Distorted Fairy Tale - Chapter 34

“A stag party?” Fu Yuhang’s brow furrowed as he looked at the itinerary Lin Ze had prepared.

“Is this the sort of thing that belongs on my schedule?” He shot a cold look at his assistant, thinking Lin Ze was becoming increasingly incompetent.

Lin Ze hesitated for a moment. “Sir, this is an invitation from Mr Xu Bo.”

Xu Bo, known to his friends as Xiao Bo had helped Fu Yuhang navigate some bureaucratic red tape during a land acquisition in F City. It wasn’t an insurmountable problem, but Xiao Bo’s intervention had saved a significant amount of time. It was a debt of gratitude that Fu Yuhang felt obligated to repay.

The fact that Xu Bo had reached out directly to Lin Ze was a clear hint: he wanted Fu Yuhang to show his face.

Fu Yuhang loathed such social gatherings. He rubbed his temples and sighed. “Cancel my dinner meeting for Saturday night.”

Debts of gratitude were indeed the hardest to settle.

The party was held at a private club owned by the Xu family. By the time Fu Yuhang arrived, the event was already in full swing.

He had already heard from Lin Ze about the “mysterious activity” planned for the end of the evening. To avoid any unwanted entanglements, Fu Yuhang had specially fitted infrared night-vision contact lenses custom pieces that allowed him to see clearly even in total darkness. He had no intention of letting some random stranger touch him.

A City’s elite circles were small, and many guests recognised him. They greeted him with a mix of surprise and respect, and he acknowledged them with a curt nod.

Xu Bo spotted him and hurried over, a drink in hand. “Mr Fu! Thank you for coming. I’m honoured!”

The surrounding guests chimed in, praising Xu Bo’s “influence” for being able to summon the notoriously reclusive Fu Yuhang. Xu Bo basked in the attention; to him, “face” and prestige were more important than anything else.

“The pleasure is mine,” Fu Yuhang offered a polite, hollow smile, clinking his glass against Xu Bo’s. “I haven’t had the chance to thank you for your help last time.”

“Think nothing of it!” Xu Bo laughed. “If you ever need anything, just say the word!”

Fu Yuhang drained his glass. As Xu Bo opened his mouth to speak again, an alarm chirped on Fu Yuhang’s phone. He offered a look of feigned apology. “Excuse me, I have to take this.”

“Of course, don’t let me keep you.”

Fu Yuhang silenced the alarm and retreated to a quiet corner. He pulled up a new proposal on his phone and began reviewing it with lethal efficiency, correcting formatting errors and noting revisions.

Several people tried to approach him to network, and he brushed them off with practiced indifference. One bold individual, not knowing who he was but attracted by his looks, asked if he was free later that night.

“I’m sorry,” Fu Yuhang said, his expression flat. “My wife is waiting for me at home.”

The person was stunned. “You’re married?!”

“My wife is very temperamental,” Fu Yuhang added, a cold, predatory smirk playing on his lips. “If he found out you were talking to me, he’d have your skin off.”

The person shivered and beat a hasty retreat.

Fu Yuhang checked his watch. Only thirty minutes had passed. He wished he could jump into a parallel timeline where the party was already over, rather than enduring the noise and the endless social posturing.

His gaze swept across the room and stopped abruptly. There, chatting and laughing with another man, was the very “wife” he had just been describing.

The mysterious activity planned for the finale had the guests scanning the room for potential targets from the moment they arrived. Song Zhen felt out of place amidst the crowd, his eyes darting away whenever he caught someone’s gaze. He looked like a rabbit that had wandered into a wolf’s den.

But he was a rabbit dressed to kill. If stares could touch, the smooth, exposed skin of his back would have been rubbed raw by now.

“I think everyone is looking at me strangely,” Song Zhen whispered into Zhou Nining’s ear.

“It’s because you look stunning today,” Zhou Nining smiled. “People will want to talk to you. If you like someone, chat with them. If not, just say no.”

“But…” Song Zhen hesitated. This kind of socialising was entirely foreign to him.

“You’re an adult, Zhenzhen. It’s all consensual,” Zhou Nining reassured him. “Your social circle is too small; you need to meet new people. I’m going to say hello to Xiao Bo. If anything happens, just call me. And remember, if anyone makes you uncomfortable, slap them. I’ll take the blame.”

Song Zhen smiled. “Go on then.”

Shortly after Zhou Nining left, a tall Alpha with a beard approached him. Song Zhen found him too aggressive for his taste and politely declined his request for a contact number. The Alpha took it well and moved on.

Song Zhen realised it wasn’t as terrifying as he had imagined. When the next few people approached, he was less nervous, asking himself honestly: Would I like to get to know this person?

After turning down three or four people, a handsome Alpha walked towards him. Song Zhen’s heart gave a sudden, sharp flutter.

“My name is Qin Heng. And you, Gege?” The Alpha’s eyes crinkled into crescents when he smiled, revealing deep dimples.

“I’m Song Zhen.” He stared into the Alpha’s eyes, his heart racing. That gentle brow, that brilliant smile, it was almost an exact reflection of “Song Heng.” Not in features, but in spirit and aura.

Even the name contained the syllable “Heng.” It felt like fate was pushing them together.

Qin Heng was a natural conversationalist, humorous and charming without being overbearing. While Song Zhen’s conversations with others had lasted only minutes, he found himself talking to Qin Heng as if they were old friends.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed, leaving only a spotlight on the dance floor. The mysterious activity was about to begin.

The host explained the rules and handed out blindfolds. Everyone stood randomly on the floor. Then, the central light went out. The blindfolds were removed.

The room was plunged into total darkness.

