Jing Yuan didn’t dare move closer.
Looking at Mr. Zhuo now, his eyes were filled with fear and utter revulsion.
How could someone have such a disgusting, twisted preference?
Liking to watch… that?
As he recalled earlier, when he had just dealt with the problem, he had only wanted to check if Nie Luo was hiding in the partition—but he had glimpsed Mr. Zhuo’s scarlet-eyed excitement. His stomach churned.
He quickly retraced what he knew of the plot.
No, no!
This wasn’t in the original story. This Mr. Zhuo… he was a total pervert.
He had wanted to please Mr. Zhuo, yes—but that didn’t mean he could stomach such a disgusting way to do it!
This Mr. Zhuo was utterly nauseating!
Jingyuan was on the verge of losing his mind.
How could this be? Why didn’t he remember any of it?
Was it his own memory that was broken?
He couldn’t accept it!
Just what kind of person was this Zhuoyuan?
He was a normal man. Even if he had to endure being manipulated for resources, he could reluctantly tolerate it—especially considering Zhuoyuan’s looks and the unfathomable power behind him. That pain, he could bear.
But this…!
He couldn’t accept this disgusting, perverse way of doing things!
This was worse than just going all the way—it was as if the process itself was deliberately designed to torture him. Who in their right mind would fixate on someone… instead of just resolving things?
And he wasn’t even allowed to finish it in one go!
Just thinking about it made Jingyuan want to vomit.
Yet Zhuoyuan, seeing Jingyuan’s disgust and resistance, shivered with excitement.
That look in his eyes—oh, that look—was simply exquisite!
Zhuoyuan’s gaze softened as he looked at Jingyuan, satisfaction and anticipation barely concealed in his tone.
“It’s okay. The first time is always scary.”
He paused, then let out a soft, dark laugh, like a crow mourning.
“I can wait for the next time. Another place might be better; this one is a bit too rough.”
He glanced around with a picky air, then removed a sparkling ring from his finger and slipped it into Jingyuan’s shirt pocket.
“I’ll leave for now. Next time, wear this when you come see me.”
He paused again, lowering his voice into a mischievous, wicked tone.
“Wear it. I know you’ll wear it just right. Your size… very cute.”
With that, he drifted out of the restroom like a shadow.
Jingyuan’s face burned red, both humiliated and flustered, yet he had no choice but to collect himself quickly and leave.
Several stalls had been closed behind him!
He absolutely could not let any rumors—no matter how small—spread!
The restroom fell silent. Gradually, the doors to the stalls opened, and a few men exchanged glances, unable to hide the gossip and contempt in their eyes.
They shared a look of fleeting regret—anyone who could get here must have heard something about Mr. Zhuo.
Suppressing their curiosity, they washed their hands and quickly left.
Three minutes later, the innermost stall opened.
“Bro, it’s clear.”
Fan Qing stepped out, glanced around, and gave a light laugh, beckoning.
Before Nie Luo could come out, Jingyi burst in like a whirlwind.
“Holy shit, Old Nie! Did you fall in the bathroom? Who had to pull you out? Why have you been in there so long with no… sound?”
Jingyi suddenly clutched his throat, his voice cutting off.
He looked at the refreshed Fan Qing, then at Nie Luo—who didn’t exactly look… normal anymore.
What was with those red, watery eyes?
And those faint teeth marks on his lips—any playboy like him could tell immediately.
Finally…
Why was Nie Luo sweating so much just from a bathroom visit?
Holy shit!
Jingyi’s eyes darted left and right. Slowly, he murmured:
“…Holy shit, you guys didn’t…”
The words stuck in his throat, silenced by Nie Luo’s piercing glare.
Nie Luo opened his mouth, then instinctively looked at Fan Qing.
Only now did he notice Fan Qing’s outfit today.
Very… fitting to his taste.
If not for…
Nie Luo shook his head, regaining his clarity, and quickly pieced everything together.
His narrow eyes squinted slightly, now glowing with a terrifying intensity.
“Jingyi, did you invite me here… did he know?”
He didn’t look at Fan Qing, but everyone knew who he meant by “he.”
Jingyi’s heart sank, cursing inwardly.
Damn, betraying your friend like this?
You clearly looked satisfied just now, and now you come to settle scores?
Nie Luo has no heart!
Even if he wailed inside, Jingyi dared not show any expression.
He stammered, saying nothing.
Nie Luo, left with no choice, glanced at Fan Qing—and their eyes met.
“Bro, how about a little drive?”
Fan Qing adjusted his jacket collar with a shiver of subtle seduction.
Damn!
Even that simple gesture looked so sexy—absolutely lethal.
Nie Luo wanted to refuse; he didn’t want to see Fan Qing right now.
But his gaze met Jingyi’s pleading look, and for some reason, he found himself agreeing.
“Mm.”
???
Jingyi was dumbfounded.
What?
These two are for real? Coming out looking like that from the bathroom and immediately leaving me behind for a drive?
