KC | Chapter 77

Chapter 88 Crazy Dog

The moist Chen Xi sank into the soft quilt, his eyelashes fluttering and fluttering, feeling a little uncomfortable, and also carrying some indescribable feeling, like being stretched open and then closed up, taken apart and then put back together, broken into many pieces, then pieced together again.

The calm and wise negotiation expert had lost control over Chen Xi more than once. He had once thought the start of that loss of control was stopping Shen Yuesheng’s car, but only now did he know the start of it had been that chaotic night; he had once thought he only desired Chen Xi’s body, but only now did he know sex was merely one way of expressing love; he had once thought only key clients could tear open his skin and stir up all his emotions, but only now did he know that compared with Chen Xi, key clients fell short by too much.

Spring nights were bitterly short, so seize the day.

Bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, living room, balcony… Chen Xi hated the balcony the most!

But Lin Yiran liked it.

A beast that had worn skin all year round exposed its true self in loss of control, craving without limit, gone utterly mad.

He embraced clarity, smashed through cuteness, and could not wait to fuse Chen Xi into his bones and blood, eat him apart and swallow him down, become one body.

A mad dog, in order to blend into society, put on a gentle and refined coat. In order to sign clients, it forced itself to become greasy. It only dared reveal its sly, selfish nature deep in the night, using exercise to temper its body and strip away grease, constantly killing the self that wanted to become normal.

Chen Xi did sales because he had no money, while Lin Yiran did sales entirely for the thrill, but the joy of signing a key client could only last for a moment, and after that came a huge emptiness. He used smoking to fight the withdrawal symptoms when there were no key clients, and had repeatedly felt anxious because he could not find a source of excitement.

He was a crazy dog, pathologically craving stimulation.

In his eyes, Chen Xi was some unknown single-celled creature, with bizarre thought patterns, lacking logic, stupid, and very cute. He seemed to have developed a cuteness invasion syndrome, with uncontrollable liking and dependence on Chen Xi’s cuteness. Emotion overflowed and could not be controlled, and in the end only destruction remained.

Chen Xi was very obedient, very well-behaved, and most of the time very cooperative, but the gap in physical strength between the two was huge. Chen Xi could only cooperate for the first half, and by the second half he was a dead fish on a frying pan, not even able to turn over.

The social life channel often reported news like “rape,” “sexual assault,” and “seduction and rape.” Lin Yiran felt that most people who could do such things were psychopathic perverts with mental illness. Now, he was the pervert, crazily taking from Chen Xi while he slept.

A body that had been overdrawn could no longer keep its nerves taut. Once the long-tense nervous system relaxed, Chen Xi slept soundly.

In his head, three little people floated on the sea. Wave after wave of seawater rolled over their bodies, and the heat of the sea wrapped each inch of skin warmly and tightly. They held hands and turned into Chen Xi.

When he woke up, he only felt his face smeared with heat, as if salty, fishy seawater had dripped into his lips.

“Fuck your mother, Lin Yiran!” Chen Xi swore the moment he opened his mouth.

“Full of filthy words, not cute at all.” Lin Yiran blocked his mouth.

After a long drought, he encountered sweet rain, and took endlessly.

Lin Yiran liked places that excited him, and in order to achieve his goal, he always praised Chen Xi for looking good in those places.

While wantonly plundering him, he also longed to receive a response. He could not suppress this nearly pathological desire for control.

Chen Xi’s eyes were very red, his lips were very red, and his body was also very red.

He felt that he must have been cursed, which was why he followed Lin Yiran’s wishes and did everything exactly as told.

Leaders were always generous with praise toward employees who performed well, and would also give punishment to those who tried to resist.

Chen Xi liked to turn off the lights, liked to grope around in the dark, crawling in pitch-black, gloomy corners.

An exhibitionist, and someone who died once exposed to light.

When opinions could not be unified, and discussion came to nothing, they could only solve the problem with force.

Chen Xi pushed away his hand on the stove, and the rabbit, driven into a corner, bit fiercely…

“Take it easy when you bite, don’t knock your tooth loose and come find me to fake an injury.” Lin Yiran looked calm and unruffled on the surface, while his palm unyieldingly and without question held Chen Xi’s head…

Chen Xi struggled twice but could not break free, and his mouth was blocked so he could not curse.

Lin Yiran completely ignored what he said, carrying out, controlling, and squeezing according to his own ideas.

