Chapter 2 "You're quite cooperative."
Duan Zhuxian was invited to the club by Feng Yan.
Feng Yan has a project that requires large investment, and wants to get close to Duan Zhuxian in private.
At first, Duan Zhuxian rejected his invitation.
Come to think of it, Duan Zhuxian is very different from his peers and never attends messy parties.
Feng Yan immediately changed his plan and planned to find an elegant place in two days to host a formal banquet for Duan Zhuxian.
But just before the party started, he unexpectedly received news that Duan Zhuxian agreed to join.
In anticipation of the distinguished guests' visit, Feng Yan specially invited a few internet celebrity models to join in the fun.
Duan Zhuxian sat in the private room with a serious expression on his face the whole time, not even looking at the beauty. Not long after, he said he had to take a call, but he didn't reply for a long time.
Feng Yansheng was afraid that Duan Zhuxian was not satisfied with his hospitality, so he hurried out to find someone. Just as he was about to invite Duan Zhuxian back, he turned around and met Jiang Yao.
At that time, Jiang Yao was hugging a hot beauty and met them on the road.
"Young Master Jiang." Feng Yan greeted with a smile, "Long time no see."
The unexpected encounter made Jiang Yao's mind buzz for a long time, but he didn't show it on his face.
He nodded slightly, and his sharp eyes swept over Duan Zhuxian beside him, and found that Duan Zhuxian was also looking at him.
However, the other person only glanced at his hand around Amy's shoulder, then looked away and continued to look at his phone. His shoulders and neck were highlighted by the pale yellow light in the corridor, and his facial lines seemed a little cold and hard.
There was a sudden red mark across Duan Zhuxian's tall nose, which was caused by the fight between them in bed last night.
It destroyed the original balance of the facial features, making the whole face less harsh and more shabby, not serious at all, and even having an inexplicable coquettishness.
Like a duck in a club.
Jiang Yao thought maliciously.
At this moment, a sarcastic male voice suddenly rang out: "Hey, Mr. Duan, who did you offend? Why did you get beaten?"
Jiang Yao looked over following the sound.
He happened to know the person who came, whose name was Li Ruizhi, but unfortunately he was a complete idiot.
Duan Zhuxian has been an elite, enduring the admiration and jealousy of others. He has attracted countless hatreds in his life. Li Ruizhi happens to be one of them. I don't know how many rumors he has made about Duan Zhuxian.
It's not the place for someone like him to criticize what happened between him and Duan Zhuxian.
Without waiting for Duan Zhuxian and Feng Yan to react, Jiang Yao let go of Amy, took a few steps forward, and said, "Why do you still have time to care about others? Why don't you think about how to hide the fact that you hit someone while speeding? From your father."
Jiang Yao raised his chin and stood sideways in front of Duan Zhuxian, not noticing Duan Zhuxian's slightly moved expression.
Li Ruizhi exclaimed, "Fuck!" when he heard this.
The man demanded three million in compensation, otherwise he would call the media to make a big fuss. It's not that he couldn't afford it, but if he made such a big payment, there was no guarantee that his father would not find out.
He had been worried about this for days, and when Jiang Yao suddenly exposed it in public, he immediately became furious: "When I'm talking, do you, a stinky upstart from the countryside, have the right to interrupt me?"
Jiang Yao was not a local and had heard a lot of such derogatory terms before.
He rubbed his ears and asked with a bit of amusement: "I am a stinky nouveau riche, then what are you, a stinky beggar?"
Feng Yan was watching the fight with great interest on the side. When he heard Jiang Yao's words, he suddenly remembered that Li Ruizhi was an illegitimate child brought by his mistress to seek a legitimate status. He had been unpopular since childhood in the Li family, which was very concerned about reputation.
He couldn't help but burst out laughing.
After being repeatedly poked in the sore spot, Li Ruizhi's face flushed red, his eyes widened, and he shouted fiercely: "Jiang Yao, you wait for me!"
