Chapter 14: Job Well Done (Part 2)

Chapter 14: Job Well Done (Part 2)

Maybe he was too caught up in the moment, Zhuo Fan's shouts faded into the background. Wen Muyan tilted his head back, gasping for breath, before finally reacting to his words. He pretended to be angry, "I've never been forced before, how would I know!" His cheeks turned slightly red, whether from anger or some other reason, it was hard to tell.

Xiao Han held his hand, thankful that the script focused more on psychological descriptions at this point. If he had to deliver lines while in the act, he was afraid he might lose control.

The basement was cold and damp, but the two of them were sweating profusely. Xiao Han always made sure to be mindful of Wen Muyan's feelings, but now he was almost at his limit. Deep inside the other's heated and tight body, he thrust fiercely a few times, the pleasure made him let out a soft groan, "Now, isn't it... you can pick up a thing or two..."

Wen Muyan, overwhelmed to the point of weakness, his exposed neck and Adam's apple bobbing, upon hearing this, playfully clenched his muscles, breathing hard and letting out soft moans, "Who needs to learn... this kind of stuff... ah..."

Xiao Han, aroused by the tight grip, managed to keep it together. He chuckled coldly, "Wen Muyan, haven't you suffered enough? Or are you just a natural-born slut who enjoys being taken? You're gripping me so tightly here." Originally, it was meant as an insult, but when Xiao Han said it, with a low whisper and a teasing tone, it came off as flirtatious.

To Wen Muyan, it sounded even more flirtatious, his stomach clenching in waves, his hoarse moans turned into soft cries, he couldn't resist tilting his head back, craving a kiss.

Startled, Xiao Han fought the urge to lean in and kiss him, instead, he pushed his head down, breathing hard, "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Who acts like this when they're being forced?"

Wen Muyan bit his lip, extremely aggrieved, "I forgot..."

Even Xiao Han couldn't help but feel defeated at this moment. The person beneath him, with eyes wet with desire, made him feel unbearably hot. After thrusting heavily a few times, he finally released.

However, the poor Wen Muyan didn't get the same treatment, he could only stand trembling, not even able to reach out and touch himself.

Under Wen Muyan's resentful gaze, Xiao Han, risking great impropriety, picked up a couple of clothes and threw them on him to cover his shame, mockingly saying loudly, "Throw this guy out, don't dirty my place."

Just then, an unexpected turn of events occurred—

Zhuo Fan, who had witnessed the entire process of his friend being violated, had been unresponsive, his eyes blank. But now, he suddenly burst out, unexpectedly breaking free from those holding him, picking up the gun from the ground and pointing it at Xiao Han, tears streaming down his face as he trembled, "Xiao Han, I never thought, I really never thought, you could hate me to this extent. You've humiliated me, and now you've done this to Muyan! He's innocent! Just because he likes me? He just likes me, what's wrong with that? Let us go! Or I'll kill you and we'll die together!"

The two, who had long known it would come to this, weren't too surprised. Xiao Han looked coldly at Zhuo Fan, at the trembling black muzzle, a sneer appearing on his face. He leisurely wiped his soiled clothes, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Zhuo Fan and Wen Muyan, before saying lightly, "Fine, open the door, let them out."

"But young master—" The two bodyguards wanted to say something, but Xiao Han raised his hand to stop them.

Xiao Han lifted his chin, holding a cold smile as he stepped closer to Zhuo Fan, "Do you really dare to shoot?"

"You, don't come any closer!" Zhuo Fan ran to Wen Muyan's side, helping him up. Wen Muyan barely managed to put on his clothes, his legs still slightly numb, but now was not the time to care about that, pulling Zhuo Fan towards the door.

"Young master, should we pursue them?"

Xiao Han's face darkened, his voice cold, "Pursue them, report their whereabouts at all times. If you lose them, don't come back to see me."

"Yes, young master."

This chase and escape lasted for three days. Xiao Han wasn't clear on what the script wanted him to do, only vaguely feeling that something was off about what was to come.

During the waiting period, he couldn't help but feel anxious. He even thought, if it was just following the original plot where he would regretfully return to grovel, that would be one thing. He was already adept at dealing with such situations. But now, the plot he could perceive was getting shorter, and with Wen Muyan being with Zhuo Fan, he couldn't call him to discuss.

Finally, on the third day, the fog in his mind gradually cleared, and what was about to happen slowly imprinted itself in his consciousness.

In the dimly lit bedroom, Xiao Han sat in thought under the light, his elbows resting on the armrests, fingers crossed, casting a blurry shadow on the floor like a bird spreading its wings. Xiao Han stared at the shadow for a while, then slowly lowered his hands.

He needed to make a decision, knowing that at this moment, Wen Muyan was probably also struggling with the same decision.

Early the next morning, Xian Fu came to report that Zhuo Fan and Wen Muyan had been cornered by their people in a warehouse in the suburbs.

Xiao Han nodded slightly, closing his eyes to think about what was to come. He already had a plan in mind, but now he could no longer foresee tomorrow's events. It seemed the abilities granted to them by the script were gradually being stripped away.

However, this situation wasn't necessarily bad. After all, a future full of unknowns is the real future, not one led by the nose along a preordained path.

But even so, the script's base tone of scum and trash was still there. If he openly defied it, who knows what might happen.

"Bring a few guys and follow me." Xiao Han finished his milk in one gulp, wiped the corner of his mouth, and abruptly stood up from the sofa.

