Too Much To Handle! The Canary Forced Love on The Grim/Vicious Villain - Chapter 2

Si Yuhuai directly transferred him a large sum of money, his words dripping with mockery and ridicule:

“How much can you even earn shaking milk tea cups at a part-time job? From now on, just treat me as your boss. I’m paying you to stay put at home and behave yourself.”

Jiang Xu had a sudden flash of inspiration. Struggling, he freed a hand and fumbled for the phone on the bedside table, opened the bank app, and checked the transfer record.

One, two, three, four… five, six!

Six zeros after the five!!!

Billion?

Did the original owner really treat his sugar daddy like some Japanese tycoon?

Jiang Xu immediately reached over and rubbed Si Yuhuai’s head, which was resting on his shoulder.

Even though his actions were restricted and he had no freedom, the villain had casually handed him pocket money—five million!

A canary? A stand-in?

So what?

What’s all this about dignity or self-respect? Could he really afford to turn down money?!

Jiang Xu had grown up in an orphanage, raised with the help of kind people from society.

At seventeen, thanks to his outstanding looks, he was scouted by an entertainment company.

Jiang Xu cherished that opportunity. He worked hard on his fundamentals and vowed to become the brightest star among the new generation of idols.

His plan was to release three albums in three years, first securing his place in the music world, then aiming for the prestigious Golden Melody Awards, and finally stepping onto the world stage with fans’ support.

But reality was too harsh. In his debut year, after refusing a producer’s casting-couch demands, he was blacklisted and frozen out.

It wasn’t because Jiang Xu was too principled—it was because the sponsor looked too much like a kappa.

The price of refusal was his career collapsing overnight. While his peers soared, he, unable to pay his way out of the contract, was reduced to running errands at the company and enduring humiliation from arrogant colleagues.

Career in shambles, his luck was no better. The next year he was diagnosed with retinal degeneration, and his vision worsened day by day.

Just as he was on the verge of going blind, the company suddenly arranged work for him.

But with his failing eyesight, he couldn’t perform. The company seized the chance, accused him of breaching his contract, and sued him for liquidated damages.

Before the lawsuit ended, his world had already gone dark.

By the time a car hit him and sent him flying, the lawsuit was still unresolved.

That moment was undoubtedly painful, but right after came an odd sense of release.

The torment of his rotten life was finally over. The dead owe no debts—no more penalty fees, no more credit card bills!

Jiang Xu blinked. Though it was night, he could clearly see the light and shadows, even the strands of hair stirred by the man’s breath as he lay on top of him.

Without a doubt—these were healthy eyes! Even the gloomy villain’s features were strikingly handsome!

Having lived to twenty-two in his last life, Jiang Xu’s deepest realization was: the harder he tried, the unluckier he got. Sometimes he thought it would’ve been better to just lie flat like a salted fish and let fate trample him.

No one had supported his lofty ambitions, and he couldn’t fly on his own.

Instead of forcing himself, why not cut himself some slack?

His life had twisted and turned enough—wasn’t that pathetic enough already?

Starting today, he would change course and pledge allegiance to this more powerful, menacing villain!

As long as he obediently fulfilled his role as a canary, after three months he’d not only regain his freedom but also pocket five million?

The thought alone had him too excited to sleep.

If he weren’t tied to the bedframe, he would’ve gotten up and danced!

Jiang Xu was too keyed up to sleep until the latter half of the night. When he finally woke, daylight was streaming in, but the villain lying on top of him was still asleep.

At that moment, Jiang Xu’s heart leapt nervously.

“Tsk,” he thought.

Still asleep?

Did the original owner overdo it with the drug? Could he really have killed him?!

Jiang Xu called softly, “Si Yuhuai? President Si?”

The man on top of him was steady as Mount Tai, not moving an inch.

Poor Jiang Xu’s thin little body was already going numb under the weight, his arm completely deadened.

“Si Yuhuai!”

At last the man frowned impatiently, showing signs of waking.

“Si Yuhuai! Get up already! You’re crushing me to death!”

“What’s all that noise?” Si Yuhuai opened his eyes, shot him a cold glare, then rolled over and rubbed his aching head.

Now that Si Yuhuai was awake, Jiang Xu grew anxious again.

The original owner had nearly poisoned him to death—that was basically attempted murder. Given Si Yuhuai’s ruthless character in the plot, wasn’t he about to…

Jiang Xu’s throat bobbed as he forced a smile.

“Hubby? Good morning~!”

Si Yuhuai froze mid-motion, pressing his temple, then turned with a strange look.

What he saw was Jiang Xu’s puzzled expression—along with his own vivid inner thoughts:

What’s that look? Don’t like me calling him hubby? Then what—baby? Darling? I heard Si Yuhuai has some… peculiar kinks. Could he want me to call him master? That’d be way too embarrassing!

Si Yuhuai suddenly sat upright and rubbed his ears.

Jiang Xu’s lips hadn’t moved.

Was he hallucinating from the poison?

Pulling out his phone, he called his assistant, his voice cool: “Xiujie, arrange a full physical for me.”

The next second, Jiang Xu’s voice rang out again—only inside his head.

Yeah, he should check himself quickly. Just hope there aren’t any lasting side effects. Otherwise, I’d be utterly doomed!

Si Yuhuai frowned, then asked out loud, “What did you just say?”

Jiang Xu curved his lips into a bright smile, his once-gloomy eyes sparkling. He wiggled his bound wrist and said, “Si Yuhuai, you’re awake? Can you untie me? I—”

Si Yuhuai’s gaze sharpened, then he let out a mocking laugh.

He strode over to the headboard, pinched Jiang Xu’s chin, his long finger tracing teasingly over the soft curve of his cheek. Yet his dark, narrow eyes glinted like blades.

“Jiang Xu, you poisoned me, didn’t you? If I’d died, you’d be a widow now. Do you remember what happened to the last person who pissed me off?”

The last one?

From memory, half a month ago, at a banquet, some spoiled brat from the Zheng family had insulted Si Yuhuai’s mother, calling her a streetwalker. The result?

The Zhengs had to bring their son to apologize, kowtowing until their heads bled. That scene was unforgettable.

Jiang Xu’s pale, delicate face collapsed instantly, his bright eyes filling with pitiful tears.

“Hubby, then how are you going to punish me?”

He wouldn’t strip me naked and hang me up for a beating, would he? That’d be way too degrading! This is a law-abiding society!

For the first time, Si Yuhuai found Jiang Xu’s trembling, cautious look… amusing.

“You can guess,” he said, deliberately withholding an answer.