The Sickly Beauty is Too Good at Seducing - Chapter 13

Port A.

Inside a seedy, chaotic underground tavern, drunkards could be seen curled up on the damp floor at every turn. The place was awash in neon lights and a foul, decadent stench, while countless men and women, lost in a frenzy of revelry, swayed their bodies with abandon.

Crash!

A short, stout man was kicked into the middle of the dance floor, causing a wave of chaos.

Li Lao Liu, ignoring the searing pain in his back, struggled to rise and flee through the scattering crowd. However, the moment he stood, someone kicked him squarely in the back of the knee. With a sickening thud, his knees slammed into the ground. Under the immense force, his lower leg twisted into a grotesque, unnatural angle, and the man lost consciousness instantly from the pain.

Jiang Yan slowly wiped the bloodstains from the back of his hand. His long, pale fingertips looked exceptionally ethereal against the contrast of the crimson blood.

“Hand him over to Shen Que. Tell him this is the explanation I’m giving him.”

“Yes, sir.”

Only after the man was dragged away did the crowd silently shift their gaze to this individual.

No one knew who was backing Jiang Yan, but in less than three years since his arrival, he had completely seized control of the Shen family’s power at the port. Relying on his ruthless and treacherous methods, he had gradually swallowed the influence of other families in Port A, becoming the master of this chaotic land step by step.

In the midst of their thoughts, a gaze as cold as a venomous snake swept lightly over them. A chilling shiver ran down their spines, and the temperature of the entire underground tavern seemed to drop instantly.

Jiang Yan stood in the center of the crowd, bathed in the purplish-red neon light from above. His features were deep and chiseled, his pupils reflecting the colors of the light. His biracial features and towering height made him look like a Western vampire noble, his eyes flickering with a dangerous glint.

Like a child playing a malicious prank, he tilted his head slightly and spoke wickedly, “Do you all want to give me your eyes to play with?”

Seeing the terrified expressions on their faces, he curled his lip in boredom. “Let’s go. It stinks in here.”

Just as he turned to leave, Jiang Yan suddenly paused. He tilted his head to look at a miniature camera mounted on the wall. The black lens lay in wait, silently recording the panoramic view of the tavern.

The expression on Jiang Yan’s face went flat. Without looking back, he ordered, “Tear it down.”

Hardly had the words left his mouth when his phone vibrated.

Shen Que’s face appeared on the screen. Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes and let out a cold laugh. “Something on your mind?”

“Did you catch him?”

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes languidly, staring blankly at the ground. “Mm.”

Shen Que: “Once you find out where the items are hidden, send them to the port immediately.”

“…”

Silence hung in the air for a moment. Shen Que looked at his face and suddenly asked, “Why did you send those tulips?”

The smile on Jiang Yan’s face broadened. “Did he like them?”

“Haven’t I warned you? Don’t even dream of getting close to him again,” Shen Que said coldly. “You’ve already gotten what you wanted. Why do this?”

“Pfft…” Jiang Yan suddenly clutched his stomach and burst into laughter. “Young Master Shen, human greed has no bottom. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being so gullible back then actually giving up Port A just to get him a ‘Young Master’ title.”

His eyes were cold and indifferent, his voice eerily bone-chilling. “A bouquet of tulips nearly took his life. This Young Master is still as delicate and hard to raise as ever.”

“Ugh…” A sudden sound came from the doorway. Shen Que hung up the phone. When he opened the door, no one was there.

Shen Congbai clutched his bruised forehead and fled the scene in a panic.

He had only come up to ask Shen Que when they could leave the banquet, never expecting to stumble upon him on the phone with someone else.

Thinking of the conversation he just overheard, Shen Congbai’s heart constricted. It was Jiang Yan. He sent those flowers. He actually hates me enough to want me dead.

It made sense. He used to order Jiang Yan around like a servant and had occupied his place for over twenty years. If positions were swapped, he too would want to skin the other person alive.

But what did Jiang Yan mean? What did he mean by “giving up Port A for a Young Master title”? What had Shen Que been hiding from him?

In the midst of his racing thoughts, footsteps echoed behind him. The third floor of the banquet hall wasn’t a place regular guests could access; it had to be Shen Que catching up.

His heart jumped. In a flurry, he found a room and ducked inside.

The footsteps outside gradually faded. Shen Congbai breathed a sigh of relief, only to look up and lock eyes with Feng Yu, who had just stepped out of the bathroom.

Feng Yu looked as if he had just showered; his hair was wet and clumped into strands. Shen Congbai’s gaze followed a single droplet of water as it fell from the tip of Feng Yu’s bangs, plummeted downward, and landed on his full, powerful pectoral muscles.

Shen Congbai swallowed hard. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over the defined lines of the man’s abdominal muscles, catching a hurried glimpse of a certain muscle group below the navel, mapped with veins.

How does it look even bigger than it did three years ago?

“Have you seen enough?” Feng Yu asked tonelessly.

Shen Congbai’s face turned beet-red instantly. He snapped back stubbornly, “…Who—who’s looking at you? Shameless!”

Feng Yu silently wrapped a bath towel around his waist. Seeing Shen Congbai standing by the door with a flushed face, he suppressed the urge to grind his back teeth.

“What are you doing here?”

Shen Congbai picked at his nails. He couldn’t exactly say he had accidentally trespassed while hiding from Shen Que that would be too embarrassing.

He replied vaguely, “Just passing by.”

Remembering something, Shen Congbai’s eyes widened. “Why are you taking a shower!”

“And not wearing clothes!”

Doing this in someone else’s house… he had no “male virtue” at all!

Feng Yu sat on the edge of the bed. Water droplets continued to fall from his hair, leaving a noticeable damp patch on the sheets. He leaned back slightly on his hands, a movement that made his smooth muscle lines appear even fuller.

Feng Yu’s eyes were obscured by his hanging hair, his wildness restrained. He tilted his head back slightly to look at Shen Congbai. “What does it have to do with you whether I wear clothes or not? You’re overstepping, Little Master.”

“…” Shen Congbai covered his nose and muttered, “Who’s trying to manage you!”

How did this person train his muscles? How can they look so good?

“Is that so? Then I’ll trouble the Young Master to avert his gaze. You’ve been staring at my… for a long time.”

“After all, we are strangers now. I still need to remain chaste for my future partner.”

Shen Congbai’s heart felt a sharp pang of pain. He thought again of the male voice that had answered the phone. The question was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

Asking an ex-boyfriend if he had found someone new was too humiliating; people might think he actually cared.

He said offhandedly, “You’re right. We should keep our distance. My eyes will only be for my husband in the future!”

As if I can’t find a man too!

“Then I’ll wish the Young Master a happy wedding in advance.”

Happy wedding my foot! Shen Congbai was fuming. Is he wishing me a quick marriage just to cover up the fact that he moved on so fast?

Feng Yu added fuel to the fire: “I’m going to change now. If the Young Master has nothing else, you can leave my— ugh!”

Shen Congbai suddenly stepped forward and delivered a sharp kick to his shin. His small face was flushed with rage. “Bah! Scumbag!”

Feng Yu grabbed his ankle in one hand, his expression one of pure astonishment. “Are you crazy?”

“You… you’re the one who’s crazy!” Shen Congbai was so angry his voice took on a crying quality. “You couldn’t wait to find a man right after the breakup. Who knows if you have some disease! No wonder you restrained yourself so much back then and refused to touch me was it because you’ve used it too much and felt ugly and insecure?”