Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Tian Ruan was drenched in cold sweat. Sab was a famous BL manga artist known for explicit content—his seemingly innocent art style masked works that were practically plotless porn, created purely for the sake of smut.

The tops were always well-endowed and skilled, while the bottoms were fair-skinned and beautiful—drawn solely to serve the explicit scenes.

Now, Lu Qiuyan had become the top in his manga, and Tian Ruan the bottom. It was nothing short of an absolute shock—perhaps the thunder at the hotel hadn’t been meant to scare Tian Ruan, but had actually been caused by Sab.

Sab had openly broken up this world’s official main couple. Would cosmic justice allow such a thing?

“So this is the kind of modeling you were doing?” Yu Jingmo’s voice was as cold as arctic chill.

Tian Ruan held up all ten fingers in oath. “If there’s anything between me and Lu Qiuyan, may I be struck by lightning!”

A thunderclap shook the sky.

“…” Tian Ruan closed his eyes and waited a moment before opening them again. “See? I wasn’t struck. That proves I’m telling the truth.”

Yu Jingmo grabbed his hand. “Don’t make such vows. I believe you. What if you actually got struck?”

“It won’t happen. Lu Qiuyan and I are completely platonic.” Tian Ruan was still shaken, privately terrified that the lightning might strike the wrong person—then he’d have no one to cry to.

Yu Jingmo took his phone and scrolled through it for a while, his expression growing colder by the second.

Tian Ruan spoke cautiously, “At most, Lu Qiuyan and I just posed with our arms around each other’s shoulders. There wasn’t a single intimate move. That bastard took creative liberties.”

“Hm.”

“Stop looking. It’ll ruin your eyesight.”

Yu Jingmo screenshotted a few individual shots of Tian Ruan and sent them to his own phone.

“…”

He then called Assistant Xu and relayed the website. “Take care of this tonight.”

Assistant Xu replied, “Understood, Mr. Yu. No problem, Mr. Yu.” The poor overworked assistant had to work late into the night to solve the boss’s troubles.

That evening, Yu Ti sent a WeChat message: *How’s it going, Uncle?*

Yu Ti: *Ten minutes in. Don’t tell me you’ve already been worn out by Uncle.*

Yu Ti: *Twenty minutes. Uncle, I wish you happiness.*

Tian Ruan: *…I was just taking a shower.*

Yu Ti: *Won’t disturb your happiness then.*

Tian Ruan: *Go to bed early. Stop reading smut—your mind’s in the gutter.*

Yu Ti didn’t reply. Cutting off her BL manga was like cutting off her oxygen.

Meanwhile, Tian Ruan had no energy left to worry about others’ well-being—his own robe was coming undone.

Yu Jingmo untied the sash from behind, his elegant hands firmly gripping the young man’s slender frame, smooth and soft like precious mutton-fat jade.

“Show me those poses,” he said, his tone deceptively calm, belying the urgency in his hands.

Tian Ruan stretched with feline grace and crawled over to Yu Jingmo, slinging one arm over his broad shoulder. The robe barely covered him, revealing milky skin flushed pink.

Yu Jingmo glanced sideways at the portrait of the beauty beside him. The youthful face in the painting, with its shy eyes, looked inexperienced yet alluring.

"Like this," Tian Ruan said, "but not this close."

"And then?" Yu Jingmo's Adam's apple bobbed as his gaze swept over two flushed peaks and a pale, slender waist.

Tian Ruan lay down right in front of Yu Jingmo, limp and lazy like a sunbathing cat—clearly sprawled out without effort, yet the blush on his cheeks and his bare, snow-white long legs gave him an air of unintentional allure. "Just like this, nothing more..."

Yu Jingmo gently caressed his cheek, earlobe, and neck, easily controlling his every response. "Not at all like a model."

"I was never a model to begin with," Tian Ruan puffed his cheeks slightly.

Yu Jingmo lowered his head to kiss his lips, plucking the red plum from the snow.[^1]

[^1]: Plum blossoms symbolize resilience and purity in Chinese culture.

Not a model, yet every pose a model could do, Tian Ruan could perform before Yu Jingmo.

Yu Jingmo even punished him with two-person push-ups—slacking off earned him a spanking.

The preview and trial pages of comic artist Sab’s work were taken down, leaving fans flooding the replies to ask why.

Sab simply said: *I’ve found a story I’m more excited about. This one isn’t ready yet.*

No one pressed further, assuming it was just a lack of inspiration, and after a few comforting words, the fuss died down in days. Later, Sab announced a new comic, and the issue was dropped entirely.

Tian Ruan didn’t pay much attention. To celebrate his brother and sister-in-law’s return, he went with his mom in person to the airport to greet them.

