Seeing the other person open up to him so unguardedly, Pei Shaocheng felt his scalp tingle. Instinctively, he grabbed Wen Yuhan's waist and pressed him down.
Wen Yuhan panicked and sat down on Pei Shaocheng's lap. Pei Shaocheng immediately let out a suppressed panting sound from his nose, his eyes darkening further.
"Hey, stop fooling around." Wen Yuhan sighed softly, and was about to pour some wine when he met the other person's gaze and belatedly realized the danger of the situation.
Pei Shaocheng swung the floating table further away, where it bounced against the rocks. Knowing she had no chance to negotiate, Wen Yuhan simply wrapped her arms around Pei Shaocheng's neck, squinted at him, and said, "I don't think I've ever tried being in the water before..."
Pei Shaocheng, unable to resist such teasing, gripped Wen Yuhan's hips and pressed him down. Wen Yuhan let out a muffled groan, burying his head in Pei Shaocheng's neck, his whole body tense.
Pei Shaocheng soothed him in a hoarse voice as he reached behind Wen Yuhan and gently stroked his spine. Seeing the other's eyes gradually filling with tears and his lips slightly parted, he couldn't resist pressing Wen Yuhan's head down and kissing him fiercely, savoring the faint scent of tea between his lips and teeth.
During this time, Wen Yuhan tried to comfort herself with her hands, but Pei Shaocheng grabbed her and pushed her aside.
"No..."
Although Wen Yuhan knew Pei Shaocheng was worried about worsening his tenosynovitis, he felt it was too cruel to do so now, so he glared at Pei Shaocheng resentfully. Unexpectedly, this glare was incredibly alluring to Pei Shaocheng. Pei Shaocheng's breathing instantly became heavier.
The moonlight was too bright tonight, but fortunately, apart from the two of them, there were only plum blossoms in the hot spring resort.
The hot spring water rippled in layers, gradually calming down before finally returning to stillness.
The wine arrived but they couldn't drink it. Wen Yuhan was carried away from the hot spring by Pei Shaocheng, wrapped up in layers of clothing. He wanted to remind Pei Shaocheng to bring the wine along, but his voice was too hoarse and he really didn't have the strength. He could only close his eyes and let the other person lead him all the way back to the suite, carefully place him on the soft bed, and cover him with the quilt.
Pei Shaocheng carefully pulled her hand out from under the covers, and along with a faint smell of medicinal wine, she felt a warm sensation on her wrist.
Wen Yuhan's eyelashes trembled, and she slightly opened her eyes, only to see Pei Shaocheng intently massaging her.
Upon noticing Wen Yuhan looking at him, Pei Shaocheng's gaze softened, and he gently coaxed him while rubbing his wrist, "Go back to sleep."
Just as Wen Yuhan was about to say something, he looked over Pei Shaocheng's shoulder and suddenly saw a pure white snowflake falling outside the window. His eyes flickered, and he gestured with his chin towards Pei Shaocheng: "It's snowing."
Upon hearing this, Pei Shaocheng also looked out the window and gave a soft "hmm".
"A year goes by so fast, it's almost Chinese New Year again." Wen Yuhan came back to her senses and looked at Pei Shaocheng with a faint smile. "Although there are still a few days left, I'd like to wish you a Happy New Year in advance to keep things in mind."
"Yes, I love you too."
Wen Yuhan was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
Pei Shaocheng, I love you.
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A note from the author:
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 93
This should be considered the darkest and most gloomy period that Lu Yanheng has encountered in his many years of business.
In that contest that outsiders talked about with great interest and insiders were filled with apprehension, he stumbled at the crucial moment because of a moment of compassion, and was utterly defeated by his younger brother Lu Yanchen's scheme.
Fortunately, I had put more thought into things in my early years and invested in a leather goods business in Italy, so that I wouldn't be left with nowhere to go when I was in dire straits.
The partner is an Italian native. It is said that his grandfather was a notorious local thug. Later, he used the connections and capital accumulated by his grandfather to launder money and start a legitimate business with his father. The current head of the family is a college classmate of Lu Yanheng. His name is Daniel, and he also has a typical Italian appearance.
As soon as Lu Yanheng got off the plane, he saw Daniel's striking reddish-brown hair. Daniel strode towards Lu Yanheng, opened his arms, and said what he thought was a typical Chinese comfort: "It's good that you're alright!"
The retroflex ending sounds very deliberate.
Lu Yanheng chuckled awkwardly, but had no intention of explaining to Daniel the importance of using that phrase cautiously, lest he get beaten up later. After a brief exchange in Italian, Lu Yanheng got into Daniel's car and left the Rome airport.
