The days passed peacefully.
Chen Yu's work proceeded as dully as expected. His sole source of amusement came from Ren Anjing learning about Ren Xiang's new position—the view of Ren Anjing thanking Ren Yijun with his face turning purple from suppressed rage and turning around to take out his frustration on Secretary Xi day after day was quite wonderful.
Eventually, the multiplying injuries all over his secretary became too obvious to ignore, so Chen Yu expressed some concern offhandedly. Secretary Xi could only swallow his anger and make up some story about learning kickboxing, biding his time for the demise of both Ren Yijun and Ren Anjing.
That's right, Secretary Xi was scheming to take care of the stupid kid then get rid of Ren Anjing as well with his evidence of how the uncle drove out the nephew. He would then seize a greater reward for blowing the whistle on these incompetent, corrupt executives.
If either Ren Anjing or Chen Yu knew what he was imagining, they would truly praise him for his brain hole. Anyone with common sense would understand that by revealing such 'evidence,' he would not only cause upper management to guard against him as a disloyal subordinate but also would expose his own involvement in framing Ren Yijun.
Well, with Chen Yu manipulating from behind the scenes, the probability of Secretary Xi having the opportunity to enact his plan at all was almost down to nothing anyway.
While teasing the two, Chen Yu was also working to hasten Ren Anjing's attack. It took the old man a year to enact his scheme in the original plot, but since Chen Yu already had to suppress his impatience to work with real estate, he was unwilling to protract his personal pleasures as well.
The biggest concern for Ren Anjing was that no one catch on that he was trying to harm his nephew, so Chen Yu induced Secretary Xi and, by extension Ren Anjing, to lower his guard by casually allowing him to sign Ren Yijun's name on documents, making elementary calculation mistakes, and demanding that more and more money be deposited in the bank account he'd designated. He perfectly portrayed the image of a spoiled, thoughtless young master. At this rate, Ren Anjing and Secretary Xi should make their move within a few months.
One day, when Chen Yu was playing around with redistributing resources between Ren Development Group's subsidiaries, he suddenly received a call from an unidentified number. Ren Yijun's personal cell phone number wasn't known to many people. Chen Yu picked up out of curiosity, but he didn't speak in case it was a random pervert.
A few seconds of silence passed, then a sexy, hoarse voice came through the line. "Jun, this is Feng Kuo. You haven't contacted me even though so much time has passed, so I called first. How are you doing?"
Oh...it really turned out to be a random pervert. What was Feng Kuo bothering Ren Yijun for?
"Ah...Mr. Feng, I'm doing well, thank you. And you?" He naturally didn't ask how Feng Kuo had gotten his contact information, it would be silly to question how a man with underground ties dug up a measly phone number. What was of interest was what he intended. Whatever his purpose, might as well let him talk.
Feng Kuo's expression sank as he watched the figure on the monitor. The young man's sharp eyebrows merely creased together in puzzlement for a moment then straightened back out. After that brief reaction, he put on a polite mask again and refocused on his laptop while absentmindedly answering. He clearly didn't place any importance on Feng Kuo.
With an indulgent tone, he answered, "I'm alright, just missing my little nephew. How about we have dinner together?"
Goosebumps flooded Ren Yijun's arms. Who's your little nephew, you creep? Ren Yijun was his future uncle-in-law, okay?
He was almost certain now that this snake wanted to drag him to bed. In reality, Feng Kuo wasn't bad. His looks, power, aura, every point matched his type rather well, but Chen Yu simply wasn't interested right now. Since that was the case, he didn't care about the consequences, he wouldn't bend.
Anyway, Feng Kuo should have plenty of alternatives lined up, this wouldn't be a big enough issue to make Ren Jia suffer backlash.
Thus, without even looking away from his computer, he refused, "Mr. Kuo, I'm afraid my schedule's full because I'm inexperienced with my work. Perhaps next time?"
Feng Kuo chuckled. Did this child think he could escape that easily? "Well," he conceded, "don't exhaust yourself. I'll come see you sometime soon."
Chen Yu hummed in agreement, made some perfunctory remarks, then hung up without putting the other man's words in his heart.
The day continued normally except for this incident. When the clock struck 5 o'clock, Chen Yu promptly stood and packed up as he had from the first day. Buttoning his suit jacket, he strode past Secretary Xi who was still toiling away, tossing a nonchalant goodbye over his shoulder and ignoring the fierce glare directed at his back.
Actually, the original owner may not have been such a lazy, self-indulgent person, but Chen Yu wasn't worried about going OOC since the plot description hadn't spent much time detailing his personality. Presented with this freedom on a silver platter, of course Chen Yu wouldn't punish himself by staying in the office any longer than he had to.
But today, that ended up being a mistake.
On his way out of the company building to meet his driver, a strong hand abruptly yanked Chen Yu into a sleek black Maybach. Trapped in a hard embrace, Chen Yu instinctively recognized Feng Kuo's virile atmosphere. Besides, no one else in Ren Yijun's circles would act so brutishly rude.
Without hesitation, Chen Yu struck back using all the techniques and maneuvers he'd picked up in his missions, not holding back a bit of his strength.
The result, however, left him stunned.
