The Sickly Beauty is Too Good at Seducing - Chapter 12

Shen Que’s fingertips brushed over the pair of bells hanging from the anklet, rolling them lightly between his thumb and forefinger. His hand then slid down Shen Congbai’s calf until it firmly gripped his thigh, only then shifting his gaze to Shen Congbai’s face.

Once he was certain that Shen Congbai’s eyes were fixed entirely on him, a thin smile curled on Shen Que’s lips. He used his free hand to reach toward the boy’s waist, sliding it inward along the curve where the waist met the hip.

Realizing what he intended to do, Shen Congbai quickly sat up to scramble away, but this movement only served to pin Shen Que’s hand completely beneath him.

The smile on Shen Que’s face deepened. The sensation beneath his palm was like a pool of water; with the slightest movement, Shen Congbai seemed to melt into him.

Shen Congbai began to cry in a thin, weak voice. He was far too delicate; even though he had dated Feng Yu for so long, they had never crossed the line like this. It was enough to make him nearly forget who he was.

“It’s so scary… sob…”

Shen Congbai had never realized Shen Que’s fingers were so long until now, the first time they had caused him such significant hardship. His face flushed a deep crimson, and he cried until he nearly lost his breath.

Shen Que acted as if he didn’t see the boy’s pitiful state. His index finger even seemed eager to try more, probing again and again.

Terrified, Shen Congbai didn’t even dare to cry out loud. He gripped both of Shen Que’s wrists at once, tears streaming down in large droplets. “I was wrong, Brother. Brother, please don’t do this.”

“Please love Wuwu. Wuwu hurts so much.”

Shen Que lowered his eyelids. His deep features looked like those of a perfect statue devoid of joy or sorrow as he scrutinized the boy.

“Am I ‘loving’ Wuwu, or does ‘Wuwu’ hurt?”

Shen Congbai’s lips brushed frantically against his, occasionally darting out his tongue like a kitten to lick away the moisture lingering there, trying to curry favor. “Wuwu knows he was wrong. I want Brother to love Wuwu.”

Fearing Shen Que didn’t understand his meaning, he recklessly tilted his body to show exactly where he was uncomfortable. “Brother, I’m not feeling well. Can you let go of me first? Sob… I’m uncomfortable.”

He had been pampered by Shen Que for over twenty years; he had rarely even suffered a fall, let alone this kind of hardship. Having his softest place exposed and subjected to such malicious punishment all at once made him feel as if he might faint.

Shen Que supported the boy’s swaying upper body, helping him straighten his back. That simple movement, however, brought another uncontrollable sob from Shen Congbai.

Shen Que sighed, carefully licking the tear tracks off Shen Congbai’s face. “Wuwu is lying again.”

Shen Congbai’s spine stiffened. Then, the large hands on his waist clamped down and pressed him downward. His cries vanished instantly, and he made an absolute mess of Shen Que’s clothes.

Shen Que asked in a low voice once more, “Do you really know you were wrong?”

“I know. I’ll never go looking for Feng  ugh!”

Shen Que asked knowingly, his fingertips moving slightly, “Looking for who?”

Shen Congbai shook his head in a total breakdown. “I won’t look for anyone. I only want Brother. Wuwu only wants Brother.”

“So good.” Shen Que stroked his head and finally let him go.

Shen Congbai went limp almost the instant Shen Que withdrew his hand. Even when Shen Que carried him into the bathroom to bathe him, his chest was still heaving, his breathing yet to stabilize.

He accepted Shen Que’s service as a matter of course. On one hand, he thought maliciously that Shen Que deserved the trouble for making him angry; on the other, he was truly frightened. He clung piteously to the man’s arm, silently rubbing his tears off on his sleeve.

Shen Que was amused by these “angry-but-silent” little gestures. Just as his hand moved toward the boy again, Shen Congbai looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, covering himself and shrinking back.

His eyes were as red as a rabbit’s, looking utterly aggrieved. “I already said I was wrong, why are you coming at me again?”

Shen Congbai choked back a sob. “It must be broken. It hurts so much. You can’t do it anymore.”

Shen Que gave a short laugh. “What is Wuwu thinking? I’m checking to see if you’re injured so I can apply medicine for you.”

Shen Congbai shook his head frantically. “I’m not injured. I’m fine.”

Tears went pitter-patter as they fell. “It won’t swell and it doesn’t hurt. It felt… very good… sob…”

It felt like I was being poked through; how could it possibly feel good? Shen Que was a bad man, even more over-the-top than Feng Yu. Fortunately, he had softened up early; otherwise, if Shen Que had used two fingers, he definitely would have bled.

Shen Que nodded. “Good to hear you’re okay. Stand up, let’s get you dressed.”

