TLSOTMTKOGAYWHTDI Chapter 103

Chapter 102: You Should Drink Soy Milk in the Morning

Chapter 102: You Should Drink Soy Milk in the Morning

Yu Feng Ran woke up with a splitting headache.

He squinted and looked around, realizing he was still wearing yesterday’s clothes. His shirt was crumpled, and there were wine stains on the collar. The room was filled with a faint smell of alcohol, and the sunlight seeping through the curtain gaps hurt his eyes.

He propped himself up on the bed, his temples throbbing.

Fragments of last night’s memories surfaced – Liu Jinchen bringing him back, Lin Jianhe picking him up with a cold face, and then… they argued.

Yu Feng Ran rubbed his forehead, his throat as dry as if it had been sanded.

He got out of bed, his bare feet touching the floor. The cold sensation made him a little more awake.

The face in the bathroom mirror was pale, with faint dark circles under his eyes, and his lips were chapped from the hangover.

Yu Feng Ran stared at himself for a few seconds, suddenly feeling a bit ridiculous.

He had taken care of Lin Jianhe countless times when he was drunk, cooking hangover soup, wiping his face, changing his clothes, even staying by his bedside all night.

And now, he was drunk and unconscious, but Lin Jianhe simply slammed the door and left.

How ironic.

The hot water washed away the smell of alcohol, and Yu Feng Ran changed into a clean suit, forcing himself to perk up.

He picked up his phone, but there were no missed calls or messages on the screen.

Lin Jianhe hadn’t come home all night, and hadn’t even sent a text.

Yu Feng Ran sneered, stuffed his phone into his pocket, and pushed the door open.

The early autumn morning brought a cool breeze, and Yu Feng Ran was blocked by a tall figure as soon as he stepped out.

“Morning.”

Liu Jinchen stood in front of him, holding two cups of steaming soy milk.

Today, he wasn’t wearing that tight-fitting cheap outfit but a black leather jacket. His flowery arm was exposed, and the thick gold chain still hung around his neck, giving him a rough and rebellious air.

Yu Feng Ran was stunned: “What are you doing here?”

“Buying soy milk.”

Liu Jinchen shook the bag in his hand, “The soy milk here is especially good. I bought an extra cup today, do you want it?”

Yu Feng Ran frowned: “No thanks, I only drink coffee in the morning.”

Liu Jinchen clicked his tongue: “You drank so much alcohol last night, why drink coffee? It’s bad for your stomach.”

As he spoke, he stuffed the soy milk into Yu Feng Ran’s hand without giving him a chance to refuse, “Drink it while it’s hot.”

Before Yu Feng Ran could refuse, Liu Jinchen had already turned and left, his back view as carefree as if he had completed a major task.

Yu Feng Ran stood there, holding the warm soy milk, unsure of what to say.

He looked down at the soy milk cup, which was printed with the words “Old Wang’s Soy Milk,” simple to the point of being rustic.

After hesitating for a moment, Yu Feng Ran opened the lid and took a cautious sip.

Sweet but not greasy, with a rich soy flavor, the warm liquid slid down his throat, making his stomach feel much better.

Yu Feng Ran paused, then took another sip.

He usually only drank black coffee in the morning, bitter enough to make him wake up, but today this cup of soy milk made him relax for some reason.

—

At the company, Zhuo Huaimo was making coffee in the pantry.

“Morning, want some coffee? I’ll make you a cup!”

“Not for now!”

Yu Feng Ran walked over and threw the empty soy milk cup into the trash can.

Zhuo Huaimo raised his eyebrows: “What’s gotten into you? You’re not drinking coffee this morning?”

Yu Feng Ran hummed: “I had soy milk this morning, so I’m not thirsty!”

Zhuo Huaimo was curious: “Oh? Did you buy it yourself?”

“No,”

Yu Feng Ran said casually, “Liu Jinchen gave it to me.”

