Chapter 22 Part 2

The sword-drawn tension somehow eased magically. Shen Yu hesitated, subtly gauging Zhou Jinsheng’s reaction.

What was he thinking?

“I did say that.”

Shen Yu paused, choosing his words. “But we just finalized the contract. Before doing this stuff, cough… shouldn’t we, uh, build some rapport first?”

Zhou Jinsheng fell silent a moment. “How?”

What to talk about?

Good question. Before, they could chat opera, ideals, life’s meaning, hobbies—even trivial shit like breakfast plans or ideal types.

They’d once been inseparable, talking about everything.

Topics arose and faded naturally.

But now, formally asking what to chat about? Tricky.

Eight years apart, old bonds long faded. Shen Yu hadn’t expected any warmth from Zhou Jinsheng anyway. But in this situation, what else was there?

Maybe, as He Qian said, he could try mending old ties. Even the worst bastard had a soft spot.

Though it didn’t sound like a great topic.

Under Zhou Jinsheng’s dark, heavy gaze, Shen Yu tentatively suggested, “Maybe… we could reminisce about the old days?”

The words left his mouth, and Shen Yu knew instantly it was the wrong call.

The fragile thaw froze solid; even the grip on his jaw tightened.

A deep chuckle rumbled from Zhou Jinsheng’s throat—like a death knell to Shen Yu. The man’s thin lips curved dangerously. “Like how you vanished?”

Each word dripped like a demon’s whisper.

Chaotic memories crashed over them again.

Shen Yu felt a bone-chilling killing intent. Goosebumps erupted under the thick, tangible malice. His heart pounded faster, breaths shorter, terror nearly ripping it free from his chest.

From the moment he returned to Shangjing, such fear had only appeared once or twice when facing Zhou Jinsheng, but each time it vanished quickly without a trace.

It was so brief that it was hard to notice, making one let down their guard and vigilance.

Damn it. A sudden realization struck Shen Yu. Could it be that all of this was an elaborate trap meticulously planned by Zhou Jinsheng?

Just waiting for him to fall right into it!

Damn it! Zhou Jinsheng really wanted to kill him!

It was absolutely not an illusion!

As Shen Yu’s mind raced, Zhou Jinsheng released his grip on Shen Yu’s jaw. Then, with one arm, he scooped Shen Yu up from the sofa in a princess carry!

The man’s arm wrapped around Shen Yu’s lean waist like a giant python, his palm fixed at Shen Yu’s side. Zhou Jinsheng strode out of the study with him in his arms, heading toward the bedroom.

Bang!

Zhou Jinsheng kicked the bedroom door open hard with his leg and tossed Shen Yu onto the bed.

From the sofa to the bed—this was definitely not a good sign.

Shen Yu cursed inwardly as his brain spun at high speed in a desperate struggle. “Zhou Jinsheng, wait a minute. I can explain!”

Zhou Jinsheng remained unmoved, his eyes dark and deep. He sneered coldly. “You explain yours, and I’ll sleep mine.”

Shen Yu: “How am I supposed to explain like this—I—”

Zhou Jinsheng’s long, powerful hand reached over. The cuff of his shirt was rolled up neatly in a very refined manner, revealing sensual, fluid arm lines, but his action was rough and direct as he yanked open the pajama buttons. Several buttons popped off and clattered against the cabinet.

Shen Yu’s body had no excess fat. His pale muscles were like snow-capped mountains, with the sleek, powerful mermaid line disappearing into his pajama pants. And on this snowy landscape bloomed two vivid red flowers, trembling slightly upon contact with the cold air.

…

Zhou Jinsheng’s gaze darkened. A deep, terrifying thirst stagnated throughout his body. His canine teeth sharpened like he was tearing into prey he had caught, instantly crushing all resistance.

Shen Yu’s waist trembled, his pupils contracting in shock.

The scorching hot breath carried a sharp stinging pain, wet and hot, laced with a faint bloody scent.

Bloody scent?

Shen Yu glanced sideways with his peripheral vision and saw blood.

He really couldn’t help but suspect that Zhou Jinsheng wanted to play him to death within three months. What made his scalp tingle even more was Zhou Jinsheng’s hand sliding from his sweat-slick waist to the small of his back.

If he didn’t go along with Zhou Jinsheng’s intentions, the Zhou Mansion would probably have an extra nameless male corpse tomorrow. He didn’t know if that heartless He Qian would even come to collect his body.

If he did go along with Zhou Jinsheng’s intentions… it would probably still be an extra male corpse, just one that wasn’t exactly chaste.

In a flash, Shen Yu came up with a desperate idea. “I’ll only be on top!”

Zhou Jinsheng turned a deaf ear—or rather, even if he heard, he didn’t care. Deep down, he didn’t allow anyone to defy him, nor did he pay attention to unnecessary information or conversation. The muscles in his thigh, wrapped in suit pants, bulged as he pinned down Shen Yu’s struggling long legs.

One leg forcefully wedged between Shen Yu’s legs, their firm thigh muscles colliding.

