The Maybach drove slowly through the streets of downtown Hong Kong City.
It was quiet inside the car.
Song Zhixing felt uncomfortable all over, fussing with his suit jacket one moment and adjusting his uncomfortable sitting position the next.
He clicked his tongue.
He held his arm out in front of Jiang Sheng. "Smell me."
Jiang Sheng was his bodyguard, as well as the son of the butler he had grown up with.
They had gone to school together, and whenever those rich young men and women mocked Jiang Sheng, Song Zhixing was always the one who beat them up for him.
But he was not particularly bright and had failed to get into the same university as Song Zhixing.
After that, he had stayed by Song Zhixing's side as his bodyguard.
Not daring to get too close, he lowered his head and sniffed lightly. "Did you change your cologne?"
He did not like this scent.
He seemed to have smelled it on someone else before.
"Bullshit! Some scumbag's cologne rubbed off on me!" Just thinking about it made Song Zhixing angry.
Yesterday, he seemed to have ruined a certain big-shot president's plans to pick up a man.
A certain petty President Xie had held his head down and forced him to drink quite a lot, leaving him covered in that cool-toned cologne, too.
Fir.
It smelled like something an old man would wear.
It did not suit his identity as a flamboyant, worldly, successful young man.
"He's a beast in a suit!" Song Zhixing was still complaining.
"Mm." Jiang Sheng silently nodded in agreement, disliking this unfamiliar man who had suddenly appeared.
"He usually looks so proper, and my mom praises him every day. Sure, he stays away from women and doesn't sleep around, because he's fucking gay!"
"..."