“Ah!!!!! President Wang! President Wang!”
A luxury car worth millions rushed toward the flower bed on the roadside, and the front and right side of the vehicle smashed to pieces.
Looking at Wang Huanxiu, whose forehead was bleeding profusely and whose eyes were tightly closed, Chen Ji let out a sharp scream.
‘Oh my god, he didn’t ascend to heaven already?’
“President Wang! Are you okay, President Wang!”
“Old Wang, can you still hear me?”
Chen Ji patted Wang Huanxiu’s arm.
The driver in the front seat had been knocked unconscious the moment the airbag deployed. Only Chen Ji remained conscious in the car.
He quickly took out his phone and dialed 120.
‘President Wang, you can’t be in trouble; the year-end bonus hasn’t been issued yet!’
120 answered quickly.
“Hello! There’s been a car accident at the southern cross intersection of Jing’an Road.”
“How many casualties? What’s their condition?”
“There are two: the driver and the year-end bonus… no, my boss.”
120 quickly asked several questions to understand the situation.
“Okay, we’ll arrive soon…”
This was a bustling area. One hundred meters ahead and around the corner was the intersection of the city’s largest commercial street.
Five minutes after the accident, many onlookers had gathered. Traffic police arrived to evacuate the crowd and conduct rescue operations.
Chen Ji was also feeling apprehensive because of the accident. His heart was racing, and the fear hadn’t subsided yet.
There was an investment proposal to discuss that afternoon, and Chen Ji was accompanying Wang Huanxiu to the negotiation location. The driver was also experienced, driving fast and steadily, never making a mistake.
Everything was fine when they first entered this stretch of road, until a child playing with a leather ball accidentally threw it onto the road.
The ball was lost, and the child subconsciously chased after it. The parent wasn’t paying attention, and by the time they realized, the child had already run into the middle of the road.
The driver couldn’t have anticipated such a sudden situation. At their current speed, the child would have been sent flying. He turned the steering wheel sharply and swerved the car, crashing into a nearby flower bed where there was no pedestrian traffic.
The driver and Wang Huanxiu were both on the left side and immediately lost consciousness, leaving only Chen Ji barely hanging on.
Chen Ji was helped out of the car by the traffic police. Looking at the nearly shattered left side of the vehicle, he suddenly realized that expensive cars had their merits.
Even with the exterior wrecked like this, the people inside weren’t seriously harmed…there were no broken arms or legs or the like.
The ambulance arrived quickly and took Wang Huanxiu and the driver to the hospital. As he sat in the ambulance, Chen Ji didn’t forget to contact and arrange for the afternoon’s negotiation to be postponed.
As for the reason, Chen Ji only said that Wang Huanxiu was temporarily unavailable and didn’t go into detail.
The project Wang Huanxiu was investing in was a charitable fund related to dance. Not only that, but he had also invested in some medical equipment and school construction.
After a series of examinations at the hospital, the doctor said Wang Huanxiu had only suffered some superficial injuries. Aside from the wound on his forehead, there were no other external injuries.
Now it was just unconsciousness from the severe impact; he would be fine once he woke up.
Chen Ji breathed a sigh of relief. Good, his year-end bonus wasn’t threatened.
Chen Ji didn’t contact anyone about Wang Huanxiu’s car accident.
Based on his experience as a professional licking dog, Wang Huanxiu wouldn’t want his family to know about such a non-life-threatening minor incident. It wouldn’t kill him, and it would only cause unnecessary worry.
So Chen Ji kept his mouth shut; he wouldn’t say a word more.
Wang Huanxiu was assigned to a VIP room. After five hours of unconsciousness, his eyelids twitched, showing signs of waking. He sat up with gauze wrapped around his head, and there was piercing pain at his forehead, but Wang Huanxiu didn’t even blink.
His expression was calm, his demeanor indifferent. “Where is this?”
Chen Ji was shocked.
Did the car accident damage his brain? He can’t even recognize a hospital.
Chen Ji: “President Wang, this is a hospital.”
Wang Huanxiu frowned. “I’m asking why I’m here.”
Chen Ji: “…You didn’t ask it that way.”
But who made him rich? Whatever he said went.
