Chapter 65 Professional Ethics

Chapter 65 Professional Ethics

Xie Guiluan suddenly had someone to rely on. As soon as Cen Wu stood up, he would complain to the uncles and aunts.

Cen Wu pinched his hand hard, making the nearby patients gasp in shock. Xie Guiluan's peach blossom eyes curved, but he still didn't let go, saying in a teasing tone, "Hitting means love, scolding means care."

Cen Wu: "..."

The nearby patients: "..."

Hopeless, no wonder he's in the hospital, turns out he's a hopeless romantic. Better get rid of it fast.

Xie Guiluan hadn't finished his IV yet, and Cen Wu stayed by his side. Xie Guiluan had been holding his hand, but at some point, he fell asleep, and his fingers gradually loosened.

Cen Wu tried to pull his hand away, but the moment he moved, Xie Guiluan's eyelashes fluttered, and his hand tried to hold on again, restless in his sleep. Cen Wu had no choice but to hold Xie Guiluan's hand.

"Aiyo," an aunt nearby teased, "so clingy."

Cen Wu's face was blank. Since Xie Guiluan couldn't hear, he made up a story: "He... he's just really clingy. If he doesn't hold hands, he can't sleep... can't fall asleep. How would he survive without me?"

Xie Guiluan had a habit of curling up when he slept. When he used to sleep with Cen Wu, he would always curl up and hold him tightly, or bury himself in Cen Wu's neck.

Cen Wu poked Xie Guiluan's eyelashes.

Such a clingy little thing.

Like a little dog.

He ran through the original plot in his mind but still couldn't figure out how Xie Guiluan got injured.

Cen Wu pursed his lips. While Xie Guiluan was asleep, he reached out and took a strand of his hair. He had already contacted an institution, and the paternity test results would be ready in about a week.

Once the math competition was over, he would send the results to Cen Junshan and Guan Xingxue. The problems Xie Guiluan was facing now would no longer matter. As long as he abandoned Song Lingwei, he could live well.

Cen Wu had been a bit bothered by Xie Guiluan ignoring him recently, but now he thought it might be for the best. If he suddenly left, Xie Guiluan might not be able to handle it.

All he needed to do was protect Xie Guiluan and make sure nothing happened to him before he returned home. He didn't know why he cared so much, even to the point of arguing with Xie Guiluan.

It was all Xie Guiluan's fault, always seducing him. What a charmer. Xie Guiluan was bad, and so was he. With anyone else, he might have been able to resist, but with Xie Guiluan, he always lost control.

Xie Guiluan slept in the hospital and woke up to find Cen Wu gone, only the pain in his abdomen remaining.

The uncle in the next bed, worried they might have another misunderstanding, quickly told Xie Guiluan, "He waited until you finished your IV before leaving."

"..." Xie Guiluan's thin lips moved, and he said, "Thank you."

He picked up his phone, but it was empty. Cen Wu hadn't sent him any messages. Xie Guiluan put on his coat, and since Chu Zijian wasn't there either, he completed the discharge procedures himself and left the hospital.

The night was still dark. Xie Guiluan bit a cigarette, a spark of light glowing at the corner of his lips. The wound on his arm accidentally brushed against something, and Xie Guiluan expressionlessly watched the blood seep through his sweater.

With Cen Wu always by his side, he had almost forgotten that these exhausting, bloody days were what he was used to.

Cen Wu thought his relationship with Xie Guiluan would end abruptly, just waiting for the paternity test results. But one night, he suddenly received a message from Chu Zijian.

Xie Guiluan didn't show up for evening study. Cen Wu, feeling a bit unhappy, drew an angry little cat face on Xie Guiluan's test paper.

Then his phone buzzed.

"Chu Zijian: Second Master, something feels off. It seems like someone is following Bro Xie."

Cen Wu was momentarily confused. He didn’t know why Chu Zijian was calling Xie Guiluan so affectionately, but he didn’t have time to ask. He quickly slipped out of the classroom, caught a cab, and headed to Blue Night.

Halfway through the ride, Chu Zijian called to inform him that Xie Guiluan had already left. Cen Wu had no choice but to have the driver search around Blue Night, but he couldn’t find anyone.

It had snowed the night before, making the ground cold and slippery. Cen Wu wrapped his scarf tightly around him, got out of the car, and walked into the alley, searching one by one.

His legs were going numb from the cold when he suddenly heard the sound of a fight at the end of the alley. He paused for a moment, then quickly ran towards the noise.

