Is This The Right Way To Repay A Favor? Chapter 76
byAdjustment
Shen Zhiyu casually found an office. “Excuse me, which office is CEO Jiang in?”
The people in the office gasped when they saw Shen Zhiyu. But this was a large company, trained by years of professional work, and they quickly quieted down.
One person stepped out to lead the way. “CEO Jiang’s office is on the 36th floor. I’ll take you to Assistant Wei first.”
“Alright, thank you.”
The offices of Languang Media’s executives have strict meeting procedures. Anyone below seeking Jiang Zhou needs approval from the secretarial department before going upstairs.
The employee led Shen Zhiyu to the 32nd floor to find Wei Yan.
Wei Yan was surprised for a moment when he saw Shen Zhiyu. “Mr. Shen?”
“Where is he?” Shen Zhiyu asked.
Wei Yan remembered Jiang Zhou’s uncontrolled state when he first returned and hesitated about whether to take Shen Zhiyu up.
Shen Zhiyu slightly frowned. “Or should I ask him to come down and meet me?”
“No, no need. I’ll take you up right away.”
That invisible pressure returned, and Wei Yan hurriedly led the way.
The 36th floor requires a specialized elevator card. Wei Yan swiped the card and was about to step in.
Shen Zhiyu immediately raised his hand and closed the elevator door. “You don’t need to come.”
Wei Yan instantly pulled his foot back.
Shen Zhiyu had wanted to rush over as soon as he finished his work. But he was afraid that pushing Jiang Zhou too hard would be counterproductive, so he deliberately gave him ten minutes to calm down.
The elevator quickly reached the 36th floor.
This entire floor belonged only to Jiang Zhou, essentially set up as a residential office, complete with a gym, shower room, and bedroom.
The space was large, and it took Shen Zhiyu a moment to find Jiang Zhou in the bathroom connected to the bedroom.
Jiang Zhou had stripped off his clothes, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs. He was curled up on the floor, his right hand tightly gripping his left wrist, trembling all over, tears blurring his entire face.
An inexplicable pang of sorrow welled up from the bottom of Shen Zhiyu’s heart.
Shen Zhiyu walked over softly, crouched down in front of Jiang Zhou, and slowly pried open his tightly clenched hands.
A clear, bright bracelet flashed with tiny silver light under the illumination of the lamp.
Shen Zhiyu gently picked him up, then turned on the shower, carefully cleaning him while meticulously checking his body. After repeated checks confirmed that Jiang Zhou had no obvious external injuries other than the imprint of the bracelet pressed into his wrist, Shen Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief.
It was fortunate that the bracelet was there; it had temporarily soothed Jiang Zhou’s emotions.
Jiang Zhou allowed him to move him, his scattered consciousness slowly returning.
Shen Zhiyu went to turn off the shower. The other party suddenly wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely.
His kiss was savage and urgent, like someone on the verge of drowning, searching desperately, as if trying to confirm the only real existence in a void through this method.
The unfamiliar panic and the agitation of punishment seemed to gradually disappear. All emotional sensations were concentrated between their lips and teeth, carrying a faint, clean scent, so real it made one want to cry.
Jiang Zhou closed his eyes, tears silently streaming down.
Their breaths intertwined hotly, and the scent of blood spread. Shen Zhiyu let him explore and devour wildly.
After an unknown amount of time, the brutal gnawing slowed down.
Shen Zhiyu held his waist, one hand supporting the back of his neck, his thumb gently stroking his rapidly beating pulse, offering silent comfort.
Shen Zhiyu gradually shifted from being passive to active. His kiss was slow and deep, like a warm, thick current flowing in, meticulously soothing every inch of the other’s shock.
Under his comfort, the tense body softened little by little. Jiang Zhou’s hands, which had been tightly clutching Shen Zhiyu’s neck, loosened, instead weakly clinging to his shoulders.
A warm palm stroked him, dispelling a trace of coldness, leaving behind warmth and a subtle tremor.
Shen Zhiyu embraced and kissed him, leading him out of the bathroom.
Jiang Zhou tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and wholeheartedly felt the scorching breath falling on his skin.
A subtle flutter rippled, and their breathing rose and fell like waves. Uncontrollable whimpers sounded. Jiang Zhou instinctively turned his head and fiercely bit the flushed hollow of Shen Zhiyu’s neck.
In the movement, his nose brushed against a patch of smooth skin, where the pulse was beating intensely, gradually synchronizing and resonating with his own heartbeat.
Jiang Zhou completely relaxed in this gentle back and forth.
After calming down for a while, Jiang Zhou quickly became restless again, lightly rubbing his face against the hollow of the other’s neck.
Heavy breaths lightly brushed past, carrying a slight shiver.
Shen Zhiyu looked up and saw that Jiang Zhou’s eyes still held lingering fear. It seemed the warmth he had just absorbed was far from enough to dispel the coldness deep within his soul.
Jiang Zhou gently opened his mouth, his teeth lightly catching the warm, reddened skin on the side of Shen Zhiyu’s neck, like making a primal mark, accompanied by a whimpering nasal sound.
“Don’t leave,” his voice was low and hoarse, carrying a subtle, hard-to-detect tremor.
Shen Zhiyu’s hand gently stroked the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Warm breaths shifted, sweeping past his taut jawline, stopping at his violently rising and falling neck.
His fingertips were scorching, and everywhere they touched seemed to ignite tiny sparks, dispelling the last trace of coldness deep within Jiang Zhou’s soul.
The intimacy, which had been absent for so long, made Jiang Zhou unconsciously furrow his brow.
