Yin Hao calmed his emotions slightly and said, “I wonder if Miss Lin has any suggestions? I’m all ears.”
Lin Jingxian took a sip of her coffee. “I do have one. I wonder if you’d be interested, Mr. Yin?”
“Please, go ahead.”
“I heard He Changning will be meeting with someone from that publishing house soon to discuss the release of My World 1. This might be a great opportunity,” she said, eyes gleaming.
“I see. Tell me what you have in mind, and if there’s anything I can help with, don’t hesitate to ask.”
“You’re very generous, Mr. Yin. In that case, I won’t hold back.” Lin Jingxian then laid out her plan in detail. The two went through it together, adjusted the weaker points, clearly divided their tasks, and then ended the meeting on good terms over a meal.
Back at home, Da Zhou frowned and asked, “Young Master, what do you think?”
Shang Yushang’s face was expressionless, but the aura around him was so oppressive it made Da Zhou break out in a cold sweat.
“How bold,” Shang Yushang said flatly. “Go prepare a little gift for Lin Jingxian and Yin Hao—we wouldn’t want their hard work to go unrewarded.”
Da Zhou wiped the sweat from his brow, silently lighting a candle for Miss Lin in his heart. “Yes, Young Master. I’ll take care of it.”
“Send them something potent,” Shang Yushang added with a flick of his hand. “And make sure the Lin family personally receives it. Naturally, we can’t be unfair to the Yin family either.”
In his heart, Da Zhou lit candles for both families. “Understood, Young Master.”
Meanwhile, He Changning noticed that lately he’d been feeling incredibly lazy. After wrapping up his manuscript submissions, all he wanted to do was eat and sleep—and no matter how much he slept, it never seemed enough. At this rate, he figured he was about to live like some kind of hibernating animal. Unwilling to let that happen, he decided to go out for a walk and also take care of the publishing business.
After confirming the meeting time and place with his editor, he let Shang Yushang know and headed out with Xiao Liu and Thirteen in tow.
As soon as Shang Yushang heard Changning had left the house, he gave Da Zhou the go-ahead to proceed with the plan, then quietly took Xiao Wu and went to the meeting location himself, waiting in a nearby car just to be sure.
He Changning had a pleasant and productive meeting with the publisher. They finalized some key details, signed the contract, and shook hands to wrap it up.
After leaving the café, Xiao Liu went to fetch the car while Thirteen stood by He Changning’s side. Just then, a van sped toward them from the opposite side of the street. Thirteen instinctively shielded He Changning. The van screeched to a halt in front of them, and several large, muscular men jumped out, reaching straight for He Changning.
Fortunately, Thirteen had received specialized training. Reacting instantly, he pushed He Changning behind him, struck one man on the left, kicked another on the right, and had two men down in the blink of an eye. At that moment, the team Da Zhou had arranged sprang into action, surrounding He Changning in a tight defensive formation.
Realizing they were outnumbered and outmatched, the attackers tried to flee—but Da Zhou wasn’t about to let them get away. With a wave of his hand, his men pounced, subduing the attackers and tying them up. In minutes, both the men and the van had vanished from the scene. The whole thing had lasted only a few minutes.
Unnoticed until now, Shang Yushang appeared behind He Changning, wrapping an arm around his waist and whispering softly into his ear, “Don’t be afraid—I’m here.”
He helped the still-shaken He Changning into the car and held him close in his arms as they drove off.
“You okay?” he asked gently.
“I’m fine,” He Changning said, steadying his breath. “But what on earth was that? And how are you here?”
“Yin Hao’s back in the country. He just made contact with Lin Jingxian.”
He Changning understood immediately. “So I was the target? Hah, how thoughtful of them.”
Shang Yushang tightened his arms around him. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone lay a finger on you.”
He Changning raised a brow in interest. “Since you already knew what they were up to, how are you planning to repay the favor?”
As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. The couple’s shared love for subtle vengeance ran deep—though one preferred quiet finesse, and the other enjoyed a more direct approach.
“Want to go take a look?” Shang Yushang asked with a slight smirk.
He Changning’s eyes lit up, all traces of fear now gone. “Sure, I want to see how you ‘entertain’ your childhood sweetheart.”
