Chapter 187: You Are My Medicine (12)
Xiao Ji could respond to and coordinate with Chen Yinnian with ease—mentally, emotionally, and physically.
However, in terms of communication and soothing, he still felt slightly strained at the current level.
He needed to go against his own instincts and nature, doing his best to learn how to say comforting words and do comforting things.
He couldn’t treat Chen Yinnian with common logic or the attitude he used for normal people.
To put it simply, it would be best if he could be meticulous and leave no room for error.
Chen Yinnian’s sensitivity was beyond imagination. As long as Xiao Ji showed even a hint of something wrong, Chen Yinnian could use extreme deviation to maliciously speculate on the intention behind Xiao Ji’s words and actions.
For someone like Xiao Ji, whose own emotions weren’t particularly rich, this was undoubtedly a massive challenge.
“Is that so? Then I likely remembered incorrectly.”
He blamed the issue on himself, then walked to the sofa and sat down, reaching out his hand to Chen Yinnian.
Chen Yinnian approached Xiao Ji and handed him his car keys.
Xiao Ji dodged.
Only then did Chen Yinnian toss the car keys onto the coffee table and place his own hand in Xiao Ji’s palm.
Xiao Ji forcefully pulled the boy into his arms, turned over, and pressed Chen Yinnian into the sofa to kiss him.
Amidst the entanglement of lips and teeth, Chen Yinnian kicked off his shoes and clung to Xiao Ji, saying:
“You just told that other guy to come find you in an hour. Brother, is an hour enough for you to exhaust me?”
Xiao Ji shushed him and kissed his earlobe: “If it’s not enough, then make him wait.”
It turned out that although this sort of thing had only happened once before, Chen Yinnian already had a certain understanding of Xiao Ji and was deeply impressed.
It was understandable that he himself had strong desires.
But Xiao Ji looked so cold and distant, yet compared to him, he was even more so.
And they said men were sixty-five once they passed twenty-five—this theory was clearly a paradox when it came to Xiao Ji.
An hour later, Wen Jie was brought by someone to the door of Xiao Ji’s resting room on the top floor.
the employee knocked on the door but received no response.
So he dialed the number for the phone in the resting room.
The phone rang over a dozen times before it was finally picked up, but the person speaking wasn’t Xiao Ji—it was Chen Yinnian.
“Wait!”
Before the call could be hung up, the employee heard Chen Yinnian’s voice drifting away:
“F*ck you… Xiao Ji, are you trying to kill me?!”
Then came a series of beep-beep-beep busy tones.
The employee and Wen Jie exchanged a look.
Wen Jie asked: “What did he say?”
The employee said: “Told you to wait.”
Wen Jie frowned: “Wait how long?”
The employee: “I don’t know.”
The conversation ended there.
Silence fell outside the resting room door. Wen Jie paced back and forth a few times—squatting for a while, standing for a while, and even pressing his ear against the wall to listen to the movement inside.
Unfortunately, the walls and doors of the resting room were thick, and he couldn’t hear a thing.
After waiting for a full hour, the employee’s phone rang. Xiao Ji’s voice came from inside:
“Let him in.”
Wen Jie let out a long breath and pushed open the door to the resting room. As soon as he walked in, he saw that the window was open and the air conditioning was on.
Xiao Ji’s resting room was large. Upon entering, the desk, bookshelf, sofa, coffee table, and wine cabinet were in sight.
And what wasn’t in sight was the messy bed behind a gray glass partition, and Chen Yinnian, who was lying on that bed, catching his breath while eavesdropping.
At this moment, Xiao Ji was sitting in the chair at his desk, wearing a shirt and trousers, clean and tidy—a beast in a suit.
Likely because his expression lacked temperature, Wen Jie became nervous the moment he saw Xiao Ji.
Xiao Ji didn’t speak for a long time, and Wen Jie’s heart pounded. After a long while, he still asked tentatively:
“Do you still remember me?”
The original host had a very good relationship with Wen Jie back then. To say he didn’t remember would clearly be impossible.
Xiao Ji only said: “I have some impression.”
Only some impression.
This caused Wen Jie’s heart to sink to the bottom.
He opened his mouth: “You helped me a lot back then. I’ve always been thinking of you. Later, you suddenly left, and I looked for you for a long time.”
When he reached this point, Chen Yinnian held his breath and sat up from the bed.
Xiao Ji said faintly: “Looked for me?”
Wen Jie pursed his lips: “I thought you were my best friend.”
Chen Yinnian casually put on Xiao Ji’s shirt and fastened the buttons.
Xiao Ji raised his hand to signal Wen Jie to stop reminiscing about the past.
He said directly: “You ‘thought’ too much. Tell me, why are you looking for me?”
Wen Jie felt very unpleasant about Xiao Ji’s attitude.
He was good-looking. In his early twenties, he had been clean and full of youth; now that he was past thirty, he had a kind of mature charm.
With his eyes lowered in disappointment, he looked quite pitiable.
Back then in a foreign land, the original host had personality issues and Wen Jie’s family background was poor. Neither had any friends other than each other, so they indeed served as a sort of mental support for one another.
But many years had passed, and the two had been out of contact. Wen Jie had suffered all the hardships of life; while it was true he wanted to rely on past sentiment to become a member of high society, he wouldn’t show it too obviously.
Xiao Ji had already expressed his unwillingness to mention the past, so Wen Jie wouldn’t ask for trouble, only saying with composure:
“I lost on purpose today. It wasn’t to incur debt, but only to see you.”
“I’ve been here twice before, but I didn’t sit at a table, and your subordinates wouldn’t report it.”
“Xiao Ji, I know it doesn’t look good to come find you under these circumstances—it’s a bit too much of a drain on past sentiment—but I’m at the end of my rope. Something happened to my dad, and he owes a lot of money.”
He paused here.
Xiao Ji raised an eyebrow and looked at him: “Borrowing money?”
“No, no.” Wen Jie hurriedly waved his hand in denial:
“My social circle is too simple; I really don’t have any friends who can help. I’m not borrowing money; I just want to ask you to find me a job in Jinsha.”
“Anything will do, as long as I can get back on my feet quickly.”
Chen Yinnian had heard enough and couldn’t sit still anymore.
He jumped off the bed and walked out barefoot, revealing his two long legs. His clothes were disheveled, his collar was open, and the fresh, deep red hickeys were clearly visible.
He said nothing, walking straight to the small refrigerator by Xiao Ji’s desk, pulling open the door, taking out a bottle of water, and taking two large gulps.
Then he began to wander around the room.
Wen Jie had already met Chen Yinnian.
Chen Yinnian also knew Wen Jie knew Xiao Ji and was likely here for him.
This was something Xiao Ji couldn’t hide from Chen Yinnian.
Putting it out in the open, speaking clearly, and letting Chen Yinnian see and hear Xiao Ji’s attitude would also prevent Chen Yinnian from overthinking later.
Seeing Chen Yinnian, Wen Jie’s eyelid twitched and his heart sank as he looked at Xiao Ji:
“This person is…?”
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