In the study, only the sharply defined fingers could be seen flying across the keyboard. After a rapid series of mechanical keystrokes, his middle finger slammed down on the Enter key, the keyboard emitting a harsh, grating click. Almost immediately, a window popped up on the computer screen.
His sensual lips pressed into a straight line, and his piercing gaze fixed rigidly on the screen, silently conveying the owner’s current mood. His dark pupils, initially calm, gradually darkened with irritation before widening as if they had just witnessed something utterly unbelievable.
On the screen, two men were naked and entangled, their ambiguous, suggestive sounds emanating from the speakers. Bo Rui leaned back in his chair, expressionless.
Rubbing his forehead, he glanced down at his own unresponsive lower body and let out a small sigh. Honestly, until today, he had never realized that the body of a man like himself could evoke any reaction in him. What shocked him even more was that he had reacted to only one specific man…
Or perhaps it wasn’t entirely unexpected. Bo Rui bent over and opened the nearby drawer, pulling out a document.
It was a property deed, now bearing Yu Junqing’s name. He had held onto it for some time, but for now, he decided to leave it there. A sly smile crossed his face as he locked the document back in the drawer.
Yu Junqing had no idea that the property he thought was about to be his had once again turned to dust—but at this moment, he didn’t care. He was lying on the large black bed in his room, scrolling through his phone to pass the time.
Since returning home that morning, Rui had forbidden him from moving his injured foot and had simply pinned him to the bed. Yu Junqing recalled Bo Rui’s stern expression and instinctively shrank his neck in guilt.
He hadn’t really done anything wrong—just had a little too much excitement when jumping off the car at home…
The more he thought about it, the guiltier he felt. Shaking his head to clear his muddled thoughts, he settled on quietly scrolling through his phone.
Flipping through a few things, he grew increasingly bored.
So boring… what’s Rui up to? Yu Junqing’s gaze inevitably drifted toward the study. Why did Rui go straight there as soon as he got home? Was it some urgent matter, or…
He suddenly remembered the heat he had felt earlier, his face turning pink.
Rui’s stamina was impressive. Could it be because ever since he moved in, he hadn’t had the chance to go out? Yu Junqing recalled that ever since he had moved in, he hadn’t seen Rui attend to certain… personal matters.
Because their schedules usually aligned and Rui often went to bed earlier even on days off, he rarely went out. So perhaps… Rui had been pent up?
Thinking back to the searing touch, Yu Junqing’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink, his hands moving unconsciously. His gaze darkened.
Maybe I’m overthinking it.
He scanned the room, suddenly feeling as though a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, chilling him from head to toe.
No—he couldn’t think about it anymore. Better to focus on updating his Weibo. Yu Junqing calmed himself and logged in. It had been ages since he’d managed his account, and the posts were sparse. Unlike other celebrities who posted selfies daily to boost popularity, no wonder Xiao Yitong said his Weibo was almost overgrown with weeds.
The latest comments were mostly fans cheering him on. Many names were unfamiliar, ones he had never seen before. Fans seemed genuinely concerned that previous rumors would affect him, promising to watch his new drama and even jokingly claiming they’d have his children. Yu Junqing couldn’t help but chuckle.
Scrolling quietly through their messages, watching their playful antics and desperate attempts for a like, he felt a strange warmth—as if he were looking after a whole bunch of children.
Before he could fully immerse himself in this “paternal” feeling, Bo Rui knocked.
“Change your clothes. I’m taking you out to meet a friend.”
He gave no further explanation. Yu Junqing didn’t even notice he was still in the habit of lounging naked in the bedroom. Bo Rui knew if he continued, it would be inconvenient later…
Dragging his injured foot, Yu Junqing obediently put on the clothes by the bedside. “Rui, I’m ready.”
Bo Rui soon entered, nodding at Yu Junqing’s readiness before scooping him up in his arms.
“Good, very obedient. If anything happens these days, call me. If you want your foot to heal faster for filming, don’t move it unnecessarily.” Bo Rui spoke seriously, his concern unmistakable, though Yu Junqing failed to notice the subtle advantage he was taking.
Clinging obediently to his chest, Yu Junqing relaxed slightly under Bo Rui’s careful handling.
