C1 Insult

Even though he was only twenty-three years old, he was already a difficult character to deal with. No matter if it was a woman or a material object, as long as he casually hooked up with them, they would be easy to capture.

Having lived for twenty-three years, no one had ever dared to embarrass him.

However, because of the old man, only his own grandfather had left home a month ago. If he wanted to continue his career, he had to marry his right-hand man, Hsu Moyu.

Originally, he didn't care much about Han Shaolin since he was married to a woman. If he didn't like her, he would enter the palace.

However, the man he had to marry was not a woman, but a man who had a hand to take with him.

How could Han Shaolin, who always had a lot of pride, accept this? It just so happened that he wanted to devour the fertile land left behind by the old man.

That was a piece of fat that everyone coveted. How could Han Shaolin bear for others to touch his own things?

In the end, he still couldn't bear the allure of the fat sheep and simply married the person designated by his grandfather into the sect.

In this world, it was not new for men to be together with men. Many big shots of the upper class secretly had male pets, which was tacit agreement within the circle.

Some men with different physiques can also conceive and have children like women, although the chances are low.

However, there were only a few people who married men. Men often coveted novelty, but after playing with them, they felt that it was still women's soft bodies that were easier to embrace. Everyone was a man, and while they were at peace, there were only a few who took it seriously.

The night outside the suburban area was eerily quiet. Angry footsteps echoed in the empty dark corridor, making it seem extremely frightening.

The person stopped outside a room and ignored the master's peaceful sleep. He kicked open the door and walked with large strides to the bedside.

He glanced at the man on the bed with his cold eyes and without a word lifted the quilt. However, when he was about to get close to the bed, a cold, mechanical voice was suddenly first to reach his head.

"Screech!" My wife has a temper! "

Han Shaolin sneered. He looked at Hsu Moyu, who was pointing a gun at him on the bed. His wife from a few weeks ago, grabbed the gun back and casually threw it on the ground.

The voice that stared at Hsu Moyu with the word "wife" was filled with mockery.

"If you can't sleep in the middle of the night and want a bullet, maybe I can satisfy you." Hsu Moyu's expression was indifferent. He looked at Han Shaolin and slowly sat up.

Han Shaolin sneered when he heard that. He stood up straight and started to pull off his tie, then he unbuttoned his shirt.

"No, to be exact, you're going to be shot."

Han Shaolin's expression was cold as he forcefully suppressed Hsu Moyu with brute force, pushing him down.

"Although I've never touched a man before, marrying you back is not just for show. At the very least, you have to do your duty as a wife!" The voice was cold and merciless.

Hsu Moyu frowned after hearing what Han Shaolin said and tried to struggle. However, since he was a bit thinner than Han Shaolin, he naturally couldn't beat him with strength.

While Hsu Moyu was frowning, Han Shaolin took advantage of the gap between Hsu Moyu's brows. However, the taste of blood immediately spread between their mouths.

The taste of blood in his mouth made Hsu Moyu frown, and he sneaked a sneak attack on Han Shaolin's lower body.

However, Han Shaolin seemed to have been prepared for this. He intercepted Hsu Moyu's attack with his thigh and suppressed Hsu Moyu's restless legs with a complacent smile in his eyes.

Hsu Moyu was shocked. His almond-shaped eyes were filled with anger.

He ridiculed, "I didn't think that the great Sect Lord Han would be a rascal, how can he make you happy by forcing a man?"

As soon as Wu Tie finished his sentence, he successfully summoned Han Shaolin back to his senses. He stopped what he was doing and shot a cold glare at Hsu Moyu's terrifying eyes. Afterwards, his large hand suddenly wrapped around Hsu Moyu's neck.

"Just based on your words, I, Han Shaolin, can tear your corpse into a thousand pieces. While you still have some value in using me, I advise you to not challenge my bottom line."

Hawkeye tightened his eyes and threw Hsu Moyu's neck away. He stood up and walked forward coldly, leaving Hsu Moyu with a proud and arrogant back.

Hsu Moyu touched his neck and coughed a few times. Even his normal breathing was painful. A strange look appeared in his calm eyes.

A few days later

"I can't leave for the time being. If you have anything to do, you can handle it first."

At this moment, in a rich district, Hsu Moyu ordered in a grand villa.

A small lamp in the hall at midnight was in its lonesome state. Under the faint yellow light, his exquisite facial features, which were a bit better than that of a woman's, were reflected with a hint of masculinity.

He was expressionless and his mood made it hard to tell if he was happy or calm. He quietly sat in the middle of the sofa with his slender legs slightly crossed. He stood up straight as he listened to the phone.

Suddenly, the sound of a car came from outside.

He frowned as if he did not like the sound of the intruder's voice. After instructing a few people on the other end of the line, he hung up.

"Is this Mr. Han's home? "Nice style, can I really go in?"

Hsu Moyu, who was cleaning up the documents on the tea table, was about to leave. A flirtatious female voice sounded like she was flattered and excited. His eyebrows subconsciously furrowed even tighter.

Ever since he married Han Shaolin, Hsu Moyu had lived in this house for almost a month. Every day, his nominal husband would bring a different woman home for the night. He was already numb and annoyed, but he had been trained to hide everything well, so no matter how annoying he was, he wasn't happy.

