The Big Shot in the Wheelchair 3

After drinking that glass of wine, Su Jinzhi immediately cursed himself.

The body No. 1 had gotten for him had a heart condition, and had always abstained from smoking and drinking, so it was safe to say he had absolutely no alcohol tolerance. Even though the red wine Qin Yezhou had him drink wasn't very strong, Su Jinzhi's nerves were instantly paralyzed by the alcohol. He felt as though fire had been mixed into his blood, burning up from the soles of his feet straight to his head. His heartbeat gradually accelerated, pounding against his ribs.

"Su... Su Jinzhi..." Listening to Qin Yezhou's question, Su Jinzhi tried hard to shake his head to barely articulate his words clearly. However, just after he finished answering the question, his hand hanging by his side was suddenly grasped.

Su Jinzhi instinctively tried to pull his hand back, only to find that he couldn't break free from the man's shackles at all—the back of his hand was being gently caressed by a thumb pad, which then shifted to his softer wrist. He heard the man ask him with a smile, "So tender, are you even eighteen?"

"I'm already twenty..." Su Jinzhi raised his eyes, crashing into a pair of dark gray eyes. He spaced out for a moment. The next second, his vision spun, and when the picture completely stopped moving, Su Jinzhi realized he was actually sitting on Qin Yezhou's lap, held tightly in his embrace.

Su Jinzhi tried to struggle, finding that the arms trapping him were solid and powerful. Because of the exerted force, bulging muscles were clearly visible, entirely contradicting this person's persona as a cripple confined to a wheelchair.

"Mr. Qin!" Su Jinzhi let out a fake gasp of surprise.

"Hmm?" The man responded to him with a low, nasal hum, but he didn't loosen the hands wrapping around his waist. He even used his high-bridged nose to gently nuzzle his neck, his lips softly kissing him on and off. The scorching hot breath tantalized Su Jinzhi so much that he nearly jumped off his lap.

Qin Yezhou sensed his tension, chuckled softly, and held him down. "The wheelchair is fine."

But Su Jinzhi actually didn't really want to ask Qin Yezhou about this.

What he wanted to ask was what exactly did that rock-hard thing pressing between his legs mean? Was he really so alluringly beautiful that Qin Yezhou got hard just from taking one look at him? But he had just been lying in the bathroom for over an hour...

However, at this time, Qin Yezhou had already kissed down to his collarbone. Noticing that the young man's body was still tense, he lifted his head and pinched Su Jinzhi's chin. Looking down at him from above, his narrow, round pupils were pitch-black like the night. His deep voice sounded like a bewitching siren of the sea, extremely seductive: "First time?"

Su Jinzhi tilted his head up and looked into his eyes, firmly captivated by the grayish-black mist surrounding his pupils. He felt utterly powerless to escape this abyss, only able to open his mouth and pant rapidly.

Qin Yezhou watched the young man's scarlet tongue lightly brushing against snow-white teeth as he spoke, even more heart-stirring than that expensive glass of red wine from just now.

"Yes... Mr. Qin, mmp—" Su Jinzhi had only managed to tremble out a few words before Qin Yezhou kissed him. The fiery lips pressed down, closely and densely lingering on his lips. The man was like an ascetic monk who had abstained for hundreds of years; once he broke his vows, he kissed him so fiercely, wishing he could swallow him whole, making Su Jinzhi unable to resist throwing himself into the flames of desire alongside him.

The moment the man's tongue touched his, lust poured down like a flood from open floodgates, instantly engulfing him completely and dragging him into a bottomless abyss. It left Su Jinzhi with absolutely no time to even remember to summon No. 1 to activate the Priceless Spring Night welfare.

The last fragmented images remaining in his mind were of himself, parched with thirst, tearing open Qin Yezhou's clothes and taking the initiative to ride on top of him, sinking into depravity.

Su Jinzhi woke up with a sore waist, an aching back, and cramping legs. To try such highly difficult positions on his first time, he simply couldn't believe that the thirst-driven person from last night was actually himself.

