The cool beauty forcibly bids for top A: Chapter 46

“Click.”

Shen Yanzhou’s fingers hooked onto his belt buckle, pulling the belt outward and tossing it casually onto the floor, his suit pants sliding down to his ankles. He turned slightly, his long snow-white legs extending from the pant legs, toes touching the ground, knees slightly bent, lazily rubbing against the man’s calf like a cat.

Thirty Million’s Adam’s apple rolled. He gazed at those long, straight legs with their impossibly smooth lines, displayed naked before him, ankles so slender he could grip them with one hand, that extremely faint red mole at the back of his knee deliberately hooking him in.

The next second, he pressed the man against the wall in the entryway, lunging at him like a hungry wolf, roughly tearing open the remaining shirt buttons, his burning hot palm directly covering his snow-white neck, teeth biting his collarbone, sucking, gnawing, leaving one bright red mark after another.

“Are you seducing me?” he said suggestively.

“Do I need to seduce you?” Shen Yanzhou’s chest heaved violently, yet his gaze showed no retreat. He lifted his head, fingers plunging into the man’s black hair, not dodging at all, instead tightening his knuckles and forcefully pressing him toward himself.

The man laughed and picked up Shen Yanzhou, throwing both himself and him heavily into the sunken sofa.

The sound of fabric tearing rang out in the quiet villa.

Following that came the man’s swallowing sounds.

Shen Yanzhou let out a low gasp, arching his back, fingertips digging fiercely into the leather sofa surface.

The man was like he wanted to eat him up, fierce and urgent, tongue rolling, sucking, fingers not idle either, sometimes gentle, sometimes rough.

Shen Yanzhou’s silver hair stuck to his sweat-dampened cheeks, the corners of his eyes flushing red.

The man raised his hand, grasping his left ankle in one go, taking his ankle bone between his teeth, sucking and biting hard, the tip of his tongue circling and licking at the sensitive ankle, leaving wet traces and deep bite marks.

They went back and forth on the sofa for a long time, until Shen Yanzhou’s voice went hoarse, and the man finally reluctantly stopped.

When it ended, Shen Yanzhou’s silver eyes were full of shattered watery light, his entire body soft as if he had no bones left, yet he still subconsciously rubbed the side of the man’s waist with his toes, like a silent attempt to make him stay.

“Don’t cry.” The man’s voice kissed away his tears, forehead pressed against his, nose tip lightly rubbing, “I’ll carry you to shower. If we keep going like this, I’m afraid you can’t take it.”

In the bathroom, as soon as the hot water turned on, steam instantly filled the entire room.

Thirty Million gently placed Shen Yanzhou in the bathtub, reaching out to test the water temperature himself. He tried his best to turn his face away from looking at his body, worried that the desire he had barely suppressed would slowly rise up again.

However, Shen Yanzhou suddenly raised one foot, using the top of his foot to rub extremely lightly and slowly across the man’s abs.

The man went numb from his rubbing, forcing himself to look at him, his breathing growing increasingly rapid.

Shen Yanzhou raised his hand, hooked around his neck, both snow-white long legs wrapping around him at the same time, ankles crossing behind the man’s waist, lightly locking him in place, not allowing him to retreat half a step.

Water droplets ran down his messy silver hair. He leaned close to the man’s ear, lips almost touching his ear shell, voice soft and hoarse, tempting: “Still not enough.”

The man’s breathing instantly went haywire. One hand propped on the washstand, the other hand rubbing his hair, biting his ear, laughing lowly: “Today, are you trying to squeeze me dry?”

“So what? Not willing?” Shen Yanzhou raised an eyebrow.

“Couldn’t ask for more.”

The man laughed and stepped into the bathtub in one stride. Hot water instantly rose past his waist, splashing up large crystalline water droplets.

The steam grew even thicker. The man’s hands supported Shen Yanzhou’s waist, holding him in his embrace, letting his fragrant, soft body press completely against his chest.

The water surface swayed, waves of heat surging up, pouring onto their overlapping skin…

In the middle of the night, Shen Yanzhou woke up.

