Chapter 119: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (119)
Soon, the person’s footsteps stopped in front of Shen Tangqing. He felt a shadow loom over him. In the next second, his body was suddenly lifted—he was being carried in a princess carry.
Shen Tangqing cursed internally and began to struggle. “Who are you? Let me go…”
Unfortunately, his strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree against the other man’s embrace. The more he struggled, the tighter the arms around his waist became. Shen Tangqing was both shocked and furious. “What do you want?”
The person remained silent. It wasn’t until the man placed him on a sofa that Shen Tangqing tried to scramble up in a panic. His shoulders were pinned down firmly by a large hand.
Immediately following that—
… (Omitted/Action) …
The person finally released him. A thumb with a light callus brushed roughly across his reddened lip. A deep voice, laced with a hint of desire, spoke slowly above him.
“Young Master Shen, it’s been a long time.”
Shen Tangqing’s brain, which had been somewhat oxygen-deprived, instantly cleared. “Xiao Yu?”
Xiao Yu didn’t speak. He silently untied the ropes around Shen Tangqing’s arms and removed the black blindfold. As light flooded back in, Shen Tangqing looked up and crashed into a pair of bottomless eyes.
After over a year apart, Xiao Yu had matured significantly. A well-tailored custom suit made his shoulder line look even broader and more upright. His once-gloomy and distant face now carried a trace of nobility and lethality. The pressure he radiated was immense, yet he still possessed that look that easily incited a desire to conquer—one that made you want to see that cold face in tears.
Shen Tangqing was shocked when this thought appeared in his mind. He swore he didn’t have any strange fetishes. But the moment he saw Xiao Yu, that thought inexplicably surfaced… Was this the Male Lead’s “Protagonist Halo”?
Of course, that wasn’t the point. The point was that this brat dared to forcibly kiss him! Shen Tangqing bolted upright from the sofa and raised his hand, slapping Xiao Yu across the face.
“Xiao Yu, are you fucking insane? How dare you touch me…”
Slap!
The crisp sound echoed. Xiao Yu’s head was whipped to the side, and his cheek quickly reddened. It was clear that Shen Tangqing had used his full strength. The air solidified for a moment. After a couple of seconds, Xiao Yu used his tongue to poke his cheek. He looked at Shen Tangqing, and a bizarre excitement appeared on his gloomy face—it was as if he found the slap pleasurable.
His gaze toward Shen Tangqing carried a sticky obsession. He reached out, took Shen Tangqing’s hand, and leaned down to plant a light kiss on his fingertips. His posture was like that of the most devout believer.
“Does your hand hurt?”
Shen Tangqing: “?”
No, is he sick??? Did staying abroad turn him into a schizophrenic lunatic?
Shen Tangqing couldn’t understand, but he was immensely shocked. He jerked his hand back, fearing he would catch whatever madness Xiao Yu had. His voice was full of disbelief. “Xiao Yu, have you gone mad?”
Xiao Yu looked at Shen Tangqing and suddenly let out a low laugh. This was the first time Shen Tangqing had ever seen him “laugh.” The upward curve of his lips was eerie; Shen Tangqing felt it couldn’t even be called a laugh—more like an expression he had forced himself to pull. it was incredibly stiff. It made his skin crawl.
“Young Master Shen, I haven’t gone mad.” His tongue licked the corner of his numb lip, the movement carrying a hint of unconscious wetness. His expression carried a trace of pleasure, like a dog begging for its master’s praise. “Young Master Shen, I have power and money now.”
He took a step forward, closing in on Shen Tangqing. The obsession in those deep eyes nearly overflowed, yet his voice was chillingly calm. “It’s time you looked back at me.”
Shen Tangqing’s pupils constricted, his heart racing. What did Xiao Yu mean? Was he confessing? He stared in shock at Xiao Yu’s face. Seeing the almost palpable obsession in those eyes, the hair on his arms stood on end. It was like a venomous snake hidden in a gutter had finally shed its disguise, revealing the fangs it had hidden for years.
“Xiao Yu, you… what do you mean…”
Shen Tangqing still held onto a shred of hope that this was just his imagination. Unfortunately, Xiao Yu’s next words shattered that hope completely.
“Young Master Shen, I like you.” His gaze was glued to Shen Tangqing’s tense profile. His Adam’s apple rolled silently before he slowly raised his hand. His fingertips hovered just above Shen Tangqing’s cheek, not quite daring to touch. “I’ve liked you for so, so long… Look at this room; I decorated it specifically for you. Do you like it?”
A pair of cold, black eyes stared intently at Shen Tangqing, as if unwilling to miss even the slightest micro-expression. “This villa was also prepared for you. I’ll show you around later. If you don’t like it, I’ll change it for another…”
Shen Tangqing: “…”
Shen Tangqing’s face darkened. He now seriously suspected there was something wrong with the plot the System gave him. How could this “Protagonist Shou” like him? It was pure insanity.
“Xiao Yu, I don’t like you. If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving.”
Xiao Yu’s expression stiffened. The eerie madness and infatuation in his eyes vanished instantly, as if he had suddenly returned to a sober state. After a moment of silence, he began to undress.
Shen Tangqing took two steps back, looking at him warily. “Xiao Yu, what are you doing?”
“I won’t do anything to you without your permission.” Xiao Yu’s voice remained calm, but his hands didn’t stop. After tossing his suit jacket onto the sofa, his well-defined fingers began unbuttoning his shirt one by one.
Shen Tangqing scoffed at his words. Not doing anything? Was it a ghost that just forcibly kissed me? And what kind of decent person starts undressing without a word?
“Xiao Yu, I don’t care what you’re trying to do. Let me leave.”
Shen Tangqing turned to leave the room. Xiao Yu didn’t stop him, only speaking flatly, “Young Master Shen, you won’t be able to get out without my command. My men are at the door and all over the ground floor…”
Shen Tangqing whirled around to glare at him, his voice full of rage. “Xiao Yu, what on earth do you want?”
Xiao Yu’s hands stopped at the buttons. “Young Master Shen, please sit first…”
Shen Tangqing was silent for a moment before sitting on the sofa. He wanted to see what kind of game Xiao Yu was playing. Once Shen Tangqing sat down, Xiao Yu continued undressing. Soon, his shirt was removed and tossed onto his jacket.
His lean upper body was completely exposed, covered in scars of various sizes. They crisscrossed in a terrifying display. He stepped toward Shen Tangqing and slowly knelt down in the posture of a marriage proposal. Before Shen Tangqing could react, he reached out and took his hand.
Shen Tangqing instinctively tried to pull away, but Xiao Yu gripped him tightly. His gloomy face remained cold, but the light in his eyes was blindingly bright, carrying a burning madness. He guided Shen Tangqing’s fingers to the scar closest to his heart.
“Young Master Shen, this is the gunshot wound I received three months after returning to the Capel family. I nearly didn’t make it…” His voice was soft and raspy. He then moved Shen Tangqing’s hand to his abdomen, where a scar as long as Shen Tangqing’s palm resided. The color suggested it was a fresh wound. “This was from just before the New Year. I was set up by another potential heir and spent three days in the ICU before I recovered…”
“…”
“By the time of the New Year, I finally successfully became the First Order Heir…” Xiao Yu finished speaking and looked at Shen Tangqing. A barely perceptible smile appeared on his pale lips. “Young Master Shen, I can finally stand by your side.”
[Translator’s Note: “Princess carry” (公主抱) appears again! And the “Capel family” (卡珮爾家族) sounds like some powerful European organized crime family. Also, the “Triple-A Citizen” line? I guess our MC is still clinging to his “straight man” sanity!]
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