After I Started Dating the Scum Gong Substitute, the White Moonlight Returned - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Jiang Yan reached out and pinched Cheng Jianyu’s jaw, forcing him to raise his head. His warm thumb pad slowly rubbed against the soft lips.

Cheng Jianyu’s lips were full but not thick; paired with a perfectly fresh lip color, they had a soft and moist feeling, suitable for kissing and holding certain things.

Jiang Yan raised his own chin. Like a little kitten with its teeth pulled out, Cheng Jianyu opened his mouth, allowing those long and powerful fingers to mess around inside. He stared straight at the man, without a shred of shame.

At this point, Jiang Yan had realized the very first time he met Cheng Jianyu.

In the spring five years ago, after a grand charity auction ended, the celebratory banquet was set at a hotel in Shanghai. Having drunk quite a bit of alcohol, Jiang Yan went up to the rooftop to get some air.

As soon as he pushed the door open, a tall, muscular man was pressing hard against Cheng Jianyu’s shoulders, slamming him violently against the railing. Shoulder blades collided with the iron lock; the ear-piercing friction of the iron chains pierced the sky. The man’s mouth was foul, cursing and swearing.

Jiang Yan’s first impression was that Cheng Jianyu’s waist was very thin.

The hem of the shirt rose along with the man’s wrist. The lights on the rooftop were as bright as day. The traces of the man’s hand rising and falling were clear. The half-exposed waist, revealed by the sudden light, was narrow and tight, but not weak; it was covered with a layer of warm, smooth muscle. One look and you knew the texture was excellent. The dimples on the side of his waist were clean and white, becoming shallow and deep following Cheng Jianyu’s struggling movements, making one unable to resist wanting to explore further.

Jiang Yan stared for a few seconds and was just about to intervene when Cheng Jianyu spoke first: “Take your dirty hands off me.”

the pleasant voice sliced through the brilliant neon lights, soaked in the chill of early spring, like blowing a breath of cold air into one’s ear—it was permeated with indifference from the inside out.

Jiang Yan stopped his steps, watching with great interest.

The man, relying on his strong physique, took it lightly. Just as he wanted to further escalate his actions, Cheng Jianyu pinched his wrist, twisted it with force, and slammed his elbow tip downward with great power. With a “crack” sound accompanied by a scream of pain, he subdued the man with ease.

The close-quarters combat move “Rotating Arm Pressure Elbow”—he was an expert. Jiang Yan lit a cigarette, leaning lazily against the wall with his arms crossed.

Cheng Jianyu reached out and took the phone from the man’s pocket, quickly dialing 120. His voice was clear: “When the ambulance arrives later, tell the doctor you have a brachioradialis muscle sprain. Don’t cause trouble for the doctors.”

The series of movements was as smooth as flowing water, elegant and unrestrained. He straightened his clothes and strode toward the door. The moment he bumped into Jiang Yan, his calm elegance vanished into thin air. His breathing became rapid, his cheeks turned red, and his beautiful pupils were dazed and helpless.

Jiang Yan had seen this kind of expression on many fans. He casually stubbed out his cigarette, beckoned with his hand, and walked toward the elevator without looking back. Cheng Jianyu followed him without the slightest hesitation.

That night, he verified that Cheng Jianyu’s waist was indeed very thin; he could circle it with just one hand. Especially at the moment when he gripped that waist and used full horsepower to crash into him, it was as fragile as if it were about to break.

He needed someone like Cheng Jianyu by his side, existing in the name of a dating partner. Even if the actual work was that of a bedmate or a housekeeper, it didn’t matter.

As a boyfriend, Jiang Yan was not considerate or gentle enough, but he was never stingy financially. Aside from the real estate and cars purchased specifically for Cheng Jianyu, there was a significant monthly “living allowance.” He could almost be described as responding to every request.

Of course, Cheng Jianyu had never requested anything.

Jiang Yan pulled out a few tissues to wipe his fingers and casually picked up a jar of ointment, which landed next to Cheng Jianyu’s calf with a “thwack.” “Do it yourself.”

He took off his jacket, threw it on the sofa, and walked straight to the bathroom. The rustling sound of water followed.

Cheng Jianyu coughed lightly. The unrestrained, bitter texture of tobacco from Jiang Yan’s hands remained in his throat.

He didn’t like it.

But not liking it was useless.

Jiang Yan had a streak of frenzied ruthlessness in bed. At an age of exploding hormones and being in a position of high public attention, the slightest stir could become a headline. There were only two paths to vent his energy: one was to be exhausted in the boxing gym, the other was to be exhausted on Cheng Jianyu’s body.

“Don’t… inside.”

Cheng Jianyu’s spirit was weak as he retreated backward. A pair of warm and powerful hands grabbed his thin waist and dragged him back mercilessly, shackling him firmly. At the peak moment, Jiang Yan’s sharp Adam’s apple rolled violently under the thin skin. He looked down at him, panting heavily: “Why are you acting so pretentious today?”

