Chapter 31 Part 2

Huo Junlin’s feelings toward Huo Boyan were complicated—admiration mixed with respect, and a deep-seated fear.

Though Huo Boyan rarely lost his temper now and had earned a reputation as refined and elegant,

in his earlier years, after losing both parents and with little support, his methods had been ruthless. It took years of brutal struggle to stand firm.

During Huo Junlin’s rebellious teens, he’d done plenty of stupid things and been thoroughly disciplined by Huo Boyan, learning fear the hard way.

As years passed, Huo Boyan grew more tolerant and mild, his emotions hidden, dealings smoother, no longer punishing lightly—earning him the title of scholarly businessman.

But Huo Junlin felt his brother hadn’t changed; he’d just buried it deeper.

Huo Junlin had wanted to gossip about whether he was holding his sister-in-law, but that cold glance made his scalp tingle, and he slunk away.

Huo Boyan carried Zhu Ran into the room. It was a deluxe suite, about fifty square meters, with the bedroom past the living room. Even in those few steps, Zhu Ran couldn’t endure, constantly nuzzling in his arms.

He was an adult, after all; if he really resisted, Huo Boyan wouldn’t have it easy.

Verbal persuasion failed, and force risked hurting him. Huo Boyan strode to the bedroom and patted Zhu Ran through the blanket again.

The person in his arms quieted once more, but soon came soft, almost-sobbing whimpers. That sound gripped the heart, sweet and seductive, stirring the deepest brutality within.

Huo Boyan placed him on the bed without even glancing at him, then went straight to the living room to call Liang Ziqian, who was grabbing medicine from the Medical Office and promised to arrive in five minutes.

Hearing that, Huo Boyan finally relaxed a bit.

In such decadent settings, filth was inevitable. Mutual consent was fine, but malicious drugging was a crime.

To prevent such incidents, the Medical Office stocked relevant drugs.

Special drugs were banned, so antidotes weren’t listed openly, but they existed—unknown to most.

Though he didn’t know exactly what Zhu Ran had taken, the components were similar; the antidote would fix it…

Huo Boyan’s gaze suddenly paused, a strange thought rising—maybe it wouldn’t be that easy.

Zhu Ran was sprawled on his bed, bunching the blanket into a ball and writhing against it in motions like a ground dance.

His suit pants clung tightly to his form, and Huo Boyan realized Zhu Ran looked slim, but had ample flesh where it mattered. No, he’d known that—he’d even felt the softness there himself.

Huo Boyan warned himself not to continue, yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

His gaze came alive, like transparent tongues licking substantively over every inch.

From Zhu Ran’s fuzzy head to his arched back, the dipped narrow waist, the plump rear.

A small wet spot darkened the back of his dark pants—from Zhu Ran’s…

Huo Boyan closed his eyes, but the image lingered. He gripped his phone tightly, as if to stay calm.

“Huo Boyan…” A faint call came from inside.

Zhu Ran had kept moving but finally collapsed in exhaustion, locking eyes with Huo Boyan through the doorframe. The young man’s pretty face was flushed and misty, looking utterly pitiable.

“Huo Boyan, I feel so bad…” Zhu Ran almost begged.

Huo Boyan shot up and strode to the bedroom, fast enough to stir a gust.

Then he grabbed the blanket and swiftly wrapped Zhu Ran into a cocoon again, like bundling a pest-sprayed cat—limbs and body tightly bound, only his head exposed.

“Bear with it for now.”

Huo Boyan’s voice was hoarse with warning—to Zhu Ran or himself, he wasn’t sure.

Zhu Ran’s eyes widened in disbelief at this outrageous act.

“Ding-dong—”

The doorbell rang.

Huo Boyan opened the door at once. To Liang Ziqian, he said, “Don’t ask yet. I’ll explain later—check him first.”

Liang Ziqian nodded, gloved up, and examined Zhu Ran.

Feverish temperature, somewhat disoriented, but pupils normal, no other symptoms.

“No big issue,” Liang Ziqian said, pulling off the gloves. “Just standard aphrodisiac. I’ll prescribe a sedative; feed it to him, and he’ll be fine.”

“Thanks.” Huo Boyan nodded and took the liquid from Liang Ziqian.

Liang Ziqian instructed him to monitor closely and call if needed.

Huo Boyan agreed and saw Liang Ziqian out personally.

At the door, Liang Ziqian couldn’t resist smirking maliciously. “Gardener Huo, stick to tending your flowers from now on.”

Huo Boyan: “…”

After sending Liang Ziqian off, Huo Boyan poured warm water and returned to the bedroom. It took effort to get the medicine into Zhu Ran’s mouth amid the struggles.

The blanket got soaked from the splashing. Figuring the medicine would settle things, Huo Boyan unbound him and fetched a hot towel from the bathroom to wipe his face.

But as he emerged, a shadow flashed, and before he knew it, Zhu Ran shoved him onto the bed.

Zhu Ran was furious now.

He didn’t understand— this was his dream, so why wouldn’t Huo Boyan listen? He hated that composed look most. It was his dream; he could do whatever he wanted.

Zhu Ran flipped over, pinning Huo Boyan down, finally seeing shock in his eyes.

But it wasn’t enough humiliation.

Huo Boyan quickly recovered, saying mildly with concern, “Stop messing around. Get off and sleep.”

There it was again—that indifferent gaze, rational demeanor, as if he’d never have emotions.

He hated Huo Boyan’s eyes, his straight nose, his coldly outlined lips.

He wanted to humiliate him harshly, strike him down, get revenge, bully him!

He wanted— he wanted Huo Boyan to submit to him!

“Zhu Ran, after taking the medicine, do you feel any better…” A hot, soft sensation pressed on his face; Huo Boyan’s breath hitched, silencing him.

Zhu Ran sat on the man’s face, hiking up his shirt with one hand, arrogantly commanding, “Huo Boyan, lick me.”