Taken in Custody
Jiang Zhuoye stayed in the club until 2 a.m.
There were many activities, with several performances throughout the night.
He and Chloe and Leo had all drunk a bit too much, the alcohol reddening his cheeks.
“That’s enough, I can’t drink anymore,” he said, undoing two buttons to reveal his collarbone. His eyes were slightly red, lips flushed. “I’m going upstairs to rest.”
He hadn’t decided whether to stay in the hotel upstairs or take the helicopter back.
Hearing this, Chloe smiled slightly, a cigarette held between her long fingers.
She had changed into a silver fitted mini-dress for the club and styled her brown curls up, looking more mature than usual.
She exhaled smoke: “Alright, I was going to rest too, along with Leo.”
Her fingers lightly grazed Jiang Zhuoye’s knee.
But Jiang Zhuoye’s senses were dulled; he didn’t notice.
He staggered to his feet: “Let’s go.”
At once, Chloe and Leo followed.
The female bodyguard Bo Yun assigned also trailed them immediately.
Jiang Zhuoye noticed and said to the bodyguard: “Don’t follow me. I’m just going upstairs to rest. Stay here.”
He was annoyed.
Bo Yun was truly bothersome, acting like he owned him, monitoring him everywhere.
The bodyguard hesitated but obeyed; Jiang Zhuoye was her employer, and she couldn’t openly defy him.
Jiang Zhuoye made his way to the top floor, Chloe and Leo beside him.
He found it a bit odd and staggered back: “Aren’t you going to your own rooms?”
Chloe and Leo smiled at him, amused at his naivety.
“No,” Leo licked his canine tooth, “I want to stay in your room for a bit.”
Jiang Zhuoye found it puzzling but assumed they just wanted to hang out a little longer. He opened his door: “Don’t stay too long. I’ll sleep soon.”
The hotel suite was dim. When he opened the door, the lights suddenly came on, briefly illuminating his flushed face.
Then, almost instantly, they were turned off again.
Jiang Zhuoye was puzzled, but as he turned, he felt someone press against him, pinning him to the carpet.
“What the hell, what are you doing?” he said, realizing it was Leo behind him. He braced himself on the floor, dizzy, instinctively speaking in Chinese: “Didn’t you stand steady?”
But he quickly couldn’t speak.
A warm, soft body pressed against him, fingers wandering all over him.
His hair stood on end instantly.
Damn!
He sobered slightly, without hesitation spun around, and kicked the person off him.
Then he scrambled to turn on the room lights.
Snap! The room lit up like daylight. Everything was revealed.
Seeing Leo and Chloe’s state, Jiang Zhuoye’s eyes nearly popped out; he didn’t know where to look.
Leo’s shirt was loose, showing marks from his earlier flirting with a dancer.
Chloe was undoing her dress, revealing her beautiful waistline.
Two equally beautiful, almost seductive faces stared at him.
At that moment, Jiang Zhuoye finally remembered Bo Yun’s warning.
The sibling pair didn’t shy from anything—they played very boldly.
Holy sh*t.
He was at a loss, not knowing where to look.
“What’s with that expression?” Chloe had completely removed her dress, revealing her body as she approached him. She saw Jiang Zhuoye’s innocence and naivety and was intrigued. Smiling, she said, “After a hot performance and some drinks, wouldn’t a wild, passionate encounter be wonderful?”
She stepped closer: “Don’t feel burdened. Leo and I are very skilled. You can choose with whom you want to start.”
She smiled seductively—no trace of the sunny island charm, only allure.
Next to her, Leo also smiled softly: “We’ll have a fun night together, Jiang. Your husband probably never gave you a real experience like this, which is why you’re so naive. Let us give you a memory to keep.”
Jiang Zhuoye was instantly sober, every last bit of alcohol wiped away.
What nonsense was this?
What kind of tiger-wolf words were they spouting? Foreigners really were too open-minded.
And as for whether Bo Yun had ever given him a real experience… he wouldn’t even dare to hear anyone talk about that.
He kept backing up, almost reaching for something to defend himself: “Holy sh*t, wait, don’t come closer! I don’t want to do anything with anyone casually. Not everyone likes this kind of thing, and you’re siblings! How can you be so open?”
