Wen Ye hung up, pressing the phone against his chest. He turned to Bai Shun and said, “That was terrifying.”

Bai Shun, having overheard Guan Ciyan’s tone, shook his head. “Expected.”

“Shouldn’t you try talking to him?”

“Talk about what? Even if I tell him, he won’t listen. And if he listens, he won’t act on it.” Bai Shun took Wen Ye’s phone away. “If you’re not tired, go ahead and try again.”

—

Guan Ciyan left Jian Yang’s small rented apartment and contacted Dongdong, but he didn’t know where Jian Yang had gone either. Jian Yang had only told him he could take a seven-day break.

Moreover, Jian Yang had already instructed Jiang Ke in advance—no new work should be arranged for him.

Thorough.

Compared to the naive boy who first arrived at his house, Jian Yang had grown a lot—at least when it came to avoiding him.

All thanks to his own teaching.

Guan Ciyan wasn’t in a hurry. If he wanted to find someone, even someone as reclusive as Wen Ye, he could do it—let alone Jian Yang, a small-time celebrity.

It didn’t take much information. Didn’t take long at all.

Jian Yang’s spending records in an island country in the east were already in Guan Ciyan’s hands.

At this moment, he was watching the other industries of the Guan Corporation fall into chaos. He had plenty of free time. That very day, he boarded a plane.

He glanced at the long list of expenses, feeling strangely calm.

They would get married.

Next month.

Idiot. Jian Yang couldn’t live without him.

So stupid—if he left, he’d definitely be bullied to death.

He ran overseas just to escape him.

Did he forget? Fuyu Shengtang had always operated internationally.

He ran right into the palm of his hand.

Fate, perhaps. Guan Ciyan thought. Jian Yang was destined to never escape him.

—

It was nighttime when he landed. Jian Yang was at a bar, already having spent a significant amount.

Guan Ciyan first returned to his hotel, changed into a brand-new suit, and then headed out.

Inside the bar, the atmosphere was fiery.

Three male models were dancing onstage, while another was beside Jian Yang, handing him a drink. On the other side sat the actor who played Su Jin.

“Su Su—” Jian Yang, already drunk, clung to him, hands slipping into the man’s coat.

It had been a week. He craved someone’s touch.

Someone to hold him.

Someone to kiss him.

The moment Guan Ciyan walked in, this was the sight he saw.

He stepped forward, grabbed Jian Yang’s arm, and pulled him into his embrace, saying nothing as he carried him out.

Su Su had met Guan Ciyan before at the cast wrap party. He knew exactly who this imposing man was—the big boss of Fuyu Shengtang. Wen Ye’s boss.

And also… Jian Yang’s boss.

Jian Yang was completely enveloped in his arms, the tight fabric of his suit straining over his muscles. At nearly 1.9 meters tall, Guan Ciyan practically filled the low-ceilinged VIP room.

Su Su hesitated, but he couldn’t just stand by and watch Jian Yang be taken advantage of.

“Director Guan, Jian Yang is drunk. He’s not great with alcohol—maybe it’s better if you leave him here.”

He gritted his teeth on the last few words because—when he tried to pull Jian Yang away—he. Did. Not. Budge.

How did this CEO, who sat in an office all day, have so much strength?

Guan Ciyan cast a cold glance at Su Su’s futile struggle. “He’s mine.”

“Huh?” Su Su blinked.

“He signed a contract, not a slave agreement, did he?”

“Su Su…” Jian Yang, still drunk, murmured with a slight sob in his voice. He looked miserable.

Guan Ciyan’s Adam’s apple moved.

Without a word, he pressed Jian Yang’s face into his chest.

Su Su stared at this tall, cold-faced man, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He suddenly had the terrible feeling that if Jian Yang kept calling out to him… blood might be spilled right here.

“He likes me,” Guan Ciyan declared. It was a statement of dominance—but it sounded more like coercion.

“Uh… I think you might be misunderstanding something…” Su Su stammered. “Jian Yang just confessed to five male models earlier. Two of them were even thinking about going straight for him… He’s just really good at acting. Maybe you should… just leave him to me.”

Guan Ciyan’s grip tightened.

Jian Yang struggled for breath, trying to lift his head. “Su… Su…”

Then, he caught a familiar scent—

A deep, warm fragrance of agarwood, heated by body temperature, burning into his senses.

A scent that had once mingled with his own body heat, making his soul tremble.

“Like… yes, I like… mmm—”

But his like was spoken after Su Su’s name.

Su Su shrugged, hands up in surrender. “See? He said he likes me.”

Guan Ciyan’s declaration of ownership—failed.

But he remained calm, his face expressionless, as he carried Jian Yang out of the bar.

—

Jian Yang was dead drunk.

In the car, he slept peacefully.

Guan Ciyan didn’t ask for his opinion—he simply took him back to his own hotel.

In the dimly lit room, Jian Yang climbed onto the large bed and instantly fell asleep.

Guan Ciyan stood beside him, watching silently.

Like the sharp chill of an early spring breeze—

Not piercingly cold, but enough to seep through layers and sting the skin.

Jian Yang instinctively curled deeper into the blankets.

Guan Ciyan reached out and tugged his shirt hem.

Jian Yang’s soft, pliant body—completely defenseless.

His fingers grasped at the sheets, arms flailing weakly.

Guan Ciyan slid two fingers beneath the fabric, cool air tracing along Jian Yang’s spine.

His intoxicated mind snapped awake.

This kind of touch—felt sinful.

Familiar, yet foreign.

