Jian Yang closed his eyes and fainted.

His consciousness drifted, he saw many scenes of him with Guan Ciyan, on the island, the sunset falling on them. Guan Ciyan gently, smiling, stroked his head.

In the underwater scene of the film set, Guan Ciyan’s face swam towards him through the light beam.

In bed, Guan Ciyan held him close, his solid chest against him, massaging his sore legs, asking him, “Baby, do you want to try a different position next time?”

He couldn’t stand it when Guan Ciyan called him baby, he always said it was too mushy, scary. Actually, every time Guan Ciyan called him that, his heart would beat uncontrollably.

It was too intimate, no one had ever called him that.

Especially Guan Ciyan, Guan Ciyan used to only scold him, call him an idiot. Later, every time he called him baby, it was to accommodate him.

Guan Ciyan fulfilled all his requests, healed his wounds. Physically and mentally.

“Ah—” Jian Yang woke up in pain.

The pain was obvious, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Guan Ciyan would never hurt him like that.

“It hurts…” Jian Yang called weakly, “Sir.”

If only it was Guan Ciyan, could Guan Ciyan come and save him.

“Sir… save me.” Tears welled up in Jian Yang’s eyes.

He missed Guan Ciyan so much, he wanted to be held by him.

“He can’t save you either.” Guan Ciyan wrapped his arms around Jian Yang from behind, biting Jian Yang’s shoulder.

The taste of blood lingered on his tongue.

His heart, which had been empty and adrift for so long, finally clung to a piece of driftwood.

Jian Yang was in pain all over, hearing Guan Ciyan’s voice, his heart started to ache.

The memories before he passed out became clear.

The person who was pressing down on him and abusing him was Guan Ciyan.

He longed to see him, hoping that he could save and protect him.

“Jian Yang, give me a child.”

Guan Ciyan let himself go, the selfish and violent genes of the Guan family in his bones were growing wildly.

Jian Yang couldn’t escape, his father had used him to tie his mother down, he could tie Jian Yang down in the same way.

“I, can’t have children.” Jian Yang’s heart was ashen, he didn’t have the strength to struggle, “Ugh… Guan….”

His body was also out of control, his inside and outside became powerless, he accepted Guan Ciyan’s entry without limit, no matter how deep.

“Sigh.” He heard Guan Ciyan sigh.

Then he was put into another shape, making it easier for him to accept Guan Ciyan’s violence.

“It’s possible.” Guan Ciyan’s voice was low and hoarse, “There will be a way.”

Jian Yang buried his head in the pillow and let out a muffled groan, “Why… why… I’ve already left….”

“Impossible.” Guan Ciyan went all the way in.

The words “left” burned a hole in his nerves, “You can’t leave.”

Jian Yang turned his head to look at Guan Ciyan, his eyes wide.

He thought Guan Ciyan just couldn’t accept his initiative to leave, he didn’t feel the taste of being in control. He thought, just endure this once.

“You want me… to be your, lover.”

Guan Ciyan remained silent.

Jian Yang’s mental world was shattered.

He always thought Guan Ciyan wasn’t a bad person. He liked Jian Buqing so he liked her, he could step aside. Now Guan Ciyan actually wanted… to make him a mistress.

He always defined himself as Guan Ciyan’s lover, but he knew in his heart that Guan Ciyan was clean inside, and his body was also clean.

They were inseparable, they were willing.

It didn’t violate morality, there was no one who was sorry to anyone.

Now…..

Guan Ciyan wanted him to be a mistress he couldn’t see the light of day.

Jian Yang suddenly burst into tears, “No, please, Guan Ciyan please, I don’t want to.”

“Let me go.”

“Let me go, I won’t say anything.”

“I’ll give you everything back, I’ll give you back the money you gave me, I’ll give you everything back.”

“Please.”

Jian Yang cried miserably, while Guan Ciyan was even more ruthless.

How could they possibly let Jian Yang leave? Did he really want to go that badly?

He didn’t even want the money.

He had always calculated his daily wage of 180 yuan down to the last cent, but now, just to get away from Guan Ciyan, he was willing to give it all up.

“Have a child,” Guan Ciyan said, utterly deranged, holding Jian Yang’s body. “There will be a way.”

Jian Yang passed out again from exhaustion.

He didn’t know how many days he had been locked up. Guan Ciyan was relentless, like a piling machine. Occasionally, hotel room service delivered food, and Guan Ciyan personally fed him some.

Then it continued.

Again and again.

Sometimes, when he woke up from his dazed sleep, he saw that Guan Ciyan was also resting. They were like twin flowers, growing from the same root.

Competing for space to grow.

Later, Jian Yang begged in tears, crying out in pain. “Enough… I’m going to die.”

“It hurts, Guan Ciyan, it hurts so much.”

It turned out that, before, he had never truly let Guan Ciyan indulge himself.

Even when he went to the bathroom, Guan Ciyan watched him.

The room was filled with a heavy scent. The tie, repeatedly used, was damp enough to be wrung out.

In his half-conscious state, he felt himself being lifted and wrapped in dry, clean blankets.

When he woke up again, he was in a familiar room.

An oversized TV, star-shaped lights, a wall full of wardrobes, and the incense scent he liked.

Nothing seemed to have changed.

Guan Ciyan was there too.

His fingertips glided over Jian Yang’s chest, tracing his lean muscles.

When he first took Jian Yang in, his ribs were only covered by a thin layer of skin, pitifully thin.

Now, every inch of muscle, every bit of smooth skin—he had painstakingly nurtured. How could they not belong to him?

“What do you mean by this, Guan Ciyan?” Jian Yang’s voice was hoarse, like a robot speaking.

