Jiang Zhan has been conducting business overseas for the past few days. Upon receiving these reports of his hard work, the pent-up anger within him erupted like a volcano that had been shaken. The raging fire, akin to a violent storm, whipped up a chilling wind, causing Jiang Qiuhan, who had been enduring the pain, to groan and grind his teeth, before swallowing it all back down.

Seemingly aware of his lover's unusual behavior, Jiang Zhan, who was standing behind, gave one final swing and tightened his grip on the belt.

He had hardly laid a hand on Ji Qiuhan in the past year. Most of the time, it was because he neglected his own health due to work and repeatedly ignored advice, until one night he had to be taken to the hospital. That's when Jiang Zhan became infuriated and gave him a beating.

Ji Qiuhuan is probably the first person bold enough to treat Jiang Zhan's words as mere "empty talk." Ultimately, this is because Jiang Zhan always hesitates to truly teach someone a lesson.

Ji Qiuhan stopped struggling, which caused Jiang Zhan to furrow his brows. He did not release his grip on the belt, but instead, he crouched down on one knee and reached out to brush aside the lover's sweat-soaked and disheveled bangs.

"What happened? Tell me, hmm?"

Jiang Zhan looked at him inquisitively as Qiuhuan Ji's throat gently rolled, but everything from sixteen years ago was a deeply buried secret in his heart. It was guilt, it was a mistake, it was a myriad of unsolvable reds beneath the haze. He couldn't face the irreparable cost brought by his runaway sixteen years ago, and he couldn't bring himself to mention the past to Jiang Zhan.

After another long while of silence, and seeing that the person still refused to speak, Jiang Zhan, who had a rather low tolerance for patience, stood up. He took off the wristwatch from his wrist and placed it on the coffee table, seemingly reluctant to use the strap again, and prepared to find another way to make his lover speak up.

Ji Qiuhan caught a glimpse of his movement, and indeed, his expression became panicked. He struggled to raise his upper body.

"If you move again, I'll switch to a belt."

Jiang Zhan said coldly, "Ji Qiuhan has no way out. At this moment, the pain that had temporarily subsided behind him has awakened, burning like scorching hot oil. In his anxious state, Ji Qiuhan suddenly exclaimed,"

"... Then, have you considered me?"

"... Hm?"

Jiang Zhan paused in his action of rolling up his sleeves, raising his sharp eyebrows with a hint of determination.

"...Jiang Zhan, have you ever considered me?" Ji Qiuhan repeated slowly, his pitch-black eyes lowered, deliberately avoiding looking at Jiang Zhan.

"For a whole month, you disappeared just like that. Where did you go and what were you doing during this time? I've been busy and you know exactly what time I come home. But as for you, you've vanished into thin air. Have you ever considered that I would worry about you too?"

Ji Qiuhan's voice was extremely weak as he spoke. The snow-white, flawless nape of his neck connected to his thin and fragile back, which was covered in a layer of fine sweat, born from pain.

"...Just because of this?"

Behind him, Jiang Zhan's expression appeared complex and perplexed for the first time.

"I told you before I left, didn't I? I have some matters to attend to, so I won't be in the country."

Ji Qiuhan slightly turned his head:

"...You know I'm not talking about this..."

It seemed as if Jiang Zhan was reminiscing about the scene when the two first met. His words suddenly caught in his throat. That day was probably one of the few instances in Jiang Zhan's life when he looked rather disheveled.

After a while, Ji Qiuhán heard the sound of Jiang Zhàn sighing helplessly behind him, followed by the sound of a belt being thrown onto the carpet.

"My little ancestor... Are you really this mad at me just because of this?"

Ji Qiuhuan suddenly felt a slight trembling in his eyelashes. It was Jiang Zhan's hand, wrapping around his back and sliding into the bend of his knee. It carried a completely different temperature from the intense one just now. Jiang Zhan lifted him up in his arms, as if he was completely exhausted.

"I've already assured you, that incident will definitely not happen again."

In fact, a year and a half ago, the seemingly "embarrassing" hunting in the abandoned factory was nothing more than a carefully planned trap set by them. It was precisely because of Officer Ji's sudden intrusion that the unexpected gunfight unfolded afterward.

