Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Shen Mo’s expression was so amusing that Jiang Yao couldn't help but wonder if he’d been too honest.

Yet, in the very next second, the man’s face transformed.

From fury to surprise, then to an almost entitled arrogance.

“You like money?” Shen Mo asked.

[In your heart, I can’t even compare to money? You cheap slut, open to anyone. I thought what you really wanted was to be fucked?]

Jiang Yao: “Yes, and I know, Sir, you can give me endless money.”

Shen Mo’s eyes flickered. “Are you provoking me?”

“No,” Jiang Yao said softly. “It’s precisely because of money that I’ll always be loyal to you, Sir.”

Shen Mo fell silent, his gaze complex as he scrutinized Jiang Yao, his own conflicted emotions subtly conveyed.

He utterly detested Jiang Yao’s promiscuous nature—how freely he allowed himself to be touched and approached—yet he couldn’t deny his own desire for him. He loathed himself for being outranked by mere wealth, yet reveled in the fact that he possessed endless money, and Jiang Yao was forced to submit to him because of it.

What he hated most was how easily Jiang Yao’s words could stir such complicated feelings within him!

[Oh, Jiang Yao, you little whore… You want money, do you? I’ll give it to you!]

Pushed onto the bed, Jiang Yao’s once-immaculate clothes were already in disarray.

His collarbones were half-exposed, his trousers riding high, his slender ankles clad in black socks, his feet in those pure red-soled leather shoes that starkly contrasted his gentle demeanor.

Red-soled shoes inherently exuded a sense of restrained desire—something few could pull off. The more unfulfilled one was, the more they sought to suppress their urges.

No wonder. This seemingly pure and harmless butler left behind not a single step or footprint that wasn’t etched with his own desires!

Shen Mo took a few steps back, his lips curving as he said in a low voice, “Strip.”

Jiang Yao blinked, his long lashes fluttering in feigned distress, as if he were already being bullied despite Shen Mo having done nothing.

“Ten thousand per item,” Shen Mo rasped.

[Not satisfied? You have quite the appetite.] Shen Mo gripped Jiang Yao’s chin, forcing him to look up.

Jiang Yao was beautiful—a boyish beauty devoid of effeminacy. Even a glimpse of his milky skin hinted at obscenity. Usually tightly covered, elegant and gentle, his perpetually smiling eyes made him appear harmless, greatly diminishing his inherent aloofness.

Who would have thought that when he wasn’t smiling, his cold, distant aura would be so strong? This sense of detachment made him seem like an inviolable, sacred deity on a throne.

But a deity wouldn’t appear half-dressed on another man’s bed, putting on such a provocative display. Who was it for, if not because he had no choice but to comply?

Shen Mo reacted almost instantly, his body tensing to the point of pain. “Ten thousand a minute. Keep going until you’re done.”

Jiang Yao almost let out a whistle of delight!

He was more than willing!

He was absolutely thrilled!

His slender fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, Jiang Yao deliberately slowing his movements, feeling as if Shen Mo’s gaze alone was scorching his skin!

[Slut. No wonder you usually dress so conservatively, not even showing an arm. You were born to be fucked!]

As Jiang Yao shed his shirt, Shen Mo’s eyes followed his every move, every inch of exposed skin seeming to be branded by fire.

Ten thousand per second.

Jiang Yao stripped willingly.

Once the shirt was off, he reached for his tie.

[Like a dog leash.] Shen Mo’s expression was flat. Who could guess what thoughts lurked beneath that calm exterior?

Jiang Yao was a master at pleasing others. He curved his lips, handing the end of the tie to Shen Mo, his crimson lips parting as he said, “Sir, you are the person I admire most.”

[You think playing sweet will make me go easy on you?] Shen Mo clenched the tie, the fabric growing damp in his sweaty grip.

Jiang Yao straightened, kneeling on the bed, looking up at Shen Mo like a devout, infatuated worshiper. “Does it look like a dog leash, Sir? I’ve dreamed of handing it to you myself…”

Shen Mo’s throat bobbed, the darkness in his eyes so thick it seemed about to drip.

“Do you like it?” Jiang Yao asked, taking off the tie and binding it around Shen Mo instead.

The moment he touched Shen Mo, the man’s inner scream nearly deafened him!

[Don’t touch me! Whore! Mnh…!]

Jiang Yao thought, *Such a performance. If I don’t tie you up, you’ll stroke yourself to death!*

[Disgusting… disgusting… ah ha…]

Pleasure and revulsion tore Shen Mo apart. The pain was unbearable—the more his mind recoiled in disgust, the more his body honestly surrendered to Jiang Yao’s manipulation.

