Chapter 22: Gigolo

Translator: Larbre Studio

Editor: Larbre Studio

When the An Xiaoyan was sent to Gu Jun’s room, An Xiaoyan’s face turned white and his mouth was bleeding. There was only a pair of underwear on his body to hide his privates. His hands were tied behind him.

Gu Jun walked to An Xiaoyan, took a bottle of red wine and poured it all over An Xiaoyan’s head slowly. In an instant, his body was filled with red liquid from head to toe, emitting a fragrance of wine.

“Do you know how attractive you are now?”

The emptiness in An Xiaoyan’s eyes changed to panic. He was afraid that Gu Jun would invade him again. The pain was akin to his heart and lungs being torn apart, he could not help but feel afraid.

Gu Jun seemed to understand the expression in An Xiaoyan’s eyes and scorned, “Do you think I really like you? I simply want you to be tortured the way that you should be tortured.”　　

“Mr. Gu, if I have done something wrong, you can remind me and I will change. Don’t do this to me. Don’t…”

“Then if I say, what you did wrong was your inadvertent mistake. Will you change it, can you change it?”

An Xiaoyan knew that he could not change that.

“People like you, who want to earn money, you can either sell your body or beg. Now that you have a money making opportunity to repay your debt, I think it’s quite suitable for you.”

An Xiaoyan simply forced himself to do the deed.

“In this clubhouse, there are countless senior executives who come here for entertainment every day. A delicate and thin man like you will make a likeable gigolo if you work here. If you’re lucky to be kept by a rich man, you may even be able to make good money and achieve great success. ”

As soon as An Xiaoyan heard the word “gigolo”, he shook his head vigorously like a rattle drum. But Gu Jun carried on speaking, “Don’t reject. Do you know there are many people who want to come in and be a gigolo? Now you have a rare opportunity in front of you.”

An Xiaoyan did not wait for Gu Jun to finish his sentence and then returned to the kneeling position. His hands were behind him, but he kept kowtowing. His forehead hit the wooden flooring continuously and the banging sound echoed in the empty room.

Gu Jun did not stop An Xiaoyan, sitting askew on the sofa and watching An Xiaoyan bend up and down like a spring.

When red streaks of blood started to surface on An Xiaoyan’s forehead, Gu Jun pulled him up and stepped on both his hands. Gu Jun’s feet were twisting and stepping as he spoke, “You know, if there’s a wound on your face, the price you fetch will be greatly discounted.”

Again, the pain ran through An Xiaoyan’s body. An Xiaoyan gritted his teeth tightly and refused to let himself make a sound. When Gu Jun’s feet were released, he asked, “Mr. Gu, can I die?”

Gu Jun was shocked when he heard this sentence. This was the second time that An Xiaoyan said the word “die” to him.

“Do you really wish to die?!”

Despite the angry tone, An Xiaoyan lay motionless and said, “Mr. Gu, if I die, I will be relieved and will not feel pain anymore.”

“Are you sure you are willing to die? Didn’t you promise to go home to see your parents on National Day? You don’t want them to see your ashes, right?”

An Xiaoyan suddenly remembered his promise. Yes, his parents were still at home waiting for him to go back. He could not die just like that. He could not…

Inhaling a deep breath, An Xiaoyan said, “Okay, I agree to your suggestion. But… Can I only accompany them to drink but not sell my body?”

One who accompanies people to drink could only be regarded as a junior gigolo. Unlike a senior gigolo who could be taken out of the clubhouse, a junior gigolo would usually be only touched or kissed. Unless the junior gigolo is willing, he can sleep with the rich bosses.

“Are you qualified to talk terms with me?”

“I can promise you one thing.”

Gu Jun thought for a moment and had an idea, “This transaction sounds good. Why don’t you live here and move out of your house.”

Though the suggestion of living in the clubhouse seemed like a trivial matter, in actual fact, it was an insult to An Xiaoyan’s identity. Gu Jun wanted to let everyone around An Xiaoyan to know that he was a gigolo and made a living with wine and laughter.

“Now that the conditions have been settled, hurry up and pack up. Come to work tomorrow, Gigolo Yan. I’m looking forward to your arrival. By the way, I have a dinner appointment here tomorrow evening. I’ll order for you personally. You’ll have to do your job well and wait on us.”

Gu Jun gently brushed the hair on An Xiaoyan’s forehead. He was looking forward to the day when An Xiaoyan was worn down.

An Xiaoyan walked out of the clubhouse in a blur. It was almost dawn. His suit was crumpled and his body smelled of alcohol. On the road, only the cleaners who woke up early to clean the streets could be seen.

The distant stars faded away, a ray of dawn appeared on the horizon, and dawn came.　　

Back at the rented house, An Xiaoyan took off his suit which was stained with a mixture of unknown liquids. He felt bad in his heart as he failed Ye Qing’s good intentions. And he would have to move out the next day. Gu Jun’s intention was to embarrass him. Now that Gu Jun had achieved that, he felt so humiliated.

After taking a shower, An Xiaoyan wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, like a silkworm pupa. The coolness of the quilt penetrated deep into his body, but he could not resist the coldness in his heart.

When An Xiaoyan woke up, it was already dark. He stood up and looked at the time. It was 6.37 p.m., less than fifteen hours away before his move to the clubhouse.　　

The landlord was frying vegetables downstairs. When he saw An Xiaoyan coming out, he greeted him warmly. An Xiaoyan nodded his head to indicate that he was busy.

“What? You are moving out?”

“Ok…”

The rental contract would expire in less than a month. The landlord thought that An Xiaoyan would continue to rent the house. After all, An Xiaoyan’s two-month stay was pleasant. Thus, the landlord was planning to leave the house for him to stay.

“Do you want to think about it? I feel that you are quite satisfied with my house,” the landlord continued.

“Well, the house is very good, but I can’t stay any longer. Thank you for taking care of me during this period. You don’t need to refund me the remaining rent. I’ll move out tomorrow morning.”

The landlord sighed, “Son, take care of yourself. I can see that you are a mature man. In the future, if you have no place to stay, come back here. I’ll rent you a house as long as it’s vacant.”

Though An Xiaoyan promised the landlord, he knew in his heart that he had no chance to come back again.

After packing his few belongings, he folded his clothes and a piece of paper dropped on the ground.

An Xiaoyan bent down and picked it up. When he saw the contents of the paper, he felt a tug in his heartstrings.

He forgot when this photograph was placed in his clothes. Maybe it was inadvertently put in when he was studying in the university. Seeing it again brought back some fond memories of the good old days.

An Xiaoyan put the photograph back into the pocket and placed the folded clothes into his bag.