As Cen Zhisen entered, the first thing he noticed was the bronze plaque at the entrance—

“To Yuan Venture Capital Fund”

It wasn’t there the last time he visited; it must have been put up recently.

The golden logo on the background wall behind the front desk was eye-catching. The cursive Chinese characters “致远” (To Yuan) intertwined, resembling a golden sun.

Cen Zhisen couldn’t help but take a closer look. “This logo design is quite unique.”

“I drew it casually,” Ning Zhiyuan said.

Cen Zhisen looked at him, somewhat surprised.

Ning Zhiyuan nodded. “It’s true.”

Cen Zhisen smiled. “Quite good.”

Once in the office, Ning Zhiyuan gestured for Cen Zhisen to make himself comfortable while he went to tidy up some documents at his desk.

Cen Zhisen stood by the window, looking outside. It was close to the end of the workday, and the twilight was enchanting, with the Cen An Corporation building right in front, bathed in the evening glow.

Lights in the building gradually lit up, creating a moment of spiritual joy. Suddenly, Cen Zhisen seemed to understand why Ning Zhiyuan mentioned knowing what time he went back.

Being observed and scrutinized by others was usually unpleasant.

But if that person was Ning Zhiyuan, this discomfort turned into a kind of helplessness mixed with sweetness. Cen Zhisen keenly felt the boiling warmth in his chest, making it swell.

Ning Zhiyuan looked up at his back, paused for two seconds, and called out, “What are you looking at, President Cen?”

Cen Zhisen turned around, standing by the window, a smile lifting the corners of his lips. “I’m looking at what Mr Yuan looks at.”

The afterglow of the sunset spread across half of his profile, enhancing the brightness of the laughter in his eyes.

Ning Zhiyuan lowered his gaze, smiling as he took the documents and sat on the sofa, motioning for Cen Zhisen. “Take a look at this.”

Cen Zhisen went over and sat down, casually flipping through the materials Ning Zhiyuan handed him.

These were compiled by someone at Ning Zhiyuan’s request—a list of fixed assets under his name, worth probably tens of billions.

“These were all given to me by dad before. I’ll return everything to you. If I give it to dad, he definitely won’t take it. I’ll give it to you instead,” Ning Zhiyuan said.

Cen Zhisen closed the file without finishing it, placing it back on the coffee table. “If Dad doesn’t want it, do you think I will? Do I lack these things? Since you’re willing to call him Dad, why do you have to return it?”

“One thing for one thing. I don’t want to take advantage of you. A few days ago, my parents said they originally planned to get a loan to buy a house for Cen Zhe after he graduates this year. Now they want to give the house to me, but I refused. I told them to keep the money and buy a better house for themselves. They don’t know that I still have so much from the Cen family under my name. If they find out, they’ll definitely be uneasy,” Ning Zhiyuan explained.

“Conditions are different, no need for a strict equivalence,” Cen Zhisen said, reminding him. “You return everything, and where are you going to live now? Did you return the place you’re currently living in?”

“I have another place,” Ning Zhiyuan explained. “A couple of years ago, I helped a friend who was in debt by buying his house. It has been vacant, and I can move there.”

“What’s the address?” Cen Zhisen asked.

Ning Zhiyuan casually mentioned the location, but Cen Zhisen disapproved, saying, “It’s too far. It’s inconvenient for you to commute. No, not okay.”

Ning Zhiyuan frowned.

Cen Zhisen said, “I’ll give you two choices: maintain the current situation or, as you said, return everything to me, and you move in with me. I’ll even charge you some rent if you accept the second choice.”

Ning Zhiyuan was already a bit tired, leaning back against the sofa, and in his gaze towards Cen Zhisen, there was a hint of laziness, perhaps with some other emotions.

Cen Zhisen draped one arm over the back of the sofa behind him, leaning closer. “Consider it?”

Ning Zhiyuan asked, “No third option?”

“No,” Cen Zhisen replied straightforwardly. “Transferring so many assets will incur quite a bit of tax. Should the money come from you or me? Let’s forget about it.”

