Chapter 27 Beating Up the Big Fat Rabbit

Chapter 27: Beating the Big Fat Rabbit

Lin Zaishan slammed on the brakes, and before the car had fully stopped, his body jerked forward.

He slowly turned his head, staring at Yuan Che with a "say-that-again" look.

Yuan Che blinked, his expression utterly innocent and even a little expectant. This harmless, doe-eyed look totally pissed Lin Zaishan off.

At that moment, for the first time in his life, he experienced the frustration of being teased by a guy. Sure, Yuan Che had been calling him "hubby" every day, which grated on his ears at first but eventually became something he got used to—after all, his ex-girlfriends had called him that too. But this was different. This little fag had just asked him such a blatant question!

This is too much!

Lin Zaishan took several deep breaths, but he couldn't cool down. Finally, unable to contain himself, he yanked Yuan Che's ear.

"Ahhh—" That familiar scream of agony rang out.

The painful cry brought Lin Zaishan immense satisfaction. In the dim light, he watched Yuan Che's face contort in pain, and a sadistic urge blazed up inside him like wildfire.

You want to know if I'm a virgin, huh?

He squinted, and with his other hand, he suddenly pinched the inside of Yuan Che's arm hard. Even in his most furious state, he retained a shred of rationality—pinching the inner arm left fewer marks, making it easier to send him back if needed.

But that spot was the most vulnerable part of the body, and the moment Lin Zaishan touched it, Yuan Che started howling.

The louder he yelled, the more amped up Lin Zaishan got.

You little punk! I can't handle you?! Lin Zaishan pinched harder and harder, going at him with both hands. The last time he'd put in this much effort was pumping iron at the gym. Well, great—he'd been too busy with work to hit the gym recently, so now he'd just take it out on this fag.

Yuan Che's screams echoed through the car, rising and falling. Lin Zaishan got completely carried away. He went ahead and reclined the passenger seat all the way, then climbed on top of the man who was begging for mercy.

Yuan Che looked up at the man on top of him, clearly startled.

Lin Zaishan loomed over him, then suddenly let go. Yuan Che covered one ear with one hand and rubbed his arm with the other, thinking he was finally free. But when he looked up, he saw Lin Zaishan curl his lips into a smirk.

Not an ordinary smile—it was slightly wicked, cocky, and a "you're done for" look.

So handsome!

So charming!

So... so strange?

Sure enough, before he could react, Lin Zaishan flipped on the car's stereo. Heavy metal rock exploded through the cabin, and Yuan Che was startled. But what was even more terrifying was that the man on top of him lunged again.

This time, Lin Zaishan grabbed a fistful of his hair with one hand and pinched the top of his thigh without mercy with the other.

The pain was sharper and even more unbearable. Yuan Che screamed instinctively, his shrill cries blending into the metal music. Gradually, he couldn't tell whether it was the stereo or himself that was screaming. Both ears were ringing, his scalp throbbed with every tug, and the leg he was pinching went numb.

And through it all, Lin Zaishan finally burst into loud, unrestrained laughter as Yuan Che struggled.

Yuan Che stared unblinkingly at his wild, unrestrained smile, slowly calming down amid the deafening music.

At this moment, even though Lin Zaishan was hurting him, Yuan Che realized it was the first time he'd seen Lin Zaishan this happy. If that rainy night Lin Zaishan had taken pleasure in tormenting him out of spite, now his joy was purer, more intense, and utterly unguarded.

Realizing this, Yuan Che instinctively gave up struggling. He grabbed the sides of his seat with both hands. It hurt, but he could bear it. Compared to being pinned down and beaten by his older brother as a child, this pain was nothing.

Most importantly, Lin Zaishan was laughing.

Laughing from the bottom of his heart.

The thought that Lin Zaishan's smile right now belonged only to him made him feel so excited, so happy, so—

"Holy shit!"

The man on top of him suddenly stopped, eyes wide in disbelief, staring at him.

"You... you..."

