Difficult To Control

Xu Qi was jealous of Liao Jin Xue. He knew that the shoes on Liao Jin Xue’s feet would cost him three months’ salary on credit. The starry dial on his wristwatch had real diamonds inlaid in every twinkle. The faint scent of cedarwood on his body reeked of money. He was no longer the pitiful, bullied figure from ten years ago. Xu Qi hated Liao Jin Xue. He saw Liao Jin Xue wrap an arm around his wife’s waist, coaxing a rare, bashful smile from a woman who had never been generous with her affection. Her ring-bearing left hand gently caressed his chest in flirtation, eventually resting obediently against his shoulder. Thirty-year-old Xu Qi had an ordinary face, a meager-paying job, and a marriage on the verge of collapse. Even so, he blamed everything on that young man who seduced his wife—he spied on him, stalked him, cursed him to wake up hideously disfigured one day, to become inhuman for the rest of his life. But fate had other ideas—it played a cruel joke. When he woke from a hangover, he was greeted by blinding light… and the scent of cool cedar lingering beside him. The man lying next to him had sharp, handsome features that matched every single photo he’d secretly taken—like something out of a ridiculous dream. Panicked, he tried to flee, only to be pulled back by Liao Jin Xue, who pressed his lips to the back of his neck and bound him tightly in his arms, his breath cool and indifferent like unmelted snow. “Are you satisfied now?” — Xu Qi was jealous of Liao Jin Xue. He wished for that beautiful face to be ruined, for his charm to wither, for his spending power to vanish. He wanted Liao Jin Xue to become an ugly, repulsive man—one that no one could ever steal away from him. Refined s*umbag, emotionally detached gong x self-loathing and gloomy straight shou