Part 4
On the curved neck, his Adam’s apple bobbed tremulously.
His thin shoulders were pulled tight like a bow, his collarbone the string. In a certain instant, his jaw lifted a face blooming with desire, letting out a soft “Mn” moan, body jerking like an arrow released.
Heartbeat and breathing stopped abruptly.
Azure eyes gradually hid in the darkness, dragging Wen Rong back. “You like this.”
“I…”
Leon was a terrifying academic; he wanted to teach Wen Rong a lifetime of studied knowledge in one night.
Wen Rong’s body rejected this lesson. Amidst the rolling heat, he only vaguely remembered phrases like “So that spot is at the second knuckle” and “I feel like I’m going to wring you dry.”
After a long time, Wen Rong finally gathered enough strength to say a complete sentence: “Senior, I’m so tired.”
“Want a bath?”
“Mn…”
Warm water sloshed over his body. Every movement amplified the force of Senior bumping into him. He felt himself being lifted from the inside out, almost flying.
Yet his shoulder was firmly clamped by Senior’s chin—unable to escape, unable to refuse.
Accidentally, Wen Rong saw Senior’s hand resting on the edge of the bathtub.
Knuckles distinct, slender.
The palm wrapped around a pink bath bomb. When the huge impact came, the fingertips clenched tight. The bath bomb was squeezed into fine white bubbles, flowing along the gaps between fingers onto the back of the hand.
Then, that hand slipped down with a splash. The bubbles melted into the rippling water, becoming part of what covered Wen Rong.
Wen Rong noticed his own arm moving. A few seconds later, he realized his brain really wasn’t thinking clearly—that was clearly his own hand!
He slapped the water somewhat angrily, reaching out to touch his shoulder and kneading it randomly.
Leon finally asked him, “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want this. Use your mouth to help me.”
Morning sunlight spilled in, illuminating the terrifying hickeys left on his skin.
At the collarbone, a row of teeth marks had been bitten down.
It was a punishment bite because last night Wen Rong only wanted fingers and nothing else.
The quilt slid to the floor, and Wen Rong was awakened by a slight sound.
Opening his eyes, he saw Leon smiling while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Awake?”
“…Mn.”
“Satisfied?”
Wen Rong didn’t know what was wrong with himself, but he couldn’t help losing his temper. “I wanted you to finish quickly, not use that as an excuse to wake me up in the morning.”
“Angry?”
“…”
“You look so good when you’re angry, like you’re flirting with Senior.”
Wen Rong choked.
“Come, Senior will help you wash up. Zhou Xie has already made breakfast.”
“Want to sleep.”
“Eat then sleep.”
Leon dressed Wen Rong, buttoning him up to the top, deliberately covering the traces of last night’s intimacy.
Wen Rong was limp, leaning on his shoulder every now and then. His eyes would close after a few seconds, looking like he was asleep.
When Leon called him, Wen Rong would grunt impatiently, looking determined to stay in bed.
This was a delicate side rarely seen in Wen Rong, and Leon liked it very much.
Wen Rong had never been pampered growing up; his daily conduct always lacked a bit of willfulness. Being able to show even a tiny bit now meant Wen Rong regarded him as an intimate figure who wouldn’t leave no matter what—a lover, or a husband…
Thinking of this, Leon couldn’t help kissing him.
Like a couple in the honeymoon phase, wanting to stick together every moment, pressed tightly, feeling each other.
Wen Rong showed signs of waking up, struggling to open his eyes, but finally gave up the struggle due to lack of energy, tilting his face to let him kiss.
Just when Leon felt they should go down to eat, Wen Rong suddenly reached out and hooked his neck. “Senior, help me take off my clothes.”
Leon felt stirred. He unbuttoned the shirt, his thumb touching the red marks on the pale skin.
Wen Rong’s body suddenly tilted; he had fallen completely asleep.
Realizing Wen Rong had “pranked” him, Leon couldn’t help laughing. He carried Wen Rong back to bed, helped him undress, and let him continue sleeping.
Zhou Xie’s breakfast became lunch, specifically delivered to the room.
When bringing the empty plates down, Zhou Xie glanced at the second floor and expressionlessly handed Leon a tube of medicine.
Leon tossed the medicine in the air, playing with it. “Checked already. No fever this morning, and no swelling.”
