Chapter 40 - 2#

Gu Chenzhou’s face went stiff.

He stopped using the whip or any other props. He stepped directly onto the bed and untied the rope from the ceiling, but didn’t untie the knot binding the other’s hands. Then he dragged the man off the bed and punched that handsome yet confused face hard!

He Hailou was knocked directly onto the carpet, looking a bit dazed.

Gu Chenzhou kicked him in the lower abdomen, then casually picked up something from the floor and pressed it hard against the spot where he had been whipped!

Blood soaked through the shirt in a few breaths, and He Hailou almost screamed.

Only then did Gu Chenzhou see clearly what he was holding: a large-sized dildo. He threw the blood-stained object away in disgust, continued to clench his fist, and smashed it down hard, punch after punch, aiming specifically at the other’s face. In a short while, he had beaten the other black and blue, as if various dyes had been splashed on his face.

With his hands tied behind his back, it was even more nerve-wracking. But this complete beating, which even contained a hint of uncontrollable murderous intent, made He Hailou instinctively dodge. He waited until Gu Chenzhou stopped before saying indistinctly, “You really are more hardcore than I imagined…”

Can’t kill him, can’t kill him, can’t kill him, can’t kill him…

Gu Chenzhou, who had just felt a little calmer, immediately continued to give himself psychological suggestions. Out of anger, he pressed hard on the bloody mark on the other’s chest that had just been whipped—but he immediately knew he had made a stupid move—in He Hailou’s moan that followed his action, besides pain, there was clearly pleasure mixed in, and the bulge below that had just gone down actually stood up again.

From coming in and finding He Hailou pouncing on him, to now almost beating the other into a pig’s head, Gu Chenzhou’s mood went from shock to anger and then to helplessness. In less than twenty minutes, he actually felt exhausted.

Don’t argue with a pervert, don’t argue with a psychopath, don’t argue with a pervert, don’t argue with a psychopath…

Gu Chenzhou repeatedly persuaded himself in his heart, while slowly standing up, kicking away the various props on the carpet in disgust, and walking out.

He Hailou was very calm at first, waiting for Gu Chenzhou’s next move. He even ordered the next steps in his mind: bondage and whips were done, next would be candles? Vibrators? Dildos? Candles just looked good but weren’t very interesting. As for the latter two, although stimulating, they seemed to skip too much foreplay… But as Gu Chenzhou walked, he passed the piano—right, I can suggest doing it on the piano later, He Hailou thought again—and passed the bar counter, almost reaching the door—wait, is he leaving?

He Hailou finally realized this. He was shocked to the extreme, turning his head to look at the room full of props and then at the incense still burning on the bar counter, looking at Gu Chenzhou with an expression as if looking at someone impotent: “You’re leaving?”

It didn’t take much effort for Gu Chenzhou to hear the deeper meaning in the other’s voice. Not to exaggerate, this mental attack was too powerful. Gu Chenzhou, who had already reached the door, instantly saw black before his eyes… After a very brief moment of confusion, he found himself back beside He Hailou, dragging him by the arm directly in front of the life-sized mirror in the room.

A person beaten into a pig’s head really has no charm to speak of.

Gu Chenzhou squatted down, directly grabbed He Hailou’s chin to make him face the mirror straight on, and sneered, “Look at yourself, what do you look like? What kind of thing are you? Are you even worthy of me fucking you?”

Actually, this exposed Gu Chenzhou’s weakness of not really knowing how to curse. This might not matter usually, after all, Gu Chenzhou’s style had always been crisp and efficient; but when he couldn’t be crisp and efficient, and the object was He Hailou with his psychopath scum attributes, this was really a… fatal weakness.

He Hailou glanced at the mirror, indicating that the other’s attack power didn’t even break his defense shield: “If you weren’t so direct, we could have played more interestingly.”

…I don’t want to play more interestingly at all! Gu Chenzhou was so angry that he pinched bruises onto He Hailou’s chin. He looked at He Hailou and said word by word: “How are you better than a dog? Even if I went to fuck a dog, I wouldn’t fuck you, this—” He couldn’t think of how to describe He Hailou for a moment, but right at this juncture, he suddenly felt the body under his hand tremble, and then he smelled a faint musky scent, and heard the other’s panting…

Gu Chenzhou looked at He Hailou.

He Hailou also looked at Gu Chenzhou.

Several beats slow, Gu Chenzhou finally realized what had happened: right in front of him, right after he said a sentence, He Hailou came… Gu Chenzhou stared blankly at He Hailou, even forgetting to let go of his hand.

He Hailou was also still looking at Gu Chenzhou, waiting for his reaction. But a few seconds later, he suddenly burst out laughing: the person squatting in front of him looking at him, his expression had cracked!

Time paced unhurriedly. Amidst the ticking of the second hand, the old day was turned over, and a new day had just arrived.

Below He Hailou’s house, three men who had obviously served in the army sat in a military vehicle.

