You’d Better Break the Engagement Soon - Chapter 2

Fu Yuchu had lived for over twenty years and never considered himself a particularly kind-hearted soul.

He finally decided to let his conscience lead and do a good deed, only to find that he had seemingly picked up a… problem?

The two “thugs” who had been cornering the boy saw someone filming them. Weighing the pros and cons, they cursed under their breaths and retreated, leaving a drunkard and Fu Yuchu in a silent, wide-eyed standoff.

Fu Yuchu watched the drunkard swaying precariously against a stained wall and let out a soft “tsk.” He asked, “Can you stand steady?”

“I can.” Shi Zhi hurriedly straightened his body, but his legs were soft, and he soon slumped sideways again.

Fu Yuchu sighed. He bent down to pick up the cash scattered on the ground, rolled it up, and stuffed it into the drunkard’s pants pocket. Dropping his gaze, he asked, “Do you need me to take you to the hospital?”

“No!” The word “hospital” stung Shi Zhi’s nerves. Almost reflexively, he grabbed Fu Yuchu’s fingers before they could pull away and shook his head. “No hospital. I won’t go to the hospital.”

The sensation at his fingertips was unfamiliar. For a moment, Fu Yuchu lost his voice and forgot to move.

“Don’t go to the hospital, okay?” Seeing no response, Shi Zhi couldn’t help but squeeze the fingers he was holding.

Fu Yuchu snapped back to reality. He looked down at his captured hand and said, “Alright.”

It wasn’t until he brought the man to a hotel that Fu Yuchu realized he might have actually been drugged rather than being simply drunk.

Fu Yuchu had just finished a business dinner. Unable to decline several rounds, he had been waiting in his car for a designated driver when he saw a few people struggling in the alley. Such things happened often near bars; whether it was genuine rejection or playful flirting, as long as it didn’t involve him, it was none of Fu Yuchu’s business.

However, just as the driver opened the door, Fu Yuchu turned his head. The person leaning against the wall happened to lift his head at that exact moment—only for a brief second or two.

By the time Fu Yuchu realized it, he was already standing in front of the group.

The filming with his phone had just been a bluff to scare the thugs. When he arrived, they were already planning to drag the boy away, so he hadn’t heard the conversation that preceded it. Seeing how dazed the victim was, Fu Yuchu instinctively assumed he was drunk, given the proximity to the bar.

Yet, when he brought him to the hotel and prepared to toss him onto the bed, the man spoke. His tone held no trace of drunkenness: “Not on the bed. Clothes… dirty.”

Fu Yuchu: “…”

Looking at this person who couldn’t even walk straight yet still had the nerve to be picky and give orders, Fu Yuchu pursed his lips. Without a word, he dropped the man into a sofa chair instead.

Supported by the chair, Shi Zhi immediately felt much safer. He wriggled around to find a comfortable position and let out a long sigh of relief before uttering his second sentence: “Thirsty. I want water.”

He’s quite good at bossing people around.

With a cold face, Fu Yuchu twisted open a bottle of water and handed it over.

Although Shi Zhi’s mind was clear, his body was limp and devoid of strength. He tried to lift his hand but failed. Frustrated, he muttered, “No strength. Can’t hold it.”

He sounded truly pitiful.

Fu Yuchu pressed the water to his lips. “Drink.”

Shi Zhi took a few sips and tried to shake his head to say he was done. However, his movement was too wide; water splashed out, soaking a large patch of his hoodie’s collar.

The cold shock made Shi Zhi snap awake instantly. He looked at the wet clothes and remembered the stains he had picked up from the alley walls. His face crumpled. “I want to take off these clothes.”

“…You want me to take them off?”

Shi Zhi gave a silly giggle. “Thank you.”

Fu Yuchu: “…”

As if accepting his fate, Fu Yuchu closed his eyes for a moment. He supported the boy’s back with one hand and grabbed the hem of the hoodie with the other, pulling it upward. Fortunately, the collar was loose, and the garment came off easily.

Shi Zhi was wearing a white T-shirt underneath, which slid up toward his upper abdomen along with the hoodie, revealing a small red mole on his left side. It was exceptionally striking against his fair skin.

