Chapter 89: I’m Here, Make Them Scram
Song Xingmian seemed to freeze at the door for a second. Once he reacted, his face changed instantly. Like a small cannonball, he rushed over and angrily shoved aside the people clinging to Wen Yuhuai.
“Who told you to touch Brother!?”
The girls had only just grown bold enough to sidle up and hadn’t even taken any real action before being shoved away by this newcomer. Naturally, they weren’t very happy. But when they looked again and saw that the newcomer was clearly another handsome and wealthy second-generation heir, they plastered on smiles again.
“Little brother, why are you just getting here? We’ve been waiting for you forever.”
Song Xingmian ignored them, staring fixedly at Wen Yuhuai. His eyes were rimmed with red, as if in a silent interrogation.
Wen Yuhuai had undone the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a pale, slender neck. A cigarette was tucked between his middle and index fingers, the smoke curling away. His eyes were half-squinted, appearing lazy and casual. “You’re here?”
Song Xingmian’s eyes grew redder as he stood stubbornly in place, like a little lamb that had wandered into a wolf pack. His voice sounded as if it were squeezed through his teeth. “Brother… this… this is the ‘play’ you wanted to take me to?”
Naturally, it wasn’t. These beautiful girls were meant to lure Fu Xingjian out. Wen Yuhuai sat up slightly, took another drag of the cigarette, and then casually dropped it into a glass on the table.
“You don’t like it?”
Song Xingmian’s eyes didn’t blink as he stared at him. He practically stumbled around the long table to reach him. Those beautiful amber eyes were already veiled with a layer of misty tears, as if a single blink would send them falling.
“I don’t! I don’t like it at all! Brother, can’t you see even now? I only like you…”
The hand Wen Yuhuai was using to toy with his glass paused. Although he had known about Song Xingmian’s feelings from Lin Shiyu in advance, hearing it with his own ears still carried quite an impact.
The girls who had been chased to the other end of the sofa were also stunned. No wonder. No wonder neither of these two handsome guys gave us a single glance. We thought our charm had failed.
Turns out they’re gay.
Why did they call us then? To cheer them on from the sidelines?
Wen Yuhuai leaned back against the sofa, looking up at the youth standing before him, his face full of confusion.
“I only like you…” He repeated Song Xingmian’s words slowly and asked with a hint of perplexity, “You say you like me? Why? What is there about me worth your liking?”
He was truly curious. What exactly was different about him that made so many people love him to death? If he could find that trait, couldn’t he just change it?
The tears in his eyes grew fuller, but Song Xingmian stubbornly refused to blink, unwilling to let a single vulnerable tear fall in front of the one he loved.
He slowly lowered his body, almost kneeling between Wen Yuhuai’s legs. His hands, bit by bit, pushed their luck and climbed onto Yuhuai’s waist. He stared at him with those tearful eyes, as if demanding recognition. “Brother, there’s no reason to like someone. You just need to stand there. Even if you do nothing, I still love you to death. Give me a chance, Brother…”
Wen Yuhuai’s lips instinctively pressed together. He raised a long leg, the toe of his leather shoe pressing against the youth’s chest. “Don’t let your hands wander. Sit back.”
Song Xingmian offered no resistance. Following the slight pressure, he sat on the floor. He used the long table for support to stand up and then flipped over to sit beside Yuhuai.
It was as if he had dropped his disguise. He couldn’t bear to take his eyes off Yuhuai for a second. “Brother, are you with Lin Shiyu now? He’s helping you deal with Fu Xingjian, right? I can help you too. Look at me…”
His words grew more and more explicit, as if he were possessed. “Brother, I want you so much I’m going crazy. Be with me. I’m willing to be your dog. I’ll do whatever you tell me…”
Wen Yuhuai’s expression grew uglier and uglier. Finally, unable to take it, he picked up the drink beside him and splashed it directly in the youth’s face. “Are you awake now?”
Song Xingmian’s unfinished words came to an abrupt halt. His boiling passion seemed to have been extinguished by the drink.
After a long while, he slowly blinked. Crystal droplets slid down from the corner of his reddened eyes—it was unclear if it was the drink or tears.
“I’m awake.”
He had truly been driven mad with anger by the scene he saw when he entered. He had spoken so recklessly, and while he was calm now, he didn’t really regret it.
Previously, he was always afraid of rejection, hesitating and not daring to say anything. But now that someone else had gotten ahead of him, if he continued to stay silent, he wouldn’t even get a drop of the leftover soup.
Wen Yuhuai really hadn’t expected things to blow up like this. He hadn’t wanted to trigger Song Xingmian today; he wanted to trigger Fu Xingjian. As luck would have it, the girls had just sidled up to him and before he could reject them, Song Xingmian arrived.
Let it be a misunderstanding then. He hadn’t explained because he wanted to use the opportunity to let the kid see his sexual orientation, but it ended up backfiring.
The girls to the side watched with mouths agape, as if they still hadn’t figured out the situation. Wen Yuhuai massaged his temples. Song Xingmian, being sensible, pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and distributed a small stack to each girl.
“Hush money. I don’t want to hear a word about what happened tonight spreading out.”
The girls took the money and nodded frantically. “Don’t worry, sir. We won’t say a thing.”
Wen Yuhuai shot him a glance but ultimately said nothing.
Song Xingmian returned to his side, reverting to that pitiful look, appearing as fragile as if he would cry the next second. “Brother, I don’t know anyone in Haishi. Don’t abandon me.”
Wen Yuhuai wanted to sting him, to tell him to go back to whoever he came with. But at the thought of Gu Yanxiu, he couldn’t help but feel a bit wary. That man was also very troublesome.
“Forget it. Just play on the side and let me be quiet.”
Fortunately, Song Xingmian didn’t ask the classic “Who is Quiet?” joke.
Wen Yuhuai’s originally composed state had been disrupted. He drank two more glasses before he managed to adjust himself. His gaze frequently landed on the two closed, carved sandalwood doors.
The person he was waiting for today hadn’t come yet.
Wen Yuhuai checked his watch; it was already 7:00 PM. He’d wait three more hours. If the person didn’t show by 10:00, he’d call it a day.
He wasn’t in the mood to have fun anyway.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, those heavy-looking doors were pushed open bit by bit from the outside.
Fu Xingjian walked in against the light, his pace as composed as ever—refined, elegant, and noble.
Wen Yuhuai sat on the sofa without moving. He glanced behind the man and said nonchalantly, “You’re here.”
The corners of Fu Xingjian’s lips tilted up slightly. He approached step by step, his voice low and tender. “You made such a big scene today, calling so many people… wasn’t it just to lure me out?”
“A-Yu, you wanted to see me. How could I bear to let you down?”
His gaze swept around the large private room. It chilled almost imperceptibly when he saw the girls, but when it landed on Song Xingmian, the coldness became obvious. Yet his tone remained tender, almost lingering.
“As you wished, I am here. Make them scram.”
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