The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 51

Chapter 51

The lake at the manor had frozen over with a thick layer of ice.

Grandmother was leading Yu Yanshuang across the surface, huffing and puffing as they bored a hole through the ice.

“What kind of fish do you want to eat?”

Yu Yanshuang thought for a moment. “Bass, maybe?”

“Alright, I’ll have someone release some bass in here next year. Today we can only have brook trout or rainbow trout. Let’s see which one I catch,” Grandmother said.

Yu Yanshuang nodded obediently. The thick layer of white snow reflected the light, making his face appear even more porcelain-clear. As Grandmother dug the hole, she glanced at him and felt a surge of energy—what a beautiful little fellow.

He was nothing like the rest of the Bath family, with their stiff tempers, unreasonable attitudes, and bull-like stubbornness. Even Chu Siqing wasn’t like this; Grandmother and Chu Siqing chatted occasionally, but Chu was a person with her own firm ideas, always heading straight for her goals. Grandmother never had to worry about Ash bullying her.

Yu Yanshuang was different. At first glance, he looked intimidating: thick black hair, long dense lashes, and black, sparkling eyes set in an upward tilt. His skin was of the extreme whiteness of fine porcelain. The contrast between black and white was striking; when he wasn’t smiling, he looked aloof and hard to provoke.

But once he opened his mouth and you spent time with him, you realized he was easily swayed and lacked any malice. Just yesterday, he had been leaning against the window watching Sain walk the old horse outside, only to turn back and ask Grandmother: “Maybe he should sleep in a room tonight? He looks like he’s going to sleep in the stable.”

Grandmother hadn’t known whether to laugh or cry. She couldn’t tell if Yu Yanshuang actually hated Sain or not. Was it pity? Or was he just fundamentally kind-hearted?

In the end, she had put on a serious face and said: “Don’t feel sorry for men, especially Sain. He…”

She had intended to say something bad about Sain, but she held back. She truly liked Yu Yanshuang and felt a bit resentful that her grandson was so inept at winning the boy’s heart.

Finally, she had said: “Sain is a master of disguise. If you can’t figure him out, just assume he’s the worst kind of person. In short, he likes you, so he won’t let go no matter what you do. You might as well try to make yourself happy.”

CRACK.

A heavy chunk of ice fell into the lake, splashing water everywhere. Yu Yanshuang, who was busy processing Grandmother’s words about Sain liking him, didn’t move in time and let out a startled cry.

“So cold! So cold!”

A large splash of water slid down his neck and into his collarbone. Yu Yanshuang rubbed his chest, trying to use his sweater to dry the droplets that were winding their way down his skin.

“Hahaha! Go change, come back in a bit!” Grandmother laughed heartily at the sight of the half-soaked, miserable-looking Yu Yanshuang.

The next moment, a fish trying to jump out of the water splashed a huge glob of water right into Grandmother’s mouth.

“Pah, pah, pah!”

“Hahahaha!!” Now it was Yu Yanshuang’s turn to double over with laughter.

After they had both finished laughing, Grandmother said seriously, “Go change first, or you’ll catch a cold.”

In her eyes, Yu Yanshuang was fragile—he had arrived with a fever, and the family doctor had mentioned him being “hollowed out.” She was convinced he got sick easily. Even the winter clothes she had ordered for him were layered several times over.

Yu Yanshuang found it a bit clumsy to dodge water in such heavy clothes. He realized both Sain and Grandmother shared the same “fear” that he was cold, insisting on wrapping him up like a cocoon. He felt perfectly healthy—his fever had lasted only a day—but seeing Grandmother’s concerned gaze, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Fine, I’ll go change.”

Grandmother smiled with satisfaction. As he hurried off, she called out, “Shuangshuang, walk slowly! Don’t trip!”

Yu Yanshuang blinked, then turned around and started running fast, trying to sound tough: “Grandmother, I am a grown man!!”

She watched his tall, slender silhouette run off, his mid-length black hair fluttering in the cold wind. He was too thin, she thought sadly. She had only told him to walk slowly, but for a split second, she thought she saw his eyes turn red.

She had heard from the butler that his parents were dead and he had a “perverted” brother targeting him. She had felt deep pity then. But after Sain’s scandal broke, she—being a trendy grandmother with over ten million TikTok followers—had easily found the online discourse and realized the butler had been exaggerating on someone’s orders. She knew exactly who had told the butler to mention Yu Yanshuang to her.