“Has Young Master Gu sent a message?” The driver asked.

“Not yet.” The person in the passenger seat answered simply.

“How long left?” The driver asked.

“Three minutes left.”

Three minutes to half an hour. Once half an hour is up, if there are no new orders, they will rush in directly.

“Prepare.” The driver had just said one word when his tensed arms and back suddenly relaxed. “Alright, mission cancelled, Young Master Gu is out.”

No one answered him, but slight sounds of steel clashing suddenly rang out in the carriage, and the driver himself quietly put away the iron lump tucked at his waist.

Orange streetlights illuminated the silent street. At midnight, there were no pedestrians on the road outside this residential area, leaving only Gu Chenzhou walking alone from inside the residential area to the outside, dragging a long black shadow under his feet.

Arriving in front of the military vehicle, Gu Chenzhou spoke first: “It’s fine now. Sorry to trouble you brothers to come out in the middle of the night. I’ll host a meal another day, bringing Young Master Wei along, and we can have a casual meal together.”

This was actually polite talk. “Another day when free” was already half up in the air, and mentioning bringing Wei Xiangjin along—Wei Xiangjin was currently in the military department, when would he be free?

Of course, not to mention these people hadn’t done anything now, even if they had, given Gu Chenzhou’s status, even if this meal was really served, they might not be able to eat it.

But hearing Gu Chenzhou’s words, no one in the car was dissatisfied. Why? Because Gu Chenzhou being willing to say this meant he affirmed their work and remembered them. As the saying goes, a soldier who doesn’t want to be a general isn’t a good soldier. In fact, third-generation officials like Gu Chenzhou were flattered wherever they went. Ultimately, those who flattered them hoped to use the third generation to get familiar with and build relationships with powerful leaders, or at least not offend them, so that when an opportunity arose in the future, they would be favorably regarded by their superiors.

“Young Master Gu is too polite, this is all what we should do. Young Master Wei has also always looked after us to follow Young Master Gu well, and he specifically instructed us before going to the army this time.” The one answering Gu Chenzhou was the driver. He was very observant. Hearing Gu Chenzhou mention Wei Xiangjin as soon as he opened his mouth, he understood how to respond: With the Gu family’s power, even if not in the military, as the Organization Minister in charge of promotions and transfers for the entire central government, would there be any problem promoting one or two low-level members? But the other party brought up Wei Xiangjin, obviously reminding them not to stand on the wrong side.

Combined with Wei Xiangjin’s instructions before he left—these two were really close brothers.

The driver muttered in his heart, his favorability towards Gu Chenzhou rising significantly—people from the army naturally felt a kinship with this kind of brotherhood. He saw that Gu Chenzhou didn’t seem to have driven over, and said attentively:

“Young Master Gu, shall we drive you back? It’s hard to hail a taxi in the middle of the night.”

Gu Chenzhou nodded slightly. The soldier in the passenger seat quickly got out and gave up his seat to Gu Chenzhou.

“To Tianxiang Mountain.” Gu Chenzhou got in the car, gave the instruction, and closed his eyes to rest.

Those from the army’s driver squad had excellent driving skills. The car drove almost without changing speed all the way to Gu Chenzhou’s small courtyard at the foot of Tianxiang Mountain.

Gu Chenzhou got out of the car, waved to the people inside, didn’t say anything, and went in.

“He’s really putting on airs.” After Gu Chenzhou left, a person sitting in the corner of the car muttered softly.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and recognized the speaker as someone who had just come out of the army. He skillfully started the car and laughed: “You’re inexperienced, this is called putting on airs?”

Another person sitting in the back seat said: “Actually, Young Master Gu does put on airs, but following him is trouble-free. This young master is quite low-key. It’s just that if he has nothing to do, we have nothing to do either, sigh…”

“You’re talking nonsense,” the driver said, “Isn’t having nothing to do the best thing? If you followed those few,” he mentioned several names, “sneaking around to pick up mistresses or beating up their men, then you’d know what it’s like to vomit blood.”

The carload of people drove away chatting.

And Gu Chenzhou, who returned to the Tianxiang Mountain courtyard, really couldn’t put on airs this time. As soon as he entered the room, he rushed into the bathroom, stripped off all his clothes, and washed his body vigorously under the shower head. He applied shower gel again and again, scrubbing with a bath ball until his skin turned red. If he hadn’t retained some reason, Gu Chenzhou would have almost picked up the brush for scrubbing clothes…

In short, finally, when he walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, covered in tiny blood scratches, he threw himself into the dark study and buried his head deeply in his palms.

What on earth is wrong with this world?

It’s too unscientific… Did I have a nightmare… There was clearly nothing… Why do I feel like I…

Gu Chenzhou tried his best to dispel the thought in his mind, but this thought seemed to be blessed with some special halo, emerging unusually clearly in his mind:

Was raped…