He slowly pried open the man’s arms around him, lifted the blanket, casually threw on a thin silk robe, got out of bed, and walked barefoot on the soft carpet to the massive floor-to-ceiling window.

“Click.” The lighter struck out a pale blue flame, illuminating his cold yet alluring brows and eyes.

Shen Yanzhou lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, letting the smoke pass through his lungs in a circle, then slowly exhaled.

Outside the window was Hong Kong City’s silent night, with sparse stars.

Not long after, extremely light footsteps came from the master bedroom.

A large black coat was gently draped over Shen Yanzhou’s shoulders from behind, wrapping around his thin body.

Immediately after, the man pressed up against him from behind, arms circling his waist, chin naturally resting in the hollow of his neck, greedily rubbing against his silver hair.

“Why aren’t you wearing shoes.” The man’s voice carried the hoarseness of just waking up. “What are you thinking about?”

Shen Yanzhou’s fingers holding the cigarette tightened slightly. His gaze looked at the blurry night view outside the window, and he replied softly: “Thinking about my parents.”

‘And you.’

He silently added this in his heart.

If his parents were still alive, what would they think seeing him entangled with an extremely dangerous underground boss? If they were still here, they would tell him what he should do right now.

If only they were still here.

All these years, it seemed he had always been making plans for others, cleaning up Shen Xiuming’s mess, paving the way for Shen Xici, resolving crises big and small in the group.

But when it came to his own matters, facing this relationship that had crossed the line, he didn’t know what to do with the man behind him.

Silence spread between the two of them, only the cigarette tip in his fingers flickering on and off.

After a while, Shen Yanzhou turned his head, looking at the man’s profile so close to him, and opened his mouth to ask: “You said your mother once wanted to take you with her to commit suicide. Did you ever hate her?”

The man’s arm around his waist paused slightly.

“My mother was once abandoned by her family. To survive, she did the lowest, most shameful work.”

“When I was little, I often saw her bringing different strange men into the room, doing those things… She had a terrible temper, complaining every day, and everything coming out of her mouth was cursing.”

The man held Shen Yanzhou even tighter, warm breath sprinkling against his ear: “But, even so. I still loved her.”

“Because I knew, she actually loved me too. In the end, she couldn’t bear to really leave me alone to die.”

‘Then if one day, I dump you?’

‘If one day I abandon you, will you hate me?’

This thought flashed through his mind, but Shen Yanzhou didn’t ask it out loud.

The tobacco burned to the end, scorching his fingertips.

Shen Yanzhou didn’t continue this topic. He pressed the cigarette butt out in the ashtray, turned around, and buried his face in the man’s chest.

“Carry me inside, let’s sleep a while longer.” he said softly.

*

The next day, when Shen Yanzhou returned to the company, he saw Shen Xiuming had come early, kneeling obediently on the ground, while Shen Xici standing nearby didn’t even want to give him a glance.

Shen Yanzhou walked around the two of them, leaning his back against the desk, coldly looking at Shen Xiuming.

“Xici, you go out first.” Shen Yanzhou spoke faintly.

“Yes, Brother.”

After Shen Xici went out, only Shen Yanzhou and Shen Xiuming remained in the CEO’s office.

“Tell the truth.” Shen Yanzhou crossed his legs and asked again: “Why do you owe five hundred million Hong Kong dollars?”

“I…” Shen Xiuming’s eyes dodged, vaguely hiding the truth, “Just did some business overseas, the investment failed, the capital chain suddenly broke, that’s why…”

“What kind of business exactly?” Shen Yanzhou ruthlessly interrupted him, “You tell me honestly, then I’ll know how to fill this hole. Or is it that even you yourself feel it’s a shameful business?”

Cold sweat broke out on Shen Xiuming’s forehead, stammering: “I…”

Looking at his appearance, Shen Yanzhou suddenly let out a cold laugh, his body leaning slightly forward, speaking playfully: “Shen Xiuming, do you like Fu Sihan?”

Hearing this name, Shen Xiuming lifted his head, his eyes rounding from anger and shock, shouting angrily: “Brother! How could I possibly like him?! That bastard is the one who harmed me, set me up, made me lose that five hundred million!”

