WP Chapter 59

Over the past few years, that man surnamed Zhou had used his job to benefit himself more than a few times. The reason Jiang Yibai insisted he use his main Weibo account to issue a public apology was precisely because they had dug up his glittering verified profile. Zhou was actually a minor internet celebrity. His profile photo had been run through so many filters and edits it no longer resembled a real person. He posted about makeup products, gave beauty tips and home organization hacks, occasionally uploaded cute pet pictures, and advertised pet supplies. He barely qualified as a lifestyle influencer.

Zhou was seething but dared not lash out. What happened to Zheng Yu loomed over him. No matter how cocky he had once been, he was still just an ordinary guy. He could pick on the weak, but when it came to clashing head-on, he would always be the first to fold.

Call the cops? Not when Jiang Yibai had dirt on him. Even if he didn’t, Zheng Yu might drag him down with him out of spite, and then the two of them could continue being cellmates. Settle with money? Zhou had blown through as much as he saved over the years and had no real cash on hand. If Jiang Yibai really did press charges, even if he managed to stay out of jail, he would not be able, or willing to pay the fine. And if Jiang Yibai made enough noise, once the company found out he had used his job to smear others and prop up his own brand, he would be finished either way.

After weighing his options, agreeing to Jiang Yibai’s terms seemed to be the only viable choice.

A week later, the fandom was in chaos again.

Everyone watching from the sidelines was completely lost.

“Wait, that guy apologized to Jiang Luanyu? What’s going on? I don’t get it.”

“Who even is he? Never heard of him.”

“I checked. Just some marketing account. Totally random.”

“I give it three minutes. Someone tell me who he is and what the hell happened!”

Moments later, Jiang Luanyu reposted the apology Weibo. Then Si reposted Jiang Luanyu’s post.

The fandom exploded. Nobody cared who the guy was. All that mattered was that the drama was juicy. Peak entertainment.

Jiang Luanyu’s comments were flooded with question marks. Some people were sending congratulations through the confusion. Others started speculating wildly. “Was there a mistress involved?” Everyone rushed over to the marketing account’s page, took one look, and collectively lost it.

“He looks like a damn peacock!”

“Someone get the chicken coop ready!”

“Oh my god, we must’ve uncovered the truth!”

“You dared make a move on my Jiang? My queen has a hundred and eighty ways to kill you… in bed!”

“!!! Please kill me, Jiang Luanyu!”

“Chicken coop warning to the comment above!”

The peanut gallery in Jiang Yibai’s comment section burst out laughing. Everyone was just here for the entertainment, and the mood remained lighthearted, with no sour voices to spoil the fun.

Over on Si Shaorong’s Weibo, however, things were eerily calm.

“I think… Great Master Si has bent.”

“Shhh. You know, I know, heaven and earth know, but we must not speak it aloud.”

“The fourth wall broke again… Forget it. I’m tired of saying it.”

“Wait, was that marketing account really the third party???”

“Stay calm. Eat your melon in silence or Great Master Si will come out and clarify again.”

“The wind is really strong today.”

“This melon tastes really sour.”

“Meekly asking for a new story update. whimpers”

Si Shaorong scrolled through his feed, somewhere between laughing and crying, thoroughly grasping the chaotic emotional range of his own readers. Thankfully, Zhen Zhen had his back this time. Soon, other authors and collaborators began reposting as well, indirectly helping to clear things up.

Nian Gao was the most straightforward of them all. She reposted Jiang Luanyu’s Weibo and wrote bluntly, “Baseless rumors deserve to die.”

Zhou, at least, had worked in marketing long enough to know that before things spiraled further, he needed to throw out some bait and shift attention. Half an hour later, he began mobilizing his troll accounts, steering the conversation toward the flirtatious tone between Si Shaorong and Jiang Yibai, and riding the wave to hype up Jiang Yibai’s new story.

Zhen Zhen instantly recognized the shift in public sentiment. But this was within her plan all along. She had already intended for Si Shaorong and Jiang Yibai to play up their chemistry just enough to sell some shipbait. So she turned a blind eye and let them keep going. After all, free marketing was still marketing.

A few days later, the rumors took on a life of their own. New versions kept popping up, each more outrageous than the last.

