What Bad Intentions Could a Spoiled Little Brat Possibly have? - Chapter 6

“Are you really craving me this much?”

“Can I?” Cheng Huai asked candidly. He never hid anything or held back in front of Fu Zheng.

This was a lesson Fu Zheng had taught him since he was a child: if there is something you want, you can express it directly to your brother, and your brother will do his utmost to satisfy you.

Fu Zheng had accompanied him and fed him through countless meals, with only one exception when he wasn’t by his side.

At that time, Fu Zheng had just graduated from high school and was invited to a class graduation banquet. The teachers and classmates had invited him repeatedly and insistently. After declining several times to no avail, Fu Zheng had no choice but to go, so he asked the nanny to pick Cheng Huai up and take him home for dinner first.

Fu Zheng was worried. At the end of the school day, he sent a special message to Cheng Huai, instructing him to eat well. Cheng Huai didn’t ask anything and simply replied with a “Fine.”

High school graduation is always a memorable time; being away from heavy coursework and the pressure of entrance exams made everyone’s behavior a bit reckless.

Fu Zheng was already a legendary figure at school, but usually, Cheng Huai kept a very tight watch on him. On this rare occasion where he appeared alone, it immediately ignited the room. He was pulled aside and forced to drink quite a bit of alcohol, and amidst the pushing and shoving, some was spilled on his clothes.

The female students who had long desired Fu Zheng were now eager to “spread their peacock feathers” and press themselves against him. The heavy scent of perfume rushed into Fu Zheng’s nose and mouth. He suppressed the impatience in his heart and looked at the message he had sent to Cheng Huai half an hour ago, asking if he had finished eating.

Cheng Huai had not replied.

When the party ended, it was nearly eleven o’clock.

Fu Zheng declined the invitation to the KTV night after-party and took a taxi home.

As soon as he returned, before he could go upstairs to check on the little guy, the nanny hurried to meet him. Her face was full of anxiety as she said that since Cheng Huai returned, he had locked himself in his room. No matter how she called, he wouldn’t respond, and naturally, he hadn’t eaten a single bite of dinner.

Fu Zheng irritably tugged at his shirt collar, thanked the nanny, and said, “In the future, if this happens again, just contact me directly.”

After sending the nanny away, Fu Zheng went straight to the second-floor bedroom and used the spare key to open the door.

The room was very quiet, with only a floor lamp turned on. Cheng Huai was lying on the bed with his back to the door, a thin quilt draped halfway across his waist. The upper half of his white gauze nightrobe was in disarray, revealing half of a fragrant shoulder, and his translucent, smooth ankles glowed under the floor lamp.

Fu Zheng walked over, grasped Cheng Huai’s ankle with his hand, and stroked the black velvet hair on Cheng Huai’s head with his other hand. It was damp.

Following this series of actions, the teenager on the bed trembled inadvertently.

Fu Zheng knew he was awake and asked, “Why didn’t you eat?”

Cheng Huai was sulking and didn’t answer.

He hadn’t slept at all; he had been listening to the movements downstairs. If Fu Zheng didn’t return, how could he possibly fall asleep?

The waiting process was very long. He had sat by the window with bare feet until he saw the familiar figure appear at the villa gate; only then did he pretend to lie back on the bed and fake sleep.

What arrived along with Fu Zheng’s footsteps was a mix of tobacco, alcohol, and a heavy scent of cheap perfume.

Cheng Huai exploded instantly.

He sat up abruptly, tensing his instep and kicking at Fu Zheng. His nightrobe slid down, and a pair of snowy white, straight long legs dangled in front of Fu Zheng’s eyes.

Fu Zheng’s chin, chest, abdomen, and thighs were not spared. Cheng Huai seemed furious, glaring fiercely at Fu Zheng, kicking while saying, “Go away.”

Fu Zheng wasn’t annoyed, nor did he dodge. He let him kick wildly until he had vented his anger. Only then did he reach out to hold Cheng Huai’s foot, which was pressed against his chest, rubbing the smooth skin and asking emotionlessly, “Have you had enough of a tantrum? Are you hungry?”

Cheng Huai’s eyes were incredibly red. He hated everyone who appeared around Fu Zheng, hated every scent that appeared on Fu Zheng’s body other than his own, and hated Fu Zheng’s eyes looking at others not even a single glance was allowed.

Thinking of this, Cheng Huai trembled all over with grievance. Combined with having been hungry all night, tears began to fall pitter-patter from beneath his eyelashes.

