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delicioussshame · 1 year

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So I was finishing wips. Have a vampire AU that was for Halloween.

Shen Qingqiu wakes up in a rush, almost jumping out of the bed, and shoves away his unexpected visitor.

Mu Qingfan retreats, contrite. "Shixiong, I apologise."

Yeah, right. If he really was sorry, he and his brethren would wake him up properly instead of pulling at his robes and trying to bite him as soon as they enter the room.

Shen Qingqiu sighs, sits up properly and loosens the collar of his robes.

Mu Qingfan recognises the invitation for what it is, instantly scooting closer and piercing Shen Qingqiu's neck.

Mu Qingfan's hold on him is relentless, leaving him no escape. Not that Shen Qingqiu would fight him off. His fellow peak lord needs to feed. Better him than one of his disciples, who wouldn't know what to do with themselves if a peak lord showed up in their room in the middle of the night.

So he focuses on his breathing until Mu Qingfan's suction slows down and stops, until he's done licking the wounds closed and releases Shen Qingqiu.

His voice is a bit shaky and his eyes, dilated, still glued to Shen Qingqiu's exposed neck when he thanks him for his continued support.

Shen Qingqiu waves him away, the lethargy caused by the bite and the late hour making anything more than lying on his bed, eyes already half closed and unbound hair flowing freely around him, unthinkable.

He falls back asleep still feeling Mu Qingfan's stare.

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Peak lord meetings suck. Sometimes literally.

It is perfectly logical that they are held in the dead of the night. It's not like the vampires could face the sun without repercussions, or at least, not easily.

Shen Qingqiu just like his sleep okay? And he's human; he needs sun to live. He's so grateful his peak is human-only and can function on a normal schedule. Not everyone can thrive like Liu Qingge, who loves being able to beat up his human students during the day and his vampire disciples during the night. Always a fight to be had! He never sleeps anyway, so what does it matter?

Then he tries to visit Qing Jing and bitches because everyone there sleeps at night.

Shen Qingqiu tries to smother his yawn, but he suspects he failed from the way Yue Qingyuan winces and looks guilty.

Shen Qingqiu doesn't get it. It's not Yue Qingyuan's fault he's a vampire. Shen Qingqiu doesn't blame him for the hours he has to keep or for the blood he needs to live.

Okay, he can be a little bit annoyed when he wakes up with fangs sunk in his neck and a whole lot of hungry, grabby vampire plastered against him, but anyone would. How hard is it to ask before you take? They can't be that mindless with need. They can feed whenever they want. There are plenty of volunteers who enjoy the process, or those like Shen Qingqiu who think that refusing them food would be cruel.

Shen Qingqiu spends the meeting half-aware, lazily fanning himself to keep sleep at bay. He wants his bed, and the prospect of getting back to it is both inviting and dreadful. It's far, far away, and the sect at night is eerie. Vampires have perfect night vision and make little to no sound, so it's not rare to believe oneself alone only to stumble on a bunch of disciples busy training in utter darkness.

So creepy.

Yue Qingyuan approaches, and Shen Yuan sighs. He doesn’t even know why the sect master bothers with this charade, but here we go. “It’s late. Shidi is tired, and his peak is far. Would he prefer to remain here for the night? Qiong Ding would gladly welcome him.”

He’s too tired for this bullshit. “Yes, Zhangmen-shixiong can feed on me if he’s hungry.” It’s not like everyone present doesn’t know that was what Yue Qingyuan was angling for.

Yue Qingyuan stumbles, obviously surprised by his bluntness. “Ah, I see. Well, if Shidi is sure… He can follow me.”

Qi Qingqi is probably the one laughing in the distance. Fucking vampire senses. She’s not getting his blood, that’s for sure.

Shen Qingqiu finds himself in the bedroom that might as well be his, considering how often he ends up spending the night here.

The familiarity does not help him staying awake. The bed is very comfy, and the sheets, soft. All he wants is to nest into it and sleep until noon.

Sadly, he can’t do that right now. “Shixiong was hungry, wasn’t he?” Shen Qingqiu shrugs his robes off his shoulders to give Yue Qingyuan access. “Here.”

Shen Qingqiu ignores the staring. Hungry vampires always stare.

Yue Qingyuan approaches, his steps so light they are inaudible, and takes Shen Qingqiu into his arms, which is a good thing because Shen Qingqiu is already half asleep; he will lose consciousness before Yue Qingyuan is done drinking from him. If the sect master doesn’t support him, Shen Qingqiu will crash and possibly hurt himself on Yue Qingyuan’s very sharp fangs.

Yue Qingyuan is always so careful with him. Shen Qingqiu has no fear of anything like this happening. Yue Qingyuan will drink his fill and tuck Shen Qingqiu in. Shen Qingqiu will wake up the next morning and return to Qing Jing Peak. Life goes on. Nothing to worry about.

The last thing he remembers is Yue Qingyuan’s hand petting his hair.

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“Shizun…”

Shen Qingqiu responds to Luo Binghe’s distressed tone instantly. “Binghe? Is there something wrong?”

Luo Binghe closes, obviously hesitant. “I’m sorry to bother Shizun, but I don’t know who else to turn to. I went to Qian Cao Peak and they said everything is fine, but I’m always, always hungry. Shizun lets me make as much food as I want, and it works for a while, but then hungers comes right back and I can’t soothe it. Shizun, what is happening to me?”

Oh. Right. In Proud Immortal Demon Way, Luo Binghe had turned to Ning Yingying at first, but his white lotus trusts him.

Binghe’s parentage being what it is, Binghe himself is a strange mix of his mother’s vampiric heritage and his father’s demonic blood, which makes him able to eat normal food and stand the sun, but crave blood. The cravings showed up alongside his demonic traits.

Shen Qingqiu doesn’t usually let disciples drink from him, but Binghe’s situation is different. He couldn’t exactly explain to others why he wasn’t born a vampire but needs blood now. “I believe Binghe doesn’t know who his parents are?”

“It’s always been my mother and me.”

“Are Binghe’s canines sharper than they used to?”

“What?” Luo Binghe passes his tongue over his teeth. “Maybe? I’m not certain. Why?”

Shen Qingqiu exposes his inner arm, pulls out Xiu Ya and makes a small incision on his arm. “Does this appeal to Binghe?”

He gets his answer from the way Luo Binghe’s eyes immediately go for the incision. “Hum, what is Shizun talking about?”

“The blood. Does Binghe want it?”

“Oh! Why would I… Oh. I… Maybe?”

“Sometimes, people born out of a human and a vampire don’t favor one or the other. It’s rare, but they can have characteristics of both. If Binghe has a vampiric parent, maybe he just developed a hunger for blood. Does he want to see if it helps?”

“Shizun wants me to… put my mouth on him!?”

Shen Qingqiu is confused. “How else are you going to try? Well, I suppose you could scoop out the blood.”

“No, if Shizun is fine with it, I have no issue! I just thought it would be disrespectful!”

