Qin Chuan’s father bent down, searched under the table, and quickly spotted the cufflink. He picked it up and kindly handed it to Gong Ze.
“Thank you.”
Gong Ze took it with a smile.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qin Chuan, forehead beaded with sweat, breathe a sigh of relief and let go of his belt, which he hadn’t had time to fasten.
The system worried: [Host, aren’t you still going to use Qin Chuan? Won’t this offend him?]
“If he were normal, yes. But if he’s a pervert, no.”
[…]
The truth is, the thrill of stealing is the thrill of taking risks — the excitement of being caught at any moment. Especially for someone like Qin Chuan, who played so wild that ordinary sex no longer satisfied him.
By having Qin Chuan’s father pick up the cufflink, Gong Ze had nearly exposed Qin Chuan.
Qin Chuan glared at him angrily, a cornered, vicious look on his face. But the moment he looked up and saw Gong Ze’s wicked, seductive smile, all his anger vanished.
He mouthed to Gong Ze: Was that exciting?
Qin Chuan: I almost got killed because of you! You went too far!
His heart was pounding like crazy.
Yes, he had been terrified of almost being caught. But seeing Gong Ze’s smile — removing the danger from that thrilling moment — left only the thrill.
A wave of the joy of sneaking around flooded his brain.
Like someone addicted to extreme sports and adrenaline.
One second, Qin Chuan was scared; the next, he found himself both loving and hating Gong Ze’s wicked joke.
He even began to savor the feeling — like tasting something for the first time and craving more.
“Why hasn’t Old Yan come back yet?”
Unaware of his son’s sordid schemes, Qin Chuan’s father found it strange. The whole point of this gathering had been Yan Cheng’s idea. But now that they had brought the guests, Yan Cheng had been acting odd from the very beginning.
“Go ahead and eat. I’ll go find him. He’s probably having a nicotine fit and gone off to smoke.”
Smiling warmly, Qin Chuan’s father left the table. But once outside, he learned from the servants that Yan Cheng had already left.
Frowning, Qin Chuan’s father immediately called him and asked what was going on.
“A special emergency meeting came up. I need to attend.”
In the car, Yan Cheng looked at the small bag containing several strands of hair in his hand, barely containing his joy as he gave instructions to Qin Chuan’s father.
“Tell them to go home. As for Gong Ze — you handle the probing. That’s it.”
Now that he had something far more important to deal with, he had no interest in outsiders. His son was what mattered most.
The call ended. Qin Chuan’s father was in a foul mood because of Yan Cheng’s attitude. His face darkened. Returning to the table, he explained to Gong Ze and the others that Yan Cheng had urgent matters to attend to.
After all, Yan Cheng was the mayor. No one was going to press for details.
In a bad mood and offended that Yan Cheng expected him to do all the work while he himself left early — hmph, did Yan Cheng really think he was his lackey? — Qin Chuan’s father handled the probing of Gong Ze in a perfunctory, half-hearted manner.
And so, in this subtly strained atmosphere, after the meal, everyone left without lingering.
Each to their own home.
On the way back, Gong Ze pondered. This banquet with hidden motives had ended in a very anticlimactic manner. The problem probably had to do with Yan Cheng’s disappearance.
Unfortunately, Yan Cheng’s behavior wasn’t in the plot. But perhaps the way Yan Cheng had reacted to Wang Liben earlier was the key.
Gong Ze’s gaze thoughtfully fell on the driver.
The car stopped at the Sang residence.
After hearing Sang You’s confession earlier, Gong Ze had originally wanted to go home and hold his wife.
But Sang You was feeling terribly carsick. He could barely keep his eyes open. Afraid of making the young master sick from exhaustion, Gong Ze coaxed him off to sleep once they were home.
Gong Ze himself went to the study to handle the rest of the company’s work.
A moment later, two knocks sounded on the study door.
“Come in.”
Gong Ze thought it was the young master feeling lonely sleeping alone, but unexpectedly, the person who entered was Wang Liben.
The man came in, locked the door behind him with a click, and stood silently at the entrance.
Gong Ze’s smile faded. He put down his work, lit a cigarette, and took a drag. Through the smoke, his long, narrow eyes narrowed as they fixed on Wang Liben.
“Something wrong?”
Wang Liben kept his head down, his expression unreadable. After a long silence, he slowly said, “Young master, I know that you’ve actually been suffering all along. You have special inclinations, but Sang You’s health is poor, so you’ve been holding back.”
Hearing this, Gong Ze’s expression remained indifferent. “You’re wrong. I’m not suffering, nor am I holding back.”
“…No. You’re not telling the truth.”
That’s not it at all. I saw everything!!
Wang Liben’s hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into fists. His tall frame seemed to merge with the shadows, leaking a hint of darkness and madness.
“Young master…”
His voice trembled.
“I don’t mean anything else. I just want to take Sang You’s place and make you happy.”
Gong Ze’s fingers, holding the cigarette, paused. Ash fell onto the desk. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Wang Liben in surprise.
Are you sick?
Wang Liben spoke rapidly. “My body is stronger than his. I don’t need a title, and I won’t tell anyone. You won’t have any worries. This body of mine — use it however you want!”
“The things you can’t bear to do to Sang You — you can do them to me. You don’t want Sang You to have the male childbirth surgery, but I can do it!”
“Young master —”
Wang Liben lifted his head. His pupils were constricted, gleaming with fervent madness.
