Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Fang Wen’s voice was light and cheerful. Jiang Chen thought about it. Usually, there are two room cards, and usually, a live-in assistant would have one, but Ling Sheng didn’t seem to give him one.

Looking at Ling Sheng, who was leaning against his arm and sleeping soundly, his soft hair drooping on his brow and spread out on the pillow, he looked gentle and quiet, completely without the clear-headedness and indifference he had when awake.

His hand slowly stroked down his back. Yesterday was too intense, and even in his sleep, his body still remembered the feeling of Jiang Chen touching him. Ling Sheng shrank his shoulders slightly, but he was too sleepy, so he just leaned closer to Jiang Chen and fell asleep again.

“Director Ling?”

A puzzled voice came from the phone.

Only then did Jiang Chen open his mouth with a smile: “He’s still sleeping. I’ll open the door for you.”

The other end of the phone went silent instantly.

Jiang Chen hung up the phone, climbed out of bed, found a bathrobe and put it on. When he got out of bed, he saw a mess on the floor, but Fang Wen was still waiting outside the door, so he stepped over the things on the floor and went out to open the door first.

After opening the door, Fang Wen outside the door was carrying a large white bag in his hand, holding a mobile phone in one hand, his face pale, looking at him with cold eyes and burning jealousy.

He seemed to want to question him, but after seeing the bathrobe he was wearing and the ambiguous hickeys exposed on his neck, he was momentarily stuck there.

Anyone would know what happened last night from this appearance.

“Give me the clothes. He’s too tired and still sleeping. I’ll tell him you came when he wakes up.” Jiang Chen reached out his hand to him. He wasn’t usually so childish, but thinking of Fang Wen’s righteous face yesterday, he couldn’t help but say, “Is there anything else you need to convey?”

Fang Wen had followed Ling Sheng for more than two years. He knew Ling Sheng’s sexual orientation, after all, Ling Sheng hadn’t deliberately hidden it. From the initial appreciation, it slowly accumulated into admiration, but Ling Sheng had been busy with work and didn’t seem to care much about relationships, but he was also self-disciplined, and had never gone to have fun in the open country of America.

He always felt that Ling Sheng was like himself, a reserved and introverted Easterner. They had a tacit understanding at work and understood each other in life. He would eventually walk to Ling Sheng’s side.

Fang Wen used all his strength to restrain himself from punching Jiang Chen in the face. After all, no matter how much he liked Ling Sheng, Ling Sheng was still single. He clenched the thing in his hand tightly, his voice dry, and asked coldly, “How are you here? What did you do to Director Ling?”

Seeing that he had no intention of giving him the thing in his hand at all, Jiang Chen also withdrew his hand. He could see Fang Wen’s thoughts, and he didn’t plan to hold back, and said directly: “I’ve been here since I got off work yesterday. You can’t control what I do to him.”

Fang Wen couldn’t bear it any longer. He walked directly past Jiang Chen. It hadn’t been cleaned up from yesterday until today. There were clothes and pants thrown all the way from the living room to the bedroom. The smell in the bedroom was very strong. Ling Sheng on the bed didn’t know when he had turned over, and one hand stretched out of the quilt. The marks on his neck and collarbone were clearly visible even in the dim light.

Fang Wen stayed on the spot, completely speechless.

Jiang Chen also came in afterwards. Seeing his exposed arm, he walked over, bent one leg and half-knelt on the bed, pulled the quilt over him and covered him.

They had been talking loudly at the door just now, and Ling Sheng had already been woken up a little. Now that he was fiddled with, he finally opened his eyes a little, saw that it was him, and called out softly in a hoarse voice: “…Xiao Chen.”

“Yeah, it’s me.” Jiang Chen replied, and Ling Sheng stretched out his arm and put it on his neck.

This was Ling Sheng’s habitual action of asking for a kiss, so Jiang Chen leaned over and kissed him. From the back, it looked as if Ling Sheng was hooking his neck and actively kissing him.

After kissing, Jiang Chen seemed to have just remembered, and said, “Your secretary sent you clothes.”