“Binghe is never disrespectful. And I might be wrong about his condition.” He’s not.

Luo Binghe closes on him, obviously nervous. Who wouldn’t be? He was raised as a human. The idea of drinking blood must make him a bit queasy.

Luo Binghe takes Shen Qingqiu’s arm and lifts it to his mouth. “If Shizun would allow me.”

Shen Qingqiu nods and stays still when Luo Binghe’s presses his mouth to his arm and laps at his skin like a newborn kitten.

When Luo Binghe frees him, his eyes are dilated and he’s flushed from the blood he just ingested. “How is Binghe feeling?”

“Shizun was right. The strange hunger has calmed down.”

“I see. Well, since Binghe is a hybrid, he shouldn’t need much blood. He should probably keep this quiet, considering Qing Jing Peak does not allow vampires. When he’s hungry, he can come to me.”

Luo Binghe’s eyes widen. “Shizun will keep me and feed me himself?”

“Of course. Binghe is my disciple. Sending him away now makes no sense, and I would never let him starve.”

Tears fill his little sheep’s eyes. “This disciple will forever be grateful for his shizun’s support.”

“Think nothing of it. This is normal.”

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Shang Qinghua pushes back and wipes the blood off his mouth. “Never going to complain, but I don’t understand how you manage to be both so prudish and such a ho.”

That wakes Shen Qingqiu right up. “Excuse me? What did you just call me?”

“What else do I call the guy that offers himself to everyone, lets them into his bedroom, undresses for them and then acts like he has no idea what a tease he’s being?”

“What the fuck are you talking about. I’ve never teased anyone.”

“You’re so willing to “help out” Yue Qingyuan you have your own bedroom on his peak. You’re totally fine with people sneaking into your bed at night and pulling off your clothes. You leave them with your unconscious body without a single care. And yet, everyone knows you’d raise hell if they dared plant a chaste kiss on your lips. Talk about mixed messages!”

Are they living in the same world right now? “I am not the person who made blood a mandatory food source! You are! Everyone acts the same way here! Don’t make me sound like I’m easy.”

“Bro, you totally are. Sure, vampires need blood to live, but they’re usually way more lowkey about it. Feeding is kind of a taboo. You flaunting your availability the way you do is… let’s say provocative.”

“No it’s not! Everyone was begging Binghe to feed on them in the book! It wasn’t taboo at all!”

“Because Binghe was the main character of a stallion novel! Of course they act horny around him! They don’t around normal vampires!”

Shen Qingqiu’s stomach is starting to sink. “But how do vampires feed then?”

“It’s usually a private affair. You’d arrange for a meeting, where the human would probably be sitting in a chair, and offer his wrist to the vampire sitting beside him. None of your whole “slipping into the victim’s bed at night to bite their throat” Dracula schtick you’ve got going on. Not to mention most people stick to one vampire for health reasons. You’ve got half the peak lords drinking from you on the regular, not to mention Binghe. I’m surprised you haven’t been drained dry yet.”

“They don’t need that much blood. I’m perfectly fine. And why are you here if I’m the bargain bin? Get yourself your own blood bank then.” Oh god Shen Qingqiu is grocery store wine: always available because it’s cheap, but no one’s first choice.

“Well, feeding from you isn’t complicated. We appreciate the ease of access, okay? No weird conversations, just a few minutes where the price to pay for sweet, sweet blood is to ignore all the signals you’re sending. It’s fine. Also, congratulations. All those vampires that drink from you? Would kill for you in a heartbeat. We’re all aware that you’re not into it, that you’re just really willing to help, so you’ve captured everyone’s hearts. You’ve basically gathered a harem of devoted vampires.”

“I…” Shen Qingqiu is going to die. All this time where he thought he was just following the rules of this world, he was destroying Shen Qingqiu’s image by turning him into a floozy. “Kill me now. Please.”

“Nope. Not happening. I would be signing my death warrant, plus why would I? It’s fine. Everyone has accepted you’re strange, but no one will take advantage of it. You could be a bit more guarded, but honestly, at this point it would be meaningless. Keep doing what you’re doing. Everything is better for it.”

“I can’t. How can I face the sect master or my fellow peak lords now? They think I’m making moves on them!”

“No they don’t. They know you’re not. They don’t understand why you act the way you act, but they respect it. Changing now, that would attract attention you don’t want.”

Fuck. “I wish you hadn’t told me.”

“Maybe I should have done so earlier, but I was freaked out too before, and by the time we were close enough that I felt comfortable bringing up the subject, the damage was done.”

“Okay. Okay. I’m going to go on a mission for a couple weeks to recenter myself, and by the time I’m done, I will have integrated this. Don’t tell anyone why I’m leaving.”

“As if I would. As I said, I would be thrown into the sun if they found out I disturbed you. They treasure you and what you offer way more than they care about me.”

At least that’s a good thing? He apparently managed to gather an army to protect him from Luo Binghe when the time comes, so, success?

Shen Qingqiu blanches. “Oh no. Binghe. Are you telling me I’ve been putting the moves on Luo Binghe!?!”

“Believe me, that’s not a problem. He seems to be perfectly fine with it.”

“I’m a shame of a teacher!”

“Nah, you just wanted to help him. Bing-ge isn’t dumb. I’m sure he understood that.”

“I should arrange for someone else for him to feed on.”

“How are you going to explain it without Bing-ge feeling like he’s being rejected? The status quo is your best path here.”

He’s right. Binghe is very susceptible to rejection. He won’t take well to Shen Qingqiu refusing to feed him. “Shit.”

“You dug your own grave, now lie in it. Pun intended.”

Shen Qingqiu hates Shang Qinghua so, so much.

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“Shizun.”

Shen Qingqiu is instantly on his guard. His lover’s unease is palpable. “What is it?”

“Shizun is mine now, right?”

“Just as Binghe is mine.”

“Then, there is something I must discuss with Shizun. I’ve known for a long time that Shizun is very generous and companionate. He considers it his duty to offer his blood to vampires.”

Oh. Oh no. This is where this is going. “Binghe, this isn’t something we need to-“

“I must apologise to Shizun, but we must discuss this. I would never blame Shizun for being so kind, but as his future husband, I insist he stops accepting visits from men during the night.”

Shen Qingqiu chokes. “Binghe! That’s not how it is and you know it! You lived with me for years!”

Luo Binghe nods. “I did. I am aware that nothing untoward was happening. Still, the appearances are damning. Now that Shizun is attached to me, those who want to feed from him can choose someone else, or make a proper appointment so that I can chaperone.”

“I’m sorry? Did Binghe just imply I need a chaperone?”

“Shizun doesn’t need one, but he should have one so that no one can doubt his honor.”

“Binghe, I did not intend on allowing others in our shared bedroom at night. Arrangements will be made to protect our privacy. Your presence is unnecessary.” He can’t imagine letting someone bite him while Luo Binghe glowers and urges them to hurry.

“But Shizun is mine to protect!”

