QWAPMP Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Twin Male Supporting Character’s Older Brother

The driver looked back at him, seeking instructions on what to do.

Kadar Manor was located in a remote area, sparsely populated. Leaving him alone to walk back to the city from here would mean he wouldn’t arrive until dawn!

Yan Ye loosened his tie, trying to appear more relaxed. “Go down and tell him to come up.”

The driver responded and opened the car door to get out. He returned shortly. “President Yan, he doesn’t want to come up, and…”

“And what?” Yan Ye’s voice unintentionally turned cold.

“He seems to be running a slight fever.” The driver was startled by his sudden cold tone, and his reply was slightly trembling.

Yan Ye didn’t press further. Instead, he opened the car door and got out himself.

Soon, he returned carrying someone. The driver was perceptive and immediately opened the back door for him.

“Drive,” Yan Ye said, the first words since he brought the person back. His voice was icy.

The driver didn’t dare to say another word. He stepped on the gas, focusing intently on driving. No matter how curious he was about who President Yan was carrying, he didn’t dare to look back.

The male supporting character’s body was alarmingly hot, as if something unexpected had happened. Yan Ye frowned in thought, but suddenly met a pair of glistening eyes.

“Thank you,” Song Xi said in a small voice, enduring his physical discomfort. He kept pinching his palms, trying to stay awake.

He didn’t know why he suddenly felt this way. When his feverish body touched something cool, he couldn’t help but want to cling to it.

His flushed face and lustful eyes gradually made Yan Ye understand what was happening, and his lips formed a displeased curve.

Had he accidentally ingested the drug intended for Meng Zhou?

Yan Ye was lost in thought, and his hand on Song Xi’s waist unconsciously tightened, drawing him closer, giving Song Xi an opportunity to act wantonly.

His expensive suit pants were creased several times, and a bulging area pressed tightly against his thigh.

Yan Ye finally snapped back to reality when he heard a suppressed, trembling groan. He lowered his head to look at the embarrassed person in his arms, hearing him murmur, “I, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Yan Ye glanced down at the damp spot, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He gave a soft, noncommittal “Mm,” and slowly stroked Song Xi’s fluffy hair. “Just tonight, and never again.”

Song Xi rested his chin on his shoulder, his ears red and hot. “Just, just take me back to the hotel.”

If he stayed with President Yan any longer, he was afraid he wouldn’t have the face to see anyone tomorrow.

His body was always so honest. Song Xi had just rubbed against him, thinking it was over, that he was fine, but then that uncomfortable feeling returned, and once again he was sitting on this man’s lap…

Yan Ye turned his head slightly, his indifferent eyes seemingly avoiding anything inappropriate, but the hand on Song Xi’s waist didn’t loosen.

Song Xi was struggling to endure it. He started by pinching his palms, but then boldly reached up to cling to President Yan’s neck, placing all his weight on him. Because his head was resting on his neck, his hot lips brushed against it several times as he moaned.

Yan Ye turned his head, and what entered his eyes was a male supporting character who was already out of control, acting even more boldly. He tilted his head back and bit down on his lips.

Even when he drew blood, Song Xi didn’t know what a kiss was, only wanting to cling to this person.

Yan Ye wasn’t a saint and wouldn’t remain unmoved forever. He wiped away the blood on his lips, his deep eyes changing inscrutably, eventually turning passivity into initiative, teaching this male supporting character who only knew how to bite what a kiss truly was.

Late at night, in a large room, two slender figures were intertwined. The young man’s whimpering sounds of grievance kept rising, finally ending with a muffled groan from the man.

The next morning, all the news reports were about the marriage alliance between the Song and Meng families, as well as the news of Song Corporation’s stock price steadily rising.

Yan Ye finished reading the news and had just finished breakfast. He asked the auntie who cooked to prepare another breakfast for him to take upstairs to someone who hadn’t woken up yet.

With the drug’s effects wearing off, Song Xi was sleeping soundly, still hugging a pillow, occasionally rubbing his cheek against it.

Seeing that he wasn’t awake yet, Yan Ye put the breakfast on the table and picked up a work document, sitting on the nearby sofa to read.

Yesterday’s schedule was postponed to today because he had to attend the engagement banquet. The secretary arrived at the company but didn’t see the boss, and seeing that it was almost time for the scheduled meeting, she hesitated for three seconds before calling him directly.

When Song Xi woke up, he saw a tall figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, talking on the phone. The morning light shone on his handsome profile, revealing infinite charm.

Song Xi heard the sound of his own heart beating faster, his fingers clenching the clothes at his chest, his expression a little overwhelmed.

Yan Ye was halfway through the phone call when he realized Song Xi was awake, so he simply said he would talk about it tomorrow and hung up.

“Awake? Anything you want to say?” Yan Ye put the phone aside, walked to the bedside, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Although the plot had changed, the fact that the male supporting character drugged himself left Yan Ye speechless.

Song Xi leaped up from the bed, the white shirt barely covering his bottom, still revealing a large part of it.

Song Xi still had some sense of shame. He quickly grabbed the blanket to cover himself, his cheeks flushed, at a loss, and could only stare blankly at him.

“Sorry, there aren’t any clothes here that you can wear.” Yesterday, after cleaning Song Xi up, he realized there weren’t any pants he could wear. It was already a few in the morning, so Yan Ye could only let him wear his own shirt.

Hearing this, Song Xi stammered, “It’s, it’s okay, thank you, President Yan.”

Yan Ye nodded. “I’ve already asked someone to send clothes over later. Now, why don’t we talk about other things first?”

