The Gloomy Overseas Student Rewards His Hubby With Some Thirst Traps - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Little Yu

As soon as he walked out, Yu Yanshuang immediately spun around; he still didn’t want to miss the expression on Cyan’s face when he saw the text.

“Oof!”

Yu Yanshuang slammed hard into a literal wall of muscle. The bridge of his nose throbbed with a sharp ache, and tears welled up instantly, blurring his vision.

Before he could see who it was, he felt his forehead and chin cupped by a pair of hot, large palms. The rough texture of the fingertips grazing his jaw and brow made his nerves spike. He felt a wave of discomfort; being handled by an adult male was something he wasn’t used to at all.

He was about to swing his arms to push the person away when he heard a familiar voice: “Don’t move.”

It was Cyan. Despite his reluctance to admit it, Cyan’s distinct deep baritone and posh accent were another one of his trademarks. So many people claimed that if Cyan were willing to say a few words to them, they’d practically climax. Yu Yanshuang thought they were being dramatic, mostly because Cyan’s voice was something else he hated—it was the mark of a perfectly matured male.

Since moving abroad, forced independence made Yu Yanshuang feel like he was truly eighteen and entering adulthood, but compared to Cyan, he felt like he hadn’t become a “real” man at all. His own voice still hovered somewhere between adolescence and maturity, a fact that had troubled him for a long time. Thus, Cyan’s deep, magnetic voice became the second biggest reason Yu Yanshuang hated him.

The next moment, something cold and hard was pressed against his nose. Just as the relief set in, a rough finger slid over his lips, pressing with enough force that it almost slipped into his mouth.

Yu Yanshuang pushed the man away in a panic and took a large step back. As his vision cleared, he saw Cyan also knitting his sharp brows, using a handkerchief to wipe his fingers.

“Phew…” He breathed a sigh of relief. For a second, he thought Cyan had done it on purpose, but looking at him now, it was obvious Cyan found contact with another man just as distasteful as he did.

Yu Yanshuang didn’t want to interact with a sober Cyan any more than necessary, fearing it might jog the man’s memory.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

He tried to slip away, but Cyan grabbed his arm. “My grandmother was Chinese,” Cyan said in a low voice. “Your cursing earlier had quite her flair. It was interesting.”

Seeing that Yu Yanshuang remained silent, Cyan added, “That professor is a racist. Don’t take his words to heart. If you want to study, then study.”

Yu Yanshuang’s discomfort intensified. He didn’t want Cyan’s comfort; it only made him feel more pathetic. Yet, he didn’t dare snap back because, standing there, Cyan was nearly double his size. He had no doubt that if he provoked him, Cyan could kill him with one punch.

Lowering his eyes to avoid looking at Cyan, he said insincerely, “Mr. Bas, thank you for stepping in today. You’re a very good person. I have things to do, so I’ll be going now.”

Clearly wanting no further contact, he was relieved when Cyan finally let go. Yu Yanshuang hurried away, not daring to linger. He mentally cursed his own cowardice: Why didn’t I look him in the eye and say, ‘If you miss your grandmother, you can call me “Grandma” too’?

The only way he dared to annoy Cyan was by using his last name. He had heard Cyan hated it because the name “Bas” caused anyone who didn’t know him to treat him with instant, stifling respect.

In Chicago, everyone knew the Bas family. They started in shipping and now controlled half the hotels in America and countless other industries. Their name topped the donation lists of many universities—in fact, they were currently the number one donors to UChicago.

Cyan Bas didn’t want people using his surname because he didn’t want the family legacy to overshadow his personal friendships or relationships. When Yu Yanshuang first heard that explanation, he had called Cyan a hypocrite. Back when he was a wealthy heir, he loved being called “Young Master Yu,” but now, if anyone called him “Little Yu,” he’d lose his temper.

“Little Yu.”

He hadn’t even gotten far when he heard Cyan call out to him. Clenching his fists, he slowly turned around, forcing a smile. “What is it?”

Cyan dangled an ID card from his palm. “You dropped your card. It’s cute.”

You’re the cute one! I’m a man!

Yu Yanshuang gripped his fists, vowing to make Cyan pay. After taking the card and thanking him again, he walked away at a brisk pace, pulling out his phone to continue his texting campaign. Cyan was only being this peaceful because he hadn’t seen the photo yet!

He sent several more photos he’d snapped the night before: one was a strategic angle that made it look like they were kissing, others were just them holding hands.

He typed with such force the screen felt like it might shatter: [You don’t want anyone else to see these, right? Go to the Hilton tonight. Book a Presidential Suite. Have a blindfold and whiskey ready.]