Chen Ji explained to him, “President Wang, we were in a car accident on our way to the investment…”
Halfway through Chen Ji’s explanation, Wang Huanxiu remembered. Before losing consciousness, he was indeed on his way to discuss project investment, but he remembered that the secretary he brought along didn’t seem to be this one.
He didn’t even have much impression of Chen Ji.
Severe headaches stimulated his nerves, and even someone as pain-tolerant as him couldn’t help but hold his forehead.
Chen Ji: “President Wang, are you okay? Should we call the doctor to check again?”
Wang Huanxiu took a breath. “What did the doctor say earlier?”
“He said you only had external injuries. You could leave once you woke up, just avoid getting the wound wet these days.”
“I see.” He had no mind to think about anything else now.
Wang Huanxiu was discharged from the hospital that night. The driver’s condition was more serious than his, but it wasn’t life-threatening.
Wang Huanxiu returned home. This was the first year he had taken control of the company; he was twenty-one years old. The severe headache made him want to numb it with nicotine, but the car driven by the family driver didn’t have cigars or cigarettes. Instead, the central armrest contained…
Wang Huanxiu’s face darkened as he pulled out a long string of condoms.
What the hell?
His cold brows furrowed. He raised his hand and threw the items back. How could such things be in his car?
His expression was grim, as dark as the bottom of a pot.
It couldn’t have been the driver; the driver wouldn’t dare.
His head was splitting with pain, so Wang Huanxiu didn’t dwell on it further.
It was already 10 p.m by the time he returned home. The butler was startled to see him return with bandages.
“Sir, what happened to you?”
Wang Huanxiu’s tone was indifferent. “I was in a car accident.”
‘Car accident!!!’
The butler’s aged eyes widened. “Sir, such a big thing happened, and you didn’t call home! If something really happened, how would I explain it to the old master and madam in the afterlife!”
The butler cried out to the heavens; anyone would think he had died.
Wang Huanxiu shot him a cold glance. “Then don’t explain.”
The butler immediately fell silent. The sir seemed to be in a rather bad mood today.
After Wang Huanxiu went upstairs, the butler remembered that he had forgotten to mention that Young Master Muguang would be returning in the early morning.
It was fine. Sir would see him during breakfast tomorrow morning and know that Young Master Muguang had returned.
When Wang Huanxiu entered his room and was about to head to the walk-in closet, he stopped. He looked at the room’s decor and wondered if he had entered the wrong room.
The heart-patterned quilt on the kingsize bed large enough for four gave him quite a shock.
It was no less than hanging the Mona Lisa in a classic ancient building.
The room was also filled with the scent of aromatherapy he had never used. It was pleasant, but also very unfamiliar.
Wang Huanxiu realized he might have missed something or lost some memories. His forehead was still throbbing with pain. He took out his phone; because of the accident, the screen was shattered to pieces and wouldn’t turn on.
He then glanced at the smart alarm clock marked with the year, month, and day. The time displayed was nine years later.
Wang Huanxiu stood silently for a few seconds.
A car accident had cost him nine years of memories.
The amnesia didn’t throw him into panic. His first priority was still to take a shower; the smell of disinfectant from the hospital was unpleasant. As for the amnesia, he will see a private doctor tomorrow. He absolutely couldn’t let news of his amnesia spread, otherwise it would cause a mess.
Even without nine years of memories, Wang Huanxiu still felt he could handle everything.
After showering and lying in bed, there was a light yet noticeable fragrance.
His memories were gone, so Wang Huanxiu didn’t bother overthinking. He soon fell into a deep sleep. The next morning, he dressed neatly and went to the company.
Previous major projects had concluded. Now, all that remained were investment matters. He looked over recent cooperation projects and investment documents and procedures.
In recent years, almost all the projects he had invested in were related to dance: dance foundations, dance institutions, and schools.
When did he become interested in these?
The desk was piled high with documents, all of which had been retrieved before he even arrived at the office. They were stacked together like a small mountain, blocking the photo frame that had always been on the desk.
After spending the day reviewing files, Wang Huanxiu stood up and began observing his office. The office hadn’t changed much in the past nine years.
There were just a few more books on the shelf wrapped in white covers. ‘More foreign literature books?’
He reached out and took one down, opening the title page.
“How To Make Your Husband Unable To Resist You”
Wang Huanxiu: “…”
He stuffed the book back with a cold face.
