“Handcuff me again?”
Yan Xun keenly caught onto this key phrase from Chu Tingyun’s earlier words. His first reaction was to wonder if Chu Tingyun had regained his memory.
But Yan Xun quickly dismissed the idea.
No, it’s unlikely.
If Chu Tingyun had regained his memory, his reaction would be one of extreme awkwardness, dying of embarrassment, unwilling to face the foolish things he did yesterday, rather than eagerly provoking trouble again.
The most important thing was that although Chu Tingyun had never completely given up on the idea of taking control, after learning his lesson the first day, he would usually be obedient for at least half a month before his ambition to take charge would start to rekindle.
But today, Chu Tingyun had bounced back so quickly, probably still in a state of amnesia and blindly confident about himself.
Yan Xun realized that this guy Chu Tingyun was the kind of person who forgets the pain once the wound heals.
“So, you don’t think handcuffing someone is illegal now?”
Yan Xun let Chu Tingyun cuff both of his hands without resisting; in fact, he even cooperated a little.
“…”
Chu Tingyun froze at his own words, but quickly, thick-skinned as ever, leaned in closer.
“Of course not. And actually, it isn’t illegal.”
Yan Xun raised an eyebrow, questioning silently.
“Not illegal?”
“Well, you need to analyze the situation case by case.”
Yan Xun was curious to hear how Chu Tingyun would twist his logic.
“What situation? How are you analyzing this?”
“Hmm, let me think…”
Chu Tingyun reached over to open Yan Xun’s jacket and pulled out the tie from under his sweater. It wasn’t a formal suit tie but rather something simpler, with a school-like DK vibe.
Chu Tingyun thought to himself that no wonder when he first saw Yan Xun, he was impressed with the man’s sense of style and aesthetics. Later, checking his phone’s shopping history, he realized all the clothes were bought by him, and even Yan Xun himself was someone he had specifically chosen.
Anything carefully selected by Chu Tingyun was, of course, perfect in every way, something to be adored in every way.
“The situation is, no matter how bad the process you describe sounds, in the end, you were still willing to marry me.”
As Chu Tingyun spoke, he grabbed Yan Xun by the tie and led him step by step from the hallway to the living room.
Actually, he had only found some old recordings. Since there were long gaps between the recordings and no clear context, he didn’t know exactly what had happened between him and Yan Xun in the past.
It was just like when Yan Xun woke up from amnesia, having forgotten all their disagreements, misunderstandings, and painful moments.
What Chu Tingyun experienced firsthand was the present happiness, family, and love. As for having once stripped Yan Xun and cuffed him to the bed, he had only indirectly confirmed that through a recording.
Experience and knowledge are two different things.
So, Chu Tingyun only considered the so-called “forceful conquest” as playful tugging and teasing during their courtship.
Because of this, he was very confident in his logic now—
“I can cuff you to the bed, but it’s not like I’m cuffing you to the marriage office, right?”
“Marriage isn’t a crime either, is it?”
Chu Tingyun laid out his argument confidently.
“Since it’s come to this, it’s not a matter of legality at all.”
It was all just consensual play.
Yan Xun: “…”
Unfortunately, the marriage contract had been burned on the night of their wedding ceremony, or else Yan Xun would’ve liked to dig it out and slap it on this man’s face.
But at the moment, Yan Xun had no intention of explaining or arguing with Chu Tingyun. The misunderstandings of the past had long been resolved, and there was no need to bring it up again now that Chu Tingyun had lost his memory.
Moreover, rather than bringing up old issues, Yan Xun preferred to teach Chu Tingyun a lesson in another way. So, he didn’t struggle and cooperatively let the man drag him over to the sofa.
“Chu Tingyun, I originally thought that last night would’ve been enough to give you some clarity.”
“Yan Xun, tonight, it’s you who should gain some new understanding!”
Chu Tingyun spoke with confidence.