“So that’s how it is. He screwed you over, so this is how you bite the hand that feeds you, teaming up with outsiders to turn around and harm me?”

“Brother, I never thought about harming you!” Shen Xiuming’s eyes went red with urgency, crawling forward on his knees two steps, anxiously explaining, “I was just thinking the Fu family is powerful, and you were going to marry him sooner or later. After all, he’s also my brother-in-law, so he counts as family…”

“Family?” Shen Yanzhou’s eyes grew even colder, “You treat him as family, but have you ever treated me as family?”

“I’ve always treated you as my real brother!” Shen Xiuming roared hysterically, eye sockets red, wronged and unwilling: “It’s just… it’s just that you’ve always treated me as useless!”

“Brother, because you wouldn’t reply to Fu Sihan’s messages, he several times egged me on to invite you to nightclubs, hotels. Even if I’m stupid, I know what he wants to do to you. He probably wanted to secretly drug you, then do that to you!”

“But I never helped him. I kept persuading him, telling him if he really dared to do this, Brother you would definitely kill him!”

Shen Yanzhou’s eyes narrowed slightly, asking back faintly: “Really?”

“Really!” Shen Xiuming lowered his head, speaking softly: “No matter how much of a jerk I am, I never really thought about harming you. It’s just that you always look down on me.”

Shen Yanzhou slowly walked up to Shen Xiuming, raised his right leg, and with the top of his foot directly hooked under Shen Xiuming’s chin, forcing him to lift his head, looking at his still somewhat swollen cheek, and asked: “Did yesterday’s slap hurt?”

Forced to look up, Shen Xiuming looked at his brother’s beautiful face, his cheeks instantly flushing red, his gaze dodging slightly, muttering softly: “A bit.”

“Learned your lesson?” Shen Yanzhou looked down at him from above.

Shen Xiuming wilted and nodded: “Mn.”

Only then did Shen Yanzhou withdraw his leg, saying coldly: “This is your last chance. This time’s five hundred million, I’ll fill the hole for you, but—”

“You must exchange it for the group shares in your hands. Are you willing?”

Shen Xiuming was stunned, then nodded heavily: “Mn. Anyway I don’t have many shares in my hands, just five percent. Take them if you want. But…” he hesitantly added, “If you want to take Dad’s shares too, that’ll probably be very hard. He definitely won’t agree.”

“That’s my business, no need for you to worry.” Shen Yanzhou looked at this simple-minded younger brother and asked, “Yesterday in my study you cried and made a fuss, saying you wanted my attention, to prove you’re not useless?”

Shen Xiuming’s face grew even redder. He bit his lip and let out a muffled “mn.”

“I want to say, you’re indeed not useless.” Shen Yanzhou said.

Shen Xiuming’s eyes instantly lit up: “Really? Brother.”

“Useless at most means accomplishing nothing.” Shen Yanzhou ruthlessly interrupted him, “But you spend all day causing me trouble, either getting your money scammed or getting your heart scammed, and you’re one step away from getting your body scammed too.”

Shen Yanzhou looked him up and down, venomously adding: “But looking like you do, probably nobody wants to scam your body anyway.”

Shen Xiuming softly retorted, “Brother, actually a lot of people chase after me.”

Shen Yanzhou: “…”

Shen Yanzhou let out a sigh: “But, you’re still my younger brother. Next week you’re going to the Africa branch for two years. If you can achieve something in these two years, I’ll acknowledge that you’re not useless, and let you return to headquarters to work.”

“Africa?!” Shen Xiuming’s body that had just stood up swayed, his face full of terror, “I don’t want to go. The conditions there are so bad, if I go to Africa I’ll probably become skinny as a stick and black as coal. Brother, you can’t do this to me!”

“Up to you.” Shen Yanzhou wasn’t angry either, casually flipping open a document on the desk, speaking carelessly: “I originally wanted to send Shen Xici there. Since you’re not willing, forget it. I think that five hundred million…”

“I’ll go!”

