A fierce storm raged outside, bean-sized raindrops pelting against the window, their traces quickly replaced by new ones.

Lin Sui stood up from the soft chair, led Yan Qin down the corridor, opened a certain guest room, and said to the waiter in the corner, "Bring a set of clothes here."

The door closed softly, blocking out the outside world's line of sight.

Lin Sui slightly tilted his head up to look at Yan Qin in front of him. He looked in a wretched state, like a drenched, drowning dog.

Because he had been pressed under the water, the water had soaked his eyes. The areas around his eye sockets and eyelids were completely red, which, paired with his handsome features, couldn't help but evoke pity in others.

At this moment, Yan Qin bent over, making it easier for Lin Sui to look him in the eye, or even look down on him.

This was like strumming the most jarring note on a zither, plucking at Lin Sui's suppressed nerves. He cursed 'damn' in his heart, pushed Yan Qin to the floor, and pinned him down.

What was the hardest thing for Lin Sui to resist about Yan Qin?

It wasn't his awe-inspiring posture of slaughtering thousands of demonic spirits with a single sword, nor his tender affection when holding him in his arms, nor his yielding submission.

It was his vulnerability in certain moments, as if saying 'I am hurt,' 'I need your love,' like a canine quietly expressing its yearning.

It was as if his soul was whispering, making one feel the urge to give.

This was too fatal. Lin Sui could hardly resist his surging thoughts. He drew closer to Yan Qin, drawing in his vulnerability.

A thunderstorm raged outside the window, trees whipped around by the furious winds, the gloomy sky briefly illuminated by lightning, creating an absolute stillness within the extreme clamor.

Lin Sui's clothes were gradually being soaked by the water on Yan Qin's body, but he didn't mind.

Yan Qin stiffened due to the heat on his body, his brain dizzy as if lacking oxygen. Psychedelic, indistinguishable images surfaced in his mind—a fluttering cyan butterfly controlled in the palm of his hand, rippling soft white as it fluttered.

That was an absurd, unrealistic, and insubordinate scene. It was a heart palpitation that made his very soul thrill and tremble, his filthy greed that was like mud.

He could hardly tell true from false, not even knowing if he really felt those emotions from Lin Sui.

Did the believer in the storm finally step onto the journey home? Was the lighthouse he found truly a god, or just a struggling delusion?

The clamoring of his heart was so intense that it felt like it would burst and die in the next moment. Whether illusion or reality, Yan Qin reached out his hand.

The slender waist was unbearable to hold; his palms closed tight, capturing the fragrant sweetness of the cyan butterfly.

Like a silver snake flicking its tongue, red lips, white teeth, and the tip of a tongue left a wet trail on the wolfdog's neck, resembling a seductive ghost.

Lin Sui's face bore an ostentatious smile, his complexion going from pale to flushed red.

[Why did you stop the electric shocks, great Will of Heavenly Dao?]

[Keep going, or is your energy running out?]

Even while enduring the taking, Lin Sui still relentlessly mocked in his mind.

The blue bead trembled with human-like anger. [Don't be so smug!]

The System could use punishment to control Lin Sui, but how could it affect the Child of Fortune's spontaneous behavior?

Lin Sui wanted to say something else, but the grip of the hand holding his waist suddenly tightened.

That butterfly was crumpled by someone—it was an obedient overstepping of bounds, and a maddening greed.

Yan Qin caught that swimming fish, not allowing it to slip away in a flash, but tightly drawing from its warmth, sweeping up its fragrant sweetness.

This was a gift from a god. Surface restraint and blood-deep brutality rolled and mingled together; the darkness from the bottom of his heart overflowed, forging an insolent defiance.

The silver chain hanging around Yan Qin's neck was hooked out by slender fingers, the pendant's engraving swaying in the air.

"Yan Qin, you did well."

The bright red tip of his tongue peeked faintly between his teeth as he spoke. Lin Sui's fingers plunged into Yan Qin's soaked hair, his amorous eyes slightly raised.

His fingertips gently rubbed the scalp. An invisible electric current coursed up the spine, scattering into the flowing blood.

Yan Qin looked at Lin Sui without blinking, his eyes brightening slightly because of the praise.

A knock on the door disrupted the moment; it was the waiter leaving the clothes at the door.

Lin Sui didn't really like the damp feeling on his body. He sat on the chair and told Yan Qin to get the clothes himself.

He originally thought Yan Qin would go to the bathroom to change clothes. But before he even had time to shift his gaze, Yan Qin began unbuttoning his shirt with incomparable naturalness, his speed so fast that even Lin Sui was stunned.

Lin Sui: [I didn't say anything.]

Lin Sui immediately proclaimed his innocence to anger the System.

The System might have already been angered half to death, its flashing light faint.

Lin Sui propped up his head and looked at Yan Qin, slightly raising an eyebrow.

It seemed it hadn't shrunk much; it should be about the same as in his past life. Tsk, that really makes it a bit much to handle.

System: ......

So painful, why did it have to endure all this? Just kill it now!

The Child of Fortune was truly too disappointing! This person was so bad and so evil, why did he have to like him?

Yan Qin sorted out his clothes in a somewhat flustered manner, using an expressionless face to hide his embarrassment.

He originally wanted to see how the young master would react, but being met with the young master's deeply intrigued gaze made his reaction flare up again, making him wish he could just drill into the ground.

Teasing an innocent boy is really interesting, Lin Sui thought to himself with a smile.

The door was knocked on again, or perhaps 'smashed' would be a more appropriate word.

The person outside seemed exceptionally irritable, kicking the door so loudly it shook the heavens, as if trying to kick it open.

