Chapter 37: I Love This Taste, I Pinned Him Down and Bit Him

Chapter 37: I Only Like This One—I Bit Him While Pinning Him Down

10:30.

Qin Mo checked his watch for the umpteenth time, his voice cold as ice: "What time does A Yan usually get up?"

The butler flinched in fright, silently lighting a candle for the young master, and replied in a low voice: "The young master's wake-up time is usually irregular. On his days off, he sleeps in—sometimes he doesn't get up until noon."

"?"

Qin Mo looked up, his pitch-black eyes staring straight at the butler. His face was expressionless, yet it sent chills down your spine.

"Is this how you look after the young master's health?"

"President Qin, I..."

"Pack your things and get out today. Go upstairs and call him." Qin Mo made the decision calmly.

The butler's face went white in an instant. The young master never interfered in matters like this, leaving President Qin to make all the decisions. That meant he was about to lose his job.

It's over, it's over.

The butler floated upstairs, his soul half gone, knocked on Qin Yan's door, and got no response.

He didn't dare disturb the young master's sleep, but he *really* didn't dare offend that plague downstairs.

Especially since that man was waiting right downstairs—the pressure was crushing. He could only steel himself and keep knocking.

Still no answer.

The butler had no choice but to call out: "Young master, young master, are you up? Young master, President Qin is here. Young master, young mas—"

"You calling for the dead?"

"!"

A chill ran down the butler's spine. He turned around to see Qin Yan standing at Su Zhiyu's door, wearing only a bathrobe, staring at him with pure irritation—a look that screamed, "If this isn't urgent, I'll kill you."

Oh my god.

The butler was on the verge of tears, and didn't have the brainpower to wonder why the young master was in Mr. Su's room again, dressed like that.

He wiped the tears from his eyes, hurried over, and was about to speak when he was stopped cold by the murderous look in Qin Yan's eyes.

Qin Yan stepped forward, carefully pulled the door mostly shut behind him, then gave the butler a look to continue.

The butler lowered his voice: "Young master, President Qin is here, waiting for you downstairs. He's upset about your irregular sleep schedule."

And he wants to fire me.

Qin Yan's brows immediately furrowed. Why the hell did this annoying pest have to show up again? What bad luck.

"Got it."

He closed the door, went back to his room in a huff to change into proper loungewear, and when he came out, he saw the butler looking devastated and was confused: "What's with that face? Did he yell at you?"

The butler pouted and complained: "Young master, it's worse than yelling—President Qin is going to fire me. Boo hoo hoo, young master, this is my last time serving you."

"?"

"Young master, I can't bear to leave you. You're someone I've watched... ahem, watched eat for years. I..."

"That's enough." Qin Yan cut him off, speechless, tossing out a line as he headed downstairs: "You're not getting fired."

"Really?"

"Keep running your mouth and you really will be."

The butler immediately shut his mouth and obediently trailed behind Qin Yan. The two went downstairs together and immediately spotted the man sitting on the sofa.

Qin Yan strolled down with his hands in his pockets, looking utterly carefree, and even yawned. The dark circles under his eyes practically screamed: I didn't get any damn sleep.

Qin Mo saw his state and beckoned him over, displeased: "A Yan, come sit here."

Qin Yan didn't follow his instruction to sit beside him. Instead, he sat on the single sofa to the side, propping one leg on the armrest, leaning back and squinting: "What do you need, bro? I wanna sleep."

After yesterday, he had zero desire to show that bastard any courtesy.

Besides, a quiet night meant Qin Mo had already smoothed things over.

Ha, a brother-obsessed control freak. That made things easy—he could use that weakness to his advantage. Conveniently, he himself was that soft spot.

Qin Yan didn't hide his impatience, and Qin Mo noticed it too. He was briefly surprised, but his composure remained steady.

"A Yan, you were too impulsive yesterday. Offending them does you no good."

Still bringing up yesterday?

Qin Yan curled his lips indifferently: "Didn't brother already handle it? If you can't, then just have me locked up."

"? A Yan!"

"Brother, I've said it before—touch my people, touch my things, and it's not allowed. No matter who it is, even if I have to sacrifice myself, I'll go at them."

