The next day.
When Lin Yue Shu woke up, his head was spinning like a merry-go-round. His throat was sore, dry as if it were on fire. Instinctively, he reached out to the side, propping himself up to see that Huo Yi Sen had left at some point.
Lin Yue Shu sighed. What a pity, he thought he could enjoy another round of morning wood when he opened his eyes.
Lin Yue Shu went into the bathroom to admire last night’s battle scars in the mirror. It was a mess, like a ragged cloth. The whole room bore traces of their pleasure, from the disheveled bed missing its blanket, to the handprints on the floor-to-ceiling windows, to the overturned vase on the table, and—
Lin Yue Shu leaned closer to the mirror. No protection, so it ended up on his face.
Feeling pleased, he took a shower, happily had breakfast, and blocked the monkey who texted him insults.
With nothing to do, Lin Yue Shu swung his legs back and forth, hugging the blanket that Huo Yi Sen had used, smelling and kissing it until night fell.
Room service came by to ask if he wanted to extend his stay. He didn’t know where else he could go, but he was also aware that the original owner’s bank account was too poor to support continued enjoyment at the hotel.
So he sent a message to “Cheap Beast No. 1”:
“I’m going home now.”
As expected, there was no response. Lin Yue Shu used the ride-hailing records on the original owner’s phone to get the address.
On the bus ride back, he saw a gold shop, got off, and went inside to spend thirty bucks to get a tongue piercing.
The feeling was just like when Huo Yi Sen entered him—painful yet pleasurable, another wonderful experience.
But the balance, 70-30.
Recalling the original setting, the original owner’s husband was a professional manager at Hain Group, hired by Huo Yi Sen with an annual salary of tens of millions. The house they lived in was a small villa provided by the company, located in the most bustling area of the city.
Back home, Lin Yue Shu met the legendary cuckold. Although he wasn’t sensitive to appearances, he could tell good from bad. From the original text’s description, he thought the husband was a sleazy guy, but he turned out to be quite decent-looking and refined.
Just like in the book, when Lin Yue Shu returned, the husband, Shao Cheng Yan, sat at the table drinking tea, as if Lin Yue Shu didn’t exist, not even sparing him a glance.
Lin Yue Shu sneered and turned to go upstairs.
“Where were you last night?” Shao Cheng Yan finally spoke.
Having read the original text thoroughly, Lin Yue Shu knew Shao Cheng Yan had to ask this question.
Because next, he would send the original owner to his boss’s house, where the hideous gardener would drag him to the garden for some fun.
Lin Yue Shu kept it brief, playing along with him:
“Discussing the script with the director took too long, so I stayed at the hotel.”
“Oh?” Shao Cheng Yan raised an eyebrow, “Didn’t you also text saying the director seemed like a bad guy and you were scared?”
Lin Yue Shu chuckled inwardly, putting on a flustered look:
“You knew…”
Shao Cheng Yan’s neck veins twitched, and he looked up at Lin Yue Shu.
Last night, he was in the room next to 1208. Although the soundproofing was good, Lin Yue Shu’s cries still penetrated the walls.
He imagined that monkey in human skin going wild, while Lin Yue Shu was disgusted by his face but had to cooperate.
Shao Cheng Yan snapped back to reality, glanced at Lin Yue Shu, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. His cheap wife seemed different somehow.
He used to think the other was plain and unremarkable, not even a fraction as attractive as Ling Man. But today, whether it was his eyes playing tricks or something else, he found Lin Yue Shu’s slender waist quite appealing, and his skin was as tender as tofu, as if it would break with a gentle pinch.
Shao Cheng Yan crossed his long legs and shook the newspaper:
“Feel free to fool around with whoever you want, no need to tell me, I’m not interested.”
Lin Yue Shu pouted. Not interested, yet so eager. If he were interested, wouldn’t he be calling out himself?
“And,” Shao Cheng Yan suddenly added, “Mid-Autumn Festival is coming up. I need to visit Representative Huo’s house. My assistant is busy that day, so you’ll come with me.”
“Oh, okay.”
“And in front of outsiders, don’t talk about our relationship.”
Lin Yue Shu chuckled softly, “Got it.”
He really wanted to laugh out loud. What assistant is busy? Going to visit alone wouldn’t kill him. He just had his eye on the hideous old gardener at the Huo family.
Where did this little thing learn such a kink?
*
Lin Yue Shu mostly stayed at home, not stepping out, locking himself in his room watching macho movies.
Occasionally, he overheard the maids in the hallway talking about the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, reminding him he wasn’t here for a vacation.
He immediately opened Taobao, picked and chose, and settled on something within the forty-dollar range, then paid.
On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lin Yue Shu rummaged through the original owner’s closet and finally picked out a thin turtleneck suitable for October. The material was poor and itchy on the neck, but it was the only decent thing in the original owner’s wardrobe.
After changing, he stuck out his tongue in front of the mirror to check the tongue piercing he got a few days ago.
It was still a bit red and swollen, but not as painful.
Downstairs, Shao Cheng Yan was already waiting at the door, dressed in a deep blue suit with gold-rimmed glasses, looking quite dashing.
Shao Cheng Yan glanced at Lin Yue Shu.
Even a turtleneck couldn’t completely hide his long neck, the dark red against his snow-white skin, extremely red and white, almost bursting out of the screen.
