Xiao Bao had been staying here for about four or five days, yet this was the first time
he knew what it looked like outside.
Though it paled in comparison to his lavish Jin Mansion, the pavilions and towers
were meticulously grand, exuding a distinct style reminiscent of Huai En's.
With Youying leading the way, Xiao Bao suddenly asked, "Where's your young
master?"
"The young master..."Youying carefully chose his words, "has returned."
"Returned where?"
"It's inconvenient for Jin Young Master to know,"Youying replied indifferently.
Xiao Bao glared at him from behind, "Who exactly is your young master?"
Ying glanced back at him but remained silent.
So, it's inconvenient to know, huh? Hmph.
Xiao Bao fell silent too, thinking to himself that he'd go to the number one information broker in the jianghu, throw a few tens of thousands of silver at him, and dig up everything about your ancestors.
Once he finds out exactly who that little demoness is, whether she's someone to
mess with, and to what extent, then he could slowly plan his revenge. Damn it, deciding whether she's someone he could provoke was set in stone; after all, this was the golden behind of the Jin Money Gang's young master.
Did you really think it was an ant's nest, that you could just poke it and then everything would be peaceful once you ran away? Watch me not kill you.
Despite such vicious thoughts, Xiao Bao secretly looked forward to seeing Huai En
again. He couldn't articulate his feelings, thinking it quite despicable of himself to be
plotting revenge, giving himself an out, ultimately claiming a moral victory.
Quickly, Xiao Bao started planning to head home and pick out a few good-looking boys to train some unique skills, unafraid of not being able to discipline that brat thoroughly.
Xiao Bao was startled when he saw Zhao Cai and Jin Bao, both with bruised faces,
rushing at him like dogs spotting meat buns.
"What... What happened?" Xiao Bao felt pity; these two dog servants were his men.
Who had beaten them up like this? He thought, aside from his father, who else could have done this?
The two hesitated, giving him a look of grievance.
"Alright, alright, I got it." Xiao Bao felt guilty. If he hadn't been disobedient, insisting on finding a "wife" and rushing to save someone from fire and water, would
these two dog servants have ended up like this? Moreover, would he have suffered
that fate? Thinking it over, it was deserved, indeed!
Feeling somewhat remorseful, Xiao Bao gently touched their faces, "I'm sorry, guys.
I promise I won't run off recklessly next time."
Tears streamed down their faces as they hugged him and started wailing, "Young
master, it's okay for us to take a beating, but don't scare us like that. We thought
something had happened to you.
When we arrived at the riverbank, all we saw was blood and a pile of torn clothes. Young master, you almost scared us to death!!!"
Xiao Bao patted their shoulders, comforting them while pondering about the blood
and torn clothes, wondering if the two idiots had thought of something they shouldn't
have.
After their crying subsided, they began inspecting Xiao Bao's body, "Young master,
are you hurt? Where are you injured?"
Xiao Bao pushed them away, waving his hand, "It's nothing serious, just some minor
injuries. They've mostly healed in the past two days."
The two looked at him suspiciously, nodding. Zhao Cai asked, "What about Miss
Zheng?"
"Miss Zheng... ah..." Xiao Bao gritted his teeth, "alive...!!"
Both seemed puzzled by their master's expression. Jin Bao, noticing the person
standing behind Xiao Bao, gasped in surprise.
Xiao Bao, looking for a way to change the subject, said, "What's wrong? Does it
hurt? Let me blow on it for you?"
Zhao Cai turned toYouying, asking the same question, "Do you have a twin brother?"
Ying, too impatient to explain, urgently asked, "Have you seen my brother? Where is he?"
Jin Bao, somewhat naively, nodded, saying earnestly, "He's on my bed."
Zhao Cai rolled his eyes and slapped Jin Bao's head hard, "Can you just not talk?" It
wasn't Zhao Cai's fault for thinking impurely; after all, having been with their young
master for so many years, what hadn't they experienced? Words spoken without
intention could be taken differently by those with intentions.
Jin Bao felt aggrieved, "What's wrong? No hitting the head."
The other two present, one having just witnessed an illicit male-male act and the
other having just experienced it firsthand, were somewhat sensitive to such matters.
