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“Our cooperation should end here.”

Watching someone’s expression change can be quite amusing.

Especially watching Wen Ye, who was smiling one moment, and then his smile froze the next. His face turned all sorts of colors, like a clown.

But he is indeed Wen Yingjue’s blood brother.

By the time his expression settled, his gun was already pressed against my forehead.

Wen Ye said a lot, trying to threaten and persuade me into working for him again.

But this time was different—we were even.

Now it was my turn to smile and talk to him.

“Second Brother, you and I both know that the assassination attempt on Big Brother can’t be investigated too deeply.

“You wanted profit, I wanted my life—now we’re square.

“From now on, let’s stay out of each other’s way and keep the peace.”

Wen Ye is the illegitimate child who rose to power after his mother passed away, and his position in the Wen family is still unstable.

So no matter how arrogant he is, he’s afraid that these sneaky little moves of his will be found out by either his big brother, Wen Yingjue, or their father, Wen Qingshan.

He glared at me with a dark look, then put away his gun and told me to scram.

As I was about to reach the door, he suddenly called out to me.

“Bian Ci, being Wen Yingjue’s dog—you’ll regret it.

“He’s cold-blooded.

“His servant, Uncle Ying, who took care of him for years—

“He shot him in the head without even blinking.

“How long do you think you can survive under his hand?”

I smiled without responding and walked out.

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06

I wasn’t in a hurry to go back, just wandered around for a while.

In the distance, a black car followed me, neither too fast nor too slow, for quite some time.

Losing the tail was easy for me.

But I had a good guess who was in that car.

That person definitely wouldn’t be happy if I ran off on my own.

He only likes it when I’m obedient.

So I took out my phone and dialed a number.

“Brother, are you coming to pick me up?

“I’m lost. Will you take me home?”

This little trick always made Wen Yingjue happy.

When he’s happy, my life gets a little easier.

Once I got into the passenger seat, I immediately removed the knife strapped to my calf.

Wen Yingjue didn’t even glance at it and continued driving.

I opened the window a crack and dozed off in the cool night breeze.

After a while, he spoke up.

“You have good counter-surveillance skills.”

I opened my eyes to look at him.

Under the streetlights, his face was calm and indifferent.

“Brother, in our line of work, if you’re not sharp, you’d have been caught by the cops long ago.”

“Hmm.”

Still, his response was flat and emotionless.

Seeing that he didn’t continue, I closed my eyes and dozed off again.

But then he closed the window, saying I just recovered from a fever and shouldn’t catch a cold.

By the time we returned to Wen Yingjue’s villa, it was close to midnight.

After parking the car, he lit a cigarette, taking just one puff before holding it between his fingers.

Wen Yingjue’s features are striking, especially when he’s in this relaxed, brooding state—enough to captivate anyone.

He didn’t get out, and neither did I.

Seeing me still sitting there, he turned to ask what was wrong.

I casually undid the top two buttons of my shirt and answered:

“Brother, I’ve taken care of everything.

“I think I deserve a reward.”

He raised an eyebrow at me.

I reached out and took the cigarette from his fingers.

“This cigarette will do.”

I took a soft drag from where his lips had touched.

He chuckled softly and took the cigarette back from me, leaning closer.

“Is that all you need?”

His lips were so tempting.

I leaned in as well, grabbing his collar to pull him down.

I said, maybe not quite enough.

Then I kissed him.

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07

That night, we didn’t take it any further.

Wen Yingjue was called away again by his father, Wen Qingshan, after a phone call.

I took a shower.

In the steam, I looked up at the mirror.

Staring at the face in the reflection, my thoughts began to drift uncontrollably.

Two years ago, it was because of this face that I was brought into the Wen family.

Wen Qingshan once had a long-lost lover, but tragically, she passed away young.

And I am that lover’s son.

Wen Qingshan acknowledged me as his godson.

From then on, I became the third young master of the Wen family.

But I never changed my surname to Wen.

One reason is that I’m not Wen Qingshan’s biological son; the other is that he thought the name Bian Ci sounded nice.

He said it was in honor of my mother, and he wanted me to keep that name.

This even earned Wen Qingshan a reputation as a romantic, devoted man.

That was until I discovered his hidden fetish in his bedroom—

Those videos of group activities.

The stars of the show were often young men and women with delicate features.

The content was violent, bloody, and disgustingly filthy.

I shivered at the thought, especially when I remembered how Wen Qingshan often asked me to grow my hair long and liked to touch my face.

It sent chills down my spine.

Wen Qingshan harbored twisted desires for me.

But I couldn’t leave the Wen family just yet.

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08

Things changed when Wen Yingjue returned from abroad.

He came back to take over some of Wen Qingshan’s domestic businesses.

Looking at that cold, stoic face, I thought to myself that this man wouldn’t be as perverted as Wen Qingshan.

At least, he didn’t make me feel sick to my stomach.

Compared to staying by that old pervert’s side, it was a better choice to work under Wen Yingjue, even as a lowly lackey.

So when I knelt before him, I sincerely pledged my loyalty.

I told him as long as Big Brother was willing to take me in, I’d work myself to the bone for him without a word of complaint.

Whatever Big Brother asked, I’d do it, without hesitation or double-dealing.

If he was willing to look after me, I’d even bang my head on the ground in thanks.

But all he did was sneer.

He grabbed my face, looked down at me, and asked:

“Are you sure you’ll do anything?

“Little Young Master, you better think carefully. I’m worse than that old man—

“I’m even more twisted.”

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09

Wen Yingjue wasn’t lying.

He truly was a maniac.

The first day he got me from Wen Qingshan, he locked me up in his torture room and hung me up.

He gripped my neck, got in my face, and asked in a low voice who I really was.

I was suffocating, gasping for air, and hoarsely told him I was Bian Ci.

I was so oxygen-deprived that my head was about to explode.

He let go, only to switch to holding my neck from behind, pulling me closer to him.