drugging
Zhang felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen. "Didn't you say you didn't like men? Why are you making this request to another man now?" His anger erupted again like a volcano, jealousy and rage threatening to consume him.
He trembled with rage, but the soft touch in his arms and You Jiale's unconscious teasing ignited a hidden fire within him. He gritted his teeth, struggling to suppress the urge to pin the person in his arms down.
"You Jiale," he called softly, his voice almost squeezed out of his throat, hoarse and dangerous, "who the hell are you calling?"
You Jiale seemed not to hear him, only squirming in his arms, his hands restlessly touching Zhang Xiande's chest, as if seeking some kind of comfort, or as if he were caught in some kind of confusion. His movements were instinctive, yet unconscious.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Almost as if fleeing, he turned his head and pressed his forehead against You Jiale's head, gritting his teeth in a low voice: "Shut up, don't shout anymore."
You Jiale mumbled something in a daze, as if she heard it, yet also as if she didn't.
"It wasn't him, it was me!" Zhang Xiande roared inwardly.
Back at Yunyin Hall, Zhang Xiande carried You Jiale into his room as if she were a hot potato, and placed her heavily on the bed. Looking at You Jiale, who was delirious and groaning in pain, he felt a mixture of anger and desire that threatened to tear him apart.
"It can only be me!" Zhang Xiande roared, unable to control his impulse any longer.
A night passed. When You Jiale woke up, his body felt as if it had been run over by a heavy carriage; his whole body ached, every inch of his skin felt like it was about to crack, and he couldn't move. He could only lie blankly on the bed, recalling the previous night. As his consciousness gradually returned, the fragmented images of the night flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern: Zhang Xiande's angry face, his rough actions, and the tearing pain all made him feel a suffocating despair and fear.
When Zhang Xiande woke up, the room was still filled with an atmosphere of lust. He didn't say a word, his face was ashen, and he turned his back to You Jiale to quickly change his clothes.
You Jiale could feel the movement behind him; the sounds of Zhang Xiande getting up and dressing were clearly audible, but he didn't even have the strength to turn his head. He tried to ignore the excruciating pain in his body, but the throbbing pain constantly reminded him of the humiliation he had suffered the previous night. He didn't even want to move in front of Zhang Xiande, as if any further movement would expose the unspeakable shame deep within him.
After changing his clothes, Zhang Xiande stood silently by the bed for a while. The air seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it was suffocating.
You Jiale still didn't look at him; her tightly closed eyes seemed to be silently resisting his presence. Zhang Xiande was already holding back a nameless anger. Last night, You Jiale mistook him for He Mingzhou, whom he had been longing for, and vented his frustrations on her. But when he woke up, he had to face You Jiale's cold demeanor, which made him feel as if his self-esteem had been trampled underfoot.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger and frustration, and broke the suffocating silence first. His voice carried a hint of suppressed anger and mockery: "Disappointed, aren't you? Not your Brother He." His gaze was like a cold blade, piercing You Jiale's tightly closed eyes.
You Jiale still didn't open her eyes, as if Zhang Xiande's voice was just a harmless noise in the air.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiande's anger was reignited, and his tone became even sharper and more sarcastic: "Don't you like women? You drugged He Mingzhou and seduced him? Do you really like him? Or do you think he can protect you after you sleep with him? I really don't know what you're thinking. If you want to sell yourself, you can come to me!" His words were full of insults and disdain, each word like a cold dagger, stabbing viciously at You Jiale.
Finally, You Jiale's body trembled violently. He slowly opened his eyes, his once clear eyes now filled with icy hatred and anger. He turned his head with difficulty, an unnatural blush rising on his pale face from anger. He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse from pain and rage: "What the hell did you say?"
Seeing that he finally reacted, Zhang Xiande became even angrier: "I was wondering why you've been ignoring me so much lately, calling me 'Brother He' all the time. So that's what you're after? I was thinking you didn't like men, so I'd take it slow and win you over. If I'd known you'd act like this, why would I have wasted my breath talking to you?" He became more and more agitated as he spoke, his tone becoming increasingly reckless, as if he wanted to unleash all his dissatisfaction and suspicions.
Yu Jiale trembled with rage as he listened to Zhang Xiande's twisted accusations. He endured the excruciating pain, trying to calm himself, his angry eyes fixed on Zhang Xiande. He took a deep breath, and with all his might, said in a cold and clear voice, "Zhang Xiande, come here!"
Zhang Xiande was taken aback by his sudden calmness and commanding tone. He subconsciously walked towards the bedside, a hint of doubt on his face. He had just reached the bedside and hadn't even reacted when You Jiale suddenly sat up and slapped him hard across the face with a loud "smack."
Zhang Xiande was knocked to the side, and a clear red mark appeared on his face instantly. He stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
Yu Jiale felt another tearing pain in his body from the violent movement, but he seemed oblivious to it. His eyes, filled with rage, were fixed on Zhang Xiande, and his voice trembled with excitement: "I've never heard of a thief crying 'stop thief!' Wasn't it you who called me last night?! Wasn't it you who drugged me?! You damn homosexual, you're disgusting!" His words rained down on Zhang Xiande like a machine gun, showing no mercy.
Zhang Xiande was completely stunned by his series of accusations. The anger on his face froze instantly, replaced by astonishment and disbelief: "When the hell did I invite you to dinner?! I personally invited you and you didn't even acknowledge me?! He Mingzhou invited you and you went?! And you called me a dead homosexual, then what are you?!" His tone also became agitated.
Looking at the astonished expression on Zhang Xiande's face, You Jiale's mind raced back to the blurry images he had seen before losing consciousness last night. He seemed to have really seen He Mingzhou. A thought flashed through his mind like lightning: The letter! The letter wasn't from Zhang Xiande! Otherwise, he wouldn't have seemed to see He Mingzhou when he lost consciousness last night!
