Due to family pressure and his upbringing, for over twenty years, Yan Xun could almost be said to have lived for his family.
All his energy was devoted to studying, working, and making money. Although he had had a few pursuers, he had never considered personal issues before meeting Chu Tingyun.
Because he had no time, no energy, and no conditions, he also had no thoughts about it.
This resulted in Yan Xun being still a blank slate in matters of love and sex at the age of twenty-one.
The adult videos he had seen were limited to pop-up ads online and the accidental loud playback by some male classmates in the university dorm.
They weren’t appealing, and Yan Xun found them quite disgusting.
But he also understood that such things were common and normal; generally, boys would have some colorful films on their computers.
It was just that recording their own and their partner’s private videos, cutting out the partner, and then watching themselves quivering in those images while recalling every movement of the partner…
—Such things were still too far beyond Yan Xun’s understanding and imagination.
“Chu Tingyun, you really, really are…”
“What is it?”
The man reached out to pinch Yan Xun’s earlobe, his fingertip gently rubbing it, feeling that small bit of soft flesh gradually reddening and heating up until it was almost burning.
A tingling itch instantly spread from the earlobe, making Yan Xun feel a bit numb on one shoulder. He turned his head and grabbed Chu Tingyun’s wandering hand, but the next second, he heard the other say—
“Pervert? S*x fiend?”
Chu Tingyun helped him come up with two terms.
Yan Xun: “…”
It seems he has some self-awareness.
But he still didn’t understand.
Although their marriage had been forced, due to the premarital agreement, Yan Xun still fulfilled all the duties a partner should.
He gave hugs and affection as Chu Tingyun desired, and after it ended, Yan Xun had to take care of the aftermath, holding the person to wash up.
Sometimes when Chu Tingyun didn’t want to use protection, Yan Xun had to take care of things to prevent him from getting sick the next day. If things went too far, he also had to apply medicine to him.
And every time they argued, Chu Tingyun would still “force himself on” Yan Xun.
Yan Xun always felt that Chu Tingyun marrying him was purely to satisfy physical desires, as well as his psychological needs for conquest and revenge.
Even with that premise, since they had reached this point, why did Chu Tingyun still watch a blurry and incomplete tape to relieve his desires through imagination?
Yan Xun didn’t really understand and even had an extremely strange illusion, as if he hadn’t satisfied the man in some way, leading him to indulge in these messy things.
“Chu Tingyun, haven’t we already gotten married? Why are you still watching… watching this kind of thing?”
“Hmm? Is there a conflict between the two?”
Chu Tingyun tilted his head, inhaling the scent from the side of Yan Xun’s neck, warm and clean, with a hint of milk-scented shower gel.
As he smelled, he felt somewhat intoxicated.
So, unable to resist, he licked and then bit down on a piece of soft flesh, leaving a light pink mark like a small strawberry.
“Umm…”
This action came out of nowhere, making Yan Xun lowly hum.
He had just been sorting through Chu Tingyun’s logical reasoning, and suddenly the other had launched a sneak attack.
Smack!
Yan Xun slapped the man’s backside, sounding a bit annoyed.
“Chu Tingyun, you did it on purpose again…”
He had clearly said not to leave him with marks all over his neck that would be hard to hide, but Chu Tingyun, with his rebellious spirit, insisted on doing it every time.
Fortunately, it was early winter now, so Yan Xun could still wear high-necked clothes or use a scarf to cover up.
“Leaving a mark from a kiss and getting you to smack my backside seems pretty fair, right?”
Chu Tingyun had no sense of shame at all and was even eager to try it out.
He left a shallow bite mark on Yan Xun’s Adam’s apple, then eagerly moved to kiss his little husband’s lips.
“Umm…”
With rich experience, President Chu was well-versed in the art of “forced kissing.”
His hand gently pinched Yan Xun’s jaw, forcing him to tilt his head back a bit, causing the little husband’s mouth to naturally open, almost resembling a pose for a kiss.
Yan Xun was still lost in the so-called “fair trade,” completely unguarded as the man pressed him against the chair and kissed him all over.
Chu Tingyun’s kissing style was always like this—there was no tender or lingering atmosphere, just a strong, heated approach aimed at occupying, ravaging, and enjoying as quickly as possible.
