IG: Chapter 1 - Falling into a Trap
Yang Guangsheng’s previous assistant had been quite good. Young, pleasant-looking, quick-witted, adept at handling affairs and having fun, he got along exceptionally well with Yang Guangsheng. Their relationship was less like that of a boss and an assistant and more like drinking buddies, a big brother and his sidekick. However, at the beginning of the year, someone with a big mouth and loose lips told Yang Guangsheng’s father about his entanglement with an already-engaged third-generation starlet.
Old Yang was furious. Not only did he drag Yang Guangsheng back to Haicheng and confine him to reflect on his mistakes, but this assistant sidekick was also implicated, accused of failing to advise properly, and exiled to a branch company as a low-level clerk.
Later, Old Yang personally assigned a new assistant to Yang Guangsheng. This rising star’s career path was the exact opposite of his poor predecessor’s – originally a small clerk in some unknown branch company, he rocketed straight to becoming the assistant to the crown prince of Sheng Sheng Group. The problem was, this guy had never even worked as an assistant before.
Yang Guangsheng was drinking with friends in the VIP booth, the atmosphere rowdy and chaotic. That bore sat alone at a small table in the corner, occasionally glancing over, then taking a sip of his orange juice.
“Why doesn’t your assistant come over to join the fun, Guang Sheng?” asked the pretty girl leaning against him.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” Yang Guangsheng pulled a custom-made pen from his suit pocket and slipped it into the girl’s low-cut, tight-fitting top. “If you can get Assistant Brother over here, this is yours.”
The sparkling diamond on the pen cap peeked out from the girl’s fair, delicate chest, complementing it perfectly.
“Really?” The girl tidied herself up and set off.
Then he watched as the girl swayed her full hips toward the corner. She lingered there for a long time, trying every trick in the book, before returning alone with a sour expression.
“Brother, your assistant is as dull as his black-framed glasses,” she pouted. “Talking to him is like he doesn’t understand a word.”
Reluctantly, she took out the diamond pen and handed it back to Yang Guangsheng.
“Keep it,” Yang Guangsheng said with a smile, gently pinching her cheek. “After being in such a nice place, it probably doesn’t want to go back into my pocket.”
“Oh…” The girl giggled, a bit shy, and tucked the pen away anyway. “Thanks, Brother. I’ll return the favor someday.”
“What a drag. Sitting there like that, he might as well go home and sleep,” one of the guys remarked. “What’s the point?”
“Why does your assistant wear such boring glasses? Can’t you tell him to switch to contacts? Look at you, then look at him – doesn’t this assistant ruin your image, Brother?” a trendy young man chimed in.
“It’s got character,” Yang Guangsheng replied.
Another friend called out, “Come over here! Stop chatting over there by yourselves and come drink! Look, you’re not even touching your drinks…”
Everyone stopped paying attention to the assistant and went back to drinking and having fun.
Occasionally, Yang Guangsheng looked up and saw Jiang Xinbai still sitting in the shadows, peering at him through his thick black-framed glasses before lowering his head to sip his orange juice. He didn’t even look at his phone.
Yang Guangsheng sent a message.
💬: ⦍You can clock out and go home.⦎
Only then did the man put down his orange juice and pull out his phone. He glanced at it and typed. A reply came through.
💬Jiang Xinbai: ⦍I’m in no hurry.⦎
"Think you're something special just because you're surnamed Yang, Guangsheng? "
💬: ⦍Wouldn't it be better to go home and watch some TV in bed? What are you doing here?⦎
💬: Jiang Xinbai: ⦍Old Yang insisted I make sure you go home at night.⦎
💬: Jiang Xinbai: ⦍And make sure you call a designated driver.⦎
💬: ⦍I could just tell you when I'm leaving.⦎
💬: Jiang Xinbai: ⦍I'd rather keep an eye on things myself. Don't worry about me. I'm fine drinking orange juice.⦎
💬: ⦍Fine. Alright. Then keep drinking your orange juice. Want some fries? I'm worried about your stomach acid. My treat.⦎
💬: Jiang Xinbai: ⦍Thank you, Xiao Yang.⦎
After a while, he saw a plate of fries being placed on Jiang Xinbai's small table.
Yang Guangsheng: "...Damn," he muttered softly.
It was essentially surveillance to prevent him from getting too close to certain people. After that incident last time, Old Yang had someone thoroughly investigate his social connections and personally drew up a list of people to cut ties with. He was directly put under his father's control to the point of enforced abstinence – even hookups had to be done secretly, spaced out regularly and kept low-key. He wasn't even allowed to return to Jiangcheng. It had been a long time since he'd connected with his little boyfriends or girlfriends.
He stopped looking over there. Might as well enjoy himself.
