IMPGS Chapter 99

The next day, Jiang Zihe sent a message to Xiao Cheng: [My brother agreed!]

Xiao Cheng: [??]

Jiang Ying agree?

Most likely, he was just deceiving Jiang Zihe.

Xiao Cheng asked: [How did you talk to your brother?]

Jiang Zihe then repeated their conversation to Xiao Cheng. As expected, Jiang Ying hadn’t told Jiang Zihe the truth. That last remark about “no longer targeting the Xiao family” was merely to appease Jiang Zihe.

However, Xiao Cheng didn’t expose the lie. He simply thanked Jiang Zihe and smoothly shifted the conversation to other topics.

The two never discussed the matter again.

Two days before Xiao Cheng returned to school, it happened to be the weekend, and the company was on break. Secretary Chen suggested that a few close acquaintances get together for a small gathering.

After all, for them, they wouldn’t see Xiao Cheng for at least half a year.

Since Xiao Cheng had nothing else to do, he agreed. Luo Jingshu was in the second half of his senior year, drowning in endless assignments and exams. Though it wasn’t much of a problem for him, Xiao Cheng refused to chat with him for long, always urging him to go study.

Luo Jingshu had originally wanted to spend time with Xiao Cheng these past two days, but Xiao Cheng refused.

No need to mention how resentful Luo Jingshu was—Xiao Cheng thoroughly enjoyed his short break.

Secretary Chen and the others chose a hotpot restaurant, and Xiao Cheng proactively offered to treat everyone, telling them to order whatever they liked.

Apart from Secretary Chen, no one else at the table knew Xiao Cheng’s true identity. Seeing this, they couldn’t help but tease him.

“Does this count as using the boss’s money to eat and drink?”

After all, they all assumed Xiao Cheng was Bai Yiheng’s cousin. And Bai Yiheng spoiled Xiao Cheng excessively.

As an older cousin, wouldn’t he give his younger cousin some pocket money?

Xiao Cheng simply smiled without saying anything.

Secretary Chen also chose not to explain.

Hotpot was all about the lively atmosphere. Though these people hadn’t spent much time with Xiao Cheng, they had a good rapport and expressed their reluctance to part ways.

After the meal, it was still early, and someone suggested going to karaoke.

Thus, the group moved to a KTV.

Xiao Cheng ordered some alcohol, but knowing his own low tolerance, he didn’t drink much—just a few sips while sitting to the side.

The private room was probably too warm, and Xiao Cheng started feeling overheated. After telling Secretary Chen, he stepped out, pulling open the door and walking out into the hallway.

As soon as the cool air outside hit him, his flushed face cooled down slightly. He patted his own burning cheeks and headed toward the restroom.

After handling his business, he stood at the sink washing his hands.

Just then, another man entered, standing a bit further away as he unbuckled his belt.

Xiao Cheng paid him no mind, continuing to wash his hands. Then, he glanced at the mirror and noticed that his face still looked too red.

He scooped some cold water into his hands and patted it onto his face. The icy sensation helped cool down his burning cheeks.

It never occurred to him that there might be something wrong with his drink. After all, everyone had been drinking the same thing—who would have any reason to drug him?

He guessed it was just the enclosed space, the air conditioning, and poor ventilation that had made him feel lightheaded.

As Xiao Cheng was doing this, the man beside him also began washing his hands.

Xiao Cheng didn’t pay attention to what the man was doing, but a sudden thought crossed his mind—wasn’t that too fast?

Just a moment ago, he had seen the man unbuckling his belt. How had he finished and come to wash his hands so quickly?

He hadn’t heard the sound of running water earlier either.

Just as this suspicion arose, Xiao Cheng instinctively glanced over.

He failed to notice the changes in the mirror.

At that moment, a hand swiftly reached out from behind and covered his mouth.

Xiao Cheng immediately struggled, but in his panic, he inhaled something strange. His already slightly dizzy head became even heavier, and his body weakened.

The last thing he saw before his vision blurred was the man who had been washing his hands reaching toward him.

Then, Xiao Cheng blacked out.

He didn’t know how long he was unconscious. When he finally came to, the first thing he noticed was an unnatural coldness in his body.

Forcing his heavy eyelids open, his vision blurred for a few seconds before clearing.

A damp, heavy towel covered his face—it must have been what had woken him up.

