PD Chapter 2: The Scene of the Car Crash

All the good impressions Wen Xunchuan had for the guy in front of him evaporated in an instant as soon as he realized their vibes didn’t match at all. The hint of laughter in his eyes faded ruthlessly.

He wanted to pull his hand back, but his wrist was firmly gripped by the other guy.

Wen Xunchuan looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, clearly annoyed. “Dude, what’s the meaning of this?”

The guy leaned closer, a smirk curling at his lips. “What do you think?”

His breath fell directly onto Wen Xunchuan’s face, making him frown, his distaste obvious. But he stubbornly refused to turn away.

They stared at each other in silence for a moment, but as the guy showed no intention of letting go, Wen Xunchuan suddenly chuckled. He lifted his free hand and slowly placed it on the man’s chest, fingers tracing lightly along the button seam.

The guy looked caught off guard by this move, his breathing hitching as his grip on Wen Xunchuan’s wrist loosened. As Wen Xunchuan moved in closer, the guy raised his arms to wrap around his waist.

“You…”

Before the guy could finish his sentence, Wen Xunchuan pressed against him and cut him off with a sly grin, “Are you trying to compare sizes with me?”

The man chuckled lightly, then tightened his arm around Wen Xunchuan, pulling him fully into his embrace.

“No need for that,” he said, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief as he smirked. “Is that really necessary?”

Wen Xunchuan’s hand, which had been about to pull back, froze. He narrowed his eyes at the man in front of him, instantly picking up on the mocking glint in his gaze.

The mocking undertone in both his eyes and voice thoroughly irritated Wen Xunchuan.

He snorted, dropping his gaze for a moment, his long lashes hiding the flash of cunning in his eyes. When he looked up again, his narrow eyes were misted with a flirtatious gleam.

He wrapped his arms around the guy’s neck, leaned in, and whispered softly against his ear, his magnetic voice laced with a hint of seductive playfulness. “Interested in giving it a try?”

—

The sound of water stopped in the bathroom. Wen Xunchuan, leaning by the window with a cigarette, exhaled smoke, glancing sideways as the door opened.

Earlier, at the hotel front desk, he’d caught a glimpse of the guy’s ID card and learned his name was He Linzhou, probably no older than twenty-three, if that.

He Linzhou emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe and wearing slippers. The robe hung loosely around his waist, the open collar exposing a broad chest. Not avoiding Wen Xunchuan’s gaze at all, he stood tall and approached with long strides.

“How’s this? Satisfied?”

Standing in front of him, He Linzhou’s childish pride amused Wen Xunchuan a bit.

Wen Xunchuan took a drag from his cigarette, turning to blow the smoke out the window. Just as the remaining smoke billowed out, a gust of wind blew in, clouding his face with smoke.

Squinting slightly from the irritation, he turned back to He Linzhou, giving a small nod of approval. “Yeah, not bad.”

He Linzhou took the cigarette from his hand, stubbing it out right on the marble windowsill. Wen Xunchuan glanced at the ashtray nearby and frowned slightly. After a brief hesitation, he muttered, “Dirty, isn’t it?”

“It’s not like you’re cleaning it.” He Linzhou tossed the cigarette butt onto the windowsill and leaned in, hands on either side of Wen Xunchuan, almost caging him in an embrace.

He Linzhou leaned closer, brushing a light kiss on his earlobe, his voice a low murmur. “Baby, how about a shower?”

When Wen Xunchuan stayed silent, He Linzhou nibbled at his ear, urging softly, “Hmm?”

Wen Xunchuan turned his head slightly to avoid his lips, straightened up from the windowsill, and grabbed He Linzhou by his robe collar, shoving him lightly toward the bed. His voice was casual, almost lazy, “Let’s skip it.”

“What? Now you’re suddenly not a clean freak?” He Linzhou’s big hands roamed to Wen Xunchuan’s waist, retreating obediently, a smirk in his eyes. “Can’t wait?” He stumbled slightly as his calf bumped against the bed, allowing Wen Xunchuan to push him down onto the mattress. His bathrobe loosened in the process, but Wen Xunchuan didn’t spare it a glance, climbing onto his waist with one swift motion.

Wen Xunchuan slowly unbuttoned his shirt, gazing down at He Linzhou, his eyes growing colder as he spoke in a voice devoid of warmth, “Yeah.”

He Linzhou’s gaze locked onto his hands, breathing faster as the shirt slowly revealed Wen Xunchuan’s sharp collarbone and a glimpse of smooth skin. His hand inched toward Wen Xunchuan’s waistband, fingers reaching for his belt.

But Wen Xunchuan suddenly stopped him, leaning down to look into his slightly flushed eyes, whispering in a near-silent tone, “Wanna play something exciting?”

He Linzhou’s lips parted in a soft murmur, “You little demon.”

Moments later—

He Linzhou strained against the iron bed frame binding his wrists, sounding annoyed. “Untie me. I’m not into this.”

