The dance floor was wild with celebration. The bubbles rising in the hot water burst with the screams, emotions soaring, men and women cheering and shouting.
Wang Muguang clenched his lips over his front teeth. He seemed hesitant in front of Wang Huanxiu’s questioning gaze, wanting to explain but failing to speak.
Wang Huanxiu’s eyes swept over.
Chen Ji’s mouth opened. “President Wang, Young Master Muguang didn’t mean to ignore you.”
Wang Muguang didn’t expect such a helpful person to be right beside him. He completely forgot that it was Chen Ji who had swum through the dance floor to drag him in front of Wang Huanxiu.
Wang Muguang gave him an approving look: You’re a good person.
Chen Ji didn’t blink. “Young Master Muguang just hasn’t come up with a good excuse yet.”
Wang Muguang: “…”
Scum of society!
His Adam’s apple rolled quickly. “Big Brother, why are you here?”
Wang Huanxiu’s voice was particularly deep amidst the chaos. “I’m not allowed to come?”
“No! Of course not.” Wang Muguang shook his head like a rattle. “Big Brother, you can come whenever you want.”
He had actually wanted to ask how he found them, but he didn’t have the courage, so he changed the subject.
The UK was so big, yet Wang Huanxiu could lock onto them like a human GPS.
Sweat poured harder from Wang Muguang’s head. He wiped it with a tissue, but soon it was soaked again, like a steam engine.
After doing something wrong, he completely lost his usual narcissistic glow when he spoke.
Would someone please save him? If anyone could pull him out of this mess, he would offer them the highest praise and say they were more handsome than him.
The dance floor was still going strong. Bai Shuijin was still riding on the male model’s shoulders, waving both hands. The two of them had just made eye contact.
Wang Muguang was sure he had seen them. Why was he still shining like a carefree light bulb on stage? After racking his brain, he came up with only one answer.
He was really drunk.
The aftereffect of the cocktail was enough to make his head spin and let loose completely. He was still holding the glass, and as he danced, the drink spilled from it, like dewdrops from the heavens, sparkling under the lights.
Chen Ji looked at Bai Shuijin on stage. He was indeed the God of Wealth, who could sing and dance.
He was also very thoughtful. He just popped out on his own without him needing to look for him.
Seeing Wang Huanxiu’s calm gaze, Chen Ji’s flattery radar activated. “President Wang, should I go get Young Master Shuijin?”
On stage, Bai Shuijin’s smile was radiant, his lips red and teeth white, a perfect mix of maturity and youth that made people mesmerized by his dancing.
“No need. Let him enjoy himself.”
Chen Ji didn’t say another word and quietly stood to the side, waiting for the party to end.
The closer the party got to the end, the faster Wang Muguang’s heart beat.
He, Muguang of Nancheng, had lied to his big brother and brought his sister-in-law out….Just thinking about what he’d done made him gasp for breath.
It was scarier than riding ten roller coasters.
“Big Brother, I know I was wrong.”
Wang Muguang admitted his mistake on his own, hoping for leniency. He was so nervous he was about to throw up.
When he was a child, he broke Wang Huanxiu’s model car. In his imagination, the ideal big brother would forgive his little brother.
But his brother, for revenge, ate all his cookies. He had cried all night hugging the dead body of the cookie box.
If you want to eat, eat Zhenzhu’s cookies. Don’t eat mine.
Even though they had been apart for several years, it didn’t lessen Wang Huanxiu’s oppressive bloodline.
“Big Brother, I just thought of a proverb that really fits me right now.”
“What proverb?”
“When one knows one’s mistake and corrects it, nothing is more virtuous.”
“…”
Looking at Wang Huanxiu’s cold, hard face, Wang Muguang shrank his neck. “Big Brother, pretend I didn’t say anything.”
However long the dance floor roared, they waited just as long.
The party ended half an hour later. Bai Shuijin was drunk, but his mind was still clear. His thoughts told him that his laogong-ge had arrived, bringing a wave of anxiety from impending doom.
One second he was jumping and dancing on stage crazily and having a great time, the next he got off the male model’s shoulders and immediately switched into another mode…head down and walking toward Wang Huanxiu.
His face was full of regret, but it was all superficial. Anyone could see it was fake. The alcohol had dulled his intelligence, and his thoughts were written all over his face.
“Angel, I hope to see you again!”
The male model blew him a kiss.
Bai Shuijin’s eyes were firm like someone joining the Party. He ignored it completely and walked to Wang Huanxiu, hands and feet moving in sync, and stood beside Wang Muguang.
