“Or maybe it’s more serious for the husband, let’s show him first,” Jian Yang said, half-dressed.

During his school days, he spent most of his time boarding. Although he enjoyed reading some BL novels, he only had a vague understanding of his sexual orientation, still in the phase of “what you have, I have” as a straight man, never thinking that the posture of being half undressed would be so suggestive.

Guan Ciyan sighed, “Let him see it first.”

After saying that, he turned and went upstairs.

Jian Yang looked at his back, furrowing his brows, “He seems to be complaining about me?”

“Mr. Jian, don’t overthink it, there’s nothing,” the doctor said, walking away, feeling relieved as he boldly examined Jian Yang’s wound.

Because he was male, and his orientation was female.

“He just sighed at me, right? You saw that, he sighed at me, right?” Jian Yang puffed his cheeks and stared at the staircase.

“Mr. Guan is not targeting you,” the doctor said, “Mr. Guan treats everyone equally. Please don’t overthink it.”

Jian Yang thought about it and realized that was probably true. The book didn’t mention Guan Ciyan’s childhood, but from the moment he appeared, he had an air of superiority. Owning thirty-two buildings in A City’s financial district, the entire city’s financial center was under his control, giving him the capital to look down on others.

How nice, Guan Ciyan wasn’t targeting him, he was just looking down on him like any ordinary person.

“Ah, Mr. Jian, you’re so hot!” The doctor touched Jian Yang’s skin while applying medicine.

Jian Yang immediately explained, “I’ve already taken medicine! Really.”

He paused after speaking, realizing that no one cared about his fever anymore, nor would anyone scold him for not taking medicine.

“Don’t speak, just suck on this lozenge, I’ll give you an injection.”

“Why do I have to suck on a lozenge before the injection?”

“Because this way, you’ll be thinking about this question while I give you the injection,” the doctor said as he pulled out the needle. “See, it’s done.”

“Fast!” Jian Yang, used to injections, didn’t really feel anything.

“There’s no choice, I got used to giving injections for Mr. Guan.”

Jian Yang frowned, “He’s afraid of needles?”

The doctor said, “He’s afraid of pain.”

Oh!

A 28-year-old man, 1.88 meters tall, with solid chest muscles, afraid of the pain from an injection??

Jian Yang began to fantasize. If only he were a doctor, he’d give Guan Ciyan one hundred and eighty injections a day.

Upstairs, Guan Ciyan took off his suit jacket, revealing a shirt already stained with blood. The dried blood had stuck the fabric to his wound, and when he took it off, the wound reopened, starting to bleed again. His shirt wasn’t torn. “The quality is pretty good.”

The bloodstained shirt was thrown into the trash. Guan Ciyan cleaned the wound simply and walked out topless.

The doctor wasn’t waiting beside him as usual. Guan Ciyan poured himself half a glass of whiskey and sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the first batch of yellowing leaves. He took a sip of the drink, the liquid sliding down his throat with a smoky taste, and exhaled in relaxation.

In the reflection of the window, the cleaned wound continued to bleed.

A stray cat appeared out of nowhere, climbed up a tree and couldn’t come down, meowing desperately.

Guan Ciyan opened half of the window, purposely placed a red fur ball ornament on the extended terrace, and watched the stray cat meowing even more frantically, crossing his arms as he leaned against the window.

The little cat angrily hissed at Guan Ciyan.

Guan Ciyan, bored, casually spoke, “Do you want to jump down and get it yourself?”

The little cat stopped its hissing and growled fiercely, probably saying something unpleasant.

Guan Ciyan raised an eyebrow, picking up the ornament and playing with it. He squeezed the round ball between his fingers, twisting it, clicking his tongue in dissatisfaction.

It didn’t feel as good as Jian Yang’s face to squeeze.

The little cat cursed for a while, but it was ineffective. After gathering the courage, it leapt from the tree, snatched the ornament, and jumped down to the first-floor terrace, disappearing into the night.

Guan Ciyan had a few new scratches from the cat’s claws on his wrist, with a little more blood, but it didn’t matter to him.

Pity, there was nothing left to play with.

He didn’t hold a grudge against the cat.

Nor did he think of questioning the butler, Zhang Bo, about where the stray cat came from.

Surviving in a better place is the right of all living beings to fight for their freedom.

“Mr. Guan, may I come in?” The doctor knocked on the door outside.

“Come in.” Guan Ciyan walked over and habitually lay down on the low couch. The doctor took out the wound medicine that had already been prepared and began applying it. For the sake of his professional life, he had added an extra ingredient to the medicine. When first applied, it was cold, and in about half an hour, it would burn.

By then, he would already be gone, and the pain wouldn’t concern him anymore.

Who said applying medicine wouldn’t hurt at all! If you had the ability, don’t get injured!

Guan Ciyan closed his eyes to rest, “Why are you so late?”

The doctor, wanting to educate Guan Ciyan on his fear of pain, described Jian Yang’s condition in detail, hoping Guan Ciyan would use him as an example. “The little gentleman downstairs has been sick for quite a while, still running a fever. It seems he’s been burning for a day and a half. I gave him an injection, and his eyes were dry and itchy. Without proper equipment, we couldn’t determine the exact condition, so I gave him some soothing treatment. It took a little time. The little gentleman really endured a lot. Despite being so sick, he still seemed quite energetic. He didn’t even cry out when I gave him the injection.”

“He’s been burning for a day?” Guan Ciyan suddenly opened his eyes.

