Gu Chen smiled.
He had bet correctly on this one.
This was the system’s bug, and also Qin Hongyi’s greatest weakness as the Key.
A bidirectional channel meant there was no one-sided abuser.
You want to make me hurt? Fine, but you won’t get off easy either.
You want me to kneel? Then you’ll have to go soft with me.
“What’s wrong, Master?” Gu Chen looked up, his lips stained with blood. That already devastatingly beautiful face now looked almost demonic in its allure. “Weren’t you acting so domineering just now? Can’t handle it anymore?”
Qin Hongyi panted heavily, her cheeks flushed crimson from adrenaline overload.
“Gu Chen, you’re asking for death!”
In her shame and anger, she raised her other hand to slap him.
But before the slap could land, Gu Chen had already seized her wrist.
He was no longer the useless wreck paralyzed by pain.
The agent had repaired his body. As long as he wasn’t suppressed by that self-harming pain, his strength was enough to crush ten grown men.
“Shh.” Gu Chen whispered, “Don’t move. If you do, you’ll feel even worse.”
He stopped pretending.
The domineering and rogue nature of the capital circle’s crown prince fully unleashed in this moment.
He rose with the motion, and the absolute difference in power left Qin Hongyi no time to react. He twisted her arms behind her back and slammed her hard into the depths of the soft sofa.
The tables had turned!
The queen who had been high above moments ago was now pinned firmly beneath her canary.
The silver chain still hung around Gu Chen’s neck, but the other end had already fallen onto the carpet like a joke.
Gu Chen knelt on one knee at the edge of the sofa, positioned between Qin Hongyi’s legs, looking down at her.
“Looks like President Qin still doesn’t understand the situation.”
Gu Chen slowly unbuttoned his collar, revealing the scorching skin beneath his delicate collarbones.
“This chain can’t restrain a mad dog. It can only leash the person who wants to walk the dog.”
He reached out, his fingers slipping under the hem of Qin Hongyi’s torn custom suit.
His fingertips brushed along her waist.
“Don’t touch me!” Qin Hongyi snarled, struggling violently.
But the next second, she went limp as if all strength had been drained from her.
Because Gu Chen’s fingers had pressed onto her most sensitive spot.
200% synchrony rate.
The moment Gu Chen touched her skin, the sensation shot back into his brain, then projected reversely through his senses onto Qin Hongyi.
I’m touching you.
You feel me touching you.
I feel you feeling me touching you.
It was an infinite loop.
Every contact reverberated back and forth between their nervous systems, stacking exponentially, growing crazier and crazier.
“Damn it!”
Gu Chen couldn’t help cursing.
He had underestimated this side effect.
The delicate, elastic touch that fed back instantly and was lethal.
He felt like he wasn’t touching Qin Hongyi’s waist, but a charged cloud of fire.
Electricity shot from his fingertips straight to the top of his head, snapping the sanity he had just recovered once again.
“Qin Hongyi, is your body made of water?” Veins bulged on Gu Chen’s forehead.
He cursed, but his hands moved even more intensely.
This was instinct.
It was the tiger’s desire to mark its territory.
Qin Hongyi no longer had the strength to curse.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes misty with unwilling hatred.
She wanted to kill him.
But every cell in her body was screaming surrender.
This craving wasn’t born from love, but from the code deep within their genes.
She was the lock. He was the key.
Only when the key was inserted into the lock and turned hard was this system operating at its most perfect state.
“Gu Chen.”
Qin Hongyi finally released her bitten lip. “If you dare touch me, tomorrow I’ll have someone bomb the Su family ancestral grave!”
Gu Chen’s movements paused slightly.
Looking at the woman beneath him who was still making threats even at this point, he suddenly found it a little amusing.
This was Qin Hongyi.
She had fought and competed with him her entire life.
Even in bed, she had to compete over who was on top, who won and who lost.
“Go ahead and bomb it.”
Gu Chen leaned down and bit hard on those endlessly chattering red lips.
The taste of blood spread once again.
“Anyway, that’s my ex-fiancée’s ancestral grave. What the hell does it have to do with me?”