Jiang Zhuoye was about to lose it.
“I only consider you two friends. Put your clothes back on. Later, you can go after whoever you want—but don’t bother me.”
His words were a messy mix of Chinese and some French, scrambled by panic.
Chloe didn’t fully understand and looked confused.
Leo, however, did understand, but he just laughed as if it didn’t matter and moved closer to Jiang Zhuoye: “Don’t reject me like that, Jiang. You’re too cute—like you’ve never even been kissed before. I really don’t understand how your partner can be so possessive. Relax a little. I know you’re conservative, but trust me—you’ll like it if you try. I’ll be gentle.”
He chuckled, “I’ll make sure you experience everything—up top, down below, all of it.”
As he spoke, he tried to kiss Jiang Zhuoye.
Jiang Zhuoye nearly lost his mind, blood rushing to his face, and raised his hand to block him.
“Back off! Who wants to do anything with you? You’re forcing me!” he shouted, shoving Leo hard.
But just as he pushed Leo away, Chloe latched onto him.
They completely ignored his refusals.
Chloe even found his resistance cute.
“You’re so sweet, baby. I want to see if you’re just as sweet in bed too.”
They twisted around him, a tangled mass.
Jiang Zhuoye truly felt what “talking past each other” meant.
He could see that the siblings weren’t malicious—they weren’t trying to force him.
But their words didn’t translate the same way, and their culture was entirely different.
He resisted with righteous indignation, but to these free-spirited siblings, doing this was as ordinary as eating or drinking. They had never been refused before, so their confidence was extraordinary.
They assumed Jiang Zhuoye was just shy; a kiss and some teasing would quickly loosen him up.
Damn.
What kind of upbringing was this?
Such chaos.
Jiang Zhuoye cursed in his mind, almost losing his shirt in the scuffle.
The two buttons on his shirt were hanging by a thread.
After a struggle, he finally pushed the persistent siblings away, stumbling into the bathroom and quickly locking the door.
Jiang Zhuoye had never been this embarrassed before.
Looking in the mirror, seeing his disheveled face, he couldn’t even describe it properly.
But there was no time to dwell. He grabbed his phone and quickly messaged the female bodyguard to come up and get him.
He really couldn’t handle those two.
He couldn’t strike them harshly, and if he didn’t fight, they would keep pestering him, trying to kiss him repeatedly. He felt his first real kiss might be lost here.
Plus, with the alcohol heating his body and the siblings being skilled at seduction, he could feel himself getting a reaction.
After sending the message, he relaxed a little.
Even after he slipped into the bathroom, the siblings were still outside, knocking and laughing, seemingly amused by the game, asking what he was doing.
“Jiang, you’re too funny! Are you playing hide-and-seek?”
Jiang Zhuoye rolled his eyes and cursed: “F*ck your game.”
Switching to French: “I said I don’t want to do anything with you, I really don’t! Stay away from me! Try again and I’ll call the police!”
The knocking outside paused, and the voices softened, as if gauging whether he was serious.
“Back off.”
He shouted again, then sat on the edge of the bathtub.
He had no choice but to wait for the female bodyguard to rescue him.
At that moment, he had to admit—Bo Yun had some foresight.
The bodyguard was actually useful. He would have to ask Bo Yun to assign a few more next time.
He didn’t have to wait long before some commotion happened outside.
He could faintly hear someone barging in under the pretense of service.
Then came a harsh reprimand—Chloe’s sharp female voice, angry as if someone had invaded her territory, but strangely, it quickly subsided.
Jiang Zhuoye relaxed; he recognized the female bodyguard among those who came, maybe some other staff too, which explained the noise.
Chloe and her brother had been handled—he was safe.
Just then, a soft knocking came at the bathroom door.
It was like a signal that he could come out.
Jiang Zhuoye steadied himself, went to unlock the door, but was weak; his foot slipped as he opened it, and he sat down on a nearby bench.
“Wait a minute,” he said toward the door. “I’ll come out in a few minutes.”
But no one responded.
He found it strange.
He then heard the door open clearly, followed by soft footsteps, the tap of leather shoes on the floor.
Looking up in confusion, he saw a tall figure standing before him—creating a scene he would never forget.