Jiang Yao raised his eyebrows: "No problem, I'll wait, wait to see your father break your legs and your mother mourn for you."
Li Ruizhi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he knew he couldn't win the fight and was surrounded by four pairs of eyes, so he walked away in shame.
Feng Yan cursed Li Ruizhi's back, "idiot," and turned to Jiang Yao: "Young Master Jiang, are you alone today?"
"Yeah." Jiang Yao nodded.
"Why don't you go to our place? It's more crowded and lively." Feng Yan pointed to the private room not far behind him.
Jiang Yao wanted to refuse, but when he met Duan Zhuxian's gaze, he swallowed his words back.
Don't make it seem like he's deliberately avoiding Duan Zhuxian.
"Okay." Jiang Yao raised his chin, "I'll go over and sit down."
When we got to the private room, we saw a group of people acting crazy and colorfully.
Jiang Yao was a little surprised that Duan Zhuxian would come to such a place to have fun.
The others didn't expect that Feng Yan could bring in a new member, and they all greeted Jiang Yao, glancing back and forth between Jiang Yao and Duan Zhuxian with inquiring eyes.
Duan Zhuxian walked in front of Jiang Yao, passed by the single sofa where he had originally sat, but did not sit down. Instead, he walked straight to the hard chair opposite.
After Jiang Yao exchanged greetings with the person, he sat down on the nearby single sofa, leaned back, and rested his waist on the soft duck down cushion. The soreness and swelling in his waist was immediately relieved a lot.
This sofa is quite comfortable to sit on.
Unlike Duan Zhuxian, a nobleman who lives in seclusion from the world, Jiang Yao has a strong sense of the underworld. He is generous and honest, and has always had good relationships with people. There are many people in the private room who want to be friends with him, and he quickly became the new center of conversation.
After Feng Yan greeted Jiang Yao, he walked to the small bar and clinked glasses with someone, looking gossipy.
"A while ago, I heard those people say that Young Master Jiang and President Duan were not getting along, but I was outside just now and saw that Young Master Jiang was quite protective of President Duan."
The news that Jiang Yao and Duan Zhuxian were not getting along had long been spread throughout the entire circle, but these were all rumors that were not certain to be true, so everyone could only listen to them for fun.
The other person waved his hand dismissively, "That's because you weren't in Lingbei before, so you don't know. These two have been fighting for years. When I was in high school, I went to the same school as them, and I often watched them play. Whenever these two big names played against each other, it was guaranteed to be a thrilling match..."
The two of them talked under the sound of music, and fragments of their words vaguely floated into Jiang Yao's ears.
Although it is a bit exaggerated, it is not entirely nonsense.
Jiang Yao's only disadvantage is his appearance. He looks like an uneducated and useless person, but he is actually smart and has good athletic ability. He is the best among his peers in everything.
Until he entered high school, he thought he could still easily sit at the top of the grade. However, after the first monthly exam, someone appeared on the leaderboard who surpassed him by one point.
On the day the results were announced, he stood alone in front of the bulletin board for a long time.
Duan Zhuxian.
On the way back to the teaching building, Jiang Yao silently repeated the name several times, and suddenly heard someone next to him call out these three words.
Following the direction the man was looking, he raised his head and looked into the distance.
A group of students were lying on the railing on the second floor, taking a break, and Duan Zhuxian was among them.
His skin color was obviously not particularly white, but standing among a group of people, he seemed to be glowing. The moment his gaze dropped in response to the call, he was like a god who had strayed into the mortal world, and he quickly glanced down at the passersby.
Arrogant as hell.
Jiang Yao has been used to having everything going his way since he was a child. He is a little arrogant and is in the most arrogant adolescence. He looks down on everyone.
Duan Zhuxian was the first person who made him look up for a long time.
From then on, Jiang Yao and Duan Zhuxian started to compete with each other completely. The two sides were equally strong and both wanted to suppress the other.
