Demon Consort Runs into the Beijing Crown Prince - Chapter 37

Chu Muyun put down his phone and immediately began practicing basic dance moves in his room, secretly working hard to surprise his fans.

But he was struggling.

“Hiss,” he gasped, leaning against the wall. The slightest movement sent sharp pains through his legs, and the discomfort in a certain area intensified.

If I dance too vigorously while filming, I might reveal my awkwardness.

At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to participate in the dance variety show…

Chu Muyun had no choice but to make a difficult and painful decision.

That evening, when Lu Hanzhang returned home from work and picked him up from the sofa, Chu Muyun said softly, “Boss, I need to rest for a few days. I can’t keep going like this.”

Lu Hanzhang’s expression stiffened, his voice tight, “Are you feeling unwell?”

They had been indulging a bit too much lately. Lu Hanzhang was fine, but Chu Muyun’s body wasn’t as resilient.

“No, no. I got cast in a dance variety show. I’m leaving next week, and I can barely close my legs right now. I need to recover…”

“Okay,” Lu Hanzhang said, visibly relieved. He wrapped an arm around Chu Muyun’s waist and asked, “When exactly are you leaving, and for how long?”

“Next week. If I don’t get eliminated early, about forty days.”

“Hmm,” Lu Hanzhang murmured, offering no further comment.

Chu Muyun detected a hint of resentment in Lu Hanzhang’s expression.

It’s been so long, he thought.

He leaned in to kiss the Great King, skillfully coaxing him, “I’ll video call you every day and send you leg photos.”

Lu Hanzhang replied, “I didn’t say you couldn’t go.”

If he wanted, he could forbid Chu Muyun from acting or appearing on variety shows, forcing him to retire completely and stay home. He could easily afford it, he didn’t need Chu Muyun’s meager earnings. But Chu Muyun wanted his own career, and Lu Hanzhang didn’t want to stand in his way.

“Mmm, you’re the best, Boss~” Chu Muyun kissed him again, thinking, You didn’t forbid me, but you’re clearly unhappy.

Lu Hanzhang effortlessly lifted him into his arms and carried him to the dining room. After their meal, they took Crown Prince for a walk together.

Back home, Lu Hanzhang said, “You should go to bed early and rest.” His voice was unusually gentle, as if treating Chu Muyun like a fragile porcelain doll.

“What about you?” Chu Muyun asked.

“I’ll work in the Study for a while.” Now that the Company no longer forced unpaid overtime, Lu Hanzhang sometimes brought work home.

“I’ll keep you company~” Chu Muyun’s voice dripped with sweetness. “I’m not sick, just resting my legs for a few days. It’s still early. Let me stay with you while you work.”

“…Suit yourself.”

After a while, Lu Hanzhang, seated at his desk in the study, lowered his head.

“What are you doing?”

Chu Muyun had just slipped in like a nimble little cat, kneeling between Lu Hanzhang’s legs and looking up at him with an innocent expression.

“Keeping you company. You can keep working, I won’t bother you.”

“Get out. Don’t…” Lu Hanzhang’s voice trailed off, hoarse.

His body betrayed him, reacting instantly to the slightest touch.

“No way, Boss! Let’s play a game. See how many pages of documents you can review before I have to leave. I bet you can’t finish twenty.”

Hehe.

The Little Demon Consort had played similar games with the Great King before, betting on how many imperial edicts the Great King could approve. The Great King had always won, stubbornly approving three more than the Demon Consort’s wager. Then he would pin the Demon Consort to the desk and thoroughly feed both upper and lower mouths.

“……”

Lu Hanzhang didn’t respond. Chu Muyun had already started on his own, the study filled with wet, smacking sounds, as if someone were savoring a delicious treat.

Lu Hanzhang’s body tensed. He forcibly reined in his wandering thoughts and began reviewing the documents, page by page.

But no matter how hard he tried, the words floated before his eyes, impossible to focus on…

Failure was not an option. The word “surrender” didn’t exist in his vocabulary.

Hah… Don’t breathe so heavily…

His fingers trembled on the mouse. Lu Hanzhang took a deep breath, stared at the laptop screen, and added an annotation.

Chu Muyun was yanked out from under the desk, still choking and coughing.

