As she hid, she said, “Wen Fan Gege, Shao Yisui is coming over!”

Wen Fan was also surprised. He was about to look up when a black shadow fell in front of him.

The man grabbed his entire shoulder from the front and stared at the girl playing tricks behind him. He lightly opened his thin lips, “Let go of him.”

Wow, what a petty man.

Although Su Qinruan was afraid of him, she was also unwilling to show weakness. Without daring to glare at him, she complained, “Wen Fan Gege, he’s scolding me again! Can’t you do something about him?”

Shao Yisui’s eyebrows furrowed even tighter upon hearing her familiar and affectionate address.

“Noisy, where is your father? Can’t even control you…”

“Don’t bully Ruan Ruan.” Wen Fan lifted his head from his embrace and pushed him away with his hand. “Just sitting here. I came out for some fresh air and happened to bump into Ruan Ruan and chatted for a while.”

Shao Yisui heard Wen Fan calling Su Qinruan so affectionately and felt even more uncomfortable. He glanced over and saw Su Qinruan making faces at him.

Looking quite pleased with herself.

His voice was heavy, “What were you chatting about?”

Wen Fan hesitated, his face reddened even more.

He thought they talked about some not-so-good things.

Seeing Wen Fan like this, Shao Yisui’s premonition seemed to be confirmed.

And Su Qinruan, adding fuel to the fire, said, “What’s it to you if Wen Fan and I chat? You’re too controlling. Even in marriage, you can’t restrict your partner’s freedom to make friends. It’s unhealthy.”

Actually, Su Qinruan hadn’t liked Shao Yisui much before. She had only seen him in a financial magazine, like everyone else, admiring this young leader who was so vigorous and good-looking. Moreover, her father mentioned something about a marriage alliance, so naturally, she thought she liked him.

Who would have thought that her enthusiasm would be met with coldness? At the birthday party, he scolded her, and at that moment, she felt he was a rude man who didn’t know any better.

So she also harbored some inexplicable resentment towards Wen Fan, who she hadn’t even met. She thought, if Shao Yisui could associate with such a person, he must not be a good person either. So when they met for the first time today, she was a bit confrontational.

But after chatting for a while, she found that Wen Fan was handsome and gentle. Even when she was impolite, Wen Fan didn’t get angry. So she immediately decided to like Wen Fan and put Shao Yisui on her blacklist.

In the end, it was still a childish mentality, straightforward and innocent, much simpler than others.

Wen Fan was afraid that Shao Yisui’s temper would scare Su Qinruan, so he pulled him aside first.

Standing up, he said, “We didn’t chat about anything. I’ve had enough fresh air, let’s go back. Father and mother are still waiting.”

Seeing Shao Yisui still frowning, he reached out and lightly patted his forehead.

“It’s okay, don’t scare people.”

Shao Yisui looked at him with his head down, the young man’s warm smile calming him down a bit, the slight redness on his face dissipating, his facial features delicate and pale.

Some of the frustration in his heart finally dissipated.

Grabbing him, he said, “Hmm, let’s go back.”

Wen Fan said to Su Qin Ruan, “Until next time, Ruan Ruan.”

Su Qinruan happily responded, “Okay! Wen Fan Gege, I’ll contact you!”

Shao Yisui pretended Su Qinruan was invisible, pulling Wen Fan away.

Su Qinruan, facing his back, pouted slightly. When she saw Wen Fan turn around to say goodbye to her, she immediately changed her expression and waved to him sweetly.

Her lips formed the words, “Contact me on WeChat!”

Wen Fan nodded, then was pulled away by the domineering Shao Yisui, who hugged him by the neck and forbade him from looking at Su Qinruan again.

On the way back, Wen Fan kicked him and laughed, “You’re getting more childish. Ruan Ruan is only twenty years old, and you’re competing with her.”

Shao Yisui said, “Is today the first day you’ve known that I’m childish?”

Wen Fan said, “No, I’ve known for a long time. Not only childish but also domineering and bad-tempered.”

Shao Yisui hummed, then mischievously pinched his face with the hand resting on his shoulder.

But he didn’t say anything else.

At that time, Wen Fan didn’t think much about it. It wasn’t until the second half of the banquet that he realized Shao Yisui was angry, or to put it more bluntly, Shao Yisui was jealous.

This had been the case since he was a child. Once Wen Fan made friends with someone, whether male or female, if he ignored Shao Yisui even a little bit, he would throw a tantrum.

And today, not only did Wen Fan ignore him, but he also scolded him for bullying a little girl, which made Shao Yisui even more unhappy.

His gloomy face scared away many guests who wanted to toast to him.

Wen Fan laughed in his heart, feeling helpless. He planned to coax him after returning home tonight.

Who knew that before he could comfort him, Shao Yisui would carry him back to the room, in front of Aunt Liu.

Aunt Liu was holding a freshly brewed stomach-nourishing millet porridge in her hands, smiling as she looked at them. She thought it was just a little couple’s play and turned back to the kitchen.

The door slammed shut.

Shao Yisui put him on the bed and looked at him sternly, propping himself up against the head of the bed.

“What’s so good about that brat? She doesn’t understand anything.”

Wen Fan blinked, “You mean… Ruan Ruan? She’s quite cute.”

Shao Yisui said, “Where’s the cuteness?”