After a while, Yang Guangsheng couldn't help but glance over again and noticed something unusual. A woman dressed to the nines had sat down next to Jiang Xinbai, propping her face up coquettishly as she spoke to him.
Jiang turned and said a few words to the woman, then looked over toward Yang Guangsheng. Yang Guangsheng quickly lowered his head, pretending to drink.
A moment later, he secretly lifted his eyes again and saw the woman leaning closer and closer to Jiang Xinbai. Jiang was already struggling to fend her off, frequently casting glances toward Yang, as if asking for help. Yang Guangsheng chuckled inwardly, deliberately swirling his glass, turning to chat loudly with the friend beside him, pretending not to see anything.
When he glanced over again out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jiang Xinbai had just taken a sip of orange juice when the woman touched his hand. Jiang Xinbai immediately spat out the orange juice in shock.
Then, he saw Jiang Xinbai, his face flushed red, holding orange juice in one hand and the basket of fries in the other, hurriedly walking toward him in a fluster. Jiang hesitated for a moment at the booth table, pursed his lips as if aggrieved, then cautiously sat on the very edge, turning his back to everyone as if that would make him invisible.
But the sarcastic remarks could still be heard.
One friend teased him about his awkward state: "Hey, your assistant finally couldn't stand the loneliness anymore."
A trendy young man: "What's he doing, acting like a ghost haunting you from behind? Bro, can't you make him act normal? Don't you think this totally ruins the mood?"
A pretty girl said to Yang Guangsheng: "Bro, ignore him. Help me out – look, they're all ganging up on me..."
"My wife here is urging me to go home," Yang Guangsheng said deliberately for Jiang Xinbai to hear. The figure with its back turned to them, feeding fries into its mouth, indeed stiffened. He stood up and patted Jiang Xinbai on the back of the head. Jiang Xinbai looked up at him. "Let's go, wifey."
Jiang Xinbai wore an expression of suppressed anger, not daring to speak out. He stood up and followed him.
Assistant Jiang was very tall, but there seemed to be something wrong with his leg. If you watched him walk carefully, he limped slightly, dragging his left foot a bit, but he would try hard to lift that leg when walking, doing his best to conceal it.
Yang Guangsheng had noticed this a long time ago but had no interest in learning more. Yang Guangsheng called a designated driver, and the two of them stood side by side waiting at the entrance.
After a while, Yang Guangsheng asked, "How long are you going to be my assistant? Until the house arrest ends? Or forever?"
Jiang Xinbai turned to look at him. "Does Young Master Yang dislike me?"
Silence resumed. Jiang Xinbai drove Yang Guangsheng home but didn't go inside. "Then I'll head home, Young Master Yang."
Yang Guangsheng replied, "Mm. See you tomorrow, wifey."
He closed the door. Jiang Xinbai turned and left.
Apart from attending board meetings when absolutely necessary to see his father, Yang Guangsheng didn’t actively involve himself in company affairs. He had started his own game company in Jiangcheng, but now that he was under house arrest in Haicheng, there wasn’t much work he could do. As a result, he had a lot of free time, and so did Jiang Xinbai. His current job was simply to follow his boss around, ensuring he returned home safely after his nightly escapades and avoiding contact with anyone on the prohibited list.
Sitting alone at a bar was an easy way to get hit on – it almost sent a signal. After tagging along a few times, Jiang Xinbai had gained some experience. Whenever someone approached, he would naturally say, "I'm waiting for someone," and hadn’t experienced anything as embarrassing as last time in a while.
Today, when Yang Guangsheng came to this bar called Rainbow Tree, something felt off. The music was a bit too loud, the lighting was dim, and many pairs of men were pressed close together, their behavior so bold it was almost blush-inducing.
Still, there were plenty of women too – drinking, chatting, and after enough drinks, getting just as cozy. So, as usual, while Yang Guangsheng was getting intimate with a pretty, fair-skinned young man on the sofa, Jiang Xinbai sat alone at the bar, sipping a glass of juice and watching.
Yang Guangsheng occasionally glanced up at him. Assistant Jiang was drinking apple juice today. Before long, the bartender slid him a pale blue cocktail and pointed toward a man across the bar wearing a tight shirt that exposed a broad, muscular chest. Jiang Xinbai followed the gesture with his eyes, and the man raised a hand in greeting.
Yang Guangsheng saw Assistant Jiang freeze. This time, he didn’t spit out his juice, but his lips tightened as he forced himself to swallow hard. He nearly choked on his laughter.
Jiang Xinbai immediately left the bar and found a small booth in the corner. A waiter approached with a drink menu, and Jiang Xinbai’s expression turned troubled, as if he’d just realized the booths had a minimum spending requirement. So Yang Guangsheng picked up his phone and sent him a message.