Lu Hanzhang wiped his face with a tissue, “I read twenty-five pages of the documents. You lost.”

“Ah, Boss, you’re amazing~ I lost. So, what’s my punishment… Mmm.”

Chu Muyun swallowed the rest of his words as Lu Hanzhang kissed him deeply, his tongue aggressively invading his mouth. His body burned, his breath ragged.

Ugh, I want it so bad…

“Give it to me…” Chu Muyun whimpered when the kiss loosened slightly. “I want it.”

“You said you didn’t want it. You’re going on that variety show. Endure it,” Lu Hanzhang said, his eyes dark, his voice calm and restrained.

Chu Muyun huffed softly, thinking, If I hadn’t taken such good care of your mouth, you wouldn’t be saying that.

The next moment, he was flipped over, his upper body pressed against the desk. Behind him, Lu Hanzhang raised his hand and delivered three light but firm slaps to his butt. The rounded curves of his buttocks, outlined by his pants, quivered.

“Ugh… What are you doing!”

It didn’t really hurt, but the slaps felt good, making him even wetter.

The Little Demon Consort’s eyes glistened with tears.

“Your punishment for losing,” Lu Hanzhang said, pulling him back into his arms.

“Hmph, bullying me.”

Lu Hanzhang kissed him lightly again, his touch carrying a gentle, soothing warmth, “Did you act so boldly today because you’re worried that if you can’t satisfy me, I’ll replace you with another kept man—raise another little canary?”

“A little…” Chu Muyun’s misty eyes sparkled. “But mostly, I just love teasing you. It’s so fun watching you pretend to be proper when you’re clearly rock-hard~ Hehe.”

“…” Lu Hanzhang’s palm itched again, but he noticed the damp patch on Chu Muyun’s pants had soaked through to his own thigh. Spanking him now would feel more like a reward.

Suppressing his urges, he continued seriously, “Chu Muyun, you didn’t read the kept man agreement carefully, did you? It’s lifelong for me too. I can’t have other kept men—only you. If I betray you, I’ll pay a heavy price.”

So you don’t need to try so hard to please me with or@l s*x.

“Oh.” The Little Demon Consort blinked his eyes and kissed him back. “Boss loves you~”

“Go to sleep. I need to review some more documents.”

“Hmm…” Chu Muyun thought for a moment. “Then I’ll go to the guest room.”

This was already unbearable. If he slept in the same bed as Lu Hanzhang tonight, seeing but not touching, he’d die of frustration.

“Alright.”

More than an hour later, Lu Hanzhang, having finished his work, walked down the corridor and quietly opened the guest room door.

He stood in the hallway, using the light behind him to peer into the pitch-black room. He could faintly make out a figure lying on the bed.

Lu Hanzhang’s expression softened as he watched silently for a moment. Just as he was about to close the door and leave, the Little Canary rolled over and mumbled in his sleep, “Chop it off! Drag him out… Chop it off! … Great King… I’ll peel grapes for you…”

Lu Hanzhang couldn’t help but chuckle.

He must have read too many web novels, he thought. Why is he always talking about chopping people up?

He went to the master bedroom, took a shower, and fell asleep.

That night, Lu Hanzhang also had a dream.

In his dream, everyone addressed him as “Your Majesty.” His Little Canary, adorned in soft silk robes and a golden crown inlaid with rubies, was dressed in flamboyant finery and constantly by his side, calling him “Great King” at every turn.

The dream shifted to another scene: inside a palace-like structure, Lu Hanzhang sat at the head of a table, with Chu Muyun beside him. Fine wine and delicacies adorned the table, while musicians played and dancers twirled in the open space before them.

Then, one of the dancers broke formation, darted forward, and drew a gleaming dagger from his boot.

“Tyrant!” the assassin roared. “Give me back my parents’ lives!” His mask flew off, revealing the young son of Grand Tutor, who had been dismissed and executed.

Chu Muyun screamed and shrank behind Lu Hanzhang.

Lu Hanzhang calmly raised his hand, swiftly and accurately seizing the wrist of the assassin wielding the dagger. With a twist, a sickening crack echoed as the dagger clattered to the ground.

In the next instant, the guards, finally reacting, swarmed forward and pinned the assassin to the floor.

