Chi Ye was startled.
Before he had time to shrink back, his wrist was grabbed by the man with the low and heavy air pressure.
The difference in strength was too disparate; He Lin hardly used any effort, lifted his arm and brought it up, throwing the person directly onto the bed, and smoothly scooped up Chi Ye’s other hand, grasping it in his palm.
Chi Ye’s slender wrists were clasped together and firmly pinned above his head, but He Lin was not in a hurry to get up; he bent a leg and knelt single-knee-seated on the bed.
This posture of complete suppression made the already tall man even more condescending, the original coldness and probing in his pitch-black pupils fading away layer by layer, turning into a terrifying tenderness.
He said, “Since you insist on this, I have no choice but to reluctantly fulfill my husband’s duty.”
Chi Ye had never seen He Lin in this state.
Like a beast suppressing its desire, his whole body was filled with danger, carrying a thick, heavy aura of malevolence and a desire to conquer, strong enough to be terrifying.
Chi Ye was afraid.
He understood almost in an instant what He Lin wanted to do.
The cold sensation of the air hitting his skin made Chi Ye tremble even when speaking: “You you you… what do you want to do?”
The man lowered his gaze and curled his lips, spitting out a single, mocking word: “You.”
Chi Ye had never experienced such a thing.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have mixed in the entertainment industry for half a lifetime, still just an eighteenth-tier actor until death.
He had never thought He Lin would do such a thing to himself.
Didn’t the original novel say that he couldn’t muster the slightest bit of sexual interest in the original owner for the three years they were married?
That’s why he dared to be so presumptuous and keep flirting before.
What about the promised asexuality?!
Chi Ye’s mind was in turmoil; the fear and helplessness of having his chrysanthemum fucked invaded every cell of his body in an instant.
Chi Ye hurriedly wanted to block, but his hands were tightly pinched by He Lin and unable to move, with no other recourse, he could only shake his head desperately, and kick his legs wildly in the air without any method.
Then he accurately kicked a part that was scalding hot and rigid.
The man’s expression changed abruptly, and his back molars clenched tight, forming a rigid arc.
He grabbed Chi Ye’s ankle, his pupils abruptly tightened, followed by a low groan of endurance to the extreme.
“Don’t move!” Dangerous and ruthless.
Chi Ye immediately didn’t dare to move.
He looked helplessly at the man before him who was already being burned by fierce anger.
In a dark, enclosed space, his eyes trembled, panicked and helpless.
Time almost stood still.
Fear was infinitely magnified in He Lin’s expressionless inhalation and exhalation.
Chi Ye finally shed a tear without any ambition, completely unaware.
The tears blurred his vision, giving Chi Ye a momentary illusion, as if there was a trace of softness deep within the man’s pitch-black pupils in front of him.
He Lin said: “Don’t cry.”
The next second, the restraint pinning his wrists released,
his breathing became smoother,
He Lin retreated half a step, haphazardly pulled the quilt and covered Chi Ye with it, turned around, and spat out two breaths fiercely.
In the air, there was still the faint smell of alcohol.
He Lin slowly sat on the chair, leaned back, the coldness fading from his hoarse voice smoked by cigarettes, but still carrying an unmistakable sense of oppression: “Since you’re afraid, why give me that kind of thing?”
Chi Ye hadn’t recovered from the fright just now, and didn’t understand what He Lin was saying at all, sniffled: “What did you say?”
He Lin closed his eyes.
A tablet computer was thrown onto Chi Ye’s bed.
Chi Ye only looked down at it for a glance, and his face turned completely red with a “brush”.
He locked the screen in a flurry.
Completely different from the half-covered, half-refused,欲拒還迎 (feigning refusal while welcoming) “baby carriages” in pornographic literature, the white visual impact made Chi Ye physiologically nauseous.
Chi Ye, who had been a straight man for half his life, very much wanted to immediately find a bottle of formalin to wash his eyes. “What is this thing?”
He Lin coldly reminded: “USB drive.”
“…!”
Chi Ye endured, and endured again, and finally couldn’t help but blurt out, a syllable inherited from human society for a long time, short but exceptionally rich in meaning: “Fuck!”
Like a basin of cold water poured over his head, Chi Ye finally understood everything.
He Lin flew into a rage? Thoroughly read and recited the full text? And the “harmony” that was circled?
Turns out, after the original owner finished weaving a green hat (cuckolding him), he personally delivered an entire platter of pornographic films!
Did he treat Director He Er as a Sunday (holiday, easy)?
Fuck it!
The original owner, this twenty-four-k pure gold idiot, put pornographic films and commercial secrets on the same drive—is that something a human could do?
“Stupid” is just one word, but he persisted in it for a lifetime.
After this commotion, He Lin’s drunkenness receded a lot, and he had already resumed his usual indifferent appearance, raising his eyes to look at Chi Ye, coldly: “Explain.”
How to explain this? Chi Ye was at a loss for words for a moment.
He Lin, however, was unrelenting: “Or you still want me to continue what we were doing just now.”
A naked threat, Chi Ye cursed the original owner 18,000 times in the bottom of his heart.
He organized his language rapidly, bit the bullet, and explained stutteringly: “I don’t know. The contents inside have been switched. I thought what I gave you was the Huanyu commercial data. I originally planned to use it to admit my mistake to you, I didn’t expect it to turn out like this…”
He Lin’s eyes were lowered, his pupils as unfathomable as an abyss: “Can I still believe you?”
Chi Ye didn’t make a sound, lowered his head and groped under the mattress for a while.
Then, he took out an identical flash drive and handed it to He Lin: “Or, why don’t you look at this first?”
Chi Ye’s eyes were clear and bright, no longer tearful, but covered with a layer of grievance that wanted to be spoken but was held back.
