Chapter 5: The Incompetent and Malicious Ex-Boyfriend (5)
Shen Ci composed himself and brushed Ye Xi’s hand away, explaining dryly, “He’s just a kid. What kind of ideas could I have about him? I just thought my bed was big.”
After saying that, his lips curled into a meaningful smile. “Ye Xi, are you looking to ‘serve’ me tonight?”
Shen Ci’s “service” didn’t refer to things in bed.
A flash of morbid excitement appeared in Ye Xi’s eyes. He had previously detested Shen Ci’s perverted “hobbies.” But now, looking at Shen Ci’s face, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he softly uttered one word.
“Yes.”
Shen Ci was horrified. The system hadn’t told him that Ye Xi was a “McDonald’s attribute” [Masochistic] pervert! No, wait—between him and Ye Xi, who was the real pervert here?
His fake expression nearly cracked because of that one word from Ye Xi. But his current persona was a perverted boyfriend with an intense desire for control over Ye Xi…
Shen Ci silently gritted his teeth. Fine, it’s not like I can do anything to him anyway. Even if he has ideas, there’s nothing that can be done.
Thinking this, Shen Ci’s tense heart relaxed slightly. With the gaze of a superior, he glanced at Ye Xi dismissively.
“I’m going to shower. Carry him back to your room.”
A rare trace of a smile appeared on Ye Xi’s cold face. “Alright, A-Ci.”
Shen Ci went into his room to wash up.
Ming Yanzhou felt a pair of scrutinizing eyes on him. They were brazen and laced with a hint of malice. However, Ming Yanzhou wasn’t flustered; he had total confidence in his perfect, trace-free acting skills.
But thinking about Shen Ci having a boyfriend, his heart felt like it had been thrown into an ice cellar. Chilling to the bone.
After a moment, Ye Xi stepped forward and hoisted Ming Yanzhou up, carrying him into the bedroom. Ming Yanzhou’s stomach felt a bit uncomfortable from being pressed against him. He was a bit confused—how was this guy so strong?
Although he really wanted to see what Ye Xi looked like, Ming Yanzhou suppressed the curiosity in his heart. He felt that this man was very sharp; he couldn’t let him discover he was faking it.
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Ye Xi threw Ming Yanzhou directly onto the bed. The movement was so large and sudden that the bed made a loud “thud.”
Ming Yanzhou landed on the bed and couldn’t help but curse in his heart. Too rough. How could Shen Ci like such a rough man? He wasn’t even half as good as himself.
After glancing at Ming Yanzhou, Ye Xi turned to the closet and took out the bathrobe Shen Ci had specifically bought for him. Then, he turned off the light and left the room.
Only after the door slammed shut did Ming Yanzhou slowly open his eyes.
He fished his phone—which had two cracks across the screen—out of his pocket in the dark. Although it was the latest model, it looked a bit wretched. During his earlier race, the screen had broken, and he hadn’t had time to replace it before being kicked out by his father.
Fortunately, it still worked. He didn’t turn on the flashlight; using only the faint glow of the screen, Ming Yanzhou looked around the room. It was tidy and organized. It wasn’t hard to see that the room’s owner was someone who loved cleanliness.
After a moment, he lay back on the bed. The smell of smoke and alcohol on him made Ming Yanzhou a bit uncomfortable, but he couldn’t exactly pretend to wake up and take a shower now. He felt a bit of self-loathing.
There was a very faint floral scent on the bed that Ming Yanzhou didn’t like. Thinking that Shen Ci was supposed to sleep in the same bed as him but was interrupted by this guy, his heart felt like it was smoldering with fire. He tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep at all.
He took out his phone and opened WeChat. There were a mountain of messages and @ tags in a small three-person group that he had muted. He scrolled through for a long time. There was nothing substantial—just Zhou Geng and Jiang Ningyuan, those two idiots, talking about custom cars and beautiful women.
The last tag was Jiang Ningyuan saying he was returning to the country. Without thinking, Ming Yanzhou replied.