Wen Fan recalled and said, “Her name is cute, her way of speaking is cute, and she looks cute… Haven’t you ever thought that Ruan Ruan looks like a little chipmunk?”

Shao Yisui’s tone was not good, “I haven’t thought about it.”

Wen Fan laughed, “Straight man.”

Shao Yisui raised an eyebrow, “What’s wrong with being a straight man?”

Wen Fan said objectively, “Girls don’t like straight men. You can try to be more attentive, otherwise, with your bad temper, you’ll scare away most people before you even get to know them.”

Shao Yisui was originally very angry and frustrated, but looking at Wen Fan’s smiling eyes, that sense of irritability suddenly diminished.

“Aren’t you a straight man?”

Wen Fan said, “I guess not.”

Shao Yisui said, “So, how does our Xiao Fan attract girls?”

Wen Fan laughed and punched him, “Stop picking out the words. I’m serious.”

“I’m serious too. Su Qinruan likes you, what about you?”

Wen Fan: “I like her very much. Didn’t I say she is very cute?”

Shao Yisui then asked: “Then after divorcing me, are you going to marry her?”

Wen Fan was stunned.

“What?”

Shao Yisui said word by word, “Do you plan to marry her?” Without waiting for Wen Fan’s reply, he gave his own suggestion first, “Fan Fan, she’s too young and too naive, not suitable for you.”

Wen Fan paused, not knowing why he didn’t rush to deny it.

Instead, he slowly said, “Then, what kind of girl do you think is suitable for me?”

This question caught Shao Yisui off guard.

He only subconsciously thought that Su Qinruan was not suitable for Wen Fan. Su Qinruan was delicate and turbulent, always needing someone to take care of her, and she was fickle, liking one person today and another tomorrow. Shao Yisui heard that she had over a dozen male idols.

If Wen Fan was with her, it wouldn’t be marrying a wife, it would be adopting a daughter. Would they get married and directly go raise children?

Even If Wen Fan was willing, Shao Yisui wasn’t willing.

Wen Fan had been taken care of by him since he was a child. How could he bear to let him take care of someone else?

Shao Yisui said, “At the very least, it shouldn’t be someone like Su Qinruan. She’s too short, not a good match for you when standing together. At the very least, she should be around 170cm tall. And Su Qinruan is too delicate. When you go out with her, she doesn’t even want to walk a few steps. She wants you to carry her or hold her things. You only weigh a little over a hundred pounds. How can you carry her? At the very least, find someone whose weight and strength are similar to yours.”

Wen Fan listened in surprise.

Shao Yisui continued, “Do you know what Su Qinruan’s hobbies are? Chasing stars, chasing men. She goes to concerts every now and then, to support young idols. If you’re with her, would you accompany her in chasing men? Don’t even think about it. If you dare to chase men with her, I’ll break the legs of those men.”

Wen Fan said, “Are you…”

“So you should find someone with similar interests, like reading books or playing the piano. At worst, find someone with a stable job, a bit older, more stable. That way, you won’t be too tired.”

Wen Fan fell silent.

According to Shao Yisui’s standards, the most suitable person for him would be… Aunt Liu?

The entire kitchen suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

After a moment, Wen Fan came back to his senses and chuckled, “Mr. Shao, have you gone crazy from being single for too long? What nonsense are you talking about?”

Shao Yisui seemed to suddenly realize how rash his words were, and as he looked at Wen Fan’s smiling eyes, he chuckled too.

He reached out and pinched Wen Fan’s face, teasing, “Laughing at me? You really have no conscience. I’ve been having a headache over this matter, and you’re laughing?”

Wen Fan tilted his head back and replied, “It’s all the same. It’s not just your parents urging you. But you shouldn’t think of marriage as something terrifying. Your uncles and aunts are also looking out for your best interests. It’s not like they’re forcing you into the execution ground.”

“What? Are you thinking of getting married? Wen Fan, quite thoughtful, huh?”

Wen Fan pushed his shoulder, “Alright, stop being cryptic. Let’s go outside and talk.”

Shao Yisui took the lead in the conversation, not willing to let him go easily. He pressed him against the kitchen counter, propped his arm against Wen Fan’s side, blocking all paths of escape.

“Where do you think you’re going? Explain it clearly.”

Wen Fan lifted his eyes, helpless, “What do you want me to say?”

“What’s good about marriage?”

Shao Yi, accustomed to being unreasonable, didn’t argue with Wen Fan but teased him, “Of course, it’s good. Haven’t you heard the saying? A wife and children can bring warmth to the home. Having a wife and children is good.”

Shao Yisui narrowed his eyes, feeling inexplicably displeased, and his voice grew lower.

“What wife? What children? Who are you eyeing behind my back? Who do you want to have children with?”

Shao Yi’s body exuded the vigor of his age, pressing tightly against Wen Fan’s, their hot skins almost igniting.

“Get up.” Wen Fan backed away again, “What’s wrong with you? Are you telling me not to get married just because you’re not?”

“No.” Shao Yisui grabbed the back of his neck, bending down to meet his gaze, “Didn’t you follow me around calling me Gege when we were kids? If I, Your Gege, haven’t gotten married, why should you? And even if you want to, you have to bring the person in front of me for approval.”

