Chapter 23 I Surrender to You
At this moment, I want to be you.
What a bold and straightforward compliment!
Yu Jingchen's breath hitched, and he was almost at a loss. He still sat upright, just like countless other ordinary people, but only he knew that his body was now bound by even harder and more complicated shackles, just like before, under the name Fu Yanle.
Fu Yanle still had his innocent eyes open. He comfortably disguised himself as a pure angel, watching Yu Jingchen's rare loss of composure, neither pleased nor mocking. But Yu Jingchen could easily hear the hook hidden in Fu Yanle's voice, lazy yet sharp, almost hitting the mark with a single blow.
Yu Jingchen chuckled softly, his warm breath scareing away the fingertips pressed against his lips. He said in a conceding tone, "This is my proudest moment. It's more prideful than the first time I received praise from an elder, the first time I received a scholarship, the first time I stood on the award stage, the first time I completed a group project, and the first time I successfully took control of the family."
Fu Yanle immediately lost his confidence. He rubbed his face in frustration, like a naughty child who had accidentally gone too far, afraid of the consequences but also wanting to uphold the dignity of a little man in front of his parents, stubbornly clinging to his pride. "Brother Chen, you've spoken too harshly. I'm a little scared."
"Are you condemning me?" Yu Jingchen said.
"I wouldn't dare," Fu Yanle said softly. "I'm teaching you how to do things: don't use words to intimidate others."
Yu Jingchen had relaxed. He folded his hands in his lap, looking mature and refined like an old-fashioned gentleman. "I have to be honest with you: at least in this lifetime, I have never admitted defeat to anyone or anything."
“I know. You’re a qualified capitalist. Whoever makes you give up a little profit, you’ll make ten times more profit from them in the future. You’re cunning and demanding, and you’re unwilling to lose to any opponent.” Fu Yanle flattered him sincerely. “I admire you. You are a role model for us.”
“So, I’m still resentful about my first defeat.” After saying that, Yu Jingchen reached out and plucked a single eyelash under Fu Yanle’s right eye, stroking the moist touch. Fu Yanle instinctively shrank back, and Yu Jingchen considerately withdrew his hand, his voice gentle, “I must demand ten times the compensation from you.”
Fu Yanle sensed danger in that instant.
The black shadow came to a stop in the night, coming to a steady stop in the parking space. The courtyard lights in front of the main building turned on in response, and the butler reached out to touch the button, wisely not looking back.
Fu Yanle heard the sound of the car door lock opening.
The wall lamps in the main building of the Yu family's residence would be on from night until dawn, a secret Fu Yanle discovered several times when he went downstairs to get water at night. The regularly spaced wall lamps emitted a warm yellow light, enough for Fu Yanle to clearly see the ever-lengthening staircase as he walked backwards upstairs.
We're almost on the second floor.
Fu Yanle warned himself with some unease.
As the weather grew colder, the handrails on both sides of the stairs were covered with soft fur. At this moment, Fu Yanle's palms were resting on them, forcing him to keep rubbing backward.
Yu Jingchen climbed the stairs at a steady pace, without displaying any aggression, yet he easily controlled the rhythm—Fu Yanle could only retreat.
Fu Yanle looked beautiful now, a different kind of beauty than usual, like a pampered puppy caught in a trap, pacing anxiously and throwing a tantrum. Yu Jingchen intently admired this down-on-her-luck yet exquisitely beautiful girl, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, he placed his hand on the armrest.
"!"
The instant their fingertips touched, Fu Yanle was so startled that he instinctively pulled his hand away. His knees bent and straightened until his heels landed hastily, and when he lifted them again, he only stepped on air.
Fu Yanle looked down and saw that Yu Jingchen was standing on the last step, while he had already reached the second floor.
The second-floor corridor was covered with a thin carpet, not very soft, but slippers wouldn't make a sound when they stepped on it. He was backing away, Yu Jingchen was moving forward, and they drew closer to each other in a tense silence.
There are only two rooms on the second floor, and Fu Yanle always passes by the master bedroom door when he returns to his room. It is a deep black, seemingly calm at first glance, but staring at it for too long will make you dizzy, like drowning in a black sea.
Fu Yanle felt the strain during his silent standoff with Yu Jingchen. He unconsciously raised his hand and, as if holding onto a stair railing, grabbed the lock of the master bedroom door.
Yu Jingchen was wicked; in that instant, he suddenly quickened his pace, startling Fu Yanle so much that he instinctively twisted his wrist, opening the door to the master bedroom. The puppy that had just poked its head out of the trap suddenly plummeted back down, falling into an even deeper trap.
