Chapter 82 A Battle of Wits vs. A Love So Deep It Has Already...
[Ahhhhhh, congratulations to Kapibala and Young Master on their happy ending! (Although it's only halfway there, I'm shipping them now!!!)]
Why don't you two show me how you kiss? (peeks over)
[Waaaaah, Kapibala was really badly manipulated in the past. I think he already has PTSD. Our little idol was already trembling all over before he even started speaking. It's so pitiful, it breaks my heart. You stupid, lowly idol, you've done so many bad things!!!]
Thankfully, Kapibala has finally found someone who truly loves him, and your love will never be betrayed again! You two are incredibly loving and will definitely be happy!
[Please, everyone in the world who knows how to love, stay with other people who know how to love! What a wonderful ability it is to love! You are the ones who truly deserve each other's love and care!]
[Holy crap! I'm so angry about what Shu Bao'er said! When I'm rich, I'm definitely going to buy a phone with tactile feedback, and I'll slap him to death!!!]
Although it was impossible to directly hit someone on camera, fortunately there were stand-ins on set who could at least help calm down the viewers in the live chat.
An Zicheng's sunny face suddenly darkened, and his gaze at Shu Bao'er became angry and sharp. He couldn't help but show his youthful temper, and even his expression of disgust was blatant.
"You look like a QR code; you wouldn't know what it is unless you scanned it. Let me see..."
An Zicheng carefully scanned Shu Bao'er from head to toe, as if he had seen something very strange. He opened his mouth wide in astonishment.
"My cerebellum is underdeveloped, and my brain is completely undeveloped. I'm such a super-large item, it's a once-in-a-century occurrence. I don't even know if the courier station will accept it."
"I'm telling you, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have a problem with your brain. Even a dung beetle would push you away if you had a brain like that. If your mouth is itchy, go lick the toilet. Don't spew filth in public. I've seen toilets in the toilet, but I've never seen one in your mouth."
"Tsk, your ex-husband spent hundreds of millions on copyrights to promote you, and you still ended up in such a sorry state. It's really a wonder that he managed to carve something beautiful out of a pile of shit."
Shu Bao'er was stunned by the almost uninterrupted barrage of insults. She stared blankly for several seconds, her blood rushing to her face. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hardly breathe. She was so angry that her whole body was trembling violently. She pointed at An Zicheng's nose, unable to speak.
"How can you have such a foul mouth? Didn't your mother teach you how to speak properly to people? Don't you have any manners?"
An Zicheng rolled his eyes dramatically. He had only one rule when arguing with people: don't try to prove yourself, don't use logic, don't try to find loopholes in what the other person is saying, just spout nonsense.
He wins as long as he can infuriate the other person.
He raised his hand as if swatting a fly, his face full of disgust:
"What kind of person are you? How dare you show me such an attitude? Go away! I don't know which sewer wasn't closed properly, and you climbed out. What bad luck! Go down there and find a pomelo leaf to sweep up."
Shu Bao'er clutched her chest, feeling her heart ache with anger. She leaned back on the sofa, trembling and panting. Her vision blurred, sometimes black and sometimes white, and she felt like she was about to die on the spot.
The comments section was filled with praise for An Zicheng's "good talk" and "it was so satisfying!"
Wen Yinhe silently closed his slightly parted lips. It seemed that he didn't need to say anything. Zicheng's fighting power alone was stronger than all of him combined.
Shu Bao'er was seething with anger. When he turned the bottle on Jiang Hengchuan, he began to attack everyone unconditionally, asking maliciously, "How wild were you at your most promiscuous? Have you ever thought about letting your wife try it out?"
However, this kind of problem was completely insignificant to Jiang Hengchuan, who was like a rotten cucumber; it was even commonplace for him.
"Does a multi-person party count? I don't think it's extravagant. Most people in our circle go out for it, so how can it be considered extravagant?"
Without cameras in sight, Jiang Hengchuan became increasingly unrestrained when talking about such things, his arrogance and depravity reaching an extreme.
"Yes, it's the kind you're thinking of, the kind where you take all your clothes off. The third or fourth batch is just basic stuff, nothing special. The slightly more interesting ones are human furniture and human tableware."
