Chen Ju immediately squatted down and avoided Jiang Zhou’s hand. He barely held the plate and said: “I’ll leave after you finish eating!”
Jiang Zhou coldly lowered his gaze, looked at Chen Ju’s round hair, let out a light snort from his nose, and said: “Chen Ju, can’t you pretend anymore? Your true nature is finally revealed.”
Chen Ju froze, not understanding what Jiang Zhou meant.
Jiang Zhou did not rush Chen Ju to leave either. He crossed over and pulled a chair to sit down, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and leisurely smoked it. His sharp gaze pierced through the lingering smoke, looking at Chen Ju like a beast that preyed on the dark.
“What? It’s not enough to have another man, and you still want me to bully you?” Jiang Zhou reeked of wine, and his words became sharp blades, cutting indiscriminately at Chen Ju.
Chen Ju finally regained his senses, stood up, and quickly explained: “I, I haven’t …”
“Haven’t slept with another man?” Jiang Zhou stood up, took a harsh drag of the cigarette and walked up to Chen Ju. He grabbed his waist tightly, and in the process of tugging, the tray scattered to the ground. “Tell me, what trick you wanna play? Who did you bet with? What’s the wager this time?”
Chen Ju didn’t understand what Jiang Zhou was talking about. The pungent smell of smoke came to his face, causing him to cough as he pushed Jiang Zhou with his hands.
“Jiang Zhou, the meal, the food fell.” He reminded aloud, it was a pity that those meals had not been eaten yet.
Jiang Zhou narrowed his eyes dangerously, gripping Chen Ju’s neck from behind and pulling him close before forcefully kissing him.
Calling it a kiss would be misleading, as it was no different from a wild beast’s bite. In no time, Chen Ju’s mouth was bitten open, and the sweet, bloody taste spread between their mouths.
“It hurts… Jiang Zhou, it hurts…” Chen Ju struggled, wanting to push Jiang Zhou away. Back in high school, Jiang Zhou had kissed him like this before, but it was a punishment because he had followed Jiang Zhou without permission.
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“What are you pretending for?” Jiang Zhou had drunk a lot of alcohol, and his cold facade had disappeared. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what to do to sign a lover’s contract. Otherwise, why do you think I gave you so much money?”
Chen Ju opened his eyes, and the round orbs turned red. His eyelashes curled up moistly, but even so, he didn’t cry.
Staring at Jiang Zhou’s face for a few seconds, the bewildered expression on Chen Ju’s face gradually dissipated. He slowly lowered his eyes, clenched his fingers, and said with a trembling voice: “I’m sorry, let’s do it again.”
Jiang Zhou looked at the man in front of him, his cold eyes clouded by alcohol intoxication. He released his grip, sat back in the chair, unbuttoned two buttons, and said lightly: “You come up yourself.”
Chen Ju’s body trembled, and his fingers clenched and then loosened again. He walked over step by step, until he was right in front of Jiang Zhou, who impatiently pulled him down and made him sit on his lap.
“Take off your clothes.” Jiang Zhou’s eyes didn’t have any waves, as if he was facing a priced commodity.
Chen Ju’s eyelashes trembled slightly. Without any resistance, he obediently raised his hand and unzipped his cotton coat. After taking off the coat, he wanted to put it on the table but was pulled over by Jiang Zhou, who threw it on the ground without a trace of pity.
“Hurry up, I don’t like waiting.” Jiang Zhou said impatiently.
Chen Ju hesitated for a moment, lowered his head, and continued to take off the rest of his clothes. The next thing was a cotton vest, followed by a worn-out sweater with loose threads, and there were still more layers of clothes even after taking off the sweater.
Jiang Zhou’s brows furrowed tightly, his temper flaring up. He didn’t intend to wait for the man to undress himself. He grabbed the man’s waist, lifted him up and threw him onto the bed next to him.
As Chen Ju was thrown onto the bed, he felt dizzy for a while. As his vision cleared, he saw the alcohol-filled Jiang Zhou pressing down on top of him.
The man tore off his white shirt with one hand and tossed it aside, revealing his well-built muscles. The warm breath mixed with tobacco and alcohol smell rushed towards Chen Ju, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.
Jiang Zhou’s gaze looked like that of a stranger, as if he had never known him before. Panic immediately filled his chest.
So scared, some unpleasant memories rushed out one after another from the depths of his mind. Chen Ju closed his eyes tightly, and his entire body became tense, his small face turning deathly pale.
