Wei Chun’s eyelids were red with anger, his body trembling slightly. He wished he could just bite Huo Yuanzhou to death and be done with it.
Wei Chun remembered that night completely clearly. He was right that he had been drugged and sent into the room, but Huo Yuanzhou had definitely been sober.
When it came to stripping off his clothes, his hands were faster than anyone else’s.
You’re a psycho, you self-righteous psycho, Wei Chun shouted, no longer caring about fear or embarrassment. Do you think you’re some kind of chaste saint? I was drugged that night, but were you drunk too? You sleep with whoever gets sent to your door, and you have the nerve to call other people’s lives chaotic? Who could possibly be more chaotic than you? Sleeping with one a day, 365 a year, you’ve been alive for over thirty years, so you’ve slept with over ten thousand people. Even a male escort couldn’t match your record.
Wei Chun was truly furious to the point of losing his filter. After letting out a string of curses, he gritted his back molars and mercilessly rejected Huo Yuanzhou’s offer of responsibility. There’s no need. If I let you take responsibility, I’m afraid my ancestors would come dream-crawling into my room tonight telling me to go get tested for infectious diseases.
He didn’t need Huo Yuanzhou to take responsibility; he didn’t want this little sprout anyway.
Wei Chun had made up his mind, instantly settling on his decision. He glared fiercely at Huo Yuanzhou once more, gritting his teeth again as he said, There is no need for you to take responsibility! President Huo should take responsibility for himself first, go to the hospital and get your brain checked with some medication while you still have time.
Huo Yuanzhou hadn’t been rejected by anyone in many years. Now, having his face slapped in public and being cursed out thoroughly, a surge of irritation flared up within him. But upon remembering Wei Chun’s age from the profile document, his anger was suddenly doused as if a ladle of water had been thrown over it.
Why bother arguing with a kid nearly ten years younger than him?
Huo Yuanzhou closed his eyes, exhaled a breath, forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart, and with a frown, elevated his original proposal by twenty percent. I have a building in Lijingyuan. Go pick a suite you like. Your card limit will match your previous one, and I can guarantee your standard of living afterward will remain ex,
However, Wei Chun didn’t buy into his placating gesture at all, loudly interrupting, No need! You keep it for yourself. I’d rather live under a flyover than share the same circle as someone like you.
Huo Yuanzhou’s words were cut off midway, and the anger that had just been suppressed flared right back up again.
His patience for brats had its limits. Since Wei Chun was refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, he couldn’t be bothered to save face for him anymore either. With an impatient tone, he said, Playing hard to get should have a limit. If I were you, I’d take what I can get while the getting is good, lest I end up with nothing. If I guessed correctly, you must have left the Wei family with practically nothing. Is the money you have left on you even enough for your next meal?
His voice was cold. Wei Chun, the card is right in my drawer. Let go of your unrealistic fantasies, obediently take the card, and follow my assistant to pick out a place you like. That is your best option right now, understand?
Huo Yuanzhou was right; when Wei Chun left, he had indeed left with nothing.
Bank cards, credit cards, car keys, house keys, collected jewelry, the accessories on his body, even his WeChat balance had been transferred right back.
He had left with breezy casualness, only realizing once he was out in the real world that a single penny could bring a person to their knees.
The friends he thought he had scattered like birds and beasts the moment trouble hit. Most avoided meeting him, and many who did answer the phone said they couldn’t help. Even the money for his hospital visit today came from Cheng Min, who said it was accumulated pocket money Wei Chun used to give him that he hadn’t spent.
Now he had emptied it all, telling Wei Chun not to worry, that he could afford to support both of them.
And then? Wei Chun said. And then what?
At 7:00 PM in City C, the sky was still half-bright. Looking out from the top-floor office of Tongguang, the sunset and evening glow outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows painted the horizon in layers of orange.
The twilight also squeezed in through the transparent glass, hitting Wei Chun’s face and casting a vibrant, stunning flush over his habitually cold, pale skin.
The corners of his lips tightened. With a clacking of quick steps, he strode forward a few paces, slapped his hand smack down onto the desk in front of Huo Yuanzhou, leaned halfway over to look straight into Huo Yuanzhou’s eyes, his gaze full of an unyielding firmness that wealth could not corrupt: Do you think that just because you give me money I should be endlessly grateful to you, or do you think spending a bit of money means you can keep me like a kept lover, just waiting around for you to grace me with your presence? Keep dreaming! Let me say it again: your proposal, I reject it!
Wei Chun’s life motto was that he could lose his life, but he could never lose face.
Therefore, Huo Yuanzhou’s proposal, he rejected it!
Huo Yuanzhou finally froze. It was only at this moment that he realized the situation had developed beyond his expectations; Wei Chun didn’t seem to be playing hard to get; he was dead serious.
He couldn’t help falling silent for a moment, genuinely surprised that Wei Chun, who had actively sought out a stranger to demand responsibility, could be so uncompromising.
A single offhand remark had somehow provoked such a massive reaction from Wei Chun.
Facts proved that Wei Chun was nothing like the corporate elites bargaining across negotiation tables that he was used to dealing with. When things went sideways, he would flip the table entirely, regardless of the cost.
