Chapter 40 The Fake Young Master's Dog Taming Guide (16) Half a lifetime, his...
Upon hearing his words, Fu Li immediately felt a bad premonition.
"I hope he doesn't hang me up and beat me up."
The system said to him helplessly, "There's no other way now. Just bear with it, and it will pass."
Why did you have to be so reckless in the first place?
However, it didn't say the last sentence aloud, since it was still necessary to soothe the host's emotions.
The young master's expression changed several times before he finally nodded in agreement.
"Okay, but you have to keep your word!" The boy looked like he was ready to die.
Seeing his tragic expression, Jing Qibai couldn't help but laugh out loud. Like a gentle older brother next door, he instructed Fu Li to take off his outer clothes and lie down on the bed.
Although Fu Li was unaware of what was going on, he reluctantly complied with the promise he had made. He lay face up on the soft bed, his eyes fixed on the dazzling light.
Then, he felt a sudden weight press down on him as another person pressed down on him, placing their hands on either side of his ears. The intense gaze reflected his barely suppressed panic, and the person spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Since Ali wants me to keep my word, you have to do the same yourself. Don't forget, no matter what happens next, you can't resist."
Like a whisper from hell, it entered my ears in a low and gentle voice.
Then, he reached out and unbuttoned Fu Li's shirt, revealing large expanses of the boy's fair skin, like a glistening mochi puff, its delicious appearance making one's mouth water.
Upon seeing the shameful expression on the face of the person beneath him, Jing Qibai's gloomy and obscure eyes, which seemed to be tempered with cold light, suddenly opened up, emitting a light as eager as if a long-cherished wish had been fulfilled.
A few days ago, they had been on this very bed, just as open and honest with each other. But back then, their positions were vastly different; now, the roles of attacker and defender had reversed.
Therefore, he felt a sense of satisfaction, as if he had avenged his great enemy and fulfilled his wish, and a thought that made him ecstatic—that for the rest of his life, his Ali would live under his control. Like a caged canary, trapped in a pure gold cage, she could no longer spread her wings and fly away, but could only stay by her master's side and sing to please him.
With such a secret and surging joy, Jing Qibai leaned down and slowly kissed those red lips that he had longed to touch. The touch was so soft, and the taste was so fragrant, even more wonderful than the taste he had experienced and imagined countless times in his dreams.
"Hmm..."
Fu Li was completely unprepared for this attack. The young master, who had no experience with kissing, gradually felt the air in his mouth being completely taken away by the other party. Just as he was about to suffocate, he finally let out a painful whimper like a dying sheep. Hearing his pleading whimper, Jing Qibai finally released him, but his eyes were filled with an undisguised, wolf-like excitement.
The young master was panting heavily. Although he couldn't resist, he couldn't help but yell, "Is this all you think about?!"
The boy didn't answer, but silenced him with his actions.
Another long and deep kiss ended, leaving the poor boy completely dizzy and disoriented. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were glazed over, making him look like a ripe peach, its juices sweet and abundant, as if beckoning one to pluck it.
Jing Qibai could no longer hold back and hurriedly stripped the two of their clothes off.
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Even though Jing Qibai didn't finish the act, the lingering, intense smells in the air still spoke of the intensity of the affair.
Fu Li lay limply on the bed, her eyelids slightly closed, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering gently in the air, a testament to her utter exhaustion. She didn't even have the strength to curse.
Jing Qibai knelt on the pristine white sheets, a genuine smile of joy on his face, quietly gazing at the person beneath him, waiting for the "post-coital period" to pass.
Finally, he stood up, his tall frame lifting the person on the bed, and carried him to the bathroom to wash, just as he had done countless times before. However, this time, the power would be completely in his hands, and the person in his arms was destined to be kept and trained by him like a caged canary.
Thinking of this, a look of satisfaction appeared on the boy's face, which had already developed sharp features, as if he were holding all the obsessions of the rest of his life in his arms.
In truth, Fu Li hadn't completely lost consciousness. Having experienced the first world, this level of unconsciousness wasn't enough to cause him mental harm. However, his body was still young, and fatigue was inevitable.
At this moment, he was communicating with the system in his mind: "The male lead's punishment is different from what I imagined. Wasn't he supposed to be pretending to be weak to take advantage of others? Why does it feel like he was lustful at first sight?"
His words carried no hint of sarcasm or smugness; he was as calm as if all his emotions had been drained away.
The system remained silent for a while, seemingly unwilling to pay him any attention.
After analyzing the events between Fu Li and the male protagonist over the past few years, it had reason to suspect that the host had gradually seduced the male protagonist to avoid being killed by him. Otherwise, how could it explain the current situation? It's just as messed up as the first world!
[Host, you were doing this on purpose, weren't you?]
"Absolutely not. I was determined not to be taken advantage of by a man in this world. I just wanted to enjoy life to the fullest, I never expected it to turn out like this."
No, you did it on purpose.
"No, it's not."
The two calmly bantered back and forth, their calm tones conveying a sense of utter despair.
Fu Li cursed the male lead inwardly, calling him a bastard who lusts after women. He couldn't understand how a man being forced to have sex with another man could turn into lust. Jing Qibai was indeed a pervert.
The system, however, is convinced that Fu Li is a cunning gay man who, in order to avoid being punished by the male protagonist, pretends to be straight to seduce others, a crime he considers unforgivable.
The two of them were each harboring their own suspicions and doubts. Fu Li didn't even know when she had fallen asleep.
The next morning, a gentle voice woke him up.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Jing Qibai, who was already dressed in his uniform, sitting by his bedside.
