Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Shang Zenian listened to him speak such words in a shy voice, could barely hold himself back.

He fought the urge to eat him up, his hands moving continuously as he gently nibbled on Jiang Cheng’s flushed cheek and asked, “Why’d you prep yourself? Who taught you?”

Knowing Jiang Cheng, he’d never have done that on his own unless someone taught him.

Jiang Cheng mumbled, “I learned it online.”

“Who taught you?” Shang Zenian really wanted to know, since he hadn’t seen any tutorials that were that considerate.

Jiang Cheng tried to ignore the discomfort, breathing lowly, his eyes nearly welling up with tears.

“A little sub. I bought the stuff from his livestream.”

At the time, he didn’t know what preparations to make for this kind of thing, so he searched online, and sure enough, he came across a little sub’s livestream.

The guy said that nowadays, tops are all bad, have zero patience, and don’t know how to prepare first, just go at it rough, making it tear and bleed and stuff. He said that we subs have to take care of ourselves, and then started pushing his products.

Jiang Cheng listened to him talk it up about how this product was specially designed for subs, very smooth and lubricated, so even if the top was rough or well-endowed, there would be no injury.

Listening to him talk it up, Jiang Cheng believed it, gritted his teeth and splurged over 200 bucks to buy one tube.

He didn’t know how to use it, and had barely managed to squeeze in about a third.

Even that was enough to make Shang Zenian lose his mind.

Jiang Cheng’s body arched without thinking: “Don’t… mmh.”

The rest of his words were swallowed in a flood of kisses.

The school uniform on him was all bunched up and wrinkled. His slender body had put on a little weight from eating well recently, but he was still thin; Shang Zenian could wrap one hand around his skinny waist.

Not just his waist—Jiang Cheng’s entire body appeared small and delicate next to Shang Zenian’s robust frame, this jock from the sports school.

With just one hand, Shang Zenian could easily dominate him.

And Jiang Cheng, using all his strength to push him away, couldn’t budge him an inch.

Shang Zenian used the greatest patience and restraint of his life, taking his time, working his way in, and in the process, let Jiang Cheng get off first.

As Jiang Cheng lay limp, half-closing his eyes in pleasure, Shang Zenian hooked his leg and parted them…

…

Outside, it was deep winter, the north wind howling, the sky gloomy, as if brewing a snow that could fall at any moment.

Inside, it was like a scorching summer day.

Jiang Cheng was drenched all over, his body feeling wrecked, letting out soft, unconscious sobbing. The thin blanket covering him was rolled up at one corner, revealing skin covered in marks, as if he had been tormented.

Shang Zenian came in from outside, holding a bottle of energy drink.

He unscrewed the cap and reached out to support Jiang Cheng. At the mere touch of his body, as if recalling some terrible memory, Jiang Cheng trembled reflexively.

He tried to struggle but couldn’t summon any strength.

“No, Shang Zenian,” Jiang Cheng said hoarsely, whimpering. “I can’t take it anymore. Wuwu.”

It was so scary. So damn scary.

It wasn’t pain, nor was it not being able to take it; it was the feeling of being on a swing, thrown high and then dropped hard—it was just too intense.

He thought he was gonna die.

“I’m not gonna touch you. Just give you some water, be good,” Shang Zenian soothed quietly.

Only then did Jiang Cheng relax, slightly opening his mouth, waiting for Shang Zenian to feed him.

The bottle was brought to his lips. Jiang Cheng had sweated a lot and shed many tears; his body was dehydrated. He started drinking in small sips, not knowing that the man watching him was getting harder just from that.

After he’d downed half the bottle, the bottle was taken away. Jiang Cheng still wanted more and whined, “I want more!”

But Shang Zenian took a swig himself, then set the bottle aside. Right when Jiang Cheng was about to smack him, Shang Zenian leaned down, pressed his lips to Jiang Cheng’s, and fed him the water from his mouth.

He had no choice but to swallow it. Shang Zenian slid his tongue around inside for a bit, then took another gulp and did the same thing again.

Only when Jiang Cheng clamped his mouth shut, refusing to drink any more, did Shang Zenian finish off the water, then turned over and got onto the bed.

After drinking some water, Jiang Cheng felt a little strength return. Seeing that he had simply climbed into bed, he whined and shoved at him, saying, “I want to take a shower. I feel uncomfortable.”

His body was all wet and sticky, very uncomfortable. He really needed to shower but didn’t wanna move himself. From what he’d looked up online, at a time like this, Shang Zenian should carry him to the shower.