“None of my fellow peak lords are a danger to me. They will all respect my will and my promise to you. Calm down.”

“Shizun is certain he doesn’t need his Binghe by his side?”

“I am certain. All propriety will be respected.” No matter what Shen Qingqiu says, Binghe will be sulking for days, he’s sure, but that’s life with an overprotective stallion protagonist as a partner.

“Fine. I trust Shizun. But I will slaughter anyone who dares to be untoward toward him.”

Honestly, Shen Qingqiu expected nothing less. “If anyone dares, I’ll cheer you on.”

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Bonus

“Mu-shidi, if you would?”

“What is it, Zhangmen-shixiong?”

“It’s about Qingqiu-shidi. Have you noticed anything… different since he woke up?”

“What does he mean?”

“He’s been… more willing to help than usual.”

“Ah. You mean around vampires. I did notice, and I wasn’t the only one.”

“So you know! Is he all right? Being this forward is… very unusual for him.”

“Lack of inhibitions can result of a qi deviation. I did examine him, and haven’t found anything wrong. He seems to function perfectly well in society beside this, maybe even better than before, so I do not believe it’s a major issue.”

“But what if someone were to take advantage of his condition?”

“Shen-shixiong is still quite able to defend himself, and while he’s being a bit too vulnerable, I haven’t noticed any concrete hint of him making advances at anyone. The sect is a safe environment. We’ll be careful around him.”

“I can trust Mu-shidi to keep an eye on Qingqiu-shidi?”

“Of course.”

“A professional eye.”

“…Obviously.”

“Thank you. I will be doing the same. Qingqiu-shidi will remain safe. I’ll make sure of it.”

#The Scum Villain Self Serving System #Scum Villain #BingQiu #but not a lot of ti

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ryukoishida · 3 years

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QianQiu/Thousand Autumns Fic: In which gang leader!YWS and school teacher!SQ falls in love.

Title: You’re a Problem I Encounter Fandom: Qian Qiu / Thousand Autumns Characters/Ships: YanShen Rating: NSFW eventually Chapter: 1/? Summary: Yan Wushi was the proud leader of Huan Yue Group, one of the most influential syndicates in the underground world, who wanted nothing more than to see the world burn. His accidental encounter with the pure-hearted school teacher Shen Qiao was a problem he didn’t expect to get entangled in. A/N: A syndicate!AU that literally nobody asks for. It’s also been awhile since I last wrote a fic, so please excuse awkward/bad writing. Sobs. List of Chapters: [1] [2] [3]

i. First Encounter

“Tie the pretty boy up nice and tight,” Sang Jingxing ordered his subordinates in a lazy drawl, his face half hidden in the shadow of the poorly lit room, but even the darkness couldn’t conceal the cruel smile crawling along the lips of the deputy leader of He Huan Group. As he stepped away from the wall and began walking towards his captive, his grin widening when he saw how much of a mess his men had made of the young man, his foot crushed the discarded glasses that’d been knocked off the man’s face during the brief but vicious fight.

There were no windows, just a lone, bare lightbulb swinging back and forth from the ceiling casting a meager glow of light in the underground chamber.

Glancing down at the half-conscious man bound at the wrists behind his back, Sang Jingxing grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced his neck to crane back.

“We don’t want you running back to your daddy so soon again, do we?”

The only response he received was a pained groan. A sound that sent trills of excitement down Sang Jingxing’s back.

It had taken four trained men to finally take Shen Qiao down. By the time the scuffle ended, Xiao Se had an impressive bruise on his right cheek, Yan Shou had bloodied scratches along one of his arms, Huo Xijing had been elbowed directly in the solar plexus and was still recovering on the ground, and Bai Rong was smart enough to retreat just after receiving a blow that barely missed her eyes.

After a valiant attempt at escaping, Shen Qiao was no match for the sheer number of guards Sang Jingxing had assigned to keep him under surveillance in the end.

“At least not before we get what we want, isn’t that right, my dear?” Sang Jingxing turned towards the woman with an overly saccharine smile.

Yuan Xiuxiu rolled her eyes at her partner’s theatrics, but after working and managing He Huan Group together for so many years, she was used to his antics by now, so she merely ran a hand through her wavy hair and replied, “I don’t care what you do with the boy – torture him, fuck him – do whatever you want. Just don’t go overboard. We still need him alive if we were to negotiate with Qi Fengge.”

“Whatever you say, dear,” Sang Jingxing said to Yuan Xiuxiu’s retreating back as the leader of He Huan Group slammed the cell door shut behind her without another word.

There were no windows, just a lone, bare lightbulb swinging back and forth from the ceiling casting a meager glow of light in the underground chamber.

“Ah… Shen Qiao. Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it was to steal you away under Qing Fengge’s nose?” he’d released his grip on Shen Qiao’s hair, and his head lolled forward like a broken, ragged doll. Blood streaks on his face made his complexion more pallid, and the only sign that he was still breathing was the shallow rise and fall of his chest.

Sang Jingxing continued, circling his captured prey like a hawk. “I get that you’re his adopted son, but you aren’t even meant to be his successor, so why does he spent so much of his resources on protecting you?”

He wasn’t really expecting an answer, but he wanted to have fun with the boy first before he dived straight into business. With a leering, animalistic gleam in his eye, Sang Jingxing reached out towards Shen Qiao’s bruised face, thumb roughly brushing against the man’s lower lip as he tried to force his finger past the seam of his lips.

Though Shen Qiao was in no shape to fight back, he was not a man who surrendered as long as a drop of strength still remained inside him. He twisted away from his captor’s hand and swiftly angled his head to bite Sang Jingxing’s finger with a snarl, hazel eyes bloodshot from what little adrenaline still lingered in his system during the fight.

Sang Jingxing hissed in pain, fury flashing across his eyes as he yanked his hand back, and Shen Qiao felt a sharp blow across his cheek just a short second later. Taste of iron flooded in his mouth.

“Playing hard-to-get is cute the first time around,” Sang Jingxing muttered while inspecting the teeth marks Shen Qiao had inflicted on him, before he put his hand on Shen Qiao once more, “but I don’t have that much patience, even for a beauty like you.”

He wrapped his fingers around Shen Qiao’s neck and started to squeeze with real intent to hurt.

“Yan Wushi, how did you—!” Yuan Xiuxiu’s muffled high-pitched exclaim transmitted through the thin walls of the basement and was interrupted by a distressed scream.

Before Sang Jingxing could react or shout for backup, he heard the men who were stationed outside the cell yelped in surprise and agony, and two successive bodily thuds later, the cell door was busted open.

Two men strode in with confident steps. The one leading had a cold, lethal look to his maroon eyes, the streak of star-silver locks a stark contrast to his otherwise dark, slicked back hair. In between his index and middle fingers was a small silver blade, still dripping with fresh blood of his latest victims; he wiped the blood off with a clean handkerchief that the younger man standing just half a step behind him handed him with the kind of easy elegance that one couldn’t simply mimic.

