On the pitch-black highway, a black Aston Martin Vanquish sped by. In the passenger seat, a young man’s wrists were bound with a necktie, raised and tied to the roof of the car. This forced him to keep his arms up, revealing a small section of his fair, tender skin. His wrists were slightly red from the friction of the tie, a scene that was both taboo and alluring.

He looked pitifully at the man driving. “Sir, please let me go. If… if you need them, I can give you the tickets for free.”

Though Fang Chen sounded pitiful, he was already cursing inwardly. How could I be so unlucky? Getting caught on my first day selling tickets. Who is this guy? The police? An undercover agent?

Seth glanced sideways, looking indifferently at the boy’s innocent face, and sneered, “Cursing me in your head?”

Fang Chen shook his head in panic, blinking his eyes. “Of course not, sir.”

The man’s gaze swept over him, inch by inch. Little liar. A beautiful little liar. But since he dared to sell fake tickets, he had to be prepared to bear the consequences. The man looked away, his expression still cold.

Fang Chen secretly gritted his teeth. My phone was taken, I can’t contact anyone to save me. Who is this man?! Where is he taking me?!

The car continued forward until a police officer up ahead waved his baton, signaling for them to stop. Fang Chen’s heart skipped a beat. No way, is he taking me to the police station?

“Sir!” he said in a panic, tilting his head up, his beautiful black eyes misty. “We can talk this out. Please don’t hand me over to the police, okay?”

Seth looked down at him and sneered, “I have you tied up, and you’re still trying to make demands?”

Fang Chen’s heart was in his throat. He shook his head. “No, sir. I’m begging you.” He had heard dirty stories about some police stations abroad; he didn’t think he would make it out alive if he went in.

The man’s face was calm, looking completely unmoved. But after a couple of seconds, he suddenly raised his hand and untied the necktie from Fang Chen’s wrists. Then, without a word, he opened the car door and got out.

The police were not far away. Seeing a man wearing a mask get out of the car, they cautiously approached and asked a few questions. When Seth took off his mask, their attitude changed completely. They respectfully escorted him back to his car.

When Seth opened the car door, the boy in the passenger seat was gone. All that could be seen was a round, plump bottom sticking out from under the seat, the tail on it still trembling slightly. Seth narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on it. After half a minute, he let out a soft cough.

The young man raised his head and saw the face beneath Seth’s mask. He froze in shock, his eyes and mouth wide open. He stammered, “Seth Bolton…”

Seth smiled at him, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “So you do know me. Makes sense, since you were selling my fake tickets, of course you’d know me.”

Fang Chen felt a chill as if his blood had frozen. His lips trembled, and his first instinct was to look out the window to see if the police had left. Being in the hands of the police has to be better than being in this man’s hands. Rumor had it that Seth was violent and could kill a raging bull with one punch. For someone like Fang Chen, it would be no effort at all.

Guessing what the boy was thinking, Seth said lightly, “Don’t even think about it. The police have already left. I thought you were eager to spend time with me.”

Fang Chen lowered his head, not daring to speak, his body trembling slightly. He was still wearing his costume from the club, a little lamb outfit. As his body shook, the large pink ears on his head seemed to tremble too.

The man’s eyes darkened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. He said nothing more, got in the car, and drove away. The police had only been conducting a routine check; he hadn’t specifically called them to catch this little lamb. But of course, there was no need to tell that to the terrified little lamb.

The car drove to an apartment building in the city center. After parking, Seth glanced at the boy beside him. “Get out.”

Fang Chen bit his lip and obediently followed him out of the car. They took the elevator upstairs. The moment the apartment door closed, Fang Chen’s heart trembled. All avenues of escape were now cut off.

He looked around. This was Seth’s apartment, with traces of Seth’s life everywhere. It was his territory, and he himself was like a little lamb dragged into a wolf’s den, with absolutely no chance of escape, only able to await his fate.

