Chapter 210: I Doted on Him
"Brother, did you check Weibo today?" came the voice from the phone.
Yin Chengjue thought to himself: So it is because of this matter.
Rong Yu: "That post of mine wasn't any promotional copy. I was genuinely angry. I want brother to coax me!"
Coax?
Yin Chengjue turned his head to look at the eight pairs of silver handcuffs securing his hands and feet, feeling this matter probably wasn't that simple.
Rong Yu actually used two pairs of handcuffs on just one of his hands. It was as if he feared a single pair wouldn't be enough to restrain him—or perhaps, whatever Rong Yu had planned for him next was so intense that it would drive him to struggle with such force that even the extra cuffs might be necessary.
While Yin Chengjue was letting his thoughts run wild, Rong Yu's voice came through the phone again: "Brother, I'm watching you."
Yin Chengjue's gaze swept over the cameras placed all around the bed. He chuckled, "Why look at me through these lenses? Could it be that I look more handsome with a filter?"
"No, I didn't turn on any filter. My brother doesn't need something like a filter; it would only hide his good looks," Rong Yu's voice carried a laugh. "Brother is perfect just as he is."
"Then what are you doing now?" Yin Chengjue didn't struggle, merely lay quietly, his eyes fixed on the camera lens nearest to him—he knew Rong Yu was definitely watching him through these.
Rong Yu continued, "Brother, guess what I'm doing right now?"
"Doing what you like." Yin Chengjue directly gave a catch-all answer.
Rong Yu gave a low laugh a few times, then simply gave the answer directly: "Brother, I'm drawing you."
Yin Chengjue couldn't help but think of the numerous portraits he had seen in Rong Yu's room. He couldn't resist asking, "Do you really like drawing, Xiao Yu?"
"Not that I like drawing, but that I like drawing you." The voice came from the phone. If one listened carefully, they could even hear the soft scratching sound of pencil on paper.
Accompanied by that scratching sound, Rong Yu's last, slightly softer sentence became somewhat unclear.
"Because... only then... can I... keep you..."
"Hmm? Xiao Yu, what did you say? Speak louder," Yin Chengjue couldn't help but urge.
"It's nothing. Oh, by the way, brother, how are you feeling right now?" Rong Yu's voice held a hint of laughter.
Yin Chengjue froze for a moment, then realized something. "What should I be feeling? What did you give me to eat?"
"It's actually nothing much. I just suddenly realized, I've drawn so many pictures of brother, in every possible pose, but I've just never drawn you in that state—when you're overcome and desperate with passion. I want to challenge that today." Rong Yu let out a low chuckle over the phone, clearly feeling immense anticipation, pleasure, and excitement about what was to come. "Brother, I was so angry today. Just coax me properly, satisfy me this once."
The next day, Yin Chengjue was late. This was the first time he had been late since starting his new company. So as he made his way upstairs, the employees' expressions were full of curiosity.
They really wanted to know what could make their punctual boss late.
Of course, they were more inclined to believe he had gone for an early business meeting. After all, the company had a lot going on recently: network tech staff still needed recruitment, business partnership contracts needed negotiation. The idea of him running off for an early meeting was indeed more credible than him simply oversleeping.
However, after Secretary Huang entered Yin Chengjue's office to report on matters and came out, the direction of the company gossip instantly shifted.
For no other reason than this: While reporting, Secretary Huang inadvertently glanced at Yin Chengjue and, with sharp eyes, noticed that on Yin Chengjue's neck, which wasn't covered by his shirt, there were faint rows of red marks, likely from bites, and even some circular marks, probably left by a collar. Looking higher up, he could see mottled bruises on the Adam's apple...
Upon closer inspection, one could even spot a small scab at the corner of Yin Chengjue’s lips. At first glance, Secretary Huang had simply assumed it was from dry skin or a bit of irritation.
Just then, finishing his report, Secretary Huang pushed the documents towards Yin Chengjue. As Yin Chengjue reached out to take them, a section of his wrist hidden by his sleeve was also revealed.
Secretary Huang: !!!
My god! What happened to those red marks on the boss' wrist? Were they from being tied? Combined with the ones on his neck...
So, what the boss experienced last night was the kind of content you can't find even searching ten thousand times online, the kind that requires multiple layers of encryption and compression in cloud storage videos?
A grand drama instantly played out in Secretary Huang's mind, ultimately summarized in one sentence: The boss' partner is freaking awesome!
"What are you looking at?" Yin Chengjue lifted his eyelids, his dark pupils looking over.
Secretary Huang was startled by the gaze and quickly shook his head, signaling 'I didn't, I didn't see anything.'
However, just as Secretary Huang resolved to take everything he'd just seen to his grave, he saw Yin Chengjue's expression soften, revealing a faint smile. "Pardon the unseemly sight."
As he spoke, Yin Chengjue adjusted his other sleeve, unobtrusively revealing the deep, complete set of teeth marks on his other wrist. He smiled, "I keep a little fox at home. He's quite mischievous, likes to bite me to show affection."
"Ahaha, that really is... very affectionate..." Secretary Huang didn't know how else to respond, so he just went along with Yin Chengjue's words.
