Chapter 46 His wife was waiting for him to come home. Why was his brother so unreasonable…?
Why is his brother so angry? It's a good thing he didn't go back, otherwise he would have fainted from anger if he saw himself covered in bandages.
Ning Buyi sat up, lifted her shirt, and several bruises on her fair skin were particularly eye-catching. She couldn't help but reach out and press them. It hurt!
He turned around and knelt on the bed, quickly pulling down his pants with both hands. He twisted his head and checked his buttocks to see if there were any marks from being hit. Luckily, his pants covered them, leaving only red marks. He had been hit so hard that without his pants, his buttocks would have been as red as a monkey's. He hated Zhu Yanhe!
The door was suddenly pushed open. He looked up and met the gaze of the man standing in the doorway, his entire body frozen in place as if petrified.
Zhu Yanhe never expected that when he opened the door, he would see Ning Buyi with his knees sunk into the quilt, revealing his snow-white buttocks, which were adorned with red marks. His small face was staring at his buttocks with a frown, thanks to Zhu Yanhe.
He chuckled lightly: "What? You want me to spank you again to make the mark even deeper just because you're showing me your butt?"
Ning Buyi's face was now as red as a monkey's bottom. He pulled up his pants, glared at the person at the door, buried his face in the blanket, and looked like he had lost a lot of face and didn't want to face it.
Who showed it to him?! Shameless Zhu Yanhe!
The culprit looked at the boy who was lying on the bed like a turtle, and took a few steps forward: "Turn around."
Ning Buyi muttered, "I don't want to!"
Not wanting to be laughed at, he clung tightly to the silk quilt beneath him, looking as if he was determined to live and die with it.
Zhu Yanhe said in a nonchalant tone, "Want to get a spanking?" As if afraid he wouldn't believe her, her hand had already touched his inner thigh.
He hit him again! He didn't do anything wrong!
Ning Buyi loosened his grip on the blanket and instead covered his buttocks, giving Zhu Yanhe an opportunity to take advantage of him. Zhu Yanhe flipped him over, and just as Ning Buyi was about to start struggling with his hands and feet, Zhu Yanhe grabbed his waist with one hand.
He said in a deep voice, "Don't move, apply the medicine."
The puppy is honest.
Zhu Yanhe took out safflower oil from his pocket and lifted up his clothes. He had only guessed that there must be an injury under his skin, but when he actually saw it, his heart still trembled.
Patches of purplish-blue marks dotted the skin, all traces left by punches and kicks. The fingertips brushed against the bruises, the smooth touch lingering on the fingertips.
His hair fell in front of his eyes, and Ning Buyi couldn't see his expression. Instead, he urged, "Zhu Yanhe, hurry up."
Mojigui wishes Yanhe peace.
Zhu Yanhe responded softly, unscrewed the cap of the safflower oil, tilted the bottle and poured it onto a bruise. The cool touch made his warm skin tremble. Following the instructions, he placed his fingertips on the bruise and massaged it clockwise.
Ning Buyi hissed softly, her eyes fixed on him: "You're pressing so hard, it hurts!"
Was Zhu Yanhe doing this on purpose?
"Um."
Upon hearing this, he lightened his grip a little, and the skin he was rubbing became slightly warm.
He stared at the man who was applying medicine to him. Zhu Yanhe was doing it on purpose after all; he had been caught!
Zhu Yanhe carefully poured safflower oil onto each bruise in turn, and massaged it for a few minutes until the medicine was absorbed. After applying the medicine to the entire abdomen, he prepared to put the lid on the medicine jar. Ning Buyi winked at him and said, "Wait, wait."
As he spoke, he pulled his loose trousers up to his thighs and then lifted his shirt up a little, exposing his entire chest.
Ning Buyi pointed to one place and said, "It's here, it's here, and it's here too."
Zhu Yanhe's massage felt so good!
Zhu Yanhe originally didn't intend to touch those places, thinking that Ning Buyi would refuse, but he didn't expect him to break himself up and present himself to her, so how could she not accept it?
His palms touched his inner thighs, the soles of his legs, and his chest, kneading and massaging along with the medicated oil. He seemed to be infected by the heat emanating from Ning Buyi, and the tips of his ears gradually turned crimson.