In these two days, all of Lin Yiran’s relatives had been greeted one by one. The rabbit had been bullied hard, biting, clawing, and scratching, leaving marks of varying depth all over him.

The heavy rain was about to stop. Lin Yiran leaned against the bedhead and scrolled on his phone. He ordered a 1.5*1.8 floor mirror on Taobao. The shop owner said his request was rather rare and needed custom work, and the earliest they could come install it was next Saturday. After Lin Yiran paid, he glanced at the WeChat icon with 99+ unread messages, then shut the phone off.

Large enterprises usually closed their books on weekends, and they were not paying anyway, so why bother dealing with them?

He had the “cash machine” on the bed and did not use it, but instead went to chat up key clients. He was really free.

Lin Yiran’s palm brushed over… Chen Xi immediately shot up a meter on the bed, almost falling to the floor.

Being squeezed dry and exploited day and night by that dog of a boss, unable to fight back and also unable to win in a fight, and then resisting only to get the same thing done to him instead, Chen Xi decisively gave in: “Bro, I really can’t do it anymore, really, I can’t!”

Lin Yiran said, “Last month Zhang Yuanji and the others kept failing to collect payment. At the end of the month I prodded them a few times, and this month they all got their incentive.”

The topic shifted across frequencies a little too much, and Chen Xi could not figure out what he wanted to say. He blinked his big eyes and subconsciously flattered his leader: “Uh, let me thank you on their behalf.”

Lin Yiran stroked his waist, his gaze deep, his voice smiling: “This shows that the potential of sales can always be pushed out if you give it a push, and people’s potential is all brought out by pushing.”

Chen Xi seemed to have fallen asleep, and also seemed not to have. Fortunately, this time when he woke up, his body was dry and refreshed, not abnormal like the previous few times.

On Sunday afternoon, Chen Xi soaked in the bathtub for the seventh time. Thinking it over carefully, it still did not seem as exaggerated as the legendary “seven times in one night,” so why was he so stunned?

After calm analysis, Chen Xi came to a conclusion: the little bastard did it seven times in one night, and after finishing he even had to grandly boast about it; the old beast only needed one time to make it dawn, and after finishing… there was no such thing as after finishing.

He even suspected that if tomorrow were not a workday, he would be kept going by Lin Yiran, all the way until death.

A corporate slave had never been so grateful for Monday.

They said they were helping clean him up, but in reality he still had to work hard himself. Chen Xi touched his deflated belly and frowned as he lifted a leg to play with the water in the bathtub. Looking over his whole body, there were pinch marks only at his waist, and no other injuries at all. In contrast, Lin Yiran, standing in the bathroom mirror, had scratch marks all over his chest, ribs, back, thighs… all over his body.

Heh, heh-heh, somehow it felt a little like… I did him?

“What are you laughing at?” Lin Yiran raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing, just seeing you always looking in the mirror, it’s kind of funny.”

Every time after they finished, Chen Xi had to jab at Lin Yiran a few times. A marketing big shot had never suffered this kind of anger before, and naturally he was unhappy, so he would not indulge this bad habit of his. It was just that he would not express dissatisfaction as directly as Chen Xi did. Expressing dissatisfaction was only a way to vent emotions, and it did not achieve the goal. Lin Yiran’s goal these two days was only to fuck Chen Xi by any means necessary.

A refined scum was good at packaging, wrapping filthy desires in a skin.

“Chen Xi, why do you think Shen Yuesheng wanted to look at my wristband?”

Chen Xi: …Brother, can you not mention other men to me in the bathroom?

After being messed with several times, Chen Xi finally figured it out: every time Lin Yiran suddenly changed topics and talked about something else, it was because he was digging a pit for me.

“Because the wristband was given by Uncle Zhang from the culture and tourism bureau, and Shen Yuesheng was rather curious about culture and tourism related stuff, so he wanted to look.” My answer should be fine, there’s definitely no way he could drag this into a dirty topic.

“Then think again, from when did Shen Yuesheng start changing his attitude toward me?”

Chen Xi thought carefully and said, “Probably from when you covered my mouth?”

Huh, that was strange. How did covering a mouth cause a change in attitude?

Could it be that Shen Yuesheng kept talking with Brother Lin because he saw the wristband?

Then that meant Shen Yuesheng had recognized this wristband from the very start!

“Ah, Brother Lin already knew Shen Yuesheng recognized this wristband, so he specially ‘borrowed’ it from Uncle Zhang?”

Lin Yiran nodded.

