After hearing Wen Ruyu’s answer, Chu Junheng released his wrist and slowly sat back down on the chair.

He returned to his previous lazy posture, lifting his chin toward Wen Ruyu. He raised his hand and lightly patted his own thigh, his low voice carrying a commanding tone.

Wen Ruyu stood where he was, his slender pale fingers curling slightly. He did not move for a long time.

Seeing this, Chu Junheng curved his lips into a faint arc, a trace of mockery appearing at the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with undisguised ridicule.

“Come here.”

“What, didn’t you just say you would do anything for Fu Qingfeng?”

Wen Ruyu’s fingertips trembled slightly. The next second, he finally moved, step by step walking slowly toward Chu Junheng.

He did not raise his head. He simply lowered his gaze, silently looking at the dormitory floor.

But what Chu Junheng wanted was not just for him to come closer.

Before Wen Ruyu could even steady himself, Chu Junheng suddenly reached out and pulled him.

The force was domineering and unexpected. Wen Ruyu lost his balance and uncontrollably fell onto Chu Junheng’s lap.

A body temperature that did not belong to him spread across him, causing Wen Ruyu’s slender body to stiffen completely. Panic and helplessness appeared in his beautiful eyes. He did not even know where to put his hands, and in the end could only clench them into fists against his knees.

He looked utterly helpless.

Like a kitten grabbed by the back of its neck, its body stiff and fragile, completely unable to resist, only able to let others do as they pleased.

Chu Junheng lowered his gaze, looking at the fragile person in front of him. His pitch black eyes were unfathomable. His long fingers gently rubbed the back of Wen Ruyu’s neck, his voice low and hoarse, carrying an unquestionable dominance.

“Kiss me.”

Wen Ruyu’s body stiffened abruptly. He looked up at Chu Junheng, his eyes full of astonishment and helplessness. He froze completely, unable to make any movement for a long time.

Clearly, he had not expected such a request.

And clearly, he had never done something like this before.

Chu Junheng naturally knew this. Wen Ruyu’s entire background had long been laid out on his desk. He knew clearly that this person had always revolved around Fu Qingfeng and had never been close to anyone else.

Even that day had been his first kiss.

But he did not want to give him time to slowly adapt.

When a person makes a choice, they should bear the consequences of that choice.

“Isn’t kissing normal between lovers?”

Chu Junheng’s voice sounded again. He pinched Wen Ruyu’s chin, forcing him to raise his head and look at him, his tone carrying a pressing intensity.

“Or are you just trying to trick me into protecting Fu Qingfeng?”

“With so little sincerity, I don’t think I can help you.”

“You should know, aside from you, no one wants Fu Qingfeng to live.”

“Including me.”

“If no one protects him, he might die tomorrow in some corner where no one would even know.”

His voice was unhurried, yet carried an unmistakable malice—bare, undisguised threat.

When Wen Ruyu heard the word “die,” his slender body trembled slightly. A layer of moisture gathered in his eyes, as if he could not accept such an outcome.

Clearly, he could not accept Fu Qingfeng’s death.

After hesitating for a moment, he slightly raised his head. With awkwardness and inexperience, stiff and slow, he moved closer to Chu Junheng.

Perhaps because he had never done such a thing, the sense of embarrassment alone was enough to drown him. Wen Ruyu moved extremely slowly.

So slowly it became almost torturous.

But Chu Junheng did not urge him. He simply watched with a deep gaze, seeming extremely patient.

Only the pressure and aggressiveness in his eyes grew stronger and stronger, almost enveloping Wen Ruyu completely, as if imprinting his presence onto him.

No matter how slow Wen Ruyu was, their breaths eventually intertwined. He gently pressed his lips against Chu Junheng’s.

It could hardly even be called a kiss.

It was only an extremely light, shallow touch, like a feather brushing past—filled with inexperienced awkwardness and timidity.

Yet even such a touch made Chu Junheng’s heartbeat skip.

He clearly knew that this person was doing it for Fu Qingfeng, yet when Wen Ruyu kissed him so clumsily, his heart still sped up uncontrollably.

His body reacted just as uncontrollably.

Wen Ruyu was sitting on Chu Junheng’s lap, so he naturally felt that unnatural reaction. His slender body stiffened again, instinctively trying to pull away.

Chu Junheng did not give him the chance.

His already dark eyes deepened further. He directly held the back of Wen Ruyu’s head, forcefully taking control.

Unlike Wen Ruyu’s light touch, Chu Junheng’s kiss carried a plundering possessiveness, invading relentlessly. He pried open Wen Ruyu’s lips without mercy.

Not even giving him a moment to breathe.

Wen Ruyu’s entire body softened from the kiss. He collapsed weakly into Chu Junheng’s arms, his hands pressed faintly against his chest, his pale fingers curling slightly, wrinkling the fabric of Chu Junheng’s clothes.

Perhaps because his breathing had been completely taken away, Wen Ruyu’s eyes had already reddened, tears gathering within them, as if they would fall at any moment.

At this point, Wen Ruyu no longer had the strength to resist at all. He could only passively endure everything Chu Junheng gave him.

Only when tears slid from the corners of his eyes and he was almost unable to breathe did Chu Junheng finally loosen his hold slightly.

Chu Junheng’s clothes were now wrinkled from Wen Ruyu’s grip, no longer carrying the refined elegance of a noble young master. Instead, he gave off a dangerous, predatory aura.