"There were no tables or chairs on site. The people sitting and putting things on were real people, and the food was eaten directly on their bodies."
"There are also horses parked nearby. You can just get on and ride away. Several people can ride together and stroll around chatting as you go..."
[Aaaaaaahhhhhh my ears are dirty! Someone please gag him! Stop talking! I'm going to throw up! Ugh!!!]
[This is practically a suicide truck!!! 911? There's something evil here! Arrest them!!!]
[I'll chop them up if I don't want them anymore!!! I'll chop them up with every single one of them—ヾ(╬◣д◢)メひ]
The expressions of everyone, both on and off screen, inside and outside the live stream, changed.
This passage is so impactful that it's beyond what a normal person could handle.
Wen Yinhe covered his ears and silently chanted Lu Huaijin's name, as if he were using Lu Huaijin's name as a calming spell, but he still couldn't help but turn slightly pale, and his tightly furrowed brows made him look very uncomfortable.
As a ruthless and pure-hearted war god, his pure soul suffered a severe blow from filth.
An Zicheng was much more straightforward; she covered her mouth and started laughing as soon as Jiang Hengchuan began to speak.
Zheng Shuming didn't react much; in fact, he listened quite attentively, subtly drawing himself into the situation. The moment he raised his glass, he concealed the barely perceptible envy and jealousy in his eyes.
If it weren't for the unfairness of fate, he too would have wanted to live a life like Jiang Hengchuan, a Celestial Being.
Jiang Hengchuan became more and more excited as he spoke, displaying an air of superiority and pride.
His vanity would surge at the mere sight of these ignorant and foolish people.
"As for whether I've ever thought about bringing my wife to try it... there are some people in our circle who have that weird fetish of watching others have sex with their wives, and some people bring their wives to parties, I've been there too."
"I respect it but don't understand it. Isn't this like cheating on yourself? It's so weird. But if my baby is willing to serve me with other people, I'd really like it."
Off-screen, Taumiller, who hadn't shown much reaction since entering the observation room, suddenly changed his expression.
Although he wasn't exactly clean either, at least he never shared a relationship with multiple people, which was something he truly couldn't stand.
His main job is to scam money; he's not a real male prostitute.
He may not have much self-respect, but he hasn't sunk to the point where he has to serve one person along with a group of others.
Seeing the eagerness in Jiang Hengchuan's eyes, Tao Miller felt a sudden alarm bell ring in his heart, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.
"That's a good question. I'll ask my baby later and see if he'd like it." Jiang Hengchuan's eyes swept over Shu Bao'er's face subtly, and he licked his lips.
"By the way, you're not bad looking. Since you're divorced anyway, how about I introduce you to a few people? Although you've lost some value now, there are still some people who like the kind of gentle wife who's been 'gotten' into someone, and you still have a bit of a celebrity aura, so you still have some market value."
Shu Bao'er immediately looked like he had eaten shit, and almost vomited on the spot. If it weren't for his rationality telling him that he couldn't afford to mess with him, he would have liked to smash the wine bottle on the table hard on this disgusting bastard's head.
Damn, that makes me want to vomit! He shouldn't have asked that question!
[That's why they say the wicked always get to suffer! Now look what happened, the backlash has hit them... But, I'm just an ordinary viewer, I'm innocent! Don't attack me too! I'm absolutely disgusted!]
[Waaaaah, the movie star and little Zicheng are so pitiful. They had to endure breathing in such filth on set. Look at their pale faces, it breaks my heart QAQ]
[Run, little internet celebrity... Although you're no saint either, I don't think you really deserve this.]
[I can't stand it anymore, it's disgusting, I've called the police]
After showing off his extravagant and filthy life as a rich second-generation, Jiang Hengchuan was completely unaware that he had already been closely watched by the anti-prostitution squad.
When it was his turn to be king, the bottle was pointed at Zheng Shuming.
Jiang Hengchuan was already engrossed in the conversation, his words brimming with arrogance and vulgarity:
"I don't think Xiao Ye has an easy temper. You must have had a hard time putting up with him all these years, right? If you ask me, you should find a wife who is obedient and sensible. You can play around with her all you want. The kind of woman you found... there are probably many positions you can't even try, right?"