“What if I accept your second option?” Ning Zhiyuan, leaning against the sofa, didn’t move, tilting his head. His eyes met Cen Zhisen’s, throwing the question back at him.

Their gazes collided and tangled. Cen Zhisen was a bit unsure whether Ning Zhiyuan was joking again. His original intention was just to dispel Ning Zhiyuan’s thoughts. He didn’t actually think Ning Zhiyuan would willingly move in with him. After all, in the past, to avoid him, Ning Zhiyuan preferred to study in two different countries, not seeing him for several years.

Not to mention, their current relationship was unclear.

“It’s possible,” Cen Zhisen followed Ning Zhiyuan’s lead, saying, “If you accept the second option, I’ll cover the transfer costs.”

Ning Zhiyuan was indeed in a dilemma. Most of the cash in his hands had been invested in this fund. The transfer tax money, if split between him and Cen Zhisen, he could barely manage. But Cen Zhisen’s clear attitude made it evident that he wouldn’t agree. He could only reconsider this after some time.

As for Cen Zhisen’s suggestion of living together, at least, it wasn’t the right time.

“Not now. Let’s maintain the current situation, and we’ll talk about it later,” he finally said.

He temporarily dispelled the thought. Cen Zhisen achieved his goal but expressed a slight regret, saying, “Alright.”

Ning Zhiyuan looked even more lazy. “Want to have dinner? What do you feel like eating?”

“Are you very tired?” Cen Zhisen stared into his eyes. “You seem a bit exhausted.”

“A bit,” Ning Zhiyuan admitted.

But when he was in public earlier, he maintained a lively appearance. Now, being alone with Cen Zhisen, he completely relaxed.

Cen Zhisen’s hand, draped over his back, moved down to his shoulder and lightly pinched. “Your muscles are too tense. Can I help you relax a bit?”

Ning Zhiyuan teased, “Do you also do this?”

“I can give it a try,” Cen Zhisen said.

Ning Zhiyuan didn’t mind. He laid down on the sofa as Cen Zhisen requested, choosing the most comfortable position. He closed his eyes slightly.

Cen Zhisen sat down beside him, his hand touching Ning Zhiyuan’s shoulder, lightly scraping with his fingertips before starting.

Ning Zhiyuan had taken off his suit jacket when he entered, wearing only a light blue shirt. The smooth, warm touch of skin under Cen Zhisen’s hand could be felt even through the fabric, making it irresistible.

“How’s the pressure?” he asked softly.

Ning Zhiyuan turned his head slightly, glanced at him through lowered eyelashes, and said, “It’s alright.”

“I contacted the CEO from the Shipping company you mentioned last time,” Cen Zhisen said while helping him relax. “He is indeed interested in the things from second Uncle. Dad also convinced second Uncle to agree to sell. We’ll discuss the details later.”

“Good. That saves you and dad some trouble. Tell your second Uncle not to cause any more trouble in the future, and dad can live more peacefully,” Ning Zhiyuan remarked.

“You played a crucial role,” Cen Zhisen said.

Ning Zhiyuan clicked his tongue. “I helped you and dad. Besides, I didn’t do much, just offered a suggestion.”

Cen Zhisen didn’t see it that way. Making that young and wealthy guy from Hongcheng purchase the assets from second Uncle was indeed because the guy was genuinely interested. Still, it was also due to Ning Zhiyuan’s face, and he didn’t excessively haggle over the price.

“You did talk to him, didn’t you?” Cen Zhisen asked.

“You even know about that?” Ning Zhiyuan didn’t deny. “I just said a word to him. Anyway, I won’t cheat him. The assets of your second Uncle’s company are indeed good. It’s just that your Uncle lacks the ability to manage them, keeping them would be a waste.”

“Alright,” Cen Zhisen recalled the tone the guy used when mentioning Ning Zhiyuan, not in the mood to discuss it further. “But I told you that you don’t need to worry about this matter.”

Ning Zhiyuan glanced at him again, seemingly thinking of something, smiled, and didn’t bother to say more.

