21 2.8 (1/2)

Feng Kuo covered the half-hour distance between their offices within four minutes and urgently locked a tipsy Ren Yijun into the passenger seat. The young man curled up sideways on the passenger seat to better appreciate the handsome, shadowy face in the dark car. A little aroused, Chen Yu licked his lips and loosened his tie. Glimpsing the young man's unconstrained actions out of the corner of his eyes, Feng Kuo almost lost control, desperate to suck on the glistening lips, bite the delicious collarbones peeking through, stroke the beautiful lines.

In an attempt to distract himself, he cleared his throat and asked, ”Jun, did you drink by yourself?”

Ren Yijun narrowed his starry eyes at the question, shedding his usual politeness to reveal his short temper. Curling his lip, he scorned, ”Don't act like an old fogey, Uncle Kuo.”

The pointed reference to his age struck a blow, but it did help Feng Kuo calm down enough to safely arrive at his penthouse. Having parked, he nipped that harsh mouth punishingly then swept the light body up, wrapping the slender legs around his hips.

They both entered his apartment panting, and he skillfully lay the young man down on the black leather couch, ready to eat him up at last. But just when he was about to strip off the irksome shirt, he heard Jun murmur, ”Uncle Kuo, will you really help me if I sleep with you? You won't betray me?”

Feng Kuo froze, then a cynical expression crossed his face. What had he expected, that Ren Yijun wouldn't be so cheap?

Sitting up, he grasped the Macallan that Ren Yijun had been holding and took a swig. Once the alcohol's bitterness drowned out his irritation, he smashed his lips onto the other man's and fiercely kissed him. Only when the young man struggled to move away did he pause and agree, ”Sure, pet. But let's discuss your price after I find out how much you're worth, okay?” He didn't give him a chance to refuse, rapidly stripping his clothes and exposing the lean muscles and smooth skin.

Chen Yu nearly walked out at the sleazy line, but he suppressed himself for the big picture. Besides, he needed some relief as well. So he gave in to his urges and pulled Feng Kuo closer, thrusting his hips against his hard length.

Because the original Ren Yijun had exercised regularly, his body was fundamentally healthier than the music-obsessed Shao Li's had been. Additionally, after he'd failed to escape from Feng Kuo, Chen Yu had used the system to optimize his physical strength, so that when he finally tossed in bed with Feng Kuo, his style was completely different.

If Shao Li drove Zhao Cui mad with his cute tears and helpless pleas, Ren Yijun incited Feng Kuo's need for dominance through his arrogant attempts to take control. Even when Feng Kuo managed to pin down the flexible waist, he had to grasp the young man's wrists and press his legs open to keep him still. The sex between the two was intense, full of biting, pounding, and teasing taunts to go faster and last longer.

When they finished in the early morning, Feng Kuo leaned against the headboard, pouring the last of the whisky into a shot glass, while Ren Yijun fumblingly dressed himself.

Laughing sardonically, Feng Kuo commented, ”What, you want to leave right away? Let's settle things before you go. You were surprisingly better than I expected, why don't we talk terms for...say, a month?”

Actually, Feng Kuo really was satisfied, he'd never had such an explosive partner. It was just that when he recalled that Ren Yijun was a mere toy like the others before him, he forced himself not to reveal how attracted he was.

Ren Yijun was silent for a moment, making Feng Kuo secretly panic. Was he about to say he regretted it, that he wouldn't be bought? Or did he feel that a month was too long? But the young man simply replied, ”Uncle Kuo, I need an assistant I can trust, do you have anyone I can use?”

Feng Kuo was surprised and somewhat disappointed. He wasn't sure what he'd hoped for, but he had definitely thought that Ren Yijun would ask for money or help with getting rid of his uncle. Well, whatever he wanted, it wasn't a big deal, he could afford it. Having a person on the inside to keep an eye on Ren Yijun would be useful anyway. So he nodded carelessly and arranged one of his older secretaries to report to work at Ren Development Group's headquarters from tomorrow on.

Seeing that Ren Yijun was about to leave, a cold light flashed across Feng Kuo's eyes. ”Pet, remember that you're my property for the next month, don't do anything you shouldn't.”

Chen Yu shot a fierce glare at this and stalked off without a word.

”Ren Yijun...don't say I didn't warn you,” Feng Kuo muttered to himself, then called a driver to send him back.

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At the same time in a small flat some distance from Feng Kuo's penthouse, Ren Anjing and Ren Xiang sat across from Xi Heng, who had been released on bail. Both of their expressions were ugly as they looked through the files in front of them.

”Xi Heng, we drove to your house so early for this? None of these documents are worth anything, they're not about Ren Yijun at all!” Ren Xiang shouted.