The phone on the office desk suddenly buzzed with vibration.
Outside the window, thousands of city lights blazed brilliantly.
Inside, the entire building had gone dark, save for a faint light on the desk.
In the shadows beyond its reach, two staggering figures approached.
Then, a hand — with soft, flexible knuckles showing the faint color of veins beneath the skin — took the phone.
Gong Ze stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in his office. His pitch-black pupils reflected the high-rise buildings and neon lights outside.
With one arm, he kept the constantly slipping soft figure steady; with the other, he opened the phone messages.
Dingdong—
A new contact had sent a message.
The spinning loading icon paused for a few seconds, then finally produced a photo.
A man knelt on the floor in front of a bathroom mirror, his legs apart. His mouth held a phone as he tilted his head up to photograph his own body.
“Heh…”
Gong Ze let out a low laugh.
He typed a one-handed reply: [Good job.]
Then, without even looking at the recipient’s delighted response, he turned off the phone and tossed it precisely onto the sofa.
The phone bounced once and wedged itself between the sofa cushions.
Gong Ze looked down.
Sang You’s cheeks and neck were flushed crimson. He lay on the floor, his head resting against the window. Each breath clouded the glass with white mist.
“We’ll stop here for now.”
Seeing that Sang You had reached his limit, Gong Ze regretfully scooped him back into his arms, cleaned him up simply, and carried him to the break room.
After Gong Ze had dressed him, Sang You finally came back to his senses and asked blankly, “It’s over?”
“Mm.”
Gong Ze pulled a tissue and handed it to Sang You to wipe his face.
The young master’s neck was covered in his own tears, and the bangs near his forehead were soaked as if he’d been drenched in water.
Looking at Gong Ze, Sang You said, dazed, “I didn’t last again?”
“You lasted a long time this time.”
Gong Ze pinched his chin and kissed the young master tenderly for a while. When he let go, he gently patted Sang You’s cheek to comfort him. “It’ll get better with practice.”
Sang You’s looks and figure were undeniable — it was just that their sizes were mismatched.
Moreover, Sang You had poor stamina and couldn’t last long, leaving Gong Ze stuck at a frustrating stage.
“You’ll get better as we go.”
Sang You buried his wet head in Gong Ze’s chest, silent, like a defeated peacock whose feathers had been plucked bare.
“Heh.” A glint of amusement flickered in Gong Ze’s eyes.
He wrapped his arms around the young master’s damp head, pushed aside his wet, tangled bangs, and pressed his lips to Sang You’s forehead. He could taste a faint hint of salty sweat.
Practiced at comforting his sulking young boyfriend, he asked:
“Want some water, hm?”
“No. Not in the mood…”
Sang You’s voice was muffled.
Having been with Gong Ze for a while now — especially after coming to the company and seeing Gong Ze’s outstanding side — Sang You, who had never known self-doubt before, had started to feel anxious and insecure.
He used to look down on Gong Ze, thinking he couldn’t hold a candle to Brother Qin Chuan in any way.
But now, seeing how popular Gong Ze was at work — watching the female employees blush and their hearts race when they spoke to him — made Sang You intensely jealous.
And now, even their sex life was unsatisfactory. Sang You felt even worse inside.
These days, Sang You rarely threw tantrums or acted willful anymore.
He gradually restrained his temper in front of Gong Ze.
He became mindful of how he appeared to Gong Ze.
It was precisely because he liked Gong Ze more and more that Sang You felt less and less secure.
Especially since Gong Ze seemed to handle everything with ease — he knew everything — which only made Sang You feel that Gong Ze didn’t really care about anything.
Sang You was afraid.
He was afraid that one day, Gong Ze would get tired of him and cheat with someone else.
Sometimes he would dream that Gong Ze left and never came back. He would wake up terrified, and only when he felt the arm still wrapped around his waist would he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Sang You nuzzled against Gong Ze’s chest, sniffled, and asked, “Will you ever get tired of me?”
Gong Ze was amused by his worried little expression. “No. This isn’t anything.”
“Then,” Sang You turned over, lying on top of Gong Ze, his arms around Gong Ze’s neck, his eyes red and pitiful, “Don’t cheat on me, okay?”
Gong Ze: …
The big schemer’s heart skipped a beat with guilt. He quickly reviewed his recent actions for any slip-ups. Finding none, Gong Ze’s smile remained flawless.
“I won’t. Never. Why would you think that?”
Sang You shook his head. He carefully leaned in, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and licked Gong Ze’s lower lip — looking up from below into the eyes of the smiling man.
That face, blending purity with seductiveness, was like that of a fairy — capable of stirring the desires of any male.
