Chapter 32: He Also Has a Younger Brother
Zhou Yuejun cleaned Yu Deng up and then took a bath.
For the serious injuries, Zhou Yuejun even applied ointment.
Fortunately, Yu Deng was drowsy while the medicine was being applied; his eyelids didn’t blink twice before they drooped together.
Otherwise, with the boy’s delicate nature, there would inevitably be more moaning and groaning, along with blaming and kicking Zhou Yuejun.
Zhou Yuejun pecked at the powder-and-jade cheek. Even though he was very gentle, he still left a small red mark.
For a moment, he panicked, then he let it go.
Whatever. Yu Deng couldn’t distinguish between him and a mosquito anyway.
Because he had been worked over excessively, Yu Dengâs entire body was aching. When he woke up, he was still listless, as if his essence had been completely drained.
While he was dispirited, that lingering gloom still hadn’t been dispelled.
But after being “nourished,” the spring-like glow on his face couldn’t be hidden, and a hint of passion lingered in his eyes.
At noon, Zhou Yuejun braved the heat to braise a pork hock, steam a fish, and make egg pancakes.
Hearing a knock at the door, Yu Deng didn’t move. He just lay lazily on the sofa and shouted toward the kitchen without any courtesy.
“Zhou Yuejun, open the door!”
In the kitchen, Zhou Yuejun turned down the heat, wiped his hands on his apron, and went to the living room to open the door.
On the coffee table in front of Yu Deng were cold drinks, grapes, peach crisps, and egg pancakes. He didn’t move an inch, enjoying the treatment of a little emperor.
The door opened. Yu Deng craned his neck to peek outside, and most of Zeng Huiâs face was revealed.
Suddenly, Yu Dengâs face darkened. The anger that had faded due to fatigue surged back to the top of his head. He pressed his lips tight, his eyes burning with fire.
Why had he come to his house?
Yu Deng deliberately grumbled, “Who is it?”
Seeing Zeng Hui arrive, Zhou Yuejun was also stunned. However, he didn’t let Zeng Hui into the house. Instead, he walked out and closed the door.
The two of them looked suspicious, clearly about to plot something.
Yu Deng: [Wary.jpg]
“What do you want with me?”
They hadn’t worked together for long, but Zeng Hui had already figured out most of Zhou Yuejunâs personality.
Aside from necessary communication regarding work, Zhou Yuejun didn’t like talking to people. He carried an air of aloofness and indifference.
But he could also see that Zhou Yuejun wasn’t the type to think himself superior; on the contrary, his way of handling things was beyond reproach.
Zeng Hui had come to find Zhou Yuejun under Xie Mengâs orders.
“Brother Meng says to come over once your hand is a bit better. He has something to say to you.”
Zhou Yuejun nodded. “Alright. Do you want some water? Iâll get some for you.”
“Zhou Yuejun!”
Before Zeng Hui could refuse, a clear, crisp voice rang out from inside.
“The egg pancakes in the pan are burning!”
“No thanks, Iâm leaving.”
Before leaving, Zeng Huiâs gaze lingered on Zhou Yuejunâs right hand, his expression so strange he didn’t know what to say.
Cooking even with an injured handâone could see Zhou Yuejunâs status in this household.
Moreover, there was a clearly visible ring of teeth marks.
Thinking about it this way, it was normal not to let him in; otherwise, he might end up getting slapped twice.
He had seen that younger brother of Zhou Yuejunâs last time. He was excessively beautiful; even though he was a boy, calling him a celestial being wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
Small face, white skin, and delicate features that held a hint of lingering charm. One look from him felt like a grand blessing.
No wonder Zhou Yuejun was taking such risks, protecting him like he was the apple of his eye.
After sending Zeng Hui off, Zhou Yuejun hurried back to the kitchen to flip the pancakes.
However, that egg pancake was still burnt. In the end, it naturally went into Zhou Yuejunâs stomach.
Zhou Yuejunâs cooking was good; Yu Deng could eat an entire bowl of rice with the dishes he made.
The braised pork hock was also soft and flavorful. Yu Deng nibbled at it in small bites, yet somehow gave an illusion of devouring it.
He didn’t nibble it clean, but Zhou Yuejun didn’t criticize him. He proactively picked up what Yu Deng hadn’t finished and put it in his own bowl.
