The car made a sudden stop, pulling Bian Yiqiu back from his memories from two months ago.

He furrowed his brow and glanced at the rearview mirror, meeting Zuo Cheng’s innocent face, which was as expressionless as ever.

“Red light,” Zuo Cheng said.

Bian Yiqiu couldn’t be bothered to respond. He turned his head to look out the window at the busy city street and finally realized they had returned to the city. Not far away, a grand building with a unique twisted design shot up into the sky. Four neon characters at the top blinked brightly, flashing a dazzling light that stood out against the city’s glowing lights, bold and eye-catching.

He Sheng Media.

Ke Mingxuan’s kingdom.

On the massive LED screen, He Sheng’s recent big news was playing in a loop. Even in his plain business attire, Ke Mingxuan’s sharp, dominating presence couldn’t be hidden, much like his building, bold to the point of arrogance, flaunting itself in a way that was almost outrageous.

He never asked questions, nor did he ever seek others’ opinions. It was as if everything that came out of his mouth was either a declaration or an order, and others could only obey, unable to refuse.

Bian Yiqiu’s first reaction to hearing those words was to instinctively look at him, hoping to spot any trace of a joke on his face. However, to his disappointment, the man sitting on the sofa locked eyes with him, his gaze intense, without a hint of humor.

Honestly, when Bian Yiqiu first met Ke Mingxuan, he was indeed somewhat entranced by those mesmerizing peach blossom eyes. If he hadn’t known the other’s preferences and methods, he might have immediately transformed into a wolf and pounced without a second thought.

But the crux of the problem was that, over this period of time, Ke Mingxuan had shown his unpredictable moods and unscrupulous behavior in full force. Bian Yiqiu didn’t believe that just because Ke Mingxuan had treated him to a meal, their relationship would instantly escalate to the point of jumping into bed together.

The only explanation was that he had no idea what kind of trick this person was trying to pull.

Bian Yiqiu asked, “Who’s bottoming?”

Ke Mingxuan replied, “What do you think?”

Oh, damn.

Bian Yiqiu smiled gently, but inwardly, he cursed viciously. So, this brat was coveting his ass.

With a forced smile, he said, “I’ve never bottomed.”

Of course, if Young Master Ke insisted on having a go with him and was willing to obediently lie down, as a pure 24K gay, Boss Bian naturally wouldn’t refuse.

But Ke Mingxuan half-smirked, arrogantly spitting out, “How would you know you’re not cut out for bottoming unless you try it?”

Bian Yiqiu sneered inwardly, Why don’t you try?

However, to avoid ruining the relationship that had finally started to ease, Bian Yiqiu didn’t directly retort. Instead, he said, “Young Master Ke, if you’ve had too much to drink, you’d better go to bed early,” and then turned to pull open the door, ready to leave.

“We’ll settle it with a fight, and the winner gets to be on top,” Ke Mingxuan suggested from behind.

Bian Yiqiu froze mid-motion, his hand gripping the door handle. The suggestion was just too damn tempting.

He turned around, glancing at Ke Mingxuan’s leg, which had just recovered. “Are you sure?”

“Of course.” Ke Mingxuan grinned smugly, spreading his arms. “Come on, baby…”

Bian Yiqiu looked at the dazzling smile on his face and narrowed his eyes. He thought to himself, not only would he beat this man until he couldn’t get up, but he’d also make sure Ke Mingxuan wouldn’t be able to get out of bed afterward.

However… reality was far harsher than his expectations. A few minutes later, Bian Yiqiu truly understood what it felt like to be struck by a thunderclap.

The past was too painful to look back on…

Bian Yiqiu raised his hand to wipe his face, hearing Zuo Cheng ask where he was heading tonight.

He snapped back to reality and noticed that he was the only one in the backseat, not even remembering when He Xu had gotten out of the car.

Zuo Cheng, as if reading his confusion, spoke up, “Lawyer He got out at the last intersection.”

“Oh.” Bian Yiqiu nodded, “Let’s go back to Yuelu Villa.”

“Okay.” Zuo Cheng responded, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. “You look really tired today.”

“A bit,” he replied, then thought to himself, it wasn’t just today; he’d been tired since last night. Ke Mingxuan had been like a wild animal, screwing until dawn without stopping. He had almost been worn out to the point of no return in that villa.

