After Jiu’an Group was established, Li Jiu slowly rose to fame as a public figure. Though he had never received a formal education and was essentially illiterate, his intelligence was exceptional. He could understand and expand on concepts effortlessly.

In Xuyuan, there was a massive library that belonged to Shi Anzhi. Li Jiu rarely went in because once he entered, it was almost impossible to leave. Shi Anzhi often gave him assignments to work on, but Li Jiu would always find ways to switch to something more entertaining. One time, he even managed to topple a precious huanghuali wood desk. It was then that Shi Anzhi realized Li Jiu was causing trouble on purpose.

He was clearly unhappy and used his fingertips to pinch the most sensitive part of Li Jiu’s tender flesh, making him cry out in pain and beg for mercy while complaining “I don’t rely on reading and writing to make a living.” Shi Anzhi sighed, his voice filled with a quiet sense of helplessness, and said, “Everything that this vast world has to offer, all of it, I want to share it with you.”

Li Jiu hugged him, resting his chin on the soft, dark hair at the top of his head. He absentmindedly played with his earlobe and said, “Alright, I’ll try harder.”

Eventually, Shi Anzhi gave up on the idea of having him read serious books. After all, Li Jiu only needed to manage in public, so Shi Anzhi decided to give him newspapers and magazines instead. They had fewer words and were easy to read.

From then on, Li Jiu made it a habit to read the newspaper while having breakfast every morning.

When it came to newspapers and magazines, though, Li Jiu’s focus was a little… selective.

He only looked at the pictures in the newspapers and magazines, starting with the front-page headlines, then flipping through the images inside. Eventually, he even checked the weather forecast. Shi Anzhi pretended not to notice, letting him make noise with the stack of newspapers. After going through all the pictures three times, Li Jiu started looking for something to say.

He said, “Hey, did you hear about the news in Yunhu District? The elevator in a high-rise broke down, trapping a mother and child, and a pregnant woman, for three hours.”

Shi Anzhi casually ate a piece of sunny-side-up egg with his fork and smiled.

“That must’ve been quite a shock. I hope nothing serious happened.”

Li Jiu blinked and tapped his fingers on the table. “Sounds good,” he muttered.

Later, when Shi Anzhi was about to see him out, Li Jiu suddenly seemed to remember something and said that he had just brought back a batch of original books from France and left them at the office, asking Shi Anzhi to go with him to pick them up.

Unaware of the trap, Xiao Shi was tricked into getting on the elevator to the 68th floor of the Ruide Center.

When Jiu’an was established, it became financially strong. With a simple wave of his hand, Li Jiu bought an entire floor of the Ruide Center. As the owner of this landmark building in Z City, he had a private elevator installed. The elevator moved smoothly and evenly, with a curved glass wall offering a scenic view. As it ascended, it gave the feeling of looking down upon everything, making one feel that money could conquer all. However, when Shi Anzhi glanced outside, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. To his surprise, he realized he was afraid of heights.

His calf tightened slightly, the muscle twitching in a way he couldn’t ignore. Without making a sound, he took a few quiet steps forward, deliberately bumping into Li Jiu. This made Li Jiu turn around, his arms instinctively pulling Shi Anzhi in and giving his back a couple of gentle pats, his mind silently counting down—three, two, one.

The elevator suddenly shook. The lights flickered a few times before going out. A second later, the emergency power kicked in, and the fan started blowing. Shi Anzhi looked up, confusion showing on his face.

The intercom buzzed, and a respectful voice came through: “PresidentLi? President Li? … Master Jiu?”

Li Jiu simply replied, “Mmm.”

The person on the other end became more anxious, hurriedly explaining that it was a line malfunction and asking the two gentlemen to wait as repairs were being urgently made.

Li Jiu responded with another “Mmm” before hanging up the intercom.

Shi Anzhi’s body began to stiffen, his hand unconsciously gripping the fabric of Li Jiu’s coat. His palm pressed against a tortoiseshell button, tightening his grip without noticing the discomfort. His breathing grew shallow, and he couldn’t bear to think about how many meters above the ground he was.

Li Jiu pulled him into his arms, lowering his head to gently nuzzle his ear and soft hair. “I’m here,” he said.

NFSW scene ahead

Shi Anzhi knew he was acting quite embarrassingly. His ears and face burned with heat, so he instinctively tried to bury his face somewhere to hide. He thought about resting his forehead on Li Jiu’s shoulder, but Li Jiu turned his face and kissed him instead. The familiar warmth of his breath made him close his eyes and respond faintly. Li Jiu’s tongue teased along the seam of his lips before pushing inside. Reflexively, Shi Anzhi parted his mouth, but as soon as he realized they weren’t in Xuyuan or even indoors, he tried to push Li Jiu away. His lips, however, were completely sealed.

