Stepping on Landmines Everywhere

Xuan Zhe rarely took an interest in anything outside work, but Dilanda was mature and steady, an old hand no matter how one looked at it. Seeing him so eager to hand Wen Shuang his entire fortune, Xuan Zhe's curiosity was unexpectedly piqued.

Xuan Zhe strode over and sat across from them, looking as though he were saying, "Carry on. I'm just observing."

Anyone who could keep going under that kind of scrutiny would be a ghost. Even Dilanda sensed that the atmosphere was off. He turned to look at Xuan Zhe, his pale blue eyes blinking with slight innocence.

Xuan Zhe looked at Wen Shuang instead. "Why does Mr. Dilanda want to give you his watch?"

Wen Shuang was troubled too. "I just buttered him up a little, said he had good taste and bought a nice watch."

Xuan Zhe did not believe him. "That's it?"

Wen Shuang was resolute. "That's it."

After all, someone like Xuan Zhe simply did not believe in love at first sight. Any goodwill maintained on the surface always came with an ulterior motive.

Naturally, Wen Shuang did not accept the watch. Dilanda glanced at Xuan Zhe, seemed to think of something, and did not insist. People from G Country were particular about such things; exchanging two or three coats over the course of a banquet was perfectly normal. Dilanda went upstairs, and Wen Shuang immediately lost the only person he could chat with, because Xuan Zhe had left faster than anyone else, as if Wen Shuang were some kind of pathogen.

Wen Shuang had no intention of following him. He generally only did shameless things once. Since Xuan Zhe did not want to shelter him, then so be it.

Trouble did indeed come quickly. The first to swagger up to Wen Shuang was a rich young master in his early twenties. He wore a sharp black suit, and every inch of his expression dripped with disdain and arrogance. Wen Shuang quickly matched him to the original owner's memories. He only remembered that the man's surname was Li, but he was not one of the fish in the pond. Most likely, he had come to vent his brother's anger. The original owner had fooled this Young Master Li's brother terribly; it would not have been an exaggeration to say he had ruined the man's first love. To mend his broken heart, the man had gone far away.

As the saying went, brothers were like limbs, while lovers were like clothes. Besides, in their eyes, Wen Shuang was still a tattered old rag, full of holes and too ugly to look at.

"What, latched onto President Xuan again?" Young Master Li snorted, sizing Wen Shuang up like cheap merchandise. "Honestly, I still don't get it. Is there something magical about your ass?"

The implication was that Wen Shuang sold himself.

Wen Shuang smiled shyly. "Maybe because it's perky."

"You!" Young Master Li had not expected Wen Shuang to be so shameless. The occasion was important, and his upbringing did not allow him to say anything too extreme. He could only brace one hand against the table and lower his voice. "Don't get cocky! Who do you think Xuan Zhe is? Is he someone you can cling to? Don't end up dead without even knowing how!"

Wen Shuang did not take the bait. "I choose to die of old age."

Young Master Li swept off in a huff, and Young Master Zhang came right after him. Wen Shuang took a sip of water and lifted his chin, signaling for him to begin.

Young Master Zhang did not disappoint, though his approach differed from the previous man's. He was a tall, burly man, yet he somehow squeezed a few traces of melancholy into his features. With one hand in his pocket, he exuded a gloomy air that clashed intensely with his appearance. Wen Shuang did not even have time to rub the goosebumps from his arms before searching through his memories.

Damn it, no record of this guy.

Maybe the original owner had not even considered him worth a meal ticket.

What was he supposed to do? Forget it. He would see what move the other man made.

"After leaving me, you found so many more people and climbed upward step by step, all for President Xuan?" Young Master Zhang's gaze was full of bitterness.

Wen Shuang instinctively felt that if he said, "There's nothing between President Xuan and me," the ashes in this man's eyes would immediately burst into sparks. He was good at reading people and knew how to prescribe the right remedy. Licking his lips, he replied in an equally bitter, melancholy tone, "President Xuan is truly wonderful."

