Chapter 94: [Finally Willing to Look at Me?]
Jian Yu was like the rain in the sky—he came without warning and left abruptly.
In simple terms, he was temperamental.
He seemed to have been waiting for this day for a long time, but when it finally arrived, he didn’t seem particularly happy or proud. Instead, he was filled with resentment and indignation toward the injustice of Heaven.
He even stopped bothering to hide his previous disguise and dormancy…
Reasonably speaking, how could someone like Jian Yu, who was in the same rank of “Heaven’s favored sons” as Xi Yun, produce such jealousy? And specifically target Xi Yun?
Le Can closed his umbrella, shaking off the tiny droplets of rain, failing to catch the flash of inspiration in his mind.
However, those were matters to worry about later. At the moment, he had a pressing little problem to deal with…
—Xi Yun’s mood seemed a bit off.
After Jian Yu’s large pile of nonsense… well, at least Le Can thought it was nonsense.
Whether it was because the other man said he had been implicated by him, or because he said Xi Yun was destined to lose the things he valued, Xi Yun had been keeping his head down and remaining silent, fists clenched.
Those pale lips that Le Can favored were pressed tightly together. His already light lip color had faded into a deathly white.
Le Can couldn’t stand seeing the things he liked being mistreated.
Even if the owner was the one doing it…
He must have gotten stuck in a dead end?
While thinking, Le Can used the black long-handled umbrella as a cane, leaning on it as he walked forward step by step.
Well, he’s my man, after all.
When he’s unhappy, I have to coax him a bit.
Besides, since Jian Yu felt that “Le Can” wasn’t that important to Xi Yun—at least not enough when faced with reality and interest—then Le Can, the “pitiful” party involved, didn’t mind adding a bit more fuel to the fire…
For example, making Xi Yun’s image even worse in Jian Yu’s eyes.
There was one thing Jian Minglang wasn’t wrong about: Jian Yu had been a staunch celibate for the past twenty-eight years. Whether his clarity or rejection was physiological or psychological, it could be confirmed that he didn’t accept “messiness.”
And Xi Yun, the competitor who had been constantly targeted and chased by Jian Yu, was at the very least someone Jian Yu considered to be on the same level as himself.
If such a person showed some of the base instincts common men had—such as being lustful, fickle, or promiscuous—it would be like the bright moon in the sky falling into a stinking ditch.
Le Can was very curious to know how Jian Yu would feel.
Like a lump in his throat? Regretful for wasting time and energy on such a person? Or delighted by Xi Yun’s hypocrisy, cheering for his downfall?
It was just a pity that he probably wouldn’t be able to see it with his own eyes…
Halfway through his walk, a familiar person with a wary face suddenly appeared in Le Can’s sight.
Perhaps with the lesson from Jian Yu earlier, even through his sunglasses, Le Can could clearly feel the scrutinizing gaze falling on him.
A faint sigh sounded in his ear, carrying a unique languor and coldness. Yuan Cheng frowned as he stared intently at the strange woman standing before him.
“She” had her hands folded together, resting on the solid wood handle of the black umbrella. Her beautiful and sexy red lips were slightly curved, and she seemed interested in observing and sizing him up through her sunglasses as well.
That perfectly tailored, double-breasted peak-lapel suit, which didn’t lose a touch of feminine refinement, highlighted “her” tall and crisp figure. The classic black and white colors, paired with a powerful stance, made “her” look like a hidden sword.
The wariness in Yuan Cheng’s heart deepened. “Stop! What are you trying to do?”
Le Can’s eyebrows rose slightly, showing a hint of surprise and novelty. This version of Yuan Cheng was quite different from his usual appearance.
He couldn’t help but take two steps forward, getting closer to the man.
As Le Can stepped forward, the bodyguard team standing behind Yuan Cheng in various positions suddenly split into three groups. One group stayed by Xi Yun’s side, while the other two flanked him, surrounding the unauthorized Le Can in the middle.
Le Can stood just an arm’s length away from Yuan Cheng, his eyes glancing left and right at the human wall trapping him, and he let out a light laugh.
Yuan Cheng, with a long face, shouted sternly, “What are you laughing at? Back off!”
Have you ever seen a familiar person pretending to be serious?
Deeply knowing what kind of person his acquaintance usually was, the seriousness at this moment not only failed to cause any panic or fear but actually made him want to burst out laughing the more he tried to hold it in.
Unfortunately, Le Can was experiencing such a scene.
He leaned over and laughed out loud, his smooth, long black hair cascading forward. After the voice change, his clear voice carried a bit of hoarseness and a grainy texture that tickled the ears.
Feeling the cold fragrance hitting his face, Yuan Cheng suddenly froze in place.
Furthermore, after “she” finished laughing, “she” raised her right hand the moment she stood up, teasingly brushing it over the shoulder of the stunned man.
“What a pity…”
[Xi Yun didn’t tell you my identity.]
Taking advantage of the other party’s lack of preparation, Le Can’s hand on Yuan Cheng’s shoulder suddenly exerted force, pushing him back!
Yuan Cheng’s mouth fell open, and his reaction was slow as he stumbled back repeatedly.
After pushing him, Le Can raised his other hand, not forgetting to throw the umbrella in his hand toward him.
His rusty brain finally began to move with difficulty; Yuan Cheng scrambled to catch the item while stabilizing his footing.
Taking advantage of the path being cleared, Le Can stepped through the space that had finally opened and walked toward Xi Yun. The man had looked up at some point.
[Finally willing to look at me?]
The black-suited bodyguards on both sides quickly filled Yuan Cheng’s vacancy, becoming new obstacles between the two.
Le Can’s pace was neither fast nor slow as he said flatly, “Move aside.”
