Chapter 48

Inside the restroom cubicle, the person inside didn’t realize someone was still standing outside, continuing to flirt and quarrel.

“If I weren’t more enthusiastic, Mr. Han probably would have forgotten about me long ago.”

“Don’t overthink things.”

“Why? Are you still denying it? Who doesn’t know there’s someone kept at your house? Mr. Han dotes on and cherishes him. I dare not compare myself to him—hey, did I say something wrong? Mr. Han, I’m sorry, don’t go…”

From the cubicle came the sounds of two people shoving and arguing, the door banging twice as if being bumped into.

Yan Zhao listened outside, half-closing his eyes, a smirk on his lips.

It seems that the relationship between Han Yuxuan and Ning Yunfan isn’t as good as described in the book. One cheats outside, while the other pines for an unrequited love. They really are a match made in heaven.

With a bang, the door was kicked open, colliding with the adjacent cubicle. A tall figure walked out, his already unpleasant face turning even darker, as black as charcoal, upon seeing Yan Zhao.

Han Yuxuan kicked the edge of the sink and put his hands in his pockets: “Is it fun to eavesdrop?”

His lover from the cubicle rushed out, looking panicked. “You’re… Yan Zhao. What are you doing here? How much did you hear?!”

Han Yuxuan impatiently shouted at him, “Are you going to speak or not?!”

His lover shrank in fear, taking two steps back.

Yan Zhao thought to himself, Han Yuxuan wasn’t faithful to Ning Yunfan, nor was he gentle with his lover. He wasn’t suitable as a partner or even as a benefactor.

Han Yuxuan’s leg was still perched on the edge of the sink counter, with his leather shoes barely an inch away from Yan Zhao.

Yan Zhao wore a white coat, the style he liked, and he couldn’t help but feel repulsed by the real deal’s legs.

He shifted to the side, saying, “I’m not interested in your affairs. I’m leaving, goodbye.”

“Wanna leave?” Han Yuxuan withdrew his leg, grabbing Yan Zhao’s shoulder. “Give me your phone.”

“I didn’t bring it!” Yan Zhao tried to break free, but Han Yuxuan’s grip was strong, unmoving on his shoulder.

Yan Zhao’s shoulder started to ache.

Han Yuxuan sneered, “You say you didn’t bring it, but did you forget about calling Yunfan? I haven’t forgotten about that.”

Last time at the bar, Han Yuxuan wanted a threesome, so Yan Zhao immediately called Ning Yunfan. It must have been quite disastrous for him.

Yan Zhao smiled at him, “I tried to lead you back on the right path, you should thank me for that. But it seems you haven’t changed your ways, so I won’t accept any repayment for my efforts.”

The pressure on his shoulder intensified, the pain spreading from it. In his mind, Yan Zhao cursed Han Yuxuan countless times, but he managed to maintain a calm expression, appearing indifferent to the pain.

Yan Zhao continued, “If you’re so afraid of Ning Yunfan finding out about your affairs, then why engage in them in the first place?”

He glanced at Han Yuxuan’s lover, who had good looks and figure, a minor celebrity within certain circles. If Ning Yunfan were to find out about them, it would be incredibly awkward.

Han Yuxuan sneered, “Just a little plaything I keep, am I afraid of him?”

Yan Zhao: “…”

The main character in the original novel is a scumbag. Though not as extreme as those heartless lovers depicted in online novels, he still proves his love through abuse. Even though he eventually chased after his wife at the crematorium, Yan Zhao still wanted to chop this idiot into pieces.

Yan Zhao added, “I’ve said I didn’t bring my phone. If you don’t believe me, what will it take for you to let me go?”

Han Yuxuan lifted his chin, “Strip.”

Yan Zhao’s temples throbbed, and he emptied his pockets, calmly saying, “I advise you not to go too far.”

“Get this straight, I’m the one in control here,” Han Yuxuan chuckled as he assessed him. “I tell you to strip, you strip.”

