Chapter 47#

“If you dare to die, I’ll dare to fuck your corpse.” Chapter Number: 728896y#

Dinner had a harmonious atmosphere. The Yang family didn’t have any rule about not speaking during meals, so they chatted and laughed the whole time. They pulled Rong Yu aside and asked him all sorts of questions—whether he was doing well in the capital, whether Rong Xiuyong had been giving him a hard time.

They also asked if he had enough money, saying that when he returned, they’d pack him a few more boxes of land deeds and titles so he could just squander them as he pleased.

Whenever someone happened to mention Madam Bai or Rong Yue, the Yang family members would all look disgusted and change the subject.

In comparison, a small household like the Bai family was nothing but riffraff in their eyes, unfit to appear on any formal occasion, hardly worth wasting breath on.

This was Rong Yu’s first time eating with so many people, and he’d thought he might not be used to it. To his surprise, it was extremely comfortable—except for the fact that the old lady had forced him to drink a huge bowl of chicken soup, leaving him uncomfortably full.

And then there was Chu Tan, who’d been staring at him from behind the entire time, his gaze dark and sinister. Every time his cousin gave him a piece of food, Chu Tan’s face darkened another shade, looking absolutely terrible.

Rong Yu wanted to sigh helplessly.

After dinner, they returned to the courtyard, and Rong Yu finally dropped his fake smile.

He looked at Chu Tan, his tone flat. “Who exactly are you sulking at with that face?”

Chu Tan’s dark eyes stared heavily at Rong Yu, lips pressed together in silence.

Rong Yu curled his lips coldly, turned his head away and refused to look at him again. He said to Mo Shu, “Mo Shu, I want to bathe.”

Mo Shu nodded and went outside to call for water. In no time, two servants came in carrying hot water and filled the bathtub behind the screen.

Mo Shu was pushing Rong Yu over when Chu Tan suddenly blocked their path. “I’ll do it.”

Mo Shu blinked and looked down at Rong Yu for instruction. “Young master?”

“I told you to push me to bathe—can’t you hear?” Rong Yu’s voice was icy, clearly about to lose his temper. Mo Shu didn’t dare delay; he reached out and shoved Chu Tan, but Chu Tan didn’t budge an inch.

Mo Shu frowned. “Move aside.”

Chu Tan stood as immovable as a statue, jaw clenched so tight the line of it looked sharp enough to cut. His pale, thin lips pressed into a straight line, and his pitch-black eyes stared intently at Rong Yu, his expression looking utterly obsessive.

They held the standoff for a moment before Rong Yu let out a cold laugh. “You’re already giving me that look, and you think I’d still dare order you around?”

Chu Tan’s tone was stiff. “I’m not.”

“Not?” Rong Yu suddenly reached out, grabbed Chu Tan by the collar, and yanked him down until they were face to face. Through gritted teeth, he said, “Go look at yourself in a mirror. Anyone who saw you would think I was already dead!”

Chu Tan’s brow twitched. Rong Yu shoved him away hard and said coldly, “Mo Shu!”

“Yes, young master.” Mo Shu pushed the wheelchair, trying to go around Chu Tan. But unexpectedly, Chu Tan grabbed Mo Shu and tossed him out of the room, slamming the door shut with a bang.

Mo Shu scrambled up, dumbfounded. “Chu Tan! You’ve lost your mind!”

No one answered from inside. Mo Shu pounded on the door anxiously. “Do you think this is the capital? If you dare do anything to the young master, I’ll go find the old lady, the first master, the second master—you won’t get away with it!”

The commotion was loud, but fortunately Rong Yu had already told the old lady he didn’t like too many servants around, so she’d only arranged for two rough-duty servants outside. In the room, there were just the three of them.

The door was pulled open from the inside. Mo Shu’s hand was still frozen mid-air as he suddenly met Chu Tan’s icy, sinister gaze.

“Go ahead.” Chu Tan’s tone was eerily calm, as if stating the most ordinary fact. “I’ll make sure you never see him again.”

Mo Shu was startled by the cold cruelty in his eyes and instinctively looked toward Rong Yu inside the room. Rong Yu’s expression was indifferent; he gave Mo Shu a slight shake of his head.

The door shut tight again, and Mo Shu paced anxiously outside.

Inside, however, was dead silent—so silent that even breaths and heartbeats were unusually distinct.

The two stared at each other in silence. One sat, one stood. One indifferent, one cold and sinister. Neither was willing to yield, both stubbornly trying to dominate the other, until even the air around them seemed to freeze solid.

It was suffocatingly oppressive.

Smack— A sharp, crisp sound broke the tense atmosphere.

Rong Yu’s arm lowered from its height. Chu Tan’s face was turned to one side, a strand of hair falling messily across it, and a faint red handprint quickly surfaced on his cheek.

“Mo Shu is on the same level as you. How dare you throw him out?” Rong Yu’s voice was frigid, as if laced with ice.

