Chapter 19 – The Simp Is Forcibly Loved by the Overbearing CEO 19

“Hmm… yours is a bit on the miniature side, but it’s okay. You don’t have to feel insecure. It’s not like you’ll be using it in the future anyway.”

Feng Yan observed him for a moment, then teased him with a brilliant smile.

The word “miniature” was something Shuang Yu could not accept. His wasn’t small, at least not in a way that had anything to do with being miniature. It was the original owner’s problem! With a serious expression, he zipped up his pants, intending to reason with him properly.

“President Feng, perhaps you have some misunderstanding of the word ‘miniature.’ It’s not that mine is too small, but that yours is abnormally large. You should really reflect on yourself. Your kind only exists in stallion novels.”

He didn’t know which word or phrase had struck a chord with Feng Yan, but his expression suddenly turned somewhat excited.

“You said… I’m a lunatic?”

He licked his lips with an excited expression and spoke with a dangerous glint in his narrowed eyes.

Shuang Yu looked at him with a cold face, silently retorting, Aren’t you?

Feng Yan didn’t deny it. He suddenly let out a seductive chuckle and whispered in a husky voice, “Perhaps you’re right. Now… it’s time for the lunatic to take his medicine.”

As his voice fell, he quickly stepped forward, grabbed Shuang Yu’s head, and bent down to kiss his lips with feverish intensity. It happened so fast that before Shuang Yu could react, he was completely caught. It had to be said, Feng Yan was an excellent kisser, possessing a unique charm that could lure one into sinking deeper.

Wine was a good thing. It could help people drown their sorrows and also make them happier. Of course, it could also… make them easily excited. Perhaps he was just drunk. Feng Yan stared at his face without blinking, his eyes glinting with the dark light of a hunter who had cornered his prey.

Indeed, his aroused expression was very sensual. What should he do to make him cry? Should he go a step further? Feng Yan’s hand gently pulled open the hem of his shirt, slid inside, and caressed the dimples on his lower back.

Unable to bear it any longer, Shuang Yu suddenly raised his hand and threw another punch. Bang— One second, the troublemaking Feng Yan was stirring up a storm; the next, he was knocked out cold by another punch. Very good, now both sides were symmetrical. Shuang Yu, breathing heavily and his legs still weak, had to lean against the wall to catch his breath and straighten his clothes.

Just then, a customer pushed open the door and was startled to see Feng Yan lying on the floor.

“Don’t be nervous, he’s just dead drunk.”

He explained calmly, then bent down and hoisted Feng Yan over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before leaving. After paying the bill, Shuang Yu also called for a designated driver. He then carried him into the car, had the driver take them to a nearby hospital, checked the lunatic in, and went home.

[My Lord, Yan Qianqian went to explain things to Sheng Xiaoran.]

While soaking in the bath, Xiao Ai’s voice sounded again.

Shuang Yu had expected this. He nodded and waved his hand. A water mirror appeared before him, displaying a live feed of the situation on Sheng Xiaoran’s end. The living room was dark. He sat alone at the bar, drinking glass after glass of hard liquor. The dim lighting made his face look even more sinister. The sharp, piercing voice of a woman echoed from his wireless earbuds.

“Sheng Xiaoran, are you even listening to me!”

“Mom, I’m listening.”

Sheng Xiaoran’s face was expressionless, but his tone was very obedient.

“That female artist under you was fooling around with a woman in Li Yushu’s greenhouse, and the news of Li Yushu razing the greenhouse is all over the place. Now everyone is treating me like a joke. How do you manage your subordinates?! You’re a grown man, do I still have to teach you how to do things? You’ve been this incompetent since you were a child. It was bad enough that you couldn’t compare to Feng Yan when you were young, but now you’re still being overshadowed by him as an adult. I’m not asking you to have his ability to expand the Sheng family, but can’t you even do the bare minimum of protecting it?”

Jiang Lu berated him relentlessly. Sheng Xiaoran was already used to his mother’s neglect and blame. In his memory, his mother had never shown him a pleasant expression, always looking at him with disgust and contempt. If that was the case, why did she even give birth to him? With bitterness in his heart, he lifted the bottle and took a large swig of alcohol, feeling completely dejected.

“Since you’re so pleased with Feng Yan, why don’t you just let him be your son? I’m indeed not capable of managing the company. Wouldn’t it be better if you just handed it over to Feng Yan to manage!”

As his voice fell, he hung up the phone without waiting for Jiang Lu’s response. Gulping down the hard liquor, Sheng Xiaoran’s mind was flooded with scenes from his childhood. He had worked hard to get a perfect score and happily showed the test paper to Jiang Lu.

“Mom, I got a hundred this time.”

But the woman’s eyes were filled with indifference, and she impatiently pushed him away.

“Get out of the way, I have to go to a social engagement. Don’t block the path.”

…

He had failed an exam, scoring only 99. Jiang Lu had taken a rattan cane and whipped his calves relentlessly.

“Useless! How dare you bring home a test with a 99? If I were you, I’d just bang my head against a wall and die. How could the Sheng family produce such a waste!”

…

His mother had never loved him. He had thought it was just because she didn’t like children. But his fantasy was cruelly shattered after his younger sister, Sheng Xiaojing, was born. His mother adored his sister, treating her like a precious treasure. If his sister scored ten points, his mother would praise her for her progress. If his sister made a mistake, he was the one who got beaten. He had always tried so hard to win his mother’s approval, only to turn his own life into a joke…

“Sob… sob… why can’t you love me? What did I do wrong…”

Empty liquor bottles littered the floor. Sheng Xiaoran buried his head in his knees and wept softly. Ding-dong—ding-dong— The doorbell rang. He drunkenly got up to open the door. Outside, a meticulously dressed Yan Qianqian adjusted her expression, making it look pitiful and moving the moment she pressed the doorbell.

“President Sheng…”

She had just started to speak when the drunk Sheng Xiaoran collapsed on top of her.

“President Sheng, are you alright?!”

Yan Qianqian used all her strength to hold him up, asking anxiously.

“Why does no one love me… why…”

Sheng Xiaoran mumbled incoherently. Realizing this was an opportunity, Yan Qianqian’s voice softened as she gently stroked his back. “President Sheng, if you want love, then I’ll give it to you.”

Her bewitching voice filled Sheng Xiaoran with hope. Like a lost child, he looked up at her. “Will you… will you really love me? Only me?”

The latter nodded firmly, cupped his face, and gently kissed his lips. His heart pounded. Sheng Xiaoran suddenly grabbed the back of her head, deepening and intensifying the kiss.

Seeing this, Shuang Yu closed the water mirror. He had no perverted hobby of watching others’ live shows. Men fall in love through sex. After today, Sheng Xiaoran’s favorability for Yan Qianqian would definitely increase significantly. This was not a scene he was happy to see. After a moment of contemplation, Shuang Yu snapped his fingers and muttered to himself, “Sheng Xiaoran, seeing as you’re as pitiful as the original owner, I’ll give you a big gift.”