s shoulder from behind, and threw a punch.
A face both familiar and strange came into view—it was Ji Huaixu!
The person Feng Chengyu likes is also surnamed Ji, could it be… Lu Xunye was filled with regret. Crap, I disturbed their flirting.
Lu Xunye couldn’t pull his punch in time, and Ji Huaixu didn’t recognize him immediately. He instantly tilted his head to dodge the fist, let go of the youth in his arms, and raised his hand to counterattack.
Losing his support, Feng Chengyu stumbled back, his back hitting the wall. He hissed in pain. Ji Huaixu’s phone fell to the ground, and a deep, inquiring male voice came from the receiver.
“What’s happening on your end?”
A powerful fist swung toward Lu Xunye’s face, stopping abruptly in mid-air the next second.
It wasn’t that Ji Huaixu stopped in time, but that Feng Chengyu, who had been flung aside, had stuck himself back onto Ji’s back, hugging him tightly and whining softly: “Brother Ji… want a hug.”
【System detects a change in the plot point. Main character for the aphrodisiac plot has been swapped. Please take care, Host.】
A flash of astonishment crossed Lu Xunye’s eyes. Memory fragments he hadn’t deliberately memorized came flooding back. So it wasn’t that the original owner had a weak constitution… it was the candle… or that cup of tea!
As if confirming his guess, the face in front of him blurred increasingly, and his already dizzy head sank into complete chaos.
The young man, who had been aggressive just a moment ago, went weak in the knees, tilted his head, and crashed into the arms of Shen Yunqian, who had followed uneasily.
At that moment, after recognizing Lu Xunye, Ji Huaixu stared blankly at his unretracted fist for a moment, then looked up to meet Shen Yunqian’s displeased gaze. “…”
Shen Yunqian’s tone sounded like an objective statement: “You knocked him out.”
The moon was dark, the wind was high, and the alley was deep and empty. The camera on the streetlamp just happened to miss this spot.
Ji Huaixu couldn’t argue his way out of this. He slowly lowered his hand, and the usually calm and collected man began to stutter.
“…I think, it probably wasn’t me…”
Feng Chengyu, who had been ignored the whole time, wasn’t happy. Seeing the man’s Adam’s apple bobbing as he spoke, he took a bite right out of it.
“Hiss.” His throat stinging, Ji Huaixu covered his neck with one hand and pushed Feng Chengyu’s head away with the other.
“Huaixu, did something happen over there?” The phone with the cracked screen lay on the ground, the screen still showing the call was active.
“I’m fine.” Ji Huaixu bent down to pick up the phone, reassuring the other side first.
Then he looked at Shen Yunqian, placing a finger over the receiver: “I didn’t touch him. If Young Master Shen is worried, you can take him to the hospital for a check-up.”
“…” Shen Yunqian’s gaze landed on the distinct bite mark on Ji Huaixu’s neck. His eyes darted between the two of them—one clinging desperately, the other pulling away with all his might. It was quite comical.
He looked down at Lu Xunye, who was obediently slumped in the crook of his neck. Confirming there were no bruises on his face, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: Ji Huaixu being nearby means he suspects Si Jinyan might have come out too.
“Thank you anyway, Assistant Ji.”
Ji Huaixu: “No need.”
After they left, Ji Huaixu said to the person on the other end of the phone: “Brother, you really got me in trouble this time.”
The other side didn’t seem to expect this sudden complaint and paused for two seconds before speaking again: “You’ve reached the age for marriage. You should meet people your age and socialize.”
“The invitation was for you. You’re almost thirty next year and not married, why should I be anxious?”
Ji Huaixu looked at the person still hanging on him and frowned. “That kid from the Feng family who followed you around a few years ago has been drugged. Are you going to deal with it, Brother?”
His brother loved to play dumb whenever the Feng family heir was mentioned, and this time was no different. Ji Huaixu wasn’t sure what his brother’s intentions were toward the youth. Just then, an incoming call notification popped up; it was Assistant Zhang.
The person on the phone spoke: “You left the company to your assistant? He’s always coming to my school to complain to me. I haven’t even asked you yet, what have you been doing so secretively these past few years?”
Ji Huaixu knew immediately that his brother was changing the subject. He hung up on Assistant Zhang, switched to WeChat, switched to his alt account, found Assistant Zhang’s avatar, tapped it, typed a sentence, and sent it.
The other side seemed urgent and replied quickly.
Ji Huaixu looked at the reply, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He glanced at the person whose bones seemed to have melted, clinging to the wall and tearing at his collar.
He had taken leave tonight to attend the banquet just to deal with his brother, only to spot Si Jinyan there. Not wanting to be discovered, he had slipped out while the crowd was thick.
Unexpectedly, he was entangled by his brother’s drugged-up “rotten peach blossom” (bad romance), and then immediately slapped with the blame for hitting someone. If he didn’t cause some trouble for his brother, Ji Huaixu felt he would die of frustration.
The thought of finding someone to send Feng Chengyu home was quietly replaced by a more wicked idea.
