Chapter 17 Shen Jixing, try acting cute again?
Zhou Yili tilted his head and opened a bottle of liquor.
He tilted his head back, letting the fiery whiskey roll down his throat. His prominent Adam’s apple moved sharply up and down. He sneered coldly, his tone devoid of emotion.
“He’s what to me, my sweetheart?”
Shen Jixing, my sweetheart? What a joke.
“Right,” his friend swirled the liquor in his hand, chuckling lightly. “It’s been a long time since you two have been in contact.”
“So now he’s your ‘white moonlight’?” (A pure, unattainable love from the past.)
“…”
Zhou Yili lifted his long, impatient eyes and kicked him. “Si Kongxiu, are you asking for a beating?”
The man laughed incessantly with his fox-like eyes curved.
“Okay, okay, I won’t say anything.”
It’s not entirely their fault for always teasing this young master.
It’s just that the young man was once so unrestrained and passionate; he was eager to announce it to the world.
How much he liked that precious Teacher Shen.
Like a willful little lion cub, as long as the other party coldly extended a finger.
He would pounce on it, eager to kiss and nibble on the fingertip.
It’s a pity that the deeper the love was, the greater the hurt became later.
“I’m not masochistic,”
Zhou Yili leaned lazily against the booth, holding half a bottle of whiskey in one hand. The dazzling lights fell on his blue hair, blurring the sharp and wild features of his face.
He lightly rubbed his finger across the skin behind his earlobe.
Behind the shining black diamond on his earlobe was a slightly uneven scar.
It was a wound from a broken glass that shattered above his head.
Zhou Yili’s eyelashes drooped indifferently, the emotions in his black eyes like flames, yet also like ashes.
He sneered, “I still like him.”
I’m not a masochist; I still like Shen Jixing.
“Your phone’s ringing,” Si Kongxiu reminded him.
Zhou Yili glanced at the screen; it was an email notification.
【Time Weekly Entertainment – Xiao Fang】: My god, Young Master Zhou, you’re so cool!!! You mobilized all the marketing accounts on the internet with one move; secretly being a fan of Shen, the Emperor, to this extent, you’re the No. 1 fan among us!!!
Zhou Yili: “…”
He moved his long fingers slightly and directly answered the call.
He opened his mouth with an impatient tone, “Are you sick, Liufang Baishi?” (Liufang Baishi – a name, likely a nickname or a reference to something.)
Liufang Baishi: “…”
He was angry again.
But this time, she really misunderstood.
“It wasn’t you,” Xiao Fang had just received a message from headquarters. “It was Shen, the Emperor! Shen, the Emperor is so cool!!!”
“…”
Zhou Yili leaned against the booth and sneered coldly, “Is he a giant baby? He can’t even handle such a small matter himself; he needs someone to feed it to him mouthful by mouthful?”
He wanted to distance himself.
But Xiao Fang was a tough cookie he’d kicked.
She keenly grasped the key point, “So, the interview was for Shen, the Emperor, right? You still won’t admit it, right? You’ve exposed yourself, haven’t you?”
Zhou Yili’s blood pressure soared.
He was unexpectedly pulled into the celebration banquet today for the interview.
His emotions were not very stable, and he didn’t want to say much.
“Get lost, I’m hanging up.”
This guy isn’t gentle with girls at all.
But Xiao Fang didn’t care; she turned to gossip with her colleagues, “Shen, the Emperor, probably doesn’t have any money now. I heard that he terminated several top luxury endorsements and paid a large sum of liquidated damages…”
A colleague gently patted her head, “We only earn 5000 yuan a month; don’t worry about the top stars’ business.”
Xiao Fang said, “If I were to help him in his time of need now, wouldn’t I also be able to touch my idol’s little hand…hehehe.”
Zhou Yili paused slightly as he hung up the phone.
He listened to the lewd laughter on the other end, almost sarcastically scoffing, “Liufang Baishi, ideals and wishful thinking are…”
“Hey, you haven’t hung up yet?”
With Xiao Fang’s voice, the next second was the busy tone.
Zhou Yili casually threw his phone on the table.
“How did I get assigned this clumsy female reporter twice in a row?”
He tilted his head and took a gulp of fiery whiskey; the veins on his slender neck bulged with stimulation.
The next second, his phone rang again.
Zhou Yili lazily glanced at it, with lingering anger surrounding him.
“Did he eat a bomb today?” his friend whispered.
