Wife, You Can't Knock Me Flying with One Punch

Xu Yanche took his phone and headed out.

He hailed a taxi and went to Imperial Capital Bar.

Half an hour later, Xu Yanche arrived at Imperial Capital Bar.

He asked the driver to wait there for a while, saying he would go inside to pick someone up and come right back out.

The driver agreed.

Xu Yanche told the receptionist that he was looking for someone in room 888.

The young receptionist smiled as soon as she heard that. "Are you Mr. Xu?"

Xu Yanche nodded with deliberate aloofness. "Mm."

The receptionist had a waiter lead Xu Yanche to room 888.

Xu Yanche followed him into the elevator, secretly delighted. The service at an upscale bar really is thoughtful.

Even the decor looked high-end.

He felt like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, looking left and right.

The elevator arrived on the eighth floor.

The waiter led Xu Yanche to the door of room 888.

"Mr. Xu, President He is waiting for you inside."

Xu Yanche: "???"

What the hell?

He pushed open the door and walked in.

The lights inside were on.

Like an abandoned puppy, He Qing was sitting on the floor.

He leaned against the sofa.

Hearing the sound, he looked up at Xu Yanche.

His hair covered his brows, and his eyes were slightly unfocused.

He looked incredibly alluring.

His cheeks were a little flushed from drinking.

Damn, how was this guy even more seductive drunk than sober? I really want to pin him down and ravage him properly.

Hearing Xu Yanche's inner thoughts, He Qing got to his feet and staggered toward him.

"Yanyan, did you come to take me home?"

As he spoke, he wrapped his arms around Xu Yanche's waist and buried his head against Xu Yanche's shoulder.

Most of his weight was pressed onto Xu Yanche.

Xu Yanche immediately smacked He Qing on the head. "Fuck, stand properly. Are you trying to crush me to death?"

Drunk, He Qing was a little dazed. He looked at Xu Yanche aggrievedly. "I wasn't. You wronged me, and you dislike me too. I'm not talking to you anymore. But if you coax me, I'll forgive you."

Xu Yanche instantly felt that deciding to pick He Qing up had been idiotic. He should have let him sleep alone at the hotel tonight.

He put on an angry expression as he looked at He Qing. "Are you leaving or not? If not, stay here by yourself."

Oh, listen to him—coax me and I won't be mad anymore. Coax my ass. I've only ever beaten people up; I've never coaxed anyone. You're almost thirty and still acting like an elementary school kid. So childish.

Hearing Xu Yanche's thoughts, He Qing felt even more wronged.

Xu Yanche made a show of turning to leave the private room.

Seeing Xu Yanche turn around and leave just like that, He Qing thought Xu Yanche was abandoning him.

He hurried after him.

Maybe alcohol gave courage to the timid.

He reached out and took Xu Yanche's hand.

He slipped his fingers between Xu Yanche's, interlocking them.

Seeing He Qing like that, Xu Yanche's lips curled into a triumphant smile.

Heh heh heh, little brat, you thought I couldn't handle you? Your dad will always be your dad. I didn't even have to do anything, and you already coaxed yourself.

Hearing Xu Yanche's thoughts, He Qing frowned in dissatisfaction.

With a serious expression, he said, "You're my wife."

Xu Yanche nodded. "I know."

He adapted to his new identity quickly. Besides, this identity came with plenty of money.

Did drinking make He Qing stupid? What kind of idiotic question was that?

Forget it, forget it. Considering how much money he transferred to me, I'll treat it like I'm coaxing a child. I hope he behaves well when he's drunk, or I'll punch him flying.

The moment he finished thinking that, He Qing leaned close to his ear and said in an "incomparably arrogant" tone, "Wife, you can't knock me flying with one punch. I know a little martial arts."

Xu Yanche: "..."

He turned and looked at He Qing with an indescribable expression.

He grabbed the back of He Qing's neck, lowering his voice with heavy menace. "Are you threatening me?"

He Qing: "??"

"No. I'm just telling you the truth."

Xu Yanche's face darkened.

He withdrew his hand and shoved He Qing back into the private room.

He Qing tried to get out, but Xu Yanche swiftly shut the door. "Heh, I hate being threatened more than anything. Stay in there, Your Highness."