Still, those parents and that brother might as well be dead for all the good they did him. She felt even more for the boy, being targeted by a shark like Sain. She sighed. If she could, she wanted him to stay here, coming over on weekends to rest and going to school normally during the week. Such a good child.

…

By the time Yu Yanshuang reached the villa entrance, his throat stung from the cold wind. He leaned on his knees to catch his breath, and the first thing he smelled was Sain’s scent. A pair of leather shoes appeared before him. He instinctively stepped back and looked up.

He gave a small “tsk.” Sain was back to looking “civilized” again.

Yu Yanshuang was bundled up tightly: a down jacket over a vest, over a sweater, over a turtleneck. Grandmother called this “Ultra-Warm Trendy Boy Style.” Sain, meanwhile, wore a simple black overcoat over his usual vest and shirt, his hair perfectly parted. He looked mature and sexy.

He looked the same as always, but it suited him too well—broad shoulders, long legs, a tall frame, and a deceptively handsome face. No one would guess that once the clothes came off, he was like a madman.

“I’m not doing it!” Yu Yanshuang instinctively made a “No” gesture.

Sain chuckled. Having had his fill yesterday, he wasn’t feeling so predatory. He flipped the script: “Why do you think about that every day?”

He reached out to pull Yu Yanshuang along. “Come on, follow me to the study.”

Yu Yanshuang dodged. “For what? Why haven’t you left yet?”

“Final exams are coming. Do you want to fail?”

Yu Yanshuang’s eyes widened, and he immediately deflated. “I’ll be there after I change.”

When Yu Yanshuang came down, Sain was already sitting in the study, waiting. Outside the wall-to-wall windows were dark green fir trees. Sain sat at the desk with his laptop. Clothes really make the man, Yu thought. In his expensive, stiff overcoat, sitting in the low-key yet luxurious study filled with books, Sain looked like a total “refined scoundrel.”

Yu Yanshuang dawdled and made a point of leaving the study door wide open.

Sain acted like he didn’t notice. “Come look at your study schedule.”

Yu Yanshuang picked a chair far from him, but as he went to sit, Sain pulled him right into his lap. Even though it was freezing and Sain wasn’t wearing much, his body heat was scorching. Even through thick layers of clothing, Yu could feel the heat radiating from him.

Sain rested his head on Yu Yanshuang’s shoulder until their cheeks almost touched. He took Yu’s hand to control the mouse. “You’ve fallen too far behind. The essay I helped you write hasn’t been submitted for regrading yet. You need to work harder and strictly review the materials I’ve prepared, understood?”

Yu Yanshuang almost blacked out. He had to wake up at 6:00 AM to study, with every minute of eating and digestion planned out until midnight. Looking at the dense documents for review, he couldn’t help but complain: “It’s your fault! You kept dragging me to sleep every day!”

Because it took so long every time, he ended up sleeping for ages afterward. To deal with Sain, he had skipped classes, taken leaves, and ignored his books. Love truly affected one’s studies.

Yu Yanshuang shook his head violently. Who’s in love with Sain? Our relationship is called… He couldn’t think of a word. Friends with benefits?

Before he could find a label, he noticed a cup next to the computer. His eyes widened. “Sain… you… you got my cup back from Rodney?”

“Take a look.” Sain didn’t answer directly, his eyes fixed on Yu’s face, catching every micro-expression.

Yu Yanshuang hadn’t expected the cup he tried to get rid of—the one he told Rodney was his “father’s heirloom”—to be brought back by Sain. It looked newer? He hadn’t used it much; someone had just shoved it into his suitcase when he moved to America.

“You definitely bought a new one,” Yu Yanshuang said with certainty. Who knew what Rodney had done with the old one? Sain would surely find it disgusting and wouldn’t let him use it.

Sain’s gaze was heavy. Yu Yanshuang could tell at a glance it wasn’t the same one?

Sain had retrieved Yu’s things from Rodney long ago. He had found the initials of Yu Yanshuang and Yu Chenzhou hidden on the bottom of the original cup, along with a heart. He had found it laughable—such “little man” behavior. He had destroyed it immediately and ordered a new one with the initials of Sain and Yu Yanshuang, without that ridiculous heart.

