Jian Suiying went home for dinner on Friday night and ended up having another unpleasant exchange with his father.
No wonder he didn't want to go back — returning meant witnessing that family of three, mother and son in perfect harmony, enjoying their meal together.
That would have filled him up.
But his father insisted on dragging him back every single month. He figured it was probably to avoid gossip—to prevent people from saying he ignored his ex-wife's son.
If he had a choice, he'd rather his father ignored him completely—it would save him so much trouble.
Dinner itself was bearable, filled with idle chatter.
After the meal, his father summoned him to the study and grilled him about his recent investment moves.
His old man held a significant stake in his company. Whatever he wanted to know about the business, big or small,
hardly anything could be kept from him.
His father felt he was diverting too much capital into real estate and distressed debt—long-term investments with slow returns
and posed risks of capital shortages.
Jian Suiying, however, believed everything was under his control. Having navigated the business world for so many years, he wasn't foolish enough to let things get that far.
The two raised their voices at the slightest disagreement, erupting into a heated argument. Naturally, they parted on bad terms.
Jian Suiying descended the stairs seething with anger, his eyes fixed ahead. At the landing, his foot collided with a large porcelain vase.
He remembered this vase hadn't been there during his last visit. Furious, he kicked it over. Fortunately, the thick carpet on the floor
thick carpet below, the vase remained intact.
He scanned the room, cursing at the people staring at him: "Who put this damn thing here? Don't you have eyes in your head?"
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Two maids exchanged nervous glances, too afraid to speak. Jian Suilin and his mother's expressions darkened instantly.
Jian Suiying instantly recognized the taste as belonging to that woman, Zhao Yan. He sneered coldly, mockingly remarking, "Thinking you live
she owns the place now? Think carefully about whose name this house is under and whose share it is.
. Stop cluttering other people's homes with junk. If I see it again, I'll toss it out immediately." After speaking, he
Zhao Yan or Jian Suilin once more, striding away with his head held high.
Zhao Yan's body trembled violently, her face pale as death, her eyes filled with resentment and indignation. Jian Suilin reached out and wrapped his arm around her shoulders
and gently rocked her. His gaze fell on the shattered porcelain vase lying on the floor, his eyes darkening into an unfathomable depth.
As Jian Suilin drove back, his speed was noticeably erratic compared to usual. It wasn't until he'd driven three or four kilometers that he gradually began to emerge from that volatile state of mind.
Feeling unsafe driving like this, he pulled over to the side of the road, rolled down the window, and lit a cigarette.
After stopping, he suddenly felt too lazy to walk. He pulled out his phone, stared at the screen for a long while, and sent a text to Li Yu
"What are you up to?"
A reply came after a moment: "Surfing the web." Jian Suiying asked, "What for?" "Watching a movie."
He emailed Li Yu a link—a two-minute clip shared by a user on a gay forum he frequented.
Zhong's short videos, high-definition and uncensored, are especially thrilling.
After transferring it, he asked Li Yu to watch it, saying it was fun.
Sure enough, it was a blatant sex scene. Li Yu froze for a moment, then guiltily shut it off.
Just then, another text from Jian Suiying arrived: "Doesn't that kid look a bit like you?"
Afterward, imagining the flustered expression on Jian Suiying's face, she couldn't help but laugh.
Seeing this, Sui Ying's face flushed with embarrassment. He fired back instantly: "Fuck you."
He flung his phone onto the car seat, thinking he'd really brought this humiliation upon himself. That kid Li Yu was becoming more and more of a jerk. He restarted the car, ready to head home.
Barely a minute into the drive, Li Yu's call came through.
Jian Suiying initially didn't want to answer, but he couldn't resist in the end. After all, it was rare for Li Yu to call him proactively.
"Hello," Jian Suiying answered, his tone sharp.
Li Yu asked on the other end, "What the hell was that text you sent me?" "Just wanted to show you a little worldly experience, you greenhorn."
Li Yu couldn't be bothered to argue. "I got one copy of the documents you asked me to handle for the Qinhuangdao project. I'll fax it to you tomorrow."
"I don't take faxes. Bring it yourself." "Since when don't you take faxes?"
"Just decided." As Jian Suiying spoke, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly without him noticing. Li Yu sighed. "I have class tomorrow, and training after class."
"You don't even know how to skip class?"
Li Yu sighed helplessly. "Fine. I'll come by around noon."
The next day, after leaving home, Jian Suiying didn't head to work first. Instead, he drove to the barbershop to get his hair trimmed.
After the haircut, Jian Suiying was stunned. Who the hell was that idiot staring back at him in the mirror? Young Master Jian lost his temper instantly and cursed at the boy.
