Chapter 4: Running Away—How Should I Punish You?
Imperial City Center, the landmark building, Longsheng Tower.
Fifty-sixth floor, CEO’s office.
Shen Yanzhou had just finished a meeting with senior management and returned to his office.
Sitting in his large executive chair, he held a thin black cigarette between his lips.
Through the wisps of gray-white smoke, he zoned out slightly.
His mind was full of that exquisitely beautiful, stubborn-as-a-donkey little brat.
A rare softness appeared on his sharp, handsome face.
He had to admit, last night, he lost control.
Tying the person up time and again, tormenting him until dawn.
If he hadn’t seen him crying miserably in his daze, he might not have stopped.
That little thing obviously hadn’t experienced it before.
Actually, neither had he.
But he was young after all, and he was the one receiving the pain.
Shen Yanzhou felt a trace of reluctance in his heart, wondering how much pain he would be in when he woke up this morning.
When he called Lu Huaiyuan over, he specifically asked him to bring ointment for pain relief and muscle regeneration.
By now, it should have been treated, right?
Did he throw another tantrum?
Did he eat breakfast obediently…
When Shen Yanzhou suddenly realized he was inexplicably affected by someone, a wave of irritability surged in his heart.
did he care about that little brat?
Impossible!
It was just for fun!
He was indeed fun, so he had to lock him up.
Just then, his phone rang.
It was Lu Huaiyuan.
“Huaiyuan, how is he?” Shen Yanzhou asked.
Lu Huaiyuan clicked his tongue: “His temper is indeed bad; he wouldn’t let us treat him. He chased me and Uncle Chen out, saying if we didn’t leave, he’d bite his tongue and kill himself!”
Shen Yanzhou’s brow furrowed slightly.
Little brat, trying to scare someone?
But…
Would he really bite his tongue?
Shen Yanzhou couldn’t help but worry.
It seemed he had to prepare some things to prevent him from having such thoughts.
…
His long, well-proportioned fingers tapped rhythmically on the solid wood desk.
At this moment, another call came through.
“President Shen, sorry to disturb you, we are the Xicheng Police Station…”
Lin Yuan sat properly on the chair in the corridor.
Hands on his knees, looking obedient and well-behaved.
Because his body hurt, he didn’t want to move at all.
So he just sat there straight and proper.
The officers and staff passing by couldn’t help but take a few extra looks at this extremely handsome and well-behaved young man.
Lin Yuan waited patiently.
Until he saw Shen Yanzhou walking over from the other end of the corridor, against the light.
He wore pure black high-end custom suit trousers, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal a section of pale honey-colored forearm rippling with veins.
One hand in his pocket, chin slightly raised, gaze casual.
It was clearly high-end business attire, yet he wore it with the dangerous air of a suit-clad thug.
The middle-aged officer beside him bowed slightly, saying something to him.
Shen Yanzhou looked up and saw the young man sitting upright on the chair.
That docile and obedient appearance was like a different person from the stubborn donkey who kicked, bit, and cursed in bed.
Shen Yanzhou’s eyes darkened as he swept his gaze over Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan’s body couldn’t stop a shiver.
He shot up and subconsciously scooted toward the corner of the wall.
Shen Yanzhou walked up close.
“Director Wang, he is my distant cousin. We had a little disagreement last night, so he ran here to make a scene.”
“I had no choice; I spoiled him. Sorry to cause you trouble.”
Shen Yanzhou spoke lightly in a few words, truly as if chatting about family matters.
“Xiao Yuan, stop fussing. Come back with Ge.” His brow was gentle, a smile on his lips.
But it made Lin Yuan shudder again.
He was both angry and afraid, gritting his teeth as he persisted: “Shen Yanzhou, you’re shameless! Talking nonsense! Who is your cousin? You…”
Shen Yanzhou unhurriedly took out his ID card and phone: “Your things are still with me. Stop throwing a childish tantrum, okay?”
His voice carried a hint of coaxing.
Director Wang on the side saw Lin Yuan’s ID card and nodded.
“Alright, in that case, President Shen should take him back!”
Lin Yuan’s phoenix eyes instantly widened.
“I don’t know him! Why let him…”
Director Wang looked serious: “If you don’t know him, why is your ID card in President Shen’s hands? You child, you’re too naughty! Go back with President Shen quickly!”
Shen Yanzhou’s large hand grabbed Lin Yuan’s wrist, pulling him to his side effortlessly.
“Let’s go, behave!”
Saying that, he reached out and gently patted his head.
Lin Yuan was so anxious his eyes turned red: “No, listen to me…”
But Shen Yanzhou didn’t give him another chance to speak.