Zhuo Huaimo paused, his eyes subtly glancing at him: “Liu Jinchen? He ran over to bring you soy milk early in the morning?”

Yu Feng Ran frowned: “It wasn’t on purpose, it was a coincidence. He said he only drinks soy milk from a place near our house, and I tasted it, it’s pretty good!”

Zhuo Huaimo said “Oh” meaningfully, “Is it good?”

Yu Feng Ran was a little puzzled and looked at him, “It’s not bad, should I bring you a cup tomorrow morning?”

Zhuo Huaimo smiled noncommittally, this kid hasn’t figured it out yet, he said repeatedly,

“No need!”

After speaking, he carried his coffee back to his office.

As soon as he entered, he took out his phone and quickly sent a message to Qi Yanwang:

[Come to the company ASAP! Something big happened!]

Five minutes later, Qi Yanwang rushed into the office in a flurry, his suit jacket not even on, his tie askew, obviously speeding over.

“What’s wrong? Who bullied you?” Qi Yanwang grabbed Zhuo Huaimo’s shoulders and looked him up and down.

Zhuo Huaimo stealthily lowered the blinds and pointed to the outside of the door with a smile:

“It’s not me, it’s Yu Feng Ran.”

Qi Yanwang was stunned: “What happened to him?”

Zhuo Huaimo lowered his voice: “This morning Liu Jinchen brought him soy milk!”

Qi Yanwang: “…”

He was silent for three seconds, then suddenly laughed: “Honey, did you urgently call me here just to gossip with you?”

Zhuo Huaimo poked his chest: “Do you think Liu Jinchen is interested in Yu Feng Ran?”

Qi Yanwang raised his eyebrows: “They only met for the first time yesterday, right?”

“So what? I fell in love with you at first sight, and I was ready to make a move!”

Zhuo Huaimo stroked his chin: “I think so, otherwise who would run over to bring soy milk so early in the morning? He even said it was a coincidence, do you believe that? It takes more than an hour to drive from Liu Jinchen’s house to Yu Feng Ran’s house!”

Qi Yanwang smiled and wrapped his arms around his waist: “I like hearing the first half of that!”

Zhuo Huaimo poked him: “Hey, be serious! Objectively speaking about Liu Jinchen, I think he’s good as a friend, but…”

He paused, “His reputation doesn’t seem very good. I remember he played around with a lot of little stars before!”

“Honey, why are you so concerned about others? I’m going to be jealous!”

Qi Yanwang lowered his head and kissed his forehead: “Care about me!”

Zhuo Huaimo gently bit him, “How am I not caring about you? Feng Ran is our best friend, and I just think that Lin Jianhe isn’t reliable, but now Liu Jinchen has appeared, and I still think it would be good if there was a better choice!”

Qi Yanwang hugged him, “Lao Liu was pretty wild before, but people always change. I think he wants to settle down, he just hasn’t met the right person yet. Maybe he and Lao Yu are really a good match!”

“Really? But I think Feng Ran still likes the elite type like Lin Jianhe!”

Qi Yanwang gently nibbled on his earlobe, “In matters of the heart, there are no absolutes! Don’t worry so much, I’m sleepy, I want to go to your lounge…”

“Qi Yanwang!”

…

Yu Feng Ran stared at the computer screen, his fingers mechanically tapping the keyboard, but he couldn’t focus on the words in the document.

It had been five days.

Lin Jianhe hadn’t sent a single message or made a single call, as if he had completely disappeared from his world.

He rubbed his temples, forcing himself to concentrate, but his thoughts uncontrollably drifted back to the argument that night.

Lin Jianhe’s indifferent eyes, sarcastic tone, and that sentence, “Do you think too highly of yourself?”

His heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand. Yu Feng Ran took a deep breath and closed the document.

The sky outside the window was darkening, and people in the office were leaving one after another, leaving only him.