A frown creased the man’s brow, seeming genuinely concerned.

Wen Fan tapped his forehead with his finger, “I Know. You’re being stubborn again.”

“Do you despise me?”

Wen Fan replied, “How could I dare, Mr. Shao.”

Shao Yisui knocked him, “Clearly you do. You’re either asking whether Secretary Qin’s wife has given birth every day or scolding me for bothering Secretary Qin. You care more about him than you do about me.”

Wen Fan was amused by his childishness, “Well, now I’m showing concern for you. Is that too late?”

“Too late.”

Wen Fan raised an eyebrow, “So I have to double it.”

“…”

“You’re stubborn.”

“Don’t say that.” Shao Yi’s tone was stern, “Think about how to care for me. If I’m not satisfied, don’t even think about going home.”

He threatened somewhat convincingly.

Wen Fan thought for a moment, “Didn’t you say you wanted to go to the Beicheng before? I will accompany you for a few days?”

“Not enough.”

“Then I’ll make you another meal, braised beef.”

Shao Yisui lowered his eyes, “What else?”

“Not enough?” Wen Fan raised an eyebrow.

Shao Yisui lifted his eyelids and asked, “Is that all? Are you trying to send me away?”

Wen Fan heard the insinuation and mimicked his tone, raising his hand to tap his forehead.

“Then I’ll introduce you to a girlfriend? Maybe you’ll like her, and then you won’t have to worry about getting married.”

Shao Yi’s eyebrows furrowed instantly.

Standing up straight, he said, “No.”

Wen Fan looked innocent, and there was a bit more space in front of him. He reached for the leftover cream, intending to feed it into his mouth.

But before he could, Shao Yisui caught his wrist.

Saying, “That’s fine too.”

Wen Fan hadn’t figured out what he meant when Shao Yisui lowered his head and sucked his fingertips into his mouth.

The cream was gone.

The touch of his fingers was tingling and moist, and Wen Fan was startled, quickly pulling his hand away.

“Too dirty.”

But Shao Yisui seemed quite satisfied, casually grabbing a kitchen towel to wipe his hand.

“No worries, barely satisfactory. Otherwise, I’ll come up with another one.”

Wen Fan’s hand was held by him, “What?”

“Fan Fan.” Shao Yi’s tone became more serious, “Marry me, a Contract marriage.”

Seeing Wen Fan still stunned, Shao Yisui continued, “My parents are pressing hard, and your parents are too. Half a year, if the contract expires or if we each find someone we like, we’ll separate immediately.”

“Just… help me out.”

Shao Yisui didn’t seem to be joking, and after a moment of hesitation, Wen Fan didn’t hesitate to slap him on the shoulder.

“You can think of that. Aren’t you afraid that Uncle Shao will break your legs when he finds out?”

“What’s there to break? If I bring you home, they’ll be happy.”

Wen Fan didn’t say anything, quietly obedient. Shao Yisui’s hand was itching again, pinching his face, his eyes narrowed in dissatisfaction, “You don’t want to? Weren’t you just saying you care about me?”

Wen Fan realized that for Shao Yisui, this marriage was just a game between friends. For someone like Shao Yisui, who was straightforward, he wouldn’t think too much about getting married to him. It seemed like a game to him, and making a big deal out of it would seem strange.

And with Shao Yisui’s character, since he brought it up, it meant he had seriously considered it.

Actually, it was understandable. Shao Yi’s status was different after all. It was better to marry someone he trusted than a stranger.

Shao Yisui’s tone became even more serious, “Just like you said, it’s a contract marriage, not a real partnership. I’ve thought about many people, but I still believe that only you can make me worry-free. We’re the most suitable for each other.”

“Fan Fan, what do you think?”

Wen Fan was also thinking.

How should he put this? Wen Fan didn’t have any hope for Shao Yisui emotionally. Shao Yisui’s homophobia was not just a rumor, he knew it’s real.

So they would only ever be best friends. Over the years, Wen Fan had indeed treated him as a friend.

As friends, it seemed okay.

Because their friendship was good enough to help each other with such things. This was the tacit understanding they had formed over twenty years.

Moreover, their current situations were indeed quite similar. Last time Wen Fan went home, his mother kept pestering him, asking him what kind of girl he liked, when he planned to get married, and even wanting to arrange blind dates for him.

Of course, Wen Fan didn’t agree. He hadn’t told his dad and mom about liking the same sex, but not because of them; Wen Fan’s parents were very open-minded people. Wen Fan just didn’t want Shao Yisui to know about it.

So that time, he left a white lie to his dad and mom, saying he would get married soon.

But it vanished as soon as he said it, and a few days ago, his mother was still nagging.

Shao Yisui looked at him, waiting for a response.

Wen Fan calmed down and teased him with a smile: “Okay, Mr. Shao has a huge fortune. When we get divorced, I can get half of the property. Give me all those dozens of cars in your garage.”

Shao Yisui then laughed and raised his eyebrows and said: “If you want, you should’ve told me earlier, let alone get married. I’m willing to give you dozens of cars without getting married. I also have dozens of properties under my name. If you want them all, I’ll give them to you tomorrow.” I’ll take you to transfer the ownership.”

Wen Fan: “…”

“Like a nouveau riche, keep it for yourself to support yourself in old age.”