The only sound in the quiet room was the soft, even breathing.
This allowed Ning Buyi to fall asleep. Zhu Yanhe, seeing his unguarded state, tidied his clothes, covered him with a blanket, and then went straight to the bathroom.
Ning Buyi didn't open his eyes until the afternoon. He sat up, his stomach rumbling for a while, and belatedly felt hungry. He called out to Zhu Yanhe twice in the room, but there was no response.
The boy simply rolled off the bed, and soon after stepping onto the floor, he surrendered and sat down. His injured ankle hurt even when he was standing on the ground. Suddenly, he had a brilliant idea and began to move on the ground like a caterpillar.
He doesn't use his hands or feet; he truly is a genius.
In the study filled with the smell of paper, Zhu Yanhe stared thoughtfully at the chat box on the computer. Opposite him was the owner of that shop, the same Taozi who had picked up Ning Buyi downstairs earlier.
Zhu Yanhe and she went straight to the point, wanting to talk. The other side replied quickly, probably knowing his purpose.
The study door was pushed open. He looked up and saw no one at the door. Zhu Yanhe then looked back at the window, which was not open. He stood up to investigate and saw Ning Buyi struggling to climb into the wooden floor.
Zhu Yan and Shen Mo were silent for a moment, then Zhu Yan immediately took out his phone, snapped a few photos, and silently put it away before asking, "What are you doing?"
Ning Buyi had originally intended to scare him, but he was discovered before he even climbed up. He laughed it off and said, "I've come to find you."
Zhu Yanhe's mind raced with six thoughts. He quickly walked a few steps to the boy, bent down, slipped under the boy's armpits, lifted him up, and with a twist of his ankle, placed him on the sofa in the study.
"Is your phone just for decoration?"
He forgot! But he couldn't let Zhu Yanhe know; if he did, his lifelong reputation would be ruined. So he changed the subject:
"Zhu Yanhe, I'm hungry."
Zhu Yanhe responded and then made a phone call. Zhu Yanhe usually doesn't eat at home, so the housekeeper usually comes to cook on Saturdays and Sundays, and only comes once a week to clean.
Ning Buyi, as if remembering something, asked, "Zhu Yanhe, do I have to go to work tomorrow?"
His eyes sparkled, momentarily dazzling the man's gaze: "I don't need any cripples around here for the time being."
One sentence displeased Ning Buyi, who then firmly planted his feet on the ground for three seconds.
He would have died from the pain in just one more second.
He thought for a moment, then obediently sat on the sofa and opened his eyes wide at Zhu Yanhe: "Zhu Yanhe, come here for a moment, I have a secret to tell you."
Zhu Yanhe glanced up, raised an eyebrow, got up and walked over. Ning Buyi had a mischievous look on his face. What kind of bad idea was he up to now?
As soon as he stepped forward, two fair hands grabbed the sides of his shirt, followed by a slight impact to his abdomen. Ning Buyi used his special move again, and Zhu Yanhe tried his best to suppress his laughter.
Idiot, why are you getting so angry?
The aunt came over, cooked, and left. Zhu Yanhe had to go out after eating, leaving Ning Buyi alone at home. Zhu Yanhe was worried he would be bored, so before leaving, she asked him, "Do you want me to call Zhu Zhu over?"
He looked up and asked, "Are you going to be gone for a long time?"
At that moment, Zhu Yan felt as if Ning Buyi was waiting for him to come home, and he replied, "You're coming home quite late."
The boy smiled and said with delight, "I want to eat mala tang!"
Zhu Yanhe:…
He wasn't expecting Ning Buyi to give him a gentle smile and say something like "Be careful and go home early"; he must have lost his mind.
"good."
Zhu Yanhe called Zhu Zhu over and then went out.
The weather in S City is always unpredictable. Yesterday, there was a fierce wind, but today the sun is shining brightly. Zhu Yan rested his hands on the steering wheel, and the navigation was pointing in the direction of a coffee shop.
The rustling leaves of the trees turned autumnal with the changing seasons. A black Cayenne stopped in front of a classically decorated store. Zhu Yanhe got out of the car, stepping on the fallen leaves. Looking through the glass door, he saw a girl in a white dress sitting inside.