There was sauce on the corner of Yu Dengâs mouth. Zhou Yuejun didn’t rush to wipe it off, intending to wait until he finished eating.
“Tonight…”
He had only uttered two words when Yu Dengâs face was no longer buried in the bowl. His brows were furrowed, his nose scrunched, and the hand holding the chopsticks was clenched so tight the knuckles were white.
“Hmph!”
“You aren’t even healed yet, and youâre going to work?”
He knew it. Who would be so generous as to give a hundred a day? They would surely bring Zhou Yuejun back to work after three or five days.
Zhou Yuejunâs hand had only stopped bleeding; the scab wasn’t even deep. He couldn’t do heavy work or use strength, yet they still wanted him to go. Weren’t they treating him like a donkey?
Yu Deng was eating while standing. Besides the pain, there was another reason: sitting down made his bottom sweaty, and he was sweating a lot.
But standing up, he was about the same height as the seated Zhou Yuejun.
As he complained, a flirtatious air lingered in his eyes, his gaze shimmering. He pouted from time to time, and even when he threw a small tantrum, he was endearing.
Zhou Yuejunâs broad palm wrapped around that slender waist, pulling him into his embrace.
He whispered in his ear, taking a very lowly stance. “Iâm not going to work, just to drop by. If he really insists on that, Iâll quit, okay?”
His burning gaze fell on the back of Yu Dengâs neck. The flesh there was soft and tender, and the marks left behind were even more vivid and decadent.
The red marks were still bright, like red plum blossoms in the snow against his snowy-white skin.
Recalling last nightâs chaotic passion, Zhou Yuejun leaned in and sniffed twice.
The deep fragrance completely bewitched him; he couldn’t suppress the romantic thoughts.
“Dengdeng~”
The low murmur was truly dangerous and terrifying. That feeling of being clung to like a bone-deep curse was back.
Yu Dengâs neck was itchy, and he was startled. He kept twisting around. “Why are you so ‘lustful’ every day?”
The rounded, full lines rubbed against his lower abdomen, making Zhou Yuejunâs blood boil. He wished he could willingly hand over his very life.
Just lustful!
Zhou Yuejun left at 6:40. The nightclub officially opened at 7:00, so going now was perfect.
Xie Meng hadn’t let the news of the arrest spread, so the people in the shop only knew that Zhou Yuejun had been injured and was on leave.
Seeing Zhou Yuejun again, with the injury clearly visible on his hand, many people came forward to greet him.
“Brother Jun, how is your hand recovering?”
Zhou Yuejun went all the way to the second Nanfeng room at the corner of the third floor.
He knocked, and a thick male voice came from inside. “Come in.”
Xie Meng was smoking, looking at last monthâs accounts for the shop. The look in his dark, sinister eyes was ominous.
Seeing Zhou Yuejun enter from the corner of his eye, he put down the ledger, leaned back in the black chair, and shook off the ash from his cigarette.
“How is the recovery?”
“Almost there. I can be back in five days.”
Xie Meng gave a laugh, then denied his capitalist ways. “No rush. I can afford to pay for a few more days of rest.”
Although Xie Mengâs place was cheap, business wasn’t bad. Some people spent lavishly, consuming one or two thousand in a single night. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it a small “gold-melting cave.”
Many people also came here to talk business because it was discreet.
The people above needed his venue to discuss matters, which was why the KTV could stand tall.
Xie Meng opened a drawer and tossed out a small roll of bills, which landed right in front of Zhou Yuejun.
“Here, yours.”
“Itâs not salary, itâs a bonus. You all get one.”
“This task was handled well. The leaders are happy.”
His superior had just been criticized last month; he had turned around and handed over a serial killer to make up for it.
It was said that the murderer had killed a highly praised wealthy man. The nature of the crime was heinous and had caused considerable panic in society.
Handing over this “entry token” was certainly enough.
Zhou Yuejun wasn’t a pretentious person. He took the money, gave his thanks, and turned to leave.
He ran into Zeng Hui again in the corridor, and the two faced each other.
As soon as Zeng Hui entered the room, he heard Xie Meng say, “This kid is not bad.”
As soon as he heard those words, Zeng Hui knew what he meant.
Xie Meng wanted to keep Zhou Yuejun.
Zeng Hui: “He also has a younger brother.”
Suddenly, Xie Meng gave Zeng Hui a cold look.
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