Feeling something at last

When Wei Ziyun arrived, he ran into Lu Yu at the office door. Naturally, Lu Yu recognized the young master of the Wei family, whose friendship with the Feng family went back generations. She gave him a polite nod, neither servile nor arrogant, then walked past him.

Once Lu Yu was out of earshot, Wei Ziyun slammed the door shut. "Her again? Isn't she coming here a little too often? If she's getting on your nerves, want me to have someone deal with her?"

Feng Wanting rubbed his temples. "She's following orders. What good would giving her a hard time do? If we're going to deal with anyone, it has to be the person above her."

"Never mind, then." Wei Ziyun lounged in a chair. "I don't think you'd want to kill your own father."

Feng Wanting: "..."

"But seriously, your dad's something else. He's the reason you have this condition in the first place. Does he think finding you a therapist to police your every move can make up for what happened back-"

"Wei Ziyun," Feng Wanting cut him off. "Why are you here?"

"...Oh." Wei Ziyun promptly shut his mouth, then changed his approach. "Obviously, I'm here to check on our dear Young Master Feng. Well? Tell me how your first time felt."

"..."

They were close friends, but Feng Wanting still had no desire to go into detail about this with a man who was gay through and through. He had no intention of speaking, but Wei Ziyun slung an arm around his shoulders with a sly grin. "I asked around for you, buddy. Eight hundred is the bottom rate for male escorts... But with a face like yours, looks definitely aren't the problem... Which means your skills must suck..."

"Piss off." Feng Wanting pushed him away.

"Don't get all defensive, my dear young master," Wei Ziyun said with a laugh. "What's there to be embarrassed about?"

"Look, you've got this condition, and it was your first time. You were playing with every handicap imaginable! Just getting through it was fucking impressive! A round of applause for you!"

Feng Wanting: "?"

That didn't sound like a compliment.

Accustomed to Feng Wanting's lack of response, Wei Ziyun kept talking. "So your condition's cured now, right? Have you told your therapist about this?"

"Not cured." Feng Wanting pinched the bridge of his nose. "He's the only person I feel anything for."

"...?" Wei Ziyun was baffled. "Your dick imprinted on him? Seriously, Feng Wanting? Just how gorgeous was the guy you slept with?"

"..."

Compared with Lu Yu's talk of "romantic attraction" and "physiological stress responses," Feng Wanting actually felt that Wei Ziyun's description fit his current state best.

As the saying went... crude words, sound reasoning.

"Pretty much," he said. "Lu Yu said to use him as the catalyst for my treatment."

"Huh?" Wei Ziyun was stunned. "That's actually an option?"

Feng Wanting gave an irritated grunt of assent.

"Then find him and bring him here."

"I can't find him."

"Why not?"

"I only know what he looks like, and that image only exists in my head." Feng Wanting asked, "It's a big world. How am I supposed to find him?"

"Buddy, are you kidding me? If you were some ordinary guy, sure, but you're Feng Wanting. If you want to find someone, how could you possibly fail?"

"..."

True.

Because his surname was Feng, finding someone would be easy for "Feng Wanting."

But what happened after he found him? What then? What was he supposed to say?

I have no sex drive, and you're the only person I can get hard for. You have to take responsibility for treating me.

Or, Sex with you felt pretty good. Want to do it again?

Neither sounded particularly respectful.

"What are you thinking about?" Wei Ziyun stretched and propped his long legs on the desk. He casually pulled his phone from his pocket and opened a short-video app. A tacky DJ track from a thirst-trap video blared through the speaker.

Wei Ziyun scrolled without much interest. After a few videos, he suddenly stopped, and the trashy DJ music gave way to a lovely, romantic love song. "...FK Exhibitions?! Holy shit, Feng Wanting, you've got a guy this hot working at one of your group's companies?"

"What?" Deep in thought, Feng Wanting glanced over absently, only for his gaze to freeze on Wei Ziyun's phone screen.

It was a still photograph. The man's face was turned halfway to the side, his cool, pale skin like porcelain glaze. Faint blue-green veins showed through the exposed skin of his neck. On closer inspection, half a hickey could be seen peeking out from beneath his shirt.

The melody of the background music tugged at Feng Wanting's heart. As he met the gaze of the man in the photograph, the image seemed to come alive. Pei Yang's lashes were long and straight, veiling the faint color of his irises and making it difficult to see them clearly.

Yet Feng Wanting's heart was pounding wildly.

"Feng Wanting?"

"Young Master Feng?"

"Brother Feng?"

"Chairman Feng!"

Wei Ziyun locked his phone and waved a hand in front of Feng Wanting's eyes.

That expressionless yet alluring face vanished. Catching a glimpse of his own dazed expression in the dark screen, Feng Wanting steadied his racing heart and snatched Wei Ziyun's phone. When he turned on the screen, a passcode prompt appeared. "Unlock it," he ordered impatiently.

"Wh... what?" Wei Ziyun hadn't caught up. "What are you doing?"

"I said unlock it."

Wei Ziyun hurriedly unlocked the phone. "What's wrong with you? Are you possessed?"

Ignoring Wei Ziyun, Feng Wanting studied the photograph again. The man in it was nothing like the flirt he remembered. Here, he looked tired of the world, as though the corners of his mouth had forgotten how to lift. His whole face was as cold as shards of ice.

Yet even like this, he still drew out Feng Wanting's memories of that night. Intimate, slick images flooded in, frame by frame: the way his brows knitted when it hurt, his slightly parted lips when it felt good... and that seductive gaze.

He was feeling something at last.

Seeing Feng Wanting stare at a single photograph for so long, Wei Ziyun couldn't resist teasing him. "What's this? Didn't you just say you were only interested in the guy from that night? It hasn't even been three minutes, and you're already into someone else?"

Wei Ziyun laughed. "I'd say you're completely cured. Forget that night. Isn't the guy on my phone just as good? Look at the location tag. He works at FK Exhibitions, which more or less makes him your subordinate. Rank has its privileges. You could throw your authority around a little. Say, make him your personal secretary... have him work himself to the bone for you."

The more Wei Ziyun talked, the more excited he became. He even pointed at Feng Wanting's desk. "That desk of yours is huge. You could easily hide someone underneath it. How about enjoying a little domestic bliss while you work? Look down, and there's a pretty face gazing up at you from the floor, on his knees..."

"..."

Wei Ziyun spouted this sort of pointless filth all the time. Feng Wanting was used to it and had always let it go in one ear and out the other. Today, for the first time ever, he actually began imagining what Wei Ziyun described.

What the hell.

This wasn't right.

This really wasn't right.

He forced himself not to meet the eyes of the man in the photograph again. After a moment's hesitation, he tapped the company address linked at the bottom left of the post.

"So far out..."

The FK Group had companies across the country and around the world. Feng Wanting didn't have the time or energy to oversee every one of them. The exhibitions division wasn't even under his management, let alone an insignificant little company like this.

It looked like... he would have to pull a few strings.