Su Cimu quietly watched him walk over, then lie down right beside him.
"Weren't you going to catch up on sleep? Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Good question. Wasn't I just about to sleep when you came in and disturbed me?" Su Cimu rolled his eyes hard at Shen Yannian and snapped.
"Am I stopping you from sleeping?" Shen Yannian asked with a smile.
"I'm not arguing with you. Keep quiet. This young master has important business tonight, so I need to catch up on sleep now."
With that, Su Cimu reached out and covered Shen Yannian's mouth, keeping him from saying anything else.
Shen Yannian chuckled, then pulled his hand down and held it in his palm. He rolled over and gathered Su Cimu fully into his arms, holding him in an extremely possessive embrace.
"Go to sleep. I won't bother you."
The sunset glow shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Shen Yannian rubbed his temples.
How had he fallen asleep too? Was laziness contagious?
"Baby, wake up. It's past six. Dinner's almost ready."
Su Cimu opened his eyes groggily and caught sight of the sunset outside. He stretched, then rolled out of bed.
"Baby, you're so heartless. You woke up without even giving me a kiss." Shen Yannian looked at Su Cimu with feigned resentment.
"Shen Yannian, has anyone ever told you how cheesy you are?"
"No, actually. You're the first, baby. Don't you feel honored?" Shen Yannian chuckled.
Su Cimu flipped Shen Yannian off, then strode out of the room.
Shen Yannian smiled indulgently and followed him out.
"Old Su, what's for dinner? Your little baby's hungry!"
Su Cimu really was adorable when he made such a racket.
Shen Yannian was also curious. Just how much had the Su family spoiled Su Cimu to give him such an outrageous, utterly lawless temperament?
"Oh, stop shouting. You're engaged now. Have some shame." Su Huaiyuan looked at Su Cimu helplessly.
"What? I can't be your little baby once I'm engaged? A married son is water thrown out? Old Su, are you a relic of feudalism?"
Su Huaiyuan had only made a passing remark, only to have such a damning label slapped on him. Every day, he silently repeated to himself three times:
He's my own flesh and blood, my own flesh and blood. I can't hit him or scold him. I have to put him on a pedestal!
"My father-in-law is right. You're no longer his little baby. You're my one and only baby. You can't call yourself that anymore."
Standing behind Su Cimu, Shen Yannian teased him with a smile.
"Who do you think you are? Don't think getting engaged to this young master means you can monopolize my body and heart. This young master is wild and free. You can't keep me in line!"
He was in his own home now, so Su Cimu acted and spoke as arrogantly as he could, giving Shen Yannian no face at all.
Su Huaiyuan wished he could cover his ears. The things his son said were simply unbearable.
Shen Yannian's lips curved as he walked up to Su Cimu and hooked an arm around his waist.
"We'll find out whether I can keep you in line if we give it a try."
"Ahem. Xiao Ci, Second Master, don't just stand there. Come and eat."
At his mother's call, Su Cimu immediately pushed Shen Yannian away and made straight for the dining table.
He finished his meal as quickly as possible, then put down his bowl and prepared to leave.
"Where are you going?" Shen Yannian frowned.
"This young master has business tonight. You have your fun, and I'll have mine. Neither of us interferes."
With that, Su Cimu made a face at Shen Yannian and ran off.
Shen Yannian looked at the Su family blankly, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"Where is Xiao Ci rushing off to?"
"Today's the first. Xiao Ci probably went to the racetrack. He has an exhibition race to take part in on the first of every month," Su Yunchao answered after a moment's thought.
Racing? That was another surprise for Shen Yannian. This pampered young master actually raced cars?
And judging by the Su family's attitude, they seemed quite willing to let him take part in something so dangerous.
Shen Yannian could not quite understand that. They showered him with affection, yet let him experience dangerous sports...
A fully closed circuit at the foot of a mountain.
"Mumu, you're finally here! I've been waiting forever!"
The moment Liang Tian saw Su Cimu appear, his eyes lit up brightly, and he rushed over to hug him.
Su Cimu had long since grown used to Liang Tian's clinginess.
"All right, Xiao Tiantian, hurry up and take me to change into my racing suit. I can't wait to get my hands on my wife!"
"I told you not to call me Xiao Tiantian. It always sounds like you're calling the head eunuch. Besides, I'm two months older than you. You should call me Cousin! Show some respect." Liang Tian shot Su Cimu an annoyed glare.
Despite his complaints, Liang Tian did not stop moving. He pulled Su Cimu straight into the changing room and watched him change into a racing suit with a very high safety rating.
"Quick, quick, quick! Where's my wife?"
"What's the rush? Your wife isn't going to run away. Look, isn't she right there?"
Liang Tian pointed at a four-wheeled car beneath a white light-blocking cover not far away.
Su Cimu hurried forward and personally lifted his wife's "red bridal veil," unable to contain the excitement in his eyes.
The cover came off, revealing a modified red supercar. The stock car's on-the-road price had been 18.88 million, and the modifications had cost far more than the car itself.
"Wow, cool! That's my wife for you! So beautiful! So sexy!" Su Cimu stroked the front of the car, unable to keep his hands off it, wishing he could hold it as he slept that night.
"Seriously, I thought you might not come today. The news about you having a public showdown with what's-his-name last night and then marrying his uncle on the spot has spread all over the capital's social circle. You're practically newlyweds. Your husband could bear to let you out to play?" Liang Tian nudged Su Cimu with a conspiratorial look, brimming with curiosity.
"Hah. What right does Shen Yannian have to interfere with this young master's private activities? I'll do whatever I want. He has no right to interfere."
At Su Cimu's bold declaration, Liang Tian gave him a thumbs-up.
"Young Master Su, this is you. Absolutely top-notch!"
"Enough wisecracks. Who am I up against tonight? Anyone good?"
"Come on, it's always the same few people racing, isn't it? I haven't seen any newcomers, so it'll probably be the usual crowd. They won't put any pressure on you. Relax." Liang Tian patted Su Cimu's shoulder reassuringly.
At that, Su Cimu could not help pursing his lips. How boring. It was always the same few people.
At ten that night, the monthly exhibition race was about to begin.
Su Cimu sat in his red supercar in lane one, his hands resting on the steering wheel.
The seven other cars lined up alongside him were spread across the remaining lanes.
Liang Tian stood in front of the car, handing Su Cimu water to drink, when Su Cimu asked him:
"Who's in lane eight? I don't recognize that car. The windows are shut tight too. I can't see anyone inside."
"Lane eight? I remember only seven cars entering today. Where did an eighth lane come from?"
Looking utterly baffled, Liang Tian turned toward lane eight.