Part 3
This logic made Shi Ye’s eyes widen. It was as if he had received immense encouragement, finally finding the courage to speak: “I’m transferring to the Federal Military Academy.”
He raised a hand to ruffle his hair. “You know my family situation is complicated. This time in the Outer District, if you hadn’t found the evidence of Wang Sichen’s organ trafficking, I would have nearly been framed for murder. My uncle’s side, as well as Zhou Xie and Leon, all feel that given the current situation, I should transfer to the Federal Military Academy.”
After finishing his explanation, Shi Ye caught Wen Rong looking at him calmly. Shi Ye’s sharp brows relaxed, shifting from tension to sadness.
“I don’t know why, I was afraid you’d be angry before, but seeing you like this, I feel a bit disappointed.”
Wen Rong: “Why?”
“The Military Academy has strict management. I might not even be able to contact you for the next few years. I… not being able to see you makes me very sad.”
“The Military Academy sounds like it has a better future than Floriman Academy. I’m happy for you that you’re going to a better place.”
How could he be like this?
Shi Ye’s heart throbbed with a sharp pain. He couldn’t help asking, “I won’t be able to stay with you every day anymore. Aren’t you sad?”
“I’ve heard about your family’s situation. Entering the military is like inheriting the family business; it’s a good thing. If you can go to a better place, I am sincerely happy for you.”
Shi Ye: “…”
“…”
The air fell into a brief silence.
Wen Rong maintained his smile.
Every word he said was the truth. He was calm and spoke from the heart.
After going through so much, his mindset had shifted.
Nothing was more serious than life and death. If parting was for the sake of pursuing an ideal, then it should be met with blessings.
But why did Shi Ye look so miserable?
Wen Rong asked in confusion, “Shi Ye?”
Shi Ye leaned forward completely, burying his head on Wen Rong’s shoulder.
Wen Rong was nearly knocked backward, but Shi Ye caught him by the waist and held him tight.
“Can’t you be a little selfish? Say you can’t be without me, that you don’t want me to go—wouldn’t that be good?”
“If I said that, would you not go?”
“…”
“…”
Another silence.
Shi Ye: “I would still have to go.”
“Then go happily. When you leave, don’t sit in the car thinking, ‘Wen Rong was crying so hard just now, he can’t bear to let me go, and I can’t bear to leave him.’ You should think, ‘Now I must use all my strength to build a great career.'”
“Pfft.” Shi Ye let out a puff of breath against Wen Rong’s collarbone. “If I leave for so long, what if you don’t like me anymore by the time I come back?”
“People love money. You have such a big house and so much wealth—I think that’s probably impossible.”
Shi Ye smiled bitterly.
If you were a gold-digger, I wouldn’t be this anxious.
You love money, I have money—how perfectly we’d match.
But you aren’t…
Shi Ye was stunned.
Wen Rong was so good; would he really forget him just because they were apart?
He vaguely knew the answer, but he couldn’t resist asking Wen Rong for it: “Will you always like me?”
“I told you, tell me when you want to end it. The choice has always been in your hands.”
“…”
“…”
Wen Rong gave him the power of choice, and in return, he pledged his entire net worth to Wen Rong.
Did a ring have to be two circles? Between him and Wen Rong, how could this back-and-forth not count as a completed engagement ceremony!
Shi Ye grabbed Wen Rong’s hand. “Wen Rong, is now the right time?”
Without waiting for an answer, Shi Ye sealed his mouth again, reaching out to fumble for a switch under the seat.
With a thud, Wen Rong collapsed with him onto the flattened seat.
“Are you not only trying to give me a car and a house today, but also trying to give me yourself?” Wen Rong asked keenly.
Shi Ye was silent from a brief moment of shame.
But desire drove him to ask: “Do you want me?”
“Not particularly.”
“I want to give myself to you. Let me. I really want to.”