Cyan stood in the corridor, looking down as Yu Yanshuang furiously edited and sent messages. His lips curled into a smirk. He switched to the original, unedited photo he had taken and studied Yu Yanshuang’s expression before glancing back at the boy walking away outside.

The unmasked photo looked much better. Upon closer inspection, he noticed a tiny, brilliant red mole right where Yu Yanshuang’s neck met his collarbone.

He was going to kiss it thoroughly tonight.

Cyan replied leisurely: [Who is this?]

Then, his smile widened, his fingers flying across the screen with mock desperation: [Don’t send those to anyone! And don’t ever do the things in those photos to me again!]

After sending it, Cyan looked down. He watched as the beautiful face that had been tense for so long finally broke into a triumphant grin. Cyan let out a soft chuckle.

…

Yu Yanshuang gripped his phone. A shame—he hadn’t gotten to see Cyan’s face in person.

Originally, his plan was just to toy with Cyan—make him book a room and let him wait there in a state of high anxiety while Yu Yanshuang stayed safely in his dorm. But after Cyan’s last text, he had a better idea.

He wanted to savor Cyan’s humiliated expression in person! He would take even more photos tonight and send them tomorrow. Cyan would surely have a total breakdown!

Because of his plans for the evening, Yu Yanshuang was unusually energetic during his shift in the kitchen, performing every task perfectly. He returned to the dorm in a state of high excitement to carry out the deal he’d made with Garcia.

The dorm was empty. He checked the time; it was past 2:00 PM. He had skipped another class for this, and Garcia was being incredibly tardy. Yu Yanshuang began prepping his clothes and his “kit” for the night.

Suddenly, he realized a major flaw: by letting Cyan pick the hotel, wasn’t he walking into a trap? What if Cyan brought his football teammates to jump him? But then again, Yu Yanshuang didn’t have the money to book a hotel himself!

Bang!

The dorm door was kicked open, followed by the wet sounds of intense kissing. Yu Yanshuang looked up instinctively, then looked away immediately.

Garcia’s date was practically in heat. The door wasn’t even closed; one hand was pinned Garcia while the other was already down the front of Garcia’s pants!

Yu Yanshuang felt a surge of disgust. The phantom sensation from the night before returned, and he unconsciously wiped his hand against his thigh again.

“Cough. Sorry, we didn’t know you were here.”

Yu Yanshuang glanced at the man, then looked away. It was Rodney—one of Cyan’s friends…

He was about to offend Cyan and scam Rodney with his roommate. He really was looking for a death wish.

Garcia’s jaw was clenched. He knew Yu Yanshuang was coming back; although he knew the odds of winning Yu Yanshuang over were low, he never wanted to be intimate with other men in front of him. But Rodney was like a beast—he loved public places, and his libido and aggression were terrifying.

Garcia felt like his health was failing him lately. Rodney had been handsy in the car and couldn’t wait a second longer once they hit the dorm door.

Yu Yanshuang quickly threw two sets of clothes into his backpack and said coldly, “Garcia, did you touch my cup?”

Garcia looked blank, but Rodney piped up quickly, “Sorry, that was me. I used the wrong cup. How about I buy you a new one?”

Garcia’s eyes widened. He realized what Yu Yanshuang was doing.

Yu Yanshuang shouldered his bag. “It was a limited edition LV x NBA collaboration cup. And… it was a memento from my late father. His favorite team.”

Remorse instantly flooded Rodney’s face. “Then… how about I compensate you $5,000? I am truly sorry, I thought it was Garcia’s.”

The cup was worth maybe $1,000 at most. Rodney had offered five times that amount, but it was pocket change to him. If he could get Yu Yanshuang’s contact info, it would be worth every penny.

Yu Yanshuang didn’t say a word. He had lost weight recently, and standing there with his head down, his dark hair obscuring his face, he looked so pathetic that Rodney felt a surge of pity. Rodney desperately wanted to pull him into a comforting embrace, but he knew the timing was wrong.

“Let me add you on social media so I can transfer it?” Rodney suggested.

Yu Yanshuang shook his head. “Forget it. It wasn’t on purpose. Give it to Garcia, and he can send it to me.”

A flash of disappointment crossed Rodney’s face. Before he could think of another way to get the boy’s number, Yu Yanshuang had already left with his backpack.

Garcia stood frozen. Out of Rodney’s line of sight, Yu Yanshuang flashed him a “2” with his fingers.

A second later, Garcia caught on. As soon as the door closed, he huffed, “Hmph. Even I don’t have a cup that expensive.”

Rodney laughed. “Fine. I’ll transfer $10,000 to you. Buy yourself whatever you want.”

But his interest had evaporated. His mind was full of Yu Yanshuang. “Call your roommate tomorrow,” Rodney added. “I’ll buy him dinner.”