Perhaps due to alcohol, or perhaps because he truly believed himself to be a celestial being, Zheng Shuming, slurring his words, uttered absurd and nonsensical remarks:
"He's not very well-behaved in bed, but since I'm not going to pin him down, I'll just fuck him a couple of times and that'll be it..."
Before he could finish speaking, a wine bottle suddenly grazed Zheng Shuming's face and flew away, crashing to the ground some distance away with a "bang".
Zheng Shuming sobered up considerably in an instant, and when he looked up, he met An Zicheng's furious face.
"Do you want to die?" An Zicheng grabbed a wine bottle and rushed towards Zheng Shuming.
Zheng Shuming sobered up completely and realized his carelessness earlier. He was relieved that Xiao Jue wasn't there, but then he thought about how An Zicheng might exaggerate things when he got back. His expression changed repeatedly.
Like a rat crossing the street, he was chased by An Zicheng, who threw bottles at him all the way. He was hit on the back and the back of the head several times. Finally, just before An Zicheng killed him on the spot, he hid back in his room upstairs.
Panting, An Zicheng ran up to the second floor, slammed the last wine bottle against Zheng Shuming's door, and pointed at the closed door with bloodshot eyes, saying:
"Damn it! You better stay inside and never come out! Otherwise, I'll make sure you're dead!"
Wen Yinhe was a step behind as he went up to the second floor. An Zicheng had already gone from banging on the door and cursing to sitting on the ground and wailing.
"Waaah! My brother Aya is such a good person, he must have been incredibly unlucky to be entangled with this piece of trash. I'm so angry! How dare he talk about my brother Aya like that? How upset he must be! What a rotten person, what a piece of trash! I'm going to kill him! Let me in and kill him..."
As Wen Yinhe helped him downstairs, he soothed him gently like a child, but inwardly he couldn't help but feel annoyed and disgusted with Zheng Shuming.
Only the most despicable and vile people would use sex as a weapon to attack their former lovers.
It's just a matter of personal preference; it doesn't mean the one on top is longer than the one on the bottom. He doesn't understand what's so great about it.
Utterly despicable.
Off-screen, Xiao Ye and Xiao Jue both turned pale.
Especially Xiao Ye.
He no longer gets upset by Zheng Shuming's nonsense, but that doesn't stop him from getting furious and wanting to rush onto the screen to confront him directly.
"Damn him, you little brat! You dare tell me to behave? If I weren't uninterested in being in charge, who knows who would have been fucked to death! Doesn't he have any self-awareness about his limited skills? Does he even have the ability? Aren't you afraid I'll break his little dick? And you even dared to make my little Zicheng cry! I think he wants to die!"
Xiao Ye pointed at the screen, her beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with a furious, cold light. After venting her anger, she suddenly turned to look at Xiao Jue, her lips pouting in grievance: "Brother, get him!"
Xiao Jue's face, similar yet more mature, was devoid of warmth. His pair of cold, peach-blossom eyes brewed an unseen storm, and his tone was even calm, yet it sent chills down one's spine: "He's dead."
【Aaaaaaahhhhh, it's a private affair between the two of you! You stomach-nourishing guy, you should go with Hu Dou'er! You two are such scoundrels!】
Being scumbag once is like being stuck with shit; you can't shake him off no matter where you go. It's so tragic. I feel so sorry for our young master and Kapibala.
[Young Master, you have a sharp tongue! All the blame lies with that scumbag! Don't let a jerk cause you to despise yourself! I hope you can always be this confident and assertive!]
[It feels so good to have an older brother backing you up! Go, young master! Let's destroy this scumbag!]
[Did anyone notice that even though Zicheng was crying so much, he was still worried that the young master would be sad? And the young master was angry because that scumbag made his brother cry! This is mutual love! Please lock yourselves in, be a united couple, and beat that scumbag to a pulp!]
The situation became rather unpleasant, with one person running away on the spot, making it impossible for the game to continue.
