That Stupid, Pretentious Young Master Deserves To Be Punished - Chapter 2

His chest heaved violently as he clenched his teeth, struggling to suppress his volatile emotions. Looking Shen Youlin straight in the eyes, he said calmly, enunciating every word, “I do not carry the Shen surname anymore. My surname is Jia, and my name is Jia Yu! What right does your Shen family have to manage me? Get lost!”

Shen Youlin’s expression was as dark as a brewing storm. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his temples throbbed with pain.

“Shen Jia Yu, mind your tone! I am still your older brother. Do not force me to take action here.”

“What? You want to use family law on me again? Then go ahead!” Jia Yu pulled out his IV needle. A few drops of blood bloomed on the crisp white sheets, a piercing, vivid red. He leaned in toward Shen Youlin, his eyes unfathomable, and a cold, cruel smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He reached out and patted Shen Youlin’s cheek, leaving a few streaks of blood behind. “Come on then, my dear big brother.”

With blood smeared on his face, Shen Youlin’s eyes widened in rage. As one of the power brokers of City A, he had always stood above the rest. When had anyone ever dared to treat him this way? Only Shen Jia Yu.

He swiped Jia Yu’s hand away. “Shen Jia Yu, you are being too insolent.” He signaled to the bodyguards in black suits standing outside the room. “Bind the young master and take him back.”

Before anyone could react, Jia Yu vaulted over the bed, shoved the window open, and stood precariously on the ledge.

“Shen Youlin, guess if I dare to jump a second time?” Jia Yu turned his head to look at his brother, his smile both cruel and beautiful, like a bloodthirsty rose.

In that instant, everyone froze, staring at his movements.

Seconds later, the patient in the next bed began frantically pressing the call button, and Shen Youlin’s secretary stepped forward, whispering urgently.

Jia Yu took in everyone’s expressions. In truth, his emotional outburst had only lasted a few seconds. By the time he pushed the window open, he was completely calm.

He would not jump to his death. He had seen it with his own eyes. When that person said he would die, he truly did it right in front of him. The memory of brains splattered across the ground still filled Jia Yu with disgust and terror. Even now, he dreamed of that scene in the middle of the night.

Doctors and nurses rushed into the room, ushering the Shen family members out and keeping a distance of several meters while patiently trying to persuade him.

Jia Yu did not move. He just watched the window quietly. The cold wind whipped the curtains, creating a swaying arc, and the dancing shadows made his silhouette look even more desolate.

Si Xuan stared at that familiar back, his heart suddenly tearing with pain. He lunged forward, hugging Jia Yu from behind and pulling him back onto the bed. Only then did he realize that this Second Young Master, who looked as beautiful as a Greek sculpture, had tears streaming down his face, crying silently and calmly.

His emotions broke like a dam, flooding out. Jia Yu could not stop them, momentarily forgetting to push the man away.

Last month, Jia Yu’s childhood friend had colluded with the person he had secretly loved for years to set him up, forcing him into bankruptcy and drowning him in twenty million in debt, nearly sending him to prison for life.

Last week, the parents who had raised him for twenty six years reclaimed their biological child, his arch nemesis. They called Jia Yu an interloper, kicked him out, and forced him to leave with nothing.

Three days ago, the biological mother he had yearned for died in Jia Yu’s bed the moment they finally met.

He had nothing left. Everything he possessed had vanished in an instant. Living in City A now made him feel like a joke.

He did not understand! He did not understand at all!

Si Xuan held Jia Yu tightly in his arms, turning his face to kiss away the tears. “Baby, please stop crying. If you feel wronged or miserable, then hit me or curse me, but please stop crying.”

Wiping the tears from his face, Jia Yu pushed Si Xuan away. He walked barefoot up to the doctor: “Doctor, I want to be discharged.”

As the doctor began to offer soothing words, Jia Yu cut him off: “Now, immediately! Do not make me say it a second time!”

Si Xuan’s voice came from behind: “Doctor, just listen to our young master. I will take responsibility for his safety.”

After completing the paperwork, Jia Yu walked out without looking back.

He was naturally a focal point in any crowd, and dressed in a hospital gown, he was even more conspicuous. He strode forward, ignoring everyone’s stares.

Suddenly, his wrist was grabbed. “Second Young Master, where are you planning to go?”

“None of your business.” Jia Yu pulled away from Si Xuan, spitting out the cold, heartless words.

“Oh? Do you have money or a phone? Are you planning to fight a homeless man for a spot under the overpass tonight?”

Jia Yu paused, repeating the same words: “None of your business!”

“Alright,” Si Xuan curled the corners of his mouth. “I remember someone’s phone, which was soaked in water, is still with me. It seems it can still be turned on.”

Jia Yu stopped and turned to look at him. “Give it to me!”

Si Xuan raised an eyebrow. “Kiss me once, and I will give it to you.”

Jia Yu’s clenched fists trembled. His brows furrowed tightly, eyes filled with rage as he glared at the man. This was simply bullying. Even though he was down on his luck, he would not let this wild dog climb on top of him. Who did he think he was?

“Keep dreaming.”

Beauty in anger is still stunning. Skin white as snow, eyebrows sharp as blades, the corners of his eyes flushed pink from crying. Because of his anger, his long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings. His sharp phoenix eyes tilted slightly upward, making the mole beneath his eye look even more alluring. Simply world class beauty!

Being glared at by those gorgeous phoenix eyes satisfied Si Xuan’s sadistic streak. He finally did what he had been craving.

He gripped Jia Yu’s chin, leaned down, and planted a kiss on those full lips.

Smack!