“Sang Jingxing, has He Huan Group lost so much money these days that you can’t even afford decent guards anymore?” the older man sneered.

“Leader Yan,” the utter of the respectful title was pleasant enough, but they’d been rivals long enough to know that there was no amiability in this exchange, “what’s the meaning of this?”

“I heard you got yourself a new plaything,” Yan Wushi said, glancing over at the barely conscious Shen Qiao with one of his eyebrows raised, “is that him?”

“What is it to you?” Sang Jingxing asked, narrowing his eyes. His flexed his fingers instinctively, his muscles taut and itching to reach for the revolver tucked inside his suit jacket. If anything, at least he was certain that the bullet would find its target faster than Yan Wushi could cause any real damage with his infamous silver blade. It had been awhile since they last confronted each other face to face like this, but Sang Jingxing could never forget the scars and humiliation of defeat from their last meeting.

“Oh, calm down,” Yan Wushi chuckled, the other man’s subtle signs to initiate the first attack all too obvious under his trained observation, “I’m not here to pick a fight, unless you’ve already forgotten what that was like the last time that happened.”

Sang Jingxing pressed his lips tight, silent anger threatening to boil over in the form of whipping out his revolver and pulling the trigger, but he didn’t dare — not when he knew he’d already lost. The fear of losing once again to this man – this monster – was simmering at the back of his mind, and he had a feeling that he wouldn’t be able to get away with just a long, ugly cut along his back this time.

“That’s what I thought,” the corner of Yan Wushi’s lips curved up slightly into a cold smile, “let’s not waste any time here. I’ll take what I want, and then we’ll each go our separate ways, hmm?”

“Yu Shengyan,” the leader of Huan Yue Group commanded his assistant with a nod towards the bloodied man still tied up in the chair a few steps away from them. Without further instructions, Yu Shengyan quickly ran over to Shen Qiao and started to cut the ropes loose. With practiced swipes of his switchblade, it took him only a short moment before he freed Shen Qiao.

At this point, Shen Qiao had already completely fainted, and when released from his restraints, he fell forward limply into Yu Shengyan’s arms.

“What do you want with Qi Fengge’s kid anyway?” Sang Jingxing asked. Though he’d given up on trying to keep Shen Qiao in his possession, curiosity still got the best of him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Yan Wushi only said with a laugh.

Carrying Shen Qiao on his back, Yu Shengyan followed his master out of the dank basement cell, thrilled that he got to witness Yan Wushi scaring the shit out of Sang Jingxing and his minions, but mostly confused about the purpose of this confrontation. He didn’t know what to expect when Yan Wushi had suddenly ordered him to come to He Huan Group’s headquarters. To be honest, the young assistant had been half-expecting the gang leader to start a bloodshed for one reason or another — after all, it wouldn’t have been the first time Yan Wushi went off the rails due to the most miniscule of reasons — but he’d never thought they’d be rescuing a stranger.

They were rescuing him, right? Yu Shengyan was hesitant as he carefully placed the unconscious man into the back of the car before slipping into the driver’s seat. Glancing over at his master out of the corner of his eye, the young man almost felt sorry for Shen Qiao, for he recognized that particular look on Yan Wushi’s face.

It probably would not bode well for the man still unaware of what he’d gotten himself into by getting accidentally entangled into Yan Wushi’s life.

#qian qiu #thousand autumns #shan he jian xin #yanshen #yan wushi #shen qiao #bowie's crappy writing

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laughing-one · 5 years

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So we also have the books Nei Kung or Nei Gong by Kosta Danaos which is a bit of a dissapointment as revealed in the review i will paste for your own perusal.. of course the seeking of power is an interesting thing that brings up the question of ETHICS.. which steiner apparently talked alot about with the "free spiritual" i can't say mpre bc i barely have my own time/energy to peruse him bc i have to meditate and restore zeee cheeeee.. but THEN we have clearer books on the cultivation of the twin votices/forms of chi/the unified whole ((that Walter Russell and others from physics backgrounds sciences, mystical traditions seem to grasp in different ways.. so how do we bring it together!!)) which is in 'Taoist Yoga: Alchemy and Immortality" which goes into the techniques waaaay more but unfortunately this metjod is only for penis people. Probably bc of the crap patriarchy that has mostly kept this knowledge to themselves but it REGARDLESS focuses on the purity of heart necessary for such endeavors..

I learned of the secons book fr om a guy Drew Hempel who has a blog and has been all over the internet talking about studying with chi gong masters in minnesota ect.. and answers questions freely about all this..

Anyway i started learning about this since my insight as a child that all this was real and seeing the star wars movies ((George Lucas based the films off of studing chi gong masters.. one character named "qui gong jinn" taken from chinese yoga and the 'Jinn' of middle eastern mysticism.. plus Georgie is a freemason or whatever))

So then i started thinking oh my god this is real shit!! But inhad NO ONE to talk to and BOY OH BOY did i fuck up when these questions were burning inside me as a late adolescent then even more as an early adult and DID NOT SPEAK TO T ABOUT IT and then he tested me and tried to focus me on my INTENT in an email wherin i couldn't even respond tl his questions which was strange to him.. yes i should've tried harder and stopped smoking thaaaaa haha bc this shit isnt for an unethical population!! Hence also the problem with the current MIT Media Lab that was found connected to Epstein and Gates etc..and their MAIN FOCUS is on technologically "enhancing" society.. they do not talk enough about ethics or the necessary intensification of consciousness to obtain a population that can WORK TOGETHER AND YET RETAIN THEIR OWN INDIVIDUALITY SO WE CAN SUPRACONSCIOUSLY DO SOME COOL STUFF TOGETHER MAYBE??!

So yes i'm going to buy the book!! And i've emailed Hempel a couple times but this stuff is really coming to a head especially now seeing as i DENIED THESE BURNING QUESTIONS AND DEEP NEEDS TO KNOW i dont know WHY i need to know but i just know it was extremely important.. and so because i convinced myself "well im a bad person for wanting to unsderstand and keep this ancient and new knowledge alive and blend it with physics.. but im bad bc im not ethical bc i hate society and myself and T retained his memory and remembered being and i got jealous of alll that and felt "unworthy" and i should really just ignore all this shit" and so became more and more unhappy haha..

I dunno..

Then you have Mark Gershon who has a completely different language and a trinitary view based on Love Truth AND Power.. he says the reason we are failing is we don't even look at power or something i dunno.. i'm putting words in his mouth cuz im tired!! Anyway the question of power seems PRETTY IMPORTANT. I do NOT want to go along with MIT Media Labs and these billionaire people investing in machine intelligence BUT NOT QI GONG MASTERY catch my drift?? Both need responsible power??

And i still can't figure out T's motives in all this. I don't understand ANYTJ IN G ok!!