He picked up his phone, unlocked it habitually, then locked it again. After repeating this several times, he finally opened his contacts, his finger hovering over Lin Jianhe’s name.

Should he call?

What would he say if he called?

Ask him why he hadn’t contacted him? Ask him where he had gone that night?

Yu Feng Ran smiled self-deprecatingly, locked the screen, and threw the phone back on the desk.

—

At the same time, Lin Jianhe stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the cigarette between his fingers burned to the end.

Outside the window were the city lights in the twilight, and on his phone screen was a message sent by his father half an hour ago:

[Have you found out where that money went? When exactly can we deal with Zhuo Huaimo’s side?]

The ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and the whiskey on the coffee table was also empty.

He impatiently unbuttoned the top two buttons of his collar, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed the last mouthful of alcohol.

Five days.

He hadn’t contacted Yu Feng Ran for a whole five days.

In the past, Yu Feng Ran would always appear at the right time – holding a warm glass of honey water, massaging his temples with those soft hands.

Or the two of them would indulge together.

That man always knew when to quietly accompany him and when to enthusiastically cater to him.

Lin Jianhe’s breathing unconsciously quickened.

He picked up his phone, unlocked it, and locked it again.

The screen was clean, with no unread messages.

“Damn…” he slammed the phone hard on the sofa.

The villa was eerily quiet.

There was no sound of Yu Feng Ran brewing coffee, no gentle inquiries about “Do you want something to eat,” and no energetic flattery as he squatted beside him.

Lin Jianhe suddenly felt thirsty.

He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, but found the kettle was empty – he never needed to worry about these trivial matters before.

There was still a note left by Yu Feng Ran on the refrigerator door: [Remember to eat breakfast].

The neat handwriting was piercingly familiar.

His fingers unconsciously stroked the note, Lin Jianhe’s temples throbbing.

His father’s urging, the company’s pressure, and those shady dealings, all his worries rushed to the surface.

He desperately needed to vent, and the only person who could completely relax him had been pushed away by his own hand.

A haggard face was reflected in the bathroom mirror.

Lin Jianhe stared at his reddened eyes, suddenly recalling the last time he was here, how Yu Feng Ran had been pinned against the sink by him and fucked until his legs went weak.

That always gentle and obedient man looked particularly sexy when he cried and begged beneath him.

What he needed was Yu Feng Ran’s warm body, he needed to hear that man’s sobbing voice begging for mercy.

The phone suddenly vibrated.

Lin Jianhe almost lunged to grab it, but his face darkened when he saw the caller ID – it was his father again.

“Hello,” he said in a hoarse voice.

“You must give me an answer tomorrow.”

His father’s voice was cold and hard as iron, “The Zhuo Huaimo matter can’t be delayed any longer.”

Lin Jianhe gripped his phone tightly: “I know.”

“That money—”

“I said I know!”

He suddenly raised his voice, then suppressed his anger, “I’ll take care of it.”

After hanging up, Lin Jianhe grabbed his coat and walked out.

He needed to see Yu Feng Ran, right now.

In the dozens of seconds that the elevator was descending, his fingers kept tapping the metal handrail.

The underground garage was bone-chillingly cold, but Lin Jianhe was burning all over.

He started the car, the tires making a screeching sound.

The city in the night sped past outside the car window.

Lin Jianhe unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt with one hand, while the other hand gripped the steering wheel tightly.

He hadn’t touched Yu Feng Ran for five days, and he craved that body more than he imagined.

When the car screeched to a halt in front of the Xingyue Media building, Lin Jianhe’s temples were still throbbing.

He looked up at the office building, some windows were still lit – Yu Feng Ran must still be working overtime.

That workaholic.

Lin Jianhe turned off the engine, but didn’t get out of the car immediately.

He suddenly realized how disheveled he looked – his collar wide open, his eyes red, looking like a horny madman.

But who cared! Tonight, he was going to take Yu Feng Ran home, pin him on the bed until that person cried and admitted his mistake…