Using the matter of delivering money to Limping Sha’s wife and children as leverage, Xia Liu Yi forced him to shave down that seniority. The two swore brotherhood despite the gap in years, becoming sworn brothers of different generations.
Old Brother Sha was far from pleased—being made to call a man over a decade younger his “little brother” left a knot of resentment in his chest. From time to time, he would look for some excuse to vent it. Sharing the same ward, the two spent their days trading verbal blows from morning till night, dredging up old grudges—who smashed whose turf years ago, who hijacked whose goods—and settling them all over again. When tempers flared, they would even fling aside the curtain and brawl across the aisle with pillows in a chaotic flurry…
Only during the five minutes each day when He Chu San slipped in, dressed as a doctor, would Boss Sha tactfully cease fire—pulling the blanket over his head, plugging his ears, and silently reciting Jesus Christ. That little rabbit from Twin-Blade Xia’s household—when it came to sweet talk, it was so cloying no bystander could bear to listen!
The moment He Chu San snuck out again, the two bosses would resume their endless war…
……
After paying an enormous bail deposit, Xia Liu Yi’s application for medical parole was officially approved. He was transferred to a private hospital, parting ways with Boss Sha.
On the day of transfer, He Chu San wore gold-rimmed glasses and a sharply tailored suit, arriving as “family” to receive Boss Xia. He helped Xia Liu Yi onto a wheelchair, letting him sit to the side while he packed up his belongings.
Boss Sha had never dared make his presence known when He Chu San was around—after all, the young couple only had those fleeting five minutes of tenderness each day. If he dared interrupt, Xia Liu Yi, frustrated enough, might stab him again. But now, unable to hold back, he lifted a corner of the curtain, determined to catch a glimpse of the true face of Xiao Qi Hall’s “sister-in-law”.
He Chu San had already been warned by Xia Liu Yi with a light cough during his second “visit” that there was a fellow inmate nearby. Thus, he wasn’t startled at all upon seeing Boss Sha—he merely offered a polite smile and continued folding Boss Xia’s freshly changed clothes.
Boss Sha eyed him up and down several times, amusement flickering in his gaze. “Brother Xia, there’s something that’s been puzzling me these past few days—I must ask.”
Xia Liu Yi had already had the gauze removed from his eyes and regained his sight. Sitting in the wheelchair, hugging a thermos, he was happily slurping down the coconut milk snow clam dessert He Chu San had made for him, cheeks puffed out, not even bothering to look up. “Brother Sha, just spit it out. Why all the damn preamble?”
“You two…” Boss Sha glanced at He Chu San again, still unable to reconcile it. This little rabbit looked fair and gentle, refined like a scholar—nothing like someone capable of “locking him up” or “killing him.” “…you’re the one on the bottom?”
“Cough—!” Boss Xia nearly choked on the coconut milk! Clutching his throat, he glared and coughed violently!
He Chu San hurried over, patting his back while wrapping an arm around his shoulders in comfort. At the same time, he explained with composed gentleness, “Brother Sha, you jest. Of course I serve him. Even if you gave me ten times the courage, I wouldn’t dare overstep.”
Boss Sha’s eyes rolled, suspicion deepening. “Is that so? Didn’t sound like that the first day you came.”
He Chu San smiled shyly, leaning sweetly against Boss Xia. “That was because he was hurt—I felt bad, lost my temper a little. Who knows how our Boss will punish me when we get back? Brother Sha, please be kind—say a few good words for me, ask him to spare me?”
Xia Liu Yi coughed so hard he couldn’t speak, face flushed red, utterly unable to listen any longer. He smacked He Chu San hard on the backside—Have you acted enough, you damn movie king?!
He Chu San staggered from the blow, clutching his rear with a pitiful expression, casting Boss Sha a look as if to say, See?
Boss Sha watched them leave the ward, half-believing, half-doubting.
