Chapter 22

Chapter 22

The man in the black suit crouched low, his buttocks and thigh muscles taut, straining against his suit pants.

Whether viewed from behind or the side, it radiated a raw, almost indecent appeal.

Seated on the sofa, Chen Zui, from his higher vantage point, could lower his gaze and trace a path from Jiang Mo’s head, past his broad back, down to those full buttocks.

It was indeed quite the sight.

A nice ass really fills out a suit.

Naturally, no one had drugged his drink; even if someone had, with his experience, he was not so careless he’d drink it unknowingly.

The current situation wasn’t entirely an act on his part. With Ao Tian’s help, he had tweaked his physical reactions, and with a bit of acting, he had achieved this effect.

It was believable enough to pass as real, especially to the gullible Jiang Mo.

This hadn’t originally been part of the plan, but Jiang Mo in formal wear was downright irresistible.

Chen Zui had always been a man who did whatever he felt like.

This seemingly desireless man was now doing something like this. Two floors below, in the banquet hall, his colleagues were clinking glasses and toasting. They probably couldn’t imagine that the dull, gloomy Jiang Mo they often looked down upon was right above their heads, sucking a man’s cock, making loud, wet noises.

Pretty hot, right?

Chen Zui leaned back against the sofa, the picture of a bad boy, his glasses unable to conceal the wicked glint in his eyes.

Jiang Mo opened his mouth as wide as he could. The sensation felt somewhat familiar—that night under the stairs had been the same. He had thought something of this size was rare, yet he had encountered two in quick succession.

A bit of the fluid, mixed with spit, slid down his throat; even the taste felt strikingly similar.

Jiang Mo then thought that such things probably all tasted the same.

No, how could that pervert even be compared to Chen Zui!

He wasn’t worthy!

Jiang Mo lifted his eyelids to check on Chen Zui’s condition. Seeing the man still frowning tightly, he didn’t dare let his mind wander any further, using every trick he’d picked up that one time.

—

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His cheeks working hard, bulging, looking quite adorable from Chen Zui’s perspective.

He wasn’t trying to push him too hard. After all, the current scenario was that he had drunk the spiked wine, so Jiang Mo soon had a mouthful. Before he could even spit it out, he had already swallowed, but before he could catch his breath, Chen Zui started up again...

He could only continue.

Licking like it was an ice cream cone, sucking like a popsicle, swallowing like it was jelly.

His throat worked constantly.

After a while, the man couldn’t hold the crouch any longer. He sank forward onto his knees on the soft carpet.

Like some big obedient dog.

—

The master's hand landed on the dog's head, giving light scratches followed by firm pressure.

The dog let out a few soft whimpers, which drew the master's gaze toward him. So, the master kindly stopped pressing his head firmly and instead began leaning in repeatedly, moving closer to the dog again and again.

The dog passively endured the master's enthusiasm, his head swaying back and forth, forced to shed involuntary tears. Despite being a large breed, he was utterly submissive toward his master.

Afraid of failing to please the master.

A good dog deserves a reward, so the master rewarded the dog with a full meal.

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Xiao Hang: "Have you seen Jiang Mo?"

There was some distance between Xiao Hang and Chen Xiu, and they were even back-to-back, looking like undercover agents meeting covertly. Xiao Hang had no intention of making their relationship public. For Chen Xiu, being a kept man wasn’t exactly respectable either, so it seemed better to keep things under wraps.

Chen Xiu: "Was it him?"

He held his breath nervously.

Xiao Hang’s expression darkened as he downed a glass of wine. He had rushed to Wang Fuhai’s home only to learn that Wang Fuhai had suddenly fallen critically ill and was undergoing emergency treatment at the hospital.

What terrible luck.

So he hadn’t gotten any answers, though in his mind, he had already pinned about 80% of the blame on Jiang Mo. No matter how he looked at it, no one else fit the bill besides Jiang Mo, and their builds were strikingly similar.

Chen Xiu was somewhat disappointed. Without evidence, mere speculation wasn’t enough to convict Jiang Mo.

"He helped Chen Zui to the lounge. Chen Zui didn’t look well."

"He helped Chen Zui?"

Xiao Hang’s voice rose in surprise. Forget why a junior staff member like him would be helping Chen Zui—given Jiang Mo’s aloof, unapproachable personality, it was shocking that he would even offer assistance.

Had he taken crazy pills today?