Seven or eight hoodlums were blocking Xie Guiluan, with the leader sporting a tattooed arm. At first, Cen Wu thought it was the same tattooed arm guy who had robbed Xie Guiluan before, but then he realized something was off.

These hoodlums were clearly better fighters, and there was no unnecessary chatter—only the dull sounds of fighting in the dark alley.

Cen Wu had been running, his breath ragged, his cheeks flushed from the cold winter night. He saw the tattooed arm guy with a grim expression, circling behind Xie Guiluan and swinging a steel pipe down with force.

Cen Wu’s eyes widened, and without thinking, he reached out to push Xie Guiluan aside. He was hit on the head, and a loud ringing filled his ears.

Before he could even feel the pain, blood began to flow, running down his pale neck and soaking into his scarf.

Xie Guiluan was being restrained by the hoodlums. They clearly knew he was Xie Mingcheng’s son and didn’t dare to kill him, but they wanted to teach him a lesson, to make sure he wouldn’t talk about what had happened that day.

The tattooed arm guy was filled with dread. Xie Mingcheng was wary of Xie Guiluan, but he had exposed Xie Mingcheng’s drug trafficking. Xie Mingcheng would definitely kill him, and not just him—everyone involved in the Blue Night operation would die.

He had no choice but to target Xie Guiluan.

However, Xie Guiluan was cautious. They had been following him for days but still didn’t know where he lived. They couldn’t catch him on the road either, as Xie Guiluan only walked in areas with surveillance.

Tonight’s location wasn’t safe enough, but he couldn’t care anymore. He planned to stop Xie Guiluan and try to negotiate.

But Xie Guiluan’s face was dark, showing no intention of negotiating. The tattooed arm guy had no choice but to resort to violence.

Just as the steel pipe was about to come down, someone suddenly rushed out, pushing aside one of his henchmen and standing directly in front of Xie Guiluan. The tattooed arm guy was startled, but his hand couldn’t stop in time.

“Fuck!” the tattooed arm guy shouted in shock and anger. “Who the hell is that?!”

Cen Wu’s body went limp, almost collapsing to the ground. Xie Guiluan’s heart skipped a beat, his face dark and terrifying. He stepped over Cen Wu and kicked the tattooed arm guy hard, then reached out to pull Cen Wu into his arms.

Xie Guiluan cradled the back of Cen Wu’s neck, his hand coming away sticky with warm blood.

“Bro… Bro,” one of the henchmen, seeing Cen Wu’s face in the snowlight, was nearly scared to death, stammering, “Who did you hit? It looks like… like… the second young master of the Cen family…”

The tattooed arm guy, kicked so hard he saw stars, felt a sharp pain in his ribs—definitely broken. But he couldn’t care about the pain now. His throat tightened instantly. Everyone who worked at Blue Night knew Cen Wu.

At first, he couldn’t believe it, but when he saw Cen Wu’s face, his mind went blank. He only had one thought left and shouted at his henchmen, “Run… run now!”

The snowy ground was soon filled with the sound of frantic footsteps as the hoodlums fled. Xie Guiluan ignored them, picking up Cen Wu and heading straight to the hospital.

Only then did Cen Wu start to feel the pain. He weakly wrapped his arms around Xie Guiluan’s neck, his vision blurring. Why was he so unlucky? Others who transmigrated into books achieved great success, while he got his head bashed in.

Xie Guiluan’s cold lips brushed against his ear, and Cen Wu, feeling dazed and uncomfortable, thought to himself, “If you’re going to give me the cold shoulder, why bother caring now?” But Xie Guiluan’s lips were trembling slightly.

In the end, Cen Wu couldn’t bear it. He reached up and gently patted Xie Guiluan’s cheek, signaling that he was okay.

Well, forget about love or not—he and Xie Guiluan now had a mutual condition of rushing towards each other.

The hospital was nearby, and Xie Guiluan took him there. The doctor quickly treated his wound. It wasn’t actually that serious—the tattooed arm guy had been startled and loosened his grip.

But the blood loss had been terrifying.

“There shouldn’t be a concussion,” the doctor said after examining Cen Wu, “but we still need to take some scans.”

Cen Wu felt listless. He had taken a painkiller, but his head was still throbbing. Xie Guiluan grabbed his hand, wanting him to unlock his phone, and said, "The second young master, I need to call Cen Xiao."

Xie Guiluan's voice was hoarse, and Cen Wu could hear a slight tremble in it. He quickly grabbed Xie Guiluan's hand and said, "Don't... don't call."