“You think I’m old?”

Wen Fan pushed him out and said, “Don’t Make trouble. It’s your birthday and the cake will melt.”

Shao Yisui had no intention of celebrating his birthday. He didn’t touch much of the food on the table. After eating a few bites of cake, he took Wen Fan to the study to read the agreement.

Wen Fan glanced at it and felt a headache when he saw the densely packed clauses.

“I’m not good at this kind of thing, don’t show it to me.”

Shao Yisui then leaned back on the chair, crossed his legs, and tapped the computer screen.

“Aren’t you afraid that I will set you up?”

The man’s fingers were long and well-jointed, like an inverted jade bone fan. Wen Fan was originally looking at his hand, but then he noticed a certain clause and his eyes stopped.

He pursed his lips, blinked, and looked at the agreement again.

It had written down dozens of cars and properties under Shao Yisui’s name, even more than that. There were also other personal assets of Shao Yisui’s.

Wen Fan couldn’t help but glare at him, “What am I going to do with so many houses and cars? I can’t live in all of them. Besides, I have my own. Why would I want yours?”

“Don’t people always say the more, the better? Why is it different with you, silly.” Shao Yisui knocked a few times and printed out the agreement, “Here, take it. Don’t wait until I regret it. If you want it later, it won’t be available.”

Wen Fan wanted to say something else, but Shao Yisui had already stood up, pulling him under his arm again.

Shao Yisui was much taller than him, and more muscular. He liked to tease him like this, rubbing his dark and soft hair with his big hands, smiling, “Good boy.”

Wen Fan’s hair was messed up by him, and his whole face was red, like a rabbit.

Shao Yi’s long fingers pinched his earlobe, feeling quite satisfied, “I’ve never seen anyone cuter than you, Fan Fan.”

Wen Fan was annoyed with him and bit him on the arm.

Wen Fan’s ears turned slightly red. Aunt Liu, watching the two of them, smiled and said, “You guys chat, I’ll go to the kitchen to prepare the dishes first.”

Wen Fan still wanted to stop her, “Aunt Liu…”

But Aunt Liu slipped away quickly.

Wen Fan sighed, “Gege, that’s enough, Shao Yisui, you’re twenty-eight, not eight.”

Shao Yisui looked at the young man’s appearance and said in his heart, don’t say twenty-eight, I will do the same thing to you even when I am thirty-eight or forty-eight.

He returned the slippers and casually scratched the soles of Wen Fan’s feet.

“Go ahead, I won’t tease you anymore.”

Wen Fan also quickly ran away.

In the kitchen, Aunt Liu had already baked the cake base. Wen Fan took a look, it was soft, fluffy, and fragrant. Seeing that time was running out, Wen Fan stopped chatting and quickly got to work.

Aunt Liu was there to help him. After watching Wen Fan boil the chocolate sauce, she went to cut the fruit.

Looking up occasionally, she saw the young man bending down to observe, seemingly dissatisfied with the thickness of the chocolate sauce, so he adjusted the temperature.

When she placed the plate next to the young man, he glanced distractedly, then smiled, “Thank you for your hard work, Aunt Liu.”

Aunt Liu smiled, “What nonsense are you talking about? This is what Aunt Liu should do.”

She really liked Wen Fan. He was handsome and had a good temper. She couldn’t find any faults with him.

She wasn’t sure if she should say it, but she felt that Mr. Shao and Wen Fan were simply made for each other.

The evening passed quickly, the night gradually enveloped, and warm lights lit up in the villa.

After preparing dinner, Aunt Liu left. The large villa was left with only Wen Fan and Shao Yisui. Shao Yisui had finished his work and had nothing to do, so he went to the kitchen to make cake with Wen Fan.

Of course, strictly speaking, it should be called mischief.

Wen Fan’s face was smeared with several pieces of cake by him, and he scolded him several times to no avail. It seemed like teasing Wen Fan was the only joy Shao Yisui had on his birthday.

Wen Fan slapped him with the decorating bag, “Shao Yisui, don’t eat the cake later.”

Shao Yisui remained unmoved, standing next to him like a supervisor.

The kitchen was filled with various sweet smells—sour and sweet from the berries, rich and sweet from the chocolate, soft and fragrant sweetness from the cake base. The young man wore a white shirt and had a beautiful smile, which seemed sweet as well.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, Shao Yisui raised an eyebrow, “What else will you I if not the cake? You?”

Wen Fan was stunned by his words, and his cheeks turned slightly pink from his ears to his neck.

After stabilizing his voice, he glared at him, “Stop talking nonsense, go wait outside.”

Shao Yisui, with a thick skin, reached out to pinch his earlobe again.

“Why are you blushing so easily? Even when I tease you like this. What will you do if there’s a girl you like in the future?”

Wen Fan blinked, and for some reason, the momentum of embarrassment on his face disappeared instantly.

Suddenly, he became calm, because of that sentence.

He lowered his gaze and continued decorating, saying, “You talk too much. Girls aren’t as talkative as you are.”

Shao Yisui followed: “You started to dislike me before you even found a girlfriend? If you find one, you will break up with me. You are heartless.”

Wen Fan couldn’t help but dip a piece of cake into the corner of his mouth.

“Stop talking and go on your way.”