After being taken downstairs by Wen Yinhe, An Zicheng huddled on the sofa and howled for a while. She then drank several bottles of wine before she could calm down.
Wen Yinhe couldn't do anything else, so he just silently drank with him, listening to him cry and curse the scumbag, then proclaim his love for Brother Aye, how good Brother Aye was to him, and then continue to curse the scumbag and continue to cry.
Before he knew it, he had drunk quite a bit. His gentle eyes were now misty and watery, his gaze slightly unfocused. Two faint blushes graced his fair face, and his rosy lips glistened with the wine, drawing someone's attention.
Lu Huaijin stared at him through the mottled screen. The light flowed in his deep black eyes, making them appear even darker and deeper. His throat was parched, and he kept swallowing. He couldn't help but use his slender fingers to unbutton the top two buttons of his collar, feeling a bit hot all over.
However, it would be nice if he had a bottle of wine on hand. He could secretly watch the beauty get drunk while using the wine to quell his lust, which would be quite a unique experience.
An Zicheng, drunk, hugged the wine bottle and looked pitifully at Wen Yinhe: "Brother Wen, to be honest, there's actually a question I haven't asked yet."
Wen Yinhe, his hands with distinct knuckles supporting his slightly dizzy forehead, slowly replied, "Hmm? What?"
An Zicheng leaned closer with a gossipy look on his face, a hint of smugness in his hazy eyes. Even while drinking, he didn't forget to finish the melon.
"Do you have any peculiar quirks that you've been hiding from President Lu, things you're afraid to tell him about? Or is there anything you've always wanted to try but haven't had the chance to?"
Upon hearing the word "quirk," the first thing that came to Wen Yinhe's mind was Lu Huaijin's lean and broad chest.
He liked to bury his face in Lu Huaijin's chest.
Warm, soft, and with a unique aroma that's been cooked by body heat, it's filled with a strong sense of security—the smell of home.
Each tender moment of contact allowed him to clearly feel a powerful heart pounding inside him, growing stronger and more intense with each kiss.
It is a heart that beats only for him.
He felt an overwhelming tenderness towards him, and longed to kiss his heart deeply.
He also liked to kiss Lu Huaijin's belly.
The man's abdominal muscles were lean, firm, and resilient.
With each passionate kiss, the man's muscles would contract sharply, and his breathing would rise and fall rapidly.
Like a row of beautiful and elegant piano keys, it plays a moving and enchanting song.
It was like a vibrant, nurturing environment, filled with his intense love and passionate responses.
Wen Yinhe couldn't help but caress, knead, and feel every inch of her body, then leaned down to kiss her.
He also liked to kiss Lu Huaijin's entire body.
Starting from the hair, the smear glides down to the Adam's apple and collarbone, reaching his most cherished chest, and below that are more private and sensitive areas.
Lu Huaijin's reaction will be more adorable, more enthusiastic, and more straightforward.
This filled him with encouragement and motivation, making him work even harder to please men, just to see their beautiful, infatuated faces.
Lu Huaijin always complained that his foreplay was too long and he was too slow.
It's all because Lu Huaijin's body is too beautiful; once he starts kissing someone, he just can't stop.
However, Lu Huaijin should be well aware of these quirks, so there's no question of him hiding anything.
But if you were to ask if there were any secret thoughts...
"I want to... try what it feels like to lock him up."
Wen Yinhe's eyes, clouded by the effects of alcohol, grew increasingly hazy, a bottomless vortex swirling within them.
A gentle voice lingered in the air, its tone warm and clear, yet tinged with a hint of intoxication, spreading out like damp moisture.
Gloomy, uneasy, paranoid, and sensitive.
It tightly entwines itself, seeping in everywhere.
"Just like he locked me up back then, I want to lock him up too. I can only carry him around every day. He has to tell me where he wants to go, and I have to take him there myself. He has to do everything within my sight and can't leave my sight for even half a second."
“I have to feed him by hand, dress him by hand, carry him into the bathroom to bathe him, wash him by hand, dry him by hand, put him in his pajamas, carry him into the bed, and until he lies in my arms, he has never left my palm.”