While typing a reply to Little Zhang, Ji Huaixu hooked his lips and said to the phone: “I have something to do. As for this Feng family heir…”
He paused deliberately to keep him in suspense: “I’ll leave him at the Dihua Hotel. I’ll send the room number to you in a bit. Whether you come or call his family to pick him up, handle it as you see fit.”
With that, he hung up without waiting for a response.
The next day, evening.
Lu Xunye woke up in bed, his whole body numb and tingly. His arms felt like they were broken, completely devoid of sensation.
He opened his eyes blankly, staring at the snow-white ceiling. It took a good while to regain feeling in his arms.
Just as he moved, he felt the sensation of being restrained at his wrists. His pupils constricted as he discovered his feet were tied too.
That’s right, he was currently “spread-eagled” on the bed, his four limbs tied to the headboard and footboard with strips of cloth, unable to move.
“!!!!!” Kidnapped!
Lu Xunye turned his head and saw out of the corner of his eye that one of his sleeves was pushed up, and on his arm was… a needle prick!
Ten thousand possibilities flashed through his mind instantly. It couldn’t be… Fck! Dead, I’m dead!*
In his panic, Lu Xunye yanked fiercely at his arm. amidst his struggles, he didn’t notice a string tied to the middle of the cloth strip that connected to a box on the headboard.
The box was made of iron. It crashed onto the floor, making a loud, clanging noise.
The doorknob turned. Lu Xunye’s eyes widened, and he froze.
Looking around at the tidy room, without thinking, he closed his eyes and smashed himself back into the duvet, playing dead.
Footsteps echoed in his ears, getting closer and closer: “I know you’re awake.”
Shen Yunqian’s voice! Lu Xunye’s tightly closed eyes snapped open, focusing on the youth’s face and the craft knife in his hand, gleaming with a cold light.
“Wh… What are you holding in your hand?” Lu Xunye didn’t hear the tremor in his own voice.
“A craft knife.” Shen Yunqian raised an eyebrow. The knife spun effortlessly between his fingers like a pen, making Lu Xunye’s hair stand on end.
Shen Yunqian stopped at the head of the bed, gripped the craft knife tightly, brought it close, and stabbed down towards him.
Lu Xunye swallowed hard, instinctively closing his eyes and shouting: “Don’t be so petty! I admit I took that sticky note! Also, also! I had seen that cat before, I said I hadn’t on purpose because I wanted to…”
He stopped halfway through his sentence because his hand could move. “Huh?”
Lu Xunye looked bewilderedly at Shen Yunqian, who had cut the cloth strip for him, went around to the other side of the bed, and released his other hand.
“What sticky note?” Shen Yunqian asked belatedly.
Lu Xunye instantly remembered the Q-version figure with semi-rimless glasses drawn on the sticky note: “You… must have misheard.”
Shen Yunqian narrowed his eyes: “What was that about seeing my cat before?”
“Oh,” Lu Xunye rubbed his wrists to stall for time, racking his brains to bullshit, “I meant I… I saw this cat outside the residential complex before, it was… wandering… yeah.”
“But.” Lu Xunye seized the opportunity to change the subject, “Why did you tie me up?”
Now it was Shen Yunqian’s turn to be uncomfortable.
He picked up the iron box from the floor: “You are in my guest room right now. If you’re okay, go back. There’s food in the living room, you… can take it with you.”
Once the person fled and slammed the door, the ringing of a phone pulled Lu Xunye’s thoughts back. He turned his head to look around, didn’t find his phone, and finally fished it out of his pants pocket.
First, he was startled by the glaring “19:15” on the screen, then he saw the contact name “Feng The Dead Man.” He hadn’t touched it, so obviously, the original owner had edited it.
Lu Xunye’s mouth twitched; it was definitely Feng Chengyu.
Before he could slide the screen, the image of Feng Chengyu with a flushed face hugging Ji Huaixu appeared in his mind. Memories of last night suddenly revived. Combined with Shen Yunqian’s reaction, he froze for a second… Aphrodisiac!
Damn, this is Shen Yunqian’s house! Shen Yunqian’s sheets, Shen Yunqian’s duvet!
Lu Xunye lifted the duvet. He was still wearing last night’s clothes. With a racing heart, he stole a glance at a certain part of his body—nothing had happened.
Pants, sheets, duvet cover—all clean.
Lu Xunye: “…”
Feeling down, he finally remembered the phone and answered the call: “Hello.”
Feng Chengyu’s sorrowful voice came through, surrounded by noise and singing: “I think I’m sick. I hurt all over.”
Lu Xunye was absent-minded: “Where does it hurt?”
A long silence. Lu Xunye: “If you don’t speak, I’m hanging up.”
“Don’t!” Feng Chengyu hesitated for a long time, building up his courage.
Lu Xunye could hear him taking several deep breaths and had to take the illness he mentioned seriously. He sat up straight, pressed the phone closer to his ear, his expression grave.
The stammering voice was transmitted accurately into Lu Xunye’s ear through the receiver.
“I… I might have… hemorrhoids.”
Lu Xunye: “…”
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