Cen Xiao would definitely get angry, and if he ended up scolding Xie Guiluan, it would be a disaster. Their friendship would be ruined too.

Xie Guiluan knew Cen Wu was afraid he would be blamed, but a head injury was no small matter. He still called Cen Xiao.

With a bandage on his head, Cen Wu couldn't hide the injury from his parents when he got home. Cen Xiao sent them a message.

Guan Xingxue was still at the film studio. The movie she was producing had just started filming a few days ago. Cen Xiao's office was nearby, so he arrived at the hospital first. Seeing that Cen Wu's wound had already been bandaged and it wasn't as severe as he had imagined—no bloodied head or life-threatening condition—he felt slightly relieved.

Cen Xiao frowned, about to scold him.

But Cen Wu had already learned to preempt him. His lips pale, he moved slightly and said, "I... I'm useless. I was out digging for wild vegetables."

Cen Xiao: "..."

Cen Xiao's words got stuck in his throat. He wanted to scold him but couldn't, glaring at the bandage on Cen Wu's head instead.

Xie Guiluan wasn't surprised that those people had found him. The bar had surveillance, and the scar-faced man was sharp and highly suspicious. To dispel doubts, he would definitely check the footage.

He hadn't wanted to involve Cen Wu in this, as it could easily escalate into a conflict between the Cen and Xie families. But Cen Wu always managed to find him.

He would rather Cen Wu give up on him.

Cen Wu had already finished his medical scans, and there was no intracranial damage. The doctor said he needed to stay overnight for observation. Cen Xiao had his assistant handle Cen Wu's hospitalization while he took the scans to consult the doctor.

Cen Wu sat on the hospital bed, the bandage slightly peeling at the edges. Xie Guiluan gently pressed it down and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

"You... stop bothering with me," Cen Wu pushed his hand away, "I don't want to bother with you either." After a pause, he added, "I won't bother with you the day after tomorrow either. I... I hate you."

Are you happy now, you cold-hearted person? I'll never forgive you.

"Mm," Xie Guiluan responded. He took a deep breath, his hands still trembling, but he shamelessly hugged Cen Wu and said, "I'll bother with you. I like you."

Xie Guiluan had one good quality: even when they argued, he never said he didn't like Cen Wu, carefully avoiding hurting his feelings, even though Cen Wu had said many times that he didn't like him.

Cen Wu pushed Xie Guiluan's face away forcefully. When Cen Xiao walked in and saw them hugging, his face instantly turned as dark as a pot.

Thanks to Xie Guiluan, he was starting to develop a fear of men. He was annoyed by men now, even by himself and Cen Junshan.

He really wished Cen Wu's world could be devoid of men.

When Guan Xingxue arrived at the hospital, Cen Wu tried his old trick again, wanting to send Xie Guiluan away so he could act sweet with Guan Xingxue first, to prevent her from getting angry at Xie Guiluan.

He tugged on Xie Guiluan's sleeve, his eyes watery from the pain, and sniffled softly, saying, "I... I'm hungry."

"..." Xie Guiluan was silent for a few seconds, then tucked the blanket around him and said, "I'll go buy you some food."

Cen Wu had injured the back of his head and couldn't lie down flat. Lying flat made him nauseous, so he could only sit sideways on the bed.

Afraid Xie Guiluan would worry, while Cen Xiao and the others weren't paying attention, he sent Xie Guiluan a message.

"Cen Wu: [Image of a kitten holding a bowl]"

"Cen Wu: I want some spicy mala tang!"

Guan Xingxue pinched Cen Wu's ear and said softly, "Mom doesn't mind you interacting with him, but his life is more dangerous than you think. Do you understand? He might want to protect you, but danger isn't something he can choose. You could get hurt too."

Guan Xingxue knew that Cen Wu really wanted to save Xie Guiluan. She had never discouraged Cen Wu, but in her heart, she felt it was somewhat futile.

That's why Cen Junshan thought Xie Guiluan was such a tragic figure.

Some people are like a small steel ball, their fate set on a downward path from the very start. Yet, they themselves are unaware, thinking that the harder they try, the faster they roll, when in reality, they are only accelerating their fall.

Cen Wu pursed his lips and nodded.

He understood what Guan Xingxue was saying. If Xie Guiluan hadn't been so clever, he wouldn't have ended up killing Chen Weiguo.

Perhaps after Song Lingwei died, he would have been sent to an orphanage, not seen as a thorn in Xie Shangjing's side, nor manipulated by Xie Mingcheng. At least, his life might have turned out differently.