Xiao Cheng turned his head and saw a man standing by the window, staring at him. Seeing that he was awake, the man’s expression turned satisfied.

“Finally, you’re awake.”

The man was about fifty years old, had a beer belly, and wasn’t very tall. His gaze toward Xiao Cheng was both lecherous and admiring.

“Such a beauty. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Xiao Cheng frowned in discomfort and tried to struggle, only to realize that his hands and feet were bound.

His coat had been removed, leaving him in just a thin sweater. The damp towel on his face explained why he had been woken up by the cold.

The man removed the towel from his face, his eyes scanning Xiao Cheng’s flushed cheeks with growing satisfaction.

“Jiang Ying wasn’t lying. He really did send me a fine gift.”

The moment he spoke, he exposed Jiang Ying’s involvement.

Xiao Cheng clenched his jaw, filled with utter hatred toward that bastard.

Jiang Ying, that scumbag.

Just because he couldn’t get hard, he had sent him to someone else’s bed!

Xiao Cheng recalled that there seemed to be a similar scene in the original novel. However, in that version, the scumbag gong had deliberately sent the cheap shou over to please his business partner.

Could it be this person?

But that didn’t matter now. What Xiao Cheng needed to think about was how to escape.

The man, seeing that Xiao Cheng wasn’t speaking, reached out again, seemingly wanting to touch his face.

At the same time, he kept muttering:

“I told you, what’s the fun in someone who doesn’t move?”

“Being awake is better.”

“Just look at this little beauty, so lively and enticing—far more interesting than being unconscious.”

Xiao Cheng immediately felt nauseated, almost to the point of retching. He wished he could kick the man away.

However, he merely tilted his head to avoid the man’s touch. His soft, full lips parted slightly. “It hurts…”

That single phrase, spoken in a breathy, coquettish tone, made the man even more excited—his eyes practically glowing.

“Where does it hurt?”

Xiao Cheng twisted his wrist slightly and blinked pitifully. “Why did you tie me up?”

The man’s eyes nearly glazed over as he glanced at Xiao Cheng’s ankles. “Isn’t it obvious? To keep you from running.”

From the man’s earlier words, Xiao Cheng guessed that this person might not particularly enjoy passive partners. Perhaps he preferred those who were more proactive.

So, Xiao Cheng furrowed his brows slightly and bit his lip. “But I’m already like this—completely weak. How could I possibly run away?”

That made sense.

The man’s gaze kept drifting toward Xiao Cheng’s lips, now glistening from moisture. He swallowed hard.

“You really won’t run?”

Xiao Cheng figured that Jiang Ying probably hadn’t told this man his true identity. Otherwise, given the current state of affairs between their two families, there was no way this man would dare treat him like this.

He had likely assumed that Xiao Cheng was just one of Jiang Ying’s little lovers.

Xiao Cheng secretly pinched himself, making his eyes instantly redden. Suppressing his disgust, he softened his voice. “If I ran, would Mr. Jiang let me go?”

That made sense too.

The man believed him.

In fact, he wasn’t particularly fond of tying people up, but Jiang Ying had warned him that this little beauty was rather fiery and advised him not to untie the ropes.

But just like the beauty said—since Jiang Ying had sent him here, how could he possibly run away?

Wouldn’t that mean offending Jiang Ying?

And besides, the flushed little beauty kept whining at him, complaining that his wrists and ankles hurt. The man hesitated.

How fiery could he really be?

Besides, in his current drugged state, he probably didn’t even have the strength to stand.

And with guards posted outside, even if he wanted to run, he wouldn’t get far.

Following his own desires, the man untied the ropes around Xiao Cheng’s ankles.

Xiao Cheng suppressed the urge to kick him immediately. Instead, he propped himself up and sat up straight, his toes lightly brushing against the man’s calf in a teasing manner—not painful, just suggestive.

“My wrists too.”

The man was completely bewitched. He had seen many beauties before, but somehow, Xiao Cheng had him wrapped around his finger.

This person fit his exact aesthetic preference—every movement exuding an indescribable allure. Especially when he acted coquettishly, the man only wanted to grant him every wish.

Jiang Ying had really sent him a treasure.

