ATPN Chapter 82

Chapter 81: The Scene Is Too Beautiful

On the spacious and brightly lit balcony on the 22nd floor, a tall and slender figure stood quietly, gazing at the city’s traffic and glittering neon lights.

The phone on the small table on the balcony kept buzzing, the conversation popping up on the screen indicating the other person’s anxiety.

However, Song Baiyan, standing by the balcony, turned a deaf ear. He merely glanced casually at the small table, then turned his attention back to the cityscape before him.

The person sending messages waited for a long time without a reply, and probably ran out of patience, directly calling. Song Baiyan leisurely picked up his phone, pressed the answer button, and before he could speak, a barrage of complaints came from the other end,

“I sent you so many messages, why didn’t you reply to even one? You could at least make a sound…”

Fang Jingtong’s voice was filled with dissatisfaction. Song Baiyan silently held the phone further away, waited for him to finish his rant in one breath, and then faintly uttered two words: “What’s up?”

Fang Jingtong was choked for a moment, and sighed helplessly: “I really owe you in my past life! Is that Yú Měirén on stage tonight?”

Hearing the name, Song Baiyan’s eyes flickered slightly: “Yes.”

Hearing the affirmative answer, Fang Jingtong’s voice rose an octave: “Why did he run over here? Can’t you hide him better? You even let him drive your car? I saw it, Liang Yu and the others saw it too, you know?”

Song Baiyan paused slightly, and then slowly opened his mouth: “I know,” his voice as calm as the sea after the tide, without any waves.

“Hey, no, you knew? As soon as you guys left, Liang Yu’s face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, oh my god, it was so scary, and that Wei Xuan too…”

“…”

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Jingtong suddenly realized something, slammed on the brakes, and asked uncertainly, “…Did you do it on purpose?”

Song Baiyan simply quietly looked at the night sky, without speaking.

The best way to deter Wei Xuan was to classify Yú Zhǎnróng as his man. With Wei Xuan’s style of doing things, once he knew the relationship between Yú Zhǎnróng and himself, he would definitely not dare to have any more ideas.

“You’re such a dog, but are you sure it’s useful? Wei Xuan probably won’t dare to move if he knows he’s your person, but I think Liang Yu’s side is going to be tough, and might make things difficult for Yú Měirén.”

Liang Yu had always been infatuated with Song Baiyan, and he couldn’t stand anyone being too close to Song Baiyan. If he knew that the two were not only closely related, but also neighbors, wouldn’t that be a disaster?

Just thinking about it gave Fang Jingtong a headache. Liang Yu’s spoiled personality was too difficult to deal with. His intentions towards Song Baiyan were obvious, but unfortunately his love was unrequited.

Song Baiyan didn’t like Liang Yu.

He liked Yú Měirén.

“I will find time to talk to Liang Xiao.” Song Baiyan frowned, a trace of coldness flashing in his eyes.

“Okay, I guess.”

Hopefully Liang Yu would listen to Liang Xiao. But Fang Jingtong wasn’t optimistic. Liang Xiao was more than ten years older than Liang Yu, raising him like a son. It would be good if he wasn’t led astray. Moreover, when Liang Yu went crazy, it could be unbearable.

“Speaking of which, how did Yú Měirén get to know Liang Xiao? He even got Liang Xiao to come forward. And does Yú Měirén lack money? Why go to a bar for a part-time job?”

“Don’t know.”

Fang Jingtong was speechless: “How come you don’t know anything? You went all the way back together, didn’t you ask?”

Song Baiyan said no.

“Really, the emperor isn’t worried, but the eunuch is dying of anxiety. You have such a big heart, don’t you want your wife?” Fang Jingtong teased him.

Song Baiyan was amused by his words. He took a cigarette from the table, put it to his mouth and took a light puff, slowly exhaling a puff of smoke before leisurely saying: “What? Do you think I can’t protect him?”

Fang Jingtong was speechless: “…”

Okay, he was just worrying unnecessarily.

It seemed that he, an old hand with women, was being fed dog food?

He’d better find Little Grapefruit to play games with.

After hanging up the phone, Song Baiyan looked at the burning cigarette in his hand, and immediately pressed it into the ashtray. The light was gone, leaving only a wisp of smoke, which dissipated with a gust of wind.

He turned and went into the house.

*

Yú Zhǎnróng, who had already taken a shower and was preparing to rest, lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

What was Song Baiyan thinking?

Regarding tonight’s events, why didn’t he ask anything?

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t sleep. Yú Zhǎnróng took a deep breath, got out of bed, put on a coat, and walked outside.

He didn’t know if he was asleep or not?

Yú Zhǎnróng stood at the door, hesitating again and again, but still felt that he had to explain things clearly.

Or should he sneak in himself? If Song Baiyan was asleep, he would go back. If he wasn’t asleep…

Song Baiyan had told him that he could go in at any time, anyway, he knew the password, so it shouldn’t matter if he sneaked a peek.

Enter the password, pound key, click.

“Whoa! The living room light is still on!” Yú Zhǎnróng’s heart skipped a beat, and he muttered in a low voice.

He crouched down in the entryway, not daring to move, feeling like a thief, the feeling of stealing was a bit too strong.

But he had already come.

He had to see if he was asleep or not.

Change shoes and enter the house.

“What are you doing?”

The hand holding the slippers trembled, and the two shoes fell to his feet with a crack. He straightened his back with difficulty.

“Senior Brother…!”

His eyes widened like copper bells!

The scene was too beautiful, too stimulating, Yú Zhǎnróng covered his eyes and squatted on the ground with a *whoosh*.

Wuwu ah ah ah!!!

Abs!!!

And pecs!!!!

He saw it all.

Song Baiyan looked at the person covering his face and shaking his head frantically, looking puzzled.

“What’s wrong? Did you drink?”

Yú Zhǎnróng buried his head, his mouth splitting open to his ears, unable to lift his head at all. Hearing his question, he could only shake his head.

Oh my god! Family, does anyone understand?

This body made him hiss and gasp.

Heaven knows why he came over?

Yú Zhǎnróng was now afraid that Song Baiyan would discover his horny nature and throw him out directly.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, and Yú Zhǎnróng’s expression was getting more and more out of control. What to do? How could he not be discovered.

Wuwuwu, he’s coming, he’s coming, the male model is walking towards him.

In order to prevent his drooling, infatuated expression from being discovered, Yú Zhǎnróng immediately jumped up when Song Baiyan touched him, hugged Song Baiyan’s neck, and buried his face in his neck.

Song Baiyan was startled, but his hand subconsciously hugged him, holding him in his arms.

Yú Zhǎnróng hung on Song Baiyan like a koala bear, his face pressed against his neck, his temperature rising higher and higher.

The skin pressed against his neck was very hot, Song Baiyan frowned: “Do you have a fever?”

In heat?

Even Yú Zhǎnróng’s ears started to burn.

Song Baiyan wanted to step back a little to see if he was really feeling unwell, but Yú Zhǎnróng tightened his grip and wouldn’t let go.

Children like to cling to people when they are sick, Song Baiyan had no choice but to hold him up with one hand, freeing up the other to comfortingly knead his neck: “What’s wrong?”

Yú Zhǎnróng shrunk his neck from the kneading, still burying his face and shaking his head.

He didn’t dare to show his face now, still hanging on him, pretending to be dead with his eyes closed seemed better.