Trouble for Him

It was already past midnight.

Wan Ying picked Bian He up from the floor.

"Shower and sleep. You're filthy, and you reek of barbecue."

Bian He clung to him with both hands and feet, refusing to let go. "Master, shower with me."

After blow-drying his hair.

Wan Ying looked at Little Treasure, curled up into a ball.

He was wrapped tightly in the blanket.

It was only a shower. Was there really that much to be embarrassed about?

"Were you unhappy? I thought you said in the car..."

"If you don't like it, then forget it from now on."

Wan Ying said deliberately.

Bian He, who had covered his head, immediately poked it out to refute him. "No."

He reached out and pinched Bian He's nose. "You like it, yet you hide away shyly and ignore me. What about you? Do you like me?"

The implication was obvious.

Little Bian He lowered his eyes, seemingly too afraid to look at him. Blushing, he nodded. "I do."

The moment the words left his mouth, he suddenly threw himself at Wan Ying while hugging the blanket.

"I like you very, very much... Can we...?"

Wan Ying instinctively protected Bian He, afraid he would fall off the bed.

After pouncing on him several times, perhaps he had gotten used to being pinned down.

He did not feel that anything was wrong at all.

After thinking it over carefully, Wan Ying refused with a straight face. "No."

He really had been born the wrong gender.

The instant he heard the refusal, Bian He wilted like an eggplant struck by frost and buried himself in Wan Ying's arms.

"But I like you."

"Didn't you go to school? Or do you want to become a little stupid dog?"

One sentence killed the thought with precision.

So no matter what identity he had, he was afraid of those words.

Bian He frantically shook his head and climbed off him. "No, no. That's too scary. I want to be a very capable man."

Wan Ying nodded in agreement. "You already are."

After all that fooling around.

Past one in the morning, the two fell asleep in each other's arms.

The room was very quiet, without the faintest sound.

They had both fallen completely asleep.

With a click, the bedroom door opened.

Bian He changed into a black tracksuit and went out, his entire body concealed by darkness.

Walking down the street.

He raised a hand and pressed down the brim of his cap, hiding half his face.

He walked all the way to the end of the street and entered a password at a storage locker.

He took out ten tubes of suppressant, wrapped in a piece of white cloth.

Bian He weighed them in his hand, his face full of disdain. "I came all this way, and you only prepared this much for me. You're delaying me from sleeping with Master."

He tucked the suppressants into his pocket and quickened his pace back.

Instead of going home, he arrived at a private club.

A doorman stepped forward to stop him. "Hello, sorry, sir, we're not open to the public at the moment..."

Bian He took out a card, and the doorman immediately fell silent.

"Right this way, sir."

There was no more unnecessary talk.

Bian He pushed open the private room door, sat inside, and waited for his prey to come to him.

Less than a minute later, the door was pushed open. Disappointingly, it was not the person he was looking for.

"Sir, you absolutely cannot act recklessly again. You already caused quite a bit of trouble last time, and people from above have been coming down to investigate."

The manager reminded him in a trembling, terrified voice.

Bian He leaned against the sofa, idly playing with a gold card between his fingertips. "If you people didn't cause trouble for me, I wouldn't do these things."

If those bastards had even a shred of humanity and did not cause trouble for him, why would he waste time that he could have spent sleeping with Wan Ying just to make this trip?

Did they really think he had nothing better to do?

"I won't make things difficult for you. Just give me a little information about those people."

Everyone who hurt Wan Ying deserved to die.

In the basement.

A loud bang rang out.

It was mixed with a cry of pain.

Bian He kicked an Alpha's ribs apart and stomped him beneath his foot. "You really know how to cause trouble for me."

Did he think Bian He was easy to talk to?

The man on the ground spat blood, trembling all over. "Captain, I really know I was wrong. Spare my life. I definitely won't dare do it again..."

Bian He raised a brow, a faint smile curving his lips. "Again? Do you think you'll live until tomorrow?"

Betraying his teammates, selling information to the enemy camp, stealing confidential documents, and absconding with money from the funds vault.

Releasing information and manipulating things behind the scenes, pushing his people to the brink of danger.

Every single thing he had done was enough to warrant the judgment of the law.

Bian He's thin lips curved slightly as he pressed his foot down harder. "I hate trouble most. Do you think I'm so free that I have time to help deal with this mess?"

The man on the ground coughed and spat out another pool of blood, lying on the floor and groaning.

Bian He withdrew his foot and dusted off his pants. "Someone, throw him out and hang him up. Let's see who still dares to betray me without giving up."

Recently, staying by Wan Ying's side had even softened his temperament. He had become too easy to talk to, allowing these people to push their luck.

He was busy every day, busy doing all sorts of things.

Why did these people have to keep making trouble for him one after another? Couldn't they just let him have some peace?

Bian He picked up the unopened bottle of liquor on the table.

With a bang, the cork dropped into the trash can.

Once a problem was resolved, naturally it called for a celebration.

A glass of liquor would warm his stomach.

He had already been out for over two hours. What if Wan Ying woke up and could not find him? He should hurry back.

Bian He got up and left.

He needed to find something for Wan Ying to do, so those filthy people could experience just how ruthless his methods were.

When he returned home.

The door was slightly ajar.

Bian He gently pushed it open, took off his clothes, and put them in a separate cabinet.

He had only worn them once, so they were not that dirty.

The mint-scented pheromones in the room were very comforting.

They were just right for refreshing his mind.

Bian He moved quietly, pulled up the blanket, and waited for his body to warm up a little before cautiously testing the waters.

He lifted one corner of the blanket and waited silently for several seconds.

Once he was sure Wan Ying had not woken up.

He wrapped the man in his arms. Perhaps the alcohol was getting to him, because he drifted off sleepily.

Wan Ying opened his eyes and looked at Little Treasure, whose body was giving off a chill.

What had he gone out to do instead of sleeping so late at night?

His instincts last time had not been wrong.

Little Bian He had too many secrets. He seemed to have been hiding things from him all along.

Bian He had better not let him discover anything bad, or he would personally end Puppy's life.

Stealing confidential information... There had indeed been a difficult case recently, and its timing matched Bian He's appearance.

There were too many coincidences. It had to have been deliberately arranged.

What was the purpose? To obtain information from him, or to make him soften his heart for the person in his arms?

The underground organization was too dark.

Once he touched this case, it would inevitably implicate many people in the open.

If he touched the capitalists' cake, he would definitely be suppressed.

What was the law? This was not a place beyond the law.

If he gave up investigating because of fear, then what was the point of studying law?

If those above wanted to target him, they could use countless reasons and countless methods.

The cake was too big. It would implicate too many people.

And what about the seemingly obedient Little Treasure in front of him? Which side was he really on?

Was he standing against him, or would he walk beside him?