Chapter 176: Shuraba X3

"Let him go!"

Jing Du clamped down on the man's misbehaving hand and flung him aside; the lenses of his glasses caught the light from the lanterns, making his eyes appear even colder as his broad, slender palm pulled Ling Wu's rounded shoulder in, pressing him against his chest.

"J-Jing Shao... it is I who had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai, I have offended your person."

Ling Wu rarely appeared in public, so it was normal not to recognize him, but in Beidu City, Jing Du's face was a golden pass—everyone knew it.

The man was a bully who feared the strong, and seeing that Jing Du was a tough nut to crack, he could only curse his bad luck before scurrying away in a panic.

Jing Du held the drunken Ling Wu in his arms; he had taken off his suit jacket, leaving only a thin shirt on his upper body, and the shoulder blades on Ling Wu's back pressed tightly against Jing Du's chest, feeling quite bony. Because of the alcohol, his skin had risen to a scorching temperature, which transferred through the thin fabric, burning Jing Du's heart until it was as hot as iron...

"Ling Wu, don't be afraid, it's me."

Jing Du touched Ling Wu's forehead, and when he lowered his head to speak to him, he could clearly smell the alcohol.

Ling Wu parted his lips to pant, asking him in a muddled state: "Who are you? L-let go of me!"

He furrowed his brows and, in great resistance, struggled to push Jing Du away.

Jing Du was pressed tightly against his body, and at the sudden struggle, his breathing stalled for a moment; deep in his eyes, hidden behind the lenses, surged unknown emotions as he used one hand to control both of Ling Wu's wrists, coaxing him in a low voice: "Brother, it's Shao Yu. Don't you recognize me anymore?"

【Scheming man!】

【6!】

【What kind of cosplay are you playing?】

【Jing Shao, you look like one of those human traffickers...】

【Jing Du, you are the biggest joke of the year!】

【First we had the redhead going to great lengths to dose himself with aphrodisiacs, and now we have the repressed brother role-playing in an attempt to abduct a good young man!】

【This comic is just giant brother-brother literature.】

【Laughing my head off, at this rate, even a dog on the side of the road will have to call the male supporting character 'brother' twice before walking away.】

【Ahhhhhh... Jing Du, what do you want to do! Let go of my wife Ling Wu, heavens! Wife, don't believe his words, he has ulterior motives toward you!】

【Those with an engagement, hurry up and break it, break it, break it!】

Upon hearing him say he was Jin Shaoyu, Ling Wu stopped struggling immediately, his body going limp in his arms as he lifted his face to look at him, blurting out in a daze: "Shao Yu, why have you started wearing glasses?"

Does my younger brother have myopia?

He reached out to grab Jing Du's glasses.

Jing Du had long since released his hands, letting him do as he pleased; his expression remained cold, but ripples spread through those eyes that were usually calm as a stagnant pool, and the curve of his lips seemed like infinite indulgence: "If Brother doesn't want me to wear them, I won't wear them, alright?"

【Ding! Favorability +5!】

Ling Wu could only say blankly: "Alright."

Jing Du cupped his face, meeting his eyes, his voice clean and clear: "Let's go back to the room first, shall we? Can you stand steadily? I'll carry you back."

He then covered Ling Wu with the jacket he had taken off earlier.

Although his words were a question, the strength in his arms was unrefusable as he lifted Ling Wu up, carrying him horizontally in his arms.

Ling Wu was very docile as he was carried; his eyelids were heavy from the alcohol, closing slightly. Jing Du's identity was sensitive, and he feared others seeing Ling Wu's face, so he told him: "Brother, use the jacket to cover your face, alright?"

"Be good."

Ling Wu didn't speak, pulling the jacket on his body up just enough to cover his entire head.

Jing Du stared at his movements, his eyes curving, and then he carried him across the dance hall; his pace was unhurried, his handmade leather shoes stepping onto the marble floor with a capable and steady rhythm...

Just as he was about to exit the dance hall, Yu Shixue turned out from the corridor, and the two met eyes.

Yu Shixue was caught off guard seeing Jing Du, his pace slowing slightly, and then his sharp gaze fell upon the person Jing Du was holding.

From his physique, it was a youth with long, straight legs and ankles like carved cold jade; the exposed waistline was beautiful and graceful, the fair skin on his side held by Jing Du's slender hand, the veins on the back of his hand forming a stark contrast with the smooth, delicate skin—it was so sexy it made Yu Shixue's throat tighten. Yet, the youth was nestled docilely in Jing Du's arms, neither noisy nor troublesome, inciting an unprovoked desire to abuse such fine flesh.

It was a pity the person's face was covered by the jacket, making it impossible to see his features.

It was Yu Shixue who spoke first; he raised an eyebrow, finding it interesting: "Adu, where did you get this little boy?"

"Aren't you homophobic?"

Jing Du's tone was languid, his words concise: "It depends on the person."

Depends on the person?

Yu Shixue analyzed the meaning of his words—homophobia depends on the person?

His brain must be fried.

A deep closet is a deep closet, yet he claims to be homophobic.

His curiosity was instantly piqued, and he wanted to get to the bottom of who this person was, the one for whom Jing Du was willing to break his "homophobia" curse.

