Be good, I'll hear your excuses

What marital duties?

Did he mean the kind where two husbands stripped naked, lay in bed, and did this and that, then that and this?

Wait, aside from their first time, all the original owner and Fu Sichen had after that were live-flaying duties, not bedroom duties!

Xu Chao was baffled and stumped. Before he could figure it out, an arm wrapped around his waist again. Feeling the man's scorching-hot chest, Xu Chao's mind descended into chaos.

Stay calm, stay calm!

According to CEO novel conventions, every domineering CEO had a rebellious streak and an innate love of challenges. The more you told them not to do something, the more they wanted to do it!

So the best way out of this situation was-fucking go for it!

Xu Chao had always been a man of action. Once he thought of something, he did it.

Without hesitation, he raised his arms and wildly yanked off his shirt, revealing his fair, smooth chest.

And that wasn't all. He lifted an arm with a flourish and waved his white T-shirt around.

He stared at Fu Sichen with blazing eyes, his gaze burning hot. His brief declaration brimmed with unyielding force.

"Marital duties. Bring it on!"

Fu Sichen: "..."

The butler and servants: "..."

Even Fu Sichen, usually so calm and restrained, nearly lost his composure. He stared at the white T-shirt fluttering overhead, his eyes going a little blank.

Seeing this, a hint of amusement appeared in Xu Chao's eyes. Ha, not so brave now, are you?

He was still feeling smug when he heard a low chuckle rise from the man's throat.

Still laughing!

Had Master Xu Chao's wild abandon scared you out of your wits?

Xu Chao was just about to pounce when a gust of cold wind blew over his bare little body, making him sneeze.

No longer concerned with striking poses, Xu Chao hurriedly wrapped his shirt around himself. With his reddened nose, he looked like a pitiful little thing.

Fu Sichen was about to step forward and gather him tightly into his arms, knead him into his very flesh and blood, hold him, protect him, and warm him.

But his expression suddenly changed, and he snapped quietly, "Get inside!"

Startled, Xu Chao didn't dare fool around anymore. He gave a soft, meek "Okay" and ran into the house.

Just as the young man turned away, the man's chest shook with a suppressed cough. A drop of bright red blood seeped from the corner of his tightly pressed lips.

The butler's expression changed dramatically. "Young master, are you-"

"Shut up." Those two hoarse, icy words cut off all concern and worry.

He stared unblinkingly at the young man's slender back, a sickly obsession and the utmost delight held back within his pitch-black eyes.

After a long while, his bloodstained lips lifted slightly into an eerie curve.

Soft and gentle.

Desperately, lingeringly intimate.

"Welcome home, wifey."

Xu Chao stepped into the villa, which exuded wealth everywhere, and pursed his lips, marveling at how extravagantly rich people lived!

Then he immediately ran to the bedroom, following the description in the original novel.

The door clicked shut, and he finally felt safe.

How strange. Fu Sichen clearly wasn't interested in the original owner, so what had that whole performance today been about?

Yet when he saw the breathtakingly handsome face in the mirror, flawless from every angle, all his confusion found its answer!

What the hell!

That face looked exactly like his!

The author had been right. The original owner might have been stupid, but he really was beautiful!

Hehe, that explained why Fu Sichen wanted to snuggle up to him on sight. What man wouldn't lose his head over this face!

But then something suddenly occurred to him!

To help Lou Jun steal business secrets, the original owner had stripped naked and tried to seduce Fu Sichen, only to be thrown mercilessly off the bed. Fu Sichen had even said that face didn't stir the slightest sexual interest in him.

This waist, these hips, these legs...

This tender, luscious body, just begging to be plucked...

And Fu Sichen wasn't interested? That tasteless bastard!

Xu Chao flew into a rage and started losing his mind.

"I'm this handsome, with a body this great, and you still don't want to fuck me? Fu Sichen, are you impotent? Impotent? Aaaah!"

Out in the hallway, Fu Sichen paused in the act of opening the door next door.

The butler beside him wanted to laugh but couldn't, turning his old face yellow with the effort of holding it in.

Only after a long while did he cough awkwardly and ask, "Young master, how long do you plan to stay in the country this time?"

Usually, Fu Sichen only returned for a few days at the end of the year to celebrate the New Year. With his sudden return this time, the butler thought something had happened and had come specifically to ask.

Fu Sichen answered mildly, "Long-term."

