Chapter 137 Sworn Brothers

Zong Heng felt like he was falling apart; his whole body ached as if he had been beaten up.

He sat up, clutching his head, and nearly died on the spot when he saw the messy scene on the bed.

He remained a virgin for 22 years. Not only that, when he was in college, his family had an in-depth discussion about "what kind of girlfriend he should find in the future".

The final conclusion is that the ideal partner should be quiet and gentle, with big eyes, fair skin, and most importantly, not from Northeast China.

Because my parents were cheated out of money by people from Northeast China when they first started their business.

But, after this drunken encounter, the burly man lying next to him was...

A true Northeastern man.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself... but he couldn't calm down.

When we first started school, this guy gave him a nickname as soon as we met: Little Blackie.

He was lying next to me with his back bare and covered in handprints.

He kicked it.

A muffled thud filled the previously quiet room, followed by a burst of curses.

"Who the hell kicked your grandpa this morning?!"

Mr. Wang struggled to get out of bed, looking at him with annoyance, but his displeasure vanished in an instant, replaced by a series of apologies.

He yelled "Damn!" and then took a deep breath.

He actually slept with his sworn brother!

Both of them were devastated and extremely embarrassed.

After a long silence, in an eerie atmosphere, they recalled what had happened the night before.

Mr. Wang: "We drank alcohol yesterday."

Zong Heng: "You've had too much to drink."

Mr. Wang: "Yes, I was traumatized."

Zong Heng frowned and asked, "What could possibly upset you?"

Mr. Wang looked at the boy next to him, who was completely naked except for the hickeys on his clothes, and unconsciously lowered his head and said, "My three roommates are all richer than the last."

Zong Heng suppressed a laugh and said, "Put your clothes on first before you talk." Otherwise, it's unbearable to look at; your clothes are a complete mess.

After putting on his clothes, Boss Wang finally looked somewhat presentable. This was the first time Zong Heng had looked at his face properly. He had the bold features of a Northeasterner, as well as sword-like eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a mole near the corner of his eye. It seemed that he had kissed him a few times last night.

Zong Heng withdrew his gaze, rubbed his lower back, and when he tried to stand up, he discovered that his buttocks were bleeding a little.

As boys, they had no experience.

Zong Heng quickly went to the bathroom and locked the door from the inside.

Mr. Wang was a little embarrassed outside. "Well, we're still sworn brothers. Let's just say we helped each other out yesterday, okay?"

The air grew quieter for a moment. Zong Heng opened his floral umbrella inside, ignoring him.

Mutual help and support?

He's such a jerk.

So, did he have a one-night stand with his roommate, sworn brother, or his roommate?

Although this sworn brotherhood was a bit hasty, at least we lived with this title for four years of university life.

After washing up, Zongheng decided to make a proper agreement with President Wang about the matter, since the blind date his parents had arranged was scheduled to take him on a date in the next few days.

As soon as I sat down, I felt Mr. Wang's intense gaze.

That mole actually looks kind of sexy.

Mr. Wang stared at Zong Heng's buttocks for a while, his face turning red. He couldn't help but look at the man again, then asked, feigning composure, "Are you... enjoying it?"

Zong Heng was furious. This guy must be an idiot.

He had planned to calculate it this way, but he encountered a weirdo who then asked for feedback and answers afterward.

He's the one who's at a disadvantage; he's the real victim.

Zong Heng found his phone by the bedside, blocked Mr. Wang's number in front of him, and said coldly, "You can leave now. Let's not contact each other again."

Mr. Wang: "..."

Mr. Wang pressed him, saying, "This is my first time, I'm a virgin, and I want to ask you how my technique is. Just tell me about it, and let me remember!"

Zong Heng felt like he wanted to crawl into a hole after being told that. He gritted his teeth, glared at President Wang, and said, "Hmph, that's all. It's too short and not very good."

Mr. Wang: "..."

Did I have such a bad experience yesterday...?

He was provoked again.

All that could be heard was the sound of the door slamming shut, and Zong Heng was nowhere to be seen.

After Zong Heng went out, he went home and locked himself in his room.

Damn it, what a scumbag.

For the first time in his life, he cursed at someone, but even after cursing, he felt it wasn't enough to vent his anger.

The phone rang again; it was the guesthouse lobby's phone.

As soon as he answered, he heard the person on the other end say, "Brother, please add me back. Although I don't remember much about yesterday, a one-night stand is a one-night stand. A one-night stand and a friendship have nothing to do with each other. I'm not the kind of person who brings up the past. Besides, I can take responsibility."

After listening for a while, Zong Heng finally asked, "Is there anyone next to you?"

Mr. Wang said, "Yes, I just told the receptionist to call your boss's home."

Is this person really lacking in intelligence? How did they manage to get into Tsinghua or Peking University back then...?

Why is he making such a loud phone call? Does he want everyone here to know he had a one-night stand with this big, dumb guy, and then leave early in the morning?

Zong Heng's ears turned bright red from what he said, and he became furious and shouted into the phone, "You're such an idiot!!"

The room fell silent, and that silence lasted for the entire afternoon.

In the evening, Zongheng's mother returned, followed by an uninvited guest.

"Zongheng, how could you be such a good host? I heard your two friends went back to the company to work overtime, but you have a roommate here, why didn't you take good care of him?"

Zongheng really wanted to tell his mother that the only roommate left had slept with his son yesterday.

After thinking about it, I decided against it and gave Mr. Wang a smile.

Zongheng's mother was very enthusiastic, and President Wang was not shy at all. The two chatted and found out that they were sisters who hadn't seen each other for more than ten years.

It wasn't until Zongheng's mother took out her phone and asked President Wang, "Look, which of these girls is the prettiest?"

Mr. Wang began to evaluate them one by one, "Looking at this girl, she's dressed so extravagantly, wearing Cartier jewelry, and her earrings are all GIGABYTE—she's obviously a spendthrift. This one isn't quite right either; her nails are so long, she looks like an ancient demon..."

When they turned to the last picture, Mr. Wang said, "This one is not bad, she's a pretty simple girl."

Zongheng's mother said, "Yes, yes, I also like this one. I really like it. You like it too, right? But it doesn't matter. I picked this for my son, his future daughter-in-law."

Rumble.

Both President Wang and Zong Heng were stunned.

My one-night stand yesterday and my mom helped me choose my future wife?

Zong Heng stood there, stunned, for a long time without moving.

For some reason, Mr. Wang was also stunned. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he even felt terrified about his current situation.

If it's true... does that mean my sworn brother will be getting married soon? And I'll be there to congratulate him at his wedding?

Damn, why do I feel like I've been abandoned?

Feeling increasingly aggrieved, he looked at Zongheng's mother and said, "Auntie, can Zongheng postpone his blind date?"

"What?" Zongheng's mother thought she had misheard. "What did you say?"

“I said, Zongheng doesn’t need to go on blind dates first.”

"Why?"

Zong Heng felt guilty and wanted to cover his mouth, afraid that this idiot would do something silly.

Mr. Wang didn't care about anything else and said, "I think I'm pretty good-looking too... but the presence in the photos is... not as good as mine."

Before he could finish speaking, Zongheng's father kicked the door open.

He roared at Zong Heng, "Explain yourself! Who the hell did you have a one-night stand with and aren't taking responsibility for?"