Madam Du, disliking the airport’s stuffy air, stayed in the car with the purifier running, while Tian Ruan and Dew went inside the terminal to meet them.

Soon, Tian Ruan caught sight of the main-character aura fitting the novel’s second lead: Du Henbie, clad in a black overcoat, a tailored custom suit, and handmade leather shoes, pushing his luggage with an air that made him the most eye-catching guy in the crowd.

Meanwhile, He Lansi was, as always, dressed flamboyantly—his champagne-colored, slightly long hair tied back with a band, sunglasses on, and adorned with jingling accessories, resembling a walking jewelry store once more.

His snow-white jawline and pinkish lips were only interrupted when his scarf slipped, revealing the shocking bite marks and hickeys on his neck—hinting at even more "livelier souvenirs" beneath his clothes.

"Hi~" He Lansi raised a hand in greeting with a maneki-neko wave.

Tian Ruan waved back like a maneki-neko.

He Lansi snorted. "Still so adorable."

"..."

Du Henbie cast a cool glance at He Lansi. "Is it my brother who’s adorable, or is it my *brother* who’s adorable?"

He Lansi pretended to think. "Of course, it’s your brother who’s adorable. Your *brother* is too beefy for me."

Tian Ruan: "...Are PDAs really okay here?"

Dew, unfazed by their antics, picked up the luggage and said, "Madam is waiting in the car for the young masters."

He Lansi ambled. "I’d better not meet her. I scammed twenty bil from Du Henbie—wouldn’t want to face her in shame."

Dew: "? What?"

He Lansi: "I conned Du Henbie out of twenty billion. Twenty. Billion."

Dew cleared his throat. "That can hardly be called swindling. The young master was willing to give it to you—it’s just your inside joke."

He Lansi: "..."

Tian Ruan leaned in, looking expectantly at Du Henbie. "Big brother, you don't need to give me any romance—just a little fun will do."

Du Henbie smiled and said, "Only Yu Jingmo can satisfy your appetite. I can't handle that."

Tian Ruan: "As expected, once you have a wife, you forget your little brother."

The family climbed into the limousine. Madam Du had no idea about the twenty billion issue, and Du Henbie didn’t mention it either. He Lansi was on his best behavior around her—after all, she was a graceful and refined woman.

Madam Du asked with a smile, "Did you go riding?"

He Lansi’s smile froze.

Du Henbie took a sip of mineral water, leaned back in his seat, stretched his long legs so they touched He Lansi's, and replied, "We did."

Madam Du asked again, "Was it fun?"

Du Henbie gave He Lansi a meaningful look. "It was fun. He Lansi isn’t much of a rider though—he almost fell off."

"No way? Hasn’t Xiao He ridden before?"

"He has, but never a horse that wild. It was a rough ride. Makes sense he couldn’t handle it."

Tian Ruan cut in, "Mr. Yu and I went riding too. I rode a small horse, he rode a big one. Where did this fiery rooster come from?"

Du Henbie smirked. "The wildest thing wasn’t the horse—it was the 'rooster.'"

"A fiery rooster?" Tian Ruan frowned. "There’s no rooster that big, big brother—you’re lying."

"If you don’t believe me, ask He Lansi. Was there a rooster that big?"

"He Lansi," Tian Ruan asked innocently, "was there really a rooster that big? How come I’ve never seen one?"

By then, Madam Du had caught on and coughed lightly. "That’s not for young ears."

"?"

He Lansi gave a tight smile, shooting a glare at Du Henbie, and told Tian Ruan, "Go ask your husband."

Tian Ruan stood frozen for ten seconds until it finally clicked—he understood... and wished he hadn’t.

When Yu Jingmo got off work, Tian Ruan vented about the incident.

Yu Jingmo watched the young man chatter away and remarked, "Hmm, your big brother really knows how to have fun."

Tian Ruan groaned. "...Don’t you start learning from him."

Yu Jingmo, still new to intimacy, was like an enthusiastic learner who wanted to try every position.

This made things tough for Tian Ruan, who always had to accommodate Yu Jingmo. Luckily, his waist was limber and his body flexible enough to endure all the different maneuvers.

The holiday break was almost over, and Tian Ruan needed to prepare his school supplies. He specifically told the butler not to buy anything—he wanted to pick it out himself to get into the school mindset.

"Finally, it’s time for school!" Tian Ruan told Lu Qiuyan excitedly as he walked into the stationery store.

Students browsing the shop gave him jealous side-eyes. Ugh, another privileged De Yin kid—we've already been stuck in class for weeks, and he’s just starting now.

Tian Ruan noticed their stares. "...What’s wrong with them?"

Lu Qiuyan shrugged. "School sucks for everyone but you."