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Fang Liyu was furious after confessing to that annoying stone and getting rejected. For several days after returning from the island vacation, he sulked and refused to say a word to Mu Yan.
He gritted his teeth in frustration. Mu Yan was a gloomy person, taciturn, always wearing a deadpan expression. He was just a bit handsome and had a good figure—what was there to be proud of?
He was just a dog I raised; my affection for him was a blessing, so how could he have the audacity to reject me?
Since childhood, Fang Liyu had been spoiled by his father and Mu Yan. The more he thought about it, the worse he felt. No matter what he did—studying or running a company—he achieved remarkable success.
Falling for Mu Yan was his only failure.
Over the years, he had been foolishly trying to melt the cold stone with his passionate heart, naively believing that persistence would eventually pay off. In the end, he received no response at all.
Loving Mu Yan made him feel exhausted.
The familiar ringtone rang out, and the screen on the table lit up suddenly, displaying an unfamiliar number.
Fang Liyu picked it up and thought for over ten seconds before recalling that this should be from a certain Young Master of a company they had previously collaborated with—a handsome young man known for his charm and numerous romantic rumors, said to change girlfriends multiple times within a month.
That day, after representing his company to sign a contract, this Young Master had audaciously hinted at wanting to be friends with benefits, boasting about his skills and claiming he would satisfy Fang Liyu. Naturally, Fang Liyu dismissed such a clown, and this rich second-generation was eventually chased away by Mu Yan, who stood nearby with a dark expression.
Not wanting to ignore it but still sulking, Fang Liyu decided to play along and answered the call.
He expected the rich kid would take him somewhere extravagant, but when they arrived, it turned out to be just a bar. A group of people moved deeper inside where the rich second-generation booked a private room and called over several top-tier hostesses who flaunted their curves. As soon as they entered, they clung to the wealthy patrons. The rich kid got carried away and shouted, "Whatever foreign or domestic liquor you have, just bring out the most expensive! Today is Fang's treat!"
Fang Liyu looked on coldly with disgust; just an hour ago, he had foolishly lowered himself to hang out with this playboy.
Avoiding the sycophantic toasts from others, he left directly and booked another private room nearby to escape the chaotic atmosphere.
Inside the dimly lit room filled with colorful laser lights changing angles constantly, Fang Liyu's exquisite and cold face was illuminated in an ambiguous light.
Against the backdrop of the dark room, Fang Liyu posed in various ways and took several provocative photos.
There were ambiguous red marks on his slender white neck—self-inflicted;
close-ups of his dazed eyes and swollen lips—licked and rubbed by himself;
photos showing half-exposed clothing with loose bandages barely covering his chest while enticing cleavage peeked out—his own doing;
and images of his snow-white thighs and round buttocks, along with delicate pink flesh...
One by one, these suggestive photos were selected and sent to the long-time top contact in his phone—Mu Yan.
To be thorough, Fang Liyu officially announced his relationship with that young master on social media, hinting that he would be spending the night at the young master's place. He skillfully set the post to "visible only to Mu Yan" and then smirked, happily hanging up the phone as it rang continuously and insistently from someone after he posted. He decisively turned off his phone.
Afterward, he found a hotel and collapsed into bed, falling asleep immediately. Initially, he only intended to pretend to indulge himself to irritate Mu Yan, but Fang Liyu did not expect that this series of actions would provoke an unprecedented intense reaction from another person.
Mu Yan had not slept all night. Stubble was beginning to show on his jaw, and his face was pale and haggard as if drained of blood. His once well-fitted suit was wrinkled and disheveled, and cigarette butts were piled up around his feet, filling the room with a lingering strong smell of smoke. Fang Liyu and that Young Master Wang had been out of contact for almost a day.
He scrolled through the last few photos left in their chat history, veins bulging on his forehead and the back of his hands. All day long, he had been using every resource and influence at his disposal to search for the young master, but so far, he had found nothing.
Fang Liyu was already in his twenties, an adult with independent capabilities and the right to choose friends; it was just one night spent with a boyfriend, and he would eventually come home. He shouldn’t be panicking to such an extent.
However, just thinking about Fang Liyu having found someone he liked and about to be with someone else made Mu Yan's heart feel as if a vital piece had been painfully ripped away.
Finally, the call connected. On the other end, Fang Liyu was waking from sleep, sounding slightly dazed as he said, "Hello?"
Mu Yan opened his mouth but found his throat so dry that his voice sounded unpleasant enough to make him fear it would displease the young master. "Young Master, where are you right now?"
He heard the young master yawn lazily, seemingly indifferent to Mu Yan's anxious tone, simply saying: "What’s it to you?"
"You didn’t come home last night… and I couldn’t reach you. As your bodyguard, I naturally worry…"
"Hmph," Fang Liyu scoffed before abruptly hanging up the phone.
Holding his phone, Mu Yan felt intense turmoil inside him. His wrist showed veins from gripping too tightly, yet he struggled to control himself from crushing the thin device in anticipation of receiving another call from the young master. A rare look of helplessness crossed his face.
Was he really going to lose him? Even though he knew this moment would eventually come and had mentally prepared for it, when it actually arrived, Mu Yan did not feel as relieved as he had imagined.
A knock sounded at the door, and a man entered saying, "Boss, we tracked down the signal and found the young master."
Found him—then what?
Mu Yan remained silent for a long time, so long that the man thought he had fallen asleep from exhaustion. Finally, he spoke darkly: "Capture him and lock him in the basement of my villa in the suburbs. Remember, no one is allowed near the villa without my orders—even if it's Old Master Fang himself."
At that moment, he realized that he did not want to let go of his young master at all.
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