Bian Yiqiu wasn’t someone who couldn’t handle defeat, but he just couldn’t understand why he kept losing, time and time again, to that person with the surname Ke.

After that time in the parking lot, when he had easily flipped Ke Mingxuan over, Bian Yiqiu held onto the heart of a typical gambler. Every time Ke Mingxuan called for him, he’d eagerly run over, always thinking he’d have a chance to turn things around. But each time, he ended up losing even more thoroughly than the last.

The reason gamblers can’t stop at the casino is mostly because they’ve tasted the sweetness of winning. But they don’t realize that those little victories are intentionally given by the house. If the house didn’t offer a few wins, they wouldn’t be so eager to bet all their chips, hoping for a chance to break even.

Bian Yiqiu was the same. He had beaten Ke Mingxuan before, and he knew how satisfying it was to bring that arrogant man down to the ground. So, when Ke Mingxuan proposed the glorious and irresistible reward of “whoever wins gets to be on top,” Bian Yiqiu didn’t hesitate for even a second. He foolishly walked right into the trap Ke Mingxuan had set.

If his first loss was due to being careless and underestimating his opponent, the following losses were simply a matter of lacking the skill. His fighting style had no structure, no strategy, he just fought recklessly, throwing everything he had into knocking his opponent down.

Ke Mingxuan, however, was different. His father had once led the most formidable Dagger Unit in the military region, specializing in lethal techniques designed to incapacitate an enemy with a single strike. The hand-to-hand combat skills were personally taught by his father, honed through real combat training and modifications within the unit. Ke Mingxuan was always able to force his opponent back with relentless speed, brutal strength, and precise angles, until they were left with no power to retaliate, whether in a physical fight or a metaphorical battle.

After two months of this, however, Boss Bian, who had been on the receiving end, felt deeply unsettled. He felt that Young Master Ke was being unfair, treating him like a class enemy with no mercy. After being overpowered so many times, why couldn’t the tables turn just once in his favor?

The more he thought about it, the more Bian Yiqiu felt that Ke Mingxuan was a complete scoundrel, rotten to the core. He gritted his teeth and thought, since I can’t beat you, fine, I’m done playing. Every gambler has a moment of realization, doesn’t Boss Bian deserve to give up on your precious self? There are so many young, handsome guys waiting for my favor, so why the hell should I focus my energy on fighting with you? Getting beaten and being fucked—I’m not a masochist.

With this thought, Bian Yiqiu felt at ease. When Zuo Cheng drove him back to Yuelu Villa, he got out of the car humming a tune.

Zuo Cheng watched him silently as his figure disappeared through the door, reversing the car into the garage. In his mind, he muttered to himself: Boss’s singing is as terrible as ever.

But when Boss Bian decided not to concern himself with Young Master Ke anymore, he seemed to forget that just two hours earlier he’d agreed to go off-roading with him.

So, after Bian Yiqiu spent a carefree week, he received a call from Ke Mingxuan and was stunned on the spot.

Ke Mingxuan was steering with one hand and holding his phone with the other, “We’ve already set off, where are you? I’ll swing by to pick you up.”

Bian Yiqiu, who had just finished a late-night romp with a blonde, blue-eyed foreign beauty, answered the phone still half-dazed, his mind not fully awake from sleep. He groggily muttered, “In bed.”

“What?” Ke Mingxuan didn’t quite catch that.

“I said, I’m fucking in bed. Who is this?”

Ke Mingxuan narrowed his eyes, his voice turning icy as he coldly said, “Bian Yiqiu.”

The sudden chill in the tone snapped Bian Yiqiu out of his drowsiness. He stared at the caller ID on his screen and cursed, “Why the hell is it you?”

Ke Mingxuan’s voice turned even colder. “What day is it today?”

“What day?” Bian Yiqiu, completely caught up in his carefree state, took a moment to remember. “Saturday? Damn, how’s it already Saturday?”

“Where are you?”

“I haven’t even woken up yet, I’m not going.”

“Bian Yiqiu.” Ke Mingxuan slammed the gas pedal, speeding past the traffic light at the last second. “Do you know what happens when you stand me up?”