I Snatched the Overbearing President’s Canary [Transmigration] - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Out of Control

Shenyu froze on the spot. He couldn’t fathom how the conversation had veered in this direction.

He parted his lips to speak, but Ning Chen reached out and covered his mouth. Ning Chen took a sharp breath, his tone urgent: “Wait. Shenyu, don’t answer yet. Let me finish washing up first.”

Having no idea how else to react, He Shenyu simply nodded. Ning Chen released him, stood up, and strode toward the bathroom with his long legs.

Shenyu stared blankly at Ning Chen’s departing back, his mind a jumble. He listened to the sound of running water, spacing out for a long while before falling into a distressed spiral of thought.

Now wasn’t the time to wonder why this was happening; the problem was how to answer him. Ning Chen’s request had backed him into a corner where all his pretenses and evasions were useless. If he wanted to refuse, he’d have to give a direct reason.

But how could he dare say it? If he spoke the truth, his persona as a “sugar daddy” would crumble completely—and it wasn’t time for a showdown yet. Not nearly…

The shadow of Fu Hengzhan still loomed. The man was like a venomous snake, ready to strike at any moment. Just yesterday, Fu Hengzhan had sent a massive digital “red envelope” to wish Ning Chen a happy birthday. Shenyu had returned the money, stating firmly that Ning Chen was his boyfriend and didn’t need outsiders to celebrate his birthday. Shenyu could tell Fu Hengzhan was angry, even if he hadn’t lashed out yet.

He didn’t want to offend the most powerful CEO in this world, but on the matter of Ning Chen, he wouldn’t yield an inch. That was his bottom line.

Shenyu sighed and stood up to take a sip of water, his decision made. Under the pressure of the “Plot God,” all trivialities had to give way. It was just a kiss. They’d done it before; what difference did it make who initiated it?

The bathroom door opened. Seeing He Shenyu standing by the table, Ning Chen walked toward him. Because of his height, he covered the distance in seconds.

“Have you thought about how to answer me, Shenyu?” Ning Chen lowered his head, stubbornly searching for any micro-expression on He Shenyu’s face.

Shenyu let out a nearly imperceptible sigh. “Then lean down a bit.”

Ning Chen smiled, leaning forward and positioning himself perfectly. Shenyu looked at him and placed a hand on his face. He didn’t kiss him yet; instead, he poked Ning Chen’s cheek and murmured, “You’re not being good at all…”

Honestly, He Shenyu felt weary. He was working so hard to protect Ning Chen, yet Ning Chen was forcing him to do things he didn’t want to do. Though Ning Chen didn’t know the truth, He Shenyu felt that in this matter, the boy was being quite “naughty.” He was trying to give Ning Chen a normal life, but Ning Chen seemed to be enjoying the “canary” life a bit too much.

It wasn’t a good sign. Moreover, as a straight man who found “canary services” taxing, He Shenyu couldn’t help but feel a flicker of resentment.

Ning Chen didn’t resist; he simply stayed bent over, letting He Shenyu pinch his face. Hearing the complaint, Ning Chen felt a prickle of alarm—he worried He Shenyu thought he was becoming too arrogant.

Just as he was about to apologize, He Shenyu moved his fingers to Ning Chen’s shoulder and patted it. “Change positions. Let me sit on the table.”

Shenyu made this request because he felt that if he was going to initiate, he wanted the higher ground. Plus, Ning Chen looked tired leaning over like that.

He expected a slow swap, but in the next second, Ning Chen straightened up, grabbed him by the waist, and lifted him directly onto the table. Now, He Shenyu is finally taller than him.

Shenyu felt incredibly awkward. The posture was far too intimate—he was on the table, and Ning Chen was positioned right between his legs, standing extremely close. Shenyu leaned back on his hands, wanting to escape.

Ning Chen tightened his grip on the doctor’s waist, looking up at him. “Shenyu, when do you plan to start?”

Shenyu had no choice but to sit up straight. He cupped Ning Chen’s face with both hands, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips against his.

They stayed like that for a few seconds, but Ning Chen didn’t move. Usually, Ning Chen would take over the offensive. But this time, since they’d agreed He Shenyu would be the active one, Ning Chen remained completely passive, offering no reaction.

Fine. Shenyu had seen plenty of movies; he knew how a kiss worked. He was already a bit annoyed with Ning Chen’s lack of cooperation, and his competitive streak flared up.

Ning Chen is being so bad… Shenyu knew that in the original novel, Ning Chen wasn’t a docile canary—he eventually broke a wine glass to cut Fu Hengzhan’s hand. But since He Shenyu had changed his fate, he’d assumed Ning Chen was just a sweet student. Can a person’s nature really change that easily?

Shenyu realized that sometimes, Ning Chen could be quite “wicked.” Like now, putting his patron in such an embarrassing spot.

In a fit of pique, He Shenyu bit down on Ning Chen’s lower lip, tugging slightly. Ning Chen let out an involuntary “hiss.”