Under pressure from Yu Jingchen, Fu Yanle pushed the door open from the side.
His slippers slipped off his feet as he stumbled, and Fu Yanle's feet sank into the soft blanket. The fine fibers became endless, resilient threads, gently binding him. He stood there, utterly alone.
The master bedroom light turned on, and Yu Jingchen closed the door, turning to meet Fu Yanle's beautiful and lovely eyes.
"Don't back up to the left," he politely reminded him. "That's the bed over there."
Fu Yanle stopped in his tracks, momentarily unsure which way to turn. Strange, the master bedroom was clearly quite large. He was only three-tenths drunk, but he'd pretended to be seven-tenths in front of Yu Jingchen, and things had gone too far; now he was forced to be completely sober.
"This isn't fair," Fu Yanle shouted weakly. "You willingly surrendered to me, so why should I bear the consequences?"
Yu Jingchen stepped forward and said gently, “No, Yanle, you should examine yourself. You are too adept at using your beauty, using your eyes as weapons, switching between innocence and seduction at will, and the flush and rosy cheeks enhance your attack. You have achieved your goal, but you should pay the price for your cunning.”
Fu Yanle retreated repeatedly under his harsh criticism, retorting defiantly, "You can't blame me. If you were determined enough, you wouldn't have admitted defeat to me. You should examine yourself!"
"Instead of reflecting on myself, I want to make up for my defeat first, otherwise it will damage my momentum in subsequent attacks." Yu Jingchen's eyes followed, and he spoke up at the right time to remind him, "Go on, Yanle."
Fu Yanle turned around and found a curtain behind him. He knew there was a piano behind it.
Yu Jingchen was already close by. "Lift the curtain, Yanle."
Fu Yanle was forced to pass through the curtain and staggered against the piano.
"We've arrived," Yu Jingchen said, as if praising someone. "Well done, Yanle."
In both his lifetimes, Fu Yanle had never encountered a man like this.
Among the wealthy young men surrounding him were quite a few playboys, with all sorts of tricks up their sleeves, a simple loosening of their belts leading to a romantic encounter. Fu Yanle had witnessed such scenes before, but he thought it was just a slightly boisterous performance. He wasn't ashamed at all; sometimes, he would even maliciously mock certain womanizers for their small penises.
In his past life, Fu Yanle never thought about sleeping with Su Fengyao. He wanted to hide the sweetness in the ordinary trivialities, wanting affection and love, but never lust. This was his definition of "first love".
Su Fengyao liked to present himself as a gentle, considerate, and even somewhat traditional gentleman. He couldn't put any pressure on Fu Yanle, which made Fu Yanle unable to think of any way to resist Yu Jingchen.
"Don't get distracted, okay?" Yu Jingchen said in a slightly somber tone, as if issuing a warning, "I'll be unhappy."
“Brother Chen…” Fu Yanle shook his head, “I dare not do it again.”
“Look, you’re really good at using your looks.” Yu Jingchen reached out and smoothed his furrowed brows. “Relax, Yanle, don’t beg me with those hot eyes, it’ll only backfire.”
Fu Yanle pondered Yu Jingchen's words with some difficulty, "Are you trying to make me cry?"
Just like in "Substitute Lover: 99 Days of Torture", the seme kept bullying the uke just to see him cry.
Yu Jingchen's gaze remained unchanged, and he did not answer.
"I...I can do it." Fu Yanle took this as a tacit agreement and quickly grabbed Yu Jingchen's sleeve. "I'll cry for you, then let me go, okay?"
Fu Yanle believes he possesses acting skills comparable to those of a universal award-winning actor; he can shed tears in three seconds with genuine emotion that moves people to tears!
“Good girl, but,” Yu Jingchen said gently, but his words were cruel, “you look like you’re about to cry. This deal isn’t worth it for me.”
Fu Yanle was absolutely furious: "Then what exactly do you want me to do!"
“Sing me your ‘La Vie en Rose’.” Yu Jingchen’s fingers slid down Fu Yanle’s soft cheek, encouragingly lifting his chin. Fu Yanle’s lips were tightly pressed together, his whole face like a red apple that had been doused with water; Yu Jingchen could easily imagine its sweetness.
Even the most adorable sweet and delicious red apple must be eaten. The sweet juice splashes out, envelops the throat, flows over the heart, and into the stomach—it works even better than dopamine.
Yu Jingchen smiled, trying his best to appear less like a hungry tiger or eagle.
"Go, Fu Yanle."
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