If he focused, the alcohol would drag him into unconsciousness.

But the slow, featherlight touch along his back—kept him on edge.

He was like someone who was exhausted and about to fall asleep, only to be awakened by a huge wave.

Jian Yang’s consciousness became blurry under the influence of alcohol, his body heavy as if filled with lead, his limbs unresponsive.

Until a chill ran down his body, his legs exposed to the air, cold and tingling. He shivered, his consciousness struggling to regain clarity. He lifted his legs and tried to crawl out.

Landing on the cold sheets, his mind clearly sent a message to his limbs – he had been stripped.

He glanced at his sleeve, still on his wrist.

His shirt was still properly on his body.

But his whole being felt like a piece of cloth torn apart, within his heart.

Like ice shards piercing into a crack, his hands and feet moved faster than his brain, grabbing the cotton fabric and crawling forward.

But he was held down tightly, struggling in vain. Every time he managed to crawl a little further, he was pulled back.

“Get out, get out!” Jian Yang tried to shout, but his drunken throat felt like it was choked by something, his voice hoarse and weak.

It had no deterrent effect.

His hands and feet moved faster than his brain, instinctively grabbing the ground and crawling forward, his fingertips digging into the bed, leaving shallow marks.

The person behind him remained relentless, suppressing him. With the absolute difference in strength, he was unable to break free.

“Let me go, get out.” Jian Yang was like a dehydrated fish, flapping its tail on the shore, causing his whole body to bounce up and down in the air.

Several times, he almost got pinned down on the chopping board, the blade cutting into his body.

“Who are you, who are you?”

Maybe a few minutes passed, maybe three or four hours. Jian Yang was exhausted.

Time seemed to stretch, every second felt like a century. Jian Yang’s struggles grew weaker, eventually leaving only intermittent gasps.

“Ugh…” Jian Yang, after truly realizing that he had been breached, his tough attitude crumbled like chocolate brittle, breaking at the slightest touch.

“I’ll call the police.”

“I’ll fucking sue you to death.”

Guan Ciyan didn’t stop his actions. He was still wearing his brand new suit, except for the collar which was slightly askew from grabbing, he could go to a roadshow after putting on his belt.

It was fine if Jian Yang called the police.

He wouldn’t use his power to obstruct.

The police station would file a case, Jian Yang would need to explain to the investigators how he was entered, completely occupied, possessed.

During the taking of statements and testimonies, there would be cameras facing Jian Yang’s face, Jian Yang would have to admit all this in front of the lens.

It was a very collectible film, he could take it home and keep it.

Good, it wouldn’t matter if it was exposed by the media.

Everyone would know about his relationship with Jian Yang.

Guan Ciyan seemed to have found a solution, a more effective way to keep Jian Yang by his side than confessing, proposing, getting married.

He was even more excited.

Seizing the opportunity when the other party was distracted, Jian Yang struggled to turn over, wanting to see who the person behind him was. A force pressed down on the back of his neck.

His neck almost snapped, he obediently turned his head back, but the other party didn’t use force on him. His mouth and nose were blocked by the cotton fabric, he almost suffocated.

A wave of soft trembling spread through his body.

A second of weakness, he was wide open, giving the other party an opportunity.

His soul was struggling, his body was firmly embedded by the other party.

Both hot and cold.

So painful, help.

Jian Yang’s feigned bad attitude was crushed into dust by the merciless impact.

Crazy, he’s crazy.

In a strange place, a strange room.

The humiliation he had never experienced in two lifetimes felt like a series of slaps across his face and heart.

So bad.

Why is it so bad.

He had tried so hard, he had calmed Guan Ciyan down, he had left when Guan Ciyan fell in love with Jian Buqing.

Wasn’t that enough?

Did they have to make him die a horrible death?

He was so unlucky in both lifetimes, he didn’t know whether to hate fate or the man behind him.

So tired, so exhausted.

………………

The man behind him was bending his leg so painfully, it felt like it was going to split open, he didn’t know what shape the man wanted to bend him into before he was satisfied.

Guan Ciyan wouldn’t do this to him.

Guan Ciyan would ask him if he was in pain, if he was comfortable. He would hold him and say it wouldn’t hurt after a while, then kiss his cheek and ear.

But Guan Ciyan had someone he liked, he liked Jian Buqing, he wouldn’t make him medicine anymore, he wouldn’t stand up for him anymore, he wouldn’t protect him anymore.

Jian Yang’s heart broke.

His eyes were soaked with moisture.

He was powerless to resist. He was turned into a rotten tomato.

Falling to the ground, dripping juice.

So hard.

So uncomfortable…………………………

He had lived two lifetimes, and he didn’t have anyone to confide in.

Guan Ciyan had protected him briefly, but he left.

So hard.

………………

Jian Yang’s mind was filled with images of Guan Ciyan holding him and comforting him, calling him “baby” and tenderly touching his lips.

Back then, did Guan Ciyan, perhaps, also have feelings for him?

“Sir.”

Calling him that, he felt a little better, as if the familiar man was still behind him.

“Can you have children?” The man’s voice was hoarse, sounding familiar.

Jian Yang’s muddled brain hadn’t reacted yet.

The man suddenly loosened his grip on him, the person fell on top of him, a furry head pressed against his ear, “Can you have children?”

“No, I can’t.” Jian Yang thought he had grasped a lifeline, if the man wanted children, maybe he could be spared.

He used the last bit of strength he had, a familiar side profile magnified before his eyes, Jian Yang’s muscles tensed, his vision blurred.

“Give me a child.”

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