Bo Yun, who should have been vacationing or working on the island, was inexplicably here.
Compared to Jiang Zhuoye’s disheveled state, Bo Yun was impeccably dressed.
The bright bathroom light illuminated Bo Yun’s jade-like face—cold, detached, scrutinizing—looking down on him with a gaze like a thin blade, assessing him from top to bottom, full of mockery.
And Jiang Zhuoye couldn’t resist.
Sitting on the low bench, disheveled, shirt torn in the struggle with two missing buttons, lips red from biting himself, he looked utterly caught and embarrassed, almost like a husband caught in the act.
Bo Yun didn’t speak, only stared coldly.
Jiang Zhuoye, for once, felt shame. He didn’t understand why Bo Yun was here.
Wasn’t the bodyguard supposed to pick him up?
Why was it Bo Yun instead?
The bathroom remained quiet for a long moment.
Only shadows stretched across the walls, a faint scent of ylang-ylang incense lingering, soft and suggestive.
Those silent minutes felt like they were torturing Jiang Zhuoye’s nerves.
He didn’t know why, but meeting Bo Yun’s indifferent eyes made him so uncomfortable.
“You really opened my eyes, Jiang Zhuoye,” Bo Yun said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Looks like you had quite a night. Am I interrupting your pleasure?”
“You…”
Jiang Zhuoye looked up angrily but found himself unable to speak under Bo Yun’s gaze.
Bo Yun continued, “I never imagined that during our honeymoon, I would catch my partner fooling around with others. And two at once, no less. You’re certainly in high spirits.”
Jiang Zhuoye’s face burned.
“I didn’t…” he tried to protest, though even he felt powerless. He didn’t know what Bo Yun had seen when he entered, or whether the bodyguard had reported the details. He had sent a distress signal—but who could prove he hadn’t consented?
It could even be interpreted as a change of heart mid-act.
Still, he weakly argued, “I really didn’t. I just came out to watch a performance. They acted on their own; I didn’t want anything to happen with them…”
“No need to explain to me,” Bo Yun’s gaze landed on Jiang Zhuoye’s bitten, red lips, “I’m not your real husband—I don’t have that right. Even if you did attend an orgy party, it wouldn’t concern me.”
His voice carried deep disgust.
“I just don’t want you causing a scandal, or taking something illegal, which would be troublesome for me. I don’t need a partner in this kind of mess.”
Cold, cutting words, coupled with Bo Yun’s expression.
Jiang Zhuoye felt a sting of pain.
He knew Bo Yun was right—they were only a marriage of convenience and didn’t owe each other anything.
But he also knew that, in Bo Yun’s eyes, he now looked as chaotic as Chloe and her brother.
That’s why Bo Yun had repeatedly warned him before the marriage—to manage his affairs and avoid embarrassment.
He bit his lip, reopening the small wound.
He turned his face away, unwilling to meet Bo Yun’s gaze.
He knew that in this situation, he was clearly in the wrong and didn’t want to say anything rash.
But Bo Yun’s words were too cutting; they made him feel sick to his core.
The bathroom air felt heavy, oppressive, almost suffocating.
Bo Yun stared at Jiang Zhuoye’s averted face—still undeniably beautiful.
Handsome and sexy, yet still carrying a youthful aura, with eyes so clear.
No wonder those two were so captivated.
He thought to himself, hadn’t he already known that Jiang Zhuoye was this kind of person—friendly to the point of flirtation, able to get along with anyone—always coveted, always the center of admiration, constantly surrounded by romantic attention.
What was he even getting upset about?
This person was his partner, yes—but that was all.
For the past twenty years, they had been fiancés in name only.
Now, too, they were partners in name only.
What was there to be angry about?
Bo Yun thought this, yet his fingernails were digging into his palms.
If there were a mirror right now, it would probably reflect a dark, intimidating face.
But Jiang Zhuoye didn’t look up.
After a long moment, Bo Yun reached out: “Get up. Let’s go back. You’re not seriously planning to stay here overnight, are you?”
Jiang Zhuoye was silent for two seconds, didn’t take Bo Yun’s hand, and instead stood on his own. As he passed by Bo Yun, he even shoved his hand away.