You're Pursuing Me

Xuan Zhe thought perhaps his warning hadn't been clear enough. Otherwise, why were there still blind fools provoking Wen Shuang again and again after he'd emphasized several times that Wen Shuang was his?

Zhao Tuo struggled to climb up from the ground. This time, he recognized Xuan Zhe. Clutching his stomach with a gloomy expression, he could only compromise helplessly. "President Xuan..."

"Did following Tang Weisheng teach you how to bite people?" Xuan Zhe asked. Then his expression turned cold by degrees, carrying a biting ruthlessness. "Have I ever told you that whenever I'm around, he and dogs like you should get the hell out of my sight?"

Wen Shuang shuddered instinctively. Xuan Zhe was genuinely terrifying when angry. At the same time, the name "Tang Weisheng" sounded somewhat familiar. Something stirred in his heart, something suppressed struggling to surface, but he couldn't remember it for the moment.

Wariness flashed through Zhao Tuo's eyes. He gave a slight bow. "I'll leave at once, President Xuan." With that, he quickly got into his car. The entire movement was smooth and fluid, and he vanished from Wen Shuang's sight in a flash.

"Wow!" Wen Shuang exclaimed. "Faster than a rabbit."

The ghostly fire in Xuan Zhe's heart had only just begun to rise before Wen Shuang's words snuffed it out with a puff. He stared at Wen Shuang for a moment, then suddenly asked, "You can fight too?"

"If I'm pushed too far, I fight." Wen Shuang looked a little embarrassed. "Sorry, President Xuan. Did I cause you trouble?"

"With your half-baked skills, you can't cause me much trouble." Xuan Zhe pulled out a faint smile. "All right. Come inside with me."

Wen Shuang looked at Xuan Zhe's back, then suddenly hurried after him. Standing shoulder to shoulder with the man, he asked a remarkably bold question. "President Xuan, are you standing up for me?"

Xuan Zhe looked at Wen Shuang in surprise. Isn't this the time you call me your golden thigh?

But Wen Shuang misunderstood. Just as he was about to say, "It's fine, I was joking," Xuan Zhe replied, "I thought you'd figured that out long ago."

Mm... mm?!

Holy shit!!!

Wen Shuang froze in place. Imagining those words himself and hearing them spoken from Xuan Zhe's mouth were entirely different things. He was so happy his soul nearly floated away. His entire body felt light, as though many of the boulders that had weighed on him since his arrival had suddenly vanished. With one push of his feet, he felt like he could fly!

Xuan Zhe! If the original novel's male lead hadn't been the author's favorite, he wouldn't have been qualified to compare with this man, who stood at the pinnacle in every regard. And Wen Shuang had now realized that while he was often tripped up by the trouble caused by the original owner of this body, Xuan Zhe had always been helping him, deliberately or otherwise. It gave Wen Shuang a bold guess: perhaps Xuan Zhe was not influenced by this world's will.

The security guards at the entrance immediately stepped aside in unison when they saw Xuan Zhe. Black cards? Invitations? He didn't need any of that. This was the legendary face pass!

Borrowing Xuan Zhe's authority, Wen Shuang swaggered along behind him.

"This..." Li Junshan, seated in the car, was dumbfounded. He anxiously wanted to ask Jiang Suqing, but his gaze simply could not tear itself away from the two figures. So he twisted his neck into an absurd angle, trying to turn his mouth toward Jiang Suqing. "Mr. Jiang, does this count as a hero flying into a rage for his beauty?"

Are you blind? Jiang Suqing thought. It was so obvious, yet he didn't want to say a single word. All that remained in his chest was a ball of frustration with nowhere to vent. Wen Shuang really was something. Before he could even react, both his childhood friend and his younger brother had taken Wen Shuang's side. What kind of bullshit was this?

