Chapter 110: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (110)
Silence fell over the private room once more. Only the cold light from the crystal chandelier poured down, quietly enveloping the two people, each preoccupied with their own thoughts.
Following that, neither of them touched their chopsticks again. The topic was too heavy, robbing them of any appetite. They spent most of the time drinking in silence.
Perhaps their internal emotions had reached a breaking point, as they both seemed to be using the alcohol to drown their sorrows. They drank bottle after bottle. By the end, both Shen Tangqing and Zhou Geng were wasted.
Shen Tangqing rubbed his aching temples and looked at Zhou Geng, only to find that Zhou Geng had fallen asleep leaning against his chair. Perhaps he had been too exhausted lately, as there were faint dark circles under his eyes.
Shen Tangqing braced himself against the table to stand up, intending to help Zhou Geng. But Zhou Geng was completely dead to the world; he couldn’t be moved at all.
Shaking his heavy head, Shen Tangqing staggered out of the room to find a waiter for help. However, before he had walked a few steps, he crashed straight into a warm embrace.
“S-Sorry…” Shen Tangqing was so drunk his tongue was tripping over his words.
“Shen Tangqing.”
A deep male voice sounded above his head.
Shen Tangqing looked up and crashed into Qin Yizhou’s bottomless eyes. There was a trace of subtle helplessness on the other man’s face.
“Mr… Mr. Qin, why are you… here?”
A dark glint flickered in Qin Yizhou’s eyes as he looked at him. After a couple of seconds, he spoke leisurely, “I’m here to eat.”
His gaze fell on Shen Tangqing’s face, which was exquisitely beautiful due to the alcohol. His Adam’s apple rolled slowly before he asked in a voice laced with a hint of huskiness, “Are you finished eating with your friend?”
Shen Tangqing’s brain was foggy. He didn’t even think about why Qin Yizhou knew he was eating with a friend. “Finished… he’s drunk… I’m looking for a waiter to help me send… send him to the car.”
After speaking, he prepared to walk toward the counter but was caught by the wrist by Qin Yizhou.
The sudden physical contact made both of them freeze for a moment. Shen Tangqing tilted his head, his expression confused, not knowing why Qin Yizhou was holding him.
As for Qin Yizhou, he was feeling tense. “I’ll see you off.”
Shen Tangqing blinked. The alcohol made his reactions a half-beat slow. After a few seconds, he let out a smile. “Thank you, Mr. Qin.”
The soft, slightly drunken words fell into Qin Yizhou’s ears like a girlfriend acting spoiled. His expression darkened for a moment, and his breathing grew heavier.
But the next second, he heard Shen Tangqing add, “You really are a good person.”
Qin Yizhou: “…”
His gaze traveled over Shen Tangqing’s features, inch by inch, finally landing on his shimmering lips. The stagnant well of his eyes suddenly rippled.
He wasn’t some “good person.” Nor did he want to be one.
Don’t think he didn’t use the internet. How did the netizens put it?
Good men get a reputation; bad men get everything.
He wanted to be a bad man.
…
Qin Yizhou made a call to his bodyguard. Soon, a man in a suit entered the room and hauled Zhou Geng out over his shoulder.
By the time Shen Tangqing followed him out of Huanyueju, the night was as thick as ink. The cold wind swirled fine snowflakes into his face, causing Shen Tangqing’s foggy brain to clear slightly.
“Mr. Qin, just have him put Geng-ge at the intersection. I’ll take him back. I’ve troubled you again today…”
Shen Tangqing had been dropped off by a driver today. He had originally intended to hitch a ride back to Liuli Shuian with Zhou Geng after dinner, not expecting Zhou Geng to be this far gone.
Qin Yizhou paused. His gaze swept over Zhou Geng inconspicuously, his expression turning cold. “You’re taking him home?”
This place wasn’t far from Liuli Shuian—about twenty minutes by taxi. There was a guest room at home, and Shen Tangqing had intended to take Zhou Geng back for the night.
“Yeah, why?” Shen Tangqing looked at Qin Yizhou. Perhaps due to the alcohol, his eyes looked like they were soaked in water. His cheeks were flushed, and even his eyelids were pink, looking breathtakingly beautiful.
