In the days that followed, Boss Xia first expressed his sincere and heartfelt gratitude to Kevin for taking such diligent care of Mr. He. Then, having crossed the river, he promptly demolished the bridge and kicked Kevin out to “rest and recuperate properly.” Xia Liu Yi personally took over Mr. He’s food and daily needs, massage and bathing, rehabilitation exercises, and every other caregiving duty, eagerly putting everything he had learned over the past several days into practice. Mr. He saw it with his eyes, felt it with his body, and was moved in his heart. “Brother Liu Yi, that hurts, hurts, hurts! Lighter!”
“I’m already being very light. The doctor said the massage has to be thorough, or the muscles will atrophy. Then all those muscles you worked so hard to build will disappear.”
“They’re not going to disappear that easily. It really hurts. Maybe I should just ask Kevin to come back…”
“Try it!”
“Hahaha, that tickles, stop…”
…
“The doctor said your stitches came out today. In a few days, you can soak in the bath.”
“Mm. I want you to soak with me.”
“All right.”
…
“Wow, what chicken soup smells this good? Did Brother Xiao Ma make it?”
“I made it.”
“Hahaha… Wow, what’s all this? Fish maw? Ginseng? Cordyceps? Lingzhi too? Brother Xiao Ma really spared no expense!”
“It was me.”
“…”
“It really was me!”
“Ahem. How many pots did you ruin?”
“Just one! …Four. What are you laughing at?! I did it for you!”
“…”
“Y-you… why did you start crying while you were laughing?!”
“Next time, will you make a pot for Dad too?”
“Yes, yes, yes. I’ll kneel on the floor and present it to him myself. Be good, stop crying…”
…
On one side, the young couple stole half a month of peace from life, shutting themselves away in this paradise on earth as though they were on holiday, flirting and bickering behind closed doors. On the other, Master Qiao looked at the company accounts that had been patched so flawlessly no seam could be found, along with the soaring numbers in the stock and fund accounts He Chu San managed on his behalf, and grinned from ear to ear. The Little Fortune-Bringer truly was a precious treasure sent to him by heaven—a living cornucopia!
Master Qiao counted money every day until he woke from his dreams laughing. On this particular day, he was vigorously working his old waist on top of Third Sister Lai. Watching her ample breasts bounce up and down began to remind him of stock indexes rising and falling through red and green. His spirits soared, and after a moment he pulled out and showered the “stock market” with a burst of rain.
He immediately lost interest in exercising any further. Climbing out of bed, he told Third Sister Lai to gather up her breasts and get lost, then energetically pulled on his clothes and summoned his adviser. It was time to visit the little brother who had worked so hard and accomplished so much at the sanatorium.
Master Qiao was in an excellent mood and moved surprisingly fast on his cane. His adviser trotted behind him on short legs, scrambling all the way to the car.
“Master Qiao, I still think something about He Chu San isn’t right,” the adviser said earnestly once he sat beside him. “I’ve been in this line more than twenty years. I’ve never seen money come in as quickly as it does with him. And the books he keeps are simply too clean. Whenever we cooked books before, no matter how careful we were, there was always some trace left behind.”
“He’s a top student from a prestigious university. How many years of school did you illiterate accountants even get?” Master Qiao lounged against the seat and contentedly puffed a huge cigar. His shirt hung open at the chest, exposing wrinkled flesh and several carefree tufts of black hair. “Cui Dong Dong used to be famous in the underworld as ‘Chief Steward Cui.’ Nobody was better with an abacus! And then what happened? He Chu San squeezed her aside. In the end, she blew herself into scraps!”
The adviser’s face wrinkled even more. “That’s exactly the problem, Master Qiao! That He kid’s mind isn’t simple. Look at what he did to Xia Liu Yi, and Cui Dong Dong’s death is suspicious too. What if one day he turns that mind against He Yi Society?”
Master Qiao chuckled. “He’s just a little accountant who knows how to make money. He doesn’t have the fate of a Boss! With that tiny bit of cleverness, he couldn’t even handle Xia Liu Yi. He took two knives and nearly lost half his life. You think he still has the guts to stir trouble under my nose? Right now, everything he eats and drinks, even where he shits and pisses—all of it depends on me! Adviser, relax!”
The adviser could not relax in the slightest. He felt that his own famously calculating Boss was losing his edge in old age and had been bewitched by the Little Fortune-Bringer. He leaned against the window and sighed miserably. Master Qiao grew annoyed looking at him and jabbed his cane into the hollow of his waist hard enough to make the adviser hiccup, after which he did not dare make another sound.
Master Qiao smugly finished his cigar. The sedan stopped at the sanatorium entrance. A bodyguard opened the door from outside. Master Qiao swept out one large hand, hooked it around his adviser’s neck, and dragged him along. “Come on, Adviser! Since you’re so worried, we’ll make a surprise visit today and see what the hell he’s doing in there!”
…
Consultant He was currently playing with the Boss’s little nipples.