Chu Muyun clung tightly to Lu Hanzhang, his body trembling violently, “Kill him! Drag him out and kill him!”

Lu Hanzhang casually pulled Chu Muyun into his arms, a secret thrill surging through him. Though they shared intimate nights, the two remained awkward during the day, unsure how to act or grow closer. He didn’t mind, this was the first time someone had ever stayed by his side.

“Don’t be afraid,” he murmured reassuringly.

Then, his voice turned cold as he ordered, “Take him away. Flay him alive.”

He glanced down at Chu Muyun, his Little Canary nestled obediently in his embrace, still pale.

“It’s over now,” he reassured again.

“Mmm… you, you were amazing, subduing the assassin with your bare hands… I’ll peel a grape for you.” Grape juice stained Chu Muyun’s delicate fingers as he offered the fruit to Lu Hanzhang’s lips. Lu Hanzhang leaned down to take it, the burst of sweetness on his tongue incomparably delightful.

The next morning, when Lu Hanzhang woke up, he lay in bed, staring blankly for a moment.

What a strange dream.

After breakfast, Chu Muyun clung to Lu Hanzhang, insisting on accompanying his Sugar Daddy to the Lu Group Headquarters.

The request sounded perfectly normal, yet it sent shivers down Lu Hanzhang’s spine, disrupting his breathing.

“No, you should rest properly at home,” he said.

“Boss~” Chu Muyun whined, “I just want to be with you. I promise I won’t be a bother.”

Unable to resist his persistence, Lu Hanzhang finally took him to work.

As they entered the CEO’s office, Lu Hanzhang offered, “Here’s a tablet. You can relax in the lounge.”

“No way! That’s no different from staying home. I want to watch you work from here.”

Chu Muyun dragged a chair over and sat beside him, resting his chin on his arm as he leaned across the desk, his eyes sparkling as he watched Lu Hanzhang work.

Hehe, just like when I used to keep the Great King company in the Imperial Study while he reviewed memorials.

The Great King is so diligent~

After a while, noticing Lu Hanzhang pause to take a sip of water, Chu Muyun said, “Boss, I want some cake.”

I’m bored. I want a snack.

Lu Hanzhang glanced at him, “Alright, I’ll have my assistant get some.”

“Then will you eat?” Chu Muyun asked.

“No.”

“Then how can I possibly eat alone?”

“You don’t work here.”

Soon after, a junior assistant arrived with Chu Muyun’s order. Snow skin mochi and strawberry shortcakes from the popular online bakery. The exquisite box, tied with a satin ribbon, looked undeniably expensive.

Chu Muyun opened it, popped a mochi into his mouth, and after two bites said, “This tastes amazing. You should try one.”

“No,” Lu Hanzhang replied, his eyes fixed on a financial report without looking up.

“Then I’ll feed you!” Chu Muyun declared. “This isn’t eating during work hours—it’s stress relief.”

With a mochi between his teeth, Chu Muyun leaned in with a mischievous grin and fed Lu Hanzhang mouth-to-mouth.

Lu Hanzhang reluctantly accepted.

Their lips met, and naturally, the kiss deepened.

As the kiss intensified, Chu Muyun shifted from his chair onto his Sugar Daddy’s lap, continuing to press for kisses.

“Mmm… Boss, I want you so badly. Can we do it?” Chu Muyun gasped between kisses. “The company rules only prohibit eating during work hours, but there’s nothing… nothing about having s*x during work hours, right?”

He hadn’t been satisfied the night before, forcing himself to sleep while suppressing his desire. Now, his craving was even stronger.

He could feel Lu Hanzhang responding to his kisses, his body growing hot and aroused.

“There’s no rule against this… huff… It’s a loophole… We should add one,” Lu Hanzhang stubbornly insisted.

“Hmph! Don’t you dare!”

The Little Demon Consort began to squirm against the Great King’s leg, his hand reaching out before being firmly restrained.

“Stop moving. You can’t even do anything, yet you’re teasing me.”

“I just want… Give me just once, please,” Chu Muyun pleaded, his willpower crumbling. The variety show was still days away…

“You wouldn’t be able to stop,” Lu Hanzhang refused, unwavering.

“Hmph.” Chu Muyun knew he was right. Even if the Great King could stop, he himself would cling to him, demanding more until he was completely sated.

