Chapter 27: Sneak Attack – Soft Whimpering, Obedient to the Extreme part 1
Heaven on Earth, the dim, yellow lighting revealed an atmosphere of ambiguity.
The door to the staff room was half-open. Zhou Shu leaned against the doorframe, swiping through his phone, the screen’s light reflecting his slightly impatient brows and eyes.
A passing waiter braked sharply, bowing hurriedly after seeing who it was, respectfully calling out “Young Master.”
He didn’t even lift his eyelids, tapping the screen lazily with his index finger as a response.
The waiter bowed slightly, sticking close to the wall as he quickly slipped into the staff room.
A few waiters behind, who had been whispering amongst themselves, immediately fell silent, exchanging glances, and lowered their voices:
“Is that really the Young Master?”
“Why did he come here?”
“Waiting for someone, probably? Look at that posture…”
“Which slut is capable enough to make the Young Master personally condescend to wait?”
“Who else could it be…” One of them pursed his lips toward the opposite corridor, “Look, here he comes.”
At the other end of the corridor, Xiao Song was swaying his small waist over, happily admiring his newly acquired watch. He unexpectedly bumped into the Young Master’s shoulder, letting out a soft cry, his sticky voice making one’s soul float away.
“Tsk, goosebumps.”
“Jealous? His methods aren’t something ordinary people can learn.”
“Me jealous of him? Hehe…”
“Forget it, let’s go quickly.”
“F*ck…” Xiao Song’s wrist bone throbbed with pain from the collision. He grimaced, clutching his hand. After carefully checking to ensure the watch wasn’t scraped, anger flared up instantly. Just as he was about to see which blind person it was, he looked up and met a face like the King of Hell, instantly wilting.
“It’s… it’s Young Master, I didn’t hurt you, did I? It’s all my fault for walking without eyes!” Xiao Song’s face changed instantly, his waist softening, piling up an ingratiating smile. As he spoke, he reached out to pat the non-existent dust on Zhou Shu’s shoulder, carefully wiping the expensive fabric.
Zhou Shu was getting impatient from waiting. Encountering such a tactless person, he curled his lips in disgust. Just as he was about to rudely slap away the hand lacking boundaries, the staff room door suddenly opened.
He Qing walked out, changed into casual clothes, looking like he had just finished work.
Standing at the door, he swept a glance at the two who were almost stuck together, the hand on Zhou Shu’s shoulder particularly jarring. He paused faintly for a moment then looked away indifferently, pretending not to see, turning sideways to bypass through the narrow gap.
“Stop.”
His arm was grabbed from behind. He Qing stopped, didn’t struggle, his eyes lowered to the void, voice flat: “What other instructions does Young Master have?”
Zhou Shu didn’t answer, glancing sideways at Xiao Song, who was still frozen in place, clinging to him indecisively.
Frozen by the chilly eye daggers, Xiao Song resentfully withdrew his hand, retreating to the corner, looking at their overlapping wrists, drooling with envy.
The new guy, that look, that figure… no wonder the Young Master is mesmerized.
Having cleared the idlers, Zhou Shu turned back, his fingers sliding down, forcefully squeezing into He Qing’s slightly cool finger gaps, interlocking ten fingers. Ignoring whether the other party agreed or not, he dragged him towards the exclusive elevator, taking the familiar route to the garage.
The underground garage was dimly lit. He Qing was pressed against the cold car surface, the buttons on his collar undone at some point, revealing a section of beautiful collarbone.
Zhou Shu frivolously stroked that small patch of skin, smiling wickedly: “Jealous?”
He Qing turned his head, staring at the black SUV with its taillights on in the distance, completely unconcerned.
“Dare not admit it?” Zhou Shu raised an eyebrow, fingers slowly moving up along his neck line, clasping his chin, forcing him to turn towards himself, “Just now upstairs, those little boys’ eyes were almost glued to me, you didn’t react at all? Not afraid my soul will be hooked away someday?”
“Then I have to thank them.” He Qing wanted to slap his hand away but was pinched harder.