💬 Yang the Great Guang Sheng: ⦍Order. I’ll cover it.⦎
Jiang Xinbai picked up his phone and quickly replied.⦎
💬: ⦍Thank you, Young Master Yang.⦎
Jiang Xinbai then scanned the menu, pointing at various items – it seemed he’d ordered quite a variety. Yang Guangsheng thought he was quite good at taking advantage, wondering what expensive drinks he’d try. But when the waiter brought over the order, it was a large fruit platter, a plate of fries, some chicken nuggets, duck intestines, two sandwiches, and a fresh glass of juice.
He was here for dinner. Jiang Xinbai began eating heartily, and the muscular man actually walked over again, sitting down beside him and striking up a conversation.
From a distance, Yang Guangsheng held his pretty companion and watched Jiang Xinbai with amusement, as if watching a movie. But he noticed that Jiang Xinbai had already mastered the art of brushing people off, and the muscular gay man soon got up and left.
After eating for a while, Jiang Xinbai also stood up, wiped his mouth, and headed toward the restroom.
Two or three minutes later, Yang Guangsheng set down his wine glass and glanced over there again. He noticed Jiang Xinbai was gone, but the muscular gay man had returned, sitting alone next to Jiang Xinbai's seat.
...? He paid close attention and soon saw the man reach out and wave his hand over the juice – swift as lightning, so fast that if one wasn't careful, it would look like he was just swatting away a fly.
Yang Guangsheng narrowed his eyes. But he didn't move. Just then, Jiang Xinbai returned. Seeing the big-chested man, he froze for a moment but still sat back down on the sofa. Then, with an unpleasant expression, he picked up his juice.
Yang Guangsheng raised his wine glass, watching Jiang Xinbai from above the rim as he began to drink his juice. The man watched him drink. Jiang turned to the other side to continue drinking.
After a while, the man touched Jiang Xinbai's thigh and slid his hand upward. Jiang Xinbai spat out his juice, then grabbed the man's hand. The two began to argue. But the surrounding noise was chaotic, and the corner didn't attract much attention.
The young man beside Yang Guangsheng said, "Bro, it's getting late. Should we go?"
Yang Guangsheng curled his lips into a smile. "Wait."
The big-chested man's large hand covered Jiang Xinbai's thigh and slid upward, suddenly grasping Jiang Xinbai's crotch. Jiang Xinbai shuddered, nearly dropping his juice. The big-chested man was also taken aback and said in a rough voice, "Holy shit. That's huge."
Big-chested man: "Are you a top or a bottom?"
Jiang Xinbai set down his juice and grabbed the man's wrist, causing him to cry out in unexpected pain. "Ouch, that hurts! You're so rough, little brother."
Jiang Xinbai glanced around. "Are you fucking tired of living or something?"
"Didn't it feel good when I touched you?" The big-chested man grinned at him, his words carrying a suggestive tone.
Jiang Xinbai stared at his large, stubbled face, wanting to slam his head against the table and break his nose. But the man used his other hand to rub Jiang Xinbai's inner thigh, and suddenly, strangely, a tingling sensation rose from the small of his back, and his mind grew hazy.
"Everyone comes here to have fun. Don't get so worked up. You have such a handsome face and such a sturdy body – I really like you. I've been watching you for a while now." The man raised his hand to stroke Jiang Xinbai's Adam's apple, loosening his neatly tied tie a bit, then took hold of it and pulled him.
"Come with me to the restroom," the man said.
Jiang Xinbai's Adam's apple tingled intensely from the touch, and he finally realized something was wrong.
"Did you tamper with my drink?"
The big-chested man chuckled. "Don't say it like that. It's just a little something to liven things up. Don't worry, I'm not trying to hurt you. I just want to have some fun with you."
Jiang's throat felt dry, and he swallowed hard. "Fuck you..."
"Now, now, little brother," the big-chested man interrupted him.
"I may not be as big as you, but I'm skilled. How about I fuck you instead? You're still a virgin, aren't you? Relax and come with me. You'll like it," the man whispered in his ear.
Jiang Xinbai gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on the man's wrist.
"I'd much rather beat the shit out of you, you stinking, ass-fucking faggot."
The man was taken aback but grew even more excited. Enduring the pain, he stroked Jiang's hand.
"Oh, so you're straight? That's even more fun. The back door to a new world is opening..."
Yang Guangsheng silently sat down beside Jiang Xinbai and pulled his hand out of the man's grasp.
"Darling, how could you hold hands with someone else behind my back?"
The burly man looked at Yang Guangsheng together with Jiang Xinbai. The man was quite surprised.
Then the man leaned back against the sofa, sizing up this guy who had suddenly barged in. He was dressed in exquisite, expensive clothes, exuding the self-satisfaction of a seasoned playboy, with an air of looking down on others – not like an ordinary person. But the prey had been captured by him first, and there was no reason to give it up. He said in a low voice, “Friend, you’d better not meddle in other people’s business.”