Ling Sheng frowned, as if he had just remembered this matter. His eyes were slightly clear, but it was only for a moment. He buried his face in the pillow again: “You take it, I’ll sleep for a while.”

He didn’t even plan to see him.

Jiang Chen felt comfortable all over. Fang Wen over there also heard Ling Sheng’s words clearly. The whole person stood there instantly embarrassed and humiliated, wishing he could run away.

Ling Sheng was really exhausted and soon fell asleep again. Jiang Chen stood up and signaled Fang Wen to go out and talk if he had anything to say. Only then did the two of them tiptoe out.

Fang Wen actually had nothing to say anymore. He was still holding onto the idea that Ling Sheng might not be conscious just now, or even drunk. After all, he grew up in the United States and his thinking was open. He was even preparing himself mentally. If Ling Sheng was unconscious, he could barely accept it. After all, Ling Sheng was still single.

But there was no smell of alcohol in the room. Ling Sheng even called the man in front of him by his nickname, and the first thing he wanted to do when he woke up was to kiss him.

This couldn’t be more obvious.

This lawyer Jiang not only knew Ling Sheng, they were lovers.

Or more like lovers.

Then why had Ling Sheng never mentioned him? And he had never seen Jiang Chen come to find Ling Sheng?

The clothes were placed on the table. Fang Wen looked at the tall man in the bathrobe in front of him, and couldn’t help but ask him: “You and Director Ling are…”

Jiang Chen was pleased by everything just now, and was quite patient when facing Fang Wen at this time: “Lovers.”

Fang Wen’s eyes were complicated. Jiang Chen saw that he didn’t speak, and wasn’t in a hurry. First, he opened the bag and looked at the clothes inside, then he went to pick up the clothes that were thrown all over the floor yesterday and threw them on the sofa, ready to take them to the laundry later, but Ling Sheng’s shirt definitely couldn’t be worn anymore, the buttons were all torn off, he would buy him a new one.

“Why have I never heard Director Ling mention you, and never seen you look for Director Ling?” Fang Wen still couldn’t help but ask, like a prisoner who knew the sentence but still wanted to hear the verdict.

Jiang Chen said lightly: “We broke up before he went abroad, and now he’s back, so we got back together.”

There were too many questions about why they broke up and why they got back together so quickly, but intuition told him that there was a story in it. The Ling Sheng he knew was not an impulsive person, calm, rational, and decisive in his actions. In the United States, such an oriental beauty was very charming in the eyes of many people, but he had never heard of, nor had he seen, Ling Sheng have any ambiguity with anyone.

He had a belly full of questions to ask, but at this time, the bedroom door was suddenly opened. Ling Sheng, wearing a bathrobe, stood there with a tired and slightly flustered expression, holding the doorknob. Seeing the two people in the living room, he was stunned at first, and then seeing that Jiang Chen was still there, the panic on his face faded, and instead he asked Fang Wen: “Why are you still here?”

Ling Sheng’s question directly made all of Fang Wen’s questions choke back into his stomach.

The reason why Ling Sheng didn’t mention it to Fang Wen was because he felt that these things had nothing to do with him, so he didn’t need to know at all.

In fact, in the United States, Ling Sheng hadn’t actively mentioned his relationship with Jiang Chen to anyone except Zhou Jiayan and Fang Xing, and He Xiaoyun, who he later contacted. He didn’t think it was necessary to tell others.

As for Fang Wen, he regarded him as a friend. He was very capable, and the two of them cooperated very well at work, but he didn’t know Jiang Chen, so he didn’t think it was necessary to talk to him. Later, Fang Wen’s gaze at him changed. After he hinted a few times without success, he gradually alienated him. This time he followed him back. The reason why he didn’t refuse was indeed because the foundation had just been established and needed people. Fang Wen was very suitable, and he was already preparing to transfer him to another position.

Jiang Chen was in a good mood at this time. He saw Ling Sheng’s hand holding the door with force, and knew that his body was still uncomfortable. After all, he knew how hard he had done it last night. He went over and put one hand on his waist, let him lean on himself, and asked, “Why did you get up?”

