The man’s sudden display of possessiveness honestly left Chen Zhao stunned for a couple of seconds.
However, he reacted quickly, tilting his head up to prove his loyalty. “Of course! I’ll only wear it for you, Gege. No other man is allowed to see.”
Qin Er’s eyes darkened, his gaze falling onto Chen Zhao’s lips, lingering briefly. “Go get some rest.”
“Alright! Love you, Gege! Be careful on your way, and I hope work isn’t busy at all today!”
After acting cute, Chen Zhao scampered back to his room.
What a sweet mouth, Qin Er thought.
He wondered if that little mouth tasted just as sweet.
Meanwhile, Chen Zhao took off the wig to let his head breathe. “Phew, it’s so hot.”
He immediately sent a screenshot of the money transfer to the WeChat group chat.
Shiri: [ (Image) Look!! ]
Meng Meng: [ Holy crap, what a rich guy!! 50,000 yuan!! ]
Yu Zhou: [ Who dropped my money here? ]
Meng Meng: [ Dr. Qin sure is generous with his money. ]
Yu Zhou: [ If he weren’t generous, could he have poached someone’s girlfriend? ]
Meng Meng: [ You’re right! ]
Thinking of Lili, Chen Zhao didn’t feel much anymore, all that remained was a desire for revenge. He opened WeChat and switched to his alt account.
A few days ago, he had added Lili on WeChat under the guise of a beauty salon consultant, just to keep tabs on her and Qin Er.
Chen Zhao tapped in and saw that Lili had posted a Moment on her feed a few days prior.
Lily: [ Thank you Dr. Qin for the bag, a truly perfect date~ ]
In the photo, Lili sat happily across the table, looking at the person taking the picture. On the table was a beautifully plated meal and a Chanel bag.
Chen Zhao was completely dumbfounded.
This Qin Er, his daily workload was so busy, so when on earth did he find the time to go out for dinner with Lili?! And even buy her a bag?!
This scum couple, he was definitely not going to let them off!
However much money Lili extorted from him, Chen Zhao was going to double it. As long as he got more than her, that was all that mattered!
It would be best to drain Qin Er completely dry so he couldn’t poach anyone else’s girlfriend ever again!
Today was quite busy. Qin Er didn’t return home at noon, yet the girl hadn’t called him all day either.
Shen Muxin watched Qin Er stare blankly at his phone several times. “Are you waiting for a message from your girlfriend?”
Qin Er snapped back to reality and replied coldly, “No.”
Shen Muxin asked, “Is it that girl?”
Qin Er: ?
Shen Muxin exclaimed, “I knew it! Qin Er, don’t tell me an old tree like you is finally blossoming and you actually like the girl?”
Qin Er closed his medical chart folder. “No comment. If you’re so free, why don’t you go check on the wards again?”
“Ah? No need, no need! The chief did a big ward round this morning that took two whole hours. I haven’t even finished my work yet, looks like I’ll have to work overtime,” Shen Muxin sighed.
“Mm.” Qin Er stood up. “I’m clocking off.”
Shen Muxin: “You finished everything already?”
Qin Er gave him a faint glance, then walked out amidst Shen Muxin’s wails of despair.
It had just rained, and the air was humid and muggy. Water droplets accumulated on the leaves dripped down constantly.
Qin Er walked to his doorstep. Before he could scan his fingerprint, he felt that something was off.
He turned his head, the door to Chen Wan’s apartment was wide open.
Qin Er walked over. “Chen Wan?”
There was no answer, but out of the corner of his eye, Qin Er spotted a small note on the door.
[If Gege comes back, just come in! Chen Wan]
Peeling off the sticky note with his fingers and holding it in his palm, a tingling sensation washed over Qin Er’s brain.
Stepping into Chen Wan’s apartment in his thin soled leather shoes, he wiped his feet on the mat. Qin Er loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a patch of firm muscle, the tie hanging loosely around his neck.
Qin Er walked inside, looking for the girl’s figure. His eyes caught a bundle on the sofa, and once he saw it clearly, his breath hitched.
The girl was wearing a thin, semi sheer fitted nightgown, lying stomach down on the sofa. Her body curves rose and fell like rolling hills.
Her waterfall like long hair cascaded down, partially obscuring her eyes and brows, exposing only a section of her pinkish white chin. Her mouth was slightly open as she breathed.
A jolt like electricity ran through Qin Er. Deep in his heart, a tree that had been dormant for many years, perhaps even on the verge of withering, silently revived, sprouting new leaves and tender buds.
Chen Zhao had been lying on the sofa for almost half an hour.
He had timed Qin Er’s usual return home, quickly styled himself, posed alluringly on the sofa, and deliberately left the door open to give Qin Er a subtle hint.
Hearing Qin Er enter and the distinct pause in his footsteps, Chen Zhao felt secret glee in his heart.
Stunned, aren’t you? Tempted by yours truly? Little guy, can I really not handle you?
