Chapter 50: Yuanyuan, Call Me Husband
The little fool, completely unaware of the danger, clung to the man and even rubbed against his chest. His body squirmed gently from the comfort as he softly called out, “Xiansheng.”
At a time like this, even the coldest of hearts would surely soften into water, wouldn’t it?
The youth’s current posture was far too ambiguous. Every breath he took unintentionally teased the man, making him feel as if he were being burned by fire; it was unbearable!
Yu Xiuqing reached his limit. He forcefully shoved Shen Yuan onto the floor and barked with a face full of rage:
“Do you want to die? I told you, I don’t allow any movement near me while I’m sleeping!”
Shen Yuan was thrown until he was dizzy. It took a long time before he could crawl up from the floor. He clutched his bottom, gazing at the fierce man through tear-filled eyes. His mouth was slightly open, looking utterly aggrieved.
Seeing this piteous appearance only made Yu Xiuqing angrier. He casually grabbed the ashtray from the table and slammed it down beside the boy. His expression was cold and terrifying as he roared:
“And is my bed something a dirty thing like you can just climb onto? Shen Yuan, have you no self-awareness? Do you not know how many men have touched you? Disgusting!”
“Ah…”
Shen Yuan cried out in fright while covering his ears. He could clearly feel the hot water from the ashtray splashing onto his face. The heart-piercing pain made his entire body twitch.
But what hurt even more was the man’s words.
He had never imagined such foul language would come from Xiansheng’s mouth, spoken so despicably.
Yet from beginning to end, the only person who had ever touched his body was Mister Yu. His first embrace, his first kiss, and even his first night… had all been forcefully taken by this man.
And now, the other was unscrupulously attacking his reputation, as if he truly had been shared by ten thousand people…
Shen Yuan forgot to cry for a moment. He forgot to react, only staring blankly at him. His gaze was like a pool of dead water without a single ripple—devoid of any emotion.
It seemed the man’s words had shocked his nerves; for a split second, he appeared almost catatonic.
This soulless appearance made Yu Xiuqing’s heart throb with a faint sense of pain. He felt vaguely sad.
He didn’t know why he felt sad. Perhaps it was because the youth before him was too skilled at using a piteous look to garner sympathy and find a sanctuary for himself.
Yu Xiuqing hated seeing him like this the most. He lacked the usual fear, and his indifferent gaze was undoubtedly a challenge to the man’s authority and control.
He stepped directly off the bed and stood before the youth. He leaned down and raised his hand without hesitation.
Slap!
An incredibly loud slap echoed through the bedroom. The crisp sound made the entire room tremble slightly; one could only imagine the force used.
Shen Yuan was snapped back to his senses by the sudden slap. His hollow gaze gradually regained focus, but his cheek swelled instantly, and a streak of fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
He let out a “waah” and burst into tears. His small hand touched his swollen cheek as he stared at the looming man through tear-blurred eyes. His gaze was filled with terror and despair.
“Shut up!”
Yu Xiuqing barked coldly. He was disgusted to the extreme by the youth’s sobbing, and his eyes were full of gloom.
He never knew he would have such a large reaction. He, who was always stable and calm, always facing everything with indifference, had actually lost control because of Shen Yuan’s catatonic look just now.
Shen Yuan shivered from the shout. Though his eyes shimmered with tears, he didn’t dare let them fall again.
He stared stubbornly at the man, his teeth gritted. The hatred in his eyes was growing even more intense.
Yu Xiuqing saw the hate in the youth’s eyes and his refusal to submit, and the irritability in his heart grew stronger.
But he couldn’t continue being harsh, fearing the boy’s cries would draw Su Huaiyao’s attention from next door.
Yu Xiuqing let out a sigh. The malicious expression on his face was replaced by a look of tenderness as soft as water.
He slowly curled his lips, smiling in a soul-stirring way. He cupped the youth’s swollen face in his hands and gazed at him, his eyes filled with a trace of heartache and pity. He coaxed:
“Be good, Yuanyuan. Don’t look at Xiansheng with such a hateful gaze. I lost control of my emotions just now. I apologize to you; can you forgive me?”
Shen Yuan shrank his neck in fear. He shook his head and stubbornly turned his small head to the side: “No! You hate me! Yuanyuan won’t forgive Xiansheng!”
His tone was full of resentment and questioning, but beneath it all lay a trace of grievance.
“How could I hate Yuanyuan? I love you the most, baby. I want to melt you into my body, into my flesh and blood, so you can stay with me forever and never leave.”
The man’s voice was magnetic and gentle, yet his dark eyes burned with a yandere-like fire; it was madness.
“N-no… you can’t… Xiansheng, please let me go. Yuanyuan doesn’t want your love anymore…”
Shen Yuan sobbed piteously. His face was covered in tear tracks; he looked as if he had been severely bullied.
This man was like a demon, making him feel terrified and lost!
Yu Xiuqing gave a wicked smile. His cold, thin lips parted slightly as he extended the tip of his tongue to gently lick away the tears from the corner of the boy’s eye. He then slowly sucked on the youth’s chubby cheek.