He had no choice but to coax Jian Suiying to sit down and offered to fix it himself.
With only a few inches of hair left, any attempt at repair would be futile. The best option was for Jian Suiying to bite the bullet, "Just cut it short.
go for a buzz cut."
The manager pondered it and realized that was indeed the only option.
Seeing his once stylish hair transformed like this, Jian Suiying was both furious and regretful, his expression as grim as could be.
Fortunately, his handsome features remained striking even with the buzz cut, though the vain and
nitpicky gay guy couldn't find anything to like about it.
The little boy kept apologizing tearfully even as he stood up to leave.
Jian Suiying glanced at him and decided he was still quite cute, so he didn't bother to argue.
When store manager Vince escorted him to the door, Jian Suiying asked, "Is that boy new here?"
Jian Suiying nodded casually. "Alright, if he's willing, let him work for me for two months." "No problem. I'll keep you posted. Take care, Young Master Jian."
Li Yu didn't show up until almost lunchtime, dressed in a tracksuit. The moment he stepped into the office and saw his hair, he burst out laughing.
Jian Suiying nearly flipped the table in anger. "What's the big deal? Not everyone can pull off this hairstyle." Li Yu didn't dare say it didn't suit him either, so he just stifled his laughter.
Jian Sui's anger flared even brighter. He'd been wondering how to pick a fight, and the sight of Li Yu's outfit gave him the perfect excuse. Pointing at him, he snapped,
"How many times have I told you? Showing up at my company dressed like this—are you trying to embarrass me?"
"It's just hitting the punching bag. What's the big deal about being a little late?"
"My coach is strict. Besides, this isn't about being late—it's about attitude." Li Yu shot him a glance. "
You insisted I bring these. Just look at them quickly. If you have any feedback, say it now. I need to leave immediately afterward."
Jian Suiying, seeing Li Yu remained silent, felt a bit disappointed. She leaned back in her chair and slowly flipped through the documents, taking half a day to read a single sheet of A4 paper.
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Li Yu finally grew impatient. "Can you hurry up?"
For someone like Jian Suiying who deliberately looked for faults, he feared nothing more than Li Yu ignoring him. The moment Li Yu engaged, he perked up. "This
stuff is written so unclearly. I'd like to hurry, but I need to understand it first."
Li Yu let out a "tsk." "Then you read it first. We'll talk on the phone later. I really have to go now." "You stay right there! You can only leave when I say so! Do you have any manners?"
Li Yu could tell now—Jian Suiying was deliberately picking a fight with him. He had no idea what he'd done to offend him again
. Was he still holding a grudge over that incident in the car last time?
The memory of that experience instantly unsettled Li Yu.
He'd been trying to remind himself not to think about it these past days, but the more he suppressed it, the stronger the urge to release it became.
Last night, he reopened the short video Jian Suiying had sent him. Watching the boy's swaying hips, he couldn't
could stop thinking about Jian Suiying.
Li Yu had anticipated this. He raised an eyebrow, picked up the documents, and prepared to start over.
Jian Suiying stood up too, speaking over the desk: "Hey, did I say you could leave?"
Li Yu paused, then abruptly turned and walked back. While Jian Suiying was momentarily startled, he circled the desk, hooked an arm around his neck,
and kissed him.
This was the first time Li Yu had ever taken the initiative, leaving Jian Suiying completely stunned, as if he were dreaming.
Every physical contact before had been him shamelessly groping around. The idea of Li Yu ever initiating a kiss was something he
had never even imagined.
After a mere two or three seconds of shock, he snapped back to his senses, wrapping his arms around Li Yu's waist and passionately returning the kiss.
They didn't pull apart until they were nearly breathless.
Jian Suiying's breath was uneven, his lips swollen and red. He stared at her in disbelief.
Li Yu smiled. "You called me all this way just for this, didn't you?"
Jian Suiying's glassy eyes locked onto his as she smiled back. "You're quite aware of yourself."
Jian Suiying's hand slid down from his waist, playfully slapping his butt. "When will this part finally get the memo? Brother Jian will cherish you from now on and never scold you again."
Just as things were heating up between them, a knock sounded at the door.
Jian Suiying barked, "Who is it?"
Secretary Liang's voice came from outside the door, "President Jian, your cousin is here again."
The name alone made Jian Suiying wilt. He awkwardly released Li Yu. "Go. Go sit over there." A moment later, Secretary Liang opened the door.
Jian Suiying saw Xiaolin striding in first, followed by that dejected, battered kid with a black eye—none other than his useless cousin.
A wave of satisfaction washed over Jian Suiying. Whoever did this had accomplished what he’d always wanted to do. He’d have to give them a big red envelope when he found out.