Shi Ye grew frantic, squeezing into the small space of the cushion, draping Wen Rong’s leg over his own. He didn’t know how to flirt, so he used all his strength to press against Wen Rong, licking his cheeks until they were flushed red.
Wen Rong felt something stir within him from the pestering.
Perhaps because he was a man, he couldn’t escape the description of being a “creature of the lower half.” Being squeezed in this place, he was bound to be stirred by a touch at some moment.
He even felt the seat shaking.
He couldn’t help but worry: “You’re so heavy, the chair won’t break, will it?”
Shi Ye thought about it seriously. “It might. I really am heavy.”
He slid down the seat and felt Wen Rong’s ankle. Even through the fabric, he could feel how slender it was, the round bone palpable.
Shi Ye slid his finger inside, hooking the black sock away. The exposed skin was like jade, the ankle bone slightly lighter than the color of a fingernail.
Shi Ye stroked it with deep emotion.
Wen Rong felt ticklish and moved, his toe accidentally brushing against Shi Ye’s face.
“Did I kick you?”
“No.”
Shi Ye pressed Wen Rong’s shoes down onto the cushion. He was like a driver with a fear of heights, driving onto a sea-crossing bridge, hesitating as he moved forward beneath the towering steel frames.
The destination was the other side; he longed to rush across, yet his nerves were constantly tugged by the long, thin steel cables on either side.
Shi Ye’s nose replaced his eyes, sliding along the cables. The scent of wool reminded him of some past events.
Wen Rong didn’t used to smell like this.
His old scent was…
Shi Ye reached the destination. He didn’t undo anything, just inhaled deeply.
Wen Rong nudged him with his foot. “Don’t do that.”
His tone carried an inexplicable tension. Shi Ye looked up and saw that Wen Rong’s face was completely flushed—not from the licking earlier, but a deep red seeping from within the skin, like the lotus flowers in the garden pool, exquisitely beautiful.
So handsome.
He’s mine.
Shi Ye pulled Wen Rong into a face-to-face embrace.
The room with drawn curtains had no light. Two empty bottles by the bedside rolled onto the floor.
Wen Rong reverted to the crybaby he had been at the start of the school year. His wet eyelashes were clumped together, trailing a patch of crimson, his whimpers so soft they were pitiful.
Reason told Shi Ye to be as gentle as possible. His fingers trembled, not daring to use force, yet he still left clear marks on the skin.
However, the visual impact caused every cell to explode with unprecedented power, urging him to lose control.
He really wanted to stay like this forever.
The rising sun shattered Shi Ye’s delusions.
After cleaning Wen Rong up, Shi Ye held him in the next room for a good sleep.
In the evening, he was woken up by a kick. Wen Rong was too weak to have any strength, so the kick didn’t hurt at all.
For the next few days, Shi Ye walked around with a constant smile.
Until the acceptance letter from the Federal Military Academy arrived and Shi Ye’s departure date was set.
When he quietly recalled the events of that night, he planned that such a precious day had to be spent properly with Wen Rong. He acted pitiful and pestered him, wanting Wen Rong to stay with him.
But Wen Rong went to District 1 with Leon to visit Xiao Chun, and didn’t even take him along.
Shi Ye felt some resentment, because he actually didn’t like Xiao Chun very much. She was a bit dim, somewhat greedy, and couldn’t get her priorities straight. Even though Dr. Li had given an answer, Shi Ye felt that kind of malice was her own choice.
While he was complaining, Wen Rong was writing a development plan for the Outer District. He typed as he asked, “I used to be very stupid too. I remember you even called me a coward.”
Mentioning the past made Shi Ye feel guilty. He didn’t dare speak and became restless.
“She is just like I was—just an ordinary person. The way people like us try to save ourselves always looks like a joke to outsiders.”
Shi Ye apologized, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not angry. I’m just feeling a bit emotional because of these recent events.”
After returning from the Outer District, Wen Rong had become much more mature. Sometimes Shi Ye felt he couldn’t keep up with his pace.
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