Beside him, Han Yuxuan’s lover looked on with malicious glee. Yan Zhao took a deep breath, his fingers curling and then straightening, saying, “Fine.”

Han Yuxuan leisurely examined Yan Zhao, the young man biting his lip, his dark eyes filled with humiliation and resentment. Rather than boosting his confidence, it only added a touch of allure.

The pleasure derived from humiliating someone is different from ordinary sexual activities. When he first got Ning Yunfan, he also crushed him to the bottom, shattered his bones, and then pieced him back together by hand…

But Yan Zhao…

Thinking of Shen Yuanting’s poker face, and recalling Ning Yunfan’s unhidden admiration whenever “Senior Shen” was mentioned, Han Yuxuan almost wanted to rush forward and completely destroy Yan Zhao.

His face darkened. “Hurry up and strip.”

Yan Zhao gave him a cold glance as he removed his coat, then turned to Han Yuxuan’s lover, saying, “Come and take it, it’s custom-made, worth a hundred thousand. Don’t mess it up.”

The greedy little thing.

Han Yuxuan sneered disdainfully. “Take it for him.”

The lover walked up to Yan Zhao, but as his fingers touched the fabric, his wrist suddenly hurt. Yan Zhao grabbed his arm, then fiercely struck his back with his other hand, sending the lover stumbling aside, right into Han Yuxuan’s arms!

It seems learning martial arts with Xiao Dou was useful! Thanks to this newbie classmate!

Yan Zhao threw his coat over both of them, then dashed out. Along the way, he saw a janitor mopping the floor with a bucket nearby. He grabbed the bucket and splashed the pursuing individuals with the dirty water.

The filthy water poured down from above, carrying a foul smell. Han Yuxuan braked urgently but still got splashed in the face, looking as nauseated as a rabbit being wiped by a bear.

That darn little celebrity!

Han Yuxuan was burning with rage, soaked in dirty water but still chasing after. However, he realized that even if he managed to corner Yan Zhao in the dance floor, it might be too late to salvage the situation! He let him slip away again!

Yet, the expected scene didn’t happen. Yan Zhao not only didn’t escape but also waited openly in the corridor.

And the man standing beside him was none other than Han Yuxuan’s archenemy, Shen Yuanting.

Yan Zhao, feeling confident, taunted him, “Is the mopping water tasty? Does it suit your stomach just right?”

Han Yuxuan was furious, “You rascal!”

Shen Yuanting lightly flicked Yan Zhao’s forehead, “Don’t get too cocky.”

His flick was as light as a kitten’s paw, but Yan Zhao dodged backward, tiptoed to loop his arms around Shen Yuanting’s neck from behind, and complained, “Yuanting, President Shen, he made me take off my clothes! My favorite coat got dirty!”

With their chests pressed tightly against each other, Shen Yuanting felt the rapid and intense heartbeat coming from Yan Zhao, as if he were still in panic. Below his collarbone, there lay a solid ring, hand-picked by Shen Yuanting himself.

Shen Yuanting stared at Han Yuxuan, his light-colored irises ablaze, “Take off your clothes? Whose clothes were you planning to help take off?”

…

In the restroom, Han Yuxuan’s lover cowered in fear, clutching Yan Zhao’s white coat tightly.

Yan Zhao pulled at the collar, checking if there were any marks on the shoulder.

This body seemed particularly prone to leaving marks. During intimate moments with Shen Yuanting, it always ended up with a bunch of small hickeys, but they faded quickly.

After giving Han Yuxuan a beating, Shen Yuanting emerged from the stall and coincidentally saw his beloved celebrity tearing a hole in his T-shirt, revealing a large patch of snow-white shoulder.

Approaching closer, he could even see the handprints on it.

Shen Yuanting’s expression darkened as he took off his coat and draped it over Yan Zhao’s shoulders.

Shen Yuanting: “Coat’s on.”

Yan Zhao grabbed the collar of the coat, looking into the mirror, “That’s how the big shots in movies wear their coats.”

Shen Yuanting patted his buttocks, “Real men wear it like this too.”