The young man's brows were sharp and sinister, clashing with the mature man's cold, piercing gaze. Neither backed down.

Qin Mo's knuckles bent slightly as he rested them on his knee: "A Yan, you shouldn't sacrifice greater interests for a mere hobby. I can understand youthful recklessness, but just this once. I hope there won't be a second time."

Qin Yan refused to yield an inch: "If my people stay safe and sound, there won't be a second time."

"Are you threatening your brother?"

"Brother, you're overthinking. I'm an adult, and I have the right and duty to protect my own people."

Qin Mo was silent for a moment, then said: "He's just a toy. If you want to play, you can switch anytime. I can find you another."

A toy?

For the original owner, Su Zhiyu was indeed like a toy—a living toy, and an interesting one at that.

Qin Yan rubbed his brow, speaking casually: "I only like playing with this one. I don't want other toys. They're dirty—at least this one is clean."

"He was already dirty yesterday."

Qin Mo coldly dropped those words, striking Qin Yan's heart. His gaze suddenly turned vicious as he stared straight at Qin Mo: "Did brother have a hand in yesterday's events too?"

Qin Mo was rendered speechless under that stare.

"I'm tired and want to go upstairs to sleep. If brother wants to stay for a meal, help yourself. And as for him—"

Qin Yan pointed at the ostrich of a butler, whose head was buried in his chest, and said with certainty, "I hope you won't take it out on him, big bro. He's just an employee."

Qin Mo said nothing, just staring at him with an unreadable look, and Qin Yan didn't bother trying to figure it out.

He turned and started up the stairs.

"A-Yan."

Qin Mo stood up to grab him, but accidentally caught his sleeve, ripping a strip of it down, revealing two clear rows of teeth marks on his shoulder.

Qin Mo's expression cracked slightly, then the crack spread, slowly twisting into anger.

He seized Qin Yan's wrist, his eyes bloodshot: "What is this? Who bit you?"

The butler snapped his head up: What? Who bit who? Did Mr. Su bite the young master again?

Qin Yan shook off his hand and leisurely pulled his clothes back up: "Nothing."

"Qin Yan!" Qin Mo was truly furious, but still forced himself to restrain his anger, "Is it Su Zhiyu? He's got some nerve. Get him down here!"

"..."

Qin Yan closed his eyes, his tone flippant and self-satisfied: "Bro, don't tell me you've never gotten laid? Su Zhiyu went into heat yesterday—didn't you know?"

Heat?

Qin Mo remembered when he had taken Su Zhiyu away yesterday, using his pheromones to render Su Zhiyu helpless, and how he had personally torn off the suppressant patch.

Of course he remembered.

"I'm a red-blooded Alpha with an Omega on hand. I've gotta get a taste, right? If I didn't, what am I, a charity? Besides, I'm into that. I held his head down and bit him. It felt damn good."

Qin Mo's pupils dilated, like he couldn't believe those words had come out of Qin Yan's mouth.

"So, I won't let anyone touch him. He's mine. Only I get to mess with him."

Qin Mo stood rooted to the spot, watching Qin Yan walk away from him once again.

The distance between them... seemed to be growing wider and wider, and all because of a Su Zhiyu? Was that toy really worth all this fuss?

A-Yan, A-Yan, you shouldn't be so stubborn.

Having witnessed this showdown, the butler wished he could gouge his own eyes out.

Luckily, Qin Mo didn't bother with a nobody like him, and he didn't stay for a meal either—he just left the villa.

*

Qin Yan had just gone upstairs when he saw Su Zhiyu's door flick shut, so fast he thought he was seeing things again, until he hurried over and caught the faint sound of hurried footsteps inside.

Not an illusion.

Su Zhiyu had gotten up just now, and had even come out?

A sudden sense of dread hit him. He'd been so busy dealing with Qin Mo after being woken up that he'd only just remembered last night, and now a belated mix of embarrassment and panic set in.

What's done is done. There's no turning back now.

He took two deep breaths, raised his hand, and knocked three times, pressing close to the door and calling out, "Su Zhiyu? Are you awake?"