Chapter 82
by VolareHe Xiaoyun had started drinking at fifteen and had a high tolerance. He first finished an entire bottle by himself, finally feeling the alcohol taking effect, a hint of a smile appearing on his gloomy face.
The stage was at its hottest, with four muscular men in thongs carrying a sofa on which sat a bikini-clad beauty. The five of them stopped in the center of the stage and began to dance suggestively.
The audience below screamed wildly. He Xiaoyun took another sip of wine, took off his suit jacket and threw it aside, unbuttoned another button on his shirt, and began to sway his head to the music.
Since coming to Jiang City, he hadn’t been to a place like this. He was either working on projects or hanging around Ling Sheng. He felt unlike himself, even felt he was being cheap.
Yet Ling Sheng would rather endure with Jiang Chen than ask him for help. Clearly, all he had to do was lower his head a little, and he could even give up that Jiang City development project. It would only be a bit more troublesome dealing with the board of directors, and he wasn’t incapable of compromise.
But Ling Sheng would rather seek help from the unfamiliar Zhou Jiayan, would rather go to America alone, than open his mouth to him.
He Xiaoyun took another big gulp of wine. The dancing on stage became increasingly revealing and wild. The desires he had suppressed for months finally began to ferment under the influence of alcohol.
This should be the kind of life he was familiar with.
“Handsome, are you alone?” A delicate and pretty young man came over with a glass of wine, sat down next to He Xiaoyun, scanned the wine on the table, and then looked at the suit he had casually tossed on the sofa. Clearly used to the scene, he quickly assessed that the person sitting here was wealthy.
So he carefully picked up the suit and placed it aside, looking well-behaved and considerate.
He Xiaoyun just watched his movements. The boy looked less than twenty years old, with delicate and pretty features, but a touch of world-weariness. Judging by his appraising gaze and practiced movements, it was clear he was in this line of work.
When He Xiaoyun was in his twenties, he actually played even more openly than now. As long as they were within his aesthetic range and clean, he almost never refused. After all, there was something good about purity, and something interesting about experience. When first tasting the pleasures of the bed, he wanted to try all kinds of tricks.
But after playing around a lot, as his personality matured, he generally lost interest in taking people from places like this out.
But today was different.
He Xiaoyun watched the boy lean in and didn’t refuse. He tapped his cheek with the glass and smiled: “This wine doesn’t suit my taste. Get me two bottles.”
He knew the owner of this bar. The boys who sold wine here needed to have regular checkups to ensure they were clean.
Hearing his words, the boy’s eyes lit up with joy. They made a lot of commission on the wine they sold here. This meant he could order whatever he wanted. It seemed he had run into a big spender today.
The boy leaned his soft body against He Xiaoyun and drew circles on his chest with his finger: “Brother, is there any particular wine you like?”
He Xiaoyun needed to vent his depression. He leaned back on the sofa and poured the last bit of wine in his glass onto the boy’s chest, watching the white fabric slowly turn translucent. The boy whispered a few cries in his ear, sounding both surprised and shy, his voice full of seduction.
He hooked the boy’s chin with his fingertip: “No, you order, I’ll drink whatever you get.”
The boy knew he was in luck today, and with this face and body, he felt like he had struck gold. Not caring about the wine on his body, he kissed He Xiaoyun on the face flirtatiously: “Okay, Brother, I’ll listen to you.”
He Xiaoyun didn’t really care. The boy wasn’t clueless. After ordering a bottle of the bar’s best wine, he also ordered a bottle of medium-grade wine, poured a glass for He Xiaoyun, and drank the cheaper one himself. He Xiaoyun brushed that bottle aside and ordered three more bottles of the top-tier foreign wine, and watching the boy’s delighted expression, he felt a sense of pleasure for some reason.
It was so simple to make people happy.
But then He Xiaoyun frowned fiercely again.
When did he, He Xiaoyun, need to consider whether others were happy? His needs, his mood, should always be the priority!
The boy was very observant. Seeing He Xiaoyun frown, he was afraid he had done something wrong to displease him. He quickly leaned over and said softly: “Brother, you’ve had enough to drink, right? How about… we go out?”
The three bottles of wine they had ordered were almost finished. He Xiaoyun was a little dizzy at this point, but looking at the boy’s hand stroking his chest, the pent-up frustration he desperately wanted to release turned into surging lust. He smiled at the boy, put his arm around him, and stood up.
He had drunk a little too much, and his steps faltered slightly. The boy quickly hugged him. He Xiaoyun was five-foot-eleven, and although not burly, his muscles were very solid. The boy was slender and could only use all his strength to support him. He Xiaoyun didn’t refuse, put his arm around him, and hugged him in turn.
The boy looked at He Xiaoyun’s head leaning in and shyly raised his chin and closed his eyes.
Recently, the innocent young man persona was popular, and the boy was clearly very skilled.
