RTCBM 2

The sky was just starting to brighten when Mu Yuan woke up and found himself lying in a trash shack with his clothes in disarray. He instinctively reached for his pocket and felt for his wallet. It was still there. At least he hadn’t been robbed.

He could vaguely remember attending a gathering at the Wen family the night before. Later, Wen Shang had invited him to his private place for drinks. He’d been in high spirits, drank too much all at once, and blacked out. As for what happened after that, Mu Yuan couldn’t remember anything at all.

His head felt heavy and ached. He pushed himself off the floor with a stagger and found that his whole body felt like it had been torn apart. His back was sore, his waist weak, and his legs had no strength. The worst was his ass. It burned and stung like it had been ripped open. All he did was get drunk, but his body felt like he had been beaten half to death.

Mu Yuan, who had always been slow on the uptake, didn’t think too deeply about it. He rushed to the roadside and caught a cab back to the Sixth House.

As He Dongying stepped through the doorway, a strong and pungent stench of injury wine hit his nose. The smell was so harsh it made him cough and cover his nose on instinct.

“Fuck!” He pointed at one of the underlings standing nearby. “What the hell are you guys doing?”

“Yingxiong-ge,” the guy called out respectfully, “Boss went out drinking last night and took a few nasty spills. Came back all banged up. First thing this morning he started rubbing on medicated wine. Been at it the whole damn morning.”

“Where is he?” He Dongying asked.

“In his room.”

He Dongying marched straight over. The door was half open and he couldn’t be bothered to knock. He lifted his foot and kicked it open. “You’ve been rubbing yourself all morning and still not done?”

Mu Yuan had been his sworn brother since they were kids, but this was the first time He Dongying had ever seen him lying on the bed with his pants down like that.

He Dongying froze.

Mu Yuan was caught off guard too. He cursed and scrambled to pull up his pants, sitting up on the bed in a hurry. “You just barge in without knocking? Don’t you know what basic manners are?”

“You’re the one who didn’t lock the door.” He Dongying looked at him with a weird expression, lifted his chin, and asked, “What’s up with your ass?”

Mu Yuan waved it off like it was nothing, showing off his big flower tattoo on his arm, speaking with full bravado. “What could be up? Got drunk and fell, that’s all.”

He’d said it too loud. Right after the words left his mouth, the burn in his ass came back like it had torn wide open. He couldn’t help but let out a howl.

He Dongying’s suspicion deepened. “You sure it’s from falling and not because you grew hemorrhoids?”

“I’m not too sure. I tried checking with a mirror, stared for ages, couldn’t figure out a damn thing.” Mu Yuan looked at him, eyes lighting up suddenly. “Hey, how about this. You take a look for me and help apply the medicine too. It’s way too deep, I can’t reach it.”

Mu Yuan finished speaking and immediately turned around to bend over and pull down his pants.

“Fuck!” He Dongying yelled. “Pull your damn pants up. That’s disgusting. Who the hell wants to look at your asshole?”

“I can’t see it myself, that’s why I asked you to help.”

He Dongying rolled his eyes so hard they almost hit the ceiling. “If you’ve got hemorrhoids, go to the hospital and see a proctologist.”

Mu Yuan paused for half a second. Sounded reasonable. If you’re sick, you deal with it early. Instead of rubbing himself with medicated wine like an idiot, might as well turn to modern medicine.

Hemorrhoids weren’t exactly something to brag about. Mu Yuan went behind everyone’s back and secretly registered at the proctology department.

“Doctor, uh… are my hemorrhoids serious? Do I need surgery?”

While lying on the hospital bed getting a digital rectal exam, Mu Yuan turned his head with a bit of worry and asked.

“Ah! That hurts like hell. Doc, can you go easy with your fingers…”

The doctor peeled off the rubber glove and tossed it into the nearby trash bin. “Get up and put your pants back on. I’ll write you a prescription. You can pick up your meds downstairs at the pharmacy.”

Mu Yuan buckled his pants again and kept asking, “Doctor, you still haven’t answered me. Are the hemorrhoids serious or not?”

The doctor, focused on writing the prescription, replied flatly, “You don’t have hemorrhoids. Just be more careful with your sex life. Everything needs moderation. Don’t go overboard.”

“???” Mu Yuan stood there stunned, not understanding a single word of what he just heard.

“What did you say? What sex life?”

The doctor suddenly stopped what he was doing, slowly raised his head, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and gave Mu Yuan a look that was hard to read. “Are you really clueless, or just pretending to be?”