“I’ll watch you do it.” Shao Yi’s skin was thicker than the city wall, and he couldn’t even drive him away.

Wen Fan simply treated him as air.

But this air person likes to find a sense of existence for himself.

“If you still want to eat, feed me another bite.”

Wen Fan argued with him and directly handed the decorating bag to his mouth.

Of course Shao Yisui didn’t want to, he teased him and chuckled: “Playing tricks?”

The man was always different in front of him and outside, and he was completely different in other people’s mouths and in Wen Fan’s eyes.

Shao Yisui had a bad temper and was a bully when he was very young. Almost all the young masters of similar age in Yuncheng’s upper class society were beaten by Shao Yisui.

When Wen Fan first met Shao Yisui when he was six years old, he was fighting. He didn’t know why, but he pushed a little fat man to the ground and beat him until he cried. Wen Fan was hiding behind Wen’s mother, looking at him without blinking.

Shao Yisui actually looks fierce, with deep and three-dimensional bones and long and narrow eyes. His appearance alone always gives people a strong sense of oppression.

It’s funny to say that in the first two years of knowing Shao Yisui, he was particularly afraid that Shao Yisui would beat him like he beat other children, so he always spoke in a low voice in front of Shao Yisui.

Every time he spoke like this, Shao Yisui pinched his little face and said he was a kitten. Wen Fan clasped his hands behind his back, as if he had made a mistake and was caught by an adult. Shao Yisui didn’t like how reserved he was, so he treated him more carefully, always having candy in his pocket, and putting one in his mouth from time to time.

Other children asked Shao Yisui for candies, and Shao Yisui kicked their backs. As long as Wen Fan stood obediently next to Shao Yisui, his pockets would be filled with all kinds of expensive imported candies.

It lasted for twenty years, until half of Yuncheng knew that Shao Yisui had him by his side.

The outside world said that Shao Yisui was tough in business and never showed mercy to others, but no one knew that Shao Yisui would run to his house after discussing the project and pester him to eat dessert together. It had become a silent understanding between them

Even now.

Shao Yisui was used to bullying him on his birthday, and he knew that Wen Fan would let him go because he was the birthday boy.

Probably very few people will have the opportunity to see Mr. Shao in this childish look.

The final decoration was quickly completed on the cake, but Shao Yisui did not step aside, still standing beside it.

Shao Yisui was much taller than Wen Fan. Wen Fan was 1.77 meters tall, but Shao Yisui was nearly 1.9 meters tall. He blocked Wen Fansui like a wall, and he couldn’t leave even if he wanted to.

Wen Fan: “Why are you so dazed? Did you become stupid because of hunger?”

Shao Yisui was indeed a little startled.

But not because of hunger, but because of hearing about food.

He initially flicked Wen Fan’s forehead and laughed at him for his tricks. But he never spoke again after that. For some reason, his eyes fell on Wen Fan’s slender and fair neck.

He heard an employee of Shao’s say before that Wen Fan looked like an artist at first glance. Shao Yisui then asked her what she thought Wen Fan did for a living, and she said she danced, like a ballet dancer.

Shao Yisui didn’t pay attention at that time, but now he suddenly thought about it and seemed to understand what she meant.

Wen Fan’s figure is very beautiful, slender, and every part of her body is exquisite and perfect. Her neck, waist, legs, ankles, and even…buttocks are also plump and round.

He just stared at the person in a daze, and didn’t react until the young man’s voice sounded in his ears.

He asked nonchalantly: “Fan Fan, do you have a girl you like?”

Wen Fan: “Huh?”

Shao Yisui then stared at his face: “Is there a girl you like?”

Wen Fan didn’t know what Shao Yisui was thinking, so he smiled and said, “Not yet. Didn’t you ask before? What’s wrong? Do you want to introduce one?”

Shao Yisui remained silent.

Because he suddenly realized that he couldn’t imagine Wen Fan marrying another girl.

The young man has a soft temper, so Shao Yisui doesn’t know what kind of girl is suitable for him.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Wen Fan was the friend he had taken care of since childhood, and he was not even willing to say a harsh word. Should he let Wen Fan marry another girl and take care of other girls?

Not only do you have to take care of others, but you also have to sleep in the same bed with others, do that kind of thing together, and become a father in the future.

Shao Yisui thought of this and felt scratchy and aggrieved. He couldn’t explain the reason for this aggrievedness.

After a long silence, he spoke again: “I haven’t found a suitable marriage partner.”

Wen Fan: “Do you want to ask someone to…”

“Fan Fan.”

Shao Yisui interrupted him and then said something that even he thought might be crazy.

“Marry me.”

Wen Fan was pulled into a hug, and the familiar clean scent filled his nostrils, a fragrance he had known for many years.

He was taken aback, “Shao Yisui, is that you?”

The man didn’t respond. Slowly, he let go of Sheng Duo, straightened up in embarrassment, and kicked him hard again.

Sheng Duo fell to the ground, coughing painfully, a row of red “piano keys” imprinted on his right cheek.

It was so absurdly funny that Wen Fan couldn’t help but chuckle, though he knew it wasn’t the appropriate time to burst into laughter. So he turned his face away.

Sheng Duo was extremely dizzy, with a nosebleed.

“Who the hell are you?”

