Chapter 11: The Biting Puppy

Chapter 11: A Puppy That Bites

The intimate posture instantly layered the already charged atmosphere with a blush-inducing, heart-pounding tremor. Chu Yan lowered his head and kissed the man’s lips.

His nervousness nearly made him bump into the man’s nose, but the moment their lips touched, both trembled uncontrollably. The man’s lips were unexpectedly soft, making Chu Yan’s heart race wildly. Meeting the man’s captivating phoenix eyes again, Chu Yan’s heart fluttered even more, as if he could be swallowed whole by those deep, abyss-like eyes at any moment.

Damn it, this man’s eyelashes were so long.

But compared to Chu Yan, whose face had turned bright red, the other man remained far calmer. He even relaxed slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his lips slightly parted, as if surrendering completely to Chu Yan’s whims.

This was downright provocation.

Chu Yan immediately retaliated by biting and nipping at the man’s thin lips, determined to unleash his full repertoire of kissing techniques.

Yet, after Chu Yan’s flashy display, the imagined scene of the man losing control from his "expertise" never materialized. Instead, Chu Yan felt his own body heat up rapidly, his blood boiling uncontrollably.

“Are my kissing skills really that bad?”

After a long pause, Chu Yan finally gave up in disbelief.

Fu Junhang was clearly suppressing something, but his expression remained composed. He pinched Chu Yan’s cheek teasingly. “You’re doing great.”

“Liar!”

Chu Yan suddenly felt deflated. In his previous life, he had never been in a relationship—too afraid, too busy. Over his ten-year acting career, he had gone from playing extras to bit parts, and later, supporting roles like male four or five. But even in character, he had never experienced a real kiss; his roles usually relied on camera angles, never anything real.

So his so-called "vast experience" was all talk.

But he absolutely couldn’t let this man undermine his authority as the one in charge. Pouting, Chu Yan sank his teeth into the corner of the man’s lips, drawing blood.

Fu Junhang let him, though the hands gripping his slender waist tightened slightly.

It had been years since anyone had drawn Fu Junhang’s blood.

“Are you a puppy? Biting for no reason.”

“What’s wrong with biting you? I’m the patron—I can bite if I want to.” Chu Yan grinned smugly, then leaned down and bit the man’s ear. This time he held back slightly, but two faint tooth marks were still left on the attractive curve of the ear. “I can bite wherever I want.”

Fu Junhang chuckled, amused by his reaction. The one being bitten wasn’t angry, but the biter was pouting in frustration.

This guy was clearly acting out because he was embarrassed.

“Yes, yes, you’re the patron. You’re the boss.”

“Forget it. If you don’t want it, just say so. I’m not some pushy sugar daddy.”

Chu Yan didn’t want to humiliate himself further and tried to get up, but the hands on his waist tightened, holding him in place easily.

Yet the moment he settled back—

“Mmm~”

A muffled groan escaped Fu Junhang, and Chu Yan’s eyes went wide.

He’d landed right on something... What was—

“Don’t move.”

Though they were both men, Chu Yan was mortified enough to curl his toes. He wanted to get off, but shifting would only rub against it, making the man’s breathing turn even rougher.

“Don’t you dare move!”

Fu Junhang hissed, his grip on Chu Yan’s waist tightening noticeably.

Chu Yan didn’t dare move—not a muscle.

He was so embarrassed he wanted to sink through the floor, but soon, he couldn’t help but feel smug. He felt like he had gotten his sugar daddy mojo back. He had thought all his efforts had no effect on this guy, but look—he was this worked up after all.

Heh.

Fu Junhang watched as the little idiot’s face cycled through expressions, from dejected to smug in an instant; his thoughts were an open book.

But it was precisely this little act of Chu Yan’s that made Fu Junhang want to pin him down harder, to watch him cry, to hear him beg for mercy. He wanted to see even more of his cute, panicked faces.

So, just as Chu Yan was still plotting to tease Fu Junhang by stopping last second, the hand on his waist suddenly hauled him chest-to-chest, and his lips were sealed once more.

Fu Junhang cupped the back of Chu Yan’s head with one hand while the other held his waist, then took over, rough and relentless.

“Mm—!”

Chu Yan’s eyes widened. In just an instant, the man had seized back control, proving in that same instant that all his earlier efforts had been nothing but all show, no substance. Turns out, in moments like these, no fancy tricks were required.

Chu Yan felt defeated, as if his sugar daddy cred had been shattered. He wanted to escape, but the man’s hands held him firmly in place—Chu Yan couldn’t move at all.

It wasn’t until both of them were panting heavily, with Chu Yan practically a boneless heap against the man’s body, that Fu Junhang finally released him.

“What’s wrong, little master? Running away? Are you scared… or just shy?”

Chu Yan, who had just been about to retreat, couldn’t stand being provoked. He lifted his chin defiantly. “Who’s scared? Are you looking down on me?”

“Newsflash—*I’m* the sugar daddy here. Don’t flip the script on me, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. So, does the sugar daddy want to continue?”

“Of course!” Even so, he wasn’t about to let him slip away again.

Chu Yan boldly undid the man’s buttons in a few swift moves, his ripped torso blinding Chu Yan. But just as he was about to pounce, the *beep* of the keypad at the door suddenly echoed through the room.

Chu Yan’s blood ran cold.

Someone was unlocking the door—not knocking, but unlocking it.

Their eyes met—Fu Junhang’s gaze questioning, while Chu Yan’s brain completely blue-screened. It wasn’t until the sound of the door opening reached his ears that Chu Yan finally snapped back to reality.

