Chapter 5
Author: Mr. Big Horn
Yan Zhen couldn’t help but think…
…How many things about Su Jinxin did he still not know?
Yan Zhen’s mind raced with questions:
Was he always this obedient? Was his gentle nature innate? Did he really never feel pain, or was he just too scared to admit it in front of him? Was his kindness genuine, or did he hide his frustrations? And what about his boyfriend? Was their relationship truly good, or was it just a front? After all, if his boyfriend was so great, why would he let Su Jinxin go out to make money this way?
These thoughts were unsettling.
The more he thought, the more his teeth ached. His temples throbbed, and anger simmered just beneath the surface.
Before this, Yan Zhen had never seriously considered keeping Su Jinxin for himself. The idea had crossed his mind, but he didn’t want to break up a happy couple. He wasn’t a brute who would forcefully separate them.
But if Su Jinxin’s so-called boyfriend only made him cry in his sleep…
Yan Zhen kissed Su Jinxin’s slightly red nose tip and whispered, “I won’t let you cry.”
The next morning, Yan Zhen carried Su Jinxin to the dining room and then called his personal assistant, instructing them to investigate the overseas account Su Jinxin frequently sent money to. “Look into the account Jinxin always wires money to.”
The assistant hesitated, “Sir, didn’t you previously say not to investigate this line?”
Yan Zhen frowned, “That was then, this is now. I didn’t want to dig deeper back then. Now I’ve changed my mind.”
To avoid Su Jinxin hurting himself at school while recovering, Yan Zhen insisted he stay at the villa until he was fully healed. To ease Su Jinxin’s concerns, he clarified:
“I don’t mind scars. Even if you end up with one, I still want you. But since you’re injured, it’s better to heal carefully.”
However, this time, Su Jinxin, usually so compliant, looked troubled—though it was a fleeting expression quickly masked by a gentle nod. Yan Zhen noticed and asked, “What’s wrong? You don’t want to?”
“No,” Su Jinxin smiled softly at him, “I’m yours. Whatever you say goes.”
Yan Zhen felt even more distressed. “After all these years, you’re still like this. What’s going on? Just tell me.”
Su Jinxin shook his head, “Really, it’s nothing.”
Yan Zhen frowned, “If you keep this up, I’ll really get angry.”
His features were sharp and defined, giving him a stern and intimidating look when he frowned, capable of scaring children into silence.
Su Jinxin, who feared Yan Zhen’s dark expression the most, quickly confessed, “It’s just… my assignments…”
“Why are you still thinking about assignments?” Yan Zhen was frustrated—Su Jinxin was a senior majoring in oil painting with a minor in art management, aiming to continue his studies. He regularly attended lectures and submitted two assignments weekly, a routine Yan Zhen was well aware of. Yan Zhen had even helped connect him with his desired professor and paid his tuition. Normally, he didn’t mind. But now, with the injury, why were assignments such a pressing issue?
Su Jinxin quickly changed his tune, “It’s nothing… I just won’t do them then.”
Yan Zhen realized: Su Jinxin was likely trying to get extra work done before summer to spend more time with his boyfriend.
His heart felt sour.
He couldn’t get mad at Su Jinxin, so he instead said, “You can paint if you want. Bring your things over—or we can buy a new set. I’ll have a room set up as a studio for you.”
Su Jinxin hesitated, “That’s… not really necessary… it’s too much trouble…”
“I say it’s fine, so it’s fine.”
Su Jinxin quickly changed his tune again, “Thank you, Mr. Yan.”
Yan Zhen leaned in and pinched Su Jinxin’s waist, “What? Just Mr. Yan? No other show of appreciation?” He patted his lap.
Su Jinxin obediently straddled Yan Zhen’s lap, wrapped his arms around his neck, and said, “Thank you, husband.” He leaned in for a kiss, gently licking Yan Zhen’s lips before letting his tongue be sucked into Yan Zhen’s mouth.
Yan Zhen had only intended to get a little sweetness.
But as they kissed, he found it hard to hold back.
Mindful of Su Jinxin’s injuries, he just rubbed against his thigh. But after a few rubs, Su Jinxin’s voice trembled, “Please, just go in…”
Yan Zhen was surprised. He reached forward and found Su Jinxin was also aroused. He chuckled, “Little minx.”
Su Jinxin, now grinding against Yan Zhen, didn’t mind the nickname at all. He sweetly replied, “Yes, I am… your little minx.”
Yan Zhen’s blood surged, but he didn’t want to hurt him. He gently kissed Su Jinxin, “I was just joking, don’t take it to heart.”
Su Jinxin blushed deeply, lowered his eyes, and whispered, “But… will you?”
Yan Zhen wanted to devour him whole.
Afraid of hurting Su Jinxin’s injuries, he turned him around, made him kneel on his lap, and slowly entered him from behind.
At first, Su Jinxin seemed fine—he was always accommodating in bed, attuned to Yan Zhen’s preferences. But soon, he realized something was different: this position was highly restrictive, and given their strength difference, he was completely trapped in Yan Zhen’s arms, unable to move even slightly. The penetration was deeper, hitting places usually untouched, combining unfamiliar pleasure with an uncontrollable sense of vulnerability. Su Jinxin almost immediately couldn’t handle it, begging for a slower pace.
But Yan Zhen, still sour with jealousy, thrust forcefully, his hips moving like a motor. He bit Su Jinxin’s neck and whispered in his ear, “Does it feel good, baby?”
Su Jinxin couldn’t answer.
His body tensed, and he let out a small scream.
He climaxed just like that.
Yan Zhen then noticed Su Jinxin’s face was streaked with tears, his eyes dazed. His heart softened, and he quickly pulled out, gently kissed him, murmuring apologies, and finished himself off watching Su Jinxin’s face in the throes of his lingering orgasm.