He didn’t expect him to just get into bed.

Asshole! Bastard! Worst top ever!

Shang Zenian pulled him close. Compared to Jiang Cheng’s weakness, the jerk was bursting with energy. He yanked off the blanket covering him and said, “No rush, save it—we’ll just have to shower again later anyway.”

Jiang Cheng: “…”

Realizing what those words and Shang Zenian’s intentions meant, Jiang Cheng almost burst into tears. He raised his hand to cover his body: “No, Shang Zenian, no more.”

But Shang Zenian, seeing him like this, his breathing got even heavier.

“Baby, do you know how tempting you look right now, like a virtuous wife fending off a pervert?”

As he spoke, Shang Zenian reached out and mischievously grabbed Jiang Cheng’s hand that was covering his lower body, squinting as he admired Jiang Cheng’s helpless and shy expression, which made him want to bully him even more.

Shang Zenian no longer held back.

Jiang Cheng’s other free hand formed a fist, thinking it was strong, but it was totally weak, as he pounded on Shang Zenian’s body looming over him, crying, “No, it’ll get ruined, wuwu.”

Shang Zenian, seeing his tear-streaked face, softened for a moment and couldn’t bear to force him. He grabbed his hand and kissed it: “Then let’s use the old method, okay?”

The old method was acceptable.

Jiang Cheng immediately and compliantly closed his legs. Shang Zenian chuckled lightly, turned him over, and had him lie on his stomach…

…

How that chaotic night ended, Jiang Cheng no longer remembered.

Moreover, it was he himself who had refused; Shang Zenian had settled for the alternative and didn’t keep tormenting him.

But later, it was he who took the initiative to ask for more. There was no helping it—men are creatures that think with their lower halves. Having experienced that pleasure, one becomes hooked…

Before falling into a deep sleep, Jiang Cheng seemed to see that the sky outside was almost light. When he woke up from his heavy slumber, it was already afternoon. Today was Saturday, so there were no classes. Jiang Cheng had chosen this timing thinking that if he learned, he could try it with Shang Zenian, and if he got hurt, he wouldn’t have to worry about missing class.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have the nerve to ask for leave.

However, there was another more important matter on his mind. Jiang Cheng jolted, thinking about his grandma, and quickly got up to find his phone to see if He Jun's mother or the new nanny had sent him any messages, and how his grandmother was. But as soon as he moved, he winced in pain and fell back onto the bed.

His body ached as if he had done heavy labor all day yesterday, and this movement made him feel like he was falling apart; every cell in his body was protesting.

Shang Zenian was sitting on the edge of the bed playing with his phone. Hearing the noise, he quickly came over.

"Awake? How are you? Does it hurt a lot there?"

"..." Jiang Cheng didn't want to talk to him. "My phone."

Shang Zenian handed him the phone. "Don't worry about Grandma. The nanny has already gone to take care of her. She's okay. Look at the group—here's the brunch the nanny made for her, and she ate it all."

Jiang Cheng opened his phone and saw that Shang Zenian had created a WeChat group with him, Shang Zenian, and the nanny, so that when the nanny reported updates, they could both see and reply right away.

Jiang Cheng glanced at the photos in the group. The nanny was a good cook—the brunch was generous, light but tasty, perfect for his grandmother, who had no appetite because she was sick.

Even Jiang Cheng's mouth watered looking at it.

He then opened the home surveillance camera. There was only a camera in the living room, and he saw the nanny chatting with his grandmother. His grandmother looked a little better than yesterday. Jiang Cheng let out a sigh of relief.

Since his grandmother wouldn't accept hiring a nanny, Jiang Cheng told his grandmother she was a community volunteer assigned to help elderly people living alone. His grandma totally bought it.

That's good.

He let out a sigh of relief and put down his phone.

Although his body was sore, it felt dry and comfortable. The sheets and blankets had been changed, and his sore backside now felt cool and soothing. He guessed Shang Zenian had put ointment on him while he was asleep.

Hmph. He had to admit Shang Zenian had some "top energy."

Seeing him put down the phone, Shang Zenian said, "I ordered delivery. Shall I bring it in for you?"

Jiang Cheng didn't like eating in bed, and besides, he couldn't sit on the bed—most of his weight would concentrate on a certain place, which would be painful just thinking about it.

"I'll go to the dining room to eat myself."

As he said that, Jiang Cheng was about to throw off the covers and get up when he saw that perv staring at him. He immediately glared at him. "Turn around! Don't look!"

