Although they are the original couple from the novel, Yan Shenyu had no intention of bringing them together; he chose to respect Yan Sheng's own wishes.
"Would you like to sit over there?" he asked Yan Sheng.
Yan Sheng glanced at Fu Jingran with some hesitation. The latter met his gaze and immediately broke into a big smile, staring straight at him with eyes that could hardly contain their admiration.
Yan Shenyu: "..."
Help! It looks even more like a husky now!
Yan Sheng was startled by his enthusiasm and flinched slightly, but she did not refuse. Instead, she nodded slightly to Yan Shenyu.
"Then let's go." Yan Shenyu nodded with a smile and sat down next to Xie Siyan.
Both couples have found their communities, and only Fu Shuyu's world is complete with her injury.
Fu Shuyu frowned delicately and complained, "Why have you all abandoned me? I'm all alone here now..."
Fu Jingran thought for a moment and said, "Then you can switch with Yan Sheng."
Yan Sheng was sitting between him and his uncle. He seemed a little nervous, probably because his uncle was too fierce. He wanted to move Yan Sheng to a seat in the corner.
Fu Shuyu: ?
Fu Shuyu didn't want to change seats at first, but then he suddenly remembered something, smiled and switched seats with Yan Sheng, taking the initiative to sit next to their cold-faced uncle, Fu Da.
The next moment, Fu Da glanced down at him and said emotionlessly, "Your chair is crooked."
Fu Shuyu: "..."
Fu Shuyu adjusted her chair and asked expectantly, "Uncle, can we switch seats?"
After switching seats with Fu Da, he was able to sit next to Xie Siyan.
"No." The latter refused him without hesitation.
"Why?" Fu Shuyu asked, puzzled.
"Because there's a reporter across from you with a side-parted hairstyle," the man glanced at him and said quietly, "I don't like it."
"Well……"
"Don't you think your OCD is getting worse?" Fu Shuyu complained. "You didn't care about other people's hairstyles before."
The latter nodded: "I don't mind, I just don't want to see it."
Fu Shuyu: "..."
In the end, Fu Shuyu still couldn't move to sit next to Xie Siyan. He bit his lower lip and gave Xie Siyan a resentful look.
The latter, however, had all his attention focused on Yan Shenyu and did not receive his gaze.
Yan Shenyu wore a pair of white tight-fitting riding breeches today, paired with a maroon polo shirt and black leather boots, looking as retro as a Hong Kong star who stepped out of a 1990s magazine.
Because it was so hot, he had his hair tied up at the back of his head, revealing his slender, fair nape. The side of his neck was damp, with a few stray hairs clinging to it.
The cicadas chirped outside, and occasionally the clatter of horses could be heard.
It wasn't until this moment that Xie Siyan suddenly realized that summer had truly arrived.
In the summer, young boys' skin was damp, their lips peeking out from the hot air, their breath hot, their lips redder than usual. Occasionally, when they spoke, a row of white teeth would appear, their delicate chins framed by slender necks, prominent Adam's apples, and slightly curved collarbones. Their flat chests were concealed by thin clothing, rising and falling gently with their breath, like the ebb and flow of ocean waves.
Xie Siyan suddenly felt the temperature of the surrounding air rising little by little, making his heart pound, his throat hoarse, and him eagerly anticipating something.
When he came to his senses, he saw Yan Shenyu's face magnified. The young man stared at him blankly, his eyes filled with curiosity and confusion.
"Mr. Xie?"
Xie Siyan quickly looked away and handed over his handkerchief: "Wipe it off."
Yan Shenyu gave him a strange look.
"You're sweating," Xie Siyan said, trying to sound indifferent. "Wipe it off first."
Is it because they dislike him for sweating?
Did I really smell bad? Yan Shenyu lowered his head and sniffed, but of course he couldn't smell anything.
Most guys smell bad after exercising, but Yan Shenyu has almost no body odor. Even after exercising, he only sweats and doesn't have any strange smell.
How long has he been outside? How could he possibly smell?
But then he suddenly remembered that Xie Siyan was a germaphobe and couldn't be judged by normal standards.
The problem is that they haven't seen each other for so long, and now that they've finally met, Xie Siyan actually complains that he's sweating?
"Are you sick?" Yan Shenyu glared at Xie Siyan, took the handkerchief from his hand in annoyance, and wiped herself off casually.
After wiping himself, he realized he didn't have a handkerchief in his pocket, but he couldn't carry a dirty handkerchief all day. Yan Shenyu hesitated for a moment, then started looking for a trash can in the room.
Anyway, Xie Siyan is rich and powerful, so he probably won't care about a mere handkerchief, right?
After looking around, Yan Shenyu finally found a trash can next to Xie Siyan. It wasn't that he was blind; it was just that this club was incredibly meticulous. A trash can was disguised like a work of art, and it even had a sensor.
Yan Shenyu reached out to open the trash can, but before she could do anything, Xie Siyan grabbed her wrist.
When he looked up, he met the man's dark eyes, which were staring straight at him as if he were looking at some prey.
"What are you doing?" Xie Siyan asked him, his voice deep.
Yan Shenyu: "Throw away the trash?"
Xie Siyan frowned, his voice growing deeper: "Are you going to throw away my handkerchief?"
"My clothes don't have pockets today, so I have to hold my phone in my hand," Yan Shenyu tried to explain. "It's because I had nowhere to put it..."
Before she could finish speaking, Yan Shenyu suddenly opened her eyes wide in surprise.
