The day after Zhou Qing found out his man—well, ex-man—cheated, he went out and slept with someone too.

Once done, he felt completely satisfied and went back to tell Zheng Gongdong, “I’m here to pack up my stuff.”

If it weren’t Sunday today, he wouldn’t have even needed to see him—he could’ve just grabbed his things and left, no need to face this scumbag again.

Zheng Gongdong stayed silent, smoking as he watched Zhou Qing pack his bags, his cold, handsome face giving nothing away.

Zhou Qing felt disgusted by him and couldn’t be bothered to talk. He’d never been easy to get along with anyway.

There were plenty of people who wanted to crawl into Zheng Gongdong’s bed, so Zhou Qing didn’t even bother warning him. It was pointless to warn or monitor each other to stay faithful, unless Zhou Qing had nothing better to do than cling to Zheng Gongdong 24/7—a cheater would still cheat, and there was no stopping that.

He has always been an open-minded person. Love was love, but when it came to being disgusted, he was as disgusted as he needed to be. He was meticulous about boundaries to the extreme. If others thought he was unreasonable, all he could do was wish that their partner would cheat on them for a lifetime, and that the person they thought was understanding would remain understanding forever.

Zheng Gongdong understood his viciousness. When Zhou Qing returned alone, it didn’t take long before five or six movers showed up, loudly hauling out a big desk Zhou Qing had bought. Zheng Gongdong knew this meant Zhou Qing didn’t want to continue things, so he stayed silent, sitting on the couch and watching with cold indifference.

A few days after Zhou Qing moved out, he ran into one of Zheng Gongdong’s business rivals, a man Zhou Qing normally wouldn’t care to look at. This coward had spent nearly a decade fighting Zheng Gongdong and had only won a handful of times. For someone like Zhou Qing, who lived a straightforward, lone-wolf kind of life, Zhang Shirui was nothing more than a trash—someone he looked down on entirely.

However, when he got off work that afternoon and saw Zheng Gongdong walking out of his company with that young guy he’d slept with, Zhou Qing didn’t care anymore. He felt that the final word still hadn’t been said, so that evening, he dragged the stunned Zhang Shirui to a hotel and slept with him.

Although Zhou Qing was nearly forty, he was still quite a monster. Even though Zhang Shirui was the one fucking him, in the end, he was the one left crying. When he released the last drop of semen, he held onto Zhou Qing’s feet, licking them frantically, and panted, “Zhou Qing, my ancestor, I’m done fighting. Come with me. If you’re with me, I’ll give you anything.”

Zhou Qing, who was fucked until his waist ached realized that while this person might lack certain quality in dealing with Zheng Gongdong, his size and waist strength were top notch, able to make him reach his peak several times. So, in a quite good mood, Zhou Qing softly kicked Zhang Shirui in the face and coldly commanded, “Kneel.”

Zhang Shirui obediently knelt.

“Lick it clean.”

Zhang Shirui cleaned the remnants with his tongue.

Zhou Qing was satisfied once more and kicked him again, “Get lost.”

However, Zhang Shirui didn’t leave. He knelt by the bed, gazing longingly at the slender body spread out comfortably on the bed and watched Zhou Qing fall asleep.

By that same night, everyone in the circle knew that Zhou Qing had slept with Zhang Shirui.

After enjoying his fresh goods, Zheng Gongdong smoked through the entire night, carefully considering whether he should find someone to kill Zhou Qing… That old man was too vicious, unable to tolerate the slightest issue. They had been together for eighteen years and broken up three times, with him chasing Zhou Qing back each time. This time, he didn’t want to chase anymore. If that old bastard couldn’t stand it, he’d drag him back and kill him, to prevent him from making a fool of himself everywhere.

Damn it, this time, he definitely went too far… Sleeping with Zhang Shirui? That person they never even looked at? Damn, has he eaten shit or lost his mind?

That’s what he thought, but the image of the old man twisting his hips like a slut, moving all over that body, wouldn’t leave his mind. Zheng Gongdong was so jealous that it felt like his chest was about to explode. In the end, he couldn’t hold back and pulled out a gun, firing wildly in the office. He completely lost the usual calm demeanor, the kind where nothing could shake him, even if the sky were to fall.

