Chapter 38: I Only Want an Obedient Lover
The moment Shi He appeared, the surroundings seemed to fall into silence.
Under the flickering lights, Ruan Zhimian looked up and let go of his wine glass. His beautiful, dazed dark eyes looked at him very, very obediently, and he even stuffed his phone into Shi He’s hand.
Immediately following that, his soft, snowy-white fingers gripped Shi He’s wrist and moved up his arm inch by inch until he stood up completely.
He was like a little cat teasingly curling its tail.
Finally, his two cool, soft hands pressed against the sides of Shi He’s head. His voice was small and soft as he used his most pleasant tone to say cold words, “Shi He, you said you’d be my lover. I only want an obedient lover.”
“You aren’t obedient… you followed me here…”
“I’m unhappy. I’m notifying you now that I’ve broken up with you.”
He had become quite a bit smarter while drunk, setting a trap for Shi He to step into.
The S-grade Alpha reached out to encircle Ruan Zhimian’s waist. His dark eyes lowered slightly as he ground his canines. He smiled very gently. “Broken up?”
Ruan Zhimian nodded at him with great conviction. “Mhm. A breakup is something one person can decide on their own.”
His forehead pressed against Shi He’s shoulder, his fluffy dark hair drooping. He had washed away the small curls from this morning and was wearing a snow-white casual outfit—a white mohair sweater paired with straight-leg trousers. When he sat down, his slender, snowy-white ankles were revealed.
He looked very beautiful this way.
Ruan Zhimian slowly turned his head, ending their private conversation, and introduced him to the others present, “My roommate, Shi He.”
“Roommate”—a term even more distant than “friend.”
They had only lived together for two days; what kind of roommate was that?
“Roommate?”
“Yes, roommate.”
Before leaving today, Qiuqiu had given him a reminder.
There were only two days left before his departure.
When he was five, having just lost his parents, little Ruan Zhimian had been left alone to starve until he fainted in his home by the relatives “caring” for him. A neighbor, feeling uneasy, came over to check, but all the doors were locked. Looking through the window, they saw him.
Little Ruan Zhimian had fainted in the living room with a persistent high fever.
The neighbor hurriedly smashed the window and rushed the child to the hospital. Even after visiting several major hospitals, the symptoms didn’t lessen; instead, they grew more severe. The ill-intentioned relatives gathered and decided to give up treatment, clamoring that the hospital was a scam and they were taking the child home to treat him.
Fortunately, his parents had set up a trust fund for Ruan Zhimian before they died. Lawyers and insurance company representatives arrived and took the child to the best hospital for an examination.
However, the results were not optimistic.
Five-year-old Ruan Zhimian was diagnosed with bone cancer. With a pale face, he sat on a high stool, listening to the doctor lady talk to him, feeling as if it were all a fantasy.
What did it have to do with him?
Little Ruan Zhimian stayed in a nursing home in North City for a year. He would obediently eat the medicine the nurse sister brought and would endure injections without a word, only hiding under the covers to cry while holding his parents’ photo frame.
Living alone at such a young age, people often asked him, “Little friend, where are your parents?”
“Mianmian’s… Mommy and Daddy are watching me from heaven.”
During the year he was sick, he would always use the nickname his parents called him every day to refer to himself.
It was as if by doing so, he wouldn’t forget his parents or that love.
By the time little Ruan Zhimian’s condition stabilized and he was discharged home, the house had been occupied by relatives, and his parents’ things had been thrown away or destroyed by them.
The six-year-old child silently wiped away his tears and went to find the police uncle to report the crime without looking back.
Such things were incredibly frequent in his life. From the age of five to twenty-one, every year, every period of time was a repetition. Life had become nothing but pain and numbness.
Growing up alone was always very hard.
After coming here, his only thought was… to live healthily once.
I’m sorry, Shi He.
Ruan Zhimian lowered his eyes and looked at the hand he was using to tightly grip Shi He. His heart felt a surge of muffled pain. “I still want to play. Are you going back?”
Shi He was the first person Ruan Zhimian had interacted with for so long.
He was beginning to understand why the books he used to read said that some people are the special one from the very first moment you meet.
Shen Ziyu liked Ruan Zhimian. He had long been unable to stand the way Shi He acted weak around Ruan Zhimian before. He stood up with his wine glass. “Young Master Shi, you have time to come play today? Want to have a few drinks with us?”
The handsome Alpha before him cast a cold glance at the people present. Most of them were from the circle Teng Yu had invited; every single one of them looked mediocre, merely tools Ruan Zhimian was using to make him angry.
“Mianmian, are you going back?”
Ruan Zhimian’s fingers gradually loosened. “I’m not.”
Shi He unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat down next to Ruan Zhimian. “I’ll accompany you.”
Shen Ziyu deliberately tried to make him drink, unaware that Shi He couldn’t be made drunk at all.
He actively participated in the games, drinking glass after glass with nonchalance, his right hand pressed over the back of Ruan Zhimian’s hand, never letting go from start to finish.
This bar belonged to Wen Song.
Otherwise, Shi He wouldn’t have received the information so quickly.
By the time it was early morning, almost everyone had dispersed.
The rain had fallen all night, leaving the roads wet and the air heavy with moisture.
Ruan Zhimian and Shi He walked out of the bar together. He had drunk quite a bit of low-alcohol liquor, but he wasn’t drunk; he just felt a bit light on his feet.
Ruan Zhimian took the umbrella handed over by the security guard and held it up for Shi He, shielding him from the driving rain.
“I’ll have the driver take you back.”
Shi He turned his head, his dark, gloomy phoenix eyes following Ruan Zhimian’s movements.
Just as they were about to reach the car, he reached out and pulled Ruan Zhimian under the eaves of the shops opposite the bar. He completely encircled the other’s waist, holding him close as amber pheromones filled the air.
He raised his right hand and silently covered Ruan Zhimian’s eyes, pinning him against the wall. A fierce, cold kiss, mingled with the scent of rainwater, descended, enveloping them along with the figures reflected under the dark gray sky.
Ruan Zhimian’s hand dropped, and the transparent umbrella fell to the ground.
The wind swirled the rain, wetting Shi He’s back. The sky suddenly lit up for an instant, accompanied by a piercing crack of thunder, and the beautiful, snowy-white face in his arms lifted.
Having just been released, his lips were a deep red. Perhaps due to the temperature drop, he shuddered and reached out, groping to cover the Alpha’s ears.
So, he wasn’t… trying to push me away?
Ruan Zhimian, if you’re going to feel sorry for me, can you feel sorry for me forever?
The Alpha’s cold voice rang out as his hand moved away, revealing Ruan Zhimian’s pure, reddened eyes. “Are we breaking up?”
Ruan Zhimian said softly, “Yes.”
After a clap of thunder, Shi He leaned down and picked up the umbrella. He carried Ruan Zhimian across the uneven road pooled with rainwater; Ruan Zhimian’s trousers weren’t wetted at all.
Ruan Zhimian lowered his head. “I can walk myself.”
Shi He didn’t answer him.
The special assistant held an umbrella by the car door, watching as his boss carried Young Master Ruan into the car and told him with a cold face, “To the apartment.”
Ruan Zhimian looked toward the Ruan family car. “No, I want to go to my house.”
“Since we’re breaking up, let’s settle the accounts.”
“What accounts?”
His black hair was wetted by the rain, and Shi He’s aura was very cold. He looked as if he were soaked in snow, with a chill deep in his bones. The collar of his black shirt was unbuttoned.
He turned his head and asked once more, “Are we breaking up?”
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