The thought that Jiang Mo might be a pervert made Xiao Hang anxious about leaving his business partner alone with him. If something went wrong and Chen Zui ended their collaboration, it could mean losses in the hundreds of millions.

He hurriedly checked the surveillance footage to confirm which lounge it was.

Sure enough, it was Jiang Mo assisting him. When Xiao Hang saw the footage, he nearly lost his mind—it was unbelievable.

Jiang Mo actually had this kind of "human decency" in him.

—

"Mm—"

Chen Zui’s captivating voice teased Jiang Mo’s flushed ears. Suddenly, he roughly pulled Jiang Mo’s head away, aimed at his handsome face, and cruelly ejaculated on him.

Jiang Mo was still dazed and confused, eyes glazed, lips slightly parted.

Suddenly, he felt something warm and wet on his face. Something white dripped from his eyelashes, blurring his vision, but he could still clearly see the satisfied expression on Chen Zui’s face.

This scene, he thought, he would never forget.

The white liquid clung to his dark eyelashes, lower and lower, trembling like a small white flower blooming on a branch, like overly thickened dew. Finally, the trembling eyelashes could bear no more, succumbing to the weight, and the droplets fell, landing on his swollen lips, leaving a mark.

"Knock, knock—"

Someone was knocking at the door.

Chen Zui didn’t care at all. He raised his hand and cupped Jiang Mo’s dirtied face. The man stared at him blankly, like a devotee drawn to a deity. A thumb pressed against the mark left on his red lips, then slowly smeared toward the corner of his mouth, flattening the soft flesh.

"Knock, knock—"

Only then did Chen Zui drop his hand. "See who it is."

Jiang Mo, like a robot following an order, got up from the floor and walked straight to the door. Looking through the peephole, he frowned in disgust the moment he saw Xiao Hang.

"Mr. Chen, it’s Xiao Hang."

From the way he addressed him, he seemed more like one of Chen Zui’s subordinates.

Chen Zui was calmly straightening his clothes and showed no alarm at the news. "Go clean yourself up."

Jiang Mo blinked twice, as if switching from machine to human, his face flushing instantly. He hurried to the bathroom, but one glance at his reflection in the mirror was enough; he was too ashamed to look again. There was so much of Mr. Chen on his face...

He scrubbed his face vigorously, then rinsed his mouth with water from his cupped hands, his whole body felt feverish.

The person outside kept knocking.

He grabbed a tissue to wipe his face. "Mr. Chen, should I open the door?"

Chen Zui looked at him—such an obedient, good dog, yet one who could bare his fangs at others.

He liked that.

After pulling on his pants, he signaled to Jiang Mo that he could open the door.

—

Xiao Hang lowered his knocking hand as Jiang Mo appeared, his emotions extremely complicated. He had been so close to confirming whether Jiang Mo was the pervert!

But as a businessman, his expression and demeanor remained unchanged from usual. Still, Jiang Mo’s eyes were still wet, his shirt collar damp in spots where water had darkened the fabric, and his bangs were wet too. It was strange, making one wonder what he had been doing in that room.

"How is Mr. Chen doing?"

Chen Zui walked over and appeared behind Jiang Mo. "President Xiao."

He was clean and impeccably dressed, though he still looked tired around the eyes.

"Thank you for your concern. I’ve been pushing myself too hard with overtime lately, and my body can’t quite keep up."

He smiled. "Guess I’m getting old."

Xiao Hang laughed too. "If you’re admitting to being old, you’re dragging me down with you. I won’t accept that."

Smooth talkers always knew just what to say.

Jiang Mo stayed completely silent, blending into the background—a role he was most accustomed to, most comfortable with, and most fond of.

Xiao Hang: "How are you feeling now, Mr. Chen? Should I arrange for someone to take you back to rest properly? Our two companies have a long future ahead."

Chen Zui: "Seeing you so full of energy, President Xiao, has invigorated me. It’s fine, I must keep you company properly tonight."

He gestured toward the door. "Shall we head downstairs?"

Xiao Hang nodded. "Sure, as you wish, Mr. Chen."

The two exchanged pleasantries and compliments, making Jiang Mo, standing to the side, seem awkwardly out of place.

Chen Zui patted Jiang Mo and said to Xiao Hang, "I must thank Jiang Mo. I already thought he was highly capable in this collaboration, and now I see he’s also reliable and steadfast."

