Separating for a moment, Jiang Luo asked, “So… you really like men?”
“Yes.”
It was the third time Huo Zongzhuo had openly admitted his orientation to someone.
“You too?”
Huo Zongzhuo thought it was quite a coincidence.
Jiang Luo recalled the previous life, pondering quietly before answering, “I wouldn’t call myself completely gay… I can… well, with women too.”
Saying this, he propped himself on Huo Zongzhuo’s chest, leaned close, and whispered in his ear, teasing, “If you dare not love me properly for life, I’ll fly off and marry someone else.”
Huo Zongzhuo chuckled softly, knowing Jiang Luo was only half-serious; he would never actually do that.
Hearing it, Huo Zongzhuo just felt Jiang Luo was being adorably playful.
The cute boy planted a little peck on his face.
Huo Zongzhuo turned, wrapped an arm around Jiang Luo’s neck, and kissed him.
Kissing led to passion, and soon they tumbled into the bed together.
While kissing, Jiang Luo murmured, “You’re well-prepared, huh?”
He meant they had protection and lubricant.
Teasing Huo Zongzhuo, he said, “No wonder we’re in a hotel, not home.”
Huo Zongzhuo, still kissing him, reached for the supplies…
At one point, Jiang Luo sat in Huo Zongzhuo’s lap; they moved together, lips and tongues intertwined, bodies close, hearts even closer.
That day, they didn’t leave the hotel bed.
At night, after dinner, Huo Zongzhuo checked out and drove Jiang Luo back to their home on Wukang Road.
On the way, Jiang Luo was lethargic, yawning, dazed from exhaustion. Suddenly, he remembered something: “Hey… yesterday I was drunk. Where’d I leave the car and phone? I don’t remember a thing.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Huo Zongzhuo said calmly. “Nothing’s lost.”
Jiang Luo didn’t ask further; he wasn’t bothered.
Arriving home, Jiang Luo immediately leapt into Huo Zongzhuo’s arms, being carried inside.
Barely inside, shoes off, lights unlit, they collapsed onto the living room sofa.
Jiang Luo laughed as Huo Zongzhuo kissed him, teasing, “You’re not planning on doing it here, are you?”
“Not allowed?”
Huo Zongzhuo was already undoing his buttons.
Jiang Luo pretended to scold: “Not allowed! Only on the bed. Bed’s bigger.”
Huo Zongzhuo laughed, lifting Jiang Luo onto his shoulder like a sack of rice, carrying him upstairs.
Jiang Luo patted Huo Zongzhuo’s butt playfully while being carried.
Up on the third floor, Huo Zongzhuo tossed him onto the bed and began stripping quickly, eyes dark and fixed on Jiang Luo, like hooks drawing him in.
Jiang Luo’s foot ran over Huo Zongzhuo’s chest, tracing down to his zipper—an intimate, teasing gesture.
Huo Zongzhuo caught the foot, guiding it for a playful rub.
“Enough,” Jiang Luo said, feigning annoyance.
Huo Zongzhuo released the foot and began undoing his belt, eyes still locked onto Jiang Luo.
Feeling the intensity of that gaze, Jiang Luo flushed, sprang forward, kissing him: “You’re like a fox… so tempting!”
Huo Zongzhuo paused the belt, wrapping him close, arms tight, pressing him in, and kissed him again.
Then a playful pat on Jiang Luo’s butt: “Lift yourself a bit later, okay?”
Jiang Luo raised himself, feeling he might be overwhelmed; Huo Zongzhuo was relentless.
He didn’t know how Huo Zongzhuo felt—hot, tight, gripping him like he couldn’t let go.
The angle allowed for depth he could never stop wanting.
“Huo Zongzhuo…” Jiang Luo moaned into the pillow.
Huo Zongzhuo’s grip was unrelenting. When Jiang Luo tried to struggle, he pressed over him, and when they connected at the deepest point, white light filled Jiang Luo’s mind.
It wasn’t until dawn that it finally ended, leaving Jiang Luo utterly drained.
Sweating, lying on the pillow, he thought: who started this rumor? Which bastard?!
He couldn’t even process it: being underneath felt this good?
No… he couldn’t go on—he was spent, utterly.
Yet, when morning came, he couldn’t resist, and he and Huo Zongzhuo tangled again.
Huo Zongzhuo kissed him down there; Jiang Luo was helpless, arms raised, eyes covered, exquisitely sensitive.
Thus, over six nights and five days, they indulged fully, exploring nearly every spot at home.
During those five days, they didn’t leave once. Work at the company and factory was ignored, calls unanswered. Aside from eating, bathing, chatting, they were constantly entwined—every position, every touch, never enough.
By the last day, Jiang Luo’s neck was covered in hickeys, his waist sore, legs aching. Huo Zongzhuo fared slightly better, though his back bore claw marks.
Afterward, Jiang Luo nestled in Huo Zongzhuo’s arms, murmuring, “Wish we didn’t have to work.”
“If no work, I won’t wear clothes either. Twenty-four hours stuck to you, rest when we need, then go at it,” Huo Zongzhuo teased, smiling and kissing him.
“Stop talking nonsense,” Jiang Luo yawned. “It’s been several days; time to go back.”
He lifted his head, signaling Huo Zongzhuo. The man leaned down, kissing him; Jiang Luo closed his eyes, fully content.
“Huo Zongzhuo… I love you.”
“Mm, I love you too.”
Huo Zongzhuo kissed him again, both beaming with happiness.
Arriving at the company, Huo Zongzhuo found Xie Zhizhong already in the office, sipping tea from his secretary.
As the door opened, Xie Zhizhong quickly set down his cup, rising with a fawning expression: “President Huo, you’re here!”
Huo Zongzhuo ignored him, walking to the desk, hanging his jacket, loosening his watch, rolling up sleeves, then gesturing for Xie Zhizhong to approach.
Xie Zhizhong, expecting praise or discussion, stepped forward eagerly.
But Huo Zongzhuo, sleeves neatly rolled, grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close, expressionless: “How long have you been following Jiang Luo?”
“What?”
Xie Zhizhong froze, confused.
“How long.”
Huo Zongzhuo’s tone was calm, but the pressure in the room was palpable.
“Several months,” Xie Zhizhong admitted nervously.
“Several months? When did it start?” Huo Zongzhuo asked coldly.
“From… the dinner at He Ping Hotel,” Xie Zhizhong confessed, referring to when he had tried to deliver the boy to him.
At this, Huo Zongzhuo slapped him, face turning aside.
“I warned you… don’t do foolish things,” Huo Zongzhuo said calmly.
Xie Zhizhong panicked—not from the slap, but from Huo Zongzhuo’s tone.
Thinking back, he realized the “offering” he gave that night hadn’t gone unnoticed.
“I…” Xie Zhizhong tried to explain.
Huo Zongzhuo released him: “Go get the No. 5 land cooperation contract from Secretary Wen. Glass supply and landscaping there… you’re in charge.”
Xie Zhizhong was stunned.
Once he retrieved the documents and left, he rubbed his face, delighted—though slapped, he had a new profitable project.
Meanwhile, Huo Zongzhuo returned to the office, writing, as Wang Junqing’s third and fourth brothers entered silently.
The fourth brother immediately smacked himself twice, loud and crisp.
Busy as ever, Huo Zongzhuo didn’t even look up: “Two months’ salary deducted. Go get the documents from Secretary Wen.”