Words and feelings that had been suppressed for so long burst forth all at once!
He looked up at his god, who was looking down on him from above. He slowly, stiffly walked over, gradually knelt at his feet, and lay his head on his young master’s lap with devotion and reverence. He looked up at that handsome, merciless face with longing.
“Do you want me?”
“…………”
Silence. Time in the study seemed to freeze. The only sound was breathing.
After a long while, when Gong Ze’s palm finally rested on his head, Wang Liben’s face lit up with a flash of surprised joy. But with the words that followed, his entire being turned ashen.
Gong Ze said, “If you leave now, I’ll pretend you never came. But if you say another word, I’ll have HR transfer you to a branch office in another city.”
“Wang Liben, I have no such inclinations toward you. I don’t need your sacrifice. You’ve overstepped.”
“…”
As if his very breath had frozen, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through his chest.
The next second, his breathing instantly grew ragged. His eyes bloodshot, he stood up and stared fixedly at the man smoking.
Rejected, Wang Liben could no longer control his emotions. He roared:
“I was the one who first followed you! I’ve given you my all! You used to trust only me — you only showed your true self in front of me!”
“I was the special one by your side! I was here first! What right does Sang You have?!”
“He stole what was mine—”
“He stole—”
The young master who belonged to me.
Wang Liben questioned Gong Ze painfully, his voice loud. “Have you forgotten? Sang You is the son of your enemy!”
“If his father hadn’t conspired with the Qin family and Yan Cheng to steal the Wen family’s new drug research — the Wen family wouldn’t have been destroyed, and your parents wouldn’t have died!”
“It was Sang You’s father who killed your parents! Back then, you said that once the Sang family’s fortune was in your hands, you’d kill him. So what happened?!”
“You went soft! You fell in love with him—”
After Sang You appeared, everything changed.
He and Gong Ze were supposed to be partners, the most intimate of accomplices!
He truly, deeply loved his young master. He would give everything for him.
Could that sickly Sang You do that?
That weakling only knew how to cry and whine, making his young master softhearted and lose his reason. With that damned face, he bewitched his young master — yet couldn’t even satisfy his most basic desires, forcing his young master to endure and give in.
But I can!
Wang Liben roared madly in his heart.
His young master wanted a child — he could give birth to one too.
He could do what Sang You couldn’t. So why did his young master only love that fox spirit and ignore his true devotion?
Wang Liben clenched his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. He couldn’t understand what about him was inferior to Sang You.
If he had a better identity, would he then be able to stand by Gong Ze’s side?
If begging wouldn’t win his god’s pity, he would rather tie his god down than watch him love someone else.
“Young master… you’re forcing my hand…”
Looking at the stone-hearted man, whose brows grew colder by the moment, Wang Liben’s expression gradually twisted.
“All I want is just a little. But since you won’t give me even that — don’t blame me.”
Gong Ze frowned. “What are you planning?”
“Today, Mayor Yan Cheng found me privately and said…” Wang Liben glanced at Gong Ze. “I am his son.”
Gong Ze: …
System: …
Holy crap! What kind of melodramatic soap opera is this?!
His wife is the son of his enemy. His trusted subordinate is the son of another enemy. Was the original character a villain or just a tragic mess?
He never expected the plot to hide such a huge landmine for him. Looking at Wang Liben’s frenzied expression, Gong Ze had a bad feeling. His face darkened as his mind raced to find a way out.
Wang Liben, however, gazed adoringly at his young master. The poisonous hound bared its fangs.
“Yan Cheng is your greatest enemy. Now that I’ve become his son, I can get close to him. I know you want to kill him for revenge.”
He said, “As long as you grant my wish, I am willing to go to Yan Cheng’s side and help you kill him. I’ll make you see that I am more useful than Sang You!”
Hearing this, both Gong Ze and the system were left speechless.
What a model of filial piety.
Your first thought upon being reunited with your biological father is to stab him in the back. Yan Cheng — does he know how spectacularly filial you are?
“If you don’t agree —”
“Young master, I’ve done countless things for you to get you to where you are today. I know all your secrets. Tell me — if I were to reveal your true identity to Yan Cheng…”
The once sullen, gloomy, taciturn tall man raised his head.
Under his short crew cut, his needle-thin, bloodshot, terrifying pupils stared fixedly at Gong Ze.
“What do you think Yan Cheng will do?”
“………………”
The cigarette between his fingers still burned.
Layers of white smoke swirled in the air, blurring the man’s handsome, sharp features. Just as the flame was about to reach his fingers, a voice finally sounded in the room.
“Wang Liben, you’re threatening me.”
The dog that used to follow him had turned around and bitten its master.
‘Gong Ze”s face twisted into a cold sneer. He hated nothing more than being threatened.
He looked at Wang Liben with sinister eyes and mocked, “Heh… It’s the silent dog that bites. That saying fits you perfectly.”
“Do you think that with Yan Cheng as your backer — as the mayor’s son — you can walk all over me?!”
But Wang Liben showed no regret for taking this step.
“Young master, I only want your love.”
“Shut up! Get the hell out of here!”
The man suddenly exploded with rage. He grabbed the ashtray on the desk and hurled it.
“Smash.”
The ashtray shattered at Wang Liben’s feet. Wang Liben stood motionless.
“Young master, I’m not asking for much. I don’t need you to leave Sang You. I just want to occupy a tiny part of you.”
“Young master — what is your choice?”
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