Lao Zi From An American School Was Raped By A Mixed-Race Daddy Chapter 6

Chapter 6 The Only One. I will also become your only sugar…

I do not know what kind of emotions you are projecting onto me, Mr. Schneider, but I have no inappropriate thoughts toward Jessica, nor toward any other woman. Even if you do not respect me, you should at least respect your business partner.

Ruan Siyu could not help himself. Like a bristling wild cat, he bared his teeth at Schneider.

So that is the reason, is it? How pathetic. Robert Schneider, the owner of a cutting-edge tech company, has an ex who is a straight man who only likes women. That would make for some excellent tabloid news.

He watched as a crack rapidly expanded across Schneider’s face. For a moment, Ruan Siyu held his breath in fear, a rare spark of regret flickering in his heart.

Perhaps he should not have recklessly provoked an existence he could not resist. His sharp tongue would eventually land him in trouble he could not solve.

Josh Ruan.

Schneider’s voice was like muffled thunder in the night. His pronunciation of the name Ruan was exceptionally clear. A strange sensation, like an electric current, surged up Ruan Siyu’s spine, making his body go stiff.

Now, pick up the US dollars on the floor. And remember, every cent you receive will be a gift from me. I will also become your only sugar daddy. You can only provide services to me. Do you understand?

Ruan Siyu wanted to mock the man’s overconfident arrogance and spit on the unshakable authority on his face, but he could not even lift the corners of his mouth. He was too tired, and this was not a battle between equals.

He had no chance.

I do not think you can achieve that, Schneider. You are not God, he said coldly, his voice laced with a weakness that only he could detect.

I am indeed not, but I can make you live in hell.

Schneider’s voice was filled with an obvious threat.

There is only one reason you would be willing to sell yourself. Your brother and sister, whom you were once so proud of, have stopped caring for you. Even then, it should not have brought you to this point. You are doing this for your mother. I found out that she took on part of your late father’s debts. In that case, you really do need money.

And I have plenty of money. My family has extensive connections. With just a little maneuvering, I could have your mother, who is struggling to support a bankrupt enterprise, sent to prison immediately.

Or perhaps… He slowly approached Ruan Siyu, causing Ruan Siyu’s nerves to tighten to a precarious degree. He remained frozen as Schneider leaned down, burying his high bridge of a nose into the crook of Ruan Siyu’s neck, greedily inhaling his radiating panic.

I might not have to do anything at all. You would simply end up with AIDS in some other old man’s bed and destroy yourself in no time. You are smart; you know how to choose.

Ruan Siyu’s chest heaved several times before he pushed Schneider away forcefully. He walked silently to the scattered pile of cash and knelt on the floor, gathering the bills into stacks.

Looking on the bright side, this was indeed the easiest money he had ever earned. Perhaps in a while, he could drag this heavy cash to a well-heated hotel and spend the night.

Not every gold digger looking for a sugar daddy would encounter such a generous fool. Five hundred thousand dollars was a sum of savings that many Americans accustomed to overspending could not accumulate in a lifetime. Ruan Siyu did not think anyone else would be more generous than the successful trust fund baby before him, for only those born at the top of the pyramid would treat cash as mere numbers.

His choice was correct. He should seize the opportunity Schneider gave him. Picking up money was really no big deal; it was much better than the freezing world outside and his frozen bicycle.

Except… Ruan Siyu actually had no choice. From the moment he accepted Jessica’s invitation, he had no choice.

Schneider was too strange. For a wealthy, strong, and successful sugar daddy, he seemed overly invested and moody. His emotions, the source of which Ruan Siyu could not fathom, were a dangerous factor of losing control. He did not know what the man actually wanted to do to him.

But he also knew very well that no matter what the other party wanted to do, he had no room for resistance.

The mention of his mother caused him to lose most of his fighting spirit. His breathing began to tremble, and his vision grew somewhat blurred, like the precursor to a panic attack. He desperately suppressed the tremor in his breath, forcing his hands to continue their mechanical movements.

Schneider stood motionless where Ruan Siyu had pushed him, his deep blue eyes staring fixedly at him.

His cold-hearted ex-boyfriend seemed completely unchanged. He looked tall and elegant when standing, yet appeared small when crouching, with limbs as soft, playful, and graceful as a vigorous cat.

Schneider hated him intensely. For three years, in countless midnight dreams, he had heard that playful yet cruel voice. That voice repeatedly told him that he was loathsome and unworthy.

Ruan Siyu’s smile and contempt had become the things he feared most. He had sworn never to appear before the man again because he did not want to experience a second rejection, a second denial, or a second abandonment.

Yet fate always enjoyed playing jokes. Three years were enough to turn everything upside down, but they had failed to bring even a hint of warmth to Ruan Siyu’s heart.

He did not recognize him. This ridiculous and absurd fact sank deep into Schneider’s heart.