He Xiaoyun wasn’t picky at this moment. The alcohol was burning in his body, and the long-absent thought of indulgence became stronger under its influence. He smiled and was about to kiss him, but before he could touch him, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him and the boy apart. The force was so great that he almost fell, his shoulder hitting the chest of the person behind him.
He Xiaoyun had drunk a little too much wine and was a little dizzy from the jolt. He stood for a while to steady himself, and when he looked back, he saw Xia Chi standing behind him with a dark face, staring at the boy like a wolf whose territory had been coveted.
The boy had also drunk a lot. He wanted to see who wanted to steal his client, but when he met Xia Chi’s six-foot-three height and gloomy eyes, he was instantly frightened and didn’t dare to move.
This man’s aura and bearing showed that he was not someone he could afford to offend.
The boy looked timidly at He Xiaoyun. He Xiaoyun frowned and pulled his arm out of Xia Chi’s hand, rubbing his temples: “Go play yourself, don’t bother me.”
After saying that, he reached out to pull the boy and prepare to leave.
Interrupted by Xia Chi again, he held He Xiaoyun tightly, his eyes red, clearly visible even in the dim light: “He can, why can’t I?”
He Xiaoyun wanted to shake off his hand. He was already annoyed and didn’t have the mind to coax coax a child. But maybe he had drunk too much wine tonight, or maybe Xia Chi had too much strength, his wrists hurt and he still couldn’t shake him off. This made him even more irritable, and he yelled at him: “How much do you need to be fucked, Xia Chi? Just the fact that your last name is Xia, I can’t fucking want you, get out of here! Don’t disturb my mood.”
“Then my last name isn’t Xia, I’ll take your last name.” Xia Chi said without hesitation, without even thinking: “You can make my last name whatever you want.”
Had he drunk too much wine, or had Xia Chi drunk too much wine?
He Xiaoyun was amused by his words: “I don’t like you, I don’t want to fuck you, is that enough?”
Xia Chi was so provoked that his eyes turned red, and he stared at him as if he wanted to bite him to death. He Xiaoyun wasn’t afraid at all. He couldn’t free his hand, so he kicked with his foot. He was already feeling suffocated, and the fire that had been stirred up hadn’t been released but had been interrupted by Xia Chi. This kick was merciless and hit Xia Chi’s calf directly.
He didn’t hold back. He thought Xia Chi would dodge, but Xia Chi didn’t dodge at all. It hurt so much that he felt his hand holding him even tighter, the veins on his neck popping out, but he didn’t flinch, and even said: “You want to take it out on me, whatever, just don’t find someone else.”
This look of a long-suffering wife stunned the little boy, not knowing what to do.
He Xiaoyun was already holding his breath, and this made his head hurt even more. From childhood to adulthood, even his grandfather rarely interfered in his private affairs. Where did Xia Chi get the position and courage to control him?
He Xiaoyun didn’t care whether he was from the Xia family anymore. He swung his other free hand out in a punch. Xia Chi actually didn’t dodge at all. Watching the fist approach his face, by the time He Xiaoyun wanted to take it back, it was too late. He could only barely twist the direction of the punch, but in the end, although the force was a little off, it still hit the corner of Xia Chi’s mouth. Xia Chi’s face turned away, and blood instantly flowed from the broken corner of his mouth.
Fortunately, He Xiaoyun had drunk a little too much wine today, and the force of this punch was only 50% of his usual strength, otherwise Xia Chi’s teeth could have been knocked out.
When the little boy saw the violence, he was so scared that he took a few steps back, couldn’t help but cry out, wanting to Shelf mediate, but when he saw Xia Chi’s posture, he didn’t dare to come forward, just standing there trembling with fear.
The two men’s appearance was already very eye-catching, and this fight instantly made everyone in the bar look over.
Although He Xiaoyun was used to being noticed, it wasn’t for this kind of thing, and this commotion extinguished even more of his desires, making him feel extremely disappointed and embarrassed.
He struggled again, but Xia Chi didn’t let go at all. He could feel his hand already going numb and cold because of the lack of blood flow. Seeing more and more people watching around, and looking at Xia Chi’s unwavering appearance, He Xiaoyun could only temporarily suppress his anger, regretting even more the decision to let Xia Chi stay.
He walked directly outside. Seeing him walk outside, Xia Chi quickly followed, but still held He Xiaoyun’s wrist without letting go.
“Where’s the car?” He Xiaoyun scratched his hair irritably: “Cigarette.”
Xia Chi quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, lit it for him, and then pointed in one direction, saying: “My car is parked over there. I didn’t drink, I can drive.”
When he spoke, he inevitably involved the injury at the corner of his mouth. Blood was still flowing out, and he wiped it casually with the back of his hand, leading He Xiaoyun towards the car with a step and three Looking back glances.
When they got to the car, He Xiaoyun shook off his hand and didn’t sit in the passenger seat, but got into the back seat, smoking all the way without saying a word.
