Rose petals were scattered across the bed. The instant Yan Chong pinned Su Xingyan down by the waist, the petals fluttered into the air, and Yan Chong’s scorching lips pressed ruthlessly against Su Xingyan’s trembling ones, softer than he had imagined, yet colder than he had expected.
Su Xingyan’s eyes widened in horror. What terrified him even more was the reckless draft sweeping across his skin. Unobstructed, Yan Chong’s hands were easily able to…
PA!
With bloodshot eyes, Su Xingyan struck Yan Chong across the face again. Yet Yan Chong did not back off. On the contrary, with every slap he took, Yan Chong held his breath and pushed a finger deeper, continuing until Su Xingyan’s voice trembled and all his strength evaporated. Ashamed, Su Xingyan closed his reddened eyes, his hands shaking as he clutched Yan Chong’s arms. “Yan Chong, have you lost your mind?! You’re…!”
Su Xingyan’s teeth chattered so hard he couldn’t bring himself to utter those two words.
However, Yan Chong understood completely.
“You think I don’t dare?” Yan Chong sneered savagely. Su Xingyan shuddered violently. He knew he dared, he knew this madman genuinely dared!
Perhaps overwhelmed by days of built-up suppression, Su Xingyan finally broke down, biting his lower lip as he wept in deep humiliation. It was not out of fear, but shame. Shame that he was dressed so scandalously, so shamelessly, spreading his legs wide and sobbing until his entire body trembled in front of a man who was merely a business partner.
Yan Chong had been exploring inside his body at will, but the moment he heard Su Xingyan’s suppressed weeping, his movements came to a sudden halt. He looked up at Su Xingyan’s shaking, crying form, he looked so pitiful. It was clearly such a muffled, restrained cry, yet it made Yan Chong feel that he looked utterly heartbreaking.
The hotel’s aromatherapy incense continued to drift through the air. Outside the window, a light rain had begun to pitter-patter at some point, a sudden spring shower dousing the room’s lingering intimacy.
After a moment of silence, Yan Chong finally let out a long breath, as if regaining his senses, and slowly withdrew his fingers. He pulled the nightgown he had just hitched up back over Su Xingyan, even taking off his own suit jacket to tightly wrap his trembling body. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry, alright?”
“I won’t touch you.”
Yan Chong felt as though he were coaxing a child right now, even though this ‘child’ was only crying because he himself had acted like a fool just now and pushed him too far. Yan Chong stared at Su Xingyan, his dark eyes brooding and unreadable. He was clearly a man who had long resolved not to cross any lines, yet in that split second, he had completely lost control.
Su Xingyan was still sobbing in short gasps. Having cried so hard, his brain was practically deprived of oxygen. Su Xingyan closed his eyes in humiliation. Alongside his shame, anger flared. Yan Chong likely understood him well. He knew Su Xingyan was rigorous and conservative, this feeling of betraying his husband and his entire family was precisely the kind of blow that could utterly destroy him.
So Yan Chong remained silent, quietly watching him cry.
After an unknown length of time, Su Xingyan finally raised his mist filled eyes and glared fiercely at Yan Chong. “You swore at me earlier.”
From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever said such vile words to him.
It was meant to be an accusation, but because Su Xingyan had cried so miserably, his momentum was severely weakened. To Yan Chong’s eyes, it felt almost like he was throwing a tantrum. Yan Chong narrowed his eyes, harboring this subtle thought in his heart.
Yan Chong hadn’t even realized how he had ‘sworn’ at him earlier. Once he registered it, he felt somewhat helpless. He didn’t feel he had insulted him, but knowing how pedantic Su Xingyan could be, he had no choice but to lower his stance to soothe him. “I didn’t swear at you… Fine, I’m the one who’s desperate. I’m the slut here, alright?”
“Feel it yourself, I’m the one.”
Yan Chong grabbed Su Xingyan’s hand and pressed it against his own body. Indeed, Yan Chong was the one suffering. Even now, ‘Little Yan Chong’ was still fully aroused and eager. If he hadn’t seen how fragile Su Xingyan’s state was… Yan Chong didn’t dare think further, especially looking at Su Xingyan’s lips, swollen from his kisses.
Su Xingyan had never expected Yan Chong to be so shameless. Scalded by the contact, his heart recoiled violently, and he jerked his hand back to strike again. Quick on his feet, Yan Chong grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. Leaning over him, Yan Chong lowered his voice, a helpless smile on his face. “Stop hitting me. My face is already swollen from your slaps.”
Su Xingyan: ?
Su Xingyan pulled his hands back, appearing much clearer headed after his cry. Sniffling, he turned his face away. Although he tried his best to ignore the erection beneath Yan Chong, everything that had just transpired rushed back into his mind. Su Xingyan’s eyelashes trembled slightly as he gritted his teeth and cursed, “Yan Chong, you are a complete bastard.”