Shao Yisui didn’t bother with niceties. His mind was solely focused on the way Wen Fan had been cornered earlier, so he kicked Sheng Duo again.

“Go back and ask your father.”

Sheng Duo seemed to have just gotten a clear view of Shao Yisui’s appearance and didn’t know whether he recognized him or not. Anyway, he stumbled to his feet, wiping his nosebleed.

He still wanted to see Wen Fan, but when Shao Yisui fixed him with a cold gaze, his legs turned weak, and he hurriedly left the piano store.

Soon, the supercar at the door disappeared.

The piano studio fell silent.

Wen Fan wanted to laugh at Sheng Duo’s appearance but refrained. He chuckled, but before he could fully indulge, he felt a tap on his forehead.

Perhaps because he was genuinely upset, Shao Yisui’s touch was a bit forceful.

Wen Fan flinched, but Shao Yisui seemed more agitated than him. His movements softened instantly, but his tone remained harsh.

“Why do you always attract such trash? I haven’t seen you for a few days, and everyone is swarming around you like flies.”

Wen Fan evaded his touch. “What? Stop talking nonsense.”

Shao Yisui didn’t let him go, pulling him close, pinching his cheek, and whispered, “Am I talking nonsense? How many times do they come here? I can’t stand girls chasing after you, and now these men too?”

His tone turned colder, almost disgusted. “There aren’t many decent people in this circle. You don’t understand. If you encounter them again in the future, stay away.”

Wen Fan stopped struggling, blinked, and nodded. “Got it.”

Shao Yisui couldn’t comprehend, but Wen Fan understood perfectly well why he was entangled with these people. They could tell at a glance that he was one of them. His preference for men was a secret to Shao Yisui but not to them.

“If any man dares to touch you again, I’ll deal with him.”

Wen Fan smiled, “Aren’t you a man?”

Shao Yisui pinched his cheek, and at those words, he hugged him tighter, gritting his teeth, “How can you compare me to them? Are you really comparing me to those people?”

There was a particularly sensitive spot on Wen Fan’s waist, and Shao Yisui touched it without hesitation, causing Wen Fan to tremble.

Patting him, Shao Yisui said, “Let go, stop causing trouble.”

Shao Yisui lowered his gaze, glancing at the young man’s red ears, and chuckled, “What’s wrong, Wen Fan? Are you so embarrassed that I hugged your waist?”

Not only that.

Shao Yisui’s voice dropped, sending shivers down Wen Fan’s spine, as if he had been electrified.

Wen Fan pushed him away, breaking free from his embrace.

“So noisy, the cake hasn’t been made yet. Can’t you let me celebrate your birthday?”

“Of course, I’m here to pick you up.”

Wen Fan pushed Shao Yi’s shoulder lightly as he walked out.

“Go drive, I’m closing.”

Shao Yisui ruffled his hair before leaving with satisfaction.

Wen Fan’s hair was of particularly good quality and felt like satin. Shao Yisui loves to play with it.

–

On the way back, Wen Fan was inexplicably silent, and kept looking at the street scene receding outside the car window.

This was not the first time that something like this happened today. Wen Fan thought that he was calm enough to accept Shao Yisui’s disgust towards homosexuality without changing his expression.

But deep down, he knew he couldn’t. Those words not only pierced through people like Sheng Duo but also him.

Wen Fan had known his sexual orientation early on. He was sure he liked men and had been infatuated with Shao Yisui, his childhood friend, for three years in high school. He was naive back then, always believing that his feelings would someday come to light.

It wasn’t until Shao Yisui took over the Shao family’s power at the age of twenty-four that things changed.

A young man in power inevitably attracted countless admirers, especially someone as outstanding as Shao Yisui. Everyone admired him, men and women alike.

During that time, Shao Yisui collaborated with the Qiao family and encountered a peculiar admirer—the former chairman of Qiao’s, who was fifty-eight years old at the time.

Most elites knew that the old chairman of Qiao liked men. He was very picky and had a fixed preference for tall, robust men like Shao Yisui. However, no one expected him to be so bold. What seemed like mere socializing and drinking on the surface was actually a same-sex gathering.

Wen Fan didn’t know what Shao Yisui witnessed there. All he knew was that the old chairman was hospitalized by Shao Yisui and remained in the hospital for less than six months.

The partnership between the two families was completely shattered. Despite Qiao’s persistence, Shao Yisui relentlessly pursued and eliminated them all.

Wen Fan remembered Shao Yisui’s words at that time: “I’ve never seen such a disgusting circle.”

Later, someone joked about the incident, saying that the impact of the live broadcast was greater than that of a short film, and they were sure that Mr. Shao would be psychologically affected after watching it.

Wen Fan tried to ask, but Shao Yisui always brushed it off, saying it was disgusting and advising him to stay away from that circle and those people. So, Wen Fan never asked again.

That unrequited love ended that year, and he knew it was impossible for him and Shao Yisui to be together.

“What were you thinking about that made you so distracted for so long?”

When Wen Fan snapped out of his reverie, the car had already pulled into the courtyard, and the garage door was slowly opening.

“Why are you still thinking about it? You’ve snapped out of it.”

Shao Yisui parked the car, hooked Wen Fan’s shoulder, and they walked out together. Seeing Wen Fan still silent, he tapped his forehead.