Yu Shixue was tall with broad shoulders, blocking part of the light; his expression was unclear against the glare, but he took two steps toward Jing Du's side: "We're all good brothers, what's the point of hiding a beauty in a golden house?"

"Will you lose a piece of meat if I take a look?"

Jing Du bypassed him with a cold face: "Yes."

"Tsk." Yu Shixue pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, watching Jing Du walk toward the corridor with the person in his arms; the youth's wrist was exposed, his beautiful fingers clutching the silver-rimmed glasses.

So white.

A bit like Ling Wu.

Yu Shixue snapped his fingers twice and walked in the opposite direction of Jing Du, his mind inexplicably lingering on the sliver of wrist the youth had shown while holding the glasses.

Where did Jing Du get such a top-tier catch?

He paused his steps, suddenly voicing the thought in his heart: "A bit like Ling Wu."

Yu Shixue slowly looked up.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

"Fuck!"

Yu Shixue realized it too late in his heart; he glared and cursed under his breath in the direction Jing Du had left, then wind rose beneath his feet as he quickly followed up the corridor, pressing the elevator button several times in succession, and followed closely to the 6th floor.

6th floor.

Yu Shixue stood at the entrance of Jing Du's room, knocked on the door, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Jing Du! Jing Du! Open the door! Open the door!!"

"Screw your grandfather! Open the door for me!!"

Yu Shixue stood in the corridor, pressed his sidearm against the door frame, and with a "Bang! Bang!", fired two shots; just as he intended to fire the third, Jing Du pulled the door open with a stony face.

The two men's gazes met, swords drawn and bows bent!

Yu Shixue holstered his gun back into his pants pocket with one hand, pointed a finger at Jing Du, swept his gaze around the empty room, and his tone turned cold: "Where did you hide him?"

Jing Du looked at him with a subtle expression.

After taking off his glasses, those eyes were even more cold and heartless, and when looking closely at someone, there was an unprovoked sense of arrogance and contempt.

It made one's blood boil.

Jing Du blocked the doorway: "Who?"

"Who? You know damn well who in your heart!" Yu Shixue shoved him aside and walked inside, his tone sinister: "I'm asking what you're being so secretive about."

Jing Du was very steady in his emotions and closed the door casually.

He turned his head and saw Yu Shixue push open the bedroom door and pull back the quilt, revealing Ling Wu's flushed face; two buttons of his shirt had been undone, and the skin on his collarbone was marked with several striking red scratches........

Yu Shixue was instantly like a fuse that had been lit, and he cursed angrily: "Jing Du! You beast! I knew you didn't have good intentions; if I hadn't come, what were you planning to do to him?!"

Jing Du retorted: "What do you think I could do to him?"

He stood at the entrance of the bedroom, at the intersection of light and shadow, his expression unreadable.

"Ling Wu? Ling Wu? Wake up....." Yu Shixue straightened the person's body and saw the abnormal flush on both sides of his cheeks; he immediately leaned down, smelled the alcohol on him, and turned his head to vent his anger at Jing Du: "He's been drinking, it's not like you don't know he can't drink!"

"Jing Du, are you actually resorting to such low-class tactics as 'corpse-picking'?!"

Corpse-picking?

Jing Du reflected on himself for a rare moment; when he arrived, Ling Wu was already drunk to the point of losing consciousness, and he had even maliciously lied to him that he was Shao Yu. When you counted it up....... Yu Shixue's scolding wasn't unjust.

At that moment, Ling Wu on the bed murmured twice: "Hot...... so hot."

At this moment in Yu Shixue's heart, this person Jing Du was on par with a beast.

He preemptively accused him: "Did you drug him? I don't even dare to touch a single finger of his."

"We've known each other for so many years, Jing Du, you really are a damn villain!"

Yin Huaiyu and Yu Shixue's viciousness were both warnings placed out in the open.

But Jing Du was the type who was vicious in secret, the kind that didn't put it out in the open.

Even if he was stabbed in the back, Jing Du could still elegantly smile at you, brush off his clothes after the deed, and extract himself completely clean.

Jing Du: "Do you think I'm you?"

"When I went there, he was already drunk; if it weren't for me, he would have been 'corpse-picked' by someone else. Use your brain and think properly before you speak next time."

He sat on the bed and brushed aside the stray hair on Ling Wu's forehead.

The movement was so intimate and natural that anyone who didn't know would have thought the person who got engaged to him yesterday was Ling Wu.

"Take your claws off, get lost! If you want to talk, talk, don't get handsy." Yu Shixue dragged him up; the two men, both nearly 190cm tall, stood in the room in a standoff, the air filled with the smell of gunpowder: "Jing Du, are you still putting on an act in front of me?"

"Are you really such a kind-hearted person?"

"If it weren't for you, Ling Wu would have been taken away by someone else; you think you're speaking so decently."

Jing Du had never thought Yu Shixue was this impetuous and rude before.

He pulled his collar back, saw the extra wrinkles on the fabric, and clearly displeased, said in a chilly voice: "Can you calm down?"

"Me calm down? You should take some medicine!" Yu Shixue sneered: "If I hadn't come, you'd be ready to take off your pants and force yourself on him, wouldn't you?"