Xie Jia Hua spent the entire night interrogating the suspect, staying up until his face darkened with exhaustion and his brows knitted tightly.
By the early hours of the morning, the suspect’s psychological defenses finally collapsed under the pressure. Listless and defeated, he confessed everything.
Xie Jia Hua handed the remaining work over to the officers on duty. He returned to his office to wash up and change into a fresh police uniform—after running about for a full day and night, his casual clothes had become unbearably foul-smelling, to the point that even he could not stand it.
Dressed sharply, he stepped out of the station and, under the faint light of dawn, drove toward the hospital where Lu Guang Ming was staying.
Inside the ward, a young nurse had just replaced Lu Guang Ming’s IV drip. Turning around, she spotted a stern-looking officer clad in a fitted police uniform.
Her face lit up with delight.
“It’s great that you’re here, Officer!” she said, stepping forward and lowering her voice. “This poor boy is too pitiful! Anal tearing, infection and inflammation, a fever of 39.5 degrees, and his face is covered in injuries—the sodomy offender who did this is utterly inhuman! Such a wretched man! You must catch that pervert and bring him justice!”
“……”
The sodomy offender, wretched man, pervert—Xie Jia Hua.
He walked over to the bedside and carefully examined Lu Guang Ming, who lay unconscious with a high fever.
There were still obvious bruises at the corners of his brows and lips from the beating. His face was flushed from the fever, his lips pale and cracked. The boy was already young to begin with and had a naturally youthful appearance; with his eyes closed, the cunning gleam usually hidden within them was absent, making him look all the more innocent, frail, and pitiable.
Xie Jia Hua felt no sympathy whatsoever for his miserable state—
The night before last, it had been Lu Guang Ming who had deliberately invited him to the bar, trying to pry information from him while harboring ulterior motives, even going so far as to claim that Tang Jia Qi had approached him back then with hidden intentions.
Those words had struck a nerve, driving him to drown himself in alcohol—and ultimately leading to those absurd events.
This brat had brought it entirely upon himself.
And yet, for the first time, Xie Jia Hua began to question his own character—and his sexual inclinations.
Could it be that when drunk, I truly become some indiscriminate, violent, sadistic deviant?
The thought shook him deeply.
Once the nurse left, he locked the door. Carefully, he lifted the blanket and pulled apart Lu Guang Ming’s clothes to take a look.
His entire body was covered in shocking bite marks and suction marks. On that fair, well-shaped backside were several large handprints—
Wait. Why did I just think his backside looked good?!
“Like what you see?” a hoarse voice suddenly asked.
Xie Jia Hua froze. Looking up, he met Lu Guang Ming’s smiling, half-lidded eyes.
“……”
With a blank expression, Xie Jia Hua pulled his pants back up for him.
“Who would’ve thought, Inspector Xie? Not only a violent rapist, but a peeping one too?” Lu Guang Ming said with a sly smile.
“……”
For the first time, the ever sharp-tongued Xie Jia Hua found himself completely at a loss.
He couldn’t bring himself to hit him—nor even to curse him—without feeling guilty.
Even Lu Guang Ming’s voice was hoarse, clearly from the intensity of the previous night.
Silent, Xie Jia Hua turned his head to look out the window.
Perhaps it would be simpler to drag this brat along and jump down together.
Yet Lu Guang Ming, shameless as ever, pressed on with a grin, stabbing straight into his weak spot:
“Inspector Xie must’ve had a great time last night, huh? When you came, you were louder than me. As expected of the police force’s annual free combat champion—such stamina. Even drunk, you still flipped me over and did me three times. Every time I thought it was finally over, you’d open a new condom. If there’d been more than three at the bedside, you probably would’ve gone a few more rounds—so strong, so fierce.”
Xie Jia Hua’s heart was riddled with holes like a honeycomb. His face darkened like charcoal as he finally snapped back:
“Why didn’t you resist?”
Lu Guang Ming looked genuinely surprised.
“Inspector Xie, are you misunderstanding something? You don’t seriously think I was willing, do you? You’re eight years older than me—why would I chew on such old meat?” He turned his face slightly, revealing the bruises. “Face reality, Inspector Xie. You’re a violent rapist.”
Xie Jia Hua’s expression turned from green to black, sinking to rock bottom.
Seeing this, Lu Guang Ming grew even more pleased.