As the man considered the idea of asking Jiang Ying for this beauty as his own, he absentmindedly untied the ropes around Xiao Cheng’s wrists. Just as he was about to pull the little beauty into his arms—

Xiao Cheng kicked him away.

The person who had just been seducing him with their toes now had a face as cold as ice. Without any mercy, Xiao Cheng had landed a direct hit on the man’s most vulnerable area.

The man immediately collapsed, clutching his lower body in silent agony. His mouth gaped wide, but he couldn’t make a single sound.

Xiao Cheng stood up, still feeling weak, and searched the room. He quickly grabbed a towel, shoved it into the man’s mouth, and swiftly tied him up with the same ropes.

In an instant, their positions had reversed.

Still unsatisfied, Xiao Cheng punched him twice.

The man curled up, his face filled with tears as he shook his head, his expression a picture of pain.

Xiao Cheng grabbed him by the collar, breathing heavily as he issued a warning.

“Remember whose fault this is—it’s all Jiang Ying’s fault. If he hadn’t dared to have me kidnapped, you wouldn’t be suffering right now.”

“Understand?”

“I’m not his lover—I’m his goddamn father!”

“He dared to tie me up? I can’t hit him right now, so I can only hit you. Got it?!”

The man frantically nodded, his body trembling violently. He seemed terrified that Xiao Cheng would land another kick—if that happened, he might be permanently ruined.

To him, maybe he had done nothing wrong.

He had only accepted a beauty that his business partner had sent over, yet now he had been beaten up and almost crippled.

Xiao Cheng wanted him to understand that everything he was suffering was because of Jiang Ying.

The two punches earlier had already used up the last of Xiao Cheng’s strength.

It was likely that, after he had lost consciousness, they had injected something else into his system.

His body felt oddly weak, though it was different from the last time he had been drugged.

Xiao Cheng couldn’t find his own phone, so he fished out the man’s phone instead. He held it up to the man’s face. “Password.”

The man had been trembling just moments ago, seemingly terrified of being hit again. But when he realized Xiao Cheng only wanted the phone, he visibly relaxed.

He let out a muffled sound, unable to speak properly with the towel still in his mouth.

Xiao Cheng warned, “If you dare scream, I’ll crush your junk immediately. Let’s see who’s faster—you calling for help or me kicking you.”

He guessed there were guards outside the door.

Sure enough, when the man heard the word “guards,” he didn’t look surprised. Instead, he nodded furiously.

Xiao Cheng yanked the towel from his mouth. The man gasped for breath before hurriedly blurting out the password. Immediately after, Xiao Cheng stuffed the towel back in.

Luckily, he still remembered Bai Yiheng’s phone number.

At this moment, he could only call Bai Yiheng.

Luo Jingshu was all the way in City S. Even if he rushed over at top speed, it would take at least two hours.

The phone rang a few times before connecting.

Xiao Cheng let out a breath of relief. He had called Bai Yiheng’s private number—very few people knew it. Even though the incoming number was unfamiliar, Bai Yiheng would definitely answer.

“Hello, who is this?”

A deep voice came through the speaker.

Leaning against the bed, Xiao Cheng felt a rare sense of relief upon hearing it.

“Mr. Bai, it’s me—Xiao Cheng.”

“Xiao Cheng?”

Why was Xiao Cheng calling from someone else’s phone?

Bai Yiheng hesitated only for two seconds before asking urgently, “Where are you? What happened?”

His voice had become noticeably tense, unable to hide his concern.

Xiao Cheng’s mind was still clear enough to recount everything that had happened.

“Can you figure out where you are? Any landmarks nearby?”

Xiao Cheng thought for a moment, then kicked the man beside him and yanked the towel from his mouth. “Where is this?”

Bai Yiheng, hearing his tone, realized he wasn’t just repeating the question. His expression darkened.

Someone else was with Xiao Cheng.

Were they a threat?

The man mumbled at first, his speech unclear. Xiao Cheng switched to speakerphone. “Say it again.”

After a few attempts, Bai Yiheng finally understood.

“I’m on my way.”

Xiao Cheng heard the sound of a car starting.

Listening to the hurried footsteps earlier had already eased his fear.

Knowing that someone was coming to save him, Xiao Cheng could finally relax for a moment.

His head throbbed even more. He forced himself to stay awake.

In his drowsiness, Xiao Cheng felt like he had forgotten something important.