Gong Ze pulled the young master into the small break room inside the office, kicked the door shut, and started to undress without another word.
Finally, his last pair of boxer briefs hung on his fingertips. With a gentle flick, he let them fall to the floor.
His expression showing no trace of embarrassment or awkwardness, the man turned around generously, showing off his body.
This was his wife.
And besides, he had an eight-pack and long legs. What was there to be ashamed of?
“See? I haven’t showered since I went out. The scent on my body is still the body wash from home.”
“If I had really gone to a hotel with someone and rolled around in bed, I wouldn’t have come back all dirty like this, would I? And my underwear is clean.”
He pointed to the scratch marks on his back and the hickey on his neck.
“You left these. Don’t tell me you forgot.”
Gong Ze teased his wife playfully.
The sharp anger on Sang You’s face gradually cooled. After a moment of silence, he frowned, stepped forward, and touched each of the scratches on Gong Ze’s back, one by one.
The wounds had already scabbed over and turned dark — clearly not fresh from just a few hours ago.
And he had counted these scratches last night, giggling as he lay on the man’s back. Not one more, not one less.
The hickey was the same.
No change in location.
Even the bite mark on the collarbone was freshly made by Sang You — it still held Gong Ze’s blood and his own saliva.
“Maybe you did it with your clothes on.”
After a long pause, Sang You said in a small, tight voice.
Gong Ze nearly burst out laughing.
His eyes curving, he praised his wife: “Such a little genius. I never noticed before how smart my baby’s little head is.”
“Enough of that! I want to check your phone. And tell me that person’s name — I’ll go ask them myself!” Sang You said coldly.
“That, I can’t do.”
Gong Ze shook his head and refused.
“I’m currently working on something. The person I met today is someone I’m collaborating with. I can’t tell you their name. But I can promise you I’m not cheating on you. The reason I snuck out without telling you to meet them is because there was a problem with the collaboration.”
Gong Ze’s expression was calm and sincere as he spoke to Sang You. “I’m not lying. Soon, Black City is going to be thrown into chaos, and you’ll understand why I’m doing this.”
Sang You didn’t believe him and insisted on getting to the bottom of it — refusing to let it go unless Gong Ze revealed the person’s identity and name.
“My little young master.”
Gong Ze sighed, helpless and doting, and beckoned to Sang You.
When Sang You finally shuffled over with a gloomy face, Gong Ze took his hand, opened it, and pressed his palm against his own steadily beating heart.
With his other hand, Gong Ze cradled Sang You’s face, lowered his head, and pressed their noses together. Pupil stared into pupil.
Their breaths mingled in the tiny space between them.
This man was so earnest, his words calm and composed, his gaze showing no sign of wavering. His handsome face radiated love and pleading for his young boyfriend.
[Wow — using your looks to get your way.]
“…Shut up!”
Ignoring the system, Gong Ze rubbed his nose against Sang You’s. He didn’t want to admit that he was having to rely on his own charm to seduce his wife.
The man’s long eyelashes lowered, giving him a vulnerable look that tugged at the heartstrings, inviting pity.
“Trust me. I only love you. In this lifetime, I will never hold anyone but you.”
“You’ve seen that I’m willing to let you inspect me openly. You can feel my heartbeat — it proves I’m not lying.”
“And who says going to a hotel always has to be for that kind of thing?”
“Even if I were cheating, there would be some warning signs first, right?”
Gong Ze said, “We live together, eat together, come and go together. We even work at the same company. Have you ever seen me acting particularly close with anyone?”
Sang You: “…”
That’s true, actually.
Even as the man was explaining, Sang You’s heart had already begun to waver. It was just that Gong Ze refused to say who he had met, which left Sang You feeling unsettled. It was hard for him to rebuild trust and a sense of security.
What if Gong Ze was lying to him?
And what kind of secret was so important that he had to hide it even from him? How could Sang You trust him after this?
But as he felt the rise and fall of Gong Ze’s chest and looked at his sad expression, Sang You gradually calmed down. Reason slowly returned.