“Stubborn mouth.” Zhou Shu’s smile deepened, intimately kissing the back of his hand, carrying a faint scent of whiskey, “Don’t know what spell you cast on this Young Master, just fancying a stubborn one like you.”
He Qing’s held hand went numb, forgot to break free, and didn’t react to the sudden attack.
“Still don’t believe?” Zhou Shu raised his eyebrows, a mix of displeasure in his tone, “I’ve been revolving around you all night, isn’t that enough? Go ask around, who has this Young Master ever been so attentive to? Did I touch a finger of those upstairs?”
What does he mean accompanying him all night, who accompanied whom?
He Qing couldn’t hold back being falsely accused by the other party, “Who stopped you?”
“Yes, you didn’t stop me. If I really ordered someone, someone would throw a fit at me later, taking ten days or half a month to coax back.” Zhou Shu coaxed him, “Right?”
He Qing simply closed his eyes, too lazy to argue with him.
Soft-hearted but hard-mouthed, been like this since childhood, how could Zhou Shu not know?
Leaving the immense wealth and comfortable life in Pingjing behind, running to this place in Nancheng, throwing money to donate buildings, booking the most expensive presidential suite, for what? Isn’t it just for this awkward yet alluring guy in front of him.
Zhou Shu resignedly hugged his waist, smoothing his fur, “Alright baby, let’s not toss about in the middle of the night. Go home with hubby, I have a super large jacuzzi there, do me a favor, let hubby serve you, hmm?”
He Qing’s tightly pursed lips seemed to loosen a trace, but he still turned his face away and said: “That’s your home, I’m going back to my own home.”
Hey, not happy staying in the presidential suite?
“Your home? Where?”
He Qing was speechless, asking what he already knew.
“The He family old residence?” Zhou Shu asked knowingly: “If I remember correctly, didn’t I pay for that house?”
“Occupying the magpie’s nest so soon?” He lowered his head, nose tip pressing against him, “Hmm? Little male servant?”
That’s true, but…
He Qing’s eyelashes trembled, holding his breath to squeeze out a sentence: “…Didn’t you ask me to clean it?”
“Right,” Zhou Shu nodded, looking like a rightful rogue, “So I have to go for a surprise inspection now, just to see how your work is going, if you’ve been slacking off.”
He Qing passively held his breath. He extremely disliked outsiders stepping into the old residence, but now he was just a worker, he could only accept his fate. He looked away, reluctantly pulled the door open and sat in, throwing out a stiff sentence at the end: “When we get there, no random touching.”
“Touch who?” Zhou Shu squeezed into the driver’s seat, leaning over, half-pressing on him to help him pull the seatbelt and buckle it. Not arguing with him about the property ownership issue, teasing: “You?”
He Qing’s ear roots turned red instantly, slapping away his restless hand, “Neither is allowed! Drive!”
In his dream, Jiang Yunian’s chest felt panic-inducingly stuffy, struggling to wake up. Opening his eyes, he saw a furry head heavily pressing on his chest, sleeping soundly.
The bedside alarm clock showed it was just past six-thirty, still early.
Jiang Yunian carefully supported the other’s back of the head, slowly moving him to the pillow beside. As the heavy weight left, a familiar soreness immediately came from his left chest. He maintained that awkward posture for a good while before lightly getting out of bed.
The narrow bathroom seeped with a trace of chill. Jiang Yunian stood by the sink, lifting his pajama hem towards the mirror, revealing a thin and frail upper body. Two shallow lines recessed on his fair waist and abdomen, disappearing along with his slender waist into the edge of his pajama pants.
Rolling the pajamas up, looping around his neck, biting with his teeth. In the mirror, two crimson grape grains were a circle larger than before, color also deeper, particularly glaring on the dazzlingly white skin.
Turning sideways, looking carefully, there was an extremely inconspicuous tooth mark on the left edge. He extended his index finger, touched it gently, sighing in relief.
Fortunately, not swollen…
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