Chapter 64 Sharing a Room with Li Hanzhou on a Business Trip

Fang Che frowned, but considering the occasion, he still raised his glass: "Thank you, Young Master Jiang."

Their wine glasses clinked together.

As Jiang Tianqi tilted his head back to drink, his eyes remained fixed on Fang Che.

Li Hanzhou clenched his fists.

Just then, the dance floor lights dimmed and the music changed its rhythm.

Serena went on stage and announced that she would be singing.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Tianqi leaned close to Fang Che's ear and whispered, "Fang Che, there's no future in following Li Hanzhou. Come to me, I'll give you more than he does."

After saying that, he returned to his original position, his smile unchanged.

Fang Che's face darkened: "Young Master Jiang, please have some self-respect."

"Self-respect?" Jiang Tianqi chuckled. "Once you've seen the real world, you won't say things like that."

He turned and left.

Li Hanzhou pulled Fang Che closer: "What did he say to you?"

"Nothing, just the usual nonsense." Fang Che shook his head, but felt uneasy.

Jiang Tianqi is behaving very strangely tonight.

Not just him, Lu Che was too.

And Brother Li... he seems to get angry very easily?

Just then, a commotion arose at the door.

Old Chen has arrived.

The arrival of this Hutchison Whampoa chairman instantly changed the atmosphere in the room.

Jiang Tianqi looked grim, and Serena's performance was also interrupted.

As planned, Mr. Chen publicly supported Li Hanzhou, and Jiang Tianqi lost face and left early.

But Fang Che noticed that when Li Ruoxue looked back at Li Hanzhou as she left, her eyes were full of resentment and venom.

His heart sank.

Late at night, all the guests had left.

Fang Che was so exhausted that he almost collapsed onto the sofa in the third-floor office, his tie loosened and his suit jacket thrown aside.

Li Hanzhou pushed open the door and came in, carrying two cups of hot tea.

"Have a drink."

Fang Che took it and sipped it.

"Brother Li, thank you for today." His voice was a little hoarse. "If you hadn't invited Old Chen, things would have been very awkward."

"Of course." Li Hanzhou sat down opposite him, his gaze falling on his open collar. "Do the clothes... fit?"

"It fits perfectly!" Fang Che's eyes lit up. "Brother Li, how did you know my size? It's accurate to the millimeter!"

"...You'll know once you touch it."

"ah?"

"It's nothing." Li Hanzhou looked away. "I'm glad you like it."

Fang Che didn't think much of it: "I'm just not used to wearing them, they feel tight around my neck. T-shirts are much more comfortable."

“You’ll have to wear it for formal occasions from now on.” Li Hanzhou paused, “However…”

"But what?"

"It's nothing." Li Hanzhou swallowed the rest of his sentence.

He meant to say, "But from now on, I'll only wear it for you."

But that's going too far.

We can't say yet, at least not now.

“Oh, right, Brother Li,” Fang Che suddenly remembered, “the school is officially opening in a couple of days, and Grandma Lin said she’d like you to cut the ribbon. Are you free?”

"Yes." Li Hanzhou nodded. "I'm available for anything you need to do."

Fang Che felt a warmth in his heart and smiled.

Looking at him, Li Hanzhou felt a surge of jealousy and insecurity that turned into helplessness.

This piece of wood.

When will I finally understand?

“Ah Che,” he suddenly said, “I’m going to Macau in a couple of days to discuss a business deal. You’ll come with me.”

"Macau? What kind of business?"

"The casino shares were arranged by Old Chen." Li Hanzhou paused, "And... to lay low for a while. Jiang Tianqi lost face tonight, he won't let it go. I'm worried about you staying in Hong Kong."

Fang Che nodded: "Okay, I'll go with you."

Li Hanzhou glanced at him, his eyes deep: "Then get some rest. Pack your bags tomorrow, and we'll leave early the day after tomorrow."

"Um."

Li Hanzhou got up and left.

As he reached the door, he turned back and said, "Oh, by the way, this suit... from now on, you'll only wear it in front of me."

"Huh? Why?"

“…Because it was a gift from me.” Li Hanzhou finished speaking, opened the door, and left.

Fang Che was left completely bewildered.

Brother Li is acting strangely today.

Two days later, at the Hong Kong-Macau Ferry Terminal.

Fang Che was wearing a simple white shirt and khaki pants, carrying a bag, and stood next to Li Hanzhou waiting for the boat.

He still felt comfortable this way.

Li Hanzhou glanced at his clothes and his brows relaxed.

fine.

That way, you won't attract as many people.

But the thought of the situations he might encounter in Macau made him frown again.

I need to order a few more outfits.

Something simpler.

Fang Che was somewhat excited after boarding the ship.

This is the first time he has left Hong Kong since he traveled there.

Inside the cabin, Li Hanzhou chose a seat by the window.

Fang Che sat beside him, looking at the sea view outside the window, and gradually became sleepy.

In a daze, he leaned on Li Hanzhou's shoulder again.

Li Hanzhou's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed, adjusting his position to make him more comfortable.

The boy's breathing was even, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Li Hanzhou's gaze softened as he looked at him.

That's good.

At least for now, this person belongs only to him.

Fang Che only woke up when the ship docked.

Realizing he was resting his head on Li Hanzhou's shoulder, he blushed and said, "Brother Li, I'm sorry..."

"It's nothing." Li Hanzhou stood up. "Let's go."

The atmosphere of Macau is palpable.

As the car drove towards the hotel, Fang Che looked around curiously.

Li Hanzhou closed his eyes to rest, while mentally planning the next round of negotiations.

Upon arriving at the front desk, a problem arose.

"Mr. Li, your reserved suite is on the 18th floor. Here is your room key."

A room key.