At the door, the guarding officer came in for inspection, found nothing unusual, and signed the register—then handed it to Xia Liu Yi as well.
“You…” The officer studied He Chu San with slight suspicion. “You his younger brother?”
“I’m his cousin,” He Chu San replied calmly, meeting his gaze. He had worn a mask during his earlier “doctor” visits—he shouldn’t be recognized.
“You’re the only one here to pick him up? Where’s the transfer vehicle?”
“The others are in the parking lot.”
The officer hesitated, then let them pass. As they left, he slapped the back of Xia Liu Yi’s wheelchair. “Behave yourself out there! Don’t come back in again!”
Xia Liu Yi didn’t turn around—he lazily raised a hand and made an OK gesture.
He Chu San pushed the wheelchair, and the two entered the elevator without a trace of unease. The moment the doors shut, Xia Liu Yi smack!—landed another slap on He Chu San’s backside!
“Ow! What was that for, Brother Liu Yi?!”
“For talking nonsense! Damn brat!” Xia Liu Yi’s face was still flushed.
“I was just explaining that I’m the one on the bottom…” He Chu San sounded aggrieved.
“I’m talking about the nonsense you spouted on the first day!” Xia Liu Yi snapped, even more embarrassed and angry. Groping around, he grabbed the thermos hanging behind the wheelchair and started smacking him with it.
“Ow! That hurts! Stop hitting, Brother Liu Yi! The snow clam dessert’s going to spill! Ow—!”
……
Cui Dong Dong and Xiao Ma, along with several bodyguards, stood in the parking lot holding bouquets, giving a grand welcome to the Boss and the “Sister-in-law.”
Seeing the “sister-in-law” walking awkwardly, with suspicious red marks on his face, everyone instantly understood—turning their heads aside to snicker.
Boss is really impatient.
Cui Dong Dong, looking utterly disapproving, helped the orderly load Xia Liu Yi into the private hospital transfer ambulance, then sat beside him and whispered in condemnation, “You’re a beast!”
“What the hell did I do?!” Xia Liu Yi was baffled.
Cui Dong Dong gestured toward He Chu San, who was gingerly feeling around for the seat, grimacing as he tried to sit. “You already had your way with him in the ward? This is a hospital—couldn’t you show a little restraint? You’re not even healed yet—what’s the rush?!”
Xia Liu Yi immediately raised his voice in outrage. “I had—” lowering it again, “had my ass!”
“Don’t you deny it!” Cui Dong Dong shot him a glare, then turned to fuss over He Chu San. “Sammy boy, don’t sit yet—Sis will put a blanket down for you.”
Xia Liu Yi watched as He Chu San actually sat shyly on the little blanket she laid out, looking every bit like he’d been thoroughly “ravaged” by the Boss. His nose nearly twisted from anger.
Turning his head, he saw Xiao Ma looking equally indignant. Xiao Ma leaned in and muttered, “Boss, that kid’s too inconsiderate! You’re this badly injured and he’s still seducing you—doesn’t know his place at all!”
Xia Liu Yi slapped him away. “Get lost!”
……
In broad daylight, a group of jianghu men threw a lavish celebration inside a luxury private hospital ward—champagne and red wine flowing freely. Flowers and fruit piled across tables and beds, streamers and balloons hung from the chandelier, and a giant banner read: “Welcome Home! Boss Is the Most Handsome!”
“Quiet down! Quiet down!” Cui Dong Dong stood atop a table, shouting. “Brothers, today we celebrate two things! First—welcome the Boss back safe and sound! Sure, he’s wrapped like a mummy, but hey—he’s alive, right?! Hahaha—!” She laughed while dodging the pillow Xia Liu Yi hurled at her. “Boss, don’t rush me! Let me finish! Second—this year’s Children’s Day, we missed it, so no matter what, we’ve got to make up a proper birthday for our Boss! Bring in the cake—!”