The light brown high-waisted pants outlined a slim and proper right-angled hip, with two round and perky buttocks.
Shao Cheng Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
“Let’s go.” Shao Cheng Yan quickly averted his gaze and turned his head.
…
Half an hour later, Lin Yue Shu finally saw the legendary house of the big conglomerate family.
Recalling his own somewhat tacky little villa, Lin Yue Shu couldn’t help but sigh at how nice it was to be rich.
Upon entering, Lin Yue Shu was stunned.
Everyone in the house, from the head of the family to the maids, looked like they came off the same assembly line.
Lin Yue Shu rubbed his forehead. His face blindness was acting up again. He really hated remembering other people’s faces.
A maid welcomed them inside, and then an old man with a different aura came down, saying he was the current chairman of Hain Group and also Huo Yi Sen’s father.
Amidst the boring small talk, Lin Yue Shu began to look around, trying to find a face that didn’t look so similar among these assembly line dolls.
Seeing how bored he was, Shao Cheng Yan pretended to be understanding:
“If you’re really bored, you can take a walk in the garden. The garden personally tended by Chairman Huo is a rare sight in a hundred years. You can see all kinds of rare plants, those you’ve heard of and those you haven’t.”
Chairman Huo followed with a hearty laugh:
“General Manager Shao is too kind. Since there’s still some time before dinner, this assistant might as well take a look around.”
Lin Yue Shu laughed along:
“I haven’t seen much of the world, so I’m grateful for Chairman Huo’s hospitality today.”
As Lin Yue Shu stood up, Shao Cheng Yan immediately took out his phone and secretly sent a message:
[Old Kuai, the person is on their way, enjoy yourself.]
The gardener replied: [Then I’ll have to taste it well for General Manager Shao.]
Through the screen, Shao Cheng Yan could almost see the gardener’s hideous face showing a lewd smile.
Lin Yue Shu arrived at the garden entrance and saw a young maid wiping the fountain.
He thought for a moment and walked inside.
“Sir, sir.” As expected, the young maid called out to him, “Are you a guest brought by General Manager Shao?”
“Yes, why?”
“Sorry, our Representative Huo is reading in the greenhouse, and he doesn’t like to be disturbed at this time. Shall I take you to see something else?”
Lin Yue Shu fluttered his eyelashes, smiling politely as he took a step back: “Sorry to trouble you.”
The young maid said it was no problem and continued her work.
After taking a few steps away, Lin Yue Shu suddenly remembered something:
“By the way, before I came out, I saw Chairman Huo looking for a maid to do something. Should you go check it out?”
Hearing this, the maid immediately grabbed her bucket and ran off.
Lin Yue Shu glanced at the fountain, clean as new. With water pouring over it every day, wiping it seemed redundant. He wasn’t worried the maid would have nothing to do when she got there.
Lin Yue Shu walked along the cobblestone path, the sunset’s afterglow casting a light golden hue over the surrounding plants.
The garden was silent, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the grass and trees.
Lin Yue Shu stopped in his tracks.
By the orange-red pool, a glass greenhouse stood by the lake.
Amidst the entwined flowers, a tall man sat elegantly with his legs crossed, a richly textured old book resting on his knee. The gentle breeze turned the pages, creating a small airflow that brushed against the man’s thick, dark eyelashes.
Lin Yue Shu raised his hand to shield his eyes from the light, squinting into the distance.
It must be Huo Yi Sen, right? Huo Yi Sen should look like this, right?
Lin Yue Shu couldn’t clearly distinguish everyone’s features, but his sense of beauty and ugliness was the same as everyone else’s.
He squatted in the grass, cupping his face with his hands, admiring this stunning scene.
As he watched, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
In such a beautiful scene, an extremely discordant figure suddenly appeared, just as described in the original text. Hunched over, with age spots on his face, and thick lips that couldn’t hide two crooked front teeth, grinning smugly.
Lin Yue Shu closed his eyes. Just one look at that face was enough to shorten his lifespan.
He stood up and strode towards the gardener.
The old gardener was pacing back and forth, licking his lips wetly, eagerly thinking:
Why hasn’t the little beauty come yet? My old buddy is about to explode.
The gardener turned his head, and in the next second, his eyes widened at the sight of a graceful figure. Bathed in the sunset’s afterglow, the slender waist and long legs were beautifully outlined.
The gardener swallowed hard.
Oh my! Old buddy, this is a high-end game.
Lin Yue Shu sat on a bench by the lake, starting to mimic Daiyu burying flowers.
“Little friend~” A greasy, evil voice emerged from beside him.
Lin Yue Shu looked up, meeting that face, and couldn’t help but feel a jolt in his heart.
But his Best Actor award wasn’t bought with money.
“Hello, uncle.” He called out sweetly and obediently.
The old gardener took a deep breath, almost losing it in his pants. That tender “uncle” went straight to his heart.
“Little friend, are you a guest brought by General Manager Shao?”
Lin Yue Shu nodded.
In this kind of purely physical novel, there’s no need for much plot description. The gardener didn’t waste time with him, directly saying:
“Little friend, do you want to see the flowers I’ve grown? You can’t see them outside.”
Next, the original owner would just follow along, and while he was focused on admiring the flowers, the old gardener would sneak up from behind, pin him to the ground, and pull down his pants.
The chrysanthemum is broken, the ground is wounded, the city is full of swaying tight pods.
Author’s Note: