Chapter 1 Fall Into His Trap

The allure of real life is that every step you take may lead to a very different future.

For example, in the college entrance examination, a certain option to a multiple choice question can help Yu Yue get the admission from T University, with only 2 points superiority.

But, at the same time, one false step could be fatal.

Just like Yu Yue met Ye Lin for the first time.

In that year, Yu Yue was 17-year-old. He got into T University from a third tier city, became a temporary resident in the capital city in one fell swoop.

During the summer vacation, he spent a month watching the talent show called Super Girl, but finally his goddess, who got his undivided support, didn't win the Laurel—instead, a masculine handsome girl won the title. At that moment, Yu Yue felt like watching a very long romantic drama—when the hero and the heroine finally came together after all they've been through, the hero said: In fact, I'm Brother Chun.

With such strong feeling of being trapped, Yu Yue still spent the rest time in watching TV. And when the school started, he was surprised to find his skin was turning to white like molting. Yu Yue looked at himself on the mirror, felt better and better. He thought he need a fashion hairstyle in the capital city—after all, it's university life, which means beside study, another key goal should be falling in love with someone.

However, as an engineering student, his fashion index was limited by his surroundings. Spending ￥200 on the Quiff hairstyle, wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of black pants from Nike, and stepping on a pair of shiny new Adidas, he felt the wind blew under his feet.

--Until Cheng Xiaocheng stands in front of him. The strong contrast between them let Yu Yue fall down from the cloud.

Cheng and Yu come from the same city, and they went to the same high school before T University. But Cheng is 3 years older than Yu and now he's a senior. As a rare arts student and a former member of student council in T University, he looks mature, capable and tasteful—a light blue polo shirt, starched Khakis, and slightly long, but carefully trimmed bangs.

Yu Yue is ashamed. He's distracted for a moment—thinking the engineering student and the arts student are not in the same level in any case—and misses how Cheng brings the conversation to introduce him to a 'Mr. Ye'.

"Ah? He's…?" Yu Yue returns to his sense.

"I can't say exactly what he does, but for sure he has a special background," Cheng pauses a second, "I got to know him by accident. He is our alumnus, very straightforward, generous, and willing to help alumni like us. So I want to introduce you to him. If you have any trouble in the future, he may help."

Yu Yue has been taught the importance of the relationship when he got into T university, so he repeatedly nods to express his thanks for the introduction.

Agree with each other, they decide to visit Mr. Ye on next week, the National Day Holiday. Before leaving, Cheng says: "be formal a little bit when we go, the sportswear is not suitable."

Yu Yue is embarrassed, he scratches his head, asks: "em…the business formal?"

"Not really, for student, jeans and white shirts should be fine. The tracksuits can not show your shape at all."

Yu feels frustrated since his taste in clothes was unreservedly criticized. He changes all of them as soon as he get back to the dorm.

On October 3, Yu Yue is afraid to take matters into his own hands. He follows Cheng's advice, chooses a white shirt with blue jeans. But for the shoes, he's hesitating--sneakers and canvas? Or borrow a pair of leather shoes?

Finally, Yu steps out on a pair of light grey skate shoes. In consequences, Cheng Xiaocheng's eyes fall on his shoes after staring him from the head to the toe. The words linger between Cheng's lip, but he says nothing, just frowns.

Yu takes a glance back, sees a pair of tan suede loafers, and then, becomes dejected and despondent.

"Get in the car." Cheng Xiaocheng doesn't say anything else, just turns around and opens a car door.

Yu Yue is surprised—he thought they would take bus or taxi, but Cheng opened the door of a Maybach parked behind him.

Cheng looks at his shocked face, says: "This is Mr. Ye's car."

Yu swallows, gets into the car, nervous and constrained. Seeing the middle-aged person sitting in the driver's seat, he casts an interrogative look at Cheng: "Is he…Mr. Ye?"

Cheng does not reply, but the driver turns his head: "No, I'm his driver."

"Uh…ah…Hi…nice to meet you." Yu feels embarrassed, trying to be polite by greeting.

"Nice to meet you too." The driver keeps plain attitude, focuses on his own job, driving.

Yu Yue starts to wonder what kind of man Mr. Ye is—he's still surprised by the private driver, so far as to regret to come. He is not in the same class with Cheng Xiaocheng nor Mr. Ye. Both his parents are the ordinary employees in a small town, definitely not in the same level with the person who own private driver in the capital city. How can he socialize with those people beyond the huge class gap?

After stuck for a while in the urban area, the car gets on the fifth ring road and heads west. Yu Yue is not familiar with Beijing yet, the intuition tells him they're heading to the Fragrant Hills.

About an hour later, the car slows down and turns into a residential area, finally pulls up in front of the villas.

It's a row of European style single family houses–red walls, green tiles and white window rails, each has three stories with front and back gardens—a little bit old but still charming, on account of the well management.

So beautiful! How much is it worth? Yu Yue exclaims in his mind.

Then, Cheng Xiaocheng leads Yu Yue to the second building, takes out a key and opens the door.

Yu doubts a second: how can Cheng have the key?

Cheng gets into the house, heads to the kitchen first, greeting to a woman in forties and asks: "Is food ready?"

"Yes."

"Then bring it out and get lunch ready."

"No problem. I'll leave once get this done, and I'll do the dishes in the evening. Please tell Mr. Ye."

"OK."

Yu is so confused, and he follows Cheng step by step to the living room. But Cheng stops him for a moment: "stay here, I need to go upstairs to find Mr. Ye."

Yu Yue nods, and looks down—there are several fresh footprints on the solid wood floor—he has no where to go. At last, he has to ask the maid for the shoe covers, but gets a pair of slippers.

Yu puts on the slippers, still feels uncomfortable. He looks around, sees the sun shining through the sliding glass door. And outside, there is a balcony with marble railing in the baroque style, white and immaculate. He pulls open the door, wants to go out there, but Cheng suddenly calls him from behind: "Yu, come upstairs."

From the stairs onwards, the floor is covered by the camel jacquard carpets. Yu Yue is secretly glad that he changed slippers. But Cheng doesn't seem to care, he just steps on it directly—however, his shoes don't seem to be very dirty. That's obviously a new pair, Yu Yue stares on Cheng's feet, guesses it's the first time he wear it.

In Yu's mind, there is a variety of conjectures about Mr. Ye—maybe a man over 35 years old, with greasy hair parted and a slight beer belly—he can't be a fat man, can he? Yu can't help a suppressed snicker.

But as soon as the study door is opened, Yu sees a man in his late 20s, with spiffy short hair, half-framed silver rimmed glasses and double folded cuffs, folding the newspaper in his hands and putting it on a shelf at the side. His eyes fall on Yu Yue, and suddenly his mouth curls into a smile, says "Yo" with a euphoric sound.

Yu Yue blinks innocently—Can this man be Mr. Ye?

"Yu Yue." Cheng turns his head and pulls Yu out of his thinking, "this is Mr. Ye."

"Mr…Mr. Ye, nice to meet you." Incredible! Yu is a little astonished, because that person is really—how to describe him—a little elitist, but has some hooligan's temperament, even the gentler glasses can not cover up his astuteness. Anyway, he doesn't look like a nice person.

Before Yu could figure it out, Mr. Ye reaches out to him: "nice to meet you, Yu Yue?"

"Yes, yes..." Yu reply quickly.

"Xiaocheng's schoolmate, right?"

"Yes, I'm the senior fellow apprentice's junior fellow apprentice." Yu Yue feels his tongue tied because of nervousness.

"Monk Sha or Zhu Bajie?" Mr. Ye smiles.

Yu Yue is abashed, it is clear that Mr. Ye is teasing him.

Mr. Ye waves his hand to Cheng Xiaocheng, "Big Bro, bring the lunch upstairs, we'll eat here."

Later, the three of them sit around a small square table, begin to enjoy their lunch. Yu almost buries his head under the table, as he wishes that he can shrink down himself as much as possible.

Mr. Ye and Cheng talks to each other harmoniously, which makes Yu feels superfluous. From their conversation, Yu knows that Cheng Xiaocheng is doing his internship at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs this year, and is preparing to apply for its civil servant position. Sounds like Mr. Ye help him set up the connections, and pave the roads already.

Who the hell is he? Yu thinks to himself. Looking so young but has that kind of networks, is that possible? He's not bluffing, is he?

"How old are you, Yu?"

Yu Yue's silent judgment is interrupted by Mr. Ye's question, he hurriedly replys: "Ah? I'm 17."

"17…really a child." Ye smiles again.

"Almost 18." Yu Yue is not convinced.

"18 is still a child." Ye looks at him carefully with interests, "I'm 10 years older than you."

10 years older only. Yu feels dispirited. He would be 27 if he got his PHD degree successfully. At the same age, Mr. Ye already owns the houses, cars, and the elevated status.

"I'll get some tea." Cheng stands up suddenly, goes out with his cup, and closes the door conveniently.

Yu wonders why he did that—it's not a small room, but still a little bit suffocated with door closed. In fact, Yu is very uncomfortable to stay with a stranger in the enclosed space.

Yu Yue raises his face and just meets Ye's eyes. Abruptly, a chill comes out of his heart—he doesn't know why but Ye's eyes are fierce as a beast saw his prey.

He lowers his head quickly, wondering if he is paranoid.

"Yu Yue," Mr. Ye still smiles, "Do you know why I ask you to come here today?"

"Ah?" Yu is astonished. The person who asked him to come was Mr. Ye, not Cheng?

"It's me. I asked Cheng to bring you here." Ye repeats, "do you know why?"

"…"Yu feels more and more confused. That man's smile is so intricate that makes him restless. Instinctively, his scalp starts tingling.

All of a sudden, Ye moves to the seat next to Yu Yue, leaning over to him and saying word by word, "I-want-you."

