There is a consensus among the upper circles of that there is only one person in the world who can control Mr. Shao, and that is Wen Fan, Mr. Shao’s friend since childhood.
In fact, many people don’t quite understand how the newly-appointed leader of the Shao family, who is tough and resolute, has assets worth trillions, and everyone in Yuncheng is trying to fawn over him, can be suppressed by a friend who has no power.
The Wen family is a scholarly family. Strictly speaking, in Yuncheng, even if they wanted to hold Mr. Shao’s shoes, they wouldn’t be qualified. What gives Wen Fan the authority to control him?
Is it those hands that only know how to play the piano?
But regardless of others’ doubts, it’s a consensus that no one can control Shao Yisui except Wen Fan. No one dares to, either except Wen Fan.
As dusk fell, the door of a spacious and bright music store in the city center was closed, and a young man in a white shirt was carefully locking it.
He is tall and slender, extremely handsome and exquisite. With his eyes downcast, carefully inspecting the electronic lock, his side profile resembles a vivid painting with thick ink strokes. His skin is as white as winter snow, his hair is as black as high-quality ink, his long and curly eyelashes, vermilion lips, all exuding a dense and enchanting charm.
After locking the door of the piano shop, he turned and walked down the steps.
The lights of the city center at night are dazzling, reflecting on his face, stunningly beautiful.
Wen Fan’s apartment was nearby, and he planned to take a stroll home.
Just then, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
Wen Fan glanced and saw that it was Secretary Qin.
Secretary Qin is from the Shao family, having been by Shao Yisui’s side for three years. He is efficient and steady, and usually wouldn’t call him. If he does, it must be because something has happened with Mr. Shao that Secretary Qin doesn’t dare to handle.
Wen Fan answers: “Secretary Qin.”
The young man’s voice is very gentle, sounding like flowing water from a clear spring when lowered through the phone, very pleasant to the ears.
But Secretary Qin doesn’t have time to appreciate this good voice and gets straight to the point: “Mr. Wen, Mr. Shao is drunk and resting at the hotel now…” After a moment’s pause, he adds, “Mr. Shao, he’s not in a good mood today.”
Wen Fan raises an eyebrow, knowing the second half of the sentence is the key point.
Shao Yisui is the pride of heaven, standing at the top of the pyramid since birth. After taking over the Shao family’s power at the age of twenty-four, he has shown his prowess in Yuncheng. In just a few years, he has dealt with those who eyed the sidelines of the Shao family like stray dogs, making them all fear and respect him.
He had a bad temper and unpredictable temper. Secretary Qin was still frightened after following him for three years.
When Shao Yisui is in a bad mood, basically no one dares to provoke him.
But among these people, Wen Fan is still excluded, so Secretary Qin called him.
There is even a saying in Yuncheng that Shao Yisui is a fierce horse that is difficult to train, and Wen Fan is the reins.
He said: “I understand, just send me your address and I’ll be there right away.”
Secretary Qin is extremely grateful and quickly sends the address to Wen Fan’s phone.
It’s a top luxury banquet hotel in Yuncheng.
The hotel is hidden in the most bustling area of the city center, creating a secluded spot in this prime location.
The most valuable thing is to find tranquility in the midst of chaos, and it is also the most in line with the interests of these rich people.
The taxi is stopped on the outermost road, and after Wen Fan pays and gets off, he sees Secretary Qin waiting not far away, probably waiting for him.
Not sure what Secretary Qin said, the people who stopped him quickly and respectfully let Wen Fan through, and Wen Fan got into the car driven by Secretary Qin.
The hotel is further inside Wutong Avenue, hidden to the extreme.
The car drove through a fountain roundabout and then gradually stopped.
This luxury hotel is brightly lit at this moment, its complex and ornate architectural style and colors dazzling.
Wen Fan doesn’t look around, just sends a message to the person on top of the list. Not receiving a reply, he puts his phone back in his pocket and follows Secretary Qin into the banquet hall.
This is an upper-class banquet.
Wen Fan doesn’t know the people who are toasting and exchanging cups of wine, nor why they are celebrating, but many people here know Wen Fan.
Mr. Shao has a very beautiful friend beside him, and half of Yuncheng knows about it.
But they’ve only heard about his beauty, without knowing how beautiful he really is. So when they see him for the first time today, some people almost have their eyes popped out.
It’s no wonder he can control Mr. Shao. Such an ethereal beauty, even if he were to slap someone in the face, there would be no complaints.
Immediately, some people couldn’t help but gossip quietly.
“Are you sure this is Mr. Shao’s friend and not his little lover?”
Some people know a little bit more and chuckle softly, “Don’t embarrass yourself with your wild guesses. If they really had that intention, could they be friends for twenty years?”
“Twenty years? Mr. Shao, this is of Yuncheng.”
“No.” The person lowers their voice, “Mr. Shao is homophobic, and the beauty is heterosexual. Otherwise, why haven’t there been any rumors after so many years of friendship? You’re the only one with sharp eyes?”
The gossipers clicked their tongues and shook their heads, not knowing what to sigh about.
China passed the same-sex marriage bill a few years ago. At first glance, it seemed like an earth-shattering change, but in reality, it had little impact on the vast majority of people. The composition of society remains unchanged, heterosexuals are still heterosexuals, and the passing of a bill won’t change one’s sexual orientation.
Among them is Shao Yisui, a straight man who couldn’t be straighter.
Wen Fan has known him for twenty years, and in this matter, he also has a say. For Mr. Shao in this lifetime, the possibility of him liking transgender is greater than him liking men.
Since confirming this fact, Wen Fan hasn’t had any other thoughts about Shao Yisui.
Yes, he’s not heterosexual, he likes the same sex, he likes Shao Yisui.
But fortunately, Wen Fan hasn’t liked Shao Yisui to the point where he couldn’t live without him. He just likes him. Being friends is also good. He has no interest in playing the straight-bending game, and Wen Fan is very open-minded about it.
The special elevator ascends to the 33rd floor of the hotel, and Secretary Qin brings Wen Fan to the door of a room.
“Mr. Wen, Mr. Shao is inside.”
Wen Fan nods and uses the room card to open the door.
The sound of “hover” was extremely ear-catching in the silent floor.
The man in the suite seemed to be aware of it, and a low and impatient voice came out: “Get out.”
The man has an excellent voice, like some kind of aged wine, rich and intoxicating, but there’s no smile in his voice at the moment, just impatience before an eruption.
Secretary Qin and Wen Fan looked at each other and spread their hands helplessly.
Wen Fan pushed the door open and walked in.
The voice inside speaks again, “I’ll say it again, get out.”
The tall man is sinking into the sofa, dressed in all black in the dimly lit room. His hand is propping up his face, forming a noble but extremely impatient silhouette.
His hair, usually well-groomed, is now messy, with some strands falling onto his forehead.
Wen Fan walked over without saying a word and poured him a glass of water. The peculiar glass cup touches the table, making a restrained sound.
Clearly feeling that the man was about to explode, Wen Fan tapped the wall of the cup with his finger and took the lead: “Drink some water, sober up and go home.”
Shao Yisui stops abruptly, and the annoyance all over his body instantly disappears without a trace.
“Fan Fan?”
Wen Fan groped for the remote control to turn on the lights on the coffee table: “Don’t keep tossing Secretary Qin. Didn’t his wife just give birth to a child some time ago? If it’s okay, ask him to go back early. You’re single but others are not.”
The young man’s voice was soft and steady in the darkness, as if it had some magical power that could make people feel at ease.
I’m excited!