Cen Zhisen’s hands moved over his back, slowly down along both sides of his spine, helping him relax inch by inch.

When he pressed a certain spot, perhaps because the muscles were too tense, it was a bit painful. Ning Zhiyuan groaned, and his voice went up a notch. Cen Zhisen’s hands paused for a moment, and he asked, “Does it hurt?”

Ning Zhiyuan inhaled. “A bit.”

“Sitting and standing for a long time, be careful about lumbar muscle strain,” Cen Zhisen reminded him. “You should exercise more in the future.”

“I have a gym at home, and I work out every week,” Ning Zhiyuan said.

“Alright,” Cen Zhisen responded casually, thinking about Ning Zhiyuan’s sound just now—it did sound pleasant.

When he reached the coccyx, Ning Zhiyuan felt a tingling sensation where Cen Zhisen’s fingertips touched. He lifted his eyelids and glanced at him again.

Cen Zhisen remained composed, resembling a gentleman.

His gaze turned towards Ning Zhiyuan. “What are you looking at?”

“Ge,” Ning Zhiyuan’s voice was infused with a smile, elongating the word, “Be gentler, okay.”

Cen Zhisen’s fingers circled around the base of his spine, pressed twice, and he satisfactorily listened to more charming low moans escaping from Ning Zhiyuan’s lips.

His hands moved past Ning Zhiyuan’s well-shaped butt, continuing to massage his legs.

Ning Zhiyuan had long and straight legs, with firm and powerful muscles on his thighs. The natural and smooth lines repeatedly hinted that this was the body of a mature, energetic, young man.

Merely through the touch of his palm, Cen Zhisen could imagine the appearance of this body in bed—a sexy and alluring physique covered in sticky warmth, the contours of the muscles following the rhythm of desire. When those long legs, if entwined around the waist or even shoulders, moved vigorously, it would undoubtedly have a unique charm.

As this scene lingered in his mind, Cen Zhisen remained composed, pressing and massaging from Ning Zhiyuan’s thighs down to his calves, trying to relax every muscle.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

Ning Zhiyuan, with narrowed eyes, emitted a nasal “Hmm.” Aside from those ambiguous thoughts, he even began to feel drowsy. It had to be admitted that Cen Zhisen’s technique was indeed good and not entirely motivated by ulterior motives.

Finally, Cen Zhisen’s hands went back to kneading his neck, helping him relax his cervical vertebrae.

After a moment, Ning Zhiyuan turned his head, reached back, and grabbed Cen Zhisen’s wrist, lightly tapping on the back of his hand. “That’s enough.”

Cen Zhisen’s fingers slowly traced the most sensitive spot behind his ear before retracting his hand.

Ning Zhiyuan sat up, twisted his neck, feeling significantly more comfortable.

Watching his movements, Cen Zhisen couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re quite skilled,” Ning Zhiyuan remarked.

The same words as that night, as if casually mentioned. Cen Zhisen had to admit, his ‘little brother’ was a master in matters of the heart. His play-hard-to-get routine was truly impeccable.

Ning Zhiyuan claimed to be a straight man, and Cen Zhisen believed it. After all, with the numerous female companions Ning Zhiyuan had around him, he had personally witnessed more than one or two.

But Ning Zhiyuan didn’t reject those close and ambiguous interactions with him. Even some words and actions that were considered excessive, Ning Zhiyuan accepted them all.

Regardless of Ning Zhiyuan’s intentions, Cen Zhisen didn’t mind, as long as the goal could be achieved.

Since that night’s kiss, he knew he had to be a thorough scoundrel.

Ning Zhiyuan had already stood up, putting on his suit again, and gestured back at him. “Shall we go?”

Cen Zhisen also stood up, took a step forward, and helped him straighten his shirt collar and tie.

Ning Zhiyuan’s lips carried a constant smile, looking amusedly at the person in front of him.

Cen Zhisen lifted his eyes, met his gaze, and calmly said, “Let’s go.”