He hurried after them.
“Wait, we’re all set up, but leaving me behind doesn’t seem fair! A drive, right? Then take me along!”
Fan Qing accepted the keys from the approaching attendant, handing Nie Luo a helmet with a precise, elegant motion.
He lifted his chin, signaling Jingyi to look at the metal beast outside.
“Sorry, limited seating.”
Nie Luo’s eyes scanned the car. His eyes sparkled with astonishment.
He couldn’t touch such things, but he had some knowledge of them from Jingyi’s stories.
Yet this car—was it really Fan Qing’s?
“Bro, put the helmet on quickly. There are people outside.”
Fan Qing donned another helmet by the car, fastening the buttons while reminding Nie Luo.
Nie Luo gave a soft hum in response.
“Wait… you guys really all left?”
Jingyi scratched his head, still trying to process as he saw Nie Luo climb into Fan Qing’s car. He made one last desperate offer:
“Should I wait for you? I can go get another car—”
Impossible.
A rare moment of privacy for the two of them, and only a fool would bring along a chatterbox like him as a third wheel.
Fan Qing let out a soft laugh as the engine roared to life.
“Sorry, Jing’er, maybe next time.”
Next time… when exactly?
Before Jingyi could ask, Fan Qing braked sharply, and Nie Luo instinctively wrapped his arms around Fan Qing’s waist.
Jingyi froze. ???
Was something… off?
Fan Qing, you sly devil—are you really this bold?
Savoring the strong warmth and pressure at his waist, Fan Qing raised his voice.
“Hold me tight, bro.”
He pressed the accelerator, and the flashy metal beast roared forward, tearing through the concrete jungle.
Jingyi stood at the doorway in stunned silence for a long moment, then finally exhaled one word:
“Damn!”
Old Nie was going to be taken down sooner or later, wasn’t he?
Why even bother, he thought. He’d pulled the strings and ended up paying the price—what kind of idiot was he?
The cold wind whistled through the gap in front, brushing against him until Nie Luo gradually snapped back to his senses.
Even glancing over his shoulder, he still found it hard to believe.
What was happening to him?
It had just been an accident—or maybe not.
But afterward?
Fan Qing’s actions… Nie Luo hadn’t agreed, but deep down, he knew… he hadn’t resisted either.
Otherwise, taking Fan Qing down would have been effortless.
Yet despite this, he couldn’t figure it out.
What was happening to him?
Why… why hadn’t he resisted Fan Qing?
He could even feel the heat, the touch, the force transmitted from Fan Qing’s hold on his waist.
Outside of himself, it was the first time…
“Bro, tired?”
The wind softened, and Nie Luo heard Fan Qing’s voice drifting back.
Fan Qing parted his lips slightly; his voice reached clearly behind him.
“If you’re tired, I can just take you home.”
Nie Luo was silent for a moment before speaking slowly.
“You know where I live?”
“Did I give it away?”
Fan Qing chuckled softly.
“I don’t really know, but I want to. Bro, will you give me the chance?”
Nie Luo finally noticed his choice of address.
“You called me ‘bro’?”
Why not ‘Nie Ge’?
He didn’t ask, but Fan Qing understood.
“You’re not in work mode; it wouldn’t be convenient for you to say that.”
Why not convenient?
Nie Luo’s mind raced, and he realized—calling him ‘Nie Ge’ might reveal too much about him.
Noticing this made Nie Luo even more confused.
So… Fan Qing really…
“Do you like me?”
The voice behind him was soft, almost innocent in its uncertainty.
Fan Qing drew a sharp breath, using every ounce of self-control not to let the question cause an accident.
Nie Luo was…
his weak spot.
And he’d asked directly.
Fan Qing hadn’t expected Nie Luo to give him a straight answer.
He recalled the last time Nie Luo had nearly fled in panic. Comparing the two, he realized he actually preferred straight answers a bit more.
“What, don’t want to say?”
Nie Luo’s voice came from behind again.
“Wait… just a moment.”
Fan Qing lowered his helmet, pressing the accelerator. The roar of the engine echoed along the mountain road before fading into the secluded heights.
“We’re here.”
Fan Qing removed his helmet, gesturing for Nie Luo to step out.
Nie Luo didn’t move.
He frowned slightly, clearly puzzled.
“You brought me to such a remote place just to wait?”
In such isolation, he almost thought Fan Qing didn’t like him at all—that perhaps he intended to kill him and leave him buried here.
“Get out.”
Fan Qing tilted his head with a bold smile, his thin lips lightly tinted, his eyes burning with intensity.
“I can’t just confess in the car, right? That would be too unfair to you.”
“Confess…?”
Nie Luo froze, eyes wide as he stared at Fan Qing.
Fan Qing smiled brightly at him, raising his hand slightly. His thin lips pressed a kiss onto the metal glint of his knuckle duster.
“Of course. I want to have you.”