Chapter 14: The President and the Massage Chair 14

The next morning, Tang Bin woke up lying on top of President Shang.

He was really pressed on top, not sure of how long he had been asleep. President Shang truly wasn’t bothered by him lying on top.

When Tang Bin realized this, he felt a bit embarrassed. He hurried to get up, but then two sharp pains in his waist and hips surged through him. Tang Bin let out an “ouch” and collapsed back onto Shang Chengjun.

It really hurt. Tang Bin sucked in a breath. He hadn’t felt this pain last night, and he hadn’t expected the aftereffects to be so severe today.

The intense pain made him gasp, and his eyes involuntarily reddened.

“What’s wrong?” Shang Chengjun, woken up by the movement, asked anxiously.

The moment he looked up, he saw his beloved with red eyes, looking at him pitifully. Shang Chengjun quickly cupped Tang Bin’s face and asked, “What’s wrong? Baby, what happened?”

“President Shang, it hurts,” Tang Bin whimpered, “Ugh… ugh…”

“Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere.”

Shang Chengjun carefully turned Tang Bin over and checked his body from top to bottom.

…It seemed that he had been too rough last night. There were some bruises on Tang Bin’s waist, and the situation on his backside wasn’t much better. The marks on his body, deep and shallow, were too numerous to count.

“…I’m sorry.” President Shang felt so guilty, he nearly felt his heart breaking!

It was his first time, too. No experience, and he had been too excited…

Shang Chengjun, frustrated, grabbed his phone and made a call. Then, he knelt beside the young man, trying to be as gentle as possible while massaging him.

“Do you feel better now?”

“Mm…”

President Shang’s hands were large and strong, and most importantly, he applied just the right amount of pressure and knew exactly where the acupoints were. The relief that spread through Tang Bin’s body as his muscles and joints relaxed surpassed the exhaustion and soreness left by last night. He felt so comfortable that he couldn’t help but let out a few soft moans.

Although he had no experience with massages, he was sure that President Shang’s technique was excellent. He knew exactly where he felt discomfort, and at least it was on par with a professional masseuse’s skills.

As the massage continued, Tang Bin started to feel a bit drowsy.

Last night had been too exhausting; he didn’t even remember what time he fell asleep.

Unable to stop himself, he yawned. Even though it was already daylight outside, in this extreme comfort, he willingly succumbed to sleep once again, settling into a light nap.

After coaxing his beloved to sleep, Shang Chengjun’s knees still sank into the soft mattress. He couldn’t help but smile foolishly at the young man’s side profile, which was exposed as he lay on his pillow.

Everything that had happened since he brought the young man home felt like a breathtaking, surreal dream that he couldn’t quite wake up from.

But it didn’t matter; if this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been gazing at him when the sound of the doorbell snapped him back to reality.

Fearing that he might wake the young man, he hurriedly grabbed a bathrobe from the closet, slipped it on, and rushed out of the bedroom, making sure to close the door behind him. Then, he swiftly ran to the entrance and opened the front door.

As the door opened, Shang Chengjun had just finished tying the bathrobe around his waist.

Outside, his secretary, Mei Jing, who had been ringing the doorbell, was startled. She slapped her chest and exclaimed, “Boss, what are you doing? You scared me to death!”

“…Sorry,” Shang Chengjun replied. Then, he asked, “Did you bring the things I asked for?”

“I brought them.” Mei Jing, not invited inside, tried to peek past her tall boss to see inside the house, but her efforts were in vain. Shang Chengjun straightened his posture, blocking the view completely, even though she was tall and wearing high heels.

“President Shang, is my future boss’s wife inside?” Mei Jing asked.

“No,” Shang Chengjun replied. “She’s your current boss’s wife. Now give me the items.”

Mei Jing: “…”

The plastic bag in her hands was swiftly taken by Shang Chengjun. Unable to tolerate her boss’s coldness, Mei Jing couldn’t help but complain, “You should at least have some sympathy for me! I’m not even married yet, and you had me go buy these things at a sex shop. You wouldn’t believe it—the owner of that shop was looking at me like…”

“Are you reminding me that I should hire a male secretary?” 

“…” Mei Jing’s complaining was instantly cut off—President Shang never joked when he spoke.

“Your bonus for this month will be doubled,” President Shang said, his eyes narrowing as he clearly started thinking about the male secretary situation!

He then began checking the contents of the bag.

“…Thank you, President Shang. Hehe, I also bought two boxes of condoms for you, although you didn’t send me the details,” Mei Jing said with a forced smile, giving her boss a playful wink.

Unexpectedly, President Shang raised an eyebrow, and his attitude immediately became stern. “Who told you to buy these?”

“I…”

“Take them back and use them yourself.”

“But I’m single! Who am I supposed to use them with?” Mei Jing looked bewildered.

“Take them back.” Clearly, President Shang didn’t want to deal with her issue, coldly tossing the two boxes of condoms back to her.

Mei Jing: “…” Fine, she would just consider it an unnecessary addition to the conversation. But she couldn’t really blame herself—after all, trying to guess the boss’s intentions had its limits. She had assumed that someone like President Shang, who was so meticulous about everything, would certainly need such things. But she forgot that when it came to that young man, President Shang was an entirely different person.

