Chapter 11 The Teasing Yandere Boy 11

Chapter 11: The Seductive and Sickly Young Man 11

Jiang Ran gently pinched the young master's soft cheek, his jet-black lashes slightly lowered, veiling the desire in his dark eyes.

His gaze slowly traveled downward, and he gently kissed the young master's beauty mark.

"I won't let you get hurt again from now on." His voice was soft and low, as if making a promise.

Qiao Ling's heart was trembling, his throat inexplicably dry. It took him a long while before he managed to squeeze out a single word: "Mm."

His lashes fluttered uncontrollably, and he didn't even dare to look at Jiang Ran.

He knew he was being a coward, but he simply couldn't withstand it!

The system had already died from rage. A faint smile tugged at the corner of Jiang Ran's lips, as if he was amused by the young man's cowardice.

Qiao Ling's emotions were all over the place.

Feeling somewhat defiant, Qiao Ling took a deep breath and looked up at Jiang Ran. The next second, a flash of determination crossed his eyes, and he bit him straight on the lip.

---

That evening

When Qiao Huai brought the family doctor over to re-dress Qiao Ling's wound, Jiang Ran was cutting fruit.

Seeing the cut on Jiang Ran's lip, he was taken aback and instinctively asked, "Huh? Jiang Ran, what happened to your lip?"

Hearing this, Qiao Ling, who was watching TV nearby, tightened his grip on the remote and quickly said, "He... he's got internal heat. Young men run hot, and the weather's been dry lately. He's just overheated."

If Qiao Ling hadn't explained, it might have been fine, but his explanation just made his guilt obvious. Qiao Huai caught on right away.

He gave Qiao Ling a reproachful look, then pulled the doctor over and said, "Dr. Li, check how bad the injury on his arm is."

Dr. Li adjusted his glasses with a mock-serious look and came over to change Qiao Ling's dressing.

"The wound is pretty deep, but the young master is young, so it should heal fast. It's best not to get it wet recently, and mind what you eat, and there shouldn't be any problems." After saying this, Dr. Li lowered his voice and added a reminder: "Also... nothing too intense."

Qiao Ling's eyes widened at Dr. Li's shifty look, and he corrected, "I haven't done anything strenuous!"

"Fine, fine, if you say so. Hurry up and lift your arm, Dr. Li can't wrap it properly like that."

Qiao Huai's tone was totally dismissive. What did he mean, "if you say so"? It definitely wasn't so!

Dr. Li's professionalism kept him from laughing out loud, and his hand didn't even shake while applying the medicine, which was already a stretch.

Qiao Ling felt like he was about to have a heart attack right then and there. He looked at Jiang Ran and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Jiang Ran, you explain!"

Jiang Ran looked up a moment late and explained in front of everyone: "That's right, the young master's hurt pretty bad and has been resting the last couple days."

Then he pressed his lips together, as if trying to hide the cut.

Qiao Ling: "!!!"

He flopped onto the sofa, defeated.

He hadn't gotten any benefit at all, and yet Jiang Ran looked like he'd been 'picked on' and 'pampered' by him.

Qiao Huai looked at Qiao Ling and let out a helpless sigh.

"You're getting more and more dishonest, kid. Anyway, just take care of that injury."

Dr. Li finished the bandaging, packed up, left some painkillers, and got out of there fast.

The young master had been in a foul mood lately, so he didn't dare stick around.

Before leaving, Qiao Huai still reminded Qiao Ling: "Don't be too rough on Jiang Ran. He's got something important coming up in a few days, so don't keep him up too late."

Qiao Ling grunted lifelessly and slammed the door shut.

He hadn't gotten anything out of it, and now Qiao Huai and Dr. Li were looking at him like he was some kind of pervert.

Qiao Ling felt totally wronged.

Jiang Ran watched the young master stare at him like he was trying to burn a hole through him.

He asked, "Young master, is there anything else you need?"

"No," Qiao Ling said flatly. "I'm gonna shower and go to bed."

He'd go to sleep fast and kick this guy out tomorrow so he could finally have some peace.

But Jiang Ran followed him like a lost puppy. He was already at the bathroom door, and Jiang Ran still hadn't left.

"Jiang Ran, I'm taking a shower." Why aren't you leaving?

"Young master, let me help you." Jiang Ran stayed polite, his dark eyes full of 'righteousness' with zero hint of ulterior motives: "The doctor said your arm can't touch water."

Qiao Ling's arm still hurt, the painkillers were hit or miss, and he was sticky and uncomfortable from not showering all day.

He glanced at Jiang Ran, figuring the Supreme Deity was probably trustworthy.

So... trust him just this once?

"Fine."

Nothing happened during the shower.

But the second Qiao Ling was wrapped in a towel, Jiang Ran slowly moved closer.

The steam still hanging in the bathroom made Qiao Ling's face flush, his eyes clear and bright.

Jiang Ran boxed him in with his arms, and being half a head taller made him look a little intimidating.

He tilted Qiao Ling's chin up and said softly, "Young master. I've been learning a lot lately."

Qiao Ling was drained, so he brushed it off: "Time is money. Work hard and get good results."

Just as he was about to slip away, a voice slowly spoke by his ear.

Qiao Ling froze, his whole body going stiff.

He looked up at Jiang Ran mechanically, wondering if he was the crazy one or Jiang Ran was, when his vision suddenly went black.

An hour later

Qiao Ling lay in bed, curled up under the blanket.

Whether it was because the room temperature was too high or his own body heat hadn't come down, he felt like he was burning up.

Qiao Ling pulled the blanket up higher, feeling too ashamed to show his face to anyone.

He was caught between regret and indulgence, drifting off to sleep in that bittersweet, conflicted haze.

--—

Jian Qingming was dead asleep when the knocking at the door woke him up.

He opened the door impatiently, only to see a group of people in uniforms coming in.

"Jian Qingming, right? Come with us."

Jian Qingming never thought this would come out—he'd used those two guys more than once before.

He never figured he'd get caught this time.

No matter how he tried to explain, they simply wouldn't believe him, and before he knew it, they dragged him into the car.

They'd clearly come prepared and moved fast. Jian Qingming had barely gotten there when Jian Han and his wife showed up.

The moment Jian Qingming saw them, he caught the disappointment in both their eyes.

He'd never been close to them, and lately, all the shady stuff he regretted doing had gotten back to Jian Han.