The man took off his coat, hung it up, loosened his tie, and sat down on the leather sofa. He tilted his head, saw Fang Chen still frozen in place, and beckoned to him with a finger.

Fang Chen shuffled over reluctantly. The man sat in a lazy posture, while Fang Chen stood obediently before him, head bowed, looking as if he were waiting to be reprimanded.

Seth spoke lightly, “How many did you sell?”

The little lamb waved his hands vigorously and said aggrievedly, “It was my first day. I didn’t sell a single one.”

Ha! To think my little lamb is so pathetic!

Seth said amusedly. The little lamb lowered his head.

Seth stood up, his oppressive presence overwhelming. He was more than a head taller than Fang Chen. Looking down at the top of his head, he deliberately lowered his voice. “They should be sent to the police station. They’ll starve you for a couple of days, and if you show any resistance….”

He paused mid-sentence. Fang Chen looked up at him, his eyes extremely red. With a slight blink, a tear rolled down his cheek.

Seth’s mind went blank for a moment. Crying? He’s crying already? I haven’t even touched him!

Fang Chen didn’t make a sound, just silently shed tears. The words the man said were too terrifying. His mind was filled with horrible scenes of himself being beaten with one club after another.

Seth’s heart felt tight. He usually dealt with boxers at the club, who wouldn’t cry out in pain even if their faces were covered in blood. But this one started crying after just a few threatening words. The worst part was, this was the first time he had ever met this person, so why did his heart ache with a dull pain, as if a stone was lodged in it, the moment he saw him cry?

Seth subconsciously wanted to comfort him, but just as the words were about to come out, he felt it was wrong. Why should I comfort him? I caught this little liar to teach him a lesson!

The man deliberately kept a straight face and lowered his voice. “What are you crying for!”

Fang Chen, who was immersed in his crying, was startled by the sudden cold shout and froze for a moment. Just as Seth breathed a sigh of relief, the next second, the little lamb started bawling, even plopping down on the floor.

Fang Chen wiped his tears, giving up completely. “Fine, send me to the police station. I didn’t make any money anyway. I’m just so unlucky. Boohoo, why am I so unlucky?”

Seth’s breath hitched. He instinctively bent down and scooped him up. Fang Chen struggled a couple of times, kicking his legs, but under the man’s absolute height advantage, his resistance was futile. Seth just picked him up like that.

Big eyes stared at small eyes. Black eyes stared at blue eyes.

Fang Chen even forgot to cry. He asked dazedly, “Why… why are you holding me?”

Seth didn’t know what had come over him; his action had been completely subconscious. He pursed his thin lips, his face still cold. “I’ll hold you if I want to. Do I need your permission?”

Fang Chen thought, …But you’re holding me.

After a good cry, his head seemed to clear up a bit. He wasn’t as devastated as before. He sniffled, and his voice softened. “I’m sorry, but I really didn’t make any money…”

At the mention of this, Fang Chen wanted to cry again. Why am I so stupid? How did I not make a single penny? Life is about to crush this little lamb.

Seeing him on the verge of tears, Seth’s scalp tingled. He spoke without thinking, “Stop crying. I’ll buy your tickets.”

A tear still hung on the little lamb’s eyelashes, about to fall. He asked blankly, “Then how many will you buy?”

Seth held him with one arm supporting his bottom, and with the other hand, he gently wiped away the teardrop. “I’ll buy them all.”

---

No one could have predicted things would develop this way. For the first time, Seth reflected on his actions seriously. At first, he was going to catch the guy and send him to the police station. But the little lamb looked at him with pleading eyes, and for the first time in his life, Seth’s heart softened, and he let him go. Then, he brought the boy home, intending to teach him a good lesson. But the little lamb started crying again. And then what? What did he say? He was going to buy the tickets? He, Seth Bolton, was going to buy his own fake tickets?! No one would believe it if he told them.