Fu Zheng lifted Cheng Huai from the bed, cradling his backside, turned and sat in the bedroom armchair. He hooked away the tears on Cheng Huai’s face and lowered his voice: “If you wanted me to come back early, why didn’t you say so?”

“I didn’t.” Cheng Huai’s mouth was stubborn, and he refused to bow his head, continuing to act out in Fu Zheng’s arms. His hands tore open Fu Zheng’s shirt, his movements so rough that the buttons popped off and flew who-knows-where. Cheng Huai’s actions were urgent and fierce, scratching several bloody streaks onto Fu Zheng’s neck and chest.

Cheng Huai wasn’t faring much better himself. The belt of his nightrobe had been tossed into a mess by his struggling, and the robe had slipped from his shoulders to his waist. With his legs hooked around Fu Zheng’s hips, he sat almost entirely naked on Fu Zheng’s lap. He raged until his strength was spent, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat, before he finally bit his lip hard and wept silently.

Fu Zheng pinched his chin, prying his lips open: “Don’t bite.”

Just then, Cheng Huai’s stomach let out an ungraceful growl, instantly breaking the tense atmosphere.

Fu Zheng laughed softly, his deep voice surrounding Cheng Huai’s ears. Although Cheng Huai resisted the chaotic scents on Fu Zheng, he could not resist Fu Zheng’s aura.

Fu Zheng pulled Cheng Huai’s nightgown back up, rubbing his waist, and coaxed him in a low voice: “It’s my fault. I won’t come back this late ever again. How about I make you sweet Osmanthus fermented rice balls?”

Cheng Huai was indeed hungry, but he was still relentless. He knitted his handsome brows, poking his finger against Fu Zheng’s solid chest and pushing him back slightly: “You go shower and change your clothes first. You’ve made me smell bad too.”

“Fine. Then you dry your hair.”

He handed Cheng Huai a hairdryer and watched as Cheng Huai obediently began to dry his hair. Only then did he go into the bathroom, quickly washing up and changing into clean pajamas.

When the rice balls were ready, Fu Zheng didn’t let Cheng Huai’s feet touch the ground. He went upstairs, carried him down, sat Cheng Huai on his lap, and fed him bite by bite with soft words until he had finished.

From then on, Fu Zheng established a rule for Cheng Huai.

Whatever he wanted, or however he wanted his brother to act, he had to say it directly.

The past events were vivid in his mind.

The longing in Cheng Huai’s eyes was too earnest.

“No,” Fu Zheng refused mercilessly, pulling his clothes out of Cheng Huai’s hands.

“But my hand hurts,” Cheng Huai’s beautiful brows furrowed.

“You brought it on yourself, who else is to blame?” Fu Zheng didn’t coddle him. “I have things to do this afternoon. I’ll send you back after we eat.”

“What kind of things?” Cheng Huai looked up with a well-behaved smile, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Private matters.” Fu Zheng didn’t give Cheng Huai another glance and turned to go upstairs.

Cheng Huai watched Fu Zheng’s back, the smile on his face slowly cooling. He lifted his finger, sniffed the residual scent of cologne on his fingertip, closed his eyes, and extended his tender red tongue to lightly lick his finger.

The scent of his brother.

He loved it so much…

When he turned around, it was as if nothing had happened. He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat the table full of food that had already gone cold.

The bedroom was on the second floor, and after Cheng Huai finished eating, he slipped inside.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, he leaned against the wall opposite the bathroom, his gaze silently fixed on the door dampened by steam.

Not long after, the bathroom door handle clicked. Cheng Huai dodged behind the bedroom door, peeking his head out to see a cloud of hot steam drifting out of the bathroom.

Fu Zheng had his usual cold face, a gray bath towel hanging around his waist, as he walked out lifting an arm to dry his hair.

Years of exercise had sculpted muscles that bunched and surged on his arms and back. As he dried his hair, the distended muscles of his shoulders and back pulsed rhythmically.

Water droplets from his hair rolled down his tanned skin, finally disappearing beneath the mermaid lines (V-taper) at his waist.

Cheng Huai’s mouth felt dry, and fragments of his dreams surfaced in his mind.

The strong arms braced beside his ears, the scalding breath exhaled, the broken gasps, the flesh of his buttocks squeezed out of shape.

Cheng Huai’s breathing grew heavier, but his gaze was burning and direct, hiding by the door and watching the man provocatively.

After Fu Zheng finished drying his hair, he tossed the towel casually onto the sofa. Then he leaned over, bracing one hand on the table, and added several ice cubes to the water in his glass.

