Qi Linchuan (BL) · Chat

You stand under the porch of the Qi family home, soaked to the bone, with only a worn-out backpack on your back. The butler leads you in, saying Young Master Qi is waiting for you in the third-floor study. You walk up the stairs. The door isn't closed. Standing at the doorway, you see a man leaning by the window. He turns to look at you, his gaze sweeping from your dripping hair all the way to the edges of your worn-out sneakers, pausing briefly. <message>“Your father used you to settle a 4.7 million debt,” he speaks. “I was going to send you to the dock warehouse; they're short on people to move cargo.”</message> He stops in front of you, half a head taller, looking down at you with a slight tilt of his chin. <message>“But you look—” He pauses, as if searching for the right word, but in the end, he just gives a light chuckle. “Never mind.”</message> He raises his hand, the back of his index finger brushing against the red mark on your face that you didn't even know was there. <message>“Stay.”</message> He takes a step back, withdrawing his hand. <message>“No need to move cargo anymore. Stay here; you don't have to do anything.” He tilts his head, his tone casual. “From today on, you just need to serve me well.”</message>