The Decade of Deep Love

Translator: Ruriko

Wenxu Jiang didn’t show any expression. He looked at Zhishu as if he was reading a contract. Jiang’s expression was cold and rational. At least, it seemed rational for now.

“Where’s your coat?” Wenxu Jiang scanned the whole body of Zhishu and took off his glasses. He had only a very low degree of myopia. He would wear them for a while only when he studied important contracts for negotiation.

Zhishu felt that he might be too cold, even his reaction slowed down. He smiled at Wenxu Jiang and said in a weak voice, “Didn’t you have dinner?”

Wenxu Jiang’s expression changed in an instant, and a stack of documents were directly smashed on Zhishu He. The documents had not yet been stapled, and the papers were sweeping all over him. It was not painful, but the sadness fell on the heart of Zhishu He.

Wenxu Jiang was in a good mood today. After working on a bidding project for a long time, he finally got in touch with Mayor Li’s precious son. That guy was very affectionate towards his lover who got fatal illness and had been in the blues. Recently, it was said that he gained the suitable marrow, so he was happy and easily gave the benefits to Wenxu Jiang. Now there was just rounding-off work. Wenxu Jiang also knew that he had been indifferent to Zhishu for a long time. He came home early and wanted to accompany Zhishu. But Zhishu wasn’t at home.

As a matter of fact, Wenxu Jiang didn’t get angry for that. Jiang thought that it was normal for Zhishu to go out and buy some vegetables or daily necessities. He waited patiently for a long time. When people were bored, they liked to think about something or do something. Wenxu Jiang didn’t want to work at home. Suddenly, he remembered the scarf Zhishu bought for him last year. On New Year’s Day, he wanted to take Zhishu to see ice sculptures in Harbin. Wearing this scarf was also an implicit attitude of showing his love to Zhishu.

The trouble came from a scarf.

When Wenxu Jiang found a neat classic Burberry scarf folded in the paper bag, he thought about when he had such a scarf for a long time. He always cared about his own things. He was sure that the scarf was not his. Whose scarf was that? Zhishu He was absolutely reluctant to buy such an expensive scarf for himself. Was that a gift from Zhishu? But the label was removed and it looked like it had been worn.

Wenxu Jiang smelled a cold fragrance and the disinfectant from hospital when he just approached the scarf. Suddenly, he recalled the doctor who drove the Ferrari and sent Zhishu a potted orchid worth 2 million yuan.

That was a serious thing. Wenxu Jiang was so possessive of his spouse. He seldom showed this possessiveness because Zhishu was gentle and meek and barely went out. Jiang Wenxu wondered what Zhishu did in the place he didn’t see. Couldn’t Zhishu stand loneliness? Were there more other things from another man besides the scarf in their house? What did they do in his home in countless nights when he didn’t come back? Were they entangled with each other on the bed?

The more Wenxu Jiang thought, the more disgusted he felt. Imagination was sometimes a very harmful thing. Wenxu Jiang let his imagination fly and waited for Zhishu the whole afternoon.

What kind of purchase could cost whole afternoon? Zhishu must be on a date.

Before Wenxu Jiang had time to think more, Zhishu He came back. 𝑓𝒓𝚎e𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯𝘰𝐯𝒆𝑙.c𝚘m

“Are you fucking good at it, Zhishu He? I don’t know that you can seduce men with the same reactions as a dead fish in bed?” Wenxu Jiang squinted at Zhishu with a sneer. That kind of look in his eyes hurt Zhishu very much.

Zhishu dropped his eyes and knelt down slowly to help Wenxu Jiang gather the documents one by one. He didn’t want to talk to a man who was unreasonable. Although Wenxu Jiang’s words hurt Zhishu more than the cold north wind blowing outside.

But his attitude annoyed Wenxu Jiang. Wenxu Jiang could not bear Zhishu’s silence and he felt it was acquiescence.

Wenxu Jiang was thoroughly annoyed. The more silent Zhishu was, the more disgusted he felt. He went up and kicked Zhishu, who was still half kneeling, on the shoulder.

Zhishu did not expect Wenxu Jiang would kick him all of a sudden. He could only feel?a pain on his shoulder, and then with that strength, he hit a sharp corner of the tea table behind him.

After the bone marrow aspiration, the waist of Zhishu was not good. He huddled and could not stretch because of the sudden pain caused by the collision.