Xiao Ma led another group in, singing a horribly off-key English birthday song as they pushed in a three-tier cake. Atop it fluttered a small red flag. Xiao Ma plucked it off and read aloud:
“Wishing Boss blessings as vast as the Eastern Sea, longevity as enduring as the Southern Mountains—forever eighteen years old!”
“Eighteen your mother!” Xia Liu Yi laughed, tossing another pillow at him.
“Boss has thrown both pillows—he’s out of weapons!” Cui Dong Dong raised her arm in command. “Brothers, charge! Hold him down and make him drink—!”
A group of burly men cheered and rushed forward, shoving bottles into the Boss’s hands.
“Boss, drink!”
“Boss, a toast!”
“Boss, start with mine!”
“He’s injured—he can’t drink!” He Chu San hurriedly stepped in front to block them.
Cui Dong Dong gave the order: “Lift Sammy boy up and throw him out—!”
The men cheered, hoisting He Chu San into the air—“Ohhh—!” “Ohhh—!”—tossing him upward again and again.
“Throw him! The farther the better!” Xia Liu Yi laughed and cursed from behind. “Bring the booze! I’m drinking! And light me a cigarette too!”
The nurse on duty heard the commotion and tried to come in to stop it, but she too was hoisted up by this gang of utterly unrestrained triad men, screaming as she was tossed up and down together with He Chu San. The bodyguards stationed at the door kept stuffing red envelopes into the hands of passing patients—“Good health! Long life!” Behind them, cheers, the popping of champagne, toasts, and shrieks resounded through the entire hospital…
…
By evening, Xiao Ma was pleasantly tipsy, humming a tune as he staggered back to the nightclub under his charge. A few underlings who had stayed behind crowded around him.
“Brother Ma!”
“Brother Ma!”
“How’s the boss?”
Xiao Ma pointed at the faint handprint on his cheek. “See this? He’s doing great! Strong as ever!”
The underlings took turns grabbing his face.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s definitely from the Boss.”
“Wasn’t the Boss injured? Still hitting this hard—damn impressive.”
“I wanna get slapped by the Boss too. What an honor.”
“Scram, scram, scram…” Xiao Ma snapped, chasing the bunch of brats away. Pushing through the bustling dance floor, he went up to the second-floor office, locked the door, checked the recent accounts, then staggered up to the third floor.
The third floor was far more run-down than the two below—crumbling lime walls, pitted concrete floors. In the spacious living room sat only a lone television and a single armchair. This was Xiao Ma’s temporary residence. Unlike the other heads in Xiao Qi Hall, he owned no house and had no fixed abode—only temporary rooms near the venues he managed, plus several rented apartments scattered across the city. Like a cunning hare with three burrows, Ma Rulong was undoubtedly the best at “hiding” in the entire Xiao Qi Hall.
He unlocked the bedroom at the end of the hall. The person he had hidden there for a month lifted their head from the messy bed. Disheveled long hair obscured their face; with a languid motion, they brushed a bit aside with long, sharp nails. Upon recognizing Xiao Ma, they buried their head again.
Xiao Ma glanced at the table—none of the bread or jerky he’d left before leaving had been touched; only half a glass of water had been drunk.
“Get up and eat something,” Xiao Ma kicked the bed. “Trying to starve to death?”
The person stretched lazily under the blanket in an oddly twisted pose. After a long while, they muttered, “I want steak.”
“No steak here.”
“Then take me out to eat.”
“You wanna die? Didn’t you say your godfather sent assassins after you?”
“A bunch of useless trash who couldn’t find me for a whole month—I’m not scared of them.” The person slowly sat up, throwing off the blanket. A pair of snow-white breasts sprang free.
Xiao Ma hastily turned his face away. “Damn it, you’re sleeping naked again?! That’s disgusting! Put something on!”
The person giggled, grabbed a hair tie from the bedside, and tied up the messy hair, revealing a bewitching, strikingly beautiful face—it was Jade Guanyin.
