Chapter 59: Du Yang, I Want to Kiss You

Chapter 59: Du Yang, I Want to Kiss You

Du Debao sat up, holding a bottle of liquor in one hand while raising the other to rub his eyes, then looked at the woman who had entered.

The bottle slipped from his hand and fell to the floor, Du Debao's eyes gleaming with excitement, the corners of his mouth trembling, "Yueyue, is that you?"

The woman who entered looked down condescendingly at the fat man sitting on the sofa.

She was dressed in mink, adorned with jewelry, her face still that of Qin Yue, but greatly changed from what it had been over a decade ago.

"Who allowed you to call me Yueyue?" Qin Yue, with a bag draped over her arm, glared angrily at the fat, pig-like Du Debao.

Compared to Lu Ting, Du Debao was nothing but a pig.

Lu Ting had money, looks, and a good physique.

Back then, she must have been blind to fall for a man like this.

"As stupid as a pig, you can't even keep track of a little bastard! You should have broken his legs and kept him from going to college. Now look, he's even seducing Xiao Yu's boyfriend!"

Qin Yue was furious, so she lifted her foot and kicked Du Debao's shin before plopping down onto the dirty sofa.

This kick turned Du Debao's anger to joy; he didn't mind Qin Yue calling him stupid, and the kick aroused him.

"That little bastard dares to steal Xiao Yu's boyfriend? He's asking for it!"

Du Debao grabbed another can of beer, took a huge gulp, and belched, "I'll go beat him up tomorrow!"

Qin Yue, disgusted, scooted her bottom further away, a scheming look in her eyes, "That little bastard bullied Xiao Yu when he was young, and now he's bullying him again as an adult! You have to stand up for your son!"

She couldn't deal with Du Yang herself, but tricking Du Debao into doing it would let her stay out of it.

"Yueyue, don't worry. Tomorrow I'll go take care of that little bastard!" Du Debao said, leaning toward Qin Yue, a lecherous glint in his eyes.

"Go when school starts. He's always with Xiao Yu's boyfriend now, so it's hard to get at him. Go to school and deal with him!"

Qin Yue stood up, dodging Du Debao's greasy hand that reached out for her, frowning with disgust.

Du Debao suddenly leaned forward abruptly and grabbed Qin Yue's arm. She lost her balance and fell onto his thigh, and his greasy, fat hand pressed against her stomach.

"We've fucked before, what's there to hide?"

Qin Yue's face flushed red. She struggled fiercely, trying to get up, but her strength was no match for the fat, pig-like Du Debao. She was pinned down like a little chick.

"I've had nothing to do with you for a long time. Don't you dare do anything rash!" Qin Yue tried to block Du Debao's alcohol-reeking lips that were about to kiss her.

This angered Du Debao. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head.

"Nothing to do with me? You were my woman, Du Debao's, before you were Lu Ting's. Xiao Yu is still my son! How can you say there's nothing between us?"

"Fourteen years ago, when you stole Du Yang and shoved him into my arms, that sealed our connection for life!"

"I've been too easy on you all these years. If you don't let me fuck you today, I'll go to the Lu family and spill everything you've done!"

"If Lu Ting finds out that you stole his youngest son and then gave false testimony to make him believe Du Yang was dead, do you think he'll throw you in jail?"

Qin Yue lay on Du Debao's lap, her hands pinned above her head in a humiliating position. Her face was bright red, and her body trembled with anger, but she didn't dare resist.

Du Debao was exactly the kind of person who would do something like that.

She had worked so hard to earn Lu Ting's trust in the Lu family. Xiao Yu would soon have a chance to get a share of the Lu family's shares. She couldn't let Du Debao ruin her bright future.

She was counting on Du Debao to destroy Du Yang. If Fu Yan became her son-in-law, she would be the most respected woman in Haicheng.

No sacrifice, no reward. Getting fucked by a pig wasn't that bad.

Having convinced herself, Qin Yue stopped struggling and gave Du Debao a coy glare. "You old devil, let's go to the bedroom!"

Du Debao was overjoyed. He pressed his fat hands onto Qin Yue's chest, squeezing and rubbing roughly.

Qin Yue let out a soft moan. "Easy, it hurts!"

"Honey, I'm just too excited." Du Debao then covered Qin Yue's lips again, sucking hard. "It's been years since I've had a woman. Let me fuck you a few more times today!"

Du Debao picked up Qin Yue, kissing and nibbling on her as he walked toward the bedroom. Soon, sounds of loud moans and heavy panting came from the bedroom.

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Late at night, in Jinyu Huating, Fu Yan's villa.

Du Yang sat in front of the computer, his gaze fixed on the screen. His stunning eyes were icy, and his heart was filled with disgust.

The scene in the video was both erotic and disgusting.

The video was angled directly at the sofa. Du Yang's cleaning the Du family home before New Year's Eve wasn't for nothing. He had installed a hidden camera in the wall of the TV cabinet.

Today's conversation between Du Debao and Qin Yue on the sofa, along with their actions, was all captured in the video.

After watching it, Du Yang coldly saved the video and opened another one.

This was a video he had placed in Du Debao's bedroom, angled from the side toward the bed.

What a perfect pair of passionate, scandalous adulterers.

"Are you watching some porn?"

Suddenly, Fu Yan's voice came from the doorway.

Du Yang didn't even turn his head. He snapped the laptop closed.

The suggestive moans and coarse curses came to an abrupt halt.

Du Yang hadn't used headphones; the video was playing on speaker.

"It's not porn." Du Yang didn't get up. He swiveled around, trying to look calm as he faced Fu Yan.

All of Du Yang's attention was on the surveillance footage. His mind was full of having obtained key evidence, and he had forgotten to close the door.

Besides the disgust from before, there was now some awkwardness. How was he supposed to explain this?

Fu Yan was wearing loose, dark gray loungewear, with the top two buttons of his collar undone, revealing his sexy Adam's apple and a glimpse of collarbone.

Compared to his usual buttoned-up, ascetic style, with the top button always done up, this Fu Yan exuded a different kind of tension.

Holding a glass of hot milk, Fu Yan walked in, his gaze settling on Du Yang's face meaningfully.

"You left the door open. I knocked, but you were too absorbed to hear it." Fu Yan handed the milk to Du Yang.

Du Yang took the milk and repeated, expressionless, "It's not porn."

"Mm." Fu Yan leaned his hip against the desk, turning his head to look at the boy drinking milk. "It's an erotic action film."

Fu Yan said, his gaze glancing at Du Yang's midsection, but there was no visible reaction.

Du Yang downed the milk in one go, ignoring Fu Yan, set the cup on the table, a milk stain at the corner of his mouth, and sat there expressionlessly.

"Are you angry?" Fu Yan turned around, grabbed the armrests of the chair, and spun the chair around to face him.

Du Yang looked up at Fu Yan and shook his head.

He didn't intend to explain. Fu Yan couldn't see this video yet; the timing wasn't right, so he'd let Fu Yan assume it was just some porno video.

After all, he was an adult, and it was normal to watch something like that.

"Maybe there's another way to solve it," Fu Yan said.

Another way?

Du Yang looked at the man, confused, not sure what he meant.

Fu Yan suddenly leaned in close, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair.

The distance suddenly closed, their lips almost touching, breaths intertwining, and the atmosphere instantly became charged with intimacy.

Fu Yan leaned down, pressing his lips to Du Yang's soft lips, his tongue gently sweeping across the corner of his mouth, wiping away the milk stain.

The kiss was brief, a fleeting touch before he pulled away. When he spoke again, Fu Yan's voice was slightly hoarse, "Du Yang, I want to kiss you."

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