Chapter 26: Princess Carry
Unfortunately, the elevator ride from the sixth floor to the first took only a blink of an eye. No matter how reluctant he was, Lin Shiyu eventually lifted his head slowly. He freed a hand to wipe the glistening lips of the person in his arms before carrying him toward the Bentley parked nearby.
“Young Master Lin, our Young Master…”
The two bodyguards had learned about their employer’s interpersonal relationships before starting the job, so they naturally knew this young master was their Young Master’s good friend.
“He’s drunk. Remember to ask the helper at home to make him a bowl of hangover soup when we get back.”
Hu Zhe stepped forward to take him, but Lin Shiyu stepped aside, refusing to hand him over. “Open the car door.”
Jiang Qiao quickly opened the rear door.
Lin Shiyu carried him directly inside and sat down.
The two bodyguards standing outside the door froze for a moment. Lin Shiyu glanced at them and said, “What are you waiting for? Go to the front and drive. I’m taking your Young Master home.”
The Bentley sped along the empty streets late at night. Considering there were people in front, Lin Shiyu gave up on having him sit on his lap. However, he still held his upper body in his arms, letting him sleep leaning on his shoulder.
Hu Zhe was driving. Jiang Qiao sat in the passenger seat, glancing imperceptibly into the rearview mirror. The back of the car was dim, but he could still see his Young Master being held firmly in Young Master Lin’s arms. The posture was a bit too intimate.
Jiang Qiao’s expression became unconsciously strange.
Why did he feel that the way these two young masters interacted was a bit off?
It wasn’t that he thought too much. The reason he became so reticent was that he had been harassed by men before. Moreover, his Young Master was so good-looking; it was reasonable for him to be liked by men.
Or was he just ignorant? Was this how brothers in the city interacted?
Jiang Qiao had no hobby of peeping into others’ privacy. Besides, it was his first time meeting this Young Master Lin today. After stealing that one glance, his eyes didn’t drift to the rearview mirror again. He stared intently at the road ahead the whole time.
After all, if he really wanted to confirm certain things, there was no rush.
Half an hour later, the car stopped steadily in front of the Wen family villa. Jiang Qiao got out cleanly, opened the rear door, and tried again to take their Young Master.
Lin Shiyu didn’t give him the chance again. He carried the person out of the car himself, not even looking at the bodyguard beside him, and carried him straight through the door.
It was approaching midnight. The helper at home was already asleep, and the living room was quiet.
Lin Shiyu carried him familiarly upstairs, entered Wen Yuhuai’s room, and settled him down.
The two bodyguards followed him the whole time. Whether they were worried or wanted to help, in the end, they followed him up and down twice, doing absolutely nothing, leaving everything to Young Master Lin.
“Do you know how to make hangover soup?”
Hu Zhe and Jiang Qiao looked at each other and shook their heads in unison. Their task content didn’t include this; they really didn’t know how.
Lin Shiyu looked at his watch and said, “It’s late. You go rest first. I’ll go to the kitchen to make hangover soup for your Young Master.”
The two hesitated even more, standing still. Hu Zhe spoke first, “Young Master Lin, how about you go first? I’ll make the hangover soup.”
Lin Shiyu glanced at him. “Are you sure the hangover soup you make is drinkable?”
Hu Zhe fell silent. He really wasn’t sure; he hadn’t made it before.
Lin Shiyu ignored them, leaving the two standing in the living room while he went into the kitchen to get busy.
Hangover soup wasn’t hard to make, and the kitchen had all the ingredients. Not long after, Lin Shiyu came out carrying a steaming bowl.
The two bodyguards followed him upstairs without a word, watching helplessly as he helped the person up, woke him, and fed him the hangover soup.
Jiang Qiao’s left and right brain began to fight again. Was this relationship normal or abnormal? Acting like this between brothers seemed fine, but the intimacy felt a bit excessive.
Lin Shiyu came down carrying the empty bowl. The two hurried to follow. “Young Master Lin, leave the cleanup to us.”
Lin Shiyu didn’t stand on ceremony this time. He washed his hands and walked toward the door. “Ask the helper to make a cup of honey water and put it by his bed tomorrow morning. He’ll feel better after drinking it.”
The two bodyguards nodded simultaneously: “Yes.”
After he left, the two bodyguards were washing dishes in the kitchen. Jiang Qiao looked at Hu Zhe beside him and asked thoughtfully, “If one day I drink too much, would you feed me hangover soup?”
Hu Zhe looked at him like he was crazy. “Why don’t you drink yourself to death?”
Jiang Qiao felt comfortable. Indeed, this was the normal mode of interaction between brothers he knew.
The next day, Wen Yuhuai was woken up by the sunlight leaking through the curtain gap.
He looked blankly at the ceiling above his head, having no memory of how he returned yesterday.
After zoning out in bed for a while, Wen Yuhuai clutched his head and struggled to get up. The hangover was uncomfortable, but not terrible. He remembered being helped up and drinking a bowl of hangover soup in a daze; it must be thanks to that soup.
There was a glass cup on the bedside table. He picked it up and smelled it; it should be honey water.
The warm honey water felt much better going down his throat. Wen Yuhuai threw off the covers, got out of bed, and took his pajamas to the bathroom.
His whole body smelled of alcohol and other messy scents, making him feel sour. No, he had to shower first.
After showering, Wen Yuhuai was in a much better mood. Humming a tune, he squeezed toothpaste to brush his teeth. But when he saw himself in the mirror, he froze instantly.
Who could tell him why he looked like he had been ravaged???
His lips were red and swollen, and his eyes were unusually red, as if he had cried secretly last night—
Wait!!!
Wen Yuhuai felt like he was cracking apart. He always thought meeting that pervert yesterday was a nightmare. Could it be not a dream? Did he really meet that pervert again???
Impossible. It must be a dream. Definitely a nightmare.
Wen Yuhuai brushed his teeth hastily. Finally, unable to resist, he sent a message in the group to probe: [Has the surveillance in the hotel been pulled up?]
Five seconds, ten seconds, thirty seconds. No one replied. Wen Yuhuai breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed everything yesterday was really a dream—
Fu Xingjian: [Sorry, Ah Yu. The other party’s hacking skills are too high. It hasn’t been recovered yet.]
Wen Yuhuai’s heart sank straight to the bottom.
So it really wasn’t a dream.
He didn’t pay attention to the messages in the group anymore. He went downstairs distractedly. The two bodyguards were already waiting in the living room.
Wen Yuhuai’s eyeballs moved stiffly as he asked, “Who brought me back yesterday?”
Hu Zhe: “Young Master Lin.”
“He brought me home?”
Hu Zhe didn’t think much of it and nodded nervously. “Yes, Young Master Lin carried you back to your room personally.”
Carried?
This word wasn’t very pleasant. Even if Lin Shiyu brought him back, according to his thinking, he should have dragged him back by the shoulder. There shouldn’t be a need to carry him.
“How did he carry me?”
Hu Zhe delivered a critical hit: “Princess carry.”
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