He Qing tried to open the door, but Xu Yanche was gripping the handle tightly from outside, and he could not pull it open at all.

He Qing was so anxious he was almost crying.

"Yanyan, it's not like that. I was talking nonsense. Yanyan, I want to go home with you."

The four people hiding nearby were dumbfounded.

Zhan Yushan said, "Old He's got guts. He's dancing wildly on the edge of death. He really dares to say anything when he's drunk."

Yang Huaichuan clicked his tongue in amazement. "Looks like Old He really is henpecked. He's completely different sober and drunk. We probably shouldn't invite Old He to drinking parties anymore..."

Zhou Jinsu, meanwhile, examined Xu Yanche seriously. "He's promising."

Ling Xu looked at Zhou Jinsu.

He reached out and grabbed Zhou Jinsu's wrist.

Then he led him downstairs.

The other two merely assumed they were hurrying back to rest. After all, one was a cop and the other an award-winning actor, so they were usually busy.

It never occurred to them to think in any other direction.

Ling Xu took Zhou Jinsu to the underground parking garage.

He opened the car door and stuffed him inside.

Zhou Jinsu was already used to this.

He fastened his seat belt.

"Captain Ling, are you trafficking people now?"

Ling Xu got into the driver's seat, leaned over, lifted Zhou Jinsu's chin, and kissed him fiercely.

Five minutes later, he released Zhou Jinsu, who was slightly dazed from the kiss.

Thinking that Zhou Jinsu had been thoroughly kissed senseless and that now was the best time to propose, he took a small velvet box from his pocket. Inside was a silver ring.

The ring's design was simple.

His name's initials were engraved on the inner side.

He looked at Zhou Jinsu nervously. "A-Jin, will you marry me?"

Zhou Jinsu's muddled thoughts cleared all at once.

He straightened his clothes, looked at Ling Xu, and spoke with utter coldness. "No. I've told you countless times before. That's it. Don't think about becoming lovers or husbands. It's impossible."

Ling Xu looked somewhat dejected.

"Why?"

Why did Zhou Jinsu refuse him every time, yet still do the things lovers did with him?

He had asked to date Zhou Jinsu dozens of times, but Zhou Jinsu had mercilessly rejected him every time.

Even his proposals were the same. This was his tenth proposal, and he had still been rejected.

At first, he thought the rings he had prepared were not to Zhou Jinsu's liking.

Later, he deliberately changed the ring styles many times, but all of them were rejected.

He could not understand why Zhou Jinsu would not agree to be with him.

They had clearly done everything they should and should not have done.

Clearly, one second Zhou Jinsu would still be utterly lost in desire with him, but the instant he brought up those matters, Zhou Jinsu would become clear-headed and cold the next second.

Zhou Jinsu looked out the window and said ruthlessly, "If you're unwilling, then let's not see each other anymore. There's no need to maintain this kind of relationship either."

When Zhou Jinsu graduated from college at twenty, he had already understood that between personal love and the greater good, Ling Xu would always choose the greater good.

On Zhou Jinsu's twentieth birthday, Ling Xu had promised to stay with him.

But when Ling Xu saw the message in the group chat, he picked up his clothes and left without hesitation.

Yet that case clearly did not require him at all. He had only been an intern police officer, it was after work, and he had been so far from the crime scene. Zhou Jinsu had not even blown out the candles yet.

He had clearly planned to say yes that time and become Ling Xu's boyfriend, but Ling Xu left.

It was the same many times afterward. After being abandoned so often, he no longer held any expectations in his heart.

He did not blame Ling Xu. Everyone had the right to pursue their dreams, and he did not want to become an obstacle in Ling Xu's path.

So he let them continue in this ambiguous state.

He had originally thought Ling Xu would give up within a few years. But he had not expected him to persist for seven years without giving up.

Zhou Jinsu looked coldly at Ling Xu. "Captain Ling, we should part ways from now on."

Ling Xu lowered his eyes, concealing the emotions in them.

After a long while, he put the ring away. "No. Can you come to my place tonight?"

Zhou Jinsu took out his phone and checked the work schedule his manager had sent him.

"No. Please take me back to my own villa, thank you. If you don't know the way, I'll have my manager pick me up."

Bitterness filled Ling Xu's throat. He did not understand how the two of them had reached this point. They clearly had not been like this before.