That’s making things difficult for me! Shenyu thought, feeling vindicated.

Ning Chen still didn’t move, staying true to his word of being passive. Shenyu’s ego took over. They were both men—how hard could it be? He could do it better! Ning Chen had learned from him in the first place, anyway…

Shenyu’s tongue flicked out, licking the spot he had just bitten as if to soothe it. Then, he slipped his tongue past the parted lips, stirring up heat until their lips were sealed tightly together. Shenyu’s kiss was much more “sticky” and lingering than Ning Chen’s; it was a slow, agonizing friction.

Ning Chen’s hands on He Shenyu’s waist tightened, veins popping on the back of his hands. He was reaching his limit. He had wanted to let He Shenyu lead until the end, but if this continued, he would…

Ning Chen pressed closer to the table, pulling He Shenyu flush against his chest. Finally, he couldn’t take the gentleness anymore. He turned his head and took back control, reclaiming the initiative with an overwhelming, oppressive force.

It was a release of pent-up tension. If he let He Shenyu keep kissing him like that, the kiss would never end. He realized why he was reacting so strongly—He Shenyu kissed too gently, and every soft movement felt like a deliberate provocation.

“Mm…” Shenyu began to run out of breath. The kiss had gone on for too long. He tapped Ning Chen’s shoulder to signal him to stop, only to hear a strange, stifled sound escape his own throat. He felt mortified.

Ning Chen pulled back slightly, his lips hovering just inches away, his eyes locked onto He Shenyu’s face.

“That… that’s enough, right, Ning Chen?” Shenyu covered his own mouth with his hand. He couldn’t handle the sounds he was making; it had to stop.

Ning Chen stared at him intensely for a moment, then nodded slowly. He licked his heated lips, kissed the back of He Shenyu’s hand that was covering his mouth, and finally stepped back.

Shenyu breathed a sigh of relief, regaining his senses. “Time for breakfast, Ning Chen.”

“Okay,” Ning Chen’s voice was raspy. He let out a heavy sigh. “Shenyu, you go first. I need to use the bathroom.”

“Oh, okay. Hurry up.”

As He Shenyu prepared to hop down, Ning Chen supported him and lifted him off the table. “Go on. I’ll be there in a second.”

Ning Chen turned and walked stiffly to the bathroom. Once the door was shut, he pulled out his phone and typed into the search bar:

Why do I… when I’m kissing…

Ning Chen’s life had been sheltered and impoverished. His father died early, and his mother never spoke of such things. He didn’t spend his time on the internet like other guys his age; his knowledge of “those things” was limited to high school biology. Manager Cheng had dropped vague hints, but Ning Chen hadn’t watched the “materials” provided.

In fact, Manager Cheng had told him that his only job was to take his clothes off and let the patron handle the rest. But clearly, that didn’t apply to He Shenyu.

As he scrolled through the strange answers online, Ning Chen’s face grew redder. He opened his chat with Manager Cheng and finally downloaded the zip file he’d ignored before.

…

After that “out of control” kiss, He Shenyu noticed that Ning Chen no longer tried to kiss him even when they made eye contact. He was relieved—the straight man’s dilemma was solved. He felt Ning Chen was being “good” again, and he was very satisfied.

However, the peace didn’t last long. One morning, Ning Chen said, “Shenyu, I’m going to Country R with my professor for a competition. I’m not sure how many days I’ll be gone. Take care of yourself, and remember to use a blanket if you leave the AC on at night.”

“Oh, it’s time for that already?” Shenyu felt a bit sentimental. He’d known about the competition for a while, so it wasn’t a surprise. “You take care of yourself, too. You’re in a strange place, so stay close to your teacher. Don’t get lost…”

Ning Chen nodded. “Mhm. I’ll be good.”

After being practically glued to Ning Chen’s side lately, He Shenyu felt lost when he left. Even the housekeeper’s cooking lost its charm.

“Is Doctor He missing Little Ning?” she teased.

He didn’t deny it. “A little, I guess…”

Ning Chen was busy, and their video calls were short. Even at the hospital, He Shenyu was sighing so much his assistant finally snapped: “Doctor He, stop sighing! I keep thinking I did something wrong…”

“Sigh…”

No one understood. He had come to this world almost entirely for Ning Chen. Now that Ning Chen is gone, the world feels dull. His family and friends weren’t here, and the games in this parallel world weren’t the ones he liked. He was bored.

“Remember to buy Ning Chen’s return ticket,” he told his assistant.

“I know, Director. As soon as he gives me a date, I’ll book it and tell you.”

Shenyu waved him out and tried to focus on some medical journals. He hadn’t even finished a page when the door burst open.

The assistant ran in, waving his phone frantically. “Doctor He! There’s been a massive earthquake in Country R! The city where Ning Chen is… it’s the epicenter!”

“What?” Shenyu snatched the phone. As he read the official notification, his face went deathly pale.