After a brief struggle, Ren Yijun was rendered immobile simply by Feng Kuo flipping him to lie face-down over one of his legs, seizing his wrists, and hooking his other leg over both of his thighs.
A hot hand stroked Ren Yijun's arched waist then smoothed over the buttocks that were enticingly raised upwards. Stimulated by feeling the young man squirm, Feng Kuo murmured, "Pet, be good, it's Uncle Feng. I told you I'd drop in, right?"
Chen Yu cursed in his heart. Who's your pet ah? When did you say you'd come today ah?
Damn, what happened? Even if Feng Kuo fought constantly while growing up on the streets, there was no way he had more experience than Chen Yu, who'd practiced for hundreds of years. How could he end up in this position?
No, that problem should be put on hold, the point to focus on now was that he'd been caught by this pervert.
At Jun's silence, Feng Kuo swung his palm a few times against the tempting cheeks on his lap. The crisp smacking sound rang out in the large car, along with Ren Yijun's pants from exertion and anger. "There, you've been punished, you can talk to me without feeling guilty about attacking me. Where's your thank you?"
Saying so, Feng Kuo continued to knead Ren Yijun's buttocks, at the same time nudging the leg under the boy's narrow hips to tease the growing stiffness he'd noticed.
Chen Yu wanted to drown this pervert in expletives, but he could only gasp out, "Mr. Feng-"
Feng Kuo landed another swat and interrupted, "Uncle Kuo."
"Uncle Kuo," Ren Yijun obediently repeated through his gritted teeth. "Thank you for your guidance, I apologize for my impetuous self-defense. May I get up now?"
Feng Kuo took another look at the round hips under his hand. "No, I think we're not done yet. You haven't explained how you're leaving so early when your schedule is full, pet."
Chen Yu lied without a qualm. "My mother and sisters are still grieving, so I've been eating dinner with them and working from home in the evenings."
Feng Kuo, who had installed cameras in the Ren family's house as well, recalled the footage of the young man running away from his family to hide in his bedroom and sleep every day. Aware of the dishonesty but unable to expose his sources, he reluctantly relented and sat Ren Yijun sideways on his lap.
The position was strangely familiar, but Chen Yu was too busy strategizing to pay attention.
Feng Kuo caressed the back of Ren Yijun's neck, idly commenting, "I had no idea you'd learned how to fight so well. If I wasn't the one you were facing, you could have really dealt a lot of damage." Although Feng Kuo seemed to be reproaching him, inside his mind he was fantasizing about pinning down the slender but powerful body and taking full advantage of that explosive force.
Imagining the scene, he couldn't stop his eagerness to have a taste and gently licked the white throat, then greedily bit down and nibbled the supple skin. When he swiped his tongue over the pulsing artery, he felt the young man's blood pounding, gradually making his heart beat at the same frantic pace. Mm, he was addicted to this feeling, he wanted to trace his every vein and artery, hold his life between his teeth.
Chen Yu recognized that he couldn't get away for the time being. He at least tried to keep a calm façade on, but feeling Feng Kuo nipping his neck and his long fingers pinching his sensitive ears, he could barely restrain his moans. Working to make his voice lukewarm, he changed the subject, asking, "Uncle Kuo, did you have an urgent matter?"
Feng Kuo's lips hooked up, indeed, his situation right now was quite critical.
Nevertheless, he preferred not to use force, so he took the time to coax, "Jun, you know that you have a lot of enemies waiting to tear you apart. I can solve them all for you within a day. Or do you want money? Just spend some time with me and you won't have to bother with that secretary to give you funds ever again."
While he was hoarsely persuading Ren Yijun, his hands had slipped into the back of the young man's pants to directly stroke the tender hips.
Chen Yu shook his head and trembled, breathlessly demanding, "Mr. Feng, you were Father's friend, you call yourself my uncle, how could you suggest something like that? And I can handle matters myself!"
That's right, when he thought about it, Chen Yu felt that the uncles in this task world were rather unconventional, one wanted to destroy his nephew and the other to screw him.
In any case, having refused Feng Kuo's proposition, Chen Yu clung onto the expert hands to keep them from fondling him, but his whole body felt boneless and weak, making his efforts feel like a kitten pawing for affection. Hearing his rejection, Feng Kuo's eyes darkened. Without a pause, he planted kisses up from the bruised neck to the chin and finally to the thin, parted lips.
"Jun, it's because you're like my nephew that I'm offering so much. Be good, tell me what it'll take."
Chen Yu sneered in his heart, you snake, I wasn't going to bother with you, but since you like to buy sex that much, I'll let you sell yourself to me shortly.
He wasn't willing to satisfy the pervert so soon, however.
Showing a humiliated expression, he righteously spat out, "Mr. Feng, I won't take action against you for the sake of my father, but please don't approach me again." Finished, he abruptly shoved away from the stronger man and rushed out of the car.
Mindful of Ren Yijun's pride, Feng Kuo let him leave. Tapping his fingers on his knee, he pressed his other hand down on the heat between his legs until there was a slight edge of pain.
After some time, he mused, "Pet, you're too cute. If I can help you, naturally I can hurt you as well."