Chapter 1 "It's quite a whirlwind."
Eight o'clock in the evening is a good time for feasting and partying.
Jiang Yao curled up on the sofa in the club, staring at the empty wine glass with only ice cubes left in it.
The whining love song performance on the stage finally ended, and several women sat down beside him with smiles on their faces, pushing several bottles of foreign liquor onto the table.
"Master Jiang, this is newly arrived wine, flown in from a private winery in Country F..."
"No introductions needed."
Jiang Yao interrupted the woman, as if he had just come to his senses, and opened his half-closed eyes.
"Just put it on my account like before."
With just one word from Master Jiang, the weekly performance was maximized.
Several people poured wine for him with smiles on their faces. Under the overlapping light of bright and dark, their eyes lingered on him quietly, somewhat distracted.
There was hardly anything wrong with the face before me. No matter how many times I had seen it, seeing it again always made my heart beat faster.
But to describe him as handsome is not quite appropriate.
Unlike his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, Jiang Yao was born with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and there was a hint of romanticism in his eyebrows, which always gave him a kind of nonchalant sexiness.
Especially today, this kind of sexiness seems to have been aroused and is even stronger.
Unfortunately, their task was to be card partners, so they had no chance to delve into the warmth beneath this skin.
Jiang Yao rarely thinks before playing cards, and today's card playing speed is ridiculously fast, even a little disorganized.
It was as if all the strength in the body was gathered at the fingertips and was thrown out continuously so as to have nowhere to vent.
As the cards were picked up and put down, the cuffs of the black shirt, which did not fit well enough, bulged slightly, and the empty space repeatedly revealed the cold white skin underneath.
There is an obvious half circle of dark red near the protruding wrist bone.
The other wrist too.
Like a signal that has been tied up for a long time.
Except for Jiang Yao, everyone at the table was a seasoned veteran, and they could tell at a glance how much extraordinary excitement this mark carried.
"I didn't expect that Young Master Jiang is quite extravagant in private."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yao lowered his eyes following their gaze, tightened his sleeves, and said nothing.
His secretive attitude only aroused the gossip of those around him.
Jiang Yao is a regular customer here. He is generous and lavish. Every time he comes, he calls a group of good-looking waiters to accompany him, but that's where his stay ends.
He usually just drinks and plays cards. If he wins, the money goes to his partner, and if he loses, it's his fault. Those who are good at cards get plenty of tips.
No matter how many people express their desire for him, he never shows mercy to his "believers".
He clearly has a face that looks like he has ten girlfriends.
It's hard not to be curious about his private life.
A purple-haired woman continued to test: "Is it from our place?"
"Not a human." Jiang Yao said expressionlessly, "but a beast."
The purple-haired woman was stunned when she heard this. Even though she was full of witty remarks, she didn't know how to respond for a moment. Jiang Yao impatiently urged her to play her cards quickly.
*
Yesterday, Jiang Yao attended a wedding. The groom was Chen Tang, the man he had a brief crush on during his adolescence.
Although the shallow and casual admiration she had in her youth had long been completely erased by the years, Jiang Yao still couldn't help feeling dazed when she looked at the gentle, humble and shy man on the stage, who seemed no different from the man he was ten years ago.
However, the person sitting across from him was probably even more dazed than him.
Jiang Yao thought about it and took a quick glance.
His former rival in love, Duan Zhuxian, was sitting there, listening to Chen Tang's affectionate vows to his wife.
Duan Zhuxian's ancestors were of European descent. His deep pupils were pressed under his slightly high brow bones, dark as the sea, and it was impossible to detect any emotional fluctuations at all.
Jiang Yao didn't believe it and stared at it for a long time.
Fortunately, hard work pays off. The moment the bride and groom exchanged rings, the sculpture-like face finally relaxed a little, and the corners of his lips curled up into an almost invisible curve.
Probably laughed.
Jiang Yao confirmed it several times.
Jiang Yao naturally interpreted this smile as a self-deprecating mockery of pretentious generosity.
It is said that the five-star hotel for the wedding was sponsored by Duan Zhuxian as a good friend, and he had the aura of a loser who was "bridaling" his sweetheart.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yao felt happy inside and drank a sip of wine with a bit of pride.
He is different from Duan Zhuxian.
After graduating from high school, he only met Shen Tang occasionally during the holidays. All the romantic thoughts he had in the past have now disappeared.
But Duan Zhuxian not only attends the same university as Chen Tang, but also went to study in North America one after the other. He is pursuing her so closely, there is no way he could let her go, right?
Thinking about it this way, Duan Zhuxian is really self-destructive.
However, Jiang Yao is not so saintly as to feel pity for people she hates.
Duan Zhuxian is just asking for trouble and suffering, and he deserves it!
After the wedding, Chen Tang booked a private room in the hotel's entertainment area and invited his old classmates to a reunion.
Jiang Yao and Duan Zhuxian both went and sat in the north and south corners respectively. They pretended not to know each other as usual and didn't say a word from beginning to end.
At the party, Jiang Yao saw many of his former classmates. He was in a good mood and drank a few more bottles. After getting drunk, he went into the guest room prepared for him by Chen Tang and slept until three in the afternoon.
When Jiang Yao just woke up, he was still very confused. He just felt extremely sore all over, as if he had lifted weights in the gym all night.