In addition to the regular program of competing for the first and second place in the academic performance list every month, leaving the third place far behind, they also compete on the sports field, represent their classes in debates, and even stand one after another under the national flag to give speeches.
He actually enjoyed the feeling of being an opponent of Duan Zhuxian.
Later, through Duan Zhuxian, he met Duan Zhuxian's deskmate Chen Tang and was attracted by Chen Tang's tranquil temperament.
After much inquiry, he learned that Chen Tang came from a scholarly family and his greatest hobby was modern poetry.
Jiang Yao learns everything quickly except Chinese, where he lags behind. It is even more difficult for him to even write a single word in poetry.
He spent a month, and his brain cells were almost dying, and finally he wrote a love poem, but it was so pretentious that he couldn't bear to read it himself.
For the first time in his life, he felt a serious sense of shame, so he asked a classmate from the next class with whom he had a good relationship to help him deliver the letter.
As a result, the letter was intercepted by Duan Zhuxian before it was delivered.
At that time, their school was strictly enforcing discipline, especially against premature love, and Duan Zhuxian was the disciplinarian appointed by the dean of studies. It was said that he was heartless and was nicknamed "Jade-faced Yama".
After evening study that day, in the snow-covered alley next to the school gate, Jiang Yao strode forward to catch up with the slender young man in front of him.
He asked breathlessly, "Did you hand my letter over to the Political and Educational Affairs Office?"
"I confiscated it."
Duan Zhuxian did not stop.
Jiang Yao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Duan Zhuxian didn't do anything too extreme, which saved him some trouble.
But he still felt a little uneasy.
He followed behind: "I know this is your duty, I understand, but we are at least a little acquaintance, can't you give me some leniency?"
When Duan Zhuxian heard this, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at Jiang Yao, his face neither half nor half hidden in the night nor the snow.
"A small acquaintance?"
Standing next to a noisy and annoying little grocery store, Duan Zhuxian only said these five short words.
But Jiang Yao will never forget Duan Zhuxian's tone at that time——
It was full of doubts and disapproval, with a hint of mockery in the ending tone, and I didn't know who it was mocking.
It would be a lie to say I'm not disappointed.
He and Duan Zhuxian had indeed never formally declared their friendship, and most of the time, they even interacted with each other through confrontation.
But he originally thought that Duan Zhuxian also sympathized with him and did not regard him as a simple enemy.
At that time, Duan Zhuxian's icy attitude dealt him a heavy blow.
It turned out that he was the only one who was wishful thinking, and Duan Zhuxian didn't even want to give him the title of "some friendship".
"I'm in my third year of high school, and the most important thing is to study."
Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhuxian said something extremely stiff and hasty, and walked towards the parking lot in front.
Jiang Yao still stood there in a daze.
A speculation suddenly emerged.
Then he remembered some details that he had overlooked.
For example, every time he went to the next class to look for Chen Tang, he could always see Duan Zhuxian's ambiguous gaze through the window glass.
There were many times when he was talking to Shen Tang, Duan Zhuxian suddenly appeared, and then called Shen Tang away for various reasons.
And after he gradually showed his interest in Shen Tang, Duan Zhuxian distanced himself from him for no reason...
"Duan Zhuxian, you like him too."
Jiang Yao coldly said what he was thinking in a declarative tone, and Duan Zhuxian did not refute it.
"You're abusing public power for personal gain!"
Jiang Yao shouted at Duan Zhuxian's receding figure, but the only response he got was the howling north wind, and the snow hitting his face hurt.
Perhaps, Duan Zhuxian did not fail to regard him as a friend, but in the face of their love rivalry, their friendship became insignificant.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart and punched forward with his fist raised.
Duan Zhuxian tilted his head slightly, and the fierce fist passed by his cheekbone, which he caught with his backhand, but his cheekbone was still scratched.
However, Jiang Yao was not in a much better condition. The little finger of the hand that was pinched by Duan Zhuxian was slightly sprained because the other party was too strong. For a week, he could only lift up the pen when holding it, and doing homework was like performing a drama.