He Lin hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and took it, curved a finger and tapped the tablet computer: “What was stored on it originally?”
“It’s a backup.” Chi Ye thought of a quick fix, lying without changing his expression: “After all, it’s such important commercial data, I was afraid of an accident or losing it, so I made a copy.”
After all, having been an actor for half a lifetime, his expression was flawless at least.
He Lin didn’t respond, not knowing if he believed it or not.
The little puppy outside the door scratched the door a few times very appropriately, a light, shallow “ka-ka”.
The atmosphere was a little inexplicably harmonious.
Chi Ye watched He Lin’s clenched jaw muscles relax bit by bit, wrapped the blanket around himself, and seized the opportunity.
The young man still had an un-faded flush on his neck, raised his face, and admitted his mistake softly: “Sir, I know I was wrong. But considering that these things haven’t had time to be spread yet, and haven’t caused any loss, can you please give me a chance to turn over a new leaf?”
He Lin’s expression didn’t get any uglier; Chi Ye pressed on with the effort: “Isn’t there leniency for confession and strictness for resistance? I feel my attitude of admitting my mistake is quite good, can’t I be treated leniently?…”
He Lin raised his hand and pressed his temple.
Chi Ye shut up decisively.
He Lin was a bit irritable.
He had originally hardened his heart that it wouldn’t matter even if he forced Chi Ye, who told him to repeatedly bring this upon himself. But now it was clearly a misunderstanding, and he himself had turned into the one being unreasonable.
Plus, the young man had not had a drop of water for several days and still seemed very weak.
Wasn’t this bullying others by flaunting one’s power?
The irritability actually stemmed from guilt, but He Lin himself didn’t realize it.
He Lin’s gaze fell on Chi Ye, who was still shivering slightly, and he couldn’t help but appreciate his courage and vitality in persisting and not giving up, no matter when.
The Chi Ye of a few days ago was clearly not like this.
Was this person soul-transmigrated?
He Lin rubbed his brow bone vigorously, thinking he must have been too busy lately, and his brain was operating at an overload, so he was thinking wildly about those random things.
He turned, pulled open the door, picked Bubu up from the ground, and placed him in Chi Ye’s arms.
He Lin got up and left, sighing lightly before closing the door.
“Get some rest early.”
When Chi Ye was released from the basement, a giant exclamation mark was almost hung on his face.
The expression He Lin had when leaving last night clearly showed that his remaining anger had not subsided.
Chi Ye was terrified that He Er Ye’s letting him go was a temporary whim, and that he might come to his senses one day and stuff him back in.
The butler gentleman was jubilant, preparing mugwort leaves and calling people to gather a brazier.
While supporting Chi Ye and carefully stepping over the iron basin burning with charcoal fire, he comforted him, saying, “Rest assured, Second Master has always been a man of his word, and has never been one to change his mind.”
Chi Ye, who had been ordered to be locked up until death but regained freedom after only staying for three days, curled his lips and deeply doubted this statement.
Chi Ye was arranged, as a matter of course, into the original owner’s bedroom.
Closing the door, the first thing he did was rush into the bathroom for a comfortable hot bath, of course not forgetting to dump all the mugwort leaves that the butler gentleman had repeatedly urged him about into the bathtub.
After all, he was a person who had died once, and he firmly believed in feudal superstition.
The decor in the bathroom was more lavish than the most expensive five-star hotel Chi Ye had ever stayed in. Valued care brands, a super-large bathtub with dazzling functions, and even every water outlet hole of the showerhead was printed with a logo.
Everything highlighted the original owner’s distinct temperament, centered on being a nouveau riche.
Chi Ye wrapped a bath towel, barefoot, stepped on the warm floor tiles, turned around a circle, and finally stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror that covered the entire wall.
His gaze was attracted by himself.
Chi Ye considered himself not bad-looking, but still inferior compared to the original owner.
The young man in the mirror had excellent skin texture, white and delicate, clearly having not gone through any worldly friction, nurtured with great care. His facial features could be called exquisite, with a high, straight bridge of the nose, dense and long eyelashes, and a pair of spirited, clear peach-blossom eyes that were watery and carried a hint of gorgeousness out of thin air.
What a good skin (body) he has.
Chi Ye was very satisfied and full of confidence in his future acting career.
With a good mood, even the walls full of dazzling orange didn’t hurt his eyes as much.
Chi Ye plunged headfirst into the Kingsize bed that could accommodate four people lying side by side, hugged a pillow, and rolled several times.
Bubu was obviously even happier than his master. After experiencing the bitter days of not having enough to eat, returning to the pile of luxury toys was simply the feeling of a dog’s life being complete.
He moved his short legs, jumping up and down around the edge of the bed, wagging his tail back and forth.
By now, Chi Ye had become much closer with this little thing that had shared adversity, having a kind of moral sense of responsibility toward a partner in misfortune, so he simply hugged it onto the bed, held it tightly in his arms, and slept together.
Man and dog, sunk in the comfortable and soft silk bedding, with the soft quilt covering their heads, just preparing to sleep until the end of time, but suddenly someone knocked on the bedroom door.
Chi Ye responded very reluctantly; it was probably someone bringing food again.
The butler gentleman opened the door and politely said hello, then stepped aside to let in a stranger; judging by the medical kit he carried, he should be a private doctor.
Chi Ye was suspicious; who was this going to examine?
Then, he saw the tall He Lin, walking behind the doctor, as expressionless as always.
Chi Ye shivered all over, and instantly, he was not suspicious anymore.
Done for!
The hunger strike and pretending to be sick were about to be exposed.
Would he be shoved back into the little dark room again?