TRMLCM Chapter 80

Chapter 80: After-Drunk Phone Calls

Returning to City S was indeed as boring as Cheng Yi had anticipated. Disciplining and training dogs was the only thing that was somewhat interesting. At other times, his phone was glued to his hand, staring at the screen all day, occasionally giggling foolishly.

He didn’t notice anything himself, but Cheng Hua and He Zhou felt like he was bewitched, hesitating to speak to Cheng Yi about it.

Cheng Yi didn’t care about their struggles. Right now, he was only annoyed by one thing.

Ever since he came out to his father, he had been dragged to countless banquets, whether for business or private affairs.

With his handsome face and the title of the Cheng family’s second son, a swarm of opportunistic people flocked to him. After a few days, Cheng Yi’s face was stiff from smiling.

Tonight, he had just returned from a banquet. After a quick and casual wash, he flopped onto the bed and immediately made a video call to Shen Chang’an.

The other end answered instantly.

Looking at the familiar room under the lights, Cheng Yi focused on the even more refined face on the screen.

Their eyes met across the distance. Their eyebrows curved gently, the air was silent, but the atmosphere wasn’t awkward at all. Instead, it exuded a touch of warmth.

“An’an,” Cheng Yi murmured, lying on his stomach on the bed.

Perhaps it was the alcohol or the sleepiness, his voice was magnetic, low, and lazy.

Shen Chang’an leaned against the headboard, his bright red lips striking against his fair, yet somewhat pale face. He parted his lips and responded softly, “I’m here.”

Cheng Yi stared at his serene and gentle features, his dark eyes filled with boredom and a hint of grievance. His voice was deep as he complained, “You don’t know how annoying these people are. One group leaves and another comes. I even hid in the blind spot of the hall, but they still found me.”

“Smiling, smiling, smiling all day, I’m about to become a zombie.”

He reached out and poked his own lips, his smooth and supple skin bouncing back. As if discovering something fun, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he poked his cheeks again.

If you ignored his silly actions, his chiseled jawline and well-defined features showed no sign of being drunk.

However, it was precisely because he didn’t show his alcohol that the people who came to befriend him, who were much older than him, didn’t think he was drunk and kept toasting him relentlessly.

This was the Cheng family’s second son. If they could get closer and make friends, they wouldn’t have to worry about future investments.

Alas…

One round after another, people were carried away, drunk and throwing up, while Cheng Yi’s expression remained calm.

At the end of the banquet, when Cheng’s father came out after finishing his business, Cheng Yi greeted him and left the hotel with steady steps.

Leaving behind only a wave of silent shock and admiration.

…

“Open your mouth and move the muscles here like this, or like this, put your thumb and forefinger on both sides and rub them to relax.”

Shen Chang’an reached out and demonstrated, withdrawing his hand after a couple of times, his clear and bright eyes looking at the screen.

“I didn’t see it clearly.”

Cheng Yi’s mind was already a mess, his thoughts tangled like an unmanageable ball of yarn. In the midst of the confusion, he seemed to hear Shen Chang’an softly saying something and gesturing with his hands, but he didn’t understand what the other was trying to convey.

His eyes were blurred with a hint of apology, and he softly requested, “An’an, can you show me again?”

Shen Chang’an moved his fingers and demonstrated again, bringing the camera closer to let Cheng Yi see clearly.

“Like this… Do you understand now?” he asked softly.

He looked up, only to find the other’s face inexplicably enlarged as well.

It turned out that Cheng Yi had also leaned closer to the camera.

Suddenly, a scattering of red appeared on that stern face, like a splash of vibrant red clouds on the mountainside on a clear summer day, an orange-red ocean, especially charming and intoxicating.

Shen Chang’an was stunned. A few seconds later, the camera suddenly captured the rolling of his Adam’s apple, only a slight movement, but clearly recorded by the camera.

“Heh.”

A silly laugh pulled him back from the pit of longing.

“An’an, do you miss me?”

Shen Chang’an thought to himself that this person had been gone for several days, and even with daily phone calls, he still felt uneasy.

He really missed him.

But before he could nod, Cheng Yi’s silly words stunned him.

“You’re already missing my kisses, you must miss me,” Cheng Yi said, nodding as if confirming it.

Those red and swollen lips that he had bitten and sucked were swaying in front of his eyes, pouting and pouting, weren’t they just seducing him?

Cheng Yi glared hatefully, his eyes filled with resentment.

Even though he was drunk, his thoughts were still relatively clear.

“Can’t kiss you now.”

His voice was low and slow, with a strong sense of regret in his tone.

Shen Chang’an didn’t speak, his eyes were soft. The hand holding the phone unconsciously tightened, his knuckles protruding. Just looking at his cute, drunken state, his heart had already melted.

This person was completely different before and after getting drunk.

He suddenly remembered the last time Cheng Yi was drunk, when they had their first video call. At that time, he had secretly looked forward to it for a long time, but Cheng Yi hadn’t turned on the light, it was all dark and he couldn’t see anything, and he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

And now, the expectations of that moment were being played out in front of him.

Shen Chang’an watched quietly, only feeling like his life was becoming complete.

After a long silence, not waiting for Shen Chang’an’s reply, the drunk Cheng Yi didn’t care at all. He frowned, studying the phone on his own, as if thinking about how to kiss the person in the screen.

Feeling impatient, he suddenly gnashed his teeth and sternly accused the other, “Why can’t you suddenly appear in front of me?”

His dark eyes were stern, his handsome face was cold. His sullen expression was quite unfamiliar and distant.

Shen Chang’an’s heart jolted, his pupils dilated slightly, as if frightened by the cold voice, and he didn’t dare to speak.

Cheng Yi kept his face stiff, and said seriously, “When we meet next time, I’ll kiss you to death—”

The trailing sound stretched to the horizon to show his determination at this moment.

Shen Chang’an was amused by him, the corners of his lips lifted up, his eyes filled with a faint smile, as stunning as the spring blossoms after the melting of ice and snow, but unfortunately, the beauty was fleeting.

Cheng Yi stared blankly, mesmerized.

Fine wine made the body drunk, and this smile intoxicated the soul.

His eyes were hazy, his clear thoughts instantly fading again.

After a while, he lifted the quilt, burrowed into it a little awkwardly but quickly, and lay down. His dark eyes blinked gently, taking one last reluctant look before he put the phone upright on another pillow and carefully covered it with the quilt.

As if all his energy for the day had been exhausted, he closed his heavy eyelids, lay on his side, and put his arm forward, hanging in the air, as if embracing something.

His tightly furrowed brow slowly relaxed, and his pale lips moved slightly, mumbling something.

But the action was too slight and weak, and only silence remained in the brightly lit room.

…

Shen Chang’an looked at the familiar white ceiling, blinked, his mind not quite processing what was happening.

…What had he done again?

He opened his mouth to ask, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

Listening to the heavy, gradually calming breathing on the phone, Shen Chang’an fell silent.

His long, thick eyelashes curled, casting a shadow over his eyelids. He half-closed his eyes, his right thumb unconsciously rubbing his forefinger for a long time, finally he sighed softly, as if relieved.

He turned off the lights, and the room instantly plunged into darkness.

In the end, only a soft whisper, slowly disappeared into the air.

“Good night.”