Slag Shou Cultivating Manual - Chapter 43

Jiang Jingda’s presence exuded a strange intensity, causing He Lang to frown and retreat step by step.

 

Until he was pressed against the wall by Jiang Jingda, pinned and unable to move, the heat of Jiang Jingda’s breath scorching his ear.

 

“Where do you want to go? Leave me and find that man? Hmm? The one named Jiang Jiao? Do you really like him so much…”

 

Jiang Jingda’s tone was unusually impatient and nervous, his words turning affectionate as if addressing He Lang as a child.

 

This strangeness startled He Lang, and he widened his eyes in confusion, wondering how Jiang Jingda knew so much.

 

As he tried to think of what could be wrong, he suddenly realized the issue.

 

Recently, he had hired an assistant as Jiang Jingda suggested, to help maintain his antiques and manage his daily needs.

 

It now seemed that this assistant might have been bought off by Jiang Jingda, which explained the insider information.

 

Moreover, Jiang Jingda’s expression when mentioning Jiang Jiao indicated he had investigated him thoroughly.

 

“I’m not leaving.” He Lang replied gravely, shaking his head as he quickly freed himself from Jiang Jingda’s grasp.

 

But his response had no effect on Jiang Jingda, who now questioned him with distrust that matched the previous trust he had in He Lang.

 

He shook his head, staring intently at He Lang. “You said you wouldn’t leave.”

 

In an instant, Jiang Jingda’s demeanor turned despondent, his brows clouded with darkness as he made a definitive statement, “You’ve lied to me.”

 

He Lang rubbed his brow in frustration, thinking about how to explain, but suddenly a white cloth appeared before him, making it hard to breathe. Jiang Jingda had covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

 

A faint scent filled He Lang’s senses as he was shocked and felt his strength drain rapidly, his vision darkening.

 

Jiang Jingda caught He Lang’s collapsing body, trembling as he lovingly stroked the unconscious man’s face. His mind was calm, but his blood was boiling.

 

Should he regret this? He questioned himself, but the answer was no.

 

Even after regaining his composure, he still wanted to do this, proving that he had gone down this path with no way back.

 

As he held his brother so docilely in his arms, he felt a disturbing thrill.

 

Jiang Jingda had to admit, despite his previous words about letting his brother live freely and happily, his ideals were hypocritical.

 

He had to admit he had a dark and twisted side, wishing to pull the angel from his high perch and pin him beneath him.

 

This thought had long been buried in his heart, now finally breaking through and becoming a reality.

 

He tenderly kissed He Lang’s cheeks, chin, and chest, moving downward with a satisfied sigh.

 

If he had to blame someone, it was He Lang’s overwhelming cuteness.

 

Jiang Jingda had always handled him with care, fearing to spill or break him, but what could he do if this person wasn’t truly his?

 

He was an ordinary person, not a saint devoid of desires, and sometimes he was selfish. Dragging He Lang into the mire was his desperate attempt to cling to the only hope he had left.

 

But, Lang Lang, will you save me?

 

…

 

When He Lang woke up again, he immediately recalled his strange collapse. How did he faint? Where was Jiang Jingda?

 

His brow furrowed as he realized his current predicament was dire.

 

Chains tightly bound his hands and feet, the balcony was securely locked, and the door was newly reinforced, all indicating that his freedom was now severely restricted.

 

He Lang took a deep breath and fiddled with the locks, finding them truly inescapable. His movements grew sluggish.

 

The door outside made a “ding—” sound and automatically opened.

 

Jiang Jingda pulled He Lang’s hand away from the locks and told him, “It’s impossible to open.”

 

He Lang gave up, leaning against the bed and glancing at Jiang Jingda. “So, you locked me in? Why? I need a reason.”

 

Jiang Jingda met his accusing gaze, his hidden thoughts hard to express. He sat next to He Lang, massaging his reddened hands that he had managed to unlock, and asked, “Isn’t it nice to stay by your brother’s side?”

 

He Lang ignored him and bluntly stated, “Jiang Jingda, you’ve lost your mind.”

 

No longer using the term “brother” or the familiar tone, He Lang’s mood was foul and he was unwilling to pretend.

 

Jiang Jingda, who had previously been relatively calm, showed a hint of struggle after hearing this, followed by an ambiguous smile. He approached step by step with an undeniable pressure.

 

He Lang felt a tightness in his chest and had nowhere to retreat, ending up pinned to the bed.

 

Jiang Jingda seemed to have been drinking, his eyes dazed, like a clingy animal rubbing his face against He Lang’s cheek, unable to resist dropping soft kisses.

 

“What can your brother do then? Lang Lang has grown up; can’t you think of your brother?”

 

Jiang Jingda continued to show affection, even though he had locked He Lang up, suppressing his impulse to possess him in a thousand crazy and violent ways.

 

“Your brother might not understand your preferences like Jiang Jiao does, but I will try my best to be close to your world…”

 

After learning of Jiang Jiao’s existence, Jiang Jingda tasted the bitterness of jealousy, his insides churning, feeling the sharp pangs of resentment and frustration.

 

During the days he couldn’t see Lang Lang, while that person had countless opportunities to be near his beloved, how could he not hate?