But the discomfort was unbearable, “Then… help me out. I’ll help you too afterward.”

After a long while, Chu Muyun lay limp against Lu Hanzhang, who used a tissue to wipe the corner of his mouth.

His lips were swollen and bright red, still restless as he licked Lu Hanzhang’s fingers while he wiped.

“My stomach’s so full… I can’t eat any more cake,” Chu Muyun murmured against Lu Hanzhang’s chest.

“Then we’ll have it later.”

“Mmm.”

Satisfied, Chu Muyun grew much quieter. When Lu Hanzhang looked down again a little later, he found the man already curled up asleep in his arms.

He resumed his work.

Later, Li Weide knocked and entered with documents, pretending not to notice the extra person in the room.

Special Assistant Li felt his worldview being constantly challenged these days.

 Was Mr. Chu too skilled, or was his boss secretly a hopeless romantic?

As Li Weide left, Lu Hanzhang suddenly said, “The cream’s melting. Take it out and dispose of it. Have Xiao Wang buy a fresh one.” Xiao Wang was the president’s assistant responsible for miscellaneous tasks.

“Understood, Boss.”

Chu Muyun and Lu Hanzhang were like newlyweds, inseparable and deeply in love. They went to work together every day and returned home together each evening.

But the day Chu Muyun was scheduled to leave for the Dance Storm variety show arrived as planned.

The production crew of Dance Storm had contacted Chu Muyun in advance to arrange filming of his departure scene at his home. This allowed him to prepare and avoid accidentally revealing anything he didn’t want to share with the crew.

Chu Muyun asked his Sugar Daddy if he should stay in another room the night before the shoot, feeling that filming at their home might inconvenience Lu Hanzhang.

Lu Hanzhang replied, “Just film here. As long as you don’t get me on camera, it’s fine.”

“Okay!”

The production crew arrived early in the morning. It was just two people: the director and the cameraman.

Chu Muyun led them inside, saying, “That’s my roommate. He’s not a public figure and doesn’t want to be filmed, so please don’t include him in the shots.”

The director quickly reassured him, “Don’t worry, this isn’t live. We can easily cut him out in post-production.”

Lu Hanzhang stood at the top of the staircase, nodding reservedly at the two men.

The director cast a sharp, appraising glance at him, thinking to himself, Roommate? These two don’t exactly look like platonic friends.

Chu Muyun led the production crew through the villa. Reality show audiences are always curious about the lives of celebrities, and the director knew exactly what to capture.

They filmed the luxurious master bedroom and bathroom on the second floor, the wine cabinet and private theater in the basement, and even ventured into the kitchen. After showcasing the gleaming, spotless space and its array of expensive appliances, they opened the refrigerator. It was packed to the brim: the refrigerated section overflowed with fruits, yogurts, and desserts, while the freezer held steaks costing thousands of yuan each and various seafood.

“Are these desserts all for you?” the director asked. “I thought you were on a diet.”

Many celebrities maintain their slender figures by eating nothing but greens year-round to avoid appearing overweight on camera.

“Not really, I don’t gain weight easily,” Chu Muyun replied with a smile. “If necessary, I’ll diet for a while before filming, but I eat normally otherwise.”

The desserts were indeed his own purchase, or baked by the villa’s chef at his request. When he first moved in, the refrigerator had been completely devoid of sweets—Lu Hanzhang didn’t eat them.

“It’s so nice to have a metabolism that doesn’t make you gain weight easily,” the director said enviously.

Finally, they returned to the living room, where the director filmed Chu Muyun’s neatly packed suitcase. Chu Muyun proactively unzipped it to show the contents: toiletries, skincare products, a change of clothes, and a phone charging cable—nothing particularly noteworthy.

Hmm, Chu Muyun had been considering buying some fun little toys to play with Great King. But he hadn’t actually bought any yet, and even if he had, he wouldn’t just openly pack them in his suitcase.

After filming everything, he said to Lu Hanzhang, who was off-camera, “I’m heading out. I’ll leave Crown Prince in your care.”

Lu Hanzhang replied calmly, “Alright.”

The director asked, “Crown Prince? Who’s that?”

“My Angora rabbit,” Chu Muyun answered. “Didn’t you notice him earlier? I’ll bring him over to show you.”

