Chapter 11

Shen Yuanting turned to the side and coldly watched as Han Yuxuan missed his target, stumbling out of the door like an independent rooster.

Sheng Xin, caught off guard and being hugged, exclaimed, “What the hell, I’m not your little baby, don’t cling to me!”

Ignoring Sheng Xin’s miserable cry, Shen Yuanting walked straight towards Yan Zhao, who was standing still on the side.

The young man had fair cheeks with a hint of blush, and his lips were naturally moist. After locking eyes with him for a moment, Yan Zhao’s black pupils flickered and looked behind him.

Yan Zhao seemed a bit guilty and asked, “Did he tell you?”

Shen Yuanting ignored the question, his voice deep and heavy, “I’ve been waiting.”

Yan Zhao knew what he was referring to. He had sent text messages to two people, Ning Yunfan and Shen Yuanting.

To the former, he wrote a detailed address and even added some provocative remarks, afraid that he wouldn’t come; to the latter, he only wrote, [I’ve been blocked at the bar, I’ll come back after I resolve it], without even asking “What should I do?” or providing an address.

Because he never intended for Shen Yuanting to come and save him. When new and old loves (?) gather together, it’s easy to cause intense chemical reactions that would leave him shattered. But Yan Zhao was afraid of being misunderstood if he told him the truth.

Yan Zhao glared at Sheng Xin blatantly. Wasn’t he the one who said that the figure at the bar counter looked familiar? It was him, right? How could he not notify Shen Yuanting when his best friend’s partner went to the bar alone?

Shen Yuanting glanced at the two people fighting behind him and sneered lightly, saying to Yan Zhao, “Tell me in advance next time.”

Yan Zhao nodded on the surface and spoke softly, showing weakness, “I understand, don’t be angry.” But he didn’t take those words to heart.

He was the kind of person who only knew what to do and what not to do when he was hurt.

After Han Yuxuan and Sheng Xin finished their argument and had sobered up a bit, Han Yuxuan covered his eye, which had been punched, and angrily exclaimed, “Yan Zhao, are you playing with me? What happened to the promised threesome? This isn’t the fair-skinned, long-legged person I wanted!”

Sheng Xin was also indignant, “Lao Shen, it’s time for you to see his true colors. With their behavior, who would believe there’s no affair going on?”

Both of them launched an attack on Yan Zhao, but it didn’t bother him at all.

“You’re slandering me without any shame,” Yan Zhao hid behind Shen Yuanting, feeling confident, as if he were a high-ranking official being accused by someone kneeling in front of him.

Sheng Xin was furious, “Who the hell is slandering you? Do you even know where you are? This is a place for drinking, picking up girls, and having sex! If you’re innocent, you shouldn’t have come here to play. Why don’t you go to a café to discuss business instead?”

Shen Yuanting rubbed his temples and said, “Sheng Xin, don’t forget who saved Ying Hongyu.”

Sheng Xin’s mouth hung open, not knowing what to say. Whether he said it or not, it wouldn’t change anything. Gratitude is gratitude, but he couldn’t tolerate Yan Zhao taking advantage of Shen Yuanting.

“I’ll explain the specifics to you later,” Shen Yuanting said, “You haven’t spent much time with Yan Zhao, he’s not what you think he is.”

Han Yuxuan laughed cunningly, “Shen Yuanting, you’re the one who doesn’t understand the situation. Do you know why he came here? It’s to exchange his body for benefits. He has done this countless times!”

What the hell, clearly, it was you, Teddy Gong^[1]泰迪攻(tàidí gōng)=Teddy Gong, Teddy-style boyfriends. , which describes a boyfriend who is very clingy and clings to his girlfriend to do intimate gestures., who invited him here and then proposed the ‘invitation,’ right? Although he stayed, it’s not for a transaction!

Yan Zhao frowned and looked at Shen Yuanting, trying to explain, “I’m not! You’ll understand in a while.”