Chu Tan’s eyelid trembled. “Mo Shu, Yang Huaiye, Yang Huaijin, Yang Huaishen, Yang Qingling—so many people all crowding around you. They all want to take you from me.”

The words were utterly nonsensical. Rong Yu furrowed his brow. “Mo Shu is my milk brother who’s served me since I was little. The others are my cousins. What exactly are you jealous of?”

The moment the words left his mouth, Rong Yu belatedly realized that in ancient times, marriage between cousins was a completely normal thing. It was his modern mindset that made him see it all as ordinary.

Which meant Chu Tan’s jealousy wasn’t entirely without reason.

Rong Yu looked at Chu Tan, and Chu Tan looked back at him with lowered eyes.

“They all have their status. So what about me? What am I to you?”

Rong Yu’s heart trembled, a flicker of disturbance passing through his eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed once, and in an instant, he returned to his usual arrogance, saying flatly, “You’re a servant. You’re my dog.”

Chu Tan’s black pupils, hidden beneath his long lashes, were like two cold, silent, bottomless wells. Turbulent, intense emotions surged within them before eventually sinking back into stillness.

He lifted Rong Yu by the waist, but instead of heading behind the screen, he made straight for the four-poster bed draped in pink gauze curtains.

Rong Yu was tossed onto the bed. A sense of foreboding rose in his chest, and he glared, cursing, “What the hell are you trying to do now?”

Chu Tan’s eyes were half-lidded. Without a word, he stripped off his clothes, then expressionlessly climbed onto the bed. His aggressively masculine body loomed over Rong Yu, radiating a scorching, dangerous aura that flooded over him in waves.

He said, one word at a time, “Fuck. You.”

“You’re fucking insane!”

No matter how much Rong Yu struggled, he couldn’t resist Chu Tan’s strength. The other man used just one hand to effortlessly pin him down while the other tore his clothes to shreds.

Rong Yu was both humiliated and furious, flames of rage leaping higher and higher. He snarled, “Chu Tan, this is rape! How dare you force me!”

Chu Tan still kept his lips pressed together, not making a sound. He stripped Rong Yu completely bare, tossed him naked into the bedding, then pressed down on top of him and kissed him, gnawing messily at his neck and ears.

Rong Yu’s breathing grew rapid, and he coughed in anger. “Chu Tan, don’t you dare! If you rape me, I’ll kill myself!”

As if some word had pierced his nerves, Chu Tan paused mid-motion and opened his eyes to look at Rong Yu.

His jaw muscles bulged, veins stood out on his neck, and from his pitch-black pupils erupted a cold madness and sinister ferocity. “If you dare to die, I’ll dare to fuck your corpse.”

“You’re insane!” Rong Yu couldn’t believe it. His chest heaved violently, like a broken bellows, letting out ragged gasps. “What the hell are you having a fit about?!”

The young man’s face was deathly pale, but his peach-blossom eyes were startlingly vivid, the rims red. Tears from his coughing dampened his lashes, lending him an inexplicably wronged air.

Chu Tan stared at him blankly, then raised a hand to touch his damp eyes. The coolness clinging to his fingertips made all the spikes and ferocity that had bristled across his body deflate like a punctured ball.

He fetched the tea set on the small table beside the bed and handed it to Rong Yu.

Rong Yu showed no appreciation whatsoever. He knocked it straight to the floor, then whipped his hand around and delivered another resounding slap to Chu Tan’s face. Between coughs, he said, “Get out!”

Rong Yu had used considerable force, and both slaps had landed on the same side. Chu Tan’s face immediately swelled red, looking rather ridiculous.

But instead of leaving, Chu Tan hugged Rong Yu and refused to let go.

His originally fierce and sinister expression had shifted to one of meek submission. Silently, he buried his face into the crook of Rong Yu’s neck. The young man was tall and long-limbed, his build large—and held in his arms, Rong Yu seemed almost petite by comparison, wrapped up so tightly not a breath of air could get through.

“Mad dog, bad dog, stupid dog!” Rong Yu couldn’t break free, so he pounded on him while cursing. “Disobedient, biting people—I’ll sell your contract to the Nanfeng House! Let you do nothing all day but bite people and go into heat! Don’t you have a brain? I only come to Yangzhou once a year. If I actually had any intentions toward them, it wouldn’t even be your turn?!”

Chu Tan’s head snapped up. He wanted to say that they have intentions toward you, but the words reached his lips and were swallowed back down.

No. He couldn’t say it. Rong Yu didn’t know anything right now, and if he told him, Rong Yu would keep it in mind, and that would be even worse.

Chu Tan fell silent again.

“Annoying! Get lost! I want to bathe!” Rong Yu shoved at him hard.

The water had already gone somewhat lukewarm. Chu Tan threw on some clothes and went out. Mo Shu was pacing anxiously in front of the door.

Seeing the door open, he rushed forward in a single stride and glared at Chu Tan. “Where’s the young master?”

Chu Tan’s robes hung open, revealing a broad expanse of chest. He said flatly, “Have someone bring two buckets of hot water.”

