Chapter 14: Do You Still Want It?

By the time Li Huan arrived at the event venue, the “orienteering” and “team tug-of-war” had already ended. The third round of the competition was about to start, which happened to be his strong suit. During his time studying abroad, he often went rock climbing, and an artificial climbing wall was a piece of cake for him, not even enough to warm up.

Apart from tug-of-war, each competition was scored based on the overall strength of the group, and the group with the highest average score would win. Li Huan was confident he could bring the score back up, but as soon as he joined the team, he was targeted. Qian Xin sarcastically sneered at him, “As long as you can flatter well, you can ride a Benz every day. What’s a 20,000 yuan bonus?”

Zhang Cong nudged Qian Xin with his elbow, signaling him to stop talking.

“Are you talking about me?” Li Huan looked at Qian Xin and asked with a smile.

During the meeting on Thursday, Qian Xin was scolded by Song Chunhui in front of Li Huan, losing face. He saw through Li Huan’s facade. On the first day of his internship, he blended in with them, but then turned around to flatter the manager, not needing to run any business, yet still enjoying meals and drinks on the company’s dime. No wonder Song Chunhui had been targeting them recently; it was all because of Li Huan’s little reports.

The group had lost two consecutive matches, and Qian Xin took the opportunity to shift the blame, openly accusing Li Huan, “Who else in the business department would flatter the boss? Coming so late, causing us to lose the match.”

“Aren’t you also one of them?” Li Huan retorted casually.

Qian Xin chuckled and retorted, “When did I ever flatter the manager? That’s a joke.”

“The way you flatter your master is quite funny,” Li Huan’s gaze swept past Ding Lei not far away and returned to Qian Xin, “How about I teach you the correct way to flatter?”

Qian Xin: “You—”

“Alright, alright, the competition is about to start,” Zhang Cong intervened to mediate, “The people from headquarters are too strong. If we can’t beat them, let’s just aim for a participation prize. A few hundred yuan is still money.”

Wu Yuliang and two other employees also came over to mediate, while Ding Lei was engrossed in his phone, and Sun Wei, the medical representative, was mingling with the people from headquarters.

Li Huan knew these people were only temporarily not excluding him because of the competition bonus, and he was also after the bonus, to appease a certain stingy iron rooster back home.

He said, “I’ll strive to get first place, and you guys should also be proactive. Don’t drag us down in the physical events.”

Zhang Cong grabbed the angry Qian Xin and said first, “Of course, who would go against money? Let’s all do our best!”

By chance, Li Huan caught Secretary Han’s watchful gaze in the crowd.

He cursed inwardly, took out his phone, and wanted to remind Song Chunhui to wait for him to return. To his surprise, the message failed to send; he had been blocked on WeChat.

This four-eyed guy, seriously.

Even more amusing.

Blocking wasn’t enough to vent his anger. Just thinking about what had happened not long ago made Song Chunhui feel disgusted and fearful, as if his body was ruined, with his chrysanthemum in tatters.

He couldn’t even go to the bathroom without thinking about that long and thick thing. That ghostly thing was terrifying, making his stomach swell up, and that brat had the nerve to make him look, even forcing him to kneel on the bed. That bastard!

Song Chunhui kept reminding himself that he was a man, a man with a handle, even if it was small, he was still a man, a normal man who only had sexual impulses towards women.

However, the next moment, images of himself being tied up and violated by another man flashed in his mind, like livestock in a pen, enduring humiliation and shame, yet his body betrayed him, losing control twice, even…

Reality was far more horrifying than a nightmare.

Song Chunhui didn’t dare to recall, his stomach still felt bloated, his tongue a bit numb, and the most uncomfortable part was his butt. He tried to suppress the strange feeling in his heart, and after chatting with his junior for a bit, he calmed down. There were too many issues to deal with, and being emotional wouldn’t solve anything. He needed to find an opportunity to talk to Li Huan.

Just as he calmed down, a text message popped up on his phone, still from that certain bastard.

[Baby, you have to take responsibility for me ToT]

“…” Song Chunhui was instantly petrified, not daring to reply to the message. He remembered what his junior had told him before, that if he got entangled, it would be troublesome, and it turned out to be true.

Disgusting bastard, take responsibility for your grandpa.

He then sent a message to his junior: [Chunxun, you said last night you’d introduce me to a girl, just send me her contact card, I’ll talk to her myself. What’s her surname?]

Chunxun: [She’s from my dad’s village, also surnamed Meng, same age as me. She’s not in Jiangcheng right now, but if things go well, she might consider coming over.]

Having been tormented by a damn homosexual to the point of incontinence and wetting the bed, Song Chunhui was now fine with any woman, regardless of where she was from, even if she was divorced.

Not long after, the girl’s contact card was sent over.

Seeing the other party’s nickname “Lonely Island Like a Dream,” Song Chunhui immediately thought of his old QQ nickname “Lone Wolf Night Walker,” and a sense of camaraderie arose.

