Chapter 16: Act Like a Dog if You Are One
Shen Yuan felt a sense of shame, as if he had been stripped bare and was standing in front of the man for his appreciation.
He truly feared this feelingāfeared the way Yu Xiuqing looked at him like a wolf staring at its prey.
The intense pain from that night had already left a massive psychological shadow on him. He didn’t want to be treated like that again!
Not even if it killed him…
Hearing that Yu Xiuqing had no intention of sending the fool away, Su Huaiyaoās fingers trembled. But he couldn’t just step forward and slap the idiot right now!
“Xiaoyao.”
The man’s sudden, tender call startled Su Huaiyao. He shrank his neck tremblingly and immediately looked up at the man.
A flash of panic and guilt passed over his face, but he quickly returned to normal, saying softly:
“Xiuqing-gege, what is it?”
Yu Xiuqing leaned down slightly, his hand on the boy’s head. His gaze was a bit darker than before as he asked:
“Does Xiaoyao feel bored?”
Faced with this sudden question, Su Huaiyao didn’t understand, but he nodded honestly and replied:
“Mm… it is a bit boring.”
“Does Xiaoyao want to see a toy eat something?”
A trace of interest flickered in the man’s dark, heavy eyes.
Su Huaiyao was equally intrigued, his tone full of expectation. “What kind of toy can eat things?”
Surprisingly, Yu Xiuqing didn’t answer directly. He only gave a mysterious smile and said, “Xiaoyao, just watch.”
Having said that, he took the millet porridge from the cabinet, which had gone completely cold. He stirred the thick grains with a spoon, turned around, and walked straight toward the terrified youth.
Watching those steady, powerful black boots slowly approach him, an expression of extreme fear appeared on Shen Yuanās face. He instinctively moved backward.
Intuition told him that nothing good was about to happen!
“Don’t… don’t come over, Xiansheng… I beg you, Yuanyuan really… really can’t take any more torment…”
His voice carried a clear tremor and a sobbing tone. As he spoke, his gaze kept flickering toward the man, seemingly trying to find a shred of sympathy.
But he was disappointed.
At the moment Yu Xiuqing approached him, there wasn’t a trace of pity or mercy on the man’s face.
The other man just stared at him coldly and cruelly, a mocking smile even hooking the corners of his mouth.
Shen Yuanās frail back hit the solid table. Only then did he realize he had nowhere left to retreat.
Then, Yu Xiuqing half-crouched and suddenly yanked at the boy’s only remaining piece of clothing, pulling him closer. The movement was very rough, making the youth gasp in pain.
Shen Yuan felt his vision blur. The next second, a slender, fair palm firmly clamped onto his chin, forcing him to lift his small face to look at the hand’s owner.
A pair of eyes as deep as the sea stared fixedly at him. That gaze seemed ready to pull him in.
Shen Yuanās heart skipped a beat, his face turning as white as paper.
In those eyes that he had once been so obsessed with, there was now only a fear that made him want to flee.
The man’s deep, magnetic voice rang out: “Eat the food Xiaoyao couldn’t finish in his place.”
Shen Yuan looked at the bowl of cold porridge held in front of him and shook his head desperately. “No… I don’t want to!”
“Heh, it’s not up to you.”
Yu Xiuqing let out a cold snort, his eyes full of chilliness. He suddenly let go of the boy’s jaw, then tilted the porcelain bowl toward the floor. The millet porridge immediately splashed across the tiles.
Su Huaiyao, behind them, instantly understood what the man was about to do. His eyes were full of excitement, and he settled into a posture to watch the show.
The cold rice clung to the porcelain tiles. The floor, stepped on by thousands of people, couldn’t be very clean. This made Shen Yuan, who already had no appetite, feel another wave of nausea in his stomach.
His face was pale as he gritted his teeth to suppress the urge to vomit, but his lips wouldn’t stop shaking.
The man stood in front of him, looking down with a scrutinizing posture. His voice was low and slow:
“Like a dog. Kneel and lick it clean.”
Shen Yuan froze, looking up at him in disbelief. But the man’s gaze was too sharp, scraping across his heart like a knife, making his entire body go cold.
His eyes were filled with thick cowardice, but the last trace of stubbornness in his heart made him reach out and tremblingly grab the man’s trouser leg. His voice was soft and piteous:
“Xiansheng… I really… can’t eat it… the floor is dirty, and Yuanyuan’s tummy hurts so much…”
Yu Xiuqing naturally knew that the boy loved cleanliness and couldn’t stand even a bit of dirt, but he wanted to torment him like this!
Then, he leaned over slightly, approaching the youth. His large hand forcefully squeezed the boy’s slender neck, pressing his entire head into the puddle of millet porridge without a word.
“Mmph… ugh…”
Shen Yuan struggled to breathe under this sudden pressure, his small hands waving wildly.
His pretty face was pressed directly into the porridge. The sticky texture and cold moisture made him feel nauseous.
The next second, the man let out two low laughsāso mocking, yet the voice that spoke was tender enough to drip water:
“Yuanyuan, every grain is the result of hard work. You mustn’t waste food. If Yuanyuan doesn’t lick the rice clean today, youāll go sleep with the stray dogs.”
Then, Shen Yuan felt the force on his neck loosen as that freezing hand was suddenly removed.
He could finally lift his head, gasping for air. His face was covered in rice grains and tears, looking incredibly pathetic.
He was afraid of dogs. By saying that, Xiansheng not only wanted to kick him out of the Yu house but also wanted to lock him up with dogs…
At this thought, Shen Yuan grew even more terrified.
Yu Xiuqing stood beside him, one hand in his pocket. He frowned and let out a scoff, his gaze lingering lazily on the boy:
“Yuanyuan, Iāll give you three seconds. If you don’t finish licking the food, youāll receive a very severe punishment~”
The word “punishment” was deliberately emphasized. Hearing this, Shen Yuanās shoulders shrank in fear. His small face was full of panic and terror; he didn’t know what to do.
If he knelt and licked things like a dog, he would surely be mocked ruthlessly! It was too shameful!
But if he didn’t listen to that man…
The little fool didn’t dare think further.
Because he knew Yu Xiuqing wouldn’t let him off easy. He was an object that could be ordered around at any time and discarded once the man grew tired of playing with him…
Tears welled up in Shen Yuanās eyes, but he didn’t dare cry out. Because Mister Yu didn’t like children who cried, he could only swallow all his grievances.
The little fool was forced to kneel on the floor. He lowered his head and began to lick the rice grains with his tongue.
Yu Xiuqing seemed dissatisfied with his current posture. He lifted the toe of his boot and kicked the boy, his face still holding unvanquished violence. His tone was vicious and angry:
“If you’re going to be a dog, act like one! Have you never seen a dog eat?! Lift your butt!”
The cold toe of the shoe struck the wound squarely. Shen Yuan let out a pained moan.
T/N: This is so hard to read. Making him eat off the floor is a new level of low for Yu Xiuqing. (F*ck him!!!!!)
Vocabulary Corner:
- Every grain is the result of hard work (ē²ē²ēč¾č¦ – LƬ lƬ jiÄ xÄ«nkĒ): A famous line from a Tang Dynasty poem about the hardship of farmers, often used to teach children not to waste food. Using it here is incredibly sadistic.
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