It was nine at night, not long before patients were supposed to settle down for bed. He Chu San was making efficient use of the time by doing two things at once: soaking in the bath while enjoying a little exercise before sleep. He lay naked against the edge of a two-person massage tub about two meters long and wide. Water rippled and foam churned around them, waves rolling lively over waves.
Xia Liu Yi knelt naked over his waist, his lean, flexible body rising and falling with the movements of He Chu San’s fingers inside him. Both arms were wrapped around He Chu San’s head as he tried to endure the attention being paid to his chest, breathing in low gasps.
“Ha… little bastard, lighter…”
He Chu San parted his lips slightly and released the small tip he had sucked red and swollen until it gleamed. A thin strand of moisture stretched between it and the corner of his mouth. He leaned back, wiped his lips, and sighed against the side of the tub. “I’m tired. I don’t have any strength left.”
Xia Liu Yi had been teased in the hot water for almost half an hour. His entire chest was covered in kiss marks, his handsome face flushed a deep, provocative red, and his body had already been worked open by He Chu San’s fingers, ready for him. Hearing He Chu San announce that he had no strength left nearly drove him mad with frustration. He immediately leaned forward, wrapped his arms around He Chu San’s neck, and kissed him urgently. He Chu San turned his head aside and continued pretending weakly. “I really don’t have any strength… mm…”
“Stop messing with me. Hurry up and put it in.”
“I really don’t have the strength. You can sit down on it yourself.”
“Fuck…”
Xia Liu Yi glared at him helplessly, but the corner of his eye caught sight of the two ugly knife wounds on He Chu San’s waist, one large and one small. They had only recently healed, and the new flesh was still pink. Any temper he might have had vanished instantly. Steam blurred his vision. He Chu San smiled beneath him, his features warm and gentle through the haze, almost like a painting. Xia Liu Yi’s heart overflowed with a love so intense he wanted to swallow the man whole and melt him into his own flesh and bones.
The position was a little awkward, but Xia Liu Yi raised his hips slightly and used one hand to grasp He Chu San’s cock, guiding it into place before slowly lowering himself. The long-missed sensation of being filled and stretched ignited inside him like a burning fuse. A low moan escaped him, and his entire body began to tremble, both long legs shaking at He Chu San’s sides. He Chu San stroked his waist and hips soothingly, gently spreading him to help, his eyes fixed on the place where their bodies joined as the small opening greedily swallowed the shaft amid the water, drawing it inward like a sea anemone slowly feeding—obscene and strangely beautiful.
“Brother Liu Yi,” He Chu San murmured, restraining the urge to thrust hard into him. “You’re amazing.”
“Shut up… ah… ha…” Xia Liu Yi was already so needy his whole body felt weak. The massage jets beating against him from behind left him barely able to stay on his knees. “Y-you… hurry up and move…”
He Chu San suddenly thrust upward, driving the remaining length deep inside. Xia Liu Yi let out a sharp cry and hurriedly grabbed his shoulders.
“Like that?”
“Ah… too deep…”
He Chu San took his hand and pressed it to where their bodies were joined. “It’s so deep inside you. Feel it. Didn’t you swallow all of me? You even took in so much water… Feel for yourself how shameless you’re being…”
“Shut up… ah… just move…”
“I told you, I don’t have any strength. You do it.”
Xia Liu Yi’s entire face burned red. He frowned and glared at him, then buried his face against He Chu San’s shoulder and really began moving his hips up and down on his own. He Chu San gasped under the tight pressure around him, turning to kiss Xia Liu Yi’s wet hair as he laughed softly. “So obedient today, Brother Liu Yi?”
“Shut up…” Xia Liu Yi had been reduced to almost that single complete sentence. He panted rapidly, heat melting through him from the inside. The tingling pleasure of being filled surged straight to his head, making him feel as though he truly were floating and drifting through blue water. His entire body went soft and trembled uncontrollably. His fingers braced against the edge of the tub behind He Chu San, slipping away one moment before laboriously gripping it again.
“Ah… ahh! Ah—ah…” His own movements struck a sensitive place, and he cried out without restraint, making the air in the bathroom feel damp and erotic. He Chu San firmly kneaded one of his pert buttocks with one hand to steady his rocking body, while his other hand continued teasing his nipple, now swollen almost purple and slick with water.
Xia Liu Yi buried his face in He Chu San’s neck, moaning as he instinctively curled inward to escape He Chu San’s wicked teasing, yet still could not bear to curse him. When He Chu San told him to spread his legs farther, he actually did. When He Chu San slid two fingers in alongside his cock and began teasing him, Xia Liu Yi gripped his hair in unbearable pleasure but continued moving his hips, obediently taking the fingers too. The little bastard He Chu San got everything he wanted and still complained, licking Xia Liu Yi’s burning red earlobe as he said, “So obedient. Although I still liked it when you used to curse me while we did it… hah… all fiery and vicious, so much more fun… Don’t pull, don’t pull! Pulling my ears isn’t fun at all…”
The two of them churned the bath into waves, water splashing onto the floor around the tub while a faint rose fragrance filled the air. Just as they were completely lost in it, the bathroom door was suddenly smashed open.
Bang!
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