Shi Jun hurriedly pushed Gu Xiulin away and rushed toward the kitchen. “I’m hungry! I’m going to get something to eat first!”
Gu Xiulin stood where he was as the smile gradually vanished from his face, replaced by a deep, complex look. His eyes narrowed dangerously. A flash of determination and possessiveness flickered in his gaze; he was absolutely going to make this man his.
Inside the kitchen, Shi Jun had already busied himself. Collecting his thoughts, Gu Xiulin put on a gentle smile, took a few long strides, and followed him inside.
“Let me help you,” Gu Xiulin’s voice sounded from behind.
Shi Jun looked back to see that Gu Xiulin had already taken off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to take on the task. Shi Jun smiled faintly as a wave of warmth surged through his chest. He knew that despite Gu Xiulin’s cold exterior, the man’s feelings for him were genuine.
Glancing sideways at Gu Xiulin, Shi Jun teased, “Oh, so you know how to cook?”
Gu Xiulin let out a soft chuckle, a confident gleam in his eyes. “I can at least manage the prep work.” With that, he seamlessly picked up the chef’s knife and began preparing the ingredients Shi Jun had laid out.
After a pleasant, domestic interaction, the two finally sat down to enjoy a cozy and delicious meal together.
After lunch, they sat at the table, enjoying the quiet afternoon.
Gu Xiulin set down his chopsticks, raised his head to look at Shi Jun, and asked with genuine concern, “What do you plan to do next?”
Shi Jun’s gaze turned instantly frigid, his voice ringing out with absolute finality. “Naturally, I won’t let Shi Wen off easy. You don’t need to help me with this I intend to make him pay it back ten-thousand-fold.”
Gu Xiulin fell silent for a moment. Looking at Shi Jun, a complex array of emotions flashed through his eyes before he nodded gently. “Alright. If you run into any difficulties, you can contact me anytime.”
Shi Jun hesitated for a brief moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. “Now that you mention it, I actually do have something I need your help with.”
“Lend me some money,” Shi Jun continued. “I was kicked out by the Shi family and left without a single penny. My very last savings were spent on this hotel.”
Without the slightest hesitation, Gu Xiulin answered simply and directly, “Alright.”
He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number. After a few rings, the call connected. His voice sounded calm and authoritative. “Issue a few black cards and bring them over immediately.”
“Understood, Boss,” the bodyguard on the other end responded, his tone full of respect and efficiency.
Before long, the doorbell rang. Gu Xiulin turned to Shi Jun and said, “Wait here for me.”
A bodyguard knocked on the door. Gu Xiulin opened it, and the subordinate standing outside spoke respectfully, “Boss, three black cards have been prepared. Each has a balance of one hundred million yuan.” He handed over a sleek black cardholder.
Shi Jun was stunned. He hadn’t expected Gu Xiulin to move so quickly, and a flash of surprise crossed his eyes. “That was fast.” He couldn’t help but look at the chaebol magnate a few more times, gaining a much deeper appreciation for the man’s absolute capability and efficiency.
Gu Xiulin took the cardholder and handed it directly to Shi Jun, his eyes filled with trust and expectation. “They’re all yours. The PIN for all of them is six eights.”
Without any awkwardness, Shi Jun took the black cards straight from Gu Xiulin’s hand, his movements smooth and natural.
Gu Xiulin looked at Shi Jun, his eyes overflowing with warmth and tenderness as he said softly, “If you ever run short on money in the future, remember to come to me.”
Shi Jun curled his lips into a smirk, his eyes narrowing into beautiful crescents, a hint of mischief in his smile. “Well, that sounds wonderful.”
Gu Xiulin nodded and turned to leave, but Shi Jun’s voice suddenly rang out: “Wait.”
Gu Xiulin paused and looked back at Shi Jun, an inquiring look in his eyes. “Hmm?”
Shi Jun asked, “Can I give you a hug?”
Gu Xiulin smiled, visibly delighted. “Of course you can.” He opened his arms wide, waiting for Shi Jun’s embrace.
Shi Jun stood on his tiptoes, wrapping his arms around Gu Xiulin’s neck as his body pressed lightly against the man’s broad chest. Gu Xiulin looked down, gently pressing a kiss against Shi Jun’s forehead. He whispered softly into Shi Jun’s ear, “Are you reluctant to see me go?”
Shi Jun looked straight into Gu Xiulin’s eyes. “I just wanted to feel your body. Your physique is too good. Ever since I left, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
Gu Xiulin let out a low laugh, a playful glint flashing in his eyes, and gave Shi Jun’s waist a gentle pinch.
Shi Jun hissed, drawing in a sharp breath of pain. His body trembled involuntarily, and his brows furrowed slightly. “Be gentler!”
Gu Xiulin immediately loosened his grip, though the smile remained on his lips. “I’ll let you off easy today. But once I’m done with my work, don’t even think about getting out of bed.” His tone carried a mix of indulgence and playfulness, but beneath it lay a profound affection and anticipation.
After Gu Xiulin left, Shi Jun sat on the sofa, twirling the three black cards between his fingers. As his fingertips slid across the smooth, cold surfaces of the cards, he marveled at how incredibly generous Gu Xiulin had been.
Feeling the refined texture of the borders, a thoughtful look gleamed in his eyes as he quietly calculated his next steps. Now that he had money, doing anything would be significantly easier.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Shi Wen was practically losing his mind with rage upon learning that the old man had not only failed to humiliate Shi Jun, but had been brutally beaten instead. His face turned an ashen green, his eyes blazing with fury.
Smash!
With a loud shatter, he slammed a water glass violently onto the floor, sending shards and water flying everywhere.
Furious and exasperated, Shi Wen grabbed his phone, his fingers trembling so violently he could barely hold it. “All of you, track down Shi Jun and bring him back immediately! If he tries to run again, kill him no, wait. I want him alive. I want to make him beg for death!” His voice was filled with pure malice, the words practically forced out through his gritted teeth.
After slamming the phone down, Shi Wen’s rage subsided slightly. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions.
He let out a cold sneer, his heart filled with disdain. So what if that idiot used to be as stupid as a pig and has suddenly become strong? Everything in the Shi family belongs to me. Who cares if I’m an illegitimate child? Father loves me, while he threw you away like a stray dog despite you being the legitimate son.
A sinister light flashed in Shi Wen’s eyes, his lips curling into a wicked smile. He was going to make Shi Jun, the rightful heir, kneel at his feet and beg for mercy. At the thought of this, a malicious laugh escaped him, filled with triumph and cruelty, as if he could already see the scene playing out perfectly before his eyes.
Unaware of the Shi family’s plotting, Shi Jun was currently sitting in an elegantly styled café. Sunlight streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled shadows over his figure.
Steam rose from the coffee cup in his hand. He blew on it gently and took a leisurely sip, letting the flavor spread across his palate. He closed his eyes slightly, thoroughly enjoying this rare moment of peace and tranquility.