Chapter 33: Never Dream of Escaping His Cage
His snow-white legs were gently pressed by the mechanical arms, and a mysterious surge of heat rose from the soles of his feet.
“Nn…”
Shen Yuan couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. His cheeks turned a bashful red, and his already sensitive body gradually became limp and weak.
The nerves that had been tense these past few days and the heart that had repeatedly suffered fright could finally relax completely at this moment.
Did the bad Xiansheng plan to let me off?
That’s great. I don’t have to suffer torture…
Shen Yuan slowly lowered his guard. His thoughts drifted into chaos as the cold mechanical hands roamed over him.
His exhausted limbs felt as if they were placed in the cloudsāsoft and yieldingābut he finally had a moment of peace.
Time seemed to stagnate. One minute, two minutes… the surrounding world became exceptionally quiet.
An intense wave of sleepiness hit him. Shen Yuan finally couldn’t endure the exhaustion and closed his eyes tightly. His consciousness gradually dissipated along with the fatigue of his body.
The tear on his eyelashes slid slowly from the corner of his eye, leaving a clearly visible track on his cheek.
The youth on the massage chair began to breathe steadily. His long eyelashes were the color of a young crow’s feathers. Even in sleep, he frowned slightly, making one want to reach out and smooth it over.
He was truly too tired.
Since being heartlessly pushed down the stairs by that man, he hadn’t had a single good night’s sleep. He lived every day in fear, terrified that if he did something wrong, he would suffer torture again.
But his cautious attempts to please didn’t make his terrible life any more comfortable. Instead, they caused those who were jealous of him to become even more extreme in making things difficult for him…
The quietness of the moment was truly hard-won.
The piteous boy slept soundly for the first time. His long, curled eyelashes flickered, the wings of his nose moved gently, and his breathing was even.
The afterglow of the setting sun spilled through the grimy glass window and onto Shen Yuan, enveloping him like a layer of thin gauze.
His entire person was bathed in a warm yellow halo, looking like a little prince from a fairy tale.
Before the monitor, Yu Xiuqingās eyes narrowed slightly. His gaze was fixed on the sleeping youth, his finger tapping the desk at an unhurried pace.
His right hand toyed with a solid gold Zippo lighter. The dim light illuminated his deep, well-defined features, filling the entire room with a sense of mystery and danger.
Click!
The Zippo lit the cigarette between his fingers.
Within the curling smoke, that flawless face was shrouded, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.
The office was very quiet. The curtains hung submissively. One could have heard a pin drop.
He sat with his long legs crossed, holding that cigarette with its glowing spark, smoking it calmly.
This scene looked very much like someone enjoying life. Yet who could know what kind of storm-like undercurrents lay beneath such a calm surface?
Knock, knock, knock.
There was a knock on the office door. Qi Yunzhao stood in the doorway, carrying a cup of steaming coffee.
“Come in.”
The man didn’t look up. He slowly exhaled a smoke ring and responded indifferently, his attention remaining on the monitor.
Qi Yunzhao nodded, walked to the desk, and gently placed the coffee beside him.
“Speak.”
The brief, sharp word escaped the man’s lips. His voice was cold, yet it held a faint hint of authority.
Standing to the side, Qi Yunzhao had long since become used to the oppressive pressure his boss emitted at all times.
He didn’t dare be negligent, saying respectfully:
“Sanye, next Monday is the Chairman’s seventieth birthday. According to the rules of previous years, celebrities and socialites from all walks of life would be invited. But this time, the Chairman has specifically ordered that everything be kept simple. It will be held at the old residence only on the day of his seventieth birthday.”
Hearing this, Yu Xiuqing paused slightly with the cigar in his hand. He took a few more rough puffs before snubbing it out in the ashtray. He then said slowly: “Mm. I know.”
“By the way, Sanye, there’s also…”
Seeing him suddenly hesitate with a strange expression, Yu Xiuqing frowned slightly. He shifted his gaze and said impatiently:
“What else?”
Qi Yunzhaoās Adam’s apple bobbed. Although the emotion in his eyes was as steady as a mountain, his cold voice turned a bit dry:
“The Chairman isn’t inviting celebrities or nobles, but there is one person who will be coming to this year’s birthday banquet. It’s your uncle.”
Hearing this, Yu Xiuqingās expression changed slightly. A hint of darkness flashed in the depths of his eyes, and his fingers involuntarily tightened.
Yu Peishang. His father’s younger brother. This so-called “uncle” on the family tree had severed ties with the Yu family twenty years ago, instead making a name for himself in the North.
His power was no less than Yu Xiuqingās status in Nangang.
Sinister and cunning. Not a good person.
That was the assessment given by his mother, Jiang Rou.
Supposedly, it was because Yu Peishang had unauthorizedly embezzled the company’s public funds to invest everywhere, which eventually left the Yu family heavily in debt. The Yu Group, which held over a hundred years of effort, nearly went bankrupt.
This matter gave Old Master Yu a heart attack, and only then was Yu Peishang kicked out of the house.
Twenty years ago, Yu Botang announced before the media that he was severing his father-son relationship with Yu Peishang and that he no longer had such a son.
Seeing his superior’s dark face, Qi Yunzhao couldn’t help but voice his suspicion: “Yu Peishangās attendance at the Chairman’s birthday banquet this time… he’s coming with an objective, isn’t he?”