He couldn’t open his eyes, so he didn’t know what expression Qin Er had right now, nor did he know what Qin Er would do next.
Chen Zhao’s ears twitched as he listened carefully to the movement around him.
He heard Qin Er walking over.
The footsteps drew closer and closer, seemingly stopping right in front of him.
Chen Zhao swallowed his saliva, wondering why Qin Er wasn’t saying anything.
He had even prepared a prop, a blanket placed right beside him.
Maybe Qin Er would think he was cold and kindly cover him up.
With that thought in mind, Chen Zhao kept his eyes closed, waiting for Qin Er to cover him with the blanket.
Suddenly…
SLAP!!
A crisp, loud spank echoed through the living room.
Chen Zhao snapped his eyes open, meeting a dark, heavy gaze.
Following the shock was a belated, burning sting of pain.
“You!” In his fright, Chen Zhao almost forgot to pitch his voice high and feminine.
“You actually spanked my butt!” He covered his backside, filled with shame and anger.
Dammit! In his entire life, no one had ever spanked his butt, not even his dad! But Qin Er actually did! He actually did!
How dare you!
Light reflected off the silver rimmed glasses. “Wear something this thin next time, and I’ll hit you again.”
“!!!”
“Will you dare do it again?”
“N-No, I won’t…” Looking into Qin Er’s dark, brooding eyes, Chen Zhao unexpectedly couldn’t talk back. As if under a spell, he obeyed meekly.
He picked up the blanket on the sofa, wrapped it around himself like a bath towel, and scurried back into his room on tiptoes, slamming the door shut.
His heart beat like a thunderous drum. Leaning his back against the bedroom door, Chen Zhao’s breathing was rapid.
Damn old man!
My butt hurts so much.
Chen Zhao shed the blanket, laid face down on the door, lifted the edge of his skirt, and twisted his head to look back.
It was spanked red and swollen!!
Damn that Qin Er, he hit so hard!
Chen Zhao crumpled the blanket into a ball, threw it onto the bed, and flopped into the bedding, airing out his bright red butt in front of the air conditioner.
The phone in front of him vibrated. Chen Meng was checking in on his progress already.
Meng Meng: [ Cousin, how did Dr. Qin react? Did his dick explode?! ]
Shiri: [ I don’t know if his exploded, but my butt definitely exploded. ]
Meng Meng: [ What happened?! ]
Fuming with rage, Chen Zhao started a voice call with Chen Meng to explain. Chen Meng was shocked. “Oh my god, does he have sadomasochistic tendencies?!”
“What sadomasochistic?! This is a humiliation!”
He was a dignified straight guy, reduced to this! Chen Zhao was furious.
“Calm down. Since things have gotten to this point, the fact that Qin Er treated you like this shows he no longer has much guard up against you.”
Chen Zhao’s mind cleared up. “You’re right!”
What’s a mere butt spanking? Han Xin could endure the humiliation of crawling between someone’s legs. I, Chen Zhao, can certainly endure the humiliation of a spanked butt!
Chen Meng: “That’s the spirit! Endure a bit longer, strike while the iron is hot, and take him down!”
The flame inside Chen Zhao’s heart flared up fiercely once more.
I already took the spanking. I can’t give up now, or all my efforts will go down the drain.
Not long after hanging up the phone, a knock sounded at his bedroom door. Behind the door, Qin Er asked, “Wanwan, what do you want to eat?”
Qin Er called him Wanwan?
This was the first time he had ever called him Wanwan.
Chen Zhao sat up, thinking that his butt hadn’t been beaten for nothing, his progress in conquering Qin Er had made a massive leap forward.
He scrambled to get up and put on clothes. “Anything, I’m fine with whatever! Gege, you go ahead first, I’ll be there in a bit!”
A few dozen minutes later, Chen Zhao slowly shuffled from his own home to Qin Er’s place, seeing Qin Er plating food at the dining table.
The man was dressed in a sharp suit, though his tie was now off and his sleeves were rolled up past his elbows, revealing bulging blue veins on his forearms. Seeing him come over, Qin Er pulled out a chair as a matter of course. “Sit.”
Chen Zhao had put on a pink nightdress. As he walked over, the hem of his dress swayed, and as he passed by the man, he lightly tossed his hair.
Strands of hair brushed past the man’s nose, carrying a pleasant scent of shampoo.
Chen Zhao sat down, only to immediately spring right back up.
Qin Er raised his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Chen Zhao said, “Gege, how can you ask what’s wrong? You hit me so hard earlier, I can’t even sit down.”
“I’m a girl, couldn’t you have used a lighter touch?”
He actually only asked him to use a lighter touch, rather than telling him not to hit at all.
Qin Er gritted his back teeth.
Truly, no one is more flirtatious than her.
Chen Zhao sat down coyly, keeping his eyes on Qin Er while eating. Whenever the old man cast his gaze over, he would instantly look away, pretending he hadn’t done anything.
The darker Qin Er’s eyes grew, the more triumphant Chen Zhao felt inside.