Shang Zenian was a total sucker for this and obediently turned around. "Fine, I won't look."

Jiang Cheng got up. The school uniform from yesterday was too dirty to wear again. Fortunately, Shang Zenian had prepared a clean set of loungewear for him.

The loungewear was very soft, and when put on, it covered all the hickeys and marks on his body.

Jiang Cheng held his waist and was about to go to the bathroom to wash up, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, his legs buckled, making his sore spot ache even more. He let out a muffled groan.

Shang Zenian quickly came over and picked him up.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

"Where do you think it hurts!" Jiang Cheng simply didn't want to talk to him.

Back when Shang Zenian threatened him, saying that if he cross-dressed to deceive people, his butt would be "blooming," Jiang Cheng thought Shang Zenian was going to spank him. He never expected it to be this kind of "blooming."

What "homophobic straight guy"? All lies.

This damn straight guy loved every second of it.

Jiang Cheng was carried by Shang Zenian to the bathroom to wash up, and then carried to the living room to eat.

The dining table was covered with food, very sumptuous. From this spread, Jiang Cheng could sense Shang Zenian's festive mood, and he pouted.

He was going to block that little bottom streamer later.

"Use his promoted product, and even the fiercest top can be drained dry"? Big liar! The one being drained was clearly him!

Look at Shang Zenian, full of energy, as if he could go another three hundred rounds—not a single sign of being drained.

However, Jiang Cheng had been wrecked all night and was now hungry enough to eat a whole cow. He sat down and started scarfing down the food without holding back.

Shang Zenian ate with him.

As he ate, he replied to messages on his phone. After a while, he pushed his phone in front of Jiang Cheng. "Look."

Jiang Cheng glanced at the screen. It was the chat between Shang Zenian and his mom.

Yesterday, Shang Zenian had sent the pictures of them wearing the rings to his mom in one go.

Mother Shang: Recall! Recall! It burns my eyes! I don't want to see it!

Shang Zenian: Can't recall it. You'll have to look at it.

Mother Shang: (Sigh)

Mother Shang: Are you sure about him?

Shang Zenian: I wouldn't joke about something like this.

Mother Shang: Just as stubborn as your father back then.

Mother Shang: You need to be responsible for your own choices. Don't come crying later.

Shang Zenian: Thanks, Mom.

Mother Shang: So, are you coming back for New Year's Day?

The chat ended here. Although Mother Shang's attitude still seemed indifferent, it was clear she'd given in.

Shang Zenian asked, "Will you come back with me for New Year's Day?"

There was still over a month until New Year's Day, so there was plenty of time to prepare, but hearing about going back with him, Jiang Cheng still felt a little nervous.

"Isn't it too soon? Maybe I should prepare more. I'm afraid," Jiang Cheng said quietly. "What if Aunt Fang doesn't like me?"

Shang Zenian ruffled his hair. "How could that be? She practically said to bring you back."

Jiang Cheng made a skeptical sound. "What if you misunderstood?"

Seeing him try to avoid it, Shang Zenian found it amusing and picked up his phone and typed.

Shang Zenian: If I bring him back, will you be cold to him?

Mother Shang: Am I that bored?

Mother Shang: Besides, he's way more likeable than you. I've put up with your bullheadedness for over twenty years—why would I be mean to him?

Shang Zenian showed Jiang Cheng his mother's reply.

"See? If you really don't want to go, I'll just turn it down. No big deal—there'll be other chances. We can take it slow."

Jiang Cheng knew he still owed Shang's mother an apology, and since she had already extended an olive branch, he couldn't be so ungrateful as to refuse.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Cheng nodded and said, "Alright, let's go."

Shang Zenian sent a message to his mother, then put down his phone and cupped Jiang Cheng's face. "Baby, you're such an angel."

Seeing that Shang Zenian was about to lean in for another kiss, Jiang Cheng clapped his hand over Shang Zenian's mouth.

"I have something to tell you too."

Shang Zenian reluctantly suppressed his lustful thoughts. "Mm, go ahead."

"Remember when you had Chen Pingzhou transfer two million yuan to me? I never touched that money. I feel like I don't deserve it—can I send it back?"

His fee with Chen Pingzhou had been agreed upon from the start, and Jiang Cheng was uneasy holding onto such a huge sum.

He hadn't brought it up before because he was worried it would set Shang Zenian off, but now that everything was out in the open, he felt comfortable asking.

Shang Zenian didn't know what to say about his kind-hearted partner who hated to take advantage. He thought Jiang Cheng had earned that money rightfully his and didn't want him to return it.