It was Liao Jian.

The only people who knew the passcode to the original owner’s apartment were the original owner himself… and Liao Jian.

“Quick, quick, hide! Shit, *shit*! If we’re caught, it’s over!”

Chu Yan practically leaped off Fu Junhang, his knee nearly landing on a certain sensitive spot between the man’s legs, making Fu Junhang grimace in pain. But Chu Yan had no time to care—he scrambled up in a panic, grabbing the man and desperately looking for a place to shove him.

The apartment wasn’t big to begin with, and the living room was completely exposed. Finally, Chu Yan dragged the man to the nearest door and shoved him inside.

And that place… was the bathroom.

Open the door, shove him in, close the door.

The whole sequence was executed so smoothly that Fu Junhang didn’t even have time to button his shirt, leaving his chest exposed and looking utterly disheveled.

Fu Junhang stared at his disheveled and looking like a wreck reflection in the bathroom mirror, feeling both amused and exasperated. He didn’t look like a kept male model—more like a homewrecker caught in the act with a married man. Unbelievable. He, the mighty Third Master of the Fu family, reduced to this…

“Stay put in there and don’t make a sound, got it?”

Bang! The moment Chu Yan slammed the bathroom door shut, Liao Jian walked in. What greeted him was Chu Yan, clad in pajamas with messy bedhead, launching himself onto the sofa like a human cannonball, flashing a guilty, shit-eating grin.

“Bro, uh… what brings you here?”

“I can’t come?” Liao Jian looked baffled. Chu Yan’s guilty demeanor was as obvious as a neon sign, but what could he possibly be hiding in broad daylight while home alone?

“No, of course you can.”

Liao Jian quickly suppressed his suspicions. After not seeing him for a few days, Chu Yan really seemed like a different person—not just in attitude, but even his entire demeanor had softened. Gone was the haughty arrogance and sharp edges of the young master who looked down on everyone, replaced by an amiable, approachable boy-next-door. Wasn’t that a complete 180?

It seemed Chu Yan had truly changed.

Liao Jian brought good news: he had contacted the *Rebirth Challenge* production team the night before, and their invitation to Chu Yan still stood.

However, the show had always operated on a tight budget. Initially, given Chu Yan’s status as the young master of the Chu family, they had offered five million per episode for six episodes. But now that Chu Yan had been exposed as the phony young master who stole someone else's nest, with the risk of being kicked out of the Chu family at any moment—even his much-boasted engagement to the Fu heir potentially going up in smoke—the production team was only willing to pay… 300,000 per episode.

“What? 300,000? That’s way too steep of a cut!”

Chu Yan was stunned. At 300,000 per episode, six episodes wouldn’t even net him two million. Forget supporting a man—he wouldn’t even come close to covering the nine million in penalty fees.

Truthfully, the production team hadn’t even wanted to pay 300,000. It was only after Liao Jian fought tooth and nail on his behalf that they reluctantly agreed. But Liao Jian didn’t mention that part to Chu Yan.

“300,000 is better than nothing. Given your situation, getting any work at all is lucky.”

Seeing Chu Yan looking like a kicked puppy, Liao Jian softened and added, “Don’t overthink it. Who knows? The show might become a smash hit.”

“And think of it this way—if you perform well, you might even use this show to clean up your act.”

This wasn’t just empty comfort. In Liao Jian’s eyes, if the current Chu Yan behaved himself and didn't pull any stunts, he really might have a shot at redemption through the show.

“Yeah, I get it. Thanks, bro.”

They discussed filming details, contract signing, and scheduling. By the time everything was settled and Liao Jian prepared to leave, Chu Yan had completely forgotten about the man he’d stuffed into the bathroom—for a full twenty minutes.

“I’ll head out now. If anything comes up, contact me immediately. Always check with me first—you don’t have the Chu family backing you anymore, so no more reckless moves, got it?”

“Got it. Don’t worry, bro.”

Liao Jian stood up—then headed straight for the bathroom. “I’ll use the toilet before I go.”

“Sure, go ahead—wait!”

Halfway through his sentence, Chu Yan finally remembered: their male model was still in the bathroom!

He sprang up and bolted over in front of the bathroom door. “Uh, bro, the toilet’s broken. It’s not fixed yet.”

There was no way he could let Liao Jian discover he’d hidden a man in there—especially one he’d spent so much money to keep.

But Liao Jian looked pained. “I really gotta go. Move.”

This couldn’t wait! The area was too remote—no stores nearby, let alone public restrooms. He wasn’t about to take a leak in broad daylight.

“But bro—”

“Come on, it’s fine!” Liao Jian was desperate. “If you don’t let me through, I’ll piss myself!”

In the end, the bathroom door swung open—revealing a tall, strikingly handsome man with an aura that screamed authority.

The man sat casually on the sink, hands in his pockets, long legs stretched out lazily. His face was so handsome it made even Liao Jian—no stranger to male celebrities—do a double take, especially those eyes.

But something about the man’s presence made Liao Jian forget he needed to pee. What the hell?

“The toilet’s broken, huh? Not fixed yet?”

Chu Yan blurted out the first excuse that came to mind: “He’s the plumber.”

Said with absolute conviction.

Fu Junhang, the Third Master of the Fu family—whose wealth could buy small countries: ???

His eyebrow twitched violently as he pointed at himself in disbelief. A plumber?

First, he was cheaper than a 10,000-a-night male model. Now, he was a plumber.

Oh, this is just perfect. Oh, little sugar daddy, you’re really something.

Chu Yan: *Help. I don’t know why, but I have a feeling I’m gonna die horribly.*