Chapter 131: Dirty Bun

Chapter 131 Dirty Bun

Swathing Song Yuqing layer by layer with a red wedding dress, coiling around every inch, marrying him.

Tan Shu couldn't help but recall the last time Song Yuqing was associated with red—when Song Yuqing and Pei Huai took on a group of alphas by themselves.

Blood splattered across Song Yuqing's alabaster cheeks, the crimson stains resembling poppies blooming in snow.

The blood-red hue didn't make Song Yuqing appear more alluring; his demeanor was inherently aloof. The more vibrant the color, the more it accentuated his cool, ethereal elegance, making his face seem even more pristine and inviolable.

Yet it also made others want to taint him.

He couldn't wait a moment longer to see Song Yuqing again.

88 couldn't resist sighing, "This pervert doesn't seem to be acting. After all these years, he still hasn't changed."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing said coldly, "Tan Shu, don't go too far. What you're doing is disrupting public order."

When Song Yuqing's voice came through, the assistant—who had only known this was someone from the Tan family but not who exactly—felt as if struck by lightning.

After all, Tan Shu was one of Song Yuqing's archenemies. Two years ago, Song Yuqing had him treated like a Xilu Continent native and thoroughly expelled.

There had been analyses on the forums: if Tan Shu ever set foot on New Continent soil again, he would undoubtedly seek revenge against Song Yuqing immediately.

Tan Shu laughed softly but didn't respond to Song Yuqing's words, merely saying lightly, "I'll be waiting for you, darling."

After speaking, Tan Shu didn't hang up but waited for Song Yuqing.

Truthfully, if he weren't still putting on an act, he would have liked to say more.

Of course, it wasn't entirely an act—wanting to take Song Yuqing away, wanting Song Yuqing to wear a wedding dress for him—all of it was real.

Tan Shu didn't hang up, hoping to hear the sounds of Song Yuqing changing clothes.

But Song Yuqing didn't comply, directly ending the call.

He couldn't hear the faint rustle of fabric brushing against Song Yuqing's delicate waist or the almost imperceptible sound of buttons being undone.

Tan Shu narrowed his eyes slightly, his tongue unconsciously licking his dry lips, savoring the imagined sensation.

The assistant, with a gun pressed to his head, had no time to mourn for himself. It was over.

Their research results might be seized by the Tan family, but that wasn't the worst part.

The worst was that Tan Shu, to humiliate Song Yuqing, would surely make him be the captive bride.

Song Yuqing would definitely refuse, and then Tan Shu would fly into a rage, throwing Teacher Song into St. Miller Continent to dig potatoes, carry coal in black coal mines, or... swing a shovel in some godforsaken pit?

His aloof, untainted Teacher Song would become a dirty bun.

Tan Shu would then ask lightly,

—Has Song Yuqing admitted his mistake?

Then Teacher Song would be cleaned up, only to be bullied by Tan Shu again.

Maybe Tan Shu wouldn't even wait for Teacher Song to admit his mistake.

If Teacher Song went to dig potatoes for just one day, Tan Shu would eagerly pull him out of the potato pit, clean him up, lay him on the bed, kiss his chafed-red hands, and relentlessly ask why he had treated him that way back then.

Wait, what was he thinking? The assistant wanted to cover his head and scream. It was over!

Seriously, doesn't not working lead to trouble?

Why was his mind filled with these thoughts now? He never used to think like this.

Where was his professionalism? His rational thinking? Why was his head full of R-rated scenes of Teacher Song being reduced to tears?

"Ah." This time, it was a sob of despair at his own decadent thoughts. He felt like a traitor, mentally already helping Tan Shu imagine what comes next.

After changing clothes, Song Yuqing headed out. Pei Huai was still standing there, a glimmer of light in his eyes. "Qingqing..."

"You go back first. I don't need you for now," Song Yuqing's voice was clear and steady, carrying a tone of business-like detachment.

"Qi Zhengqing is here. He'll ensure my safety."

Song Yuqing had only learned last night that Pei Huai was transferred here by Pei Wei at Qi Zhengqing's request before he went into hibernation.

"Take a few days to calm down."

"Don't be so impulsive. Think things through carefully before making any decisions."

Song Yuqing's tone remained gentle, but Pei Huai's heart felt as if tightly gripped, the sudden constriction making it almost impossible to breathe.

This gentleness felt more like Song Yuqing was leaving him, offering final advice.

When Song Yuqing arrived at the lab, the corridor that usually had a few people was empty.

