In just one week, Zhang Shirui became more and more submissive, to the point where Zhou Qing was left speechless.

How had he never noticed before how much of a pathetic lapdog this guy was?

As the second man to wash his underwear in a soap bubble, Zhou Qing felt no joy or excitement whatsoever. All he could think was that this guy was definitely a mad dog.

He was an adult; when it comes to sex, it should be done without hesitation. There was no need to act so foolishly just to fuck him. That guy couldn’t keep his composure at all, not an ounce of decency.

Still, if Zhang Shirui had any decency, would he be able to fool around with him? Zhou Qing chuckled at the thought—well, every pot has its lid. This nasty piece was a perfect match for him

So, he temporarily gave up on the idea of messing around, since Zhang Shirui’s skills were no less impressive than Zheng Gongdong’s. Zhang Shirui was wild enough in bed, even capable of satisfying Zhou Qing just by licking his entrance, making him feel ecstatic. Zhang’s stamina wasn’t less than Zheng Gongdong’s, and he was incredibly patient. Even though it was just for novelty, Zhou Qing was thoroughly satisfied and even felt smugly like he had snagged a good deal.

Anyway, whatever, he’d just live each day as it comes. If he got tired of it, he’d simply kick the person out.

In the end, they’re all heartless bastards, nobody is any better than the next. Everyone is so superficial that it’s laughable to think there could be any true feelings involved here.

Zhou Qing felt that life was fine this way and decided to just keep going with it. He’d already experienced that intense, passionate love once in his life. Though it ended in loss, it wasn’t the worst, and he was content. He had no intention of trying it again.

Trying to go through the same kind of relationship again at his age? Nah, he couldn’t do it anymore. It was better to just find someone he didn’t mind and coast through life.

Anyway, things couldn’t get any worse.

Zhou Qing saw things clearly, but Zheng Du was the one who couldn’t make sense of it.

He just couldn’t understand what his son was thinking. For years, this son stayed in line, yet just when Zhou Qing had given in wholeheartedly, even willing to let him produce a Zheng family heir, he went and cheated. It seemed all those years of behaving himself had been for nothing.

The stupidity was downright infuriating.

If it came to treating him well, even his own father couldn’t compare to Zhou Qing. Back when his foolish son got himself into trouble, it was Zhou Qing who went in alone to save him. If anyone dared harm a single hair on that fool’s head, Zhou Qing would have been furious enough to take them down. For someone to protect him so fiercely, only to be driven away in anger—Zheng Du was genuinely tempted to shoot his son.

Stupid, stupid, stupid—so stupid it made you want to kill him.

After so many years of standing by each other through life and death, he still couldn’t hold back his urge to seek something new. Damn foolish!

Zheng Du couldn’t stand the sight of Zheng Gongdong, and the feeling was mutual. They tried having a few meals together, but every time, barely a few words were exchanged before they were ready to fight. In the end, they gave up on the meals altogether. Zheng Du threw out, “Figure it out yourself. Let’s see if you can be satisfied with anyone else,” and decided not to see this son again—the fool who nearly gave him a heart attack from sheer frustration.

In reality, Zheng Gongdong was the one who was struggling the most. He knew how much Zhou Qing had done for him, and that’s exactly why he always assumed they would be together forever.

Zhou Qing had long been his very muscle and bone, and now, being apart, it felt like his skin was being torn away and his bones were breaking.

Zheng Gongdong had once believed that Zhou Qing couldn’t live without him. Zhou Qing was someone who would never show weakness, but for him, he would have cried out in pain if needed. Now, to see someone who had always been so devoted to him walk away so cruelly, Zheng Gongdong couldn’t make sense of it. He couldn’t understand how Zhou Qing could just abandon him so heartlessly.

He thought it would be like the previous arguments—just give it a few days, let things calm down, and then he could smooth things over.

But this time, Zhou Qing acted too quickly and too ruthlessly.

In just a few days, it was clear to everyone that they couldn’t go back.

Sleeping with Zhang Shirui, making it obvious to everyone that he could do whatever he wanted with Zhang Shirui—if Zheng Gongdong went to beg for a reconciliation, he would just become a joke for others.

Such pride, he couldn’t afford to lose, and he wouldn’t let it slip away.

So now, he could only watch helplessly as Zhou Qing left his life with a firm, resolute stance, never to look back.

Really, Zhou Qing had pushed him into a position where he was powerless.

Meanwhile, Zhang Shirui had found a treasure, laughing so much every day that he couldn’t stop. He no longer cared about work and just followed Zhou Qing around aimlessly.

Lately, Zhou Qing hadn’t been going to work, slowly passing on his tasks to Zheng Gongdong’s trusted subordinates. He didn’t mind continuing to work for Zheng Gongdong, but the things he was handling were too important. After their relationship ended, it was better to return the responsibilities to him, to avoid any future problems arising from this.

He wasn’t interested in really trying to destroy Zheng Gongdong.

After getting his revenge, he felt that continuing to mess around for this person was pointless. When it comes to relationships, being together is a mutual wish, and when it ends, it’s better to go on with separate lives, without any entanglements. In the end, no one owes anyone anything when it comes to love. If you still feel that someone owes you something, it’s just lingering resentment.

Now that the revenge was over, no more grudges, and the ties had been completely cut, what was there to fear?

When Zhou Qing was idle, Zhang Shirui made sure to keep himself busy, always trying to please him. He truly believed he would do anything for Zhou Qing. He had never met anyone like Zhou Qing before—so wild and seductive in bed, yet so cool and composed outside of it, like someone who could shoot through ten people with a single bullet. Zhou Qing had him utterly captivated, to the point of madness. For the first time in his life, after nearly thirty years, he felt he could go crazy for someone.

He knew he wasn’t particularly clever. In his father’s words, his brain wasn’t meant for scheming. If he ever met someone smart, with equal status and family background, he’d be the one to lose out.

He had been competing with Zheng Gongdong for nearly ten years, with a record of losing eight out of ten matches, which clearly reflected the issue. However, Zhang Shirui had never truly been discouraged. He believed he wasn’t that bad. Besides, he was convinced that if he had won two matches, then with a little more effort, he could win three, four, five… and keep winning one more match at a time.

Even though, after all these years of effort, he had rarely won, it never shook his belief. It was clear to see that despite being not the brightest, the head of the Zhang family, though not quick-witted, had a tenacity like an unkillable cockroach. He wasn’t someone who could be easily dismissed or defeated.

Zhang Shirui had made up his mind—he would never let Zhou Qing go, no matter what. He looked around, up and down, from every angle, studying Zhou Qing, realizing that he had gotten involved with someone he never thought he could actually be with. If he let go now, it would be the end for him.

He was determined to cling to him, using any method necessary so that Zhou Qing would never escape from him. In that moment, Zhang Shirui glanced at his lower body, feeling an unprecedented sense of pride in his own masculinity.

With something so good that Zhou Qing liked, his hopes for a happy future now depended on it to pave the way…

“Come on, bro, give it your all. There are plenty of good days ahead for you.”

Zhang Shirui grinned like a fool in the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling window, while Zhou Qing, who was absentmindedly picking his toes and flipping through some documents, couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“Ugh, this disgusting lapdog. What a damn idiot.”