“Brother Yan, in a bad mood? Why are you sitting here drinking alone?” Bin Fuer had just stepped through the door when he saw Yi Yan drinking with an irritated look on his face.
Hearing the voice, Yi Yan raised his eyelids. “Ah Bin is here.”
He handed his wine glass to a female servant standing nearby.
Yi Yan leaned back against the leather sofa, crossing his legs as he wearily massaged his temples.
“Is something bothering you?”
Bin Fuer sat down and, seeing that Yi Yan still wore an icy expression, couldn’t help asking again.
Actually, without Yi Yan needing to say it, he could tell that Yi Yan was definitely unhappy.
The two of them had always hung out together, and their bond was solid.
Usually, whenever they went out, they were practically all smiles. No matter how arrogant Yi Yan’s usual demeanor was, he rarely pulled a long face around him.
Naturally, he could tell at a glance that something was off with Yi Yan today.
“Annoyed,” Yi Yan stated bluntly.
“Well, that is a rare sight. Who in City A has the death wish to piss off our Young Master Yi?” Bin Fuer naturally started teasing him.
“Tell me, who is it? Your brother will help you vent this frustration!”
Yi Yan closed his eyes, pressed his lips together, and remained silent.
“It’s not because of that incident, is it?” Seeing Yi Yan ignore him, Bin Fuer tentatively brought it up.
“Hmm?” The outer corners of Yi Yan’s eyes lifted as he lazily opened his eyes.
Actually, Bin Fuer had caught wind of it beforehand. After all, the scandalous news of the debonair Young Master Yi getting slapped across the face in City A had spread through their entire circle in just a single night.
It was truly earth-shattering gossip. When he first heard the juicy details, Bin Fuer had actually burst out laughing in his villa.
To think there was a man who could put Yi Yan in his place like that, he genuinely wanted to go meet him and see what he was like.
“So what if you got slapped? It’s no big deal. The number of times I’ve been slapped is frankly outrageous.”
Bin Fuer shrugged with a casual expression, speaking as lightly as possible.
Yi Yan rolled his eyes beside him. So his dear brother considered getting a smack across the face to be something that brought honor to his ancestors?
“It’s not because of that.” Yi Yan picked up his glass and gloomily poured another gulp of alcohol down his throat.
Although the slap Lin Ze gave him back then indeed left him unable to save face for a moment, at least he got a taste of Lin Ze’s fragrance out of it, so he figured he didn’t really lose out.
“Ah? Then this?” Yi Yan’s words left him completely baffled.
If it wasn’t that, what else could it be?
Could there possibly be something even more aggravating than receiving the blessing of a slap?
“Lin Ze actually dares not reply to my messages?” Yi Yan clenched the wine glass in his hand.
The patterns of his fingertips were soon reflected against the rim of the cup.
“Ah?” Bin Fuer was somewhat dumbfounded.
“I’ve texted him these past two days, and he hasn’t replied once!” Yi Yan irritably slammed his glass onto the table.
The crashing sound of the glass against the surface made the servants in the room gasp.
“Hey, don’t be mad. It’s not worth getting angry over such a trivial thing,” Bin Fuer coaxed him with a flattering smile.
Well, he thought it was some major issue depressing Yi Yan, but it turned out to be just a lover ignoring his messages.
Lin Ze? A new name, hadn’t heard of him before. Did Brother Yan switch to a new little paramour again?
“He probably forgot or is throwing a temper tantrum. What’s there to be angry about? If a little lover is acting up, just discipline him a few times and he’ll learn his lesson.”
Though Bin Fuer looked refined on the outside, the words coming out of his mouth were starkly at odds with his polite appearance.
“Brother Yan was the one who taught me this before. How come you’ve completely forgotten it now?” He took a sip of wine with a half-smile.
“This time it’s not a lover, it’s a brother,” Yi Yan said.
“A brother?” Bin Fuer dropped his playful smirk and said in absolute shock, “Brother Yan, since when did you secretly take on a brother behind my back without me even knowing?”
“We just met recently, and I haven’t had the chance to introduce him to my other brothers yet,” Yi Yan said indifferently.
Bin Fuer pouted. “Brother Yan, are you going to like this newly made brother more than me?”
This loyal-puppy fanboy act of Bin Fuer’s genuinely improved the arrogant and conceited Yi Yan’s mood.
“Relax, how could he ever compare to you? One is a good brother, the other is a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. A guy like him really thought I would lower myself to truly befriending him?”
Bin Fuer frowned. He caught the loophole in Yi Yan’s words and connected the dots with everything they had talked about earlier.
Bin Fuer strung the entire story together in his head.
He raised an eyebrow, a sudden wave of realization hitting him.
“Brother Yan, your little paramour wouldn’t happen to be the guy who slapped you, would he? And he even dares to pull attitude and leave you on read?”
Yi Yan: “”
That was indeed how events had transpired, but having someone drag it out and repeat it aloud made Yi Yan feel terribly embarrassed.
“Brother Yan, looks like the prey you set your sights on this time isn’t very tame,” Bin Fuer chuckled softly.
Yi Yan let out a cold laugh and lit a cigarette.
“It’s just that you were too impatient and scared the person off,” Bin Fuer said, raising a hand to stroke and toy with the cheek of the female servant standing beside him.
“Thinking he can hide from me just by ignoring my messages? He still has to go to work, doesn’t he?” Yi Yan said with a humorless smile.
“Oh, come on, brother, you even recruited him to work at your company?”
“No, he’s working at Night Charm now,” Yi Yan said.
“Brutal, absolutely brutal! You actually drove your prey right into a bar environment.” Bin Fuer couldn’t help giving Yi Yan a thumbs-up.
“What does that have to do with me? He walked right into it on his own, I didn’t even know beforehand.” Yi Yan rested his hands behind his neck, a carefree and leisurely expression on his face.