Chapter 107 – Extra 1

During the October National Day holiday, Shen Fubai, who had just turned 24, received a call. It was from Xie Chenchu.

“What’s up, President Xie?” Shen Fubai chuckled. “How did you suddenly think of calling me, you busy man?”

Since the Jiang family started real estate development in Shanghai, the Xie family provided considerable assistance. In return, the Xie family leveraged the Jiang family’s influence to penetrate the high-end market in Beijing, leading to a solid cooperative relationship between the two families. They had numerous business dealings, and privately, they were also closely connected.

Xie Chenchu said, “Anan is coming to Beijing. Do you have an extra house? Can he borrow it for a while? He can pay rent.”

Shen Fubai was pleasantly surprised. “Chian is coming? Welcome! What rent? Stay for free; staying with us is fine too.”

Xie Chenchu hesitated. “That would be too much of an imposition. He plans to stay for a few months.”

“No problem,” Shen Fubai replied. “We have another apartment near our Jinyuan neighborhood. I’ll prepare it for him. No need to worry about rent; it’s empty anyway.”

“But why is he suddenly coming to Beijing for so long?” Shen Fubai asked. “Is it for travel or moving?”

“He got accepted into Tsinghua University,” Xie Chenchu said.

Shen Fubai was speechless.

Even though he was several years older than Xie Chian, he couldn’t help but exclaim how impressive his brother was.

Xie Chian took the college entrance exam in June, when Shen Fubai and Jiang Heng were on their honeymoon in Ireland. Now he learned that the kid was actually a top student.

“Congratulations!” Shen Fubai congratulated him, then asked, “But universities have dormitories, right? It’s been a month since school started. Isn’t he adapting to the campus environment?”

Xie Chenchu sneered. “He’s adapted far too well. Just one month into university, he found a boyfriend. That little Jiang kid must have used some trick to share a double room with Anan, a freshman, even though he’s a senior himself. And—”

He stopped abruptly, mindful of protecting his brother’s privacy.

Xie Chenchu could never forget that the first thing his brother said when he came back from the National Day break was, “Brother, I’m in love.”

“What’s his name? Is he on campus or outside? What year is he? What major? How did you meet? How did you fall in love? How far have you gone?” Xie Chenchu interrogated him as if conducting a census.

“Jiang Kuo. A senior studying Chinese literature on campus. On the first day of school, he helped me carry my luggage to the dormitory. Love at first sight,” Xie Chian calmly answered. “We did it.”

“When did you become unable to carry your own suitcase?” Xie Chenchu was stunned.

Xie Chian replied, “The book says you should act weak in front of your boyfriend. Lately, I’ve been unable to open a bottle cap; don’t expose me.”

“You became boyfriends after your first meeting?!”

“We fell in love at first sight.”

“You—”

Xie Chenchu suddenly remembered something. “What did you mean when you said how far you’ve gone?”

Xie Chian obediently replied, “We did it.”

Xie Chenchu, usually calm and sharp-minded, with a brain as precise as a computer, suddenly went blank for a moment, feeling a headache coming on.

“You’re only eighteen. You’ve only known him for a month.” Xie Chenchu’s eyes flashed with anger. “Xie Chian, you’ve grown some skills.”

“Brother, I heard that you met Weiluo’s class teacher at the end-of-term parents’ meeting last semester, and after a summer, he was already wearing the engagement ring you gave him,” Xie Chian calmly countered. “I can’t match that.”

Xie Chenchu was speechless.

Xie Chenchu asked one last question. “Are you the top or the bottom?”

Xie Chian froze, barely maintaining his composure, a rare flush of red appearing on his handsome, pale face.

Seeing this, Xie Chenchu understood everything.

His brother was the bottom.

Although the role of top or bottom was merely a matter of position, Xie Chian had always shown exceptional intelligence and a calm demeanor that suggested he would never submit to anyone, leaning more towards being a top.

What virtue did that wild man named Jiang Kuo have to make his brother submit?

“You can date freely, but you must move out of the dormitory and not live together at night,” Xie Chenchu ordered. “Otherwise, I’m worried you won’t have the energy to attend classes during the day.”

Xie Chian was silent.

Xie Chenchu then called Shen Fubai.

Shen Fubai agreed. “Okay, I understand.” After hanging up, he excitedly rushed into the bedroom. “Heng Heng Heng! Chian is moving next door to us. He actually got into Tsinghua! First time meeting a living, breathing top student! I’ve known a top student for so long!”

Jiang Heng reminded him, “I scored 700 on the college entrance exam. You’ve been sleeping with a living, breathing top student for so long, not just now.”

Shen Fubai sighed deeply. “When I met you, you were no longer a young student. I never felt the reality of your scores.”

Jiang Heng didn’t care. “As long as you feel real with me.”

On the day Xie Chian arrived, Shen Fubai and Jiang Heng prepared to welcome their new neighbor. Right on time, someone arrived.

Not just one, but two.

A strikingly attractive young man helped Xie Chian carry his luggage, scrutinizing the house with a slightly critical gaze. “Are we going to live here from now on?”

“It’s bigger than the dorm,” he commented.

Shen Fubai thought, it was much bigger than the dorm.

Xie Chian nodded.

The young man smiled lightly at him. “Bigger is better; the bed is big enough. We won’t fall off when we roll around.”

Shen Fubai was astonished.

A man even more flirtatious than Jiang Heng appeared.

“Chian,” Shen Fubai greeted him, pretending not to know the young man. “And this is…?”

Jiang Kuo, upon seeing the famous Shen Fubai, didn’t even raise an eyebrow, politely introducing himself. “Hello, I’m Jiang Kuo, Anan’s boyfriend.”

Shen Fubai was taken aback. “You’re planning to live together?”