In the original story's ending, Xie Guiluan killed many people, ruling over Huai Jing with absolute power and status, having everything he could ever want. But that small steel ball still didn't stop.

That's why the final part of the original story was called "The Flames of Hell."

What Cen Wu wanted wasn't just for Xie Guiluan to come home; he also wanted that small steel ball to stop. That's why he dragged his feet and didn't run away.

He didn't go to the road leading to hell to pick up Xie Guiluan, but instead walked with him back to the crossroads where it all began, waiting for his family to come for him. How could he possibly leave Xie Guiluan behind without a second thought?

Cen Wu looked at Guan Xingxue and pleaded, "But I... I believe in him, Mom. Can you also..."

Can you also believe in him?

Because he is your child. The person he originally loved was you. He must have really wanted to see you, having walked such a long way to finally meet you.

"..." Guan Xingxue's eyes moistened. For some reason, every time she looked into Cen Wu's eyes, her heart felt heavy. She reached out and gently rubbed Cen Wu's face. "Mom gets it. Mom believes he can keep you safe too."

Cen Wu smiled at her with curved eyes.

"You silly boy," Guan Xingxue said with a hint of reproach, though her tone wasn't harsh at all, and her gaze was tender. "Does your head still hurt? You're always worrying about others."

Cen Wu had momentarily forgotten the pain, but her words brought it rushing back, and he wilted, tears brimming in his eyes.

Guan Xingxue found it both amusing and heartbreaking. She sat by the hospital bed, holding Cen Wu's hand, and suddenly remembered something. "Xiao Bao, do you want to study abroad next semester?"

Cen Wu stiffened. What? Everything was fine just a moment ago, and now suddenly they're talking about sending him abroad? What kind of cliché plot twist is this?

If this weren't a feel-good novel, he would probably reunite with Xie Guiluan years later, leading to a dramatic, forced reunion.

Cen Wu was about to refuse in a panic, but then he suddenly remembered that Cen's parents had originally planned to send the original protagonist abroad.

The original protagonist's grades were too poor to get into a decent university in the country, and his health wasn't great either. Guan Xingxue couldn't bear to see him struggle through his senior year, so she thought it would be better for him to study abroad.

Cen Wu leaned back again, wilting as he said, "Mom, I... I don't want to go."

Guan Xingxue did have some thoughts about sending him abroad to separate him from Xie Guiluan, but she wouldn't force it.

Besides, Cen Wu's grades were improving, and she wasn't sure about his thoughts, which was why she wanted to ask him.

She knew a famous Hollywood director abroad and thought Cen Wu might be interested in becoming a director.

If Cen Wu was willing, she would take him to meet the director and then apply to the university where the director taught, aiming for the film department.

If Cen Wu wasn't willing, she wouldn't force him.

Xie Guiluan stood at the door of the hospital room for a long time. It wasn't until Guan Xingxue finished discussing the matter of studying abroad with Cen Wu that he realized his legs had gone stiff from standing. He waited a few more minutes before pushing the door open and entering.

He hadn't brought the spicy hotpot for the kitten, just a simple bowl of porridge.

Cen Wu had eaten porridge from this place before, and even the cheapest bowl cost over eighty yuan. He looked at Xie Guiluan with the judgmental eyes of someone scolding a spendthrift, and after reprimanding him, he began to drink the porridge with a pained heart.

Cen Xiao was grudgingly satisfied. Although Xie Guiluan was poor, he was quite willing to buy things for Cen Wu, like raising a precious kitten. Even if he couldn't afford to eat himself, he would still buy the most expensive cat food for the kitten.

Cen Junshan checked the surveillance footage and only came to the hospital after reporting to the police.

The man with the tattooed arm didn't dare to go all out against Xie Guiluan. Even if he was an illegitimate child of the Xie family, his life was still more valuable than his own. He originally intended to hit Xie Guiluan's shoulder.

Who knew that Xie Guiluan was a head taller than Cen Wu, with Cen Wu only reaching Xie Guiluan's shoulder. When Cen Wu stepped in to block, the blow landed right on his head.

Cen Wu: "..."

Cen Wu's eyelashes were damp, and he lay on the hospital bed pouting, looking like a sulky child.

Guan Xingxue, sitting beside him, laughed until tears came out. She then cupped Cen Wu's face and rubbed it, comforting him, "Our Xiao Bao is still growing. Maybe next year, you'll be as tall as 1.9 meters."