Xie Siyan suddenly snatched the handkerchief from his hand and put it back in his tuxedo pocket. His movements were completely natural, showing no sign of reluctance whatsoever.
This action surprised the people around him to varying degrees.
"Thank you, Mr. Xie?" Yan Shenyu was stunned for a long time before she finally spoke up to remind him, "That's what I used..."
Xie Siyan glanced at him sideways and said coldly, "This is my handkerchief."
“That’s not what I meant,” Yan Shenyu gently reminded her, “That’s something I used, it’s dirty…”
"So you're going to throw away my handkerchief?" Xie Siyan glanced at him sideways and said in a feigned indifference, "Do you know how many silkworms painstakingly spun their silk to make this handkerchief? And how many workers endured hardship and effort?"
Yan Shenyu looked bewildered: "Huh?"
Xie Siyan: "And you're actually going to throw the handkerchief away?"
Who was it that told him last time, "Even if it's washed clean, I still don't want it"? Yan Shenyu was speechless: "President Xie, what happened to your OCD?"
"Who said I'm a germaphobe?" Xie Siyan retorted slowly and deliberately. "I'm just a bit tidy."
Yan Shenyu: "..."
Just then, a waiter came in to serve tea. Even though Xie Siyan was still a full two meters away, the latter had already started moving his chair closer to him. The waiter, thinking it was just politeness, smiled apologetically at him.
Only after the waiter left did Yan Shenyu glance at Xie Siyan, who was almost shoulder to shoulder with him, and said irritably, "What are you doing?"
"Someone is coming."
"so?"
"If I don't come over, he might run into me."
Yan Shenyu: "..."
So you really are a germaphobe, huh?!
Yan Shenyu noticed that Xie Siyan's mood had become increasingly unpredictable lately. One minute he wanted this, the next he wanted that, just like a high school girl throwing a tantrum with her boyfriend, only agreeing when she had to swallow her pride and coax him...
Wait, why is he lowering himself to coax Xie Siyan? What does Xie Siyan's sour face have to do with him?
Yan Shenyu was too lazy to pay attention to Xie Siyan anymore. He picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and focused on looking at the stallions on display.
These horses are much cuter than the annoying Xie Siyan.
Yan Shenyu raised his head again, because he had missed several horses due to Xie Siyan's interruption.
Approaching now is a thoroughbred stallion with a beautiful black coat. Its black fur gleams like silk in the sunlight, revealing clearly defined muscles. What's even more striking is the white marking on its forehead, making it truly memorable.
Yan Shenyu glanced at the manual. This was a national first-class racehorse, Fei Yan, a former Olympic champion who had won eight championships in her career and was a highly sought-after super stallion in the equestrian world.
It is rumored that Fei Yan has already bred 60 times, with each insemination costing as much as 2 million. Even so, her sperm is still in high demand. Even just selling sperm can fetch 1,500 US dollars per milliliter, a quality that would make any man ashamed.
If we calculate based on extracting 100 ml once a day, then just selling semen would generate $150,000 a day. With a breeding season lasting eight months a year, that would amount to $36 million a year, equivalent to over 200 million RMB.
This is no ordinary horse race; it's a mobile treasure trove. No wonder so many wealthy people are obsessed with horse racing.
Seeing that Yan Shenyu beside him was almost engrossed in the book, Xie Siyan asked him, "Do you like it?"
Yan Shenyu nodded, his eyes sparkling. Putting aside the exorbitant prices of these famous horses, he still quite liked the horses themselves.
“I can get a breeding quota for a swallow,” Xie Siyan said. “If I breed and get pregnant now, the foal will be born a year later.”
"Huh? Giving birth to a foal?" Yan Shenyu was stunned.
Xie Siyan was also stunned: "You don't want it?"
“It’s not that I don’t want to; I would naturally like such a handsome horse, but I don’t think it’s necessary.” Yan Shenyu shook his head. “I’m just an amateur player; buying such a race-quality pedigree would be a waste of their talent.”
Xie Siyan looked down at him, seemingly somewhat surprised.
"Think about it, these horses could have shone brightly on the Olympic stage, but if I buy them, they might just be boarded up at a horse farm, and I'll only play with them when I feel like it."
At first glance, it was a bit surprising, but upon closer reflection, it was indeed something Yan Shenyu would say.
Other equestrian enthusiasts are competing on the birth and pedigree of their horses, engaging in all sorts of elaborate contests that surpass even the intense competition among humans in raising their children.
Yan Shenyu, however, was able to inexplicably break free from the involution in this area, not for money or fame, but simply out of pure hobby.
Xie Siyan thought he already knew Yan Shenyu, but at this moment he felt that he still didn't know enough about him.
Looking into the other's bright, sparkling eyes, Xie Siyan suddenly felt her heart race. She wanted to know him better, to know more about him, and to stay with him forever…
"Hmm?" Yan Shenyu looked up at him. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Xie Siyan then realized that his gaze was too intense. He calmly looked away, but he couldn't hide his rapid heartbeat.
"It seems that those of us who only love thoroughbreds need to reflect on our behavior," said Uncle Fu, who was standing next to Yan Shenyu. His tone was smiling and carried a hint of good-natured teasing.
“No, it’s not that simple. Everyone has different standards,” Yan Shenyu shook his head. “You’re willing to entrust your horses to organizations for competitions, but I don’t want to play that professionally.”
"You really don't want to participate?" Fu Da asked him from the side.