TYMRHBDES Chapter 36

An overwhelming sense of unease surged through him. Out of nowhere, he remembered the phone call Fu Tingchuan had received last night.

That, it was his name on the bounty notice.

Is this man still coming to kidnap me? Jiang Luoluo wondered. Is he going to send me to that place to torture me?

Ba-thump. Jiang Luoluo’s heart skipped a beat as his face turned ashen.

The car door was closed, but that gaze was still glued to him, like a thorn in his side, so fanatical that it frightened him.

Ice-cold fingers touched his face, tracing down his cheek to his chin in deliberate, methodical strokes, as if toying with a prey trapped in its den.

A chill ran up his spine.

Jiang Luoluo’s skin crawled with goosebumps. He writhed, trying to escape, wanting to talk to his captor and negotiate his way out. But with his mouth gagged, all that came out were muffled “mmf” sounds.

He frantically called the System’s name in his mind, but it remained unresponsive as if the connection had been severed.

He felt completely helpless and alone.

Thankfully, the man’s fingers quickly moved away from his face. Jiang Luoluo hid in the back of the car, curling up tightly, trying to escape the other’s openly scrutinizing gaze.

The ride seemed especially long. The car was smooth, but he could still sense they were moving fast.

Jiang Luoluo’s hands, tied behind him, attempted to undo the rope around his wrists. But the knot was too tight, and he had no experience with this. His fumbling efforts quickly left him sweating in frustration.

That gaze fell on him again.

Scared, Jiang Luoluo stopped moving, keeping his head down, afraid to make any more random gestures.

Something soft touched his forehead, wiping away the sweat. Jiang Luoluo didn’t react until the hand pulled back. Then he realized it must have been a handkerchief.

The touch had been gentle. The kidnapper didn’t seem to want to harm him.

This thought made him feel a bit better. The people who had taken him today probably weren’t the same ones who took Bai Tang last time.

That meant he might not be in immediate danger.

Jiang Luoluo strained his neck, but the black cloth over his eyes was too dark. He could only feel the breeze passing by, not see it.

Guided by intuition he tried to turn towards that person’s direction, Jiang Luoluo whimpered a few times, hoping they’d remove whatever was stuffed in his mouth.

But the person seemed to vanish without a trace. Even reaching their destination, there was no further movement.

Jiang Luoluo didn’t know where the car had stopped. When the door opened, the smell of the sea wafted in. The cool ocean breeze only intensified the unease in his heart.

He had been taken out of the city. He didn’t know when Fu Tingchuan might find him.

Someone came over and tried to pull Jiang Luoluo along by the arm, but was quickly stopped by someone else. He heard clear footsteps approaching, then felt his body grow light as someone lifted him up.

This section of the journey also went on for a long time, passing through dappled shadows and sunlight. They climbed up a winding staircase and then dropped him onto a bed.

Jiang Luoluo’s heart skipped a beat.

‘This scene couldn’t possibly be a good sign.’

The sound of leather-soled shoes tapping on the wooden floor grew fainter as they moved away. Then came the sound of a door closing. Sitting half-up on the bed, Jiang Luoluo let out a long sigh and relaxed his whole body.

Thank goodness they left.

But then he heard a soft chuckle in the air.

Jiang Luoluo shuddered, suddenly realizing what had happened.

They hadn’t left at all. They’d only gone to close the door.

As if in response to his guess, the footsteps slowly approached again, one by one, like a countdown.

The person stopped right next to him, just like before, and started looking him up and down without any restraint.

Jiang Luoluo felt his skin crawl. He didn’t know what the other person was going to do.

In no time, the person lightly grabbed his chin and pressed the fingertips to his lips.

Cold fingers slid down his neck, undoing the first button of his shirt.

Jiang Luoluo kicked at the bedside, trying to shrink away. But his ankle was quickly caught, and he was pulled back by it.

The owner of that hand then rubbed at the marks on his neck, the air darkening as if they wanted to scrub away those ugly, unwanted stains left by others.

“Don’t move.”

The voice coming from the voice changer was flat and showed no variation, but Jiang Luoluo could hear the dangerous displeasure of the man.

‘Why did he kidnap me? Will he kill me? But the mission isn’t completed yet—will the System come to save me? What about Fu Tingchuan? He didn’t see me at noon—will he quickly realize I’ve been kidnapped?’

