MSRBMH Ch14
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This was the second time Ji Yanli had taken advantage of him.
The first time had been because Su Yu drugged him—so he could admit some fault there. But this second time? He’d kindly brought Ji Yanli home, and this was how he was repaid?
Some things were tolerable. This? Su Yu wouldn’t tolerate it for a second.
He struggled, but the arms around him didn’t loosen in the slightest.
"Ji Yanli, let go. I’m leaving."
Talking like this to someone who might or might not be drunk was useless. The only response he got was deliberate ignorance.
Ji Yanli didn’t make a sound. The only things Su Yu could hear were their mingled breaths and the synchronized rise and fall of their chests, pressed tightly together.
"Hey. You dead?"
The occasional puff of warm breath against his neck made his skin prickle, his voice growing tense.
"If you don’t say anything, I’m squeezing your balls until they pop."
He wasn’t joking. With great effort, he wriggled a hand between them, fingers hovering near Ji Yanli’s left pocket.
Ji Yanli didn’t react at all.
Then—
A wet, sticky sound reached his ears.
Something warm and soft dragged over his pulse point.
Su Yu jolted.
He’d just been licked.
By his mortal enemy.
His entire body locked up in reflex, and before he could think, his hand shot up—
SMACK!
A crisp, resounding slap landed on Ji Yanli’s face.
Harder than the one he’d given after drugging him. Hard enough to put his whole body into it.
"Young Master Ji!"
Shouts erupted from the doorway.
Butler Li was currently facing the greatest crisis of his career—his young master was tangled up with the Su family’s illegitimate son on the bed, and said illegitimate son had just delivered a vicious slap to his young master’s face.
The housekeeper beside him, who’d been roused in the middle of the night to make hangover soup, looked like she had many thoughts.
At this rate, they might as well switch to making anti-pregnancy soup.
Ji Yanli sat on the bed, head bowed, his carefully styled bangs now disheveled from the slap.
The handprint on his left cheek was vibrantly red.
Su Yu, the moment Ji Yanli’s grip loosened, had scrambled far away, his palm still tingling from the force of the hit.
[Daily beating quota: 1/1]
[Ji Yanli’s dream material for tonight: secured.]
[Do you two have any regard for Butler Li’s poor heart? The man’s in his seventies—this kind of shock could kill him.]
Butler Li rushed to Ji Yanli’s side, trembling as he took in the vivid slap mark before whirling on Su Yu.
"Young Master Su! How could you do this?!"
"Do what?" Su Yu pointed at the culprit on the bed. "He was the one who pounced on me!"
Butler Li refused to listen. "My young master has always been well-mannered and gentle. There’s no way he would attack you first!"
Well-mannered? Gentle?
Name one trait besides "human" that actually applied to Ji Yanli.
Just how thick were this butler’s rose-tinted glasses?
Su Yu couldn’t be bothered to argue. He checked the time—1 AM.
Because of all this nonsense, he wouldn’t even be able to find a hotel now.
Ji Yanli really was born to ruin his life.
"Su Yu."
Ji Yanli, who had been sitting motionless on the bed, suddenly lifted his head—as if forcibly rebooted—and swung his legs off the bed, standing up.
Butler Li reached out to steady him but was shrugged off.
"Young Master! What are you doing?!"
Su Yu took two steps back as Ji Yanli strode toward him.
Is he going to hit me back?
He wasn’t the only one who thought so. Butler Li desperately grabbed Ji Yanli’s arm, and the housekeeper latched onto the other.
"Young Master, you’re drunk! You need to rest!"
Ji Yanli’s brows furrowed, his voice icy. "Let go."
Butler Li dared not loosen his grip, terrified that the moment he did, the two would be at each other’s throats again.
"Young Master Su—run!"
Seeing that Ji Yanli was about to break free, Butler Li bellowed at Su Yu.
Finally snapping out of it, Su Yu didn’t hesitate—he bolted out of the Ji residence without looking back.
If Su Yu had known that slap would come back to bite him, he would’ve held back that night.
The next morning, he was jolted awake by the incessant ringing of his phone.
The shrill tone was practically screaming at him.
Grumpy from being woken up, Su Yu rolled over twice before finally snatching the phone and slapping it against his ear.
"What."
His voice was rough with sleep and irritation.
"Young Master Su! Come to the hospital—quickly!"
Hospital? What hospital?
"You’ve got the wrong number."
Dismissing it as a prank call, Su Yu was about to hang up when the voice on the other end hurriedly continued—
"Young Master Su! Young Master Ji has lost his memory!"
Young Master Ji…
Su Yu’s eyes flew open.
There was only one "Young Master Ji" he knew—Ji Yanli.
"Lost his memory?!"
Had he heard that right? Ji Yanli had been perfectly fine at home last night—how could he suddenly have amnesia?
And what did that have to do with him?
Butler Li was practically wailing on the other end. "Please hurry! Young Master Ji is demanding to see you!"
A cacophony of noise erupted from the phone—then Butler Li’s voice grew distant, as if he’d thrown the phone aside while shouting, "Young Master, you can’t throw that—!"
The call cut off.
Su Yu lay in bed, utterly lost.
Was it April Fools’ Day? What kind of joke was this?
He dragged himself out of bed. Soon after, a text came through from the same number—a hospital address.
This… didn’t seem like a prank.
Baffled, Su Yu got dressed, washed up, and made his way to the hospital.
Butler Li was at the front desk settling fees when he arrived. The moment the old man spotted him, his face lit up like he’d seen a savior.
"Young Master Su!"
Butler Li rushed over, grabbed his wrist, and started pulling him down the hallway.
"What the hell happened? How did Ji Yanli just lose his memory?"
The question only made Butler Li more emotional.
Wiping away tears, he choked out, "After you left last night, Young Master somehow ran out. We searched everywhere and found him passed out on the sidewalk."
Holy shit.
Karma’s a bitch, huh?
Su Yu nearly laughed. Served the bastard right for taking advantage of him last night.
Butler Li led him to a hospital room and pointed inside. "When he woke up this morning, he was like this. Kept asking for you—if we refused, he’d start throwing things."
Su Yu’s expression darkened.
Was this bastard trying to frame him?
Sure, that slap had been hard—but it couldn’t have actually scrambled his brain, right?
"Just… go in and see for yourself."
"You’re not coming in?"
Butler Li took a hurried step back, waving his hands. "Can’t. There are projectiles in there."
Projectiles? What proj—
Before Su Yu could finish the thought, he pushed the door open—
—only for a bright red apple to come flying straight at his forehead.
His pupils contracted.
Oh.
So that’s what he meant by projectiles.
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