Yan Chong was almost amused by Su Xingyan’s reaction. He thought to himself. I traveled all this way intending to catch an affair, only to be slapped repeatedly and viciously by Su Xingyan, no one has ever dared to hit me like this since I was a kid, and my face is still burning and now I actually have to turn around and coax him instead. What a complete reversal of roles.
Even so, Yan Chong gently patted his back, soothing him phrase by phrase, “Yeah, I’m a bastard.” Then he glanced up to gauge Su Xingyan’s reaction, softening his voice as he asked, “Feel better getting that out?”
Su Xingyan fell silent. The hotel room was dead quiet, yet an indescribable, decadent atmosphere continued to circulate. After a moment of silence, Su Xingyan suddenly sank his teeth into Yan Chong’s neck. Yan Chong hissed in pain, but in his heart, he understood, this ancestor was telling him through action that cursing him didn’t make him feel better, he needed to bite it out.
Still, this person was quite interesting. Normally so cold, noble, and restrained, yet when he lost his temper, he was like a bristling little cat. Fearing that he might cry again, Yan Chong let out a soft sigh, knitted his brows, and gently patted his back, letting him have his way.
The presidential suite fell into dead silence. The breathing of the two merged together, and the intimate tension quietly dissipated into nothingness.
After venting, Su Xingyan collapsed weakly onto the bed, his mind still muddled. He didn’t quite understand why the room key card meant for Wei Chengran had ended up in Yan Chong’s hands or had he walked into the wrong room himself? Su Xingyan couldn’t think clearly at this moment and lacked the energy to ponder the question. He closed his eyes powerlessly. “Yan Chong, forget about this.”
Su Xingyan was referring to today’s chaotic and absurd ordeal. Yan Chong actually understood, but despite understanding, he gave Su Xingyan a meaningful look. Untying his necktie, he tidied his disheveled clothes while giving him a cynical glance, replying, “You’d better be the one to forget about him.”
Yan Chong sneered, “What’s so good about that trash anyway, to be worth you going this far?”
Su Xingyan pressed his lips tightly together and closed his eyes, pretending not to hear.
Yan Chong didn’t understand.
He didn’t understand either.
The heating was on in the hotel room. The sultry, intimate atmosphere mixed with the pitter-patter of the spring rain outside the window, making one feel irritable and annoyed. The reaction in Yan Chong’s body hadn’t subsided, pressing against Su Xingyan right now, seeing him dressed so scandalously and looking like a flower about to bloom, the heat in his body refused to go down, he was so hard he felt like he was about to explode. Yan Chong didn’t feel embarrassed about it either, frowning, he pulled at his tie, got off Su Xingyan, and prepared to head to the bathroom.
Lying in the bedding, Su Xingyan caught Yan Chong’s departing direction out of the corner of his eye and immediately realized what he was going to do. His lips, swollen from being kissed, pursed subconsciously. Perhaps wanting to score a point after the previous unpleasantness, Su Xingyan suddenly asked, “Yan Chong… don’t tell me you’re still a virgin?”
For some reason, Su Xingyan just had that intuition.
Yan Chong paused in his tracks and turned back, giving Su Xingyan a meaningful glare, a look that silently warned him he was playing with fire. However, Su Xingyan wasn’t afraid of him right now, lifting his chin slightly, he looked over with a calm, aloof demeanor. Yan Chong narrowed his eyes and smirked with deep interest. “You showed up here dressed like this… and you’re blaming me for wanting to fuck you? Huh?”
“Su Xingyan, if I weren’t a gentleman today, you might have ended up fucked to death in this hotel for all you know.”
Su Xingyan had never been humiliated so bluntly before, and his eyes, already glistening with tears, flared with renewed anger. Taking a soft breath, he glared indignantly at Yan Chong. “Then why did you show up here? Where did you get your room card from?”
Su Xingyan clenched his fists, his voice laced with warning and fury. “Yan Chong, you’re tracking me.”
His room card… Yan Chong narrowed his long, narrow phoenix eyes, and the duplicitous face of Tang Songzhi surfaced in his mind again. Glancing at the indignant Su Xingyan, Yan Chong smiled with amusement. “Instead of taking the trouble to investigate me inside out, why don’t you properly check on that legal spouse of yours, President Su?”
“Do you have any idea that your husband has been harassing my fiancée recently?”
Under Su Xingyan’s bewildered gaze, Yan Chong pulled a stack of prepared photos from his bag and tossed them in front of Su Xingyan with a snap, photos originally intended for Tang Songzhi. “Keep a tight leash on that mad dog. If my fiancée fails to attend the wedding banquet as scheduled a month from now, then Mrs. Wei… I’ll just have to use you as a replacement.”