That question only made Mu Yuan even more confused.

“Clueless about what?”

The doctor went quiet for two seconds before speaking again. “The injury down there was caused by intense anal sex. Not hemorrhoids.”

“A… anal sex?”

The doctor was already starting to get annoyed. His words became blunt and crude. “Your ass got fucked.”

“No, I mean… I’ve never had anal sex…”

“You don’t even know what the hell you did with someone else?”

He really didn’t know. He blacked out from drinking that night. Woke up feeling like his ass had been split open. He’d been thinking it was just regular hemorrhoids. Now he was being told someone had fucked him?

“Doctor, that’s kind of a messed-up joke, don’t you think?”

“What do I get out of lying to you?”

Mu Yuan saw how dead serious the doctor looked and his heart skipped a beat. He swallowed hard.

“Doctor… can you check one more time, just to be sure?” Mu Yuan wasn’t ready to accept it. He still refused to believe it.

“I’ve been doing proctology for over thirty years. You think I can’t tell if it’s hemorrhoids or not?” The doctor shoved the printed sheet into Mu Yuan’s hand and pointed toward the door with a wave. “Go get your meds downstairs and head home. Next patient, come in.”

Right then, Luo Yi was bragging to some outsiders about how filial and well-behaved his godson was, when the call from that very godson came in.

Mu Yuan spent some time on the phone making small talk, asking about his godfather’s health and daily life before finally getting to the point. “Goddad, sorry about last night. I didn’t even get a chance to greet you at the family gathering. I left early and went over to Wen Shang’s place to hang out.”

Old Man Luo laughed heartily, completely unconcerned. “No problem. It’s good you young people get along. I used to worry you and Wen Shang wouldn’t click, but turns out you two hit it off. You even stayed over at his place.”

Stayed over? Mu Yuan’s brows furrowed tight.

He cautiously probed, “By the way, godfather, how did you know I stayed the night at his place?”

“This morning I went out for tea with the Wen family. Wen Shang was there too. I casually asked him if you’d spent the night at his place, and he said yes. He even mentioned how passionate and outgoing your personality is. I told them, my godson’s a natural at making friends, gets along with everyone.”

Mu Yuan’s face immediately fell.

“Godfather, do you know where Wen Shang is right now?”

“Nothing much. I just want to invite him out for a meal, get to know each other better.”

That evening, Mu Yuan stormed into Wen Shang’s company with a group of people to settle the score.

He had a short temper, and the moment he walked in, he kicked over a nearby chair and shouted at the top of his lungs, “Where the fuck is that scumbag Wen Shang? Tell him to get the hell out here!”

They tore through the whole office but couldn’t find a trace of him. Mu Yuan started dragging people out one by one for questioning.

Faced with a bunch of violent thugs, Wen Shang’s assistant had no choice but to rat out his boss and hand over the intel.

Wen Shang had an important deal to discuss tonight. He’d arranged to meet a client for dinner at a high-end hotel in the city center.

The moment Mu Yuan got the tip-off, he stormed over to the hotel, seething with rage. No matter how hard the staff tried to stop him, they couldn’t hold him back. He charged straight to the private room, lifted his leg, and kicked the door open with full force.

The lively chatter around the dinner table cut off instantly. Every head turned toward the sudden intruder standing in the doorway.

Mu Yuan stared blankly at Wen Shang seated at the table, then glanced down at the tabletop.
“Fuck your mother!” He cursed out loud and walked straight over. He grabbed an unopened bottle of Louis XIII Black Pearl limited edition from the table and smashed it straight down on Wen Shang’s head in front of everyone.

Blood splattered instantly. The carpet soaked up the mess, turning deep red.

The clients sitting nearby thought Wen Shang had pissed off the wrong people and that his enemies had come to silence him on the spot. Scared out of their minds, they stumbled over chairs and crawled on all fours to escape the room. The waitstaff screamed and fled in all directions like rats, completely losing their shit.

Wen Shang sat there stunned for a few seconds. Then he raised a hand to touch the spot where he’d been hit. One look at the blood covering his fingers, and he flung it off, lunged at Mu Yuan, and grabbed him by the throat. He slammed him down onto the table and started choking the life out of him.

The two of them went at it hard. There was no stopping it.

Mu Yuan was hot-tempered and wild. Wen Shang was vicious and merciless. When those two kinds of fire clashed, there was no room left for either of them.