Chapter 126.2

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Editor: Sahloknir

Jiang Liye could only watch as Shi Qing was carefully placed on the bed.

Just as he sat down, the little master lecherously touched Jiang Bieyu’s cheek with one hand and slightly raised his other to pull down the curtain.

With the curtain down, those outside could no longer see what was going on in there.

But because they couldn’t see, their imaginations began to run wild.

When you combine that with what Shi Qing said just now about [having a good time]…

Jiang Liye’s face was turning as green as a grassy plain.

He didn’t care if Jiang Bieyu was treated like a plaything.

But he cared that Jiang Bieyu, the plaything, resembled him in the eyes of others.

The other young masters looked at each other and decided to pretend they didn’t know anything. They came forward to cajole Jiang Liye.

“Liye, don’t be so angry. Come, come. Sit down and have a drink.”

“Here, have some pastries.”

“Look at that musician girl, isn’t she pretty?”

As usual, they were smoothing things over by redirecting attention.

It was usually Shi Qing who was defeated and felt the stifling feeling of having no one to help him.

Now that it was Jiang Liye’s turn, he realised how unbearable it was.

He glared hatefully at the curtain that obscured the scene inside, before sitting down heavily and pouring himself a cup of wine.

What was Shi Qing so proud of?

In order to oppose Jiang Liye, he went so far as to make Jiang Bieyu his boytoy.

That guy, who didn’t have beautiful features or a soft body.

There was nothing to be happy about.

Pei!

But no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise, he couldn’t help but imagine Shi Qing triumphantly touching Jiang Bieyu’s face and humiliating him like he was Jiang Liye.

—Bang!

Young Master Jiang forcefully threw the cup away and ate the pastry with a grim face.

Jiang Liye was about to die of anger at the images his mind conjured up.

Yet nothing close to what he was imagining was actually going on inside the curtain.

“Hiss&#k2026;”

As the curtain was not soundproof, the little master could only take in a small breath when his pale toes were hurt from Jiang Bieyu’s careful massage.

His body trembled with pain as the man’s long, slender hands gently kneaded his already reddening toes. He subconsciously shrunk back.

The little master forgot that this wasn’t just any place, it was an entertainment establishment. Thus, the furniture designs here were quite user-friendly.

For example, the bed was a little smaller than the one he normally slept on at home.

As Jiang Bieyu massaged the toes that had gotten hurt after kicking down the screen divider, he ended up corralling Shi Qing onto the bed.

In other words, not only did the little master not manage to avoid the man who had encircled him, he practically threw himself into the other’s arms.

The hand that Jiang Bieyu was massaging him with paused.

With dark eyes, he glanced at Shi Qing who, seemingly unaware, moved his body slightly.

The man opened his mouth.

His voice was still as hoarse and unpleasant as before, but it was quieter so that the people outside couldn’t overhear. “Does it hurt?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

Shi Qing was trying to avoid him while also burrowing himself into his lap. When he heard that question, he reached out and gave Jiang Bieyu a gentle push.

“Why don’t you try kicking that screen then? Do you know how hard I had to endure to not expose myself in front of Jiang Liye?!”

Jiang Bieyu was silent.

Although he was very sure that he wouldn’t hurt his own toes like Shi Qing did, he only looked down like a loyal servant and continued to gently massage the little master’s soft feet with his calloused hands.

His throat was itching from how Shi Qing squirmed himself into his lap, but the little master didn’t seem to notice. As he continued to hurt, not only did he squirm into Jiang Bieyu’s lap, his soft and tender hands even clung to his arms.

They tightened every time it hurt.

Shi Qing didn’t have much strength to begin with, so this didn’t hurt Jiang Bieyu. It only made him more aware of the other’s soft body.

And Shi Qing’s pitiful voice that started to tremble from the pain.

Jiang Bieyu found that he enjoyed hearing Shi Qing speak to him in that soft tone that seemed to be tinged with tears.

Shi Qing was from Jiangnan, so his voice was soft to begin with. When he felt aggrieved, it softened even more.

He sounded delicate, and oh so sweet.

Even though Jiang Bieyu knew that in Shi Qing’s eyes he was just a tool to be used against Jiang Liye, the man couldn’t help but use less force after hearing such a voice.

It wasn’t because his heart had softened.

Rather, he was afraid that if he didn’t control himself at this point, he would imprison this little master in his arms and never let go.

The little master in his arms didn’t even realise that he was trying to hold back. In fact, he made things even worse for himself by slipping his hands into the lapels of the man whose lap he was already in.

When he felt those soft hands touch him, Jiang Bieyu’s whole body stiffened.

