The most seductive term Xiao Cheng had ever heard was “brother.”
Though he always had a sharp tongue and acted like he was brimming with experience, deep down, he was unexpectedly pure-hearted.
But this “husband” was on an entirely different level. The impact was immense—Xiao Cheng’s face turned progressively red, and by the end, even his earlobes were flushed.
Moments ago, he had felt frozen stiff in the cold; now, he was sweating and so overheated it felt like he was about to burst into flames. His heart pounded faster and faster in his chest, thundering as if it might jump out.
Even Bai Yiheng was stunned and needed a while to recover.
Meanwhile, the instigator, Luo Jingshu, remained completely unfazed. His face didn’t redden even slightly. He even had the audacity to lean in and peck Xiao Cheng on the cheek with a loud “muah.”
The sound pulled Xiao Cheng back to reality. His face was now as red as a ripe tomato, his eyes misted over with unshed tears, and his features carried an alluring trace of bashful affection.
“You…why…”
Why did Luo Jingshu suddenly call him husband?!
Could jealousy really provoke such a reaction?
Xiao Cheng quickly glanced at Bai Yiheng, only to find the man wearing a complicated expression, clearly on the verge of saying something but holding back.
Bai Yiheng must’ve misunderstood.
Xiao Cheng was about to explain, but then he thought better of it—he wasn’t losing out here.
After all, being the shou in a relationship wasn’t shameful. But honestly, who wouldn’t prefer to be the dominant gong?
Xiao Cheng had always seen himself as the gong. If not for Luo Jingshu’s pitiful, teary-eyed pleas, he might never have caved and let Luo Jingshu take the lead.
That’s right—he could own this title of “husband.”
Luo Jingshu had already gotten his way in bed. Couldn’t Xiao Cheng at least enjoy a bit of verbal superiority?
Xiao Cheng’s gaze grew resolute. Straightening his back, he let Luo Jingshu cling to his arm and smiled politely at Bai Yiheng. “Mr. Bai, let’s chat another time. I’ve got something to take care of. Goodbye.”
Bai Yiheng, still questioning reality, merely nodded and said goodbye politely. But his eyes followed Xiao Cheng and Luo Jingshu as they walked off arm in arm, filled with a mix of emotions.
As the initial shock wore off, Bai Yiheng started to piece things together. This had to be one of Luo Jingshu’s schemes—to make him believe he and Xiao Cheng were incompatible so he’d give up.
The thought amused Bai Yiheng—it was such a typical Luo Jingshu move.
Still, a tiny seed of doubt remained in his heart.
What if it was true?
After all, appearances could be deceiving.
Meanwhile, Xiao Cheng and Luo Jingshu had already made their way downstairs.
Xiao Cheng was slowly snapping out of the daze caused by that “Husband” and asked in a low voice, “Why did you call me that in front of Mr. Bai?”
His tone wasn’t angry; it carried a hint of excitement and shyness, almost like he was flirting. It made Luo Jingshu’s heart itch.
“You didn’t like it?”
Before Xiao Cheng could respond, Luo Jingshu lowered his voice and murmured, “Husband.”
Ahhhhh!
There it was again!
Xiao Cheng’s face turned beet red, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he stared at Luo Jingshu, too stunned to speak.
Luo Jingshu reached out, wrapped an arm around Xiao Cheng’s waist, and pulled him closer.
“You like it that much?”
All it took was two “hubbies,” and Xiao Cheng was already reacting so strongly.
A mischievous idea crept into Luo Jingshu’s mind—if he called Xiao Cheng that during more intimate moments, wouldn’t Xiao Cheng completely melt into his arms?
The thought filled Luo Jingshu with anticipation. Perhaps he’d try it next time.
Xiao Cheng did like it. Maybe his body retained some lingering memories because as soon as Luo Jingshu tightened his hold on his waist, Xiao Cheng felt his legs go weak.
Luo Jingshu helped Xiao Cheng into the car and raised the partition.
“Brother Cheng, your face is so red.”
Luo Jingshu, knowing full well why Xiao Cheng was blushing, pretended to be amazed, as if witnessing a rare phenomenon.
Xiao Cheng was easily flustered, and a few words from Luo Jingshu could turn him red. But Xiao Cheng always denied it, using a harsh tone to cover his embarrassment.
Just like now, Xiao Cheng glared at Luo Jingshu. “None of your business!”
Unbeknownst to him, his watery eyes and soft demeanor were utterly devoid of intimidation. He looked more like a kitten trying to scare someone with its tiny paws—easy to overpower and pin down.
“Husband’s so fierce.”
Luo Jingshu held back a laugh, but his amusement still sparkled in his eyes and curled his lips into a smile.
He pushed Xiao Cheng to the brink of combustion but maintained a pitiful facade as if he were the one being bullied.
It was impossible to tell who was tormenting whom.
Xiao Cheng clapped a hand over Luo Jingshu’s mouth, warning him, “Don’t call me that in public again!”
The mere sound of those two syllables was too much.
How could something so simple have such an overwhelming impact?
Luo Jingshu grasped Xiao Cheng’s hand—the one wearing a ring—and intertwined their fingers. His smile brimmed with happiness, radiating through his expression.
“Then can I call you that…in bed?”
Luo Jingshu was as shameless as ever, and Xiao Cheng knew he was no match for him in this department. When it came to suggestive talk, he could never outdo Luo Jingshu.
He chose silence, but Luo Jingshu wasn’t about to let him off the hook.
“Brother Cheng, when’s the next time we’ll… ‘have meat’?”
Xiao Cheng froze. Have meat?
The realization hit him like a lightning bolt, and he kicked Luo Jingshu’s leg. “Can’t you have some decency?”