Xia Chi knew this was a sign of his irritability and didn’t dare to take the initiative to speak.
The two of them returned home in silence. He Xiaoyun took off his shoes and didn’t put on slippers, sitting directly on the sofa. He spread his legs apart, putting his arms on the soft sofa back. At this time, the alcohol was churning up, along with those frustrations, irritability, and anger, stirring together, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Xia Chi changed his shoes and walked over with He Xiaoyun’s slippers. As he bent down to put the slippers at He Xiaoyun’s feet, He Xiaoyun “Tsk” tsked, as if disgusted, stood up and wanted to go upstairs.
But Xia Chi suddenly pressed his shoulder and pressed him back on the sofa. He Xiaoyun’s tolerance had reached its limit. If it weren’t for his grandfather’s sake, he wouldn’t have given him face in the bar just now.
But just as he was about to explode, Xia Chi suddenly knelt down.
He knelt between He Xiaoyun’s legs.
Xia Chi didn’t speak, reached out and went to undo He Xiaoyun’s belt buckle. He Xiaoyun didn’t expect him to make this move suddenly. By the time he reacted, Xia Chi had already pulled out his belt and was about to undo his pants.
He Xiaoyun reached out and pressed his hand, his throat dry from smoking too many cigarettes in the car and drinking alcohol, his voice hoarse: “What are you doing?”
“Don’t you want it? I said, I can do anything.” Xia Chi looked up at him, the place where he had hit him at the corner of his mouth was now swollen and red, with undried blood.
He Xiaoyun frowned tightly. He pulled Xia Chi’s hand away: “I also said, I can’t. If you really don’t want to provoke me, then fucking go back to America.”
After saying that, he was about to get up and leave.
But Xia Chi suddenly became aggressive, grabbing He Xiaoyun’s hand with one hand and pressing it on his thigh with the other, pressing his body that was just about to rise back on the sofa. The jealousy in his voice was like blood seeping from the gums when his teeth were clenched tightly: “Try me, I promise, I’ll do well, at least, at least better than those people outside.”
He Xiaoyun suddenly thought of the expression he had when he secretly bit the cigarette butt he had smoked that day, and looking at him now, he suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Then, he found that he couldn’t break free from Xia Chi’s hand at all.
Xia Chi had studied boxing for seven years, plus his height and build, not to mention ordinary people, even ordinary trained fighters would find it difficult to gain an advantage in front of him, not to mention He Xiaoyun had just drunk so much wine, and the reason why he was able to hit Xia Chi those two times just now was entirely because Xia Chi didn’t dodge. If he wanted to fight back, the current He Xiaoyun was no match for him at all.
“Let go of me, Xia Chi!” He Xiaoyun was pinned to the sofa by him and roared angrily.
Xia Chi grabbed He Xiaoyun’s swinging fist, grabbed his wrists together, and pressed them against He Xiaoyun’s chest, and quickly unbuttoned his pants with the other hand.
He Xiaoyun stretched out his foot to kick, but Xia Chi grabbed his ankle with one hand and braced his leg with his leg.
He was completely suppressed.
“Little Yun elder brother Brother…” Xia Chi seemed to be the one who had drunk too much wine. He stared at the button that had just been unbuttoned by him, as if he had found the only small crack in a tightly closed clam shell, as if he hadn’t noticed He Xiaoyun’s angry gaze at all.
He had thought about all kinds of slow ways, all kinds of submissive and flattering ways. He knew He Xiaoyun’s reputation outside, knew he had many lovers he knew and didn’t know. He thought he could endure it, but knowing and seeing it with his own eyes were completely different things.
When he saw He Xiaoyun kissing that strange little boy, all his psychological preparation was immediately shattered.
Since even a stranger could get him, why couldn’t he?
Xia Chi grabbed He Xiaoyun’s ankle, pressing him hard while stroking his ankle bone with his thumb, as if playing with a delicate piece of porcelain.
And his expression, mixed with jealousy, desire, and infatuation, only made He Xiaoyun’s back tingle.
“Don’t call me that, no one has ever called me that! And I’m not your what little Yun elder brother Brother!” He Xiaoyun had never been suppressed like this before. Now he couldn’t move his hands or feet. When he struggled, only his waist and abdomen could exert force, but as soon as he moved, he felt something pressing down on his lower abdomen.
He looked down and saw Xia Chi lowering his head, using his nose to rub open his pants seam, opening his mouth, and biting the hidden little zipper head into his mouth.
The zipper was silent and usually didn’t make a sound, but at this moment, He Xiaoyun felt that he could clearly hear the sound of the zipper being opened.
His pants were all custom-made, and the size was naturally just right. In this position, when Xia Chi’s teeth bit the zipper head, he would inevitably touch the things in his pants.
It was the feeling of teeth scraping.
The fire that had been suppressed in the bar suddenly burned back tenfold. Just this light touch made the suit pants almost immediately taut.