Chapter 17 The Teasing Yandere Boy 17

Chapter 17: The Teasing, Obsessive Young Master 17

The young master's bright, clear eyes stared at Jiang Ran, a hint of confusion in them: "What else would we be?"

Of course, they could still be friends, but that didn't fit Qiao Ling's act.

Back then, he hadn't wanted to play the role because he didn't want to hurt Jiang Ran. Now that he was about to become the pampered young master of the Jian family, he had nothing left to worry about.

A cold smirk played at the corner of Jiang Ran's lips as his slightly cool fingertips gently brushed against the young master's pale skin.

"Young master, you're really cold-hearted."

He had shown him so much kindness and affection, only to have his hopes snuffed out by a single phrase—"our relationship has to stay in the shadows."

Seeing Jiang Ran a bit upset, Qiao Ling figured he was just having a hard time adjusting to his new role. He pulled him to sit down and reminded him, "You don't need to worry about anything. You're already the young master of the Jian family now—everyone will be falling all over themselves to respect you.

Just be like me—act all mean and bossy, and no one will dare mess with you."

Qiao Ling thumped his chest and told Jiang Ran from experience, "You don't even have to be reasonable with people, because that'll make people even more scared of you.

Of course, we're not saying you should do that, though! Just scare them a little, that's enough."

Those rich kids were all scared of hard work. Someone like Jiang Ran, who was born with a cold face, could scare them off with just a look.

Jiang Ran stared at him intensely, a challenging glint in his eyes. "What about you? Can I treat you that way too?"

Qiao Ling: "..."

For some reason, he felt like he'd shot himself in the foot.

The young master sprawled lazily on the couch, lightly rubbed his nose, his dark eyes darting everywhere but at Jiang Ran, muttering vaguely, "I'm your good friend, so you should be nice to me."

Jiang Ran snorted coldly.

Good friend?

This young master was probably worse to him than anyone else.

Jiang Ran had finished his exams, but he hadn't moved out of Qiao Ling's place.

The Jian couple couldn't stand Jian Qingming and were dead set on erasing every trace of him from the house, so the place was being renovated.

And Qiao Ling...

Spent every day in a mix of agony and pure bliss.

Since Jiang Ran was on break, he just stayed home reading.

He'd constantly grab Qiao Ling's arm to check the wound, like he wanted to apply medicine three times a day.

Unfortunately, the young master's wound was just about healed, leaving behind an ugly scar on his slender, fair arm.

Seeing this, Jiang Ran went out and bought scar cream and put it on for him every morning and night.

As for the rest of the time... ahem, ahem.

As the saying goes, young blood runs hot.

Qiao Ling had already learned firsthand what Jiang Ran was capable of.

The delicate, innocent Jiang Ran of the past had completely transformed into a fierce young wolf.

His stamina was not to be underestimated.

Not only was he fierce, but he also threw Qiao Ling's own dirty talk back in his face.

And he walked the walk...

"Our deal is for three months. Though the time isn't up yet, I think I should have some basic professional ethics."

His voice was low, but the damage was undeniable.

And the harsh words Qiao Ling had stupidly thrown out when he was young and dumb were now coming back to slap him in the face, one by one.

With Jian Han's birthday coming up, the Jians called, saying the house was fully renovated and hoping Jiang Ran would come home when he got the chance.

This time, Jiang Ran agreed without hesitation.

Qiao Ling was all for it—not because he didn't like having Jiang Ran around.

But because his back was starting to protest...

The night before Jiang Ran left, while packing his bags, he realized the young master had bought him a ton of stuff without even realizing it.

A computer and some professional books, which he'd pretended to toss to him with the excuse, "I don't like studying anyway, and they're just collecting dust, so you might as well have them."

The clothes were all designer brands—he'd bought a bunch, then pretended they were too big and tossed them to Jiang Ran.

Even Jiang Ran had put on weight from living with him.

It suddenly dawned on Jiang Ran that this sharp-tongued, soft-hearted young master had gotten him hooked, and by the time he realized it, it was already too deep—no cure.

Qiao Ling came out of the bathroom after freshening up and saw Jiang Ran already sitting on the edge of the bed.

Qiao Ling snorted. "Aren't you supposed to be all professional? Didn't you say I could do whatever I wanted with you? Since you're leaving tomorrow, I want you to sleep on the floor tonight."

All his usual fussing hadn't been real, but tonight it was.

This guy was way too energetic, like he had endless energy. Making him sleep on the floor would cool his jets.

If he didn't show him who's boss, Jiang Ran would never know what he was capable of!

Hearing this, Jiang Ran looked up at him and slammed his book shut.

He sat up straight and asked the real question: "So the young master wants to do it on the floor? That's a first for me."

Qiao Ling: "!!!"

The young master had just come out of the bathroom, his pale skin flushed pink from the steam, but upon hearing those words, his ears went completely red.

"Y-you! What kind of dirty mind do you have?!"

Jiang Ran leaned in. "So you're saying... not on the floor? Then where? The kitchen? The balcony? Or the sofa?"

A predatory smile tugged at the corner of the young man's lips as he bent down to whisper in Qiao Ling's ear.

"I'm good anywhere. Your call."

Fresh from his shower, the young master still smelled faintly of body wash. They used the same one, yet somehow it smelled strangely sweet on him.

Qiao Ling's face was as black as soot, wishing he could just chomp down and kill him with one bite.

This guy was being way too reckless—was this still the same aloof, noble Supreme Deity he knew?

And as it turned out, they tried every spot in the house.

The one leaving tomorrow was determined to leave traces of their life together in every corner of the house.

As Qiao Ling fell asleep biting the blanket, tears still glistened at the corners of his eyes.

Jiang Ran gently kissed the corners of his eyes and softly pulled him into his arms.

The night slowly faded, and the sky turned pale with dawn, yet Jiang Ran felt no trace of sleepiness.

He suddenly remembered something and turned over to quietly open that drawer.

Here lay the young master's secret.

"Day one of bullying Jiang Ran, sob sob, my heart aches so much. I hope Jiang Ran can understand that I didn't mean to bully him. I have to do this for his own good, so I can only do it this way! I'm sorry, Jiang Ran!"

"Today I saw someone bullying Jiang Ran, and I was furious! From now on, I won't let anyone bully Jiang Ran!"

"Today I made Jiang Ran sleep on the floor, and I just started crying! I'm so sorry, so sorry, Jiang Ran!"

"Today I blocked a knife for Jiang Ran, it hurt like crazy! But at least he wasn't hurt."

"Today Jiang Ran seemed a bit unhappy. He's about to become a young master and embrace a beautiful life, so why isn't he happy? How strange."

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