Drew Hempel is right though.. in adolescence we start to lose our connection with the one and psyhcic powers/connection.. but i'm not sure that is just evolutionarily natural but also influenced by our phase in consciousness which Gebser and Steiner tried to bring awareness to etc.. i dunnl too many books and my face xestroyed. But i know and knew (would never have admitted it tho bc i wasn't able to be more conscious of it) that i will never be happy unless we figure this out and my face is destroyed already hahaahah

This is what Alicia's warning (can't share her name i promised someone) That if we don't pursue our soul we atrophy and the soul leaves the body. Great!! This has already happened in my case many years ago and I WISH YOU COULD HAVE SEEN ME LAST YEAR bc i made a geat attempt at becomeing 'the new ager" and i was having crazy synchroniicity everyday again and absolutely explainable experienves which was leading me and now GONE bc i had to be put on probation 3 years after the incident bc the psychological evaluations had to be postponed twice and the legal bullshit etc.. then i got very depressed!! I was happy everyday i tried and my face was fucked then and now its worse..!!

Well im not going to send the first review bc this email is too long!! But here is Drew Hempel's review of the second book i mentioned.

"I discovered this book around 1999 and practiced it seriously while also getting energy healing from an amazing qigong master in Minnesota. I progressed rapidly. When the electromagnetic energy gets strong then the centers of the hands and feet and top of the head pulsate with electromagnetic force, "breathing" - requiring little physical breathing. Also water is created inside the skull - the ambrosia - so drinking water is next to not needed and then less sleep is needed. After 8 days on only half a glass of water my energy was very strong - electromagnetic fields out of the center of the brain enabling telepathy. This is described in the book as a minor serenity and enlightenment experience that will cause confusion the first time it happens. Yes when the spacetime vortex kicks in - the dizziness - you have to focus your spirit in the lower tan tien - below and behind the navel.

The lower tan tien, btw, has not been discovered yet by Western science, but any lust thoughts cause the mind to trigger chi energy down the spine which instantly deconverts the chi in the lower tan tien into fluid. So then purification has to burn or ionize that fluid back into chi energy - this is why purity of heart is the focus of the chapter one. The "sea of chi" is below the lower tan tien - it is the separation from the heart spirit energy at puberty - so that the previous third eye abilities get lost and become subconscious. Contrary to what people think - just creating light in the center of the skull - this is done first by purification of the heart which must continue and build up - the virtue or "Te" of the Tao Te Ching. That's why real qigong masters are so rare.

Finally watch out for "The False Fire of the Heart" problem which means the more your build up your chi, the more others will be attracted to you which then, again, deconverts your chi, to activate your jing energy. If you go along with this attraction - giving them energy then they suck up your chi energy but you think your jing energy is activated. Again jing energy is ONLY activated through purity of mind. If you have life force activation from lust this is just the deconversion of chi. Tantra is limited to just lower level chi energy - called "yin chi" in this book - the sublimation of yin jing into yang jing (yin chi). So in actuality these so-called antiquated terms, jing, chi, and shen, are more precise.

I studied this book for 10 years before I figured out this specific problem. So first the "yin chi" has to fill up the lower tan tien before the real chi is activated - the "yang chi" from the "yuan chi" or yin spirit. Or from replacing lost "yuan chi" with food chi and purity of mind - over again. So again purity of heart-mind is the foundation and the deepening practice. So then when the lower tan tien finally does fill up, the burning heat kicks in, the tummo energy - and yes you can practice the "small universe" or microcosmic orbit before that - but when the fire kicks in - ideally you convert the yin chi into yang chi (yin spirit) and you let the light guide the movement of the cycle.

This is the immortal breathing stage - the shen or spirit light energy goes in and up while the electromagnetic chi is the breathing (since it can convert into oxygen through the pulsating chi). This is like Nirvikalpa samadhi in Indian yoga - aka "Breathless ecstasy" as Sri Yuketswar called it. So this is an advanced stage and the energy must continued to be built up and stored in the lower tan tien - if you use it then you lose it and it has to be rebuilt. At this stage you can do advanced healing but you will lose the enrgy. O.K. so that should hold people for awhile - then eventually the third eye opens up enough to see spirits - but it is still easy to "fall back into worldliness."

So to fully open up the third eye requires building up the intensity of the spirit light energy. This book explains how to do it, only you are up against the world around you always lowering your frequency. So ideally there will be a pure place to practice with little outside interference. The internet is too much dirty energy, pretty much the modern world in general - television, movies, etc. I saw one meditation book requiring two miles of distance in seclusion from the nearest village. haha. Nevertheless this stuff is real and people should at least study the book and practice it to the best possibility. This is a tantra book, meaning it's based on visualization energy focus instead of emptiness (spacetime) focus. The foundation of reality is emptiness (consciousness) and Emptiness therefore is a safer route to practice while tantra practice is much faster but also more risk involved"

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Please donate to my campaign. My goal is to get friends for Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan almost jumps out of his skin when he hears a knock on the door. No one had ever visited Luo Binghe since he came to stay here, and he had gotten the impression that it wasn’t that Luo Binghe had sent his usual visitors away for his guest’s sake. He does believe that his favorite student had been dreadfully lonely, these past few years.

How somehow as endearing as Luo Binghe ended up alone and friendless, Shen Yuan cannot fathom.

Still, if someone is knocking on the door, the doorman must have let them in? It must be important then. Shen Yuan cannot imagine nobodies are allowed anywhere within this complex.

He thinks about texting Luo Binghe to ask, but what if he disturbs him? He must be busy, away at his important job while Shen Yuan does nothing but lazing around. And Luo Binghe did imply that he wouldn’t be ashamed of Shen Yuan’s presence no matter what, so… let’s test that, shall we?

Shen Yuan opens the door.

Shang Qinghua’s frazzled expression faces him.

Shen Yuan almost closes the door in his former colleague’s face.

“Wait, what, Shen Yuan?! Woah, I had no idea you went back to your parents, I thought you said that bridge had burned. Anyway, would love to catch up, but I’m on the clock and at the wrong place, sorry, gotta go or my boss is gonna kill me, bye!”

Shen Yuan stops Shang Qinghua by the shoulder to stop him from leaving. “If you were looking for Luo Binghe, not that I have any idea why you would be, you’re not at the wrong place.”

“Really? Why? How? Is there a story here? Cause it sure seems like there’s a story here. Tell me the story! But later, I have to deliver this?” He waves a boring manilla envelope like it’s supposed to make sense.

“Who still sends letters?”

Shang Qinghua shrugs. “My boss.”

“You’re a mail carrier now? Nice upgrade.”

“Well, I do what I have to do, I don’t live with the country’s most eligible bachelor. Seriously Bro, what happened here? Isn’t he a bit young for you?”

Shen Yuan is sure his blush is terribly incriminating, but he can’t help it.

“Wow. You have to tell me now.”

Shang Qinghua is acting terribly familiar for a guy Shen Yuan hasn’t seen since graduation. “Why should I?”