Xian Fu frowned and said, "Boss, you don’t need to bother with something this small. Let the guys bring Zhuo Fan to you."

Xiao Han shook his head without further explanation. "Let’s go."

"...Yes."

For the past three days, Wen Muyan had been unusually quiet. Although he had deliberately arranged to shake off the pursuers at just the right moments, he brushed off Zhuo Fan’s constant concern and comfort.

His attitude was nothing like his usual gentle and caring self. However, Zhuo Fan didn’t find it too suspicious. After all, Wen Muyan had just gone through such a humiliating experience. To Zhuo Fan, this was the worst thing that could’ve happened. If it were him, he’d probably have thought about ending it all. Zhuo Fan was amazed that Wen Muyan was acting like nothing happened.

He didn’t realize that Wen Muyan was really worried about what was coming next.

"Muyan, we’ve been in this warehouse for a whole night. Where should we go next?"

Seeing Zhuo Fan’s completely unworried expression, Wen Muyan helplessly shook his head. "We’re not going anywhere."

"Why?"

The sound of brakes and footsteps outside the warehouse answered his question for him.

"Crap, it’s gotta be Xiao Han’s guys. Muyan, let’s hide quickly!" Zhuo Fan grabbed his hand and tried to pull him towards the back door, but the latter remained seated, not moving an inch.

"There’s no need to hide. This place is tiny. We’ll just wait here for him," Wen Muyan sighed, took out a compact pistol, and closed his eyes to rest.

"But..." Zhuo Fan frowned, pacing back and forth in anxiety.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang from the front, presumably the sound of the door being forced open. Footsteps echoed as they quickly closed in on the two. Wen Muyan calmly held his gun, with a visibly nervous but trying-to-stay-calm Zhuo Fan standing behind him. A group of men aimed their guns at Wen Muyan, ready for a fight.

Moments later, Xiao Han, dressed in a black trench coat, slowly walked in. He made a gesture, and the burly men at the door immediately retreated to stand behind him, unmoving like a mountain.

His cold gaze swept over Zhuo Fan and Wen Muyan, and he smiled slightly. "Three days later, and you two seem to be holding up. I just wonder if you’ll be able to escape today."

Wen Muyan stared at him for a moment, unable to discern anything from his eyes. He took a deep breath and responded, "That’s up to the gun I’m holding."

"Ha, Wen Muyan, you think I can’t turn you into Swiss cheese with one word?" Xiao Han raised an eyebrow and smiled. He reached out and took a pistol from someone nearby, pulled the safety catch, and aimed it at Wen Muyan’s forehead.

Wen Muyan didn’t back down. The two of them stood pointing guns at each other, the tension was thick.

"Stop!" Zhuo Fan, who’d been hiding behind Wen Muyan, finally snapped. He rushed out and stood between the two, spreading his arms, unsure of whom to block. Finally, he looked at Xiao Han, then at Wen Muyan, his expression sorrowful, and said in a mournful voice, "Please, don’t hurt each other because of me! It’s all my fault!"

Hearing this, both Wen Muyan and Xiao Han inwardly felt like vomiting blood.

"Xiao Han, you came here to take me away, right? Alright, I’ll come with you. Just let Muyan go, and I’ll come with you," Zhuo Fan said with a look of utter determination, tears streaming down his face, trying to hide his own pain to show how selfless he was. Definitely not because he was secretly thrilled that two hot, rich guys were fighting over him!

"If I kill him, you’re coming with me whether you like it or not," Xiao Han said coldly, unmoved. His gaze had been fixed on Wen Muyan the entire time, not even glancing at Zhuo Fan.

"Tell your men to drop their guns, or I’ll put a hole in your head before you can kill me," Wen Muyan stared deeply into his eyes. If it weren’t for the coldness of their conversation, the lingering gaze would have made one think they were a couple.

"Let’s see who’s quicker then," Xiao Han’s hand holding the gun didn’t budge, but inwardly he was groaning, his hand was so sore!

"Don’t!" Zhuo Fan was truly panicked now. He gritted his teeth and stood in front of Wen Muyan, saying to Xiao Han, "Xiao Han, Muyan has saved me multiple times. I can’t just stand by and watch you kill him. If you’re going to shoot, kill me first!"

Xiao Han sneered, tempted to just shoot and put an end to this guy’s ‘friendship over love’ act.

If it were a scumbag standing in front of a cannon fodder to threaten the bottom, wouldn’t it have led to burning this pair of dogs to death?

But right now...

Xiao Han frowned, feeling frustrated as Zhuo Fan blocked his line of sight, making it impossible to make eye contact with Wen Muyan. Did they really have to follow the script and shoot each other once? Although he knew they wouldn’t die, just thinking about it made him feel the pain! Rather than endure such torment, it would be better to...

At that moment, a hand reached out from behind Zhuo Fan and touched his cheek. Before he could react, Wen Muyan, using every ounce of his strength, pinned the unsuspecting Zhuo Fan against the wall!

Wen Muyan rubbed his shoulder and complained, "My arm is so sore I can barely hold the gun."

Xiao Han was speechless for a moment, then quickly signaled his stunned subordinates to leave. He furrowed his brows and chided sharply, "How could you treat our beloved Zhuo Fan like this?!"

Before Wen Muyan could respond, Xiao Han seriously gave him a thumbs-up: "Well done!"

"..."

Author’s note: Xiao Han, I really didn’t intend to portray you this way! OTZ…