TLCBITAR Chapter 241

Chapter 241: The Difference Between Reality and Novels

Chapter 241: The Difference Between Reality and Novels

Zhou Jin lay naked on the double bed of the guesthouse. The alcohol made his skin flush red, his eyes half-closed, his lips slightly parted, exuding a tempting sensuality.

What infuriated Zhou Jin the most was the hand gripping him – the distinct joints and even the raised blue veins were clearly visible.

He clenched the photo tightly, his eyes filled with anger as he stared at Gu Yuanci opposite him, who wore a smile that wasn’t a smile.

“Just like you see, I even took a video. Want to watch it?” Gu Yuanci slowly unbuttoned his cuffs, a smile always on his face.

Zhou Jin’s eyes were terribly red. He had thought that after so many years, Gu Yuanci had already let go of his obsession with him, but now it seemed he was still a madman.

“No wonder you deliberately got me drunk last night, so that was your plan. Gu Yuanci, your behavior already constitutes indecent assault.” Zhou Jin suppressed his voice, the photo in his hand already crumpled. He tore the photo to shreds in front of Gu Yuanci and continued, “I’ll say it again, I can’t possibly like you. Give up that hope.”

Gu Yuanci had expected this reaction. He rested his chin on one hand, looking at him with a deep gaze. “Brother Jin, do you think I’ve only committed indecent assault?”

“What do you mean?” Zhou Jin frowned, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

Gu Yuanci’s eyes darkened, his naked gaze moving down Zhou Jin’s Adam’s apple, his voice also deepening a little: “Brother Jin, have you really forgotten who was Entangle [Entangle, chán, to twine, to harass]ing me last night, not letting me leave?”

Zhou Jin’s expression changed instantly, his chest rising and falling heavily. That blank memory gradually surfaced.

The intertwined figures on the pure white sheets, intimate and inseparable, desperately entangled. The rising temperature in the room, his bangs and back soaked with sweat.

“Hello, guests, your meal is ready. Please enjoy it while it’s hot.” At this time, an employee of the guesthouse restaurant brought over some soft, easily digestible food. He quickly glanced at Gu Yuanci, and just as he was about to greet him, he saw the haggard but extraordinarily handsome man suddenly stand up, casually grab the glass of warm water on the table, and splash it on the boss’s face.

The employee was stunned, standing dumbfounded on the spot, speechless with shock at this sudden turn of events.

Zhou Jin only felt dizzy. No wonder his whole body ached after waking up, especially the area below his lower back, which was Stinging [cì tòng, stabbing pain] unbearable. He had been taken by Gu Yuanci.

This fact made him tremble uncontrollably. His churning stomach protested, and black spots appeared before his eyes. He staggered back a step, almost falling to the ground.

Gu Yuanci grasped his hand in time, the worry in his eyes seeming so ironic to Zhou Jin. He shook off Gu Yuanci’s hand and said coldly, “Don’t touch me!”

The abnormality of the two men finally attracted the attention of other guests. Zhou Zhou, who witnessed the whole process, couldn’t help but feel Sigh [xīxū, to sigh, to be sad about something].

The two people who had a good relationship in the book were like enemies in reality, wishing they could cut each other to death.

“Pei Yanlie, what do you think?” Zhou Zhou withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the man who had sat down next to him at some point.

“Reality is often much crueler than in novels. I’ve heard of Zhou Jin. After the death of the Zhou family’s leader, he single-handedly took on the heavy burden of revitalizing the family business. He is flexible and adaptable, and has suffered a lot in the upper circles. To have this achievement now, it can only be said that it is not easy. As for that Gu family guy, I’m not too clear.” Pei Yanlie reached out and put his arm around Zhou Zhou’s waist, gently stroking it. “Little Zhou, I’m very glad you were born into a happy family.”

Zhou Zhou frowned, his gaze falling on Zhou Jin again, seeing the other party walking out of the guesthouse door with unnatural steps, while Gu Yuanci, who had been splashed with a face full of water, chased after him without hesitation.

“Perhaps, restoring their memories will break this situation.” Zhou Zhou naturally opened his mouth, holding the spoon that Pei Yanlie handed over, the sweet aroma of the food spreading in his mouth.

Pei Yanlie “mm”ed, but didn’t think so in his heart. Those memories might be a good medicine to repair the relationship, or they might be a poison that increases estrangement and pain.