Jiang Luanyu had supposedly been slandered for plagiarism and promiscuity, when in fact he was devoted and gentle, rumored to be a music teacher with a beautiful singing voice. One author claimed that Si had met him once at an offline event and fallen in love at first sight. A former editor said the mini-celebrity had started the rumors, which infuriated Si so much he hired someone to investigate, leading to the public apology. According to the son of someone’s aunt’s third uncle, the mini-celebrity had even been beaten up. And never mind how Jiang Luanyu liked to argue with fans online. Offscreen, he was said to be fiercely protected by Great Master Si, who hand-fed him at meals, and if he woke up in the morning without seeing Si, he would cry.

According to a cousin’s ex-boyfriend’s sister’s niece, Si was actually part of the underworld, someone who held power in both black and white circles. He was so dominant that he tied Jiang Luanyu to the bed and wouldn’t let him wear clothes or leave it.

Jiang Yibai sprawled on the sofa reading the messages, laughing so hard he was gasping for breath. He rested his bare feet on his boyfriend’s thigh. “Look at this. Now they’re saying you’re the domineering CEO top and I’m the sharp-tongued tsundere bottom.”

Si Shaorong peeled a tangerine for him, feeding him piece by piece with a gentle smile. “Sounds about right.”

“What’s so good about that?” Jiang Yibai narrowed his eyes at him. “Are you asking to be dealt with?”

Si Shaorong smiled without replying, clearly letting his mind wander. Jiang Yibai crawled up, tossed his phone aside, and glared at him. “Virgin boy, looks like you really are asking for it.”

Si Shaorong’s ears flushed red. He stammered, “I’m not…”

Jiang Yibai raised an eyebrow in mock understanding. “So you’re not a virgin anymore. Think you’re something now?”

Si Shaorong opened his mouth to refute, but Jiang Yibai was already leaning in, pushing him down into the couch and kissing him hard.

The kiss, laced with the sweet and tangy flavor of tangerine, left Si Shaorong slightly dazed. He quickly wrapped his arms around him, fingers buried in Jiang Yibai’s hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss into something heavier, more entangled.

For a while, the only sound in the room was that of their lips meeting again and again, wet and sticky, accompanied by low, muffled moans and teasing hums.

Jiang Yibai kissed Si Shaorong until he was breathless. But Si Shaorong was no longer inexperienced. He quickly fought back.

Their tongues twisted and teeth clashed. Neither was willing to give in, both biting and tugging at each other’s lips like they meant to devour one another. The intensity of their battle made their bodies shudder with excitement. Jiang Yibai reached into the waistband of his lounge pants, pulled out his half-hard cock, and began rubbing it against the back of his boyfriend’s hand.

Si Shaorong’s ears turned crimson, his scalp prickling. Shivers of pleasure crackled down his spine. He could feel the hot, throbbing cock sliding against his hand, soon slick with fluid, coating his palm with a sticky mess.

Jiang Yibai grinned wickedly. Si Shaorong could not resist. He lowered his head and gently bit at Jiang Yibai’s Adam’s apple. His hand wrapped around that hard, heated shaft, stroking up and down. His thumb and fingertips smeared the wetness over the swollen tip, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles, while his palm gripped the pink head and kept sliding, tighter and tighter.

“Shhh…” Jiang Yibai’s whole body tensed. He pushed Si Shaorong back slightly, eyes glazed with desire as he looked at him. “Acting all innocent on the outside, but your body’s honest enough.”

Underneath him, Si Shaorong’s cock had grown hard and thick, rubbing insistently against Jiang Yibai’s abdomen. He was slightly larger than him in size, and it was now clearly begging for attention.

Jiang Yibai pointed at it in warning, his meaning obvious. It’s my turn this time. Break the deal again and we’re done.

Si Shaorong stared at the thing in his hand. He swallowed. Jiang Yibai laughed and pushed him back down, kneeling between his legs and taking his cock into his mouth.

The muscles in Si Shaorong’s shoulders and lower back went taut at once. His thighs clenched as wave after wave of heat surged through his abdomen and poured downward. His cock slide into that warm, wet mouth, wrapped in soft suction. Jiang Yibai’s lips bobbed along his shaft while his tongue pressed gently into the slit at the tip, licking deeper and deeper.

