Chi Han opened his eyes, and an unfamiliar ceiling came into view.
He instinctively turned his head to look. On the huge bed, he was the only one there. The bedsheets were neatly spread, and a thick blanket was draped horizontally over him, covering from his lower abdomen down to his thighs.
The room’s heater was turned up high, so he didn’t feel cold at all.
“Rong Xu?”
Chi Han moved his sore, weak legs and tried to sit up with a little flop, but didn’t manage it.
He remembered that last night, after Rong Xu saw that message, he didn’t say a word. He just dealt with him on the spot, fierce as hell, though thankfully, he didn’t really get hurt.
Chi Han’s stomach let out a rumble. He smacked his lips, his mind involuntarily flashing through all kinds of delicious food.
Last night, he’d only had a few pieces of little cake, then got tormented all night long. He hadn’t felt it while asleep, but now that he was awake, his stomach felt painfully empty.
“Where did Rong Xu go…”
Having gotten used to Rong Xu’s careful care, Chi Han dawdled for a long while and, seeing that no one was coming to check on him, finally gave up and decided to get out of bed to find food.
But the moment he moved his hand, he frowned. “?”
On his slender wrist was a circle of silk cloth. Judging by the look, it seemed to be a table napkin.
Chi Han stiffly propped himself up and then realized that his wrists and ankles were all tied up. The broad silk cloth was about half a palm wide. One end was tied around him, the other ends secured to the bedposts at the head and foot of the bed, leaving him just enough room to half sit up, but basically no freedom to move.
Chi Han: “……”
Don’t tell him… he’d transmigrated into some forced-love novel again?!
After a moment of panic, Chi Han gradually calmed down.
Looking more closely, this was still their villa—only this room was a guest room. Although it was cleaned regularly, he had never slept here before, which was why it felt unfamiliar.
Once he confirmed he hadn’t transmigrated into another book, Chi Han relaxed a lot. He tugged at the silk cloth by his right hand and closed his eyes.
So Rong Xu really had secretly read those domineering CEO novels.
Even the little dark room trick, he’d quietly learned it.
Chi Han leaned back against the headboard. Both his hands could only rest at his sides; he couldn’t even bring them together.
He looked at the red bite mark on the inside of his calf. Add to that the tied-up ankles… it really did have that old-school forced-love novel vibe.
Chi Han couldn’t help but feel his ears turn red.
But just then, his stomach gave an ill-timed rumble again. He craned his neck to peek toward the door and called out tentatively:
“Rong Xu?”
Outside the room was completely quiet, no sign at all that anyone was about to open the door.
Chi Han had been spoiled so thoroughly by Rong Xu lately that he’d long since become unbearably pampered and bold. So he immediately started calling out over and over: “Rong Xu Rong Xu Rong Xu Rong Xu Rong Xu Rong Xu!!!”
A few seconds later, the door was slowly pushed open. Rong Xu stood at the doorway, expressionless, holding something in his hands.
Chi Han instinctively shrank his neck back and gave a sheepish grin. “I’m hungry.”
As he spoke, he twitched his nose. The rich aroma made it easy to guess what was in the bowl.
It was black-bone chicken congee!
His cheeks tingled. Chi Han unconsciously swallowed, eyes fixed intently on the bowl and plate in Rong Xu’s hands.
When you’re not hungry, you don’t know how good food smells.
Rong Xu locked the door behind him, set the tray down on the small table by the bed, picked up a spoon, and stirred the congee. As the steam rose, the fragrance spread, making it even harder to resist.
When Chi Han reached his hand out, Rong Xu brushed it aside. He lifted the bowl, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and brought it to Chi Han’s lips—clearly planning to feed him one spoonful at a time.
Chi Han was already starving. He opened his mouth and swallowed it down right away. Only after drinking nearly half the bowl did he finally feel his stomach settle a little.
He reached out to hold Rong Xu’s hand that was holding the bowl, gave him a fawning smile, and said, “Rong Xu, say something, will you? Still mad?”
Rong Xu set the spoon back in the bowl, then suddenly lowered his gaze, leaned in close, and flicked his tongue over Chi Han’s lips, licking away a stray grain of rice. In his ink-dark eyes, there was nothing to be seen, just a deep, unreadable black.