Yu Yue jumps up in a cold sweat, although he doesn't fully understand what Ye was saying. "Ye… Mr. Ye, I…I gotta go." Yu becomes stammering, he walks backwards towards the door.

Ye doesn't move, just stands up, looks at him and keeps a smiling face.

Yu Yue pulls the door—it is locked!

His mind burst, the sudden panic makes him dizzy and faint. What's going on there? What the hell is going on!

Yu turned his back to the door. Mr. Ye has came up to him and put out the hand to touch his chin.

"Holly Crap!" Yu slaps off his hand like something scalding hot, and runs away.

"What are you hiding from?" Mr. Ye smiles and grabs his arm easily.

Yu makes a strenuous effort, struggles to free himself, but it's no use at all. He's pushed against the wall, and Ye, half a head taller than him, stares down at him.

"Ye…Mr. Ye, do you misunderstand? I'm not, not…gay…" Yu's heart is almost beating out, he never think about this in normal days.

"So what?" Ye asks calmly, "I just want to fuck you. Your sexual orientation has nothing to do with me."

Holly shit! Yu Yue feels creepy, but he has no chance to be insulting—Mr. Ye is trying to kiss him.

In a completely instinctive reaction, Yu Yue hits Ye's face by his head, pushes him away desperately and runs behind the desk. Then he takes out his phone with trembling hand, and tries to calm himself down. "Don't be closer, or I'll call the police!"

There is no change in Ye's face, "Call them, I'll wait for you."

His equanimity makes Yu Yue even more worried, but there's no other way, he can only press the number 110.

"Hello? I…I want to report a gangster…" immediately upon saying this, Yu feels very uncomfortable.

"what's your location?"

Yu is stunned, he only knows it is probably not far from the Fragrant Hills, but no idea for the exact location, "well…I think it's near Fragrant Hills…turn left at the intersection behind the botanical garden…and then…"

While Yu Yue is trying to clarify his location, Mr. Ye is also calling someone: "Hello? Chief Liu? It's me…do me a favor, your call center just received a call from Fragrant Hills, last 4 number 5796…Yes, the man who reported a gangster…he's a friend of mine, it's just a joke, things are all right, you can hang up…ok, sorry for the trouble, thank you."

Yu Yue is frozen there, the busy tone coming out from his line before Mr. Ye hanging up the phone.

Yu Yue is too shocked to think about how this man can intervene the police's work. He realizes, in despair, he's finished.

Quivering with fear, Yu dials Cheng Xiaocheng's number.

Unexpectedly, Ye strides over, grabs his phone and throws it to the floor: "don't call him, my silly child."

Seeing the man comes closer and closer, Yu Yue decide to fight with him to death—anyhow, he's almost a young adult more than 1.7 meters, current situation doesn't mean he's going to lose.

He punches Ye with a fist but misses the target. Meanwhile, Ye holds on his arm and pulls him fall forward.

Yu Yue's hands is locks up in the back by Mr. Ye and he's body is pinned on the ground. Ye's voice comes from above, "how dare you are? Do you believe that I can break your arms right now?"

"Shit! Let me go! You freak! Bastard! Son of bitch!" Abusing without any hesitation, Yu Yue only feels that his arms are about to be broken. He can not move at all.

"Tut." Ye outstretched a hand to Yu Yue's underbelly, unbuckles his belt, and then uses it to bind Yu's hands.

"What are you doing! Are you crazy?!" Yu Yue screams and struggles like a worm under one's hoof, wriggling in vain.

Ye doesn't take pity on him, contrarily, he doffs Yu's underwear and pants together.

Yu Yue is going mad, he howls in a wailing voice: "What are you doing…Let me go…Let me go…"

Yu is pulled up and forced to get down on his knees on a chair lying across the ground. The two cuboid wooden chair legs poke at his belly and chest, make him painful.

Suddenly, a hot thing deeps into Yu's body from behind. For a moment, Yu feels he's torn in two. He cries out sadly, "Ah...! Ahhh—Ahhhh!"

Yu Yue's face is soaked with tears, he sounds bitterly: "Let me go…Ah! It hurts! It really hurts! Let me go!"

"Relax, it's okay." Says softly, Ye seems to be comforting him. But his lower body is pushing forward fiercely.

"Ah—!" Yu Yue's screaming is heart-wrenching, he can not stop sobbing, "Stop…I beg you…It's so pain…Please…Please…"

"It's all right my dear." Ye still sounds soft, while the movements of his body turns into the opposite direction.

That feeling almost kills Yu Yue. He can scream at beginning but later, there's only moan and whimper.

The man behind goes back and forth inside him, ejects warm liquid into him.

The torture seems to be endless. Gradually, Yu feels his limbs are almost numb and his eyes are blurred.

With strong smell of blood in his mouth, he begins to feel dizzy and lose his sight.

Ye stops moving, bends over Yu's face, "can't believe you faint now."