“Ugh…”
Shen Yuan bit his lip. A hazy, spring-like mist filled his eyes as his small hands powerlessly pushed against the man. His heart was clearly resistant, but his body felt incredibly soft.
He let out a moan of distress and was forced into the man’s embrace to keep from falling onto the floor.
Yu Xiuqing clearly felt his longing. Even though his own heart was itching with unbearable desire, he could only restrain himself. He then forcefully pushed the boy away and said coldly:
“Can you do anything else besides act coquettishly in front of men? You want it, but I simply won’t satisfy you.”
Shen Yuan’s body was weak. Though the push wasn’t very strong, he still fell onto the floor.
Away from the man’s touch and burning embrace, his blurred eyes immediately cleared.
Yu Xiuqing looked coldly at the shivering little fellow at his feet and mocked, “Will a Yuanyuan who hasn’t received love turn around and throw himself into the arms of another man?”
Every word was like ice.
Shen Yuan looked up at him timidly.
What cold eyes…
Why would such a handsome person say such cruel and heartless things?
Tears once again flowed silently from his eyes. Fearing the other would suddenly fly into a rage and stomp him to death, Shen Yuan hurriedly shook his head: “N-no… Yuanyuan… wouldn’t dare… betray Xiansheng…”
Yu Xiuqing let out a sneer upon hearing this satisfactory answer. But immediately after, his brows furrowed with a look of displeasure as he said lightly:
“But Yuanyuan made it hard for me to sleep just now. Should you be punished?”
The youth knelt before him shiveringly. He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering; he looked very piteous. Yet, this piteous appearance only served to irritate Yu Xiuqing further!
“Yuanyuan knows he was wrong. I was just too scared… that’s why I climbed onto Xiansheng’s bed.”
Shen Yuan’s two cold hands tightly gripped the man’s trouser leg as he tremblingly pleaded for mercy.
The man looked down at him. His gaze shimmered with an intense, lethal temptation as he said, “Call me Husband, then admit your mistake.”
Hus-husband?
Shen Yuan froze. He stared in disbelief, not reacting for a moment. His face then turned red all the way to his neck.
Why would Xiansheng make me call him that?!
TV said you could only call a man “husband” after marriage, and after calling him that, you’d have a baby…
But he was just Mister Yu’s small servant, not a wife at all! And he didn’t want to carry another baby!
“Are you going to call me that or not?”
The man’s indifferent and impatient voice rang out. It carried an endless authority, as noble as a god.
“Ugh… Hu-husband…”
Shen Yuan called out with trembling lips. His heart hammered like a drum, and his face was as hot as a cooked shrimp.
After calling him that, he felt incredibly aggrieved.
Why did Xiansheng always force him to say such shameful things? He didn’t want to call him husband at all!
“Since Yuanyuan wasn’t good, you must take off your trousers and sit on the floor. You are not allowed to sleep.”
It sounded like he was coaxing a child, yet the man spoke such wicked words.
Shen Yuan’s breathing stopped. He stared blankly at that peerlessly handsome face with water-filled eyes; his gaze was full of terror and shock.
So he had to spend the whole night with his legs bare, sitting bashfully in front of Xiansheng’s bed? And the floor was so cold!
Thinking of this, Shen Yuan couldn’t help but shiver. His lower body tensed, and two blushes appeared on his cheeks.
He didn’t want to do such a face-losing and shameful thing!
Shen Yuan looked up, but when he met those cold eyes, a powerful sense of oppression hit him.
The words of refusal were immediately swallowed back into his stomach.
“Take them off.”
Yu Xiuqing, sitting by the bed, commanded.
“Ngh… okay, Xian-Xiansheng.”
Shen Yuan buried his head. He silently unbuckled his belt and lowered those exquisite trousers to his ankles, revealing two slender, well-proportioned legs that were shaking incessantly.
“Ngh… Xiansheng… can I… now?”
He bit his lip. He didn’t dare look at the man at all, as the other’s powerful, dominant, and wild aura was far too close.
“Call me Husband.”
The man’s voice was deep and husky. He stared at him with a dark gaze, as if trying to see through this small, delicate body and then completely devour it.
“O-okay! Husband!”
Shen Yuan was stared at until his heart skipped beats. His eyes were watery, and his voice was soft and obedient, yet full of reluctance.
“Mhm. Sit down.”
“Ngh… okay.”
Shen Yuan placed his trousers to the side. The inner side of his legs pressed against the cold floor. His fingers pinched the short hem of his shirt, trying to pull it down to cover the skin exposed to the air.
Looking at those fair, tender thighs, Yu Xiuqing’s eyes darkened. His voice was husky from extreme restraint:
“Move your hands.”
The youth on the floor could only lower his hands bashfully.
Yu Xiuqing’s Adam’s apple bobbed. The scene before him nearly made him lose control. He immediately turned over and lay back on the bed, thinking about how he would ruthlessly deal with Shen Yuan once they returned.
“Say goodnight.”
He closed his eyes and commanded the youth.
Shen Yuan bit his cherry-red lip and forced out a few syllables: “Hus-husband, goodnight.”
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