“Occasional running is fine, but I won’t consider professional running,” Yan Shenyu said, taking a sip of tea and shaking his head. “If it were my horse, I would just want it to be a happy, carefree creature, enjoying the breeze and watching the clouds whenever it’s free, going out for a run when it’s in a good mood, and chasing after its favorite mares during the breeding season.”
“That’s good too, there’s no pressure.” Fu Da nodded, but his eyes kept glancing in his direction.
Yan Shenyu was focused on the interaction between Yan Sheng and Fu Jingran and did not notice his unusual behavior.
Xie Siyan looked back with displeasure, like a wild beast whose territory had been challenged.
Fu Da then came to his senses and bowed slightly: "I'm sorry, he put the cup down."
Xie Siyan then realized that Fu Da wasn't looking at Yan Shenyu himself, but at the teacup in front of him—after Yan Shenyu finished drinking the tea, he put the teacup back, and a small part of it was hanging in the air.
Xie Siyan coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed, and looked away. He then reached out and pushed the teacups that Yan Shenyu had just placed on the table back in. The spacing between the six teacups was just right; they were scattered on the coffee table like a circle of blooming flowers.
Fu Da then looked away and gave him a gentle smile: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Xie Siyan looked away, feeling inexplicably guilty.
However, after a while, he noticed Fu Da looking at Yan Shenyu again. This time he looked twice to confirm that Fu Da was indeed looking at Yan Shenyu himself.
Xie Siyan: ?
Fu Da smiled and pointed to his sideburns. Xie Siyan then noticed that Yan Shenyu had a wisp of hair on his left sideburn, while he did not have one on his right.
Xie Siyan: "..."
Every time they went out with Fu Da, he would put on the air of a perfectionist university professor. His group was already used to it and didn't mind indulging his harmless little quirks. Just like how he himself was a germaphobe, no friend would intentionally try to make him dirty.
But lately, Fu Da's obsessive-compulsive disorder seems to be getting worse, right? He even has to control people's hairstyles now?
Xie Siyan didn't want to indulge him, so she coldly withdrew her gaze and chose to ignore him.
Fu Da wasn't angry; he just kept staring at Yan Shenyu until Xie Siyan couldn't stand it anymore and finally reminded Yan Shenyu.
“Your hair is messy,” he whispered in Yan Shenyu’s ear.
Yan Shenyu sensed it for a moment and shook his head: "It hasn't dissipated."
Xie Siyan: "There are stray hairs next to you."
"So?" Yan Shenyu turned to look at him, her expression strange. "What do you want to do?"
Xie Siyan opened his mouth, looking hesitant. After a brief standoff, he seemed to have made a very important decision.
The next moment, he raised his right hand and placed it beside Yan Shenyu's ear. Under Yan Shenyu's shocked gaze, he carefully and solemnly tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.
After completing this series of actions, he immediately withdrew his hand, and his whole body became visibly tense.
Immediately afterward, he stood up abruptly, and before Yan Shenyu could even react, he made an excuse and hurriedly left.
Suddenly snapping back to reality, Yan Shenyu asked: ?
Xie Siyan's muscles were tense, and his expression was terrifyingly gloomy, which scared away a large number of people who wanted to curry favor with him.
Once back in his private VIP room, Xie Siyan closed the door to the astonished gaze of the waiter. Then he leaned against the wall, his chest heaving, finally revealing a trace of his suppressed emotions.
Just now, in the instant he tucked the stray hairs behind Yan Shenyu's ear, he almost couldn't help but stroke Yan Shenyu's cheek.
No, not almost, he actually touched his face.
His fingertips brushed a strand of hair past his temple, his palm cradling the boy's rounded ear. As he left, his fingertips lingered on the young man's smooth jawline, even shamelessly cupping his cheek...
Under the guise of helping Yan Shenyu with his hair, he touched him with lustful intent.
No, it wasn't just a touch on the cheek; from the very first moment of their long-awaited reunion this morning, his self-control was destined to crumble.
During those days when they didn't meet, he forced himself not to look for him. So, every bit of longing accumulated, little by little, building up into a solid dam, making him believe that his heart remained as impregnable as ever.
Until he saw Yan Shenyu again, all his resolve crumbled at the moment of their reunion. Emotions swept over him like a storm, making him unable to resist the urge to invade his lips and tear his collar apart...
In the private VIP room, Xie Siyan sat on the sofa in a tuxedo, a slightly wrinkled handkerchief covering his face, and a certain part of his body protruding in the shadows.
Outside the window, horses neighed, and the man's Adam's apple bobbed heavily. Even in his most gentlemanly tuxedo, he couldn't suppress the possessiveness that was about to burst forth.
Yes, that is an undeniable fact.
He wanted to embrace him, possess him, and make him completely his own.
A note from the author:
Updated early today —
Chapter 39 A wife isn't won by licking.
The stallion show is still ongoing, and for each horse that appears, the organizers will introduce the outstanding achievements of its father, mother, brothers, and sisters.
This one costs 1 million to breed, this one costs 1.2 million... High prices are often accompanied by high looks, Yan Shenyu commented quietly as he looked around.
"This horse has such beautiful muscles, it looks like it would be very easy to ride."
"It's so dark it's almost seductive, and it actually has the 'Snow-Treading Black Hoof' logo."
"White is also nice, it looks ethereal and is suitable for yellow-toned skin with high contrast."
Watching a string of stunningly beautiful stallions walk past, Yan Shenyu couldn't help but sigh, "Looks like we can't use the term 'stallion' to insult scumbags anymore. How much value do those stallions create in a year? What value can a scumbag create besides promiscuity?"