His left cheek was met with a loud, ringing slap, leaving a visible five fingered print. Si Xuan did not seem to care at all; he even let out a low laugh, savoring the taste. So fragrant and sweet!

The warm sensation still lingered on his lips. Jia Yu felt utterly repulsed. “I do not mind killing you first.”

Ignoring the madman, Jia Yu turned and walked away.

But the next moment, his feet left the ground. Jia Yu was shocked; he had been hoisted onto someone’s shoulder! He began to struggle wildly. “Damn you, put me down! What are you doing!”

Si Xuan simply smacked Jia Yu’s rear. The dull sound made Jia Yu’s face turn crimson. He gritted his teeth and spat out: “Fuck, I am going to die with you!”

“Come with me, I will give you the phone.” Si Xuan chuckled, his tone rising with a hook. “Second Young Master, do you know what you looked like just now?”

Jia Yu hammered his back several times. If he were not so weak, he would have fought the man to the death.

Si Xuan’s amused voice drifted down from above: “You looked like a pig being held down to be slaughtered for the New Year.”

“You!”

Si Xuan’s home was in a very ordinary apartment complex, so ordinary that Jia Yu began to suspect there was some hidden secret; it was completely inconsistent with the setup of a Shen family heir.

Opening the door, he found it was truly just a normal apartment: two bedrooms, one living room, decorated extremely simply.

The white walls had no extra decorations, and the wooden floor, while clean and tidy, was slightly worn. A set of simple sofas and a small coffee table sat in the living room, with a few potted plants placed randomly in the corners, adding a touch of vitality to the somewhat monotonous space.

Of course, living with his arch nemesis was a disaster for Jia Yu. So, the moment he stepped inside, he pulled a long face, full of disdain. He walked straight to the sofa, plopped down, and said coldly: “Give me the phone.”

Shen Si Xuan brought over a cup of hot water unhurriedly, opened the medicine bag from the hospital, and set the pills on the table. “Take your medicine first.”

Jia Yu frowned, picked up the water, and downed the pills without hesitation. He repeated: “Give me the phone.”

“Go take a shower and change your clothes first; the smell of disinfectant is too unpleasant.”

Shen Si Xuan turned and walked into the bedroom, quickly bringing out a set of clothes. “They are all new. Do not mind them, Second Young Master.”

Jia Yu snatched the clothes and walked into the bathroom expressionless.

When he opened the bathroom door again, steaming hot air billowed out like a cloud. Jia Yu wiped his damp hair with a towel, and suddenly, the scent of food wafted through the air. Looking up, he saw Shen Si Xuan already cooking. Shen Si Xuan did not turn his head as he said: “Drink some porridge first. Only when you are full will you have the strength to kill yourself.”

Jia Yu walked to the table, drank the porridge in silence, set the bowl down, still wearing a sour expression, and said again: “Give me the phone!”

Shen Si Xuan smiled and said in a relaxed tone: “Why do you not rest for a while, Second Young Master?”

Damn, he is pushing his luck!

Jia Yu exploded, leaping to his feet. The sound of the chair scraping against the floor was loud. Anger colored the corners of his eyes red as he glared at the man across from him, roaring: “Shen Si Xuan, are you playing me for a fool!” Leaving behind a vicious threat, he headed toward the door without looking back.

“Alright, alright, here is your phone. Calm down, young master.” Shen Si Xuan chased after him in a few strides.

After getting the phone, Jia Yu went straight out the door and started looking for a job.

He was truly penniless. His cards were blocked, his money was gone, the assets in his phone were frozen, and his remaining property was buried at the bottom of the river. With nowhere left to turn, even a young master had to face reality. He decided he had to find a job tonight.

He wandered aimlessly along the street, checking the Help Wanted signs in front of every shop. Glancing casually, he saw a sign in front of a milk tea shop and pushed the door open. “Are you hiring?”

The female clerk was busy processing an order with her head down. Hearing the cold, magnetic voice, she looked up, and her pupils immediately dilated. Oh my god, the guy in front of me is handsome, unbelievably, god like handsome.

She stuttered as she asked: “You, you want to come here as a clerk? You are not kidding, are you?”

“Do I look that bored? I really need a job right now.”

The female clerk exchanged glances with the other employee, their eyes filled with suspicion. “Ah, you really want to work here?” She emphasized the word here heavily.

After all, a handsome man suddenly wanting to work in a place with a monthly salary of five or six thousand? It looked like a prank no matter how she sliced it.

Jia Yu repeated himself. Seeing the two of them still stammering, he knew he should talk to the owner. After deciding, he resolved to come back tomorrow and check again.

Just as he stepped out of the shop, a light breeze blew past. At that moment, a man blocked his path. Jia Yu frowned slightly and stopped.

It was a man dressed like a peacock, wearing a floral shirt, his hair meticulously styled, and a heavy scent of cologne clinging to him.

He was also waiting for his milk tea, holding a receipt.

Jia Yu tilted his chin slightly, asking with a flat tone: “Yes?” The man’s eyes sparkled with excitement instantly, looking him up and down with intense admiration and amazement.

“Excuse me, I just overheard your conversation,” he said, his voice laced with eagerness. “I want to ask, are you looking for a job? If you are, would you be willing to be a male model? With your looks, you would make a lot of money, do little work, and have total freedom.”

Jia Yu paused slightly. A male model? Like a male mannequin?

To be honest, Jia Yu looked decent. His face and build were just enough to pass for elite standards, though the circle mocked his face as pre renovated and his brain as an empty house. He actually hated people bringing up his looks.

But things being what they were, he had to rely on his face to eat; truly, the tides turn.

Jia Yu thought about it and agreed. Is it not just taking photos and wearing clothes? If you have hands, you can do it.

He was dead wrong.