Chi Xingge’s eyes gleamed with excitement and malice.

He knew that Quan Lushen and Chu Xi had a bad relationship, and had heard a bit about their family matters. But so what? He enjoyed stirring the pot, and he wanted their already strained relationship to become even more obvious—preferably escalating into a full-blown confrontation, a life-or-death struggle.

Heroes have always been susceptible to beauty, and the pretty boy standing before him clearly had that kind of allure.

Yu Zao pretended to be hesitant before nodding in agreement.

His Viciousness instantly shot up to 85 points!

Maybe because he’d done something similar before, this particular misdeed didn’t seem like a big deal anymore. Still, Yu Zao was pleased with his score.

Just a little more effort, and he could secure an excellent grade in bad deeds!

However, Chi Xingge rambled on, while Quan Lushen was brief and to the point. He finished his business and left, transferring the money promptly.

Chi Xingge bombarded Yu Zao with ideas, telling him to ruin the brothers’ relationship, offering suggestions…

Like taking suggestive photos—legs, hands, feet. If that didn’t work, black stockings were the next best thing. “All men are perverts,” he said. “No one can resist that.”

Yu Zao didn’t think it was reliable.

After all, it didn’t work on him.

Chi Xingge: “What’s unreliable about it? I read tons of ‘How to Be a Scumbag’ PDFs while studying abroad—I’ve got plenty of theoretical knowledge.”

Yu Zao raised an eyebrow in confusion. “No practical experience?”

Chi Xingge looked slightly uncomfortable before coolly replying, “I’m busy. I don’t have time for that.”

So, Chi Xingge had never been in a relationship, yet here he was, trying to teach Yu Zao how to be a scumbag.

At first, Yu Zao was a little nervous—after all, Chi Xingge was a major antagonist, someone he couldn’t afford to offend. But as time went on, his patience wore thin, especially since he really needed to use the bathroom.

Yu Zao tried to get up from the chair, but Chi Xingge held him down by the shoulders, refusing to let him move.

“Listen to me first. I’ve always been annoyed with Quan Lushen… Why are you squirming?”

Chi Xingge spun the chair around, forcing Yu Zao to face him. Yu Zao slumped slightly in the seat, leaning back into the chair’s support in a way that created a lounging posture. This position pressed on his bladder, making his urge to pee even more intense. He wriggled a bit in discomfort, accidentally kicking Chi Xingge in the process.

A gray footprint appeared on Chi Xingge’s black leather jacket, and Yu Zao’s fidgeting clearly irritated him.

Chi Xingge wedged his hand between Yu Zao’s tightly pressed knees, forcefully prying them apart. His large hand gripped the back of Yu Zao’s knee as he issued a warning.

“Stop moving and listen to me,” he commanded. But once he had Yu Zao’s attention, Chi Xingge found himself at a loss for words.

Instead, he gazed down at him with a strange expression.

It was odd. For someone who looked so thin, Yu Zao didn’t lack any meat where it mattered.

Chi Xingge’s hand remained on the back of Yu Zao’s knee, his long fingers sinking slightly into the soft flesh. The warmth and softness under his palm and fingertips felt like fresh tofu. Yu Zao’s skin was so fair that even the lightest pressure left a faint red mark on the back of his knee.

Chi Xingge froze for a moment, and before he could fully process it, his fingers twitched involuntarily.

Suddenly, his ears turned red.

Yu Zao was genuinely desperate to relieve himself, but Chi Xingge’s constant movements only made it worse. Instinctively, Yu Zao pressed his knees together to ease the discomfort, but visually, it looked like he was intentionally trapping Chi Xingge’s hand between his legs.

The soft, delicate sensation clung to Chi Xingge’s large palm. Just moments earlier, Chi Xingge had been enthusiastically giving Yu Zao all kinds of scummy advice, but now, his inexperience showed as panic quickly set in.

Chi Xingge stammered, “W-what are you doing…?”

Is this some kind of seduction technique?

Yu Zao, fed up, tried to push Chi Xingge away but failed. His voice trembled with urgency, rising at the end. “I need to use the bathroom!”

Chi Xingge blinked. “What?”

“I already said I’d do what you asked,” Yu Zao’s pale face flushed red, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I wasn’t ignoring you, but I really need to go to the bathroom…”

He looked up, his teary eyes filled with frustration.

“My stomach really hurts…”

His voice quivered pathetically, as if he were about to cry.

Yu Zao tried again to get off the chair, but Chi Xingge still held him by the knees.

Chi Xingge’s gaze dropped involuntarily to Yu Zao’s lower abdomen.

Yu Zao’s fitted shirt wasn’t particularly short, just long enough to cover his belly, but it highlighted his slim waist and the exaggerated inward curve at his sides. Perhaps because of his urgency, his abdomen was slightly swollen, a small, rounded bulge visible.

On impulse, Chi Xingge pressed lightly on Yu Zao’s belly, and sure enough, Yu Zao’s knees clamped together even tighter, making it nearly impossible for him to get up.