Ji Qiuhuan said, "I don't believe you."

"If you don't believe in me, then who should I believe in?"

Jiang Zhan really felt that the latter half of the game didn't need to be endured as mentioned earlier. He gently placed him on the bed.

Lying down, I'll go get the medicine for you while I talk to you about work later.

After an exhausting tug-of-war, when Jiang Zhan brought the medicine, Ji Qiuhan had already fallen asleep on the bed.

The three months of high workload had exhausted his body to the limit. Jiang Zhan shook his head and gently applied medicine to the injuries on Ji Qiuh

Ji Qiuhan couldn't sleep soundly during this nap. When he was about to wake up in discomfort, warm water gently flowed into his throat, and Jiang Zhan soothingly patted his back.

When he woke up, it was already nearly four o'clock in the afternoon. Jiang Zhan was holding him, and he woke up as soon as he moved.

"Does it hurt?... Be good,"

Jiang Zhan tried to get up and examine his injuries, but he was immediately stopped by Ji Qiuhan, who pressed down on his wrist.

"..., no need to look."

"Listen, be good,"

Jiang Zhan patiently coaxed him, but Ji Qiuhan still wouldn't let go. After a while of silence, seeing Jiang Zhan about to frown, Ji Qiuhan buried his face in the pillow and finally squeezed out a sentence: "...it's too late!"

"What do you mean it's too late?" Jiang Zhan puzzled.

Ji Qiuhuan lifted his head from the ground and gritted his teeth in frustration, saying, "I've already finished fighting! Mr. Jiang is feeling sorry for me too late now...!"

"Alright, alright, it's enough, isn't it? This time, I truly feel heartbroken."

Jiang Zhan chuckled and leaned in to peck his lover's cheek, but Ji Qiuhan turned his head to avoid it. Jiang Zhan then wrapped his arm around the back of Ji Qiuhan's neck and kissed him, while his palm caressed his soft and silky hair.

Ji Qiuhan is usually distant and aloof, giving off an air that discourages strangers and acquaintances from approaching him. However, his hair is surprisingly soft, naturally falling neatly behind his ears when left unattended. Jiang Zhan suddenly felt captivated, unable to let go...

Jiang Zhan's heart softened to the core, unable to resist caressing a few more times: "I haven't been in touch with you because I wanted to disappear, nor because I don't care about you. On the contrary, knowing that you're working your hardest and not eating properly, I wish I could just kick my feet and come over to take care of you..."

Ji Qiuhán glanced coldly with a slanted gaze:

"Who is reflecting on themselves?"

"...Yes, yes, I reflect on myself."

Jiang Zhan said, "Last month, I went from Hong Kong to Cambodia, and then turned around and went to the United States to handle the listing of Li Jiang. I wasn't in the country, so my emotions weren't right when dealing with those matters. I was afraid it would affect you."

When Ji Qiuhan recalled the first time he saw Jiang Zhan, he had faintly realized that Jiang Zhan was far more than just an ordinary businessman. Of course, at that time, he did not yet know that this abnormal mood meant throwing the traitor on the route into the sea to feed the sharks.

Jiang Zhan has always been gentle and affectionate when facing him. He hugged him from behind and said, "Darling... can you forgive me?"

Jiang Zhan always managed to coax him, but he still couldn't catch Jiang Zhan's flaws. Ji Qiuhan didn't feel like responding and waited for a while, realizing that his lover behind him was unusually silent, which obviously did not align with Jiang Zhan's usual behavior.

Just as Ji Qiuhuan was about to speak, in that instant when he turned around, he was directly shocked and gasped in disbelief at the scene before his eyes.

"You must be crazy?! Jiang Zhan!!" Ji Qiuhuan exclaimed in shock and disbelief.

At this moment, Jiang Zhan held a short knife in his right hand, with the blade still embedded in the palm of his left hand. The entire palm was a vivid red, with blood trickling down his wrist and dripping onto the floor.

This knife is a collection of Ji Qiuhuan's. It is placed on the bedside table. Because it has a striking resemblance in both appearance and performance to his favorite MT-L.C.CDA folding knife, he naturally knows the sharpness of this military knife.