Even something as small as putting on shoes, I had to kneel on one knee in front of him and personally help him put them on.
“I want to repeat all the things he did to me, to feel what it was like when he took care of and controlled me back then.”
Wen Yinhe hadn't seen Lu Huaijin all morning.
Fermented by alcohol, her longing for Lu Huaijin intensified, like a thousand insects gnawing at her heart and a thousand ants eating her bones, almost turning into a kind of hysteria.
The anxiety and loneliness in my heart are about to explode, almost out of control.
You can't see it, touch it, or hear it.
Besides repeatedly reviewing the details of the past in my mind, recalling the curve of his lips when he smiled, the slight furrowing of his brows when he was deep in thought, the warm breath when he whispered in my ear...
Only these trivial memories could give him a brief respite from the raging tide of longing.
It was like his lifeline; if he were to let go, if he were to be ordered to stop remembering, he would surely die immediately.
How could he not know that others, seeing him like this, probably thought he was either a madman or an idiot?
But he simply couldn't control himself.
When love runs deep, one becomes obsessed and mad with longing; there is no cure except to see the one one yearns for.
An Zicheng listened, dumbfounded, as if stunned, until drool almost dripped from the corner of his mouth. Then, dazed, he wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand and exclaimed in utter astonishment:
"What the hell is wrong with me...?"
Is Teacher Wen... still in a normal mental state? Does he know what he's saying?
On the other hand, is this something he can even hear?
Mr. Lu, please come back soon, your husband is going crazy missing you...
[My goodness... I'm getting goosebumps... This crazy woman is having so much fun... You lock me up, I lock you up... Married couples really know how to have fun! It's all about romance!]
Healthy love is certainly delicious, but a sick relationship has its own unique flavor! Two crazy people met, and a thousand words can't express how perfectly matched they are!!!
Seriously, I'm impressed. At first glance, these two seem like a perfect match. But from the second, third, fourth, and fifth glances, they still look incredibly compatible. Those two eyes, those two noses, those two mouths—I'm totally smitten! [heart eyes][drooling]
The award-winning actor, gentle and shy, sent a request to President Lu for a private meeting: ① Happy to accept; ② Joyfully agree; ③ Excitedly agree.
After hearing this, President Lu grabbed the movie star by the collar and eagerly dragged him into a small dark room. No need for the movie star to lock him up; he'd stay home and not leave until he'd had his fill! Let's see who locks whom up! (doge)
Lu Huaijin was cleansed by these excessively obsessive and crazy words, feeling so comfortable that his scalp tingled, he could almost feel an electric current coursing through his spine, and every pore on his body was trembling, with hot blood rushing wildly through his veins.
It felt as if a raging fire was burning inside his chest, starting from his heart and burning him from the inside out, making his skin flush red and his fingertips feel hot.
But a burning light shot out from the depths of his pupils, like a hungry beast staring intently at its prey that was wantonly provoking it, both mad and lucid, excited and expectant, boiling with extreme excitement and stimulation.
He really underestimated this man.
She has an angelic face, but a devilish heart.
If it weren't for this opportunity in the observation room, he wouldn't have known that his little madman fantasizes about him like this every day.
Is this fun? Why didn't you tell him sooner? Even he didn't expect it could be played like this.
Tsk.
What's their relationship? They're keeping it a secret from each other, it's like they're about to kiss.
I just hope that when this opportunity is actually presented to him, he won't be so shy that he disappears on the spot.
But his shyness made him even more appealing and enjoyable.
The redder her face became.
The harder it is, the deeper it goes.
Lu Huaijin's body grew hotter and hotter, and he couldn't help but frown slightly. He tugged at his collar impatiently, feeling that the air was stuffy and that it was difficult to breathe.
This ridiculous show is impossible to continue recording.
Damn it, let him go home and get down to business.
He wants to go home.
Urgent!
Just then, Jiang Hengchuan suddenly shouted drunkenly at Wen Yinhe, "Hey, you know Lu Huaijin is an orphan, right? Who do you think he's grown up thanks to? If it weren't for our Jiang family, he'd probably be dead in a trash can by now."
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