‘What the hell is this again?’
Knock! knock!
Wang Huanxiu pinched the bridge of his nose. “Come in.”
Chen Ji pushed the door open and saw Wang Huanxiu with one hand on his hip and the other pinching the bridge of his nose.
“President Wang, the flight tickets to the United States have been booked. The flight is at 7 a.m. tomorrow.”
Wang Huanxiu couldn’t remember why he needed to go abroad.
“Go through the entire itinerary.”
Chen Ji: “After landing, rest at the hotel. On the evening of the 23rd, the day after tomorrow, attend a dance performance. On the evening of the 24th, attend the charity banquet.”
“Got it. You can go.”
Chen Ji turned and left. He was accompanying Wang Huanxiu on this business trip. Calculating, they would be staying there for half a month. Apart from being busy for the first five days, the following week or so would be his good days of enjoying travel on company time.
The dance performance on the 23rd was also to see his God of Wealth. Without too much work, he could relax properly. After all, watching people dance was also a kind of enjoyment.
Moreover, because of Wang Huanxiu, he could also sit in the VIP section.
After packing his luggage simply, Wang Huanxiu planned to leave early the next morning when he noticed an extra pair of shoes at the door.
‘Whose shoes?’
The butler stood beside him. “They belong to Young Master Muguang.”
Wang Huanxiu’s expression froze for a moment before quickly returning to calm. “He’s back?”
Butler: ‘…He’s been back for two days.’
“Yes, sir.”
Wang Huanxiu nodded thoughtfully. “What about Zhenzhu?”
Butler: “Miss Zhenzhu is still in the middle of the semester. She won’t be back until the holidays.”
Not sure why Wang Huanxiu suddenly asked this, the butler wasn’t curious and simply answered whatever was asked.
Wang Huanxiu nodded. It seemed that over these six years, he had already brought Muguang and Zhenzhu back.
After twelve hours in the air, the flight Wang Huanxiu was on land. It was now the cold winter season in the United States.
The tinnitus caused by air pressure disappeared. After resting at the hotel for the afternoon, Wang Huanxiu followed the itinerary and went to the city’s largest Royal Opera House.
Although he didn’t know why he would come to watch a dance performance for no reason six years later, everything had its reason. So he will just go with the flow and watch quietly.
The audience took their seats. As the performance time arrived, the lights in the venue dimmed, leaving only a single beam on the stage.
A pair of elegantly dressed men and women gracefully leaped onto the stage, dancing gracefully in the enchanting atmosphere created on the scene.
Wang Huanxiu propped his head up and watched casually. He had never had much interest in song and dance dramas or artistic performances before.
It was just that during the years he was taken back and trained by Old Master Wang, he was forced to acquire some cultivation.
As time passed minute by minute, Wang Huanxiu’s eyes following the stage grew increasingly focused. By the time he came to his senses, he was somewhat surprised.
The two dancers who had performed the opening had already left. When the lead dancer officially appeared, he drew a small wave of gasps from the audience. Cheers and applause happened in an instant, and the next moment the venue returned to silence, everyone appreciating the performance on stage.
Wang Huanxiu’s gaze was captivated by the lead dancer’s figure. The dancer was agile and elegant, and every movement and step stirred emotional fluctuations in the audience.
He wore stage makeup, his costume adorned with white feathers. His hair, fixed with gel, wouldn’t be messed up even by a level 10 gale. His eyes were like golden, sparkling crystal gems waiting to be unearthed in a cave.
During the climax, he would have some playful, harmless little expressions that delighted the audience. The entire performance was driven by the dance.
The performance ended two hours later. The lead dancer had already left the stage, but his figure remained in Wang Huanxiu’s mind.
He couldn’t confirm the other person’s height, but even with stage makeup, he could tell the dancer was young. He was young but his dancing was excellent.
Soon, the entire dance troupe came on stage for the curtain call, and that lead dancer was among them.
Mr. Hilton thanked the audience for coming tonight, then stepped back into the group, letting Bai Shuijin lead everyone in the curtain call.
Wang Huanxiu in the VIP section watched as the lead dancer held hands with people on both sides. He walked forward a few steps and led everyone to bow to the audience.
After bending down, the lead dancer seemed to be searching for something, and his eyes darted around restlessly, which was quite fitting for his age.
