The car was parked downstairs in a high-rise apartment building. Jiang Kezhou had a particularly severe adverse reaction to anesthesia, and he was still lethargic until now. Yan Zhixing was a jerk-mouthed gourd with a very strict tongue, Jiang Kezhou knew it was useless to ask, so he just shut up and pretended to be dead, and let him bring himself into the house. Anyway, no matter what they want to do, it will never be worse than selling themselves in a kiln.
Yan Zhixing was familiar with this apartment, but he didn't go in. He just stood by the door and told Jiang Kezhou: "This house belongs to Mr. Ye. You can take a shower and rest first. Don't mess with things, don't enter the master bedroom, and don't go out without permission—at the door There are cameras, and I'll call attention to you."
He said Jiang Kezhou nodded, very obedient and cooperative.
Yan Zhixing said again: "I will come back later."
"Don't be so troublesome," Jiang Kezhou said, "I am already very grateful that you saved me. I will leave when I recover tomorrow. Thank you Mr. Ye for me."
Yan Zhixing weighed it and decided that it would be better not to tell him the truth yet. He nodded and said in a businesslike manner, "Then I'll go first."
Jiang Kezhou took a shower and came out, without a change of clothes, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe indiscriminately. Seeing that the guest room was tidy, he was embarrassed to go up and roll around, so he lay down on the sofa in the living room. The sofa is limited in length, but fortunately it is wide enough. Jiang Kezhou was exhausted for days and was given anesthesia. He fell asleep as fast as if he had been beaten with a sap.
In the evening, as soon as Ye Zheng entered the door, he saw Jiang Kezhou sleeping unconscious on the sofa, with his long legs curled up aggrievedly, his hands resting on his cheeks, and there were mottled bruises on his wrists. He heard Yan Zhixing talk about the episode on the way back, and gave Yan Zhixing a funny look, and the other party immediately asked knowingly: "Wake him up?"
"No need." Ye Zheng took off his suit and put it on the back of the chair, and said leisurely, "If you die sooner or later, you have to die, let him die later."
Yan Zhixing never tries to understand his boss's brain circuit in this kind of matter, he just needs to be a vase as quiet as a chicken. He took out a few pages of printed paper from his briefcase and put them on the coffee table: "This is the contract you want."
Ye Zheng sat down on the opposite sofa and raised his chin: "Leave it alone, you can get off work."
Perhaps because of lack of security, subconsciously he still felt afraid, Jiang Kezhou vaguely heard voices and footsteps, and his nerves suddenly tensed up. As soon as Yan Zhixing left, he sat up abruptly with a carp on his back foot, almost fell off the sofa because of his excessive movement, and surprised Ye Zheng who was opposite him.
"It was a surprise." Ye Zheng took out a tissue to wipe off the water on the coffee table, saw Jiang Kezhou staring at him as if he had seen a ghost, and raised his long eyebrows, "Why, it's only been a few hours. Know me?"
"No... no," Jiang Kezhou rubbed his throbbing temples, not knowing how to speak, "Mr. Ye..."
Ye Zheng poured a glass of water and pushed it to him: "Drink some water, calm down."
Holding the cup in his hands, Jiang Kezhou breathed a sigh of relief: "I... thank you for saving me, thank you."
A smile flashed across Ye Zheng's face, but he didn't respond to his thanks. The two sides were relatively silent, and the atmosphere was almost stagnant. Jiang Kezhou knew that he should say something more, and continued to thank or express his determination. But he has been independent since he was a child, and he firmly believes that "it is better to ask for others than to ask for oneself". Suddenly, after receiving such a great favor from Ye Zheng, he was a little at a loss and didn't know how to continue the topic.
Ye Zheng noticed his dodging gaze and found it even more interesting. He was too lazy to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf, pointed to the contract on the coffee table, and said straight to the point: "I'm not doing charity. You can read the contract and sign it if you don't have any problems. If you don't want to, just pretend that today's incident never happened , Where did you come from and go back to?"
Jiang Kezhou didn't understand what he meant, so he said "yes" and took the contract. After reading a few pages, his face suddenly changed, and he looked up at Ye Zheng, trembling fingers holding the page: "What do you mean? !"
Ye Zheng smiled and said, "literally."
The contract is in duplicate, in black and white, and several clauses are listed on it.