“Day and a half,” the doctor replied.

When Jian Yang rushed in to block the whip for him, he had also been running a fever. Guan Ciyan reflected on that night. Apart from rubbing his eyes, Jian Yang didn’t show any discomfort.

Only when he had to get off the car to buy cheap cold medicine, his face was constantly flushed, and his speech was nasal.

The only time he had to get off midway to buy some low-quality cold medicine, his face was always flushed, and he spoke with a nasal tone.

But his attention was entirely on Jian Yang, who kept talking about money, which was irritating to listen to.

He was the carefully crafted gift of the Jian family, and he shouldn’t be treated this harshly. Was he trying to act pitiful in front of him?

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, they had already had a one-night relationship, and the Jian family might use that as leverage.

“Hello, is anyone there?” Jian Yang’s voice came from the door, interrupting the actions of the doctor and Guan Ciyan.

The Japanese-style partition curtain was lifted by the wind, revealing Jian Yang’s profile between the two curtains. When he turned, he locked eyes with Guan Ciyan. The curtain slowly fell, blocking their gaze, and then the wind blew it up again, gradually revealing Guan Ciyan’s bare upper body.

His back was full of scars, with whip marks scattered across.

Jian Yang’s pupils contracted sharply, his almond-shaped eyes filled with shock, yet they seemed to absorb even more light, like the sun hanging high during a sunshower, beautiful in just the right way.

Guan Ciyan lowered his gaze, stood up from the bed, and walked over to the curtain. Bare-chested, he lifted it up, “What are you here for?”

Standing like this, Jian Yang’s gaze reached only as far as Guan Ciyan’s shoulders. He tilted his head to look at his back. “You… your wounds are so many…”

Guan Ciyan gripped Jian Yang’s shoulder with one hand, preventing him from tilting his head to look, “What are you doing?”

Without a shirt on, when he raised his arm, his muscular chest perfectly showed, forcing Jian Yang to stand directly in front of him. His chest muscles were taut, like a wall. Jian Yang told himself: Now is not the time to look at muscles.

A glance down revealed an eight-pack of abs, with the V-line slanting into his casual pants.

He didn’t think it was this striking when he had clothes on!

It was Guan Ciyan’s body that first caught his eye!

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“Why are you closing your eyes?” Guan Ciyan asked.

“To maintain the moral boundary for my eyes.”

“What?”

Jian Yang spread his hands, “I came to return this to you.”

A blue diamond-shaped brooch lay in his palm, small hands, small brooch. It looked like a bit of blue peeking out from the edges of a white petal.

“I gave it to you.” Guan Ciyan couldn’t remember where the brooch was from. “I’ll buy you some medicine.”

Jian Yang: Is this politeness?

“You can’t do that, Mr. Guan.” Jian Yang refused, “You already paid me for today’s fee.”

“Why not? I said I’ll give it to you, so it’s yours.”

“Because you haven’t specified that it’s a voluntary gift. This is too precious, and if you ask me to pay for it later, I won’t be able to afford it.” Jian Yang said sincerely.

Guan Ciyan couldn’t hide his disgust, “Stop with your poor act, just leave.”

“Oh.” Jian Yang looked around, placed the brooch on the table, and left.

Guan Ciyan wanted to say something but was stuck in his throat, unable to find the opportunity.

Jian Yang was still wearing that shirt, torn and bloodied from the whip, his thin, small back walking steadily, quickly disappearing from the room.

The doctor, anxious, rushed in from behind, “Sir, you haven’t finished your medicine yet?”

If he didn’t take it soon, the effect would kick in.

When Guan Ciyan felt pain, his temper was awful.

“Leave the medicine, and you can go.”

“Okay.” The doctor didn’t hesitate, packing up and leaving.

Rich people’s bodies had people worrying over them, he only needed to keep his job and salary safe.

The room quieted, and Guan Ciyan took a deep breath, but the inexplicable anger inside him couldn’t subside.

He rarely lost his temper, and when he did, it was usually because there was a need to.

Like just now, being harsh with someone… it seemed like he had never done that before.

Since Jian Yang appeared, he had been irritating him.

With his nature, he should have made the other person feel worse than him.

But Jian Yang was like a ball of cotton, letting you knead and squish him, showing no anger at all.

Even when sick, he acted like nothing was wrong.

His behavior was so strange that Guan Ciyan decided to keep him close, under his watch, to better see if there were any small actions. He dialed the butler’s office, “Arrange a room for Jian Yang.”

“Mr. Jian has already left,” the butler replied.

He truly was resolute.

“Bring him back.” Guan Ciyan hung up the phone and walked to the window. In the garden, a small white figure squatted by the door, playing with a red-haired ball with a little wild cat, which started meowing in a high pitch.

The little cat kept circling Jian Yang’s feet.

Jian Yang squatted down and petted it a few times. His lips moved, but he didn’t seem to say anything. The moonlight illuminated his lips, which were round and plump, gleaming with color. He pursed them and then released, returning to their original state.

He seemed to really like this little wild cat, petting it until it lay on its back with its belly exposed.

Jian Yang petted it again, stood up, and made a goodbye gesture to the little cat, walking out without hesitation.

The wild cat’s meow suddenly turned sharp as it chased Jian Yang’s shoes, bouncing up and down, lowering its body to huff.

Guan Ciyan slowly picked up a wine glass, took a sip, “Good child.”

Could the Guan family be somewhere he could come and go as he pleased?