Discussing this kind of thing in broad daylight—utterly shameless.
Luo Jingshu maintained an innocent expression. “You can’t let me taste meat and then force me to go vegetarian. That’s unreasonable.”
He had already savored the flavor. How could he possibly hold back now?
Xiao Cheng didn’t want to answer him, but Luo Jingshu refused to quiet down, rambling persistently in his ear.
Unable to deal with it any longer, Xiao Cheng begrudgingly replied, “Next time.”
In truth, he was curious himself. Since he didn’t recall much from before, he thought it might be worth experiencing again. However, some restraint was necessary—at least until his sore waist had recovered.
“When is next time?” Luo Jingshu asked eagerly.
Xiao Cheng’s face burned even hotter, and he mumbled, “Whenever I feel like it.”
Luo Jingshu instantly put on a pitiful expression. “Why do I feel like I’m just a free tool to you?”
Xiao Cheng rolled his eyes. “Take it or leave it.”
Realizing he might push too far, Luo Jingshu immediately shut his mouth. Angering Xiao Cheng could mean no next time at all.
While the two were bantering lovingly, Jiang Ying’s days were anything but smooth.
Something was wrong with him—he couldn’t get hard!
No one would believe it if he said it out loud. Jiang Ying was notorious in certain circles as a dominant gong. Despite his reputation as a scumbag, people still threw themselves at him.
In the past, he rarely rejected advances. If someone caught his eye, he’d take them to bed. Many scorned him as a scumbag, but hardly anyone criticized his prowess.
Jiang Ying prided himself on his abilities.
Who could have imagined that one day, he’d fail to get hard?
Jiang Ying didn’t even know who had done this to him.
Because two major company projects were progressing smoothly, Jiang Ying had been in high spirits and let loose over the New Year. He indulged in some wild group sex but didn’t keep track of the faces in the crowd.
It wasn’t until he discovered he couldn’t get hard that he was utterly devastated.
His first reaction was to investigate everyone who had been involved. Yet, fearing exposure, he dared not probe too aggressively, worried someone might notice his predicament.
He suspected one of the additional participants who joined later might have tampered with him.
Jiang Ying was furious, wanting nothing more than to rip the culprit apart. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t uncover the truth. The stress left his face covered in acne, and his mouth broke out in sores.
Even visits to the hospital had to be carried out in secret, lest anyone find out he was seeing a urologist.
Jiang Ying had no idea that Xiao Cheng and Luo Jingshu had spotted him.
He rushed home, still simmering with rage.
Jiang Zihe, his younger brother, was lounging on the sofa playing a game. Jiang Ying approached him, suppressing his irritation. “Zihe, have you been in touch with Xiao Cheng lately?”
Yes, Jiang Ying suspected Xiao Cheng.
Though he had offended many people, few could devise such a clever method of revenge. Xiao Cheng was a likely suspect, especially given their past conflict.
Another possibility was Luo Jingshu.
Although Luo Jingshu had no direct power, he was cunning. It wasn’t impossible for him to orchestrate something like this after ending their partnership.
These two were the prime suspects.
Jiang Ying had once added Xiao Cheng on WeChat, only to be deleted shortly after.
Thus, he had no idea that Xiao Cheng and Luo Jingshu had already reconciled.
Jiang Zihe shifted his attention from his phone to his brother’s face, noticing the anger simmering beneath his expression.
Mentioning Xiao Cheng didn’t seem to put Jiang Ying in a good mood.
Recalling a photo of Luo Jingshu he had seen in Jiang Ying’s study, Jiang Zihe couldn’t help but think the worst.
Could his brother really be trying to steal Xiao Cheng’s boyfriend?
“We’ve talked a bit,” Jiang Zihe said nonchalantly.
Jiang Ying’s face darkened. “What did you talk about?”
Could Xiao Cheng really be two-timing, deceiving his brother while targeting him?
Jiang Zihe decided to throw a curveball to shatter Jiang Ying’s delusions.
“Nothing much. We just talked about his boyfriend.”
Jiang Ying frowned. “Who?”
A face popped into his mind.
The next moment, Jiang Zihe confidently replied, “Luo Jingshu.”
“They’re in a great relationship. Although they broke up for a while, they recently got back together.”
Jiang Zihe went all out, painting Xiao Cheng and Luo Jingshu as the perfect couple. While he didn’t know the details of their relationship, he remembered how devoted Xiao Cheng had been while courting Luo Jingshu.
If they were that close in the early stages, they’d only be more inseparable now.
Jiang Ying grew angrier with every word. Already in a foul mood over his condition, seeing anyone happy and in love made him boil with envy. And it was these two he despised most.
“When did they get back together?”
The mere mention of Luo Jingshu made Jiang Ying feel as though his bones ached again.
The only time he had been utterly humiliated was because of Luo Jingshu.
Jiang Zihe pondered for a moment. Telling the truth might leave Jiang Ying with lingering hopes.
He vaguely said, “During the New Year.”
After all, nothing could tear those two apart. Jiang Ying might as well give up on Luo Jingshu.
Jiang Ying’s eyes narrowed. “Zihe, since you’re good friends with Xiao Cheng, make sure to spend more time with him.”
The words sounded normal, but coming from Jiang Ying, they felt off.
Jiang Zihe scrutinized his brother’s expression before leaning closer to sniff him.
Jiang Ying jumped back, startled.
“What are you doing?”
Even Jiang Zihe realized his actions were odd, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about Jiang Ying’s scent.
“Why do you smell like a hospital?”
“Did you go to the hospital?”
Jiang Ying froze, his body stiffening.