At this moment, Jiang Zhan pressed such a sharp blade onto his unprotected palm. Ji Qiuhan could almost see that razor-sharp edge effortlessly slicing through the tender and fragile flesh, revealing a crimson wound.

"You're crazy! What are you doing?!"

Ji Qiuhan was too preoccupied to seize the knife, ignoring his injuries, but he was pulled into Jiang Zhan's embrace.

The man's expression remained unruffled despite the deep wound. In fact, even when he saw his lover's anxious state, a hint of amusement flickered in the handsome amber eyes of Jiang Zhan.

"Look, and you said you don't care about me?"

Ji Qiuhan angrily scolded, "Is your brain kicked by a donkey?! Go to the hospital! You must get stitches!"

Ji Qiuhan climbed out of bed, but just as his feet touched the ground, he was pulled into the arms of a man.

Jiang Zhan is slightly taller than him by a few centimeters. At this moment, he slightly leans forward, resting his chin on the shoulder of his newly changed pajamas. His tone is unusually serious and gentle.

Work-related matters aside, no matter what, it's my fault if you can't reach me. But sweetheart, I really didn't expect you to get angry over this... When you're busy, you often don't answer my calls... Okay, okay, it's all my fault. I overreacted and I'll take the punishment. I promise I won't make you worry anymore...

Ji Qiuhan watched helplessly as blood dripped from Jiang Zhan's palm, falling down his fingers.

"Jiang Zhan! We'll talk later, let's go to the hospital first...!"

However, his powerful and vigorous arms held his waist tightly, obstructing Wei Xie's path.

"Darling, can you forgive me?"

Ji Qiuh an gritted his teeth in anger.

"Grab the car keys and go!"

However, Jiang Zhan still didn't move. Judging by his expression, he seemed prepared to say something else. But at this critical moment, Ji Qiuhan had absolutely no patience to listen to his "nonsense". She kicked him hard on his shinbone, unable to bear it any longer.

"Are you going to take the car keys or not?!"

"Ah--! Go, go," Jiang Zhan was caught off guard and staggered back a step from the kick. Gazing at his lover, whose eyes were turning red with worry, Jiang Zhan quickly placed his injured hand behind his back and reassured him, "The wound is not deep, it's nothing serious. I've got everything under control."

Ji Qiuhan stared at the blood on the floor. Did it stop flowing once it was hidden at the back?! Finally unable to maintain his composure, he cursed:

"You fucking useless piece of shit!! Go to the hospital!"

Ji Qiuhan tried to pull Jiang Zhan away, but Jiang Zhan casually grabbed a clean short-sleeved shirt and used it to stop the bleeding, as if the wound was worthy of a band-aid.

Jiang Zhan's other hand held onto Ji Qiuhuan's waist, restraining his strength as he guided his lover towards the bed. Ji Qiuhuan had recently exerted a lot of physical energy and his balance was unstable. As Jiang Zhan pushed him down onto the bed, the pain from his injured back couldn't help but make him frown.

Jiang Zhan's hand covered his buttocks over his sleeping shorts and he said, "Rub it for me, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

Ji Qiuhan pushed him away with a "get lost," and struggled to get up to go to the hospital with him.

Jiang Zhan found it inconvenient to subdue Ji Qiuhuan with just one hand. In the end, he simply wrapped his legs and body around him like an octopus, and spoke before his lover in his embrace could explode in anger:

"It's really fine, Wei Wei will come to sew later. Let me hold him for a while first."

Half an hour later.

The talented Dr. Wei, with a medical case in hand, appeared in the living room of the Ji family.

"Hiss——!"

Wei Wei exclaimed in astonishment. This injury was clearly on a completely different level compared to what Jiang Ge casually mentioned over the phone earlier, saying, "I accidentally scratched my hand."

Moreover, it seems like Brother Jiang hasn't been injured for a long time...

"Jiang Ge, your 'unintentional' mistake seems a bit too serious, don't you think?"

Jiang Zhan did not comment and urged, "Stop talking nonsense, quickly--- hiss---!"

This time, it was a man who gasped for breath.

