Possessiveness erupts
You Jiale glanced at the woman before him. Although he was trying to put on an act, he couldn't deny that since arriving in this book, he had been busy and exhausted, and hadn't had a chance to relax in a long time. His physical needs had also been suppressed. He gave a somewhat cynical smile: "Of course, beautiful lady, come and have a few drinks with me."
A hostess approached with a coquettish laugh, nestled close to You Jiale, and clinked her glass against his. The private room quickly filled with their playful banter. You Jiale had his arm around the hostess's waist, and a few buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing his fair chest. He drank and joked with the hostess while keeping an eye on the doorway.
Not long after, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open, and Zhang Xiande appeared in the doorway with a livid face. The loud music from the dance hall instantly flooded into the room, creating a stark contrast with the ambiguous atmosphere inside.
Zhang arrived as quickly as a dog smelling a bone.
Zhang Xiande's gaze pierced You Jiale, who was sitting on the sofa, disheveled and whispering intimately with a hostess. His chest heaved violently, and an indescribable rage erupted like a volcano.
He recalled how, almost against his will, he had tried to test You Jiale's feelings, even considering using seduction. But now, the scene before him felt like a resounding slap in the face. He had been ignoring a fundamental truth all along—You Jiale was attracted to women.
"What are you doing?!" Zhang Xiande roared.
The hostess was startled by the sudden roar and quickly stood up, looking at Zhang Xiande with some fear. You Jiale also pretended to be startled, staring unsteadily at the door, her voice tinged with drunkenness and dissatisfaction: "Boss? What brings you here?"
Zhang Xiande ignored You Jiale's feigned ignorance, pulled a wad of banknotes from his pocket, and threw it in front of the hostess: "Take the money, you can leave now."
Seeing this, the hostess, though somewhat reluctant, tactfully picked up the money, bowed to Zhang Xiande, and hurriedly left the private room.
Only Zhang Xiande and the drunken You Jiale remained in the private room. Zhang Xiande walked over to You Jiale, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up from the sofa.
"Zhang Xiande, what are you doing?!" You Jiale struggled for a moment, her tone filled with obvious anger. "I'm taking care of my own needs, what's it to you? Who are you to me? I didn't spend your money!"
Zhang Xiande ignored him, his gaze fixed on You Jiale's flushed face. He noticed the redness on You Jiale's body caused by alcohol, and his throat involuntarily went dry. A strong impulse surged within him, a desire to pull the person before him tightly into his arms and possess her completely.
"Am I some kind of gentleman?" Zhang Xiande questioned himself inwardly. If You Jiale disagreed, couldn't he force him? Would You Jiale hate him even more because of that? Thinking about his attitude towards You Jiale during the day, Zhang Xiande felt extremely agitated, and even had a crazy thought of locking You Jiale up.
However, You Jiale was too drunk to know that Zhang Xiande was experiencing a turmoil of emotions. The alcohol made him dizzy, and waves of nausea churned in his stomach. Suddenly pulled by Zhang Xiande, he staggered a few steps and finally couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud "whoosh," he vomited profusely, splattering not only Zhang Xiande but also his own clothes, leaving a messy stain.
Zhang Xiande abruptly stopped, his face turning ashen, his brows furrowed deeply, as if he wanted nothing more than to throw You Jiale down on the spot. But he restrained himself, pursing his lips and steeling himself to pick up the limp You Jiale in his arms.
Yu Jiale was being held in Zhang Xiande's arms in a daze, still muttering restlessly and twisting her body, "Let me go... what right do you have to tell me what to do..." Her voice was unclear, with a drunken arrogance and grievance.
Zhang Xiande ignored him, quickened his pace, picked him up and hurried out of the noisy dance hall, stuffing him into the back seat of a car parked by the roadside. "Hiss—" Zhang Xiande himself gasped, as a foul, sour smell immediately filled the car, making him frown, but he couldn't care less about that at the moment.
Back at Yunyin Hall, Zhang Xiande carefully carried You Jiale back to his room. It took him considerable effort to remove her soiled clothes. Zhang Xiande's breathing quickened slightly, and a strange, restless heat rose within him.
He forced himself to look away, not daring to look too long at the slightly disheveled sleeping face after being drunk. He hurriedly found his clean pajamas, the loose clothes hanging loosely on his thin body, which only made his figure look even more slender.
Seeing You Jiale lying peacefully in bed, though her brows were slightly furrowed as if she had had a bad dream, Zhang Xiande was once again caught in a complex struggle.
