What Bad Intentions Could a Spoiled Little Brat Possibly have? - Chapter 4

To handle Fu Zheng, one must first handle his younger brother.

“Sex addiction?” Fu Zheng froze for a moment. His expression turned cold as he frowned and asked, “What do you mean by that?”

“It means that a gluttonous beast resides within the patient’s body, capable of waking at any moment to prey upon his physiology and psychology. Much like an alcoholic or a gambler, once an episode strikes, he will do anything to find an object for release.”

Fu Zheng’s expression was grim, as if he were still processing these words.

Yu Chuan continued with the diagnosis: “From a psychological perspective, this is the patient’s reliance on a certain substance to escape physical and emotional pressure a spiritual crutch resulting from an internal void.”

Fu Zheng asked coldly, “How long has this been going on?”

Yu Chuan’s light brown eyes were deep and calm, possessing the gentleness unique to a psychologist. “Two years, perhaps longer.”

At this point, Yu Chuan suddenly gave a cynical smile. “Fu, do you care about him that much?”

Fu Zheng felt offended by the intrusion into his private affairs. “Is there any medication that can treat this?”

Yu Chuan leaned back against the chair, spreading his hands. “As you know, I never recommend medication to patients, especially for physiological issues triggered by psychological problems. Human emotions are like a bottomless black hole; if you try to reverse them with external force instead of following the flow, the results will often do more harm than good.”

Fu Zheng’s patience was limited; he tapped his knuckles on the desk. “Speak plainly.”

“Simply put, the heart’s disease must be cured by medicine for the heart. The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it.”

Yu Chuan’s gaze focused on Fu Zheng’s face, trying to find a crack in his composure, but Fu Zheng remained impenetrable. Unable to contain his curiosity, Yu Chuan decided to speak out: “Although it is inconvenient for me to disclose patient privacy, there is one thing you should know. During hypnosis, he kept calling your name and calling you ‘Brother’.”

“Fu, you never mentioned to me that you had such a beautiful younger brother.”

In Yu Chuan’s impression, Fu Zheng was like a cold weapon rational, ruthless, and decisive. He had witnessed Fu Zheng’s cold-blooded, iron-fisted methods; being impersonal was Fu Zheng’s default state. Yet, he had never seen Fu Zheng care so much about another person.

Fu Zheng lifted his eyelids and shot him a warning glance. “We aren’t related by blood.”

“Oh?” Yu Chuan raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t ask you that.”

Fu Zheng stood up to leave, confirming one last time: “Truly no need for medicine?”

Yu Chuan remained noncommittal, staring at Fu Zheng with a half-smile. Fu Zheng easily caught the filthy thoughts in his eyes. “Perhaps, you are his antidote.”

Fu Zheng said in a low voice, “Get out.”

Before leaving, he did not forget to instruct: “Keep this matter a secret for me.”

Yu Chuan chuckled softly. “Fu, you provoked me verbally just now, and now you make such a demand. Have you always been this overbearing?”

Fu Zheng couldn’t stand his pretentious manner, but he had always trusted Yu Chuan’s professional standards.

Since Yu Chuan said no medicine was needed, it meant things were still within a controllable range.

Fu Zheng felt slightly more at ease.

Cheng Huai returned to the dormitory.

Gu Siming was playing LOL, the battle was intense, and his keyboard clicked and clattered loudly. He still managed to spare a moment to remind Cheng Huai: “Where did you go? You’re just getting back now. We’ve already finished eating. Oh, right, your military training uniform is on your bed.”

“It was picked up so soon?” Cheng Huai climbed up the ladder to his bed with one hand, then poked his head out and said, “Thanks.”

“It’s a small thing. The temporary class monitor delivered it. You should try it on first. You’re a legend with a 110cm hip measurement; make sure you can actually fit into it.”

“What? A 110cm hip?” Meng Qi looked up upon hearing this. His gaze landed on the curve of Cheng Huai’s hips as he sat on the bed, and he couldn’t help but swallow. He then glanced at Leng Muyu, and both of them simultaneously recalled the rumors they had heard yesterday. “The ‘succubus’ they’ve been talking about in the Computer Science Department since yesterday… it couldn’t be Cheng Huai, could it?”

Gu Siming used a “Flash” to take down the enemy marksman and asked, “What succubus?”

Meng Qi and Leng Muyu had reported for registration later than Cheng Huai and Gu Siming, so they missed the first round of height and weight measurements. By the time they went, they heard everyone talking about how the Computer Science Department had recruited a “succubus” this year with a thin waist and a large backside, but the gender of this “succubus” was a mystery.

Meng Qi explained the whole story, saying, “The forums are going crazy over it.”

The Peking University Computer Science forum had always been a “disaster zone”—full of tech geeks who stayed in their dorms coding all day. They had zero resistance to the supernatural proportions of a 2D-style beauty. Upon hearing that the “succubus” had appeared, they went wild, nearly opening champagne to celebrate, and threads on the forum were piling up high.

