But Shi Shaoyu went upstairs.

Song Wenjing felt a lump in his throat as he signaled for one of the Song family’s trusted aides.

“Go knock out that brat from the Xie family and toss him into any random room.”

Meanwhile, Song Wenjing himself rushed after Shi Shaoyu, taking two steps at a time.

When he pushed open the door, Shi Shaoyu was holding a newly opened bottle of red wine.

Suppressing the amusement in his eyes, Shi Shaoyu feigned surprise, “Oh? Wenjing? What are you doing here?”

“The wine is drugged. Someone’s trying to set you up.” Song Wenjing said, lips pressed tight.

The crimson liquid flowed into the wine glass, and Shi Shaoyu chuckled. “I know.”

Song Wenjing glared at him. “You know, and you still came?”

What was Shi Shaoyu thinking? What if something actually happened?

He was angry and helpless, but when it came to Shi Shaoyu, he couldn’t bring himself to scold him.

Shi Shaoyu set the wine aside, crossed his arms over his chest, and said, “Aren’t you here? What could possibly happen to me?”

Song Wenjing stepped closer, pinning him against the table.

Looking into Shi Shaoyu’s gentle, smiling eyes, Song Wenjing felt a burning inside.

But he couldn’t lose ground.

Right in front of Shi Shaoyu, Song Wenjing downed the drugged wine in one gulp.

“Something’s definitely going to happen now. Brother, aren’t you going to run?”

---

Song Wenjing was shoved away.

He stood frozen, his whole body stiff, unable to turn around and watch Shi Shaoyu leave.

The drug was kicking in, but his blood ran cold.

“Click.”

The sound of the door locking echoed, and in the next moment, Song Wenjing turned back.

Shi Shaoyu met his reddened eyes with a smirk, slowly taking off his gold-rimmed glasses, and said with deep meaning, “Don’t cry. I’ve already locked the door.”

Messing with Song Wenjing didn’t end well.

Shi Shaoyu thought to himself.

He hadn’t slept all night, but the sleeplessness affected more than just his eyes.

Song Wenjing was like a ravenous wolf, both fierce and greedy.

Shi Shaoyu couldn’t take it.

“Brother,” Song Wenjing panted, his eyes downcast. “I think I drank a bit too much…”

Hearing this, Shi Shaoyu couldn’t help but tremble all over.

He pushed Song Wenjing away, his body limp, and said, “Get out. We’re going to the hospital.”

Song Wenjing pulled him back into his arms, eliciting a yelp.

“No,” he said with a playful tone, “Brother treats me better.”

Shi Shaoyu was forced to play doctor and, exhausted, slept deeply before finally recovering.

When Shi Shaoyu woke up, Song Wenjing encircled him in his arms, rubbing his fluffy head against Shi Shaoyu’s neck.

“Brother, what’s our relationship now?”

Shi Shaoyu’s throat hurt.

After indulging Song Wenjing’s antics for two whole days and nights, there wasn’t a single part of his body left unscathed.

“Wenjing,” he whispered, “a relationship should start with a proper confession and a bouquet of flowers.”

“Not with getting into bed.”

Song Wenjing mumbled, “Brother, I didn’t mean to disrespect you.”

He was just too eager, too desperate to have the man before him.

Shi Shaoyu was incredibly precious to him.

“I know.” Shi Shaoyu ruffled his hair and slipped out of his embrace.

His body, covered in marks, was concealed by a wrinkled white shirt as Shi Shaoyu propped himself up on the table.

“I haven’t been to work in two days. I’ll go home, change clothes, and then head to the office.”

“You should go home and reassure your parents, too.”

---

Song Wenjing returned home, only to be greeted by a beating.

Song’s father chased him around the house with a belt, yelling, “What did you do to Shi Shaoyu?!”

“You little brat! Two days! Two whole days! And now you come back like it’s nothing?!”

Song Wenjing practically scurried for his life, hiding behind his mother.

“You could’ve at least taken better care of him,” his mother scolded.

Song Wenjing pouted, “He told me to come home.”

That statement nearly made Song’s father faint from rage.

“That’s it! You’ve been dumped! He returned you!”

Song Wenjing couldn’t stand hearing that. He straightened up and defended himself, “He didn’t dump me!”

Song’s parents exchanged a glance.

His father dropped the belt and glared at Song Wenjing, saying, “From what Shi Bai told me, Shi Shaoyu’s birthday is coming up soon.”

“When the time comes, we’ll send you over to properly apologize!”

Song Wenjing planned to officially confess his feelings to Shi Shaoyu on that day.

Using the excuse of apologizing, he confidently stepped through the Shi family’s door.

Shi Bai shot him a glance. “My brother isn’t home. Get lost.”

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“Please, come in. My brother gets off work in two hours. If you need anything, just ask,” Shi Bai grinned.

“You’re shameless,” Song Wenjing scoffed. “I only have one request. Don’t come back tonight.”

Shi Bai smiled, “Got it! Have a good evening~”

Song Wenjing playfully cursed at him before kicking him out, overhearing him calling someone named Shen Cheng to ask for a place to stay.

When Shi Shaoyu returned home, the house was dark.

“Shi Bai’s not home again,” he mumbled and headed upstairs in the dark.

Light seeped from under the bedroom door, and Shi Shaoyu hesitated to turn the handle.

He knew it must be Song Wenjing inside, probably with another one of his tricks.

But Shi Shaoyu never expected to find this scene when the door opened.

The young man was wearing a thin black gauze outfit, his muscles bound by red ropes, with a large bow trailing down from the back of his neck.

There was even a bow on his wrist.

And what tied his wrists together was none other than Shi Shaoyu’s tie.

Song Wenjing smiled, eyes curved, “Happy birthday, brother.”

---

“Welcome home.”

The room was filled with flowers, with the young man standing in the center as the gift.

“Do all young people do things like this?” Shi Shaoyu smirked, clearly in a much better mood.

His gaze swept across the sea of flowers, noting that each bloom was of his favorite type.

“This isn’t a trick,” Song Wenjing said, his tone serious and sincere. “It’s genuine.”

“I really love you, brother.”

Shi Shaoyu’s heart began racing like never before.

Before meeting Song Wenjing, he never imagined he could feel this strongly for someone.

The same went for Song Wenjing.

“And you? Do you like me, brother?” Song Wenjing’s eyes sparkled.

In a soft voice, Shi Shaoyu replied, “I like you too, Wenjing.”