Sure enough, Young Master Zhang's expression shifted slightly, and sorrow flickered in his eyes. "Do you like him that much?"

This guy definitely read a lot of angsty youth novels. Otherwise, no ordinary person's train of thought could jump straight to that conclusion.

After weighing it briefly, and also to get rid of the man once and for all, Wen Shuang nodded. "Yes, I like him very much. We are completely over. Take care of yourself."

Young Master Zhang raised his head and took a deep breath. It was as though he stood beneath dark clouds and pouring rain, utterly out of sync with everyone else.

At last, Young Master Zhang turned his head. He seemed to have something more to say, but suddenly his pupils trembled. Most of his melancholy aura shattered, and after hastily tossing out a "I wish you happiness," he strode away.

"Wow! He got over it fast." Wen Shuang quietly teased, "What an idiot. He believed everything I said."

Cao Nanyu, standing behind him: "..."

Cao Nanyu did not even dare look at Xuan Zhe's expression beside him. He also could not believe he had misjudged Wen Shuang. Judging from what Wen Shuang had just said, he had admitted to falling for everyone he met, then treated President Xuan as his ultimate goal.

Other than calling him unbelievably stubborn, Cao Nanyu could not think of any other words. President Xuan hated being schemed against most in his life. He could already imagine how miserable Wen Shuang's end would be.

But then Wen Shuang spoke with a smile in his voice, as if telling a joke. "What normal person would like Xuan Zhe?"

Cold, arrogant, and ridiculously picky, with all the bad habits bred by wealth.

Cao Nanyu: "..." His head was really made of iron!

Who knew Xuan Zhe would take two steps forward with the air of someone humbly seeking advice? "May I ask why normal people cannot like me?"

A deep voice suddenly exploded beside his ear. It sounded pleasant, but it might as well have been a death warrant. Wen Shuang jolted and sprang to his feet. Xuan Zhe was bent over, and in his panic, before either could react, Wen Shuang's head slammed into Xuan Zhe's chin. Two muffled groans sounded.

"Ah!"

"Mm..."

Cao Nanyu: "..."

"No..." Wen Shuang clutched his head. His fierce desire to survive made him endure the pain and finish his sentence. "Ordinary people naturally are not worthy of liking President Xuan. It has to be a top-tier talented man or beautiful woman!" Tears flew from the pain, and his tone was particularly gritted, without the slightest hint of flattery.

Xuan Zhe shut his eyes hard. As expected of the man with the strongest self-control in the novel, he supported himself against the table and forcibly endured it.

When Xuan Zhe opened his eyes again, he looked at Wen Shuang with an utterly calm gaze, dark and fathomless, as though the person before him were already dead.

"President Xuan!" Wen Shuang was intimidated by that look. He instinctively hugged his arms, as though his chastity had been violated, and shouted even louder than before, "Don't!"

Don't hit me!

Everyone: "..." Even President Xuan could be so impatient?

That made no sense.

What handsome men and beautiful women had President Xuan not seen?

Xuan Zhe: "..." He swore that this was the first time in his life he had ever felt the urge to strangle someone.

In the silence, a hero descended from the heavens. More precisely, it was a drunkard. He staggered, suddenly fell over, and crashed into the wine table beside Wen Shuang. Glasses clattered to the floor, and everyone nearby retreated with looks of disgust, including the severely germophobic Xuan Zhe. Only Wen Shuang's eyes filled with tears, his heart brimming with gratitude.

Brother, although your entrance was a little embarrassing, you look incredibly handsome to me!

Amid the mockery, Wen Shuang extended his small hand of friendship. The other man raised his head with a confused expression. Once he saw Wen Shuang's face clearly, his dejection vanished. Shock turned to disgust, and he fiercely slapped Wen Shuang's hand away. "Get lost! Crocodile tears!"

Wen Shuang: "..." He had stepped on a landmine even here.