If Gong Ze had been angry and defensive, arguing back, Sang You probably would have become even more furious and never listened to his explanation again.
But Gong Ze remained calm.
No sign of guilt.
That steadiness made Sang You’s breakdown and heartache evaporate like water, carried away by Gong Ze’s words.
When Sang You realized Gong Ze hadn’t come to the company, his thoughts had immediately turned in a pessimistic direction. While waiting for Gong Ze to return, his mind had uncontrollably conjured up the worst-case scenarios, only amplifying his certainty that Gong Ze was cheating.
But in truth, he had no evidence of infidelity.
He had never seen Gong Ze acting intimately with anyone else.
They went to work and came home together. If Gong Ze were cheating, wouldn’t he need time for that?
It wasn’t like he could just meet someone on the street and go straight to a hotel, right?
“Everything you said — is it true?”
After a moment of silence, Sang You asked, still hesitating.
Gong Ze deliberately made his voice low and hoarse, and intertwined his fingers with his wife’s, looking deeply wronged. “I need you to trust me, baby.”
“I walked in without knowing anything, and you threw the lunch box at my feet. You yelled at me in front of the whole company. You cried — you scared me.”
“Don’t you think that was a little too harsh on me?”
“…”
Like anyone who has made a dramatic emotional scene and then regretted it, Sang You belatedly realized he had overreacted.
The beautiful young master furrowed his brow.
A flicker of hesitation and guilt crossed his cold, suspicious face.
Seeing this, Gong Ze quickly continued playing pitiful. Kissing the tip of Sang You’s nose, he said softly, “Now the whole company knows I got yelled at by my wife. You know how people love to gossip — they’re probably saying behind my back that I’m afraid of my wife. It’s so embarrassing.”
“And they’ll also say I got caught cheating. My reputation is ruined now.”
Sang You: …
He bit his lip and stayed silent. After a moment, his tone stiffening slightly, he said, clearly lacking confidence, “I’ll explain it to them… I, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just wanted to ask where you really went…”
Once Sang You started to feel sorry for him, Gong Ze knew he had safely weathered the storm.
Intertwining his fingers with Sang You’s, he lowered his forehead to touch the young master’s, curling his lips into a teasing smile. “So you finally realize how wronged your husband is?”
“Who said you’re wronged? You still haven’t let me see your phone. I can’t trust you 100% yet…”
“Baby, even if I’m a top, it doesn’t mean I like every bottom I see and want to sleep with them. I have emotional cleanliness too. I hate messy private lives.”
Gong Ze joked, “What? A bottom’s virtue is virtue, but a top’s purity isn’t purity? I’m the one who’s afraid of being taken advantage of.”
“I’m being serious with you! You’re so annoying!”
Sang You couldn’t help but crack a smile at his teasing, but then quickly pressed his lips together and glared.
The atmosphere, however, had eased and relaxed.
“Anyway, I want to see your phone. If I don’t see it, I won’t believe you.”
By this point, the young master’s words had turned from accusation to coaxing.
“What good is looking at my phone? If I deleted the records, there’d be nothing to see. I’ll teach you a better way.”
“What way?”
Sang You asked curiously.
“It’s like this…” Gong Ze wrapped his arms around his still-awkward little darling and whispered two mischievous sentences in his ear.
After hearing them, Sang You pounded Gong Ze on the chest, half angry and half laughing. “Shameless! Who’s going to touch your — your thing! I don’t care if it’s limp or not!”
Gong Ze suppressed a laugh and looked at him teasingly. “Sure you don’t want to check?”
“Go away—”
Gong Ze burst out laughing. He turned Sang You around, cupped his face, and — amid two half-hearted pushes that Gong Ze saw as “playing hard to get” — deepened the kiss, their tongues entwining.
When he pulled back, the young master’s exquisitely beautiful little face was flushed and hazy. His fingers clutched tightly at Gong Ze’s arms.