Zhou Xie silently went to cook dinner.
That night, Leon drove Wen Rong back to school.
In the car, he made Wen Rong set a date to accompany him home, and also set an extra time to go buy gifts with Wen Rong.
Although everything was prepared, on the day Wen Rong went home with him, he was still so nervous his voice trembled.
It was high summer. Stepping out of the car into the sun, the ground temperature was nearly 40°C. Even with an umbrella, it was stiflingly hot.
Leon held the umbrella in one hand and fanned the back of Wen Rong’s neck with the other. “Hot?”
Wen Rong shook his head, but his forehead was completely red, sweat soaking his roots.
“Nervous?”
Wen Rong: “Nervous.”
“If you’re afraid you won’t do something well, you can tell Senior. Senior will teach you.”
“I’m not very good at getting along with elders.”
“My parents aren’t very good at getting along with kids either. When I was little, one was at the research base all year round, and the other was at the court. Neither talked to me. Knowing you’re coming, they’re also afraid you won’t like them.”
“I…?”
“My dad dealt with many divorce cases before. Most were due to discord between parents and spouses. So he’s scared to death—scared that if they do something wrong and leave a bad impression on you, I’ll be single forever.”
Only then did Wen Rong relax a bit.
Just as he was about to speak, a voice called out “Wen Rong” from the distance.
On the other side of the parking lot, Evelyn and Jiang Zhiyue got out of a car together.
Wen Rong looked at him in surprise. Leon smiled. “With company, you’ll be more relaxed.”
The excuse to trick Jiang Zhiyue into coming was Wang Sichen’s case. Organ trading involved medicine, and as a doctor, she was very concerned about it.
Seeing Wen Rong, Jiang Zhiyue’s eyes lit up. She pulled him aside to ask about the details of the Outer District.
Through the Q&A, Wen Rong returned to his usual state.
The atmosphere during the meal was good. Gathering together, they could even discuss the Wang Sichen case.
That night, both Wen Rong and Jiang Zhiyue stayed over in the guest rooms.
Before sleeping, Leon took Wen Rong to look at his old photos.
He wanted Wen Rong to know him better, preferably to know everything about him.
Because he didn’t have much time left.
A week later, Leon boarded the helicopter to the research base, starting a life isolated from the world.
Surprisingly, with his mind focused on researching more and doing more every day, time passed particularly fast.
He could still talk to Wen Rong on the phone every month.
His life was dull and required secrecy, so it was mostly Wen Rong talking.
For example, Wen Rong pushed the “Special Recruit Expansion” plan, intending to let many commoner students enter Floriman Academy so they would have a chance to enter government management in the future.
He also submitted the Outer District renovation plan, which passed through the National Congress.
Leon was somewhat surprised to learn that Zhou Xie applied to work on the Outer District renovation. After all, given Zhou Xie’s preference for stability, he should have chosen to work in the District 1 government.
But on second thought, Zhou Xie’s move was reasonable. Everyone knew Wen Rong proposed the plan to develop the Outer District. If the development failed due to bribery or corruption in the middle, the blame would fall on Wen Rong, which would be detrimental to his future development.
Time passed through phone calls about Wen Rong.
Until a certain month, the news reported the Federation’s successful landing on Mars. Leon’s photo appeared on every television in the Federation.
The “prison” life completely ended. As the first person to land on Mars, he was recorded in the Federal Aerospace Almanac and became a key protected figure.
Leon’s workplace shifted from the research base to the research center.
That year, Wen Rong also graduated.
Following the path of previous Student Council Presidents, he entered the District 1 government to work and moved into government-allocated housing.
Wen Rong was very happy about owning a house. Leon accompanied him to the furniture store, helping him buy every item placed in the house.
However, human joys and sorrows are not connected. While Wen Rong was happy to start working, his superiors began to have headaches.
Wen Rong was like a detector; leaders willing to take responsibility liked him, while those coasting along found him a headache.
On one hand, the current Wen Rong wasn’t the status-less special recruit from a few years ago. He had been Student Council President for six years, controlling the recruitment of special students, with connections spread across the Federation.
On the other hand, in the eyes of the masses, Wen Rong’s image had been terrifyingly good since the Outer District renovation. The media said that if he wanted to be a 19-year-old President, he could—and that statement was definitely not an exaggeration.
