The Price of Watching

Wen Chengze, as the young master of a wealthy family, naturally knew all about such things.

But matters like this had always depended on mutual consent. Even if someone had to be forcibly taken, it should have been the other party. This was the first time he had encountered someone so eager to throw herself at a man.

Whatever game these people were playing had nothing to do with him.

He only felt that the two people standing at the restroom entrance were blocking his way.

Besides, he had no desire to go over and join the spectacle. The man being called "sir" was someone he had met just yesterday, and he really did not want to see him.

Leaning sideways against the wall, he wondered whether he should go upstairs.

But...

Ahem. Though he had grown up, his tendency to get lost had not gone away. The private rooms here varied in size, and the layout was complicated. He really might not be able to find his way back.

He let out a faint sigh inwardly.

Before Wen Chengze could think any further, the man being called sir was already walking toward him, completely ignoring the woman who had recommended herself.

Wen Chengze raised a brow and instinctively took a step back.

Although this was the only way back to the private room, why did he feel like the other man was coming straight for him?

Not wanting to deal with Zhong Mohan, Wen Chengze planned to go around him and head for the restroom.

When Zhong Mohan did not stop him, he relaxed slightly.

Seeing someone suddenly appear, the woman's eyes flashed with resentment. She stamped her foot and shot Wen Chengze a vicious glare.

Wen Chengze walked toward the restroom in confusion.

He had only come to use the restroom. He had not gone over to interrupt them, so why was that woman glaring at him?

How ridiculous!

The thought made him a little irritated.

By the time he came out of the restroom again, the woman was gone. Wen Chengze slowly headed back to the private room, only to be stopped as soon as he reached the corner.

Seeing the arm blocking his path, Wen Chengze turned his head.

"Hello, Head of the Zhong Household. Why are you stopping me?" Wen Chengze looked mild and perfectly polite, but he was already gritting his teeth inwardly.

Why was this man here? Hadn't he left?

Zhong Mohan raised a brow. He had thought that after sending those things, this little fellow would definitely be furious upon seeing him again. Yet Wen Chengze was so calm and could even maintain his manners. Did he truly not care, or was it simply good upbringing?

"You watched my little show. You should at least pay an admission fee."

Wen Chengze's eyes widened. What had he just heard?!

"You must be joking, Head of the Zhong Household. I didn't see anything, and I have no interest in watching a spectacle. I only came to use the restroom. My friends are still waiting for me, so I won't keep talking with you."

Watching the little fellow's ears turn red with anger, Zhong Mohan grew thoughtful. So he did care after all; he was merely holding it in.

He had only known that this person looked beautiful in bed, irresistible and intoxicating. He had not expected him to be equally alluring in everyday life. Zhong Mohan wanted to see what he would look like when he stopped restraining himself.

If Zhong Mohan's assistant had been there, he would have known that his boss's nasty sense of humor had surfaced again.

"In front of me, I make the rules. Since you watched my little show, you have to compensate me. Come with me."

Wen Chengze frowned. Why was this man so unreasonable?

"Head of the Zhong Household."

"Shh. Outside, it's better to call me sir." Zhong Mohan lowered his head, his finger lightly resting against Wen Chengze's lips, barely a millimeter away.

Wen Chengze instinctively held his breath.

He felt that Zhong Mohan was deliberately picking a fight with him. This so-called compensation was just an excuse.

Knowing that the man would not rest until he got what he wanted, Wen Chengze did not waste his breath arguing.

"Fine."

Wen Chengze followed behind Zhong Mohan, lowering his head to send Cheng Liang and the others a message.

He had been gone for so long that he needed to let them know.

However, Wen Chengze did not tell them that he had run into Zhong Mohan.

This man's moods were unpredictable. Though they were all outstanding young people from influential families, someone like Zhong Mohan was best left alone.

Wen Chengze simply followed Zhong Mohan out of habit and did not notice that Zhong Mohan had already stopped ahead of him.

"Hiss." He ran into him without paying attention.

The slight pain at the tip of his nose brought Wen Chengze back to his senses.

"Why are you so hard?" His complaint made Zhong Mohan turn around and look at Wen Chengze rubbing his nose.

He had been about to call him delicate, only to see that Wen Chengze's nose really had turned red.

Then he thought of that night. This person could not take even a little force. His skin was white as snow, and the slightest bit of pressure would leave a red mark.

Fine. He really was delicate.

"Watch where you're going."

"You stopped without saying anything!"

As the most pampered one, Wen Chengze was absolutely not soft-natured. He had only acted weak before Zhong Mohan because he did not want to bring trouble upon his family. But on the way here, Wen Chengze had already figured it out. Zhong Mohan must have reached some sort of agreement with his father, otherwise his father would not have treated Zhong Mohan that way.

So they were now tied to the same rope. Since the Wen Household was fine for the moment, he no longer needed to be so cautious around Zhong Mohan.

Zhong Mohan had not expected that in just a few minutes, the obedient little fellow from before would suddenly show his claws.

But he did not think much of it. Those little claws could not hurt him anyway.

"You really know how to make others take the blame for you."

Wen Chengze gave a soft snort and said nothing.

"Sir, you're back."

Before the two could say anything else, the private room door opened. It was Zhong Mohan's assistant who had opened it.

Wen Chengze glanced into the room. Tsk, he did not know any of them.

But judging by their ages, they were probably all big shots. Besides, could anyone who dined with Zhong Mohan be ordinary?

Zhong Mohan's assistant was also surprised to see Wen Chengze.

What was going on?

His boss had gone out for a moment, so how had he brought back a young man?

When someone at the dining table noticed that Zhong Mohan seemed to have someone following behind him, a smile immediately appeared in his eyes. But once Wen Chengze came into view, that smile instantly vanished.

Why was he not the person he had sent over?

His gaze swept discreetly across the room. Could someone else have had the same idea as him?

He assessed Wen Chengze. If it was this person, then it was only natural that the one he had sent over had not caught Zhong Mohan's eye. This young man was a thousand times better than the one he had sent earlier. But who had sent him?

Though Wen Chengze was young, he was not someone who got stage fright. He ignored all the open and covert scrutiny from everyone in the room.

"Add a chair," Zhong Mohan ordered.

Wen Chengze sat down calmly. Seeing how neither humble nor overbearing he was, Zhong Mohan could not help but feel a little admiration.

Though he regarded this person as a little plaything, the poise Wen Chengze displayed made him see him in a higher light. As expected of a child raised by the Wen Household.

Wen Chengze took his seat openly, then lifted his eyes to look at the person opposite him.

"This gentleman has been staring at me. Do I have flowers growing on my face?" Since Zhong Mohan had dared bring him here, then he should not blame Wen Chengze for ruining this dinner.