In the days that followed, Boss Xia expressed his sincere gratitude to Kevin, who had diligently cared for Mr. He for several days. Without hesitation, he dismissed Kevin, claiming he needed to “rest and recuperate properly.” He then personally took over every aspect of Mr. He’s daily life, including meals, bathing, massages, rehabilitation training, and all attendant duties. He fully implemented everything he had learned over the past few days.
Mr. He witnessed and endured this treatment deeply. “Brother Liu Yi, it hurts, hurts, hurts—go lighter!”
“It’s already very light. The doctor said the massage needs to be thorough to prevent muscle atrophy. If that happens, all the muscles you worked so hard for will disappear.”
“How could they disappear so easily? It really hurts… Maybe I should call Kevin back…”
“You dare!”
“Hahaha—ah, it tickles, don’t—!”
……
“The doctor said your stitches came out today. In a few days, you’ll be able to take a bath.”
“Mm. I want you to bathe with me.”
“Alright.”
……
“Wow, what kind of chicken soup smells so good? Did Brother Xiao Ma make it?”
“I made it.”
“Hahaha… wow, what’s all this? Fish maw? Ginseng? Cordyceps? And even lingzhi? Brother Xiao Ma is really generous!”
“It was me.”
“……”
“It really was me!!”
“Ahem… how many pots did you ruin?”
“Just one pot! …Four pots… What are you laughing at?! It was all for you!”
“……”
“Y-you… why are you laughing and crying at the same time?”
“Next time, could you make a pot for Father too?”
“Alright, alright, I’ll kneel and present it to him myself. There, don’t cry…”
……
In this idyllic setting, the two of them seized half a month of fleeting tranquility, retreating to their private quarters as if on a holiday. They engaged in flirtatious banter and playful bickering amidst this earthly paradise. Meanwhile, Master Qiao, observing the flawless company accounts and the soaring numbers in the stocks and funds accounts managed by He Chu San, couldn’t help but beam with delight. This young prodigy of wealth was truly a divine gift! A veritable cornucopia of prosperity!
Master Qiao counted money every day until he awoke from dreams filled with laughter. On this particular day, he strained his old back while vigorously plowing atop Lai San Mei. Watching her ample bosom rise and fall was akin to observing stock indices fluctuate between red and green, and for a moment, he felt utterly rejuvenated. He withdrew himself to shower the stock market with his blessings.
However, his enthusiasm waned as he climbed off the bed. He waved Lai San Mei away, instructing her to gather herself and disappear. Then, he dressed quickly, summoned his advisor, and prepared to visit his hardworking little brother at the sanatorium.
In high spirits, he strode swiftly with his cane. His adviser hurried behind on short legs, scrambling all the way into the car.
“Master Qiao, I still have a nagging feeling about He Chu San,” the adviser urged earnestly at his side. “I’ve been in this line for over twenty years, and I’ve never witnessed such rapid money influxes. And those accounts he manages—they’re too pristine. No matter how we did it before, there would always be at least a trace left behind.”
“He’s a top student from a prestigious school. How many years did you illiterate accountants even study?” Master Qiao leaned back in his seat, leisurely puffing a large cigar. His shirt was open, revealing wrinkled flesh and tufts of carefree black hair. “Back in the day, Cui Dong Dong was well-known in the underworld as ‘Grand Steward Cui.’ She was a master of the abacus! And what happened? Driven out by He Chu San! In the end, she met a tragic end.”
The advisor’s face contorted further. “That’s precisely the issue, Master Qiao! That boy surnamed He isn’t ordinary. Look—Xia Liu Yi was manipulated by him, and Cui Dong Dong met a mysterious end… what if one day he turns against our He Yi Society?”
Master Qiao chuckled. “He’s merely a modest accountant who knows how to make money—he lacks the destiny of a powerful boss! With that limited intelligence, he couldn’t even handle a Xia Liu Yi. He was stabbed twice and nearly lost his life—does he still have the courage to stir trouble under my nose? Right now, everything he consumes, drinks, and engages in depends on me! Advisor, please relax!”
However, the advisor couldn’t relax at all. He sensed that his once-sharp boss was losing his edge, captivated by this “Wealth-Gathering Prodigy.” Leaning against the car window, he sighed heavily. Master Qiao, annoyed, jabbed his cane into the advisor’s waist, causing a burp to escape and silencing him completely.
Master Qiao smugly finished his cigar. The car came to a halt at the sanatorium entrance. A bodyguard opened the door, and with a grand gesture, Master Qiao hooked an arm around the advisor’s neck and dragged him along.
“Come, Advisor! Since you’re uneasy, today we’ll make a surprise visit—let’s see what tricks he’s up to in there!”
……
Consultant He was currently… tending to the Boss’s “little peak.”
It was nine at night, not long before the patient’s bedtime. Seizing the opportunity, he worked on two fronts—soaking in the bath while conducting pre-sleep “exercises.”
Inside a two-meter-wide massage bathtub, he lay naked against the edge. The water rippled, foam bubbling, waves lapping in a lively succession.
Xia Liu Yi knelt bare atop his waist, his lean yet supple body rising and falling with the motion inside him. His arms wrapped around He Chu San’s head as he endured the teasing at his chest, breathing in low gasps.
“Ha… you damned brat, go lighter…”
He Chu San parted his lips slightly, releasing the reddened, swollen tip from his mouth. A thread of moisture connected it to his lips. Leaning back, he wiped his mouth and sighed, “I’m so tired… I have no strength left.”
After being teased in the hot water for nearly half an hour, Xia Liu Yi’s chest was covered in kiss marks. His handsome face was flushed deep red, and his body was already open and waiting. Hearing this, he nearly exploded with frustration and lunged forward to seize his neck, kissing him urgently. He Chu San turned his head aside, still feigning weakness. “Really, I have no strength left… mm…”
“Stop messing with me! Get in already.”
“I have no strength. You climb on yourself.”
“Damn it…”
Xia Liu Yi shot him a helpless glare, but his gaze caught the two knife wounds at his waist—one freshly healed, tender flesh still pink. All his temper vanished.
Steam blurred his vision. Beneath him, He Chu San smiled faintly, gentle as a painting. Xia Liu Yi’s heart overflowed with indescribable affection—so intense that he wished to devour him whole, fuse him into his very bones and blood.
He lifted his hips slightly and reached down to guide himself, slowly lowering. The long-absent fullness ignited within him like a burning fuse. He let out a low moan, his entire body trembling, his long legs shaking at He Chu San’s sides.
He Chu San steadied his waist and watched intently as that hidden place greedily swallowed him in, drawing him deeper amid rippling water—like a sea anemone feeding, obscene yet strangely beautiful.
“Brother Liu Yi,” he murmured, restraining himself, “you’re amazing.”
“Shut up… ah…” Xia Liu Yi was already trembling, barely able to hold himself upright. “You… move…”
With a sudden thrust, He Chu San drove the rest of himself in. Xia Liu Yi cried out sharply, clutching his shoulders.
“Like this?”
“Ah… too deep…”
He Chu San guided his hand to where they joined. “It’s not me—it’s how deep you are. Feel it… see how much you’ve taken in?”
“Shut up… just move…”
“I said, no strength. You do it.”
Xia Liu Yi, blushing fiercely, buried his face against his shoulder and began moving on his own. He Chu San gasped under the tight embrace, kissing his damp hair and smiling. “So obedient today, Brother Liu Yi?”
“Shut up…”
The bath churned with splashing water, and the rose fragrance lingered faintly in the air. Just as they reached their peak,
Bang!
The bathroom door was suddenly kicked open.
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