Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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18+ Content Warning; hints of abuse
As Xing Yu’s confidante, she had heard more or less about Xing Cheng’s affairs.
She had heard that he was practically crippled after the car accident. Unexpectedly, even after several months apart, the gloomy aura emanating from Young Master Xing still exerted a tremendous sense of pressure on her.
The boy’s piercing cries continued from inside the office, but Xing Cheng didn’t even flinch, as if he was already used to it.
Xing Shi completely ignored Secretary Gao, who was standing to the side, and followed his young master’s instructions to walk to the office door and enter a six-digit password in the smart lock.
Two seconds later, the automatic door slowly opened in front of everyone, instantly revealing the scene inside the office.
Secretary Gao was speechless.
The CEO’s office password is changed every three days. How did the young master and his bodyguard know it?
Before she could react, an angry growl came from inside the office.
A huge agate base flew out from inside the door, which Xing Cheng dodged just by tilting his head, which then crashed heavily into the glass wall behind his wheelchair.
After a while, a boy who was shirtless ran out of the office, carrying a few pieces of clothes.
The boy’s delicate face was streaked with tears, and his chest was covered in bruises; anyone who saw him would think he had just been abused.
Staggering past the wheelchair by the door, the boy’s steps faltered, and he tripped over the wheelchair’s handle. Suddenly losing his balance, he fell to the ground, clothes and all.
The boy, pale-faced, scrambled to his feet, desperate to escape this dangerous place.
He had just raised his head when he saw the person in the wheelchair bend down and reach out their hand to him.
The VIP in the wheelchair smiled and beckoned to him with his finger: “Come here.”
The boy’s gratitude immediately outweighed his momentary grievance. So he crawled forward a few steps and nervously extended his hand, wanting to help the kind man to his feet.
The person in the wheelchair suddenly raised his hand and slapped him hard across the face.
“Don’t covet what you shouldn’t, or you’ll never know how you died.”
Withdrawing his hand, the man took the tissue offered by the bodyguard and lazily wiped his palm, which he had just used to hit someone. He wiped his five fingers repeatedly, as if afraid of getting anything dirty on them.
Although he was using a gentle tone, like an elder reprimanding a junior, he hit the person inside harder than the one inside had.
The boy covered his burning left cheek, so angry he was about to cry.
He was a fairly well-known model in the industry, someone many people would fawn over. He had never felt so humiliated in his life.
People in the circle said that not only was the second young master of the Xing family generous, but if you served him well, you could also get resources from him that others could not obtain.
He spent over a month with Xing Yu and indeed reaped many tangible benefits. He had originally thought that with time, he might even become Xing Yu’s permanent bedmate.
But he never expected to suffer such a crushing defeat today. Not only was he thrown out by Xing Yu, but he was also slapped in the face by a complete stranger. It was utterly humiliating.
He hurriedly got up from the ground, trying to escape from the man, when he suddenly realized that the man looked somewhat familiar.
Not only did he look somewhat like the Second Young Master Xing, but his facial features and temperament also gave people a very familiar feeling.
Was this not…
A sudden, sharp pain shot through the back of his neck, and the boy’s vision went black as he collapsed into Xing Shi’s arms.
Seeing the fleeting shock in the boy’s eyes, Xing Shi promptly knocked him unconscious with a blow.
He was actually a little surprised that the young master would personally teach a lesson to a third-rate model.
As was customary, such people would never catch the eye of the eldest young master, and he would certainly not meddle in the second young master’s private affairs.
Not long after, Xing Shi’s men dressed the boy and carried his unconscious body away.
He had stumbled upon quite a few secrets today, but the Xing family naturally had their own ways of keeping people quiet. Once he left the building, he would dare not mention what had happened that day to anyone.
As Xing Cheng wiped the remaining warmth from his palms with a tissue, his heartbeat gradually slowed down.
The boy was probably still a student, with a very innocent-looking face. His eyes were brimming with pitiful tears, making anyone who would see him feel sorry for him.
This reminded him of the young doctor in the bathroom.
Equally clean and spotless, which then aroused an endless desire for violence within him.
It seems Xing Shi was right; his illness was indeed becoming increasingly difficult to control.
The moment he bent down, he could have easily helped the boy up, and even treated him with the same gentleness he always showed.
This way, Xing Yu would lose face, and he might even be able to plant another spy around him.
After all, playing the role of a refined gentleman was not difficult for him.
But suddenly he didn’t want to act anymore.
There was no particular reason.
Just to suppress that insignificant emotional fluctuation in his heart, he revealed his true colors in front of a complete stranger.
….
Since the two masters wanted to discuss important matters, Secretary Gao and Xing Shi naturally dared not linger and entered the elevator with their subordinates.
After everyone left, only the two brothers remained in the spacious CEO’s office on the top floor.
Hearing the sound of wheels rolling across the ground, the person leaning back in the office chair finally turned around slowly.
Xing Yu’s hair was a little messy, and his suit collar was still half open. The tie that should have been tied in a knot at his chest was casually tossed on the back of the sofa, probably having been just used to tie up the boy.
He stood up from his desk, took a few steps forward, and came to Xing Cheng’s side.
Looking down at the man in the wheelchair, Xing Yu chuckled, “Brother, you’re back?”
“Thanks to you, A Yu.”
Xing Cheng raised his head, a smile gradually appearing at the corners of his eyes: “I still didn’t die.”
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