Shen Congbai was exceptionally obedient, doing whatever he was told—until it came time to put on his pants. Then, the tears started again.

While Shen Que was bent over lifting the hem of the pants, Shen Congbai pressed his hand down on the man’s head, refusing to let him rise. All his suppressed anger exploded at once as he cried and scolded:

“You bastard! Sob… If I tell you to check, you should check! Your fingers are so long, you definitely broke something. You bad thing! The skin must be torn, it hurts so much!”

He grabbed Shen Que’s hair, hitting and thumping him. Shen Que patiently waited for him to tire himself out from crying before picking him up in that same position and carrying the exhausted boy back to the room.

Shen Que spread him open and looked carefully. Once he confirmed there was no skin damage, he turned his attention to the pitiful Shen Congbai. He pinched the boy’s chin, skillfully using a wet wipe to clean away the tear tracks.

“Crying so piteously?”

“Hmph!” Shen Congbai turned his head away, his voice still trembling with anger.

Shen Que held him, looking at his puffed-out cheek, and suddenly laughed. This caused Shen Congbai to glance at him in confusion.

Shen Congbai had been like this since he was a child; whenever he was angry, he would puff out his face and ignore everyone. Shen Que would hold him on his lap to coax him. Back then, Shen Congbai was so tiny holding him was like holding a sheet of paper, weightless. The moment Shen Que would speak, the boy would feel wronged and start his “wuwuwu” crying.

It happened so often that Shen Que began to mimic the sound while coaxing him. He discovered that as soon as he mimicked the boy, Shen Congbai would start to giggle. Over time, it became their tacit understanding: whenever Shen Que said “Wuwu,” he was coaxing Shen Congbai.

Remembering the past, Shen Que’s eyes softened significantly. He buried his face in the crook of Shen Congbai’s neck, greedily inhaling the scent of the boy’s skin.

“There’s a banquet tomorrow. Will Wuwu accompany Brother?”

Shen Congbai silently rolled his eyes. “I… I have to go!”

He gripped Shen Que’s hand, which had already moved back to his thigh, and blinked innocently, changing the subject: “Brother, I’m hungry. Can you cook a bowl of noodles for me?”

Shen Que was successfully sent away, but Shen Congbai asked for the phone to “play games.” Without blinking, he entered his own birthday as the passcode and swiped straight to Feng Yu’s contact, dialing it immediately.

As he waited for the other side to pick up, Shen Congbai glanced guiltily at the crack in the door, his heart clenching with nerves. The ringing tone felt exceptionally long.

“Hello?” The call connected, but it wasn’t Feng Yu’s voice. It was a crisp, youthful male voice.

Shen Congbai frowned. Shen Que and Feng Yu were business partners; it was impossible to have the wrong number. He asked patiently, “Where is Feng Yu?”

“Are you looking for Brother Feng?” the boy asked shyly. “He’s drunk and has already fallen asleep. You can tell me if there’s anything, and I’ll let him know when he wakes up.”

Shen Congbai hung up with a cold face.

I’ve been punished by Shen Que for so long because of him, yet Feng Yu is out there finding someone else the moment we said we were done. Shen Congbai felt a surge of sadness. What is this? A seamless transition to a new lover?

Tu Zhi was right all men are bad.

Xu Xiaobai tilted his head in confusion when the call was cut off, only for the phone to be snatched away.

Feng Yu stared into the boy’s eyes. The questioning words he was about to speak got stuck in his throat. He said coldly, “Why are you still here?”

Xu Xiaobai knelt at his feet, dutifully handing over some sobering medicine. He spoke cautiously, “Brother Feng, thank you for saving me. Otherwise… my mother’s medical bills would definitely…”

His eyes reddened; he didn’t dare think further.

Feng Yu didn’t take the medicine. He let the alcohol ravage his brain, trying to suppress the image of that person.

“Get out. Don’t show your face in front of me again.”

Xu Xiaobai panicked. He had heard of Feng Yu long ago the only son of the Feng family, a man of immense power. Now that he had finally managed to get close, how could he let the opportunity go?

“Brother Feng, are you throwing me away?”

Feng Yu massaged his aching forehead and closed his eyes in irritation. “I don’t want to repeat myself.”

Xu Xiaobai was frightened by the sudden hostility radiating from the man. With red eyes, he retreated from the room, his gaze filled with reluctance.

How could he easily let go of such a high-quality man?

He slowly traced his own face with his fingertips. This face had cost him almost everything he had just to make it fifty percent similar to Shen Congbai’s. If he didn’t win over Feng Yu…

Xu Xiaobai shuddered. The image of that man’s crazed eyes flashed in his mind. If he failed the mission, what awaited him was a return to the hellish days of his past.

He had had enough of those days.