Bo Rui’s gaze lingered, full of indulgence. He used to admire Yu Junqing’s dedication to acting, his professionalism. Now, whether it was rolling around in bed at night, quietly snoring, or occasionally showing childish, adorable behavior like this—he loved it all. He wanted to… consume it all.
Greed flashed briefly in Bo Rui’s eyes before he regained composure.
By noon, they were leaving. Not many people were around. Bo Rui held Yu Junqing securely as they walked to the garage, running into Old Li along the way.
“What happened? Still carrying him? Should I help? Send him to the hospital?” Old Li asked, sensing something amiss.
Bo Rui raised Yu Junqing’s still-swollen foot. “He twisted it while getting out of bed, wrapped in the blanket. See? Almost like a braised pork trotter, right?”
Old Li gave an instant knowing look. Indeed, it did resemble a soft, plump pork trotter—but probably tomato-flavored with a pink hue.
Yu Junqing buried his face in Bo Rui’s chest, ears burning. Rui, stop joking! Now the guard thinks I’m some silly young man…
The “silly young man” treatment continued as Bo Rui buckled him in the car.
“I have a friend returning to the country; I’m picking him up, and we’ll have lunch together.”
Yu Junqing felt slightly embarrassed. “Rui, you guys can go eat; I can manage myself.”
Bo Rui’s eyes flicked to Yu Junqing’s foot, warning him silently, extinguishing any mischief.
Yu Junqing wasn’t opposed to eating with Rui; he just didn’t want to intrude on his friend’s visit. He fiddled with his fingers, unaware that his carefree demeanor was peeling away Rui’s composed gentlemanly mask, revealing a three-year-old-like dependence.
Bo Rui’s eyes glinted with indulgent amusement. He had loved Yu Junqing’s seriousness before; now he adored all these little, vulnerable moments—he wanted to protect and spoil him.
The airport was far; by the time they left at noon, it was nearly three. Bo Rui noted the time. The friend was expected around three, so he drove cautiously, making minimal bumps, occasionally adjusting Yu Junqing’s head.
Yu Junqing slept soundly, though his posture was restless.
Soon, Bo Rui spotted a striking man at the arrival gate.
Dressed in a brown trench coat, straight slim pants exposing the ankles with white socks patterned in eye-catching colors, and a deep-red turtleneck, he stood out in the crowd.
Above all, he bore a face capable of toppling nations with a single glance.
Ren Qingyun, catching the admiring gazes of everyone in the airport, quickly spotted Bo Rui’s discreet car and slipped into the backseat.
“You couldn’t have bought a sports car or something? This car, just like you—so subtle and understated. Without the emblem, no one would guess its worth,” Ren Qingyun quipped, immediately shattering his composed aura.
Yu Junqing, just woken by Bo Rui, glanced through the rearview mirror at the striking man and felt a twinge of discomfort.
Bo Rui already knew Yu Junqing’s expression—his intellectual, mature facade often masked a naive side.
“Master Ren, why return now? Didn’t you say domestic development wasn’t ideal?” Bo Rui asked, driving off promptly.
“I’m not wrong! The situation back home is terrible—you know that, right? I worked my butt off abroad for a year, and it wasn’t as fruitful as one month elsewhere! Anyway, I’m just here for a few days’ visit, not for career development,” Ren Qingyun said, sprawling across the seat, his voice full of energy.
Bo Rui found it curious. He knew Ren Qingyun had done well abroad. Last time he received some money from him, the next day the latest project was highly praised. But why rush back now?
“Don’t look at me—I’m starving. The plane food was inedible. I’ll talk once I’ve eaten.”
“…Do as you wish,” Bo Rui muttered.
A small “grumble” echoed—Ren Qingyun’s stomach. He laughed.
“Wait—you didn’t eat before coming to pick me up? Are you crazy?”
Bo Rui ignored him, reaching over to adjust the storage box in front of Yu Junqing. “Open it. I put some snacks in there.”
Yu Junqing’s ears blazed crimson. He gratefully found… beef jerky?
Ren Qingyun only then noticed the person in the passenger seat and tilted his head curiously. “Who’s this guy next to you? Introduce me—he looks familiar… a super music master?”