“Laogong-ge, it wasn’t fun at all, really.”
He was still holding two glow sticks that were flashing like bibibi.
“…”
He did not look like he had not had fun. He looked like he had the time of his life.
Wang Huanxiu remained silent, and Chen Ji jumped out first.
“It’s getting late. Let’s head back to the hotel. We can’t really talk here anyway.”
He tapped away on his phone. “I already booked the car. The driver is parked nearby.”
The strip show had ended, but the crowd still hadn’t dispersed. Everyone was enjoying the afterglow of the craziness. You had to shout just to be heard.
Bai Shuijin felt a little dizzy, but not uncomfortable or nauseous. He knew where he was and who he was with.
As they walked toward the car, he didn’t forget to stick to Wang Huanxiu and whispered, “Laogon-ge, I missed you.”
Wang Huanxiu’s fingers curled slightly at his side, but he remained cold and unresponsive.
Bai Shuijin could tell he was angry, and it was obvious just by looking.
When they got in the car, Wang Huanxiu didn’t sit with him, instead choosing to sit alone in the front passenger seat.
He, Wang Muguang, and Chen Ji sat in the back.
To make things easier, Wang Huanxiu had moved the hotel booking to the same Holiday Inn where the two were staying that afternoon.
Wang Muguang and Bai Shuijin sat nervously in the back, their nervousness multiplying by two and looping infinitely.
No matter how hard they thought, they couldn’t figure out how Wang Huanxiu had found them.
If they were going to die, they at least wanted to know why. Wang Muguang bravely spoke up. “Big Brother, how did you find us?”
Could it be that he planted tracking devices on their clothes or phones like those perverted villains?
Chen Ji jumped in to clear Wang Huanxiu’s name. “Just some insight.”
“Insight?” Bai Shuijin chewed the words.
Chen Ji smiled and said, “Today, Young Master Muguang’s media app updated location data, and it pinged this street.”
Wang Muguang scratched his head. “A single slip, and all is lost. A single slip.”
Chen Ji continued, “Young Master Shuijin posted a picture of the ticket stub on his Moments before the show started.”
Wang Muguang whipped his head around, eyes and eyebrows moving chaotically, silently asking, “You didn’t block my big brother when you posted on your Moments?!”
Bai Shuijin blinked. “Since we were going for stimulation, we might as well go all the way.”
“…”
This time it was Bai Shuijin who scratched his head. He had really forgotten. He was too excited for the strip show that he forgot and just uploaded the photo without thinking.
“A second slip. A second slip.”
Chen Ji’s smile didn’t fade, even with both of them scratching their heads. “And some international students posted about you online.”
For the first time, Wang Muguang regretted being famous. This damned fame.
Bai Shuijin tried to comfort him. “A third slip… forget it. A hundred slips.”
“…”
The black Phantom drove through traffic. Bai Shuijin made motions over his chest.
Wang Muguang: “What are you doing? Swatting mosquitoes?”
“Drawing a cross.”
The two of them drew crosses all the way to the Holiday Inn’s parking lot. The execution ground had arrived.
The night wind blew their hair.
Wang Muguang: “We die on the same day, of the same month, of the same year. Do you know what that means?”
Bai Shuijin nodded. “It means we’re both jinxed.”
“…”
True brothers!
Wang Huanxiu stepped out of the car with his long legs, and Bai Shuijin immediately stuck to his side. “Laogong-ge, you are so good at getting out.”
Wang Muguang: !
We agreed to die together, and you betrayed me!
Wang Muguang also rushed forward and said. “Big Brother, you are so good at walking.”
Wang Huanxiu: “…”
The hotel room was on the sixteenth floor. Bai Shuijin said he wanted to share a room with Wang Huanxiu tonight, and the latter didn’t refuse.
Wang Muguang deliberately fell a few steps behind and pulled Bai Shuijin aside. “My Big brother is still angry, and you’re bold enough to sleep in the same room with him?”
‘Are you planning to sleep and never wake up?’
Bai Shuijin was tipsy and his face y flushed from the alcohol, “Laogong-ge is sensible. I’ll coax him and it’ll be fine.”
“I think you’re…” Afraid the person in front might hear, Wang Muguang lowered his voice, “I think you’re really drunk. Do you not value your life?”
If he offended his big brother and could still walk out in one piece tomorrow, Wang Muguang would write his surname backwards.
It was only because Bai Shuijin used to be too unruly, and his big brother didn’t want to bother with him, that Bai Shuijin got the illusion Wang Huanxiu was tolerant and indulgent toward him.