His favorability towards Duan Zhuxian also hit rock bottom that day.
"Sincerity" is his principle in life, and he always welcomes opponents, just like Duan Zhuxian who always competes with him in the arena and never gives in.
But don't play dirty with him.
He found it hard to accept that the person he had admired for so long turned out to be a hypocritical sanctimonious person. He even felt angry as if he had been betrayed. From then on, he never treated Duan Zhuxian well again.
The gap between one kind of hostility and another is enormous.
But in the eyes of others, their relationship has never changed.
*
"Come and sing, Mr. Jiang."
A microphone rolled in a parabola into Jiang Yao's arms.
"I won't sing. My throat hurts."
Pulling himself away from the annoying memories, Jiang Yao frowned slightly, his voice a little cold, and casually handed the microphone to another person.
The man was drunk and picked up the microphone and started howling in a non-tune manner. He made the sound of a whole choir by himself and it was very noisy.
Jiang Yao chatted with the people around him in a disjointed manner. When he became bored, he stretched out his arm to take the vodka on the table.
The moment I approached the bottle, I suddenly touched a slightly cold hand.
He shrank back as if he had been electrocuted, and watched helplessly as the bottle of wine was taken away by Duan Zhuxian opposite him.
He held his composure and waited for Duan Zhuxian to finish pouring it out and come back.
Unexpectedly, after Duan Zhuxian poured a glass, he put the bottle directly on another table far away from him.
?
Do you have to be so lacking in public morality?
Jiang Yao frowned slightly, opened a bottle of juice on the table, sipped it, and squinted in the direction of Duan Zhuxian.
Duan Zhuxian was sitting on a chair, chatting about the project with Feng Yan. He looked gentle and calm, and he was in a state of ease, making this messy private room look like a negotiation table.
Very pretentious.
At this time, someone took the props and suggested playing a board game, and the two people with the lowest points sang love songs.
Jiang Yao and Duan Zhuxian, as rare guests, were both pushed onto the gaming table.
Continuing his bad luck in playing cards, Jiang Yao lost the first hand.
However, what was even more unlucky was that Duan Zhuxian had as bad luck as he did.
When the results were announced, the atmosphere froze for a moment, then turned into a turmoil.
"Sing a love song! Sing a love song!"
"Hand the microphone over to you two quickly."
"How about a classic song, 'Marry Me Today'?"
When Jiang Yao heard this, he felt like he was stabbed by something. He clenched his fists and frowned as he glanced at Duan Zhuxian.
Someone winked and asked, "What did Mr. Duan say?"
Duan Zhuxian threw down the props in his hand and said: "I accept the loss of the bet."
Jiang Yao frowned.
From the time they met by chance until now, Duan Zhuxian has always looked calm and composed, as if nothing had happened last night.
That’s right.
He was the one who was in pieces, and he was the one who was being treated recklessly by the people he hated.
Duan Zhuxian just shivered a few times.
"Young Master Jiang seems to be afraid to sing a love song with Mr. Duan."
"Haha, Young Master Jiang is shy."
Seeing Jiang Yao's expression as if he had swallowed a fly, the others started to make more noise.
They had all heard the rumors about Jiang Yao and Duan Zhuxian's discord, which seemed somewhat deliberate.
When the commotion was in full swing, Jiang Yao suddenly stood up with a dark face, startling everyone.
A girl asked timidly, "What's wrong with Brother Yao? You look so bad."
"I want to vomit."
Jiang Yao said two words expressionlessly, without asking anyone to make way. He took a long step, stepped over the low table in front of him, and left the private room.
*
Walking out of the noisy nightclub, it was as if the surroundings were suddenly sucked into a vacuum, leaving only a slight vibration like ripples on the eardrum.
Jiang Yao's stomach was indeed not feeling well. He hadn't eaten properly the entire day, and all the wine he drank was churning in his stomach.
He lit a cigarette, trying to suppress his discomfort with nicotine.
