Chapter 59#

Jiang Qin had known for a very long time that there were certain phrases that were taboo to Jin Yan—words that, once spoken, would lead to all kinds of irreparable consequences.

For example: “Have you put on weight lately?”

Jin Yan would immediately sprint to the gym and work out nonstop for three days and three nights. During that time, he would tearfully declare that he was being嫌弃, that his wife was about to cheat on him, sobbing while lifting dumbbells—until Jiang Qin personally went to the gym to drag him back home.

Another example: “I want to lose weight.”

Jin Yan would turn pale with shock, rush into the kitchen, and cook a whole table of dishes, forcing Jiang Qin to swallow them like chewing wax. Then he’d cling to him like sticky candy, pressing him down and forbidding him to exercise or move at all—until every bit of food had turned into calories and fat.

Or: “Look how well Wei Hong treats Duan Hanzhi—he does whatever he’s told.”

That was like telling a rebellious teenager, “Look at how well-behaved other people’s kids are.” It would instantly stimulate the rebellious streak at the back of Jin Yan’s head, provoking all kinds of incomprehensible acts of spite, including secretly wiping his feet with Jiang Qin’s face towel, calling Wei Hong in the dead of night with a creepy voice to remind him to get up and pee, or suddenly squatting down in the middle of the street and refusing to get up unless Jiang Qin came over to coax and pull him.

As for lines like “The delivery guy downstairs is really handsome,” “A new pretty woman joined the firm,” or “You hurt me too much last night, don’t sleep in bed tonight”—those were absolutely forbidden. More dangerous than a stick of dynamite with the fuse already lit.

For years, Jiang Qin had carefully avoided all these minefields, and things had mostly stayed peaceful. Until today—when he discovered that there was yet another phrase that absolutely could not be said.

One even more powerful than a nuclear warhead.

That phrase was—

“I really missed you.”

The moment those words left his mouth, Jin Yan immediately went into heat like he’d taken an aphrodisiac. He didn’t even let Jiang Qin sit on the couch, pressing him down onto the living room carpet and taking him hard once. Since they hadn’t released in a long time, neither of them lasted very long—but Jin Yan’s ferocious expression still frightened Jiang Qin. Trembling, he kept kissing him, trying to make him move more gently.

It didn’t work.

Before Jiang Qin could even catch his breath, Jin Yan hauled him into the bedroom and threw him onto the big bed, then crushed his whole body down on top of him.

That weight nearly sent Jiang Qin’s soul flying out of his body. After the blackness in front of his eyes finally faded, he gasped and begged, “Y-you… be gentler…”

While thrusting, Jin Yan growled hoarsely, “Did you miss your man? Huh? Where did you miss me?”

“You bastard… slower… ah—!”

“Here?” Jin Yan lewdly slid his hand along his inner thigh, then maliciously toyed with him in front. “Or here?”

Jiang Qin felt like crying but no tears came. He realized that Jin Yan had activated his thug mode in bed this time.

Jin Yan had a role-play kink. Once he slipped into villain roles—tyrant, bandit, ruthless landlord—he became especially excited. No matter how many times Jiang Qin beat him, it was useless; the more he hit him, the more energized Jin Yan became. Once, he even went too far and locked Jiang Qin in the bedroom, then forgot to unlock it the next day, which earned him a whole night kneeling on a washboard.

Probably because finishing too quickly the first time hurt Jin Yan’s fragile male pride, the second round went on forever no matter how Jiang Qin begged. Only after a long, broken stretch of time did he finally climax amid Jiang Qin’s collapsed moans. This time was even more intense—Jin Yan’s mind went completely blank at the peak, and only much later did he realize his hands were still gripping Jiang Qin’s waist so tightly that several bloody marks had appeared.

Jiang Qin seemed completely unaware, half-conscious as he slumped against Jin Yan’s chest, his face red enough to drip blood, lips moist and full, looking pitiful in a way that stirred desire.

Jin Yan went berserk again. He scooped Jiang Qin up and carried him into the bathroom, mounting him in the huge jacuzzi bathtub and thrusting until Jiang Qin cried out. The cries, driven by overwhelming pleasure, sounded breathless and inviting. Jin Yan grew dizzy just listening, filled with a cruel, violent urge—wanting nothing more than to bite Jiang Qin to death and eat him piece by piece.

In the end, Jiang Qin lost consciousness completely. If Jin Yan hadn’t held him upright by force, he would’ve collapsed face-first into the water and drowned. Eventually, Jin Yan carried him back to the bed, wrapping around him like an octopus and murmuring a lot of sweet words… unfortunately, Jiang Qin didn’t hear a single one.

He slept deeply. When he woke up the next day, the bedroom was dim. His entire body ached. After a long while, he forced himself to lift his head despite a stiff neck, only to see the floor-to-ceiling curtains tightly drawn, and the bedroom still faintly filled with a lingering, salty smell.

Jiang Qin instantly realized what it was. His face darkened.

“Wife…” Jin Yan snuggled up clingily, nibbling Jiang Qin’s ear and mumbling, “Sleep well? Hungry?”

Only then did Jiang Qin realize he wasn’t hungry at all—despite the fact that his last meal had been yesterday at noon.

Jin Yan said eagerly, “If you’re not hungry, then let your man press you again. Look how well I’ve fed you.” As he spoke, he flipped Jiang Qin over and pinned him down again in seconds.

Jiang Qin had no idea that while he was unconscious, Jin Yan had fed him fish-slice congee—chewed up and spooned into his mouth. All he felt was humiliation and rage as he shoved Jin Yan’s hands away. “Get lost! What did I tell you?!”