With various factors boosting him, his leaders didn’t dare make a sound even if they had opinions. They could only promote him frantically, hoping he would move to other departments sooner.
The higher the position, the greater the work pressure. Mental tension needed an intimate person to relieve it.
Leon diligently played this role. Whenever he was free, he would go to Wen Rong, although he inevitably bumped into Zhou Xie, who lived opposite Wen Rong.
In the third year of working in the government, the Federation launched a new round of presidential elections.
Zhou Xie was more invested in this matter than Wen Rong. He had already smoothed out relations with all parties in advance and prepared all the paperwork.
Leon was at the research center and couldn’t help Wen Rong much with procedural matters.
Fortunately, the election only had procedural troubles. There was no doubt Wen Rong would be elected.
He could be said to be the most relaxed candidate in history. He was highly anticipated long before the election, and the opposing party couldn’t recover their vitality because of the Wang Sichen incident.
This fact was so obvious that during the election, the media didn’t focus on who would win, but rather speculated on who the First Lady accompanying Wen Rong to the inauguration ceremony would be.
The Federation always had a First Lady. In various diplomatic activities, the First Lady was an eye-catching presence.
Some people moved upon hearing the wind, vying to recommend their daughters to Wen Rong. Their methods were varied: bribing media to create scandals first, waiting downstairs with food, sending daughters to be his secretary, and the bolder ones even sent daughters to Wen Rong’s bed.
Finally, an old man had a flash of inspiration: None of these women succeeded. Is it because Wen Rong likes men?
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. So he urged his grandson to hurry up and secure Wen Rong.
This old man—was Leo’s grandfather.
Heaven could testify, Leo had watched the entire process of his three childhood friends fighting openly and secretly for Wen Rong. Because of Wen Rong’s addition, his status among the friends had dropped in a straight line. Hearing Wen Rong’s name, he was so scared he didn’t dare go home and lived in his office every day.
The old man was confused; the old man was shocked. Such a good person, why doesn’t my grandson like him? Is my biological grandson’s taste this bad?
So he went to the entrance of Leo’s company to catch him and ask for the full story personally.
Leo was thoroughly annoyed, so he exposed his three childhood friends.
The twists and turns dated back many years. The old man froze for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands. “Good, good, good. Kissing upon kissing (relatives marrying), not bad, not bad.”
Whether it meant Zhou Xie and Wen Rong were “close,” or the three of them were “close” because of Wen Rong… it was messy. No one could figure out the old man’s meaning.
But Leon was a bit jealous. During intimate moments, he intentionally or unintentionally asked Wen Rong who he planned to bring to the inauguration ceremony.
It seemed that whoever went would be equivalent to announcing the winner.
Wen Rong was secretive, initiating kisses to avoid answering.
Even if Leon wanted to ask again, he couldn’t speak anymore because his mouth was busy.
On the night of the inauguration ceremony, the whole world sat in front of their televisions, waiting for Wen Rong to appear and curious about who the First Lady was.
Rows of Federation flags unfurled in the wind. Wen Rong stood on the stage alone.
The entire venue was dark; only a single beam of light fell on his shoulder.
The dust floating in the air turned into a blurry cloud, entwining and following him. He embodied the poem “A noble scion amidst the clouds, with bones of jade and a spirit clear as autumn”—standing tall and graceful, with extraordinary bearing.
The director maneuvered the camera close to his face, projecting it onto the massive screens.
Objective beauty crashed down upon everyone.
Thick eyelashes cast shadows in his eyes, giving that clear gaze a hint of enchanting depth.
The noisy venue fell silent in an instant, as if humanity quietly ceased to need to breathe.
Holding everyone’s gaze, Wen Rong walked slowly to the podium, the corners of his lips curving into a gentle arc.
“Good evening, Federation.”
His voice hovered over every street and alley of the Federation, surging like a gale, rushing out a smooth path.
His brilliant footprints would turn into words in history books, praised for thousands of years.
Even if the Federation fell and eras changed, the name Wen Rong, like the starlight in this night, would exist forever.
Leon stared tightly at the stage. Wen Rong would respond to his gaze from time to time, his eyes mixed with the joy of success he wanted to share with his lover.
Even though he didn’t walk onto the stage as the First Lady, Leon still felt satisfied.
A star that shines on the world, occasionally, would let its light fall solely on him.
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