That Stupid, Pretentious Young Master Deserves To Be Punished - Chapter 3

As night fell, the bustling city awakened in the darkness. Neon lights flickered, dressing the entire city in a psychedelic cloak.

When Jia Yu was led to the entrance of a bar and his eyes touched upon the vibrant signage and the fashionable people moving in and out, he froze completely, his face full of disbelief.

Muffled drumbeats pounded against his eardrums, and the air was thick with the sticky, sickening scent of smoke and alcohol, making him feel dizzy.

He felt as though he had been burned; without hesitation, he turned to leave.

The Peacock intercepted him with agile speed, lifting his chin slightly.

“You are already here, so why not give it a try? Do not be foolish. In this world, making money is the right path; there is no shame in it. Besides, this pays daily. Think about the current economy; this is a rare opportunity.”

Jia Yu stood there motionless, a complex mixture of emotions flickering in his eyes.

He pressed his lips together in deep silence. He struggled internally; he truly did not want to end up sleeping on the streets tonight, and he refused to beg for help from friends in his old circle, as that would be too humiliating.

At that moment, the music thumping from inside the bar seemed to grow even more deafening, as if urging him to decide.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally bowed his head to reality and followed the Peacock inside.

Pushing the door open, the dim lighting of the private room left everything inside blurry. He could vaguely see men and women sitting on the sofa in various postures, with a pile of wine bottles spread across the table.

The male models who had entered stood in a row, and he stood at the very end. Seeing this scene, he was overcome with emotion.

Truly, life is unpredictable. One day you are on top, the next you are at the bottom.

He used to sit elegantly in a booth, tossing down his card to pick up the tab for the whole house, spending millions in a single night. Now, he had to rack his brains for a few hundred bucks for rent. The tides had truly turned.

Then, high tempo music blasted, and the models around him began to dance in rhythm. Jia Yu, standing quietly, was like a lonely island, completely out of place.

When the lighting normalized, someone spoke up: “Why is the one on the end not dancing?”

That voice was so familiar.

Jia Yu followed the sound and realized it was Shen Si Xuan.

A spark flashed through his brain, and he instantly realized what had happened. He turned his head to look at the Peacock with suspicion. This bastard had set him up!

The Peacock’s expression remained normal, as if he had not noticed Jia Yu’s scrutinizing gaze. He looked straight at Shen Si Xuan, neither humble nor arrogant: “This is a newcomer, still learning. Please do not give him a hard time, Mr. Shen.”

Shen Si Xuan stared straight at Jia Yu, a smile tugging at his lips. “Since he cannot dance, surely he can drink.”

As his gaze swept across the room, Jia Yu realized that many of the people sitting next to Shen Si Xuan were acquaintances.

Seeing him remain motionless, Shen Si Xuan called out again: “Come over here, Jia Yu. I have to call you Second Brother now, after all.”

Someone in a nearby booth chimed in: “Isn’t this the young master of the Shen family? Kicked out with nowhere to go, now selling yourself to pay off debts?”

“Drink with us too, young master.”

“Tsk, the famous Shen Jia Yu is here to keep us company. Have some awareness, hurry over and serve the real Second Young Master. A fake needs to know their place as a fake.”

The room was filled with mocking laughter, and almost every gaze in the room converged on him.

The Peacock patted him on the shoulder and whispered: “If you do not want to drink, do not. It is fine to leave; I will explain it to Mr. Shen.”

Jia Yu had intended to ignore this boring provocation, but hearing the Peacock say that made him feel particularly cowardly, as if he were afraid of Shen Si Xuan.

Jokes aside, he was the type who never feared a challenge and preferred to settle scores on the spot.

Taking a large stride, Jia Yu walked over and stood before Shen Si Xuan, looking down at him.

Shen Si Xuan still wore that mocking, mirthless expression, tilting his head back. Even in the dim light, one could see the playfulness deep within his eyes.

Their gazes met and instantly parted.

Bending down, Jia Yu picked up the glass of reddish liquid in front of him and downed it in one go. The room fell silent with his action; everyone was watching him.

The alcohol was strong, spicy, and harsh. The burning liquid scorched his throat down to his stomach, setting his internal organs ablaze. Honestly, it was truly painful, but he would not let his spirit falter. He could lose face in front of anyone, but not in front of Shen Si Xuan.

After the drink, the spiciness exploded in his mouth, and the alcohol burned through his blood vessels to his limbs.

Suddenly, he slammed the glass heavily onto the table with a loud crash. The crisp sound was abrupt in the quiet room, like a clap of thunder, making everyone’s heart tremble along with the table.

The room was deathly quiet. A tense, combative atmosphere spread rapidly, and everyone was on edge, as if waiting for a storm to break.

The air seemed to freeze, the tense atmosphere making it hard to breathe.

Everyone was watching their every move. In this oppressive environment, time seemed to stop, with only heavy breathing echoing in the air.

Shen Si Xuan was completely unaffected, maintaining his mirthless expression while swirling his glass: “Second Young Master, is this scene familiar? I still remember at the banquet at Wancheng, your group took turns forcing me to drink until I had alcohol poisoning and had to go get my stomach pumped.”

Jia Yu said nothing, looking down at him coldly.

“How you mocked me then,” Shen Si Xuan paused, smiling, but his eyes were chillingly cold.

“Calling me a poor boy, saying I relied on selling my body for contracts, that I slept my way to the top, spreading rumors about me, intercepting a 200 million order from me, forcing me to kneel before Second Master Mo, and drugging me to film threats.”