Originally, he thought all of this was a malicious game orchestrated by Ruan Siyu. From accepting the invitation to feigning compliance, the goal was to give Schneider a second unforgettable lesson—that those who dared to covet Young Master Ruan would come to no good end.

The Ruan family was bankrupt, but he did not believe Ruan Siyu had truly fallen to such a state. Ruan’s father had transferred many assets abroad before his death. Like most wealthy people, being declared bankrupt in one country would not affect their family’s ability to live a luxurious life in another.

Furthermore, Schneider knew that Ruan Siyu’s siblings and the massive family behind them would not abandon him; he had been pampered since childhood. It sounded absurd, but as far as Schneider knew, Ruan Siyu had always been very dependent on his siblings, far more than on his father.

Even when rejecting Schneider, Ruan Siyu had not forgotten to mention his high-status siblings to highlight Schneider’s lowliness and unworthiness.

But when Ruan Siyu truly lowered himself to please him, even selling himself for a few measly bills, the hatred in Schneider’s heart reached a new peak.

Even at this point, this liar still could not remember him. Even in their second encounter arranged by fate, he had grown to loathe him once more.

But Schneider was no longer the sixteen-year-old Lin Huaian.

The man involuntarily clenched his fists, the veins on his arms pulsing beneath his expensive shirt.

He would no longer shed tears. He would no longer be as obedient as a dog, running away with his tail between his legs after being kicked. He would no longer comply with Ruan Siyu’s will just because he was afraid of annoying him.

He would no longer fantasize about the day Ruan Siyu might remember him and speak of even a tiny bit of nostalgia in a reminiscent tone.

He hated Ruan Siyu. This time, he would absolutely not leave the stage in dejection because of the other man’s cruelty and loathing. Neither of them would escape.

Schneider frowned, watching Ruan Siyu’s movements grow slower and slower. The heavy bills pressed down on his slender fingers like heavy snow on a cold plum blossom.

The unvented hatred and anger in Schneider’s chest died down. He thought of Ruan Siyu’s overly empty suit and his shockingly thin waist. He thought of his weight, which felt like nothing on his lap, and his lips pressed into a straight line.

Just as he wanted to approach Ruan Siyu and say something to break the silence, the wooden door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open.

Hey boys, are you going to eat dinner?

Jessica poked her head in with a bright smile. Her beautiful dark eyes swept over the stiffly standing Schneider and then landed on Ruan Siyu, who was kneeling amidst a pile of cash.

Her smile faltered, suspicion and confusion settling into her expression. Her gaze swept back and forth a few times, and her voice dropped.

Rob, what happened here?

She asked Schneider, and Ruan Siyu took a breath like a drowning person briefly surfacing. He spoke before Schneider could open his mouth.

It is nothing. Mr. Schneider asked me to help him pick up the money.

Jessica was no fool. Ruan Siyu could feel the nature of her gaze on him change.

Was it disdain, regret, mockery, or pity? He did not dare to distinguish it carefully. Shame was like water heated to a boil. To make everything look somewhat normal, Ruan Siyu accelerated his pace of picking up the money, piling the stacks of cash into the overturned leather suitcase. But the busier he got, the more money scattered, and his fingers began to spasm hysterically, refusing to obey him.

He could no longer pretend that everything was normal. Reality had punctured the bubble he maintained with social etiquette and witty words, displaying itself cruelly and heavily before everyone.

He was not like them. He was a gold digger looking for an opportunity, and this pile of cash before him was the entire purpose of his presence here.

He was a commodity.

He knew that Schneider only had to say one sentence—He is picking up the payment for selling himself—to make him lose the last shred of dignity before Jessica. Everything he did was in vain. Hyperventilation made his mind go blank. His consciousness seemed to briefly escape his body, looking down from above as he humbly bent his spine, clawing for money from the carpet at the sugar daddy’s feet like a dog foraging for food.

The next second, his body was lifted. Schneider’s tense face came into view. He froze for a few seconds and was placed on the long sofa before he could start struggling. Schneider reached out with his long arm, dragged over a camel hair blanket, and haphazardly wrapped it around him as if wrapping a cat with wet fur.

You do not need to help anymore. Sit here and wait a while. The Barolo you like—drink it.

The man actually did not refute his hypocritical defense but instead played along with his lie.

A glass of decanted Barolo was poured into a crystal glass and shoved into his hand. He held the wine, his other hand still clutching a few bills he had not had time to drop. He watched as the tall man paced irritably in front of him, looking for some reason like a large dog that had caused trouble and was circling its owner. Jessica frowned and said to them:

Josh, dinner will start being served in ten minutes. We will wait for you to come down before we start. Robert, come out with me now. I have something to ask you.

Schneider looked at Jessica with a cold face. Just when Ruan Siyu thought he would lash out, he actually followed Jessica out of the room without a word.

Left alone in the room, Ruan Siyu furrowed his brows in confusion. He took two sips of the expensive red wine, and a thought flashed quickly through his mind:

How did Schneider know that Barolo was his favorite?