Sang You blinked tentatively and whispered, “How about you don’t worry about me — just do it the way you like… I can take it. I…”
“No.”
Gong Ze frowned and refused.
Even if he was naturally inclined that way, Gong Ze still didn’t consider it a glorious hobby.
Many people didn’t actually have such inclinations, but simply chased thrills — and quite a few ended up dead because of it.
How could he bear to do that to Sang You?
Gong Ze knew himself well. He wasn’t a good person. With outsiders, he didn’t care — but Sang You was different!
Gong Ze had a notorious reputation in the Transmigration Department. He felt no pity for those self-righteous ‘protagonists.’
But that was because those so-called protagonists didn’t deserve happiness — they had it coming.
As for those who weren’t entirely innocent and came to him willingly — like Qin Chuan —
Qin Chuan: ?
With people like that, Gong Ze’s faint conscience didn’t come into play.
“I’ve told you many times. Don’t bring this up again.”
“People who do those things to their lovers are either out of their minds, or they don’t truly love them. If you truly love someone, how could you bear to torment them? Those who play those games find people who aren’t serious to play with.”
Scolded by Gong Ze, Sang You wilted.
The young master, unconvinced, grumbled, “So you’re saying you’ll look for someone ‘not serious’ to play with in the future?”
Gong Ze paused, then said, “I won’t. Don’t be jealous over nothing.”
·
On the holiday, the company was closed, and the two attended the invitation at the Qin residence.
The driver was again Wang Liben. Gong Ze’s reason for keeping him was simple: he was loyal.
Qin Chuan’s father, Mayor Yan Cheng, and Sang You’s father — who had already been killed by the original character — were the murderers of the Wen family of three back in the day.
Sang You’s father had disappeared under mysterious circumstances. The moment something happened to him, the other two involved in the Wen family massacre and the subsequent division of spoils would inevitably grow restless. Using concern for Sang You as a pretext, they were actually trying to test Gong Ze.
This meal might very well be a banquet with ulterior motives.
And Wang Liben’s loyalty made Gong Ze temporarily tolerate this good dog’s overstepping, keeping him close in case of emergency.
On the way, seeing Sang You distracted, Gong Ze narrowed his eyes dangerously. “What’s wrong? Thinking about your dear Brother Qin?”
Although the sinister, villainous image was Gong Ze’s current persona, seeing the young master look so fickle stirred a genuine flicker of displeasure in Gong Ze’s heart.
He clicked his tongue inwardly.
He really ought to show Sang You the dirty photos his precious Brother Qin had sent him yesterday.
Snapping out of it, Sang You saw Gong Ze’s dark expression and quickly shook his head. “No, it’s just… everything feels so different now.”
The last time he came here, his father was still alive.
And now…
Sang You hurriedly set aside his nostalgia, afraid the man would get angry, and carefully added, “Now we’re together. Those are all in the past.”
Blushing, he lowered his head and whispered, “I’ve given you everything I have. What more do you want?”
Due to his upbringing, Sang You was somewhat naive, and his thinking was even more conservative than the old-fashioned daughters-in-law of a bygone era.
Sleep together once, and you’re together for life.
Sang You’s face reddened as he stole a glance at the handsome man. “They say, marry a chicken and follow the chicken, marry a dog and follow the dog. I won’t be unfaithful.”
Hearing this, Gong Ze’s expression softened. He looked at Sang You, amused. “So you think I’m a chicken or a dog?”
“Ah, you know what I mean!”
The two of them were playfully bickering in the back. On the other side of the divider, Wang Liben listened to the young master’s affectionate whining and the man’s teasing banter. His silence grew heavier by the minute.
Soon, the car stopped in front of the Qin residence.
Qin Chuan, who had been waiting for a long time, and Yan Zhenzhen, who looked clearly unhappy, saw their car arrive. Qin Chuan’s cheeks flushed slightly; Yan Zhenzhen rolled her eyes.
The handsome, gentle, tall man — showing a restless, sticky eagerness — hurriedly came over to greet them.
Seeing Qin Chuan, Sang You remembered that he had once liked him.
But now that he had Gong Ze, he had long let go of those feelings for Qin Chuan. Only after being with Gong Ze did Sang You come to realize how wonderful Gong Ze truly was.
Sang You blushed.
Anyway, his heart was now captivated by that strong, slightly wicked man — mesmerized, unable to make room for anyone else.
Even though he felt like exchanging a few words, Sang You kept his distance, hiding behind Gong Ze and not daring to look up.
Thus, he missed the sight of his memory’s handsome, perfect ex-crush shooting flirtatious glances at his current boyfriend — along with a suspiciously submissive, coquettish demeanor.
It looked exactly like a slutty bottom seducing a top.
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