“So what now, Inspector Xie? Public or private settlement? If public, I’ll report this today as a citizen, saying a senior officer assaulted and molested me. If private… hehe…”
Just as this newly empowered little fox began to “hehe,” a sudden gurgle gurgle sound echoed through the ward.
Both of them froze.
After a moment, another gurgle gurgle answered it.
They exchanged strange looks—then glanced down at their own stomachs.
From the night before last until now, neither had eaten a single grain of rice.
“Can you eat right now? With your injuries?” Xie Jia Hua asked.
“Liquid food l,” Lu Guang Ming replied reflexively.
Xie Jia Hua turned and left.
“Hey! Xie Jia Hua! Don’t change the subject! Where are you going?!” Lu Guang Ming shouted after him.
“Shut up! Lie down!”
…
Xie Jia Hua moved quickly. In less than ten minutes, he returned from a nearby restaurant with a takeaway of freshly cooked fish slice congee.
He adjusted the hospital bed upright and placed the bowl on the bedside cabinet.
“Eat.”
Lu Guang Ming didn’t move. His fox-like eyes simply watched him.
“What now?” Xie Jia Hua asked.
“Feed me,” Lu Guang Ming said, gesturing at his hand still hooked up to the IV.
“……”
Left with no choice, Xie Jia Hua picked up the bowl.
Having grown up in a wealthy household, with servants tending to every aspect of his life, and later living alone with little time beyond work and sleep, he had never once taken care of someone like this.
The first spoonful was too hot, making Lu Guang Ming hiss in pain, his face scrunching up.
To his credit, Xie Jia Hua adjusted quickly. Lowering his head, he blew on each spoonful before feeding it to him.
Unfortunately, Lu Guang Ming was the sort to push his luck.
Taking advantage of the situation, he began to nitpick endlessly—complaining that the porridge was too cold, then too hot, asking for water, then fruit juice, and after drinking, insisting on going to the toilet—but refusing to use a urinal, demanding that Xie Jia Hua support him there instead.
Grinding his teeth, Xie Jia Hua complied with everything, suppressing the urge to smack him again.
One arm held the IV bottle aloft while the other supported the awkward, slow-moving Lu Guang Ming. After much effort, he finally got him to the bathroom and helped him stand by the urinal.
Yet Lu Guang Ming didn’t hurry. Instead, leaning against him, he curiously poked and examined him.
“Why are there so many blood marks on your neck? And your back too…”
Warm breath brushed against Xie Jia Hua’s ear.
In an instant, memories from the previous night surged back—their bodies entangled, the rising tide of emotion, Lu Guang Ming clinging to his shoulders, gasping and crying out hoarsely. The sharp sting of nails digging into his back felt as vivid as if it were happening now.
His ears flushed red.
Suddenly, he shoved Lu Guang Ming away.
Caught off guard, Lu Guang Ming stumbled into the wall.
Without explanation, Xie Jia Hua stuffed the IV bottle into his hands.
“Do it yourself. I have work at nine. I’m leaving.”
Completely baffled, Lu Guang Ming called after him, “Are you coming back at noon? If you don’t, how am I supposed to eat? Don’t think you can just run away from responsibility!”
Xie Jia Hua didn’t respond.
He left as if fleeing a fire.
Leaning against the wall, Lu Guang Ming replayed what had just happened—and burst into laughter.
This stubborn bull, who could neither be tricked nor coaxed, who always met him with cold hostility—this time had completely fallen into his hands.
Hahaha! Now how should I make good use of this…
As he laughed, he caught sight of his flushed reflection in the mirror and gradually quieted down, the corners of his lips curling upward as he lingered on the memory.
Though it had hurt, there had been a tiny bit of pleasure.
Enough to make him wonder whether he had some masochistic tendencies.
Still, as he recalled touching Inspector Xie’s firm chest muscles and shapely, elastic backside, his greatest desire had been to pin the man beneath him instead—
To conquer that icy, untouchable flower and press him down… what intoxicating satisfaction that would bring.
He smiled at his reflection with the unmistakable grin of a villain.
After finishing in the bathroom—grimacing through the pain—he returned to the bed and lay down, eagerly waiting for Xie Jia Hua to come serve him again at noon.
At exactly twelve noon, he heard the ward door open.
Smiling brightly, he looked toward the entrance.
“……”
That heartless bastard surnamed Xie—
had hired him a bald, buck-toothed caretaker with terrible breath.
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