As he finished, he forcefully pushed Yan Xun’s chest, knocking him onto the sofa. He pressed Yan Xun’s cuffed hands above his head, hanging them over the back of the sofa, then leaned in for a forceful kiss.
Yan Xun’s fall was graceful, and he even raised his hands slightly to cooperate.
Perhaps he appeared so cooperative that what was supposed to be a forceful kiss gradually turned into something more tender and lingering. It even seemed as though the eager and excited Chu Tingyun was the one begging for a kiss.
Yan Xun opened his eyes, gazing indifferently at the man’s excited and smug expression. Amidst their kiss, he let out a soft laugh.
“Chu Tingyun, you know… you had a period like this once before.”
Back when they first got married, Yan Xun, bound by the “partner duties” in their marriage contract, was nearly obedient to every one of Chu Tingyun’s demands. He would silently and compliantly go along with almost anything Chu Tingyun asked.
So, Chu Tingyun’s courage grew over time. He wanted to be on top and see what Yan Xun would look like if he was pushed to tears. He tried a few times, just as he was doing now.
“But you never once succeeded.”
At that time, Yan Xun had been mentally conflicted and depressed, desperately trying to restrain himself from falling too deep. So, most of the time, it was Chu Tingyun being taken care of, and Yan Xun never had to miss a day of work.
Having learned his lesson and been well taken care of, Chu Tingyun eventually gave up on his ambitions of taking control.
Later, after Yan Xun lost his memory, his younger self at 18 was so innocent and adorable that Chu Tingyun’s ambitions started stirring again. But given his previous failures, he only dared to occasionally test the waters carefully. Now that it was his turn to lose his memory, he had completely forgotten the lessons of the past.
Yan Xun thought for a moment and mentally slapped a “repeating the same mistakes” label on the man.
“Chu Tingyun, have you ever wondered why you never succeeded before?”
“…Huh?”
Chu Tingyun panted as he pulled back, not quite understanding what Yan Xun meant by “had a period like this.”
But, honestly, he didn’t care. He tugged open Yan Xun’s collar, leaving several marks on the other man’s neck, staking his claim.
Having successfully cuffed Yan Xun’s hands, achieving the most critical step of his plan, Chu Tingyun was naturally exhilarated.
Though it wasn’t easy to undress Yan Xun with his hands bound, that wasn’t as daunting as dealing with Yan Xun’s violent resistance.
Chu Tingyun quickly found a pair of scissors in the coffee table drawer. He knelt on the sofa between Yan Xun’s legs, cupping the young man’s chin to make him raise his head.
“Whether I succeed or not doesn’t matter.”
Chu Tingyun looked down at him, a smirk spreading across his face.
“Yan Xun, darling, with your hands cuffed, aren’t you now completely at my mercy?”
He had stopped calling him “brother” and switched to “darling.”
“…At your mercy?”
Yan Xun narrowed his eyes slightly. He realized that Chu Tingyun didn’t have a clear understanding of the power difference between the two of them.
“If you unlock the cuffs now and apologize, I might consider letting this go.”
Chu Tingyun thought Yan Xun was the one lacking awareness.
“Ha… power difference?”
He figured Yan Xun was just trying to bluff his way out. Chu Tingyun ignored him, using the scissors to cut through Yan Xun’s clothes.
Rip—
But cutting was too slow for him, so the impatient Chu Tingyun resorted to tearing the fabric by hand.
This action seemed to catch Yan Xun off guard. His pupils dilated slightly, his breathing quickened, and he had an obvious reaction. Chu Tingyun noticed right away and chuckled, leaning in for a kiss.
“So, you like this, huh?”
“You like this kind of thing, don’t you, Yan Xun? You enjoy being… forced, don’t you?”
He kissed Yan Xun as he spoke, breathlessly.
“How about I use your belt later, tie your hands and feet together…”
Having convinced himself that this time, he had Yan Xun under control, Chu Tingyun’s confidence grew rapidly.
