Chapter 93 I'll Always Wait for You
Lin Yao and Xie Xingchen got out of the car, and He Li spotted them from afar.
To avoid being seen as having come together, they met at the back of Langzhuang.
There were few people around, and He Li was still furious, her anger simmering: "You two are really something, giving the blood sample to Cheng Boyan without telling me beforehand! You believe him but not me?"
"He won the gold medal in biology and got a perfect score on the exam," Lin Yao said. "I only found out about a week ago."
Stunned once again, He Li gasped, "What? Didn't you say this morning that they couldn't find anyone and could only borrow your shabby lab? Did you get a perfect score on a test behind my back???"
"A true hero doesn't dwell on past glories," Cheng Boyan said modestly.
"Pah! No wonder you changed your major as soon as you came back from the desolate planet. You were afraid of being exposed, so you pretended to be an idiot, right?" He Li grabbed his head and gave him a good beating.
Thinking about the exams that had just come out and all the students who failed, and the two high achievers with perfect scores in front of her, she was shocked to find that there was another top student in her dorm. Her expression was pained. "I'm going to faint. Am I the only bottom-of-the-class student here?"
Xie Xingchen said with great regret, "Maybe so, but think about it, you're so stupid, and Lin Yao still took you along. Isn't that the ultimate favoritism?"
There was something off about what he said, but He Li didn't realize it.
His expression softened a bit, and he reached out to grab Lin Yao's sleeve, saying in a sticky tone, "You're still the best to me. Come on, let's go get some work and not associate with these rich kids."
The two went through the staff entrance to change clothes, and Xie Xingchen and Cheng Boyan entered the performance hall in Corridor No. 1.
This is a semi-private box with open seating. Tonight's show is the usual mermaid mating show, nothing much to see, so most people come here to socialize.
The lighting was dim and ambiguous, and the air was thick with the scent of power and lust.
Xie Xingchen glanced around and recognized several faces: "Minister of Trade, Senior Colonel of the Military Region, there have been many high-level activities lately. Is there any major event?"
"Nothing's more important than your marriage to the Jiang family. So many people are using this opportunity to build connections and make a quick buck," Cheng Boyan said with a grin. "Aren't you really going to tell Lin Yao? Afraid he'll get angry?"
Just thinking about it annoys me. Xie Xingchen lowered his head, took a drag on his cigarette, and slowly lit it: "He's a deep thinker, so he'll definitely overthink things. I can handle it myself."
"But did you know that General Pei is also on the banquet guest list?"
Cheng Boyan and his father basically talk about everything, and he gets the news faster than this plastic son. "Hmm, I guess the post has already been received by now. Your legs are going to be broken."
Remembering his earlier warning that he would send a warship to bomb his home, Xie Xingchen's expression hardened: "Is the old man crazy? Why did he invite General Pei?"
“After all, thirty years ago, General Pei and your father were best friends. Although they fell out later, on the surface... since he came to stay permanently, we had to maintain appearances.”
Cheng Boyan was intrigued by the atmosphere, reached out and took one of his cigarettes, put it in his mouth, and sighed, "You're doomed."
Xie Xingchen's temples throbbed, and he looked up, asking, "Good buddies? The two of them? Had a falling out?"
Why didn't anyone tell him about these old stories?
Cheng Boyan hummed in agreement: "My dad got drunk last night and managed to get the information out of him."
Xie Xingchen, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, first sent a message to Pei Yizhong to explain.
[xxc]: Uncle Pei, don't tell Lin Yao about the marriage announcement yet.
[xxc]: I have a plan, there won't be any problems that day.
Pei Yizhong: Get lost.
Pei Yizhong: Scumbag
[Pei Yizhong]: Don't touch my son, let him go home tonight.
Xie Xingchen sighed. The father and son were exactly the same—simple, crude, and indifferent.
Well, all the goodwill I worked so hard to build up has vanished overnight.
"When General Pei beats you up, can we do a live stream to watch?" Cheng Boyan could tell from his expression that he had been humiliated, and he couldn't stop laughing. "I'll send you a big rocket."
Xie Xingchen tilted his head back slightly and sank into the sofa behind him, wishing he could take the old man up on stage to perform and vent his anger.
In sight, Lin Yao and He Li, dressed as waiters, were carrying trays and moving around the private rooms, looking quite professional.
But those clothes were really...
He wore a black suit jacket with nothing underneath, the top button undone, revealing his well-defined muscles. He lowered his head slightly, exposing his handsome features.
Under the dim blue light, that face was like a captivating siren.
While he was delivering the drinks, although his expression was indifferent, some people were indeed openly staring at him.
"Lin Yao, button up your clothes." Xie Xingchen turned his head and spoke into the listening device.
"The uniforms are the same, even He Li's." Lin Yao turned around, looked down at him, and said, "Don't talk to me unless it's important."
Xie Xingchen: "........."
He looked at Cheng Boyan, who was eating melon seeds, and said calmly, "Why don't we call the police and report this place? What kind of brothel is this? They don't even spare the waiters."
"I must say, they actually look quite good dressed like that," Cheng Boyan commented. "It's a gray area to begin with, so you can't expect it to be very proper."
On the other end of the listening device, a customer started harassingly: "Handsome young man, want to come with me tonight?"
