Chapter 41: Forced Kiss
Wen Yuhuai’s brain exploded with a boom. An affair? Affair my ass! Were they in that kind of relationship?!
Two people squeezed onto the small swing, causing it to rock violently with their movements. Wen Yuhuai pursed his lips tight, gripping the swing ropes firmly to stand up, but the iron-hoop-like arms around his waist made him unable to move.
Fu Xingjian leaned close to his ear, his voice half-hoarse and half-desirous. “Running for what? Didn’t I do everything according to your requirements not to let others know? You have to give me some sweetness, right?”
Give some sweetness my ass! A ball of fire gathered in Wen Yuhuai’s chest, and he punched his lower abdomen. “No sweetness, but do you want some bitterness?”
Fu Xingjian groaned but still hugged him without letting go, his large palm quickly enveloping his fist. “As long as Baby gives it, I want everything.”
Baby?
Wen Yuhuai’s struggling movements froze abruptly. His brain uncontrollably recalled that dark half-month. That pervert called him that too, using the same tone…
Goosebumps popped up uncontrollably on his body. He clenched his teeth, his voice squeezing out from between them. “Are you fucking… crazy? I’m a grown man; what the hell ‘Baby’!”
Fu Xingjian paused, kissed his side profile soothingly, and started apologizing readily: “My fault. If Ah Yu doesn’t like it, I won’t call you that. What do you like me calling you? Good boy (Guai Guai)? Bao Bao?”
The fire in Wen Yuhuai’s chest burned bigger. He gave him another elbow strike. “Call my ass! Let go of me!”
Fu Xingjian didn’t let go. Instead, he took a mile after given an inch, hugging him tighter and making him sit on his lap. He smiled like a refined scum, his tone provocative. “Won’t let go.”
Wen Yuhuai clenched his fist tighter, looking like he was mad with anger. “I’ll count to three. Will you let go—mph—”
Fu Xingjian didn’t come out to hear him say these things. If time dragged on, the other three might sniff their way here too. He simply lowered his head and blocked his lips directly. Before he could react, his tongue forcefully pried open his teeth, conquering territory.
“Mph… mph…”
Wen Yuhuai’s pupils dilated uncontrollably from shock. His head tilted back subconsciously to dodge this menacing kiss, but Fu Xingjian’s hand firmly clasped the back of his head.
He kissed very devotedly. His jet-black eyelashes drooped slightly, half-covering his eyes. His dark pupils held desire so thick it was about to spill over.
Wen Yuhuai wanted to shout and struggle, but Fu Xingjian seemed to see through his mind. Taking advantage of a breath, he pressed against his forehead and said hoarsely: “Does Ah Yu want to call people? Call them over to watch us kiss; I’d ask for nothing better…”
The words about to exit his mouth were stuck in his throat, neither up nor down. In the end, not a sound came out.
The just-separated lips were firmly pressed together again. This time, even his two arms were restrained and twisted behind his back. Wen Yuhuai couldn’t exert force to struggle. He could only feel despairingly and clearly his own lips falling into another’s mouth.
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A kiss finally ended. Wen Yuhuai raised his hand tremblingly, wiped his red and swollen lips vigorously, then gathered his strength and slapped him with all his might.
“Lunatic.”
Fu Xingjian pushed his numbed cheek with the tip of his tongue, smiling disapprovingly. “Still have strength? Another slap on the right side.”
Wen Yuhuai’s chest heaved violently a few times. Gritting his teeth, he gave his right cheek another slap. Now it was good; left and right were symmetrical.
Two crisp slaps had a strong presence on the quiet terrace. The two bodyguards, who had been pretending to be deaf, finally asked tentatively again: “Young Master?”
Wen Yuhuai knew what he looked like without a mirror. Naturally, he wouldn’t let the bodyguards come over. Without warning, he raised his hand, firmly grabbed Fu Xingjian’s styled hair in his palm, and pulled hard until the other hissed heavily and had to bow down from the pain. Only then did his mood improve a bit. He turned his head and shouted to the two bodyguards: “It’s okay; we’re playing. You two go inside and eat something; no rush.”
The two bodyguards agreed and turned to enter the banquet hall through the side door.
Hu Zhe didn’t think much of it, assuming the two young masters drank a bit and were messing around. But the expression in Jiang Qiao’s eyes became increasingly suspicious.
Was it his illusion? Just now, he glanced over there. Obscured by the flowers, he couldn’t see too clearly, but he could vaguely see two figures overlapping on the same swing. Coupled with those crisp slaps just now…
“What are you thinking about? Come eat some cake. Let’s taste how Michelin quality is.”
Jiang Qiao withdrew his messy thoughts and walked over to join Hu Zhe in sweeping the food.
After the two bodyguards left, Wen Yuhuai completely lost his scruples, wishing he could pick up the pumpkin lamp beside him and smash it on his head. In the end, his precarious reason stopped him.
Fu Xingjian still had a smile on his face, his voice lazy. “Not satisfied? I’m right here; do whatever you want.”
Wen Yuhuai stood up from the swing, stared at him quietly for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his leg and kicked straight between his legs. Fu Xingjian stiffened all over, maneuvering the swing backward to dodge this kick by a hair’s breadth.
Wen Yuhuai laughed in anger. “Didn’t you say I could do whatever I want? Why dodge?”
Fu Xingjian also stood up from the swing. He was taller than Wen Yuhuai; standing in front of him, he was like a wall. “Still have to dodge what should be dodged. What if Ah Yu regrets it in the future?”
Wen Yuhuai restrained the smile on his face, looking at him expressionlessly, his tone cold and sharp: “I only regret not crippling you with that kick just now.”
After a pause, Fu Xingjian finally put away the carelessness on his face. His dark pupils stared straight at him. “Kissing me—is it that hard for you to accept?”
Wen Yuhuai said without thinking: “I remember telling you more than once that I am straight. I like women. Being forced to kiss a grown man—you tell me if I can accept it?”
Fu Xingjian just looked at him quietly, his gaze bottomless. Wen Yuhuai looked at him again and continued aggressively: “Not only can I not accept it, I feel disgusted.”
He wanted to say something more to provoke him, preferably provoking him until he realized his error and went back to liking women. But seeing Fu Xingjian’s increasingly calm appearance, he felt a bit scared unconsciously, feeling like he was holding back some big move.
Wen Yuhuai unconsciously took two steps back. When he spoke again, he wasn’t so self-righteous anymore. “Anyway, the fact that I’m straight will never change. You’d better think clearly, or switch to liking another man. Forced melons are not sweet.”
After speaking, without waiting for a response, he turned and left, his back view somewhat looking like he was fleeing in defeat.
Fu Xingjian lifted his eyes, gazing deeply at that retreating figure. Only when that figure disappeared from sight did he slowly withdraw his gaze. His eyes were full of indifference and unconcern, as if jealousy had turned into numbness.
Whether it’s sweet or not, won’t I know after picking it and tasting it? Even if it’s really not sweet, it has to be mine.
Dark clouds had covered the moon at some point. Fu Xingjian turned his head, his gaze falling straight into the shadow between a cluster of roses and a pillar. His voice was indifferent: “Seen enough?”
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