 

“No need. As a brother, you’re good enough. It’s Miss Meng who needs to be close to you.” He Lang gently shook his head.

 

Jiang Jingda’s attitude remained distant, even dragging in outsiders. Jiang Jingda closed his eyes tightly, shaking his head vigorously, as if Lang Lang still didn’t understand, or perhaps he was pretending not to know despite being fully aware.

 

“Lang Lang said he liked his brother the most—” Had he forgotten?

 

This statement had long become his obsession. Now, the person involved seemed indifferent, as if he had completely forgotten his promises, leaving Jiang Jingda alone to remember, tormented by the words that had become a painful craving and an unwillingness to let go.

 

“People change,” He Lang replied tersely, turning his head away and closing his eyes.

 

“Why?” Jiang Jingda touched his cheek, persistently asking why he had become so unfamiliar. Although He Lang was merely a recently adult child, why did his eyes always seem to show weariness and coldness? Even when He Lang smiled at him, Jiang Jingda couldn’t grasp his true feelings—what was he thinking?

 

Jiang Jingda’s expression changed several times, darkening in the shadows that He Lang could not perceive.

 

He stood up, handing He Lang a glass of water and asking if he needed any food. All his actions seemed so natural, and He Lang took a sip of water.

 

But seeing Jiang Jingda’s suddenly intense gaze, He Lang had a bad premonition and immediately grew wary.

 

A strange sensation arose in his body, particularly in his lower abdomen, feeling a surge of heat.

 

“What did you make me drink?” He Lang frowned, uncomfortably shifting his body and pulling the blanket to cover himself.

 

Jiang Jingda’s breathing became more rapid as he grabbed the chains at the head of the bed, pulling He Lang out and taking control. He tore the blanket away and soothingly said, “Be good, it looks nice.”

 

His actions were the opposite of his gentle words—his strong hands left He Lang helpless as he pulled him out from under the blanket, tearing away his disheveled clothes to expose his pale chest.

 

Jiang Jingda’s eyes widened in fixation, clutching the chains and bringing He Lang close, treating him with a crude, yet affectionate manner.

 

This was the first time He Lang had been treated this way, feeling humiliated against his will. His voice trembled as he threatened, “I will hate you.”

 

Jiang Jingda’s action paused at the sight of He Lang’s beauty. He could not stop, for he had no way to retreat now, driven by obsession and stubbornness.

 

He tore off all of He Lang’s clothes and buried his face at He Lang’s chest, sighing, “At least you will remember me.”

 

He Lang’s rationality had already collapsed due to the drugs. Despite his efforts to control himself, his body responded strongly to Jiang Jingda’s provocations, and soon, he was unable to resist.

 

…

 

As the effects of the drugs gradually wore off, He Lang slowly opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling, feeling intense fatigue and soreness with any slight movement. He gave up struggling.

 

Jiang Jingda, though just as clingy before, was now resting, unwilling to let go.

 

Seeing He Lang awake with clear eyes, Jiang Jingda looked at him with tenderness, asking if he felt uncomfortable with their first encounter. Remembering the craziness earlier, his body was still heated, and the aftereffects came in waves.

 

He Lang lowered his eyes and softly complained, “Brother, it hurt so much.”

 

Feeling guilty after all he had put He Lang through, Jiang Jingda nervously examined He Lang’s wrists, noticing the red marks left by the chains. He kissed them gently and immediately removed his restraints.

 

Even without the chains, He Lang would still be trapped in the room.

 

Gaining freedom of movement, He Lang sighed with relief.

 

Noting the change in He Lang from his initial anger and coldness, Jiang Jingda felt a flicker of joy and asked if He Lang disliked his brother.

 

He Lang’s cheeks flushed as he buried his face in Jiang Jingda’s embrace and shook his head, mumbling, “Since this has happened…”

 

Did their union change his mind? This thought warmed Jiang Jingda’s heart, making him breathe heavily as he held He Lang tightly and kissed him passionately.

 

He Lang, perhaps shy, made no moves but did not refuse. Finally, he looked up with hopeful eyes and asked, “Will you stay with me tonight, brother?”

 

Such a request was exactly what Jiang Jingda wanted. He struggled to control his joy and kissed He Lang’s lips again, promising to keep him company.

 

As night fell and He Lang managed to handle the energetic man, he took the opportunity to find a small roll of transparent tape from his desk drawer while Jiang Jingda slept.

 

He had seen Jiang Jingda use a fingerprint scanner at the door earlier, and remembered Meng Lun had once used transparent tape to bypass school check-ins.

 

He Lang carefully used the tape to collect Jiang Jingda’s fingerprints, planning to act when Jiang Jingda was at work the next day.

 

He had said he was never a prey to be hunted and trapped in a cage by Jiang Jingda.

 

**Author’s Note:** Compared to this world, the previous world’s prince was quite unlucky, never even got to taste the meat and ended up burned to death.

 

By the way, the license plate number (group number) is in the manuscript, and the uncut version will be released in the group files. A portion will also be posted on Weibo. The author’s decency is temporarily offline.

 

Also, do you believe the next chapter will be the end?