“Hmm,” Shen Yuanting’s expression was calm, like a mountain after a drizzle, shrouded in a thin layer of mist, making it difficult to see his true face.

However, Han Yuxuan felt like he had caught a handle, and said arrogantly, “Wait? I want to see what you can wait for!”

“Wait for someone…” Yan Zhao’s gaze went beyond his figure, fixed on the person behind the door with a pale face, “whom you like.”

Han Yuxuan turned around in confusion, and that person bit his lip, his clear eyes filled with tears, like dewdrops on a lotus, but he stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

Ning Yunfan said, “Han Yuxuan, is this your preference? Do you have no conscience, sneaking around outside and still wanting me to come over to accompany you?”

“Yunfan, it’s not like that!” Han Yuxuan felt like he had been struck by lightning, reaching out to grab Ning Yunfan’s shoulder, but he dodged.

The situation seemed to have reversed not long ago.  Shen Yuanting believed Yan Zhao, while Ning Yunfan didn’t believe Han Yuxuan.

Ning Yunfan gave him a punch, and said, “We’re breaking up,” and ran out of the bar. Han Yuxuan, full of resentment, glared at Yan Zhao before chasing after him. The two figures quickly disappeared.

Such a melodramatic scene in a tragic story. Although he didn’t sleep with Han Yuxuan, Yan Zhao successfully became the malicious supporting character hindering the development of the main couple! Reward yourself with a small red flower!

Yan Zhao took a sip of the wine, the bittersweet taste rolling down his throat, bringing a wave of heat.

Yan Zhao patted his own face, feeling a bit… warm?

“Am I drunk?” Yan Zhao tugged at Shen Yuanting’s sleeve, raising his head to ask.

Sheng Xin was speechless, “If you ask that question, you’re definitely drunk.”

Yan Zhao glared at him fiercely, then held Shen Yuanting’s hand, and pressed his face against it, “Feel it, is it hot?”

The skin under his palm was smooth and delicate, like the finest silk.

Seeing no reaction from him, Yan Zhao took the initiative to nuzzle, like a docile cat. The faint blush on his face had become more vivid, like rouge being applied, carrying the sweet scent of cosmetics.

Something was wrong.

Shen Yuanting’s thumb wiped the corner of his lip, moving just a bit closer to touch those soft petals.

Glancing at the champagne-colored glass filled with ice, Shen Yuanting asked, “What are you drinking?”

Yan Zhao mentioned a name, adding, “Non-alcoholic.”

Shen Yuanting glanced at the old customer, Sheng Xin. The latter said, “This indeed has no alcohol. It’s made with soda water and lemon juice. I usually offer this to the ladies when I come to play.”

“And what about you?” Shen Yuanting lowered his eyes, his voice softer, as if afraid to disturb the blossoming flowers.

“I don’t know…” Yan Zhao tightly held his hand, pressing his face against it, “Your hand is so cool.”

Sheng Xin took a sip of the drink, tasted it, and frowned, “The taste isn’t that different…”

Shen Yuanting coldly said, “Why don’t you use a straw?”

“???” Sheng Xin said, “Which man drinks with a straw??? You—” His eyelids twitched, and Yan Zhao had already nestled into Shen Yuanting’s arms.

“Sorry.” Sheng Xin expressionlessly put down his drink. “I was the one who drank later. Your wife hasn’t been contaminated by me, so please rest assured, boss.”

Shen Yuanting frowned, the breath from the young man at his neck was warm and moist, like a ripe fruit, emitting a decadent fruity fragrance.

“Handle it yourself.” Shen Yuanting heartlessly said, picking up Yan Zhao and walking away.

Sheng Xin couldn’t figure it out, “Hey hey hey? We haven’t solved the mystery yet!” Realizing something was amiss, he looked at the alcohol with a strange gaze, sighed while making a call, “Unbelievable, I can’t believe I’m witnessing Lao Shen being so affectionate!”