Qin Yizhou’s breath hitched. The next second, the thought of Shen Tangqing taking Zhou Geng home made his face turn dark again.
A lone man and a lone woman—wait, two lone men in one room. No. Absolutely not.
After a moment of silence, he spoke, “Isn’t there a hotel right next door? I’ll just have someone open a room for him. He’s sleeping like a dead pig; can you even carry him back?”
Shen Tangqing’s brain was slow, but he felt Qin Yizhou had a point. Trying to haul Zhou Geng home would probably kill him from exhaustion. “That works… then I’ll take him to the hotel…”
An imperceptible curve touched Qin Yizhou’s lips. “I’ll go with you.”
…
Shen Tangqing felt relieved after sending Zhou Geng to the hotel room.
After leaving the hotel, Qin Yizhou looked at him. “I’ll take you home.”
Shen Tangqing shook his head, trying to clear his mind. “No… no need, Mr. Qin. I’ll just grab a taxi.”
“It’s on the way. Let’s go.”
As they spoke, a car had already stopped in front of them. Without waiting for the driver to get out, Qin Yizhou opened the car door first and looked at Shen Tangqing, gesturing for him to get in.
Shen Tangqing hesitated for a second but got in. “Thank you, Mr. Qin. I’ll treat you to a meal another day…”
Looking at Shen Tangqing leaning against the seat, Qin Yizhou felt that he was incredibly well-behaved at this moment. He couldn’t help but smile, and even his sharp features softened. “Alright…”
The car was silent. The aftereffects of the alcohol were kicking in. Shen Tangqing felt his head getting heavier and his eyelids followed suit. Finally, unable to resist the drowsiness, his head tilted as he drifted off to sleep.
…
The heating in the car carried the faint scent of alcohol from Shen Tangqing’s body, like a layer of ambiguous gauze in the enclosed space.
Qin Yizhou sat sideways, his gaze lingering shamelessly on Shen Tangqing’s sleeping profile. It was burning and filled with a trace of obsession. He looked at Shen Tangqing’s pink cheeks and slowly moved his gaze to those red, full lips.
They looked so soft. They looked delicious.
…
Qin Yizhou’s Adam’s apple rolled. In the end, he couldn’t resist. He reached out and lightly touched Shen Tangqing’s lips with his fingertips. The warm sensation made his heart tighten, and his eyes instantly darkened.
After a moment, he looked up and spoke slowly, “Back to the old residence.”
Hearing this, the driver tactfully dimmed the car lights and drove smoothly toward the Qin Estate.
It wasn’t until the car stopped in the garage that Qin Yizhou withdrew his gaze. After the driver opened the door, he bent down and carefully picked the man up in a princess carry.
Shen Tangqing was sleeping soundly. When he was picked up, he just unconsciously nuzzled against Qin Yizhou’s chest, letting out a faint whimper as if searching for a comfortable position.
Just that unconscious nuzzle made Qin Yizhou’s heart soften. His arms tightened slightly around the man, and even his footsteps paused for a second.
…
The villa lobby was lit with warm yellow crystal lights. Several night-shift servants hurried over when they heard footsteps from the elevator area.
When they saw Qin Yizhou holding a person, everyone froze in disbelief. This Eldest Young Master, who was always cold and distant and never brought outsiders home, was actually carrying a man back to the villa?
This was simply too shocking. Their minds were filled with: Is the Eldest Young Master gay?
However, after a casual glance from Qin Yizhou, they quickly lowered their heads and offered low-voiced greetings.
Qin Yizhou gave a slight nod before carrying Shen Tangqing straight through the lobby and walking toward the second-floor bedroom with steady steps.
The person in his arms seemed to be sleeping even more soundly. His cheek was pressed against Qin Yizhou’s suit jacket, his warm breath falling onto the fabric. Qin Yizhou looked down, feeling strangely regretful.
If he weren’t wearing clothes, that breath would fall directly onto his bare skin…
He didn’t dare think about how good that would feel.
[Translator’s Note: Qin Yizhou is making his move! “Princess carry” (公主抱) is a classic romance trope. And the “bad man” line? Hahaha, he’s really leaning into the “overbearing CEO” energy!]
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