Part 2
Until noon, Jian Huaiyi remained in a daze, as if shrouded in a grumpy morning fog, radiating a “stay away” coldness.
After leaving Grouse Mountain, they went to walk across the suspension bridge. Being young, they didn’t feel tired at all even after two consecutive days of activity.
Liang Xun’s flight was in the afternoon. Xiao Yuanzhou had something come up unexpectedly, so Jian Huaiyi had to drive him to the airport.
He had arrived with nothing, and he left just as empty-handed.
“You can just drop me here,” Liang Xun said.
Jian Huaiyi gave a faint nod, gazing at the departure gate sign. A familiar scene.
“The temperature is low. Wear more clothes so you don’t get cold,” Liang Xun instructed.
Jian Huaiyi dug his nails into his palm. “I know.” He was mentally calculating how to get this big shot on his way as quickly as possible.
Otherwise, if he dropped an “I’ll miss you” on him, he’d be miserable for half the day again.
“It’s about time. You should go in,” Jian Huaiyi urged. He crossed his arms and gave Liang Xun a little wave, his cool eyes fixed on him. “See you back home.”
Liang Xun was quite moved. “See you back home. I’m not homophobic.”
“Okay, okay, I know. You’re not homophobic, you’re not straight, you’re the gayest of the gay,” Jian Huaiyi said, forcibly turning Liang Xun’s shoulders. He took a deep breath. “Goodbye. I’ll miss you, babe.”
His brain really is damaged.
Liang Xun was finally gone.
Jian Huaiyi secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Jian Huaiyi stayed in Vancouver for another week before returning to China.
Ning Chen was very reluctant to see him go, and the two agreed to meet again back in China.
“Huaiyi, here are all the photos from the past few days,” Ning Chen said, handing Jian Huaiyi a small tin box.
Jian Huaiyi took it. The coolness of the metal box touched his fingertips, and a thought struck him. He handed it back.
“You can keep them here.”
“Huh?” Ning Chen was taken aback.
Jian Huaiyi joked, “Something for you to remember me by.”
Ning Chen smiled shyly. “Okay.”
“Ahem!”
A very deliberate cough sounded from the side. Xiao Yuanzhou was staring at the two of them with resentful eyes.
A barely perceptible smile flashed in Jian Huaiyi’s eyes. “I’m leaving.”
“Goodbye, Huaiyi.”
“Goodbye.”
News of Jian Huaiyi’s trip to Vancouver had somehow leaked, and Zhao Yanting and Jiang Yue insisted on coming to pick him up from the airport.
From a distance, he saw Zhao Yanting waving at him from the exit. “Jian’er, over here!”
Jiang Yue stood beside him, smiling without a word.
Jian Huaiyi pushed his luggage cart towards them. Liang Xun stepped forward and took the suitcase from his hand.
“You’re back,” Liang Xun’s voice was low, laced with a hint of gentleness.
Jian Huaiyi paused, subconsciously glancing behind him. He saw Jiang Yue’s teasing smile and a somewhat reserved Zhao Yanting.
Jian Huaiyi: …
In for a penny, in for a pound.
Jian Huaiyi walked over to the two of them, shoulder to shoulder with Liang Xun. Liang Xun shot a cool glance at Zhao Yanting, who shrank back, wanting to say something but ultimately being held back by Jiang Yue.
Liang Xun drove them to a nearby restaurant for dinner first. Zhao Yanting hadn’t seen Jian Huaiyi in a long time, and as soon as they got to the private room, he tactlessly squeezed in next to him.
“Jian’er, was Vancouver fun?”
“It was alright.”
Liang Xun stood to the side, his gaze frosty.
Jiang Yue smiled and beckoned to Zhao Yanting, chiming in at the right moment, “Ting’a, come over here. I have something for you.”
Zhao Yanting cautiously looked away, sensing a trap.
“What is it?”
“Just come here. It’s about your soulmate.”
Zhao Yanting was tempted. Ultimately, he couldn’t resist the allure of his soulmate and got up to walk over to Jiang Yue.
Liang Xun unhurriedly stepped forward and sat down next to Jian Huaiyi.
Jiang Yue clenched his fist and said to Zhao Yanting, “Three, two, one.”
He opened his palm. “Look, this is the air your soulmate has breathed.”
Zhao Yanting blinked. A moment later, he reached out, grabbed Jiang Yue by the neck, and pushed him back. “Jiang Yue, you bastard!”
“Hey, just tell me if I’m right or not, Zhao Yanting. Unless your soulmate is still in the womb, she’s definitely breathed air,” Jiang Yue continued, adding fuel to the fire.
“Jiang Yue, I’m going to kill you!”
Jian Huaiyi lowered his head and drank his tea, unfazed by this kind of scene. It was Liang Xun, however, who watched the two of them, a prickling sensation at his temples as a few fragments of memory flashed before his eyes.
He felt like he had seen this scene before.