"Hey, you next door!" a voice suddenly rang out from the side, demanding aggressively, "How could you say that?"
The racecourse is outdoors, and although these VIP stands are shielded, they are not completely closed off. The view from these stands is unobstructed, and you can occasionally hear sounds from next door.
Yan Shenyu: ?
Did someone overhear my previous complaints?
And the guy next door just happens to be a scumbag?
"You're absolutely right, you've fucking hit the nail on the head!" A voice rang out from the next private room, filled with the joy of meeting a fellow countryman in a foreign land. "Those scumbags calling themselves 'studs' is laughable. What size are real studs? And what size are they?"
Yan Shenyu: "..."
That's not what I meant...
But the people next door were completely oblivious and asked him excitedly, "And how did you come up with the idea of filming with horses?"
The voice was clear yet slightly hoarse, and its tone was arrogant and domineering, exactly the same as Xu Yi who had mocked him at the entrance.
Yan Shenyu: "..."
Should he remind Xu Yi across from him that the person sitting next to him is Yan Shenyu?
"Hey, where are you? Why aren't you saying anything? Did you run away?" Xu Yi's assertive voice rang out. "If you don't answer me, I'm coming to find you."
“I’m here,” Yan Shenyu sighed softly. He didn’t want to continue the conversation, so he made up a reason to refuse. “I didn’t mean to film horses. I just said it casually. Besides, these are racehorses, and they’re not going to be used for filming.”
“It’s alright, I know all these people, it’s just a greeting. If that doesn’t work, I’ll just pay to buy the right to use their horses.” Xu Yi looked at the beautiful horses in the distance and imagined perfectly, “Then you can photograph the black one, and I’ll photograph the white one, and we’ll form a black and white duo.”
Yan Shenyu didn't respond to his comment.
If Xu Yi knew that the person she had just considered a close friend was actually the person she hated most, I wonder what his expression would be. He'd probably accuse him of being cunning and deliberately embarrassing him.
Yan Shenyu didn't want to get into such big trouble, so as soon as the harem party ended, he secretly opened the private room and left.
But to his surprise, he was blocked by a group of people who were very aggressive as soon as he reached the door.
"Hey, was that you who just spoke to me?"
Xu Yi arrived at some point, staring at him with wide, beautiful eyes. She had long eyelashes and her chocolate-colored skin shone with a lustrous sheen.
Yan Shenyu didn't want to talk to him and pulled down the brim of her baseball cap to cover her face.
Xu Yi glanced at his exposed arm, feeling a little sore and a little envious, and said, "Hmph, so white, it really does match a black horse better."
Then he became dissatisfied again, frowning and saying, "Why are you covering your face? Tilt your head up and let me see."
"Are you sure?" a voice came from under the hat.
Xu Yi snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "Are you too ugly to show me...?"
The next moment, the man under the brim of the hat raised his head, silencing his next sarcastic remark.
Yan Shenyu raised her head and met Xu Yi's wide eyes.
"You, you—" Xu Yi clutched her chest with one hand, her beautifully manicured French nails gleaming in disbelief, "It was you?"
Yan Shenyu took off his baseball cap, his face expressionless: "It's always been me."
"So you recognized me all along?"
I remember your voice.
"Then why didn't you remind me?" Xu Yi felt a surge of anger. "Why did you deliberately keep talking to me like this? Were you just trying to make me look foolish?"
Yan Shenyu blinked, looking bewildered, and said, "But you were the one who spoke to me first."
"Well……"
"I...I didn't know it was you next door!" Xu Yi explained in a flustered manner. "If I had known it was you, I wouldn't have said a word to you!"
"I didn't offend you, did I?" Yan Shenyu asked, somewhat confused. "You dislike me because of Xie Xiaoling?"
"Xie Xiaoling?" Xu Yi's eyes widened, her face showing undisguised disdain. "Who does he think he is? Does he even deserve to make me angry with you? This is our feud, don't try to shift the blame onto others."
"ah?"
Seeing Yan Shenyu's blank expression, Xu Yi said impatiently, "I've only met him a few times. He's been riding on my coattails, which is why everyone outside thinks we're good friends. Besides, he's committed a crime and is in jail. Do you think I'm stupid enough to be angry with you over that?"
Yan Shenyu asked blankly, "Then why?"
Xu Yi's eyes widened: "You don't remember?"
The shocked expression on his face was exactly like that of a male protagonist in an old-fashioned male-oriented novel who was tricked by his enemy into falling off a cliff. After studying hard for decades and finally returning to take revenge, he found that his beloved had already married his enemy and was pregnant.
Xu Yi's chest heaved rapidly. He hadn't expected that Yan Shenyu, whom he had always regarded as an enemy, had completely forgotten the whole story.
He said incredulously, "Have you forgotten everything you did to me?"
"Perhaps," Yan Shenyu suggested tactfully, "you could give me a slight hint..."
"Who needs to warn you? I'd rather kick you to death!" Xu Yi slapped the baseball cap out of his hand and said fiercely, "Yan Beicheng, you win! I, Xu Yi, am determined to be your sworn enemy!"
Yan Shenyu picked up the hat, dusted it off, and looked somewhat bewildered.
Xu Yi dislikes him, but it's not like she stood up for Xie Xiaoling as the internet speculated? Could it be that the original owner of this body had a conflict with Xu Yi?
Yan Shenyu couldn't remember anything until lunch, when a customer who had booked his jewelry design in Hoya Carnosa came over to chat.