The butler looked up in astonishment, just in time to see the man's gaze fall on the door next door, his eyes inky black, morbidly obsessive.

The next day.

Xu Chao groggily got up and washed, then headed downstairs for breakfast, full of energy.

What did breakfast in a wealthy household look like?

Would an entire table be covered in all sorts of specialty breakfast dishes, just as novels described?

Or would the servants deliberately make things difficult and humiliate him with leftovers?

With those thoughts in mind, he walked into the dining room and saw plates of shrimp dumplings, beef brisket, bitter melon rolls, coconut balls, lotus paste buns, and sampan congee, among other things. It was exquisite and plentiful without being overly extravagant.

Very pleased, Xu Chao pattered over and happily enjoyed the food.

The butler asked from beside him, "Young madam, is breakfast to your liking?"

Xu Chao's eyes curved as he mumbled a couple of affirmative sounds, then asked, "Mr. Butler, where's Young Master Fu?"

The butler answered carefully, "The young master will be going abroad shortly to attend to urgent business. Right now..."

The moment Xu Chao heard "going abroad," he relaxed. Thank goodness, thank goodness. The original plot was still progressing normally.

Suddenly, a phone rang.

Xu Chao glanced at the saved contact name: Chen Old Dog.

Uh, his manager, Chen Chong.

The original owner had devoted his whole heart to Lou Jun and had no career ambition whatsoever. But Chen Chong had always kept him on a tight leash, constantly forcing him to study and hone his acting skills, forbidding him from throwing himself at someone as a lovesick doormat!

The original owner had been sick to death of him!!!

Still, Chen Chong had genuinely treated the original owner well. After he went to prison, Chen Chong had been the only person to hire a lawyer to get him out.

At that thought, Xu Chao couldn't help smiling a little, his voice gentle and polite. "Hello."

"Hello, my ass! Did a donkey kick you in the head? What the hell were you doing losing your mind last night? If you want to die, just say so. I'll shoot you myself and save you the trouble of causing problems for me all day!"

The man on the other end unleashed a furious barrage.

Xu Chao couldn't help it. His nimble little mouth snapped right back.

"Chen Old Dog, are you acting so cocky because you think the animal protection association has your back, so you've got nothing to fear?"

An eerie half second of silence came from the other end. "What did you call me?"

Crap. He'd accidentally slipped into the original owner's emotions.

"Dog Bro-no, I mean, Brother Chen, hear out my excuses!"

Chen Chong ground his teeth. "Cut the crap. Confess. What stupid thing did you sneak off and do yesterday?"

When he had transmigrated last night, it had been around nine. Out of the day's twenty-four hours, he'd only occupied three. The original owner had lived the other twenty-one.

So of course any stupid things had been done by the original owner.

Xu Chao was therefore calm as hell, with enough leisure to put the other guy down while boosting himself.

"Then was then, now is now. Whatever stupid thing yesterday's little dumbass did has nothing to do with today's little cutie, okay?"

"O-fucking-kay, my ass. Then go ahead and explain yourself. What did 'big dick, great in bed' mean? What did 'performing sex' mean? And what did 'hubby, my widdle waist hurts' mean?"

Holy fucking shit!

Dead memories launched a frenzied attack on him.

Xu Chao nearly spat out his mouthful of fresh milk.

But even more fatal was the low, coldly magnetic voice that suddenly sounded behind him. "Oh? I'm curious too."

As though struck by lightning, Xu Chao turned his head tremblingly and met the man's dark eyes, which held the hint of a smile.

D-d-done for!

Panic covered Xu Chao's pretty little face. He blinked his almond-shaped eyes pitifully and ventured, "If I said I didn't do it on purpose, would you believe me?"

Fu Sichen curled his lips without speaking.

His manager on the other end of the phone, however, sneered. "What, did I say 'big dick, great in bed' for you? Did I push you into having sex? Did I force you to act like a slut?"

Every single word!

Roasting him over the fire!

No, he refused to accept his fate. He had to save himself!

Brave Chaochao feared no hardship!

Xu Chao flung his phone aside, then smoothly dropped to his knees-oh no, sat down-beside Fu Sichen's feet, his little voice lilting and drawn out. "Boss~ I was wrong~"

Fu Sichen lowered his eyes to the young man's feigned pitiful expression. His brow rose slightly, and he spoke unhurriedly. "Be good. I'll hear your excuses."

Xu Chao choked. His eyes darted around twice, then he clapped his hands. Got it!