Leashed.

Jiang Yao’s lips curved, maintaining his signature innocent expression. “Sir…”

His hand suddenly tightened!

Shen Mo: “Ah!”

Jiang Yao wanted to strangle Shen Mo into two pieces!

[Get lost!]

“Get lost!”

Shen Mo fell onto the bed, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his sculpted abs turning crimson from the pain. He was too agonized to even make a sound.

“Does it hurt?” Jiang Yao panicked, tears welling up at Shen Mo’s state. “I-I-I… I have no experience… I was just so lost in you, Sir… so I…”

He turned Shen Mo onto his back—curling up would have eased the pain, but he refused to let Shen Mo rest, prying his hands apart until the man was splayed naked like a fish on a cutting board.

Jiang Yao’s tears dripped onto Shen Mo’s body. “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…”

Shen Mo: “…”

[Damn it, I should just fuck you, you cheap dog… I… it hurts so much… You’d better be telling the truth…]

“Sir, you’re just too beautiful,” Jiang Yao bit his lower lip, gazing at Shen Mo with a mix of guilt and admiration. “Even that part is beautiful. I… I felt weak in the knees just looking… so I just wanted to… like…”

He struggled for words, while Shen Mo was in too much pain to speak.

“Like seeing an adorable kitten and wanting to bite it, or seeing beautiful clothes and wanting to tear them apart… When I see you like this, Sir, I can’t help but want to hurt you even more…”

“That way, tomorrow, the day after, and for many days to come, whenever you feel the pain, you’ll remember… it was me who made you hurt.”

Shen Mo tightly shut his eyes, utterly disheveled. Even in this state, he couldn’t resist Jiang Yao’s few provocative words. Only by not looking at Jiang Yao could the physical pain lessen slightly.

But not looking made those words echo uncontrollably in his mind, intensifying the pain beyond restraint.

That night.

The family doctor was urgently called. Shen Mo’s bedroom door remained shut until a light dose of anesthesia and sleeping pills finally allowed him to fall asleep.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yao worked late into the night, preparing Shen Mo’s clothes for the next day. He took the doctor’s advice to heart, replacing Shen Mo’s tight elastic underwear with soft, loose cotton ones.

System: [You’re really full of yourself.]

Jiang Yao smiled, ironed the underwear, and placed it prominently at Shen Mo’s bedside. Then he bent down, his face lingering dangerously close to Shen Mo’s, as if about to kiss him. “Goodnight, Sir. Sweet dreams.”

With that, he lightly kissed Shen Mo’s forehead.

[The day you get to have me, I’ll make you pay for it.]

Bang!

Jiang Yao closed the door, his leather shoes stepping onto the handwoven hallway carpet, revealing hints of blood-red soles beneath.

-

On Christmas Day.

G Country was bustling with people. Christmas decorations adorned the streets, and men and women dressed in festive attire were everywhere, as the entire nation celebrated the arrival of the new year.

For the past week, Jiang Yao had been swamped, finally completing all preparations on Christmas Eve.

That night, he slept only two hours. By the time he woke the next morning, Shen Mo had already left the villa. Jesse’s kindergarten was on break, and Jerry’s tutoring sessions had ended early.

Today, the entire family had a shared agenda.

Fu Xiaoen carried Ian into the car, then turned to Jiang Yao, who was holding the door open for him. “You’re riding with me.”

Jiang Yao smiled faintly. “Housekeeper Jenny will be with you.”

Jiang Yao closed the car door and walked toward the last vehicle in the convoy. Jerry stopped him. “Hey, after this, can I take this car out for a spin?”

“Of course.” Jiang Yao’s eyes curved. Jerry’s ride was a racing-spec Ferrari, with a sleek body and an ultra-low chassis, its engine growling like a predator upon ignition.

Jerry adored this car. However, Jiang Yao added with a smile, “The driver will accompany you. You can play however you like.”

Jerry: “…”

During this time, Jiang Yao’s position in the Shen household had undergone a quiet transformation. Ever since he began standing by Shen Mo’s side and was granted access to his study, the attitudes around him had changed imperceptibly.

“Can I go to the racetrack?!” Jerry straightened up, raising his voice at Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao opened the car door and sank into the leather seat. Casually picking up the radio, he replied softly, “The track isn’t finished yet, young master. You’ll have to wait until after the summer races to play there.”

Jerry glanced around, spotting Jiang Yao in the car. “Boring!”