Fu Yuchu’s eyes felt hot. Just as he was about to turn away, his hand was seized again.

“I feel miserable.”

“Then what should I do?” Fu Yuchu asked. “You won’t go to the hospital.”

Shi Zhi frowned. “I don’t know.”

Fu Yuchu looked down at the person in the sofa. He was lying back weakly, his cheeks flushed with an unnatural glow, his eyes watery and misty—the very picture of someone at another’s mercy. Fu Yuchu recalled the sensation of supporting his back; the vertebrae had been prominent. He was too thin.

“Can you solve it yourself?” Fu Yuchu asked emotionlessly, looking at the “tent” rising in the boy’s lap.

Shi Zhi received the signal. He placed his other free hand lightly between his legs and pouted. “No. No strength.”

Fu Yuchu’s gaze shifted back to the boy’s face. As he pouted, a shallow dimple appeared on his right cheek. Fu Yuchu stared at that dimple for several seconds.

“Miserable…” Shi Zhi tugged at the hand he was holding.

“Are you conscious right now?” Fu Yuchu asked.

“Mmh.”

“Do you remember your name?”

“Shi Zhi. ‘Shi’ as in time, ‘Zhi’ as in child.”

Fu Yuchu made a swallowing motion, his Adam’s apple bobbing. The hand at his side clenched and loosened several times before he spoke. “Where is your family? I’ll help you contact them.”

The corners of Shi Zhi’s mouth pulled down. He shook his head and remained silent.

Fu Yuchu paused. “Your… what about your partner?”

This time, Shi Zhi didn’t answer immediately. He thought seriously for a moment. Two months ago, he had already proposed breaking off the engagement. Once Xu Yining finished his current projects, they would announce it publicly. Therefore, he currently had no partner.

Shi Zhi shook his head again.

Fu Yuchu probed, “Broken up?”

“Mmh.”

Breakup, heartbreak, sadness, drinking to forget. It makes sense, Fu Yuchu thought.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. His gaze traveled down Shi Zhi’s form: the sweat-dampened hair, the hazy eyes, the slightly parted lips, the messy collar, and… the slender, white waist with that exposed hint of red.

Fu Yuchu’s eyes grew dark, reflecting a struggle, then a final decision.

His eyes returned to the hand holding his. The fingers were long and well-proportioned. Like the other hand resting between the boy’s legs, it was bare of jewelry, save for a tiny mole on the side of the ring finger near the middle finger. His skin was so white that the blue veins on the back of his hand were visible; the brownish-gray mole on the side of his finger was particularly eye-catching.

Temptation.

Fu Yuchu saw those words written plainly.

Shi Zhi’s gaze became blurred, and his consciousness began to drift. He clawed at himself restlessly, but his lack of strength made his movements ineffective. The sound he made was one of pain: “I feel miserable.”

“Shall I help you?” Fu Yuchu asked softly, picking him up and carrying him to the bed.

Shi Zhi only hesitated for a few seconds before letting go of his shielding hand.

Fu Yuchu’s hand was much larger than Shi Zhi’s, able to cover him completely. His skin tone was also deeper. Currently, the two hands of contrasting colors were interlaced, with the small mole on Shi Zhi’s ring finger appearing and disappearing.

Fu Yuchu’s mouth was set in a firm line, his eyes full of a gathering storm. He didn’t look at their joined hands; he only stared at Shi Zhi’s face.

Shi Zhi didn’t last long. Soon, both of their hands were coated.

With a cold face, Fu Yuchu cleaned up. Seeing Shi Zhi’s listless state, he assumed the boy was fine now and wanted to leave immediately.

But before he could stand, he was caught again—this time by his hem.

Shi Zhi seemed to know what Fu Yuchu was thinking. He also seemed to realize that in his current state, no one could refuse whatever he said. He blinked his misty eyes and said in a coquettish, pleading tone, “Don’t go. I’m suffering.”

Clearly, the issue had been addressed once, yet Shi Zhi felt even more miserable than before. It felt like ten thousand ants were crawling through his body, and all the heat in his system was converging in one place.

It had risen again.