Looking at Wen Ruyu’s slightly swollen lips from the kiss, Chu Junheng subconsciously wiped the corner of his own mouth. The desire in his eyes grew even heavier.

But he did not forget where they were.

He lowered his gaze, suppressing the emotion in his eyes. Within half a minute, he returned to the composed demeanor of a noble young master—aside from the reaction that had yet to subside.

It was just that Wen Ruyu, sitting on his lap, conveniently concealed it from view.

Wen Ruyu’s slender body trembled slightly as he tried to get down, but Chu Junheng held him firmly in his arms.

Chu Junheng’s hand reached to Wen Ruyu’s thigh. With a light motion, he pulled out his phone from his pocket.

Holding Wen Ruyu in his arms, his hands encircled Wen Ruyu’s slender waist as his long fingers tapped the screen. The lit display showed the lock screen.

His voice was low, carrying an unquestionable tone.

“Password.”

Wen Ruyu pressed his lips together. In the end, he still answered.

“050607.”

After hearing the number, a trace of displeasure flashed in Chu Junheng’s eyes. His tone turned slightly cold.

“Fu Qingfeng’s birthday?”

Wen Ruyu’s lashes trembled slightly. He pressed his lips together again and softly responded.

“Yes.”

Chu Junheng let out a faint, careless cold laugh. He said nothing more, quickly entering the password and unlocking the screen.

He immediately opened the settings and, without hesitation, changed the lock screen password to his own birthday.

Wen Ruyu paused when he saw the number, but he did not stop him. He simply pressed his lips together and watched quietly.

After changing the password, Chu Junheng opened the messaging app. At the very top was a single pinned contact.

—Qingfeng.

The coldness in Chu Junheng’s eyes deepened. His fingers moved swiftly. First, he blocked the contact, then decisively deleted it.

Leaving no room at all.

After blocking, the system would intercept any requests. Unless unblocked, the other party would not even be able to send a friend request.

Not even the slightest chance left.

After finishing, he looked up at Wen Ruyu, his tone light but oppressive.

“I deleted him. You have no objections, right?”

Wen Ruyu’s hands on his knees tightened, his knuckles turning pale, even tinged with pain.

Clearly, he was not calm.

But he still suppressed everything and spoke softly, though his voice trembled slightly.

“No objections.”

Chu Junheng naturally saw his struggle, yet his tone remained indifferent, as if he had only done something trivial.

“Good.”

“I don’t like my boyfriend having any involvement with other men.”

As he spoke, he began clearing the contact list according to his memory, blocking and deleting everyone who had ever shown interest in Wen Ruyu.

Anyone even slightly suspicious, anyone without a special relationship, was also blocked and deleted.

Everything was wiped clean.

After clearing the contacts, Chu Junheng opened other social platforms and did the same.

After finishing all of that, he opened the photo gallery.

The gallery was almost entirely filled with photos of Fu Qingfeng, along with a few rare pictures of the two together. Every image seemed to declare something.

The displeasure in Chu Junheng’s eyes instantly reached its peak. Without even looking carefully, he selected all of Fu Qingfeng’s photos and deleted them without hesitation.

All traces of Fu Qingfeng vanished instantly.

As if erasing him completely from Wen Ruyu’s life.

Even after deleting the photos, Chu Junheng was still not satisfied. He opened the camera using Wen Ruyu’s phone, flipped it to the front camera, and pointed it at the two of them.

His tone carried command.

“Closer.”

Wen Ruyu paused, then leaned slightly closer.

Chu Junheng glanced at the screen, still dissatisfied.

“Put your arms around my neck.”

Wen Ruyu stiffly raised his hands and lightly wrapped them around Chu Junheng’s neck, his posture tense and rigid.

His eyes were still moist with unshed tears, the corners slightly red. Combined with his slightly swollen lips, he looked especially pitiful.

And dangerously alluring.

The picture looked good, and their relationship could be seen clearly, but Chu Junheng did not want anyone to see Wen Ruyu like this.

After taking one photo, his other hand suddenly wrapped around Wen Ruyu’s shoulder, pulling him forcefully into his arms.

The sudden movement caught Wen Ruyu completely off guard. He lost balance and fell into Chu Junheng’s embrace.

Instinctively, he pressed his hands against Chu Junheng’s chest. His head almost buried into his chest, only revealing a delicate side profile. Their posture became extremely intimate, as if he had willingly nestled into Chu Junheng’s arms.

The image froze in that moment.

The two were closely leaning against each other—anyone could tell their relationship was intimate.

Chu Junheng looked at the photo with satisfaction. He uploaded it immediately, editing a post on Wen Ruyu’s account as he spoke casually.

“Mind if I post this?”

“Couples are supposed to make it official.”

Wen Ruyu’s lashes trembled slightly. He lowered his gaze and spoke softly.

“I don’t mind.”

In truth, Chu Junheng had no intention of seeking his opinion. The moment he asked, he had already posted it.

Wen Ruyu had never posted anything before. His clean, empty social account now had a single post—the only one.

[Wen Ruyu: This is my husband @Chu Junheng.]

The attached photo was the one they had just taken.

Chu Junheng’s lips curved slightly in satisfaction. He returned the phone to Wen Ruyu, then took out his own phone and reposted it without hesitation.

[Chu Junheng: Mm @Wen Ruyu.]

Chapter 58

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