The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 48

Chapter 48

When Yu Yanshuang woke up in a daze, he realized Sain was dressing him.

His mind wasn’t fully clear yet, and he had forgotten they were still in the middle of a fight. Subconsciously, he leaned his head against Sain’s chest: “What are you doing…”

Sain picked him up in a bridal carry, rubbing his jaw against Yu Yanshuang’s head. With his lips curled upward in a look of satiation, he said, “You’re quite well-behaved at a time like this.”

Yu Yanshuang jolted awake, instantly remembering their quarrel. He glared at Sain: “You stupid American.”

Instead of getting angry, Sain lifted his chin slightly, his smile becoming even more radiant.

They took the elevator down, left the hotel, and boarded a bulletproof Cadillac. Sain even made Yu Yanshuang wear a bulletproof vest.

Earlier, when they had first left the school, Old Bath might have been soft-hearted enough not to actually hit Sain. But now, Sain had leaked years of collected dirt on every branch of the Bath family to the major media outlets. This information would deal a massive blow to the clan.

Prior to this, the Bath family was deeply tied to the Church, building a sterling reputation through charitable works. During the freezing Chicago winters, many people survived thanks to the shelters run by the Bath family’s churches. Decades of word-of-mouth and media coverage had given them an excellent public image.

But today, it was all exposed: the heir was gay, and various family branches were embroiled in sex scandals, illicit profiteering, and even using charity as a front for disgusting activities.

The business empire Old Bath had built was crumbling today.

Sain, keenly aware of the importance of controlling the narrative, had long ago seized control of the Bath family’s media mouthpieces and assembled a private intelligence team. The secrets he still held in reserve were enough to leave people speechless.

The documents, neatly organized, were currently sitting in front of Old Bath and Sain’s father. It was enough to keep them overwhelmed, giving Sain enough room to find a place to hide and begin his counterattack.

Sain had his own troubles. His electric car project—intended to strike at the oil-based foundations of the family—was forced to launch early. Because Charles was prepared, government inspections and “non-compliance” notices arrived at Sain’s factory. If not handled correctly, Sain’s hard work could be snatched away by others. Furthermore, his other companies were being hit with various search warrants.

…

When Sain finished his immediate tasks and looked down at Yu Yanshuang, who was sleeping on his lap, he noticed something was wrong.

Yu Yanshuang’s cheeks were flushed with an unnatural feverish hue, and his forehead was covered in sweat. Pressing his forehead against Yu’s, Sain finally realized he was indeed running a fever. He felt the boy’s slender neck, wondering momentarily if he had simply overdressed him.

Yu Yanshuang, dizzy and dazed, felt Sain’s hand sliding down his neck toward his stomach. Just as he tried to force his eyes open to scold him, the car stopped. The door was pulled open, and a blast of cold wind rushed in.

He heard a female voice, sounding somewhat older, speaking in Chinese.

“Sain.”

The hand squeezing Yu Yanshuang’s stomach immediately stiffened, fingers pressing flat against his skin, unmoving.

Yu Yanshuang squinted one eye open to peek. The woman standing outside had white hair tied high in a bun and wore red semi-rimless glasses. Her sharp eyes were paired with an oval face. She was dressed provocatively yet elegantly—a black trench coat over a tight, off-the-shoulder sweater dress.

Her movements were crisp and her aura powerful.

Bang.

The car door shut, and the vehicle rocked as she climbed in. Yu Yanshuang instinctively closed his eyes, and Sain’s hand slowly retracted.

“Grandmother, why are you here?”

“I’m hiding in the manor your grandfather bought for me—the one I like most. He won’t come here to make a mess, and no one else dares to barge in. Sain, you certainly know how to pick a spot.”

The grandmother sighed. “Hand this boy over to me. You can fight the Bath family however you want, but don’t drag him into this. You’ve already done something that has incited public rage.”

“No way,” Sain refused flatly.

“He doesn’t even love you!”

Sain replied without changing his expression, “He cares about me. He’s afraid of losing me. That’s why he leaked the news to announce our relationship; he’s afraid I’ll get married in the future and leave him. He cried quite bitterly about it.”

Yu Yanshuang gnashed his teeth. He wanted to scream at Sain for being so narcissistic, but curious about their conversation, he remained silent, pretending to sleep while waiting for a better time to curse him out.