Lin Yao bent down and placed the wine on the table, politely declining, "Sorry, no."
"Fifty thousand." The other party blatantly quoted a price. "One hour, is that enough?"
Xie Xingchen spoke into the earpiece: "003, tell him to get lost."
Lin Yao lowered his eyes, thinking to himself that rich people really do have their own currency. He recalled that when he was handing out flyers before, he only earned twenty yuan an hour even though his feet were blistered.
He casually asked for 50,000, as if he were using ghost money.
He loathed this condescending money-throwing behavior, reached out and grabbed the other person's outstretched wrist, saying in a nonchalant tone, "Not enough, but showing you a broken bone should be enough."
"Aaaaaah! Let go! Ah!!! What are you yelling for? I'm going to report you and get you fired!" The man grimaced in pain.
Xie Xingchen said in a low voice, "Serves him right."
Lin Yao tightened his grip, his eyelids drooping slightly: "No name, code name 01, feel free to report me."
After speaking, he nodded slightly, picked up the plate, turned and left. In the instant he bent over, he raised his hand at the crucial moment of the performance. The spotlight swept across the room in an ambiguous manner and landed on him.
The suit, worn without a shirt, almost completely exposed his upper body, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Xie Xingchen spoke in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on that direction, and repeated, "Lin Yao, the button."
I really want to grab him right here in public, he's so aroused and disobedient, I want to grab him and have sex with him.
Lin Yao raised his hand and turned off the listening device, too lazy to pay attention to him.
"Only Lin Yao would dare to do something like this," Cheng Boyan chuckled. "How about we order something and have him come over? By the way, what does 003 mean?"
003, Warning: If you're jealous, stay away from others.
Xie Xingchen, whose listening device had been cut off, looked displeased and said in a low voice, "Coming here would have exposed us. Undercover agents are just pretending. Forget it."
"You're really good at keeping your composure," Cheng Boyan praised, watching the other person's expression change repeatedly.
Lin Yao walked out of corridor number one and passed Zhuang Lang's reception room. He hadn't expected anything, but he found that besides him, there was a gentle-looking man standing on the terrace. He felt like he had seen him somewhere before.
If you stand far away, you can't hear very clearly.
Lin Yao completely unbuttoned the annoying buttons, quickly ran up to the second floor, grabbed the railing from the flower stand and dangled over it, holding his breath and moving quietly, barely managing to get close.
“Z7035, you can find a buyer now, age limit is under 12,” the man said. “Price, one million per piece.”
"We're sure to make a lot of money this time. Master Qing is really something." Zhuang Lang praised, "The batch of pink birds have also been sent out one after another, and everything is going according to plan."
The man known as Master Qing seemed to have heard the commotion, looked towards the corridor, and stopped talking.
Lin Yao gripped the flower stand tightly, dangling in mid-air. He carefully hooked his toes onto the second-floor railing, exerted his core strength, and leaped up.
The movements were light, quick, and silent.
Just as they were about to leave, they heard the man speak again: "Xingchen's engagement on her birthday must not go wrong in any way."
Xingchen, birthday, engagement.
Lin Yao froze, turned his head, and looked at the man again.
He finally remembered that when he was fifteen, he envied the family celebrating Xie Xingchen's birthday from afar. Besides Xie Hengzhi, this gentle and refined man was standing beside him.
He had a gentle and kind appearance, and it was his eyes that were so soft and full of love that Lin Yao was extremely envious.
Lin Yao walked away quickly, leaning against the end of Corridor No. 1, panting with his head down.
He turned on the listening device and heard Xie Xingchen's voice through the earpiece: "Where did you just go?"
"Xie Xingchen, what's your Omega father's name?" Lin Yao asked in a low voice.
"Why did you suddenly ask that?" Xie Xingchen was still immersed in the unpleasantness from earlier, and his tone was indifferent. "Yun Qing, what's wrong?"
Lin Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he felt a dull pain in his heart.
So it's true, Xie Xingchen is finally getting engaged to Jiang Qiran on his birthday.
He muttered, "No, I just saw a guy who looked a bit like you and thought he was your dad. I was wrong. His friend doesn't have that name."
Xie Xingchen nodded: "Come into the venue. I need to keep an eye on you, in case something happens to you."
"Okay, I'll be right back." Lin Yao stood up, straightened his slightly disheveled coat, and couldn't help but ask again, "I drank too much yesterday, I forgot, did I promise to spend my birthday with you?"
Xie Xingchen paused for a moment, then replied, "Of course, we made an appointment. But I haven't told you the time and address yet. Eight o'clock tonight, at my house."
Lin Yao quickly walked back to the venue in Corridor 1 and looked at Xie Xingchen sitting in the top VIP box from a distance.
He looked down at me with the gaze of someone of distinguished birth and family background, his eyes filled with complex emotions, yet genuine and sincere.
Eyes don't lie. If he didn't tell me, there must be something he couldn't say.
Lin Yao thought that what he needed to do was to unconditionally trust Xie Xingchen.
Under his intense gaze, he raised his hand and buttoned up all the buttons on his suit jacket, covering up all the exposed skin.
Xie Xingchen was satisfied and smiled at him, "Good boy."
Seeing Lin Yao's cool eyes turn up at the corners, his smile was like ripples on spring water.
"It's all buttoned up now. On your birthday, I'll be waiting for you."
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