Fu Rong stood up and walked toward the door. He liked obedience, but seeing someone kneeling and begging like this, while being so compliant, made the person lose all uniqueness.

With that face and that body, it was hard for Fu Rong not to think of someone else.

Just as he opened the door, suddenly someone collided into him from behind, wrapping their arms around him.

In all these years, Fu Rong had never encountered something like this, and his expression immediately turned cold.

If the boy hadn’t been blindfolded, seeing Fu Rong’s face would have scared him enough to let go and back away. But because he couldn’t see, he grabbed Fu Rong’s clothes, begging him not to leave. The boy had no other options. He owed tens of thousands in debt, which he couldn’t repay. He cried, saying it would only be this one time. After paying off the debt, he promised to study hard and stop wasting money. He explained that he had been tricked by someone he thought was a friend, someone he liked, but in the end, that person used his feelings.

He swore he would study hard and not fall into ruin. The boy was nearly sobbing as he pleaded, sliding down to the floor, clutching Fu Rong’s pant leg. His face was covered with tears, soaking the black cloth over his eyes.

Fu Rong looked down coldly, showing little sympathy. There were many people like this, many who were deceived, but as the boy’s body pressed against him, Fu Rong felt the warmth and softness.

He usually had no interest in those who sold their bodies for money, but this person was different. He already knew the answer in his heart.

The boy gasped as Fu Rong suddenly lifted him off the ground.

Unable to see what was happening around him, the boy’s face showed anxiety, and he could only hold onto Fu Rong’s clothes.

He was placed on the sofa—not a bed, but the sofa. Soon after, the boy’s only silk shirt slipped off, silently falling onto the carpet.

Fu Rong thought he must have gone mad. He really had. All the composure he once had seemed to shatter at that moment. He couldn’t believe he was captivated by someone like this, staying behind because of them.

He treated this person as a substitute for someone else. It was a mutual need, knowing it wasn’t real, but he couldn’t control himself.

It was as though the violent and cruel desires within him were all unleashed at once.

The room was filled with the boy’s crying and pleading, but Fu Rong couldn’t stop, as if he had torn off his usual refined and gentle facade. In this room, he had become a mad beast.

All he wanted was to conquer and destroy.

At some point, the boy’s blindfold fell off, revealing his eyes.

When Fu Rong saw them, he felt a sudden tightness in his chest. He was even a bit nervous. Then he realized that the boy’s eyes were different from that other person’s. The boy’s pupils were a deep brown, not the light brown of the other person.

This confirmed to Fu Rong that this was not Chi Yao. The boy even had a tattoo on the back of his neck, something the other person did not have. They were not the same.

The boy’s short, ash-gray hair shook slightly, drenched in sweat. His sobbing became intermittent, and eventually turned into hoarse gasps.

The night sky was dark, but as the first light began to appear on the horizon, Fu Rong stood beside the sofa, buttoning up his shirt.

Looking down at the person who had completely passed out, Fu Rong found the scene oddly familiar, as if he had seen this in a dream before.

It couldn’t have been real; it must have been a dream. Fu Rong had only ever lost control this one time.

Fu Rong left the room. The manager quickly approached him. His expression was a bit unusual, but Fu Rong didn’t pay him much attention. The manager bowed slightly and asked cautiously, “Mr. Fu, how was everything?”

Fu Rong showed no emotion, as if nothing had happened.

“I’ll double the money. Make sure you transfer it all to him.” Fu Rong glanced at the manager.

The manager, who had been worried about things going wrong, felt relieved. It seemed nothing had gone awry after all.

Suppressing his racing heart, the manager nodded repeatedly. “Yes, yes, don’t worry. I’ll make sure all the money gets to him.”

Fu Rong quickly left.

After leaving the room, Fu Rong sat in his car and lit a cigarette. Narrowing his eyes, he pressed his lips together. The steamy moment that had just ended lingered in his mind.

But he couldn’t lose control again. It would only happen this one time.

Fu Rong drove away.

Once Fu Rong had left, the manager, still anxious, opened the door. A strong, lingering scent of after steamy sex hit him as soon as he entered, causing him to cough slightly, a subtle signal to alert the person inside.

He kept his head down, not daring to look directly at Chi Yao, but he did notice the boy’s pale foot resting on the carpet, causing the manager to feel a sudden heat. Despite the air conditioning, he felt hot.

Chi Yao stood up, wrapped in a blanket. He walked straight to the bathroom.

The sound of running water filled the room, steady and quiet. The manager stood silently at the door. Chi Yao finished washing quickly, only rinsing the outside since he still needed to keep the man’s semen inside, hoping to conceive.

Chi Yao took out a set of clothes from the closet, already prepared, and dressed himself. Finally, he put on his shoes.

He approached the manager, his gaze cold and sharp. The manager didn’t dare move, not even to take a breath.

“This time, I’ll trouble you to take care of things,” Chi Yao said. “Thank you.”

“I’ll transfer a million to your personal account. Just make sure to keep this a secret.”

“I assume you wouldn’t want to cross Fu Rong, would you?” Chi Yao whispered, smiling softly near the manager’s ear.

The manager’s fingers trembled. He felt like slapping himself for being too greedy. It was his own greed for Chi Yao’s money that had led him to help orchestrate this whole setup.

If Fu Rong ever found out, the manager feared for his life.