After thinking it over, he said, "Why don't you ask Chen Yin for her opinion? If she thinks you shouldn't take it, you can transfer it to her. No need to give it back to Chen Pingzhou—he doesn't need the money."

Jiang Cheng thought that was reasonable. If he gave it to Chen Yin, she would definitely tell Chen Pingzhou anyway.

So Jiang Cheng messaged Chen Yin about it. She wasn't busy at the moment and replied quickly. Surprisingly, she also advised him to keep the two million, saying it was what he deserved and he shouldn't feel guilty.

Moreover, her uncle had gained far more than that from him.

Shang Zenian leaned over to read their chat and laughed, patting his shoulder. "See? Even she says so. Just keep it without guilt."

Since Chen Yin had said that, Jiang Cheng no longer insisted on returning the money.

Becoming a millionaire out of nowhere felt surreal.

After dinner, Shang Zenian carried Jiang Cheng back to the bedroom. As soon as Jiang Cheng's body touched the bed, he quickly pulled the blanket over himself, with such agility that Shang Zenian couldn't help but laugh.

"Do I look that beastly?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at his sweatpants and rolled his eyes, saying nothing.

Shang Zenian followed his gaze and looked down. Oh, it was already that obvious.

There was no helping it—his partner's scent was just too intoxicating. Once tasted, he wanted more endlessly.

He had always been a man of strong desires. Before, when he couldn't have him, he could hold back. Now that he knew the pleasure, just smelling his scent made every cell itch for more.

"Go away. You're not allowed in the room." Jiang Cheng chased him out.

At this point, just being in the same room as Shang Zenian made his butt ache.

Shang Zenian's face fell, looking aggrieved. He was like a male tiger that had just found his mate, wanting nothing more than to stay by his side at all times.

"Let me stay with you. I won't touch you."

Jiang Cheng eyed his sweatpants suspiciously. "Really?"

"I swear."

"Fine," Jiang Cheng graciously drew a line on the bed with mock gravity. "Don't cross this boundary."

Shang Zenian: "..."

He was too pitiful.

Jiang Cheng couldn't care less. With several lingering worries finally settled, he felt much lighter.

He took out his phone, intending to play for a while, but then heard noises from outside. Given how high up Shang Zenian's floor was, it was really not easy to hear anything from outside—so it must be something big.

But the curtains were drawn tight. He nudged Shang Zenian with his elbow. "Go see what's happening."

Shang Zenian humored his curiosity, got up to look, and returned to say, "It's snowing."

The snow that had been brewing since yesterday finally began to fall in the quiet afternoon—the first snow of the winter in Yanjing, hence the commotion.

Jiang Cheng, a pure Southerner who had rarely seen snow, brightened up. "I want to see it!"

Shang Zenian first put his own down jacket on him, wrapping him up like a big black dumpling, then carried him out to the balcony. The sky was filled with falling snowflakes, whirling and drifting like torn cotton wool.

As a Southerner who had only seen tiny grains of snow but never big fluffy flakes, he was always in awe by how light and fluttery it was, swirling like cotton.

"So beautiful!" Jiang Cheng reached out to catch it.

But the snow melted as soon as it touched his palm.

He pressed against the glass window, looking out. The snow fell thick and fast, as if the whole world was shrouded in a hazy white.

The ancient buildings of the distant university were also covered in snow. Many students from Yanshan University, probably as unfamiliar with snow as he was, ran out to watch, looking like an ink painting from afar.

Jiang Cheng's heart felt like it would leap out of his chest. Excitedly, he grabbed Shang Zenian's hand. "Let's go play in the snow!"

"It just started—there's not enough yet. Wait a bit, when it gets thicker, I'll take you out to build a snowman."

Jiang Cheng worried, "Will it last that long? What if it stops?"

"No, the forecast says it will keep snowing until tomorrow morning."

That long—how thick would the snow be!

Just thinking about it had Jiang Cheng eagerly looking forward to it.

It was windy up here, and seeing his hands and nose red from cold, Shang Zenian coaxed, afraid he'd get sick, "Let's go inside and rest a bit longer. We'll go down when it's thicker."

"Okay." Jiang Cheng snapped several photos of the snow before reluctantly letting Shang Zenian carry him back inside.

He had been exhausted yesterday and hadn't slept much today. Once the initial excitement wore off, lying in bed, he soon drifted off to sleep.

Shang Zenian covered him with a thin blanket, turned off the bedroom light, and lay down beside him, wrapping his arms around him.