Shang Yushang tapped his forehead dotingly. “Stop talking nonsense. I’ve never had any childhood sweetheart. From beginning to end, it’s only ever been you.”
He Changning’s smile curved like a crescent moon. “Young Master Shang sure knows how to sweet-talk.”
Shang Yushang suddenly leaned close to whisper in his ear, “In your husband’s eyes, you’re the sweetest.” His gaze slowly swept over He Changning. “Sweet all over.”
A blush climbed rapidly up He Changning’s cheeks. He rolled his eyes. “Shameless.”
Up front, the poor driver stiffened like a board, barely managing to focus on the road. Boss, could you please not say things like that with such a straight face? It’s terrifying…
The car stopped in the underground parking lot of a hotel. The driver scrambled to open the door for the two masters, full of eager flattery—his whole face practically screamed: Take care, Master. Safe journey, Master. This humble one won’t see you off.
Ignoring the bootlicking, Shang Yushang wrapped his arm around He Changning and led him through a discreet passage to a private suite upstairs.
Inside, He Changning looked around and asked, “What’s up with that passage we just went through?”
“It’s a hidden corridor. No security cameras.”
“So, no one knows we were ever here today?”
Shang Yushang pulled him close by the waist. “No, sweetheart. As far as the world’s concerned—we were never here.” He kissed He Changning’s cheek and led him to sit in front of a computer. “Ready for the show?”
As he spoke, he handed He Changning a glass of warm milk, then fed him snacks between scenes, serving him with the utmost care.
He Changning raised a brow. “Oh? Is it that exciting?” He sipped the milk and nibbled on a pastry, visibly pleased by the familiar flavors.
“Mm-hmm. Let’s just say it might be a bit… rated R.” Shang Yushang took a tissue and gently wiped away the milk and crumbs from the corners of his mouth.
Just then, the screen lit up and audio began playing—heavy breathing, gasps, and the sound of fabric tearing.
The scene quickly devolved into chaos: three people, fully naked, tangled on a large bed. Screams, moans, pants, and the sound of bodies colliding filled the room.
Flushing furiously, He Changning turned his head away. “This is what you meant by ‘rated R’?”
Shang Yushang chuckled lowly. “Changning, you’re adorable. Can’t handle this kind of heat?” He leaned in to kiss his flushed earlobe.
Still blushing, He Changning huffed, “Who says I can’t? I just… I just don’t want to look, that’s all.” His eyes darted back to the screen for a split second before quickly darting away.
Shang Yushang pulled him into a half-embrace. “My Changning really is the innocent type. I struck gold with you.” That little gesture—so bashful and awkward—was so endearing, it made Shang Yushang’s heart ache with fondness.
He Changning gave him a light shove, trying to suppress the heat climbing up his neck. “Seriously though—why are there three people? Besides Yin Hao, who’s the other guy?”
Shang Yushang’s expression turned serious. His tone shifted to cold. “He’s the heir of Liang Real Estate. Has a disgusting fetish for young boys—especially pretty ones.” His grip on He Changning’s hand tightened. “Don’t worry, Changning. I’ll never let anyone lay a finger on you. Trust me.”
He Changning smiled faintly, his gaze filled with absolute trust and reliance. “I believe you.”
Shang Yushang kissed his soft lips. “Now comes the real show. I think you’ll enjoy this part.”
Besides the couple, the room also held Da Zhou, Xiao Wu, Xiao Liu, and Thirteen. Watching their ever-stoic young master dote on He Changning like a love-struck fool was equal parts painful and baffling. Why does he always wear that cold, deadpan face with us, but turns into such a wife-slave in front of Ning-shao?
Is it just because Ning-shao is ridiculously good-looking? …Yeah, that must be it. Accepting their lack of beauty as fate, they resigned themselves to silently doing grunt work. That thought helped balance things out a bit—until they imagined their young master smiling at them the way he smiled at He Changning… and immediately shivered. No thanks. We’ll take the poker face.
About ten minutes in, the three entangled people on screen were still completely lost in ecstasy, when suddenly the room door burst open from the outside and a swarm of people charged in.
On screen, they could clearly see members of the Yin family, several middle-aged and younger men, and—most notably—a group of tabloid reporters frantically snapping pictures like their lives depended on it.
