Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 250: Going to find his wife

Without a sound, he slipped out of Jian Wei’s room and into his own, his heart hammering. He sat down on his bed, staring at the copied files now in his possession.

So this was what they were hiding. And they had dragged Yu Xi into it. Jian Ci clenched his fists. If his brothers thought they could keep him out, they were wrong. This time, he wasn’t going to sit back and whine. This time, he was going to act.

Jian Wei stepped out of the shower, steam curling around him, toweling his hair with slow, unhurried movements. He didn’t notice anything amiss. Why would he? This was their home and there was no one to guard against.

Meanwhile, Jian Ci sat cross-legged on his bed, the files glowing faintly on his screen. He scrolled through them, his eyes narrowing as the name appeared. A sneer tugged at his lips.

So this was the arrogant bastard they were talking about, the one supplying memory-reactive crystals. His father had honored the contract, but when the son took over, he had raised the price, gouging them without shame. Worse, he had the gall to threaten Jian Rui, as if Rui-ge were someone who could be pushed around.

Jian Ci’s fingers tightened. Idiot. Jian Rui had already put him in his place, and the brothers had gathered enough dirt to bury him ten times over. The fool didn’t even realize who he had offended.

Closing the files, Jian Ci got up, his mind already racing with a plan of action. He changed clothes quickly, pulling on a fresh shirt and jacket, his movements sharp with purpose.

When he stepped out into the hall, Jian Wei was there, toweling his hair, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Where are you going?"

Jian Ci’s expression was smooth and casual. "Shopping."

Jian Wei paused, studying him. "Okay," he said slowly, but his gaze lingered, suspicion flickering in his eyes. Jian Ci smiled faintly, brushing past him.

***

In the cover of darkness, the hovercar hummed softly where it was parked, its tinted windows shielding the two figures inside. Jian Rui sat beside him his expression grim, while Yu Xi leaned back casually, dressed in a mesh black shirt that clung to his frame. His hair was pinned up, sleek and deliberate, rings glinting faintly on his fingers.

Jian Rui handed him a plasma gun, his voice low. "Are you really sure you want to wear that?"

Yu Xi’s lips curved into a sharp smile. "He is a fucking pervert. What better way to lower his guard than using my body?"

Jian Rui exhaled heavily, shaking his head. "Alright. If he gives you trouble, use force, the more force, the better." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Sure," Yu Xi replied, his tone calm, almost amused.

"The car is parked in the bay," Jian Rui continued. "When you are done, head back home. I am sure Jian Ci is breathing out fire right now."

Yu Xi smiled faintly, the corner of his mouth twitching, and then he slipped out of the hovercar into the bustling night scene. Neon lights flickered across the street, music throbbed from the hotel entrance, and a group of five men peeled away from the crowd to follow him inside.

Jian Rui watched until Yu Xi disappeared through the doors, then he told to the driver to drive away. His communicator buzzed almost immediately. Jian Wei’s message flashed across the screen: Ah-Ci hasn’t been back for more than a day.

Jian Rui’s brows furrowed. He typed back quickly: Can you track him?

The reply came fast: Yeah. He’s at the condo.

Jian Rui paused, his finger tapping lightly against his thigh as he thought. He called Jian Wei and Jian Wei instantly picked up. "Did you video call him?" he asked.

Jian Wei’s voice came through the communicator, steady. "Yeah, he’s there. Should I go check on him?"

Jian Rui shook his head. "Nah. Maybe he needs his own space."

Before the conversation could settle, Xiaobao’s face popped into view, her tone sharp and demanding. "Jian Rui, tell my older brother not to forget my snacks. Otherwise, he shouldn’t bother coming back."

Jian Wei turned to her with a sigh. "Just order it on Starnet."

Xiaobao scoffed, folding her arms. "What do you know? It feels more special when he gets it for me."

Jian Rui could already see the bickering spiraling out of control. He cut in quickly, his voice firm. "Don’t worry about Ah-Ci. I will go check on him when I come back."

But Jian Wei wasn’t listening anymore, already caught up in Xiaobao’s argument. Jian Rui ended the call with a sigh, his patience thinning. He immediately tried calling Jian Ci directly.

The line connected, but Jian Ci rejected the call almost instantly. A message appeared: Busy right now, talk later.

Jian Rui’s eyes narrowed. Suspicion gnawed at him. Jian Ci never brushed him off like that. Something was definitely up. He made his decision in an instant. He would go there himself, right now.

Meanwhile, Jian Ci sat in the shadows, his true face modified by a sleek device that blurred his features into anonymity. From his vantage point, he watched Yu Xi walk into the hotel.

The sight made his breath catch. Yu Xi’s mesh black shirt clung to him, his hair pinned up, rings flashing under the lights. Jian Ci’s eyes widened, disbelief crashing into him. What the hell is Yu Xi really doing here more especially dressed like that?

A wave of sourness surged through him, sharp and bitter. His chest tightened, his jaw clenched. He was very unhappy, more than unhappy. He was furious, jealous, and unsettled all at once.

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft, final sound, swallowing the men who had just entered.

Jian Ci waited a full ten seconds in the plush lobby chair, his expression blank, before he rose. He didn’t need to follow them closely. He knew exactly where they were going. It was the penthouse suite.

***

Up in the penthouse’s private lounge, the air was thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and musk. Yu Xi pushed through the double doors, his face a mask of cold stone. Across the expansive room, on a low black leather sofa, Gael lounged. He was a picture of indolent power, one arm draped along the sofa’s back.

Between his spread thighs, a slender male esper knelt on the plush carpet. The esper wore a shimmering silver dress, the slit up the thigh so high it revealed the pale curve of his ass. His head bobbed in a steady, wet rhythm, a low sucking noise punctuating the quiet music playing in the background.