“Wait… mmn…” Si Shaorong gasped. It hurt just a little, but the pleasure was so sharp it made his scalp tingle. His calf jerked involuntarily, and his hands tangled in Jiang Yibai’s hair, gripping and tugging without meaning to.

Jiang Yibai seemed to like that spot. One hand gently cupped and fondled his balls while his tongue teased the tiny opening again and again. When a sharp, salty taste spilled out, he licked the corner of his lips, then took the entire cock into his mouth, sucking as he began to move rhythmically.

The waves of heat kept rising, cresting again and again. But just when Si Shaorong was on the edge, Jiang Yibai would slow down, dragging his tongue leisurely along the shaft, sucking slowly.

Si Shaorong’s face was flushed red, breath ragged, his eyes going unfocused as the pressure built. Words he would never normally say slipped from his mouth.

“Faster… hurry… mmn…”

“Wanna come…”

“Jiang Yibai! You’re doing this on purpose… ah…”

Jiang Yibai grinned wickedly, climbed up, and grabbed the lube. He worked it into his boyfriend’s hole, stretching him open. Then he lined up his swollen, hard cock and pushed in slowly.

“Hold it. Don’t you dare come.”

“!!”

Si Shaorong let out short, gasping breaths, and then Jiang Yibai rammed right into that sensitive spot. His vision went white, and he came immediately, body shuddering uncontrollably.

“Couldn’t hold it in?” Jiang Yibai smacked his ass twice, not hard but definitely with intent. “Naughty boy. Time for your punishment.”

“I just came, wait…” Si Shaorong winced, trying to pull away.

Jiang Yibai grabbed him by the waist and dragged him back, slamming into him again, thrusting deep before pulling out “Who the fuck was it before who left me hanging, only caring about his own pleasure?”

Si Shaorong’s mind was spinning. He could barely hear what was being said. Before he could speak, the relentless pleasure came crashing over him again, coursing through his body like an electric current.

Neither of them had the breath to talk anymore. Their bodies were tangled together, thrusting and grinding, their moans mixing in the air. At some point, Jiang Yibai tore the condom off and thrust in bare, groaning as he kissed Si Shaorong while still moving inside him. Strings of saliva slid down their chins as they kissed hungrily, his hand pinning Si Shaorong’s down while folding his legs up against his chest. Every thrust sank deep, grinding mercilessly against that sensitive spot inside, drawing out muffled, breathless moans of pleasure.

“So fucking good… fuck… feels so good… baby, you like that?”

“Gently… go slow… mmn…”

“Weren’t you begging me to go faster just now?” Jiang Yibai laughed, then suddenly dropped his hips and started pounding fast and hard. Si Shaorong lost control of his breath again and was forced to come a second time, body trembling under the force of it.

Sticky cum dripped from the flushed head, pooling on his lower stomach. He lay there exhausted, as if wronged beyond belief. Jiang Yibai spread the white mess over his abs with his palm. The sight made his desire spike again. He licked his fingers, curling his tongue around the streak of cum and sucking it off slowly. Si Shaorong glared at him, but the way his hole involuntarily clenched under that gaze only made Jiang Yibai groan with satisfaction and slam his hips forward again, thrusting deep and hard as he finally came inside.

Afterward, Jiang Yibai bent down to gather the pillows scattered on the floor. Just as he started to get up, Si Shaorong pulled him back down again. Jiang Yibai curled up against his boyfriend’s chest, nuzzling into the warmth.

“Still want more?” Jiang Yibai asked with a teasing smile. “Say the word, and I’ll give you everything you want.”

Si Shaorong’s face was still tinged with a seductive flush, the rims of his eyes slightly red. It was a softness rarely seen from him. Jiang Yibai especially loved moments like this. He loved holding and kneading those hands. To others, they belonged to a cold and aloof Male God who rarely smiled, but in private, they were soft enough to melt from his palm straight into his heart.

