Jiang Guiting nodded gently.
Sui Yuye remembered asking Fu Zhong and Fu E about it, only learning that the Fu Family and Jiang Family had a very poor relationship, but the specific reasons weren’t disclosed to him.
“Are you also part of the underworld?” he asked.
“No way, do we look like it?” Jiang Guiting sighed, resting his chin on his hand. “We’re on the White Path.”
A question mark popped up in Sui Yuye’s mind.
“You can think of us as the side dedicated to sweeping away evil and eliminating darkness.”
Sui Yuye suddenly had an idea. Since these two were on the righteous side and from White City, could they take him out? Maybe he could even follow them to White City?
“Didn’t you say you needed my help?” Jiang Guixi said.
Sui Yuye’s heart skipped a beat. “That’s not…”
“Look.”
Sui Yuye met those vertical pupils, unable to look away.
“So it’s a Switch. Even better, we’re both high-level Roms,” Jiang Guiting’s voice chimed in from the side.
He pinched Sui Yuye’s chin and examined it, his fingers sliding down gently to hook onto the metal ring at the front of the collar. With a slight tug, Sui Yuye was pulled closer.
The distance was now close enough for their breaths to mingle. Jiang Guiting didn’t mind—in fact, he seemed to want it this way. “Quan Wangcheng put this on you, didn’t he? But it seems he hasn’t fully tamed you yet.”
Sui Yuye didn’t resist, only falling silent for a moment before taking a deep breath. “How about we make a deal?”
“Hmm?”
“You find a way to take me out of Venus, out of Fan City. In exchange, I’ll be your Cub for a month.”
Both of them froze.
They realized Sui Yuye’s expression at that moment was truly fascinating.
His hesitant gaze looked up at you, afraid you might abandon him, as if no matter how much you pushed him, he’d never think of leaving. His tone feigned calmness, waiting for you to peel back the layers and reveal his true self.
But—
“…Wait, something still seems off?” Jiang Guiting murmured.
“He’s missing the willingness. It’s like he doesn’t think he belongs to anyone,” Jiang Guixi said.
Jiang Guiting: “That won’t do, will it? What good does it do him to deny he has no power to resist?”
Jiang Guixi: “Maybe there’s something keeping him going until now?”
Seeing them discuss him openly, Sui Yuye’s face darkened instantly. “Do you really have to talk about me right in front of me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll back out?”
Hearing this, their eyes returned to his face, and all their previous thoughts were instantly overturned.
What if that missing piece was something they could shatter?
Wasn’t an untamable person just waiting for someone who could tame them? Wouldn’t it be enticing to be the one to dominate him, to personally shatter his first time?
Sui Yuye saw them smile faintly again, a dark and dangerous smile that sent an inexplicable chill down the back of his neck.
Before he could speak, Jiang Guixi said, “As much as I’d love to accept your deal, unfortunately, we can’t.”
“Why not?”
“We’re not members of Venus, nor are we from Fan City. We don’t have much say here.”
The light in Sui Yuye’s eyes dimmed instantly, though it was fleeting. They caught it, and it only thrilled them.
“But there might be someone who can help you get out,” Jiang Guixi said.
“Who?”
“The owner of Venus.”
Jiang Guixi turned around and looked at the half-open door. “He should be here soon.”
Not long after, the door was pushed open, and Sui Yuye saw a man walk in.
His brow bone was high, his eye sockets slightly sunken, and his swept-back bangs accentuated the striking features of his face. He had the perfect face for an intellectual attraction—mature enough to be more captivating than a top-tier fashion model.
But a second glance would make one feel deceived. The indifference and aloofness in his eyes were intimidating.
Jiang Guiting explained the situation on his behalf, though Sui Yuye didn’t quite understand why Quan Wangcheng was being emphasized.
Mr. Song sat on the sofa, his knuckles supporting his cheek, his index finger resting on his temple. His aura, though restrained, was formidable.
After listening, he nodded. “Agreed.”
Sui Yuye hadn’t expected him to agree so quickly. “What do you need?”