Yuan Che hadn't snapped out of it yet. He just gazed back at him dazedly, until Lin Zaishan's eyes traveled from his face downward. Yuan Che followed his gaze.

The air froze.

Only the blaring music reverberated back and forth in the car.

"Slap—"

A sharp sound rang out as Lin Zaishan smacked Yuan Che's arm.

This time, Yuan Che didn't scream. He didn't even move. He just sat there frozen, looking at Lin Zaishan with a blank, helpless expression.

This feigned innocence reignited Lin Zaishan's fury. He took a deep breath, scrambled back into the driver's seat like he was escaping, and the memory of what he'd just seen—a certain... bulge—made his scalp tingle with horror.

Damn it.

It had actually gotten him turned on!!

He reached out and shut off the music, then rolled down the window to cool off. But just as the window cracked open, the man who had been silent beside him suddenly reached out and stopped him.

Lin Zaishan's body stiffened. He turned his head, ready to explode, and found Yuan Che looking at him with pleading eyes, whispering, "Could you not open the window? I'm a little... uncomfortable."

He glanced down apologetically at his own still-not-fully-subsided bulge, then tugged at his shirt to cover it. Lin Zaishan watched the shy, boyish act coldly, feeling not a shred of tenderness—only disgust that was barely contained.

"Uncomfortable?" He snorted, mercilessly shaking off Yuan Che's hand from his arm. "Since when do you have any shame?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he paused. That was a bit harsh. But what was said was said, and he was still burning with anger, so he couldn't be bothered with politeness.

That sensation from just now had hit him too hard. He'd never experienced anything like it in his life. Sure, guys had confessed to him in school, but that was just confession. Even though he'd somehow ended up married to a man, all they'd done so far was hug and fool around a little. That moment just now was a thousand times more horrifying than holding that little fag a million times.

If he had to put it into words, what disturbed him most was that—for the first time, both visually and physically—he fully and vividly felt that the other person was a man.

Yes, a man.

A young, vibrant, easily ignited young man—and that "ignition" was directed at him.

Just thinking about it made Lin Zaishan feel a physical nausea. He glanced at the culprit in the passenger seat, whose face was now bright red, wanting to say something but holding back. Instead, he turned away and pressed the window switch again.

The window had barely lowered halfway when the guy beside him spoke up again.

"How can you be like this!" This time, Yuan Che's voice was clearly angry. "I told you I'm not comfortable!"

Lin Zaishan was taken aback. This sudden outburst struck him as both confusing and oddly novel. He turned his head once more to look at Yuan Che, and this time he was met with a furious face. The man didn't make any exaggerated expressions when angry—his face just visibly darkened, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

Lin Zaishan stared at that angry face, momentarily stunned. He realized with surprise that this was the first time he'd seen Yuan Che genuinely upset.

"Does it not matter to you who sees me like this?" Yuan Che demanded, brows furrowed, not letting up.

Lin Zaishan snapped back to reality. "What?"

"You heard me perfectly, and you're still asking!" Yuan Che's eyes were practically shooting fire as he stared at Lin Zaishan's face. "If it were you who got a reaction, I wouldn't want anyone to see it. Now it's me, and you don't care at all?"

After those words, Lin Zaishan was completely stunned. He instinctively wanted to yell back, but seeing that the little brat seemed genuinely angry, and remembering how he had just beaten him up, he felt a bit guilty.

"What are you talking about? I don't get it." He tried to soften his voice, but his rigid tone gave him away.

"Stop pretending!!" Yuan Che shouted back, even louder this time. "I'm asking you now! Do you even care who sees me? Even if someone walked by right now and saw me like this, you wouldn't give a damn, would you?"

Lin Zaishan froze. He shot a glance at the spot that made his skin crawl, then looked at Yuan Che's barely concealed miserable face.

In that moment, he kinda got it.

"...Ain't nobody outside." He barely forced the words out, turning his head away stiffly.

Yuan Che didn't say a word. He turned his head away just as sulkily, the two of them facing opposite directions, dead set on not looking at each other.