Having dropped his harsh words without leaving any room for reconciliation, Wei Chun lifted his chin, pushed out a disdainful huff with all his might to express his feelings, and turned on his heel to leave.
Oh right, if you have nothing better to do, watch more adult films; your technique is too terrible. Wei Chun suddenly turned his head back before reaching the door, saying with complete earnestness, Even though I’ve only ever slept with one person, your technique is honestly so bad it doesn’t even need a comparison for me to evaluate it.
Even if he was leaving, Wei Chun had to clear his name first.
Huo Yuanzhou’s expression went blank. He truly hadn’t expected this.
His files said Wei Chun was extravagant and led a dissolute, decadent life, and that night in the room, Wei Chun’s motion of raising his waist to make it easier to undo his clothes was so practiced that he had naturally assumed.
Wait.
Coming back to his senses, Huo Yuanzhou spoke up eagerly, pausing for a moment before saying, I’m sorry.
The two words were spoken very slowly. Huo Yuanzhou genuinely felt a twinge of remorse toward Wei Chun due to his misunderstanding. When he spoke again, his tone was much more solemn than before.
I hope you can reconsider and not refuse out of impulsive stubbornness. I can provide you with stable living conditions and a superior standard of living. It’s not keeping a lover; it’s simply compensation for what happened that night, and you don’t need to pay any price for it. If you meet a partner you like in the future and leave here to live with them, the card I give you won’t be canceled. To put it another way, I will take care of you for the rest of your life.
Wei Chun’s hand, which had been on the doorknob, paused, not to accept the proposal, but simply to shake his head again, his tone cold and detached: President Huo, I accept your apology, but you should save that card for your future lovers.
With that, he immediately pulled the door open and stepped out into the hallway.
His impeccable emotional intelligence made him realize his mistake just after finishing the offensive part.
Oh crap, run, run, run, Wei Chun thought to himself. Take advantage of the fact that this guy hasn’t reacted yet and get the hell out of here. Little sprout, your biological father really isn’t someone I can handle. For the physical and mental health of your daddy here, you’d better hurry up and reincarnate into your next life.
With a thud, before Wei Chun’s escape plan could even clear the doorway, he collided head-on with the female assistant who was preparing to knock and enter.
Mr. Wei Chun, are you alright?
The assistant’s voice rang out, full of apology and concern.
She was practically a warrior-level figure; the stack of folders in her arms was her armor, and wearing high heels that were clearly at least six centimeters tall, she had managed to stay firmly on her feet after knocking Wei Chun flat onto the ground.
Poor Wei Chun had it much worse. Having crashed headfirst into the high stack of folders the assistant was hugging to her chest, he tumbled straight backward, hitting his head against the doorframe with a loud clack, and spent a good while dizzy and disoriented, unable to figure out where he was.
I’m, I’m fine.
Wei Chun touched his forehead with one hand while propping himself up on the floor with the other, getting ready to stand. Feeling some moisture on his forehead, a sense of ominous dread gripped his heart, and he urgently wanted to get out of here to find a mirror and check.
With a face as handsome, suave, dashing, and elegant as his, if he got disfigured here, he’d definitely fight Huo Yuanzhou to the death.
Another hand moved faster than his, grabbing his arm and pulling Wei Chun up.
Huo Yuanzhou: Did you hit your head?
His gaze swept across Wei Chun’s face. The exposed patch of skin on his forehead was redder than the rest, presumably from hitting the doorframe when he fell. But even more striking than that was the thin stream of red fluid trickling down from between Wei Chun’s fingers as he covered the spot.
Huo Yuanzhou pinched his wrist, trying to pull his hand away. Are you bleeding? Let me see.
Wei Chun: I’m fine.
He looked a bit awkward, twisting his wrist and refusing to let go. I’ll go find somewhere to look at it myself.
Wei Chun’s arm was no match for a thigh; the difference in size and physical strength between the two was too vast, and no matter how he struggled, he was still forcibly pulled away by Huo Yuanzhou, exposing the wound on his head where he had hit the doorframe.
Just as Huo Yuanzhou had guessed, a bright red trail was sliding down his temple.
I’m taking you to the hospital. Go tell the driver to pull the car around.
Giving him no chance to refuse again, Huo Yuanzhou grabbed him by the arm and dragged Wei Chun out the door.
The assistant knew very well which sentence had been addressed to her, tapping away in her high heels toward the elevators while contacting the driver to bring the car around to the front entrance downstairs.
The moment Wei Chun heard the word hospital, he completely lost his composure. He still had a little sprout growing in his belly right now, and under no circumstances could he go to a hospital today.
If Huo Yuanzhou found out that he was carrying his child, things were going to get terribly complicated.
I’m not going, I’m not going to the hospital, let go of me! Wei Chun struggled desperately, trying to break away, but Huo Yuanzhou’s hand was like a pair of iron pliers, holding him firmly so he couldn’t escape.
Seeing that he had already been dragged onto the elevator and was about to be escorted into a car,
Wei Chun completely panicked. He grabbed Huo Yuanzhou’s arm and yelled out, Wait!