Chapter 22
Luo Qingjia had fallen into Wen Chen’s trap again yesterday.
After being tossed around all day, he couldn't even leave the house, and his plan to meet Wen Qingheng had completely fallen through.
Furthermore, to provoke Wen Chen yesterday, he had lied about going on a date with Yuan Ye. In the end, he was so utterly exhausted that he forgot all about it. He didn't even have the energy to keep up the act, let alone call Yuan Ye.
And those explicit voice messages he sent yesterday, pretending to be Yuan Ye? He had actually sent them all to his own alt account.
His original plan was to secretly reply to messages in text, mimicking Yuan Ye's tone. But Wen Chen kept a close eye on him the entire time. Wen Chen had even carried him into the kitchen while cooking, frying dishes one-handed under the guise of: "I'm afraid my baby doesn't know how to use it properly and might get hurt."
He couldn't find a single moment to be alone. Even if he had remembered to keep up the act, he didn't have the chance.
He felt very anxious right now. He had no idea if Wen Chen had noticed these suspicious details, if he had clicked open the WeChat chat log between him and "Yuan Ye," or if he suspected that they weren't actually a real couple.
Most importantly, he had put on that huge show yesterday originally to demand an explanation from Wen Chen. He hadn't expected to either lose his voice entirely or have his mind go completely blank, unable to think of a single thing to say.
He strongly suspected that Wen Chen did it on purpose—deliberately using this method to dodge his questions and avoid confronting the nature of their relationship. So annoying!
Then again, he didn't get a spanking yesterday, but those little toys had tormented him half to death.
If he had known that this outwardly strict and proper older man was actually so secretly wild, he would never have teased him with those dirty words.
Saying things like, "I'm at an age full of youthful vigor. Since Uncle won't let me find a man and refuses to help me himself, then buy me some toys," trying to force Wen Chen's hand in every way possible.
Well, look how that turned out. Wen Chen was truly a man of his word and bought him a whole lot of them.
He had no idea when Wen Chen had collected them, but there was a massive, bizarre variety. Yesterday was just a small test run, yet it had scared him into making a mess, ruining Wen Chen's bed, which earned him another strike on his record.
Wen Chen said they would settle this score tonight, telling him to mentally prepare himself for a new method of punishment. He had no idea what kind of punishment it would be. Subconsciously, he felt a flicker of anticipation, but he quickly extinguished the thought.
Remembering Wen Chen's increasingly wicked methods, he couldn't help but shiver.
He only hated that his mind had gone completely blank at the time, his voice was ruined, and he couldn't refuse Wen Chen's unilaterally declared notice, even nodding in submissive agreement. He could only blame those little things for being too powerful, forcing him to yield under Wen Chen's tyrannical abuse of power.
If he could turn back time to a month ago, he definitely wouldn't have asked Wen Chen to buy him those things.
Not only had he thrown himself to the wolves, but he had also turned this cold, abstinent, untouchable flower into a secretly lustful, fake-proper, wicked sunflower.
If he hadn't brought it up to Wen Chen first, this older man—who had been single since birth—probably wouldn't even know such indecent things existed in the world.
A month ago, Wen Chen was aloof and ascetic, practically begging to be teased. When he asked Wen Chen to buy him toys, it was merely an excuse to say some flirtatious things; he hadn't taken it seriously at all.
At the time, he was absolutely certain that with Wen Chen's stiff, orthodox personality, he would never buy such things for him, let alone go out of his way to learn about them.
Who could have expected this? To actually give him such a huge surprise... No, a huge fright.
He was intensely curious—what kind of mindset did this old prude have when he bought these items? What was his reaction while picking them out? It must have been hilarious, right?
What kind of motivation drove him to do something so out of character?
Did he do it out of a principle of honesty and keeping his promises, blushing all the while?
Or was he afraid that with his youthful vigor, he might just find a random man to satisfy his needs, concluding that indecent objects were still better than a man of unknown background?
Or perhaps... this man was just secretly wild to the bone, looking entirely proper on the surface, but actually yearning to watch him play with these things.
Just like last night. As soon as the man finished saying he had bought him many toys, before he could even react, he pulled a whole pile of them out of the safe.
He laid them all out in front of him, introduced them one by one, and asked him which one he wanted to choose.
When had he ever seen a scene like that? Don't let his endless flirtatious banter and teasing moves fool you; in reality, he was still a pure, innocent beginner.
He had never seen a single one of these little things before. The only reason he even knew about these indecent items was from reading novels.
He usually read web novels to learn flirting techniques and various indescribable bits of trivia. He relied mainly on his imagination, at most looking at some pictures and text. He had never seen the real things, let alone understood practical application.
If he was really going to put it into practice, he needed mental preparation. Most importantly, Wen Chen hadn't even confessed his feelings to him—why should he let Wen Chen take advantage of him so easily?
So, he shook his head resolutely at the time, gritting his teeth and declaring that he didn't want any of them.
But Wen Chen kept a straight face and said, "My baby begged me to buy all these. I spent a lot of effort tracking down these premium items... Now you say you don't want them? Does that do justice to Daddy's hard work?"
Luo Qingjia made a few more excuses, but Wen Chen was relentless, blocking every single one of them.
Finally, forced to compromise, he randomly picked a few items, told Wen Chen to let him go, and said he was going back to his room to tinker with them.
Who knew Wen Chen would say with absolute seriousness, "No need to go back to your room, play with them right here. Baby hasn't used these before, and you might get hurt if you use them improperly. Daddy has studied these manuals carefully and can guide you from the sidelines."
After saying that, regardless of whether he agreed or not, Wen Chen picked out a few relatively milder items and tested them out on him one by one.
His hands were tied, leaving him only able to kick his legs wildly in resistance. As a result, he lost control of the situation, and ironically, his thrashing only made those things exert their maximum effect...
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While picking out clothes in the walk-in closet, Luo Qingjia recalled the various scenes from yesterday, feeling furious one moment and blushing with shame the next.
His mind wasn't on picking clothes, and he searched for a long time without making a choice. It wasn't until Wen Qingheng called to ask if he had left the house yet that he forced his brain to block out those suggestive images.
Then, he quickly picked out a loose-fitting, soft-fabric casual outfit and changed into it.
Only after confirming that the fabric was soft enough not to chafe the burning skin in certain places, and ensuring the cut was loose enough to conceal things that shouldn't be seen, did he walk over to the floor-length mirror with satisfaction.
He stood with his back to the mirror, turning his head to scrutinize his reflection. Once he confirmed again that nothing looked abnormal from behind, he finally relaxed, ready to head out and meet Wen Qingheng for his farewell dinner.
Wen Qingheng's leg injury had healed, and he had returned to work at the corporate headquarters for a few days. His mental state had suddenly improved a lot. Surprisingly, he was full of drive, declaring that he was going to Africa to expand their market and would return in a year or two once he had achieved some results.
This was a good thing. Although the environment in Africa was relatively harsh, the freedom made up for it.
Away from his suffocating parents and extremely strict grandfather, Wen Qingheng's mental state would surely improve a lot, wouldn't it?
Besides, out in Africa—far away from the center of power—Wen Qingheng wouldn't be able to enjoy the royal treatment of a crown prince quite as much. With no one there to coddle him, he would probably grow up faster, right?
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