The Sickly Beauty is Too Good at Seducing - Chapter 19

When Shen Que answered the call, the first thing he saw was Shen Congbai’s disheveled state.

The boy was wearing nothing but a man’s shirt that didn’t belong to him. It hung loosely off his shoulders, faintly revealing two pink points beneath the fabric. His long, snow-white legs were draped over Jiang Yan’s waist, and he was curled unconsciously against the man’s neck, his eyes closed and his mind lost to stupor.

Shen Que’s gaze lingered on the scraped corner of Shen Congbai’s mouth before slowly shifting to Jiang Yan. “Are you looking for death?”

Jiang Yan acted as if he hadn’t heard the question. He idly toyed with Shen Congbai’s thick eyelashes, speaking as if to himself: “Isn’t he beautiful? Especially when he’s lying in my arms so obedient and lovely.”

Shen Que’s chest heaved violently as he suppressed his mounting rage. “A person like you is unworthy of even thinking about him.”

“A person like me?” Jiang Yan pulled Shen Congbai closer. The young man let out an affectionate whimper, as if dissatisfied with the noise, and buried himself deeper into the man’s embrace.

“Shen Que, have you forgotten? We both have the blood of the Shen family flowing through our veins.”

Shen Que let out a cold laugh. “You, a mere bastard, dare to compare yourself to me? If I hadn’t brought you back to the Shen family, you’d still be rotting in some alleyway waiting to die.”

Jiang Yan remained unmoved. The smile on his face grew thicker, making his handsome features appear somewhat terrifying. “In that case, I really should thank you, ‘Big Brother.'”

Jiang Yan’s fingers slid down slowly, hooking the hem of Shen Congbai’s shirt and flipping it open. The silky material immediately slid off his smooth shoulder, exposing a large expanse of snow-white, lustrous skin.

Mixed with the crackle of electronic static, Jiang Yan’s voice sounded eerily distorted: “If it weren’t for ‘Big Brother,’ I might not have made it this far. Thank you for sending me to Port A, so that I could see him again.”

As the words landed, Jiang Yan licked the injured corner of Shen Congbai’s mouth and trailed his tongue down the smooth, slender neck, sucking heavily on the boy’s delicate collarbone.

The sound of skin on skin reached Shen Que’s ears. His expression grew darker by the second, and the temperature in his office plummeted. Seeing the tooth marks left on Shen Congbai’s skin, Shen Que clenched his fists until his knuckles let out a grating crack.

His breathing grew unstable as he threatened, “Jiang Yan, you wouldn’t dare.”

Jiang Yan’s lips were a deep crimson and glistened with moisture. Hearing this, he flashed a provocative smile. “Don’t let the anger ruin your health, Big Brother. Otherwise, the Young Master and I will be worried.”

Shen Que sat back in his executive chair, his eyes fixed on the unconscious Shen Congbai in the video. The fury in his chest nearly incinerated the last of his reason.

He frowned and yanked his tie loose. After a few moments, he suddenly let out a laugh. “Is this the extent of your ability? You only dare to drug him and then come to provoke me.”

Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow. Shen Que continued: “He hates you so much; he cries just at the mention of your name. Jiang Yan, is this really meaningful to you?”

Jiang Yan retorted: “Do you really think he likes you that much? If he truly loved you, would he have run to Port A to find me?”

He struck back ruthlessly: “It seems that in his heart, I’m a bit more important than you.”

Shen Que sneered. “You think you’re worthy of competing with me?”

“Whether I’m worthy is for the Young Master to decide.” Jiang Yan rubbed his face affectionately against Shen Congbai’s like a loyal dog. Then, as if remembering something, he feigned an exaggerated sense of surprise. “Oh! I almost forgot. In the Young Master’s heart, you are his most respected ‘Brother’…”

He watched Shen Que’s face darken and felt a surge of pleasure. “How piteous. Even someone as lowly as I have held the Young Master’s heart, while Big Brother can only play the role of a sibling for life… watching us make love with your own eyes.”

The atmosphere between them grew stiflingly tense, the scent of gunpowder so strong it seemed they might explode at any second.

In the midst of this confrontation, Shen Congbai suddenly furrowed his brow and murmured piteously, “Wuu, it hurts…”

Jiang Yan’s fingers stiffened. He realized he had accidentally brushed against the abrasions on Shen Congbai’s back. He quickly shifted the boy’s position.

As he did, the wretched state of Shen Congbai’s back and elbows was fully revealed to Shen Que.

Shen Congbai had fair skin, so even the slightest discoloration was starkly visible. This large-scale abrasion, where the skin was torn to reveal the tender pink flesh beneath, seemed to shiver with every breath the boy took, as if he were trembling from the pain.

Shen Que’s eyes were instantly mapped with bloodshot veins. “You are looking for death.”

Jiang Yan let out a cold laugh. “Whether I die or not isn’t up to you. You’d better figure out how to deal with Feng Yu first. He’s a mad dog; I’m being hounded and bitten by him now because of you.”

Shen Que sneered. “Do you think everyone is as useless as you?”

Jiang Yan: “I’m not afraid of him. It’s just… our Little Master likes him exceptionally well.”

Both men’s gazes fell simultaneously on Shen Congbai’s face. Jiang Yan spoke slowly: “The Young Master treats him so specially; he couldn’t wait to get into his bed the moment he returned to the country. I’m truly worried that Feng Yu might take advantage of the situation.”

Having finished, and before Shen Que could reply, Jiang Yan reached out and hung up the call.

Listening to the dial tone, Shen Que closed his eyes and took a deep, controlled breath. His hand gripped the corner of his desk so tightly that the blood drained from his skin.

After a long while, he settled his emotions and dialed his assistant: “Bring the person here.”

The Feng Family Mansion.

Feng Yu sat on the sofa with a look of utter boredom. His legs were splayed, and he stared blankly up at the crystal chandelier above.

Thud—

A stack of documents was slammed down in front of him. Opposite him, Feng’s Father frowned, looking at him with a face full of disappointment.

“Look at yourself,” his father scolded. “Are you really going to throw away your future for a man?”

“Do you think Port A is a place you can just ‘rectify’ whenever you want? Do you have any idea how many people’s ‘cake’ you’ll be touching with this decree? The wave stirred up by the Shen family alone is enough to keep you stuck in place for three years!”

Feng Yu let out a smirk, his brow furrowed as he looked heavily at his father. “I’m young; I can afford to waste three years. But if I don’t do this, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

“You!” Feng’s Father raised his palm as if to strike, but seeing the fierce hostility on Feng Yu’s face, his hand froze in mid-air, trembling slightly.

“Do you have any idea how much effort your grandfather and I put in to ensure you ascended to your position smoothly? Is a Shen Congbai from nowhere really worth it?”

Feng Yu walked over to him, his gaze dropping calmly. “He is worth it.”

Feng Yu placed his hand on his father’s shoulder, his eyes dark and inscrutable, like a predator that had been hunting in the shadows for a long time. “Besides… the meat of Port A is something others can eat, so we can use it as bait. Only by moving someone else’s cake can we avoid hurting ourselves.”

Hearing this, Feng’s Father couldn’t help but look at him sideways, hesitating. “Shen Que isn’t as easy to deal with as you think.”

Feng Yu grinned, revealing his white, sharp teeth. “Since I was a child, have I ever failed to get something I wanted? I’m taking both the Shen family and Shen Congbai.”

He intended to completely uproot the tree Shen Congbai relied on, forcing that weak and beautiful dodder flower to coil obediently around him alone, unable to move an inch away.