60 : Not Shang voice

 "Mr. Shang, this is today's schedule. You have two meetings this morning, and you're going on a business trip this afternoon as usual. The tickets are already booked." The secretary reported the schedule, item by item, to Shang Chengnin on the tablet, watching as the president's face grew increasingly dark.

There had been times like this before when work was busy, but Shang Chengnin had always been methodical and never showed his personal emotions because of these things.

If it wasn't work… could it be that he had a fight with his wife?

She'd heard that Mr. Shang went abroad every two days, staying for a whole day each time, but it had been three days already, and he'd been working the whole time.

After a long mental whirlwind, the secretary concluded that either he had a fight with his wife, or he was too busy with work to spend time with her.

In short, she couldn't tell that Shang Chengnin was a love-struck fool.

"I understand." A slightly tired voice sounded. Shang Chengnin took off his glasses, gently pressed his temples, and dismissed the secretary. "You can go back to work now."

Secretary: "Okay, call me if you need anything, Mr. Shang."

After the secretary left, the large office was completely silent.

Shang Chengnin hadn't expected his return to China to take so long. Several previously agreed-upon collaborations had run into problems one after another, forcing him to focus all his energy on work.

During occasional breaks, he considered calling Yinluo to hear hia voice, but a glance at the time made him hold back.

He'd originally thought watching the security footage would ease his longing, but the continuous business trips had kept him from doing so for days. Shang Chengnin clicked on the computer screen—

his fingers paused.

The cold fluorescent light reflected on his glasses. In

the clear footage, his beautiful fiancée was being pressed against the kitchen counter, her chin glistening with moisture from being kissed, her mouth agape.

he wore that expression.

And the man on top of Yinluo… was Duan Muze.

Shang Chengnin resisted the urge to smash the computer; veins bulged on his forehead and neck as he stared intently at every frame of the monitor.

Especially in situations like this, he remained remarkably calm.

At least outwardly.

The footage was missing a segment, and when it returned, Duan Muze had already entered the villa.

In the surveillance footage from the second-floor hallway, near the door of their shared bedroom, Shang Chengnin had the thin, bewildered young man pinned against the wall.

His fiancée, petite, frail, and clean, was once again being targeted by that mad dog.

Shang Chengnin sped up the feed, and then discovered that during the three days he was away, Duan Muze acted like the owner of the villa—cooking in the kitchen, cleaning, watching movies together, returning to their room at night… Their inseparable figures were captured in every frame of the camera. Duan Muze

seemed to have replaced him, becoming the owner of this villa, and Yin Luo seemed to have taken the man beside her as her husband.

This stray dog ​​had even deceived his unseen fiancée while he was away? Shang Chengnin's eyes were cold enough to kill. Ignoring the bulging veins on his hands, he wanted to tell Yin Luo the truth immediately, but the moment the call connected, he accidentally glimpsed a certain scene on the surveillance camera.

A familiar voice rang out from the other end of the line.

That soft, even slightly breathless voice was all too familiar to Shang Chengnin—it was always like that after he had served Yinluo.

So tender and lingering, so alluring.

It was easy to imagine what Duan Muze had just done to Yinluo.

Shang Chengnin's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably; he didn't utter a single syllable before quickly hanging up the phone.

Then, his gaze fell on the upper right of the screen—a view of Yinluo emerging from the bathroom. Even though he couldn't see, he smoothly navigated the nearby obstacles and reached for a towel on a high shelf. Had

Yinluo… regained his sight?

Why hadn't he told him? If he could see…did he know that the man beside him was Duan Muze?

Did he know?

Even so, would he still be willing to be kissed by him?

Shang Chengnin felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart. He had waited for Yinluo for so long, setting traps little by little, enticing him step by step, watching the young man slowly open his heart to him.

All of this was voluntary on his part. He willingly did all this for Yin Luo, willingly waited so long for her, waiting for her to leave Duan Muze's side, waiting for her to completely forget him, waiting for an opportunity to legitimately keep her by his side.

Yet, he still lost.

Shang Chengnin used to think he was an emotionless robot, born for inheritance and work, outwardly gentle and polite but inwardly devoid of compassion, his gaze indifferent to everyone.

Because he could easily obtain everything he wanted, he was outstanding, intelligent, from a good family, surrounded by admirers yet exceptionally lonely.

Now,

he finally understood the pain of wanting something but not being able to have it.

It was like his heart being slowly cut open by a dull knife, then filled with icy snow water

.

Painful.

And unwilling.

He still couldn't let go of Duan Muze, could he…? Shang Chengnin quietly turned off the monitor. Since he couldn't have Yin Luo, he would at least keep him by his side.

Now, having experienced the days spent with Yin Luo, he couldn't bring himself to let him go.

He didn't want to be that altruistic philanthropist who sacrificed for others.

Yin

Luo has been in a good mood lately.

It's not that Shang Chengning can stay by his side while he's far away in a foreign country, but rather that there are only three days left until he regains his sight.

If he can get through these three days, he can return home.

Then he can cancel his engagement with Shang Chengning, wait for the system to return, and leave this world.

He's had enough; if he stays any longer, his lips will be kissed raw.