Ling Sheng’s gaze turned over and softened immediately: “Didn’t see you.”

The first thing he thought was whether everything last night was a dream, and then the soreness and marks on his body when he turned over confirmed it. He vaguely remembered that Fang Wen seemed to have come to deliver clothes, so why didn’t Jiang Chen come back?

So he climbed up and wanted to find him, worried that he had left.

Fang Wen knew that he was only humiliating himself by staying here, so he stood up and said, “Director Ling, then I’ll go first.”

The suite returned to silence. Jiang Chen bent down and picked him up. Just as he was about to carry him back to the bed, Ling Sheng’s hand pinched his arm: “Go to the sofa, I’m hungry.”

He hadn’t been eating well these past few days, and hadn’t been resting well, so his appetite wasn’t good. From last night, a hearty bout of sex, plus a settled heart, even though he still hadn’t slept enough, his stomach had already started to riot.

Jiang Chen called for room service. Ling Sheng hadn’t slept enough and leaned against him drowsily. The curtains in the living room were opened. The balcony of the hotel was very large, and the sun outside was very hot, and the room faced the right direction, illuminating the entire room, but because the room was large, the sun didn’t shine on the sofa, and only the filtered light fell on the two of them.

The two of them leaned on the sofa in bathrobes, doing nothing, just leaning together, and they both felt a rare peace and comfort, like the feeling after finally finishing a marathon and taking a good nap, the body was still sore, but the spirit was particularly relaxed and happy.

After a while, the hotel staff brought the meals up, which were all light. After the two of them washed up, they ate the porridge and side dishes with relish.

After eating, the two sat for a while and went to the bedroom again. Ling Sheng was still very tired, the kind of tiredness that comes from finally being able to sleep well after a long period of insomnia.

He leaned against Jiang Chen but didn’t fall asleep immediately, and said softly: “Let me tell you about what happened to you in the past two years.”

Jiang Chen hugged him, thought about it, but felt like there was nothing to say, just studying, wanting to finish his studies as soon as possible, and even exercising less. He smacked his lips for a long time, picking and choosing in his memory, trying to find something interesting to say: “Last year, I was playing with Youyou, and he peed directly on me. I just took a shower and changed my clothes, and he pooped on me again.”

Ling Sheng smiled: “I heard that this represents good luck.”

Jiang Chen frowned and shook his head: “My mom also said that children’s poop doesn’t stink. I felt like the smell on my body didn’t disappear for three days. I didn’t dare to hold him again for a month.”

In the past two years, he could only be happy when he saw Youyou.

Ling Sheng leaned over to smell him, his nose arching open his bathrobe, his nose tip rubbing against his chest. Jiang Chen was tickled by him, so he went to tickle his armpits. Ling Sheng dodged backwards and was turned over and pressed down by Jiang Chen.

The two of them were only wearing bathrobes, and they rubbed open in a few strokes. If it weren’t for seeing that Ling Sheng was really too tired, Jiang Chen would have directly held him down and done it again.

He got off him, helped him tidy up his bathrobe, put his arm around his waist and hugged him into his arms, but Ling Sheng raised his head, his eyes looking straight into his eyes. The two were very close, so close that they could see each other’s eyelashes clearly.

Ling Sheng raised his hand, his palm touching his cheek, and said softly: “Tell me something else.”

Jiang Chen thought about it and really felt like there was nothing to say, so he said: “Just studying, otherwise how could I graduate early, there’s nothing else.”

Ling Sheng’s thumb gently rubbed across his lips, his tone soft and gentle, with a lot of heartache: “Then why didn’t you go to school for a week last November?”

Jiang Chen was stunned when he said this time. The hand that was holding his waist tightened suddenly.

Ling Sheng felt it. He was already mentally prepared, but his throat still choked a little: “Why did you go to Jiang beach?”

Jiang Chen looked at him deeply. He didn’t think there was anything wrong at first, but after he said it, a sudden surge of great grievance surged up. He sniffed lightly in his nose, and his throat was stuck by a mass of nothingness cotton.

“…How do you know?”

“I know everything.”