EWH 21

Yang Lu’s face didn’t look great. “Are you serious…? That can’t be… Xu-ge’s always careful… he wears a condom every time…”

Yang Moshou let out a heavy sigh. “You just don’t get it. I’m a doctor. We studied this stuff in school. Penile cancer isn’t contagious, but syphilis definitely is. Even if he wears a condom, if the other person’s fluids carry the virus and it drips onto the perineum, it can still spread. Haven’t you heard oral sex can transmit it too? Wearing a condom doesn’t do shit.”

Yang Lu looked at him with pity. “And he still came after you…”

“That’s why I said I’m the unlucky one…” Yang Moshou rubbed his eyes until they turned red. “What do I do, cousin? Can you save me, just once? I really don’t want to catch an STD. He’s such a freak, he even chased me to my house just to fuck me…”

Yang Lu broke out in goosebumps. “Xu-ge forced you? What’s he even into? I mean, you’re pretty average…”

That last line rubbed Yang Moshou the wrong way, but he didn’t show it. He just rolled his eyes. “I wonder the same thing. Maybe he’s had too much heavy flavor and wanted to try something milder for a change.”

Then he warned him, “Don’t tell anyone I said this behind his back. I’m just speculating on the penile cancer based on symptoms. He hasn’t gotten checked, so it’s not confirmed. But syphilis, that’s for sure. Just quietly spread the word to the other brothers so they keep their distance. But don’t let Xu-ge find out. If he does, I’m screwed. And you might get dragged down with me, cousin.”

Yang Lu snorted. “You think I’m stupid? Like I’d go shouting about this in public. Still, poor Xu-ge. Took him forever to wake up from being a vegetable, only to end up with this shit…”

Yang Moshou opened the mini fridge and peeked inside. “He was probably horny as hell after lying there for two years. By the way, I’m actually his massage therapist. The moment he woke up and left the hospital, he sent his guys to kidnap me while I was eating rice noodles. Took me home and raped me. My first time, and it went to a syphilitic maniac. Just thinking about it makes me wanna cry…”

Yang Lu tried to comfort him. “Don’t be too upset. Xu-ge isn’t the type to stick around. Who knows, maybe he’ll lose interest in a few days.”

Hearing that actually made Yang Moshou feel a bit down. He took a lychee from the fridge. “Can I eat this? Food helps with my mood.”

Yang Lu smiled. “Go ahead. Hell, if you wanted a ginseng fruit, I’d scour the streets to find one for you.”

Yang Moshou closed the fridge and sat down to peel the lychee. “Why? Because I saved your asses?”

“Not quite,” Yang Lu shook his head. “Xu-ge actually seems to like you right now. It’s rare to see him wait around for someone like this.”

Yang Moshou held the lychee meat between his lips. “Seriously?”

Yang Lu nodded. “So, can that illness of his be cured? Cancer and all… it’s not terminal, is it?”

“Not necessarily. It’s not that severe either. Depending on the tumor’s location and stage, surgery and chemo should be enough. He might need a partial removal or something. At worst, it shrinks a little. The most serious case is ending up castrated, but it’s not like he’d just drop dead.”

Yang Lu’s mouth went dry hearing all this. Just as he was about to say something, his phone suddenly rang.

He picked up, and his face going stiff.

“Xu ge… it’s me…”

Yang Moshou nearly choked on the lychee, swallowing it whole without even chewing.

Yang Lu stood up. “Got it. I’ll call him down now.”

After hanging up, Yang Lu glanced at Yang Moshou. “Xu-ge’s heading down right away. You should go wait for him in the lobby.”

Yang Moshou got to his feet. “You’re not coming?”

Yang Lu hesitated. The thought of Xu Wanhe having syphilis made him nervous. “Nah, I’ll pass. I’m not exactly one of his guys anyway. Just head out, take a right, and the elevator’s right there.”

Yang Moshou exchanged a few polite words before stepping out.

On the way, he kept thinking, this shady bastard Xu really had no shame. Not even his underlings were off-limits. With how filthy he was, it was honestly a miracle he hadn’t caught STDs. Lucky bastard.

Still filled with resentment, he rode the elevator down. When he finally reached the ground floor and stepped out with his head low, he bumped full-on into a young guy.

Yang Moshou rubbed his forehead and looked up. “Yang Lu?”

But something felt off the moment he said it.

Forget the clothes, even though this guy looked a bit like Yang Lu, he was much taller, a lot darker, and most importantly, there was nothing under his eye.

The young man’s pupils were pitch black, with a hard gleam like gravel.

He didn’t even look at Yang Moshou.

Yang Moshou followed his gaze and turned around. From the other elevator, several people were stepping out, surrounding a tall, dark-skinned man in the center with a nasty look on his face.

Xu Wanhe had a cigarette in his mouth, brow raised ever so slightly.

One of the lackeys quickly stepped forward to pull Yang Moshou over.

The young man curled his lips, casually greeting him.

“Xu-ge.”

Standing next to Xu Wanhe, Yang Moshou noticed his eyes were fixed on that guy.

Cold and bitter, filled with unmistakable disgust.

But his voice was calm. “Isn’t that Xiao Shen.”

Shen Han smiled politely but didn’t respond. He turned and walked into the elevator.

Yang Moshou couldn’t help but sigh. “Damn, that guy’s hot…”

Xu Wanhe exploded, grabbed him by the collar and yanked him out. “Hot your fucking mother!”

Yang Moshou clutched his throat, gasping for air.

He was just about to complain about the foul language, but the moment he caught a glimpse of that flash of bright yellow peeking out from Xu Wanhe’s pant leg, he instantly forgave him.