But Shang Qinghua has already let himself in, unceremoniously dropping the envelope on the nearest table and taking everything in with wide eyes before he lets himself fall on Luo Binghe’s designer couch without a care in the world. “C’mon. Fess up.”

“How about you? Why are you even here? For all I know you’re a thief trying to rob the place.”

Shang Qinghua snorts. “Not exactly my speed.” He shrugs. “Teaching didn’t pay the bills, got an administrative assistant job instead and somehow ended up working for one of Luo Binghe’s associates, hence the private delivery service. How about you? When I saw you earlier, I was sure you were retired and profiting off that sweet family money, but was I wrong? Or is this those Shen connections at work?”

Shen Yuan frowns. Why did he even tell this guy about his family again?

Oh yes, because he had been young, stupid and drunk: the university experience. “No. Luo Binghe is a former student of mine. I’m visiting.”

Shang Qinghua gives him the world’s judgiest look. “Visiting.”

Shen Yuan nods, face still as a lake. “Visiting.”

“While Luo Binghe isn’t there.”

Shen Yuan nods again. “It’s a long visit. I’m staying here right now.”

“At your former student’s house. Look, I’m just gonna say it: sleeping with your student is bad. Don’t do it! That way lies lawsuits!”

“Former student! And it’s not like that!” Technically correct. They haven’t slept together, not in the way Shang Qinghua implies they did. “He’s just lonely and a bit deluded. It’ll pass.”

Probably.

No, not even Shen Yuan believes it at this point. One can only be kissed so often before one has to face reality: Luo Binghe certainly thinks he cares about Shen Yuan more than a student should care about any teacher.

Shen Yuan just isn’t sure what he should do about it.

“If it’s not like that, which, Bro, you’re not making a good case for, you’re staying with him because…?”

“I’m on vacation?” Shen Yuan lies back on the cool leather. “It’s a nice place for it, and cheap.”

“And your “former student” was eager to host you. You, his high school teacher? Because from what my boss told me, Luo Binghe isn’t exactly famous for his openness. I’m half-certain Mobei-Jun sent me here as punishment. He wanted someone else to chew me up this time.”

Shen Yuan snorts. “Still very competent, I see.”

“Well, at least I was teaching my students, not offering “extra credits” if they stayed after class. And since when are you into men, anyway? You always acted like you didn’t notice when men hit on you.”

“Men never hit on me.”

It’s Shang Qinghua’s turn to laugh. “Glad to see that didn’t change. Luo Binghe must be something, to have managed to get through you. What did he tell you, that he wanted to bend you over the nearest desk? Anything less and you’d have been blind to it.”

For fuck’s sake can Shang Qinghua stop saying shit that embarrasses the hell out of Shen Yuan? It’d be very appreciated.

“Oh shit, he totally did! Go him! Did it work? Tell me it worked!”

“No! Can’t you shut up for once in your meaningless life!”

“Not gonna happen. I need to know more. He made a move, and you’re living with him now? His charisma must be something else. At that speed, when’s the wedding? No, wait, how long has this been going on? We haven’t seen each other in forever, you might have been “visiting” for three years as far as I know.”

This is torture. “Didn’t you say you had somewhere to be?”

Shang Qinghua waves his attempt at deflection away. “Forget it, this is way more interesting. Even Mobei-Jun will want in on this. Sooooo?”

Shen Yuan sighs. “I’ve only been here a few weeks. As I said, it’s just a vacation. I’ll leave once the school year starts again.”

“Why can’t you stay here anyway? That dear student of yours must want to keep you, right? Unless you’re really being bankrolled by your parents, this is way nicer than anything you could possibly afford.”

“No matter what he says, I’m not becoming Luo Binghe’s trophy wife.”

Shang Qinghua’s eyes widen. “Ooh, your student wanna be your daddy? He’s paying you to keep you around, is that it? Oh, that has to be it. Explains the weird evasiveness thing you’ve got going on. Never knew you had it in you. I’m impressed, really. Much better gig than my own. I wish my boss would pay me to lounge around on his expensive furniture. I’d be great at that. Plus, you know, it’s not like it’d be a hardship. Mobei-Jun is scorching. I’d be his arm candy any day. Maybe he’d be less likely to murder me that way.”

Shen Yuan longs desperately to return to the web novel he so cruelly abandoned to let his worst nightmare in. “I’d give you my job, but honestly Binghe deserves better.” Better than Shen Yuan, too. “At least you’re into men. Makes things easier.”

Shang Qinghua’s face falls. “Are you telling me you’re not into him? Like, at all? Why are you even here then? The money can’t be that good. Return to your parents and get them to arrange a marriage to a rich heiress. Same result, plus you’re attracted to your partner. Better?”

Shen Yuan flinches in horror. “No! Not better! My parents AND some spoiled brat who only cares about my name? Fuck no. Binghe is infinitely better than that!”

Shang Qinghua laughs. “So you do like him! Good for you! Go get him, tiger!”

“No! Well, yes I do, Binghe is very likable, but not like that!”

“Oh my god can you hear the shit that comes out of your mouth? Look, you obviously trust him enough to agree to be his live-in boy toy, and okay, I haven’t seen you in forever, but whatever you’re doing is visibly agreeing with you. What were you doing anyway? It’s not like Luo Binghe is here most of the day.”

Shen Yuan shrugs. “Catching up on my reading, mostly.”

Shang Qinghua chokes. “Fuck you. He’s paying you to read? While I’m still trying to get pay to write? I hate you with every single atom of my being.”

“Wait, you’re still writing? Please tell me you’ve upgraded genre, at least.”

“Well…”

“Oh god show me now so I can change your mind before you waste even more of your life on this trash,” says Shen Yuan like he hadn’t caved and spent Luo Binghe’s hard-earned money on extras for novels he hates.

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Luo Binghe is caught completely off guard by the loud voices echoing in his home. Even with Laoshi here, silence is what usually he’s greeted with.

Today, Shen Yuan’s voice is alight with what sounds like righteous anger. He can’t quite place the second one.

Luo Binghe follows the call like a sailor freed from his bonds.

He finds Shen-laoshi half-draped over his chair, Mobei-Jun’s lackey sitting at the desk Luo Binghe had bought for his teacher alone, both of them apparently enraptured with an argument about… bad literature?

Luo Binghe wishes he could be pleased with the sight of Shen-laoshi being this animated, but he can’t. He’s not the one who caused it. This little, insignificant man did, to the point that neither of them noticed his approach.

Luo Binghe taps Shen Yuan’s shoulder. “Laoshi.”

Both of them turn toward him, but only Shen-laoshi gets Luo Binghe’s tongue down his throat.

He is very pleased with the outraged look on his teacher’s face. “Binghe! Not in front of the guest!”

The interloper jumps out of Laoshi’s chair. “Guest? What guest? There is no guest, no one here’s. In fact, I should have left hours ago, oh god Mobei-Jun is going to kill me. Shen Yuan, please give Luo Binghe the envelope, sorry for bothering you both, talk to you later, gotta go byyyye!”

