Above the table, Qin Chuan wore a warm, modest smile as he responded to Yan Zhenzhen’s clingy whining. The two of them leaned together like a golden couple — a match made in heaven, beautiful and talented.
Under the table, Qin Chuan’s thigh was draped across Gong Ze’s knee, gently rubbing.
The corner of his eye caught Gong Ze’s knowing, amused gaze. Qin Chuan’s breathing grew heavy for a few seconds before he quickly held it in check. A flicker of ambiguity passed through his eyes. His leg pressed more insistently against Gong Ze’s, his actions growing bolder.
The curve of Gong Ze’s lips rose, but the gleam in his eyes grew colder and colder.
[H-How dare he—]
The system’s jaw dropped at the sight of this eyesore.
[How can this protagonist gong be so debauched? Yan Zhenzhen, his ambiguous almost-girlfriend, is right next to him — and across the table is his own father! Isn’t he afraid of being seen?!]
“Of course he’s afraid,” Gong Ze said coldly.
“But just the thought of doing this right under the noses of his future girlfriend and his own father probably has Qin Chuan on the verge of ecstasy.”
The system: …
Eww — so perverted.
To be fair, as the protagonist gong of this old-school melodramatic world, Qin Chuan was naturally extremely good-looking — more dazzling than a celebrity — and his body was the pinnacle of gong physique.
Presumably because the author thought body hair was an eyesore, Qin Chuan’s thighs weren’t those furry, middle-aged uncle legs. Instead, his leg hair was sparse, leaving his skin clean and smooth.
Though he lacked the petite, soft delicacy of a woman — and didn’t have Sang You’s perfectly straight, flawless beauty — he had evenly distributed, healthy muscles and a masculine, powerful aesthetic.
For any man attracted to other men, being seduced by such a handsome guy — broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs — would be enough to set their heart racing.
They’d probably be more than ready to indulge in a secret, passionate affair.
Above the table, all sweet and intimate with his beautiful young fiancée; below the table, feeling up a handsome man’s thigh and exchanging heated glances.
How romantic.
But the system silently lit a candle for Qin Chuan.
Tsk tsk.
Young man, you’re walking a very narrow path.
Everyone in the Transmigration Department knew that the great demon king Gong Ze was famous for being a sadistic freak.
Sure, Gong Ze would seduce and string along people who were useful to him — reeling them in mercilessly — but he didn’t like being touched.
He was a classic double standard.
No matter how many types of characters had appeared over the years — no matter how beautiful, how much they gave for Gong Ze, how much even the system was moved during the performance —
Just when you thought Gong Ze and the mission target were truly in love, the moment the mission ended, the devoted Gong Ze would immediately change his face, sweeping away all feelings like autumn wind scattering fallen leaves. One logout, no lingering attachments.
Not only without developing feelings — but without even so much as losing his virginity.
In all those worlds, only Sang You was the exception.
Speaking of which, the system found this quite strange.
Before, Gong Ze’s cold-bloodedness had made the system tremble in fear. The system had even suspected that Gong Ze wasn’t human at all, but a demon.
Yet when it came to Sang You — so simple, so easy — they just ended up together. How baffling… Could this be what they call fate…?
Back to the matter at hand.
Beneath his smile, Gong Ze was disgusted by Qin Chuan’s behavior. “Does he think I’ll eat anything?”
“…”
“I hate dogs that don’t follow orders.”
“…”
The system swallowed its saliva and quietly vanished.
Gong Ze felt that the spot where Qin Chuan had rubbed against him was filthy beyond words. If he didn’t still have a use for Qin Chuan…
Hiding his anger and murderous intent, Gong Ze kept his expression calm. He pushed away the leg that had been rubbing against his knee, took Sang You’s hand, and slowly rubbed the young master’s pink knuckles, soothing the dark feelings in his heart.
“What’s wrong?”