Jiang Zhou pressed him closer, planting kisses one after another. When he kissed the corner of the man’s eye, he noticed tears streaming down. He stopped his actions.
Chen Ju’s body tensed up, his eyes shut, crying silently. Tears rolled down his cheeks, landing on the bed sheet.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Zhou got up, sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, took a drag, and said coldly: “Get lost, I don’t have a fetish for dead fish.”
Chen Ju sat up on the bed, but was so flustered that he fell to the ground. He accidentally kicked over a row of wine bottles, his body still trembling. Ignoring everything, he wiped his eyes with his sleeves and didn’t glance at Jiang Zhou again. He fled from this nightmarish place as if to escape.
Jiang Zhou finished smoking and continued to drink. He didn’t know how much time had passed when he finally opened his eyes and found it was already bright outside.
He had actually spent the whole night sitting on the floor. Rubbing his throbbing head, Jiang Zhou reached out to pitch up his phone, but his fingers touched something soft. He lowered his gaze and saw a white cotton coat. Next to it, an old-fashioned cotton vest and a frayed red sweater were scattered on the ground.
Jiang Zhou frowned, staring at the clothes on the ground. As he pondered, he suddenly remembered some broken memories.
Chen Ju had been here yesterday. Because he was drunk, he forced him. Jiang Zhou pinched his brows; it seemed that before anything started, Chen Ju began to cry.
Jiang Zhou stood up and made a call to the front desk. Shortly after, a waiter brought clothes, and he took a hot shower. After dressing neatly, Secretary Liu also arrived.
He stood respectfully outside the door, waiting for Jiang Zhou’s orders.
Jiang Zhou walked out of the room, glanced at the man standing at the door, handed over the bag in his hand, and said: “Give him back the clothes.”
Secretary Liu only remembered who Jiang Zhou was talking about and hesitated for a moment before replying, “Alright, boss.”
After finishing the meeting and dealing with some urgent matters, it was night again. Jiang Zhou glanced at his phone and called Secretary Liu in.
“Have you returned the clothes?” Jiang Zhou asked.
Secretary Liu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said, “Not yet, Mr. Chen’s phone is unreachable.”
Jiang Zhou’s actions halted, and he raised his eyes, frowning. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
“Boss has been very busy. I have already sent someone to find out where Mr. Chen is staying, and I’m prepared to personally deliver it,” Secretary Liu quickly replied.
Jiang Zhou put down the pen in his hand and tapped the tabletop with his fingers a few times, saying “Give me the clothes, and I’ll take them over.”
A hint of surprise flashed in Secretary Liu’s eyes, and then he said, “Alright, boss.”
Really not liking Jiang Zhou. Nearly r*pung him and bringing an apparent trauma to the front and thinking that trauma was consensual (I infer this from the “another man” comment he made.
Thanks for the chapter(s). (I think)
Bro is always jumping up to delusions, just cuz someone else picked up the phone he immediately assumed that Chen Ju had a certain relationship with that man? Can’t wait to see him when he realizes his mistakes!
I’m hoping that if sex happens it’s after all the events described in the novel sinopsis. It’s just not going to feel consensual at all if it happens before this contract is over.
True that.
I’m praying for my Chen Ju he doesn’t deserve this!! 😭 Jiang Zhou is just awful, I don’t know how he thought up that whole plot in his head from one phone call!
My heart aches for chen ju more and more in every chapter 😭 how is this poor cinnamon roll arrogant in any way? What he did back in the past didn’t seem arrogant to me at all, but more like a naughty youth
Err…what are these “unpleasant memories” that got triggered as soon as a scary man held Chen Ju down with evil intent? Sounds like Chen Ju’s past might be worse then I thought…
I was thinking the same thing… :,(
the power domination tag is so true. this damned rapist, if he’s like this just in the 25th chapter then idk what our chen ju will have to suffer in the future
What I find the saddest was that when Jiang Zhou said “why do you think the payment is so high?”, Chen Ju started politely undressing. He didn’t ask about the contract, didn’t start blaming him or acting wronged, he just accepted his fate. It is just very sad.
The more we learn about CJ and JZ past the more convinced I am that JZ misunderstood CJ intentions. JZ must have thought that CJ didn’t have any feelings for him and was just playing pranks and mocking him, which is kinda stupid because why would a guy that’s supposedly been pranking you since your school days still do so in adulthood, especially when you are in a position of power and he isn’t???