The headache brought on by the hangover was tormenting. Su Jinzhi massaged his temples and groaned. Only when the pain subsided slightly did he have the time to observe the room he was currently in.

He was sleeping in a semi-open luxury suite. The color tone of the entire room was bright and minimalist. The floor was covered with soft, dense carpets, spotless and extremely clean. Sunlight could easily pass through the transparent glass and sprinkle all over his body, draping him in a golden blanket of light.

But even so, Su Jinzhi couldn't feel the slightest bit of warmth or comfort from the sunlight covering him, let alone the faint, twisting pain coming from his heart and his uncontrollable, rapid panting.

Su Jinzhi hastily reached out to grab his ever-present heart medication bottle. However, upon touching himself, he realized that not only had his sleeping place changed, but even his original waiter's uniform had been replaced with an expensive silk nightgown. It clung coolly to his body, barely covering the hickeys all over him and the red marks left by intense caresses during their lovemaking.

He propped himself up on the bed and slowly rose. Just as he wanted to get out of bed to find his medicine, the suite's door was opened.

Qin Yezhou rolled his wheelchair over to his side and supported him, a gentle smile on his face, his voice full of heartache and doting: "Why did you get up? Don't you know you are in poor health?"

Looking at his expression, Su Jinzhi lay back down in dumbfounded shock. Following behind Qin Yezhou was a man in a white coat, clearly a doctor, who quickly hurried forward carrying a medical kit. Wearing plastic gloves, he wordlessly rolled up Su Jinzhi's sleeve and gave him an injection.

Su Jinzhi stared blankly as the cold, transparent liquid in the syringe was pushed into his blood vessel. Afterward, a warm hand stroked his hair, and a glass of warm water was handed to him. "Why are you still so dazed?"

After Qin Yezhou said this, he handed over a few pills and spoke with an irresistible force: "Take your medicine."

Su Jinzhi glanced down; they were the few types of medicine the original body usually took, but with two or three extra different ones. He obediently took the medicine, swallowed them with water, and then continued playing the part of an innocent, fallen youth by sitting weakly on the bed. He lowered his head and said nothing, but his hands tightly clutched the bedsheets as if he hadn't yet recovered his senses. This provoked Qin Yezhou to irresistibly stroke his hair again before kissing him on the cheek.

Fortunately, the bed wasn't very high, and Qin Yezhou had been quite tall before breaking his legs. Otherwise, given his current altitude sitting in the wheelchair, it would probably have been very difficult to complete this action.

Qin Yezhou's warm lips pressed against the side of his ear, gently coaxing him in a low voice, "You just took your medicine. It's still early, sleep a little longer. I'll take you to eat later."

However, the youth on the bed remained dazed: "Mn..."

Qin Yezhou withdrew the hand on his head and chuckled, "Then I'm leaving?"

"Mr. Qin!" The young man's eyes widened abruptly upon hearing this. He raised his hand and grabbed the hem of his clothes. "I—"

Qin Yezhou smiled and said, "Whatever you have to say, tell me later when we eat."

The youth could only stammeringly let go of his hand. "Oh... I..."

"Don't overthink." Seeing this, Qin Yezhou smiled at him again, patted his hand resting on the soft quilt, and then left.

As soon as Qin Yezhou left, Su Jinzhi immediately began summoning the system: "System? System? No. 1? What happened to me last night?"

No. 1 said coldly, "The red wine you drank was spiked with a high-concentration aphrodisiac."

Su Jinzhi: "???"

What the fuck? Although he had premeditated seducing Qin Yezhou, he never planned on using such despicable methods. Spiking drinks with aphrodisiacs was so tacky! So low! And it would leave behind evidence! He would never mess around like that.

"No. 1, then do you know who spiked the drink?" Su Jinzhi followed up, asking No. 1.

No. 1 replied, "It was your colleague, Kong Shifei."

Kong Shifei? Su Jinzhi knew this girl. She was quite good-looking and always had a sweet smile for everyone. She was very popular among the waiter circle on their ship, entirely different from him, a pure, scheming bitch who was frequently ostracized. But Su Jinzhi didn't know why Kong Shifei would want to harm him like this. It was obvious they hadn't had any direct conflicts. Just a few days ago, she had even given him a bag of sesame cookies.