No matter who was sending the message at this time, they would probably end up very badly if they angered Zhou Yili.
Si Kongxiu, with his legs crossed, was playing Candy Crush. Upon hearing this, he curved his fox-like eyes and lazily smiled, “That’s what happens when it involves your white moonlight.”
Zhou Yili coldly glanced at him, “Are you done with the white moonlight thing?”
Then, he lowered his head and looked.
【S】: When are you coming home?
【S】: I’m waiting for you.
“…”
…
Sheng Que jumped off the stage after his screaming performance.
He saw Zhou Yili walking towards the bar’s exit with one hand in his pocket, his flamboyant shirt swaying; his lips curved into an imperceptible sneer—
Sheng Que squinted his eyes and looked closely.
That’s right.
Zhou Yili was indeed smiling happily.
“Why did he run off and is happy like a fool?”
Sheng Que sat down and poured himself a drink; his friend’s happiness would obviously make his friend unhappy.
“Didn’t he want to curse at stray dogs just now?”
Si Kongxiu passed a level; he curved his lips and smiled, “He might want to kiss stray dogs now.”
Sheng Que frowned, “Ew, so disgusting.”
Then he picked up his suit jacket to get his phone; suddenly his movements paused.
“Where’s my card???”
His friends all shook their heads innocently, silent as chickens.
Sheng Que searched again, “No, where’s my card???”
Si Kongxiu started the next level of Candy Crush, taking the time to wink at him with his alluring fox eyes, “Guess?”
Sheng Que: “???”
“It’s here, Mr. Sheng.”
A beautiful bunny girl waiter presented the luxurious black card with both hands.
“Your total consumption is 1,003,580, and it has been settled.”
Three seconds later, Sheng Que let out a sharp scream.
It’s not that he felt sorry for the money; it’s that he felt sorry for his knees.
Sheng Que covered his head with his suit jacket and mumbled, “He and Zhou Yili can only live one of them eventually,” while sneaking out of the bar.
Someone bumped into him from behind.
Sheng Que lowered his head and said, “Excuse me, sorry.”
In his line of sight were black leather shoes, slender ankles under a suit trousers.
Sheng Que suddenly felt that these legs looked familiar.
He slowly raised his head and met a pair of cold, black eyes as dark as a winter lake.
“…”
The end.
“Call someone,” Fu Chen said.
“……Uncle.”
Sheng Que showed a cheerful smile, trying to greet the man in a suit in a lively manner.
“Uncle, what a coincidence～Are you also here to watch the bunny girls dance…ah, ouch, Uncle, easy, don’t pull my ear, I was wrong, I was wrong, okay…”
…
Zhou Yili was sitting in the back seat of the car.
He witnessed the whole process of Sheng Que’s arrest.
He lowered the car window and gave a playful whistle, “~”
Sheng Que immediately rushed over like a ruffled animal, “Zhou Yili, you’re dead!”
Before he took a step, a pair of cold hands grabbed the back of his neck, easily pulling Sheng Que back.
His back lightly bumped against his chest.
Fu Chen paused slightly and lowered his head to look at him, “Stand up straight.”
Sheng Que silently distanced himself from him, standing stiffly like a good student.
Fu Chen looked at Zhou Yili, “You seem to have drunk a lot, can you go back?”
Zhou Yili nodded, “It’s okay, I’ve called for a designated driver.”
He lightly touched his earlobe; for some reason, even though he hadn’t seen Fu Chen for a long time.
Why did this indifferent and elegant voice sound a little familiar?
Where did he hear it today?
“En.” Fu Chen didn’t say anything more and got back into the car with the captured Sheng Que.
Zhou Yili signaled the driver to drive.
If it were normal, he would have had the leisure to watch Sheng Que’s punishment at home, kneeling in the ancestral hall, copying family rules, running ten kilometers with a heavy load…in short, all kinds of orthodox punishments.
But obviously, he didn’t have time today.
The neon lights outside were receding; the fragmented night lights flickered on his profile. Zhou Yili lowered his head and looked at the two sentences on the screen.
【S】: When are you coming home?
【S】: I’m waiting for you.
Two simple and clean sentences.
Without any added expressions, they were as emotionless as their owner.
Zhou Yili sneered amidst the converging traffic flow of the bustling city, lightly rubbing his finger across the screen and lazily typing.
【ZZZZZZZ】: On my way
【ZZZZZZZ】: Shen Jixing, try acting cute again?
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