Yan Xun stopped speaking, closing his eyes and turning his head aside. But his flushed face and the ragged clothing couldn’t conceal his obvious physical reaction.
And the more Yan Xun behaved this way, the more excited Chu Tingyun became.
“Open your eyes, Yan Xun. Why aren’t you looking today?”
“……”
After a brief pause, Yan Xun opened his eyes and looked at him.
“Since… you want to be the one on top, Chu Tingyun, do you even know how?”
“Of course I do!”
That afternoon, Chu Tingyun hadn’t just listened to recordings; he had also thoroughly studied online guides. But most importantly, he had personally experienced it last night, so he was confident that he could follow through.
Yan Xun stared at him for a few seconds, then his hand on the back of the sofa reached towards Chu Tingyun and he pushed his head down.
“Do it first,” Yan Xun instructed, pressing Chu Tingyun’s head down towards him.
“…”
Chu Tingyun froze for a moment.
Yan Xun softened his tone to coax him, “Since you know how, you should be aware that the receiving partner needs to relax first. And didn’t I do this for you last night?”
That was true, but…
Chu Tingyun hesitated, but as soon as he heard Yan Xun say, “Then let me do it,” he immediately complied!
Though his movements were still a bit clumsy, Yan Xun guided him gently by holding his head.
“Mmm…”
After quite some effort, it finally ended. Chu Tingyun’s face was completely wet.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
After a brief bout of coughing, Chu Tingyun wiped his face with the back of his hand and prepared for the next step. The body oil and small umbrella had long been ready. This time, he was determined to use them for more than just decoration.
A small umbrella without real use is not a proper umbrella!
Just then, Chu Tingyun heard a familiar “click.”
He froze in place and looked up to meet Yan Xun’s gaze.
At this moment, their positions had reversed. Yan Xun was breathing heavily, his face flushed, and his eyes sparkled with pleasure. His lips curved into a slight smile as he looked down at Chu Tingyun.
In his hand, seemingly out of nowhere, was a safety pin he had retrieved from his bag. The pin slid into the lock, twisted a bit, and with a subtle motion, it unlatched.
In front of Chu Tingyun, Yan Xun leisurely freed himself from the handcuffs and then locked them onto Chu Tingyun’s wrists.
“Click—”
The sound of the cuff snapping shut was clear.
These cuffs were not the kind police use to restrain criminals.
The customized cuffs Chu Tingyun had ordered before were long gone, replaced with newer toy handcuffs, far inferior in quality. After having been ambushed by Chu Tingyun with them before, Yan Xun had specifically studied their design, so he naturally knew how to unlock them without a key.
So the amnesiac Chu Tingyun had never considered that his ultimate weapon—handcuffs—would only serve as decoration on Yan Xun.
He stared dumbfounded at his own wrists, as if a thunderbolt had struck his mind.
At that moment, it suddenly dawned on him.
He understood why, even though he had really cuffed Yan Xun to the bed, he was still the one being dominated.
He understood why Yan Xun had just said that he didn’t have a clear understanding of the gap in their strength.
Every word was spot on—absolute truth.
Chu Tingyun was indeed the kind of person who forgets the pain once the wound heals, but in reality, he was also very afraid of pain. Seeing the situation turn dire, he didn’t even have time to wipe his face before he immediately got up and tried to run.
However, after squatting on the ground for too long, his legs were numb, and when he stood up, he couldn’t run. But even if his legs hadn’t been numb, Yan Xun would have still grabbed him back with ease.
Since there was no escape, Chu Tingyun quickly swallowed his pride and tried to flatter and beg for mercy.
“Yan Xun gege, I… I was just joking with you.”
“Joking?”
Yan Xun grabbed Chu Tingyun’s ankle and cuffed the other end of the handcuffs to it. Just like Chu Tingyun had said earlier—binding his hands and feet together.
In addition, Yan Xun grabbed the pair of scissors Chu Tingyun had used earlier. He placed the cold but blunt edge of the scissors on Chu Tingyun’s Adam’s apple and slowly slid it down, across his stomach, and further down, pressing against the spot where medicine had just been applied this morning.