[Ding! Jiang Bieyu’s animosity value: 98/100]

The man wasn’t sure how to feel right now. He looked over at the little master who was pretty much taking the initiative to get close with him.

The corners of Shi Qing’s eyes were still slightly red. He was obviously holding back tears during the massage just now. Due to this, his pretty face seemed a bit pitiful.

Even though his hands were touching Jiang Bieyu indecently, it was hard to hold it against him due to the pitiful expression on that fair and tender face.

What’s more, despite his lewd actions, Shi Qing’s attitude remained quite righteous.

He patted and slapped Jiang Bieyu in a manner that reminded him of a butcher he once saw on the streets.

The butcher kept a herd of pigs. When he was going to kill one of them, he would always pat each one to see which was fatter.

Whenever the butcher saw a pig that met his standards, his expression would show his satisfaction. He would smile as he continued to pat it.

Now, the little master’s eyes were full of satisfaction as he patted along the man’s shirt. But his hands didn’t stop just yet. Instead, they landed on the man’s toned and bouncy pecs and brushed them repeatedly like a toy.

Jiang Bieyu could see the casualness in his eyes.

Shi Qing didn’t feel like he was doing anything wrong in the slightest.

After all, he was the master and Jiang Bieyu was the servant.

Technically speaking, Jiang Bieyu could only be considered his personal property.

What’s wrong with a master touching his own property?

As for whether this property wanted to be touched or not…

Who really cared?

The man’s eyes were slightly downcast. His cold, hard face made him look aloof and solemn, but this look that could scare the maidservants into shrinking back had no effect on the Shi family little master.

He continued to happily and even diligently take advantage of the man.

It was as if he was unaware of how much trouble his soft, tender hands were causing Jiang Bieyu.

For Jiang Bieyu, those hands weren’t picking out pork.

They were lighting fires everywhere.

His body, especially his abs, tensed slightly as he quietly asked, “What are you doing?”

“Can’t you see?”

The little master’s reply was particularly crisp, “I’m touching you.”

The man’s eyes almost immediately darkened a few shades.

He looked at Shi Qing, who was very straightforward and seemingly oblivious to the concept of keeping his hands and feet to himself. His eyes gradually became mocking.

Sure enough.

This Young Master Shi is just good looking on the outside.

Inside, he’s no different from the others in the room.

Jiang Bieyu shifted slightly. His expression was the same as before, but it seemed colder now.

Grasping the youth’s slender wrists, he guided them downwards.

He said sweetly, “It’s better to touch here.”

But Shi Qing shook off his hand.

The pampered little master gave him a puzzled look. After getting rid of his shackles, he smoothly returned to the man’s firm and strong chest.

A gentle patting session followed.

Finally, with eyes full of satisfaction, he concluded, “You have such a good body. You’ll definitely look very good in the set of clothes I drew earlier.”

As he said this, he looked down at his own body with barely concealed envy.

Because of his young age and his pampered upbringing, the little master could only be described in three words.

Soft, tender and delicate.

In short, his whole body was like a piece of the tenderest water tofu. It was soft and smooth and not cold and hard anywhere.

Sigh.

Shi Qing leaned into the man’s arms. He turned back slightly and touched Jiang Bieyu’s cold, hard cheek. “Eat more from now on so your body will become even sturdier. Before I grow up like you, I’ll let you have the honour of wearing the clothes I designed.”

Only then did Jiang Bieyu suddenly realise that Shi Qing didn’t feel that way towards him. He was just envious of his figure.

He couldn’t say how he felt about that.

In any case, he wasn’t really happy.

Now that he knew he was overthinking things, Jiang Bieyu didn’t make any more unnecessary movements. He continued to massage Shi Qing’s injured toes as if he was the most loyal servant in the world.

He was so gentle and attentive that when Shi Qing lay in a daze, he actually fell asleep in the man’s arms.

Only then did Jiang Bieyu, who had been silent since the beginning, pause.

He looked at the little master who was sleeping sweetly without any of his usual arrogance.

In his heart, a hint of greed gradually rose up.

Shi family’s little master has been pampered since he was born. From the tips of his feet to the strands of his hair, every part was nurtured to be soft and delicate. Plus, he always looked arrogant when he was awake.

But when he fell asleep, his always contrary eyes were hidden. His delicateness from being spoiled seemed to find another outlet.

In this chaotic world, it would be nice to own such a canary.

How wonderful it would be to have someone as small and delicate as him jumping around and chirping inside a cage.

[Ding! Jiang Bieyu’s animosity value: 95/100]

Jiang Bieyu didn’t continue this line of thought. He calmly lowered his eyes and started steadily massaging Shi Qing’s feet again.