The Arrogant Young Master Targeted by the Overbearing President - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Thank You, Boss

The low voice was like sandpaper sliding across a wall, roughly rubbing against Lu Siyang’s eardrums.

His body trembled involuntarily, a strange sense of satisfaction spreading through his four limbs and hundred bones.

Lu Siyang bit the tip of his tongue hard; the sudden metallic taste of rust filling his mouth cleared his mind.

He met the other’s ambiguous gaze and coldly replied: “No need.”

Seeing this, the man straightened his body, the corners of his mouth curling into an unreadable expression.

Lu Siyang had no time to worry about anything else now; he felt the tumbling heatwaves inside his body becoming more and more turbulent.

With his back against the elevator car wall, he used almost all his strength to stop himself from sliding to the floor.

The man looked straight ahead at the elevator doors. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, his arm was barely brushing against Lu Siyang’s; he could even feel the heat from the other man’s body continuously transferring to him through the shirt.

Lu Siyang felt as if he were out of control, as he subconsciously wanted to touch the man beside him.

As soon as he lowered his head, he could see the man’s tight thigh muscles wrapped inside the suit pants.

His throat felt increasingly dry, and a layer of fine sweat broke out on the tip of his nose; he simply closed his eyes.

But without sight, his sense of smell became even more acute.

That cold, sharp scent unique to the man seemed to turn into a finger that hooked his heartstrings, teasing his nerves and making him almost abandon all thought just to suck in the other’s scent.

Lu Siyang tightly gripped the suit jacket draped over his arm, his fingernails pinching until they turned white.

The distance of only two floors felt longer to Lu Siyang than the final five minutes of a class.

His gaze swept over the elevator buttons; he froze—the man actually hadn’t pressed the button for the first floor.

He reached out to press the floor button, but his wrist was grabbed by a hand with bulging veins.

The dry palm wrapped around the back of his hand, scorching him until he trembled.

Lu Siyang tilted his head back, his unfocused eyes seemingly covered by a layer of mist. He looked at the man beside him and forced a few words out from between his teeth: “Let go of me…”

The other lowered his head to brazenly look Lu Siyang up and down, taking in every bit of his current embarrassment and loss of composure.

“Do you need me,” the man curled his lips and asked again, “to help—”

The deliberately drawn-out emphasis and magnetic voice were like a scalding heatwave surging through his whole body.

It felt as if something were about to crawl out of his chest. Lu Siyang bit his lower lip in distress, his fingers painfully clawing at his shirt collar.

His legs could no longer support the weight of his body. With a bend of the knees, his body slowly slid down.

The man caught him by the waist, supporting his falling form and bringing him steadily into his embrace.

In an instant, the cold yet rich scent of sandalwood attacked him from all sides.

Lu Siyang twisted his body restlessly. The man’s hand, tightly clasped around his back, was like a blazing fire, getting hotter and hotter until it nearly burned him whole.

The next moment, he heard his own voice, laced with an impatient tremor: “…help… me…”

Intervals of cool breeze mixed with a faint scent of tobacco drifted into Lu Siyang’s nose.

Frowning impatiently, Lu Siyang reached his hand out from under the quilt and groped around the head of the bed, but he couldn’t find the bedside lamp switch.

He opened his eyes, his brain seemingly a bit sluggish.

Where… is this…

As he turned over to sit up, a sudden piercing pain came from a certain place.

His body stiffened, and he instantly snapped awake.

The unspeakable pain and the feeling of his whole body being run over explained what had just happened without exception.

…That man… right, the man in the elevator! Fck, he actually slept with a man he had never even met before?!

Lu Siyang lifted the quilt and looked down at his chest in surprise; his smooth, fair skin was covered in lingering, ambiguous marks…

He had a severe skin phobia and would resist any overly intimate physical contact from anyone; even skin that was touched would break out in a layer of unbearably itchy and painful rashes.

But why… why hadn’t he had an allergic reaction from the other’s touch?!

Enduring the pain, he sat up, only then discovering the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window admiring the night view next to the half-drawn curtains.

The other was shirtless, leaning against the half-open window frame. Beneath the swelling pectoral muscles occupied by tattoos, rows of abdominal muscles were neatly arranged.

The broad upper body abruptly tightened at the waist, presenting a perfect inverted triangle physique.

The man brought the cigarette between his fingers to his lips. The spark illuminated his sharp, cold, and hard profile. Within those half-drooped eyes, a layer of mist seemed to condense, making it impossible to peer inside.

Noticing Lu Siyang’s movements, the other turned his head, the stillness in his eyes instantly fading away.

The man stubbed out the cigarette and walked toward him.

“Fang Lv.” The man leaned down, his hands supporting him on either side of Lu Siyang. His low, husky voice sounded against the curve of Lu Siyang’s ear: “My name.”

As they made eye contact, he saw a thick, beast-like aura in the other’s eyes.

Lu Siyang’s back suddenly stiffened, and a powerful sense of pressure arose spontaneously.

He absolutely hated this feeling… this feeling of being targeted by a predator, about to become a prize in its bag…

He lifted his chin, meeting Fang Lv’s gaze without backing down.

Their eyes met, and the quiet air seemed to spark with the friction of a collision.

After a long while, Fang Lv gave a light chuckle and straightened up.

An action that resembled backing down made Lu Siyang feel much better. He grabbed the jacket on the bedside table, took a checkbook from the pocket, signed his name with a flourish, and handed the check over between two slender fingers.

On the surface, Lu Siyang maintained a calm and composed air, but the bouts of piercing pain in his butt made him feel like he was sitting on needles.

Because of his status, he was used to being held at the top and was always supercilious. Coupled with a severe mental phobia, it resulted in the fact that in the past twenty-four years, not a single person had been brought to his bed.

The dignified head of the Lu family and CEO of Lu’s Catering, who hung around scenes of sensual pleasures every day, was actually still a virgin—it would definitely be a joke if the circle found out.

Thus, President Lu, who valued face above all else, spent his days outside acting like a worldly playboy who had seen countless people, while in reality, his heart was as innocent as a primary school student’s…

Today’s accident made him extremely unhappy, but in front of outsiders, he still had to act the part.

Fang Lv seemingly hadn’t expected this move; a flash of surprise crossed his eyes before he took the check and curled his lips: “Thank you, boss.”