Fang Chen buried his head in his little bag and pulled out three fake tickets, respectfully handing them over. Seth took a deep breath, for the first time feeling like he should punch himself in the head.

He asked lightly, “How much for one?”

Fang Chen smiled sweetly. “Ten thousand dollars each.”

Seth was so angry he laughed. “Back at the club, weren’t you saying they were four thousand dollars each?”

Fang Chen said seriously, “I didn’t know who you were then. Now that I do, you’re super rich, right? This much money is just pocket change for you. It’s called charging what the customer can bear.”

A vein throbbed painfully on Seth’s forehead. Why did he feel like he had invited a wolf—or rather, a lamb—into his house?

He transferred the money in front of Fang Chen, buying three pieces of useless paper. The little lamb let out a “woohoo” and was happy again. He had made money.

But the next second, the man held up his phone with the transaction screenshot and said flatly, “Alright, now I have evidence. This is the illicit money.”

The little lamb was speechless. “!??”

Fang Chen paced around the living room, so anxious he almost switched to Chinese. “No, no, let’s go over this again. Didn’t you willingly buy the tickets just now? You knew they were fake when you bought them.”

Seth smiled slightly. “Where’s your proof?”

Fang Chen was so angry he was speechless.

Fearing the little lamb would start crying again at any moment, Seth spoke first. “But I have no intention of sending you to the police station. Of course, that’s on the condition that you satisfy me.”

The little lamb quickly scurried over. “Sir, what do you need me to do?”

Seth’s lips curled into a slight smile. “You have to do things that make me happy.”

The little lamb bowed devoutly three times. “Okay sir, I can do laundry and cook. I’ll do a good job.”

Seth narrowed his eyes. That wasn’t what he wanted. But… they could take it slow.

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Seth’s guest room was much better than a student dorm. Fang Chen moved in just like that. Looking at the money in his bank account, the little lamb was so happy he did a somersault on the bed. Making thirty thousand dollars in one go, just for doing laundry and cooking—where else could he find such a good deal?

The next morning, feeling like a proper male servant, Fang Chen took a laundry basket to Seth’s bedroom to collect the dirty clothes. He knocked on the door, and a man’s hoarse voice came from inside.

Not thinking much of it, Fang Chen pushed the door open and went in. He gathered a few clothes hanging nearby into the laundry basket, then said with a smile, “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely wash them until they’re spotless—”

His words came to an abrupt halt. The little lamb’s eyes widened as he stared at what was under Seth’s blanket, utterly shocked. “You, you, you—”

Seth glanced down, his tone calm. “It’s the morning. It’s normal. Don’t you have it?”

Is that normal? Can a normal person be that big?

The little lamb shook his head like a rattle, then realized it was unbecoming of his manliness and nodded seriously. “Of course. Mine is even more impressive than yours, but I’ve already taken care of it.”

Seth’s mouth twitched. “So impressive. Then could you help me take care of mine too?”

“…”

Huh? Is that right??

The little lamb buried his head and ran out with the clothes. Seth didn’t stop him, his dark gaze following him.

Saying he was doing laundry really just meant collecting the dirty clothes and putting them in the washing machine. As for cooking, that was even more unnecessary. Seth ate customized nutritional meals delivered by a professional. Fang Chen tried it once and felt like dying. It wasn’t spicy, savory, or fragrant at all.

Seeing the boy’s pouting face, Seth frowned. “You don’t like it?”

Fang Chen nodded listlessly. He completely forgot he was currently “paying off a debt” and demanded righteously, “I want to eat Chinese food.”

Seth looked at him for a few seconds, made a phone call, and had someone deliver ingredients. That evening, Seth personally cooked a Chinese meal.

The little lamb circled around him. “You’re amazing. How do you know how to do everything?”

Seth’s lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile. “It’s average. I just followed a tutorial. It’s very simple.”

And so, Fang Chen’s work was once again reduced. He no longer had to cook; in fact, it was the other way around. Seth cooked for him.

