You're Just Jiang Haochen's Toy for Venting

hotel room.

After taking a shower, Chi Yuan came out wrapped in a bathrobe. The wound on his knee hurt even more because it had gotten wet.

"Knock knock".

There was a knock on the door. Chi Yuan thought it was Xiao Zhao and limped over to open it.

"I forgot my room key... Senior?"

Outside the door, Yan Chuan stood straight, his gaze sweeping over Chi Yuan from head to toe, then following the water droplets falling from his hair, across his collarbone, and down into his heart.

Yan Chuan's gaze was too blatant, and Chi Yuan subconsciously tightened his bathrobe and took a step back. Just as he was about to ask if something was wrong, Yan Chuan suddenly pushed open the door and walked in, closing it behind him before he could react.

Chi Yuan immediately sensed something was wrong and went over to reopen the door. But before he could even reach out, Yan Chuan grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing?" Chi Yuan tried to break free, but then felt a huge force pull him over and pin him against the door.

The door slammed shut, and Chi Yuan let out a muffled groan.

His leg was already injured, and with his center of gravity unstable, he couldn't exert any force at all, and he was completely pinned down and unable to move.

"Let me go!" Chi Yuan said angrily.

"Still playing the role of a chaste and virtuous man? Were you pretending like this when Jiang Haochen slept with you?" Yan Chuan's icy voice rang out above Chi Yuan's head.

Upon hearing Jiang Haochen's name, Chi Yuan abruptly stopped struggling, his heart pounding wildly.

He saw it! He and Mr. Jiang were seen! Were they about to be discovered?

Yan Chuan saw Chi Yuan's stiffness as a sign of guilt, and his smile grew even colder.

"Not pretending anymore? You're just a cheap slut who'd get laid on the street!"

Yan Chuan was so angry he felt like going crazy just thinking about how he had been completely fooled by this scumbag for the past two months. He wanted to make this scumbag who had deceived him return to the state that a scumbag should be.

Yan Chuan became furious, using one hand to brace against Chi Yuan's body while the other hand ruthlessly tried to tear off Chi Yuan's bathrobe.

The moment the unfamiliar touch assaulted his body, Chi Yuan snapped back to reality, leaned back, and slammed his head hard into Yan Chuan's chin.

"Hmm!"

Yan Chuan winced in pain and released his grip on Chi Yuan.

Once free, Chi Yuan turned around and raised his leg to kick the man in the groin. However, he had an injury on his leg, and his bathrobe hindered his movements. He used too much force and missed the man, instead falling down himself.

The injury was compounded, and Chi Yuan was in so much pain that his vision went black for a long time before he could recover. His already loose bathrobe had slipped down to his waist after all the commotion.

Yan Chuan looked at the nearly half-naked boy lying on the ground, a fierce glint in his eyes, and leaned over to press down on him.

"Just let me have my way with you for one night, and this will be over. Otherwise, you'll regret it."

The close contact allowed him to feel the changes in the body of the person on top of him. Chi Yuan's eyes instantly turned red, and he struggled desperately, but the harder he struggled, the more excited Yan Chuan became.

Feeling that his bathrobe was about to be completely ripped off, Chi Yuan grabbed a fallen fruit knife from somewhere and, almost instinctively, stabbed it behind him.

"Are you crazy?!" The gushing blood from the wound temporarily calmed Yan Chuan down from his madness.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chi Yuan got up from the ground, holding a knife in one hand and wrapping his clothes tightly with the other. His eyes were like those of a bloodthirsty wolf cub, staring intently at Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan is a movie star, and his greatest skill is observing people's expressions. At this moment, Chi Yuan's eyes are telling him that if he dares to move again, he will kill him with a knife.

A seven- or eight-centimeter-long wound was seeping from his arm. Yan Chuan covered the wound with his hand to stop the bleeding, and said angrily, "Aren't you just a prostitute? How come you're okay with Jiang Haochen, but you fight to the death when I'm the one who sleeps with you? Don't you think I can provide you with the resources you need?"

Chi Yuan retorted fiercely, "That's right! I'm willing to sleep with Mr. Jiang, wherever he wants, I'm willing, what's it to you?"

"You..." Yan Chuan's face turned ashen with anger.

In what way is he inferior to Jiang Haochen? He's a prostitute...

and many more.

Yan Chuan gradually calmed down. Someone who would sell their body for resources, even if it was an act, could never be as extreme as Chi Yuan.

unless……

"You like Jiang Haochen?" Yan Chuan asked with certainty.

He remembered that back at the horse farm, the boy had said he had someone he liked. He had initially thought it was just an excuse, but now it seemed...

He likes Jiang Haochen.

The boy's thoughts were seen through, and a hint of fear flashed in Chi Yuan's wolf-like eyes.

Yan Chuan was even more certain then, and he suddenly sneered, "Does Jiang Haochen like you? No, Jiang Haochen definitely doesn't like you. If he liked you, he wouldn't just sleep with you in the car like that! Do you know why I'm so sure?"

Chi Yuan couldn't help but look over.

Yan Chuan: "Because I've seen what it's like for him when he likes someone. When Jiang Haochen likes someone, he'll restrain himself from even kissing in public because the other person doesn't want it to be public. Unlike you, he'll just do it on the street."

Yan Chuan kept repeating what happened in the car from the moment he entered until now, but Chi Yuan didn't care about the previous parts. Only this sentence made Chi Yuan's face turn pale.

Yan Chuan seemed to have finally found Chi Yuan's weakness, and his words were like knives: "He would order a mattress worth tens of thousands of yuan from abroad just so that the person he likes could sleep well on set. He would warm the person's hands with his own body because the person he likes has cold hands. He would take on roles he didn't want to act in and even attend banquets he disliked to help the person he likes get resources. He would sacrifice himself to get resources for the person, asking for nothing in return, instead of exchanging his body for him like you did."

Chi Yuan's face had completely lost its color, and his eyes were empty for a moment.

Does Mr. Jiang have someone he likes?

Looking at the almost broken boy, Yan Chuan said viciously and cruelly, "Chi Yuan, in Jiang Haochen's heart you are nothing but a plaything, something for him to amuse himself with, a toy he can drag along and play with when he's in a good mood. What are you trying to convince yourself of? Do you really hope that one day you can move Jiang Haochen and make him like you too? Stop dreaming."

"So what?" Chi Yuan's whole body was trembling, but his empty eyes became firm again.

Yan Chuan: "What?"

Chi Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it was firm and resolute: "He treats me like a plaything, he treats me like an object. He doesn't like me, so what? I'm happy, what's it to you!"

Yan Chuan couldn't understand what kind of love could make someone so humble, yet still love so passionately.

"Ha, despicable." He didn't like this kind of liking, and he wanted to denigrate it.

"Beep".

The door opened with a click, and Xiao Zhao, carrying a medical kit, and Yan Chuan's assistant Zhu Feng appeared in the doorway, staring in disbelief at everything inside.

This is... a crime scene?

At this point, Zhu Feng was much more experienced. He reacted immediately, pushed Xiao Zhao inside, and closed the door at the same time.

The situation inside the house must absolutely not be seen by anyone.

"Do we need to contact a public relations team?" Zhu Feng asked Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan glanced at the still stubborn boy and asked calmly, "You don't want anyone to know what happened today, do you?"

Chi Yuan remained silent.

Yan Chuan gave a self-deprecating laugh, clutched his still-bleeding arm, and left.