His grandmother looked troubled, quickly realizing why Sain thought that way. “Sain, that view of love is twisted. Just because I deal with Old Bath doesn’t mean I love him.”

“Is the cold way my parents interact called ‘love’ then? Grandmother, you bore two children for Old Bath.”

Grandmother flared up instantly. “That’s because your grandfather was despicable! He intentionally poked holes in the condoms! He did it twice!”

“But you never left him.”

The grandmother was nearly driven to a headache by Sain’s stubbornness. Even if she left, Old Bath would follow. Their decades of entanglement had left a deep, pathological mark on their descendants.

It had passed down to Sain. While Ash might still hold back out of a sense of familial love, Sain—who had never been loved—was ruthless. The dirt he released was enough to shake the family’s very foundation.

Regretfully, she said, “Back then, because I was fighting with your grandfather, I didn’t pay attention to your parents. One used you as a tool to prove he wasn’t inferior to Ash, and the other used you as a tool to try and escape the family.”

“Yu Yanshuang is only eighteen. He hasn’t even lived a third of his life. It’s unfair for you to tie him to your side,” she sighed. “I love you, Sain. Don’t be so extreme. What you are doing now is too ruthless; it will end up hurting him.”

Sain looked down at Yu Yanshuang, stroking his cheek. After a long silence, he replied, “Grandmother, to you, I was also a tool—a way to compensate for your coldness toward Uncle Ash.”

The grandmother froze, unable to find a word of defense.

Because Charles was neglected, he turned to religion and forced Sain to be a devout follower. By the time she noticed little Sain’s situation, he had already become a master of disguise. Even she was fooled for a long time, thinking he was a rare “normal” gentleman in the Bath family. It wasn’t until she discovered he had coldly framed another young congregant for his own mistake that she realized he had “grown crooked” and took him in to care for him.

She often couldn’t tell if Sain’s smiles or concerns were genuine.

“Grandmother, I don’t mind. I’m satisfied to receive the compensation Ash never got. But could I ask you—the only person I respect—not to take away the person by my side?” Sain said softly.

Yu Yanshuang peeked again. He had always thought Sain was lucky—rich, an only child, an heir, and talented. Was Sain… just like him?

The moment his eyes opened a sliver, they met Sain’s downcast grey eyes. They were cold, devoid of sadness. Yu Yanshuang’s heart skipped a beat, and he squeezed his eyes shut again.

He felt Sain’s thumb grazing the soft flesh of his cheek. It was a gentle touch, but it made him nervous.

Seeing Sain’s protective gestures and his seemingly sad expression, the grandmother recalled the incident with Sain’s favorite pony when he was a child. A friend of Charles’ son had wanted to ride it. As a “gentleman,” Charles told Sain to let the other boy have a turn. Sain had agreed with a smile.

Grandmother said, “Let me talk to him. Go take a look at your old pony, okay? Have you forgotten? Back then, I refused on your behalf. I’ve always been partial to you, haven’t I?”

She knew how strong Sain’s possessiveness was. If that child had ridden the pony, Sain would have found a way to kill the animal later.

“Besides, he looks sick. Dragging him around like this is bad for his health,” she added.

She truly wanted to make amends. After years of fighting Old Bath, the descendants were all broken in different ways. She hadn’t stepped in for Ash and Chu Siqing, which led to Ash nearly losing his ability to walk. Now that she was older, her heart had softened.

Sain sighed. “Once he’s better, you must send him back to me.”

Grandmother nodded. Sain carried Yu Yanshuang into her car. Before leaving, he kissed Yu’s forehead and whispered in his ear, “Don’t think about having Grandmother help you run away.”

Yu Yanshuang’s eyelashes flickered, but he turned his head away, still pretending to sleep. Sain chuckled and pinched his cheek before walking away.

…

The Aftermath

When Yu Yanshuang woke up again, he was on an IV drip. The familiar family doctor was nearby.

“You should rest for a few days,” the doctor said as the grandmother entered. “Your grandson is going to wear this boy out.”

Yu Yanshuang’s ears turned red. He tried to change the subject: “Can you tape a piece of cardboard to my left hand? I’m afraid I’ll move and the needle will break inside.”

The grandmother smiled warmly. These small habits were so childlike; she felt he was truly too young at eighteen. She allowed the doctor to do as he asked and ordered a bowl of hot porridge.

