RTCBM 4

“Wen Shang! Are you fucking insane? You really get off on this kind of shit? If you want to see a man in women’s clothes so bad, why don’t you go pay some duck outside to dress up for you? Why the fuck are you making me do it? Are you sick in the fucking head?”

No matter how much Mu Yuan cursed, Wen Shang stayed calm. “So, are you going to put it on or not? If you do not want to, leave the clothes and get the fuck out. But that video…”

Fuck you. Mu Yuan’s teeth ground so hard they almost cracked. He had no choice but to swallow it.

“Fine. I will wear it. You think I am scared of you?”

Right in front of Wen Shang, Mu Yuan stripped off his clothes, tore open the packaging for the flight attendant uniform, and pulled it on roughly.

“Are you satisfied now?” Mu Yuan glared at Wen Shang with eyes that looked like they wanted to rip him apart barehanded.

“What did I tell you earlier?” Wen Shang said with a slow, playful smile. “Watch your attitude.”

Mu Yuan kept reminding himself over and over that he had to endure this. He forced a grotesque grin onto his face, his voice dripping with fake sweetness.

“Young Master Wen, you see, I have followed your command and changed clothes. Could you please be so kind as to delete that video now?”

“Sure. No problem,” Wen Shang said, this time sounding especially agreeable.

Mu Yuan’s eyes lit up, secretly feeling relieved. But the more he thought about it, the more he sensed that Wen Shang was not about to let him off that easily.

Sure enough, Wen Shang pulled out his phone, tapped a few times on the screen, and opened a music app. A hot, sexy nightclub DJ track started blaring through the speakers.

Mu Yuan instinctively frowned. Before he could figure out what Wen Shang was planning, he pointed at him and said, “Dance for me.”

“Wen Shang, do not fucking push it.”

“Do you still want the video deleted?”

That one line crushed all the anger Mu Yuan had built up. Even if he wanted to explode, he had to hold it back.

“You are the one who needs something right now,” Wen Shang reminded him lazily. “So hurry up and show me a dance.”

Mu Yuan stood there with a dark face, completely still. “Have you never fucking seen anyone dance before?”

“I have never seen you dance,” Wen Shang said with a laugh.

Mu Yuan swallowed his rage. Since he was already here, he could not afford to screw it up. Clenching his jaw, he shut his eyes and, standing in the middle of the living room, spun in a couple of half-hearted circles and shook his hips a few times without any real effort.

Clearly dissatisfied, Wen Shang snapped his fingers sharply.

“Do not half-ass it. If you dance like shit, forget about me deleting that video.”

Mu Yuan could no longer hold it in. The rage that had been building inside him finally exploded.

“You think it is fucking funny treating me like a clown? Fuck you. I am done dancing. Tonight, I am not letting you off!”

He kicked over the coffee table in front of Wen Shang. Wen Shang dodged to the side.

Mu Yuan kicked again but missed. Fueled by rage, he lunged at Wen Shang, knocking him to the ground, pinning him down as he raised his fist, ready to smash it into his face.

Wen Shang grabbed the teapot that had fallen nearby and smashed it down onto Mu Yuan’s right hand, the one wrapped in plaster.

“Ahhh!!!”

Mu Yuan screamed, tears almost spilling out. His whole body went limp as he rolled on the ground in pain.

“Wen Shang, you motherfucker, you are not even human!”

Wen Shang grabbed both of Mu Yuan’s wrists, flipped him over, and sat on his back, reversing their positions.

Mu Yuan stretched his neck, lunged forward, and bit down hard on Wen Shang’s hand, leaving a bloody bite mark. Blood trickled from Wen Shang’s skin down his arm.

Mu Yuan spat out the blood in his mouth and cursed viciously.

“Fuck you, you sick fucking pervert!”

Wen Shang was so furious that he actually laughed. The sight of his neat, white teeth sent a chill down Mu Yuan’s spine. A bad feeling welled up inside him.

Wen Shang always paid back his grudges, and he paid them back immediately. He grabbed Mu Yuan’s injured right hand and twisted it hard. The old fracture had not even healed yet, and now there was new damage. Mu Yuan sucked in a sharp breath, cold sweat pouring down his forehead as he lost all strength to fight back. This time, he really could not beat Wen Shang.

Even though he could not resist, Mu Yuan’s mouth stayed tough. Lying facedown on the floor, he growled, “Wen Shang, if I do not fucking kill you, I am not worthy of the Mu name.”

Wen Shang had not fought with Mu Yuan many times, but he already knew exactly where his weakness lay. He understood that beating or cursing Mu Yuan was useless. If you wanted to break him, you had to humiliate him.

When Wen Shang’s hand moved to Mu Yuan’s ass, Mu Yuan reacted exactly as expected.

“You sick fuck, you goddamn scumbag, get your fucking hand off me!”

Wen Shang ignored him and kept moving. He pulled down Mu Yuan’s uniform skirt along with the underwear beneath it, exposing his bare ass completely.

Last time, everything had happened too fast, and Wen Shang had not paid attention. Only now did he realize that this bastard’s ass was surprisingly white and perky. A wave of cruelty surged up inside him. He raised his hand and slapped down hard.

The smack rang out crisp and loud. The feel of it under his palm was unexpectedly satisfying. A bright red handprint instantly bloomed on Mu Yuan’s pale, rounded cheek.

“Didn’t you say you were going to kill me?” Wen Shang said with a mocking tone, delivering another slap, this time on the opposite cheek, making the two sides perfectly symmetrical.

As he spoke, his fingers pressed between Mu Yuan’s thighs, probing into the depths. With a snort of contempt, he said, “Let’s see who ends up fucking who tonight.”