The car fell into a suffocating silence.

Lin Zaishan sat there, knowing even without looking that the guy next to him was still pissed—probably even more than before. He'd dated before, and experience told him this was the time to sweet-talk the other person, or it'd feel wrong.

But then he thought again—his dating experience was all with women. Do you still have to coax a guy?

Whatever. He put his hand on the wheel, shot an annoyed look at Yuan Che, and said flatly, "Even if someone was there, they couldn't see that part of you. You're worrying over nothing."

Yuan Che still didn't speak. Didn't even turn his head, just stared out the window, giving Lin Zaishan nothing but the back of his head—and that back of his head looked stubborn as hell.

Lin Zaishan had no choice but to reach over and roll up the window.

"Happy now? Nobody can see a thing."

Still nothing.

"Hey." he called out to that cold back of his head, his tone already wearing thin. "That's enough already."

Still nothing. The passenger was like someone hit pause, staring out the window, hell-bent on ignoring him. Lin Zaishan's last bit of patience was officially gone.

"Turn around."

He tugged Yuan Che's sleeve. The guy didn't move, but the sleeve slid up. Even in the dim car light, Lin Zaishan could see the bruises—purple and blue blotches on Yuan Che's arm.

His hand stopped cold.

When he'd grabbed him earlier, he was too pissed to hold back, but he didn't realize it was this bad. Mostly because the guy had stopped struggling later, and Lin Zaishan thought it didn't hurt anymore. Turns out he was just taking it.

Lin Zaishan stared at those bruises, and the anger inside him instantly fizzled out. When he looked at the back of Yuan Che's head again, he even felt like it looked a little wronged.

Fine. Lin Zaishan had a rare moment of guilt and actually apologized: "My bad. I'll respect your privacy next time, alright?"

The moment he said that, Yuan Che spun his head around and glared daggers at him. "This isn't about privacy!"

Lin Zaishan was confused. The more he tried to calm the guy down, the more riled up he got. "Then what is it about?"

"..."

"Say something," Lin Zaishan pressed, genuinely wanting to know.

To his surprise, the guy turned his head away again, giving him nothing but that back of his head.

Lin Zaishan sighed, suddenly feeling like he really had to work on his temper. He was the one who got harassed by the little fag, but because he couldn't help pounding him, now he had to lower himself to coaxing him and guess what was on that little brat's mind—where's the justice?

"I was wrong. Don't be mad, okay?" He softened his voice again, even surprising himself that it didn't sound like his own.

This time Yuan Che turned around fast, brows knitted, giving him a sharp look. "What are you sorry for?"

Lin Zaishan opened his mouth. What was he sorry for? How was he supposed to know? He just didn't want to talk to that back of the head anymore.

"I'm wrong about everything." he said, brushing it off half-heartedly.

But when he looked up and saw the little fag's wronged expression, he knew this wouldn't be settled that easy. He stared at that face for two seconds, then braced himself—

Whatever, he was already playing nice. What's one more move?

So he took the plunge and grabbed Yuan Che's hand.

This time it wasn't a jerk or a yank. It was a solid, fingers-interlaced grip.

The air suddenly went dead quiet.

Yuan Che looked down at their tightly clasped hands, then up at Lin Zaishan's serious face. Something in those eyes burst like fireworks—

"Hubby!"

The shout was sharp and bright, just that one word, but it made Lin Zaishan freeze up. Watching the little fag's glowing expression, he immediately sensed disaster!

Without another word, he fired up the engine, slammed it into gear, and floored it, sending the car shooting forward.

The car moved, but their hands didn't separate. The little fag was holding his hand with fingers intertwined, his palm burning hot.

Lin Zaishan steered with one hand, expressionless, as the spine-chilling cries of "Hubby" filled the air.

He glanced at the person beside him, who was secretly looking at him and then quickly turned away to pretend to look out the window, and then at their tightly clasped hands.

For the first time in his life, he felt the urge to take someone down with him.