“Shuangshuang, I’m glad to meet you. You are quite beautiful; no wonder Sain likes you so much.”

It was late afternoon, and the golden light made the sickly Yu Yanshuang look fragile. The grandmother had intended to send him away, but seeing Sain’s reaction, she decided to talk to the boy first.

Yu Yanshuang blinked. “Is that so? I don’t care about his ‘liking’ me.”

“I’m curious,” Grandmother said, amused. “Why did you do what you did? Now your relationship is… ambiguous. I imagine you don’t like being called gay.”

“Ambiguous?”

Yu Yanshuang got his phone back from the grandmother. It wasn’t what he expected. Despite having a recording of Sain promising to let him be the “Top,” the rumors hadn’t played out in his favor. Because he had been caught on camera limping after Sain caught him, everyone assumed he was the one on the receiving end.

He was so angry his fever practically vanished. It seemed Sain was handling everything just fine; he hadn’t gotten his revenge at all!

The grandmother laughed. “You silly child, why use such a self-destructive tactic? You’ll be eaten alive by Sain.”

However, Yu Yanshuang’s expression changed as he read the comments online:

“Wow, this Chinese boy is amazing, he actually landed Sain.”

“He’s beautiful. He’s famous in the gay community, just too cold to approach before.”

“No wonder Sain carries his bags and goes to class with him! He’s got Sain wrapped around his finger.”

Yu Yanshuang felt a bit of pride. People thought he was “amazing.” But then he saw another post about the scratches on Sain’s back, implying their “night” was intense. His face went flat. That had to be one of Liu Xuexu’s friends…

“Shuangshuang? Why are you… happy?”

He immediately put on a serious face and acted spoiled. “Grandmother, can I call you that?”

“Of course.”

“Grandmother! Sain lied to me and bullied me. He’s so bad. Do you know what his weakness is?”

Grandmother clenched her fist. Sain’s methods were worse than Old Bath’s—threatening people with videos? She had to send the boy away. “This is the best time to leave. Don’t you want to be far away from him?”

Yu Yanshuang looked lost. “Can I really run away? Where would I go?”

He had no home. Even the truck driver who looked after him had a family to return to. He was always alone.

“England? China? Anywhere. I can’t guarantee Sain won’t find you later, but you’d have a chance to think for yourself. You’re too young.”

China… England…

If he left, he’d be alone again. But if he stayed, wouldn’t Sain think he couldn’t live without him? Yu Yanshuang sighed. He wouldn’t let Sain have that satisfaction!

“I’ll go… but give me some time to think, Grandmother.”

Two days later, Yu Yanshuang was much better. He was at the manor, happily riding a gentle white pony. He looked elegant in his riding gear, enjoying the slow pace.

He had decided to go back to China. He spent his time reading Discord threads about how he “conquered” Sain. He wanted to reply that Sain didn’t love him, only his body, but he held back to protect his “Golden Beauty” persona.

Sain arrived in a rush, looking disheveled after days of fighting his father and grandfather. But seeing Yu Yanshuang looking so happy and “pristine,” Sain ducked inside to shave and change. When he reappeared, he looked like a perfect knight on a large black horse.

Yu Yanshuang tried to ride away, but the white pony—the offspring of Sain’s childhood horse—obeyed Sain’s whistle and trotted right over to him.

Sain scooped Yu Yanshuang onto his own horse.

“Yu, you really are charming. My grandmother never interferes, yet she used Old Bath’s resources for you.”

Sain hadn’t slept, dealing with his mother’s nagging and his father’s attacks. He was furious that Yu hadn’t replied to his messages and that his grandmother had tried to ship him away.

“Hmph! You better know it! I have backing now,” Yu Yanshuang said defiantly. But as he leaned against Sain’s chest, hearing the strong, steady heartbeat, his own heart seemed to sync up. The aimlessness of the past few days vanished.

Sain sneered, pinched Yu’s cheek to make him pout, and gave him a loud, forceful kiss.

“Sain! Let go! Or I’ll tell Grandmother!”

“Is that all the spirit you have?” Sain laughed, kicking the horse into a gallop toward the hilltop. His voice was thick with desire and command against the cold wind: “Go ahead and tell her. Let’s see if I can f*** you until you can’t run, or if she can save you first!”