Wen Xunchuan got off the bed, straightened his wrinkled shirt, glancing down at him. “What? Chickening out?”

Seeing the spring-loaded knife in Wen Xunchuan’s hand, He Linzhou’s face changed, his body tensing, voice rising in panic. “What the hell are you planning?”

Wen Xunchuan toyed with the knife, letting the blade flick open with a sharp click, casting a cold gleam in the light.

His lips curled into a smirk as he looked at He Linzhou, who was frozen in fear. “Play something exciting, of course.”

“Fuck you, you’re insane!” He Linzhou kicked at the bed in panic, trying to keep Wen Xunchuan away.

The cold metal pressed against his leg, freezing him in place as cold sweat broke out on his back, anger mixed with fear in his gaze. “Get lost! Don’t touch me!”

“Hmm?” Wen Xunchuan traced the knife handle up his bare leg, smirking. “Oh? I’d love to hear how you plan to warn me.”

When the icy blade grazed his thigh, He Linzhou shuddered, glaring at Wen Xunchuan’s deceptively innocent face. “I’ll kill you one day!”

Wen Xunchuan laughed, watching He Linzhou’s panicked face with amusement. “Oh? I’m so scared.”

He drew the blade back, letting its flat edge trail slowly across He Linzhou’s bare skin.

He Linzhou’s nerves snapped, his face pale, temples throbbing as he shouted, “Fuck you!”

Wen Xunchuan’s expression darkened. Kneeling on the bed, he grabbed He Linzhou’s chin, forcing eye contact as he pressed the back of the knife against a very sensitive spot. “What are you planning to use?”

He Linzhou, clearly rattled, stayed tense, glaring defiantly even as his red-rimmed eyes betrayed him.

A brat.

Wen Xunchuan snickered inwardly.

Seeing He Linzhou visibly shaken, his twisted sense of humor was finally satisfied.

Honestly, he hadn’t planned on going this far. He’d been a bit buzzed at the bar, riled up by a few careless words, and now that the buzz was fading, he found his own antics a bit ridiculous.

Getting off the bed, he tossed the knife onto the nightstand and pulled a blanket over He Linzhou’s bare body.

He Linzhou turned his head away, shouting angrily, “Let me go!”

Ignoring him, Wen Xunchuan sat on the nearby armchair, propping his head on the table as he watched him. “So, who exactly are you?”

“Oh, now you’re playing dumb? Crying and begging to lick me earlier, and now you don’t know me?”

Wen Xunchuan’s brow furrowed, his voice cold. “I suggest you watch your words.”

“You!” He Linzhou glared at him with reddened eyes. “You ghosted me so many times, and now you pretend not to know me?”

Wen Xunchuan stared at him, unable to detect any sign of lying.

He Linzhou continued, “Didn’t you just post on your social media yesterday about going on a trip? And here you are today, caught by me in a bar?”

By now, Wen Xunchuan had pieced things together.

Either this idiot had mistaken him for someone else, or some fool had been impersonating him online.

He pursed his lips, grabbed his pants from the bathroom floor, and pulled out a phone from the pocket.

“What’s the passcode?”

He Linzhou looked wary. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you call the cops.”

“…”

Wen Xunchuan gave him a look, gesturing toward the knife on the nightstand. “You gonna say it?”

“…One-one-one-one-one-one.”

Wen Xunchuan smirked in satisfaction, unlocked the phone, and nearly laughed out loud at the wallpaper—a plain black background with a single giant “1” in the middle.

“What are you laughing at?” He Linzhou scowled.

“Proud, are we?” Wen Xunchuan snickered, not looking up as he opened WeChat.

It didn’t take long to find He Linzhou’s ‘ghosting contact,’ because the profile picture was a selfie Wen Xunchuan had posted months ago on his social feed.

Wen Xunchuan wasn’t particularly interested in their chat history, skimming through the messages until he spotted a line of bright orange payment records. Calculating roughly, the transfers alone must’ve totaled close to two hundred thousand.

He raised an eyebrow at He Linzhou.

Well, this guy wasn’t just clueless—he was also a sucker with too much money.

Wen Xunchuan tossed the phone onto He Linzhou’s pillow, stood, and grabbed his jacket from the armchair.

“W-where are you going?” He Linzhou asked, voice panicked. “You’re leaving?”

“What else?” He replied calmly, slipping on his coat. “Or, did you want a new wallpaper?”

He Linzhou’s face paled as he struggled to sit up, but with his hands tied to the bed frame, he couldn’t move. “What am I supposed to do?”

Wen Xunchuan cast him a glance, walking toward the door. “Didn’t even get me to sleep with you, and you already want me to take responsibility?”

He Linzhou cursed, “You bastard, untie me!”

Hand on the doorknob, Wen Xunchuan paused, realizing the little scammer had actually given him a real name.

Turning back, he said with an earnest expression, “Promise me, make time to get your head checked, alright, baby?”

With a thud, the door shut, cutting off He Linzhou’s furious shout of “Fuck you!”