A faint blush appeared on Yan Zhao’s face as he rubbed his face against Shen Yuanting’s, like a cat marking its territory.

Seeing them about to leave, Han Yuxuan’s lover anxiously spoke up, “Um, the coat!”

Having gone through all that, Yan Zhao associated the coat with Han Yuxuan and didn’t want it anymore, so he said, “Just toss it.”

The person nodded awkwardly.

With a clattering noise, Han Yuxuan pushed the door open, clutching his abdomen, his voice raspy as if it had been scraped over sandpaper, “Wait!”

Yan Zhao turned back, “Do you have any last words?”

Han Yuxuan took a deep breath, sweeping a malicious glance at Shen Yuanting and Yan Zhao, and said, “Don’t you want to know what kind of person your good Mr. Shen is behind closed doors?”

Yan Zhao immediately sensed the intention to sow discord and replied, “No, you should kneel down and behave.”

Han Yuxuan held his breath, then let it all out: “He and I are no different. He’s only good to you because you’re innocent and cute. You don’t know his true colors. When you find out the truth, you’ll regret it for sure!”

Yan Zhao, filled with anger, moved forward and aimed a kick at Han Yuxuan’s lower body.

Finally, the world fell silent.

Yan Zhao hugged Shen Yuanting’s arm, clinging to him like a koala, and said, “Yuanting, let’s go.”

Shen Yuanting glanced coldly at the sprawled Han Yuxuan, then hugged Yan Zhao’s waist. It was like a king cobra biting its prey, poking its head out to snatch a rose from the bushes, proudly returning to its den.

Yan Zhao signaled goodbye to Director Yu and the others. Director Yu looked at the man beside Yan Zhao, smiling knowingly, while Zhong Ling’s expression showed a mix of worry and anger. It wasn’t until Yan Zhao checked his phone that he understood what was on her mind.

Zhong Ling: [Brother, don’t get involved with him. I can’t believe he’s a married man. You can’t pursue a CEO, let alone a manager of an Oolong tea factory like him!!]

Yan Zhao: […What manager did you say he was?]

Zhong Ling: [Isn’t he in charge of an Oolong Tea company? The one you endorse, Xiao Dou told me!]

Yan Zhao: …

Xiao Dou, are you so honest and innocent-looking that you can lie without blushing?!

After Zhong Ling signed a confidentiality agreement, Yan Zhao thought for a moment and told her: [He is my husband.]

Zhong Ling: [Brother Yan, even though you can call him that, until he divorces, he’s still someone else’s husband! You can’t deceive yourself like this!]

Yan Zhao: …

Being seen as a devoted mistress! But his wife is clearly me!

Forget it, no need to explain, my heart is so tired…

…

In the bathroom, steam fills the air.

Water splashes, as warm water cascades down from the edge of the bathtub.

“The water… it feels strange…”

“It’s rising…”

“Can you stop for a moment and let me rest… please, Ge…”

Yan Zhao’s arm rested on the bathtub’s edge, his brow slightly furrowed, with a mist covering his dark eyes, and droplets on his eyelashes, whether from the steam or tears, it’s hard to tell.

Shen Yuanting demanded too much today; his throat is almost unable to make a sound.

Yan Zhao: “Can’t you consider me for tomorrow’s press conference?”

He signed the endorsement deal with Yuanzhao Group for the drone, so he must attend the press conference.

Shen Yuanting leaned in to kiss his earlobe: “You don’t have to speak. Just sit by my side.”

Yan Zhao turned around and pushed him away: “My back is almost breaking. Are you going to carry me to the press conference?!”

Shen Yuanting grabbed his hand: “I don’t mind. I wish everyone knew you belong to me.”

The man’s eyes drooped, captivating like the sea on a sunny day, yet hiding risks.

Yan Zhao’s eye lashes trembled: “…If you’re good to me for a lifetime, I’ll follow you for a lifetime too.”

Shen Yuanting caressed his face gently: “Alright.” Then he thrust into him fiercely once more.

The sea surged, and engulfed him.