Everyone stood frozen in shock—except the paparazzi, whose camera flashes continued to snap relentlessly. Lin Jingxian’s parents were the first to snap out of it, rushing forward to try and drag their daughter out from under the two men. But they couldn’t budge her—instead, one of the men on top of her shoved them back, sending them stumbling.
Soon, other parents joined in the chaos, and the room devolved into pure mayhem. Screams and curses rang out as people shoved each other in the cramped space. Shoes were knocked off, hair was yanked, clothes were torn, and somehow someone’s dentures even got jostled loose—landing, of all places, between Yin Hao’s butt cheeks. With his frenzied movements, the dentures bobbed up and down as if someone were biting him right there. It was both absurd and ridiculous.
He Changning completely lost it, collapsing into Shang Yushang’s arms in a fit of laughter, tears streaming from his eyes. Shang Yushang chuckled as he gently patted He Changning’s back, worried he might laugh himself into a coughing fit. “Alright, sweetheart, breathe. Don’t laugh so hard or you’ll start choking.”
Still gasping, He Changning howled, “Oh my god, that’s hilarious—Jianzhi, look! Look at the dentures on Yin Hao’s ass! Hahahaha, I can’t—this is killing me!” He slapped the sofa as he cackled.
Shang Yushang handed him a tissue to wipe his eyes. “Okay, okay, calm down. You’re crying from laughing too hard.”
Da Zhou’s face turned bright red from trying to hold back laughter. The others weren’t doing much better, their shoulders shaking uncontrollably. It was a rare sight—this level of ridiculousness wasn’t something you came across often.
Shang Yushang, not wanting his men to hurt themselves holding it in, cleared his throat. “If you want to laugh, just laugh.”
Da Zhou couldn’t hold it anymore and burst out laughing, quickly turning away to hide his face against the wall, shaking with suppressed giggles.
Even poker-faced Xiao Wu let out a soft chuckle. Xiao Liu and Thirteen, though younger and more disciplined, bowed their heads and chuckled quietly to themselves.
Once Da Zhou finally managed to control himself, he turned back. “Young Master, do we need to intervene?”
“No need,” Shang Yushang replied calmly. “Let them handle it themselves. Clip a few segments from the video and upload them online. No need to blur their faces. Let’s hope those families don’t disappoint me.”
Inside the room, no matter how chaotic the parents or the paparazzi were, the three on the bed continued their depraved entanglement, entirely lost in lust.
Realizing something was very wrong, the parents began pushing the reporters out, leaving only the families of those involved inside.
The fathers stood with their backs to the bed, too ashamed to face it. The mothers, unwilling to give up, approached and tried to physically pull their children apart.
Lin Jingxian’s mother desperately tugged at her daughter, trying to pull her out, but the girl—clearly drugged—screamed and moaned in pleasure, oblivious to everything.
Yin Hao’s grandmother and mother, Cong Min, used all their strength to pull him off the woman, but he ignored their cries. His face twisted in a grotesque expression as he violently shoved them away, resuming his thrusts without hesitation.
The Liang family faced the same resistance from their son—none of the three participants responded to reason.
At last, Lin Jingxian’s father spoke up, his face pale. “They’ve definitely been drugged. Forcing them apart could be dangerous.”
His wife sobbed, “Then what do we do? If this keeps going, Jingxian’s life will be ruined! Do something, please!”
He sighed in defeat. “What can I do? Either way, she’s finished.”
His wife broke down completely, sobbing uncontrollably. She knew her husband had already given up on their daughter, but as a mother, she couldn’t. She pleaded, “Please, think of something. She’s still so young—she can’t end like this. Please, I’m begging you, save her!”
Annoyed by her desperation and fed up with the public disgrace already suffered today, Lin Father snapped, “What do you expect me to do? She made her bed—let her lie in it. Focus on protecting the family’s reputation. Don’t let this affect the boys.”
In prestigious families like theirs, daughters were merely tools—used to secure alliances and bring benefits to the household. It was always the sons, with their potential to carry on the family name and business, who were truly valued. When honor and profit were on the line, it was almost always the girls who got sacrificed.
