“Nine,” Song Wenjing whispered in his ear, “We opened two boxes. Brother, can you guess where the last one went?”

The cold plastic packaging pressed against Shi Shaoyu’s abdomen, and Song Wenjing slid it upward, inch by inch.

He wasn’t sure why he had brought this thing back with him, but luckily, it ended up being useful.

Shi Shaoyu’s body stiffened, his hand trembling slightly. He turned his head to the side. “Wait, no, I have a meeting tonight. I need to start getting ready.”

“You’re teasing me when you’ve got things to do?” Song Wenjing lowered his head and bit into his neck.

Shi Shaoyu smelled so good. Song Wenjing’s eyes darkened.

He released his grip and stepped back a couple of paces, holding the object between his fingers with a smirk. “I’ll pick you up tonight.”

They exchanged phone numbers, and Song Wenjing got the location for Shi Shaoyu’s meeting.

The evening breeze was gentle, and Song Wenjing was in an exceptionally good mood as he drove.

Following the address Shi Shaoyu had sent, he found the private room where the meeting was taking place. When he opened the door, Shi Shaoyu was lying on a sofa, his face flushed, shirt disheveled, and being pinned down by another man.

“Damn it! Who’s the idiot interrupting my fun?” The man got up to curse at Song Wenjing, but before he could finish, Song Wenjing punched him square in the face.

Unable to contain his anger, Song Wenjing pressed the man’s head to the ground and punched him a few more times.

“President Chen, you’re disgusting,” Song Wenjing sneered coldly. “Messing with my man? You must have a death wish.”

Song Wenjing had recognized him as soon as he entered. It was Chen Wei, someone who had business dealings with his family.

Chen Wei recognized him too and was immediately horrified, “Young Master Song…”

Before he could say more, another person barged in, swinging a baseball bat down hard on Song Wenjing’s back.

Song Wenjing grunted in pain, feeling dizzy. But he had taken that hit on purpose.

The punches to his face that followed—also deliberate.

“Stop! Everyone stop!” Chen Wei shouted.

The scene became chaotic, filled with noise.

Ignoring Chen Wei’s calls to stay, Song Wenjing helped Shi Shaoyu off the sofa and smirked coldly, “President Chen, this isn’t over.”

Without waiting for further protest, he left the room with Shi Shaoyu.

The night breeze helped clear Shi Shaoyu’s head a little. Leaning heavily on Song Wenjing, his voice came out hoarse, “Thanks… Wenjing.”

“As long as you’re okay, brother,” Song Wenjing replied, his gaze checking for any marks on Shi Shaoyu’s body. He sighed in relief, realizing he hadn’t arrived too late.

“They… switched my drink,” Shi Shaoyu muttered, the scent of alcohol drifting from his lips.

Song Wenjing’s heart raced. He found himself irresistibly drawn to Shi Shaoyu’s pale lips, inching closer.

“Hmm?” Shi Shaoyu’s soft voice brought him back to his senses, and Song Wenjing quickly pulled away, using his thumb to wipe the alcohol from Shi Shaoyu’s lips.

He almost acted like a scoundrel.

If he had kissed him, how would he be any different from Chen Wei, who had taken advantage of the situation?

Shi Shaoyu’s intoxication worsened, and he could barely stand.

“Let me carry you, brother,” Song Wenjing offered gently. “If we drive back now, you’ll feel even worse.”

Shi Shaoyu gave a low hum in response. “Thank you.”

Carrying Shi Shaoyu on his back, Song Wenjing was filled with a sense of contentment as he listened to the steady rhythm of his breath.

Back at the Shi family home, Song Wenjing took care of Shi Shaoyu throughout the night.

Shi Bai had initially offered to help but ended up being nudged out by Song Wenjing.

When Shi Shaoyu woke up, Song Wenjing was still seated at the bedside, his handsome face marred by injuries and dark circles under his eyes.

Shi Shaoyu lowered his gaze. “You arrived just in time.”

“I’m sorry you got hurt because of me.” Shi Shaoyu reached out to touch the bruise on Song Wenjing’s lip.

Song Wenjing caught his wrist, staring directly into his eyes. “Brother, apply some ointment for me.”

It wasn’t until Shi Shaoyu nodded in agreement that Song Wenjing released his grip.

The warmth of his fingers applied cool ointment to Song Wenjing’s injured lip, gently rubbing it in.

Song Wenjing never took his eyes off him, watching him intently. His long eyelashes drooped delicately, making him look especially captivating.

“Are there any other injuries?” Shi Shaoyu asked, breaking Song Wenjing’s trance.

“My back… I got hit with a baseball bat,” Song Wenjing replied honestly.

Shi Shaoyu paused for a moment.

“Take off your shirt and let me see.”

Obediently, Song Wenjing complied, though his actions were driven by other thoughts.

Of course, Shi Shaoyu knew what was on his mind.

The sight of his well-sculpted muscles was on full display, his back bruised heavily from the hit.

Shi Shaoyu warmed some medicinal alcohol with his hands and began massaging it into the bruised area.

Song Wenjing tensed in pain but couldn’t help but notice how hot Shi Shaoyu’s hands felt against his skin.

His breathing became heavier.

“Hurt?” Shi Shaoyu asked softly.

“No,” Song Wenjing’s voice was a little hoarse. He pressed his legs together, trying to hide the sudden tension in his body.

But hiding was useless—he heard Shi Shaoyu’s soft laugh, and he knew he’d been found out.

With a swift move, he turned and pulled Shi Shaoyu into his arms, “Enjoying yourself?”

The medicinal alcohol spilled across his body, but Song Wenjing didn’t care.

“Brother, clean this up for me.” Song Wenjing grabbed the bottle, tightened the cap, and tossed it back into the first aid kit.

Shi Shaoyu wiped away the alcohol stains with feather-light touches, the sensation tickling Song Wenjing’s heart.

Song Wenjing flipped them both onto the bed, kicking the first aid kit to the floor.

A reckless moment followed.

Shi Shaoyu eventually curled up in the blanket, pushing the beast that was Song Wenjing away.

But Song Wenjing didn’t mind, only laughing.

It was the perfect time to deal with Chen Wei. With just one phone call, Song Wenjing could ruin him completely.

Soon after, Chen Wei became a pariah—his company went bankrupt, and he was beaten up several times by debt collectors.

Chen Wei had done plenty of dirty deeds in the past, making enemies everywhere.

After this incident, the relationship between Shi Shaoyu and Song Wenjing grew even more ambiguous.