Do You Want to Come Home with Me?

When Zhong Mohan said to continue, naturally no one dared to tease him anymore.

But it was hard to say whether Zhong Mohan had bad luck, or Wen Chengze did.

In the next few rounds, either Wen Chengze lost or Zhong Mohan lost, and in the end, every drink went to Zhong Mohan.

Wen Chengze rested his chin on one hand, his eyes curved with amusement as he looked provocatively at Zhong Mohan. "Best Actor Zhong, shall we continue?"

He clearly knew the kid was up to no good, yet for some reason, Zhong Mohan was not angry at all. In fact, seeing that provocative look in the kid's eyes made him feel a little heated.

Zhong Mohan wanted to continue, but everyone else had chickened out.

Although Zhong Mohan was treating them, if all that alcohol ended up in his stomach, once he sobered up, they would definitely be in trouble!

They absolutely could not keep drinking.

Still, after those few rounds of games, everyone had grown closer.

Wen Chengze had also figured out who Zhong Mohan's friends were.

All he could say was that those who got along with a crown prince were bound to be crown princes themselves.

Lu Wen was probably from the south. Wen Chengze did not know whether that was actually true, but among southern Lus who could have ties to Zhong Mohan, there was only one household: the Lu Household, which handled transportation and practically controlled every major transport industry by sea, land, and air—a super Aristocratic Clan.

That Lineage might not necessarily have been especially powerful, but if you offended them, holding up your goods would be the simplest thing in the world.

Chen Zheyuan was likely the young master of the world's largest jewelry supplier. He looked quiet, but according to Wen Chengze's understanding, this young master should have been the Chen Household's true current leader. He had an elder sister and a second brother above him, but they seemed to be mere puppets.

As for the other two, Wen Chengze truly could not place them. Especially Yu Zixu, whom he had teased earlier—this man looked even less serious than Lu Wen, yet after an entire drinking party, he had revealed nothing at all. Instead, he had been the one who got the most information out of others.

Then there was Xia Xi. He appeared gentle and easygoing, with a warm, pleasant air about him, but Wen Chengze did not believe anyone who got along so well with Zhong Mohan could be a simple character.

Yet the person Wen Chengze found most troublesome was actually the man seated beside him.

Since he intended to return to the country and involve himself in domestic affairs, he had naturally made thorough preparations. He was confident that he had investigated the Zhong Household from top to bottom.

He had looked into Zhong Mohan in particular and uncovered plenty, but the information he had found had not mentioned his relationships with these people at all.

Wen Chengze withdrew his gaze and silently raised Zhong Mohan's danger rating by several levels.

Zhong Mohan, who had been watching Wen Chengze closely the entire time, naturally caught that fleeting shift in his mood.

What was wrong? Was he tired?

Glancing at his watch from the corner of his eye, he saw that it was already ten thirty. It was indeed rather late.

"Let's call it a night. We can meet again when we have time."

Among this group, Zhong Mohan held absolute authority.

As they headed out, Zhong Mohan deliberately stayed beside Wen Chengze. The others noticed that Zhong Mohan seemed to have something to say to Wen Chengze, so they steered the few innocent youngsters away and strode ahead.

Yet Wen Chengze, looking at Zhong Mohan walking beside him, did not take the initiative to speak.

Wasn't the man beside him the one who had something to say?

Zhong Mohan did not know why, but ever since that night, he had found himself thinking of Wen Chengze from time to time. It was fine when they did not see each other, but whenever he did see him, he wanted nothing more than to keep his eyes on Wen Chengze.

Tonight's encounter had not been a coincidence either. He had spotted Wen Chengze upstairs, and when he saw someone acting intimately with him, he could not help going downstairs to find him.

This whole series of events was far too abnormal.

Zhong Mohan did not actually have anything he wanted to say to Wen Chengze. He simply wanted to walk with him. But now that Wen Chengze was clearly waiting for him to speak, he suddenly had no idea what to do.

When they reached the entrance of the club, Zhong Mohan suddenly said, "Do you want to come home with me?"

The moment he said it, Zhong Mohan froze.

What the hell had he just said?

He had not made much of an impression on Wen Chengze to begin with, and now he was making such a grand invitation to bring him home?

Had all his breeding and experience gone to the dogs?

Wen Chengze was not angry. He was merely a little surprised.

What did Zhong Mohan want to discuss that required going home to talk about it so seriously?

In Wen Chengze's view, home was a very private place, a person's absolute domain. Only at home was one truly safe.

Anything discussed at home had to be extremely important.

He assumed Zhong Mohan wanted to discuss cooperation between the Zhong Household and the Wen Household, so after thinking for three seconds, he nodded in agreement. "Sure."

In that instant, Zhong Mohan was ecstatic. The kid had agreed to go home with him!

Rounded up, that meant he was not angry with him. Rounded up again, that meant they were good friends who could visit each other's homes.

Completely unaware of the nonsense running through Zhong Mohan's mind, Wen Chengze was only considering whether any of the major households had made significant moves lately.

Anything Zhong Mohan treated so seriously could not possibly be a trivial matter.

After they came out, Lu Wen sent the others away first, leaving only their group behind.

Wen Chengze's drunk and muddled "foolish" brothers did not remember Wen Chengze at all.

Lu Wen and the others, however, kept looking back and forth between Wen Chengze and Zhong Mohan.

These two were far too strange.

What Wen Chengze said next surprised them even more.

"Weren't we going to your place? Have your driver come over. I didn't drive."

"Mm." Zhong Mohan answered naturally.

"Aren't you going home?" Wen Chengze looked at the few people who still had not moved, somewhat puzzled. Could it be that they were going back with them to discuss matters too?

He had no idea that his words had caused a huge uproar in everyone else's minds.

"No, we're leaving right away."

No matter how curious they were, they would not dare pry into Zhong Mohan's private affairs even if they had a hundred times the courage. They could only suppress their curiosity and head home first.

Wen Chengze frowned unconsciously.

"Why does a kid keep frowning?" Zhong Mohan had already lost count of how many times he had seen Wen Chengze frown. Someone so good-looking was not suited to frowning.

Wen Chengze gave him a cool glance, too lazy to argue with him over the fact that he was already an adult.

The driver arrived quickly. Wen Chengze and Zhong Mohan sat in the back seat, one on each side.

The car stopped in front of an apartment building.

Wen Chengze was not surprised. It was perfectly normal for Zhong Mohan to own property, and since the two of them were going to conspire in private, returning to the Zhong Household's old residence was clearly unsuitable.

Zhong Mohan's apartment was on the top floor. In the elevator, the confined space filled their noses with the lingering scent of alcohol.

Though they had all drunk fine liquor, rich and intoxicating, smelling it for too long truly made one dizzy.

So the first thing Wen Chengze said after entering was, "Go take a shower first."