When Zhou Qing woke up, Zhang Shirui was still in the room. As soon as he saw him trying to get up, Zhang Shirui immediately kneeled by the bed and asked, “Do you want some water? Or something to eat?”

Zhang Shirui’s face, which was actually decent-looking, wore an expression of flattery. Zhou Qing, still in a bad mood after waking up, found the look quite vexing. He shooed him away, impatiently spitting out one word: “Scram.”

Zhang Shirui didn’t leave. When it was time to go to work, he even offered to drive Zhou Qing to the office.

Zhou Qing worked at the same company as Zheng Gongdong, the boss. Despite being in the technical department, he wasn’t intimidated by him. As a tech specialist, his shooting skills were even sharper than the boss. Most of the firearm designs had come from his hands. If he wanted to kill someone, it would be an easy task. Besides, he feared nothing—not the heavens, not the earth, and certainly not death. If anyone crossed him, they would regret it.

Zhou Qing was completely uncontrollable. Although there was a head of the technical department, the real leader was him. When he arrived late, no one questioned him. The only person who came up to him was the head, who simply said, ‘The boss is looking for you.”

If Zheng Gongdong dared to call for him, there was nothing Zhou Qing wouldn’t do. So, he went up without hesitation. As he rode the elevator, he adjusted the jeans hanging low around his hips. Damn it, where did Zhang Shirui find these pants? They felt like they were about to fall off.

Zhou Qing rolled his eyes and glanced at the low-waisted jeans.That was when he noticed that the underwear Zhang Shirui had picked out was even more ridiculous. A thin, black layer—if someone wanted to fuck him, all they’d have to do was pull his pants down a bit. No need to take the underwear off; they could go right at it. It was ridiculously convenient.

The bastard—letting him take advantage once, and now he acted like a starving dog that hadn’t had a bone to gnaw on in years, sniffing him and stubbornly staying like a pest. It was fucking annoying..

When he arrived at Zheng Gongdong’s office, the secretary was already up, jogging over to open the door for him, smiling and bowing, treating him like some gun-toting invader.

“Sit.” As soon as Zhou Qing sat down, the usually composed Zheng Gongdong coldly said one word, then started dealing with the phone call on his desk.

Zhou Qing was almost fucked to the point of rupture last night. To give that annoying old dog a little reward this morning, he had let him have another round in the bathroom… How could he sit down now? He groaned softly and didn’t sit.

After Zheng Gongdong finished the call, he lifted his eyes to look at him. He was the same age as Zhou Qing, but looked more masculine, especially with his usual serious expression, which made one glance at his lower body enough to become aroused… Many people felt this way just by seeing him. Of course, Zhou Qing often felt the same. He had once been quite arrogant, believing that no matter how capable Zheng Gongdong was, he could always satisfy him.

However, as time went on, especially in the last two years, Zheng Gongdong grew restless and began seeking new experiences. While he had once been indifferent to such things, he now found himself becoming more intrigued by the younger beauty his subordinates were bringing to him.

Zhou Qing had long warned Zheng Gongdong that if he ever found out about such things, it would be the end—there would be no more words to say.

Zheng Gongdong kept silent, and Zhou Qing didn’t bother to speak either. He just stood there nonchalantly, absent-mindedly playing with an unlit cigarette in his hand.

After a while, Zheng Gongdong broke the silence and said coldly, “How long is this going to go on?”

Zhou Qing really didn’t want to talk to Zheng Gongdong, especially when he was using that tone. Every word felt unnecessary to him, but since he had already been called over, he figured he should say something. With a forced smile, he reluctantly said, “Gongdong, neither of us has any trouble now, so let’s not use that tone. Whether I let a dog or a pig fuck me, what’s it to you? If you called me here because of what happened between Zhang Shirui and me yesterday, I’ll leave right now…”

“Zhou Qing.” Zheng Gongdong slammed a paperweight on the table, narrowly missing Zhou Qing’s face.

Zhou Qing didn’t flinch. The object clattered loudly to the ground, and he let out a cold snort as he turned to leave.

As he reached the door, the lock clicked, and Zheng Gongdong blocked his way.

Zhou Qing knew what he was intending to do. Leaning lazily against the wall by the door, he said, “Don’t. I let that kid Zhang Shirui fucked me so hard all night and now it’s all swollen. Damn, has this Zhang kid not been with anyone for hundreds of years? He just wouldn’t let go once he got his chance..”