Xu Yizhou simply sent Sophie a message asking for a day off. Without waiting for a reply, he decided to head downstairs first to grab something to eat. As he descended the stairs, he spotted a figure on the sofa and thought he was still groggy.
It wasn’t until he reached the living room that he realized it was actually a person.
Oh, wait—it was Wen Jiang. For a moment, Xu Yizhou thought nothing was amiss, but then it hit him—wasn’t today Tuesday?
And wasn’t it still working hours? Why was Wen Jiang sitting here?
“Bro, why aren’t you at work?”
Rubbing his bleary eyes, he sat down on the sofa.
Wen Jiang didn’t respond, just kept typing while staring at the computer screen.
His expression didn’t look too good either.
Lost memories gradually resurfaced in his mind—he remembered getting into a huff with Wen Jiang last night and getting into Wen Shi’s car. And Wen Jiang… he had no idea how long Wen Jiang had waited downstairs for him to finish work.
Thinking of this, Xu Yizhou glanced guiltily at Wen Jiang a couple of times.
Was he… still angry about last night?
Xu Yizhou scooted closer to Wen Jiang and poked his elbow.
“Bro, how did I get back yesterday?”
The only reply was the sound of typing and Wen Jiang’s cold, resolute profile.
He didn’t even spare him a glance. Seemed like he was genuinely upset.
“Bro… are you still mad?”
“Come on, bro, I know I was wrong. Don’t ignore me.”
Xu Yizhou directly wrapped his arms around Wen Jiang’s arm and shook it, trying to resolve things with a bit of coaxing. But this time, even coaxing didn’t work. No matter what, Wen Jiang just wouldn’t acknowledge him.
He felt that Wen Jiang was completely different when angry compared to his usual self.
Normally, Wen Jiang always gave off a gentle vibe, no matter how you looked at him.
But now, with his cold expression, Xu Yizhou couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
“This is bad, he won’t be appeased. He won’t even look at me. Is he going to kick me out of here later?”
“I don’t want to sleep on the streets tonight!”
Xu Yizhou internally panicked, genuinely starting to worry.
“If you’re still angry, you can hit me.”
Out of options, he looked at Wen Jiang’s face and spoke dejectedly. He didn’t understand why someone so grown-up was still holding a grudge against him.
“If you’re still angry…”
“Fine.”
Just as Xu Yizhou was thinking about what to say next, Wen Jiang finally spoke. He spoke, but only two words.
“What?”
Xu Yizhou watched as Wen Jiang bent over to place the laptop from his lap onto the table, the smooth lines of his waist making him a little envious. And at that moment, he still hadn’t grasped the seriousness of the situation. It wasn’t until Wen Jiang’s sharp gaze landed on him that he began to sense something was off.
“Bro… you’re not really going to hit me, are you?”
Xu Yizhou’s pupils contracted, and he slowly withdrew his hand from Wen Jiang’s arm, shrinking his neck back in fear. He was already prepared to make a run for it.
Wen Jiang grabbed Xu Yizhou’s hand, giving him no chance to escape, and pulled him back.
Before Xu Yizhou could steady himself, he tumbled onto Wen Jiang’s lap, the pressure on his chest making it hard to breathe.
“Bro… what are you doing?”
Both of his hands were seized by Wen Jiang with one hand and pinned behind his back, leaving him with little room to struggle.
“Do you know what you did wrong?”
Wen Jiang’s low voice carried a hint of hoarseness, yet it was deep and impossible to ignore, exuding a strong sense of oppression. This position made Xu Yizhou extremely uncomfortable, and since he couldn’t see Wen Jiang’s face, he had no idea what expression he was wearing.
“Was I wrong for getting into someone else’s car in front of you?”
As soon as Xu Yizhou finished speaking, he heard a crisp, sharp sound.
Wen Jiang… actually… Spanked him?
And since he had just gotten up, he was only wearing a thin, loose pair of shorts. This slap felt no different from hitting bare skin. But it genuinely hurt. It hurt so much that his toes curled up.
“Wen Jiang, are you insane? I’m not a child anymore. Why are you spanking me?”
Xu Yizhou’s face flushed so red it seemed like it could drip blood. He tried to struggle, but Wen Jiang’s grip was like a vise—no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t break free.
No sooner had he spoken than he was struck again, unexpectedly. This time, it was even harder than the last. The sound echoed through the empty living room, mingling with Xu Yizhou’s voice.
“Fuck, Wen Jiang, let go of me, damn it!”
“What? Didn’t you just say I could hit you if I was angry?”
Wen Jiang’s voice seemed to pierce through the air. Though his words carried no noticeable fluctuation, they held an irresistible authority.
“You don’t know what you did wrong, do you? Let me tell you.”
“You were wrong for not listening when I told you not to get too close to Wen Shi.”
With that, Wen Jiang raised his hand and struck again.
“Wrong for lying to me.”
Slap!
“Wrong for going out drinking with a man you barely know, whose true intentions are unclear, and getting completely wasted”
Slap!
This one was especially hard, making Xu Yizhou grit his teeth and grimace in pain, almost crying out.
“Wrong for picking a fight with me over an outsider.”
Slap!
Xu Yizhou was certain his buttocks were swollen by now, as he could no longer feel the pain.
He truly couldn’t understand why Wen Jiang was into this sort of thing. What was the difference between this and the S&M scenarios in those manuscripts?
He also couldn’t fathom how, despite the pain, the “bottom” in those manuscripts could actually enjoy it. Wasn’t that just pure insanity?
Before he could gather his thoughts, he was struck again.
“Speak.”
Wen Jiang’s brows furrowed slightly as he stared intently at Xu Yizhou, who was lying across his lap. From the force of the earlier strikes, his shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing his slender waist. Wen Jiang quickly felt a reaction stirring within him.
“Brother, I was wrong… Please stop hitting me, I can’t take it anymore…”
To be honest, he was a little afraid of Wen Jiang in this state. But as the saying goes, a wise man knows when to yield. If he admitted all his mistakes, Wen Jiang probably wouldn’t hit him anymore, right?
Hearing this, Wen Jiang finally released Xu Yizhou, whose wrists were visibly reddened from the grip. When Xu Yizhou lifted his head, he felt his face burning with heat, as if blood were rushing to it. Supporting his buttocks, he sat on the sofa, almost unable to keep from jumping up. Why did the pain have to linger like this!
Wen Jiang’s expression remained unchanged as he stood up and went upstairs, leaving Xu Yizhou unsure of what he was going to do.
“Fuck, fuck, it hurts, it hurts, damn it. Wow, Wen Jiang, you’re really into this kind of thing, huh?”
Xu Yizhou cursed under his breath as he stood up, still feeling a lingering, tingling pain.
He wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to sit properly at work tomorrow. It was utterly humiliating. Wen Jiang had only hit him twice in his entire life. The first time was when he had ruined a carefully prepared gift meant for a girl—he had spanked him then too. This was the second time, and for reasons that felt utterly inexplicable. Xu Yizhou had already cursed Wen Jiang dozens of times in his heart.