“I’m asking you where you went,” Wenxu Jiang turned a blind eye to Zhishu’s pain, and questioned Zhishu in a cold voice.

“Hospital,” Zhishu looked up at Wenxu Jiang, with a pale face and deep hurt in his eyes.

“Did you leave your clothes in the hospital?”Wenxu hooked his lips and bent down to pinch Zhishu’s chin.

“Yes,” Zhishu didn’t explain. That was the fact. He didn’t know the imagination of Wenxu Jiang.

Wenxu frowned slowly. He loosened his pinch on the chin of Zhishu. His eyes were full of disgust like he was a little girl who had heard dirty jokes for the first time. He commented with surprise in a malicious tone, “Why are you so slutty?”

“Where do you feel better when fucking with the doctor? Ward? Lounge? Or my bed?”

Zhishu He suddenly raised his head. It was unbelievable. The man who he spent most of his life loving with all his heart and soul insulted him with such vicious words!

Zhishu struggled to stand up, and tried hard to keep the balance, “Wenxu Jiang!”

He also wondered how he could pronounce Wenxu Jiang’s name so loudly though he was as weak as water at this moment.

“How could you say that to me? Are you sure you’re clean enough? How can you play around outside and judge me like a decent man?! You think I don’t know what you’ve done? You really treat me as a fool, don’t you? You are totally a jerk!”

Zhishu was interrupted by a loud slap across his face.

Wenxu Jiang was so angry that he didn’t think about if he was wrong with his double-standard; he just wondered if Zhishu really slept with another man. Zhishu was his love since he was a teenager and he even didn’t want to show Zhishu to anybody.

The slap made Zhishu’s mind muddled and his ears buzzing. Wenxu Jiang came up and grabbed the wrist of Zhishu to drag him to the bedroom. He was not Doctor Ai who was unwilling to compel or hurt Zhishu. Wenxu Jiang was so vigorous that he pinched the wrists of Zhishu to blue.

“I just have to join in the spirit of the occasion. What you’ve done in home? Don’t you have a choice? Why are you keeping a dubious relationship with that man? Uh huh? Or you just need someone to fuck you!?”

The scarf which caused this trouble was thrown on the bed. The mattress and sheet of that bed were thrown all over the ground because Wenxu Jiang felt they were dirty and disgusting.

Zhishu noticed the scarf and remembered that the day Doctor Ai drove him home, Ai wrapped it around his neck. He folded it up, but forgot to return it when going to the hospital.

“Whose scarf?” Wenxu Jiang pointed at the scarf.

Zhishu laughed sadly, “A doctor’s.”

“Your clothes are left in the doctor’s place, and the doctor’s scarf is in my house. Can you two not be so shameless?”

Zhishu wanted to slap Wenxu across the face and make him stop talking in a voice dripping with sarcasm, but anger choked his words.

Zhishu was pressed on the bed by Wenxu Jiang. His back was hurt by the bed board, which was cold and rough.

“I hate you,” Zhishu didn’t resist Wenxu Jiang’s actions. Even his tone was quiet and flat, But the three words made Wenxu Jiang shiver.

That momentary panic was followed by more violent anger. Wenxu Jiang used the scarf to tie the wrists of Zhishu tightly, “You’re really bold enough now. You dare say anything, right? You’re short of men, right? Believe me, I can keep you from being touched by others!”

The smell of disinfectant on the scarf lingered in Zhishu’s nose. He was very distracted at an inopportune time. It was the same smell when Doctor Ai came up and hugged him. The doctor was so cautious and frightened; he probably liked Zhishu so much that he couldn’t do any violence to Zhishu.

What about Wenxu Jiang?

Their clothes were not completely taken off. Wenxu Jiang just undid the zip of his trousers.

“Bastard,” Wenxu Jiang was rude without any pity, “I shouldn’t… leave you at home!”

Zhishu shivered beneath Wenxu Jiang as if he was stabbed deeper by a knife. Wenxu Jiang did not lubricate him but used fingers soaked in saliva for his insertion. fr𝚎e𝙬𝚎𝚋𝚗૦ν𝚎𝒍.c૦m

Wenshu He never felt so painful. It was almost when Wenxu Jiang just sent his baby-maker in, Zhishu was torn and bleeding.

Zhishu gritted his teeth and could not help moaning bitterly. Then he began to bite his lips, tongue, and the soft inner wall of his mouth.