Jiang Yao fastened his seatbelt and signaled the driver to depart. The convoy left the villa, snaking down the mountain road. The entire Shen family was out—nine luxury cars in formation, five of which carried the villa’s bodyguards.

Jiang Yao rubbed the bridge of his nose, working even while in transit. The deep-sea fish for dinner was already en route by plane and needed to reach Shen Mo’s yacht within two hours.

Deep-sea fish spoiled quickly. Once caught by Shen Mo’s fishing team, they were processed immediately and airlifted. Coordinating private flight routes and securing airspace clearance fell to Jiang Yao.

System: [We’re eating well tonight.]

Jiang Yao set down his phone and spoke to the driver beside him. “I heard they caught a prime salmon, around 300 pounds.”

The driver exclaimed, “Oh! That’s fantastic! This party is going to be perfect!”

Jiang Yao nodded, calling the fishing team to confirm the plane was en route and to prepare accordingly. He didn’t forget to exchange pleasantries: “Also, keep the freshly extracted fish heart for yourselves. Give my regards to the first mate and the crew. Your Christmas gifts are coming with the shipment. And Merry Christmas.”

The driver looked at Jiang Yao in surprise, seizing the moment at a red light to ask, “Butler Jiang, you prepared Christmas gifts for the fishing team?”

“What about you?” Jiang Yao ended the call. “Have you prepared your red stocking?”

The driver’s eyes sparkled. “Oh my God! You! You’re amazing!”

“We’re all colleagues. Merry Christmas, A Sang.” As Jiang Yao spoke, the car turned from the main road onto a private lane.

As it turned out, even abroad, gridlock was unavoidable.

But that was from others’ perspectives. Jiang Yao’s convoy smoothly navigated from the main road onto a smaller private lane along the coastal villas—a place where you couldn’t swing a cat without hitting a millionaire.

The residents of this seaside villa district were the wealthiest of the wealthy in G Country, the multimillionaires. Many of them had dealings with Shen Mo, and after brief greetings, the convoy moved without obstruction.

Trapped millionaires on the main road watched enviously as the Shen family’s fleet passed.

“That’s Mr. Shen for you.”

“Mr. Shen?”

“Where? Where?”

“Is that him? The one in the last car?” A blonde woman in a sports car removed her sunglasses, her gaze following Jiang Yao. She was one of the guests invited to tonight’s yacht party. “I heard Mr. Shen has Asian ancestry. That dark-haired man who just passed…”

“Of course not!” her companion cut in. “That must be Mr. Shen’s butler. He’s very handsome, isn’t he? Let me find a photo. I heard Victor quite likes him.”

As traffic began moving again, the woman pushed a strand behind her ear and placed a hand over her heart.

-

The cars arrived at G Country’s international airport.

It was 8 a.m. Jiang Yao checked his watch.

Their destination was London.

Aunt Zhou complained, “Why aren’t we taking the private jet?”

“It is Mr. Shen’s private jet,” Jiang Yao explained as he stepped out of the car and hurried over.

Airport staff were already waiting. “This way, sir and madam. Please proceed through the VIP channel.”

Jiang Yao, holding young Master Jesse, explained, “This is a commercial-sized aircraft, so we bought space here for parking. Also, we have too many bodyguards. For safety, it’s better we all fly to London together.”

Aunt Zhou was left speechless. She rolled her eyes at Jiang Yao and latched onto Dero’s arm as they boarded.

Ian, wrapped around Fu Xiaoen’s neck, stammered, “Why?”

Fu Xiaoen stood dumbfounded at Shen Mo’s sheer wealth. He had thought the private helicopter pad behind the Shen estate was the limit, but this guy was even richer than he’d dreamed!

A private jet at an international airport—the sheer scale blew his mind. For a moment, Fu Xiaoen completely ignored little Ian.

“What’s wrong, Little Ian?” Jiang Yao reached out and gathered Ian into his arms. “Young Master Ian?”

Fu Xiaoen, now unburdened, grew even bolder in looking around.

Ian: “Are they all Father’s friends?”

This was the longest sentence Jiang Yao had ever heard from Ian. He smiled, placing Jesse and Ian by the window and fastening their seatbelts as he asked, “Why do you say that?”

Among the bodyguards were many unfamiliar faces. Ian didn’t recognize them, and in this strange situation, his dependence on familiar figures grew stronger, along with wariness and fear. “Why aren’t they taking their own planes?”

Jiang Yao froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. Ian—this rich kid had never been on such a large passenger plane, nor had he flown with so many people before. In his worldview, owning a private jet was normal, and only close friends would ride together.