"Of course." Han Shaolin admitted it graciously, grabbed the woman by the waist, kicked open the door with his long legs, and, ignoring the woman's shock, strode into the hall with his long legs and big thorns.

He subconsciously looked around with a cold gaze. When Hsu Moyu, who just stood up and was about to leave, saw the narrow eagle eyes, he immediately frowned in annoyance.

Why is this man still here? He had thought that he would back off after being insulted that night, but to his surprise, it was still there.

The gaze that swept Hsu Moyu up and down with obvious disgust …

"Hey you."

He suddenly shouted at Hsu Moyu, and his car keys clattered on the coffee table in front of him, as if to express his displeasure.

The woman was cuddly in Han Shaolin's arms. However, when she saw the man standing in front of the sofa, she was slightly shocked and quickly distanced herself from Han Shaolin's firm chest.

The lights were dimmed and the woman could not see Hsu Moyu's face clearly. However, Hsu Moyu, who was dressed in housewear was tall and had a kind of indescribable coldness. One could tell from one look that his looks were not bad.

Although Hsu Moyu didn't want to care about Han Shaolin's shout, the disdain in his eyes was really annoying. It was just that that loathing was quickly hidden in the depths of his eyes, disappearing without a trace.

As if nothing had happened, he looked up and met Han Shaolin's cold gaze. He said lightly, "It's late at night, so you should rest early."

After which, he sauntered off. Even though his voice was cold, it was pleasant to hear.

Having already gotten used to Hsu Moyu's indifference, Han Shaolin embraced the stiff beauty beside him nonchalantly, and said provocatively, "Of course, a single moment on the Spring Festival Gala is worth a thousand gold!"

Han Shaolin snorted coldly. However, when he thought about how Hsu Moyu didn't give him a hard time and looked like he wanted him to roll in the bed with this woman, Han Shaolin frowned.

Knowing that Han Shaolin was provoking him, Hsu Moyu didn't answer and just walked upstairs without even looking back.

Han Shaolin was infuriated. Since when did he, Han Shaolin, not entertain them like this? Although this man's words were not in his interest at all, he would definitely not tolerate others disregarding him.

"A dog knows how to wag its tail."

It was obvious to say that Hsu Moyu wasn't even as good as a dog. He walked past Hsu Moyu with the woman in his arms without waiting for his reaction.

Although the woman was curious about the relationship between the two of them, she did not dare to guess that she was merely a pet brought home by Han Shaolin for the night. She turned around and looked at Hsu Moyu with pity.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the entire space was lit up by a bright light. Following the light, the woman finally saw Hsu Moyu's face clearly, revealing his stunning appearance.

There was actually a beautiful man hidden in Han Shaolin's house! Didn't he dislike men? The woman looked at him with rapt attention.

At this moment, the butler appeared downstairs quickly and said with a kind face, "You've returned, Young Lord. This old one will go and prepare for a midnight snack." With that, he turned around and left.

Only the steward would call Han Shaolin Young Lord, because almost no one knew that the old man who had made a name for himself in the underworld was Grandpa Han Shaolin. They only knew that there was a cold-blooded and ruthless Sect Leader, Han Shaolin.

Speaking of the title of Sect Leader, it was rather funny. This was all because of the name that Han Shaolin, the silly elder sister of the Sect Leader and his father, gave to him.

After that, he had accompanied Han Shaolin for three years, and now everyone in the underworld had gotten used to it.

"No need, eating until you're full isn't good for your body."

Han Shaolin called for the butler to step down with a cold smile. In the end, he purposely glanced at Hsu Moyu with a hint of contempt.

Compared to Hsu Moyu's calmness, Han Shaolin gave people a strong aura of wild arrogance. He had short clean hair, revealing a full forehead and open facial features. From time to time, his thin lips curled up, revealing a hint of icy danger.

Coupled with his tall and muscular body, he exuded the aura of a king.

"Damn."

The woman pretended to blush, as her fist landed on Han Shaolin's chest and she acted coquettishly.

Thinking that Hsu Moyu was so beautiful, he must be Han Shaolin's lover.

After saying that for herself, her gaze left Han Shaolin's arms and glanced at Hsu Moyu complacently. Her eyes were filled with mockery, but just as she was about to retract her gaze, the butler's next sentence made her petrify on the spot.

"Then should I go and get some supper? I'll go and prepare for it." Noticing the provocative look in the woman's eyes, the butler frowned and purposely asked Hsu Moyu about it. The woman's stiff body disappeared into his eyes.

It wasn't Young Lord's first time bringing a woman back. Usually, women would just give up when they saw something good. This woman was too bold, she actually dared to look down on the Young Mistress.

Although the butler was very unhappy with Han Shaolin's way of doing things, he knew that Young Lord couldn't accept the fact that he married a man and would naturally accept it after a long time.

However, the person involved, Hsu Moyu, did not take it seriously at all. He said lightly, "No need, rest early."

He continued upstairs. When he passed by the woman, the woman was so shocked that she stopped. Hsu Moyu knew what the woman was thinking, but he didn't want to argue with her.

It wasn't that Han Shaolin didn't notice the woman's fear, he merely pursed his lips in amusement as he watched Hsu Moyu enter the study room.

Suddenly, a glint of light flashed across his eyes. He opened the door to the guest room next to his study and walked in.