He was afraid his big brother might tear Bai Shuijin apart the moment he stepped into the room tonight.
Not to mention the fact that his legal spouse went to see male models and even rode on the shoulders of one and partied.
“You need to understand, my big brother doesn’t have a side job as a ninja so he’s not going anywhere tonight.”
“So what do I do? I already told laogong-ge I wanted to sleep with him.”
Wang Muguang remained silent.
His solemn expression made Bai Shuijin a bit uneasy, and Wang Huanxiu’s villain persona started emerging from the depths of his mind.
“I’ll be fine, right?”
Wang Muguang: “It’s hard to say.”
Bai Shuijin repeated, “Then what do I do?”
Staring at the silent Wang Muguang, Bai Shuijin resorted to emotional blackmail: “Aren’t we good brothers?!”
Five minutes later.
Ahead was room 1068, where Bai Shuijin was staying. Wang Huanxiu smoothly swiped the door card and unlocked the electronic lock.
With a mechanical beep, the door opened.
At that moment, Wang Muguang braced himself and stepped forward. “Big Brother.”
Wang Huanxiu: “Speak.”
“Big Brother, I’m still traumatized by what happened tonight. I’m scared to sleep alone.”
Wang Huanxiu turned to him. “What are you trying to say?”
“Can I sleep between you two?”
“….”
A few seconds later, Wang Muguang ran back to Bai Shuijin’s side, clutching his head.
“I can’t do anything more. You’re on your own tonight. Good luck.”
Lifting his leg, he turned to leave. When it came down to choosing between protecting Bai Shuijin and himself, he chose himself without hesitation. A narcissist who only loved himself.
After two steps, he circled back. “If you really can’t take it, make a call.”
“Call you?”
“Call the police.”
“….”
‘Is it really that serious?’ Bai Shuijin’s little heart was pounding.
After Wang Muguang left, Chen Ji also tactfully took his leave.
He wanted to be Wang Huanxiu’s lapdog, not a thorn in the side or a target of resentment. Tact was an essential workplace skill.
Watching the two disappear down the hallway, Bai Shuijin felt the light of hope growing more distant.
No one could save him tonight. Even if Jesus came, it’d be useless.
Wang Huanxiu pushed the door open and strode in. Bai Shuijin’s face was flushed from the alcohol, and his ears felt like they were on fire and itchy.
Feeling melancholy, he followed into the room.
The door clicked shut, and Wang Huanxiu was nowhere to be seen.
Bai Shuijin’s room was a presidential suite with several standard rooms inside. Judging from the sounds, Wang Huanxiu had gone to the master bedroom.
He tiptoed to the master bedroom door. The other party was undressing inside, placing his outerwear on a nearby low sofa.
Though drunk, Bai Shuijin knew he was a bit in the wrong this time, and it was reasonable for Wang Huanxiu to be angry.
But the alcohol gnawed at his brain, making it hard for him to grasp exactly what Wang Huanxiu was angry about.
The other party didn’t have romantic feelings for him, and he only viewed Wang Huanxiu as his one and only brother.
Wang Huanxiu was very scary when angry. Usually, he’d still throw some sarcastic comments, but now he wasn’t saying anything.
It was kind of lonely.
He’d been in the UK for four days, and hadn’t seen him once. Bai Shuijin really missed him. The feeling of a fledgling-in-a-strange-world made him have an instinctive attachment to Wang Huanxiu.
Wearing slippers, he walked into the room and put his head in front of Wang Huanxiu. “Laogong-ge, did you come to the UK to see me?”
He was smiling. Normally he looked obedient and cute, but today’s outfit made him look different, and paired with his tone, it was inexplicably flirtatious.
The feeling of being both bad-but-cute.
“No.” Wang Huanxiu loosened his tie. “Work.”
As he moved, Bai Shuijin’s gaze fell on his Adam’s apple. Wang Huanxiu’s Adam’s Apple was very pronounced. Bai Shuijin swallowed and felt an itch in his hand.
Hearing it was for work, he wasn’t angry. “But aren’t you here to see me now?”
Wang Huanxiu didn’t look at him and walked straight toward the bathroom. The Adam’s apple in his eyes disappeared. Bai Shuijin quickly followed with small steps. “Laogong-ge, don’t be angry anymore.”
Wang Huanxiu put some distance between them. “I’m not angry.”
“You are.”
That face was clearly angry.
Bai Shuijin grabbed his arm. “Laogong-ge, can we talk about this after September?”