A waiter knocked on the door of the private room and brought in the dishes. Only then did Zhao Yanting let go of Jiang Yue, elegantly wiping his fingers with a napkin.
“I am a man of great magnanimity and will not stoop to your level.”
Jiang Yue was so angry he laughed.
With Zhao Yanting and Jiang Yue there, the meal was exceptionally lively.
When they had finished eating, Liang Xun went to pay the bill.
The moment Zhao Yanting saw Liang Xun leave, he let out a huge sigh of relief and immediately launched himself onto Jian Huaiyi.
“Huai… yi…” Zhao Yanting sniffled dramatically, his voice choked with emotion. “Someone bullied me, boo hoo hoo.”
Jian Huaiyi was stunned for a second, then frowned. “Bullied? Who bullied you?”
“Liang Xun!” Zhao Yanting cried, his face buried in Jian Huaiyi’s neck, looking utterly wronged and incredulous. “CEO Liang… he… he threatened me!”
Jian Huaiyi’s brow relaxed, and he asked, puzzled, “Liang Xun threatened you?”
Zhao Yanting nodded like a chick pecking at grain and began to tattle. “Mmm-hmm. Jian’er, do you remember the night I called you?”
Jian Huaiyi tried to recall. He vaguely remembered receiving a call the night he was drunk. So it was Zhao Yanting.
“I remember. What about it?”
“The next day, Liang Xun came directly to my house. Can you imagine? CEO Liang, with a grim face, knocking on my door. I wasn’t even fully awake. I groggily opened the door and thought I was seeing a ghost. It scared me awake instantly,” Zhao Yanting described vividly.
Jiang Yue couldn’t help but interject, “Get to the point.”
“What’s the rush?” Zhao Yanting snapped at him.
Jiang Yue smiled.
Zhao Yanting looked at Jian Huaiyi, his tone rising and falling dramatically. “The point is, he came to me and said a bunch of inexplicable things, and even offered me money. Ten million. Not a lot, but not a little either. But Jian’er, do you know why he wanted to give me money?”
Jian Huaiyi asked patiently, “Why?”
“He told me to stay away from you! He wanted to buy our friendship for ten million! How ridiculous is that?!”
Jian Huaiyi was silent.
“But it gets even more ridiculous, Jian’er. He even threatened that if I contacted you again, he would go after my family.”
Jian Huaiyi was even more silent.
Jiang Yue, however, understood. He exchanged a look with Jian Huaiyi and finally couldn’t hold it in any longer, bursting into laughter.
“Hahahahahahaha.”
“That Ah Xun…”
Jian Huaiyi pushed Zhao Yanting’s head off his neck, his expression cool. “Yanting, I apologize to you on Liang Xun’s behalf for this.”
Zhao Yanting was confused. “Jian’er, what are you apologizing for?”
Jiang Yue clapped his hands in delight. “What a great drama of catching the other woman, hahahaha.”
Jian Huaiyi sighed softly, a sound of helplessness or perhaps some other emotion.
It was all his fault.
If he hadn’t gotten drunk and slept with Liang Xun, none of this bizarre, absurd series of events would have happened.
“Yanting, Liang Xun has amnesia. Don’t hold it against him.”
Zhao Yanting was completely lost. “What other woman? What’s there to hold against him?”
Jiang Yue clutched his stomach, laughing so hard that tears came to his eyes.
“Yanting’a, you should be more careful. Stop calling Huaiyi by those cheesy nicknames in the future.”
Zhao Yanting was not happy. “I’ll call him whatever I want! Huaiyi doesn’t even mind, what business is it of yours!”
With that, Zhao Yanting threw his arm around Jian Huaiyi and shouted, “Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey!”
Just then, the door to the private room opened.
Liang Xun stood at the entrance, his hands in his pockets, his expression dark, quietly watching the scene before him.
The room fell instantly silent. Zhao Yanting stiffly and slowly sat up, removing his arm from Jian Huaiyi’s shoulder. Then, as if burned, he shot up from the sofa and, in one smooth motion, strode over to Jiang Yue’s side.
He plopped back down in his original seat.
Zhao Yanting forced a smile, maintaining his previous tone, and winked at Jiang Yue. “Wifey, say something.”
Jiang Yue: ?
A small piece of muscle under his forearm was pinched. Jiang Yue hissed in pain and let out a cold laugh. “You bastard.”
Zhao Yanting blinked, his mind racing. He quickly followed up, “…My grandpa, they’re all grandpas?” He almost started singing.
Jian Huaiyi: …
Liang Xun: …
He completely dismissed any suspicion he had about Zhao Yanting.
Recommended Reads
![[Esports] I Started an Online Romance with a Big Shot After Retiring](https://beereads.space/wp-content/uploads/2025/12/esports.jpg)
![[ABO] President Shou Is Not a Total Shou](https://beereads.space/wp-content/uploads/2026/01/the-shou-is-not-a-total-shou-214x300.jpg)