Lu Yanheng originally wanted to get a good night's sleep after settling in as soon as possible, since he hadn't had a proper rest for almost a week. After that, he could calm down and think about how to turn the tide.
He never considered letting things slide, nor did he ever think of making a comeback. Lu Yanchen's actions had completely extinguished the last vestige of affection he had for him. Now, all he wanted was for what he had taken to be returned intact, or better yet, even more severely.
But Daniel clearly had no intention of letting him rest; after checking into the hotel, he took him directly to his private winery.
Perhaps due to being overworked and having been on a plane for too long, Lu Yanheng, who was usually able to easily outdrink a group of seasoned drinkers in the business world, actually got drunk. He felt that the world was spinning around him, and even Daniel had turned into a three-headed, six-armed monster like Nezha.
After the other person poured another glass of wine into their own, they pinched their brow and shook their head at Daniel, indicating that they could no longer drink.
He turned on his phone and skillfully switched to a different SIM card. This wasn't his usual phone; the contacts only contained a few people he considered important.
Daniel leaned closer, staring at his screen and exclaiming in exaggerated surprise, "Are all Chinese men this handsome?!...Is he your lover?"
Lu Yanheng narrowed his eyes and instinctively turned his phone screen upside down.
Daniel instantly looked like he understood: "She's your type. We've always had similar tastes back in college. How do you say it in Chinese? We're birds of a feather?"
“Chinese idioms shouldn’t be used carelessly, Daniel.” Lu Yanheng wiped his glasses clean and put them back on. “It should be, ‘Looking forward to but not reaching.’”
"What's the meaning?"
Lu Yanheng paused, then smiled and said, "It's just that I like him, but I can't have him."
Daniel let out another strange cry upon hearing this: "Don't joke around. Ever since I've known you, there's never been one you haven't gotten what you've wanted."
The image that Lu Yanheng set as his phone's screen saver was of a man standing on the rooftop in the dark blue sky, wearing a white shirt.
His slightly long hair was casually tied back, and he held a cigarette between his fingers, gazing at the distant lights. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, but his eyes were deep and serene, possessing an indescribable allure.
It was Wen Yuhan.
The thought that he was probably with Pei Shaocheng right now filled Lu Yanheng with a bitter, self-deprecating feeling. It wasn't so much that it was unattainable, but rather a case of wishful thinking and delusional longing.
He picked up his suit jacket, leaned on the table, and stood up: "That's enough for today, I need to go back and rest."
Daniel kept a close eye on his old friend's mood throughout, and patted Lu Yanheng on the shoulder knowingly: "Cheer up, brother. Although he is very handsome, there are plenty of boys as handsome as him in Rome. I know you like Asian faces. Don't worry, leave it to me."
Lu Yanheng frowned and stopped him at the right moment: "I'm not in the mood for that right now, Daniel. I just want to get a good night's sleep."
Daniel nodded eagerly, then grinned and said, "Of course, my friend. The beds at that hotel are big and soft; I guarantee you'll sleep well."
Lu Yanheng felt another wave of dizziness and didn't bother to interpret Daniel's subtle expression. He returned to the hotel as arranged and swiped his room card to open the door. After a quick shower, he collapsed onto the large bed and fell asleep.
Just as I was about to enter a state of confusion, I suddenly heard a muffled, low curse coming from outside the door:
"Damn, this access card is broken..."
Lu Yanheng's eyelids twitched. That's right, he was still speaking Chinese.
He cursed Daniel inwardly. This guy had been a womanizer since college, with no discernible taste; he could enjoy any pretty woman, male or female. He probably thought he'd finally grasped the meaning of "unattainable" tonight, and out of a sense of hospitality, he'd found himself someone. But judging from the other person's voice, he didn't seem to be in a good mood.
Just as he thought of this, the person outside seemed to have lost his temper and kicked his door hard in frustration.
Lu Yanchen opened his eyes, a hint of annoyance flashing in them. He covered his head, got out of bed, walked to the entrance, and opened the door. The stronger smell of alcohol outside made him frown even more.
He had just thought to himself that this "professional" was incredibly unprofessional, and a drunkard at that. The next second, the other person, propelled by the momentum of slamming the door, crashed headfirst into Lu Yanheng's arms.
"Damn it!" the man cursed under his breath, grabbing Lu Yanheng's collar as he did so.
Lu Yanheng was also quite drunk. Looking at the person's face pressed against his chest, he felt the person looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite place them. However, the person was indeed good-looking; aside from being completely drunk, their features were quite refined and handsome—the type he would like. It seemed Daniel had put some thought into it.