He had been living here for half a month. On this day, Seth was out for training. He had arranged for the dinner ingredients to be delivered in advance. Fang Chen was at home watching TV. Hearing the doorbell, he ran over to check. He could tell what Seth was making for dinner tonight just by looking at the ingredients. Beef ribs, some green vegetables, and oh, a bottle of red wine.

Fang Chen picked it up and looked at it. Is Seth planning to have a little drink with him? Fang Chen looked longingly at the red wine and called Seth.

“Someone just delivered something.”

Seth grunted in acknowledgment. “We ran out of ingredients at home, so I had someone send some over.”

Fang Chen asked hesitantly, “Can I try some first?”

Seth frowned. Try what? Aren’t all the ingredients raw? Or did they deliver something extra? But he didn’t think much of it. Fang Chen could eat whatever he wanted. He agreed, not forgetting to add, “Don’t drink too much of the yogurt in the fridge. You had a stomachache last time. I’ll be back as soon as possible to cook.”

Fang Chen obediently replied, “Okay.”

After hanging up, he met Joey’s probing gaze. Seth looked away uncomfortably and said coldly, “What is it?”

Joey narrowed his eyes. “You’re acting strange. Is there someone at your place?”

Seth put on an indifferent act. “Just a little slave, doing chores at home.”

“A slave? Human trafficking, you!!”

Seth couldn’t be bothered with him and pushed him away. “Move. I’m going to train.”

Joey followed closely. “Really a slave? The way you were talking didn’t sound like you were talking to a slave.” Telling him not to drink too much yogurt because he might get a stomachache. Tsk tsk tsk.

Seth kept a straight face and pretended not to hear.

After training, some guys from the club wanted to have dinner together. Seth didn’t go, just told them to put it on his tab.

Joey sighed. “Don’t mind him. He’s in a hurry to go home and cook for his little slave.”

Seth sneered and pointed a finger. “You’re sparring with me tomorrow.”

“…”

When he hurried back, the lights in the apartment were still on. Seth’s heart melted. The feeling of someone waiting for him at home… was not so great. The man stared expressionlessly at the drunkard hopping around the room with an empty wine bottle.

“Seth! You’re back!!” Fang Chen bounced over to him, holding up the wine bottle. “Cheers!”

Seth’s mouth twitched. Seeing the man’s lack of reaction, the little lamb sighed. “Then I’ll just have one myself.” He raised the empty bottle to his mouth and pretended to drink.

Seth felt a headache coming on. He snatched the bottle away and glanced at it. This was the wine he had planned to use for braising the meat tonight. The little lamb was still making “woohoo” sounds, happy about who knows what.

Seth was both angry and amused. He strode over and picked him up, planning to give the little drunkard a bath first. Even in the man’s arms, Fang Chen didn’t stop squirming. Seth was stirred up for no reason. He slapped Fang Chen’s bottom and said in a deep voice, “Still moving?”

Fang Chen whimpered, but lifted his bottom even higher. “One slap is ten thousand dollars, you know.”

Seth was so angry he wanted to throw him out.

After a great deal of effort, he finally got the little drunkard into the bathroom. Fang Chen kept splashing around, eventually soaking Seth’s clothes. The man decided to just get in and wash with him. The water rushed down.

Fang Chen looked down, first at him, then at himself, and asked seriously, “Hmm? Why is it different?”

Seth narrowed his eyes. “How is it different?”

“Yours,” Fang Chen gestured a length with both hands. “Mine,” he pinched his fingers together, “is just a pinch.”

Seth was amused by him. Although it was an exaggeration, the difference was still quite obvious when they were put together. Being stared at like that by Fang Chen, what was originally sleeping gradually began to wake. The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Just as he was about to speak, Fang Chen suddenly leaned over and took it in his hand.

Seth, for once, froze. “You—”

Fang Chen smiled with curved eyes. “You help me wash, so I’ll help you wash too.”

