11: Chapter 11 The Tragic Young Master's Benefactor 10

"Chen Shu, mind your eyes and your mouth, or else you know the consequences."

Lin Sicheng gave Chen Shu a cold glance before stepping toward the person by the window.

"Go out. No need to look."

The voice was cold, magnetic, and carried the authority of a superior, but Chen Shu couldn't tell if it was his imagination—it seemed slightly hoarse.

It seemed this person was no ordinary individual. Chen Shu, who had intended to follow closely behind, pulled his leg back just as he had started to step forward and stood in place, waiting for orders.

Lu Zhan heard the conversation between the two at the door and finally couldn't resist speaking up. Even without looking, Lu Zhan knew how unsightly the marks on his neck were.

Lin Sicheng frowned upon hearing this, likely guessing something. His lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he simply waved his hand and let Chen Shu leave.

Sir was never an easy person to get along with, and now that he had been forced to this point and left in such a state, one could imagine the humiliation and anger in his heart.

Lin Sicheng walked up to Lu Zhan, looking obedient and dependent. He half-knelt beside Lu Zhan, resting his left hand on the sofa's armrest while his right hand gently stroked Lu Zhan's fingers.

"Sir, why didn't you call me when you woke up? You haven't eaten anything all day. Are you hungry now? Do you feel unwell anywhere else?"

His tone was gentle without a hint of abnormality, and his eyes were filled only with concern.

Lu Zhan finally deigned to look away from his book, raising his eyes to quietly observe the young man before him.

His slightly narrowed eyes were indifferent yet held a touch of sharpness. His free hand gently pinched the young man's chin.

For the first time, Lu Zhan studied Lin Sicheng very seriously, his face remaining as cold and indifferent as ever.

But his gaze was so piercing it seemed he wanted to look into the depths of the young man's eyes, as if to confirm something, or perhaps to see through something.

This was the first time Sir had looked at him so seriously—no longer with the eyes used for a child, but with eyes that held only him.

For a moment, the young man's body suddenly trembled, a flush crept onto his face, and his eyes were filled with deep attachment.

"Sir, I really, really like you. Can you look at me more often?"

Lu Zhan: "You..."

"host, good news! The male lead's blackening value has dropped again. It is currently at 85. Please keep up the good work."

009's cheerful voice rang out in his mind.

"What is it? Sir."

Lin Sicheng asked with a bit of confusion.

So, just this much was enough to lower the blackening value. Lu Zhan thought he probably understood now; Lin Sicheng likely truly liked him.

It was just that during those five blank years, some changes he was unaware of had occurred, which was why his methods had become so extreme.

The anger in Lu Zhan's heart dissipated slightly, and he released his grip on the young man's chin.

Lu Zhan lowered his eyes, masking that bit of sharpness, and asked in a flat tone.

"Xiao Cheng, you like me? Since when? If you like me, why treat me this way?"

Lu Zhan still had some doubts about Lin Sicheng's feelings and wanted to take this opportunity to clear things up.

"Sir, Xiao Cheng has liked you for a very, very long time. It started the first time you took me into your arms, but I didn't dare say it.

I only dared to silently watch you and stay by your side. I knew you didn't like the same sex. I was afraid that if you knew, you would avoid me like the plague and cast me aside."

As Lin Sicheng spoke, he tested Lu Zhan's boundaries bit by bit. First, he stood up and straddled Lu Zhan's lap, kneeling there.

Seeing no dissatisfaction from Lu Zhan, he proceeded to wrap his arms around Lu Zhan's waist and abdomen, resting his head gently on one of his shoulders.

Since Lu Zhan had decided to sell a bit of his charms to achieve the mission's success, he naturally just watched coldly as Lin Sicheng took advantage of the situation, offering no rejection.

Lin Sicheng's sobbing, pity-seeking voice sounded by his ear.

"I clearly did so well, I hid it so well, and Sir was so good to me. My demands weren't high; as long as things could keep going like this and I could see Sir often, I would have been satisfied.

But what about Sir? You left the moment you said you would, without letting anyone have a word. I only protested a couple of times, and you threw me into the Lin family.

For several years, you didn't care or ask about me, cutting off all contact. I went to the Lu family countless times, only to be told that Sir had given instructions in advance—you weren't even willing to reveal a tiny bit of information to me.

Sir truly has a cruel heart. If you raise a cat or a dog for three years and lose it, you'd still be sad for a while, let alone a person. How could you just discard me as you pleased?

It wasn't until then that I realized Sir was everything to me, as important as my life, while I was nothing more than a toy you took an interest in on a whim.

I was too weak, so weak that I could only stay in the place where I was discarded, waiting for someone who would never return.

So I swore that I must bring Sir back and lock you up. That way, you won't be able to leave. Whether you're willing or not, you can only stay by my side for a lifetime..."

Lu Zhan was listening seriously and hadn't expected it was actually like this. He felt inexplicably guilty; at the time, he had been so focused on the mission's success that he really hadn't thought much of it.

Suddenly, he felt the young man holding him begin to tremble. The hands around his waist tightened, and a sharp pain came from his shoulder, as if someone had bitten down on it.

Lu Zhan knew it was starting again. The person holding him had emotions more volatile than the weather; one moment he was fine, and the next he was acting out. The key was that he couldn't be hit or scolded.

Otherwise, who knows what landmine he might step on, causing the blackening value to skyrocket. It seemed he really was quite ill.

However, this level of madness was much better than before and was still within a controllable range, Lu Zhan thought.

One is awkward the first time but experienced the second. Lu Zhan already knew how to handle this situation, and maybe he could even lower the blackening value further. He raised his hand and gently stroked Lin Sicheng's back.

The proactive, gentle stroking from Sir allowed Lin Sicheng's heart to calm down, while also giving rise to a bit of joy.

He had hurt Sir before, yet Sir wasn't angry upon waking up and even seriously asked about his feelings.