At the critical moment, the doorbell rang from outside, saving Mu Yuan for the time being.

Wen Shang did not pay much attention. But after a while, when the doorbell finally stopped, his phone started ringing.

On the screen, the caller ID showed “Uncle.”

Luo Yi had something to talk to him about?

Wen Shang thought for a few seconds, then picked up the phone.

“Xiao Shang, the security guard told me you are at home. I was ringing your doorbell just now, why did no one answer? Come open the door for me.”

Wen Shang grabbed Mu Yuan by the collar, dragged him into the bedroom and locked him inside. He did not have time to properly clean up. He hurriedly picked up Mu Yuan’s clothes from the floor, stuffed them into the closet, and went to open the door.

“Uncle, why did you come without telling me?” Wen Shang said, smiling as he welcomed Luo Yi into the house.

“Xiao Shang, are you tearing the house apart? Why is it such a mess in here?” Luo Yi looked around at the chaos, a bit surprised.

Wen Shang explained, “The pet I keep at home acted up. Threw a tantrum just now and flipped the table over.”

Hearing his nephew mention a pet, Luo Yi immediately thought of the giant lizard Wen Shang kept. He glanced around warily and lowered his voice cautiously. “Is it still in the living room?”

“No. I just kicked it out,” Wen Shang said.

“Good,” Luo Yi finally relaxed.

“Uncle, sit down for a while. I will make you some tea.”

Wen Shang turned and went into the kitchen to boil water. Left alone in the living room with nothing to do, Luo Yi sank into the sofa. As soon as he sat down, he felt something hard under him. At first, he thought it was the TV remote, but when he reached down and pulled it out, he found a limited edition Piaget watch.

The watch looked familiar. Luo Yi remembered that not long ago, he had gifted Mu Yuan a watch exactly like this. He turned it over and checked the serial number engraved on the back. His hand froze.

Just yesterday at the hospital, Mu Yuan had still been wearing this watch. How had it ended up here at Wen Shang’s place?

A sense of doubt crept into Luo Yi’s heart. He looked around carefully and quickly noticed a pair of shoes by the coffee table. The style was exactly the same as what Mu Yuan usually wore.

“Xiao Shang,” Luo Yi called out, “did Xiao Yuan come to visit you today?”

When Wen Shang saw the watch in Luo Yi’s hand, he was just thinking about how to explain it when a loud crash came from inside the room, as if something had been knocked over.

Wen Shang immediately walked over to check. As soon as he opened the door, he saw that the desk inside had been flipped over somehow.

Mu Yuan had already taken off the uniform and changed into a T-shirt and jeans, clothes he must have dug out from Wen Shang’s closet.

Mu Yuan had also found a golf club in the room. Just as Wen Shang walked in, he was about to swing it hard and fast, aiming straight for the bastard’s face.

Following behind, Luo Yi saw this scene and was stunned. “Xiao Yuan, what are you doing here?”

“Godfather?” Mu Yuan froze, glanced at the golf club in his hand, and hurriedly put it down, momentarily lost for words.

The atmosphere turned strangely awkward for a moment.

Wen Shang stayed calm and opened his mouth easily. “It is like this, Uncle. Mu Yuan came over earlier to apologize for what happened yesterday. He did not expect you to show up so suddenly. He was embarrassed and hid in my room.”

“Looks like he is very interested in all kinds of things in my room,” Wen Shang said with a smile as he walked forward, grabbed Mu Yuan’s arm, and pulled him close. Leaning in next to Mu Yuan’s ear, he whispered, “Play along. The video is still in my hands.”

Mu Yuan said nothing, but the look he shot at Wen Shang was enough to turn him into a bullet-riddled corpse inside his mind.

Remembering how furious Mu Yuan had been yesterday, Luo Yi found it strange that he was so quiet today.

“Is that true, Xiao Yuan?” he asked.

Mu Yuan gave a vague grunt in response.

Wen Shang picked up smoothly. “Uncle, Mu Yuan and I have already made up. That night, we were both drunk and got into a misunderstanding. Tonight, Mu Yuan specially came over to clear the air.”

As he finished, Wen Shang turned his head deliberately toward Mu Yuan and threw him a fake smile.

“Sorry, buddy. If I offended you that night, do not take it to heart. We will still be seeing each other a lot in the future, so let us just leave it behind us.”

Wen Shang shot him another warning glance, signaling him to be smart about it.

Despite his explosive temper, Mu Yuan valued his pride as a man above all else. Right now, he had no choice but to keep playing along with Wen Shang’s act.

“Yeah,” he said, forcing a smile and nodding repeatedly. “We will be seeing a lot of each other. We better take good care of each other.” Inside, he was cursing Wen Shang’s ancestors eighteen generations back.

Luo Yi had come over specifically to sort out this issue. Now, hearing both his godson and his nephew speak like this, he finally felt reassured.

Mu Yuan never managed to make Wen Shang delete the video. Instead, he left humiliated, with anger burning in his gut.

When he returned to Sixth House, Mu Yuan completely lost it. He roared and smashed everything in sight, tearing the house apart. His poor underlings ended up serving as human punching bags. Everyone clutched their heads and scrambled to hide, staying as far away from their boss as possible.

When Mu Yuan’s underling called He Dongying, he was still fast asleep in bed. Having his dream interrupted, He Dongying was in a foul mood and was about to curse the idiot out, but before he could, the underling on the other end started crying loudly.

“Ying-ge, please, we are begging you, hurry up and help us. Boss has gone crazy. Nobody can stop him!”

“Fuck off,” He Dongying snapped and hung up.

He tried to go back to sleep but sighed heavily after a while, dragged himself out of bed, changed clothes, and headed toward Sixth House.