Holding the military uniform, Cheng Huai hopped down from the bed with one hand and took the phone Meng Qi handed over to have a look.

SHOCK!! SHOCK!! SHOCK!! A divine-faced succubus with supernatural proportions has appeared in the Computer Science Department! Come quick to see!!

The thread title was full of gimmicks. By the time Cheng Huai clicked in, it had already reached floor 835.

1L – Anonymous Whistleblower]: Rumor has it the succubus has supernatural proportions. The waist is so thin you could wrap an arm around it, and the butt is round and perky. Paired with that face, it’s a total knockout. hiss-slurp [drooling emoji]

2L – Little Cabbage: No pics, no talk.

3L – Goddess Sister: No pics, no truth +1.

4L – Class of ’25 Cute Newbie Junior]: Is the OP talking about the person at the teaching office yesterday afternoon? The face is undeniable, but is the waist-to-hip ratio really that exaggerated? Why didn’t I notice?

[5L – Fatty Fat Fat]: Who?? I woke up from a nap and the world has changed???

Scrolling down, not a single photo could be found.

“It’s not me.” Cheng Huai had no desire to get involved in such gossip. He didn’t continue reading and handed the phone back with an expressionless face.

“Ha, I told you. There are so many freshmen this year, how could it be such a coincidence?” Meng Qi laughed awkwardly, but his gaze still hovered somewhat aimlessly over Cheng Huai. He noticed the gauze wrapped around Cheng Huai’s hand. “What happened to your hand? Are you hurt?”

The sound effect of “Victory” came from Gu Siming’s computer. He slammed his mouse down, turned around, and saw Cheng Huai’s bandaged hand. He rushed over making a big fuss: “Holy crap, what happened to you?!”

“It’s nothing.” Cheng Huai was about to brush it off when Leng Muyu suddenly spoke up: “Looking for trouble as soon as school starts, huh?”

It sounded incredibly sarcastic.

Cheng Huai pursed his lips and ignored him. He tossed the military uniform onto the chair in front of his desk, pulled a box of bread out of his locker, took one out, and tore open the packaging, preparing to grab a bite.

Gu Siming said, “Leng Muyu, what do you mean by that? Are you saying Cheng Huai went out and caused trouble with someone? That’s impossible; Cheng Huai is so well-behaved.”

Leng Muyu sneered. “Well-behaved? Gu Siming, are you an idiot? Don’t let him fool you. In this world, you can know a person’s face but not their heart, right?”

Having said that, Leng Muyu put on his headphones, looking as though he had no intention of further communication.

“To hell with you, who are you calling an idiot?!” Gu Siming, having been insulted for no reason, also lost his temper. He turned back to his desk, making a loud clatter as he moved his things.

Meng Qi curled his lip. They had only known each other for a day; naturally, he didn’t expect to have a close relationship with his roommates yet.

Cheng Huai looked up, his gaze meeting Leng Muyu’s. The other man’s eyes were complex, filled with a great deal of searching inquiry—not at all the expression one would have toward an ordinary roommate. An instinctive sense of unease welled up inside Cheng Huai.

But in an instant, Cheng Huai cast that feeling aside. He was used to facing strange looks from others.

It had always been him who initiated trouble with others; even if someone did provoke him, he would pay them back tenfold. This was a habit formed under Fu Zheng’s protection since childhood.

Earlier at the hospital, that doctor had used some unknown method, and after a nap, the rising heat in his body had vanished.

Before Cheng Huai could figure it out, his phone chimed. A friend request popped up on WeChat.

He clicked on the profile picture; it was the silhouette of a girl holding flowers. She looked somewhat familiar.

An hour ago, the girl’s shocked expression and weeping face were still fresh in his memory.

To Cheng Huai’s surprise, it was the girl who had confessed to Fu Zheng this morning.

“Hello, I am Zhu Manni.” This was followed by a cute dog emoji.

Cheng Huai’s initial thought was to reject the friend request immediately.

From childhood to adulthood, he had been filled with hostility toward Fu Zheng’s pursuers. He discouraged every single one that came along.

If someone asked Cheng Huai to hand over a love letter to Fu Zheng, Cheng Huai would tear it up as soon as he turned around. He would arrogantly snatch away any gifts sent to Fu Zheng. Not only that, he would go to Fu Zheng’s classroom every day like a fierce little beast, constantly observing the surroundings for fear that anyone might covet Fu Zheng.

At first, some people didn’t believe it, but over time, everyone in school knew that the legendary figure Fu Zheng had a difficult younger brother. To handle Fu Zheng, one had to first handle his brother.

But Cheng Huai was truly difficult to deal with. He never showed any respect to anyone. Even if someone complained to Fu Zheng, Fu Zheng would listen coldly without a word and then walk away.

However, he had also encountered some truly fanatical pursuers. Cheng Huai never told Fu Zheng, but he had pulled some small tricks to ensure those people never dared to covet his brother again.

