The domineering CEO romance novel.

Cen Wu pretended to dawdle for a few more minutes so as not to seem too eager, then, taking advantage of Xie Shangjing going to play snooker with someone, quickly greeted and pulled the male lead away.

The Xie family’s black Bentley was parked at the clubhouse entrance, its body washed by the rain and illuminated by the streetlights piercing the rainy night.

“Second Young Master! Wait for me!” The heavy rain hadn't stopped; Red Hair chased after him, bowing and scraping, “Second Young Master, let me hold the umbrella for you. Walk this way—it’s closer to the car.”

Red Hair was Chu Zijian; his uncle was a minor manager at one of the Xie family’s shipping companies. Though originally unqualified to approach these privileged heirs, he knew how to stir trouble for Xie Guilan.

Using this to curry favor with the original owner, he became the latter’s top lackey.

Xie Shangjing was possessive—he sent a car for him and surely was watching from somewhere even now. Cen Wu did not refuse Red Hair’s offer to hold the umbrella.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the male lead.

Xie Guilan’s wounds were bleeding; his lips pale, his schoolbag stained with dirty footprints, the umbrella likewise sullied. Only after reaching the steps and opening it did they see several ribs of the umbrella had been broken by being stepped on.

Xie Guilan lowered his eyes; his long eyelashes, though straight, made his gaze appear even colder.

Cen Wu turned his head to see Xie Guilan fold the dirty umbrella and walk directly into the rain curtain, instantly soaked through.

His eyelid twitched.

It was as if his hatred meter was rising sharply.

“Get lost,” Cen Wu put on a cold expression, snatched the umbrella from Red Hair’s hand, mimicking the original owner’s tone, “Who told you to follow me?”

Then, domineeringly, he lifted his chin toward Xie Guilan, “You… come over here and hold the umbrella for me.”

The tone was originally very harsh, but Cen Wu stammered slightly, instantly losing half his momentum.

Xie Guilan did not resist. He walked over, holding up the black umbrella, tilting it so the canopy leaned toward Cen Wu. The heavy rain still soaked most of his shoulder and back, but it was somewhat better than before.

In the downpour, Xie Guilan’s posture was very low, like a tamed house dog, his face cold. Under the rain and the black umbrella’s shadow, his brow and eyes were filled with gloom.

Cen Wu stood close; under the cold white streetlight, the muscles on Xie Guilan’s arm were tense, veins bulging.

He was slim yet strong—somewhere between youth and adulthood.

One punch could kill three of him.

Cen Wu: “…”

There’s no hope left.

“Second Young Master, please.” Seeing Cen Wu approach, the driver respectfully opened the car door, but upon seeing Xie Guilan’s dirty, dripping school uniform, his face twisted with disgust and disdain.

Damn, the male lead held the lowest status in the entire Xie family.

Cen Wu suddenly faced so many people; his hands grew icy cold and stiff. His skin was pale, the rims of his eyes slightly reddened, and his thick long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

But he couldn’t show weakness. Xie Guilan was still just a high school student, utterly powerless against the Xie family.

If Cen Wu also showed fear, not only would Xie Guilan be bullied, but according to the original plot, he was surely doomed.

“You,” Cen Wu bent to get into the car, then called Xie Guilan, ordering, “Come sit with me in the back.”

“...Second Young Master,” the driver hesitated, trying to dissuade him, “This is against protocol, and he’s so dirty…”

Before he could finish, Cen Wu interrupted, his fingers cold and pale as he rested them on the edge of the car door, his tone cold and annoyed, “Since when did you get to tell me what to do?”

The driver instantly fell silent, no longer daring to argue.

“...” Xie Guilan pressed his pale, thin lips together, lowered his head, and followed Cen Wu into the car.

Chu Zijian, still with his red hair, stood there stunned. Only after the car drove away did he react.

Damn!

What’s going on? He always thought Cen Wu was acting strange tonight—frankly, it seemed like he was protecting Xie Guilan.

What kind of thing was Xie Guilan to deserve his boss holding an umbrella for him? Could it be that he wanted to replace him?!

“Don’t let me catch you!” Chu Zijian shouted out helplessly in fury, then turned back into the private room, sulking.