The sounds traveled through bone conduction to his auditory nerves, and Yan Xun even had the illusion of cranial resonance, feeling a slight numbness at the base of his tongue, yet he instinctively responded.
Chu Tingyun loved this side of Yan Xun the most, especially how the other appeared bewildered by his sudden assaults yet couldn’t help but indulge in them.
“Xun Xun, you’re really nice to kiss, so sweet…”
Amid the heated kisses, he couldn’t help but tease a bit while reaching out to touch his little husband’s firm chest muscles.
Their home was always at a constant temperature, so even in early winter, they wore thin clothes indoors. At that moment, Yan Xun was wearing a black half-turtleneck fitted base layer.
This garment was, of course, also bought by Chu Tingyun. He was very skilled at dressing; sweatshirts and jackets had to be loose to create a certain atmosphere. Suit shirts needed to be tailored, fitting and slim to show off a tall, graceful figure.
As for base layers, they had to be tight.
Ideally, they should be close-fitting but not constricting, so every muscle’s shape was subtly visible—enough coverage, but also easy to see. Especially with a little husband like Yan Xun, whose chest and abdominal muscles were particularly beautiful, making him look especially sexy in it.
Yan Xun was completely unaware of Chu Tingyun’s intentions, now wearing whatever was in his closet, as long as it was clean, warm, and appropriate.
At that moment, the thin fabric seemed to serve only as decoration, and in just a few seconds, President Chu had thoroughly explored Yan Xun’s upper body.
“How about naming it… Ye Chengyi? It should be called Sweetheart Ye instead.”
Yan—Sweetheart—Xun: “…”
His breathing gradually became heavier.
“Chu Tingyun, you really are… saying all sorts of nonsense every day.”
Sometimes Yan Xun really wished Chu Tingyun were mute, but even if that were true, the other would probably still gesture to say those flirty things.
He pulled the man’s hand down, twisting it behind his back, and then heard the other say—
“Xun Xun, you seem a bit perverted too.”
Chu Tingyun leaned against his chest, while the fingers behind his back gently traced Yan Xun’s palm.
“It’s happened so many times, you either like to tie me up, or you pinch my hand like this.”
“Or you could look in the drawer under the table; we could use handcuffs tonight…”
In the past two weeks, they had both been very busy. Yan Xun was cooperating with the police investigation, meeting with Li Rong’s lawyer and private investigator, while also running back and forth to several project sites under Hongyuan Real Estate for investigations.
Chu Tingyun was even busier. It was no easy task to deal with two directors, and he also had to plan collaborations with the opposing company of the Chen family, working tirelessly day and night, even pulling a few all-nighters.
So they hadn’t had a proper intimate night in over two weeks.
Today, President Chu couldn’t take it anymore; he had to have a proper night!
Yan Xun: “…”
Originally, when he had just returned from Russia, he had a bit of PTSD regarding handcuffs, but after three years of marriage with Chu Tingyun, he had been desensitized.
“I’m not the pervert; you’re the one keeping handcuffs at home.”
He seemed to care a lot about not being labeled as a pervert by Chu Tingyun, so he decisively refused,
“—No need!”
“Fine, if you don’t want it.”
President Chu liked his little husband, not the handcuffs.
He didn’t care at all about Yan Xun’s refusal and directly climbed onto his lap, leaning in to kiss him again.
Kissing his lips, kissing his little dimples, kissing his Adam’s apple.
Yan Xun turned his head to dodge, but at such a close distance, there was nowhere to escape. Chu Tingyun relentlessly chased after him, kissing from his ear down to his neck, carefully avoiding the scab on the young man’s skin, lightly licking the surrounding flesh.
Perhaps because of the injury, that area had become particularly sensitive lately. Yan Xun’s Adam’s apple unconsciously moved a couple of times, and all his muscles tensed up.
“Hmm?”
Chu Tingyun instantly sensed Yan Xun’s change. Sitting on the young man’s lap, he gently twisted a bit, and the next second, Yan Xun suddenly lifted him and pinned him onto the desk.
This action naturally created some distance between them. Yan Xun stood up, and their perspectives switched.
