Wanting you to be rough with him, hoping you’d break him—even if he were completely shattered, it seemed to be tacitly allowed.
Fu E and Fu Zhong’s faces began to flush.
Sui Yuye broke free from them, tearing off his shirt and jacket. “If there’s nothing wrong, don’t stare. I don’t have any fractures, so there’s no need to go to the hospital.”
They snapped back to reality and tried to help Sui Yuye up.
A bodyguard hurried over and said to Fu E and Fu Zhong, “Young Masters, Master Fu has arrived. He wants both of you to come downstairs immediately.”
Fu E frowned slightly. “Wait a moment.”
“Well… Master Fu has something very important to discuss with you two. It wouldn’t be good to be late.”
Seeing this, Sui Yuye plopped back down on the ground, withdrawing his hand. “You go ahead. I should be able to stand up on my own in a bit.”
It was probably just a sprained ankle.
Fu Zhong worried, “But…”
“It’s fine, go. Don’t worry about me.” Sui Yuye waved his hand. “Carrying me would waste too much time. Important matters come first.”
They fell silent for a moment before Fu E finally said, “We’ll be right back. Wait here for us and don’t wander off.”
They turned to follow the bodyguard.
“Fu E, Fu Zhong.” Sui Yuye called out to them.
The two immediately turned back.
Sui Yuye crooked a finger at them.
They obediently walked over, and Sui Yuye pulled them close, grabbing a handful of candies and stuffing them into their hands. “Take these. I’m worried you might get low blood sugar.”
“Alright, go now.” Sui Yuye said.
Seeing the candies, they were momentarily stunned.
“…Wait for us. We’ll be back soon,” Fu E said.
Sui Yuye nodded. Only after their figures disappeared from sight did his calm facade finally crack, his expression twisting as he sucked in a sharp breath from the pain in his ankle.
Once the pain subsided a little, he shifted his body to lean against the wall.
He never expected Fu E and Fu Zhong to actually be part of the underworld—even their gun-handling stances were so practiced.
Sui Yuye took out his phone and only now noticed Jiao Shu’s unread message. He read it, and his face instantly fell.
Wasn’t this just too damn coincidental? He really did sprain his ankle.
Although he believed it was just a coincidence, as if guided by some unseen force, he still typed a string of words into the input box.
Sui Yuye: 【What did the man who locked me up in the dream look like?】
Jiao Shu: 【Couldn’t see his face clearly, but he felt terrifying. It seemed like he had a mole under his eye.】
“…A mole?” Sui Yuye murmured.
“Tap.”
The sound of footsteps reached his ears, and Sui Yuye looked up.
A man approached, one hand in his pocket, the other hanging down with a cigarette between his fingers. From head to toe, he exuded perfection, yet it only gave off a sense of danger.
He tossed the cigarette to the ground, his gaze lowering with undisguised aggression and amusement. “Need help?”
Right below Quan Wangcheng’s dark pupils, a mole swayed into Sui Yuye’s line of sight.
Downstairs in the lobby, the supposedly bedridden and dying Master Fu was now in excellent spirits, laughing and chatting with others, showing no signs of being on death’s door.
Fu Zhong clenched the candies in his hand. “You were faking your illness?!”
Seeing his two sons, Master Fu spoke with robust energy, “If I didn’t fake it, would you two troublemakers have obediently attended management classes? With such a huge family business, do you really expect this old bone of mine to shoulder it alone until I’m in my coffin?”
Fu E: “It seems you’re fine, then. We’ll head back upstairs.”
The two turned to leave. Sui Yuye was still upstairs with an injured foot, and they didn’t want to keep him waiting too long—it wouldn’t be good if someone else got there first.
“Stop right there!”
Fu Zhong rapped his cane and scolded, “Is there treasure hidden upstairs, or are your wives tied up there? Get back here! We haven’t finished discussing the important matters—what kind of behavior is this!”
Fu E and Fu Zhong froze stiffly in their tracks, reluctantly turning back.
They had absolutely no desire to inherit anything related to the underworld.
Chu Mingsi had just come down the stairs when he stepped on something underfoot.
Looking down, he saw it was a phone.
As he picked it up, two other voices suddenly rang out. Fu E and Fu Zhong rushed upstairs, both scanning their surroundings. Fu Zhong’s steps halted:
“…Sui Yuye?”
Sui Yuye was gone.
Fu E walked over to where Sui Yuye had originally been sitting, only to find Chu Mingsi there. “Have you seen Sui Yuye?”
“You’re looking for him? I haven’t seen anyone, but is this his phone?” Chu Mingsi raised the phone in his hand.
Fu E took it and looked—both their expressions abruptly changed.
Fu Zhong: “He clearly promised to wait for us. With his leg injured, how could he…” His words cut off abruptly, as if he had guessed what had happened.