Yan Qin opened the door and looked at Yan Zhou, whose expression was twisted at the doorway.

Yan Zhou wasn't tall. He was twenty-three this year, less than 1.7 meters tall, while Yan Qin was tall. Even though he was only nineteen, he was 1.84 meters tall, completely looking down on him.

It was just that Yan Qin had previously lived under someone else's roof and had his mother as a weakness, which was why he didn't resist. But now, it was different.

Even if his status was still lowly, standing behind him was an ancestor who naturally disliked bowing down to anyone.

Yan Zhou had just been revived. Before he could even change his clothes, he came knocking on the door with a cold face. To think that this cheap bastard Yan Qin dared to treat him like this; he definitely had to make him pay the price.

But when the door opened and he met Yan Qin's eyes, he unconsciously recalled the terrifying scene from just now and subconsciously flinched. Noticing his own reaction, Yan Zhou felt he had lost face, which made him even more enraged.

"Ah Sui, if you still consider us friends, don't interfere in this matter. He almost drowned me; I want him to pay the price!"

Yan Zhou's expression was unusually ferocious. He wasn't joking. Unlike his previous petty squabbles, he now truly wanted to off Yan Qin, break his arms and legs, and torture him to the point where he wished he were dead.

Lin Sui was still in his posture of sitting on the chair and propping up his head, lazily answering, "I don't lack friends."

How could the little ancestor of the Lin Family lack friends and lackeys? Just like Yan Zhou himself said, Lin Sui could have any kind of person he wanted, and naturally, there were many who valued profit and came forward to befriend Lin Sui.

Although the Yan Family was a well-developing wealthy family, compared to the colossus that was the Lin Family, it was still hard to shake them.

If Yan Zhou was capable himself and was some kind of elite, he would have a bit more confidence, but he was an utter good-for-nothing who only knew how to play.

Yan Zhou hadn't expected to hear such an answer and looked at Lin Sui in disbelief.

Yan Qin, however, gave a small smile, which made Yan Zhou's anger rush to his heart even more upon seeing it.

"Lin Sui, are you really going to be this ruthless? How long have we known each other, and how long have you known this cheap bastard? What, did he serve you so well in bed that you don't even recognize your friends anymore? You clearly know he is just an illegitimate son of my family, a bug that will never see the light of day!"

Yan Zhou was so furious that he spoke incoherently, his voice rising higher and higher until it was practically a roar.

"What kind of airs are you putting on in front of me? I've said before that you have to look at the owner before beating a dog, right?"

Lin Sui stood up from the chair, slightly lifting his chin, and gazed at Yan Zhou with cold eyes.

"If you absolutely must pursue this to the end, then go cut off your old man's junk. Who told him he couldn't control himself back then? If you cut it off early, it'll be a once-and-for-all solution, saving him from adding any more younger brothers or sisters and causing you such worry."

Lin Sui seemed to be considering things for Yan Zhou, but the glaring sarcasm overflowed, exceedingly unreasonable.

It wasn't as if Yan Qin's mother deliberately got pregnant with this child. It was the then-President Yan who insisted on playing without a condom. She took birth control pills but still ended up pregnant. She only found out at over two months, and when she wanted to go to the hospital for an abortion, she was told that if she aborted this child, it would be difficult for her to ever get pregnant again.

Yan Qin's mother couldn't bear to part with the child in her womb, so she found a small place to settle down and raised Yan Qin alone. However, because she contracted cancer, the family fell into debt. She worried that the sixteen-year-old Yan Qin wouldn't be able to support himself, which was why she brought him and showed up at the Yan Family.

Whether she secretly hoped her son could get a share of the Yan Family's assets, Lin Sui didn't know. But Lin Sui knew that Yan Qin had no such intentions. The reason he stayed in the Yan Family was partly for his mother's medical expenses, and partly because President Yan felt that his own flesh and blood couldn't be left wandering outside; he would rather let him be tormented than let him leave.

It was normal for Yan Zhou to have hatred towards Yan Qin, but to vent like this for several years and still torment him in every possible way, he was truly pushing his luck.

Yan Zhou was trembling all over with anger at Lin Sui's words. His face alternated between green and pale, as if he would faint from anger in the next moment.

Yan Zhou said exasperatedly, "You insist on being this merciless, right?"

"Ah Sui."

Song Yunqing also hadn't expected Lin Sui to say that, and he gently shook his head at Lin Sui.

"What, you think what I said is wrong?"

Lin Sui wouldn't give Song Yunqing this face, blowing on non-existent dust on his fingertips.

"It's not that you can't touch him. Go back and ask your old man, see if he's willing to spit out the meat that's already in his mouth."

"Even if he wanted to spit it out, I would force him to swallow it."

Lin Sui wouldn't waste his breath with Yan Zhou; his words carried profound meaning.

Yan Zhou wasn't completely stupid; he immediately understood that Lin Sui must have done something.

Song Yunqing deeply gazed at Lin Sui, feeling the young master's changes even more distinctly.

The young master in the past was also domineering and unreasonable, but he wouldn't have such an oppressive aura.

"If your surname wasn't Lin, on what basis would you..."

Yan Zhou's teeth ground together audibly, his eyes bloodshot. Before he could even finish his sentence, he stopped himself, forcefully suppressing the urge to say more.

"What a pity. I am Lin Sui, and I just so happen to be able to act recklessly."

Lin Sui sighed lightly, though there was no regret in his words. His beautiful features were arrogant and haughty, yet it made people feel that this was exactly how it should be.

Aloof and remote, dangerous and charming.

The author has something to say:

Brother Yan: Regarding what you said, I'll borrow your auspicious words.

Yan Zhou: ?

Hahahahaha, how savage.