When Wang Huanxiu looked over, he saw the lead dancer smiling like a sunflower at him.
His eyes were firmly locked on his direction. When their eyes met, he playfully winked at him.
Wang Huanxiu: “…”
He had no memory of this person.
Wang Huanxiu silently looked away, then looked back ten seconds later.
It was as if the lead dancer had some magnet or magnetic polar substance on him, making one unable to help but be attracted to him.
The giant red curtains slowly closed from both sides.
At the moment the curtains were about to close, Wang Huanxiu still saw the lead dancer blow him a flying kiss, his lip-gloss coated lips puckering and making a “mwah” in his direction.
Wang Huanxiu: “…”
The curtains closed, and Mr. Hilton clamped Bai Shuijin’s neck. “You kid, I caught you flirting!”
Bai Shuijin, who was now pinned like a little turtle, quibbled, “No, no.”
“Isn’t that your husband sitting in the audience?”
Bai Shuijin didn’t even blink. “No, it’s the old Wang next door.”
He hadn’t seen Wang Huanxiu for over a week. He has been performing recently, but it will be better tomorrow. There was a charity banquet tomorrow; he would attend with Mr. Hilton, and Wang Huanxiu would also be there. After the banquet, he would leave with laogong-ge and take five days off.
After returning to the hotel that night, Wang Huanxiu dreamed of the young lead dancer winking and blowing kisses at him.
His sleep was good and his head didn’t hurt as much as before when he woke up the next day.
When preparing to attend the banquet that evening, the hairstylist styled his hair to slightly cover the wound on his forehead.
The injury had mostly healed; it wasn’t noticeable unless looked at closely. Those around him had not noticed either.
It was just that these past few days, his memory hadn’t recovered one bit. The events of the past six years were like a pulled-out tape, with no backup.
At the charity banquet, Wang Huanxiu began constantly socializing. The people coming over for small talk and catching up were endless, and he could only barely recognize half of them.
No one else noticed anything unusual. Wang Huanxiu was still as cold and unapproachable as ever.
Everyone was accustomed to his indifference. After all, Wang Huanxiu always treated everyone with a cold face.
Hilton brought Bai Shuijin over to toast, thanking Wang Huanxiu for his investment in the dance fund. He was a major shareholder, after all.
Mr. Hilton raised his glass to him. “Thank you very much for your help all along.”
Wang Huanxiu’s empty glass had already been taken away by an attendant. Now, he had no wine to clink glasses with Hilton.
Bai Shuijin stepped forward. “I haven’t drunk from this glass yet. If you don’t mind, you can have mine.”
Wang Huanxiu recognized him…he was the lead dancer from the stage yesterday.
His fair face was free of stage makeup now. He looked like a little fox that had just matured, with a big tail swishing behind him.
He appeared innocent on the outside, but his actions had nothing to do with innocence.
Wang Huanxiu did not refuse. He reached out to take it and his fingertips met a warm touch. The lead dancer looked at him, narrowed those watery eyes, and scratched his finger with a fingertip.
Wang Huanxiu’s dark pupils were bottomless. Many people wanted to climb into his bed, but this was the first one who was so blatant.
Even in such a setting, he showed no restraint.
Wang Huanxiu drank the alcohol. After the toast, the lead dancer did not leave with Hilton but stayed by his side, asking with concern, “Sir, haven’t you had a bit too much to drink tonight?”
The ending tone carried a little hook.
Bai Shuijin glanced at him, “It’s better not to have too much.”
The implication was obvious.
Too much, and he wouldn’t be able to get up.
Wang Huanxiu ignored him.
Bai Shuijin blinked. ‘Quite aloof today, huh?’
He looked at Wang Huanxiu, narrowed his eyes, and licked his lips.
After drinking a few more glasses, Wang Huanxiu went to the VIP lounge, a private room. He sat on the sofa and loosened his tie. If he had to socialize with everyone, it would take until tomorrow morning.
He was slightly tipsy, so Chen Ji went to fetch him some warm water.
Leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed to rest, he heard the lounge door open and close, followed by footsteps.
It should be Chen Ji returning with the warm water.
Wang Huanxiu opened his eyes and met Bai Shuijin’s gaze.
He frowned subconsciously. “Why is it you?”
