Chapter 64: You Choose carefully
On the verge of suffocation, he was released, the feeling of shackles pressing on his neck distinct.
Wen Yan held Pei Zhouye’s hand with both hands, breathing heavily, physiological tears flowing down continuously.
The diamond necklace separated the skin of Wen Yan’s neck from Pei Zhouye’s palm, grinding a patch of red onto his neck.
The lights weren’t turned off. Those cold, dark eyes blurred and cleared again and again.
“Wen Yan, being a canary means following all my preferences.”
“Being my boyfriend doesn’t require that.”
“You choose carefully.”
The voice was low and hoarse, carrying a threat. Everything tonight was revenge.
Vision blurred again.
Wen Yan couldn’t speak, only shook his head.
Tears haloed the light. Pei Zhouye’s expression was cold; Wen Yan thought he was going to torture him again.
That large palm suddenly relaxed its strength.
Wen Yan collapsed on the bed, coughing and panting, watching Pei Zhouye get up and go to the bathroom.
The bathroom door was closed, neither lightly nor heavily.
Except for the ambiguous scent in the air and the pain that hadn’t faded yet, everything seemed exceptionally quiet.
Wen Yan looked in the direction of the bathroom.
After a long time, enduring the pain in his body, he went to the bathroom in the secondary bedroom of the suite.
The air was filled with the smell of gasoline and burnt rubber. The roar of racing cars was like the low growl of beasts, shaking one’s chest.
Wen Yan stood at the starting point, his gaze landing on the white and red racing car.
Fluid lines, arrogant rear wing—specially flown in from A City, very fitting for that person’s style.
Several men and women wearing modified racing suits were blowing kisses to the crowd, the fabric so scant it barely covered anything.
When Pei Zhouye and Shen Yao came out of the changing room after changing, Wen Yan was staring at the track in a daze.
Shen Yao was just about to speak when Pei Zhouye strode over, hooking his finger around Wen Yan’s arm and pulling him aside.
“Want to dress like that too?”
He swept a glance at the cheering crowd. When his gaze fell back on Wen Yan’s face, his eyebrows raised slightly, hiding an indescribable meaning in his eyes.
Wen Yan shook his head instinctively.
Pei Zhouye’s gaze lingered on him slowly for a round, then suddenly leaned down, warm breath sweeping over Wen Yan’s ear, voice pressed very low:
“Want to be my Race Queen?”
Seeing the confusion in Wen Yan’s eyes, Pei Zhouye pinched his chin and quickly planted a kiss.
Pei Zhouye straightened up, the harsh aura around him softening a bit.
“Take him to the spectator seats, watch carefully.” Pei Zhouye instructed the staff behind him, who responded obsequiously.
By the time Wen Yan came back to his senses, Pei Zhouye had already walked to the racing car and was putting on his helmet and gloves.
His bangs were casually pushed back, his sharp, handsome brows and eyes striking.
“This way, please.” The staff member prompted softly.
Wen Yan followed to the spectator stand. He didn’t sit down, just held the railing, listening to the roar of the engine starting and piercing the air.
The white and red racing car started with near-crazy speed, instantly leaving the car behind it a stretch away.
“What did you mean by what you said yesterday?”
A female voice suddenly came from behind. Wen Yan turned and saw Min Yue wearing a black mask.
There was impatience between her brows; clearly, she had waited for a long time.
Wen Yan didn’t respond, and Min Yue’s frown deepened.
She drank too much yesterday and had an allergic reaction on her face, so she couldn’t wear makeup and could only wear a mask.
Hearing that the camping plan tonight changed to a hotel in the mountains, going there directly after racing, she really couldn’t bear to give up the opportunity of these two days, so she followed again.
Chen Yuchen was still lying in the hospital; Min Yue’s status here was very awkward.
The others had probably instructed the people around them, so no one came over to Wen Yan. Seeing him standing here alone, Min Yue simply walked over directly.
The staff beside Wen Yan didn’t know whether to block her. After being glared at by Min Yue, they ultimately said nothing.
Min Yue walked to Wen Yan’s side and lowered her voice.
“Were you serious about what you said yesterday? When do you plan to leave Young Master Pei?” She leaned half a step closer, her voice urgent. “You two can’t possibly have a result. With Seran here…”
She stopped talking.
Her parents were pushing her hard for a marriage alliance. She didn’t fancy anyone else; the only slightly normal one, Chen Yuchen, had no intention of marrying her and had completely fallen out with her on the phone today. Looking around, the only one who could make her willing to bow her head seemed to be Pei Zhouye, standing at the top.
Moreover, this was tacitly approved by Lin Seran. He had even said he could help her “send” Pei Zhouye to bed, and if things went wrong, he would plead for her.
Wen Yan ignored her. Min Yue suddenly took a step closer.
She sounded like she was giving serious advice: “You’re good-looking and have a good education. Why do this kind of thing? Selling yourself for money—what will you do when he loses interest? Switch to the next one? How much money do you need…”
“None of your business.” Anger appeared on Wen Yan’s face. He glanced at the staff member, who immediately intercepted Min Yue.
Min Yue struggled to throw off the staff member’s arm, continuing to keep her voice low. “If the people around you knew you did this kind of thing, how would they view you?”
She was dragged away.
A chilly wind blew over. Wen Yan gasped, feeling as if the sensation of being choked last night had returned.
Min Yue was threatening him.
In the corner, Min Yue turned on her phone and sent the recording she just made.
The other side received the file and said nothing.
She brushed her hair back irritably, fingers with red nail polish typing quickly on the phone.
[You will help me, right?]
Chairman Pei said it would definitely be a woman, and the man most likely to end up with Pei Zhouye was Lin Seran.
Even if she couldn’t hook up with Pei Zhouye, relying on Lin Seran to escape the arranged marriage and have Lin Seran owe her a favor to take care of her in the future would still be a win.
Wen Yan didn’t seem like that kind of person.
But so what? People always have to consider their own interests.
She agreed with the other side to delete the chat history. Just as she locked the phone, the vibration in her pocket didn’t stop—it was another call from home asking how she fell out with Chen Yuchen.
She took a deep breath, stuffed the phone back into her bag, the urgency in her eyes slowly settling into ruthlessness.
Over at the race, Pei Zhouye took first place without suspense, but couldn’t be bothered to participate in the final discussion.
He casually took off his helmet, his gaze sweeping over Wen Yan standing in the corner.
Wen Yan’s face was pale, looking in his direction—pitiful and appealing.
Pei Zhouye frowned. Just as he was about to ask the staff, a cold hand suddenly held his.
That hand guided his palm, gently placing it on his own neck. Wen Yan tilted his head back, completely exposing his fragile Adam’s apple under his palm, like a sacrificial lamb.
The surrounding people tacitly backed away.
Pei Zhouye narrowed his eyes, feeling the slightly trembling pulse under his hand.
Watery light rippled in Wen Yan’s amber eyes, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible:
“Pei Zhouye, I’ll let you play.”
“Don’t let others know about us.”
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