Shen Yu shuddered all over, his heart leaping to his throat. He silently cursed Zhou Jinsheng’s entire family again in his mind, giving extra curses to Old Master Zhou, before repeating in a steady voice, “Zhou Jinsheng, I’ll only be on top!”

Zhou Jinsheng seemed to scoff lightly. His palm still pressed against Shen Yu’s hip, sliding downward, almost dipping into the pajama pants.

Shen Yu immediately grabbed the man’s red tie and yanked him close. Zhou Jinsheng followed the pull and crashed onto him.

In the inescapable light, their four eyes met.

Their scorching breaths mingled, and Zhou Jinsheng suddenly changed his mind.

With one hand cradling the back of Shen Yu’s head, he lowered his head and bit Shen Yu’s lip. A stinging pain came. Shen Yu tilted his head back slightly and parted his lips. Amid the frictional pain, a tongue pried past his teeth and plunged straight in, invading Shen Yu’s mouth and tasting the sweet saliva.

They shared a deep kiss that was practically suffocating.

—If it could even be called a kiss.

Shen Yu panted lightly, his chest heaving, feeling a bit feverish from the kiss.

His hand gripped Zhou Jinsheng’s back. Even through the shirt fabric, he could feel the man’s smooth, solid back muscles, like a fierce beast poised to strike.

Shen Yu’s fingers trailed down along the back muscles, then lightly scratched at Zhou Jinsheng’s waist dimple.

He remembered that Zhou Jinsheng was ticklish there.

Sure enough, Zhou Jinsheng’s body swayed almost imperceptibly, the movement tiny, but Shen Yu still caught it.

007 praised: 【…The Host still has quite the talent for honey traps.】

Shen Yu: 【Thanks, but not really looking for praise in this area.】

The brainwave exchange happened in an instant. Seizing the moment of Zhou Jinsheng’s reaction, Shen Yu’s legs immediately hooked around him in reverse. With a twist of his waist, he flipped Zhou Jinsheng onto the bed.

Shen Yu knew his martial strength couldn’t match Zhou Jinsheng’s, but he had techniques aplenty. Before his thoughts finished racing, his wrist had already clamped around Zhou Jinsheng’s neck.

Shen Yu’s chest burned with the rage of being ignored. Anger made his fingers tighten inch by inch around Zhou Jinsheng’s neck. “Zhou Jinsheng, can you just listen to me?!”

The light and shadows swayed layer by layer. Even pinned beneath him with his neck choked in a life-threatening grip, Zhou Jinsheng remained expressionless, showing no weakness. His chest heaved violently with desire.

His dark, surging eyes finally lifted slightly, flashing with an ambiguously dangerous glint.

Amid waves of approaching suffocation, Zhou Jinsheng looked at Shen Yu, his voice uncharacteristically hoarse and low:

“Give me your hand.”

The vibration of his throat transmitted through Shen Yu’s grip, the trembling sensation utterly chilling. Shen Yu said oddly, “What?”

Suddenly, Shen Yu felt a chill on his scalp.

The cold muzzle of an aluminum alloy gun pressed tightly against his temple. The gun barrel’s round outline was the path every bullet must take, enough to pierce straight through his brain. Even without firing, Shen Yu could imagine the bullet tearing through layers of skull and brain matter, exploding in a spray of blood and pulp.

The icy black gun barrel pressed against his forehead. Zhou Jinsheng looked at him no differently than at a dead man.

Shen Yu: 【…】

007: 【…】

Man and system fell into ultimate silence in an instant.

Shen Yu: 【I figured he’d have a backup plan, but never imagined it’d be this one.】

007’s tone grew grave: 【After all, he’s the villain.】

Zhou Jinsheng held the gun to his temple, a rare pleased smile curving his lips—though it was hardly friendly.

Under the dim light, that arc faintly carried a chaotic bloody aura.

And it wasn’t just the gun pressing against him from above.

Realizing this, Shen Yu’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Only now did he fully grasp how bizarre their current position was.

“Give me your hand. Make me feel good, and I won’t kill you.”

Zhou Jinsheng’s finger rested on the trigger guard, nudging the gun against his temple.

Fuck, his temple throbbed wildly, his heart pounding just as hard.

Shen Yu panicked and cursed inwardly. Stop nudging it, bro—can you be careful with that finger! If it went off by accident, he’d really be done for right here!

Shen Yu quickly released Zhou Jinsheng’s neck and extended his hand toward him like a hero making a resolute sacrifice.

Freed from the constraint on his neck, Zhou Jinsheng sat up on the bed.

During their confrontation, Zhou Jinsheng’s red tie had long been loosened, and several buttons on his black shirt had been torn open. His broad chest wasn’t the aesthetically pretty muscle group like Shen Yu’s; every muscle brimmed with explosive power, knotted together, exuding overwhelming violence and wildness.

Black tattoos clung to bulging veins, ferociously displaying a terrifying majesty.

The man’s muscles relaxed as he leaned against the headboard like a lazy, magnificent male lion, his voice magnetically deep—

“Put it down there.”

Realizing what was about to happen, Shen Yu’s mind waged an intense internal battle. His hand hovered in midair, refusing to move for a long time.

Then Zhou Jinsheng said:

“Or do you want to use your foot?”