The man stared at him, his eyes dangerous. “Are you sure, baby?”

After half a month of this slow-boiling approach, Fang Chen had let his guard down and would actively get close to him. Especially a drunk little lamb. He was even softer. He actively pressed himself against Seth, asking clingily, “What was that? What did you call me?”

Seth lowered his head and kissed his lips. Baby. You are my baby.

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Alcohol was truly the little lamb’s greatest enemy. Fang Chen woke up from his daze, recalling the events of last night. He wished he could just cover himself with the blanket and never wake up. A few minutes later, Seth pushed the door open. Seeing the lump under the covers, he smiled. “You’re awake?”

Fang Chen remained silent, his voice muffled. Seth walked over and hugged the lump through the blanket. “I made congee. Baby, get up and have some.”

Fang Chen shot out from under the blanket. Because he had been under the covers, his face was flushed, and his black eyes were wide. “What did you call me?!”

“Baby.” Seth said deliberately, “Didn’t you wrap your legs around my waist last night and ask me to call you that a few more times?”

Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!! Don’t remind me!!!

“Alright.” Seeing that he was genuinely embarrassed, Seth stopped teasing him. He leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I’ll carry you to wash up.”

Fang Chen buried his head in the man’s shoulder and said nothing. Seth carried him to wash up, then carried him to the dining table and fed him congee.

Fang Chen was a little uncomfortable, muttering, “Um, about us… last night….”

Seth grunted in response.

Fang Chen’s heart sank. He felt that the man didn’t want to talk about it. He thought, forget it, we’re both adults anyway. In the midst of wind and rain, this little pain is nothing!

The little lamb gritted his teeth and said nonchalantly, “Ha! You’re right! I was drunk too, so you didn’t lose out. Let’s just pretend nothing happened.”

“I’m picking out rings. I’ll show you in a bit.”

They both spoke at almost the same time. Fang Chen was stunned. The man’s expression darkened, and he narrowed his eyes. “Baby, what did you say?”

Fang Chen murmured, “Rings?”

Seth turned him around to face him, staring into his eyes. “What do you mean ‘nothing happened’? Are you not going to take responsibility for me?”

Fang Chen blurted out, “Huh?”

Seth said with a serious face, “We’ll decide on the rings in a bit. Then we’ll find a time to go register for marriage.”

Fang Chen stammered, “Ha-ha? Isn’t that too, too, too fast?”

Seth snorted. “Didn’t you ask me to be faster last night?”

“…”

Friendly fire! Don’t shoot!

The man didn’t seem to be joking. After breakfast, he handed Fang Chen a tablet. On it were several rings he had already picked out, for Fang Chen to choose from.

Fang Chen was stunned. “When did you start looking?” Didn’t we just… last night…

Seth said without changing his expression, “The first day you moved in.”

“!!!”

This is kidnapping a little lamb!

The little lamb, his butt sore, lay on the bed picking out rings. Just then, his friend Jaymin called, asking what he had been up to all these days and why he hadn’t been out.

Fang Chen sighed and said vaguely, “Don’t mention it. I… I owe some money, so I’m working at someone’s house now.”

Jaymin was shocked. “How much do you owe? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Thirty thousand dollars.”

“Then telling me wouldn’t have helped,” Jaymin’s tone changed. “So what do you do?”

Fang Chen thought about his original purpose for moving in here. “I cook.”

Just as he said that, the man walked in from the doorway, holding a plate of cut fruit for Fang Chen. He coaxed him, “Baby must be tired from picking out rings. How about I make your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs for lunch?”

Fang Chen choked, then forced himself to continue, “And do laundry.”

The man thought of something else. “Baby’s underwear, I washed them for you, but I lost a pair. Don’t mind it.”

Fang Chen angrily hung up the phone with a “smack.”

“Do you think I’m an idiot!! How can you lose underwear while washing it?!!”