“What are you shy for?” Jade Guanyin smiled, sweet yet chilling. “We’ve already slept together.”
“Shut up! Don’t ever bring that up again—I was drunk!”
“Who are you kidding?” Jade Guanyin suddenly hugged him from behind, making Xiao Ma’s whole body stiffen. “Drunk men can’t get it up. But you were very hard that night. You went at me again and again—split open the wounds on my back. You almost killed me.” As she spoke, she pressed her aroused lower body against his thigh. Xiao Ma shuddered and struggled with all his strength before finally breaking free.
“I said I was drunk! I’ve got no interest in a freak like you—a freakin’ perverted shemale! Stay away from me! Don’t—don’t come closer!”
Amid Xiao Ma’s stammering cries, Jade Guanyin kept advancing, cornering him against the wall within moments. A tall, sturdy man like Xiao Ma was forced into retreat by this slender, long-legged “weak woman,” flattened against the wall like dough, not daring to move. He wanted to push her away, but she was completely naked—smooth, pale skin, pressing curves—there was nowhere he could safely place his hands.
“Ah—!” Xiao Ma finally screamed, cursing incoherently, “Get away! Freak! Damn shemale! Bastard! Your mother—ah…” His voice warped mid-cry.
“You’re hard the moment you see my chest,” Jade Guanyin laughed, grabbing him. “Not bad at all. Xiao Yu likes it very much.”
“Le-let go of me…”
“You’ve been drinking again, haven’t you? I can smell it on you… hehe, a man’s scent…”
“N-no… don’t… let go… ah… ah… help! Somebody help—!”
…
Past midnight, the nightclub was at its liveliest—lights blazing, chaos in full swing. The noise of the crowd and pounding beats penetrated two floors, faintly reaching the third. The slight vibration of the floor even made a fallen pillow tremble.
A thick, sweat-covered arm emerged from beneath the rumpled blanket. A hand slick with suspicious fluid grabbed the gun on the bedside table. Another pale, slender hand slid out right after, dragging the gun-holding hand back under.
Struggling noises came from beneath the bundled blanket.
“Let go of me! I said I’m done!”
“Mmm, just one more time.”
“That’s four times already! Y-you—are you some fox spirit? Living off men’s vitality?!”
“Hehe, Brother Ma is so cute. Makes me want you even more.”
“Touch me again and I’ll shoot!”
“Go on, shoot me. Kill me, then preserve me in formalin so I can stay with you every day.”
“Ahhh, you freak—! You… let go of my— Grandma! Sister Dong Dong! Boss! Somebody save me—!”
…
Dozens of kilometers away, his Boss was currently pinned to the bed by his “sister-in-law,” being kissed so thoroughly he could barely save himself—who had time to worry about him?
He Chu San kissed while slipping his hand into Xia Liu Yi’s hospital gown, openly teasing the sensitive bud on his chest. Xia Liu Yi’s eyes widened; he tried to hit him, but his hands were pinned down. The fierce teasing of tongue and deep sucking made it even harder for him to breathe, while the stimulation of his sensitive spot left his whole body weak and pliant. He could only let out muffled whimpers through his nose, saliva slipping uncontrollably from the corner of his lips, dampening the pillow.
Only when Xia Liu Yi was completely breathless, weakly pounding He Chu San’s back with his right hand, did He Chu San finally, reluctantly, let him go. Burying his face behind Xia Liu Yi’s ear, he panted for a moment before saying in a restrained voice, “We’ll settle things properly once you’re healed.”
“Settle what?” Xia Liu Yi pushed him, failing to move him. “What, I owe you now?”
“You owe me a lot,” He Chu San said, planting another loud kiss on his swollen lips. “You owe me a safe and sound life. And you owe me a Children’s Day.”
“Get lost, you child!” Xia Liu Yi punched his chest, hitting something hard. “What’s this?”