But he didn't remember having this quirk when he was drunk.
The moment I got out of bed in a daze, a sharp pain suddenly shot up my spine from below.
Turning his head, his eyes fixed on the trash can at the end of the bed.
There were so many used condoms in there, I couldn't count them all.
He doesn't seem to be lifting weights all night.
Instead, he was held up all night.
Use that thing.
“Fuck!”
Jiang Yao blurted out a Chinese quintessence, his eyes almost turned red, his brain was buzzing, and his wrist that was supporting his waist began to ache slightly.
He vaguely remembered being tied up with a tie, and the madman gripping his wrists with terrifying force.
Jiang Yao grabbed his hair and limped around the suite, turning around and around, trying to find other evidence left by the murderer.
Until he saw a note under his cell phone on the coffee table in the living room.
There were two lines of flamboyant penmanship on the note: The company has an important meeting, please feel free to contact me if you have any questions.
There was no signature, only a mobile phone number.
Jiang Yao recognized the handwriting at a glance. Fragments of his memory came back to him at this moment, and his hands and legs began to tremble.
At this moment, he received a voice message from Chen Tang: "You left the private room drunk last night, and Zhuxian said he was going to see you. Since then, neither of you has returned. I have something to ask him, but I can't reach him... Is he okay?"
Jiang Yao wanted to speak as well, but his voice was hoarse from overuse, so he could only raise a trembling thumb and reply, "He's still alive."
Chen Tang: "Is that so."
There was a hint of hesitation in his tone.
But Jiang Yao was very sure of this.
Because the one who slept with him last night was none other than Duan Zhuxian.
*
With a crack.
Jiang Yao crushed the ice in his mouth, chewed the crumbs like grinding his teeth, and slowly swallowed them into his stomach.
This look of gnashing teeth scared the woman who was shuffling the cards opposite. She thought she had won the game and made Young Master Jiang unhappy.
After calming down in the afternoon, Jiang Yao remembered a little about what happened last night.
He and Duan Zhuxian met at the door of the guest room, and both insisted that this was their room.
Duan Zhuxian acted as if he was too lazy to argue with him and walked in first.
He followed him in unhappily, wanting to kick Duan Zhuxian off the bed, and later the two of them got entangled with each other inexplicably.
He couldn't remember who took the initiative.
They even had a fight over who was on top, and that's when the tie came in handy.
And later he found out that he had indeed walked into the wrong room, his room was next door.
All of this was so outrageous that it seemed like a dream. He still hadn't fully woken up until now and hadn't recovered at all.
Although he had suffered a great humiliation, he could not think of any solution for a while and could only go into the "safe house" like an ostrich and drink alone.
Jiang Yao had bad luck today and lost several games in a row.
By the end of the fight, he lost interest and said he was tired, so he went out to get some fresh air and continue fighting later.
The purple-haired woman was called Amy, and she was the head waiter. More than ten minutes later, she quietly followed him out to see what was going on, and found Jiang Yao standing at the end of a long and narrow corridor, staring at a hanging painting in a daze.
There was something indescribably dejected and gloomy about his figure.
When I got closer, I realized that the strange feeling was caused by the ill-fitting black shirt on Jiang Yao.
She smiled and asked, "Mr. Jiang, are your clothes a little too big?"
The painting hanging on the wall was a yellowed imitation of a Song Dynasty guqin. Jiang Yao shifted his gaze from the strings and gave a perfunctory "hmm".
His own shirt was wrinkled like pickles after last night's mess, the buttons were untied, and it was stained with an unknown liquid, making it impossible to wear.
Fortunately, there was a shirt on the bedside table. It looked new and should have been bought by Duan Zhuxian.
He was in a hurry to get away and put it on without thinking. Only now did he notice that the size didn't fit him.
Jiang Yao had just played cards for too long, and subconsciously rubbed his increasingly sore waist.
Seeing this, Amy kindly suggested, "If you get dizzy from drinking too much, you can hold me up."
Jiang Yao didn't refuse and directly put some force on her shoulder.
The two walked back along the corridor. Jiang Yao casually chatted with Amy. He took out his phone and opened his WeChat Moments. He saw a photo of a party posted by an acquaintance thirty minutes ago. The caption read: [Guess which big shot is here?]
The picture was filled with chaotic light. Jiang Yao saw Duan Zhuxian sitting on the sofa at a glance, holding a glass of wine. He was like a piece of jade, shining conspicuously, as if there was a wall between him and everyone around him.
You bastard!
After making him like this, he still has the appetite to have fun!
Jiang Yao was filled with anger. He double-clicked Duan Zhuxian's forehead with his thumb, enlarged the photo, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar sign on the edge of the wine table.
He looked up at the corridor wall, which had the same pattern on it.
? ?
He was stunned, and before his mind could sound the alarm, he heard a flattering question coming from the front.
"What kind does Mr. Duan like? When we get back to the private room later, I'll call a few pretty and sensible girls over to liven up the atmosphere."
Then, a cold voice came—
"No need."
【Author’s words】
Long time no see, come and have a bite of the happy enemies’ marriage first and love later!
After thinking about it, there shouldn't be any spoilers that need to be cleared, and there won't be any stomach-wrenching plots like Bai Yueguang doing bad things.
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