Believe Him

After having the call hung up on him, Li Junshan was still a little dazed. What the hell... what was that about? Why was Xuan Zhe speaking up for Wen Shuang?

When he turned around, he saw Wen Shuang still holding the bottle, clearly planning to take another swig. Li Junshan hurriedly stopped him. "Enough, enough! Stop drinking!"

How annoying! Maybe it was just a man's pride at work? Wen Shuang was Power One's employee now, and Xuan Zhe was even helping Dilanda keep an eye on him. It really was inappropriate for Li Junshan to pick a fight out of nowhere. With that thought, he felt somewhat reassured. Maybe once Xuan Zhe was done with him, he'd kick him aside. Just someone like... Li Junshan gave a cold snort, only to meet Wen Shuang's bewildered, flickering eyes. It was as though a river of stars lay veiled behind a thin mist. The young man's expression was clean and faintly innocent as he softly went, "Hm?"

Li Junshan: "..."

Everyone knew Young Master Li loved beauties, and Li Junshan had seen countless of them, yet he rarely encountered someone like this. He clearly wasn't seductive, but every gesture and expression stabbed straight into one's heart.

Li Junshan took a deep breath and silently recited, Fake! It's all fucking fake!

Lei Wenxu found it rather amusing. Li Junshan had been like a firecracker since childhood, exploding wherever he went. It was rare to see him get shut down and keep quiet.

With one press of the accelerator, Cao Nanyu reached the restaurant in twenty minutes. A waiter led them straight to the private room. He had originally planned to knock, but Xuan Zhe's mood was clearly poor, so he pushed the door open directly. Inside the spacious room, Li Junshan and Lei Wenxu sat close together. They looked calm, but seemed to have been startled by something. Meanwhile, Wen Shuang sat in a chair clutching a bottle of liquor, sobbing.

Sobbing?!

Xuan Zhe's expression cooled. He strode forward, stared at Wen Shuang covering his face for a moment, then looked up at Li Junshan. "Did you hit him?"

"No!" Li Junshan defended himself vigorously. "I just wouldn't let him drink, then he started whimpering. How could I possibly hit him?"

Lei Wenxu nodded. "That's how it happened."

Li Junshan chose his opponents even when fighting. With Wen Shuang's thin, frail frame, one punch might make him disappear altogether.

Xuan Zhe narrowed his eyes and suddenly slapped away Wen Shuang's hand covering his face. Crying his ass off—there wasn't a single tear.

But he really was drunk. Wen Shuang had no idea what he was doing. He had suddenly felt sad, but he wasn't the sort to cry and whine whenever something happened, so he could only howl a couple of times to get it out of his system. Seeing someone standing in front of him, giving off a crisp, pleasant, vaguely familiar scent, he instinctively got to his feet and walked toward him. But his legs were limp as noodles, and with one stumble, he fell straight into the newcomer's arms.

They were warm and broad, giving him an overwhelming sense of safety.

Wen Shuang treated Xuan Zhe like a body pillow and obediently rubbed against him.

Xuan Zhe: "..."

Beside them, Cao Nanyu's pupils shook violently! Kid, did you know what you would be facing when you woke up?

"Make yourselves at home." Xuan Zhe's voice was two shades deeper than usual. With everyone watching, he did not push Wen Shuang away. Instead, he wrapped an arm around him and effortlessly led him out.

Wen Shuang was fairly quiet when drunk, just a little... clingy. He refused to let go of Xuan Zhe's waist. In his dreams, he had latched onto a golden thigh, and the rules and laws of this world could no longer touch him. He could swagger around sideways, arrogant beyond measure!

"Let go!" Xuan Zhe tugged at him twice without success. Wen Shuang only clung tighter. He was about to lose his temper when he caught sight of the young man's shirt, which had ridden up from all the rubbing. A little lower was a small stretch of pale white waist. There was no obvious muscle definition, but it looked incredibly soft to the touch. Xuan Zhe could not help recalling how it had felt when this person had fallen into his arms earlier. It was bold, yet he was not angry. Even after drinking, Wen Shuang could not conceal his clean, cozy scent. It was like floral laundry detergent thoroughly warmed beneath the sun, without any unnecessary embellishment.