President Chu sat on his own desk, looking up at Yan Xun while casually sweeping everything off the table, letting them clatter to the floor.
He couldn’t wait to lift Yan Xun’s shirt, tugging it up from the bottom and reaching in to touch him. At the same time, he proudly said,
“Good thing I was foresighted; I chose a big desk back then.”
Yan Xun: “…”
So was that considered when buying the desk?
He realized that his understanding of Chu Tingyun in that regard was still too shallow.
“Hmm…”
Lost in thought, a sudden sharp, itchy pain in his chest made Yan Xun groan softly. He immediately grabbed the back of the man’s neck, pulling him down from himself, and the black fabric left a circle of slightly damp marks, looking quite suggestive.
Touching was one thing, but this person was also biting.
Chu Tingyun hooked his neck, preemptively speaking before Yan Xun could.
“Little husband, what’s wrong? You don’t seem quite right today.”
After Yan Xun’s memory loss, aside from feeling a bit shy about the “Do you like me?” question the first time, once things got going, it was as if he ignited into a fire with just a little teasing from Chu Tingyun.
After kissing for quite a while today, why was he still shy?
“Umm… but it’s okay.”
President Chu was very understanding.
“After all, there’s a difference between the eighteen years of amnesia and the real eighteen years. Your youth is just too fleeting; how about I brew some goji berries for you tomorrow…”
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Xun couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Ha—uh!”
The young man’s rough fingers slipped into Chu Tingyun’s mouth, stirring around before punishingly squeezing his tongue a few times. Then, Yan Xun directly yanked down Chu Tingyun’s tie and used it to bind the man’s mouth.
“Shut up.”
“Hmm…”
President Chu immediately obediently complied. The usually glamorous tie was used as a rope, and the hot breath escaping from the man’s mouth soaked into it, leaving a very visible dark stain.
The reduced oxygen level combined with the excitement made his handsome face blush slightly, his eyes becoming misty, gazing straight at Yan Xun.
At that moment, Yan Xun had skillfully removed that black base layer. As he raised his hand, the defined muscles along his side were especially noticeable, with a circle of bite marks on his chest.
Chu Tingyun realized that every time he flirted, he had to use all his strength, but Yan Xun managed it effortlessly. For instance, now he wished he could pounce and lick again, but unfortunately, at this moment, Yan Xun had flipped him over, making him unable to see.
Chu Tingyun’s upper body pressed down on the desk, but the desk wasn’t wide enough, so his feet were still standing on the carpet.
Click!
The sound of the belt sliding through the buckle was particularly clear.
Then he heard Yan Xun opening the lowest drawer nearby and pulling out a co-ndom. At this point, Chu Tingyun had no time to consider how Yan Xun knew it was there because he was lifted by Yan Xun’s hand at the bend of his leg, placing it on the table.
“Umm…”
His mouth was bound by the tie, so Chu Tingyun couldn’t speak. But he could clearly feel Yan Xun’s fingers. Tiny kisses trailed down his back like special, possessive marks.
“Umm! You…”
Chu Tingyun’s body began to tremble. He wanted to say that Yan Xun was the pervert or that the other was simply taking revenge on him for neutering the cat. But soon, he forgot what he wanted to say, his mind filled only with thoughts about how powerful the other was with just his hands.
Chu Tingyun realized that Yan Xun really picked up on things quickly, especially in this regard, he seemed to be progressing at an astonishing rate.
He initially thought that if Yan Xun became a bit shyer, should he try to counterattack tonight.
But that thought didn’t last five minutes before it shattered.
It shattered completely.
As soon as he had the thought of touching Yan Xun’s backside, he was discovered by the other. His hand, which had failed in its attempt, was pulled over by the little husband, leaving a bite mark on his wrist. His backside was also slapped several times. President Chu immediately became obedient, behaving and ready to be the receptive one.
However, he still wanted to be a bit mischievous, like turning on the video.
“Chu Tingyun, you…!”
Yan Xun hadn’t expected it to be like this.
But now he had no time to care, or maybe he was just stimulated by Chu Tingyun’s “Mmm mmm mmm.”
He was saying, “Put on some background noise.”
