WMSR — QT Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Exquisite luxury cars worth a fortune, drivers clad in sharp suits and ties who would enthusiastically jog down to open doors or hold umbrellas the moment Xu Jiangzhe approached—such meticulous, fawning service that he had long since grown accustomed to, which had failed to draw a single second glance back at his elite private academy, opened everyone's eyes wide in this campus.

Nobody was a fool; virtually everyone immediately realized that Xu Jiangzhe was wealthy—extraordinarily wealthy.

The saying went that those smarter than him lacked his striking looks, while those better-looking lacked his wealth. Coupled with the fact that Xu Jiangzhe sat at the absolute peak of this student body across every metric—financial backing, physical appearance, and academic performance—he instantly became synonymous with supreme popularity across the campus.

When the gap between people is minor, jealousy breeds, but once that chasm stretches to a certain extreme, even the energy to envy vanishes, leaving room only for worship and adulation. Given Xu Jiangzhe's immaculate credentials, even the male students across campus struggled to pick out flaws. As for the campus goddesses and department belles whom countless ordinary guys held upon pedestals, they cast relentless flirtatious glances in Xu Jiangzhe's direction, leaving zero doubt that if Xu Jiangzhe wished it, his pool of potential girlfriends was entirely limitless.

Yet a Xu Jiangzhe blessed with such blazing popularity acted completely blind to the overtures of those campus beauties. To phrase it more accurately, he refused to invest a single ounce of mental energy into the people or events of this institution; the second his schedule cleared every day, he climbed straight into his waiting town car and departed without sparing a single second. To any romantic confessions or subtle hints tossed his way, he offered absolute, unyielding silence.

Inside the Xu family villa, the crisp, soothing splash of clear water echoed softly behind a closed door. Within the quiet room, a pair of slender, capable hands gripped a snowy white towel, gently smoothing it across a flawless, unblemished back. The movements of those hands were agonizingly gentle and flirtatious, carrying the heavy intimacy of a caress.

Bathed in the warm steam radiating off the damp towel, even though the hand's owner had drastically lightened his pressure, pale pink flushes still bloomed along every path the cloth traversed. Those delicate traces of pink resembled sakura petals scattered across pristine snow, framing the breathtaking scenery before him and rendering it infinitely more alluring.

As Xu Jiangzhe gazed at that slender, smooth back, the graceful line of his shoulder blades, and the subtle inward curve of his waist... his dark, heavy gaze deepened into an abyss.

Bai Yichen noticed that the hands trailing across his back had frozen in place for an unnaturally long stretch, accompanied by a sudden, noticeably heavier sound of breathing that instinctively triggered his internal warning bells. He couldn't help but voice out: "Jiangzhe?"

Hearing Bai Yichen's voice, Xu Jiangzhe paused for a brief fraction of a second before resuming his task.

Only, as he continued wiping down Bai Yichen's body moments later, Xu Jiangzhe intentionally or unintentionally allowed himself to drift closer and closer. On several occasions, the bridge of his nose hovered mere centimeters away from that snow-white skin, allowing him to inhale the intoxicating, seductive fragrance radiating from that exquisite physique with every breath he drew.

Xu Jiangzhe took a slow, deep, imperceptible sniff, raw and unadulterated infatuation burning visibly in his pitch-black, fathomless eyes. If the campus beauties—who privately whispered that he must be suffering from frigidity simply because he ignored all their amorous signals—could witness him now, there was no telling how utterly shocked they would be.

That agonizingly long, torturous sponge bath finally drew to a close. The moment Xu Jiangzhe finally withdrew and left the room, the nerves that Bai Yichen had kept pulled taut like piano wire finally snapped back into relaxation.

Ever since that caregiver had been dismissed, these daily bathing rituals had transformed into an unmitigated form of psychological torture for Bai Yichen. After all, turning over all his most intimate physical needs to someone bearing unambiguous romantic designs on him was, by any logical metric, a terrifyingly dangerous gamble.

Yet he possessed zero power to overrule Xu Jiangzhe's stubborn obstinacy, holding no actual administrative leverage or voice within the Xu household. Weighing all his options through harsh reality, Bai Yichen was forced for the time being to grit his teeth and endure everything unfolding before him.

And endure it Bai Yichen did—stretching those days of silent tolerance across many long years, trapped day in and day out within a localized micro-universe where even the passage of time felt blurred, repeating the exact same routine day after day, year after year.

Over that span, Xu Jiangzhe graduated from university and officially stepped into the family enterprise to begin his corporate career.

The moment he entered the workforce, Xu Jiangzhe accelerated his maturation at a frightening pace. Within a mere two-year window, he transformed into an even sharper, more sophisticated executive—perpetually attired in impeccably tailored suits, flashing an unreadable, enigmatic smile, and wearing those refined gold-rimmed glasses behind which his eyes gleamed with an unnerving ability to peer straight through human souls.

A truly formidable and slippery opponent—that formed the unanimous first impression of everyone who encountered the adult Xu Jiangzhe.

As for how Xu Jiangzhe performed inside the corporate offices, Bai Yichen had no direct visibility. However, judging by the degree to which Xu Weihai and Liu Ling leaned on him with escalating dependence year after year, he could safely deduce that his performance was nothing short of stellar.

Bai Yichen cared very little about Xu Jiangzhe's corporate milestones. What genuinely consumed his mental bandwidth—and triggered a swelling, suffocating sense of crisis—was an entirely different problem.

Whether throughout his university years or following his entry into the professional world, Xu Jiangzhe maintained his unyielding ritual of returning home every single day, come rain or shine. Simultaneously, his desire for absolute ownership over Bai Yichen escalated aggressively. As Xu Jiangzhe's years of adulthood accumulated, Bai Yichen began to keenly sense the awakening of primal, adult male physical drives stirring within him. Not only did Xu Jiangzhe's intimate physical contacts grow increasingly frequent, but the frequency with which he sneaked into Bai Yichen's bed in the dead of night multiplied exponentially. On certain nights, an aroused Xu Jiangzhe would press his solid weight directly against him for hours on end.

Though Xu Jiangzhe had not yet resorted to outright forced assault, the predatory, hungry glare burning in his eyes whenever he stared at Bai Yichen left him perpetually haunted by the terror that he might be devoured whole at any second. Trapped in the volatile prime of youth, sharing a bed with a man who could easily infiltrate his quarters every single night, Bai Yichen refused to foolishly pin all his hopes on Xu Jiangzhe's self-restraint.

Haunted by the shadows of a past life where he had suffered forced trauma, Bai Yichen swore he would never subject himself to a second nightmare.

Driven by this overwhelming, desperate crisis, a radical plan quietly began to crystallize within Bai Yichen's mind.

Within this sealed fortress of a villa, who possessed the raw power to check and halt Xu Jiangzhe? He certainly couldn't do it himself, and the domestic servants were entirely useless. The sole entity capable of exerting genuine authority and stopping him was Xu Weihai and Liu Ling.

What if the Xu couple were to discover Xu Jiangzhe's forbidden romantic fixations toward him?

No matter how flawed parents might be, it was fundamentally impossible for them to sit back and watch their only son stray down a ruined path—falling in love with a man, and a paralyzed man at that, who shared such a dangerously intimate, claustrophobic proximity with him.

As long as the Xu couple possessed a shred of sanity, they would move heaven and earth to sever that connection and tear the two of them apart.