Yu Yanshuang lost interest and put the cup down, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “Are you implying my life is a ‘cup-tastrophe’ (tragedy)? Do you want me to fail?”

Chinese wasn’t Sain’s native language; it took him a few seconds to process the pun (the word for “cup” is a homophone for “tragedy” in Chinese). Since Grandmother only spoke Chinese and everyone here followed suit, Sain did too. Even though he had no accent, complex puns still required a moment of thought.

“Yes, if you fail, you really won’t be able to go back to China. That would be nice,” Sain laughed ambiguously.

Heartless bastard, Yu thought. He leaned back to create distance, glared at Sain, and held up three fingers. “I swear, I will study hard and go back to China to get away from you as soon as possible!”

Sain, already certain that Yu Yanshuang couldn’t bring himself to leave, patted the boy’s rear. “Fine. I’ll have Grandmother supervise you. I’ll come back to spend Christmas with you.”

“You’re leaving?” Yu Yanshuang asked in surprise, then immediately switched to a joyful expression. “You’re really leaving?”

The sun must have risen in the west. Sain was actually willing to leave him alone?

Sain ground his molars and said with mock ferocity, “What? Do you want another round?”

Yu Yanshuang: “…… Get out. And I don’t celebrate ‘foreign devil’ holidays. Don’t come looking for me on Christmas.”

“Then I’ll come on December 25th just to do it,” Sain rephrased.

Yu Yanshuang glared at him. Sain was smiling, his eyes slightly crinkled, staring at him intently.

So gay.

Yu Yanshuang looked away, suddenly realizing this was the first time they were alone together after their intense “session.” The house was quiet; the usually bustling butler and servants were nowhere to be seen.

Sain held him tight again, resting his head on Yu’s shoulder. His stiff hair tickled Yu’s jaw. He always wanted skin-to-skin contact. Being so close, his ear brushed against Yu’s cheek—it was cool.

Yu Yanshuang remembered Sain’s burning ears in the cabin. He shifted his eyes. If Sain’s ears turned red again, he was definitely going to make fun of him.

An idea struck. He suddenly turned his head and kissed Sain on the forehead.

Sain stopped all his small movements—playing with Yu’s fingers, stroking the soft skin of his waist. After a long while, he lifted his eyelids to look at Yu. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his grey eyes grew dark. “Do you want to do it?”

Yu Yanshuang stared at Sain’s ears. He waited, but they didn’t turn red. He said, somewhat disappointed, “Can’t you think of something innocent? This is just a… reward for helping me with the review materials.”

But Sain continued to stare, his eyes heavy as if expecting something. It made Yu Yanshuang feel increasingly awkward. Expecting what… another kiss? He wouldn’t. He only did it to see if the ears would turn red.

Yu Yanshuang raised his voice: “Fine, let go. Grandmother is waiting for me to fish.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a sudden “surge” inside. He glared at Sain, struggling to get off his lap, his own ears turning red with anger. “We were talking normally! Why are you always… up?!”

“I won’t touch you. Just let me hold you for a bit.” Sain tightened his arms, refusing to let him go.

He could see that despite his lack of restraint earlier, Yu Yanshuang seemed fine. He had checked him afterward. Last night, he had been puzzled; he had tried to be careful and slow, even when he wanted to move faster, yet the boy had ended up swollen. Now he understood: the “hesitation” and stopping had actually caused more friction and dryness.

Sain looked at Yu Yanshuang secretly and pulled him closer. He realized now that out of the seventeen times the boy had cried, most were from actual pain.

They held each other quietly. Yu Yanshuang gave up struggling, as moving only seemed to encourage Sain. He let himself be held, his eyes scanning the room out of boredom. He suddenly noticed the “Last Updated” time on the laptop document was two hours ago.

He looked at Sain’s face. Sain was leaning against his shoulder, eyes closed. Yu couldn’t tell if he had stayed up late or woken up early. Even if they stayed up until 3:00 or 4:00 AM, Sain always looked perfectly refreshed the next morning. It was like he never got tired.

Yu Yanshuang snorted quietly and reminded him: “You know, a man has a limited number of ‘shots’ in his lifetime. You’re going to have a miserable old age.”