She could never have imagined that President Shang liked this… wild way of expressing himself.

“Well, I’ll head back now… Are you coming to the office today?” Mei Jing asked. After all, it was already 10 o’clock in the morning and before today, as long as President Shang wasn’t traveling, he would always be at the office on time. This was his first time being late.

…Or should she say, his first time being absent.

“Not necessarily,” Shang Chengjun said.

“Understood.” Seeing that Shang Chengjun didn’t seem to want to chat more at the door, Mei Jing wisely prepared to leave. Before she left, she suddenly thought of something:

“By the way… Miss Yu said she wanted to see you yesterday, all fired up. She even asked me where you’re living now.”

“Did you tell her?”

“Of course not.”

“Mm.” Shang Chengjun nodded in approval of Mei Jing’s work. “If she looks for me again, let her wait until I go to the company to talk business.”

“Got it.”

Mei Jing asked, “What if it’s personal?”

Shang Chengjun looked at her oddly. “What personal matter could I possibly have with Yu Shanshan?”

“Okay, President Shang, I understand.”

No matter how she looked at it, Mei Jing didn’t want Yu Shanshan to become her future boss’s wife. She was reassured that the secretary could relax.

“Then President Shang, you should go inside quickly and accompany your wife!” Mei Jing said, and in a very considerate manner, she pushed her boss back into the room and closed the door behind him.

She still had to rush back to the company. Shang Chengjun didn’t usually stay here, it was a very secretive residence of his, even Yu Shanshan didn’t know about it.

No wonder Shang Chengjun was so cautious. If that woman found out, this place would probably already be in chaos by now.

Sigh, being a President these days isn’t easy. You still have to watch the shareholders’ faces and endure harassment.

As she turned around, Mei Jing put on sunglasses that covered half her face.

To be honest, when leaving the company, she was quite worried that Yu Shanshan might do something like an undercover operation, tracking her to find out where Shang Chengjun was.

—

It was already afternoon when Tang Bin finally woke up.

He didn’t expect that he could sleep so much.

It was as if he was automatically making up for all the sleep he had missed in recent days.

When he woke up, he felt refreshed, and his body wasn’t as sore anymore.

Sitting on the bed, rubbing his bottom, Tang Bin looked confused.

He didn’t have much of a concept of how a normal human body recovers, so he only knew that he felt fine now, but he didn’t know that while he was asleep, Shang Chengjun had used all sorts of special treatments on him.

What confused him was—he seemed to have taken an entire day off without realizing it!

The phone had been unplugged for so long that it had automatically powered off.

Tang Bin thought that if it had still been in a state where he could make a call, his phone would have exploded by now.

This realization left him standing there, holding the phone, not knowing what to do for quite a while.

In the end, Tang Bin had no choice but to open the door and go find Shang Chengjun.

Outside, Shang Chengjun was sitting at a large dining table, dealing with work. His focused side profile faced Tang Bin, and his sharp, chiseled features were full of seriousness.

But perhaps hearing the noise, Shang Chengjun looked up at Tang Bin and suddenly smiled. “You’re awake? Then go wash up…”

Shang Chengjun’s voice abruptly stopped. After all, the young man was completely naked, his pale body exposed to the air… the sight was startling.

In a flash, Shang Chengjun rushed forward, pulled Tang Bin into the dressing room, and instantly drew the curtains.

—Although it was broad daylight at home and unlikely to be seen by others, what if someone did?!

No way, his person wasn’t something anyone could just look at!

“President Shang?” Tang Bin was startled by Shang Chengjun’s actions.

When he was a flower, he never wore clothes, so being naked felt quite natural to him.

He never imagined how much of an impact it might have on the other person in this room.

“I just sent your clothes to the laundry. They’ll be back in the evening. Let me see if I can find something you can wear in the meantime.”

“Oh.”

As Shang Chengjun looked for clothes, Tang Bin casually surveyed the dressing room.

There weren’t many clothes inside, but they were all neatly hung up, either casual wear or suits, neatly organized. One section, however, was a bit odd, as it contained a single shirt hanging by itself. Tang Bin recognized it as the one President Shang had worn yesterday.

—It had been dampened by his own tears and secretly wrinkled at the collar and cuffs. The marks on this shirt were unmistakable, and Tang Bin wouldn’t mistake it.

He walked over and said, “President Shang, this shirt needs to be washed.”

Why hadn’t it been washed? Didn’t he just say the laundry was being done?

Tang Bin picked up the shirt, but before he could say anything more, Shang Chengjun said, “That shirt doesn’t need to be washed.”

Tang Bin: “?”

Shang Chengjun smiled. “That shirt was cried on and messed with by a certain little raccoon. There are tears on it, don’t wash them away.”

Tang Bin: “…”

One second, two seconds, three seconds… Tang Bin stood there, mouth open, stunned, until Shang Chengjun hung the shirt back up. With a “boom,” it finally hit Tang Bin what President Shang meant.

… So President Shang knew about it!

In an instant, Tang Bin’s face turned so red it felt like it might spread from his ears all the way down to his toes. He had no problem with being naked earlier, but now he felt so embarrassed that he curled himself into a ball.