Jin Yan knew with his toes that Jiang Qin was angry about how rough he’d been last night—begging endlessly for him to be gentler, yet still getting fucked unconscious. But the essence of thug mode was this: even though I bullied you, I’ll never admit it—and I’ll sweet-talk you back into submission, because I plan to bully you again later.

So Jin Yan immediately leaned in, kissing and licking. “What did you say? Let me think—you said it felt great… said you wanted more… told me to go faster…”

Jiang Qin almost kicked him off the bed, but the moment he lifted his leg, Jin Yan caught it. Staring into those amber eyes full of moisture, he thrust in slowly and forcefully, all the way.

The moment was far too provocative. Jiang Qin nearly cried again, turning his head to avoid eye contact—only for Jin Yan to grab his chin and force him to face him.

“Look how enthusiastic you are…” Jin Yan kissed his wet eyelashes and whispered, “What are you clenching for, huh? If you want to be fucked, just beg me…”

Jiang Qin was so humiliated he almost passed out. Drunk on his own triumph, Jin Yan kissed his way down his beautiful profile to his neck, biting hard several times at his collarbone.

Jiang Qin was born with soft, delicate skin—a pampered rich man’s body. Jin Yan was obsessed with it: great to knead, delicious to lick, and especially at moments like this, intoxicating enough to make him forget his own name.

And that forgetfulness led to disaster.

Without thinking, the big thug blurted out, “With skin this thin and tender, if your man doesn’t gnaw on you, who should?”

Jiang Qin hadn’t even processed it when Jin Yan smugly continued, grinding his teeth. “If I don’t bite you a few more times, should I let that bastard Fang get the advantage instead?”

Jiang Qin: “……”

He froze.

Jin Yan instantly knew he’d fucked up.

They stared at each other in silence for a moment—then Jin Yan panicked, flipped Jiang Qin over, and slammed into him from behind without a second thought. The storm-like assault couldn’t suppress Jiang Qin’s explosive anger; between thrusts, he cursed nonstop:

“Jin—Jin—you bastard! What the fuck are you saying! So this is what you were waiting for—no wonder last night—!”

Jin Yan scrambled to cover his mouth, coaxing frantically. “You didn’t hear that. You heard nothing.”

“Mmph—mmph—!”

“Hey, stop squirming! If you keep moving I’ll cum!”

……

Meanwhile, Li Xiaomeng, wagging his tail and carrying the championship trophy from the Three Kingdoms Tournament, returned home—only to be completely stunned the moment he stepped inside.

The living room was a disaster. Jin Yan was hunched over on the couch, clutching a sofa cushion over his head. Shards littered the floor. Suddenly, a dictionary came spinning out of the bedroom with a bang, bouncing off the cushion and knocking over a vase.

“Divorce!” Jiang Qin’s furious voice rang out. “If you can’t forget Fang Yuan, then go live with him, damn it!”

Jin Yan roared back, “You’re the one who can’t forget him! I get jealous once and this is what I get—ow!”

A magazine slapped into his face. On the cover, a sunny, athletic young guy smiled while playing basketball.

Jin Yan exploded. “Holy shit! You’re hiding magazines with pretty boys on the cover behind my back? Jiang Qin, don’t you think that’s going too far?!”

“Too far my ass! What’s wrong with me reading a basketball magazine?!”

“Who gave you permission to read basketball magazines?! They’re all men!”

“The street is full of men too—why don’t you go commit arson and murder then?!”

“I will!”

Jin Yan puffed up and stood—then quickly threw the cushion behind his head just in time as an alarm clock flew out of the bedroom, knocking him stumbling.

“Jiang—QIN—!” Jin Yan howled. “Are you really trying to kill me?! That clock is solid copper! Kill me so you can go live happily ever after with that Fang bastard, huh—”

Before he could finish, a bottle of Lafite red wine arced beautifully through the air and smashed against the wall, exploding into a spray of red.

“Fuck—!” Jin Yan shouted. “You won’t be satisfied until you smash all the wine in the house, will you?! Smash one more and I’ll—”

“And go to the civil affairs bureau for a divorce?” Jiang Qin stormed out of the bedroom, clutching his glasses. “Right now! I’ll pay the nine yuan!”

Jin Yan froze for a few seconds—then dove headfirst into the couch, burying his head in the cushion like an ostrich. “I’m not going!”

“Get up!”

“Not getting up!”

“Get up!”

“Not getting up!”

“Are we divorcing or not?!”

“Not divorcing!”

“You—”

Jin Yan muttered muffledly, “Whoever divorces is a grandson!”

Jiang Qin was furious beyond words. He reached out to pull Jin Yan, who just wriggled, sticking only his ass out. Even then he wouldn’t shut up, shouting while struggling:

“If we divorce, you’ll go live with Fang Yuan, won’t you?! I’ll go kill him right now! Hey—don’t pull my waistband, the kid’s still here… Jiang Qin! I said no divorce means no divorce! I’m yours in life, and your ghost in death!”

……

Li Xiaomeng quietly backed out and closed the door. Zaxi asked, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Li Meng said. “Just exercising.”

The silly little lamb started biting pant legs again. After thinking for a moment, Li Meng handed the trophy to Zaxi, picked up the lamb, and said, “Let’s go get ice cream. My treat.”

Zaxi replied coolly, “No. I’ll treat you.”

As long as there was ice cream, Li Meng didn’t care who paid. He happily agreed and trotted after Zaxi like a little tail.