The Little Succubus's Hypnosis Manual - Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Jealousy

When Shen Zhile saw Zhou Shengyan, it was like a mouse spotting a cat. He had no idea how many trackers this man had planted on him—wherever he went, Zhou Shengyan could find him.

Shen Zhile stepped in front of Xie Nanxing protectively, only then noticing Zhou Qiyue storming over toward them.

“Xie Nanxing,” Zhou Qiyue said in a low voice, calling out to him. Xie Nanxing immediately broke free from Shen Zhile’s hand and slowly walked over to Zhou Qiyue’s side.

Xie Nanxing could feel the rage simmering beneath Zhou Qiyue’s calm exterior. Nervously, he asked, “Gege, why are you here?”

Shen Zhile also looked toward Zhou Qiyue, but before he could speak, Zhou Shengyan stepped in front of him, blocking his view.

Zhou Shengyan’s back was broad, completely shielding Shen Zhile. All he could see now was Zhou Shengyan’s wide shoulders.

“Since I’ve found the person, I’ll be leaving now.” With that, Zhou Shengyan grabbed Shen Zhile, preparing to drag him away.

“Zhou Shengyan!” Shen Zhile didn’t want to go with him. He clutched the hand gripping his wrist and softly called his name.

Zhou Shengyan refused to acknowledge their relationship, so Shen Zhile never dared to call him “husband” in public.

But right now, Zhou Shengyan seemed possessed—no matter how he called out to him, he insisted on dragging him away.

“Honey, that hurts. You’re hurting me,” Shen Zhile said, his voice tinged with a sob. He knew how to use his strengths, and sure enough, Zhou Shengyan immediately stopped.

Zhou Shengyan looked down at Shen Zhile’s arm. On that pale skin, a ring of red marks from his grip was already visible.

Seeing Zhou Shengyan regain his composure, Shen Zhile quickly added, “Honey, that’s my younger brother. I just wanted to say a few words to him. We haven’t seen each other in so long. Please?”

Zhou Shengyan didn’t look at Xie Nanxing at all—his attention was on Zhou Qiyue. The moment Zhou Qiyue looked over, Zhou Shengyan’s grip on Shen Zhile’s hand tightened again.

Seeing the standoff between the two, Xie Nanxing couldn’t care about Zhou Qiyue anymore. He ran over to Shen Zhile.

“Gege Zhile.”

To him, Shen Zhile was always smiling, like a big brother who could hold up the sky. Growing up, as long as Shen Zhile was there, he was never afraid of anything.

Zhou Shengyan eventually let go and left them some space—but not before dragging his own younger brother out.

Leaning against the car and lighting a cigarette, Zhou Shengyan exhaled slowly. For once, he spoke calmly to Zhou Qiyue, “You’ve found my weakness. If you touch him, I won’t spare the people around you.”

There was a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Never thought I’d see the day you’d come begging me,” Zhou Qiyue said coldly, a mocking smile on his lips.

Shen Zhile hugged Xie Nanxing. From the moment he saw Zhou Qiyue, he realized his silly little brother must have already handed the gem over to him.

Neither of these two brothers were simple.

“Your identity can’t be revealed to anyone, especially not your target,” Shen Zhile warned Xie Nanxing.

He had originally wanted to use his mind-reading ability to gauge Zhou Qiyue’s feelings toward Xie Nanxing, but Zhou Shengyan had acted like a madman, guarding against him like one would a wife about to cheat.

He didn’t even get the chance.

Luckily, communication in the human world was convenient—they added each other on messaging apps. As they walked out of the café, Zhou Shengyan, who had still been smoking, immediately stubbed out his cigarette upon seeing Shen Zhile.

Without a word, he stuffed Shen Zhile into the car and drove off.

Zhou Qiyue and Xie Nanxing also returned home early.

“Who was that?” Zhou Qiyue finally asked once they got home. Xie Nanxing remembered Shen Zhile’s warning.

“He’s a brother who took care of me when I was little. We got separated, and I didn’t think we’d meet again,” he replied, hiding most of the truth and only giving some vague explanation.

He was still worried about Shen Zhile. He had seen that man before—Zhou Qiyue’s half-brother, and not a likable one.

No wonder he had detected a faint scent of their kind on him back in the mall. So it turned out to be Shen Zhile’s target.

That man had a terrible temper. He’d dragged Shen Zhile away so forcefully—who knew what would happen to him?

At that moment, Shen Zhile was being taken back to the villa. On the third floor was a special room—a small bedroom fully furnished, but next to the bed was a long iron chain.

Zhou Shengyan carried Shen Zhile upstairs. The moment Shen Zhile saw the room, he panicked and tried to burrow into Zhou Shengyan’s arms.

“No, not that room! I just wanted to see my brother!” Shen Zhile said in fear, trying to kiss Zhou Shengyan’s lips, but every attempt was dodged.

Zhou Shengyan gently placed him on the bed, opened the lock on the iron shackles by the bed, and grabbed his ankle. Shen Zhile finally started to struggle, kicking out with his feet.

But Zhou Shengyan held him tight. The shackle clicked shut around his ankle.

“Damn you, you pervert! Let me out! I don’t want to be your damn white moonlight stand-in anymore. Let me go!”

When he first came to the villa with Zhou Shengyan, this room didn’t exist.

But Zhou Shengyan had a rule—they could only have s3x twice a week. Shen Zhile didn’t want to be tied down to one man, so he went looking for others with strong energy.

Zhou Shengyan thought he was being unfaithful and built this confinement room just for him. With the shackle on his ankle, he could only move within the room. He didn’t even have a phone.

And during this time, Zhou Shengyan refused to give him any energy. It was like he’d been drugged—his whole body burned, and the craving for energy made him want to pounce on Zhou Shengyan.