When Jiang Cheng woke up again, it was already dark outside. He rushed to the window, pulled aside the curtain to check it was still snowing, and then excitedly shook Shang Zenian awake.

"Stop sleeping—let's go play in the snow."

Shang Zenian: "..."

He didn't want to play in the snow at all. He just wanted to fool around with his partner.

Jiang Cheng was young and healthy. He had recovered significantly after an afternoon's rest. Clearly, his body was no longer so weak that he couldn't even get out of bed, as it had been at noon.

With that much energy, it would have been nice to let him go another round.

Of course, Master Shang only dared to think this. He sat up and said, "Then let's just go out to eat."

After a full meal, he'd have the strength to continue... tonight.

Jiang Cheng was completely oblivious to Shang Zenian's dirty thoughts, his mind fully immersed in the excitement of the snowfall. "Sure, you need to get dressed."

Both of them put on their clothes. Shang Zenian finally had the chance to wrap the scarf Jiang Cheng had given him around his neck, and he took out another scarf of his own for Jiang Cheng, along with gloves, ear muffs, and so on. Jiang Cheng looked at himself, bundled up tightly, then at Shang Zenian, who was only wearing a down jacket over a short-sleeved T-shirt. He blinked. "Aren't you cold?"

Shang Zenian was a student at the School of Physical Education, naturally in much better physical condition than average. Shang Zenian pressed a kiss to Jiang Cheng's lips, who was bundled up like a little dumpling and looked absolutely adorable, his eyes burning with undisguised desire.

"I'm burning all over right now," he said.

Jiang Cheng was speechless.

Pervert! Bastard! Let him burn!

Once they were fully dressed, Jiang Cheng couldn't wait to drag Shang Zenian out the door. His body was still sore, and he even walked with a limp, but that didn't stop him from wanting to go out.

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, he dashed outside like a bird set free.

The snow at the entrance hadn't been cleared yet; after a whole afternoon, it had piled up enough that their footsteps sank into it. The snow felt soft and fluffy underfoot, making a satisfying crunching sound.

Jiang Cheng stomped in the snow for a while, then bent down to scoop up a handful of snow. He sniffed it first. No smell. He shaped the snow into a ball, spotted Shang Zenian coming out of the entrance, and a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and shouted, "Shang Zenian, watch out!"

As the words left his mouth, a snowball flew straight at Shang Zenian's face. Just before it hit, Shang Zenian tilted his head and easily dodged.

After missing the first throw, Jiang Cheng quickly formed a second and third snowball, hurling them all at Shang Zenian.

After about a dozen throws, only one hit—right on Shang Zenian's forehead, exploding instantly and covering his head and face with snow. Jiang Cheng laughed triumphantly.

In the quiet residential area, his laughter echoed.

Shang Zenian looked at Jiang Cheng, whose eyes curved in laughter, his gaze filled with deep unguarded tenderness and affection.

He played with Jiang Cheng in the neighborhood for quite a while, waiting until that initial burst of excitement had faded. Jiang Cheng stood in the swirling snow, panting, his nose red from the cold. Then Shang Zenian walked over and brushed the snow off his clothes.

Jiang Cheng was wrapped in thick layers, his down jacket's hood lined with fur that framed his small face. Under the streetlights, it seemed to be bathed in a soft glow, like a celestial being walking through the snow in a TV show, sacred and radiant.

Shang Zenian's gaze softened. "Have you had enough fun?"

"Not yet. I want to make a snowman, but my waist hurts."

With that, Jiang Cheng shot Shang Zenian a glare. "It's all your fault!"

Shang Zenian chuckled and reached out his hand. "Let's eat first, warm up. I'll help you build one when we get back."

"Great!" Jiang Cheng placed his hand in Shang Zenian's and let himself be led out of the neighborhood.

Dusk was settling, the streetlights casting a warm yellow glow as snowflakes swirled and drifted slowly down, landing on their shoulders and hair.

Hand in hand, they walked side by side through the winter snowscape, with Jiang Cheng's happy laughter and Shang Zenian's deep, doting voice occasionally drifting through the air—like two instruments playing in harmony, natural and steeped in affection.

Time is peaceful, the wind and snow gentle, season after season, they are together.

"The End"

Author's note: That's the end of the main story! Extra chapters will continue to be uploaded, including content about visiting the Shang family, and I'll also write an alternate timeline without the cross-dressing, where Shang twists himself into knots. If there are any other extra chapters you'd like to see, feel free to leave a comment. Mwah mwah mwah!

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