Yin Chengjue lowered his eyes slightly, his fingertips lightly brushing over the two rows of teeth marks on his wrist. He smiled, "It's all my fault for doting on him too much usually, letting him become increasingly bold and unrestrained."
[In Chinese, "he" (他), "she" (她), and "it" (它) all pronounced identically as "tā". When Yin Chengjue says he doted on "tā," Secretary Huang hears no gender in the word itself.]
"Ah, this..."
But Yin Chengjue didn't seem to expect Secretary Huang to answer, just continued on, "Sigh, it's really worrying. Even though he kept me up all night making a fuss, I still find him quite cute like this."
Secretary Huang couldn't help but widen his eyes. "A-all night..."
Yin Chengjue: "If you keep listening, I'll have to start charging."
Secretary Huang: "..." Weren't you the one who started talking about it?!
Secretary Huang, being very perceptive, promptly took his leave. After closing the office door for Yin Chengjue, his mind couldn't help but replay Yin Chengjue's words, feeling even more frustrated.
People who only tell half the story are truly detestable!
No! I can't be the only one feeling stifled!
Thus, the phrase beginning with "I'll tell you a secret, but you mustn't tell anyone else," quickly spread throughout the company.
When Xiao Yanyan returned to the company after signing a pile of contracts, she was met with a bunch of meaningful stares.
Xiao Yanyan: "..." I haven't done anything these past few days, have I? The funds from Feng Changheng haven't arrived, so I haven't been working overtime on my own initiative!
"Ah, isn't this Secretary Xiao? Perfect timing. I'll tell you a secret, but you mustn't tell anyone else~" Liao Fei was the first to step forward, smiling meaningfully.
Xiao Yanyan: "..." Just looking at your smile makes me not want to know, thanks.
But Liao Fei clearly didn't give her a choice. After uttering that opening line, she eagerly shared the gossip about just how passionate—and demanding—Yin Chengjue's partner truly was, adding a summary: "Tsk tsk, just because Shang Liu posted a joking comment on Weibo yesterday, the one at the boss' place made a fuss with the boss all night. You can see how tightly he's kept on a leash. You, stop seeking your own misfortune."
Xiao Yanyan: "..." If it weren't for the money, would I be seeking my own misfortune?!
Xiao Yanyan thought back to that night she had spent lying alone on the hotel bed until dawn, and her frustration only grew. She had regretted accepting this assignment long ago!
Meanwhile, Rong Yu received formal news about joining the crew. In the afternoon, he was directly driven by Assistant Yang to the drama crew's photography studio to start shooting promotional stills for "The Wandering Swordsman."
In the studio, Rong Yu saw Deng Yu's younger brother.
Being the younger brother of a close friend, Deng Xiao naturally knew Rong Yu. Not only knew him, but also... was rather intimidated by him.
"B-Brother... Brother Rong, hello." Deng Xiao had already learned from his own brother which role Rong Yu was playing. So, even though he really liked the role of the Demon Sect Leader from the original work, he had given up the thought—This was the man who left a vivid mark on his childhood!
"Hello, Young Master Deng." Rong Yu greeted him with a smiling face.
Despite the seemingly gentle smile, Deng Xiao jumped as if his tail had been stepped on, darting backward several steps in a flash.
Others in the crew who witnessed this couldn't help but crane their necks curiously.
Just moments earlier, Deng Xiao had made a grand entrance—arriving in a flashy, latest-model sports car, wearing aviator sunglasses, brimming with flamboyance and self-importance. He had left an extremely vivid impression on everyone present.
Especially after Deng Xiao got out of the car—his rainbow-colored hair blowing in the wind, his sequin-covered clothes glittering in the sun, his strides wide as if he could step across the Pacific Ocean in one go.
In summary, two words—blindingly eye-catching.
Or, to use the local slang—zhong'er.
[中二 (zhōng èr)/中二病 (zhòng èr bìng): lit. middle school second year syndrome (chūnibyō in japan); fig. A term describing adolescent or adult behavior characterized by delusions of grandeur, fantasy role-playing, and cringeworthy, dramatic affectations, often as a coping mechanism or phase of self-expression.]]
The makeup artists and stylists looking at this version of Deng Xiao first reaction was to pinch their philtrum and clutch their chests, constantly reassuring themselves in their minds: The director said this young man is the investor's younger brother. He's not just a simple zhong'er; what's shimmering on him is the glow of money!
With this thought, they were just barely able to tolerate the sight of Deng Xiao's otherwise unbearable outfit.
Fortunately, Deng Xiao wasn't a difficult personality either. When the stylist suggested changing clothes first, he obediently took off his shamate attire and changed into the male lead's jade-white martial arts costume. He offered no complaint when they washed out his rainbow-colored hair, and when the original shade couldn't be fully restored, he readily agreed to have it dyed black instead.
[杀马特 (shāmǎtè): lit. transliteration of "smart"; a Chinese internet subculture (c. 2000s-2010s) known for its exaggerated, flashy, and rebellious style—featuring brightly colored, spiked hair, heavy makeup, punk-inspired accessories, and dramatic poses—often associated with rural migrant youth and perceived as rebellious or tacky.]
If Deng Xiao's obedience put the crew somewhat at ease, then the sight of his timid, almost cowering demeanor in front of Rong Yu left them utterly dumbfounded.
Is this young man really a young master?
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