He Chu San took off the jade Buddha pendant hanging on his chest and put it on him. “I got it back from the doctor. You have to wear it all the time—until I come with a ring to exchange for it. Before that, you’re not allowed to take it off.”
“So cheesy. Disgusting.” Xia Liu Yi criticized him, yet habitually rubbed the jade Buddha before tucking it into his clothes.
“By the way, why do all my guys know you?” he asked, puzzled. Originally, only Xiao Ma, Dong Dong, and a few bodyguards should have known He Chu San’s identity. Yet all the minor leaders from Xiao Qi Hall who came to celebrate today seemed quite familiar with him.
He Chu San looked completely matter-of-fact. “Because I’m the ‘sister-in-law.’”
Xia Liu Yi raised his hand as if to slap him. He Chu San dodged, covering his head, quickly correcting himself while neatly polishing the truth. “Didn’t you agree to go legit? Sister Dong Dong said you’d discussed it with her. So she hired me as an investment consultant for your company to study its ‘transition.’ I’ve been going there often lately, so the managing brothers all know me.”
He caught Xia Liu Yi’s hand mid-swing and tucked it into his own. “Sister Dong Dong had already set up a small company before. Through me, it’s invested in a few projects, and the returns are good now—you’ve got plenty of liquid capital. As for the other businesses, I’ve worked out adjustment plans with her. Within a year, Xiao Qi Hall can fully ‘transition.’”
Blinking, he looked at Xia Liu Yi with hopeful anticipation. “By then, we can be safely together.”
Hearing all that, waves surged in Xia Liu Yi’s heart, though his face remained calm. He pinched He Chu San’s cheek fondly and said softly, “Silly boy, we’re already safely together now.”
…
Late at night, He Chu San slept soundly on the attendant’s cot beside him. Lately, besides working at his own company, he had been handling Xiao Qi Hall’s affairs with Cui Dong Dong and sneaking into the hospital daily—he was utterly exhausted. Xia Liu Yi, who had never heard him snore before, actually caught a few soft, playful snores tonight.
Damn brat… Xia Liu Yi turned his head, studying his back. Tomorrow, he’d have to ask if he’d caught a cold—make him take medicine and get a shot if needed.
After confirming He Chu San was deeply asleep, he quietly grabbed the brick phone from the bedside table, called Cui Dong Dong, and spoke in a hushed voice under the blanket. Then he made another call—to Xiao Ma.
…
From the trousers tossed on the floor, the brick phone suddenly rang. The bundled blanket was abruptly thrown aside; Xiao Ma poked his head out, looking half-dead, and climbed off the bed, picking up the phone and sitting down tiredly at the bedside.
“Hello?”
A few seconds later, he responded respectfully and hung up.
Jade Guanyin slid over like a snake, her bare body pressing against his back, resting her chin on his shoulder. “A’Liu called?”
“Mm.”
“Told you to see him tomorrow?”
“Mm.”
“Are you going to tell him I’m here?”
Xiao Ma sighed. “Do you want me to tell him?”
“If I say no, will you really keep it from him?”
“Depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“Depends on whether you’re planning to harm him. If you are, I’ll kill you first, then tell him.”
Jade Guanyin giggled sweetly, all coy charm. “Brother Ma is so loyal—so handsome. Xiao Yu likes you very much.”
She clung to him, rubbing affectionately. “Don’t worry. I like A’Liu too—I won’t harm him. I came here to help him. But both of us are still injured, so I’ll visit him later.”
Xiao Ma sighed again. “You’re a lying freak—I don’t trust you. Anyway, stay here and recover. Don’t get any funny ideas.”
“Alright, alright. You’ve already locked me up anyway. Won’t even let me eat steak.”
“What damn steak!” Xiao Ma snapped irritably, shrugging her off. He opened the wardrobe, tossed her one of his shirts. “Put something on! You’ve been starving all day and still dragged me into that nonsense—serve you right if you starve! I’ll go cook you a bowl of fried egg noodles—eat it or don’t!”
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