He first sent a smiling emoji, then typed a sincere and detailed self-introduction on the virtual keyboard.

Considering it was introduced by his junior, Song Chunhui thought for a moment and added: [My parents have passed away, there’s no one at home, the house was bought with a loan, I have the ability to repay it, I can do laundry and cook, I’m optimistic and dedicated, have a simple social circle, and have only dated one girlfriend.]

Lonely Island Like a Dream: [I know your situation, I’ve seen your photos, and I feel something for you (cute), I thought you were a playboy (playful).]

How nice, a soft girl.

Song Chunhui’s gloom was swept away, and he eagerly added: [I’m not a playboy, once I set my mind on someone, it’s for life. It might sound fake, but if we have a connection, I’ll prove it with actions and time (cute).]

Far away in Jiangcheng, Meng Chunxun, looking at the cute emoji following the text, couldn’t help but think of his senior’s handsome face.

When Song Chunhui was sleepy and confused, he looked just as cute as that emoji. He had a habit of humming little tunes while cooking, which was also adorably silly.

Although he was quite stubborn and had a bit of a temper, Song Chunhui occasionally relied on him in life, like a husband relying on his wife. He would compliment him on his choices, remember his kindness, and cook for him, but would also say something that would break his heart, like “If only you were a girl.”

Meng Chunxun was torn, wanting to play the role of a venomous woman to hurt Song Chunhui’s heart, yet also wanting to have a fruitless romance with his long-time crush, the straight senior.

Hui Ge: [Are you still there? I’m speaking from the heart. You’re from the same place as Chunxun, so we’re like fellow townsmen, knowing each other well.]

Hui Ge: [By the way, what’s your name?]

Why isn’t there a reply? Song Chunhui was puzzled, rereading everything he had sent, finding no issues, a perfect example of a modern good man.

He suddenly remembered Xia Wei’s reminder from last night, still unable to understand what made him seem old-fashioned. He had the looks, and with a bit of help from shoe lifts and hairstyle, he could reach 1.8 meters. He was always dressed sharply in a suit, looking like an elite, even Aunt Wang from cleaning praised his spirit, otherwise, why would she proactively introduce him to someone?

Could it be that his tone was too serious? Just adding emojis wasn’t enough?

Lonely Island Like a Dream: [Meng Sijun]

Song Chunhui pondered and replied: [Wow (surprised), what a beautiful name, your parents are great at naming, it has a poetic feel, full of charm. I feel you’re a girl with a delicate mind, full of passion for life.]

Unexpectedly, there was no reply again.

“…” Song Chunhui felt a bit awkward himself, thinking maybe it was because he hadn’t interacted with the opposite sex for too long. The encounter with Xia Wei didn’t count; women with too much experience made him nervous.

He couldn’t help but wonder how many times the girl his junior introduced had dated. If possible, he actually wanted to find a virgin. Those with experience would definitely despise him, even if he tried hard to please with his hands and mouth, it might not be enough to keep her.

But that question was too presumptuous, so he could only keep chatting.

His phone was running low on battery, and his waist was sore from lying down. He tried to move his limbs, wanting to get up and take a shower. But as soon as he moved, his butt started leaking again, the sticky feeling was disgusting.

His phone buzzed, and he thought it was a reply from the girl. When he lit up the screen, he cursed out loud, “Bastard.” How dare he send him a message?

[Baby, I got first place in rock climbing! Don’t run around, wait for me to bring back the prize money ^^]

When Li Huan received the message with only the word “bastard,” he couldn’t help but smile. The four-eyed guy wasn’t just easily scared, he was also easily teased. How could he be so amusing?

Especially the most noticeable change was that he wasn’t nagging anymore.

But there was a nagging idiot next to him. Li Huan put away his phone, looked up at Qian Xin, and said, “Yeah, I like to show off. Did it bother you?”

“…” Qian Xin’s face turned ugly, giving Ding Lei a look, implying that the new intern wasn’t easy to deal with. Once he flattered the manager, he became arrogant.

Ding Lei finally spoke, “Xiao Li, this is a team competition, not a stage for you to show off. Forget about rock climbing, I hope you show some team spirit in the next rounds.”

It’s hard to imagine how the four-eyed guy could put up with such a group of idiots every day.

Li Huan wasn’t going to take this lying down and innocently said, “The scoring is based on the total time taken by the entire group to complete the rock climbing. I’m trying to save time. What are you doing, targeting me, the intern?”

Ding Lei didn’t say anything more, and the others exchanged glances.

Zhang Cong sized up Li Huan, unable to understand him. He seemed naive but quickly flattered the troublemaker. He seemed smart but lacked tact. Daring to go against Ding Lei, he was just waiting to get kicked out with the troublemaker.

The scoring panel consisted of three people, and Li Huan only recognized Secretary Han. The man next to Secretary Han was holding a microphone, droning on about mutual encouragement and working together, which was annoying.