Li Jiu tightened his hold, forcing him fully into his embrace, pressing him against the cold, hard elevator wall with a deep kiss. Shi Anzhi felt the chill against his back and let out a muffled sound of protest through his nose. His free hand reached for Li Jiu’s neck, fingers trembling as they tugged at the hair on the back of his head, trying to pull him away. But his hands went weak, his fingers tingling, and his mind blank from the kiss.

His whole body seemed like it was about to go limp, but a firm arm around his lower back held him up. The embrace, the angle, it all felt maddeningly perfect. Shi Anzhi’s brain turned to mush.

Li Jiu nibbled on his lips and murmured in a low, enticing voice, “Touch me.” Something hard was pressing against Shi Anzhi’s thigh.

Shi Anzhi’s hand, clutching at a button, hesitated and loosened. Li Jiu guided his wrist, unzipping his own pants. The bulging fabric sprang free, and the little Li Jiu eagerly pressed into Shi Anzhi’s palm. There wasn’t even time for Shi Anzhi to wonder how Li Jiu could get aroused so quickly. His hand was trapped beneath him, forced to hold that scalding, rigid thing.

They were both still fully dressed, but Li Jiu had opened just enough to expose his member, and now Shi Anzhi’s palm was abruptly filled with his hot, fierce cock.

Li Jiu’s breath came heavy and rough against his ear as he whispered, “An’an…” Shi Anzhi’s entire body tensed, sweat beginning to form on his back. He bit down hard on Li Jiu’s shoulder in retaliation, his fingers tightening viciously around the hardness in his hand.

Li Jiu hissed sharply, sucking in a breath through his teeth. Tightening his grip around Shi Anzhi’s narrow waist, he unhesitatingly began pulling at his belt.

Panic flashed in Shi Anzhi’s eyes as he cursed Li Jiu in a trembling voice, “Are you crazy? Here?!” He tried to break free from Li Jiu’s grip, but it was too late. A chill hit his waist as Li Jiu, experienced and skilled, effortlessly stripped away the pristine layer of his defenses.

That swollen, dripping, crimson tip pressed against the cool skin between Shi Anzhi’s ass. Li Jiu coaxed him gently, his voice a mix of seduction and tenderness. “Xiao Shi… baby… An’an…”

As soon as those intimate words came out, Shi Anzhi completely lost his composure. His face flushed bright red as he turned his head away, exposing his neck in a posture of complete surrender. Li Jiu took full advantage, biting down decisively. The muscles in his arm rippled as he moved, and Shi Anzhi’s supple, rounded ass was firmly grasped in his hands. Under Li Jiu’s rough and domineering kneading, Shi Anzhi couldn’t help but let out a soft moan: “Bastard…”

That “bastard” lifted one of Shi Anzhi’s smooth, porcelain-like long legs high into the air, positioning the moist, tender entrance to align with his slick, dripping cock. He licked along the length of Shi Anzhi’s taut, slender neck all the way to the base of his ear, which had turned a deep, blood-red hue. He captured the earlobe between his teeth, grinding it as his hips thrust forward, sinking in completely. Shi Anzhi clung to Li Jiu’s shoulder, trembling violently. “Ah—!”

“Baby, open your eyes…” Li Jiu coaxed, his voice a sultry murmur that seemed to curl and twist its way straight into Shi Anzhi’s ears. But Shi Anzhi just shook his head frantically. Pressed up against the far wall of the elevator’s cabin, if he opened his eyes, all he would see was the bright, open sky outside. His thighs quivered uncontrollably, trembling from being fucked and the unnerving thought of being suspended here in midair, neither grounded nor secure.

The tight passage burned as Li Jiu invaded deeper, his deliberate teasing pushing Shi Anzhi to the brink. Shi Anzhi turned his head sharply and, furious, pressed his lips against Li Jiu’s, kissing him fiercely and messily, as though out of spite.

“You… just do it properly!”

The consequence of such an invitation was entirely predictable.

Shi Anzhi’s brows trembled in a mix of pain and torment, his lips bitten so hard they bore deep marks. Li Jiu thrust intensely into his most sensitive spot, but Shi Anzhi refused to cry out. His throat and nose were choked with muffled moans, distorted and off-key, yet he stubbornly held back his voice. Supporting Shi Anzhi’s waist with one arm, Li Jiu freed his other hand to stroke the organ trapped between their abdomens, squeezing out slick fluid with each motion. The shameless violation left Shi Anzhi trembling uncontrollably, his neck stretched into a smooth yet despairing arc as tears streamed down his face. His sob only made Li Jiu’s blood boil with feral intensity.