Jiang Suqing's father was strong and healthy and still ran the company, which gave Jiang Suqing plenty of time to dabble in other things. The baijiu fund had been performing well lately, and Jiang Suqing naturally wanted in. Lei Wenxu had long wanted to get acquainted with him, so the two hit it off and went out for a meal, growing much closer. Then they planned to come here for some fun. Jiang Suqing knew Xuan Zhe would be coming too. People of their status would have no shortage of others gathering around them even if they came alone. Xuan Zhe had always been a lone wolf, so who could have expected him to bring Wen Shuang today?

When Jiang Suqing first saw Wen Shuang from the car, he never imagined Wen Shuang would be Xuan Zhe's companion.

Xuan Zhe had several business partners to meet. Everyone was gathered in the hall on the twelfth floor, and they were all slightly startled to see someone following President Xuan.

Xuan Zhe didn't think much of it. After exchanging a few pleasantries with everyone, he tilted his head slightly and told Wen Shuang, "If it gets too noisy, find somewhere quiet to stay. Help yourself to the pastries."

"Okay." Wen Shuang nodded obediently.

Seeing President Xuan speak to the young man so intimately, everyone immediately revealed knowing expressions.

Xuan Zhe stood in the center exchanging drinks with several people, while Wen Shuang found an unoccupied spot to eat. The food here was exquisite, with an emphasis on serving it fresh and hot, so the taste was exceptional. Wen Shuang was good at cooking, but he truly knew little about pastries.

It happened to be mealtime, and his stomach growled right on schedule. Wen Shuang ate to his heart's content. He had to admit that staying by Xuan Zhe's side was different. He didn't have to be on edge, and he could fill his stomach. Xuan Zhe spared him a glance and saw the "little quail" with both cheeks stuffed full, eating with delight. His lips curved up.

"Why is President Xuan with that person?" The abrupt question instantly shattered the superficial peaceful atmosphere.

The surroundings fell silent, and everyone held their breath.

Xuan Zhe lifted his eyes and saw Qin Mosheng. Wen Shuang had once harassed this man. At the time, Qin Mosheng's wife had been pregnant. Wen Shuang had somehow gotten hold of her number and provoked her repeatedly. A delicate young mistress like her had never suffered such humiliation, and she immediately became emotionally unstable and was sent to the hospital by her family. Naturally, Qin Mosheng could not stand the sight of Wen Shuang. Put simply, if the person who had brought Wen Shuang in today had not been Xuan Zhe, Qin Mosheng would have made sure the bastard came in standing and left lying down.

"What about it?" Xuan Zhe asked in return.

A fierce struggle flashed across Qin Mosheng's face. His hand tightened around his wineglass, but in the end, he couldn't hold back. "You clearly know..."

"I don't know," Xuan Zhe said.

At that point, Qin Mosheng knew there was no point continuing. He took a deep breath, gave a slight nod, and said, "All right. Please continue. My apologies for the interruption."

Only after Qin Mosheng stormed off did everyone realize that President Xuan intended to protect Wen Shuang. His stance was perfectly clear.

What else was he supposed to do but protect him? Xuan Zhe thought. The boy was a foolish little thing. He looked like he would lower his head and beg for mercy, but his bones were hard as steel. Just moments ago, when Wen Shuang had fought Zhao Tuo, Xuan Zhe had clearly seen a willingness to perish together in him. If this little quail was pushed too far, he would risk his own life just to fight the other person to the bitter end.

That was true. Wen Shuang's grandfather had instilled a deeply rooted belief in him: a gentleman had things he should do and things he should not. When someone trampled his bottom line, there was no need to hesitate. Flipping the table and smashing the bowls could also be a kind of integrity.

"Xuan Zhe took Wen Shuang around like that. From now on, everyone will know Wen Shuang is his." Jiang Suqing drank sullenly upstairs. After speaking, he clinked glasses with Lei Wenxu, utterly melancholy.

Lei Wenxu was very quiet. Every bad impression he had of Wen Shuang came from Li Junshan's descriptions, yet from their first encounter until now, he hadn't found the slightest thing wrong with him. Had Wen Shuang hidden it too well? Or had Junshan misunderstood something?