Yan Xun: “…”
In embarrassment and anger, he exerted a lot of force. Even the heavy solid wood desk began to shake slightly. The tie, which wasn’t tied tightly, quickly loosened while rubbing against the desk, leaving a noticeable red mark on Chu Tingyun’s face.
“Wait, Yan Xun, wait a moment…”
Yan Xun knew what that meant—he was uncomfortable in that position. So he picked the man up again to continue. Chu Tingyun vaguely sensed that something was different this time, but at that moment, he had no time to think about it; he just eagerly tore off the tie and leaned in to kiss.
However, after a short while, it became too much for him; he felt he needed goji berries.
But Yan Xun didn’t need them.
Even if he wasn’t eighteen, the little husband was still very capable.
He moved Chu Tingyun from the desk to the sofa, then to the bathroom, and finally back to the bedroom. Once Chu Tingyun fell asleep, Yan Xun went to tidy up the study, clearing the desk and picking up everything that had been swept onto the floor by Chu Tingyun, arranging them one by one.
Of course, the last important task was to delete all the videos on the man’s computer, completely destroying them and leaving no traces.
The next day, as expected, President Chu skipped the morning shift.
If it weren’t for the recent busy matters, he would have wanted to skip the afternoon shift as well.
He was really annoyed.
Annoyed by those people from the Chen family, always causing all sorts of chaos. Otherwise, he could have taken a good nap at home in the afternoon.
But regardless, after having lunch, Yan Xun still drove him to the company.
Due to the previous car accident and the flowerpot incident, Yan Xun had been personally driving Chu Tingyun to and from work recently. He even suggested whether Chu Tingyun should hire a bodyguard or something.
President Chu felt it was unnecessary.
Having a big lightbulb standing next to him would be so annoying, right?
Work was already frustrating; having his little husband pick him up every day was a bit of comfort.
Today in the car, Yan Xun specifically put a cushion in the passenger seat.
As for why he did it, both of them knew very well.
Chu Tingyun sat down without hesitation but carefully. After last night, when he had been stimulated hard, not only did he get his backside slapped, but he was also bitten several times. Chu Tingyun felt that today he could only stand at work.
“Tsk…”
President Chu suddenly missed his little husband before the memory loss but after the marriage.
Of course, this was limited to the bed.
Because the other person had managed that balance perfectly, making Chu Tingyun feel good, while also thinking about him every day. Most importantly, the other person wouldn’t make him drink goji berry tea every day and constantly pay attention to his sitting posture.
So in the following days, President Chu was quite well-behaved. Kisses and hugs were okay, but he thought it was best to sleep simply for now.
He redirected his energy to serious matters.
As expected, just as Chu Tingyun predicted, the Chen family was in deep trouble but hadn’t fallen yet.
In the past couple of days, they had found another bank, used some tricks to bridge the gap, and secured a loan from a tech company for cash flow, while seemingly also borrowing high-interest loans behind the scenes.
At the same time, news came from the U.S.
It was said that Wei Zhen had been harassed by a few local black guys for several days, and his luck wasn’t good; there had been a shooting incident near his neighborhood.
Wei Zhen was scared out of his wits and secretly ran back to the country.
Of course, this wasn’t the main point; the main point was that Assistant Fang told Chu Tingyun that Wei Zhen seemed to have a way with women, having hooked up with two women soon after arriving in the U.S.
“Hmm, both of those women have some money.”
Assistant Fang spoke very euphemistically, but it was clear that this Wei Zhen was simply a gigolo living off women.
Chu Tingyun raised an eyebrow, suddenly feeling that the old man might have a bit of green on his head. Just thinking about this made him unable to help but laugh, and he quickly sent a message to Yan Xun to share the gossip with his little husband.
At that moment, Yan Xun was at the hospital with his mother, trying to obtain his medical reports from the car accident.
Since the car had been checked so many times without issues, it meant the problem lay with him. However, this problem might not be subjective, as Yan Xun remembered feeling a bit dizzy when he answered the phone at that time.
Aside from the reports, Yan Xun planned to take his mother to the accident car later for sampling and testing.
When he received Chu Tingyun’s message, Yan Xun could already imagine how bright the other’s smile was at that moment.