In the end, Shi Anzhi couldn’t hold back and climaxed with a sharp cry, thick spurts of semen splattering messily across Li Jiu’s abdomen. Gasping for breath, he weakly bit at Li Jiu’s ear in defiance, gnashing his teeth feebly as though trying to vent his frustration. Li Jiu held his messy lower half, continuing his slow and gentle grinding, coaxing him along. Shi Anzhi was on the verge of breaking down, his voice weak and ragged as he growled near Li Jiu’s ear, “How are we supposed to face anyone now? How?! …Ugh!”

The elevator suddenly jolted to life. Shi Anzhi panicked, trying to struggle free, but Li Jiu held him firmly in place. To make matters worse, the shameless cock inside him remained fully hard, pressing deep into his slick, tender passage. His soft, wet intestine clenched reflexively, making Li Jiu grunt lowly as he bit Shi Anzhi’s neck, soothing him shamelessly with gentle licks. “There’s no one here. Don’t be scared, baby.”

With a loud ding, the elevator doors slid open. Shi Anzhi squeezed his eyes shut, mortified to the point of wanting the earth to swallow him whole. Li Jiu chuckled quietly by his ear, carrying him out of the elevator without a care. Shi Anzhi’s stomach trembled uncontrollably, his entire body wishing it could shrink into nothingness. His arms and legs clung tightly to Li Jiu as if for dear life.

In this moment of shame and despair, Li Jiu kissed his face, holding him steadily as he walked out step by step. “There’s no one here. Be good. I gave the entire company the day off,” he said.

Shi Anzhi’s soul, which had practically left his body, trembled as it returned. Tears clung to his eyelashes as he cracked his eyes open slightly to glance around. Sure enough, the spacious office was completely empty. He had been to the Ruide Center before, where men and women in formal attire would politely bow to him, addressing him with a respectful “Uncle Shi.”

But now, there was no one around, though the thought of those who should have been here lingered in his mind. It didn’t take long for him to realize what Li Jiu was up to. Letting out a disgruntled hum, he freed one hand from Li Jiu’s shoulders and reached up to pinch his ear.

“You shameless bastard… Where did you learn this… ah!”

Li Jiu’s response was to thrust upward with a strong motion, his hips lifting with force. Between Shi Anzhi’s trembling thighs, a mix of sticky, cool fluids trickled down—some of it his own from the earlier release in the elevator. This position demanded immense strength, yet it allowed for a depth that was almost unbearable, making Shi Anzhi feel as though his intestine were about to be pierced through. His legs clung tightly to Li Jiu’s waist, and, gasping softly, he wrapped his arms around Li Jiu’s neck, murmuring, “To… your office.”

The massive desk in the CEO’s office was a high-end import from Germany, renowned for its superior quality, weight, and stability. That day, it endured a thorough and rigorous test from all angles. In the end, Shi Anzhi drifted off to sleep with his legs propped up on the armrests of the office chair. His upper body was still partially dressed, the torn hem of his shirt revealing his flat stomach, now covered with faint finger-shaped bruises. Below, his thighs bore a mix of red and white marks, and the hair between his legs was matted together. His once lively member had been drained of three or four releases, leaving it slumped helplessly, like a frightened bird cowering in his lap.

Li Jiu, thoroughly satisfied and content, rested briefly before peeling off his soaked, wrinkled three-piece suit with deliberate care. Once completely stripped, he gently carried the exhausted Shi Anzhi to the attached lounge and laid him flat on the bed to sleep. During the most passionate moments, Li Jiu hadn’t removed his clothes entirely, only freeing his cock from his trousers to repeatedly press into Shi Anzhi’s naked lower half.

Licking his lips, Li Jiu thought: Those articles in the papers are surprisingly interesting. You can really learn a lot from them.

With Master Jiu’s insatiable curiosity, he later took the time to specifically discuss various news articles with Shi Anzhi, including topics like runaway teenagers found in parks and the World Famous Cat Exhibition. Eventually, on a certain day, Shi Anzhi finally identified the root of the problem. With a darkened expression, he confiscated all the bizarre sections of the newspaper and left Li Jiu with nothing but the densely packed economic pages filled with numbers.

This time, Li Jiu used the tip of his tongue to trace a stock market trend chart on Shi Anzhi’s back…

In short, when it came to the matter of reading and literacy, they spent several years gradually adjusting to each other’s quirks.