“Don’t worry. Even if you can’t get it up, I’ll still make you feel good,” Sain chuckled, his voice low and magnetic.

Yu Yanshuang realized with a start that, compared to Sain, his “count” would run out even sooner. Before he could respond, Sain raised an eyebrow. “So, you’re considering doing it with me for a lifetime?”

“Just leave already!” Yu Yanshuang ground his teeth. “Sain, your Chinese is so good, it’s a waste to stay in America. Go to China and be a stand-up comedian.”

He jumped off Sain’s lap and landed on the marble floor. He turned back to add: “Go make a fool of yourself in China soon.”

Having spoken his native tongue for a few days, Yu Yanshuang’s wit had returned. Sain blinked, unaffected. “What does ‘make a fool of yourself’ (literally ‘Foreign appearance’) mean?”

Yu Yanshuang stared. The “Foreign Devil” didn’t understand the slang! His quick tongue was useless! “It means people like you!” He turned to walk away.

Sain stood up, casually pulling his coat closed to hide his “state,” and followed him. “Perfect, little master. Walk me out.” Sain squeezed in beside him, taking his hand. His palm was so large it could completely envelop Yu’s fist.

Sain was much taller and nearly twice as broad as Yu. Even though the corridor was wide, he insisted on crowding Yu Yanshuang until the boy was practically walking against the wall.

Yu Yanshuang was helpless. In terms of strength and stamina, he was no match. He could only say without much threat: “Sain, you really have thick skin!”

Since they were both heading the same way—Yu to Grandmother and Sain to the exit—it wasn’t really “walking him out.”

“Aren’t you walking me out right now?” Sain pointed out happily.

At that, Yu Yanshuang made a move to jump out the window instead. Sain immediately laughed and caught him by the waist, half-dragging him to his car. “Give me your hand.”

Without waiting for a response, he took Yu’s wrist, forced his fist open, and placed a car key in his palm.

Yu Yanshuang knew what it was at a glance. “What… you don’t want me to study?”

“That’s right, little Yu. Have some fun here,” Sain teased.

Yu Yanshuang lifted his chin. “Even if I play, someone as smart as me will learn everything in an instant.” He wagged a finger at Sain. “I won’t fail.”

Sain’s eyes crinkled. “I’ll look forward to it then.”

An assistant nearby looked anxious, pointing at his watch. Sain calmed him: “What’s the rush?”

When he turned back, Yu Yanshuang was already gone. He looked up to see the boy striding toward the bike. Sain’s lips went flat, and he stepped forward to grab Yu’s wrist.

Sain knew Yu was young. Though they were only two years apart, Sain’s goals had always been clear, while Yu was still unformed. Yu was easily influenced by those around him—hanging out with societal types had made him pick up a smoking habit; playing with dangerous electric bikes because his mentor’s kids did it just to look cool. In America, with Garcia, he had gone along with the plan to fleece Rodney just because he was told to.

He was mindless, and expecting him to stay for Sain on his own was a pipe dream. But it didn’t matter. Sain would pull him back.

Sain pulled him close to give instructions: “Yu…” He paused. Yu was rebellious; he had to speak in reverse psychology. “Learn a lot from Grandmother.”

“I don’t need you to tell me that,” Yu Yanshuang said as if it were obvious.

“……”

Rare. He wasn’t being contradicted. Sain pinched Yu’s cheek. “Fine, study well, and follow her lead seriously, okay?”

“I’m not going to listen to you. I know what I’m doing!”

Yu Yanshuang was in a hurry; Grandmother had been waiting in the cold. Sain rubbed Yu’s soft palm. He couldn’t resist; he grabbed Yu’s neck, pulled him in for a heavy kiss on the lips, and finally let go.

Seconds later, the boy had run off. Sain stood by the bulletproof Cadillac, watching Yu Yanshuang happily ride the newly bought Ducati V4S along the snowy slope toward the lake.

…

At the lake, Grandmother was setting up a phone tripod.

“Quick, quick! I just caught one, I was waiting for you,” she whispered, waving him over.

Yu Yanshuang’s bike had been so loud he was sure the fish were gone. He ran over and looked at the phone. “What are you doing?”

“Recording a beautiful moment.”