Recalling Zhu Manni’s confession to Fu Zheng made Cheng Huai feel miserable enough to die.

He had been separated from Fu Zheng for too long. During that time, he didn’t know anyone who appeared by Fu Zheng’s side, but every single one of them made him mad with jealousy.

Curious to see what her intentions were, Cheng Huai accepted Zhu Manni’s friend request.

Cheng Huai was brief, skipping the self-introduction and simply sending back a question mark.

He didn’t wait specifically for Zhu Manni’s reply. Instead, he munched on his bread, opened his laptop, and typed a string of code into the command line window. With a press of the Enter key, the screen jumped to the college’s Academic Affairs system.

Cheng Huai reviewed Fu Zheng’s entire past resume, ignoring the countless awards, and finally fixed his gaze on the very last line of text.

In the section for dormitory information, Fu Zheng had entered an off-campus address. He clicked it, zoomed in, and froze.

Dark thoughts drifted through Cheng Huai’s mind.

It would clearly be more convenient to live at school; why did he move out…

“Guange Academy, No. 77?” Gu Siming’s temper came and went quickly. He appeared silently behind Cheng Huai. He had intended to ask about Cheng Huai’s hand, but seeing where the mouse was hovering, he asked curiously, “Who is so rich to live in such a massive mansion?”

“A mansion?” Cheng Huai turned off his screen. He didn’t want anyone to know he had hacked into the Academic Affairs website.

“Yeah.” Gu Siming was a native of Kyoto and knew a thing or two. “That neighborhood is very close to our school, about a ten-minute drive. People who live there are either extremely wealthy or of high status, but it’s not the kind of place you can buy just by having money.”

Cheng Huai asked, “Then what do you need to be able to buy it?”

“You need Power.” Gu Siming seemed to think of something and said to Cheng Huai righteously, “Don’t get any bad ideas. The water in the Kyoto social circles is too deep; it’s not something we can afford to mess with.”

Leng Muyu had taken off his headphones at some point. Hearing Gu Siming’s advice, he let out a “Heh” without even turning his head, seemingly annoyed again for no reason.

“Oh,” Cheng Huai acknowledged.

He indeed had “bad ideas,” and he had harbored them for many years. However, the object wasn’t anyone else but his brother, Fu Zheng.

As for why Fu Zheng’s registered address was there, he was curious. Could it be a property belonging to Uncle Fu?

No wonder Fu Zheng said that staying at Peking University wasn’t a necessity for him.

The unease coiled in Cheng Huai’s heart surfaced again. At that moment, his long-silent phone chimed once more. The lock screen showed a preview of the message sent by Zhu Manni—it was several pictures.

Cheng Huai knew she didn’t come with good intentions.

The pictures were screenshots taken from surveillance footage, sharpened and cropped to remove the third person present.

In the pictures, Cheng Huai was grabbing Fu Zheng’s collar, recklessly biting the other man’s lips, while Fu Zheng’s hand was lightly resting on his waist.

Cheng Huai recalled the scene. At the time, his attention was entirely on declaring his sovereignty, but thinking back now, even after being apart for so long, Fu Zheng had instinctively touched his most sensitive spot the small of his back.

That was a sign of Fu Zheng’s familiarity with his body.

This realization made every cell in Cheng Huai’s body start to boil; he couldn’t help but feel excited.

Cheng Huai’s waist was too thin; Fu Zheng’s palm could almost encompass the whole thing. Pressed against Fu Zheng’s chest, he could clearly see the silhouette of Fu Zheng’s shoulders.

With such a massive difference in build, Cheng Huai couldn’t help but wonder if he would literally fall apart if Fu Zheng actually took him in bed later on.

He stared at the pictures in a daze. By the time he saved them and returned to the chat interface, he found that Zhu Manni had sent another message.

“Classmate Cheng Huai, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The phone vibrated again.

“I like Senior very much. Since we are competitors, I hope we can compete fairly.”

Cheng Huai finally understood. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he provocatively typed out a line.

“Not competing.”

As if that weren’t enough, he added another sentence.

“You’ve already lost.”

After sending the message, Cheng Huai tossed the phone onto the desk.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

As long as he was there, he would not allow, nor make it possible, for anyone to have even the slightest chance of approaching Fu Zheng.

Looking at the bandages on his hand, Cheng Huai grinned and came up with a plan.

The next second, the gauze was slowly unwound.

He stuffed his phone into his pocket, pulled a silver-gleaming blade from his drawer, and ducked into the bathroom.

The water in the sink was tinged with red, the blood darkening and thickening.

The wound that had already been treated was split open once again.

Cheng Huai rinsed the bloody water from the sink, opened his phone’s camera, and took a photo of his palm.

Immediately after, he opened the pinned chat window and sent the photo over.

“Brother, I accidentally fell.”

“It hurts so much.”

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