Jiang Kuo nodded. “Should I split the rent or pay extra? I can cover all the expenses.” He could buy the whole building outright.

The Jiang family was the richest in Suzhou.

Shen Fubai was troubled. “It’s not about money…” Xie Chenchu moved Xie Chian to prevent his boyfriend from having opportunities. Now, he was giving them more space to develop their relationship.

Before, it was just in the dormitory; now, it could be on the balcony, sofa, bathtub, carpet, door panel…

Don’t ask how Shen Fubai knew.

Xie Chian said, “Brother Shen.”

Shen Fubai instantly felt at ease. “No problem! Stay as you please! The number of people doesn’t matter, nor does whether they’re human.”

From high school, Xie Chian had an air of a big shot, and despite his young age, he always exuded a vibe that implied everyone else was inferior. Being called ‘brother’ by him gave Shen Fubai immense satisfaction, and he readily agreed to anything.

Jiang Kuo smiled slightly. “Thank you. Then we’ll go in first.”

Watching the two enter the house and close the door, Shen Fubai sighed. “They’re such a perfect match. Xie Chian’s boyfriend is really handsome. Even more—”

Jiang Heng glanced at him. “When Xie Chenchu comes to kill you, I won’t save you.”

Shen Fubai immediately changed his tune. “My husband is the handsomest.”

Jiang Heng snorted coldly and arrogantly stepped into his own room.

He couldn’t bear being compared unfavorably to another man.

Shen Fubai, with puppy eyes, pleaded, “Husband, don’t abandon me~”

Jiang Heng expressionlessly played along. “Disgusting.”

Shen Fubai ran up and hugged him from behind, wrapping his arms around his waist. “I love you the most, la~”

Jiang Heng struggled to keep a straight face, but the corners of his mouth were rising uncontrollably.

Jiang Heng, pretending to be indifferent, said, “A liar like you, I won’t believe you.”

Shen Fubai thought for a moment. Today’s script was from the novel ‘The Tyrannical CEO and His Delicate Wife.’

After their marriage, they indulged in role-playing daily, acting out various novel protagonists from the 2GB of text files they had.

Three days ago, he was the aloof master and Jiang Heng was the black-hearted disciple; two days ago, he was the heartless killer and Jiang Heng was the mafia boss; yesterday, he was the cannon fodder concubine and Jiang Heng was the scumbag emperor…

Every day, they devoted themselves to their roles, trying to outwit each other, and whoever broke character first lost. However, regardless of the script, things always ended up developing into something steamy.

Yesterday, the concubine he portrayed shed tears of despair, looking pitiful. But Emperor Jiang remained unmoved, his eyes conveying, “Making me break character would mean I lose.”

No matter how Shen Fubai begged, saying things like, “Your humble servant misses you so much,” “Does Your Majesty miss me?” “Look at me, Your Majesty,” Jiang Heng remained unresponsive. He was immune to Shen Fubai’s myriad tricks; nothing could defeat him anymore.

Then, Shen Fubai clenched his teeth and, with determination, was about to kneel down. Scared, Jiang Heng quickly scooped him up horizontally. “Alright, alright, my beloved concubine, serve me to sleep.”

Shen Fubai, hooking his neck, smiled at him. “The scumbag character has collapsed; you lost.”

“I concede, you won,” Jiang Heng said helplessly. “The scumbag character is one I can never pull off.” Because he could never become a scumbag.

Shen Fubai sighed. “You’re so skilled.”

“The corrupt beauty that ruins nations, bewitching the ruler’s heart,” Jiang Heng grumbled.

Then Emperor Jiang bestowed his favor upon his beloved concubine—

Today’s script of the tyrannical CEO and the delicate wife was too cliché, and Shen Fubai wasn’t in the mood to perform.

He said, “Why don’t we try something exciting?”

Jiang Heng asked, “What kind of excitement?”

Shen Fubai was eager to try. “BDSM, whips, handcuffs, props, bondage.”

Jiang Heng’s eyebrows twitched. “This story definitely wasn’t from Jinjiang.”

Shen Fubai blushed. “In the place where haitang flowers bloom.”

“Come on! Come on, let’s enjoy ourselves, we have plenty of time!” Shen Fubai was wild with excitement. “We can give it a try!”

This was mostly said in jest. Jiang Heng wasn’t a dom, and Shen Fubai wasn’t a sub. They were just curious after reading so many stories and would stop if it became unbearable.

However.

Jiang Heng said, “…the door isn’t closed yet.”

Shen Fubai’s smile froze on his face.

At the door stood Jiang Kuo, uncertain how long he had been there.

Noticing that both people inside finally paid attention to him, Jiang Kuo raised an eyebrow. “There’s no scissors in the new house; I just wanted to borrow some.”

Jiang Heng quickly handed him the scissors on the coffee table.

Jiang Kuo smiled. “Thanks.” Then considerately closed the door for them.

Before closing the door, he added, “City people sure know how to play.”

Shen Fubai was speechless.

Why did he often find himself in such awkward situations?

Shen Fubai collapsed on the sofa, falling into a state of self-imposed isolation.

Jiang Heng patted his head. “Baby, be good, it’s okay, let’s not think about those things.” Wine was so afraid of pain; he would never practice those things.

Shen Fubai was heartbroken. “Xie Chian’s boyfriend must have misunderstood. He must think that some people, on the surface, are bright and shiny celebrities, but privately, they like strange things.”

Jiang Heng reassured him. “It’s okay, I know you don’t like those things.”

Shen Fubai said, “That’s not necessarily true.”

Jiang Heng looked puzzled. “Is there something about Wine that hasn’t been discovered yet?”

Shen Fubai lifted his head and declared solemnly, “Let’s go, today’s script is ‘The Self-Cultivation of a Masochist.'”