Looking up, Chi Xingge saw the pain and discomfort on Yu Zao’s flushed face, his legs trembling.

Finally, Yu Zao managed to shove Chi Xingge aside in a panic and rushed toward the restroom, leaving Chi Xingge standing there, somewhat dazed.

After a moment, Chi Xingge lifted his hand and curiously sniffed his fingers.

His hand smelled faintly sweet—warm, soft, and strangely addictive.

Realizing what he was doing, Chi Xingge quickly pulled his hand away, feeling a mix of confusion and embarrassment. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of it all.

Why does it smell so sweet?

His hand still felt warm from where Yu Zao had pressed against it, carrying his scent.

Then he thought, at least Yu Zao let go when he did.

Otherwise, he might’ve really ended up peeing on my hand.

…

Outside, the people involved in the fight had all been dealt with. The situation must have been tricky, as all the staff had rushed over to help, leaving the entrance unattended.

The maze-like layout of this floor, with its red velvet carpets and dark walls, made Yu Zao feel disoriented. And to make matters worse, he was in a hurry. After what seemed like forever, he finally found the restroom by following the signs.

After finishing, his phone buzzed incessantly with messages from Chi Xingge, asking if he had peed his pants.

[Chi Xingge: Good thing you didn’t pee on my hand.]

[Chi Xingge: Why are you taking so long?]

[Chi Xingge: Did you really wet your pants? Are you hiding in a stall crying? I’ve never seen a pretty boy wet his pants before.]

[Chi Xingge: Which stall are you in? I’ll come check. Just make sure to unlock the door. I promise I won’t laugh.]

[Chi Xingge: Unless it’s really funny.]

Yu Zao: “…”

Is this guy insane?

Fearing that Chi Xingge might actually come looking for him, Yu Zao hurried out of the restroom, phone in hand. In the elevator, more of Chi Xingge’s messages popped up.

[Chi Xingge: Why aren’t you responding?]

[Chi Xingge: [Transfer 10,000.00]

[“Transfer received”]

Yu Zao acknowledged the payment but didn’t reply. The elevator doors opened, and the once loud, intense music on the first floor suddenly stopped, creating an odd atmosphere.

After walking a few steps, he saw a group of young, second-generation elites stirring up trouble. Their eyes met in the tense air, slightly easing the atmosphere.

A few of them walked toward Yu Zao without hesitation, but the mess on the floor made the path narrow, forcing them to squeeze together. As they jostled for space, someone cursed under their breath, and the tension flared up again.

At that moment, another group rushed over to surround Yu Zao.

“Zao Zao, are you cold? Here, take my jacket.”

“It’s so hot, who needs a jacket? Move aside. Zao Zao, let me buy you a drink. We can go to another bar. I’ll get you the premium Black Dragon package…”

“Need a ride? I brought my Porsche today…”

“A second-hand old 718? Seriously? Embarrassing. Zao Zao, ride with me, I brought my Bugatti.”

“…”

Jiang Cai and his group, standing a bit farther away, had their faces darken.

They were just a little late, and now this group of men, acting like dogs sniffing out a bone, couldn’t wait to rush over, wagging their tails.

Surrounded by this group of ravenous men, Yu Zao’s slender, fair legs looked even more dazzling under the dim lighting. Though he was being flattered, he seemed innocent and helpless. Only when Jiang Cai’s group arrived did the men awkwardly back off.

Jiang Cai and Yuan Jin, standing some distance away, had visible injuries on their faces, and their clothes were wrinkled and dirty.

Yu Zao asked, “What happened? Did you guys get into a fight?”

In unison, Jiang Cai and Yuan Jin replied, “No.”

The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Just a moment ago, these same young elites were demanding someone be handed over. Now, they had suddenly become reasonable. He glanced at the young man surrounded by the crowd. If Yu Zao hadn’t appeared and calmed them down, the manager feared he would have lost his job tonight.

The place was in complete disarray, clearly the aftermath of a fight. The once pristine, polished second-generation elites now looked disheveled, far from their usual composed selves.

They exchanged contact details with each other, scanning QR codes on the spot. Yu Zao, noticing the time, said, “I’ll head home now.”

Jiang Cai and Yuan Jin were both startled, clearly not expecting him to say that. Yuan Jin quickly offered, “I’ll drive you.”

Jiang Cai retorted, “You’ve been drinking. Are you planning to drive drunk?”

“I can get a driver. Besides, didn’t you drink too? Oh wait, I forgot, you don’t even have a driver’s license yet,” Yuan Jin mocked. “Just turned eighteen, huh, little brother?”

Jiang Cai smirked, “You’re driving a two-seater coupe. Where’s Yu Zao supposed to sit when the driver gets here? In the trunk?”

Yuan Jin sneered, “He can sit on my lap, but he’s definitely not sitting in the trunk.”

Jiang Cai’s expression darkened, “You want him to sit on your lap?”

Yu Zao couldn’t understand how this turned into an argument.

Glancing at the other injured second-generation elites, he looked confused.

They all avoided eye contact, embarrassed to explain how the fight had actually started.