Cen Wu: "..."

Thanks, if she hadn't laughed so happily, he might have actually felt comforted.

Typical mom.

Cen Junshan and his wife were no longer young and couldn't stay up all night like this. Besides, Cen Wu wasn't seriously injured, so he urged his parents to go home and told Cen Xiao and Xie Guiluan to leave as well.

But Xie Guiluan didn't move, and Cen Xiao didn't plan to leave either.

Cen Xiao had reserved a high-end suite for Cen Wu, complete with a living room and a bedroom.

Seeing that Xie Guiluan still had bandages on his arm, Cen Xiao took the initiative to sleep in the living room, leaving the bedroom for Xie Guiluan.

Xie Guiluan didn't leave. He stayed by Cen Wu's side as he received his IV drip. Cen Wu's eyelashes drooped, and he was so sleepy he almost fell asleep.

"The second young master," Xie Guiluan called softly. Cen Wu didn't respond, so he thought Cen Wu was asleep. Only then did he grasp Cen Wu's hand, pressing his cold lips to the back of Cen Wu's hand. His voice was extremely low as he said, "I really want... to go with you."

Even if Cen Wu went abroad, he wasn't afraid. His grades were good enough to apply to foreign universities.

Lack of money wasn't an issue; he could save up once he got there. But Song Lingwei's illness wasn't cured, so he could never leave Huai Jing in this lifetime.

Xie Guiluan felt he shouldn't get close to Cen Wu, but every time he thought about giving up, he really wanted to hold his hand.

He was truly selfish, always stirring up trouble with Cen Wu.

Cen Wu wasn't completely asleep. He felt Xie Guiluan kissing the back of his hand and didn't want to open his eyes, afraid Xie Guiluan would take it further. Damn it, Xie Guiluan was actually stealing a kiss.

Then he heard Xie Guiluan say he wanted to go with him.

Cen Wu was stunned for a moment, realizing that Xie Guiluan had misunderstood something. His eyelashes fluttered as he opened his eyes. In this position, he reached out and rubbed Xie Guiluan's face, saying, "I... I won't go abroad, unless you don't want to see me anymore."

He didn't have enough money to go abroad now. He planned to rent a cheap, unregistered room in Huai Jing and hide for a few days to see if Xie Guiluan intended to deal with him.

After all, he hadn't even finished high school. Leaving Huai Jing No.1 High School would require transferring, and no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't escape. So he might as well take a gamble.

If Xie Guiluan was willing to let him live, he would quickly complete the transfer procedures and then leave Huai Jing. If Xie Guiluan wanted to kill him... what an unfilial son.

Xie Guiluan, having been discovered, didn't let go of his hand. Instead, he gripped it tighter and bit it. Cen Wu almost reflexively slapped him, but then he heard Xie Guiluan whisper, "I'm sorry."

"What?" Cen Wu looked up.

Xie Guiluan said, "I'm sorry for avoiding you these past few days."

He didn't want to involve Cen Wu, but Cen Wu still got hurt and was unhappy because of him.

"You... you know better." Cen Wu muttered.

Xie Guiluan held his hand and pressed a small sealed packet of medicine into his palm. Cen Wu was stunned for a moment, feeling it was too risky to handle, and he didn't dare to take it.

Xie Guiluan just showed it to him, not intending to let Cen Wu carry such a dangerous thing. It was a substance he brought out from the underground casino at Blue Night, with Xie Mingcheng's fingerprints on the packet.

It wasn't the most potent threat, but Xie Mingcheng shouldn't bother him for a while, and to prevent this from being exposed, he would also help him resolve other issues.

Cen Wu didn't know how Xie Guiluan managed to get it; it really was beyond his knowledge. Xie Guiluan must have been preoccupied with this.

Xie Guiluan couldn't tell him, in case he was caught while Cen Wu was sending him a message. His death didn't matter, but if the phone was seen, Cen Wu would definitely be targeted.

Cen Wu remained silent for a moment, then he extended his little finger, hooking Xie Guiluan's finger, "I... I want to make up with you."

"..." Xie Guiluan curved his lips, he hooked his finger with Cen Wu.

Cen Wu couldn't help but scold him, "You... where are you going with me?"

He hoped Xie Guiluan had his own place to go, rather than following him. Xie Guiluan just couldn't learn to love himself.

"Wherever you go," Xie Guiluan held his hand, lowered his head to kiss his fingertips, and said, "I will go there."