Thoughts raced through his head, Jiang Luoluo growing more frightened with each one.

The buttons on his shirt were undone one by one, his skin exposed to the air, sending shivers of fear down his spine.

He struggled to get away, but couldn’t overcome the other’s movements. His shirt was torn off and tossed aside, and next came his pants.

Jiang Luoluo’s entire body felt ice cold. He sniffled, and hot tears rolled down his cheeks, soaking through the black cloth covering his face.

‘Oh god, I’ve encountered some sleazy gay freak!’

‘This is it! I’m done for! My purity is at stake!’

But to his surprise, the person helped him into a new set of clothes. The zipper started at his waist and went all the way up to between his shoulder blades. Thin straps crossed at the top of his shoulders and tied in a knot.

It was then that Jiang Luoluo realized—

That gay freak had dressed him in women’s clothes!

‘I’ve run into one of those big perverts!’

The more Jiang Luoluo thought about it, the more scared he got. His tears fell like a broken string of pearls, streaming continuously down his cheeks.

He felt that soft handkerchief again, wiping away his tears. Then the man picked him up and carried him out the door.

They descended along a spiral staircase. Sunlight on his face told Jiang Luoluo they must have gone outside. Soon, he was put onto some kind of wooden board.

The sound of a lawn mower came from nearby. The air was filled with the fresh scent of grass. Jiang Luoluo took a deep breath, feeling around and guessing they were on a swing. Then he heard the click of a camera shutter.

‘Is that sicko taking pictures of me?’

After several clicks, everything went quiet again.

Jiang Luoluo’s hands tied behind his back again tried to loosen the rope, completely oblivious to the man’s smitten gaze.

Holding the camera in both hands, Fu Tingchuan admired the scene for a moment before lifting his eyes to the person on the swing.

Jiang Luoluo was dressed in a white cotton dress that reached to his knees, with two thin straps at his collar, tied into a neat butterfly bow that he had carefully tied.

His skin glistened like milk and honey, almost ethereal. As the breeze danced through the fabric, he looked every inch like a little fairy descending from the heavens to reach Fu Tingchuan.

But his little fairy was bound—arms, legs, and eyes all covered. The celestial being had fallen to Earth, trapped in this seaside garden.

And now, at last, Fu Tingchuan had his very own little fairy.

Unmasked joy spread across Fu Tingchuan’s handsome face, while his eyes burned with an increasingly paranoid desire for control.

He strode forward and dropped to one knee on the lawn, untying the ropes from Jiang Luoluo’s ankles.

Unsure of his intentions, Jiang Luoluo dared not move a muscle. He remained rigid on the wooden board, holding his breath.

Seeing the red marks on Jiang Luoluo’s wrists, Fu Tingchuan gently massaged the skin, his heart aching.

The figure on the swing froze. That sick pervert’s hands were circling around his wrists, becoming more audacious by the second. His breath was puffing against Jiang Luoluo’s exposed lower legs.

Jiang Luoluo was both embarrassed and angry, feeling a burst of courage. He had nothing to lose anyway—this dangerous sicko might do even worse to him later.

Why not strike first?

Jiang Luoluo decided to take action. Lifting his leg, he aimed for Fu Tingchuan’s knees and viciously kicked between his legs!

Fu Tingchuan reacted quickly, grabbing the young man’s ankle and narrowing his eyes at the person on the swing.

Swinging, Jiang Luoluo held his breath uneasily. His pale face looked strained, barely hiding his anxiety.

“A narrow escape…” the man’s voice began.

The voice, flat and uninflected, reached Jiang Luoluo’s ears along with the gentle breeze.

“You’re telling me to cut off all my descendants?”

Jiang Luoluo let out a couple of soft protests to show his displeasure. Fu Tingchuan stood up and removed whatever was in his mouth. A tingling sensation spread up his lips and cheek. Jiang Luoluo pursed his lips, finally able to speak again:

“You damn fag! deserves to be childless for playing around with the boys!”

Fu Tingchuan raised an eyebrow, his face filled with a look of disbelief.

This precious little wife, the young master of the influential Jiang family, had been nothing but demanding and short-tempered at first. But after that initial phase, he had always been poised and gentle.