Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Late at night, there were no lights on in the Xu family's old house.

It's not that it's not open, it's that it's not needed.

Moonlight poured down from the skylight in the dome, turning the entire hall into a cold, white pool.

Xu Yuanjia walked in through the door, his leather shoes making no sound on the marble floor.

He was dressed all in black—a black shirt, black trousers, and a black coat draped over his arm. The moonlight couldn't reach his face, only the empty shadow he left behind.

The old man sat in a grand chair deep in the hall, a cup of tea beside him, the tea already cold. His hair was completely white, combed meticulously, and the wrinkles on his face were like knife-cut lines, each one bearing the marks of decades of decisive action.

"You're back." His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed through the empty hall.

Xu Yuanjia stood in the center of the hall, about five steps away from the old man. This distance was neither too far nor too close, just enough for the two of them to see each other's expressions, and just enough for a knife to slide out of a sleeve and stab into the other's chest.

"You touched my people," Xu Yuanjia said calmly.

The old man picked up his teacup, took a sip of the now-cold tea, and didn't even frown.

"Your person? That woman?" He placed the teacup back on the table, the porcelain clinking softly against the mahogany. "I will not agree to you being with that woman. She is nothing, she can't help you, and she can't bring any benefit to the Xu family."

Xu Yuanjia did not respond.

"Xu Yuanjia, you have the blood of the Xu family flowing in your veins. You will never live a normal life. Don't be delusional."

The old man raised his eyes, and there was still a light in his cloudy eyes, a light like that of someone scrutinizing their prey.

"You are my son, and my proudest creation."

The old man slowly began to recount:

"Come back and help me expand the family business. You are a million times better than your brothers, and the Xu family needs you."

Xu Yuanjia's lips twitched, and he smiled.

"I wasn't born to be a right-hand man." His eyes were cold and indifferent. "I'll only ever be the sole master of the Xu family."

The old man's expression remained unchanged.

He had seen too many storms; the rebellion of one son was not enough to move him. But his fingers still tapped lightly on the armrest—a defensive signal.

"Those people from earlier today," Xu Yuanjia took half a step forward, the moonlight finally falling on his face, illuminating his cold, sharp features, "were sent by you."

The old man didn't deny it: "I just wanted to see what kind of ability this woman had to make my son lose control." He paused, "Not bad, she's lucky to be alive."

Xu Yuanjia's jaw tightened, and the veins on his temples throbbed for a moment before subsiding. His hands were in his pockets, and no one saw his clenched fists.

"There won't be a next time," he said.

A smile appeared on the old man's deeply lined face. It wasn't a kind smile, but rather a condescending admiration:

"You think you can escape my control? Xu Yuanjia, my blood flows in your veins. You can kill anyone, but you can't kill your own bloodline."

Xu Yuanjia turned and left. His back was straight, and the moonlight streaming down from the dome stretched his shadow long.

"I heard you've gone after Xu Chenglin," the old man's voice came from behind. "He's your brother."

Xu Yuanjia didn't even turn his head. His voice came back from the doorway, carrying a nonchalant air, as if he were dealing with waste:

"That good-for-nothing is locked in the dungeon. Don't worry, it's safer than him courting death out there."

The door closed behind him.

The hall fell silent again, leaving only the old man sitting alone in his armchair, the tea in front of him now cold.

……

Three days later, school is out for the holidays. The Loy Krathong festival in Thamesai lasts for five days, including the weekend.

When Shi Luyu woke up in the morning, she found that Xu Yuanjia was already packing his luggage. He took her suitcase off the top of the wardrobe, spread it on the floor, and started taking clothes out of the walk-in closet. There were neatly folded T-shirts, jeans, a light jacket, and two skirts.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Shi Luyu rubbed her eyes as she walked out of the bedroom, her hair disheveled and the shoulder strap of her nightgown slipped down a bit.

"Pack your things." Xu Yuanjia squatted down next to the suitcase without even looking up. "I'm taking you out to have some fun."

"Where to?"

Phuket.

Shi Luyu was stunned. "Why are you suddenly going to Phuket?"

"Let's hide for a bit." Xu Yuanjia stood up, took another of her cardigans from the dressing room, folded it, and put it in his suitcase. His tone was natural, as if he were just making the best of a bad situation: "If Master Jia's men come to assassinate us again, aren't you afraid?"

Shi Luyu fell silent. She recalled the night of the attack, when Xu Yuanjia took her away from the alley without saying a word the entire way.

Xu Yuanjia turned and went into the dressing room again. When he came out this time, he was holding a small piece of fabric in his hand: light blue lace, so thin that it was almost transparent.

Shi Luyu's face flushed red instantly.

She lunged forward, snatched the underwear from his hand, and stood in front of the suitcase, clutching the small piece of fabric in her hand and hiding it behind her back.

"Brother, don't move, I'll clean it up myself!"

Xu Yuanjia stood before her, his hands free, tilting his head to look at her. A slow smile curved his lips, revealing a hint of relaxation he'd shown in the past few days.

"Are you shy?"

Shi Luyu turned around and squatted down, stuffing the underwear into the bottom of the suitcase, covering it with a T-shirt and jeans, and then pressing down with a jacket. She kept her head down, frantically folding the clothes, resulting in crooked and messy folds.

Xu Yuanjia leaned against the door frame of the dressing room, his hands in his pockets, watching her busy.

Her nightgown neckline drooped as she bent over, revealing a glimpse of her collarbone. Morning light streamed in through the window, falling on her face and illuminating her bright red ears.

"My dear," he called to her.

Shi Luyu didn't look up, but her hands moved even faster.

"Good boy/girl."

"What?" she asked in a muffled voice.

"I remembered you took the wrong pair of underwear." Xu Yuanjia's tone was as calm as if he were reminding her to bring an umbrella because it was raining today. "That pair is for wearing at home; it will rub if you wear it outside."

Shi Luyu froze. She buried her face in the suitcase, wishing she could squeeze herself inside as well.

It was just dawn when their car drove out of the city of Thames.

Looking in the rearview mirror, the city's outline recedes further and further into the morning mist, the tall buildings becoming silhouettes, and the silhouettes becoming a blurry line on the horizon.

Xu Yuanjia held the steering wheel with one hand and rested the other on the back of Shi Luyu's seat, his posture casual. Music was playing in the car, a soft, old song she had never heard before.

—Behind them, in the city of Taimai, Chaiye's army had already been ordered to begin operations.

Armored vehicles drove out of the camp on the outskirts of the city, splitting into more than a dozen routes, and silently entered the streets and alleys of Taimai.

The men in black jumped out of the car, holding a list in their hands, and searched house to house, carrying out a precise elimination operation.

—The old man’s informants, outposts, and liaison stations scattered throughout the city were all eliminated one by one.

Some people were dragged out of their sleep and, before they could even speak, were shoved into a windowless car.

Someone tried to resist, and two shots rang out in the alley before being quickly suppressed.

Someone knelt on the ground begging for mercy, but no one paid any attention. Blood seeped from the cracks in the door, flowing down the steps one by one, into the roadside ditch, where it was diluted by the water and turned a light red.

The clouds on the horizon slowly spread out, burning from the horizon upwards, turning the entire sky red.

No one could tell whether it was the fire of the sun or the mist of blood.