Yang Guangsheng: “It’s not meddling. I’m telling the truth. This is my person.”
The man scoffed: “Didn’t you already have someone with you? How come you’re still snatching others’?”
“Having someone doesn’t conflict with this. I’m popular with admirers. That one over there is the main one.” Yang Guangsheng glanced at Jiang Xinbai, “This one is the side piece.”
The man looked at Jiang Xinbai; it was obvious the drug had already taken effect. He leaned forward a bit urgently: “Hey, can you follow some rules when you’re out having fun?”
There was a hint of threat in his tone. Yang Guangsheng chuckled, ignoring him, and instead turned to Jiang Xinbai: “You say something too.”
“…Huh?” Jiang Xinbai looked at him.
The man: “Haha!” He sneered a few times, imitating Jiang Xinbai’s expression, looking blankly at Yang Guangsheng: “Huh?”
Yang Guangsheng just wanted to find an opportunity to mess with this clueless little fool. So he whispered seriously to Jiang Xinbai in private: “Tell him yourself, ‘I’m this older brother’s little lover.’ That guy will get bored and leave.”
Jiang Xinbai stared at Yang Guangsheng. Then he said: “But I want to hit him.”
“Oh my. Who do you want to hit? In your current state, your dick is so hard it could poke through your pants. That uncle could just touch you a couple of times and you’d obediently let him fuck you until tomorrow morning.” Yang Guangsheng mocked.
He said that, but he was feeling increasingly dizzy, feverish, and sexually aroused.
Yang Guangsheng: “Heh, since you’re so confident, then I won’t interfere. Just don’t cry when you wake up tomorrow morning.”
“Hey!” Jiang Xinbai grabbed his arm with both hands, held back for a moment, and said: “Boss Xiao Yang. I’m yours.”
Yang Guangsheng burst out laughing: “…No, I told you to say it to him. Why are you telling me?”
The two of them whispered to each other while the man beside them watched. The person he had managed to get his hands on was now being pulled and tugged by someone else. He crossed his arms: “Hmph. So this friend insists on snatching the win, huh?”
Yang Guangsheng turned to him, still smiling: “Yeah. That’s right. Want to call the police?”
Those two words seemed to hit a nerve. The man’s expression changed.
After hesitating for a while longer, he seemed somewhat unwilling. But in the end, he got up and left. After walking a few steps, he glanced back at Yang Guangsheng and muttered something softly, probably something useless like “we’ll see.”
Jiang Xinbai watched him leave, then looked at Yang Guangsheng. His expression seemed complicated, but after adjusting for a moment, he calmed down. Then he said: “Thank you, Boss Xiao Yang.”
Yang Guangsheng instructed him with a sincere expression: “The stuff those people play with nowadays is mixed with all sorts of things. You never know what’s in it; some aren’t even on the banned substances list. It’s very dangerous. Don’t drink any beverage that’s left your sight. Order another one.”
“…Yeah. I understand.” Jiang Xinbai said.
He slumped and shrank his body, squirming uncomfortably. Yang Guangsheng looked down at Jiang Xinbai’s already aroused crotch, somewhat surprised.
All along, he had firmly believed that Jiang Xinbai was definitely the type with a big build but a small dick. He had misjudged.
Looking at that thing that seemed almost too much for his pants to contain, as if he had secretly hidden a white radish inside. He placed his hand over his lips, touched them lightly, and chuckled softly, “You can’t handle this yourself.”
Jiang Xinbai: “Then what should I do?”
“First, drink more water to dilute the effects of the drug, or you might not be able to calm down all night. Then go to the bathroom and take care of it yourself. Once you’ve relieved it, come out, and we’ll head home first.” Yang Guangsheng said.
Jiang Xinbai said, “Thank you for helping me, Xiao Yang.”
Yang Guangsheng was taken aback by these words and couldn’t help but laugh: “Actually, no, it’s mainly because you were sent by my dad. If something happened to you here, wouldn’t it be on me?”
“…Actually.” Yang Guangsheng leaned closer to Jiang Xinbai’s body, lightly scratching his chin with his fingertips, causing Jiang’s breathing to falter. “Actually, I really want to see a good kid like you being pressed down and ravaged by someone else, crying and moaning in agony and ecstasy.”
Jiang Xinbai held his breath, his eyes widening as he looked at Yang Guangsheng, as if frightened.
Yang sat up straight and laughed, “Just kidding. Why do you take everything so seriously?”
He ordered a bottle of mineral water, and Jiang Xinbai gulped it down in one go. After a moment to calm down, he took a deep breath and said, “Then I’ll go, Xiao Yang.”
“Hurry up. I’ll wait for you.”
Jiang Xinbai hunched over, aimed in the direction, and dashed toward the bathroom.