He walked straight to his lab. The closer he got, the more of Tan Shu's people he saw.

He hadn't had much communication with Tan Shu, and even today's sudden move was unexpected to Song Yuqing.

The only clear certainty was that Tan Shu wouldn't go too far.

However, he wouldn't mind if Tan Shu did go a bit too far—after all, a more realistic approach would be more convincing.

Though he'd probably have to endure a lot of nagging from Qi Zhengqing.

At the entrance of the core lab area, Song Yuqing saw Tan Yan.

Tan Yan smiled politely at him. "Mr. Song, Tan Shu is here on behalf of Silver Leaf Pharmaceutical to discuss cooperation with you. If there's any offense, Teacher Song, please bear with us."

"Discuss cooperation?" Song Yuqing's voice was soft but carried a cold mockery. "With guns as negotiation tools?"

Song Yuqing raised his delicate eyebrows.

His cool gaze meaningfully swept past Tan Yan.

And the several well-dressed but burly figures behind him, whose bulging holsters couldn't be concealed, before returning to Tan Yan's face.

His aloof gaze seemed to captivate, instantly seizing everyone's attention.

Tan Yan couldn't help but take a few more glances at Song Yuqing. "Mr. Song, you exaggerate. It's an emergency—extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures."

"Then you'd better be prepared to bear all the consequences," Song Yuqing said coldly.

Tan Yan frowned. What did that mean? Wasn't Tan Shu the culprit? Why did it feel like Song Yuqing was planning to settle the score with him?

"Don't act so innocent. You brought Tan Shu back but couldn't control him. Who else should be held accountable if not you?"

Tan Yan wanted to tell Song Yuqing that blame shouldn’t be assigned this way—every grievance has its cause, and every debt its debtor—but Song Yuqing had already left.

The door swung open.

Tan Shu glanced toward the door and indeed saw a familiar figure. The corners of his lips curved upward. "Finally here. I’ve always been waiting for Teacher Song."

Back in Victor, he waited for Song Yuqing to come find him.

In Westland, he waited for news of Song Yuqing.

Now, he waited for Song Yuqing’s gaze to fall upon him.

Tan Shu adjusted his posture slightly, his deep, unfathomable eyes fixed intently on Song Yuqing.

Tan Shu’s gun was still pressed against the assistant’s forehead. The assistant thought, "We’re done for. Dusty bun Teacher Song, we’re both doomed today."

Song Yuqing really didn’t need to come save him—his life wasn't worth much, and if caught on the island, he’d just have to tough it out. But Song Yuqing was different.

At the same time, a warm feeling surged through the assistant’s heart. Song Yuqing was saving him—ugh, he was going to be Song Yuqing's die-hard fan for life.

He completely overlooked that Song Yuqing wasn’t just there for him but perhaps also for the colleagues held at gunpoint in the corner.

"Bang!"

The gun pressed against the assistant’s temple jerked violently.

A powerful force struck the back of the gun’s grip with precision.

The assistant felt the pressure on his forehead shift abruptly. The metal, still hot from friction, slid away from his skin. He could even smell the faint scent of scorched metal from the rapid friction—his head felt as if it had been seared.

The gunshot sounded like an explosion inside his brain.

The immense impact forced Tan Shu’s wrist back an inch, the gun barrel instantly veering away from its lethal position.

Song Yuqing’s pale, slender fingers tightened around the trigger, his gun now aimed at Tan Shu.

"That’s enough," Song Yuqing’s voice rang out, his porcelain-like face pale and translucent, coldly stern yet beautiful. "Stop this madness."

Tan Shu raised his hands. "Fine."

Not seeing Pei Huai by Song Yuqing’s side, Tan Shu’s gaze swept over the researchers in the lab, all held at gunpoint with their hands on their heads.

So... who else could take the fall for Song Yuqing now?

Tan Shu: "Where is Teacher Song’s office? I need to speak with Teacher Song alone."

The alpha deliberately emphasized the word "alone," his gaze naturally sweeping over the researchers in the lab, implicitly threatening Song Yuqing with their lives.

"To show sincerity, I’ll disarm first." With that, Tan Shu tossed his gun aside.

The assistant’s mind remained sharp. The moment Tan Shu threw the gun, he quickly grabbed it, not caring whether he knew how to use it.

Song Yuqing’s gaze fell on the assistant. Hmm...

Quick reflexes.

Eighty-eight thought Song Yuqing was about to laugh. He probably never expected his assistant to be so amusing in a crisis.