The other person was also bewildered, not expecting the door to suddenly open from the inside. After finally focusing his gaze, the man stared at Lu Yanheng's face and clicked his tongue: "Tsk, a bunch of foreign devils, do they really think everyone is born of their mother's sperm..." As he spoke, he shoved Lu Yanheng backward, and Lu Yanheng, caught off guard, crashed into the door, his head making a dull thud on the back, instantly feeling dizzy.
He narrowed his eyes, staring at the man who was about his height, his face already contorted dangerously, his voice cold and deep: "What do you want?"
The other person paused, then realized that Lu Yanheng was also Chinese. He looked Lu Yanheng up and down, then gave a drunken smile, leaning against the door and gesturing with his chin: "What do you think?"...Little duck.
Lu Yanheng was too lazy to waste words with him, so he grabbed the other man by the back of his collar and threw him out the door, saying in an unfriendly tone, "Get out." He was about to close the door when the other man slammed it shut and pulled it open again.
"Ha, you think I'll just leave because you tell me to? Do you think you own this hotel?" The man was clearly annoyed by Lu Yanheng's attitude and laughed angrily, "Fuck you."
This time, Lu Yanheng was truly angry. It wasn't just because of what the other person said, but because after knowing Daniel for so long, he actually thought he was the bottom and had found a top. No wonder he was so rude.
The pent-up frustration and irritability exploded in his mind under the influence of alcohol. Lu Yanheng stared at the clueless little duck in front of him and suddenly gave a cold laugh: "Say it again."
The other person straightened his back without fear, swaying as he looked at Lu Yanheng with his chin: "I was talking about you, so what? You deserve it."
A sudden force pulled him into the room, slamming the door shut.
...
After one night.
Lu Yanheng struggled to open his eyes, which were sore from holding up his eyelids. He reached out and touched a naked body.
His head was still throbbing, and he quickly recalled the chaotic night before. He sighed inwardly and lost his composure.
Lu Yanheng pondered, glancing sideways at the person beside him. As he gradually recognized the other's features, his gaze shifted from dazed to clear, then to utter shock. In an instant, his brain buzzed as if electrified, and Lu Yanheng abruptly sat up.
How could it be him?!
Shen Wei sensed the movement beside him, frowned, muttered a few foul words, and slowly opened his eyes.
After meeting Lu Yanheng's gaze, he remained silent for a full minute before letting out a curse and jumping out of bed.
"Lu Yanheng?! You motherfucker, you motherfucker..." Before he could finish speaking, Shen Wei felt a violent and subtle discomfort from his waist down. Those shameless scenes flashed before his eyes like a torrent, at double speed. Although chaotic, the image quality was very clear.
He was... he was... by Lu Yanheng...
——
If he were in a better position right now, he felt he would probably kill someone outright. But a sudden weakness crept into his legs, and he unexpectedly collapsed back onto the bed.
Lu Yanheng, on the other side, was also still reeling from the shock. With a dark expression, he hastily threw on his bathrobe, walked to the table by the window, grabbed a cigarette case, and lit one.
"Give me one too!" Shen Weiyi said, then was startled by his own hoarse voice. He cursed and raised his arm to block his eyes.
Having spent decades dominating the dating scene, when had he not always been the epitome of prowess? Even if the other party was Lu Yanheng, he should... he should... How could this be?! Damn it, this doesn't make sense!
Lu Yanheng smoked four cigarettes in a row before regaining some of his composure. He slowly exhaled the last puff of smoke, his Adam's apple bobbing as he forced himself to remain calm and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, I think there might be a misunderstanding between us."
"You're kidding me!"
"Uh..." One sentence left him speechless.
Lu Yanheng closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and took a deep breath: "Last night, my friend thought I had sexual needs, so he called some kind of service for me. Then you suddenly appeared at my room door. I was drunk and didn't recognize you. I think you were too. So we..."
"So you fucking took advantage of me in this vulnerable state?!" Shen Wei propped herself up, her eyes red as she glared at Lu Yanheng through gritted teeth, letting out a hateful laugh. "Even though I'd heard about President Lu's methods before, I still thought you were a gentleman. I never expected this... ha, so capable, truly capable!"
“I told you it was a misunderstanding,” Lu Yanheng stubbed out his cigarette. “Besides, it was indeed President Shen who appeared at my door first. Don’t you bear any responsibility?”
"Who the hell said this is your room!" Despite his discomfort, Shen Wei took the room card out of his pocket and threw it at Lu Yanheng.
Lu Yanheng took the room key, glanced at it, and parted his thin lips slightly: "Weston..." Then he looked up at Shen Wei and said indifferently, "This is the Westin."
Shen Wei: "..."
Hold!!
Last night, he was plied with drinks by a group of foreigners until he was completely drunk. After dinner, they insisted on taking him to another place to continue having fun.