After marrying his childhood sweetheart he bent Chapter 1.2

Shao Yi sat up on the sofa, and Wen Fan happened to touch the remote control and turned on the light in the room.

Finally, he could see clearly what the man looked like now.

His tie had been loosened and thrown on the ground, he had unbuttoned two buttons, and his face was full of exhaustion, as if he hadn’t slept for three days and nights.

“I didn’t bother him. I didn’t ask him to work for nothing… Did he call you again?”

Wen Fan handed him the cup.

“Well, I just got off work, had nothing to do, so I came to see the world.”

Shao Yisui listened to his jokes and flicked his forehead with two fingers.

“See what world? Haven’t I shown you enough of the world? Is it necessary to come here?”

Ignoring his actions, Wen Fan stood up straight and went to pick up the tie and jacket he had thrown on the ground.

“I came specially to pick you up, satisfied now? Mr. Shao?”

Satisfied.

Shao Yisui loved hearing Wen Fan say that, so he leaned back and drank some water, leisurely looking at the young man.

The young man’s white shirt was rolled up twice, revealing his white and tight forearms. The hem was neatly tied into his trousers. When he leaned over, his waist appeared to be only as thin as a handful, like a flexible and neat bow.

Thin.

Never seen such a thin man.

Even thinner than the woman who the old couple specially arranged for him to throw into his arms today.

Shao Yi couldn’t help but say: “Usually eating is like feeding a kitten. You’ll be full after just three or two mouthfuls. Do you think I can’t feed you?”

Wen Fan glanced at him. “Do you think everyone eats five buns in one meal like you? I don’t have that much appetite.” He threw the tie over. “Tie it up, finish your socializing and hurry home to sleep. The boss will also be deducted salary for being absent from work.”

Shao Yisui, holding the tie, was dissatisfied again.

“Why don’t you ask why I’m in a bad mood?”

Shao Yisui’s grandmother was Russian, so he had a quarter of Russian blood in him. His facial features appeared much deeper than others due to the genes of the Caucasian race, and there was always a shadow over his eyes. And maybe because of the pressure from the Shao family over the years, there was a constant frown between his eyebrows, giving him the appearance of having a bad temper. When his tone changed slightly, it sounded like he was reprimanding someone, making others tremble with fear.

But Wen Fan was used to it.

Very patiently, he followed his lead. “Is it too late to ask now?”

“Not too late.”

“Then tell me, why are you in a bad mood?”

Shao Yisui propped up his elbow, silent for a while, then suddenly reached out and pulled him over.

Unprepared, Wen Fan almost sat on Shao Yisui’s lap, his heart suddenly lightened, skipping a beat.

In an instant, he hurriedly grabbed the back of the sofa.

The voice when speaking was tense. “What are you doing?”

Shao Yisui looked at him. “Nothing, I’m used to you being closer to me.”

Shao Yisui was a straight man, always a beat behind in terms of interactions between the same sex, especially with him. Wen Fan had never told anyone else about his preference for the same sex, so Shao Yisui assumed he was heterosexual. He was already relatively restrained in his affectionate gestures. Shao Yisui had even kissed him before, saying that he thought his face was so soft and white and looked so kissable.

But Wen Fan was not a straight man after all, and Shao Yisui’s actions would make him feel something.

Wen Fan felt angry for no reason and slapped him on the shoulder.

“You’re still not behaving properly at this age.”

Shao Yisui chuckled, feeling much better, and hugged his shoulders, leaning back.

“Why are you like a little wife?”

Wen Fan kicked his slender legs.

Stiff, couldn’t move.

So he ignored him.

The two sat on the soft sofa for a while, a tacit understanding between them.

“Fan Fan.” Suddenly, the laughter disappeared from Shao Yisui’s voice, calling him.

Wen Fan’s body tensed, looking at him. “What’s wrong?”

Shao Yisui asked, “When do you plan to get married?”

Wen Fan was very sensitive to this question and hesitated for a moment before saying, “As usual, calling every now and then to nag me, what about you? Uncle and aunt nagging at you again?”

Shao Yisui felt irritated as soon as he heard this, even though he had brought up the topic himself. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, intending to light it, but was intercepted halfway by Wen Fan.

“Smoke less.”

The young man took the cigarette and Shao Yisui relaxed his mind.

He said, “More than just nagging, today they arranged a big show for me.”

Wen Fan listened quietly on the side, and after ten minutes, he finally understood.

Today’s banquet was the result of Shao Yisui’s father and mother adding fuel to the fire. The eldest lady of the Su family liked Shao Yisui and wanted to show her goodwill to him under the pretext of the birthday party, so she played a little trick, throwing wine and she threw herself into people’s arms and made the guests at the banquet watch the excitement for a while.

Shao Yisui had clearly expressed to the Su family’s daughter that he didn’t have feelings for her, but the old lady and the old man must have instigated it again. But it was understandable, the old lady and the old man had been worried about his marriage for years, even when they were abroad, they didn’t give up on arranging a partner for him.

There is no solution to this matter. As long as Shao Yisui does not get married, the daughter of the Su family will not be the last one. There would still be Li’s daughter, Zhao’s daughter, and various other daughters.

Wen Fan: “So what do you think?”

“Me?”

Shao Yi was thinking in his mind, and his hands were not idle. He gently played with Wen Fan’s white earlobe, as if he was playing with some soft and interesting little toy.

Wen Fan glared at him and slapped his hand away.

Shao Yisui was used to being willful with him and became even more energetic, pulling him into his arms and pinching his earlobes to play for a while before saying, “I think I have to get married.”

Wen Fan’s movements stopped.

Shao Yisui continued, “Only if I get married will they stop bothering me all the time. Otherwise, not only will there be Miss Su, there will be others.”

This idea coincided with Wen Fan’s.

“Fan Fan, I have to get married.”

Wen Fan nodded.

It was only a matter of time before Shao Yi got married, and Wen Fan knew it very well.

As a friend, he gave the most sensible advice: “If you still don’t have someone you like now, and you’re not willing to treat marriage as a bargaining chip for business cooperation, then it’s best to find a woman who has the same expectations as you and marry her by agreement, which would be fair to both of you.”

Shao Yisui was stunned.

A contractual marriage.

T/N: So you are telling me you constantly think about your ‘bff’s’ waist and love to have him in your arms but you don’t like like him? Just stop being dense Mr. Shao