Yan Xun: “Then let’s check when Chen Wanqing and this Wei Zhen met. Just like you said, even if they conspired with Zhang Xingzhou to cause the flowerpot incident, it shouldn’t be Chen Wanqing doing it.”
Xueshan: “Checked, the beauty salon was established seventeen years ago, and before that, Wei Zhen was just a bartender; we’re not too sure if they actually had an affair.”
That said, Chu Tingyun had already made up his mind.
Yan Xun pondered for a moment and asked, “But the head of the appraisal agency I went to just happens to be Zhang Xingzhou, who is also connected to Wei Zhen and Chen Wanqing. Isn’t that too coincidental?”
Chu Tingyun: “…”
In a flash of inspiration, something crossed his mind.
“Not coincidental.”
Because the reason Chu Tingyun took Yan Xun to that agency was that Jiang Chenghai had taken Jiang Yuhang there before.
If the person behind it had a vested interest in Chen Wanqing, then the initial appraisal results were in question, weren’t they?
Yan Xun: “What’s not coincidental?”
Xueshan: “Hmm, maybe there’s another happy thing.”
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Yan Xun: “?”
Xueshan: “You go ahead and stay busy. I’ll confirm something and tell you when I come back tonight.”
After ending the chat, Chu Tingyun immediately started flipping through photos.
Of course, he hadn’t saved any pictures of Jiang Chenghai and Jiang Yuhang, so he went to the company’s official website to look.
Soon, Chu Tingyun spread out all the photos of the Jiang family on the table.
Of course, excluding Chen Wanqing.
Jiang Chenghai was 1.82 meters tall, well-built, with a cold and stern face, and his features were sharply defined like they were carved from stone—handsome and authoritative.
He certainly had a good appearance; otherwise, his mother wouldn’t have willingly stayed in China to marry and have children.
Chu Tingyun didn’t look at all like his biological father, but in terms of body shape, he had perfectly inherited his father’s genes—tall and long-legged, standing at 1.80 meters without shoes.
Jiang Jingshu shared some similarities in her nose and mouth with her father but had a more feminine softness. She was also tall, standing at a full 1.70 meters.
Only Jiang Yuhang showed no trace of his father; his features were very gentle, with single eyelids and a somewhat Korean handsome look, standing only around 1.75 meters.
At a glance, it was hard to tell that all three children resembled their father, so based purely on appearance, it was difficult for anyone to directly suspect that Jiang Yuhang wasn’t a Jiang family bloodline.
But when Chu Tingyun compared the faces of Wei Zhen and Jiang Yuhang, he found they indeed had some resemblance, mainly in their gentle and harmless aura, which attracted women’s affection.
“Tsk tsk tsk…”
The foolish younger brother might not be his biological brother; the old fox had been cunning and shrewd his whole life but had raised someone else’s son for over twenty years, his head practically glowing green.
If this were true, Chu Tingyun would wake up laughing in his dreams at night.
Moreover, if it were true, why had he been working so hard during this time?
He could directly have Jiang Chenghai do another paternity test; he wouldn’t need Chu Tingyun to intervene—his scummy dad would be eager to tear apart the entire Chen family!
The more Chu Tingyun thought about it, the more he felt this matter was very real.
He didn’t want to beat around the bush and wait for some concrete evidence to speak, but directly picked up the landline to call Jiang Chenghai’s office.
The old fox was clever and suspicious; as long as Chu Tingyun hinted at the relationship between those three, the other party would go investigate himself.
Even if Jiang Yuhang was his biological son, Chu Tingyun felt it would be satisfying to gross the other out.
“Beep… beep…”
No one answered.
Strange.
Chu Tingyun glanced at the time; he remembered Jiang Chenghai was at the company today, so he should be working at this hour.
He then called on his mobile phone, but still no one picked up.
Before he could be transferred to Jiang Chenghai’s secretary, the office door was suddenly pushed open by Su Yao, her voice urgent and slightly cracking.
“Chu Tingyun!!!”
“Hurry! Your old man was just sent to the hospital for emergency treatment!”
As soon as her voice fell, an ambulance siren blared outside.
Chu Tingyun froze: “…”
Then he abruptly stood up.