He doesn't know why, but these men especially like to kiss and rub against him, saying he smells so good. Duan Muze and Shang Chengning are one thing, but even Lu Ran, who was originally supposed to be a straight man, has to get involved.

Just as he was thinking this, the "straight man" called.

Yin Luo fumbled for the phone and answered. A roguish male voice came through the receiver: "Hey, Yin Yin, I've landed."

Yin Luo was stunned, surprised: "You... how did you actually come?"

He hadn't been in much contact with the outside world lately. During a chance conversation with Lu Ran on the phone, Lu Ran found out about his eye condition and his trip abroad, so Lu Ran insisted on coming, even threatening to tell his parents if he didn't.

Yin Luo was shocked.

If the system were here, it would definitely criticize Lu Ran for acting like a primary school student, running to his parents to complain at such an old age.

"Such a big thing happened, and you didn't even tell me, you won't even let me see you?" Lu Ran's voice was laced with anger, but it was all directed at himself. "Send me the address now, or I'll just be homeless here."

"Or I'll just post on Weibo that my wife ran off with someone else." Lu

Ran's voice trailed off: "..."

His eyelids twitched: "What? Your wife ran off with someone else? Don't talk nonsense..."

Lu Ran retorted confidently, "Isn't it true that my wife ran off with someone else? he won't even send me his address, and we haven't seen each other for a month. Is that acceptable?"

Yin Luo finally realized that the "wife" Lu Ran was referring to was himself.

Thinking about it, Shang Chengnin and Duan Muze sometimes called him that too. It was really strange.

Afraid that Lu Ran would really end up

homeless , Yin Luo finally gave him the villa's address. Lu Ran was reluctant to hang up: "Are your eyes feeling better now?"

Yin Luo: "They should be almost better. The doctor comes to treat me every day."

Thinking for a moment, afraid that Lu Ran would worry, he reassured him, "They really are almost better, so don't rush on your way here."

Hearing Yin Luo's concern, Lu Ran's irritability instantly disappeared.

Even through the phone, listening to Lu Ran's voice, Yin Luo could feel his huge tail wagging wildly behind him. Just as he was about to hang up, the other person spoke again: "By the way, is Shang Chengning over there?"

Yin Luo subconsciously moved a little towards the kitchen: "Yes... um..."

"Wait a minute..."

"I'm on the phone..."

An ambiguous voice kept coming from the receiver. Lu Ran could naturally recognize what that voice was. He was so angry that he gripped the phone tightly, but before he could even curse, the call was disconnected.

So, the tall man, with his handsome but incredibly cold face, got into a taxi and headed straight for his destination.

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"Didn't I tell you I was on the phone?" Yin Luo said, and his lips were touched again.

A fragrant aroma wafted from the kitchen. Yin Luo thought, "Oh well, considering how hard he worked to cook, I won't hold it against him."

Because he couldn't see, Shang Chengning served the food and placed it on the table in front of him. Yin Luo never ate much, but he especially liked to eat dessert and fruit after meals. So after he finished eating and rested, the man carried him to the sofa and kept feeding him fruit.

During the feeding process, accidents were inevitable.

For example, those bright red, juice-soaked lips brushed against the man's fingers.

Then, Yinluo was pulled onto his lap, his chin pinched, his mouth forced open.

It was a very bitter kiss.

There was none of the previous urgency; instead, it was slow and lingering, yet exceptionally comfortable, with only a slight tingling. Yinluo's mind went blank from the kiss, oblivious even to the person standing behind him.

Finally,

he was released, his body limp and boneless, lying weakly in the man's arms, his exposed skin flushed a passionate pink. Especially the mole on his limb.

He was now panting softly, clinging to the man's neck. His

lips were swollen beyond recognition, a deep, red, and juicy red, like a demon that sucked men's life force.

"How much longer?"

A moment later,

a deep, rough voice sounded in the young man's ear.

Although it was hoarse and somewhat distorted, Yinluo recognized it—it wasn't Shang Chengnin's voice.

He couldn't believe it.

So, the man who had been holding him in his arms and kissing him wantonly these past few days, and who even cuddled him to sleep at night, wasn't his nominal fiancé.

It was…

No!

It couldn't be Duan Muze's… His rosy

lips tightened, and he instinctively struggled, only to have the man forcefully pinch his lower back. 

That was a very sensitive spot; such a lewd touch made him immediately let out a soft "Ugh," before he nestled back into the man's arms. 

Completely sealed. As if he were about to be burned. That sound, that expression, were all clearly seen by Shang Chengnin, standing right in front of them. 

Or rather, from the moment they began kissing, he had entered the villa, stood before them, and witnessed every sound of swallowing or unbearable pain, and the erotic scene. 

And now, Duan Muze continued his provocation like a mad dog: "Want to see more?" Shang Chengnin's face was like a calm, deep pool, but his gloomy eyes and tightly clenched fists betrayed him; he let out a soft laugh. 

Then, as expected, Yinlu's back stiffened. 

In the spacious, almost idyllic villa, the man stared at the two people on the sofa, his voice as cold as ice: "What are you looking at? Are you looking at how shamelessly you act like the owner of this villa, or at how you spread someone else's wife's legs and hugged him so tightly you couldn't stop kissing him?!"

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