The curtains in the bedroom were half-drawn. Although it was daytime, the light inside was poor. Sunlight filtered through the gaps, casting an ambiguous and dim light over the man.

Fu Zheng tilted his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he drained the glass in one gulp.

He turned his face slightly, his peripheral vision landing on the doorway. He spoke: “Haven’t seen enough yet?”

Cheng Huai retracted his head, pulling back his suggestive gaze, and tugged at the shirt he was wearing, trying to cover the disheveled reaction below.

But his desire for Fu Zheng was intense, especially after hearing Fu Zheng’s voice; the reaction seemed even more obvious.

Cheng Huai took a step forward, crossing his arms in front of his body, pretending to naturally cover himself.

Fu Zheng had already turned around. His gaze landed on Cheng Huai, seeing the faint redness on his face, and then his sight slid all the way down, landing on the crossed arms.

It was just “trying to hide by covering it up” in reality, nothing was hidden at all.

Cheng Huai couldn’t withstand Fu Zheng’s gaze at all. The fire burned all the way from his lower abdomen to his cheeks, even his earlobes staining with a layer of red.

Knowing he had been caught, he simply stopped hiding and stood there obediently to be looked at.

Fu Zheng leaned against the table behind him, set down the water glass, and his voice carried a hint of casualness: “Are you really craving me this much?”

The ice cubes in the water seemed to have seeped into his voice, making it cold and heavy a wave of coolness falling onto Cheng Huai’s heart.

Cheng Huai felt goosebumps break out all over. His eyes were burning as he nodded fiercely with an “Mm.” Fearing Fu Zheng wouldn’t believe him, he added: “I crave you every day. Brother, can I sleep with you?”

Fu Zheng’s face went cold, his eyes looking at him without any warmth: “Cheng Huai, have you no shame?”

Cheng Huai lowered his head and muttered softly: “What’s there to be ashamed of? Didn’t you teach me to say what I want? If I don’t say it, how would you know?”

Fu Zheng frowned: “What did you say?”

Cheng Huai smiled: “Nothing!”

During the conversation, Fu Zheng had already walked up to Cheng Huai and held out his hand.

Cheng Huai placed his hand in Fu Zheng’s palm, and just as he was about to throw himself into Fu Zheng’s arms, he was coldly pushed away: “Give me the cigarettes.”

Cheng Huai pulled his hand back warily, his eyes flickering: “I didn’t bring any.”

“Don’t force me to frisk you.”

Cheng Huai said shamelessly: “Then search me, go ahead. I can’t wait for you to touch me.”

Fu Zheng shouted sternly: “Cheng Huai!”

Cheng Huai yielded, pulled the cigarettes from his pocket, and handed them over: “If you want to smoke, just say so. Why be so mean?”

“The lighter.”

Cheng Huai fumbled in another pocket and pulled out the silver-flashing lighter, placing it in Fu Zheng’s palm.

Fu Zheng threw them into a drawer and gave a cold warning: “Confiscated. Don’t let me catch you hiding cigarettes again.”

Cheng Huai wanted to try and save his lighter and cigarettes, but Fu Zheng suddenly hoisted him over his shoulder and threw him out the door: “Wait here.”

Fu Zheng quickly changed and came out. Ignoring Cheng Huai’s protests, he drove him back to school.

Arriving at the dormitory entrance, Fu Zheng didn’t forget to have him take a bag of pre-prepared disinfectant medicine, reminding him to change his bandages on time every day.

Furious, Cheng Huai kicked the rear wheel of the Panamera hard, only to get a face full of exhaust as he watched the car speed away.

He glared in the direction Fu Zheng had left. After a long while, the anger in his eyes gradually turned into a sense of ruthlessness.

Cheng Huai paced slowly, recalling every scene in Fu Zheng’s house as he walked upstairs.

From the moment he entered until he left, he had carefully observed every corner he passed. He hadn’t found any traces of another man or woman having been there.

Cheng Huai’s anxious heart calmed down temporarily.

His possessiveness toward Fu Zheng was becoming increasingly rampant, like vines winding around his torso, spiraling through his blood, taking root and sprouting.

Cheng Huai opened a shopping app, stared at the items that had been in his cart for a long time, selected a few more small plush toys, and quickly placed the order.

Refusing to feed me?

Refusing to let me sleep with you?

Refusing to tell me where you’re going?

Cheng Huai thought to himself: It doesn’t matter, Brother. We have a long time ahead of us.

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