“No.” Wen Fan explained, “I was a bit sleepy on the road. Just needed some fresh air to wake up. You drive so smoothly, it’s almost hypnotic.”

Shao Yisui laughed but didn’t say anything. He twirled Wen Fan’s hair with his fingers.

Wen Fan had been to Shao Yisui’s house many times. As soon as they entered, he changed into slippers with ease. Aunt Liu, wearing an apron, greeted him with a smile.

“Fan Fan’s here.”

Wen Fan smiled back, “Aunt Liu.”

Aunt Liu happily took the items from his hands. “We’ve been looking forward to your visit. Both Mr. Shao and I miss you terribly. It would be wonderful if you could stay here for a few days. The house feels empty without you.”

Aunt Liu came from the Shao family’s old house and was like an elder to both Wen Fan and Shao Yisui, watching them grow up. She used to address him as Mr. Wen, similar to how she addressed Shao Yisui. Wen Fan didn’t like it, so he asked Aunt Liu to call him Fan Fan instead.

Though Aunt Liu complied with his request, she couldn’t seem to shake off using the formal “you” when addressing him.

Wen Fan replied, “I’ll definitely come over and stay when the piano studio isn’t too busy.”

Hearing this, Shao Yisui chuckled and said, “You just came over, and then you are already thinking of leaving? After dinner, I might just lock you in my room.”

Wen Fan gave him a kick while wearing slippers.

It was so gentle that the person didn’t feel any pain from the kick, but instead dropped his slipper.

Shao Yisui raised his eyebrows, and when he stretched out his feet to put on his slippers, he squatted down and snatched them away first.

These slippers are Wen Fan’s, white-rabbit style, soft and clean. Shao Yisui bought a lot of things for Wen Fan when he first bought this residence.

He held the slipper in his one hand and teased Wen Fan: “Want to kick me, right? Just call me Gege and I’ll give you the shoe.”

Wen Fan: “…”

“Shao Yi, please don’t make trouble.”

The man raised his head and lowered his tone, thinking of teasing him.

After leaving the hotel, Secretary Qin sent Wen Fan home. He had to go to the piano store for lessons the next day and had no time to accompany Shao Yi to continue fooling around.

After getting out of the car downstairs, Shao Yi leaned on the back seat of the Maybach and looked at him sideways.

Wen Fan leaned down and lightly tapped on the car window, instructing, “Remember to have Aunt Liu make sobering soup for you when you get back, drink it before sleeping.”

Perhaps feeling the effects of the alcohol, Shao Yisui’s face was calm but slightly flushed. He nodded silently.

Wen Fan turned to leave.

“Fan Fan.”

Shao Yi Sui suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

Wen Fan looked at him in confusion, and Shao Yi Sui said, “Rest early,” before letting go.

The young man’s eyes were round and his eyes were long and narrow at the ends, like a cat’s. The amber-like pupils reflected the dim yellow light of the street lamps, very beautiful.

“You go back and rest too. It’s late, and Secretary Qin should be off work as well.”

Shao Yisui suddenly chuckled, lifted his hand as if to flick him, but Wen Fan dodged.

“You worry about Secretary Qin every day. What about worrying about me?”

“You still need me to worry about you? Alright, Mr.Shao, stop teasing, I’m leaving.”

This time Shao Yi Sui didn’t stop him, and Wen Fan didn’t look back either.

The summer air in Yuncheng was heavy with heat, and cicadas chirped loudly.

On the way back, Shao Yi received a call from the old couple, which was a mess. The main purpose was to scold him for not giving face to the Su family.

Shao Yisui casually tossed his phone onto the seat of the car, closed his eyes to rest, not listening to a single word.

Secretary Qin drove the car, and Elder Mr. Shao’s words kept coming from the mobile phone. Secretary Qin thought to himself that Mr. Shao’s coming to this dinner today was the greatest honor he had given the Su family.

Who knows how long the call lasted, but the person on the other end finally realized that his disobedient son wasn’t listening at all.

Elder Mr. Shao, over fifty years old and still vigorous, raised his voice, “What’s wrong with that woman from the Su family? Can’t she compare to you? Only you can choose? Your third brother already gave me a grandson. You…”

The man impatiently rolled down the car window, interrupting him, “Didn’t the third brother give you a grandson? The Shao family isn’t going to die out.”

“You rascal!” Elder Mr. Shao cursed, “With your stinking attitude, you’ll be a bachelor for the rest of your life!”

Seeing that father and son were about to quarrel, Mrs. Shao quickly took the phone and scolded Elder Mr. Shao in a low voice, “Look at you, talking about him. Whose bad temper do you think he got?

Elder Mr. Shao was scolded by his wife and shut his mouth awkwardly.

Mrs. Shao was a gentle person, but she could handle her stubborn husband like a donkey. She said with concern, “Yisui, I know you have your own ideas, but life isn’t lived like this. You and your father were the same when you were young. Once you start working, you don’t care about anything else. I feel sorry for you when you are busy day and night and don’t even come home.”

Speaking is an art, and it is obvious that the old man does not understand it.

Both father and son were the same, easygoing but stubborn, preferring coaxing over forcing. And Mrs. Shao could handle her stubborn husband, just as she could her stubborn son.

Shao Yisui didn’t directly hang up the phone, but he didn’t respond either.