And with that, the last sharp edge in Sang You’s demeanor was gone.
Gong Ze’s voice was hoarse. “Still want to? Before I put these clothes back on.”
Sang You was embarrassed, but hearing this, he let out a “pfft” laugh.
“What are you laughing at? You don’t want to check? Too bad — you’re going to check today. Come on.”
“What are you doing? I was running a fever this morning! I don’t want to! You’re so annoying…”
“Shh — I won’t wear you out.”
Gong Ze lifted him up and pinned him in a small corner. Kissing him as his hands roamed mischievously, it didn’t take long before he was aroused. He continued to have his way with the young master in the corner.
Though they didn’t actually go all the way, when Gong Ze finally pulled back, the young master was disheveled, hanging limply on Gong Ze, his legs weak.
His pants were a mess too.
[Tsk tsk. What an animal.]
The system was deeply disapproving, but watching them, it recalled the old saying: [A little quarrel between a young couple can be solved with a good romp. If one doesn’t do it, try a few more.]
Although resolving conflicts still required mutual understanding, you couldn’t deny that this method really did make feelings grow stronger.
Ten minutes later.
Gong Ze, wearing only a pair of pants — shirtless — lounged on the sofa, holding a cigarette between his lips, unlit. Nestled in his arms was his soft, fragrant little wife.
Sang You rested his head on Gong Ze’s shoulder, his fingertip tracing the edge of the bite mark on Gong Ze’s other collarbone. He murmured dejectedly, “Gong Ze, did you really not touch anyone else?”
Hearing this, Gong Ze reached a hand inside Sang You’s back to check — no sweat, not cold — and pulled it out again. “Never. In this lifetime, the last lifetime, the lifetime before that… I’ve only ever held you.”
Hearing this, Sang You’s heart felt sweet.
“I’m sorry for suspecting you earlier.”
“What’s there to be sorry for? That’s your legal right as my partner.” Gong Ze wasn’t angry and didn’t feel humiliated. He just worried that Sang You might make himself sick from grief.
Sang You wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s neck, his nose stinging with emotion. “When I found out you had snuck off to see someone without telling me, I was so sad… I felt like I was dying…”
He was afraid they would break up.
Thinking of Gong Ze liking someone else, Sang You couldn’t stop the wave of confusion and fear.
He didn’t want to lose him.
He had already fallen into Gong Ze’s tenderness and companionship. Sang You’s environment since childhood had been too simple — like a glass of transparent water.
And the moment this man invaded his world, he dyed it all red, became his everything.
Now, he couldn’t live without him.
For other people, if a bed partner wasn’t a good fit, they’d find another. If a boyfriend wasn’t good, they’d find a new one. Their worlds still had family, friends, careers.
But Sang You couldn’t accept that.
He had no family, no home anymore. Gong Ze had given him a future — marriage, the possibility of building a new family.
His career was also tied to Gong Ze. His life was full of him.
If Gong Ze left, if Gong Ze stopped loving him, it would be like the sky falling for Sang You.
While waiting for Gong Ze to come back, Sang You had even thought: what if Gong Ze stopped pretending and chose the other person, leaving him? Could he threaten suicide to make Gong Ze change his mind?
Sang You closed his eyes and said softly, “You’ve ruined me so badly. If you don’t want me in the future, I won’t be able to go on living.”
“Don’t say things like that. How old are you?”
Nineteen.
Heh… Gong Ze thought of that age and felt like an old cow eating tender grass.
He lowered his head, rubbing Sang You’s moist lips with his thumb, his eyes gentle. “You should strive to live, and wait for me. Because I will never stop wanting my little baby — unless I am forced to leave. But I will come back to find you.”
“…Mm.”
Sang You hugged his man tightly.
The other man took the unlit cigarette from his own mouth and put it between Sang You’s lips. He looked at him for a moment, then took the cigarette away and kissed him fiercely.
He kissed Sang You until he felt like he was drowning — suffocated yet blissful, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes.
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