Sang You vaguely sensed a change in the man’s aura beside him. Even though Gong Ze was still smiling, Sang You could just tell that he was agitated.
“Are you tired of listening?” Sang You leaned in stealthily, like a sneaky little creature, and whispered in Gong Ze’s ear, “Uncle Qin really does ramble. It’s okay — in a moment, I’ll pretend I’m feeling unwell, and you can take me away.”
Seeing the lively sparkle in the young master’s eyes, Gong Ze’s mood improved slightly. Ignoring Qin Chuan’s movements under the table, he too leaned in, imitating the young master’s sneaky posture.
Just as Sang You eagerly brought his ear closer, Gong Ze mischievously bit the young master’s earlobe.
“Ah—”
Sang You sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes flew wide open in disbelief as he covered his ear and glared at Gong Ze.
‘You’re repaying my kindness with cruelty!’
The young master was shocked.
How could this man be like this?
Gong Ze chuckled lowly. “You haven’t seen your old uncle in so long. Wouldn’t you feel bad lying and sneaking away just for me?”
Sang You’s shocked expression turned to confusion as he looked at Gong Ze and muttered, “That’s a strange thing to say. Even though I haven’t visited Uncle Qin’s house in a long time, it’s not like I’ll never have another chance. Of course you’re the most important to me. You’re my fiancé.”
Gong Ze: “Even if leaving means saying goodbye to your dear Brother Qin, whom you’ve finally gotten to see again?”
Sang You was taken aback. Then he looked at Gong Ze with sudden understanding.
“So you’re jealous!”
Gong Ze paused for a moment, then his smile deepened. “Yeah. I’m dying of jealousy.”
He said, “Just knowing that the person you used to like is sitting right next to me — it bothers me. I keep thinking: will you look at him? Will you think about him? Will you compare me to him, decide that he’s still better, rekindle your old feelings, and leave me in the dust?”
The more he spoke, the more Gong Ze’s smile faded.
Uh-oh.
Gong Ze’s face went blank: I’m actually getting a little angry. What now?
But Sang You, hearing that Gong Ze was jealous of Qin Chuan, had the corner of his mouth curling up so high it almost flew off his face.
Gong Ze looked down at the young master, secretly gleeful and smug. Half amused, half exasperated, he pinched Sang You’s cheek. “What’s this? Your boyfriend is practically dying of anger, and here you are looking so happy. Are you waiting for me to die so you can go running back to your precious Brother Qin?”
“Don’t talk nonsense!”
What’s with all this talk of dying?
Sang You hurriedly covered Gong Ze’s mouth with his hand. The black-bellied man kissed his palm. The tingling sensation made Sang You’s whole body tremble, sending two rosy blushes blooming across his cheeks.
“Stop that.” He shot Gong Ze a glare, then, shy but earnest, said to him, “If you die, I’ll follow you. I won’t look for anyone else.”
Gong Ze was stunned.
His teasing smile gradually faded.
The young master, enduring Gong Ze’s gaze, pressed his lips together and said softly, “Gong Ze, I’ve thought about it seriously. For Brother Qin Chuan — it was more admiration. But with you…”
“I didn’t used to like you. But after my parents disappeared, you seemed to change… you became… someone who makes my heart race…”
Sang You spoke shyly.
Gong Ze’s eyes flickered.
“When we were living together, I used to hide by the window and secretly watch you go to work and come home every day. Even though you were dealing with a huge mess, watching you so effortlessly arrange your schedule with your secretary — I just… felt that you were so, so incredibly handsome.”
At this point, Sang You was so embarrassed that even the palm covering Gong Ze’s mouth grew hot.
He paused, lowered his head, and spoke in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible:
“Especially when we’re close… I can feel that you treasure me.”
Even though sometimes Sang You wanted Gong Ze to be a little rougher.
The young master was shy.
“I feel safe when I’m with you. Gong Ze, I’m truly glad now that you’re the one who became my fiancé. I — I…”
He hesitated, then quickly blurted out in a jumbled rush: “I#@$% you!”