So he assumed everyone on this full flight was a friend of Shen Mo’s.

Fu Xiaoen, sitting nearby, had just opened a bottle of Evian when he heard this and immediately choked. “Ian, only the super-rich have their own planes, you know?”

Aunt Zhou was posing with the plane’s bar and chuckled at the remark. “Silly boy.”

Jerry tsked. “I’m heading to the billiards room.”

Wait.

Everyone paused.

They all turned to look at Ian.

The plane started taking off, the pressure change causing slight discomfort. Jiang Yao covered Ian’s ears gently, waiting until everything stabilized before speaking softly. “That’s wonderful, Little Ian. You can speak now.”

“My—my nephew just spoke a full sentence!” Fu Xiaoen jumped up in excitement. “This is amazing! So wonderful!”

Aunt Zhou: “…”

Aunt Zhou poured herself a drink and downed it in one go, then said with a strained smile, “That’s wonderful. Your father will be thrilled.”

Jerry, however, gave an uneasy look at his father, who wore a stern expression before finally standing up. “Where’s the billiards room?”

Jenny started crying. “I’ll tell Mr. Shen about this right away.”

Ian glanced around confused, looking between Jiang Yao and Fu Xiaoen. Just as he was about to speak again, Jesse covered his mouth.

Jesse: “How come you can talk now? Weird… How can you talk? Mommy said you’d never be able to speak, that you’d always be a stutterer.”

“Jesse!” Aunt Zhou shouted in a very unladylike manner. Her face darkened like ink, and after noticing the odd looks from others, she quickly turned away, smoothing down her hair and muttering, “Jesse, Mommy’s tired. Come with me to sleep.”

Fu Xiaoen, slow on the uptake, shifted from excitement to confusion before finally looking at Jiang Yao, who was carefully tending to Ian. A moment later, realization dawned, and his expression darkened.

In Chinese, which Jenny couldn’t understand, he said, “You were right. I have to go back.”

Jiang Yao nodded in agreement.

System: [You always find ways to get the story back on track.]

Jiang Yao smiled faintly: [Can’t let the protagonist stay in G country for my sake.]

-

With private jets, there’s no terminal waiting. By a little past nine, the Shen family had already arrived in London. Shen Mo was still stuck at the London Stock Exchange and couldn’t get away yet.

But he had sent a car to pick them up. As the vehicle sped past Bond Street, the glittering row of luxury stores almost blinded Fu Xiaoen.

Fu Xiaoen marveled, “Taking a private jet across borders just to go shopping—I never even dared to imagine this.”

Jiang Yao chuckled. “We’re not there yet.”

“Not yet?!” Fu Xiaoen turned sharply. As far as he knew, Bond Street was one of the most luxurious shopping districts in the UK. How could this not be their destination?

The system was equally baffled: [Where are we going?]

In the UK, ordinary wealthy people might shop on Bond Street, but the ultra-rich live differently.

The car left the city behind, escaping the concrete jungle and heading straight for a manor in the suburbs, gradually merging with a stream of luxury vehicles.

“Looks like Chelsea is livelier than usual today,” Jiang Yao remarked with a smile.

As the car pulled to a stop, Fu Xiaoen saw countless impeccably dressed women holding designer handbags and gentlemen in tailored suits adorned with luxury watches or hats.

There were even wealthy individuals in traditional ethnic attire. Fu Xiaoen felt like he was seeing more rich people in one day than he would in a lifetime.

“We’re here.” Jiang Yao opened the car door, scooping Ian into his arms and signaling for Fu Xiaoen to stay close. “This place attracts the world’s wealthiest. There are many foreigners here—don’t get lost.”

An old-fashioned Rolls-Royce passed behind them. In the driver’s seat sat a man in a white suit, his stoic face adorned with sapphire-blue eyes.

Those eyes flickered slightly upon seeing Jiang Yao, who remained oblivious as he and Fu Xiaoen trailed behind Dero and Aunt Zhou onto the red carpet at the entrance.

“Sir.” A waiter hurried over to open the car door for the man in white.

The man tossed him the keys, his expressionless gaze fixed on Jiang Yao’s retreating figure. “Park it.”

“Yes.”

-

This was Fu Xiaoen’s first time walking a red carpet. Nervously, he asked, “What happens if I get lost?”

“Rumor has it there are vampires in England,” Jiang Yao whispered near his ear. “Delicate little things like you are their favorite snacks.”

Fu Xiaoen’s heart pounded. “C-Can I hold onto your sleeve then?”