Before Song Yuqing and Tan Shu entered the office, they heard the assistant shout loudly, "Teacher Song, I won’t let you go to St. Miller to plant potatoes!"

Song Yuqing: "..."

Plant what potatoes?

Tan Shu followed Song Yuqing into the office. Before the blinds were fully drawn, their figures were faintly reflected in the glass.

From the assistant’s perspective, the moment Tan Shu entered, he pulled Teacher Song into an embrace, his hands already wandering, sliding down to Teacher Song’s waist, hugging, kissing, and rubbing against him.

The gunshot inside also alerted Tan Yan. He entered with his men and, following everyone’s gaze, saw the scene.

But it didn’t last long. Song Yuqing pushed Tan Shu away, the alpha’s back slamming into the door with a loud crash.

Tan Yan: "..."

Was Tan Shu really using revenge as an excuse to get with Song Yuqing?

Was this his idea of revenge—shoving his dick into his enemy?

Song Yuqing’s hands were raised above his head, pressed firmly against the transparent glass, accentuating his lean, flexible waistline.

Tan Yan’s eyes darkened. By humiliating Song Yuqing like this, did Tan Shu still think Song Yuqing was the same beta who could be easily demeaned?

Otherwise, over the years, Song Yuqing would've been eaten alive, toyed with, and even knocked up by some other alpha.

Retribution was inevitable—it was only a matter of time.

At the very least, since Zong He’s imprisonment, everyone in the Central District had acknowledged Song Yuqing’s nature of repaying every slight.

This was just as well. Tan Shu could die even more miserably.

"Song Yuqing, you fucking owe me."

"You started it," Song Yuqing replied coldly, as if the past meant nothing to him and he felt no remorse. "I merely gave you a taste of your own medicine."

Such utter indifference infuriated Tan Shu anew. All these years, and Song Yuqing summed it up with, "gave you a taste of your own medicine."

Tan Shu reined in his emotions slightly, tugged at his tie, and looked at Song Yuqing. The young man’s slightly disheveled hair fell across his pale cheeks.

His shirt pulled askew hung loosely, hinting at his skin under the lab lights—fragile, delicate, with a heart-stopping beauty that seemed forcibly exposed.

Tan Shu’s gaze lingered greedily on the exposed skin. His fingers, burning hot and unyielding, pressed firmly into the hollow of Song Yuqing’s cool waist.

"But I insist on making you repay me," he said slowly, word by word, like a vengeful ghost clawing its way out of hell.

Song Yuqing broke free from Tan Shu’s grip and slapped him across the face.

Just as he turned to leave the office, Tan Shu wrapped an arm around his waist and dragged him back.

His waist tightened abruptly, an irresistible force pulling him backward, his back crashing hard against Tan Shu’s firm, burning chest.

"Hn..." Song Yuqing grunted softly, a faint blush tinging the pale corners of his eyes.

What made him freeze, however, was Tan Shu’s other hand yanking the blinds shut as he was pulled back.

The room was mostly obscured, leaving only faint, overlapping shadows. Outside in the hallway, the assistant and bodyguards, stunned by the sudden turn of events, their last glimpse was Tan Shu pressing Song Yuqing down onto the desk.

That position looked as if he was about to force himself on Song Yuqing from behind.

No one could look away from this scene—from their aloof and detached Teacher Song being pinned by another alpha.

Fuck!

But soon, Song Yuqing slapped Tan Shu again. The commotion in the office didn't let up; it was clear the fight was intense.

Huh, another reward for Tan Shu? Must be loving it, right?

So close to Song Yuqing, close enough to pull him into an embrace, close enough to smell the faint fragrance that escaped his pale lips as he cursed.

Someone lowered their head and picked up their phone, wanting to expose that damn alpha Tan Shu on a website.

Then they froze—wait, weren’t they kidnapped?

Why did they still have their phones?

“Can the researchers in your lab see us like this?” Tan Shu’s voice was low, only audible to Song Yuqing beneath him, who could also sense the faint excitement in his tone.

His fingers, gripping Song Yuqing’s wrist, carried an intimate suggestiveness, rubbing with suggestive pressure the delicate, cool skin on the inner side of his wrist.

Author's Note:

Song Qingqing: Wait, hold on—the script was supposed to be us fighting each other...

Tan Shu: I have my own rhythm, don’t worry.

Song Qingqing: Leaving it to you means I’ll just have to worry...

Little Assistant: Teacher Song (snow bunny)—Qingqing digging for potatoes (mud pie)—cleaned up and carried to bed by an alpha for non-consensual intimacy (cream puff).