He gently tucked the blanket around You Jiale, but when his fingertips accidentally brushed against You Jiale's warm skin for a moment, he couldn't help but feel a slight shiver.
He wasn't unfamiliar with good-looking people, nor was this the first time he'd faced You Jiale at such close range. But tonight felt different. This person was currently unconscious in his arms, as quiet as a curled-up kitten, exuding an unguarded softness and trust, and was even wearing his pajamas, her scent carrying the faint sandalwood fragrance from his study.
Zhang Xiande closed his eyes.
He knew he shouldn't think about it anymore. The misunderstanding between them hadn't been resolved, and if he took advantage of her, You Jiale would hate him even more when she woke up. He tried hard to suppress the surging desire in his heart, telling himself to stay calm and not do anything he would regret.
He reached out and gently brushed away the stray hairs from You Jiale's forehead, his movements careful, yet his fingertips trembled slightly.
“You Jiale…” Zhang Xiande’s voice was barely audible.
The person suddenly moved.
Zhang Xiande's heart tightened, and he suddenly froze, only to see You Jiale merely frowning slightly, as if she were having some unsettling dream, letting out a low murmur in her throat.
"...Mom...I miss you..."
The voice was as soft as a gentle breeze, almost swallowed by the night, but Zhang Xiande heard it clearly. A soft spot in his heart felt as if something had gently touched it.
The next second, You Jiale turned over, groggily raised her hand, and suddenly grabbed Zhang Xiande's wrist, which was placed by the bedside.
A cool, slightly damp palm covered Zhang Xiande's warm skin. You Jiale's fingertips instinctively tried to pull away, but then helplessly let go, only holding on loosely.
Zhang Xiande looked down—You Jiale's eyes were still tightly closed, her face showing a vulnerability and dependence that was not usually seen.
In the end, he simply sat down on the other side of the bed, gently placed his other hand on You Jiale's hand, lowered his head slightly, and touched the other person's lips very lightly.
"I'm not leaving." His voice was a little hoarse, as if answering what You Jiale had mumbled in her dream, or as if making a decision to himself.
After tossing and turning all night, Zhang Xiande lay exhausted next to You Jiale, looking at her sleeping face so close to his, and finally fell into a deep sleep as well.
The next morning, You Jiale was suffering from a terrible hangover. He groggily opened his eyes, feeling as if his head was filled with lead. He instinctively tried to sit up, only to find himself in a completely unfamiliar place.
He sat up abruptly, his eyes darting around before he suddenly realized—damn it, this is Zhang Xiande's bedroom!
"Awake?" A deep voice echoed in the room, carrying an air of detached calm.
Yu Jiale was so frightened he almost rolled off the bed. Ignoring the aches and pains all over his body, he stared in horror at Zhang Xiande, who was already dressed and standing by the window with his back to him: "What the hell are you doing here? How did I get here?!"
Zhang Xiande then turned around, barely lifting his eyelids, and glanced at him indifferently, his tone nonchalant: "My home, where do you think I am?" After saying that, he walked directly towards the bathroom, completely ignoring You Jiale's disheveled appearance.
"Zhang Xiande!" You Jiale disregarded everything else, jumped out of bed and chased after him, asking, "Why am I in your bed? Nothing happened last night... did it?!" His voice was a little high-pitched with nervousness, carrying a hint of vulnerability like a fluttering kitten. He tried to put on a fierce look, but his slightly reddened eyes betrayed his unease.
Seeing the other person's nonchalant attitude, he panicked even more. "Stop fucking pretending!" You Jiale hugged his arms tightly, looking at Zhang Xiande warily. "I remember you...you like men, right? You don't have any ulterior motives towards me, do you?! I'm warning you, if you dare to lay a finger on me, I'll fight you to the death!"
Zhang Xiande's gaze swept over You Jiale's slightly disheveled pajamas with a hint of interest, finally settling on his pert buttocks. A meaningful smile crept onto his lips, and he said in a low voice, "If I had really done something to you, you probably wouldn't even have the strength to speak right now."
You Jiale's ears started to burn from his gaze. She wanted to retort, but the words caught in her throat, so she could only glare at him fiercely.
Zhang Xiande walked to the coat rack, took down a brand-new suit, and waved it at You Jiale. "Go wash up and change your clothes. Breakfast is ready, come and eat in a bit." His tone returned to its previous calmness, as if his suggestive words from before were just casual remarks.
You Jiale took the clothes, his mind a complete mess, but he knew now was not the time to argue. He glared at Zhang Xiande, turned and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
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