Luo Binghe watches the little man flee in terror with satisfaction. Good riddance.

Let’s see him try to contest Luo Binghe’s claim now. “How does Laoshi know Mobei-Jun’s personal assistant?”

“We studied together in college.”

Luo Binghe pouts. How could an old friend of Shen-laoshi find him here? “Were you two close?”

Shen Yuan shrugs. “Not especially. Why do you ask?”

That can’t be true. They were so at ease around each other. It can take Luo Binghe hours to get Shen-laoshi this relaxed.

He stays silent.

Shen Yuan stares at him. “Binghe.”

“…Yes?”

“I realise this is going to sound ridiculous, and for that I’m sorry, but are you.., jealous? Of Shang Qinghua?”

Luo Binghe might be pouting harder. “No. Why would I be jealous of one of Shen-laoshi’s friends he never told me about.”

A (very cute) smile appears shows up on Shen Yuan’s face. “You. Luo Binghe. Are jealous of Shang Qinghua.”

He dares to laugh! It’s not funny!

This time, Luo Binghe is definitely pouting harder.

“Binghe. Binghe. You’re you. Shang Qinghua is… Shang Qinghua. What do you have to be jealous about? He’s just Shang Qinghua! Come back to your senses!”

Well, that does cheer Luo Binghe right up. “Shen-laoshi likes me better!”

Shen Yuan rolls his eyes. “Of course I do.”

Luo Binghe’s chest remains warm for the rest of the day.

#The Scum Villain Self Serving System #Scum Villain #BingQiu #That AU where LBH and SY fail to negociate their sugar relationship

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Okay, so my plans for this one is to publish it by itself on AO3 once it’s done, which, I hope (strangled laughter) shouldn’t be in a year, so do what you want with that info. In the meantime, have the first part of a silly modern AU.

For fuck’s sake, there is no way that’s Luo Binghe.

Shen Yuan had a very clear idea of what Luo Binghe would look like. A white lotus like him had to be a small, shy, bespectacled young man. He’d probably sit by the wall, only daring to glance up occasionally to look for Shen Yuan anxiously.

The man who is refusing a woman’s overture for the third time cannot be him. It must be a coincidence that he’s wearing something that looks like what Luo Binghe said he would have on.

That must be it. Reassured, Shen Yuan starts looking for the little sheep he’d taken under his wing. Could he be the guy engrossed by his phone sitting at his right? Meh, maybe, but-

“Shizun!”

Shen Yuan is instantly mortified. The nickname was cute when they were talking cultivation novels online, but here, in real life? That’s why Shen Yuan insisted on them sharing their real names: to save himself the embarrassment of being the kind of nerd who calls themselves by a fake, geeky name in public!

Then again, since he looks like that, Luo Binghe could be larping surrounded by a crowd while wearing a shirt with a naked waifu on it and still he’d get hit on, Shen Yuan bets. A face this stunning must act as a shield, making him impervious to embarrassment.

Shen Yuan is not impervious to embarrassment. He dashes to the table where, apparently, his disciple is waiting for him. “Luo Binghe.”

He almost flinches under the strength of the beaming smile he’s faced with. “Yes! Shizun! It’s good to finally meet you in person!”

It would be better if you were not calling me Shizun. “The feeling is mutual.” Kind of.

Luo Binghe pushes a paper bag in his direction. “Please accept these as a token of gratitude for your guidance. I know it’s not much, but I hope you can enjoy it anyway.”

Shen Yuan opens the bag with no small amount of trepidation, to discover half a bakery’s stock of desserts, sweets, cakes and other patisseries.

How did he know of Shen Yuan’s weaknesses?

Shen Yuan quickly closes the bag. It would be gauche to eat outside food in a café. “This really wasn’t necessary, though it all looks delicious. Where did you buy them? Did you find a good shop already?”

Luo Binghe shakes his head. “No. I made them, so if they’re subpart, I’m the only one to blame.”

Come on! This guy cooks? At this level? Shen Yuan can feed himself, but a glance was all it took to know how outclassed he was. How is he the shizun here? “I’m sure they’re delicious.” They smell like it, anyway. “So you’re already settled down enough to bake? Moving wasn’t too much of a hardship then?”

“No, everything went well. I’m ready for the term to start.”

He’d better be, since he was accepted at Tsinghua University. How did poor Luo Binghe, who grew up in a small village in the middle of nowhere, swing that, Shen Yuan doesn’t know, but he must be smart as hell. Shen Yuan himself is no slouch, having graduated from Peking University, but it took the “help and encouragement” of his parents and his parents’ many contacts.

Not that they’re here to talk college education, unless Luo Binghe is planning to have much more fun than Shen Yuan did during his own college years. “Still, I suppose that didn’t give you much time for reading.”

“I did read! I had nothing but time on the train, so I finished Shizun’s latest recommendation. As he said, the heroine was the best part. I really liked when…”

This. This is why they’re here: for Shen Yuan to coach Luo Binghe in the ways of decent online literature, stirring him away from complete trash and protecting his innocence from the worst of the worst. He’d known from the first comment Luo Binghe had posted that he was too pure for this world, and that it was his duty as the last bastion of criticism to keep him that way.

He likes to think he did pretty well. Luo Binghe took to his teachings easily. Before he knew it, Shen Yuan had an online friend always eager to get his recommendations and to discuss them with him.

Shen Yuan had thought that maybe Luo Binghe didn’t have that many friends, or that he was socially awkward, but that is very obviously not the case. He can hear the girls oh so coincidentally sitting nearby giggling and congratulating themselves that Luo Binghe hadn’t been waiting for his girlfriend, but only a friend, which meant they still had a chance!

Ha! As if! The only way Luo Binghe didn’t have a girlfriend was if he left her behind to come study here in Beijing. Shen Yuan is sure that won’t last. He’ll probably find someone as soon as school begins.

In the meantime, he might as well take it easy. Reading more books, discovering the cities, getting to know his neighbours; he should take some time to do all this before he is swarmed by his studies.

Still, this is nice. Shen Yuan isn’t the most sociable person ever, vastly preferring to remain indoor by himself to making small talk, but this is a good combination of both! He can talk books with someone who listens to him while drinking his bubble tea and nibbling on snacks. He could get used to this.

“Could I have your phone number?”

Shen Yuan shakes himself back to the conversation. “Sure, but why?” They’ve always written one another before.

“Now that I live nearby, wouldn’t this be easier?”

Shen Yuan swears by the written word, but if Luo Binghe wants to call him from time to time, he can probably deal. “Fine.”

His pupil looks too happy to have gotten a simple phone number. Maybe he really doesn’t have many friends? Aww, don’t worry, you’ll do great here, away from the hicks that couldn’t appreciate you.

“Now that I’m here, there are a few places I’d like to visit. The city had museums, theatres, libraries, everything! Would Shizun mind being my guide?”