Cao Nanyu was trembling with fear. Seeing President Xuan's face dark as soot, he cautiously asked while turning at the next intersection, "President Xuan... should we take him to the company?"

"Does the company have a bed?" Xuan Zhe asked coldly.

Cao Nanyu quickly shut up.

After a moment, Xuan Zhe said in a low voice, "Take us to my place."

Cao Nanyu: "?"

Xuan Zhe lowered his head and stared coldly at the head nestled against his chest, every inch a great demon king. "Tomorrow, when he wakes up, I'd like to see how this bastard explains himself to me."

Cao Nanyu: "..." Wen Shuang, take care of yourself.

The car stopped outside Clear Day Manor. It sat high above the city, offering a full view of its night lights. Xuan Zhe had bought it five years ago, when every inch of land here was worth a fortune.

Cao Nanyu had originally wanted to help, but Wen Shuang ignored him completely. So Assistant Cao watched helplessly as Xuan Zhe, stiff in posture, practically dragged the man through the front door. This was the first time in Cao Nanyu's memory that President Xuan looked even slightly disheveled.

The moment they entered the foyer, Xuan Zhe forcibly peeled this human bandage off himself. Wen Shuang smacked his lips in dissatisfaction, turned onto his side on the cold tiles, and soon curled into a ball.

It was a posture belonging to someone terribly lacking in security.

Xuan Zhe thought he had to be pretending, but he did not look like he was.

"Get up. Go sleep in bed." Xuan Zhe nudged the person on the floor.

Wen Shuang only curled up tighter, his lashes trembling lightly. "Don't hit me..." Countless ferocious faces surfaced in his dream, each holding a weapon. They were all people the original owner had hurt. They did not listen to his explanations, only brandished their blades and lunged at him.

Xuan Zhe stared at him for a long time. Honestly, he simply could not connect this person with the notorious image from the rumors. The floor grew cold at night. Expressionless, Xuan Zhe bent down and picked him up.

He was quite light. Xuan Zhe frowned slightly, wondering where the two bowls of rice Wen Shuang ate every meal had gone.

Wen Shuang slept in the guest room. The instant he sank into the covers, he became completely unconscious. He did not truly wake until the next morning. His hangover was terrible; as soon as he opened his eyes, the world spun and his head felt like it was splitting apart. That was not even the worst part. After sitting upright, he pitched forward and slammed his head directly into the decorative wooden carving at the foot of the bed. His vision went black, and he wished he could sleep another dozen hours.

The unfamiliar environment made Wen Shuang uneasy. He staggered toward the door, and the moment he pulled it open, he ran into Xuan Zhe, who had just returned from working out. A thin layer of sweat covered Xuan Zhe from his neck down to his abdomen. His Adonis belt was far beyond merely beautiful. He wore only a white shirt, its buttons still undone, giving Wen Shuang quite the feast for his eyes.

Wen Shuang shamelessly devoured the sight with his eyes. Seeing that it was Xuan Zhe, he relaxed, and his expression became what it ought to be: clutching his head with tears in his eyes, not from grievance, but pain.

Xuan Zhe froze slightly. How should he put it? It was like a prickly little creature, wary all over, suddenly relaxing and baring its soft belly to him.

Xuan Zhe's feelings were somewhat complicated. Wen Shuang had said he trusted him. And indeed, he truly did trust him, at least a little.

"Why are you holding your head?" Xuan Zhe asked, seeing both his hands cradling it.

"I hit it." Wen Shuang did not think much of it. He lowered his hands, revealing a patch of bright red at his left temple. He bruised easily, and it looked rather alarming.

Xuan Zhe: "..." What a talent.