The autumn night of September hung overhead, blanketed in silence.
In the silence, the steady sound of leather shoes followed slowly from behind.
When he was almost at the roadside, Jiang Yao turned around.
A few meters away, the night fog was thick and the face of the man coming towards them was unclear.
"How far do you plan to go?"
Jiang Yao asked expressionlessly.
"After the meeting, I called you, but the system prompt said I was on the phone."
Duan Zhuxian walked forward while speaking. The darkness that covered his body slowly faded away, revealing a face with indistinct emotions under the street light, along with a conspicuous red mark on the bridge of his nose.
"Because I blocked your number using the note you left." Jiang Yao tightened his lips and flicked the ash off his cigarette.
Duan Zhuxian said "hmm" and didn't seem surprised.
In recent years, they have hardly taken the initiative to interact with each other. Even if they are in the same social circle and often cannot avoid running into each other, they either pretend not to know each other or confront each other.
Jiang Yao wanted to ask Duan Zhuxian how he got his cell phone number, but after thinking about it carefully, his number didn't seem to be a military secret, so he changed the question.
"Why are you calling me?"
Duan Zhuxian: "Confirm your status."
Jiang Yao said with a cold face: "Don't worry, I won't ask you for compensation for mental damages."
"I mean—" Duan Zhuxian lowered his gaze and glanced behind Jiang Yao, "there."
Jiang Yao's face froze, but he said nonchalantly, "I don't feel anything at all. Maybe it's too thin."
Duan Zhuxian wasn't as angry about Jiang Yao's rumors as most men would be. He simply said, "I applied some medicine to you this morning. It's very effective in reducing swelling. It's normal that you didn't feel too uncomfortable after waking up."
Jiang Yao: "..."
The air instantly fell into a suffocating silence.
Jiang Yao took out the cigarette from between his lips and blew a puff of white smoke in the direction of Duan Zhuxian. It was not until that calm face gradually became blurred that he finally suppressed his surging emotions and spoke coolly through a layer of haziness.
"There's one more thing I'd like to ask Mr. Duan."
Duan Zhuxian nodded and motioned for him to speak.
"How dare you...how dare you kidnap me?"
Jiang Yao gritted his teeth, pointed at the red mark on his wrist, and failed to ask the most difficult question.
"You were very cooperative last night," Duan Zhuxian said.
Jiang Yao was speechless, the absurd memories of sinking into the sea of desire flooding back, swallowing up his restless heart for a moment.
I have to admit that, putting rationality aside, his body did give in.
It was like an unknown nerve was suddenly injected with a high concentration of desire, which was completely irresistible.
But that's what he is now.
Being dominated by your old enemy for a night can cause both mental and physical damage.
Duan Zhuxian didn't forget to criticize him, what a piece of shit!
Seeing Jiang Yao's eyes drooping and suddenly silent, Duan Zhuxian's gaze wandered over him for a moment, and his originally calm tone suddenly took on a strange tone: "I thought you wouldn't wear my clothes."
"What do you mean?"
Jiang Yao lowered his head, and a storm suddenly swept through his mind.
He suddenly grabbed the front of his clothes and said, "Isn't this new clothing?"
"no."
Duan Zhuxian said.
"The room you entered by mistake is my private suite. This dress belongs to me."
Jiang Yao didn't look up when he heard this, but continued to stare blankly at the ill-fitting black shirt on his body.
Duan Zhuxian slept with him, and then made him wear his clothes obediently. Just like marking him, he violated him inside and out...
A gust of night wind blew by, and Jiang Yao's nose suddenly felt sore.
He turned around mechanically, put out the cigarette in the trash can with red eyes, and his voice was soaked by the cool breeze, with a slight tremor in the clarity.
"Duan Zhuxian."
"Um?"
"Don't see you again."
After Jiang Yao finished speaking, he strode towards the oncoming taxi without looking back.
【Author’s words】
Wow, my wife is wronged. <>
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