Bo Rui noted Yu Junqing chewing the tough jerky, realizing he found it too hard. He glanced ahead at the traffic lights, deciding it was best to quickly find a nearby restaurant before the jerky became a problem.
“Yu Junqing, he’s an actor. Won an Best Actor award a few years back. You probably don’t follow this industry, so you wouldn’t know,” Bo Rui explained.
“Oh, once you say the name, I know him,” Ren Qingyun replied, rolling his eyes at Bo Rui’s pretentious tone.
Yu Junqing recognized him as well—he had read about this Best Actor in newspapers a few years ago. He remembered the actor’s refined gentlemanly demeanor and had once contacted Yu Junqing’s manager, though nothing came of it.
Finally, chewing through the fifth piece of beef jerky, Yu Junqing turned to greet him.
“Hello, I’m Yu Junqing. Hope I’m not disturbing you and Bo Rui?”
Ren Qingyun, slipping into gentleman mode, replied earnestly, “Not at all. I’m Ren Qingyun, a friend of Yu Junqing, I suppose. If anything, I might be disturbing you less than you think. Looks like you two had plans?”
Yu Junqing felt like he had just seen a prince straight out of an English novel, unprepared for such a presence.
Seeing Ren Qingyun’s performance, he sought a rescue glance from Bo Rui.
“Enough, stop pretending. This isn’t business. He’s one way in public, another in private. The earlier attitude is the real him,” Bo Rui explained softly.
Ren Qingyun immediately sensed something, smirking. Bo Rui’s words had an almost springlike charm in the dead of winter.
Yu Junqing relaxed, smiling brightly and offering the remaining beef jerky. “Want some? We won’t reach the restaurant for a bit.”
Ren Qingyun grabbed it greedily, chewing enthusiastically. Yu Junqing couldn’t help but feel slightly envious.
The jerky was delicious, though tough. Yu Junqing quietly finished the fifth piece, and Bo Rui finally parked. They were at a villa, previously visited for business. It had a private room with scenic views and dishes suitable for Yu Junqing’s tastes.
Ren Qingyun didn’t care much about food; after years abroad, even stinky tofu smelled good.
Bo Rui, registered as a platinum member, easily secured a comfortable private room. He ordered a few dishes, adding some snacks for Yu Junqing. Massaging his hair, Bo Rui helped him relax.
Seeing them together, Ren Qingyun blurted out, “You two… hooking up?”
Yu Junqing coughed violently, and Bo Rui gently patted his back.
“Experienced, are we?” Bo Rui didn’t answer Ren Qingyun, instead raising an eyebrow at the bundled neck, a challenge in his gaze.
Ren Qingyun, exposed, revealed a large, purplish-red hickey along his neck, undeniably suggestive.
“This time I met the wrong person. Came back to enjoy some good domestic feng shui. Is your place ready for me? If not, I’ll crash at yours for a few days,” Ren Qingyun explained. He had initially owned property, but had sold it to Bo Rui. He felt secure hiding there, thinking the man wouldn’t be able to trace him.
Yu Junqing coughed, startled at the phrase “crash for a few days”, glancing at Bo Rui. Rui bought a house? Could it be…
Bo Rui leaned close, whispering in Yu Junqing’s ear, “You stay with me for now—your foot isn’t healed. Let him stay there a few days, okay?” His tone had a subtle rise at the end, like a deep cello turning into a siren’s seductive song. Yu Junqing’s ears flushed, and his calves felt weak. He obediently nodded, focusing on his foot rather than the thrill of staying at Bo Rui’s place.
“Then stay there as long as you like—I haven’t organized it yet,” Bo Rui replied to Ren Qingyun. He wanted Yu Junqing to remain home, unable to wander off, while also settling a favor with Ren Qingyun.
Ren Qingyun nodded, content with the arrangement. He didn’t plan to stay long and felt uncomfortable lingering, absentmindedly massaging his firm, curved seat—surprised at how excellent it felt. He marveled at the man’s physique, thinking that if someone identical to him existed, he’d likely leave them incapacitated. That rear, firm and elastic, was like a fighter jet among butts—unmatched.