Xi Yun’s hand, resting in front of him, had his index and middle fingers pressed together, silently gesturing twice to his side. Liang Yusheng, standing behind his boss, immediately cleared his throat. “Let her come over.”
Receiving their employer’s command, the bodyguards instantly parted to both sides.
The high heels clicked against the ground, making a crisp and rhythmic sound. Xi Yun, who was restraining his emotions to keep his ability from going out of control due to his agitated feelings, could clearly distinguish the footsteps drawing closer.
The moment the sound stopped nearby, Xi Yun’s heart rate instantly went out of order.
Beneath the long black silk ribbon, his closed eyes suddenly grew hot. Then, without the owner’s permission, his X-ray vision abruptly activated!
A white as warm as mutton-fat jade suddenly filled Xi Yun’s vision. Amidst the jade-white, two touches of cherry-red were harmoniously dotted, looking nothing like the bloodshot, deep red of a week ago…
Xi Yun suddenly clenched his hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.
He slowly raised his head, his tight throat rolling with restraint. Finally, his focus shifted to a face that was heavy and glamorous, unfamiliar yet carrying a hint of familiarity.
The sunglasses covering the young man’s eyes were as good as non-existent under the X-ray vision.
Those peach-blossom eyes, traced with black eyeliner, possessed both sharpness and charm. Only the amber pupils in the middle, filled with a smile, were as clever and agile as ever.
The full red lips, coated in lipstick, were slightly pressed together with the corners turned up, carrying a familiar sense of mockery and teasing.
Not long ago, the person who had been static in the photo Xi Yun had repeatedly rubbed with his fingertips now appeared before him so vividly.
Le Can might not know that whenever he wanted to do something bad, he had this exact expression.
However, this expression wasn’t something ordinary people could see. Only those who had been circled into the young man’s territory—those he truly trusted—were lucky enough to see it…
At first, Xi Yun could only catch a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg through mind reading, but later it became blatant… because the young man understood that even if he knew, he would still indulge him.
The sound of his heart rate, which Xi Yun was trying to suppress, thundered in his ears.
“Who are you? Why did you come to see me…?”
Because of the protection of his sunglasses, Le Can blatantly stepped out of his new persona, his gaze bold and daring as he looked the man sitting in the wheelchair over from head to toe.
The pure black suit tightly wrapped around Xi Yun’s body, revealing only his hands, neck, and face. He looked like a refined gentleman, filled with a cold and abstinent aura.
But only Le Can knew what kind of masculine and charming body lay beneath that formal and steady exterior.
The wheelchair added a sense of frailty, as if he had mobility issues, but Le Can knew very well how firm and powerful Xi Yun’s waist and abdomen were…
[Black silk blindfold, wheelchair-bound… he’s simply… so pretentious and so hot.]
Xi Yun’s breath hitched.
Because he was definitely going to stay out tonight, the person who was recklessly flirting in his heart, intentionally or unintentionally, finally remembered the scene he had to play.
“Who am I?” Le Can repeated the question he already knew the answer to.
A low, hoarse chuckle escaped from the depths of his throat as his slender and agile fingers fished a thin business card from his pocket.
“She” slowly moved her finger to her lips, and as if taking advantage of the fact that the person in front of her couldn’t see, she silently left a kiss on the card.
Then, the business card with the bright red lip print was tucked into the lapel of the man’s suit jacket. “Just an unknown person.”
“As for why I came?” To make sure the man was clear, the hand that tucked the card in lightly patted the spot where it was.
The person who had leaned in close on purpose exhaled like an orchid. “I’m just here to… seek an opportunity.”
Le Can stood up and, banking on the fact that Xi Yun definitely wouldn’t agree, turned around and gave a cool wave of his hand behind him.
“My current address is on the card. When you’re lonely, why not come find me for a drink?”
Have a drink, and then do what?
He left a group of stunned people to their wild imaginations.
Having an address on the card wasn’t something Le Can made up; it really was the address of the hotel he was going to stay at—handwritten by him.
The card had been given to Le Can by Yi Ying. This “big sister” image with long, straight black hair would hold up as a legitimate identity even if the suspicious Jian Yu went to investigate.
A foreign-born Chinese person who had moved overseas with her parents at a young age and recently planned to return home for development.
It fit “her” current bold and flirtatious image perfectly.
This identity had been processed by Ben Nelson using his connections abroad; no matter how much power Jian Yu had domestically, his reach didn’t extend that far, making it difficult for him to see through this false identity in a short time.
And after Xi Yun got his address, would he go?
Le Can reached out and hooked the suitcase in his hand, the corners of his mouth curving with absolute confidence.
The level of privacy at a hotel in the city center was naturally not as high as the cruise ship Xi Yun owned. When the time came, Jian Yu would naturally get the news of Xi Yun’s appointment.
A lone man and a lone woman, a hotel, having a drink…
Le Can touched his fingers to the side of his face, tapping his smooth cheek with pleasure.
He thought, should he find someone to secretly lie in wait and take a photo of the expression Jian Yu would have?
Or, if Jian Yu didn’t believe it, Le Can was also considering whether he should go back to the hotel and not remove his makeup first. He could wait for Xi Yun to “fall into the trap” and then take some ambiguous intimate photos to leak over?
Mm, Jian Yu’s internal activity would surely be very exciting.
It was just a pity that Xi Yun’s current mind-reading couldn’t provide him with a real-time broadcast…
T/N: The phrase “exhaling like an orchid” (呵氣如蘭) is a classic poetic description for a woman’s fragrant breath. “Pretentious and hot” (又裝又澀) is a bit of internet slang—zhuang (装) refers to someone acting cool or formal, while se (涩/色) in this context refers to sexiness or “thirst-trapping.”
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