The first one is that Party A, Ye Zheng, bought Party B, Jiang Kezhou, at a price of 1.8 million RMB in Xijing. In return, Party B becomes Party A's lover from the effective date of the contract and establishes a nurturing relationship.
Article 2, the contract stipulates that the term of nurturing is five years, and the cost of nurturing is calculated at 300,000 RMB per year.
Article 3: During the period stipulated in the contract, the foster person shall not disclose the relationship, shall not cheat, and shall not voluntarily terminate the contract except in special circumstances (such as death, disability, etc.).
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Article 9, the nurturing person has the right to terminate the contract at any time. Once the contract is terminated, the fee will be settled according to the year of the day, and the balance will not be refunded or made up.
Jiang Kezhou grew up poor from a young age, and the amount of money above 100,000 has no practical meaning for him. He was dazzled by the string of hundreds of millions of figures, and for the first time knew that a living person could also be priced in taels by catty and clearly marked.
The gambling debt of 600,000 has doubled, and the price is even so high that he is a little "flattered".
But he is a person, he works hard every day to make money and survive no matter how hard he is, not to be an expensive commodity at the mercy of others.
Just because she cast the wrong baby, she deserves to be stuck in the mud all her life and unable to get up
There were countless questions circling in Jiang Kezhou's mind. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know which one to ask first.
"Don't worry, you can think slowly." Ye Zheng said.
"Why?" He raised his eyes blankly, and there was a little begging in his eyes, almost unbearable: "Why... must it be like this?"
"Personal hobbies." Ye Zheng said indifferently, "The eyes you looked at me in A are exactly the same as now. I like this kind of eyes very much. Frankly speaking, there is only this point on your whole body that can barely catch your eyes, otherwise you When I am willing to buy someone directly from that bastard surnamed Sun?"
"In that place, it's useless to try to fish you out and go to the police. You can only follow the rules of Station A, understand?"
Problems that cannot be solved by order have to be opened by money.
"As I said just now, I'm not doing charity. I want to save people when I see them. This is my way of rescue. If you are willing to accept it, you can sign it; if you don't want to..." He stopped talking, and the next consequences don't need to be said by him, Jiang Kezhou Naturally understand.
Ye Zheng took a paper bag from the cabinet in the entrance, and handed it to Jiang Kezhou: "The belongings you left in Room A. Think again about what I said."
After speaking, he left Jiang Kezhou in the living room, rolled up his sleeves and walked up to the second floor.
Jiang Kezhou sat on the sofa in a daze, and had never understood so personally what it means to "make people play tricks". In the morning, he was tied up and tied up in a smoky old house to collect debts, but now he is sitting in an apartment where he may not be able to afford a square meter after working for several years, looking at the maintenance contract. However, the circumstances were very different, and the situation he faced was almost exactly the same.
Involuntary, no way to go.
Ye Zheng was on the second floor, the door was only a few meters away from him. If you rush out now, what are the chances of escaping
However, this thought only flashed through his mind, and before he could say anything more, the cell phone in his bag suddenly rang.
The incoming call shows "Uncle".
"Hello, Xiaozhou?"
"Uncle, it's me." Jiang Kezhou took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and tried his best not to hear any abnormalities in his voice, "What's wrong?"
"Xiao Zhou," Wang Yi paused for a few seconds, and then asked hesitantly and tentatively, "Are you okay? Where are you now? How is your father... how?"
These words hit Jiang Kezhou's mind lightly, and he suddenly remembered a detail that had been missed.
The person who called him and told him to come back was not Jiang Hongwei, but Wang Yi. So did Wang Yi know that those people planned to sell him to Jiang Hongwei to pay off his debts
This conjecture was so terrifying that it even made him shiver in the room with moderate temperature.
"It's okay, we're all fine, don't worry," Jiang Kezhou said in a relaxed tone, and even smiled, "The boss looks fierce, but it's not unreasonable. He said those are just scaring people, what if he really did something to me? Now, the school will call the police if they know about it. Don't worry, it's fine."
"Okay, as long as it's okay. I'll tell you how dare they take you... Ahem, hey, uncle is afraid that you can't handle it with one child, so I called you to ask."
"Well," Jiang Kezhou closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Thank you, Uncle. Go and do your work, I'll... hang up first."
He still remembers that in his sophomore year in high school, he ran out of ammunition and had no money to eat, and walked around the street hungry at noon, worrying about how to spend the remaining two days of the week. Suddenly someone stopped him from behind, stared at him for a long time, and then asked in surprise, "Are you... Jiang Kezhou?"