Not until the whole bowl of congee and the side dish were completely fed to him did Rong Xu finally put the bowl down, pulling over a wet wipe to clean his fingertips.
He looked Chi Han up and down, then suddenly planted one knee on the bed and started undoing the buttons at his collar.
“Full now? Then let’s continue.”
Chi Han: “???”
He grabbed Rong Xu’s hand that was pressing down on his shoulder and said sincerely, “Wait! Doing vigorous exercise right after eating can cause your stomach to sag! Let’s wait a bit, wait a bit.”
Rong Xu: “……”
He planted both knees on either side of Chi Han’s waist, lifted his hands, pulled his belt out, and tossed it onto the carpet. The gaze looking down at him was cold and sharp.
“Then find another way to make me happy.”
Chi Han held it in. Then held it in again. But in the end, he just couldn’t hold it in anymore.
He raised his hand, pinched Rong Xu’s thigh, and gritted his teeth. “How much of that CEO novel did you read? Did you finish the whole thing?”
Rong Xu: “…………”
His lashes trembled slightly. He pressed his lips together and didn’t answer.
In truth, even the extras were…
Before Chi Han could say more, Rong Xu decisively reached out, wrapped the silk cloth around the bedpost a few more times, then bent down and pressed him down.
A few minutes later, Chi Han couldn’t help arching up but was pulled right back by the silk ties. His arms were stretched straight, unable to hold onto anything. His fingertips clutched the fabric so tightly they turned white.
The corners of his eyes were red, a tear forced out by the pressure, but he could do nothing—just endure it helplessly.
The feeling was enough to drive a person mad.
Chi Han couldn’t stand it anymore. He sobbed and called Rong Xu’s name.
“Kiss me.”
…
By the time he was finally let off, Chi Han lay slumped against the headboard, completely drained. He trembled all over, his skin flushed red.
Rong Xu lowered his head, kissing along his shoulder, then down to his delicate, wing-like shoulder blades, gently nipping at them.
“I can’t… I really don’t have any strength left…”
Chi Han blinked his eyelashes, which were stuck together with tears. He sniffled and spoke hoarsely.
“Don’t be mad anymore. I really didn’t do it on purpose. Didn’t I say it already? Xu Ting mistook me for you.”
The moment the words left his mouth, Chi Han felt his shoulder get bitten hard, then warm lips and tongue came to soothe the spot, like a beast about to feast, deciding where to sink its teeth first.
Chi Han immediately shut his mouth.
“You two were messaging every day,” Rong Xu’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone carrying a dangerous edge. “And after I fell asleep, too.”
Chi Han felt something stir along the inside of his thigh again. His expression tensed, and he instantly admitted his fault. “I was wrong, I really was wrong. I won’t dare again.”
Rong Xu covered his back with his body, lifted a hand to untie the silk from his wrists, then gently kneaded the red marks left behind. With his other hand, he picked up a phone.
Chi Han took one look and felt a massive headache. His entire chat history with Xu Ting had been copied, word for word, into a folder.
“From now on, you’re not allowed to talk to him. I’ve handed the rest over to my assistant.”
Rong Xu casually tossed the phone off the bed, then gripped Chi Han’s waist, flipping him over with a forceful tug and straddling his belly.
His brows lifted slightly, his gaze dark and deep. The hand clamped on his waist burned hot.
“From now on, all you have to do is keep me happy.”
Chi Han lay weakly against Rong Xu’s chest, but before he could say anything, he was dragged back into that consuming heat.
Rong Xu really did learn from that novel. He’d said he wouldn’t let him touch the ground for three days, and he truly didn’t let him set foot on the floor for three whole days.
…
Xu Ting had no idea that the person behind the account had already been switched out. After waiting anxiously for two whole days, he finally got a reply. Even though it was just a vague, non-committal answer, it was enough to soothe his wounded heart.
The assistant, while calming Xu Ting’s emotions on one hand, was also drafting a note on the other, ready to ask the boss for a raise.
These days, if you can’t juggle multiple roles at once, you don’t even deserve to be called a worker!
