Chapter 53 part 1
This night sent shockwaves through every circle.
The trending topics never left the charts. Speculation about the banquet ran rampant across every major platform, and the parties involved even accepted quite a few interviews.
Reporters burned the midnight oil writing articles, describing the events so vividly it felt like a classic modern-day drama of a wealthy family feud.
Clear Sky Media issued a statement regarding equity overnight, clarifying that the companyâs representative was solely Jiang He and that they had completely cut ties with the Jiang Corporation.
Many news studios tried to interview Jiang He, but all were refused.
As for the two people at the center of this news vortex, although they were currently variety show guests for Clear Sky Media, neither was a contracted artist.
Without an agent, Tang Yueâs private phone number remained unknown.
Jiang Shuluâs WeChat was flooded with new friend requests, and his phone was turned off; literally no one could find him.
Weibo became the fermentation ground for the chaos.
#JiangShulu
#TangYue
#Away
These tags rotated through the top positions. Casual onlookers (“melon eaters”) hopped back and forth, and the Away fandom, which people previously thought was being praised, seemed to have completely collapsed.
âI thought Away fans were united? Who said there were more group fans than solo fans? Now Jiang Shuluâs fans and Tang Yueâs fans are fighting.
âSeriously? Neither of them counts as being ‘in the industry’ anymore, what is there to fight about?
âHelp! Jiang Shulu still has ‘career fans’? Huh? Heâs not a celebrity anymore, what career are you stanning!
âAre some people underestimating Tang Yueâs popularity? He might not be in the ‘jianghu’ (world), but his legends are everywhere. Who didn’t have a crush on that ‘youthful boy’ archetype back then?
âJust because of the rumor that Jiang Shulu left the family with nothing for Tang Yueâs sake, people are writing huge essays cursing him out… isn’t that a bit scary? And doing it right under Jiang Shuluâs Weibo posts, itâs so awkward.
Tang Yue slept all the way until noon. When he woke up, he found Jiang Shulu still by his side.
The other man was wearing pajamas and looking at a tablet.
The curtains weren’t drawn, giving Tang Yue the illusion that it was still deep in the night.
Jiang Shulu was reading intently. Tang Yue shimmied upward and asked, “What are you looking at?”
His pajamas were also Jiang Shuluâs.
There was a difference in their body types. Wearing Jiang Shulu’s pajamas, they looked a bit too loose on Tang Yue. The collar, not fully buttoned, revealed Tang Yueâs skin.
Although the marks on it couldn’t be described as tragic, they were enough to make one blush.
However, compared to Jiang Shuluâs neck, which had been scratched quite dramatically, Tang Yueâs condition was decent.
Tang Yue choked on his words as soon as he spoke because he saw a mark on Jiang Shuluâs lip.
Yesterday… it seems… I bit too hard?
The Captain is way too fragile.
Tang Yue didn’t realize he had spoken his thoughts aloud. In the next second, his chin was pinched, and Jiang Shulu looked over. “I’m fragile?”
The clock on the nightstand pointed to eleven. For the typically self-disciplined Jiang Shulu, sitting in bed in pajamas at this hour went against everything he had been taught.
The men of the Jiang family were full of contradictions. Take Jiang Kaicheng, for example.
On one hand, he received the same education as Jiang Shulu, but he still found it hard to suppress the urge to escape that was in his bonesâlike escaping the arranged marriage partner.
Like how he still sought out Jiang Shuluâs birth mother.
Now, at his age, he tried to cultivate an aura of a peaceful, benevolent philanthropist, but in reality, he was still addicted to beauty and had no intention of restraining himself.
When some things are suppressed for too long, they breed other, more vigorous desires.
Tang Yue: “I mean…”
He reached out a hand and tapped Jiang Shuluâs lip. “Here. It’s very fragile.”
His voice still carried the haziness of sleep; it wasn’t quite clear.
Tang Yue in bed was a completely different person from his usual self. He was so direct and fiery that Jiang Shulu finally truly believed that what had entangled his heart all these years wasn’t a dream.