“Then let me joke with you too.”
Chu Tingyun: “……”
He was done for.
Absolutely done for!!!
What followed was a series of muffled sounds, indistinguishable words, ??? vague movements, and everything eventually shifted to the bed in the bedroom. Finally, Yan Xun carried him to the bathroom.
At first, Chu Tingyun was shaking his head, desperately apologizing and admitting his mistakes. But in the end, all that remained were his pleas for mercy and tears.
The handcuffs that had connected his left hand and foot were unlocked, but not completely. They were loosened around his wrist and now dangled from his ankle.
“Buzz—”
Chu Tingyun’s phone buzzed three times, indicating someone had sent a message.
If it were his work phone, Yan Xun wouldn’t have bothered at such a critical moment, but this was his personal phone. So Yan Xun opened it and took a glance.
What he saw made his blood boil—Chu Tingyun had changed Yan Xun’s contact name from “Little Husband” to “Little Wife.”
“……”
Yan Xun had lost count of how many times Chu Tingyun had made him laugh in disbelief.
“Little Wife, huh?”
“Chu Tingyun, do you have other ‘big wives’?”
“……”
Chu Tingyun wished he could go back to this morning and change it again.
“Husband… Little Husband…”
Was there still time to change it back?
Yan Xun ignored him and opened the messages. It was a voice message from Jiang Jingshu. She had heard from Yan Xun the day before that Chu Tingyun had fallen and gotten injured at the ice rink, so she had come to check in on his condition today.
Watching Chu Tingyun’s knees buckle by the sink, Yan Xun considered for a moment, then played the message and held the phone to his ear.
Chu Tingyun couldn’t hear what the message was saying, but from the mirror, he saw Yan Xun holding the phone to his ear. He assumed Yan Xun was actually on a phone call.
Talking to someone… at a time like this? On the phone??
Chu Tingyun’s mind felt like it was about to explode.
But in the end, all he could do was lower his voice, pleading softly:
“Yan Xun gege, hang up, please hang up.”
“You can’t—”
Chu Tingyun quickly realized that he had no control over his own voice. So he stopped speaking, biting his wrist tightly to stop himself from making any sound that might be overheard. After a while, when he could no longer endure it, he finally cried out, “Stop… Yan Xun, stop!!”
When Chu Tingyun was a child, he had hated Jiang Shenghai. One time, he had ruined a very important document of his father’s, and his father had threatened to “make his bottom bloom.” But of course, Jiang Shenghai never followed through.
—Because his mother took him back to Sochi.
But what Jiang Shenghai had never managed to do, Yan Xun thoroughly accomplished today.
Chu Tingyun finally understood why, in his thirties, he had already reached the point of needing to drink traditional medicine to boost his stamina and kidney health. With Yan Xun treating him like this, how could he not need it…
In short, after this, Chu Tingyun finally came to terms with his position.
When Yan Xun asked if he dared to challenge him again, Chu Tingyun could no longer speak. All he could do was shake his head desperately.
“No more.”
“Never again… sob.”
This time, Chu Tingyun truly, completely lost any desire to act up.
For the next half a month, Chu Tingyun was very obedient—or rather, well-behaved and quiet.
After staying at home for a few days, he went to the company to experience the life of President Chu again. Sometimes he and Yan Xun would go back to their parents’ home for meals.
The first time Chu Tingyun visited the Ye family home, he made a surprising discovery—
There was actually someone who cooked better than Yan Xun?!
With their parents’ enthusiastic hospitality, it was impossible to decline, so every time they left the family home, they wouldn’t go straight home. Instead, they’d take a walk to digest the food. Yan Xun even prepared some children’s digestion tablets for Chu Tingyun in advance.
But most of the time, Chu Tingyun would complain about being too tired to walk after a short while, insisting Yan Xun carry him.
“Yan Xun gege, I really can’t walk anymore.”