Ming: [If you’re coming back, you’re coming back. Do I need to hold a welcome ceremony for you?]
Jiang Ningyuan actually wasn’t asleep yet; he replied a second after Ming Yanzhou sent the message.
Jiang: [Zhou-er, we haven’t seen each other in a year. Don’t you miss me?]
Ming: [Was it a ghost who came back for New Year’s to drink with us?]
Zhou: [Hahaha, I’m dying laughing~]
Jiang: […]
Jiang Ningyuan ignored Ming Yanzhou’s mockery and smoothly changed the subject. [Zhou, I heard you were kicked out of the house by your old man?]
Ming: [Who told you that?]
Zhou: [It wasn’t me!]
Zhou Geng quickly jumped out to prove his innocence.
Jiang: […] Ming: […]
The group fell silent for a moment. Jiang Ningyuan asked weakly: [Do you want me to support you a bit?]
Ming: [No need. I’ve already found a job.]
Jiang: [What job? Being a male model? Diving into the “sea” [sex work]? I’ll book you the day after tomorrow.]
Ming Yanzhou’s rejection was within Zhou Geng’s expectations. The three of them had grown up together; Ming Yanzhou was stubborn and always meant what he said. Since he hadn’t accepted Zhou Geng’s help, he naturally wouldn’t accept Jiang’s.
Ming Yanzhou ignored Jiang Ningyuan’s teasing and silently typed three words: [Loader.]
Zhou Geng and Jiang Ningyuan were completely dazed. What did a loader do?
Zhou: [What does that even do?]
Ming: [It’s helping people load and unload goods. Carrying wine and beverages.]
Zhou Geng and Jiang Ningyuan were both silent for a moment.
Jiang: [You, the Eldest Young Master of the Ming family, are going to do manual labor? What’s on your mind? Why are you being so pessimistic?]
After Jiang Ningyuan finished, he added: [You’d be better off as a male model. With your face, you’d at least be the top host.]
Ming: [Thanks, but no thanks. Anyway, my phone’s running out of battery.]
Jiang: [Are you so poor now you can’t even afford to charge your phone?]
Ming: [No. I’m at my future wife’s house.]
Zhou: [Wife?] Jiang: [Wife???]
Ming Yanzhou took a look and knew these two wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. He was satisfied. After turning off his phone, he lay on the bed with his eyes closed, trying to force himself to sleep.
But his mind was full of the two people in the next room. Shen Ci had asked his boyfriend if he wanted to serve him tonight. How would he serve him? Was it the kind of “serving” he was thinking of?
He rolled over and climbed out of bed, walking to the wall by the faint light of his phone screen. He pressed himself against the wall, trying to eavesdrop on the next room. Whether they hadn’t started yet or the soundproofing was too good, he couldn’t hear a thing after listening for several minutes.
Ming Yanzhou was a bit disappointed. He lay back on the bed, staring at the pitch-black ceiling. He suddenly felt that his moral standards weren’t high either. At the very least, he was already thinking about how to get Shen Ci to break up so he could take over.
What’s wrong with being a “little third” [homewrecker]? The one who isn’t loved is the “little third.”
…
As for Shen Ci in the other room, when he came out from his shower, he saw Ye Xi sitting on the edge of the bed in his bathrobe. The belt was tied loosely, revealing half of a smooth, fair shoulder. Wherever he sat, he added a hint of allure to the entire room.
Hearing footsteps, Ye Xi looked up. He seemed to know exactly what expression was most enticing. His eyes looked as if they were filled with a light mist, his lips slightly pursed, and his cold voice softened slightly.
“A-Ci, you’re finished…”
Shen Ci’s footsteps faltered. A beautiful man sitting on the bed, dressed so… [Censored]. Shen Ci thought any gay man would be unable to control themselves.
But the key point was—he wasn’t gay! What was this big brother doing with this look of being “filled with spring-time longing”?
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