Because a fair and slender hand, with clearly visible joints, ruthlessly smacked his head off-kilter.

"Will you shut your mouth for a moment? If you can do it, then go ahead."

Ji Qiuhan's words were sharp and cold. Without any hesitation, he acted mercilessly. Wei Wei watched as Jiang Zhan's head was knocked to the side, but he still only managed a smile in response.

Wei Wei stared dumbfoundedly! Is this still his Jiang Ge? Could this world be some other dimension?!

After finishing the stitches, Jiang Zhan remained silent. However, Ji Qiuhan, who had been staying by his side, asked Wei Wei a few questions about precautions and taboos. While they were talking, Wei Wei discreetly observed the young man in front of him.

In his mind, only five words were constantly floating across like bullet comments:

Zhenbai! So beautiful!

The young man spoke politely, but there was a hint of detachment and aloofness in his words. Combined with that strikingly pale and coldly sculpted face, Wei Wei suddenly felt that the so-called "celibate male god" on Weibo now had a name!

"I am Wei Wei, Jiang Zhan's personal doctor. How may I address the male god?"

Dr. Wei accidentally spoke his mind.

Ji Qiuhan paused for a moment, contemplating how this child could be so familiar with him, but still decided to be polite: "I am Ji Qiuhan, a police officer."

What? It turns out he's actually a police officer?!

'Isn't that He Jiang brother...'

Wei Wei, feeling perplexed by the inscrutable depths of Gao Shen's mind, instinctively shrank her head back.

As a die-hard fan of pretty faces, Dr. Wei has always had his own principles!

He doggedly said,

"Then I'll call you Brother Ji from now on! Here's my business card. I specialize in general surgery, so anyone with headaches, fevers, fractures, or injuries can come find me. I excel in treating gunshot wounds and penetrating injuries, guaranteeing stitches that are no less than factory original. Don't forget to add me on WeChat, I'm available 24/7!"

Ji Qiuhan: "......Hmm."

Jiang Zhan, on the other hand, seemed a bit reluctant to talk to others. He stood up and immediately wrapped his arm around his neck, leading him into the room. As he did so, he took a quick glance at the person still standing in the living room.

Wei Wei's shocked gaze had not yet been lifted from that arm when it was shaken by a glance from his brother, Jiang Ge, making his whole body go numb with fear. Without hesitation, Wei Wei wiped away his drool, picked up the suitcase, and darted away.

Closing the door, Ji Qiuhuan felt as if someone had struggled just now, but Jiang Zhan's arms were as strong as iron. Jiang Zhan pushed him into the bedroom.

What's this? You actually have the audacity to add him on WeChat? Or do you want him to see you too?

"You...!"

Jiang Zhan indeed chuckled a few times, then suddenly leaned in closer, humming in a tone that only two people could hear in his ear, "Of course not, no adding... and also..."

Jiang Zhan reached out and covered the red and swollen flesh beneath his sleeping pants, saying, "... Moreover, only I can see this."

How can this person be so shameless when acting like a rascal?

Ji Qiuh'an hadn't even managed to utter the two words "Don't do it" when Jiang Zhan suddenly captured his about-to-open lips and pressed them against the wall, giving him a deep kiss.

A domineering and passionate kiss, Jiang Zhan's kisses were always as aggressive as he was, with no concealment. It aggressively invaded Ji Qiuhuan's teeth and ruthlessly swept through every inch of his soft and warm lips, as if leaving his own personal mark on every bit of Ji Qiuhuan.

After one kiss, Ji Qiuhang was on the verge of suffocation.

Jiang Zhan released him, and the usually cold and indifferent face before him flushed briefly due to a lack of oxygen. The cool eyes were left wet and dazed from the kiss.

Suddenly, another palm landed on the bruised buttocks.

Ji Qiuhuan, who hadn't recovered yet, almost shed tears from the pain.

"Hiss! Jiang Zhan, if there's something wrong, get yourself treated!"

Jiang Zhan pressed down on him from above, his warm breath spraying onto the sensitive earlobes and neck of Ji Qiuhuan.

"Darling, would it be alright if I kept you locked up, just so that I can treat my illness?"