The next day, Wen Jiu stared blankly at the ceiling, sucking in breath after breath, feeling as though he was about to split apart.
As a straight man, he desperately wanted to shout, "What the fuck!" to express his shock and fury,
then slap the man beside him awake and demand at the top of his lungs, his face flushed red, "You unfilial brat, what did you do to your daddy?!"
But he couldn't.
The 132 landmines he had stepped on in that domineering CEO novel were more than enough for him to understand his current situation.
Wen Jiu gritted his teeth and held back tears. I hate that I know too much.
He couldn't suppress a sniffle as he tried to rescue himself from the man's embrace.
The man lay on his side, a strong, muscular arm wrapped around Wen Jiu's waist, holding him firmly against his chest.
It was an intensely possessive position.
At such close range, that aggressively handsome face filled his vision, especially the red mole at the outer corner of the man's left eye.
It had seized his attention immediately even under last night's circumstances, so one could imagine just how stunning it was to see it from this close.
Wen Jiu backed away a little, clutched his wildly beating heart, and swallowed despite himself.
Strangely enough, although he was a sucker for good looks, he had always liked cute, sweet, innocent girls and had never felt anything for such striking beauty.
The reason was simple: Wen Jiu himself was a widely acknowledged beauty in the entertainment industry, with cool, fair skin, peach-blossom eyes, and exquisite, flawless features in golden proportions that even stylists praised endlessly.
His beauty had swept aside all competition, securing his place as a top star in the entertainment industry. In the seven years since his debut, no one had ever outshone him.
So why did looking at this man make him feel so much?
It's all because this man looks too feminine! Wen Jiu thought rather viciously. Maybe he's a damned sissy!
Hmph!
I'd better stay away from him, or I might catch it! Sniffling, Wen Jiu sat up and shakily reached for the clothes beneath the bed.
He had no choice. As much as he wanted to put his clothes on with the swagger of a powerful top, the injury in his backside wouldn't let him show off.
But just as his hand reached the shirt on the floor, suddenly-
Click.
Something cold touched Wen Jiu's ankles, and icy silver handcuffs locked around both of them!
"Aaaaaah! A ghost!"
Wen Jiu kicked his feet frantically, grabbed his only weapon-the shirt that had been crumpled all over and had every last button ripped off-and lashed it viciously at the "ghost"!
Caught off guard, Feng Chi found his head covered in the youth's scent. His thin lips curled slightly, and he was clearly in an excellent mood.
Yet the instant he pulled the shirt off, his face became expressionless again.
On closer inspection, there was even a hint of hurt and bewilderment at being attacked.
He seemed to have only just woken up and couldn't understand why the youth would treat his innocent self this way.
The sight infuriated Wen Jiu so much his lungs hurt. His violent movements had pulled at his injury, and he involuntarily let out a sob as he pointed at the handcuffs around his ankles-
God knows how those things fit around his ankle bones! Couldn't this body have a sturdier frame?!
Wen Jiu took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to punch him. Meeting the man's eyes furiously, he pointed at him and snapped, "What's with that look?! You're acting like you were the one who got fucked!"
"Don't think I don't know! Last night, it was all you, you-you..."
Mid-tirade, the youth suddenly fell silent.
Holy shit!
Who was this guy?!
The man had a face that could bring kingdoms to ruin, with cool, fair skin and stern features. The red mole at the outer corner of his left eye in particular lent him a bewitching, decadent allure.
Yet his beauty did not seem feminine. Instead, his pronounced brow bones and pitch-black eyes gave him a certain ruggedness, while his perfect features amplified his beauty. Even his looks were dazzling and domineering.
Wen Jiu had been too close earlier to see the man's whole face. Now that he had calmed down, he realized: wasn't this the fucking paranoid yandere from the book?!
He'd transmigrated into the novel???
Fuck, no way! Hadn't he just been following a novel? He'd gotten so pissed off by its landmines that he'd gone to bed at two!
How could he have transmigrated into it?
And woken up with a big shot at the top of the food chain sitting across from him!
Remembering who this man was, Wen Jiu withdrew his pointing finger in practically a second. He hadn't forgotten what a terrifying person the male lead was.
The paranoid big shot was ruthless and killed without blinking. Yandere was synonymous with his name, and cold-hearted mercilessness was the foundation of his personality.
Even more terrifyingly, rumor had it that he could eat two children in one bite!
As frightening as that description sounded, he really was that scary!
As a veteran webnovel enthusiast, how could Wen Jiu not know?!
When he encountered a yandere in a novel, he could howl excitedly about the thrill. In real life, though... haha...
He wasn't bragging, but Wen Jiu could demonstrate dropping dead on the spot right now!
"Well... you're such a..." A flash of inspiration struck Wen Jiu, and he corrected himself. "You're such a nice guy, actually. You were afraid I'd make you angry and get myself offed, so you even thought to cuff me beforehand. Ha... hahaha..."
Wen Jiu wanted to cry but had no tears. Were these handcuffs?! These were fucking safety clasps keeping his little life attached! Longevity locks!
"Pfft!" Feng Chi hadn't expected the little fellow to cave so quickly. He looked so pitiful that Feng Chi could barely keep up the act.
"You!" For a moment, Feng Chi thought the youth was about to rise up in revolt. Instead, he merely tugged the blanket over carefully and wrapped himself up.
He meekly hugged his shackled legs and muttered, "What are you laughing at...?"
What was so funny?
Didn't he know that a wise man knew when to submit to circumstances? Did he think everyone was as sick in the head as him?
"Nothing." Resisting the urge to stroke his head, the man got up, picked up a document from the coffee table, and handed it to him with a smile.
Feng Chi deliberately kept his upper body bare, and his eight-pack and V-lines made the youth stare.
Wen Jiu felt like a cat lured by dried fish. His gaze followed the man's movements uncontrollably, drifting slowly from his firm, defined chest and abdomen to his pale, sexy Adam's apple, then to the lean muscles of his arms...
The man raised a brow slightly, even the tear mole at the corner of his eye coming alive. "What are you looking at?"
"Am I that good-looking, hmm?"
Wen Jiu hurriedly shook his head. He swore this really wasn't his fault!
Who knew this pervert wouldn't put any clothes on?!
E-even if he was getting something, surely he wasn't in such a hurry that he couldn't get dressed first.
Such a shameless tease.
Very satisfied with his reaction, Feng Chi tipped his chin slightly, signaling for him to look.
Wen Jiu accepted it with trembling hands and lowered his eyes.
"Marriage agreement"
Wen Jiu: ???
He stared at the big shot across from him in utter bewilderment.
The man had found clothes somewhere and was already dressed, leisurely fastening his buttons. His profile carried an aloof, unattainable chill, but what came out of his mouth was-
"I'm already yours, so..."
As he spoke, he turned to meet the youth's astonished gaze and slowly curled his lips. "Shall we get married?"