Tang Yue really was this kind of person.
He honestly told Jiang Shulu all his reactions and told Jiang Shulu what he wanted.
Not there.
It hurts a little.
So comfortable.
I like it.
Can you kiss harder?
Hug me.
Every short phrase was enough to make Jiang Shulu lose control.
He didn’t know what other people’s relationships were like, but with Tang Yue, Jiang Shulu received the timely feedback he had lacked in the past.
He didn’t need to guess, nor did he need to fight for it.
Tang Yue, whose identity was a mysteryâperhaps not even the “Tang Yue” of this worldâgave Jiang Shulu a sense of security completely opposite to the drifting feeling he used to have.
Jiang Shulu grabbed Tang Yueâs ankle, like grabbing the string of a balloon or the line of a kite.
He caressed the otherâs eyes, kissed the corners of his lips, felt the moist tremors, and bound himself deeper to this strange yet familiar soul.
Jiang Shulu: “It’s because your teeth are too sharp.”
He couldn’t help but rub his cheek against the back of Tang Yueâs hand. “Are you awake? Are you hungry?”
They were pressed together, body heat transferring without barriers, making it easy to drown in the sensation.
For Tang Yue, who had been celibate for five years, this was pure seduction.
He blinked, his lips landing on the mark he had left on Jiang Shulu, and whispered, “Which kind of hungry?”
Jiang Shulu: “…”
He felt a bit helpless. “You’re already exhausted.”
Under the covers, Tang Yue wrapped himself around Jiang Shulu. “I really like this feeling.”
Even though Jiang Shulu had heard many “likes” before, and fans had given him passionate confessions, this was different.
This intimacy was exclusive, locked onto one person.
Five years ago, Tang Yue picked the lock, then quietly snapped it back shut.
The rusty lock, having been oiled just a little, regained its luster, making Jiang Shulu toss and turn in his dreams, craving this very intimacy.
But Tang Yue’s cravings were purely in the category of “sounds good, but hard to execute”!
Jiang Shulu hugged Tang Yue and asked, “Did you forget?”
Tang Yue: “What?”
Jiang Shulu had seen plenty of morning-Tang Yue over the past few days, but he liked him more with each passing day.
Jiang Shulu: “You passed out from exhaustion.”
Tang Yue thought for a moment.
Seems like… after I said ‘Captain can’t leave me’ and tried changing positions, I collapsed?
Being held felt so weird yet so fresh, and it was definitely pleasurable, that’s true, but toward the end… he forgot.
Jiang Shulu didn’t rush him. He put down the tablet, which displayed a Weibo interface showing a long essay posted by a fan.
It criticized Jiang Shulu at length, saying his actions were unwise, completely unfitting for his age, and hoping Jiang Shulu wouldn’t try to live his life like an idol drama.
Don’t let a moment of impulse cause lifelong regret.
Jiang Shuluâs reply hadn’t been sent yet when Tang Yue woke up.
At this moment, looking at Tang Yue lying on his chest, his hand couldn’t help but stroke the other’s hair.
From the top of his head down to his neck, stroking back and forth along his spine.
Like smoothing the fur of a small animal. It was so comfortable that Tang Yue narrowed his eyes and admitted somewhat shyly, “It seems that was the case.”
He looked up at Jiang Shulu. “Then let’s do it again now. I definitely won’t…”
Jiang Shulu: “Again?”
Tang Yue: “Isn’t it true that right after waking up, people are very capable of…”
He blinked, his eyes showing undisguised thoughts about Jiang Shulu. The next second, a tinge of melancholy appeared as he asked, “Did the Captain do it with me because of Little Mie…”
Jiang Shulu pinched him, and Tang Yue almost yelped.
Tang Yue: “Am I nice to touch?”
He reached out to rub the spot Jiang Shulu had pinched.
Jiang Shulu: “You know perfectly well I wouldn’t do… that just for that reason.”
Tang Yue: “Really can’t? I definitely won’t faint this time.”
Jiang Shulu: “No. You need to rest properly.”
Tang Yue: “Fine.”
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