Gong Ze used up his unused annual leave from before.
Five whole days.
Every corner of this home bore the traces of their love.
Now, whenever the young master looked at the backyard tree, his mind would uncontrollably conjure up all sorts of risqué scenes with Gong Ze.
The room was filled with the intoxicating aroma of red wine. Sang You lazily crawled out of bed and accidentally glanced at the half-empty wine bottle in the trash can. His face instantly flushed crimson.
Last night…
Ah! Stop thinking about it, Sang You!
His face burning, he looked up at the man dressing in front of the floor-length mirror.
Gong Ze was tying his tie in front of the mirror. He turned and noticed the young master clearly lost in thought. With a low chuckle, he said, “Still savoring the memory? Too bad you couldn’t ‘drink’ that much — the rest went to waste.”
“You have the nerve to say that? You pervert!”
Sang You clutched his belly and glared at him.
“Thanks for the compliment,” the black-hearted man replied, taking it as praise with a teasing smirk. Then he said, “By the way, I need to tell you something. Starting today, you’ll be coming to the company with me. I’m going to begin teaching you some management skills and business operations from the ground up.”
“Go to the company?”
Sang You tilted his head.
After days of being thoroughly pampered and indulged, he was wearing an oversized shirt he had snatched from Gong Ze during their earlier fooling around. His two snow-white legs dangled lazily, an air of seductive languor seeping from his very bones.
The young master, who had planned to spend the day at home lounging by the pool with his man, was displeased. “Why?”
“For your own good. The company is nominally under my management, but in reality, it belongs to you,” Gong Ze said as he walked over, the corners of his lips curving into a smile.
The elegant yet dangerously alluring man easily caught the young master’s ankle as it kicked toward him. With a gentle push, he pinned the blushing, flustered young master down on the bed.
His long, narrow eyes held a hint of intimacy. Right in front of Sang You, he moved his hand under the hem of the young master’s shirt a few times, then slid it inside…
“Mmm~”
Sang You’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. His legs rubbed against the man’s dress pants.
Just as he thought Gong Ze was going to hold him, Gong Ze instead turned his head and kissed him behind the ear, then continued his unfinished sentence: “You’ll have to learn how to be a qualified successor sooner or later, baby.”
“You’re so annoying!”
Sang You, aroused but left unsatisfied, glared at him with reddened eyes.
He wrapped his slender, fair arms around Gong Ze, complaining and whining, “Isn’t that what you’re here for? Besides, wasn’t my father just trying to have you, his son-in-law, take over the family business and manage the Sang family?”
Besides, Sang You had only been to the company a few times.
The young master knew even less about his own family’s company than Gong Ze, an outsider. He didn’t even know which direction the company’s main gate faced.
The young master was born to enjoy life.
When he was little, Sang You was sick all the time. Compared to talent, the Sang family considered simply raising him to adulthood the most important thing.
The whole family just wanted him to be happy, get married, and when the time came, maybe find some healthy genes and have a child.
This world naturally had a legal framework for same-sex marriage, so there were related methods for reproduction.
You could spend a large sum of money on an artificial womb, have the bottom undergo a minor surgery, and then implant the top’s sperm.
Back when the original story called the original!Gong Ze a man of “enduring humiliation,” it was because Sang You’s father intended for the original!Gong Ze to undergo the surgery and bear a child for Sang You.
A certain Gong Ze: Heh.
Sang You’s father had long since abandoned the idea of his son taking over the company.
He was only in his fifties. He always thought he could plan for his son up until his grandchildren grew up. Who would have imagined that old debts of blood would come knocking, costing him his life?
And how could he have imagined that after he was gone, the man who caused his death would take over his son’s future, meticulously planning for the young master’s sake and pouring out all his knowledge?
“No one is as reliable as yourself, Sang You. You need to become strong so you can face unknown dangers. Relying on others will only bring you hardship sooner or later.”
“I’m not going. If you want to be a workaholic, go be one yourself. I’m nothing like you — only perverts spend every day at the company!”
The beautiful young master pushed him away and wrapped the blanket tightly around himself.
Gong Ze lifted him out of bed and looked down at him, his expression calm.
Seeing Gong Ze’s face, Sang You pressed his lips together, afraid at heart and not daring to be willful anymore. But he also felt his pride had been hurt. He turned his face away, his eyes reddening with grievance.