Wang Huanxiu narrowed his eyes. “You want to settle scores later?”
Bai Shuijin beamed. “Is that okay?”
“Why don’t you go ask your Chinese teacher if you can?”
“….”
Wang Huanxiu walked into the bathroom. Bai Shuijin followed him in, eyes fixed on Wang Huanxiu and not blinking. The man stood in front of the bathtub, motionless
Bai Shuijin: “Laogong-ge, aren’t you taking a bath?”
He pointed at the tub. “Go ahead.”
Wang Huanxiu: “You get out first.”
What is there to see outside! This was a must-see moment in Bai Shuijin’s life.
Bai Shuijin refused. His mind was foggy from the alcohol. If Wang Huanxiu didn’t want him to watch, he must still be angry. This tsundere.
He took the first step toward reconciliation. After all, he still wanted to have some contact with those abs tonight. Ideally, even accidentally kiss Wang Huanxiu’s pecs like last time.
He said with glee. “Laogong-ge, I didn’t mean to act that way on the dance floor. I refused at first, but the host gave me some Forgetting Potion.”
This was the Chinese translation of the cocktail he drank on the dance floor.
Now everything made sense.
Wang Huanxiu understood what he meant too. “And then you forgot me.”
Bai Shuijin shyly lowered his head. “Laogong-ge, if I hadn’t forgotten, wouldn’t something bad have happened?”
Wang Huanxiu sneered. “How thorough of you.”
While Bai Shuijin clung to him, he stared at Wang Huanxiu’s Adam’s apple and asked the question he couldn’t figure out: “Laogong-ge, why are you angry?”
Normally, Bai Shuijin could think of a hundred reasons for Wang Huanxiu to be angry, but now his brain wasn’t functioning. The corners had been filled with alcohol, and he couldn’t think straight for a long time.
All the gears in his mind had either gone on strike or rusted.
Wang Huanxiu: “No reason.”
So he was angry just for the sake of being angry?
What a baffling man.
Bai Shuijin racked his brains. Finally, a lightbulb lit up over his head. He tiptoed and whispered in Wang Huanxiu’s ear, “Laogong-ge, are you angry because I rode someone else and didn’t ride you?”
.
Wang Muguang ran back to the hotel room while drawing crosses in the air. He was a deserter, a coward, a failure worthy of being drowned in spit. He had let Bai Shuijin down.
After closing the door, he collapsed onto the floor.
This feeling of abandoning a teammate and fleeing… was just amazing!
Wang Muguang thought his big brother would do something to him, but unexpectedly, he didn’t lash out.
Blood ties saved him at that moment.
He entered the bathroom singing, and came out a brand-new Wang Muguang.
Besides his earth-shattering, ghost-weeping beauty, he had another suffocating advantage: he never overthought things.
If he ran away, then it was over. If it was over, then it had nothing to do with him.
He put on a face mask, collapsed onto the bed, and went to sleep. A qualified idol would never let his skin fall into dullness or blemishes.
Just as he closed his eyes, there was a knock on the door.
Wang Muguang: “…”
Forget it. Pretend he didn’t hear it.
But outside the door came a loud: “Bang! Bang! Bang!”
“…”
The door opened. Chen Ji stood outside with a smile. “Good evening, Young Master Muguang.”
On seeing him, Wang Muguang immediately felt something was wrong.
“Secretary Chen, is there something you need?”
“No. President Wang just asked me to bring you something.”
As he said this, he stuffed a whole bag of mixed nuts, weighing several kilograms, into Wang Muguang’s hands.
Wang Muguang was stunned. Why would his big brother give him… nuts?
“He wants me to eat them?”
“You’re supposed to sort them.”
Wang Muguang: “You used the wrong word.”
“…” There wasn’t even a bit of doubt. Clearly, Wang Muguang had no self-awareness of what he did tonight.
With Wang Huanxiu not around, he forgot what fear felt like.
Chen Ji: “President Wang said Young Master Muguang looked very idle, so he wanted you to sort the nuts. Just sort each kind into a separate pile. Once you’re done, you can go to bed.”
Wang Muguang, who was still wearing his face mask: “What if I can’t finish sorting?”
Chen Ji smiled and switched to Wang Huanxiu’s tone. “Then you’re finished.”
Wang Muguang: “…”
Looking at the bag in his hands, there were at least five or six different kinds of nuts in there.
Was he Cinderella? How long would it take to sort them one by one?
If he stayed up late, his skin would lose its glow, and his eyes would lose their shine. His fall from handsomeness would be a loss to the world, even to God himself.