Cheng Jianyu’s unfocused eyes stared at his face, his hands tightly clutching the pillow. “It’s too deep… it’s hard to clean.”

Jiang Yan’s looks were impeccable—aloof and cold—worthy of the “rainbow farts” (extravagant praise) his fans blew to the skies. Aside from those intimidating eyes; his brow and eyes were distant and arrogant, with a larger proportion of white giving off a kind of beastly ferocity that had nothing to do with being “gentle.”

“Then don’t clean it.” Jiang Yan lifted Cheng Jianyu’s face, leaned over, and gave him a casual kiss. “I like you like this.”

There was a layer of hot sweat on Cheng Jianyu’s cheeks. The nerves in his calves twitched slightly, like some light insect crawling. He pulled his knees together; the not-unfamiliar sensation of a foreign object remained in his body, slowly trickling down onto the bedsheet as he moved.

At this moment, Cheng Jianyu was glad he wasn’t a girl; otherwise, he’d have given Jiang Yan a whole litter of children.

He rested for a moment, then dragged his aching, weak legs into the bathroom to clean himself inside and out.

Once sexual desire was fed, appetite had to be satisfied as well.

Two delicious home-style side dishes, paired with soft and steaming white porridge, were set out in the snowy-white, empty dining room, adding a bit of life to the place.

“Not hungry?” Jiang Yan picked up his phone to unlock it, glancing at him.

Cheng Jianyu covered his slightly twitching lower abdomen with his hand. The aching sensation had not yet faded, and a certain part of him felt as if it were still holding something and couldn’t close. He had no heart for eating. “My stomach feels uncomfortable.”

Jiang Yan’s long fingers danced across the screen without looking up. “So delicate?”

Cheng Jianyu gave a soft “mm” and sprawled limply on the table. “I missed you so much. I haven’t seen you for half a month. I missed you every day.”

Jiang Yan acted as if he hadn’t heard. He pressed the WeChat voice button and sent a message to his manager, Brother Chao: “Add a segment of Polka-style minor key, and go one degree lower.”

He put down the phone, glanced at Cheng Jianyu, and frowned impatiently. “You’re not allowed to say these things in the future.”

Cloying, disgusting—it was hard to imagine how Cheng Jianyu could say it.

Cheng Jianyu laughed lightly. “If you don’t like it, I won’t say it.”

Brother Chao’s WeChat reply was fast. His loud voice echoed in the empty dining room: “Zhou Jueqing said he particularly likes this song. He invited you for a drink tonight to talk about it. Are you free? The one at home won’t make a scene, right?”

Jiang Yan sneered. What was there to make a scene about? One, they didn’t kiss; two, they didn’t sleep together. It was a purely professional relationship. On what grounds would Cheng Jianyu make a scene?

As expected, Cheng Jianyu shook his head, then slowly nodded. “It’s okay, you go ahead.”

Jiang Yan’s mood improved slightly. He pinched his face. “So good.”

Cheng Jianyu liked him—liked him to the point of having no bottom line. He would never say no to Jiang Yan. This was common knowledge among the people around Jiang Yan. Someone had once asked Jiang Yan where he found such a beautiful and obedient little toy like Cheng Jianyu.

After Jiang Yan left, the sky gradually darkened. The empty house felt even larger. Cheng Jianyu fell asleep on the table for a while, only to be startled awake by the sudden ringing of his phone.

[Caller: Chen Kai]

Cheng Jianyu’s assistant at Bei Xinhong’s studio, and also his only friend in Shanghai. The two had taken classes together at the police academy. Chen Kai was a few years older than Cheng Jianyu, and they had met through a fight—Chen Kai was the one Cheng Jianyu beat into submission.

The way he addressed Cheng Jianyu had gone from “Xiao Yu” to “Jianyu” to the current “Brother Yu.” The rise in status was evident.

“Brother Yu, after you left, President Bei went crazy with rage. His face was so ugly. What did you say to him?”

Cheng Jianyu tapped his fingers lightly on the table, feeling calm. “Nothing much. Just said I wanted to resign.”

Chen Kai was stunned, then wept with joy. “Papa! You finally escaped President Bei’s demonic clutches. From now on, the sea is wide for the fish to leap, and the sky is high for the birds to fly!”

He paused. “If you’re starting a business, take me with you! You’re abandoning a teammate in the same trench! I severely condemn this behavior!”

Cheng Jianyu snorted. “Stay put for now. When things on my end are settled, you can come and sweep the toilets for me.”

“A good job like sweeping toilets should be left to An An. I’ll be your secretary, asking after your well-being every day, just like you and Jiang Yan…”

“Alright, enough nonsense. If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.” Cheng Jianyu made a move to hang up. Chen Kai hurried to stop him with an “ai ai ai.” After a few seconds of silence, he said seriously: “Brother Yu, happy birthday.”

Cheng Jianyu lowered his head, his eyes feeling warm. He gave a soft “mm.” “Thank you.”