Translation type: edited MTL

“Brother Chen, you are back.”

The young man stooped and bowed his head respectfully. In the eyes of the young man in black clothes who stood at the door of the villa, he saw only half of the man in front of him, dark leather shoes, vertical black trousers with cold and hard lines. The man who raised his foot into the villa stopped, with white gloves on his forefinger and thumb, the glove of the other hand was taken down and was casually thrown to the young man who stooped beside him.

Bending down the young man took the gloves that were still left with the temperature of the man's fingers. It was cold. Everyone in the gang knew that Brother Chen had a strange habit of wearing white gloves all the time. It was obvious that he was a man with b.l.o.o.d.y hands who held guns often, yet his hands were abnormally clean and white, which was quite ironic.

The young man lowered his head and just glanced at Chen Ge's clean hands after he had dropped his gloves, wondering if there were more people dead in those hands than he had ever seen.

“What about Master Su?” There is no emotion in the deep voice. As monotone as a human-skin machine, a killing machine.

“Master Su is on the balcony on the top floor. He has let us inform you that when you come back, you can go up to see him.” The young man answered truthfully. Only when he went to see Master Su, would Brother Chen take out his white gloves. Su Ye had some mysophobia, though it was not so serious.

“Mn.”

Chen Yuan stepped forward, his steady footsteps vaguely filled with excitement. In fact, only in his early twenties, he had already become the second-in-command of the Su family. Although he was extremely handsome, he often made people only notice his deep blood-thirst and danger because of his fierce and cruel style of work. He walked gracefully and silently like a black panther that could jump up and bite your throat, tear your bones and blood at any time.

This man, the second-in-command of the Su family, who made the people of the Su family bow their heads, was now standing on the balcony of the top floor of the villa, his calm and deep eyes burning crazily when touching the whiteness under the shadow. His gaze burning like a raging fire with nameless fanaticism, and his cold lips s.h.i.+vering.

It was a hot day, a little stuffy.

Su Ye liked cotton clothes, and because of his single name of the word ‘white'¹, no second colour can be found for the clothes in his wardrobe. He was half-lying on the rosewood-carved chair, wearing a loose cotton Tang suit². His Phoenix eyes squinting, making it hard to tell if he was awake or asleep. He was not young. No matter how well the body is maintained, there was still a very shallow, fine wrinkle on the corner of his eyes. His right hand hanged naturally on his side, bent into a beautiful arc. Wrist up on the armrest of the bench, he held a delicate white jade pipe that still had light smoke, beside which stood a beautiful servant girl fanning a fan.

Perhaps because of the hot weather, Su Ye's white embroidered silver auspicious clouds, and dark lines of pure hand-made cloth shoes layed quietly and tidily in front of the chair. Two clean white bare feet fell on the dark chair without care, their paleness blinding the eye. If you looked carefully, you could see the pale green veins under the skin.

Chen Yuan did not dare to look at Master Su's face. His eyes fell on the pair of bare feet. This was the first time that he saw Master Su's feet without shoes or cotton socks. His toes were slightly bent inwards to each other. The nails were neatly trimmed, and his toes were round. His barefoot feet were stained with a thin layer of soft light in the suns.h.i.+ne penetrating from the gaps of the trees.

So beautiful. Everything about Master Su was perfect. Chen Yuan's lips trembled slightly.

The man on the couch raised the index finger of his right hand, and the elegant girl who served on the side of the couch cleverly retreated. There were only two people left on the balcony.

“When did you come back?” Su Ye was still squinting his eyes, and his voice sounded lazy yet n.o.ble.

From the time when Su Ye was still in his mother's womb, he was the treasure of the Su family, even more than an ancient crown prince.

“I came right after the plane landed.” Humbly bent, Chen Yuan suddenly knelt on the ground, much like a slave.

Who under the Su family was not a slave of the Su's master? Su Bai lazily raised his eyelids, raising the white jade pipe on his left hand to his mouth and took a small puff. The smoke rolling out as he breathed, blurring the slave kneeling not too far away.

No, Mr. Su did not see Chen Yuan as a slave. He just thought Chen Yuan looked like a dog in front of him, a good, obedient dog.

His sight touched Chen Yuan's gaze at his feet. Su Bai's slender Phoenix eyes flashed through with a little disgust. Sometimes this dog's excessive heartfelt and fanatical wors.h.i.+p made him feel sick.

“Has everything been done?” The voice turned chilly.

“It's all done, Master Su.” The last two words said in the full tone of a slave.

Eyebrows slightly frowning, Su Bai had a slight sneer. “Come here, crawl over here.”

The handsome man on his knees without hesitation, crawled over with both hands and feet, stopping at the bedside. He looked up at the man with his eyes full of undisguised fanaticism.

Su Bai's eyes flew through a bit of disgust. “Let you climb, you climb, let you lick you lick?” Su Bai seemingly glanced at his bare feet in a casual manner.

Chen Yuan lowered his head and quickly moved his knees to kneel in front of the jade white feet. He lowered his head piously and carefully kissed the round toes as if it were not a person's foot, but a priceless treasure.

It was only just a temporary interest of Su Bai to see how cheap Chen Yuan was. Looking at the enjoyment of Chen Yuan, Su Bai felt nauseous for no reason. He kicked Chen Yuan's face relentlessly, the latter turned aside and put his hand over his nose to keep his blood from bleeding out. He knew that Master Su loved cleanliness.

“Scram!”

Chen Yuan covered his nose with one hand, and his shadow hid deep in the afternoon sun.

Su Bai always thought that Chen Yuan was like a dog he raised. Although he later vaguely perceived that the boy was crazy for himself to an unreasonable degree, he did not want to kill this useful dog and suppressed his disgust for Chen Yuan's crazy eyes. Su thought that so long as Chen Yuan was sincere, and he did not go too far, it was okay.

And now?

Su regretted not slaughtering the dog. Usurped by Chen Yuan and put under house arrest, he was beaten by the mad dog without leaving physical injuries. The drugs made his body feel powerless and Chen Yuan did everything he wanted.

Sometimes Su felt ridiculous when he thought about it. Chen Yuan's usurpation was not for power or wealth, but for an old man of 41 years old.

Su Bai laughed at the realization that he himself now was a disaster at this age. It was laughable to think that Su Bai, who had fought for power since he was a child, killing countless enemy opponents in black and white for everyone on the black and white road to call him “Master Su”, had finally lost in his own hands.

It was honestly, truly ridiculous.

A/N: -none-

T/N: This is the first chapter of RMS! I read the raw some time ago and thought it was a nice story, so I wanted to try translating some chapters to share with everyone.

References:

¹ – Master Su's original name is Su Bai, with ‘bai' literally meaning white.

² – Traditional Chinese outfit worn by men in the Qing dynasty.