Watching Wu Yuliang and Qian Xin flounder on the climbing wall, either unable to find a foothold or using too much force and almost falling, they were useless.

Li Huan turned to watch the other groups, equally boring. These team-building activities were really pointless. He’d rather go back and tease the four-eyed guy. He took out his phone again and found a new message from his “baby,” whom he had specially renamed.

[Wash the two sheets clean before checking out in the afternoon. We’ll talk when we get back to Ancheng.]

Last night, they had done it on Song Chunhui’s bed. Before leaving, Li Huan had moved him to his own clean bed. Judging by Song Chunhui’s message, it was clear the bed was dirty again.

[Did you wet the bed again?]

When Song Chunhui received the message, his pupils shrank, and he was so angry he couldn’t breathe. He wished he could kill Li Huan, but murder was illegal.

He forced himself to calm down, knowing that being emotional wouldn’t solve anything.

Once calm, he prepared to reply, but a new message came in, almost making him explode on the spot, rolling his eyes as if he’d seen a ghost and tossing his phone aside.

The screen only displayed a short line of text.

[If you break my heart again, I won’t be able to resist screwing you to death.]

Fearing the brat would come back midway, Song Chunhui dragged his body to the bathroom. When he squatted down to clean himself, his legs gave out, and he fell to the ground. It was too much.

He lay on his side on the floor, struggling to bathe. When he touched himself, he panicked. Was it really that open? Would he not be able to hold it in the future? It was over, his chrysanthemum was really ruined, damn homosexuals were terrifying.

After finishing his bath and getting dressed, Song Chunhui finally felt human again.

He wanted to leave as soon as possible, but the sheets were dirty, and the room was a mess. If he went back on his own, he’d have to pay out of pocket, and his body couldn’t handle the journey right now. Besides, he couldn’t avoid the problem forever; he still had to deal with it.

*

In the third round of the rock climbing competition, Li Huan’s group successfully took the lead, only two seconds ahead of the second-place group. This thrilling comeback left Qian Xin with nothing more to say to him.

The fourth round was real-life CS. Li Huan couldn’t stand Ding Lei’s pretentious commands and suddenly wondered how Song Chunhui would direct him if he were there. Would he nag him, or avoid his gaze like he did in bed?

The fifth round was a blindfolded formation, and like the fourth round, they barely made it into the top three. Li Huan felt hopeful about winning the final championship, but who could have guessed the final round was a knowledge quiz? Groups competed by answering questions about corporate culture and the pharmaceutical industry to score points. Who the hell knew the answers?

The result was, of course, a loss.

Li Huan pocketed the 800 yuan cash he received, not in the mood to go to the restaurant for dinner, and even found Secretary Han annoying. Couldn’t he have rigged it a bit to give him more money?

He could think of ways to conjure up 20,000 yuan, but losing the competition couldn’t be hidden.

When the assistant handed over the eight red bills, Song Chunhui, lying on the sofa, held back his urge to kill, sarcastically saying to Li Huan, “You’re shameless enough to bring back such a small amount? It doesn’t even cover my emotional damage.”

Li Huan looked at Song Chunhui, who was both weak and fierce, and placed the money on the table, justifying himself, “It’s all your fault for seducing me. Missing two matches is why we didn’t get first place. Qian Xin even scolded me. I didn’t dare talk back for fear they’d target you.”

“…” Song Chunhui was amazed, never having seen such a shameless bastard.

His throat hurt, and he didn’t want to talk, but he had to, so he instructed Li Huan to clean the sheets.

Life’s hardships needed some relief. To make things more comfortable back in Ancheng, Li Huan knew he had to please Song Chunhui now. So he ordered some light food for him, then took the two sheets to the bathroom to wash off the dirt. Whether they were clean or not was another matter, but he had to put on a show.

His butt still ached, and as he rested on the sofa, Meng Sijun messaged him, asking what he had for lunch. His mood improved slightly, and he started chatting with her, a good distraction from the bastard.

Meng Sijun: [I had noodles. I heard you work in Ancheng. Is your job tough?]

Having not been cared for by the opposite sex for ages, Song Chunhui was touched and replied happily: [I work as a business manager at a pharmaceutical agency. It’s nothing for a man to endure hardship (cute). I’m particularly resilient.]

Meng Sijun: [If it’s too hard, I’ll feel sorry for you.]

Song Chunhui was dumbfounded. Was he being pitied by a girl? Before he could feel delighted, the quiet room suddenly filled with strange and ambiguous noises, a slapping sound mixed with intermittent male moans.

He looked up, following the sound, and saw the TV on. In the middle of the large screen was a vertical video, shaking as if filmed on a phone, showing a man completely spread open… being taken by another man… with voices coming from the video.

“Baby, does it feel good?”

“Mm…”

“Do you still want it?”

“Yes…”

Song Chunhui’s eyes widened instantly, and he shot up, dropping his phone without caring, and lunged at Li Huan, “I’ll f***ing kill you, you bastard!”