Fu Yuchu had drunk quite a bit at dinner. One of the dishes the client had ordered was a turtle soup fortified with supplements; he was already feeling quite heated. Normally, he would go home and take a cold shower or handle it himself if necessary.

But now…

Fu Yuchu looked down.

His black suit was stained everywhere. His hem was being gripped tightly. The sounds in his ears were magnified, and his breath was filled entirely with the scent of another person.

How can those hands be so beautiful? How can that voice be so pleasing? And those eyes… those eyes…

Fu Yuchu closed his eyes.

He was struggling painfully to endure, yet the culprit showed no self-awareness at all. Not only was he clutching Fu Yuchu’s hem, but he was also leaning his entire body toward him, whimpering softly.

He didn’t know what those thugs had put in the boy’s system, but after one round, it seemed to have come back even stronger. Shi Zhi knew what he was doing, but he couldn’t control himself. At this moment, he had become a lower animal driven by desire, knowing only that the man before him could bring him pleasure.

Fu Yuchu’s mouth was tight. When Shi Zhi’s flailing hand touched him, his gaze became incredibly deep and dark.

Worse, Shi Zhi recklessly grabbed at him a couple of times.

Fu Yuchu was a strong, healthy man. To continue enduring at this point would be sub-human.

With a hardened face, he tossed away the hand clutching his clothes. His stained jacket was thrown haphazardly onto the floor. He pulled off his tie and used it to bind Shi Zhi’s disobedient hands above his head.

Then, he methodically unbuckled his wristwatch and tossed it onto the nightstand.

He pressed his entire body down.

“Do you know what we’re about to do?” Fu Yuchu brushed Shi Zhi’s hair back, exposing his smooth forehead. He stared at the beautiful, damp eyes and asked in a hoarse voice.

Shi Zhi swallowed. “I… I know.”

“No regrets?”

Shi Zhi blinked. “N—”

Before he could finish, Fu Yuchu kissed him.

The kiss began at his eyes, moved to the tip of his nose, then the dimple… moving further and further down.

Shi Zhi moved restlessly, following his instincts to try and kiss the man above him. Noticing the movement, Fu Yuchu only lifted his head to lightly brush the corner of the boy’s mouth. At the moment Shi Zhi’s tongue flicked out, Fu Yuchu tilted his head to the side.

A flicker of clarity returned to Shi Zhi’s chaotic mind. He thought vaguely: He refuses to kiss me on the lips.

However, Shi Zhi soon had no capacity for other thoughts.

The first time was on the bed.

Shi Zhi’s hands were bound above his head by the tie, his face buried in the pillow. Every sense in his body was under the control of another.

It was a novel experience; memory became irrelevant, the warmth of fingertips was magnified infinitely, and discomfort faded into the background. His breathing was completely disrupted. His bound hands clenched and loosened repeatedly.

He climbed higher and higher.

But then, it stopped.

Shi Zhi turned his head to look back blankly. His eyes, clouded with moisture, were full of confusion—half-accusation, half-coquetry.

Fu Yuchu gave a rare, slight smile. “Wait.”

After the sound of rustling, Shi Zhi was flipped over.

With a cold expression, Fu Yuchu began to tear open a packet, his eyes bloodshot with desire. Past bad experiences caused Shi Zhi’s body to instinctively recoil. He tried to shrink back, but his back was already against the bed with nowhere to retreat.

His body was resisting, yet deep in his heart, an infinite longing emerged. These two contradictory emotions intertwined, forcing tears from Shi Zhi’s eyes.

Fu Yuchu kissed away every one of Shi Zhi’s tears and whispered against him, “Is it okay?”

“O—”

The rest of the word was caught in his throat.

The pain made Shi Zhi snap into clarity; much of the heat subsided. Fu Yuchu wasn’t having an easy time either.

“Relax.”

“But it hurts.”

Fu Yuchu hummed in acknowledgment and didn’t continue, soothing him until he adapted. The kisses gave Shi Zhi a great sense of security. Under Fu Yuchu’s pecking kisses and gentle caresses, he gradually relaxed.

The night was no longer smooth; time continued to swing.

They sank into clarity and indulged in the sinking.