Their faces turned ashen, and as if by telepathy, they exchanged glances then turned away in unison, both knowing they had thoroughly disgusted each other.
Jin Bao never realized what he said wrong, but based on past experiences, he knew
that keeping quiet after Zhao Cai told him to would never be wrong.
Zhao Cai cleared his throat and bowed, "Esteemed sir, our brother was severely
injured and unconscious that day, so we brought him back to our mansion for
treatment, hoping that once he woke up, he could help us locate our young master.
He's still unconscious, but the doctor assured us his life is not in danger, and he
should wake up in a few days."
Ying's normally stoic face suddenly lit up with excitement, "I cannot thank you
enough; I will send people with you to Jin Mansion to retrieve my brother."
Xiao Bao rolled his eyes at him, thinking there was indeed no need for thanks.
Watch, there'll never be thanks in the future either. It's as if we, the Jin family, owe
you all; you're just like your master, a thankless wretch, born without the concept of gratitude.
Well, let's just consider it as the Jin Mansion performing acts of mercy. On the way back, Xiao Bao finally returned to his role as the grand young master of the Jin family, lounging comfortably in the spacious and luxurious carriage, lying on a soft mattress, with servants diligently attending to him.
Even as Xiao Bao occasionally teased and acted inappropriately towards them, they would blush and dare not utter a word, making Xiao Bao's mood soar.
He decided to take some days to recuperate in Suzhou and then visit Qingyuan Tower to have a three hundred rounds battle with
Xiao Meng and Su Yin, to mend his bruised ego. Thinking of their soft, warm bodies
and enchanting allure, Xiao Bao couldn't help but eagerly anticipate being next to the
beauties immediately.
Caught in thoughts of teasing and flirting with beauties, imagining them gasping
beneath him, Xiao Bao's mind suddenly swapped Xiao Meng's radiant face with Huai
En's.
The blush on Huai En's cheeks, his creamy skin, and the cascade of black hair
falling like a waterfall, the intoxicatingly passionate and wild look in his moments of
fervor, instantly set Xiao Bao's body ablaze with desire.
Xiao Bao, terrified by the reactions of his body, wished he could plunge into ice-cold
water.
He sent the maids outside the carriage, his hand venturing below to stroke himself,
his mind flooded with images of Huai En, even recalling his flat chest and the very
weapon that once tormented him. Far from being deterred, his desire only flamed
higher. Xiao Bao sped up his movements, his breaths becoming sporadic moans until,
with a final thrust, he released.
Panting heavily and drenched in sweat, his lust cooled, and clarity returned to his
mind. Realizing he had climaxed to the thought of Huai En, he wanted to bash his
head against the wall.
This was beyond salvation; what had become of him?
For once in his life, Xiao Bao began to seriously introspect.
Could it be that he had truly fallen for a man, to the extent that the gender no longer mattered? His physical wounds had nearly healed, and Xiao Bao, who typically
forgot the pain once the wounds healed, found his anger towards Huai En fading.
Xiao Bao did have his virtues, one being his ability to console himself, ensuring he
always lived happily. He attributed unexplainable phenomena to fate's cruel jest.
So now, he marveled at the irony of fate; he had fallen for a man.
Though initially furious—betrayed emotionally and physically by this person, akin to a tyrant's deed, the epitome of hooliganism, and worst of all, left without any accountability. Not that marriage was an option between men, but the indifference
was unbearable.
Reflecting on Huai En's cold indifference, Xiao Bao felt both wronged and sad.
He had never been allowed to feel wronged or sad before, and even if he did, he had
ways to vent. After all, who was he to feel such emotions? The resolution to his
grievances and sadness lay only with Huai En.
Thus, he plotted revenge, determined to turn the tables on Huai En. Yet, that wasn't
enough; he realized he quite liked Huai En, unable to sever ties despite everything.
Embracing the trend, he fancied the idea of claiming Huai En as his, knowing well he
couldn't make him his wife but vowing to treat him exceptionally well for life.
Circling back to the crux of the matter, Xiao Bao's immediate priority was clear: he
had to conquer Huai En, to assert his masculinity.
Kipzi - "I can fix him"