In the silence, everyone felt a thrill of anticipation. Hands reached out, searching the dark. Almost immediately, Song Zhen felt his right hand seized by someone.

He jumped. The grip was tight painfully so. He tried to pull away, but the person wouldn’t let go. He eventually gave up, assuming the other person was simply nervous.

The countdown began.

Ten. Nine. Eight.  Three. Two. One.

At the final second, Song Zhen felt his left hand taken as well. Then, the lights slammed back on.

“It’s you!” Qin Heng’s delighted voice rang out in his left ear.

“How are you here?!” Song Zhen’s voice overlapped with his. He turned his head and saw Fu Yuhang holding his right hand with a crushing grip.

The crowd looked on in amusement. Song Zhen stood in the middle, each hand held by a tall, handsome Alpha.

The host noticed the trio. “It seems we have a double match! Sir, you must choose one. Please raise the hand of the person you select.”

Fu Yuhang squeezed Song Zhen’s hand harder a silent, violent warning. Song Zhen looked at him, and without a moment’s hesitation, he raised Qin Heng’s hand.

“The matched couple can now decide whether to kiss for ten seconds to seal the deal!” the host announced.

Fu Yuhang’s face turned lethal. He stared at Qin Heng, his voice a low, terrifying growl. “I dare you to touch him.”

Before the words had even left Fu Yuhang’s mouth, Song Zhen stood on his tiptoes and pressed his lips against Qin Heng’s.

Qin Heng’s mind went blank, like a firework about to explode.

THUD.

Qin Heng was sent crashing to the floor by a violent punch. Screams and gasps erupted around them.

Song Zhen froze, his face turning deathly pale. He tried to help Qin Heng up, but Fu Yuhang seized him by the wrist and began dragging him away. Song Zhen stumbled, looking back at Qin Heng in horror.

Zhou Nining tried to block their path. “Fu Yuhang, stop this! Let him go!”

Fu Yuhang’s expression was murderous. “Stay out of this, Zhou Nining,” he hissed, barging past him.

“Xiao Ning! Don’t worry about me!” Song Zhen shouted back. “Take Qin Heng to the hospital!”

Fu Yuhang’s grip tightened until Song Zhen felt his bones might snap. The Alpha’s stride was too long; Song Zhen couldn’t keep up, stumbling and crashing into things as they moved. A sharp, searing pain shot through his arm as he was dragged along, and tears began to prick his eyes.

He was thrown into the back of the car with a force that left him gasping.

“What do you want?!” Song Zhen scrambled back until he hit the door, staring at Fu Yuhang with eyes full of resentment and fear.

He knew it. He knew the man couldn’t maintain the act for long. All that “love,” the roses, the cakes, it was all a mask. Fu Yuhang didn’t have a shred of humanity in him.

“I should ask you that,” Fu Yuhang growled. His hand reached behind Song Zhen, brushing the smooth skin of his back and sliding down to the black lace at his hips.

Up close, he could see the makeup around Song Zhen’s eyes, making them look even more captivating.

“What is this supposed to be?” Fu Yuhang gripped Song Zhen’s waist, his jealousy burning like a wildfire. “Are you out hunting for men?”

The image of Song Zhen kissing the other man played on a loop in his mind. If I hadn’t come, what then? Would they be in a hotel room by now?

“What does it have to do with you?!” Song Zhen snapped. “I knew you were just putting on a show.”

“I tell you, Song Zhen,” Fu Yuhang snarled, his eyes a brilliant, manic red. “I was trying to court you, to win you over. You could have taken your time to accept me. But if you let another man touch you, I will make you regret it!”

“You bastard!” Song Zhen swung his hand at Fu Yuhang’s face, but the Alpha caught it easily. Fu Yuhang pulled off his necktie and bound Song Zhen’s hands together. Then, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and began to scrub violently at Song Zhen’s lips.

He rubbed with such force it felt like he was trying to strip the skin away. Song Zhen winced in pain.

“Stop it! Let go!” He tried to turn his head away.

Fu Yuhang gripped his chin, forcing him to stay still. His eyes were bloodshot and terrifying. “Disgusting,” he hissed, as if the kiss had tainted Song Zhen.

Deciding the handkerchief wasn’t enough, he leaned in and bit down on Song Zhen’s lips, kissing him with a frantic, punishing intensity.

Song Zhen struggled for air, his voice muffled against the Alpha’s mouth. “Let go. don’t touch me.  Fu Yuhang. you bastard.”

The jealousy had completely consumed Fu Yuhang’s reason. He pinned Song Zhen down and began to tear at his clothes. The thin fabric offered no resistance and was easily shredded.

Song Zhen thrashed beneath him. “Let me go! Stop!”

Fu Yuhang’s kisses rained down on his chest and shoulders. The violence of it reminded Song Zhen of that night the night Fu Yuhang had lost his mind to his pheromones and destroyed everything.

A paralyzing terror took hold. Song Zhen began to shake uncontrollably. When Fu Yuhang’s hand moved to his trousers, he finally broke, screaming with a heart-wrenching desperation:

“NO! NO! STOP IT!!!”

The sound was a raw, primal expression of collapse. Song Zhen began to sob, his body limp. “Please. don’t touch me.”

Hot tears fell onto Fu Yuhang’s arm.

The feel of those tears seemed to snap the Alpha back to his senses. He stopped his assault, pulled Song Zhen into his arms, and draped his suit jacket over him.

He held the weeping man tightly, resting his chin on his head. “Song Zhen, stop this,” he rasped, his voice sounding hollow. “Come back to me. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Just come back to me.”

Song Zhen’s sobs grew more agonizing.

“Fu Yuhang,” he choked out, “can you find it in your heart for the sake of me once saving your life to just. let me go?”

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