Shen Si Xuan stood up, lifted his hand with a smile, and poured the cold foreign liquor over Jia Yu’s head.

The red liquid ran down Jia Yu’s hair to his neck, eventually soaking his thin white shirt and revealing the skin beneath.

“Second Young Master, the tides have turned. Now I am the Shen family’s young master; you, however, are a stray dog.” Shen Si Xuan curled his lips in a cold smile.

Jia Yu pressed his lips into a thin line, his body trembling slightly, and choked out, “What is it, are you here to settle the score?”

The atmosphere in the room was terrifyingly heavy. Under the dim lights, the air seemed to become viscous, making it difficult to breathe.

Everyone was too scared to make a sound, holding their breath, afraid that a slight movement would break the chilling silence, their eyes fixed on the center of the conflict.

Shen Si Xuan laughed: “I am not like you lot, a bunch of villains.” He pointed to a glass of wine on the table: “Drink it, and we will call it even.”

Jia Yu did not move, his eyes burning with palpable rage.

Shen Si Xuan picked up the glass and handed it to him. “Do not worry, there is no drug in it; I am not as despicable as you.”

Jia Yu still did not move, looking straight into Shen Si Xuan’s eyes, the low pressure radiating from him seemingly freezing everything around them.

Shen Si Xuan smiled cruelly, forcefully pinching Jia Yu’s jaw to force his mouth open, and poured it in.

“That is how you drink, Jia Yu.”

Caught off guard, Jia Yu’s throat convulsed as he swallowed several gulps. He looked up, his eyes narrowed as he stared at Shen Si Xuan. In the dim light, his chiseled features looked like a sculpture, cold and hard.

Shen Si Xuan felt a surge of satisfaction; after lying dormant for so long, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

The red liquid ran down his mouth, soaking his large white shirt, the fabric clinging to his body revealing fair skin and outlining the smooth, sexy lines of his chest muscles, even the pink tips showing faintly.

Everyone in the room stared at Jia Yu, the sound of several people swallowing particularly audible.

Shen Si Xuan’s hand paused, his expression turning grim. He slammed the glass onto the floor, where it shattered into smithereens with a loud bang, glass splashing everywhere. He roared: “Get out!”

Turning his head, within seconds, he returned to his mirthless expression. “Jia Yu, are you seducing me again?”

No one answered him.

Jia Yu hunched over, clutching his burning throat, coughing a few times. A deep, magnetic voice echoed in his ear: “You are no longer the young master of the Shen family. Your enemies will jump out one by one to drink your blood and strip your bones. Tell me, can this body of yours handle it?”

Feeling the gaze sweeping over him, Jia Yu looked up, his eyes clouded with mist from coughing, his lashes flushed red, his gaze brushing over Shen Si Xuan. “That is not your concern.”

Shen Si Xuan pinched his chin with one hand, forcing Jia Yu to look up, his voice hoarse: “Jia Yu, do not look at me with those eyes.”

Swiping Shen Si Xuan’s hand away, Jia Yu stood up to leave, but a sudden force pulled him back down onto the sofa.

“Jia Yu, this drink is not finished yet.”

Shen Si Xuan poured another glass and forced it toward Jia Yu’s mouth.

Jia Yu kept his lips sealed, struggling to push him away.

Shen Si Xuan grabbed both of Jia Yu’s flailing wrists, raising them above his head, pinning him to the sofa. He stood up, hunched over, and jammed a knee between his legs, continuing to force the wine into Jia Yu’s mouth.

Jia Yu was completely swallowed by Shen Si Xuan’s shadow. He struggled violently, but the red wine spilled everywhere.

Shen Si Xuan had strange strength, his hand like an iron claw, firmly restraining the man beneath him. Jia Yu, a 182cm tall man, could not break free at all.

Fire seemed to be erupting from his eyes. After being caught off guard and forced to swallow several mouthfuls, Jia Yu’s face was a mix of flushed red and pale white, his body like a volcano about to erupt. He stared at Shen Si Xuan with hatred; he truly wanted to kill him.

His phoenix eyes narrowed, like a bay of autumn water veiled in mist, tears of physiological reaction hanging from his lashes. His face was flushed, his eyes blurred by the alcohol, a picture of collapsing jade. Shen Si Xuan’s eyes darkened, his throat suddenly dry.

Suddenly, moving the glass away from Jia Yu’s lips, Shen Si Xuan tilted his head back and took a gulp himself.

Released, Jia Yu hunched over, clutching his mouth and coughing. His lungs and throat felt as if they had been set on fire.

Against the light, Shen Si Xuan looked down at the disheveled beauty on the sofa, the glowing screen behind him casting a halo of light around him.

His face, set against the light, was obscured. He slowly lowered himself, plunging into the darkness.

Holding Jia Yu’s chin, forcing him to lift his head, he bit Jia Yu’s lip maliciously. As their lips met, he transferred the wine into the other’s mouth. Jia Yu swallowed instinctively, eyes glazed for a moment, but in the next second, his tongue was bitten, not too hard, not too light.

Reflected in Shen Si Xuan’s sharp, peach blossom eyes was Jia Yu’s dazed face.

He launched a more aggressive assault, their hot lips intertwined as he invaded every inch of space in Jia Yu’s mouth.

It was not until Jia Yu, finally coming to his senses, bit down hard, filling his mouth with the scent of vegetation and blood, that Shen Si Xuan was forced to break the kiss.