Chapter 39: Settling the Accounts
Ruan Zhimian’s eyelashes curled. “Yes.”
The special assistant remained standing outside, only getting into the car after Shi He pressed the door close button. One was the boss, and the other was the boss’s sweetheart—he had to listen to both of them.
The car drove toward the city center apartment.
Throughout the entire journey, the atmosphere inside the car was frozen.
Ruan Zhimian leaned against the seat, his head low.
The alcohol was starting to hit him belatedly. He felt a bit dizzy, and his eyes grew sore. Tears fell silently and soaked into his clothes, and he buried his small face.
He must be crying because he was drunk.
In the past, he hadn’t been one to cry at all.
To his left, Shi He was looking at documents on a tablet, the cold light illuminating his deep, stern face, making his emotions impossible to read.
The little black snake crawled out from Shi He’s sleeve, its scales beautiful and shimmering. It slithered onto Ruan Zhimian’s shoulder and gently wrapped its tail around his snowy-white wrist.
“Hiss, hiss.”
This time, Shi He ignored it.
He wasn’t looking at documents, but at a completion diagram for a renovation. This house was located in Huajiang’s most prosperous district; it had been bought last year and the renovation had just finished six months ago. It hadn’t been officially moved into yet.
It was time to use it, perhaps adding a few more necessary facilities.
Seeing that Shi He didn’t snatch it away, the little black snake grew bolder, first coiling around Ruan Zhimian’s wrist, then using its tail to wipe away Ruan Zhimian’s tears.
Ruan Zhimian was a Beta; he couldn’t see the spiritual body.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly smelled a light fragrance—a warm scent. But he was a Beta and couldn’t smell pheromones; had Shi He changed the car’s scent?
Since he couldn’t go back now, Ruan Zhimian sent a message to the driver telling him to finish work. He closed his eyes and opened them again, gradually feeling less uncomfortable.
The car stopped in the apartment’s underground garage, and the special assistant left.
Only the two of them remained in the vehicle. Shi He got out and opened the other door, seeing a beautiful, reddened small face with eyes even redder than when they had gotten in.
Ruan Zhimian reached out to brace himself against the car door. His steps were unsteady, and he was directly picked up by Shi He. “Crying again?”
The person in his arms offered a muffled rebuttal, “I’m not.”
He clearly was. Shi He swiped his card with one hand, his arm encircling the other’s waist as he strode into the elevator with his long legs.
He didn’t look like he was struggling at all.
“Aren’t you tired?”
“If you want, I can carry you up twenty flights of stairs.”
What was so great about that?
Once he regulated his body, he would exercise too.
Ruan Zhimian pinched his own arm, thinking of what the old Chinese medicine doctor had told him, “Nourish first, then move.”
He just happened to be the type not suited for exercise.
The elevator soon arrived. Shi He entered the house first. As soon as Ruan Zhimian lowered his head, he saw his pair of pink rabbit-ear slippers and obediently put them on, sitting down on the sofa.
Shi He stood not far away and took off his shirt.
He had just gotten wet and was going to change.
Ruan Zhimian’s gaze quickly darted away. “You… if you’re cold, go take a shower first. It’s bad to catch a cold.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
The “accounts” Shi He spoke of were not simple paperwork.
He pulled on a random T-shirt and walked over, carrying the “snowball” from the sofa into the bathtub in the bathroom. His cool voice shed its tenderness, becoming physically cold.
“What are you going to do…”
The S-grade Alpha’s amber pheromones were like the storm descending outside the walls, gradually filling the entire room, even coiling around Ruan Zhimian’s hands and feet, unwilling to move an inch.
Ruan Zhimian picked up a bathrobe from the rack and wrapped himself tighter. He sat in the empty bathtub, his soft, obedient eyes wide as he warned Shi He, “You can’t… act recklessly…”
“Baby, let’s settle the accounts.”
The Alpha’s dark eyes dropped slightly, appearing like a gathering storm, somewhat terrifying. “You promised me ten kisses. Subtracting the three from today… there are still… seven…”
After those few simple words, the person was practically cooked.
The “little cat” bristled and interrupted, “I’ll pay you back with money, okay?”
“Do you think I lack money?”
Ruan Zhimian lowered his head, thinking that this was something he had promised before, so it wasn’t as if Shi He was being excessive. He tried to reason with Shi He, “I’m a Beta; you can’t… mark me.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
The Alpha leaned down, his shadow almost completely enveloping Ruan Zhimian. His pheromones were pulsing, showing signs of excitement. He turned on the bathtub faucet.
“Think about it. Take a hot bath first.”
Shi He walked out and closed the door.
Half an hour later, the “snowball” wrapped in a snow-white bathrobe walked out of the bathroom, wearing bath slippers and with water still dripping from his wet hair.
As soon as he stepped out, Shi He pushed him back in.
“Dry your hair.”
After drying, he turned back into a fluffy, bristling cat. He looked up with pure eyes and gave Shi He a quick peck on the cheek, having somehow convinced himself. His voice was tiny, “I’ve thought about it. It’s not impossible.”
“Anyway, I… won’t know how.”
Then, he brought up exactly what he shouldn’t have, “And after that, we’ll be completely even.”
Shi He’s goal was the opposite of Ruan Zhimian’s.
He encircled Ruan Zhimian’s wrists and placed them on his own shoulders. “How many days do you plan to take to finish these things?”
The silly cat made a bold claim, “It’s best to finish them all today.”
“Impossible. Two days at least.” Shi He’s large, cold, white fingers gripped his waist. Seeing him shake his head, Shi He added a day instead, “Three days.”
The “little cat,” who didn’t know how to bargain at all, quickly agreed, “Two days.”
Perfect. He would leave in two days.
The Alpha lifted his arms, picking Ruan Zhimian up and placing him on the wide marble sink, which had long been covered with thick towels.
He cupped the soft cheeks, his long, cold, white ring finger slowly sliding down from the dark hair at the back of the head to press against the nape, pushing him forward slightly as his lips actively met the other’s.
“Baby, look at me.”
A single “Baby” made the snowy-white ear-tips turn a pale pink, and the fingers resting on Shi He’s neck curled up.
Ruan Zhimian had just brushed his teeth with white peach-flavored toothpaste; it was a bit sickly sweet.
He still didn’t quite know how to breathe. His head was dazed, and his fingers subconsciously rubbed against Shi He’s neck. Like a cat acting spoiled, he pleaded for mercy in a placating manner, “Shi He…”
“What did you call me before?”
“Gege.”
Shi He let go, rubbing the fingers he had encircled. “Say it again.”
Ruan Zhimian’s voice trembled, and his dark eyes, soaked in mist, were watery, as if he were a bit dazed from the kissing. “Gege.”
What answered him was another kiss from Shi He.
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