Fu E said grimly, “Was it those two from the Jiang Family?”
Chu Mingsi glanced around, catching sight of a cigarette on the ground. His gaze lingered for two seconds before he looked away and said, “I think I know who took him.”
“Who?!”
The night was as dark as ink, dotted with bright lights like pearls. A helicopter circled high above, and below sprawled an expansive mountainside estate. Sui Yuye sat with his hands bound behind his back, facing away from the door, half his body leaning out of the helicopter.
His collar was gripped by Quan Wangcheng, keeping him from falling out of the helicopter.
If Quan Wangcheng let go, he would plummet to his death.
That deep voice sounded both pleasant and cruel: “You can try begging me.”
Sui Yuye found it laughable. He looked up and sneered, “Quan Wangcheng, you’re used to being high and mighty, aren’t you? Thinking everyone will beg you? Who do you think you are?”
The turbulent air whipped at their clothes, his body dangling precariously. Quan Wangcheng found no fear on that face, only a mocking glint beneath disheveled hair.
Quan Wangcheng: “I hope you’ll still say that when I let go later.”
Sui Yuye scoffed, “Then do you dare let go?”
“I do. But do you dare to die?”
Sui Yuye flashed a smile that bordered on madness, wrapping his legs around Quan Wangcheng’s waist and clinging tightly to him. “Sure, go ahead and let go. Guess whether I can drag you down with me.”
Neither of them had any safety measures.
Sui Yuye deliberately struggled outward again, his center of gravity suspended in midair, legs still hooked around Quan Wangcheng. He looked up at the other man, his smile dazzling and audacious:
“I’m not afraid of dying, but I’d be pretty upset if I didn’t have someone to keep me company.”
“Kidnapping a worthless bodyguard like me, and you even go for the high-altitude play? I’m just wondering—you haven’t used a single command on me since you took me. Could it be…”
Sui Yuye teased, “You’re not Rom, are you?”
Quan Wangcheng showed no reaction, loosening his grip on Sui Yuye’s collar slightly. But Sui Yuye tightened his legs around him, causing Quan Wangcheng’s body to tilt downward as well.
Sui Yuye tensed all over as he was suddenly yanked back.
He fell into Quan Wangcheng’s arms. With his hands bound behind his back, he couldn’t create distance right away, making it look as though he were nestled against Quan Wangcheng’s chest.
“You’re holding on quite tightly,” Quan Wangcheng remarked, looking down.
Sui Yuye opened his mouth to curse, but his body suddenly felt weightless as a sense of freefall surged through him. Quan Wangcheng grabbed him and leaped directly from the helicopter.
Sui Yuye’s voice caught in his throat, his eyes wide with shock.
The howling wind tangled their dark hair together, blurring the line between them. Quan Wangcheng tightened his grip on the person beneath him, lowering his gaze to see what expression of despair and misery would appear on that face.
But there was nothing.
Sui Yuye’s face was turned to the side, his jaw clenched tightly, his complexion pale. Yet his eyes burned with a fierce intensity in the dim light, fixed unwaveringly on Quan Wangcheng, as if even being pushed to the brink held no threat to him.
Quan Wangcheng’s eyes widened slightly.
“Plop—!”
A huge splash erupted in the swimming pool.
The helicopter had actually descended long ago, hovering at a height barely above the pool’s diving level.
Sui Yuye felt the icy water engulf his mouth and nose. Just as he tried to struggle to the surface, his arm was suddenly pulled up.
“Cough! Cough!”
A soft sensation brushed against his face, like a towel, wiping away the water and helping him untie the ropes.
Sui Yuye forced his eyes open and saw a man wearing large black-framed glasses. He froze for a moment before immediately pushing Chu Mingsi away and climbing out of the pool, but forgetting the injury on his ankle, he stumbled and fell back down.
“Careful,” Chu Mingsi asked. “Are you alright?”
Chu Mingsi gently cupped his face, brushing aside his wet hair, and saw his exhausted, trembling state.
This wasn’t fun anymore.
Chu Mingsi draped a towel over him and stood up, addressing Quan Wangcheng, “You went too far this time. You scared him.”
Quan Wangcheng: “Scared him?”
“Can’t you see? He—”
“Bang!!”
A wine bottle flew through the air and smashed against Quan Wangcheng’s head. Wine mixed with blood streamed down, glass shards falling onto his shoulders, dripping and shocking to behold.
Chu Mingsi’s eyes widened slightly as he turned to look behind him.
Sui Yuye was standing, one foot barely touching the ground. He weighed the wine glass in his hand, his eyes sharp with ferocity:
“At this level, you’re not even qualified.”
Chu Mingsi stared at him in a daze, his lips unconsciously curving into a smile. The Rom trait within him stirred with excitement, making his eyes gleam.