Song Xi didn’t speak, his eyes darting around guiltily, not knowing what to say, and also afraid that President Yan would settle accounts.

Everything yesterday was his fault to begin with. Although President Yan was fierce afterward, it seemed that he had provoked President Yan first.

Song Xi felt guilty because he remembered everything from last night, and couldn’t say anything. Although a certain part of him was still sore, Song Xi didn’t dare to speak and could only lower his head silently, waiting for Yan Ye to speak.

“Now that it’s happened, how about we get married?”

“What?” Song Xi thought he had misheard and looked up at him in surprise.

“You’re not willing?” Yan Ye waited for him for a few seconds. “If you’re not willing, then forget it.”

It was obvious that he didn’t want to force anyone, and the words about getting married just now seemed like a casual remark.

“I’m willing.”

At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, with two marriage certificates in hand, Song Xi was still a little dizzy. He looked at the luxury car that had come to pick them up, swallowed, and followed him inside.

The two marriage certificates were clutched tightly in Song Xi’s hand. Yan Ye only noticed Song Xi’s eager gaze when he received the marriage certificate, and then handed his own marriage certificate to him to keep.

“I’m going abroad tomorrow for about three days,” Yan Ye said, seeing that his attention was all on the little red book, and couldn’t help but call out to wake someone up.

Song Xi blinked his eyes and calmly said “Oh,” and then lowered his head to continue looking at the little red book.

Yan Ye was amused by his attitude, and raised his hand to ruffle his hair. “Do you want me to make up for a honeymoon when I get back?”

Half of Song Xi’s face turned red, and he finally stopped looking at the marriage certificate. “No need, President Yan.”

He refused decisively, but his expectant eyes betrayed him.

Yan Ye smiled without saying anything, withdrew his hand from his hair, and asked in a negotiating tone, “How about moving in together?”

Song Xi asked carefully, “Is it okay? Won’t it bother you?”

“Why don’t you take a look at what you’re holding in your hand? Think clearly about what you’re saying.”

Song Xi lowered his head to look at the marriage certificate in his hand, and after understanding what President Yan meant, his eyes curved into crescents.

He didn’t care why President Yan suddenly wanted to marry him, only that this person was now on the same household register as him, so they were a family.

Moreover, President Yan had no other family, only him, so he didn’t need to compete for favor or anything.

From the ease with which Song Xi agreed to marry him, it seemed that he hadn’t broken up the male lead and his love interest because he liked Meng Zhou, but simply wanted a home of his own.

When Yan Ye proposed marriage, he said that he had no other family and would treat him as his only family. Song Xi’s reaction was very strange, as if he was smiling! And he seemed a little impatient.

On the first night of receiving the marriage certificate, Yan Ye came out of the study, and most of the bed in his room had already been occupied.

Song Xi was very self-conscious about being his partner, and on the first day of moving in, he took up half of the bed. It seemed that the room he had asked people to clean out during the day was no longer needed!

Yan Ye walked over, and the person who was asleep suddenly opened his eyes, staring straight at him, and then quietly pulled the blanket, as if guarding against something.

Yan Ye pretended not to notice. “Sleep early, good night.”

He lay on the outer side of the bed, taking half of the blanket, and immediately felt the tension of the person next to him, and the arm that accidentally touched his.

Yan Ye chuckled softly, half-propping himself up, his hand supporting his head. “It’s not like sleeping with a corpse, no need to be so nervous.” It would be good if he were like he was yesterday, although his sleeping posture wasn’t great.

Thinking of something, the smile on Yan Ye’s lips grew more pleased. Some people’s bad sleeping habits couldn’t be changed for a lifetime.

At six o’clock in the morning, as soon as Yan Ye opened his eyes, he saw a familiar scene. A faint smile appeared in his eyes as he slowly pried open the hand that was clutching the collar of his pajamas.

No matter how far away he slept from him last night, once he fell asleep, he would instinctively lean towards him, and then tightly grab his clothes, all of which Song Xi himself didn’t know.

After a simple breakfast, Yan Ye sat in the car to the airport. By the time Song Xi woke up, he was already on the plane.

Song Xi woke up and went downstairs, only to realize that President Yan was no longer at home.

Chewing on his food, Song Xi was absentmindedly thinking, feeling that things were still the same as before, but also a little different.

In the Song family, before Song Muhan’s father went out to work every day, the whole family would sit down together for breakfast, and then his mother would see her husband off and say, “Be careful on the road.”

Isn’t this what couples do? But why wasn’t it happening here?

Song Xi was getting a little hung up on it, biting the fork with his teeth, wanting an answer.

On the other side, Yan Ye had just gotten off the plane and took out his phone, pondering for a moment. He asked the secretary next to him, “Secretary, do you usually send a message to your family when you’re on a business trip?”

For example, to let them know you’ve arrived safely, or for your family to send you a message asking if you’ve arrived.

It was 12 noon now, so he should be awake.

Yan Ye stared at the phone for a long time, and just as he was about to put it in his pocket, the secretary said with a smile, “Of course I would, but don’t worry, President Yan, I won’t send personal messages during work hours. I’ll wait until I get back to the hotel in the evening.”

Hearing this, Yan Ye smiled. “It’s just a message, it won’t take up much time. Go ahead and send it.”

After speaking, Yan Ye had already typed out a line and sent it.

[Author’s Note]: It shouldn’t be locked, right? I’ve been very restrained. ^0^ Thank you for the recommendations and monthly tickets, mwah.