Cen Wu could only earnestly analyze the pros and cons for him. Given Xie Guiluan's situation, it was most suitable for him to go to Jing University. He could have gone to college properly, so why run abroad with him?

If he didn't care about Xie Guiluan, Xie Guiluan's initial life would be a problem. Of course, he knew Xie Guiluan could adapt to anything, but even so, he would suffer extra hardships.

After listening, Xie Guiluan was silent for a moment, leaned his cheek on Cen Wu's palm, raised his cold and attractive peach blossom eyes, and said stubbornly in a low voice, "Brother, won't you care about me?"

Cen Wu: "..."

Who is your brother.

"I... why should I care about you?" Cen Wu said fiercely, "What... what benefit can you give me? Can't you just strive for yourself?"

Xie Guiluan seemed to take it in a bit. He buried his face in Cen Wu's palm and said very strivingly, "I can sleep with brother."

Cen Wu tried his best to control himself, not to slap him.

"Brother goes to class," Xie Guiluan licked his fingertips, the young man's voice was deep and soothing, "I wait for you at home, sleep with you at night."

Cen Wu was distracted, couldn't help but think about that scene, and found himself somewhat tempted. But his ears suddenly turned red, and he slapped his hand over Xie Guiluan's mouth.

"Say... say it again," Cen Wu was so angry he felt dizzy, "Why are you considering being a man's kept boy?"

Xie Guiluan moved his thin lips, unrepentantly said, "I can also let brother ride..."

Another slap.

Cen Wu's hand was sore from slapping, until Xie Guiluan said he would be self-reliant, not be a kept man, not be a man's plaything, and not elope abroad with a man. Only then did he move his hand away.

The soundproofing of this ward was quite good. Cen Xiao couldn't hear what Cen Wu and Xie Guiluan were saying, but he heard them whispering all the time. It was so annoying; why do they have so much to say when they get together?

Cen Xiao cleared his throat heavily.

Cen Wu immediately pursed his lips.

Xie Guiluan also stiffened for a moment, but after all, his face was thicker than Cen Wu's, and soon he was as if nothing had happened. He helped Cen Wu tuck in the quilt corner and said, "The second young master, call me if you need anything at night."

He wanted to stay here with Cen Wu, but he feared Cen Xiao wouldn’t allow it.

Cen Wu waved him off, and Xie Guiluan headed to the adjacent bedroom. Cen Wu lay down for a while, but suddenly remembered something and took out his phone, wanting to send Xie Guiluan a goodnight message.

This felt like some Pavlovian conditioning. Xie Guiluan was always waiting for his goodnight message, which made him accustomed to sending one, otherwise he couldn’t sleep himself.

Xie Guiluan heading to bed was his cue. Cen Wu knew Xie Guiluan must be waiting for his message to say goodnight, but there was also a bit of intentionality in it.

Otherwise, Xie Guiluan wouldn’t send that same message at a fixed time every day, ending the conversation with a more ritualized routine than a normal goodnight.

Being loved by Xie Guiluan meant being under his spell, making it hard to maintain one’s own personality. But Cen Wu knew him too well, so he maintained a delicate balance.

He spoiled Xie Guiluan rotten, going along with whatever tricks or tests Xie Guiluan wanted to try. Xie Guiluan felt secure with him, and unknowingly handed over some of the control.

It was unclear who had tamed who, and Xie Guiluan himself no longer cared. He knew he liked Cen Wu.

He loved him deeply.

Dignity and security were things he was ready to give up, content to rise and fall in his hands.

But just as Cen Wu was about to hit send on his “goodnight” message, Xie Guiluan suddenly sent him a message.

Yet another photo.

The wound on Xie Guiluan’s abdomen hadn’t healed yet, the stitches were still in, and he had just changed the dressing himself.

The young man’s cold peach blossom eyes gazed down, his nose bridge sharp, reflecting the snowy light outside. He held the hem of his sweater in his mouth, and his black sweatpants were slightly pulled down.

His hands were pale and slender, young and sexy, as he bent down to wrap the bandage around his waist.

Cen Wu: “…………”

Cen Wu was baffled, utterly shocked. There was no need to seduce him so determinedly despite being injured.

“Cen Wu: Brother, can I ask what makes you insist on sending me nude photos?”

Xie Guiluan had a very clear sense of being a kept man. Even through the screen, Cen Wu could imagine that ambiguous and annoying tone.

“Xie Guiluan: Professional ethics.”

Cen Wu: “...”

Don’t push me to fire you.