After issuing the warning, Yan Chong glanced at Su Xingyan’s face, which turned pale inch by inch. Frowning in irritation, he strode off toward the bathroom. Damn it, his physical reaction still hadn’t subsided.
Holding the stack of photos Yan Chong had thrown at him, Su Xingyan looked at the familiar yet strange face on them, his knuckles tightening and turning white bit by bit. In the photos, Wei Chengran was dining and laughing merrily with another man, using the same flattering smile he once used on him to flatter someone else. For no reason, Su Xingyan recalled Wei Chengran’s various abnormalities during this period, as well as the hurried encounter at the restaurant that day.
As expected, he hadn’t misidentified him. The person he saw in the restaurant that day was indeed Wei Chengran. As for the person beside him. Su Xingyan’s clear eyes flickered slightly as he stared at the man in the photo leaning into Wei Chengran’s arm with a bright smile, suddenly feeling a surge of daze and absurdity. Was this person truly Yan Chong’s fiancée?…
Su Xingyan felt lightheaded and dizzy, a strong wave of nausea washing over him overwhelmingly.
Standing under the showerhead, Yan Chong let the cold water wash away the heat consuming his body. He closed his eyes in irritation, yet his mind unconsciously replayed the image of Su Xingyan’s high-cut nightgown, Su Xingyan’s bloodshot eyes, and Su Xingyan’s suppressed, cat like weeping…
Yan Chong let out a heavy, frustrated sigh and shut off the shower. The bathroom fell instantly quiet, leaving only his heavy, labored breathing. Yan Chong raised his hand, looking at his thick knuckles under the bright bathroom light. He had just taken four slaps from Su Xingyan, but at the same time, three of his fingers had gone inside…
Su Xingyan, you still owe me one, Yan Chong thought ruthlessly.
Before Yan Chong came out, Su Xingyan clutched the stack of photos Yan Chong had thrown at him and hurriedly left the hotel. Amidst the misty spring rain, Su Xingyan sat with a pale face in a taxi heading back to the Wei family ancestral estate. As the eldest son of the Su family, ever since his mother passed away, his father had instructed him to be unyielding and independent. Su Xingyan rarely had moments of panic, and even now, though his knuckles holding the phone had turned white, his face remained as cold as frost.
As if everything were normal. As if nothing had happened.
The phone screen continued to flash frantically. Su Xingyan could no longer remember how many calls he had made to Wei Chengran. The taxi had somehow come to a standstill in the middle of the road, the rising and falling sounds of car horns echoing as if from far, far away. Su Xingyan closed his eyes, suddenly feeling utterly exhausted.
“…What’s going on? It’s not even 3 o’clock yet, why is it jammed like this? It’s usually not blocked at this time.” The driver was already honking in frustration. Seeing the road completely blocked ahead, he simply turned off the engine and began complaining in a driver group chat. “Did someone get run over and killed up front? It’s jammed so bad!”
What was meant to be a casual complaint unexpectedly received a swift reply from a driver ahead. “Yeah, someone really got hit and killed!”
Hearing this, the driver immediately sat up straight, hurriedly clicking on the voice notes and images sent by fellow chat members. For a moment, the cramped taxi cabin was filled with rough voice messages from the group chat. Su Xingyan already had a headache from listening and closed his eyes, intending to ask the driver to turn off the audio, when he suddenly heard a familiar name.
“…Looks like the incident involves CY’s newly released autonomous driving vehicle? Hey, I heard them warming up marketing for it a while back, didn’t expect it to hit the road already! I was driving behind so I didn’t catch the exact details, but I heard the self-driving car suddenly accelerated like crazy. The driver was napping at the time and wasn’t paying attention, and by the time he snapped back to his senses, a kid had already been sent flying three meters away!”
“Now not only the traffic police are here, but the 110 and 120 emergency response teams have arrived too. Maybe the mortuary van will be here in a bit! CY is really in big trouble this time. Heh, who knows what that spendthrift eldest young master Wei is doing right now…”
The sharp sound of car horns echoed incessantly along the street. Whether to catch some fresh air or watch the drama, the driver rolled down half the window and leaned his upper body out. As the cool breeze blew into the sultry car cabin, the temperature of Su Xingyan’s fingers dropped cold inch by inch, yet the phone in his palm was still vibrating wildly. It was Wei Mingran, eagerly probing him for information.
“Big brother’s spouse, have you seen the battle outfit I prepared for you? Isn’t it pretty, Has big brother seen it? Does he like it a lot? You guys keep at it, I won’t disturb you anymore.
The sharp blare of the horns caused a dizzying headache. Clutched around his phone, Su Xingyan suddenly felt a violent urge to vomit.