Gong Ze’s breath caught in his throat — he almost missed what Sang You said at the end. “Wait — what did you just say?”
“I— if you didn’t hear it, forget it.” Sang You’s face was steaming red. He refused to say it a second time. “I didn’t say anything!”
But Gong Ze’s lips couldn’t help curving upward.
“Little liar.” He leaned close to the young master’s ear, his voice low and pleased. “I heard you. You said you love me.”
Sang You’s ear — and half his face — tingled and burned from the teasing lilt in Gong Ze’s voice. He gritted his teeth. “I did not.”
“You did.”
“I did NOT!”
“You said you love me.”
“…If you heard it, why are you asking?!”
Regretting his impulsive confession, Sang You grew flustered and ashamed. He punched Gong Ze’s chest hard, the tips of his ears glowing red.
Struck in the chest, Gong Ze instead felt an overwhelming urge to laugh.
He was happier than he had ever been — genuinely, from the bottom of his heart.
Gong Ze had never imagined he could feel this excited either. Looking at Sang You, a tender warmth uncontrollably flooded his heart. He squeezed Sang You’s hand, wishing he could carry the young master back home right this instant and interrogate him thoroughly.
Better yet, make the young master cry as he said “I love you” a hundred times!
His long, narrow, pitch-black eyes faded of their coldness and cunning. Gong Ze whispered softly in Sang You’s ear, “I love you too, little young master.”
Even if I am a cunning gambler, a shameless liar.
But these words, and only these words, will always come from the heart.
Gong Ze wanted to say more.
Suddenly, the leg he had pushed away under the table pressed against him again.
Gong Ze: …
He glanced expressionlessly at Qin Chuan.
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The system broke out in a cold sweat: Calm down, calm down, Host! He’s the protagonist gong — he can’t die! If he gets killed, the plot is ruined!
Heh.
Well, if that leg is asking for it, breaking “three legs” shouldn’t be a problem either.
Gong Ze’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
The first time Gong Ze pushed him away, Qin Chuan had felt a little disappointed.
Why won’t you look at me? Are you afraid Sang You will find out?
Watching Gong Ze and Sang You laugh together, Qin Chuan felt even more neglected, his heart bitter.
He glanced at Sang You. The shy, blushing boy in his memory who used to sneak glances at him had grown more beautiful. But back then, Qin Chuan had preferred more flirtatious types; he had only pretended to be gentle and kept Sang You on the hook because of Sang You’s good family background.
Now, seeing Sang You with Gong Ze — thinking that Sang You was still Gong Ze’s fiancé, that the two of them had already slept together — while Qin Chuan himself still hadn’t gotten a taste of anything sweet —
Looking at Sang You now, Qin Chuan only thought he was ugly and affected — everything about him was irritating.
He tried to hold back, but couldn’t. Under the table, he reached for Gong Ze again with his leg.
The moment he touched that warm spot, Qin Chuan was secretly thrilled. But the next second, a crisp clink of metal hitting the floor rang out —
“Ding.”
Qin Chuan froze. His gaze instinctively shot to Gong Ze.
The man was fingering his own suit cuff. With a smile, he said to Qin Chuan’s father, “Sorry, Uncle Qin. My cufflink fell off. I think it’s right by your feet. Would you mind picking it up for me?”
Qin Chuan’s father said heartily, “Of course. No problem. Just a moment.”
With that, he began to bend down and look under the table.
Oh no!
Cold sweat poured down Qin Chuan’s face in an instant.
His lust was doused like a bucket of ice water, frozen solid. Pale-faced, he frantically tried to pull up his pants under the table. His hand accidentally bumped the table, making a loud “clang” that startled even Yan Zhenzhen next to him.
“Brother Qin, what’s wrong?”
“N-Nothing. My knee hit the table.”
Sweating, Qin Chuan was still fumbling with his pants.
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