Jiang Yibai lifted his boyfriend’s hand and kissed it, then pressed it against his cheek, rubbing it like he was addicted. Si Shaorong’s breathing gradually steadied, and his heartbeat returned to normal. He spoke quietly. “Yibai, come meet my family.”

Jiang Yibai froze for a second, then looked up at him. “When?”

Si Shaorong looked a little nervous. “This month, or next month… is that okay?”

It was already the second time he had brought up meeting the parents. In truth, they had not been together all that long, but thinking back on it, it felt like they had already spent forever together.

When Jiang Yibai fell silent, Si Shaorong couldn’t help propping himself up a little to look at him. “What is it? You… you don’t want to?”

Seeing the dimming light in his eyes, Jiang Yibai felt a twinge in his chest. He quickly rubbed Si Shaorong’s cheek and said, “It’s not that I don’t want to. I’m just worried…”

Jiang Yibai sighed. “We haven’t been together for very long yet. If you suddenly take me home like this, I’m worried I’ll make a bad impression.”

Si Shaorong shook his head at once. “You won’t. They won’t think that.”

“What about you?” Jiang Yibai smiled, eyes narrowing. “What if after a year or two, you get tired of me?”

Si Shaorong froze, and then his face instantly darkened. Jiang Yibai raised both hands in surrender. “I said the wrong thing!”

Si Shaorong pressed his lips together, climbed off the couch completely naked, and headed toward the bathroom without looking back. His voice was frosty. “You still don’t trust me.”

“No, I…” Jiang Yibai’s gaze landed on the marks he had left across his boyfriend’s body. Under the lighting, the hickeys stood out even more clearly, and he couldn’t help feeling a sense of pride.

Forcing down the new surge of arousal, he shamelessly followed him into the bathroom, stepping under the warm spray to watch the man in front of him.

Si Shaorong refused to look at him, though his ears and face were burning red. He knew exactly what state his body was in back there.

He was embarrassed and annoyed, scrubbing himself with difficulty while turned away. Jiang Yibai took one look at that pitifully aggrieved expression and instantly melted. He felt like his whole soul was dripping down into a puddle on the floor.

He gently but firmly took the showerhead from his boyfriend’s hand and leaned in. “Let me wash you.”

Si Shaorong closed his eyes and wouldn’t look at him.

Jiang Yibai kissed his shoulder, carefully helping him clean up while watching his expression. His voice was husky, tinged with heat. “That’s not what I meant. It’s not that I don’t trust you. I’m just… scared.”

Si Shaorong braced both hands against the wall. His body tensed, shoulder blades outlined in sharp, beautiful curves. He didn’t say a word.

Silence spread between them, the steam blurring their faces but making every inch of skin they touched even more sensitive.

Jiang Yibai licked his lips. His body was already reacting. He lowered his voice, pleading softly, “Baby, I want you again.”

The moment Si Shaorong heard that, his knees went weak. Jiang Yibai wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close and pressing their wet bodies together.

“I’m sorry,” Jiang Yibai breathed heavily against his ear. “If you’re still mad, you can fuck me dead on the bed later, alright? My domineering CEO?”

Si Shaorong couldn’t help laughing and crying at the same time. He stifled a moan in his throat and said, “I’ll ask you one last time. Are you going to meet them or not?”

Jiang Yibai let out a long sigh and gave in. “I’ll go. Whatever my baby says, I’ll do.” He felt like a dim-witted emperor who had been completely conquered by his seductive consort.

That night, an update “About Me and the Male God” was posted. It described in great detail how a domineering CEO top was ruthlessly handled and pinned down in the bathroom by his sharp-tongued, temperamental bottom. The readers were not buying it at all.

“The more someone insists they’re a top, the more likely they’re a bottom.”

“Wisdom from the floor above.”

“Sexy Jiang Yibai, picking a fight online again.” This was followed by a tag to Si Shaorong’s Weibo.

“Fuck off. I’m stanning a real person and you’re stuffing me with a rarepair? I will die on this hill. Jiang Yibai is the top!”

“Why are you wearing Pinru’s clothes?”

“This rarepair buff is for life. But! At least I have the author himself feeding us fresh content!”

“Now that you put it that way… it actually kind of makes sense.”

“Truly the happiest rarepair fandom. I’m so fucking jealous.”