System: [The higher-ups say you brought this on yourself.]

[Huh? What did I do?] Jiang Yao played innocent, his act so convincing even the system couldn’t resist.

System: [… ]

“Is there not much to buy here?” Fu Xiaoen stuck close to Jiang Yao, looking around anxiously as if afraid he might break something. “Jewelry? Cars?”

Jiang Yao: “Art, furniture, jewelry, cars—you can buy everything here.”

The manor was enormous, its size immeasurable. Each floor served as an exhibition space, and upon entering, if you needed anything, you could immediately find a one-on-one guide.

Once inside, everyone dispersed. Jerry, no doubt, took the opportunity to test-drive cars. Aunt Zhou and Dero took Jesse to the second floor, specifically asking Jiang Yao not to follow.

That worked out perfectly. Everyone could go their separate ways and pick what they liked. Jenny bought a lamp the size of a grapefruit, paying £30,000.

Fu Xiaoen: “…I’ll just browse.”

Jiang Yao: “Mr. Shen will pay for it. Pick two or three things—it’s fine.”

“Oh! This chair!” Jenny spotted a chair with floral patterns from afar. “Is this from China? Jiang Yao, what would this cost back home?”

“Isn’t this just IKEA? About 7,000—” Fu Xiaoen started casually, only to choke upon seeing the price tag. “£70,000?!”

That meant this chair cost over ¥600,000. Fu Xiaoen stood there in shock.

Jiang Yao said, “It might be handmade.”

Jenny the Housekeeper bought it without batting an eye.

Fu Xiaoen: “…”

“Does Mr. Shen cover everything?” Fu Xiaoen whispered to Jiang Yao. “Jenny the Housekeeper has already spent hundreds of thousands worth of stuff…”

Jiang Yao chuckled softly. “Dummy, Jenny the Housekeeper pays for her own purchases. Do you really think she hasn’t saved up after working for the Shen family for so many years?”

Fu Xiaoen: “…”

“Dummy, didn’t you notice that a billionaire has been helping you babysit every day?” Jiang Yao ruffled Fu Xiaoen’s hair.

Ian mimicked him: “Dummy Uncle Lamb, Uncle Demon Butler.”

“Shh!” Jiang Yao pressed a finger to his lips, his eyes curving into a smile as he glanced around. He kept feeling someone’s gaze on him, but every time he turned, that gaze vanished.

His phone rang—Secretary Song was calling to inform him they had arrived.

Jiang Yao: “Mr. Shen is here.”

Jenny: “Quick, quick, Ian—”

The three hurried outside to meet Mr. Shen.

Jiang Yao handed Ian to Fu Xiaoen, excused himself to the restroom, and slipped away from the group.

-

Even the restroom in this extravagant venue was beyond ordinary. Just as Jiang Yao pushed open the stall door, a dark figure slipped in behind him.

Bang.

Jiang Yao was shoved roughly against the door, a large, icy hand yanking his pants down!

Heavy breathing filled the air as the hand found the shirt stays strapped to Jiang Yao’s thighs, making the intruder’s breath hitch—as if he wanted to have his way with Jiang Yao on the spot!

“Rabbit Butler, you dress like this even when you go out?” Victor’s voice was scorching.

Jiang Yao: “Victor, shirt stays are standard wear.”

“Is that so?” Victor lowered his head. “Sweetheart, you’re too damn sexy.”

Jiang Yao had gorgeous legs—straight, slender, without excessive muscle. He paid meticulous attention to his outfits, ensuring even his classic shirts, vests, and slacks were immaculate.

Tonight’s event was a big deal, so to keep his shirt perfectly tucked, he’d strapped on two thin leather bands around his thighs, each connected to clips that secured the shirt hem.

This was the first time Jiang Yao had his pants yanked off by a man. He couldn’t help but laugh.

Victor: “Isn’t it?”

Jiang Yao glanced down at the faint marks the straps left on his skin and had to admit—though he’d never say it aloud—“To keep the shirt looking crisp, the leather needs to be tighter.”

Victor was obsessed. “I saw your social media location change and remembered there’s a high-end market here today. I knew you’d come.”

“Miss me?” Victor turned Jiang Yao around, both surprised and thrilled. “Oh? You’re hard!”

After being teased by Mr. Shen’s thoughts all day, anyone would react. If time allowed, Victor would be a perfect release—but unfortunately…

“Victor,” Jiang Yao fixed his clothes and smiled invitingly. “Mr. Shen has arrived. Would you like to come with me to meet him?”