“He was my elder brother for more than two months, I hope they can reconcile.” Zhou Zhou lowered his head and glanced at Pei Yanlie’s slender and powerful hand, and said in a light voice, “Marshal Pei, can you be serious?”

“Eat more, your waist is getting thinner again.” Pei Yanlie pinched his waist, skillfully starting to feed him.

The surrounding guests secretly looked at the two men leaning close together, a huge wave stirring in their hearts.

Soon, an explosive post swept across the Xing hai forum, quickly becoming popular with hundreds of likes per second.

Soon, many eye-catching posts sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

[Breaking news, the Marshal likes men!!]

[Intimate photos of the Marshal and his lover, hurry up!]

[Ahhhh! The Marshal’s gentle feeding, I’m going to die.]

…

“Di di di”

Zhou Zhou had thick skin and didn’t care about the fiery gazes of others. He casually opened the constantly flashing light brain.

The three words “Little Mustache” came into the man’s eyes next to him. His face immediately darkened, and he refused to allow any argument, “Hang up, don’t answer.”

Zhou Zhou glanced at him. “You can be domineering, but I can choose not to listen.”

Pei Yanlie tightened his fingers, his eyes dark and surging with dangerous emotions. Zhou Zhou covered his eyes with one hand and lightly “hmph”ed, “What kind of look is that? Don’t tell me you still want to put chains on me?”

Pei Yanlie raised his hand and pressed it against the back of his hand, pulling it to his lips and kissing it lightly. “No need for chains.”

He lowered his head, leaned close to Zhou Zhou’s ear, and whispered, “You can disobey.”

[And the result?]

Zhou Zhou twitched his ear, his breath stagnating.

Pei Yanlie tightly grasped his hand, without answering, but his thumb heavily traced across his palm, his lowered eyes becoming even deeper.

“Di di di”

Hu Wenxu persevered in making voice calls. In the end, Zhou Zhou still answered, openly and honestly, in front of Pei Yanlie.

“Little Zhou, are the photos in the posts real?” Hu Wenxu’s voice was extremely hoarse.

“Yes.” Although Zhou Zhou hadn’t logged into the forum, he could probably imagine what posts the surrounding onlookers had posted.

Hu Wenxu was silent for a long time, then said with difficulty, “How long have you been together?”

It was hard for him to imagine how Zhou Zhou had met the Marshal, since the two of them usually had no interaction at all.

“I was trapped in the book for more than two months, and I got together with him.” Zhou Zhou didn’t plan to explain too clearly.

“Okay, I understand.” Hu Wenxu hung up the phone after saying that.

He stood in front of the small villa where Zhou Zhou had previously lived, his eyes terribly red. Thinking that the person Zhou Zhou liked was actually the Marshal, he knew that he had lost completely.

What did he have to resist that high and mighty man? He turned and left dejectedly.

“The feeling of being heartbroken, it must be very sad.” A gentle voice wrapped in mockery entered his ears.

Hu Wenxu was stunned, raising his eyes to look at the tall and handsome man in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice, “I never had it, so how can I be heartbroken?”

He lowered his head again, not looking at the man again.

“Afraid? Retreating?” The man blocked his path. “Are you so willing to give up?”

Hu Wenxu stared at the hand blocking his path, and said coldly, “What does my giving up have to do with you?”

“You want Zhou Zhou, I want Marshal Pei, it’s that simple. We’re on the same boat, each taking what we need.”

“Tch, wishful thinking.” Hu Wenxu raised his face, the ridicule in his eyes clear at a glance.

“To tell you the truth, the Marshal is a bachelor for life, and never thought about marrying Zhou Zhou. He and him are just playing around.”

Hu Wenxu took off his glasses and threw them on the ground, the whole person’s temperament undergoing a earth-shattering change. He casually brushed away the bangs hanging over his eyebrows, “You specially ran in front of me to Provocation [tiǎosuō, to incite, to instigate], what do you want me to do, Su Wanxing.”

Su Wanxing chuckled, put one hand on his shoulder, and took out an invitation from his pocket with the other. “Young Master Hu, tonight is my grandfather’s birthday banquet, welcome to attend. As for what to do, it’s not clear in a short time. Let’s go, I’ll buy you coffee.”