The young master’s voice was hoarse, with a hint of a sob:
“It’s only been a few days. Who in the world has such a short honeymoon? The company, the company… Every time you mention the company, you turn into a different person. Going on and on every day, lecturing me with all these principles. I really don’t know who’s actually your wife anymore.”
Even as he complained, the young master was actually tense with anxiety — until a helpless sigh came from above his head. Gong Ze lowered his head and kissed the young master’s lips.
Sang You, who had been waiting for this moment, immediately grabbed Gong Ze’s collar and tilted his face up, responding passionately like a fish dying of thirst.
When their soft, wet lips parted, they were coated with a layer of moisture, like the beautiful shiny sugar shell on a candied hawthorn skewer.
Sang You looked at Gong Ze with pleading, tear-moistened fox eyes, whining, “Will you stay at home with me today too?”
Gong Ze saw right through him and twitched the corner of his mouth. “You can’t be serious, my little young master. Are you really jealous of a company? It’s not even a person.”
Gong Ze was almost laughing in spite of himself.
After coaxing the young man into his arms, Gong Ze had discovered that Sang You’s possessiveness and jealousy were no less than anyone else’s.
Was this just how young lovers were?
In just a few days, Sang You had secretly checked Gong Ze’s phone — any woman or any man who was young and somewhat good-looking would send him into a fit of jealousy.
He would beg Gong Ze to touch him, testing Gong Ze’s love for him.
He would throw unreasonable tantrums, deliberately provoking and trying to make Gong Ze angry.
Whenever Gong Ze did get angry and his face darkened, Sang You would be the first to fall into inconsolable sorrow.
His thick, long lashes would be dotted with teardrops, falling like beads from a broken string down his delicate, pearlescent cheeks — looking so pitiful it tugged at the heartstrings.
Sang You wanted to be the sole focus of affection, and he also wanted to compete for it.
He liked being the most important thing to Gong Ze.
He would compare everything to himself. Whenever he felt anxious — whenever he felt that the love and attention he received from Gong Ze had diminished — he would grow uneasy.
But Sang You lacked the skills to keep Gong Ze hooked. He didn’t have the experience or the brains for that kind of fishing game, so his only outlet was to throw tantrums.
Now that Gong Ze was his man, all of his emotions were affected by Gong Ze.
Gong Ze understood all of this.
Every time he saw Sang You begging for his love, Gong Ze — whose heart was more intricate than a kaleidoscope — would always set aside a soft, gentle space for his young master.
That’s why I have to teach him, Gong Ze thought.
Thinking of the future, Gong Ze frowned, a hint of urgency creeping in.
“This is for your own good…” Gong Ze, who had never imagined he would one day utter that quintessential parental phrase, pinched the bridge of his nose.
Sang You tilted his head up, kissing Gong Ze’s lips again and again. His beautiful brow furrowed, flames burning in his eyes as he stared intently at Gong Ze. “Tell me — me or the company — who’s more important?”
Gong Ze looked at him with an unreadable expression.
Sang You grew anxious again, drawing out his voice in a pleading whine: “Just tell me.”
“…” Gong Ze sighed. In a low voice, he said, “It’s you. Of course it’s you. But have you forgotten? That’s the Sang Corporation. The Sang Corporation is your company, not mine.”
Sang You said matter-of-factly, “It’s ours. And if you want it, I can transfer the shares to you. Then it would be yours, wouldn’t it?”
“You —”
Hearing this utterly thoughtless — in other words, idiotic — statement from the young master, Gong Ze was almost genuinely angered into laughter.
“The shares cannot be transferred to me. You can’t give them to anyone. That’s your guarantee of a lifetime of food and comfort,” Gong Ze patiently taught him. “And what if I change my mind in the future? You’d lose both your person and your money.”
But the young master only heard the latter part. His fox eyes widened as he glared: “You wouldn’t dare!”
Gong Ze: …
Is this the punishment for all the evil I’ve done in the first half of my life?
Why is it that when you add my eight hundred schemes to my wife’s schemes, the total somehow comes out negative?!
[Great One, don’t get too worked up. Here, have some sunflower seeds.]
The system, which had been so addicted to snacking on sunflower seeds lately that it had even stopped reporting affection levels, popped up. Munching on its seeds like a village auntie at the intersection, it began to dish out commentary.
[Tsk tsk, schemes don’t grow overnight. He’s just a kid — take it slow, teach him gradually, that’s all.]
[Ptui (spits out a shell)]
[If you ask me, blah blah blah…]
Gong Ze: …
And what exactly are you being so superior about, hmm? You’re missing even more.
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