“…Alright.”
Yan Xun would squat down and carry him on his back.
Carrying him on their walk, Yan Xun would then carry him all the way home.
Leaning on Yan Xun’s shoulder, Chu Tingyun couldn’t help but think—
—The future is so good.
The person I chose is so good.
…If only Yan Xun didn’t immediately weigh him on the scale when they got home.
In fact, the slight weight gain was just from having just eaten, but Xiao Chu, who was very strict about his self-image, would always wail in distress whenever he saw the number.
Especially because of his past as an athlete, Chu Tingyun was particularly sensitive about his weight.
Yan Xun comforted him, “It’s okay. Having a little fat on your belly is nice.”
Because it feels good to touch, very soft.
Chu Tingyun immediately turned his head and asked, “Do you have this much fat on your belly?”
Yan Xun looked at him in confusion, as if to say, “Why are you asking something you already know?”
“Of course not, you touch it every day, don’t you?”
Chu Tingyun: “…”
Xiao Chu slowly closed his eyes and silently felt his heart break a little.
The very next day, Chu Tingyun started a fat-loss routine.
Yan Xun was very supportive, exercising with him and preparing low-fat meals every day.
With his athletic habits, good physical condition, and scientific approach, Chu Tingyun slimmed down quickly.
But a month later, when Chu Tingyun proudly showed off his progress to Yan Xun by taking off his shirt, Yan Xun only said one thing:
“Very nice.”
It was only later that Chu Tingyun realized there was a second half to that sentence—
“Very easy to outline shapes, too.”
The night that those shapes became apparent, Chu Tingyun slept deeply and had a long dream.
He dreamed of Yan Xun back in university, dreamed of Sochi, and dreamed of the small villa near the snowy mountains that his grandfather had left behind…
Forgotten fragments of memories wove together like a river, slowly flowing through his mind.
By the time he woke up at noon the next day, eighteen-year-old Xiao Chu had returned to being thirty-four-year-old President Chu.
As usual, Yan Xun pulled Chu Tingyun out of bed.
He said a lot of things, but the newly-recovered Chu Tingyun was so dazed that he didn’t catch much of it.
“…You can work from home this afternoon. I’ll have Assistant Fang bring you the important documents.”
Yan Xun noticed that Chu Tingyun kept staring at him blankly and found it odd.
“What’s wrong? Do you feel unwell?”
“…Mm.”
Chu Tingyun blinked as if snapping out of a trance. He immediately clutched his head and collapsed into Yan Xun’s arms.
“Oh no, maybe I slept too long, my head feels a little dizzy.”
“Dizzy?”
Yan Xun held him in his arms, and then heard Chu Tingyun continue:
“I don’t think I’ll be able to review the documents this afternoon. Xun Xun, could you help me take a look?”
Since Chu Tingyun had lost his memory for a while, Yan Xun had helped handle many things.
It wasn’t a big deal, perfectly normal. But just as Yan Xun was about to nod in agreement, something suddenly occurred to him.
“Alright, but I just remembered something.”
Yan Xun lowered his gaze and studied the man’s expression.
“Our prenuptial agreement got burned. Did you delete the electronic backup?”
“Electronic backup?”
Chu Tingyun was surprised. He looked up at Yan Xun and blurted out—
“Didn’t you write that yourself? How would I have an electronic backup?”
“……”
Yan Xun didn’t say anything, just stared at him with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.
Chu Tingyun’s heart skipped a beat, and he realized.
“…Xun Xun, I was just joking.”
Yan Xun laughed in exasperation: “So you’re lying to me again, huh, Chu Tingyun?”
President Chu swallowed silently and tried to run on the spot.
But the next second, Yan Xun grabbed him by the back of his knees, dragged him out, and pinned him to the bed, giving his bottom a thorough spanking.
“Ah… I was wrong… Xun Xun, you can’t do this! I was just joking!”
“Little Husband… at least, at least let me put on some pants before you spank me…”