Luo Binghe did not need to punctuate that request with puppy eyes. It was overkill. “Are you sure you want to go with me? Shouldn’t you go with friends your age, or your girlfriend?”

“Shizun isn’t old! He’s only eight years older than me! It’s perfectly acceptable!”

Now Shen Yuan feels bad. Luo Binghe might look like… what he looks like, but at eighteen, he’s barely an adult! He should be enjoying his youth instead of wasting his time with a jaded old man like Shen Yuan.

Anyway, he probably just doesn’t know enough people yet. “If you’re fine with me, then I’ll tag along.”

Shen Yuan is once again nearly blinded by the brightness of Luo Binghe’s smile. “I’ll prepare lunch! Does Shizun have favorites?”

“I’m sure anything Luo Binghe prepares will be delicious.” He has no idea, but the stuff he gave him looks like it, at least. At worst, Shen Yuan can definitely afford to pay for a nice restaurant for them both, just like he’ll be paying here.

“Shizun shouldn’t bother. I’m the one who invited him, I should be taking the check.”

There is no way rich, adult Shen Yuan is letting Luo Binghe, a college student on scholarship who just moved to one of the most expensive cities of China, pay for him. Ever. That’s not happening. “First, you did not invite me, I volunteered myself. Second, I’m older. Third, I have a job (kinda, but Luo Binghe doesn’t have to know that) and you don’t. I will be paying for all our expanses, and that’s not negotiable. It’s that or I’m leaving.” He could never live with himself if Luo Binghe had to skip a meal to afford going out with him. The mere idea leaves him queasy.

Luo Binghe frowns, displeased.

A chorus of sighs can be heard from the tables surrounding them.

Shen Yuan estimates there are at least fifteen women of all ages staring at Luo Binghe like he’s a choice morsel now.

They should leave before this degenerates.

Shen Yuan pulls at Luo Binghe. “Let’s go.”

(He valiantly ignores the hissed “Don’t touch him!” coming from a genuinely terrifying fifteen-year-old.)

Luo Binghe seems reluctant to part once they’re out. “We’re meeting Sunday at ten. Shizun can’t forget! I’ll be waiting for him!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” His social calendar isn’t busy enough to forget his one deliberate engagement.

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Sadly, his social calendar isn’t empty. His dear parents made sure of it. Shen Yuan doesn’t quite rue the day he agreed to their conditions for funding his lifestyle, but sometimes he really wonders if the sinecure he calls his job, providing him blessed solitude and copious amount of free time, is worth suffering through the parties.

Lucky for him that the feeling is shared between all participants now.

Shen Yuan keeps his face perfectly placid as he reads a passable novel on his phone. The hero is trash, and the heroine, just as bad, but there’s a decent world being built, and he’s honestly interested in the fauna the writer created. It’s not good enough to be recommended to Luo Binghe, but few things are. Only the best for his little sheep.

No one interrupts him. They don’t dare anymore. Long gone are the times where Shen Yuan let himself be bullied. Now, he has focused his hatred of a certain character into an imitation so lifelike he’s now famous for his emotionless expression and his ability to lash out with enough venom that the wounds he leaves behind aren’t healed by their next meeting.

One does what one needs to do to survive the jungle that is the circles of Beijing high society.

His parents would weep if they could see him. “You’ll never find a wife like that,” they’d lament.

Shen Yuan doesn’t care. His two brothers are already married. He’s an uncle. His little sister is more popular than any of her siblings ever were. His parents will have all the heirs they could ever want. They don’t need him to reproduce.

There’s a commotion somewhere at his right.

Shen Yuan doesn’t bother lifting his eyes from his phone until the noise is close enough to be a nuisance. Letting none of his irritation show on his face, he looks for the cause of the disturbance in a nonchalant way that would fool no one.

His heart almost stops when he finds Luo Binghe, Sha Hualing and Xiao Gongzhu hanging off his arms like they belonged there.

What is he doing here!? This isn’t a place where his white lotus should be standing! He should still be unboxing in his apartment, not wearing this frankly obscene suit and flirting with heiresses as wealthy as they were mean!

Oh. This must be it. Shen Yuan did think Luo Binghe would get a girlfriend in no time after all. He must be here as someone’s date, and Luo Binghe being Luo Binghe, he has stolen everyone’s attention from the moment he set foot in the room.

Okay. He has terrible tastes, but whatever. No one is perfect.

Fuck, if he sees Shen Yuan and dashes over while screaming “Shizun”, he’ll ruin his new relationship! Not only will he be revealed as nowhere near as cool as he appears, but being associated with Shen Yuan isn’t a good thing. He’s made sure his disdain for this crew was well-known.

Shen Yuan tries to message Luo Binghe to warn him to stay clear, but, as expected, he doesn’t check his phone.

Fuck his parents. Shen Yuan, very ostentatiously, pretends to get an important but unpleasant message, and starts walking with a speed and certainty that cannot be interrupted.

“-Shen Yuan. Don’t bother. He’s an asshole.”

Shen Yuan doesn’t falter, but only because he’s a pro at this. So what if they’re trash-talking him to Luo Binghe? He knows better.

“I’ll have to make my own mind. Wait here?”

Luo Binghe, what the fuck? Can’t you see how obviously I’m leaving? Don’t come over!

“Hello. My name is Luo Binghe. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Shen Yuan has to answer him now. He can’t just ignore him. That would be unforgivably rude. His mother would find out, and she would never let him live it down. “Shen Yuan. I’m in a hurry, so if you would…” He’s not sure why Luo Binghe is playing along, but if he’s game to pretend they don’t know each other, that’s perfect. Shen Yuan will do the same.

The smile Luo Binghe favors him with is nothing like the one he first shown Shen Yuan, all brightness and childlike joy. This smile is, dare he say it, seductive. He smiles like he’s certain the person he’s gracing with this smile is appreciating every moment of it, as they should. “Please spare me just a moment of your time. I promise I’ll make it quick.”

It turns out Shen Yuan doesn’t know Luo Binghe at all, if he can smile like that and make it look as easy as breathing.

Shen Yuan is not enjoying this. If he had known Luo Binghe would be there tonight, they could have planned something instead of, of whatever this is. His best option right now is to leave, meet up with Luo Binghe later, explain to him his current situation, and arrange things in such a way that his disciple’s rise into power won’t be hindered by his acquaintance to Shen Yuan.

For now, that means being the jerk he pretends to be, so that Luo Binghe can be comforted instead of confronted by those women flocking to him. Shen Yuan will apologise later. “Go run back to whichever of these,” he gestures to the women, “is keeping you fed and well dressed enough to pretend to fit here. I don’t have time to waste on boy toys.” Without giving him a second look, he exits the room as fast as he can without running, inwardly mortified at what he just said.

But not fast enough to miss the mocking laughter and the elated exchanges. “He thinks Tianlang-Jun’s son is a sugar baby!”

What the fuck.

#The Scum Villain Self Serving System #Scum Villain #BingQiu #the AU where SY and LBH are both online friends and fellow socialites

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