The moment he heard Shen Xici’s name, Shen Xiuming was like he’d been stepped on the tail, instantly energized: “I’ll go! Don’t let Shen Xici pick up this bargain!”

Shen Yanzhou let out a soft “mn.”

“But…” Shen Xiuming looked at his brother’s cold profile, his earlier arrogant energy weakening again, somewhat awkwardly twisting his fingers, asking softly, “The day I leave… Brother, will you come to the airport to see me off?”

He looked at Shen Yanzhou full of expectation.

Shen Yanzhou flipped a page of the document, not even lifting his head, only replying faintly: “If I’m not busy, I can consider it.”

*

Sending Shen Xiuming off happened on a rare sunny day. This guy shed more tears at the airport than raindrops.

When he was little, this guy would cry at the drop of a hat. Grown up, he still cried at the drop of a hat, causing Shen Yanzhou’s clothes to get soaked in a large patch.

Besides clothes getting wet, once back at the Hillside villa, what got wet wasn’t just clothes anymore.

Ever since that day they crossed the line, the villa’s front door became two completely different worlds.

Outside the door was the cutthroat battlefield of fame and fortune, all proper on the surface but every step treacherous.

Inside the door was a den of day and night debauchery and insatiable indulgence, and they were both prisoners drowning in a sea of lust.

That post-transgression indulgence was extremely similar to Hong Kong City’s long, humid rainy season.

At first it was just an inconspicuous patch of mold seeping from the corner of the wall. By the time you came to your senses, the entire house was already covered in moss named “desire.”

Slippery, damp, yet vibrantly alive, entangled in their throats.

Not just at night, even during the daytime dusk, as long as only the two of them were in this house, the air would quickly grow thick and hot and damp.

At the blind corner of the spiral staircase.

Shen Yanzhou had just stepped onto the stairs when a large hand from behind grabbed his ankle, not even waiting to get back to the bedroom, and the man would kneel between his legs, urgently pulling out his belt.

“Hold me…” His fingers dug fiercely into the man’s black hair.

In this narrow, cramped corner, they were entangled like conjoined twins. The man held him in his embrace, like sex at the edge of a cliff, as if only by clinging to each other desperately would they not fall.

Behind the floor-to-ceiling curtains, cutting off all outside light and prying eyes.

He was pressed against the wall by the man, gaze blurred, his body becoming extremely sensitive from excessive pleasure. Even just the slight friction of the man’s rough fingertips could make him shudder all over.

“Still want more?” The man pressed against his forehead, sweat dripping from his high nose tip onto his lips, salty and burning hot.

“Mn… don’t stop…”

He deliberately sank into this feeling, keeping his mouth shut about their identities.

On the wool carpet.

They lay naked and overlapping, greedily drawing moisture from each other’s mouths. The man held him tightly from behind, strong powerful arms locked around his waist, as if wanting to knead him into his blood and bones.

“So warm…” He curled up in the man’s embrace.

Again and again.

From intense to gentle, to finally quiet embracing.

In this world of schemes and coldness, it seemed only when skin pressed against skin, when bodies possessed a part of each other, would that bone-deep loneliness temporarily recede.

“Why do this?” The remaining reason asked in trembling.

“Because it can make you forget many things.” The body answered in extreme pleasure.

He knew this was wrong, knew this was drinking poison to quench thirst.

But so what?

So-called love and desire were nothing more than two drowning people trying to share the same breath.

He deliberately didn’t let himself think about “love,” only needed to indulge in “lust.”

He worried that when that day truly came, he wouldn’t be able to walk away unscathed.

They licked each other’s wounds, using body heat and semen in the darkness, weaving a web named “symbiosis.”

He knew this was a slow suicide named “sex addiction,” but before suffocating, he didn’t want to be the first to let go.

Unless, when he had no choice but to let go.

Indeed, all dreams must wake eventually.

Shen Yanzhou opened his eyes in extreme exhaustion and lingering afterglow, felt the vibrating phone by the bedside, and pressed the answer button.

“Shen Xici, what is it?”

“Brother…” Shen Xici trembled: “Something happened.”

“This morning, whatever you do, absolutely do not come to the company!”