Fang Che was stunned for a moment.

Li Hanzhou accepted it: "Thank you."

While waiting for the elevator, Fang Che asked in a low voice, "Brother Li, shall we share a room?"

"Yes, a suite." Li Hanzhou looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing." Fang Che shook his head, but felt inexplicably nervous.

The elevator is going up.

The corridor on the eighteenth floor was quiet.

Swipe your card to open the door.

The suite had a spacious living room. But Fang Che immediately noticed that there was only one bedroom with a large bed.

"Brother Li, wasn't it supposed to be a suite? Why is there only one bedroom?"

Li Hanzhou frowned and called the front desk.

The reply was a system error; the two-bedroom suites were full, and only this room and a standard room in another building were left.

"Then let's stay in this room," Fang Che said, forcing himself to stay. "The bed is big enough anyway."

He regretted it as soon as he said it.

Li Hanzhou's eyes flickered slightly: "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Fang Che looked away, his Northeastern pride returning. "We're all grown men, what's with the fuss? Didn't we used to sleep on the floor in the outposts all the time?"

Li Hanzhou smiled slightly: "Okay."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The waiter brought over a blanket: "Mr. Li, the landlady said she was worried you might get cold at night..."

"Just leave it there," Li Hanzhou said calmly.

After the waiter left, Fang Che looked at the bedding, then at Li Hanzhou.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the aura around Li Hanzhou was a bit low.

"Brother Li, if you don't want to squeeze in, I can sleep on the sofa." Fang Che scratched his head.

“The bed is big enough.” Li Hanzhou walked to the window, his back to him. “You’re a restless sleeper; you’ll easily roll off the sofa.”

"I'm a pretty good sleeper..." Fang Che mumbled, but his voice trailed off as he remembered the embarrassing incident of rolling off the bed last time.

“Then it’s settled.” Li Hanzhou turned around, his gaze falling on his face. “You sleep on the left, and I’ll sleep on the right.”

"become!"

In the evening, the two had dinner at the hotel restaurant and returned to their room.

Fang Che felt sticky all over; the humid climate of Macau was very uncomfortable for him, a northerner: "Brother Li, I'm going to take a shower first."

"Um."

The bathroom has a frosted glass partition, which allows light to pass through but not shadows.

Fang Che took off his clothes and turned on the shower.

The warm water flowed down, making him breathe a sigh of relief, and he unconsciously hummed a little tune: "The young lady is beautiful, the young lady is flirtatious~"

Outside, Li Hanzhou sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

The sound of water pattering could be heard, and through the glass, the boy's swaying silhouette could be seen.

Thin, but not weak.

Shoulder blades, a narrow waist, and...

Li Hanzhou's eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

The rounded contours of her buttocks swayed in the hazy light.

I didn't expect Ah Che to look so thin, but he has curves in all the right places...

He looked away, took a deep drag of his cigarette, but felt his throat become even drier.

Fang Che was completely unaware in the bathroom.

He was rubbing his hair, pondering how to help Brother Li negotiate business tomorrow.

He suddenly froze halfway through washing—

I forgot to bring a change of clothes!

"Brother Li!" He opened the door a crack, his wet head peeking out. "I forgot my clothes! Could you get them for me?"

Li Hanzhou stubbed out his cigarette, got up, and took Fang Che's pajamas out of his suitcase.

He handed it over when he reached the bathroom door.

Fang Che reached out to take it, their fingertips touching.

Warm, with moisture.

"Thanks, Brother Li!" Fang Che took it and was about to close the door.

"Wait a minute," Li Hanzhou suddenly spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

"What's wrong?"

“I didn’t bring any clothes either.” Li Hanzhou paused. “Could you get them for me? They’re in the closet.”

"Oh, okay." Fang Che didn't suspect anything and came out wrapped in a bath towel.

The towel was wrapped hastily, barely covering the vital parts.

Water droplets slid down his chest, flowed over his lower abdomen, and disappeared into the edge of the bath towel.

He was barefoot on the carpet.

Li Hanzhou's breath hitched slightly.

Fang Che was completely unaware and walked to the wardrobe to rummage through it.

When she bent over, the towel slipped up, revealing her waistline and buttocks.

Li Hanzhou turned his face away.

"Found it!" Fang Che took out his pajamas, walked back to the bathroom door, and knocked. "Brother Li, the clothes."

The door opened.

But it's not a crack.

It is fully open.

Li Hanzhou stood inside the door, wearing only a bath towel. Water droplets slid down his muscular chest, flowed over his abdominal muscles, and disappeared into the edge of the towel.

The bath towel was loose and baggy, revealing her V-line clearly.

Fang Che's eyes widened instantly.

That figure... is amazing.

You can't tell when they're dressed, but once they take their clothes off, it's amazing!

Chest muscles, abs, waist, legs... and the undeniable size beneath the towel.

Fang Che's face turned bright red, and he almost dropped the pajamas in his hand.

He hurriedly looked away, and in the end, he could only stare at the ceiling.

Li Hanzhou took the clothes, a smile playing on his lips: "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing!" Fang Che's voice trembled. "Well, I'm going out now!"

He stumbled back to the bedside, buried his face in the blankets, and buried his head in the pillow.

The bathroom door closed.

Fang Che lay on the bed, his mind filled with the scene from earlier.

That size... is just too outrageous.

He couldn't help but look down at himself.

……Depend on.

God is so unfair.

After a while, he took a deep breath, sat up, and muttered to himself, "It's okay, Tiezhu, we don't compare ourselves to others in this regard. Size doesn't matter, as long as it's sufficient..."

He successfully convinced himself.

Inside the bathroom, Li Hanzhou almost burst out laughing when he heard the faint mutterings outside.

That idiot.