The moment his words fell, he stopped holding back.
Screw reason. Screw schemes. Screw who was the master and who was the dog.
Fuck all of it.
In this shitty world full of nothing but killing and calculation, the only real thing was the woman before him, this body, and this madness where pain and pleasure coexisted.
Rip!
The expensive silk shirt was torn apart by brute force, buttons flying everywhere.
Outside the window, Beijing’s night sky was dyed blood-red by neon lights.
The heavy rain had stopped.
But inside this closed suite, an even fiercer, more primal storm had just begun.
Morning.
Sunlight pierced through the smog, blindingly bright.
The presidential suite looked like it had been visited by a demolition crew.
On the priceless carpet lay torn strips of silk shirt, scattered buttons, and that useless silver chain—more than enough proof of how brutal last night’s battle had been.
Gu Chen stood shirtless in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
His originally pale skin now had a warm jade-like luster, and his muscle lines were flawlessly smooth.
He clenched his fist.
It felt so good not to be starving.
Without that restless urge to tear living things apart and devour them, his body felt light, as if two hundred pounds of weight had been lifted and replaced with a brand-new engine.
This was what a perfect body should feel like.
That old bastard of a grandfather had truly left him a cheat capable of defying fate.
“Seen enough?”
A lazy, smoky voice came from behind.
Qin Hongyi leaned against the bedroom doorway wrapped in a bathrobe, her long hair loose. The dark red bite mark on the side of her neck was strikingly vivid.
Her face still carried that cold, unapproachable beauty, but her slightly trembling calves betrayed her weakness.
Who won last night’s 200% synchrony rate monster fight?
It was hard to say.
At most, Young Master Gu had used the bug of infinite stamina to pin President Qin against the floor-to-ceiling window and “reason” with her several more times.
“Awake?” Gu Chen turned around, smiling like a fox that had eaten its fill. “President Qin’s recovery is impressive. Looks like last night’s intensive treatment was very effective.”
Qin Hongyi sneered, walked over, and downed a glass of ice water. “Stop gloating just because you got the advantage. I’m your fast-charging station. Without my energy supply, you’d still be a useless dog that can only pant.”
“Yes, yes, thank you, President Qin, for sacrificing yourself to feed the tiger.”
Gu Chen wasn’t angry. He casually grabbed a men’s black suit from the closet and tossed it to her, then picked up the dark purple custom gown for himself.
“Get dressed. We’re going to smash a venue.”
Qin Hongyi caught the clothes, raising an eyebrow. “Qin Mu?”
Gu Chen turned on the wall-mounted TV.
The screen showed a live broadcast of the Qin Group press conference in full swing.
Second Master Qin Mu, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, had red-rimmed eyes in front of the camera, his acting skills worthy of a movie emperor.
“…Truly a family misfortune. Hongyi has been under too much pressure, and her mental state has deteriorated. Not only is her private life chaotic, she also suffers from paranoia… For the sake of the livelihood of tens of thousands of group employees, the board has voted overnight. I will temporarily assume the position of Chairman…”
The camera panned, showing the shareholders below with ashen faces. They had clearly been stunned or frightened senseless by this series of moves.
“This old thing would be a loss to the acting world if he didn’t become an actor.” Gu Chen calmly pulled up the side zipper of the gown. “His lines are just too terrible. Even twenty-year-old melodramatic family dramas weren’t written like this.”
Qin Hongyi stared at her hypocritical second uncle on the screen, killing intent practically spilling from her eyes.
“He deployed the Black Knight reserve team.” She pointed at several burly men disguised as security at the edge of the screen. “There are at least fifty people lying in wait on site.”
“Fifty?”
Gu Chen fastened his belt and adjusted his long hair in the mirror.
The figure in the mirror was breathtakingly beautiful, yet still radiated the wild arrogance of the capital circle’s young master.
“Those numbers are only enough for a warm-up before the meal.”
He turned around and extended his hand toward Qin Hongyi, palm up, in a standard gentlemanly invitation to dance.
“Let’s go, Your Majesty the Queen. Your knight is fully leveled with god-tier equipment. It’s time to slaughter the beginner village.”