Wang Yi is the only remaining relative on his mother's side. They only met once at the funeral, but they didn't expect to meet suddenly on the street.
Wang Yi asked him about his recent situation, knowing that he had moved out of his home and lived alone, so he understood that it was difficult for him to live as a child, and forced him to give him 100 yuan to "eat some good nutrition".
The one hundred yuan solved his urgent need, so that he would not faint from hunger on the street. Jiang Kezhou firmly remembered this kindness, and after he was admitted to university and had some extra money, he saved 500 yuan and sent it to Wang Yi.
He has remembered the friendship for many years, and he has given his trust wholeheartedly. In times of crisis, even if they are wise and stay out of it, it will not be too difficult to give a reminder.
But no.
Ye Zheng didn't know when he was standing on the stairs overlooking him, high above him, like a god three feet above the ground. Jiang Kezhou sat in the living room at his feet, his originally straight and thin back bent, as if he was suddenly overwhelmed by this desolate fate.
He was about to give up struggling.
Ye Zheng walked down the stairs, came to him, and asked softly without emotion: "Have you thought it through?"
Jiang Kezhou lowered his head dejectedly, without even the strength to speak, took the contract with shaking hands, and signed his name on the last page.
Ye Zheng reached out and hugged him into his arms, and smiled with satisfaction: "That's right, good boy."
Ye Zheng gave him less than a day to recuperate, and took Jiang Kezhou to bed the second night after signing the contract.
Jiang Kezhou hadn't fully accepted the change of identity. He didn't even have any experience, so he passively prepared according to Ye Zheng's instructions, like a stiff marionette.
The bedroom is brightly lit. Jiang Kezhou stood in front of Ye Zheng wearing a bathrobe, looked up and down with his bland but playful gaze, and turned his head away uncomfortably.
Ye Zheng reached out and turned off the overhead light, leaving only one bedside lamp, and said flatly, "Take it off."
As he said before, this person is born with a bad taste, and he has no shortage of people around him, but he insists on holding on to Jiang Kezhou, who is unwilling to let go. The more embarrassed Jiang Kezhou became, the more Ye Zheng wanted to bully him. I want to see his flushed forbearing demeanor, his shameful obedience, and even more want to see every expression on that pale and plain face stained with lust, tears and weeping and even loss of mind.
The moment the words fell to the ground, Jiang Kezhou froze. After standing still for a while, he gritted his teeth, reached out and untied the strap of the bathrobe, took it off and hung it on the hanger next to him.
This was just a subconscious action, for some reason, Ye Zheng suddenly wanted to laugh.
If it were someone else, they would definitely let the bathrobe fall on the floor at this time, regardless of whether it was dirty or not, what they wanted was the hint of invitation. But Jiang Kezhou suddenly came out like this. How can I put it, he usually looks very clever, but he is a bit rigid in small details, destroying the half-revealed atmosphere all at once.
Ye Zheng stood up and took off the last piece of clothing for him, and saw him showing panic and forbearance as expected. It was obvious that the hairs all over his body were about to explode, but he stood still and did not dare to move.
Ye Zheng pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed, leaned over and blew into his ear, and said in a low voice, "Before going to my bed, remember a few rules."
"First, don't ask for a kiss; second, don't talk back; third, when I'm not around, don't go out and mess with others." He slowly rubbed Jiang Kezhou's lower lip with his thumb, and moved his other hand down, He flicked Jiang Kezhou's legs gently: "The mouth, the front and the back, nowhere. Remember?"
Before that, Jiang Kezhou tried his best to build himself up mentally, but these things seemed to be separated by a layer of veil for him. And since Ye Zheng set the rules for him, he seemed to finally understand his identity in this transaction—in front of Ye Zheng, he was a bed partner and plaything, and he could only open his body to Ye Zheng, but he didn't say "no." "Qualifications.
He was a little dazed and thought: what did I do wrong
Ye Zheng hooked his chin, with a faint smile: "Is this wronged? Eye circles are red."
Jiang Kezhou blinked in panic, trying to hide his tears. He turned his head slightly, unwilling to lose his composure in front of Ye Zheng, and said in a hoarse voice, "I remember."
Little did he know that his appearance like this would make Ye Zheng angry more easily than crying.
"That's good."
Ye Zheng sneered, pushed Jiang Kezhou down, and pushed him on top.