Cen Wu had originally intended to take Xie Guilan to the hospital, but since the driver was also from the Xie family, he would definitely report back to Xie Shangjing. So he pulled out the original owner’s phone and sent a message to the Cen family’s butler.

He asked him to bring the family doctor over.

Just after sending the message, the phone died and shut off. Cen Wu was at a loss, setting it down. His hands were cold as he clenched and rubbed his sleeves, then turned to look out the car window at the heavy rain.

“...”

So awkward.

The Xie family’s business car was a stretched Bentley; there was a partition between the driver and the back seat. Even if they sat close, the driver wouldn’t dare speak, only obediently drove on.

The atmosphere inside the car was silent and oppressive.

Halfway through the journey, seeing that Xie Guilan kept his eyes closed as if asleep, Cen Wu finally relaxed his sweaty grip.

He knew Xie Guilan must hate him deeply but wasn’t sure how much—there was no progress bar floating above his head.

At the very least, couldn’t he have a system?

Cen Wu dared not move, afraid of waking Xie Guilan. He placed his hands on his knees, nervously waiting. After three minutes, his system hadn’t come.

“...”

Cen Wu completely gave up. Fine, if there was no system, then no system.

If he had a system constantly in his head, just thinking about it would trigger his social anxiety.

After all, he had already memorized the entire original text—over three million words—and could recite every character’s lines by heart.

Xie Guilan was not actually asleep. When his hands and feet, frozen stiff in the rain, thawed, he opened his eyes to see Cen Wu like a dim little light bulb melting away, eyelashes drooping.

The Bentley’s back seat was spacious, yet Cen Wu hugged his schoolbag, squeezed next to the door, his pale, slender fingers fiddling with the seatbelt. At least three seats separated them.

His knees were neatly together; he lowered his head, resting his chin on his schoolbag, his cheeks pressed out a small patch of pale skin.

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Who was bullying whom, he really didn’t know.

Xie Guilan sneered inwardly. He couldn’t understand what this fool was pretending to be; hadn’t he been so arrogant at the clubhouse just now?

But he didn’t care.

He stared at his unusually pale hands in the rainy night, backs covered with whip marks and scabs. After a few seconds, his long, cool eyelashes lowered, hiding the fierce anger in his eyes.

—

The Cen family’s manor villa was not far from the racetrack. The car’s headlights shone brightly, piercing the midnight rain as they soon stopped outside the villa.

Cen Wu stepped out and saw a dark, blurry figure running toward the villa entrance from afar. Startled, he almost turned and darted back to the car like a rabbit.

Calming down, he realized it was the old butler.

“Young Master!” The septuagenarian, dressed in a black tailcoat, ran frantically through the downpour, “Young Master!”

Cen Wu: “...”

He said for sure he must have eaten some weird mushrooms!

But before Cen Wu could ponder what he’d eaten last night, the butler had already held an umbrella over him.

“Young Master, why come back so late?” The butler looked anxious, scanning Cen Wu, “Such heavy rain outside, and you didn’t answer your phone. How did you get hurt?”

“The doctor Lu will be here soon. Let’s go home first.”

When Cen Wu sent the message, he instructed the butler to tell the doctor to bring extra gauze, topical and anti-inflammatory medicine, assuming he was the one injured.

“I... I’m fine.” Cen Wu stammered, it was awkward to admit he had been out fighting.

He could only turn to look at Xie Guilan.

Xie Guilan also got out of the car. The boy’s complexion was even paler than at the racetrack; the blood on his wounds had congealed. His hands were a shocking deep red; his neck bore a purple bruise.

He had been whipped hard and trampled on by Cen Wu several times; his Adam’s apple was swollen and painful, making swallowing difficult.

Seeing it wasn’t Cen Wu who was hurt, the butler relaxed. His graying hair was meticulously combed; he bowed slightly and led Cen Wu and Xie Guilan inside.

It was past one in the morning, but the servants hadn’t slept. With nothing to do at night, most gathered in the main hall. The sound of the door opening synchronized their gazes.

“...”

Cen Wu took a breath and stepped back, nearly bumping into Xie Guilan, then forced himself forward.

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