Crown Prince had been free-roaming in the house since he was a baby. Chu Muyun often took him for walks on a leash. Unlike most rabbits, Prince wasn’t afraid of people or unfamiliar places. He only needed a day to adjust to his new home before scampering around everywhere.

Chu Muyun turned around to find him, a large, coffee-colored long-haired rabbit, gnawing on the sofa. He lunged forward to stop it. “Crown Prince, don’t chew on the sofa!”

He then told Lu Hanzhang, “Keep an eye on him after I leave. Don’t let him chew on things randomly.”

Lu Hanzhang nodded, “Okay.”

The director chuckled, “What an adorable rabbit! I saw him earlier, hiding under the coffee table with only his tail sticking out. I thought someone had stuffed a plush toy there.”

“He loves to run around everywhere,” Chu Muyun said.

“I’m off now,” he said, waving goodbye to his Sugar Daddy.

Lu Hanzhang stepped out of the camera’s view and handed him a bottle of Fiji water, “It’s a two- or three-hour drive to the airport. Take this with you.”

“Thanks.”

Chu Muyun left with the production crew for the airport, beginning over a month of closed-set filming.

Several days later, behind-the-scenes footage of his group’s departure was released online, unexpectedly sparking the first wave of buzz.

The production crew had indeed omitted Lu Hanzhang’s face from the footage. However, for reasons unknown, they retained the audio of their conversation and a shot of the hand reaching into the frame to hand Chu Muyun the water.

The brief clip was flooded with comments.

[How can Chu Muyun, an 18th-tier celebrity, afford such a luxurious villa?]

[Isn’t he just some young master from a wealthy family trying to make it in the entertainment industry?]

[I’m so jealous of the rich! Look at that huge courtyard and spacious house! The interior design must have cost a fortune.]

[I knew Gu Minglun was born for his role. He exudes an innate air of nobility.]

[Roommate? Is this roommate legit?]

[I want to steal that fridge! It’s full of all my favorite things! Cries]

[I’m so jealous of his fast metabolism! Cries]

[The roommate’s voice is quite pleasant.]

[It’s a shame we can’t see his face.]

[Don’t be too disappointed. He might be ugly in real life, and seeing him could shatter our illusions.]

[Bunny is so cute!]

[With a rabbit this adorable, who cares if it chews on the sofa!]

[Why is this rabbit so huge?!]

[To the commenter above: It’s an Angora Rabbit. They’re naturally this big.]

Meanwhile, Chu Muyun’s fans scrutinized the fleeting glimpse of the hand in the behind-the-scenes footage. The fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, the nails neatly trimmed. The wristwatch, visible for a split second, appeared to be a Patek Philippe, and even the water bottle being offered was a premium brand.

A person’s height is generally proportional to the length of their limbs. Just from the hand, you could tell this guy was tall and not overweight. His voice was deep and pleasant, and he clearly had money. With a face that was at least a 7 out of 10, he was undoubtedly a male god.

The fans had even given him a nickname: “Roommate Bro.”

Oh my god, are they really just roommates?

Zhou Wei had also watched the behind-the-scenes footage. He knew that Concubine Chu Muyun was on variety show, so he made sure to watch it.

But the moment he clicked play, he recognized the familiar layout of the interior and gaped in shock.

Wait, has my cousin been possessed?

The footage wasn’t of Lu Hanzhang’s ancestral home—Lu himself didn’t even live there—but of his most frequently used villa.

How could he allow the production crew to film there and even let his voice slip through? This was practically the same as publicly announcing his marriage to Chu Muyun! Who in the entertainment industry wouldn’t recognize him from this video?

As Zhou Wei watched, the comments kept flooding in:

[That hand is so pretty! Is he handsome? #Starstruck]

[Why won’t they show his face?!]

[This is getting a little too intimate. Could there be more to their relationship than just roommates?

[I have a bold theory: what if Chu Muyun is a young master from a wealthy family, and Roommate Bro is the male model he keeps at home?]

Zhou Wei spat out his water in a burst.

A Beijing tycoon becoming a kept man? Oh, wait, a male model? “Yangzhi Ganlu is a Bit Sweet” commenter, do you even realize what you’re suggesting? That’s way too bold of a theory!