This clumsy charade left Fu Tingchuan deeply irked. Ignoring Bai Tang’s pleadings and attempts to stop him, he stubbornly continued pulling Jiang Luoluo along.
They left Bai Manor behind.
Throwing Bai Tang’s anger and resentment out of mind, Jiang Luoluo sat in the back seat of the car. With a soft cushion under his butt, Fu Tingchuan was feeding him water.
“Does your throat still hurt?”
Fu Tingchuan wiped away the droplets at the corner of his mouth and asked gently, “I could tell your voice was hoarse this morning.”
Jiang Luoluo shook his head.
“Then how’s your back? Is it sore or uncomfortable? Would you like me to massage it for you?”
Jiang Luoluo shook his head again, realizing why Fu Tingchuan always supported his waist whenever they moved together.
But the one who caused all this wasn’t the Fu Tingchuan before him now. Facing Fu Tingchuan’s current attentive care, Jiang Luoluo felt a bit guilty.
Suddenly, Jiang Luoluo’s body felt lighter. With a surprised yelp, he found himself lifted onto Fu Tingchuan’s lap.
Fu Tingchuan placed his hand on Jiang Luoluo’s waist, looking concerned. “Does this spot hurt?”
As he spoke, he reached for some padding to cushion the injury.
Jiang Luoluo hurriedly stopped him. “No, it doesn’t hurt anymore…”
The other man finally nodded and relaxed. With his clear, defined fingers, he tugged slightly more at Jiang Luoluo’s shirt. His large hand slid along the slim waist, palm warm enough to make Jiang Luoluo stiffen, too afraid to move.
“Relax,” Fu Tingchuan said, gently kneading the back of his neck. He pulled Jiang Luoluo into his embrace, while his other hand began to skillfully massage his waist, moving along his spine, stroke by stroke.
The man in his arms was as docile as a kitten, purring at the touch and lying obediently against him. Soon, he let out a small yawn.
The phone vibrated twice. Fu Tingchuan picked it up, his gaze lingering on the screen for only two seconds before deleting the message.
He looked down at the person cradled in his arms, his eyes showing just a hint of warmth.
When he woke up after her high fever, the first thing he did was not to look for him, his husband, but to call another man instead.
Just by attending one banquet, the Li family’s kid started investigating his interests and background?
His darling was not acting very well-behaved. [footnote] T/N: Ohhhhh…. he is coming out…… [/footnote]
The cell phone vibrated twice more, popping up Qin Zheng’s name on the screen. Fu Tingchuan swiped across the display, and a man’s excited voice came from the speaker:
“Tingchuan, want to grab a couple of drinks tonight? I’ve got some good news to share!”
“What’s got you so happy?” Fu Tingchuan asked.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha!” A burst of wild laughter came from the other end. “That bastard Zhai Xiao! The one who stabbed me in the back and stole my little lover! You guess what happened!”
“Two days ago, he was still throwing a party to celebrate his son’s first month. The son was born to his little lover, and he sent out invites all over the place. But guess what!”
“Aha ha ha ha ha! The kid isn’t even his! Serves him right!”
“These days, there are still people who believe in that ‘running away with the ball’ nonsense. After not seeing for so long, who knows if it’s really your own? And forget about the time, there are plenty who wake up to find someone else in bed with them, not even sure if it was them the night before…”
At these words, Fu Tingchuan’s pupils suddenly contracted.
“… Waking up to find someone beside you, unsure if you even slept together the night before…”
Jiang Luoluo felt Fu Tingchuan’s hands pause for half a second on his waist. His gaze darkened as he stared at the kiss mark on the back of Jiang Luoluo’s neck.
He couldn’t remember how they’d gotten involved. The only memory he had made him instinctively think that man was himself.
But… what if that man wasn’t him?
What if… he was a substitute? [footnote] T/N: Why do I have the sudden urge to face-palm myself? [/footnote]
Fu Tingchuan lifted his eyelids, his eyes filled with a murderous suspicion.
Some things you just have to try for yourself to understand.
Night fell.
The night wind blew the curtains, revealing glimpses of dusk outside.
The man’s voice was gentle. “Is this it?”
Jiang Luoluo, buried under the covers, curled up like a soft little kitten. “Husband…”
The sound of the man’s low chuckle echoed through the air, carrying a hint of pleasure. “So this really is it.”
“Then baby, why don’t you tell me what else I did last night?”
Twilight settled in, covering the window glass with a thin layer of mist.
The night deepened, little by little.
All sounds in the bedroom faded away. A small lump appeared on the bed, where Jiang Luoluo’s fingers were pressed under his cheek, lashes glued together by moisture.
Long fingers stroked his hair. The man’s gaze, dark and intense, engulfed him completely, like a fierce dragon guarding its treasure in a cave.
The obsessive, fervent stare formed a cocoon, scanning that peaceful, sleeping face.
After a long moment, he finally sighed softly. “Never mind. I’ll let you off tonight.”
***
The ticklish feeling on his neck woke Jiang Luoluo.
He opened his eyes to see Fu Tingchuan examining his neck. “Why is it so red?”
That expression and tone could only belong to the original, boss-type Fu Tingchuan.
Jiang Luoluo shook his head slowly as Fu Tingchuan’s hand moved. He tried to touch his own neck, but Fu Tingchuan pulled his hand back.
“How could I bite so hard?” Fu Tingchuan leaned in even closer, his breath puffing against Jiang Luoluo’s neck. “Why can’t I remember kissing you here, though?”
Jiang Luoluo felt a moment of clarity, his resentment towards Fu Tingchuan’s body rushing to the surface. He started speaking with a sarcastic tone: “Right, it wasn’t you. I drank so much and my own mouth twisted it!”
As he spoke, he angrily turned away from Fu Tingchuan, leaving him with nothing but the back of his head. He even pulled the quilt up to cover himself.
The person behind him pressed closer, patting the bulging spot of the quilt. “Why are you so quick to anger? Do you want your husband to discipline you?”
“Go ahead and discipline me!” Jiang Luoluo lifted the quilt and buried his head under it. Muffled sounds came from underneath. “Discipline me hard and don’t stop. You’ve got so much money anyway—when you’re sick of me, you can just find another one! You won’t be out of anything!”
He was fully covered under the quilt
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A portion of his lower back was exposed, white and soft, marred by blue finger-shaped marks that stood out starkly, both eye-catching and disturbing.
Fu Tingchuan reached out to touch them. The body beneath the quilt stiffened, then scurried further inside with a *whoosh*.
Fu Tingchuan sheepishly withdrew his hand.
He knew he hadn’t been gentle. He was very angry at the time, and it seemed that he had tortured the person seriously. There had been enough passion to leave such marks, clear signs that he’d worn him out.
Coughing softly, Fu Tingchuan faced Jiang Luoluo, his body bulging into a small mound as he sulked. He felt inexplicably awkward.
The feeling was like being a teenager who’d upset his crush, watching him cry his heart out while slumped over his desk.
He sat next to him, helpless and unsure of what to do.
T/N: “Fu Tingchuan’s ‘discipline’ is so thorough, even my poor keyboard is blushing. But hey, who am I to resist? 😏 If you’re enjoying this as much as I totally don’t, bribe me with a Ko-fi, and I’ll keep serving up the good stuff!”
I hope he realizes that he is the one who did all this. 😮💨 Even mc knows, he’s never been close to other guys, but his husband always suspects. Lol, jealous of himself
Hi love could you please try and use the correct pronouns it’s dizzing trying to correct it as I read x
sorryyy…