She grabbed him, and together they held the rod—one at the top, one at the bottom—and smiled at the camera as they pulled the fish up. Once it was out, Yu noticed the fish wasn’t very lively. He suspected Grandmother had already “recorded the beautiful moment” several times on her own.

Sure enough, she frowned at the video. “No, your smile is unnatural. Let’s do it again.” She went to put the fish back in the freezing water.

This fish… looks like it’s dying… no wonder it can’t run.

Yu Yanshuang was shocked. He noticed the hook had gone through the fish’s mouth because it had been too eager for the bait. He cooperated with her for two more takes. This time, Grandmother’s smile became forced. “Ouch, my face is frozen from smiling.”

As they gripped the rod together again, Yu turned to her. “Grandmother, do you know why when A and B went to call a taxi, only A got in?” [1]

Grandmother paused. As they pulled the rod together, Yu said: “Because it was an Armored car.”

As the fish came up, Grandmother finally got the joke and burst into laughter until she cried. Seeing her satisfied smile as she watched the video, Yu Yanshuang breathed a sigh of relief.

“Great! I’m going to post this on Facebook and TikTok.” She picked up her phone. “You fish for a bit while I pick some music.”

Yu Yanshuang rested his chin in his hand, thinking about his own Facebook. When the news about Sain broke, he had found that no one believed he was the “Top,” so he had quietly deleted that recording. Damn it. He had then posted a video of himself taking a sharp turn on his bike as a distraction. Though people praised him for being cool, he was still annoyed that his “smear campaign” had failed.

Grandmother edited quickly and posted the video, tagging Yu Yanshuang’s account. Compared to him, she was a true internet celebrity—the wife of a former Bath family head, stylish, and looking young enough to be his mother. She had tens of millions of followers. Yu Yanshuang’s follower count, barely in the hundreds of thousands, exploded.

The comments were strangely consistent:

“Grandma, is this your grandson-in-law?”

Grandmother actually replied: “No, he’s my newly acquired grandson! Isn’t he pretty? Isn’t he cute? Isn’t he handsome?!”

Yu Yanshuang: “……”

She had said “grandson”… His ears turned bright red. He grabbed some snow to cool his fingers and rubbed his ears.

Grandmother, satisfied after several rounds of chatting with netizens, looked at Yu Yanshuang. He was smiling happily, looking down, too shy to meet her eyes.

So obedient! If Sain could really be with him, she could keep him here longer. Even though she had told Yu she could send him away, she wasn’t sure herself, especially now that Sain was on guard. It was good that Yu wanted to stay. He had to be here until finals, anyway.

Finally, she decided to go for it. She looked at him: “Shuangshuang, Sain is very difficult to deal with. How about I teach you a trick?”

“Teach me how to dump him?” Yu Yanshuang’s eyes lit up. Grandmother was no ordinary person; she wouldn’t prank him like Garcia. This had to be master-level advice.

Grandmother coughed. “Well, I never managed to dump your grandfather… but regardless of how you and Sain end up, I can teach you a way to handle him! At least it’ll make him suffer and never dare to bully you again!”

Revenge was practically Yu Yanshuang’s instinct. He slapped his thigh, eager to start. “Yes, yes, yes! I want to learn! I want to see him suffer most of all!”

…

On the other side of town, the assistant was reporting to Sain.

His boss was the most goal-oriented person he had ever met. Since he started following him, Sain’s goal had always been to take over the entire Bath family. He was ruthless, stopping at nothing. The assistant had never seen him soften—not even when cousins cried or uncles knelt. He threw them in jail or made them bankrupt without a hint of mercy.

He was invincible, but lately, things had become tricky. The assistant reported with frustration: “They’re trying to apply for a court warrant for your arrest. They’re claiming you desecrated God by pretending to be a devout follower while planting a bug on the priest’s phone.”

They held all the secrets the most “devout” Bath relatives had confessed to the priest.

Sain waved it off. “They have no evidence.”

“But… if this gets out, your reputation will suffer…”

Sain gave a dashing smile. “Isn’t that perfect? Once I take over the family, I’ll be the ‘sinful gay man’ who is their new God.”

The assistant’s face changed from anxiety to a smile of anticipation, imagining the faces of those homophobic old-timers.

But as Sain listened to the conversation between the old woman and the young man through his earpiece, his smile froze.