With a wave of his large hand, he hoisted the person onto his shoulder.
He gave Director Wang a slightly apologetic smile.
“Sorry for the disturbance.”
After speaking, he strode out on his long legs, carrying the person away.
Lin Yuan struggled, cursing: “Shen Yanzhou, you bastard! Put me down! I’m going to fucking kill you!”
Smack—
Shen Yanzhou raised his large palm and landed a slap on his butt, neither light nor heavy.
“Ah—” Lin Yuan cried out in surprise.
His face instantly turned bright red.
Although he didn’t use much force, he had injuries there!
And not only did it hurt, it was too shameful!
“You… You rogue! Bastard!” His voice carried a sob.
Smack—
Another slap, heavier than the one before.
“One curse word, one slap.” Shen Yanzhou wasn’t hurried or annoyed.
“…” Lin Yuan’s mouth opened and closed, but in the end, he didn’t dare make another sound.
His lips trembled, and a layer of mist formed in his beautiful phoenix eyes.
“You are quite capable, escaping from four of my bodyguards. I really underestimated you.”
Shen Yanzhou turned his head slightly, whispering to him.
“When we get back later, explain to me properly how you escaped!”
Carrying the person out of the police station gate, he went straight to the car.
He stuffed Lin Yuan into the passenger seat.
Lin Yuan struggled, wanting to escape.
Looking up, he saw a pair of black handcuffs gleaming with cold light hanging from the roof handle.
Shen Yanzhou, unhurried, grabbed his wrist and locked it into the handcuffs.
Lin Yuan’s phoenix eyes widened.
“Shen Yanzhou! You fucking pervert! Help!” he screamed.
But once the car door closed, outside the privacy glass, no one knew that a pitiful little thing was about to shatter inside this multi-million dollar vehicle.
Shen Yanzhou went around to the driver’s side and got in. Turning the steering wheel, the luxury car sped away.
The car didn’t return to the Regal Court Villa but went straight to a luxury nightclub owned by the Longsheng Group.
Driving into the underground parking lot, Shen Yanzhou parked the car in a corner near the elevator.
He didn’t rush to get out.
Taking out a cigarette, he casually held it in the corner of his lips without lighting it.
He turned his head, glancing at the poor little thing beside him who had cursed the whole way and now had no strength left to speak.
“This club is mine. There is a private elevator and an entire floor of rooms that only I use.”
“So no one will come to save you. Here, consider it as just you and me.”
“So think about it. Should I carry you up, or will you obediently listen and walk up with me?”
Lin Yuan had quieted down a lot by now.
After cursing the whole way, his voice was hoarse and his brain lacked oxygen.
He realized a problem: trying to use force to escape this powerful pervert definitely wouldn’t work.
He nodded softly, weak and powerless: “I’ll walk myself.”
Hearing his hoarse voice, Shen Yanzhou frowned slightly.
Loves to scream and curse so much; looks like I need to stock up on throat lozenges in the future.
He expressed satisfaction with Lin Yuan’s compromise.
His long fingers gently tilted his chin: “Good boy!”
Saying that, he got out of the car, walked to the passenger side, and unlocked the handcuffs from the handle.
One end remained cuffed to Lin Yuan’s wrist, and he cuffed the other end to his own wrist.
Lin Yuan’s mouth twitched: “Can’t you unlock it?”
Shen Yanzhou gave a faint smile and shook his head.
“Still afraid I’ll run?” Lin Yuan’s eyes dimmed, a look of resigned resentment on his face. “I can’t escape from your grasp!”
Shen Yanzhou pursed his lips: “Running is bad for wound recovery.”
Lin Yuan puffed up his cheeks and stopped talking.
He let Shen Yanzhou take him up the private elevator to the seventh floor.
The entire seventh floor of the “Heaven on Earth” club was reserved for Shen Yanzhou.
He sometimes entertained VIP guests at the club, and if the gathering ended too late, he would stay here for the night.
Opening the door to a room on the seventh floor, Shen Yanzhou walked in with Lin Yuan.
An extremely luxurious presidential suite filled with the scent of money.
Shen Yanzhou locked the door behind him.
Then he unlocked the handcuffs.
He walked over to the large, soft sofa and sat down.
A cigarette dangled from his lips. He took out a lighter, tilted his head slightly, and lit it.
He took a deep drag.
The spark flickered.
He lifted his chin toward Lin Yuan, who was standing at a distance: “Come here.”
Lin Yuan took small steps, inching to a spot a meter away from him.
Shen Yanzhou’s voice was cold, tinged with wickedness: “Speak. Running away—how should I punish you?”
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