He stepped inside, and a mechanical welcome light and bell rang. Zhu Yanhe walked straight toward the girl.
"Mr. Zhu, it's not polite to make a girl wait."
Zhu Yan and Wu Yan sat down opposite her, their every move exuding a dignified air that they had never shown when facing Ning Buyi.
Zhu Yanhe's eyes were indifferent, his eyelashes drooping, and a cup of hot coffee sat in front of him, steaming hot.
"How many?"
Ying Tao casually stirred her teacup, a slight smile playing on her lips. "What you can give me is a fixed value, but I can earn much more. Mr. Zhu, we are both businessmen."
He propped his head up with his hand, his gaze sweeping over Ying Tao, his eyes devoid of any emotion: "You should know that you are breaking the law."
He vaguely remembered this girl; she was present when he picked up Ning Buyi last time, and she seemed to have a close relationship with Zhu Zhu.
"Why doesn't President Zhu just sue me directly?" Ying Tao showed no fear on her face, still wearing a polite smile. "Don't you have the top legal team in S City?"
"I feel extremely honored when I think about the people that you, Mr. Zhu, dare not sue."
She paused for a moment, then continued, her tone no longer as provocative as before: "Bamboo has nothing to do with this."
Zhu Yanhe's expression remained unchanged as he let her sing her solo act. He indifferently said, "Ten million."
Ying Tao didn't reply. She picked up the exquisite teacup, took a sip, and said something nonsensical to herself: "President Zhu, you're not doing this for the bamboo, are you?"
The steam from the teacup in front of him gradually dissipated, and Zhu Yan rested his hands on either side of him, folded. He had no intention of communicating with the woman opposite him; he only wanted to resolve the matter.
"Twenty million."
Ying Tao pursed her red lips and continued, "Has anyone ever told you that you're really bad at pretending? You like that child, don't you?"
He never intended to pretend, and he didn't need to.
The man straightened his cuffs, somewhat impatiently, his cold tone carrying a hint of threat: "Thirty million. If Miss Ying still has no interest, then talk to the top lawyer you mentioned."
The coffee on the table near the man had gone cold, and its owner hadn't even glanced at it.
Ying Tao then took out the contract from her bag, on which were written the words "Transfer Agreement" in bold. She exclaimed, "Oh dear, who would have thought that the Crown Prince of the Zhu family is such a devoted lover?"
Zhu Yanhe wanted them to destroy all traces of obscenity before acquiring the shop, ensuring Ning Buyi and Zhu Zhu's safety. As for Ying Tao and the others wanting to make a comeback, it was a simple matter of calling the police; he wouldn't need to intervene.
He took the contract, glanced at it, and confirmed that there were no issues with dual contracts. He then coldly said, "I hope you will retire from this business."
Ying Tao was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then smiled and said, "If President Zhu is willing to give us the golden basin, we would be willing to wash our hands of this."
Zhu Yanhe stood there in contemplation for a moment, then left after uttering a single sentence.
"Zhu Zhu is willing."
When the investigation documents were sent to Zhu Yan and his phone, he read them all. Surprisingly, the photos of the other people did not show any signs of coercion or concealment; they were all acting voluntarily. The reason they did this was simply because they each had their own financial difficulties.
Zhu Yanhe has no interest in poverty alleviation.
A gentle breeze blew by, causing his hair to flutter slightly. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and Zhu Yanhe answered it after only seeing the profile picture.
"What's wrong?"
Ning Buyi exclaimed in disbelief, "Zhu Yanhe?!"
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Author's Note: Greetings to the adorable god, Mischievous Mischievous! Mischievous Mischievous is one year old! [Upright-eared rabbit head]
Before they got together, Jianjian would report to her husband every day. After they got together, if Jianjian missed reporting even one thing, Zhu Yanhe would be unhappy [doge emoji] and would threaten Jianjian that if he found out she missed reporting something, she would have sex with him more often. Jianjian would throw her phone at him, but Zhu Yanhe didn't want it: "Why don't you just put the surveillance camera on me!" So Zhu Yanhe bought her an action camera to carry with her. [doge emoji]
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