Yu Xiuqing didn’t answer. He nonchalantly picked up the coffee, blew on it gently, and took a small sip.
What surfaced in his mind was how Yu Peishang had not only emptied the company’s finances back then but had also made off with all of his father’s inheritance and twenty percent of the shares.
This had also indirectly caused him to have absolutely no say in the Yu Group during those first few years.
At the thought of this, a trace of hatred and rage flashed in Yu Xiuqingās eyes. The veins on his clenched fist bulged, his knuckles turned white, and his face was terrifyingly dark.
However, he suppressed the erupting emotion, placing the coffee cup heavily on the desk. His tone returned to calm:
“Prepare as usual.”
“Yes.”
Qi Yunzhao nodded. He immediately pulled out several tissues and handed them to him, then bowed and retreated with the coffee.
The office door was closed gently. Yu Xiuqing took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again.
His irritable mood gradually calmed when he saw that disheveled youth on the monitor.
The person’s clothes were loose and soft. Moving like that unintentionally, Yu Xiuqingās gaze landed on that patch of snow-white skin at the chest. His eyes darkened involuntarily, and his throat tightened.
Perhaps because he was being served too comfortably by the massage chair, the Shen Yuan on the screen let out a soft sound. His head leaned back slightly, revealing a long, slender neck.
Beneath the half-hidden collarbone were two very ambiguous red marks, like two pink plum blossoms, looking even more seductive and soul-snatching under the light.
Yu Xiuqingās breathing suddenly hitched. The madness in his dark pupils was undisguised, and his voice turned husky:
“Heh. A natural stunner.”
Was this making Shen Yuan too comfortable?
If he isn’t taught a lesson, he won’t learn!
Heāll still think about escaping next time!
Just the thought of Shen Yuan having any contact with another man made a fire burn in his heart.
His intense desire for possession made him wish he could burn anyone who had touched Shen Yuan to ashes!
Shen Yuan, don’t even dream of escaping my cage.
Yu Xiuqing let out a cold sneer. He took his phone from beside him, slid the screen to unlock it, and sent a message to Qi Yunzhao:
[Change to a different punishment.]
[Yes, Sanye.]
The cold light of the phone gradually dimmed. The dark screen reflected the man’s handsome yet brooding face. The corner of his mouth curved into a cold smile.
He wanted Shen Yuan to rememberāaside from staying by his side obediently, the desire to escape only led to a fate worse than death.
In a short while, the massage chair on the monitor suddenly began to shake violently, completely losing its earlier gentleness.
A wave of intense pain hit him. Shen Yuan, who was half-awake, suddenly opened his eyes, which were full of confusion and pain.
Before he could react, the mechanical arms at his back began to press and squeeze forcefully.
Shen Yuan could feel his spine being pierced by hard objectsāit was both sore and numb.
“Hiss… ah!”
He gasped for air, letting out a pained wail. His eyes wouldn’t stop crying from the intense pain.
But this wasn’t the end. The intensity of those mechanical arms grew larger and larger, more and more crude, as if they wanted to crush his entire person alive!
It wasn’t just the places where his spine was being squeezed; even his entire body was filled with aching pain.
This pain was different from any other time. It was as if someone were holding a hammer and frantically pounding on his muscles, nerves, and bones incessantly.
“It hurts… it hurts so much… let me go…”
Intense pain and fear surged like a tide. Shen Yuan struggled with his limp body, trying to escape.
But his legs were gripped tightly by the mechanical arms; he couldn’t break free at all and could only allow the other to manipulate him.
The modified massage chair was incredibly powerful, and its movements were reckless. Shen Yuan felt as if his entire body was going to fall apart. The intense aching and numbness made him want to die.
“No, I beg you, waah …”
His parted lips were suddenly plugged by a mechanical finger, and he could only emit intermittent whimpering sounds.
The mechanical arm, which hadn’t been used in a long time, emitted a foul odor. He suddenly felt nauseous, and acid rose in his stomach.
His mind was a complete blank. Shen Yuanās eyes were blurred, and his face was as dismal as frost. His frail back slumped, and his voice was so low it was only a whisper:
“Please… let me go…”
He could no longer remember how many times he had pleaded for mercy; he only knew that every time yielded nothing.
Mister Yu wouldn’t have even a shred of a soft heart. In those narrow eyes, there was only conquest and loathing.
An intense sense of despair and powerlessness surged in Shen Yuanās heart.
How wonderful it would be if I just died like this…
Yet he just wouldn’t die. That man wanted him to experience the terror of a slow death; he wanted to appreciate his agony of being unable to live yet unable to die!
He was always held by a single breath, unable to find release.
His chest rose and fell weakly from the pain. Fine, thin sweat soaked his clothes. Shen Yuanās eyes were dazed; his entire person looked as if he had been fished out of water.
The man spying before the monitor paused his finger. His gaze landed on Shen Yuanās face, looking at that face that was white to the point of being almost transparent and the prominent red marks at his collarboneāthose were the marks he had bestowed…
Yu Xiuqing stared fixedly, his dark pupils filled with a desire for possession that made one’s heart skip a beat.
This fool would always be his private property!
He would not allow anyone to get close to Shen Yuan!
Nor would he ever let Shen Yuan leave him!
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