Chen Xi very slowly sorted through the timeline, and only after a while did he realize, “Brother Lin had prepared the wristband from the beginning, so after not saying much, Shen Yuesheng changed his attitude.” Rather than having some other motive toward you.

But why could Brother Lin be so sure that Shen Yuesheng needed resources from culture and tourism, and just happened to wear a wristband he recognized?

Because Brother Lin had done a background check on Shen Yuesheng!

Brother Lin had put in effort for Pinsheng, and for Lanhai KA, and more than that, it was for me.

Chen Xi sat blankly in the bathtub. Lin Yiran walked over and sat on the edge of the tub, touched the little single-celled creature’s cute little head, his tone indulgent, but the look in his eyes was chilling.

After confirming his feelings, these past few days he had often thought about Chen Xi. He had not only checked Chen Xi’s visits, but also the surveillance footage from the day Shen Yuesheng visited the Lanhai cafe.

Lin Yiran clearly heard Shen Yuesheng say to Chen Xi, “I want to sleep with you.”

Checking on other people’s privacy was not a fair or upright thing to do. On top of that, Chen Xi said he had a “dad-like tone,” so these past few days Lin Yiran had been restraining his intense desire for control.

An upper-class person knew very well what the gossip-loving people in Lanhai were discussing. Lin Yiran never asked subordinates about anything outside of work.

He would never ask Chen Xi how he negotiated with Pinsheng. His self-respect did not allow him to do that.

But not asking did not mean he did not want to know. That damned desire for control was going to drive him crazy.

Young people were all rebellious, and even a little hint of a lecturing posture was annoying. A refined scum put on a gentle and refined skin, showing no emotions at all.

Lin Yiran had always been vengeful, and over the years anyone who stole his clients never ended up well. Chen Xi was not honest, and he would not let this matter go. He had to get something else out of Chen Xi before he could feel satisfied.

Mentioning Shen Yuesheng was just to set up the situation.

Chen Xi had not realized the mistake he made before, and Lin Yiran used public matters for private gain, borrowing force to strike force.

“How many times did Shen Yuesheng change his attitude?”

Chen Xi again carefully recalled their conversation. After he deliberately exaggerated things and put a high hat on Lin Yiran, Shen Yuesheng’s attitude clearly changed. It was then that he said he wanted to look at the wristband.

The Jiuse Deer wristband had a prominent logo. Since Shen Yuesheng had already recognized it, why did he still want to look?

Because he suspected Lin Yiran had forged it.

Why did he have that suspicion?

Because I blew him sky-high…

Σ(⊙▽⊙”a

What seemed like a conversation without any waves actually had undercurrents surging below. So Brother Lin was not role-playing, I really did stir up trouble, pull the rug out, and almost ruined the whole deal.

It was I who had been arrogant and self-righteous, thinking victory was within easy reach.

Shen Yuesheng was suspicious. If Brother Lin had not stepped in to smooth things over and save the situation, Pinsheng probably would not have continued the cooperation.

“Brother Lin, I’m sorry. At that time I thought you…” Chen Xi coughed and, knowing he was in the wrong, took the initiative to rub his face against the hand Lin Yiran rested on top of his head. “I really didn’t expect Shen Yuesheng to be that sensitive. He was too smart. Luckily you…”

“Most key clients have backgrounds and status. KA work is not a one-shot deal, so when communicating, you must be rigorous. If a status cannot stand up, then don’t say it too highly. The other party will definitely do a background check.”

Chen Xi lowered his head and gave a soft “mm.”

The easiest time to negotiate a deal with a client was when the other side felt the vendor had done too much for them and felt indebted. Right now Chen Xi felt indebted, and Lin Yiran had reached the stage of closing the net.

The long fingers continued to stroke Chen Xi’s face, along from his neck to his chest.

Between them, there were only two topics, work and sex, and Lin Yiran cleverly linked the two together.

“Chen Xi, what are the kinds of client needs?”

Good student Chen Xi answered obediently: “They are divided into implicit needs and explicit needs, surface needs and real needs. I, I didn’t understand Shen Yuesheng well enough.”

The knuckles lifted Chen Xi’s chin. Lin Yiran smiled, but not quite smiling: “What do I need to know him that well for? I only asked about me.”

Ha, so after going around in such a big circle, he had been waiting here!

Chen Xi pulled the person into the bathtub, his tone light and teasing, the corners of his eyes hooked like a lure, and exposed it in one sentence: “You only have sexual needs.”

Author’s note:

Reported, revised to 300 characters