"Helping support a grown man like me, working up a sweat without complaining."

Jiang Mo lowered his head, unsure of what to say, silently thinking to himself: Mr. Chen is something else.

Xiao Hang glanced at him, thinking he seemed timid and not cut out for the spotlight. "Jiang Mo is indeed quite good. You have a sharp eye, Mr. Chen."

Jiang Mo: Hmph, hypocrite.

The two bosses walked ahead, chatting and laughing, followed by a dark shadow.

Once they reached the banquet hall, Jiang Mo quietly separated from them.

Chen Zui glanced at the departing shadow, especially fixating on his flushed lips.

Better than last time.

Just as he thought—Jiang Mo had a talent for this.

The banquet proceeded smoothly, filled with a joyful atmosphere. The two executives were naturally the center of attention, and some employees also stood out. Jiang Mo, however, as one of the most crucial technical staff in the collaboration, seemed forgotten, unmentioned by anyone.

This was a relief to Jiang Mo.

By the time the celebration ended, it was nearly midnight.

Jiang Mo slipped out of the hotel unnoticed. Colleagues were seeing each other off, grouping together, while Jiang Mo considered renting a shared bike to head to the subway.

Alone, he exited through a side door, leaving the crowd at the main entrance behind as he walked into the dark night.

A colleague noticed and nudged the person next to him, then gestured toward Jiang Mo’s direction. The two exchanged knowing, mocking smiles.

"Sometimes I really think his looks are wasted on him."

"Always feels like he’s off to do something shady."

"Hey, do you think someone like him has ever been in a relationship? Haha, I bet he’s the type to spy on others and jerk off."

"Ew, that’s disgusting."

"Pretty gross, yeah."

A third voice suddenly broke into their conversation, startling the two male employees. They quickly straightened their expressions, somewhat embarrassed.

In unison, they said, "Mr. Chen."

Chen Zui glanced at them as if they were trash. "I’ve heard there’s a Tongue-Ripping Hell. Those who love gossiping behind others’ backs will end up there after death, suffering the agony of having their tongues torn out."

The two fell silent, their faces pale but not daring to say another word.

Chen Zui paid no further attention to the trash. He got into his car, and the designated driver drove off.

Xiao Momo would never gossip behind someone’s back. When he’s furious, he’ll send voice messages straight up, threatening to kill you—such an honest, good kid. Even the bad things he does are adorable.

A smile spread over Chen Zui's face.

Thinking about how Jiang Mo had been sneakily tailing Chen Xiu for so long, aside from sending some non-threatening texts, all he did was sneak around in the middle of the night to leave dead rats.

Hah—

This method was just too childish; even the kids in their mercenary camp had more ruthless tactics.

Jiang Mo rode the shared bike toward the subway station. Following the directions from Gaode Maps, he wound his way through the streets, the night breeze blowing against his face. His mind uncontrollably drifted back to what had happened in the restroom, his tongue unconsciously running over his teeth, pressing against his still somewhat sore cheek.

So big.

This probably shouldn’t be said out loud.

The thought that he and Mr. Chen had actually done something like this made something pound against his heart, flushing his face and quickening his breath.

But would Mr. Chen resent him because of this? After all, he’d been… by someone like him…

Jiang Mo's wolf-cub eyes showed a hint of dejection.

A car came coming the wrong way ahead, its headlights blinding him.

Although this wasn’t a road meant for four-wheeled vehicles, Jiang Mo could only try to edge over as far as possible.

The shared bike wobbled dangerously at the edge. As he passed a slowly moving Wuling Hongguang, four arms reached out from inside, quickly, accurately, and fiercely grabbing Jiang Mo. Almost without giving him time to react, they dragged him into the car. The shared bike surged forward for a moment before crashing to the ground.

As he was lifted into the air, Jiang Mo wondered if it was that creep again.

The moment his body landed, he began thrashing his limbs wildly, struggling like mad.

During the struggle, he saw that there was more than one person around.

It wasn’t that creep.

For some reason, realizing it wasn't the stalker made Jiang Mo even more panicked. Maybe it was because, so far, that creep hadn’t actually physically harmed him.

You can't fight multiple attackers, especially since there were more than two people in the car.

Someone pressed down on Jiang Mo’s legs, someone else grabbed his hands, another pulled a black cloth bag over his head, and someone else landed a solid punch to his head.

In a dizzy whirl, Jiang Mo lost consciousness.