Since yesterday, this lead dancer had been constantly hovering around him…in reality and even in his dreams, like a ghost that won’t go away.
Bai Shuijin held the warm water in his hand and lifted his chin. “Why can’t it be me?”
He handed the water to Wang Huanxiu. “I saw Secretary Chen on my way here. Since it’s getting late, I told him to go home.”
Wang Huanxiu sneered, “Can you order my secretary around?”
His subordinates only took orders from him.
The next second, a text message came through on his phone.
[President Wang, I’ll clock out now. Wishing you a wonderful night.]
Wang Huanxiu: “…”
Bai Shuijin looked down at Wang Huanxiu’s slightly drunk appearance. Honestly, the flushed face of a mature man when tipsy was quite erotic.
His chest heaved and his neck felt hot.
As Wang Huanxiu drank water, Bai Shuijin sat close beside him, their arms touching.
Wang Huanxiu’s expression stiffened. “What are you doing?”
Bai Shuijin looked at him and pursed his lips. “What do you think?”
The next second, he quickly planted a kiss on Wang Huanxiu’s cheek.
With a “mwah”, Wang Huanxiu’s face was left with his saliva.
Wang Huanxiu’s face instantly darkened and he pushed him away. “Get out.”
Bai Shuijin felt a little pain from his grip. Why did he suddenly become so abnormal?
Could it be?
He’s roleplaying now?!
He lifted his small and delicate chin. “Why should I leave?”
After retorting, Bai Shuijin began pondering what kind of play it was. Which script?
Without knowing the script, he didn’t know how to act.
Wang Huanxiu’s eyes were like a wolf in the harsh winter. “Who sent you?”
‘Corporate espionage through climbing into bed?’
Bai Shuijin was confident. “No one sent me. I came on my own.”
He leaned close to Wang Huanxiu’s ear. “I want to sleep with you.”
Wang Huanxiu’s ear felt as if it was burned. He couldn’t understand how someone could be so shameless.
Bai Shuijin hooked his hand and said, “Don’t you like me too? I noticed you watching me all night. Is my figure very good?”
“I’m a dancer. You saw the performance yesterday too. I’m very flexible.”
These words inevitably lead to wild imaginations.
Wang Huanxiu gritted his teeth, shook him off, and strode out, only to be pulled back by Bai Shuijin and pushed onto the sofa.
If he really wanted to leave, Bai Shuijin wouldn’t have been able to stop him. There was a significant disparity in their strength, and Bai Shuijin was no match for him.
Yet Wang Huanxiu found that his mind and body seemed to have split apart.
His mind wanted to leave, but his body complied with Bai Shuijin’s movements, allowing itself to be pulled back and pushed onto the sofa very cooperatively.
Before he could gather his thoughts, Bai Shuijin had already straddled him, shifting restlessly on his thighs a few times to find a comfortable position, then wrapped his arms around his neck, closed his eyes, and began kissing him.
His kisses weren’t as bold as his words; they were more like a small animal, licking at his lips again and again. Once satisfied, his soft tongue pushed between the lips.
Wang Huanxiu endured his kisses with helpless resistance but never pushed him away.
The person on top of him enjoyed the kiss, and even began humming softly.
He frowned and opened his mouth to tell Bai Shuijin to get off, but as soon as he did, it was blocked.
Bai Shuijin was lost in the kiss and the moment. He had missed him so much after more than a week apart.
The whole person seemed to emit pink hearts.
Love you, love you.
Only when his face turned red from lack of air did Bai Shuijin finally pull away to breathe. With his arms still around Wang Huanxiu’s neck, he nuzzled against the man’s head and soon noticed the scar on Wang Huanxiu’s forehead.
“What happened here?”
Wang Huanxiu had not yet recovered from the passionate kiss. He had never kissed anyone like this before.
“How did you get injured?”
He realized someone was touching his wound and grabbed the person’s wrist.
The look of heartache on Bai Shuijin’s face made him doubt his own eyes.
Bai Shuijin examined the wound left and right. It seemed some time had passed since the injury. The area must have been fairly large, as the healed skin looked slightly different in color from the surrounding area.
“How did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me? Does it hurt?”
Wang Huanxiu: “None of your business.”
‘Still role-playing, huh.’
Bai Shuijin nibbled on his chin. “Let me kiss it better.”