Mr. Song: “Nothing.”
“Thank you.” Sui Yuye stood up. “Please take me to Quan Wangcheng’s house.”
He wanted to give Quan Wangcheng a gift.
Time passed, and a notification popped up on Jiang Guixi’s phone. He picked it up, glanced at it, and his finger paused while scrolling:
“Quan Wangcheng’s estate has been set on fire.”
The air grew still.
“Really burned? He’s got some nerve. That estate of Quan Wangcheng’s is worth 4 billion. How much of a loss is this?” A flicker of amusement crossed Jiang Guiting’s eyes, tinged with schadenfreude.
“It’s already made headlines.” Jiang Guixi turned the screen toward him.
Jiang Guiting withdrew his gaze, his peripheral vision catching Mr. Song beside him. His expression remained unchanged, but the corner of his mouth, where his finger rested, lifted slightly as if he were smiling. Yet Mr. Song said nothing, gazing out at the nightscape beyond the window.
The fire raged on.
The car door swung open abruptly, and Quan Wangcheng stepped out.
The flames reflected in his pitch-black pupils, dancing wildly. The blaze dyed half the night sky red, and the estate’s silhouette twisted and warped in the sea of fire.
The driver stood trembling beside him, cautiously glancing at Quan Wangcheng.
Strangely, there was no sign of anger at all.
Quan Wangcheng watched quietly as this place that belonged to him gradually turned to ruins. The heat waves stirred his bangs, casting flickering shadows across his straight nose bridge.
The corners of his mouth slowly curved upward.
The smile widened along with his eyes, his dark pupils trembling faintly under the firelight. Quan Wangcheng couldn’t help but laugh—a low, rumbling sound that seemed filled with pleasure and excitement. His expression could even be described as frenzied.
But the madness quickly faded, because he had already made up his mind. He had changed his mind.
He was going to fuck him to death.
Turn those gritted-teeth curses into choked sobs, force that stubbornly straightened spine to bend, make him realize clearly that no matter how defiant he was, he could only lie beneath him and endure everything.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Quan Wangcheng pressed the answer button.
“Quan Wangcheng, I heard today is your birthday. Do you like the gift I sent you?” Sui Yuye’s tone was light and cheerful.
“I do.”
Sui Yuye: ?
Sui Yuye’s eye twitched. This lunatic.
Quan Wangcheng: “Does my jacket fit you well?”
Sui Yuye instinctively looked down. The jacket he was wearing was indeed the one he had taken from Quan Wangcheng. At the question, he thought about taking it off, but a cold gust of wind blew in, so he decided to remove it later.
“Sui Yuye.” Quan Wangcheng called his name, staring at the sea of fire before him:
“Don’t let me catch you.”
Sui Yuye’s body trembled inexplicably. That magnetic, deep voice felt as if Quan Wangcheng were whispering right into his ear, his arms restraining his body—both eerie and terrifying, the exhaled warmth becoming startlingly real.
“Don’t worry, I’m not foolish enough to stand still and wait for you to catch me.” Sui Yuye hung up the phone.
Mr. Song: “Quan Wangcheng has always been searching for something that can never be shattered or broken, but such a thing cannot be found in a person. However, Quan Wangcheng has probably found it now.”
Jiang Guixi: “But Sui Yuye burned down his 4-billion-yuan estate. Given Quan Wangcheng’s personality, that should be interpreted as a provocation.”
Mr. Song shook his head: “Spending 4 billion to find what he wants—for him, it’s worth it.”
“We should also return to White City. There will be plenty of fun soon.” Jiang Guiting had no intention of staying longer.
“Is this his?” Mr. Song asked.
The two looked at the object in his hand—a silver earring, its luster under the light exuding a distinct quality. It had fallen from Sui Yuye’s ear.
Jiang Guiting: “Give it to me. I’ll return it to him when I see him.”
But Mr. Song clenched the earring in his palm and withdrew it.
Seeing this, Jiang Guiting narrowed his eyes: “Song Zhuojin, don’t tell me you’re one too?”
Song Zhuojin: “Hard to say.”