Guan Ciyan lifted a glass of water from the bedside and brought it to his lips. Jian Yang instinctively drank, then froze.

They had been too intimate for too long.

So, was Guan Ciyan simply used to having him around? Is that why he came back for him?

Jian Yang’s body was exhausted and sore. He struggled to get up and pulled a set of clothes from the wardrobe.

It should have been a humiliating, painful act, but because his body was so familiar with this room, it felt like a daily routine.

He opened the door and went downstairs. Zhang Bo was nowhere to be seen, but two bodyguards stood at the entrance like bears.

“Young Master, Chairman Guan has instructed you to rest at home.”

Jian Yang lowered his eyes, staring at the hands blocking his chest in disbelief. He turned back.

Guan Ciyan stood on the second-floor staircase, silently allowing all of this to happen.

“You’re insane.”

Guan Ciyan didn’t respond.

Jian Yang felt a chill spreading from his chest to his entire body.

The plot, in the end, could not be avoided.

It seemed he was really going to die.

His efforts to change his fate had only turned Guan Ciyan’s torment from pure suffering into something inflicted in bed.

Jian Yang sat on the floor in a daze, hugging his knees. For a moment, he even thought of ending his own life—at least it would save him from prolonged suffering.

Becoming the counterpoint to Jian Buqing.

But he couldn’t do it.

He cherished life.

He had worked so hard to film a movie—he really didn’t want to die.

His usual optimism, the attitude of “might as well just accept it,” no longer worked. Tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his face.

Guan Ciyan wiped them away.

“I… still have work to do,” Jian Yang murmured.

Guan Ciyan kissed his forehead and left the villa.

During their absurd days together, the rest of the Guan Corporation had fallen into chaos. Several projects had lost bids, luxury brands that had agreed to move into the department store were hesitating due to organizational upheaval. Some were even considering backing out.

The old man ordered Guan Ciyan to return home.

This time, Guan Ciyan obediently complied, leaving the company matters alone. He only retained his position as the owner of Fuyu Sanctuary and handled business dealings with other companies on a strictly transactional basis.

Guan Jingyu, now the top executive, was struggling even more.

Seeing his unkempt hair after three days without washing, Guan Ciyan only thought—how could Jian Yang have ever liked someone like this?

Jian Yang lay in his room for an entire day, drifting in and out of sleep, regaining some strength.

A new housekeeper called him downstairs for dinner.

The whole afternoon had passed, and Zhang Bo was still nowhere to be seen.

Guan Ciyan was determined to keep him locked up—he had even removed Zhang Bo and replaced him with a stranger.

Xia Tian and Xiao Taiyang circled around his feet. Especially Xiao Taiyang, who hadn’t seen him in a long time and was unusually clingy.

Normally fierce, its paws were now retracted, demanding to be held. Its belly was exposed carelessly.

It was no longer the scrawny little kitten Jian Yang had picked up.

Now, it was so big that holding it made Jian Yang’s arms sore.

There was also Xia Tian, who insisted on being petted by Jian Yang. If he didn’t pet him, the dog would whimper and bark.

When Guan Ciyan returned, he saw Jian Yang being completely entangled by a cat and a dog. His face showed impatience, but his hands carefully stroked Xia Tian’s fur.

The moment Jian Yang saw him, his expression instantly turned cold. He placed Xiao Taiyang on the sofa and quickly walked upstairs.

Bang—

The bedroom door locked.

Guan Ciyan unlocked it with a key.

The whole process took less than a minute.

Jian Yang’s eyes widened in shock as he saw Guan Ciyan enter.

Guan Ciyan acted as if he didn’t notice. He was exhausted and fed up with the Guan family. He walked over and embraced Jian Yang, inhaling his scent.

Jian Yang no longer smiled sweetly and called him “Sir” like he used to.

But that was fine. At least Jian Yang was still by his side.

“Aren’t you afraid of making the person you love angry?”

In the original story, Guan Ciyan had remained loyal to Jian Buqing until the very end. Jian Yang deliberately said this, hoping Guan Ciyan would let him go.

But Guan Ciyan, like a madman, asked again, “Give me a child.”

Jian Yang closed his eyes in despair.

Guan Ciyan followed through with his words, going deep, as if that would somehow make Jian Yang conceive.

Fortunately, it only happened once that night. Jian Yang couldn’t handle such intensity. As soon as it was over, he fell asleep.

The next morning, the housekeeper prepared the meals again. The dining table was filled with light, bland food. The housekeeper glanced at him with an unreadable expression—like a nosy village woman watching a scandal unfold.

Jian Yang felt a surge of anger. He grabbed a plate and smashed it onto the floor.

“Oh my, Young Master, what are you doing?” The housekeeper reached out to grab him.

Her thick fingers clamped onto his wrist.

Jian Yang gritted his teeth. Was he someone anyone could just bully?

He yanked his arm away, sending soup bowls, dishes, and rice crashing onto the floor.

“Get out. Get out!”

“Such disgraceful behavior.”

The housekeeper squatted down to clean up, muttering under her breath, subtly accusing him of being ungrateful.

Jian Yang held back his fury and dashed toward the front door. He was leaving today.

He rushed forward at full speed. The bodyguards reacted quickly, blocking him, and the force of impact sent Jian Yang falling to the ground.

Pain shot through his backside, and tears welled up in his eyes from the sheer physical shock.

Everyone could humiliate him.

What kind of wretched fate was this?

Clutching his aching lower back, Jian Yang returned to his room. He had barely lain down for an hour when the sound of the front door opening echoed downstairs.

—Guan Ciyan was back.