Shen Zhiyu reached out to smooth away the anxiety between Jiang Zhou’s brows, waiting patiently.
The heat rippled out, submerging all anxiety, leaving only a dazed blankness.
In the repeated gentle invasions, Jiang Zhou allowed himself to sink into this deep sea.
Shen Zhiyu held him, letting out a satisfied sigh.
It had to be his A-Zhou.
What kind of miserable life had he been living recently!
Jiang Zhou’s emotions had fluctuated too much, and after being tormented for so long, he finally fell into a deep sleep.
Shen Zhiyu asked Wei Yan to order some food and have it sent up.
Wei Yan was observant and placed the food on the display table outside the elevator, not entering the floor.
Jiang Zhou’s bedroom was a suite connected to his office.
Shen Zhiyu walked around Jiang Zhou’s office. His desk was a bit messy, piled with files and some miscellaneous tools. The drawer was open, showing signs of having been rummaged through.
Shen Zhiyu saw a photo frame placed face down on the desk. He flipped it over and saw a picture of himself.
It was a very old, youthful photo, the edges of which were even yellowing. Looking down, Shen Zhiyu saw a pile of photos in the drawer; every single one was of him.
Shen Zhiyu helped him tidy them up and locked the drawer.
The sky had completely darkened, and the city lights were coming on. Looking down from the high-rise, he could see the brilliant lights outside the window.
Shen Zhiyu stood by the window for a while, then heard a faint sound from the bedroom. Jiang Zhou was awake. He had slept for a full three hours.
Shen Zhiyu returned to the bedroom. Jiang Zhou was getting dressed, and when he saw him, his eyes flickered away unnaturally.
Shen Zhiyu was only wearing a shirt and trousers. The size was a bit small, the buttons only fastened down to his waist, and the style was clearly taken from Jiang Zhou’s wardrobe.
Shen Zhiyu showed no embarrassment, walking toward him with a natural expression. “Should we eat in here or outside?”
The air in the bedroom hadn’t completely faded, still carrying the lingering scent of their recent indulgence. Jiang Zhou certainly didn’t want to eat in such an environment. He quickly fastened the last button of his clothes. “Outside.”
Jiang Zhou had little appetite, picking at his food, his eyes constantly glancing at Shen Zhiyu.
Shen Zhiyu was wearing his clothes, which gave him the illusion that Shen Zhiyu was his possession.
He looked so frequently that Shen Zhiyu became a little impatient. “If you keep looking, I’ll get up.”
Jiang Zhou sheepishly withdrew his gaze, his face bright red, and he couldn’t help but say, “Don’t talk so…”
Jiang Zhou wanted to say crude, but that word seemed a bit too much, so the word circled in his throat and changed to “direct.”
Shen Zhiyu: “You’ve heard plenty that was more direct. Haven’t you gotten used to it yet?”
Jiang Zhou: ……
Was the bed the same as outside the bed? This man never knew how to distinguish between settings.
Jiang Zhou suddenly stiffened all over.
Distinguish between settings.
Jiang Zhou suddenly understood.
Shen Zhiyu was doing it on purpose; he deliberately blurred the lines of their interaction in different settings. From the bed to the outside, from sinking into passion to sobriety.
Jiang Zhou’s throat felt tight, and tears fell without warning.
Shen Zhiyu reached out to wipe away his tears, sighing softly. “Why are you crying? Are you that moved just by eating a meal?”
Jiang Zhou suddenly dropped his chopsticks and ran into the bedroom.
Shen Zhiyu followed him. Just as he reached the doorway, he saw Jiang Zhou, like a child throwing a tantrum, climb onto the bed and cover himself with the quilt.
Shen Zhiyu lay down beside him. He didn’t lift the quilt, just gently held him through it.
The shoulders under the quilt lightly convulsed, accompanied by suppressed sobs.
Gradually, the sobbing stopped, and a muffled, tearful voice came through the quilt.
“What are you doing?”
Jiang Zhou was naturally questioning what Shen Zhiyu had said during the live stream viewing session.
Shen Zhiyu deliberately misinterpreted him, answering irrelevantly, “Holding you.”
Jiang Zhou pulled down the quilt, revealing a pair of red, swollen eyes from crying. “You know what I’m asking.”
Shen Zhiyu lowered his head and kissed away the tears clinging to his eyelashes, pressing a kiss to his eyelids. “Didn’t you hear it?”
“I like you. I am pursuing you.”
He answered so directly.
Jiang Zhou waited for the agitation of punishment deep within his heart.
But unexpectedly, the agitation of punishment did not surge forth. Instead, a shameful joy sprouted deep within Jiang Zhou’s soul.
A hand reached out from outside the quilt, grasping Jiang Zhou’s hand, seemingly checking if he would harm himself because of those words.
Touching a soft palm, Shen Zhiyu gently pressed his own hand against it, interlocking their fingers perfectly.
Seeing that Jiang Zhou hadn’t harmed himself this time, Shen Zhiyu felt somewhat relieved.
“That’s some progress.”
Jiang Zhou lowered his eyes, his gaze slightly unfocused as he stared at the orange-yellow quilt. “When did you find out?”
“Are you asking when you liked me, or when I liked you?”
He always spoke of liking so easily, making Jiang Zhou’s heart race and his ears feel hot.
Before Jiang Zhou could answer, Shen Zhiyu continued, “At the same time.”
Hearing this, Jiang Zhou looked up at Shen Zhiyu.
Shen Zhiyu looked at him unblinkingly, his eyes filled with a soft, warm light, tender as water.