Su Jinzhi's face was full of confusion. "Why would she do this?"

"She overheard your conversation with the First Mate," No. 1 sneered and answered him, "She found out about your schemes and tricks."

Su Jinzhi: "..."

Alright, No. 1 saying this did wake him up to the truth.

Since Kong Shifei knew about his plan to seduce—no, to save Qin Yezhou, then her actions were understandable.

The reason she put a heavy dose of aphrodisiac into the wine he was bringing to Qin Yezhou was that she had calculated he definitely wouldn't pass the bodyguards' security check. If the bodyguards found something wrong in the red wine he brought, he could guess with his toes what his fate would be.

When that time came, she might be able to take his place and serve Qin Yezhou instead.

But Kong Shifei probably didn't anticipate... that the bodyguard standing by the door actually recognized him. He had let him in without thoroughly checking, even allowing him to smoothly climb into Qin Yezhou's bed.

"This is unscientific!" Su Jinzhi cried out. "Didn't they even check if there was a problem with the wine? And where did Kong Shifei get a high-concentration aphrodisiac?"

No. 1 replied, "This is the cheat I gave you."

Su Jinzhi didn't believe it.

"It's all fate," No. 1 reminded him. "Do you think Qin Yezhou wouldn't taste the problem with that wine?"

Su Jinzhi clicked his tongue in amazement upon hearing this. Thinking about it again, it made sense. That Qin Yezhou was a bastard. He had probably noticed something was amiss the moment he took his first sip of the wine. Yet he still let him drink a whole glass of red wine; was that something a human would do?

However, last night felt so fucking good... No wonder so many people in the future world hooked up, even liking cross-species interstellar hookups. After all, once you tasted meat, going back to being a vegetarian was just too difficult. Even though the pleasure was excessive and his butt still hurt a little now.

But Su Jinzhi thought about it and felt he still shouldn't be so addicted to Qin Yezhou's body. After all, acting during the day was one thing, but if he had to have close contact with Qin Yezhou at night too, acting nonstop 24 hours a day, Su Jinzhi worried he might break character. If he got killed by No. 1 over that, it would be over.

If Qin Yezhou still wanted to do him tonight, he would just use that Priceless Spring Night welfare to deal with him.

Thinking like this, Su Jinzhi pulled up the covers again and went back to sleep on this luxurious king-sized bed.

At noon, Su Jinzhi was woken up by someone.

"Mr. Su." The man stood by the cabinet, respectfully holding a set of exquisitely crafted clothes, and bowed to Su Jinzhi with a beaming smile.

Su Jinzhi didn't know him, but out of politeness, Su Jinzhi also showed him a smile.

Qin Luo watched the youth sitting on the bed give him a timid smile, the blush on both sides of his cheeks spreading all the way down his fair skin to his neck. He only glanced for a second before shifting his gaze away. Lowering his eyes, he placed the clothes Qin Yezhou had prepared for the youth onto the bedside table, smiling as he said, "Mr. Su, I am Qin Luo. These are the clothes Mr. Qin prepared for you. He is waiting for you downstairs. I will be at the door; if you need anything, you can call me."

After finishing these words, Qin Luo bowed again before leaving.

Su Jinzhi looked at the clothes on the bedside table and reached out to touch them. Feeling the silky-smooth texture, he clicked his tongue in wonder. Most clothes in the future were made of biological fibers and didn't possess such a comfortable, soft feel. Although he really wanted to touch it a few more times, Su Jinzhi still quickly put the clothes on.

Who knew if Qin Yezhou was being intentional or not, preparing a milk-tea-colored crewneck cashmere sweater for him. Wearing it made him look even more harmless, but it completely failed to conceal the dense hickeys all over his neck.

Su Jinzhi checked himself in the mirror for a long time, resisting the urge to take a white towel off the rack to use as a scarf, and pushed open the suite's door.

Qin Luo was waiting for him outside.