Xuan Zhe had drunk quite a bit. When Wen Shuang saw him lightly brace himself against the edge of the table, he immediately got up and went over.

"President Xuan," Wen Shuang said softly. "Stop drinking."

Xuan Zhe looked at the hand tugging at the corner of his clothes. Under the stimulation of alcohol, his powerful reason and defenses loosened slightly. He had originally planned to make another round, because even power that covered the sky had to be built up inch by inch. Some social engagements were unavoidable. If Cao Nanyu were here, he wouldn't tell him to drink less. He would simply step in and take over when he saw Xuan Zhe wasn't doing well. Xuan Zhe set his wineglass on a nearby table and raised a brow. "Will you drink for me?"

The gesture looked incredibly handsome when he did it. Wen Shuang's eyes were nearly dazzled. He looked everywhere but at Xuan Zhe and nodded muddleheadedly. "Mm, I'll drink."

"Drink my ass," Xuan Zhe said in a low voice. "Help me over there to rest for a while."

Wen Shuang immediately did as told.

At events like this, aside from people like Xuan Zhe who held the initiative in business negotiations, the companions they brought also competed in beauty and charm. Everyone had something they clearly sought. Beneath the intimate, prosperous facade lay a cold, mutually beneficial exchange. But the atmosphere around Xuan Zhe had suddenly changed completely.

Wen Shuang asked a waiter for a cup of honey water, then took several pastries he thought were especially good. He tested the temperature of the water first before handing it to Xuan Zhe. Seeing him drink, he visibly relaxed. "These are all really delicious. Have some to line your stomach." Then he leaned closer to inspect Xuan Zhe's complexion. "Do you feel any better?"

Xuan Zhe was a little dizzy, but definitely not drunk. One reason he had called Wen Shuang over when Cao Nanyu wasn't around was that the young man wouldn't harbor any crooked intentions and could take him home. But now Xuan Zhe was somewhat uncertain. If Wen Shuang truly had no ulterior motives, why did he keep flirting with him?

"Much better." Xuan Zhe's voice was low and deep, making the roots of Wen Shuang's ears burn and itch again. A golden thigh really is different. He just throws out pheromones without even trying.

Jiang Suqing sat above and saw everything clearly. He took a hard gulp of wine. What an eyesore!

By the time the gathering ended, it was already six in the evening. A group of people putting on refined airs tried to keep Xuan Zhe there, clearly intending to find another place to keep partying. Xuan Zhe shook his head and drank three penalty cups. He had given them all the face they deserved, so he left with Wen Shuang.

Xuan Zhe was in no condition to drive. Wen Shuang helped him into the passenger seat, then went to fasten his seat belt. The new car sat high off the ground, so Wen Shuang had to rise slightly onto his toes. They were extremely close, the young man's fair neck right by Xuan Zhe's mouth. The light coated it with an indescribable allure. Xuan Zhe had seen countless beauties, but none had ever made him crave as greedily as this one. The calmer he appeared, the more something inside him grew wildly, spreading across the sky and earth as it clung tightly to the walls and fortress of his heart.

Xuan Zhe would not be defeated, but he could be ensnared.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze abruptly deepened.

In the silence, Xuan Zhe suddenly said something. Wen Shuang clicked the seat belt into place, stepped back, straightened up, and stared blankly at Xuan Zhe. What the man had said was clearly in G Country's language. Translated, it meant: I'm pursuing him.

Who was pursuing whom?

Wen Shuang's heart skipped a beat, then began racing uncontrollably. There was no other reason. Xuan Zhe was watching him with a smile, one button of his collar undone, the entire scene unbearably sensual.

"President... President Xuan?" Wen Shuang stammered.

"What you told Dilanda." Xuan Zhe threw him a straight ball. "You said you were pursuing me."

Wen Shuang: "???"