Then—bang—he shut the door again. Mo Shu stumbled back two steps, scratching his nose in confusion. Once he figured it out, he was stunned.

That actually worked? He’d thought they were going to fight, but instead they’d ended up in bed again?

Still, remembering the bright red handprint on Chu Tan’s left cheek he’d just seen, Mo Shu breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed the young master hadn’t come out on the losing end.

After refilling the tub with hot water and testing the temperature, Chu Tan lowered Rong Yu into it, then stepped in himself.

Rong Yu frowned at him, annoyed. “What are you getting in for?”

“I’m bathing too.”

Rong Yu was almost too exasperated by Chu Tan’s shamelessness to stay angry. He simply stopped looking at him, leaned against the edge of the tub, and closed his eyes to rest.

But before long, something strange stirred between his legs. His eyes flew open, and he realized he could no longer see Chu Tan above the water—only a shadow moving beneath the surface.

Because the pervert was underwater, mouthing his cock!

“Chu Tan, you’re in heat again!” Rong Yu reached down to drag him up, but his wrist was seized and held fast. His cock was also sucked hard, and his waist immediately went weak.

Rong Yu leaned against the tub, gasping. He could feel his cock being licked slowly by a scorching tongue, the glans carefully sucked and teased, the slick fluid seeping from the slit drawn away. That agile tongue tip even stabbed and prodded at the opening, bringing a uniquely exquisite pleasure.

The pleasure was prolonged, warm, and strangely gentle. It began at his cock and gradually spread through his entire body, every inch of sensation being stirred awake, like sparks setting his blood alight with the scorching heat of lust.

The hole beneath his cock also began to grow damp with moisture. The knowing cunt clenched wantonly, and when the familiar thick cock didn’t arrive, it instead drew some hot water inside.

This strange, unfamiliar sensation made Rong Yu let out an involuntary moan. He pressed his thighs together, trying to force the water out, but only ended up clamping down on Chu Tan’s head.

Chu Tan reached a hand down, his fingertips teasing at the slit for a moment before spreading open the slick inner lips. Using the lubricating juices, he slid in with perfect smoothness.

The sudden stimulation made Rong Yu shudder all over. His waist tensed slightly, his slender neck arching back. He let out a sharp gasp and came in Chu Tan’s mouth.

Splash—

Chu Tan surfaced from the water and, right in front of Rong Yu, swallowed the semen he’d held in his mouth, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Rong Yu gave him a sideways glare. “Filthy.”

Chu Tan’s actions were filthy, but so were his eyes. Those narrow eyes were pitch-black and gleaming, filled with wildness, fixed straight on Rong Yu, with an indescribable heat churning in their depths.

His two fingers were still buried in the hole, pumping back and forth. His long, distinct knuckles scraped against the flesh walls, his fingertips scraping over the fine wrinkles of the inner flesh, probing deeper inch by inch, while his thumb gently rubbed at the clitoris above the slit.

The pleasure continued climbing, like an electric current passing through his body—numbing and tingling. Rong Yu half-closed his eyes, red lips parted, letting out hot, damp breaths.

Chu Tan lowered his head and sealed that beautiful diamond-shaped mouth with a kiss. The tongue that had just been sucking Rong Yu off invaded and plundered his mouth like a robber, tangling with his tongue and sucking.

Rong Yu could even taste a hint of fishiness—the taste of his own semen.

He turned his face away in disgust, trying to dodge the kiss, but Chu Tan forcibly held him still. At the same time, his fingers sped up, thrusting in and out of the hole rapidly, churning the water until it splashed everywhere, droplets flying up from the surface.

“Mnh…” Rong Yu closed his eyes completely, brow slightly furrowed, a flush of arousal spreading beneath his eyes, as bewitchingly gorgeous as if painted with rouge.

That was the moment Chu Tan entered his body.

The scorching cock was more than three times thicker than his fingers, instantly stretching the passage to its limit as it drove straight into the deepest part of the flower cave.

By his ear was Rong Yu’s lustful moan—sweet, flirtatious, as if he were fully immersed in it. Chu Tan gazed at his wanton, gorgeous face and moved the kiss to the center of his brow.

“I am not your servant.” Chu Tan’s voice was hoarse.

“I am your husband. Your man. The only one you can love forever and ever.”

He lifted Rong Yu up, hooked his legs around his waist, and pressed him against the tub, fucking him with fierce, relentless strokes. Water splashed up again and again, then cascaded down along the rise and fall of his back muscles.

His gaze was ferocious, like an untamable, obsessive wolf. Every time his thick root drove into the passage, it was as if he were driving his own heart into Rong Yu’s body with it.

Telling the other person plainly and clearly of his possession, his longing, and his fierce, direct feelings.

But at that moment, his taut shoulders were wrapped in a pair of soft arms, and Rong Yu’s slightly hoarse voice sounded by his ear.

Its tone carried the young master’s usual arrogance and pride—yet somehow, it was also different.

——“Greedy, wicked dog.”

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