But Zhou Shengyan only looked at him coldly.

Just thinking of how desperate he had been then made Shen Zhile tremble all over.

Sure enough, the moment the shackle was on, Zhou Shengyan began ignoring his needs again.

Zhou Shengyan sat on the sofa a short distance away, trying to calm himself. He knew Shen Zhile had hypnotic abilities, so he had to keep his emotions tightly controlled. If Shen Zhile saw through him, he’d leave without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Xie Nanxing was holding his phone, sending Shen Zhile messages.

“Brother Zhile, are you okay? That guy didn’t hurt you, right? He looked so fierce.”

Zhou Shengyan opened Shen Zhile’s phone and played Xie Nanxing’s voice messages aloud. Shen Zhile walked over from the bed, the iron chain around his ankle clinking with each step.

“Give me back my phone,” he said, placing one hand on the sofa and reaching for it.

Zhou Shengyan lifted the phone out of reach, pressing a hand to Shen Zhile’s waist. Shen Zhile’s knees gave out, and he collapsed into his arms.

“If you’re mad, then just f*ck me. Why do you keep locking me up and doing nothing?”

“I want you to learn your lesson—not enjoy it,” Zhou Shengyan said as he rubbed his waist.

Shen Zhile bit his collarbone, hard enough to draw bl00d.

Xie Nanxing never received another reply from Shen Zhile. He sat on the couch, staring anxiously at the screen.

Zhou Qiyue came out of the study and said, “Come in for your lesson.”

“I’m waiting for Brother Zhile to reply. Besides, I speak fluently now—can’t I skip lessons?”

Xie Nanxing looked at him hopefully, but Zhou Qiyue replied coldly, “No.”

“You can speak—but can you read?”

“…No.”

“Then get in here and practice.” Zhou Qiyue dragged him into the study and took his phone.

His screen was still on the chat with Shen Zhile, with message after message from Xie Nanxing.

Xie Nanxing had never talked this much to him before. And Shen Zhile still hadn’t replied.

“Gege, message,” Xie Nanxing whined as Zhou Qiyue pinned him to the desk. Calligraphy sheets and a timer were already prepared.

“You can have your phone back after 30 minutes of writing.”

Zhou Qiyue placed the phone facedown on the cabinet and sat beside Xie Nanxing, handling work while watching him closely.

Xie Nanxing couldn’t sit still, distracted by thoughts of the phone. Every time it pinged, he wanted to look.

But under Zhou Qiyue’s watchful glare, he obediently stayed put.

The moment the timer rang, Xie Nanxing leapt for his phone like a wild horse, unlocking it quickly.

Shen Zhile had replied—but only with a short message: “It’s fine. He treats me very well.”

Still, his tone sounded out of breath.

Xie Nanxing lay on the bed, repeatedly opening and closing WeChat. He only had four friends: Zhou Qiyue, Aunt Wu, File Assistant, and now Shen Zhile.

No matter how much he refreshed it, no new messages came.

His phone felt like a useless brick.

“Go take a shower. It’s bedtime,” Zhou Qiyue said, stepping out of the bathroom.

But Xie Nanxing’s eyes were glued to his phone. Those beautiful eyes that used to only focus on Zhou Qiyue were now watching someone else.

Especially knowing he was waiting for someone else’s reply—

Someone who had known Xie Nanxing longer than he had. Someone who could truly be called his brother.

“I’ll go soon,” Xie Nanxing replied, but didn’t move.

Zhou Qiyue walked over, annoyed. He was only wearing a loose towel, and when he bent over, his deep-V chest nearly showed his abs.

“Xie Nanxing.” Zhou Qiyue called his name, hoping to catch his attention. Based on recent observation, Xie Nanxing seemed quite interested in his body.

“If you don’t go, I’ll carry you in myself,” he warned.

Xie Nanxing immediately jumped up and walked into the bathroom with his phone, not even looking up.

Zhou Qiyue stood there, stunned. He looked down at himself—the towel had been pulled loose during the motion, exposing half his chest.

Only then did he realize… he had just tried to seduce Xie Nanxing with his body.

Embarrassed, he yanked the towel off and changed into full pajamas, covering himself completely.

Xie Nanxing took a very long time in the shower. Zhou Qiyue even suspected he was scrolling on his phone in there.

He couldn’t sleep. Tossing and turning, reading a little, checking his phone again.

He’d spent the day digging into Shen Zhile’s background. Just like Xie Nanxing, Shen Zhile seemed to have appeared out of thin air. Zhou Shengyan had forged a fake history for him—it was obviously fabricated.

Shen Zhile was only 19. Just where had he and Xie Nanxing come from?

The bathroom door finally opened. Xie Nanxing came out without drying his hair, water dripping down his face and soaking his pajamas.

“Why didn’t you dry your hair?” Zhou Qiyue asked.

He got up, grabbed the blow dryer, and gently started drying Xie Nanxing’s hair. He didn’t want to push him. If Xie Nanxing wanted to share, he would.

But even while being pampered, Xie Nanxing still held his phone, staring at the WeChat screen.

“From now on, you can only use your phone for two hours a day at home,” Zhou Qiyue said, unable to hold it in any longer. He took the phone.

Even as they were going to bed, Xie Nanxing couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“Gege, give it back, please?” he begged, lying on Zhou Qiyue’s arm, poking at his Adam’s apple.

Zhou Qiyue stared at him—didn’t he know men’s Adam’s apples weren’t to be touched so casually?

His throat bobbed, and he replied firmly, “No.”

No matter how much Xie Nanxing pouted or begged, he refused.

Xie Nanxing could only regret not knowing where Shen Zhile lived—otherwise, he would’ve gone straight to find him.