Subordinate Doting - Chap 1
“Bad Love” Author: Lin Xiaoye [CP Complete + Extra]
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He Zhuo, who has a bad temper, looks down on his wife who was betrothed to him.
Ji Tingyu is a low-quality O, dull, taciturn and boring, with only a good-looking appearance that can be seen but not touched.
He had been eyeing it with desire for half a year, but he couldn’t even put his hands on it.
On the wedding night, Ji Tingyu, who had just finished taking a shower, bit her hair band to braid her hair, and the kitten ears on her head trembled slightly.
He Zhuo couldn’t help himself and reached out to touch the end of his hair.
After being thrown over his shoulder and pushed to the ground, Xiao O shrank into the corner, trembling all over like a frightened bird, and said in fear: “…Brother?”
He Zhuo’s face turned cold, and he stood up to leave. Ji Tingyu quickly held him back: “Don’t go, brother can get me drunk…”
He Zhuo: “If you feel disgusted, I’ll just say it directly. Don’t force yourself into this state.”
He thought his wife hated him, and after living together for three years, he was extremely cold.
On the night of their wedding anniversary, just after having sex with someone else, they received the last video of Ji Tingyu before he died.
The dying Little O was lying in a pool of blood, hugging his pajamas stained with his pheromones: “I’m sorry, brother, I couldn’t make it back for this year’s anniversary.”
At that heart-wrenching moment, He Zhuo realized that he was totally wrong.
On the wedding night after his rebirth, Ji Tingyu was nervous again, and He Zhuo hugged him directly: “Wife, can you kiss my little paw again?”
Later, Xiao O, wearing camouflage clothes, was held on He Zhuo’s shoulders.
”Touch my shoulder and I’ll start.” He Zhuo kissed the tip of his nose: “I’ve hugged you so many times, how come you still don’t know it’s me.”
Fortunately, he can start over again. In this life, he gets to love that silly little guy.
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Chapter 1 Return His Body to Me
”Brother, please give me Xiaoyu’s body. Since he married me, he should be buried in my house.”
He Zhuo was dressed in a dark black suit, holding a fresh white rose between his fingers. The expensive fabric on his chest outlined his square chest muscles as he walked.
As he walked through the crowded hall, his cold and thin jawline was reflected in the glass windows on both sides. He looked like a black swan that had lost its partner in a quiet lake shrouded in mist, elegant and decadent.
And the person lying in the camphor coffin in the hall at this moment was indeed his lover, Ji Tingyu, with whom he had been married for three years.
Half a month ago, Ji Tingyu, who had been on vacation for more than half a year, was temporarily assigned to follow the interview in the Syste war zone. Seven days ago, he died in the battlefield.
From the time the news of his death came to the time his body was returned home, his brother Ji Tinglan was fully responsible, and Ji Tinglan did not allow He Zhuo to visit him.
Even now, as a husband, he was turned away when he wanted to pay his respects to his beloved.
”Get out of here!”
The teapot filled with water was thrown out of the mourning hall as Ji Tinglan shouted angrily, and rushed straight towards He Zhuo’s head. With a “crack”, it broke into pieces on his forehead, and bright red blood instantly gushed out and trickled down.
He Zhuo just frowned expressionlessly and continued to walk inside.
The huge mourning hall was originally surrounded by reporters, but now a passage has been cleared in the middle of the road like Moses parting the sea.
The young head of the He family walked in the front, followed by two rows of well-trained bodyguards, all with black mourning scarves tied on their arms.
He walked all the way to the cordon that Ji Tinglan had set up specifically for him. He Zhuo lowered his eyes and glanced at the useless strip around his waist, and said in a calm voice: “Brother, let me in. You know this can’t stop me.”
Ji Tinglan was furious: “Xiaoyu is dead and you still won’t let him go!”
”I don’t want to rob him. I just want to see him once, just once. I don’t believe he’s dead. He was fine when he left. He even said he would tell me something when he came back next time. It’s impossible for him to die so quietly.”
Ji Tingyu’s mission was urgent, and he didn’t have time to say goodbye to his family properly. He only said to He Zhuo: “Wait for me to come back, I have something to tell you.” For the first time ever, he showed him the two kitten ears on his head for him to touch.
He Zhuo was filled with joy at the time, thinking that three years of marriage in name only had finally made this wild and unruly kitten learn to be submissive and bow to him. He even carefully prepared a cruise trip and a candlelight dinner, after all, Ji Tingyu’s return date was their third anniversary.
But he didn’t wait for those words, but waited for the news of his lover’s death.
Ji Tinglan resolutely refused: “If you don’t get out, I will call the police! Uncle Wang, go call the security guard!”
”No need to go. Your people can’t get in, and it’s useless even if the police come. Brother, Xiaoyu is here. I don’t want to make things too ugly. Just let me take a look.”
”You still knew Xiaoyu was here?! He was still asleep, and you brought so many people into his funeral hall. You don’t even want to give him the final rest, right?”
He Zhuo was startled, his empty eyes fell on the lonely thin coffin, his mixed-race ice-blue eyes were like a frozen ocean.
After a long moment, he closed his eyes in despair, took a half step back, raised his bony fingers to pinch the knot of his tie, pulled it down violently, slid it to his lower abdomen, unbuttoned it, and then knelt down in formal attire.
A foot below the thigh, the high-grade fabric revealed the outline of a shirt clip.
The crowd was immediately in an uproar. No one dared to believe that such a gifted child would actually kneel down in public. The reporters who came to their senses immediately took a lot of photos of him.
He Zhuo didn’t care at all. He placed his hands on his legs, still holding the white rose with the flower head facing down. A line of blue blood vessels like metal threads bulged out from the tendons on the back of his hand, spreading all the way from the fingertips to the inside of the strong wrist bone.
These were a pair of hands that even a dull and taciturn person like Ji Tingyu had boasted about, and every time they spun around forcefully, they could make him break down and cry.
But now those hands were like their owner, lifeless, as if the flesh and blood had been taken away.
He Zhuo’s forehead was still bleeding, his shirt around his neck was stained with blood, and a withered rose petal was pressed under his knees.