“Then I’ll just die.”
“President Wang said, no one in the world has ever died from sorting nuts.”
Wang Muguang: “…”
‘Big Brother, you’re so ruthless.’
After Chen Ji left, Wang Muguang opened the bag and fetched a pair of chopsticks from the kitchen. “Almonds, sunflower seeds, walnuts…”
—
The bathroom door opened, and steamy white mist rushed out.
A pair of fair, slender legs stepped from the bathroom into the room under a bathrobe.
His hair wasn’t dried, just roughly towel-dried and still a bit messy. With a white towel draped over his head, he walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.
The man felt the mattress beside him sink and even bounce a little.
“Are you also a dancer in this dance hall?”
When the other party leaned in closer, his nose was filled with the scent of his body wash. The fragrance was particularly strong on his body, but not cloying.
Wang Huanxiu closed his eyes.
He must have been possessed by the devil at that time to play along with this.
Half an hour ago, in the bathroom;
Bai Shuijin pulled his hand and said, “Then if I ride you once, you won’t be angry anymore, right?”
Before he could come to his senses, those words of agreement had already landed in the bathroom.
For a more realistic experience, Bai Shuijin demanded he play the role of a male model.
While Bai Shuijin was the rich customer visiting the dance hall.
Bai Shuijin’s face was half hidden under the towel. He questioned, “Why aren’t you talking?”
He added with displeasure. “The customer is talking to you.”
Wang Huanxiu took a deep breath. “Yes.”
“So what kind of shows do you have here?”
“Strip dance.”
Bai Shuijin looked him up and down. “But your clothes are still on. Isn’t a strip dance about…stripping?”
To get the full effect, he showered and even pulled out a fresh black dress shirt and slacks from his luggage, wearing them neatly with a perfectly fastened belt.
Wang Huanxiu raised his hand and took off his shirt, revealing a perfect, toned upper body. Bai Shuijin had seen his waist and even insisted on riding him before…and had gotten his way in the end.
After stripping, the man sat back down. Bai Shuijin bounced on the bed a bit and took off the towel on his head. A small face with a slight flush emerged.
His eyes carried the aftertaste of alcohol. “You have a great body. How long have you been doing this?”
Seeing the tipsy look in his eyes, Wang Huanxiu’s Adam’s apple itched and moved. A strange blush appeared on his face.
He knew Bai Shuijin liked these kinds of roleplay games, just like last time when he insisted on playing doctor and applying medicine.
“Not long.”
“Not long as in how long? Are you familiar with all the routines?”
Bai Shuijin’s eyes once again fell on his Adam’s apple.
“Have you ever interacted with customers? There’s usually interaction with the audience after a dance. I bought front-row tickets today, so you should interact with me.”
Then he stuffed the towel into his hand. This was his ticket stub.
“How do I interact?” Wang Huanxiu asked back.
“You don’t know?”
“I haven’t been here long.”
“Then I’ll teach you.”
Wang Huanxiu’s eyes darkened. “Do you come here often?”
“Not often,” Bai Shuijin shook his head. “But I’ve been here before.”
After climbing onto the bed, he steadied himself into place. “Don’t move. I’ll teach you now.”
Wang Huanxiu only felt something soft and smooth press against his back, and Bai Shuijin’s thighs were now resting against his spine. In the next second, something weighed down on his shoulders and neck, and two slender legs appeared in front of his eyes.
Bai Shuijin sat directly on his neck, like a father giving a shoulder ride to a child. His thighs rubbed against Wang Huanxiu’s shoulders and neck, and his calves hung loosely.
To steady him, Wang Huanxiu held onto his calves. They felt soft.
“This is how we usually interact,” Bai Shuijin said confidently, looking very knowledgeable. “Next time, just do this with me, understood?”
Wang Huanxiu stared at his smooth toes. “Ubderstood.”
“Good. Then next time, I’ll book you again.”
From Bai Shuijin’s angle, he could only see the top of Wang Huanxiu’s head, but that Adam’s apple had haunted him all night. He wanted to touch it, so he shook his legs slightly, and while the other party wasn’t paying attention, crossed them mischievously.
His thighs squeezed tightly together, and Wang Huanxiu’s mouth and nose were now buried in his thigh flesh, with the tip of his nose practically touching his skin, and every breath was filled with Bai Shuijin’s scent.
Now, if Wang Huanxiu opened his mouth, his lips would graze the other party’s thighs.
Bai Shuijin smiled triumphantly and reverted to his usual nickname. “Laogong-ge, am I good at riding?”