Mrs. Shao said, “Before your father and I got married, he was already set in his ways, coming home only once every two weeks, full of problems, headaches, stomach problems, and when it got serious, he’d need to be hooked up to an IV every two to three days. I don’t want to see you like this. We’re not by your side, how can we feel relieved when we are not with you? “

“I also want someone to take you home. You are so stubborn now, but you will understand after you get married.”

This is not the first time the old lady has said these words, and it is not the first time Shao Yisui has heard them.

But for some reason, perhaps because he had been drinking, he didn’t resist these words as much this time, and many fragments flashed through his mind like slides.

He whispered, “Isn’t Wen Fan still here? He’ll take care of me.”

Mrs. Shao chuckled, “You must be drunk. Fan Fan is a friend, not a partner. Can you keep Fan Fan by your side forever? Now Fan Fan is taking care of you, but what about after he gets married? Stop being silly.”

Mrs. Shao and Wen Fan’s mother were close friends, and she understood Wen Fan’s gentle nature and her own son’s unreasonable dominance. So she couldn’t help but say a word or two when it came up.

Shao Yisui was indeed a little drunk, his words were muddled, but with Mrs. Shao’s reminder, he suddenly sobered up a bit.

The fragments of memories were now clear in his mind, all of Wen Fan’s beautiful and gentle appearances.

“In any case, consider it carefully. That girl from the Su family is indeed good, relationships are cultivated, you know. Think about it, Ruan Ruan has a good personality and likes you. After you get married and live together day and night, won’t that be nice? You’ll have someone with you for every meal, someone to care about what you like to eat and what you don’t, how can you not want to go home?”

“It will be even more different when you have children…”

Shao Yisui didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation. He was lost in thought.

He was thinking that if Wen Fan could live with him, it would be great. Having him by his side every day, he would definitely be willing to go home.

Wen Fan had such a gentle personality, Shao Yisui could almost imagine those scenes.

When the piano shop closes at seven o’clock, the young man will always go home first. The villa becomes warm and cozy because there is one more person. Wen Fan likes to read. When he comes back from the company, he will see the young man sitting on the sofa obediently. Read poetry collections and maybe prose, he must be quiet and well-behaved.

Wen Fan never liked making noise.

Maybe Wen Fan met someone else eating at the piano store that day, so he wanted to have a grilled fish cake himself, and Shao Yisui was willing to leave his busy work to make it for him.

Of course, he might not do it well, but Wen Fan wouldn’t mind, he would only smile and take the kitchen utensils from his hand, pushing his shoulder to make him leave.

Or perhaps, Wen Fan would be willing to sleep in the same bed as him. They had been like this since childhood, eating and living together, the most familiar people to each other.

Shao Yisui liked the smell on Wen Fan’s body, it was a very light fruity fragrance, like grapefruit, full and ripe berry scent, slightly bitter and sweet, every time he smelled that scent, he would feel very calm inside.

If he could sleep with Wen Fan in his arms, he wouldn’t have trouble sleeping.

“Yisui, are you listening?”

Shao Yi Sui only heard this sentence, and he replied, “Hmm.”

“I’ll consider it.”

Mrs. Shao didn’t know what else to say.

After hanging up the phone, Shao Yisui’s eyes paused, suddenly noticing that Wen Fan had sent him a message.

The pinned message box was labeled “Fan Fan.”

—Drinking again? How much did you drink?

—I’ll come over later.

Wen Fan’s avatar was a small orange cat squatting in the grass, quietly basking in the sun, just like him, warm and adorable.

Shao Yisui really wanted to call Wen Fan and listen to his voice.

This impulse came suddenly, he was about to dial it out, but then hesitated. He thought Wen Fan must be getting ready to sleep now, the young man has always been always very disciplined.

So Shao Yisui swallowed the impulse.

The Maybach smoothly glided off the road, like a speeding cheetah in the dark night.

Shao Yisui propped up his head, thoughts of what Wen Fan had said flashing through his mind. What the young man told him always made sense, so he had to listen.

When he got out of the car, Shao Yisui casually took out a card from his wallet and handed it to Secretary Qin, saying, “This is a red envelope for your child. Go back early.”

Secretary Qin was pleasantly surprised.

Back at the villa, Aunt Liu was still awake, and she smelled the alcohol on him, so she went to make sobering soup without him having to order.

Shao Yisui walked upstairs, unbuttoning his shirt as he went, intending to toss it on the ground, but then he remembered Wen Fan’s words about not littering clothes.

Wen Fan didn’t let him throw clothes around.

Shao Yisui stood still for a moment, then neatly folded the tie and put it away in the wardrobe, patting it afterward, looking very satisfied.

He forgot that Wen Fan also said not to put worn clothes back.

Shao Yisui was drunk, more drunk than he was at the hotel.

Aunt Liu soon brought up the sobering soup, seeing the man sitting on the sofa, holding his head.

She whispered, “Mr. Shao, drink this before sleeping.”

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

There is a consensus among the upper circles of YunchengTranslator's Note:Yúnchéng 云城, cheng refers to city. 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 Liu XiahuiTranslator's Note:柳下惠 Liǔxià Huì: He was a man of eminent virtue, and is said on one occasion to have held a lady in his lap without the slightest imputation on his moral character. 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.