Chapter 2 Be My Dog

At night, the skyscrapers of Shangjing stand side by side, glittering with colorful neon lights. This is a view unique to the top floor of Yunjieyuedi, but Zhang Pengfei has no time to appreciate it.

Chen Jingyang was in a good mood. Finding the small wine cups unsatisfying, he switched to a water glass. After a few glasses, Zhang Pengfei felt a little dizzy.

But Xu Jintian kept finding various reasons to get him drunk.

Yes, it's "poured in," not "drink."

Chen Jingyang is introverted, calm, and gentle. He usually just observes without speaking. Xu Jintian, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He likes to create atmosphere and be the center of attention. He often makes a lot of noise. Under his instigation, everyone at the table is exceptionally hospitable and smiles. Zhang Pengfei is too embarrassed to refuse and can only force himself to swallow.

The wine was definitely good; it was smooth and mellow on the palate, silky, rich but not harsh, and had a mellow and sweet aroma. But even the best wine is still wine, and it was high-proof baijiu at that. Zhang Pengfei gradually felt weak, and when he clinked glasses with a girl, his legs clearly began to sway.

The girl smiled sweetly and said that she was very grateful to Zhang Pengfei for helping her out of the predicament, but it was just a misunderstanding. Everyone was just joking around and didn't expect it to cause such a misunderstanding. She wanted to explain, but Zhang Pengfei pulled her away directly. She felt that it would be embarrassing to say anything, so she didn't say anything more.

Zhang Pengfei's eyelids felt heavy. He tried to open them and racked his brains to recall, as if he could indeed remember such a face.

He smiled and had just said it was okay when Xu Jintian lifted the bottom of his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"I...can't take it anymore," Zhang Pengfei said, leaning on the table. He glanced at Chen Jingyang, but his vision blurred, and his tongue seemed to be tied in knots. "No, I can't drink anymore."

Chen Jingyang said something, but Zhang Pengfei didn't hear it. He only felt the world suddenly turn upside down, the noise disappeared, and he lost his balance. He was about to fall backward when he bumped into someone's arms.

The person protected him, their lips seemingly close to his ear: "I'll take you to rest."

Zhang Pengfei was carried out in a daze by the man, and soon collapsed onto a soft surface.

With the medical expenses for my mother settled, the anxious and sleepless days of the past two weeks have finally come to an end. All that has been done is done; the rest is up to fate.

With the tension in his mind released, Zhang Pengfei felt incredibly sleepy and closed his eyes, never to open them again.

He vaguely knew that someone was helping him take off his clothes, but whether the person's hands were intentional or not, they were touching him all over and even kissing him.

This was the best sleep Zhang Pengfei had had since his parents' accident. He woke up to a strange, low rumble, like thunder.

He opened his eyes groggily and followed the sound. Chen Jingyang's handsome face suddenly came into view. Zhang Pengfei was stunned for a moment, and then he exclaimed as if he had seen a ghost. Before his legs could react, he kicked Chen Jingyang off the bed!

The carpet was thick, so Chen Jingyang didn't fall, but he was definitely frightened.

He opened his eyes in a daze, took in his surroundings, remembered where he was, frowned and slowly got up, scratched his head in confusion, and turned his head to see Zhang Pengfei's panicked eyes.

"Heh!" Chen Jingyang chuckled. "If you're awake, then tell me. What's the meaning of kicking someone?"

Zhang Pengfei followed Chen Jingyang's gaze and looked at himself. He was shocked and hurriedly pulled the blanket over himself. The movement made him shudder in pain!

"Chen Jingyang!" Zhang Pengfei gasped. He was now fully sober, and as his consciousness returned, the aftereffects of last night's drunkenness pounced on him like a pack of hungry wolves.

Zhang Pengfei had a very bad feeling, but he didn't dare to think about it. Suppressing his anger, he asked Chen Jingyang, "What's going on?"

Chen Jingyang was open and honest, but he didn't seem to care at all about Zhang Pengfei's gaze. He reached for the cigarettes and lighter on the table, took one out, lit it, put it in his mouth, raised an eyebrow and chuckled: "It's exactly what you're thinking."

Zhang Pengfei frowned and remained silent for a moment. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he knew very well that it was not a dream!

"Chen Jingyang!" Zhang Pengfei cried out in humiliation and indignation, his voice hysterical, "You bastard!"

He had a bad temper to begin with, as everyone in the law school knew. Although he had an innocent-looking face, he was as fiery as a raging fire.

Chen Jingyang caught the pillow Zhang Pengfei threw at him, not annoyed at all. Instead, he asked with a smile, "Why are you so angry? Didn't you say at the dinner table last night that you would do anything? Is this not allowed?"

Zhang Pengfei stared at Chen Jingyang, his eyes bloodshot with rage!

Last night he did say he would do anything, but this is not the same as that. He can go through fire and water for Chen Jingyang, and serve him like a beast of burden, but he will not be a thing beneath him!

Zhang Pengfei was clearly struggling to suppress his anger; his chest heaved violently as he gritted his teeth and asked, "Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?!"

Chen Jingyang exhaled a smoke ring and sneered, "Call the police? You enjoyed yourself much more than I did last night, what good would calling the police do?"

Zhang Pengfei's anger surged even higher: "You're talking nonsense!"

Chen Jingyang glanced at him, smiled enigmatically, and leisurely picked up the remote control on the table to turn on the TV.

A thunderous sound exploded in my ears!

Zhang Pengfei trembled violently as he watched the scene on TV!

Was that him?

That expression, that voice—could it all be Zhang Pengfei?

Chen Jingyang seemed to hear his thoughts. He stubbed out his cigarette, picked up his phone, and waved it: "If you don't believe me, I can send you the video right now. You can go... anywhere to get it appraised. If they find even a single frame with any technological content, I'll call you daddy!"

Even though Zhang Pengfei was furious, he could only dig his nails into his palms when faced with overwhelming evidence—hating his own incompetence and uselessness!

After finding his clothes and putting them on, Zhang Pengfei declared, "Chen Jingyang, our grudges are now wiped clean!"

Chen Jingyang sat on the bed wearing only shorts. He had a very good physique, standing at 1.89 meters tall with full chest muscles, defined abdominal muscles, and a clear V-line. His two incredibly long legs were casually crossed, straight and strong.

"Write it off in one stroke?" Chen Jingyang sneered, "Then you're really expensive!"

"What else do you want?!"

Chen Jingyang narrowed his eyes, a chill emanating from him. He looked at him calmly and said, word by word, "I want you to be mine."