He endured the physical pain and calmly voiced his suspicion: "Zhang Xiande, calm down! If the person who delivered the letter to me last night wasn't you..." Although his tone still carried anger, it had become more rational.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiande's angry expression faltered slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
Ignoring the pain in his body, You Jiale continued his rapid analysis: "Someone definitely wanted to harm me last night! As for me calling out 'Brother He'... that's because I only saw his face a second before I lost consciousness! But that's too strange! Who is He Mingzhou? If he really wanted to harm me, would he be so stupid as to use such obvious methods? If I woke up, how could he easily fool me?!" The more he spoke, the more certain he became of his guess.
He took a breath and continued, "So, the person who sent the messages to me and He Mingzhou must have been someone else! And this person must have known that there was some contact between me and He Mingzhou!" As if he had thought of something, he looked sharply at Zhang Xiande.
The atmosphere in the room became silent and complex once again. The anger on Zhang Xiande's face gradually subsided, replaced by a thoughtful solemnity. Looking at You Jiale's pale yet resolute face, and the anger and fear flickering in his eyes, his own resolve began to waver. Last night's events were too chaotic; he only remembered being blinded by jealousy and rage, and now, many details seemed blurry in his mind.
You Jiale quickly calculated in his mind: if something really happened between him and He Mingzhou last night, who would be the most pleased? It probably wouldn't be He Mingzhou, who directly "succeeded," but Pei Zhiyuan, who seemed to be uninvolved.
Pei Zhiyuan's feelings for Zhang Xiande were almost obvious, and she, this suddenly appearing "special assistant," was undoubtedly the biggest obstacle in his eyes. If she were truly entangled with another man, regardless of the outcome, it would likely leave a bad impression on Zhang Xiande, and might even become an opportunity for Pei Zhiyuan to take advantage of her. Thinking of this, You Jiale felt a chill run down her spine.
Having figured this out, You Jiale was even less likely to bring up what happened last night. Even if he told Zhang Xiande, given Zhang Xiande's indulgence of Pei Zhiyuan, he would simply turn the page on this seemingly insignificant episode. Ultimately, if he wanted to seek justice for himself and avoid becoming a victim of someone else's emotions, he had to rely on himself.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. You Jiale looked at Zhang Xiande with a hint of resentment and wariness in his eyes and said bluntly, "I'm not stupid. Although you saved me last night, I wouldn't have gotten into this mess if it weren't for you." He paused, his tone filled with obvious disgust, "Let me tell you, last night, both you and He Mingzhou disgusted me equally."
When Zhang Xiande heard the second half of You Jiale's sentence, he felt a slight relaxation because You Jiale mentioned He Mingzhou, which made him feel nauseous. But then he suddenly remembered something.
His sharp gaze was fixed on You Jiale: "What do you mean by 'if it weren't for me'? What do you mean by that?" He took a step closer, his tone carrying a hint of danger, "What happened to you last night? Who gave you the letter? Explain yourself!"
"Why are you always so guarded against me? You never tell me anything."
You Jiale didn't want to discuss the matter further, so he struggled to get up. The soreness in his body made him frown, but he felt as if his body had been cleaned and he didn't feel so uncomfortable. He knew that Zhang Xiande had probably done this afterward. He was wearing soft pajamas that didn't belong to him.
He threw back the covers, wanting to get up as soon as possible; lying in bed would only make him more irritable. As soon as he sat up, Zhang Xiande immediately leaned over nervously to support him: "Be careful." When he got close to You Jiale, Zhang Xiande couldn't help but steal a kiss on his cheek.
You Jiale froze as if struck by lightning, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared at Zhang Xiande. His voice was filled with shock and anger: "If you fucking act like a hooligan again, I'll really fight you to the death!" He forcefully pushed Zhang Xiande away, ignoring his body's protests, and said firmly, "I'll put it on myself! Get out!"
Zhang Xiande acted as if he hadn't heard him, forcefully picked up the clean clothes folded by the bedside, and tried to put them on You Jiale without saying a word.
Despite his physical discomfort and inner revulsion, You Jiale watched Zhang Xiande's hands move over his body, even feeling that the hand was blatantly taking advantage of him. An overwhelming sense of disgust welled up in his heart, and he really wanted to chop off that treacherous hand.
As You Jiale watched Zhang Xiande help him get dressed, a cold sneer flashed in her eyes: "What do you want? Do you want to have your cake and eat it too, or do you want to treat me like a rabbit?"
Zhang Xiande paused in his actions, looked up, and asked with a hint of hurt and confusion in his eyes: "What nonsense are you spouting? How are you like a rabbit? I served you from beginning to end last night. Who really got the short end of the stick?"
"Oh?" You Jiale seized on the loophole in his words, her tone laced with sarcasm. "So you admit you're two-timing me?"
"When did I admit it?" Zhang Xiande asked, as if he had been wronged. "In your dream? Which two boats? Let me see where they are."
Looking at his appearance, You Jiale felt even more disgusted and snorted coldly: "Hmph, no matter what you say, it's useless. I like women, so stop thinking about me!" He tried to draw a line with these words and completely cut off Zhang Xiande's thoughts.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiande's eyes instantly darkened, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "Heh, what business is it of yours what I'm thinking?"
"Are you trying to force yourself on me?" You Jiale was furious. He shoved Zhang Xiande away, his force so great that Zhang Xiande was caught off guard and took a step back.
Ignoring the tearing pain in his body, You Jiale jumped out of bed barefoot and stumbled towards the door. He practically flung open the door with his hands and feet, then rushed out without looking back, as if some ferocious beast was chasing him.
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