After finishing dinner, Chen Zhao used the excuse of borrowing the bathroom.
Seeing Qin Er’s searching gaze, Chen Zhao said plausibly, “My place doesn’t have hot water again.”
Qin Er turned on the water heater for Chen Zhao. “Go on in.”
“Thank you, Gege. I’m going in now!”
Soon, the sound of pitter-pattering water came from the bathroom. Qin Er sat on the sofa, his eyes fixed on a medical guide, but his ears couldn’t help listening to the movement inside. Snapping back to his senses, he closed his eyes and forced his concentration onto the book.
Half an hour later.
“Gege…” The bathroom door opened a crack, revealing a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes that blinked at him.
Qin Er finished reading a treatment plan and took a moment to look up. “Mm?”
“I forgot to bring my towel… Gege, could you help me get it?” a soft, tender voice called out.
Qin Er’s breath hitched. He raised his eyes, the girl stood behind the door, her delicate, white fingers clutching the doorframe, her peach blossom eyes peeking out shyly in an inviting yet coy manner.
Asking him to get her a bath towel meant that the girl was currently completely unclothed, standing right behind the door without any fear that he might suddenly burst in.
“Where is the towel?”
“At my place, hanging on the balcony.”
Qin Er set his book down and walked over to Chen Zhao’s apartment. They lived in the same building, so the layout of the apartments was identical, with the balcony in the exact same spot. Qin Er walked over and pulled back the curtain, only for the sight before him to leave him stunned once more.
Hanging on the balcony were white lace panties and a bra, swaying gently in the breeze.
As the wind blew past, a faint scent belonging to a young girl seemed to waft through the air.
It wasn’t until a cat’s meow sounded from downstairs that Qin Er realized he had been standing on the balcony for a long time. He took the bath towel and headed back.
Chen Zhao was still leaning against the door crack, staring straight at Qin Er.
“The towel.”
“Thank you, Gege.” A fair, tender arm reached out from behind the door.
Having just taken a shower, the arm glowed brilliantly white, surrounded by warm mist and carrying the scent of body wash.
The fingernails held a faint pink tint, clean crescent moons resting on them. The slender fingers pinched the towel, her fingernails intentionally or unintentionally brushing across Qin Er’s fingertips.
A strange current of electricity shot out from the fingertips, coursing through his whole body.
Qin Er suppressed the dark obscurity in his eyes and turned back to the sofa.
Chen Zhao closed the bathroom door, wearing an evil expression on his face. Hehehe.
He wrapped the towel around himself, stuffed six breast pads inside, and carried a washbasin out.
Qin Er picked up his glass cup, only to see the girl emerge wrapped in the bath towel. The sight of her youthful skin nearly scorched his eyes.
Chen Zhao set the basin down, wrapped in the towel, taking long strides toward him. “Gege, what are you drinking?”
Qin Er glanced at the orange-red liquid in the glass cup. “Wine.”
The girl’s reflection hovered on the glass cup. Chen Zhao sat down beside him, lifted his slender ankle, and hooked the panties from his ankle up to his thighs.
Qin Er’s breathing abruptly grew ragged, his pupils contracting violently as he watched the girl pull on her underwear.
With her movements, the towel shifted upward, almost exposing the very base of her thighs. Chen Zhao quickly lifted his hips to pull them on, and the bath towel fell back down, concealing that mysterious triangular area completely.
“Gege, what are you looking at?” Chen Zhao tugged at the bath towel sheepishly, pouting at him. “Rogue.”
Qin Er withdrew his gaze and swirled the wine. “Want a taste?”
“I’ve never drunk alcohol before. Will I get drunk?”
“Take a sip.”
“Mm!”
Just as Qin Er was about to fetch a clean glass for Chen Zhao, his hand went empty the next second.
Chen Zhao took his glass and stuck out a tiny pink tongue, licking the rim of the cup.
“Pui, pui, pui! So spicy, it’s killing Mengmeng with spice!” Chen Zhao stuck his tongue out, tears welling in his eyes.
“If it’s spicy, don’t drink it.” Qin Er took the cup back.
Chen Zhao licked his lips. His lips were glistening wet, like cherries coated in morning dew.
“Alright then, I’ll listen to Gege. It’s getting late, I’m going back to get my beauty sleep!”
Chen Zhao stood up and walked into his apartment, turning around. “Goodnight, Gege.” He closed the front door.
Qin Er retracted his gaze, looking down at the rim of the glass Chen Zhao had just licked.
He downed the remaining alcohol in one gulp. As the spicy liquor slid down his throat, something deep in his heart was catalyzed.
His phone vibrated twice, it was Qin Fang.
Qin Fang: [ Tomorrow is your grandfather’s 90th birthday. Don’t be late. ]
Looking at this line of text, Qin Er let out a cold sneer.
Shatter!
The glass cup was crushed in his grip, shattering into pieces. Blood flowed down the man’s palm, dripping down drop by drop, soaking into the wool carpet.