A ray of sunlight streamed into the room from the garden outside, dividing the light-colored bed sheet into two distinct sections of light and shadow.
The young master's head lay in the shadows, while the well-dressed boy sat in the light, a gentle smile on his face.
The events of yesterday flooded his mind. The boy was stunned for a moment, then immediately grabbed the blanket in front of him, his face flushed, and shouted, "You...how could you just come into my room like that!"
Their identities have been reversed, and now the entire Yan residence is painted white, so this rebuke is just a weak protest with a fierce tone.
The person in the light tilted their head and smiled slightly, saying in the calmest tone, "Ah Li, have you forgotten? This isn't your room, it's mine. I can come in whenever I want. It's almost eight o'clock, Ah Li, get up, it's time to go to school."
Fu Li's expression immediately changed. "Last night...you didn't leave?!"
Jing Qibai shrugged, with an expression that said, "That's just how it is."
"This is my bedroom, why should I leave? Don't worry, Ali, you're cute when you sleep, you won't disturb me."
For more than ten years, Fu Li had been spoiled and developed a spoiled attitude, never having shared a bed with anyone for a night. The thought of sleeping in the same quilt with Jing Qibai last night made her feel uncomfortable all over.
His eyes were filled with anger as he glared at the other person through gritted teeth: "You clearly said that I could stay in the Yan family after last night!"
A smile immediately appeared on Jing Qibai's face. He said, "I did promise that as long as Ali doesn't resist, I'll let her stay. But I didn't promise anything else. If Ali doesn't want to live with me, she can go to the servants' quarters. Steward Wang has reserved a bed for you there. You can go and eat and live with the servants whenever you want."
As he spoke, his tone unconsciously took on a sharp edge, silencing Yan Fuli instantly.
Now, the former young master finally understands that even if he can stay, he will only be living under someone else's roof, and his situation is very different from before.
At this moment, he finally felt a sense of humiliation and involuntarily clenched the bedding in his hands. Under Jing Qibai's indifferent gaze, he slowly put on his clothes, bearing the humiliation with a heavy heart.
Everything at the Yan family's house remained the same, but due to yesterday's events, an inexplicable sense of stagnation hung in the air.
After dealing with the issue of the real son and the adopted son, Yan He left the Yan family and did not show up this morning. He was the most indifferent person in this matter. But what he left behind for the others was a deep sense of awkwardness and strangeness.
From the moment he stepped out of his bedroom, Fu Li could feel the gazes directed at him from all directions. Whether it was disdain, doubt, awkwardness, or embarrassment, they all reminded him that he was no longer the young master of the Yan family, but merely an outsider with an ordinary family background and an awkward status, making Fu Li feel extremely uncomfortable.
But he could no longer display the same authority as before, the young master Yan, to rebuke those who dared to stare. Instead, he lowered his head and paced behind Jing Qibai like a loser.
At the dining table, Fu Li's seat of honor was taken by Jing Qibai, and he could only sit in the seat next to Jing Qibai, which belonged to a guest.
At this moment, the butler, who had routinely informed Fu Li of what had happened at the Yan residence that morning, stood respectfully beside Jing Qibai, addressed him respectfully as "Young Master," and then spoke in his usual calm tone:
"The master left City C yesterday afternoon. He instructed that everything at home should be done according to your instructions. I have already told the master about your decision to keep Young Master Fu Li here, and he said it's no problem."
Hearing her name mentioned, Fu Li felt a jolt run through her body, a slight tremor running down her spine. A strange sense of dejection then washed over her.
He was listening to his old servant, who had once been loyal to him, address the man who had once sat in his seat as "Young Master," while he himself had become the outsider.
The old butler hesitated before saying, "Young Master, the master has already changed your surname back. But Young Master Fu Li... is, after all, a member of the Jing family, so perhaps..."
Upon hearing this, Fu Li immediately stood up from her seat and shouted in an impolite voice, "No! I don't want to change my surname! Absolutely not!"
The trembling voice trailed off with a sob in it.
Seeing his tearful face, Jing Qibai paused for a moment, then softened and said softly, "Since he doesn't want to, then don't change it. Father shouldn't have any objections."
Yan He's original words were, "Let them do as they please." So Steward Wang nodded obediently and stepped aside.
After this incident, and with countless eyes watching her like thorns in her back, Fu Li wished she could leave for school as soon as possible.
Before getting into the car, thinking about everything that happened last night, Fu Li turned to Jing Qibai to confirm: "Last night you said that you would never force me again, right?"
Upon hearing this, a gloomy look flashed in the boy's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a bright smile as he said, "Of course."
Fu Li breathed a sigh of relief and climbed into the back seat of the car.
In the car, Fu Li and Jing Qibai, no, it should be Yan Qibai who has become the heir of the Yan family, sat side by side in the back seat, one on the left and one on the right, with a great distance between them, like the Chu River and Han border.
From the moment he boarded the car, the young master stared intently at the scenery outside the window, not sparing the other person a single glance, as if he were determined to sever all ties with him.
The boy on the other side sat sideways in his seat, his gaze fixed intently on Fu Li, his fingertips tapping rhythmically on his thigh, conveying his impatience.
It seems the young master is still unsettled by the huge difference in his circumstances, so he chooses to raise the spikes all over his body to defend against everything outside.
Having already tasted the sweetness of success, Yan Qibai had no intention of tolerating the other party's coldness.
Anyway, if I push him a little, the young master will probably throw himself into my arms like he did last night.
The boy licked his lips and thought to himself.
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