Chapter 20 "Where did you touch?"
Jiang Yao has good mathematical thinking and can count cards. He is famous for being invincible at the card table. Tonight he rarely loses and is surrounded by a group of people who are ready to fight and accept the punishment of tickling.
As the winner, Amy shoulders the hope of revenge for the entire village and threatens to get her money back in one go, showing no mercy.
Jiang Yao laughed so hard that tears came out. Just as he couldn't bear it anymore and slapped Amy's hand away, he saw the lights in the entrance corridor light up.
He raised his eyes slowly, and with a flicker of drunkenness and tears in his eyes, a tall figure appeared in his sight.
The man was under the light, but he looked eerie as if he was backlit.
It was not until the other person walked into the living room and everyone stopped playing and their expressions became either shocked or inquiring that he realized that it was Duan Zhuxian who had returned.
Duan Zhuxian stopped two meters away, no longer approaching the mess in the center of the living room. He just stood there spotlessly, still looking elegant and well-mannered in a well-tailored suit, except for a slight look of fatigue between his brows.
"What are you doing?"
He lowered his eyes and asked Jiang Yao who was sitting on the sofa, his tone calm, but the premise was that one ignored the slightly dark expression on his face.
Jiang Yao was stunned for a moment.
I feel like something is wrong...
He narrowed his slightly drunken eyes, looked carefully at Duan Zhuxian's face, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Why does Duan Zhuxian's reaction seem a bit like a man coming home at night and catching his fiancé having a whore party in the bridal chamber?
This analogy frightened Jiang Yao half sober.
At that time in the afternoon, he did have the intention of going against Duan Zhuxian, so he brought all those people whom Duan Zhuxian looked down upon to his home, hoping to cure Duan Zhuxian's false righteousness.
When he calmed down later, he felt that his move was really not very clever.
Duan Zhuxian, the thousand-year-old demon, would not be fooled. After all, Duan Zhuxian only wanted to show off, just to show off to others. Behind closed doors, they had nothing to do with each other.
For this reason, he reflected a little on why he tended to act childishly whenever he encountered something related to Duan Zhuxian.
But he never expected that this provocation, which he originally thought was useless, would produce unexpected results.
Most likely, it's the superior's desire for control that's at work, or maybe he's been praised too highly and can't stand being cuckolded in public.
Thinking of the quarrel at noon, Duan Zhuxian misunderstood that he was spending his days drinking and partying in the club. Jiang Yao made some arrangements for the motives behind Duan Zhuxian's anger, and suddenly felt a little proud in his heart.
Someone usually pretends to be calm and composed, but isn't he still the same as an ordinary man who will be broken down by such things?
"As you can see."
Jiang Yao lazily placed the cards in his hand on the table, raised his eyebrows, hugged the beauty with his left hand, picked up a glass of red wine with his right hand and placed it to his lips, like a playboy lingering among the flowers.
A bit exaggerated.
But it works well.
Duan Zhuxian's face became noticeably darker.
The plot was developing rapidly in the direction he expected.
"You wouldn't let me go to the club, so I had to invite people to my house to play."
As the smell of alcohol rose to his body, Jiang Yao's desire to act became stronger and stronger, with a smug look on his face as if to say, "Look how much of a man I am."
He even raised his glass towards Duan Zhuxian and said confidently, "Mr. Duan, aren't you tired of standing there? Why don't you come over and have a drink?"
Duan Zhuxian ignored him, glanced at the others, and said calmly, "Jiang Yao and I still have things to discuss. I'll send a car to take you all back first."
Everyone present was a smart person, and had more or less heard of Duan Zhuxian's name. He was a business elite born in a world-class prestigious university, an outstanding young entrepreneur in Lingbei, the cover character of Economic Weekly, the youngest vice president of Huayan Group, the heir most likely to take over as the head of Huayan, a young man with a look comparable to that of a celebrity... He had so many titles that it was like naming a dish.
In addition to being shocked, several people were silent. They felt as if they were being stabbed in the back, but they continued to eat the melon crazily without blinking.
Amy, in particular, had been curious all night, but she couldn't imagine that there was a man who could subdue a rebellious young master like Jiang Yao. She even wondered if the other party was a strong man like Tyson who spoke with his fists.
Until she met the legendary Mr. Duan, everything seemed to make sense.
Hearing the other male host's order to leave, the group of people woke up as if from a dream. They stood up like springs, said goodbye to Jiang Yao in a hurry, and ran faster than rabbits.
Jiang Yao didn't stop them. He leaned back on the sofa and drank his wine calmly, thinking that they were a bunch of cowards, afraid that they would be eaten by Duan Zhuxian.
Before leaving, Amy took one last look at Jiang Yao, her eyes filled with the words "take care". Unfortunately, Jiang Yao didn't care. At this moment, all his attention was on Duan Zhuxian.
He narrowed his eyes calmly, following Duan Zhuxian's figure. He saw Duan Zhuxian follow them to the door, and then saw Duan Zhuxian call the driver and ask him to drive them there.
After driving everyone away, Duan Zhuxian went straight upstairs with his suit jacket in hand, without even glancing at him.
? ?
What’s next?
Jiang Yao, who was curled up on the sofa watching the show, had a question mark on his forehead.
He was still waiting for Duan Zhuxian to cause trouble for him.
All right, if the mountain is not mine, I will go to the mountain.
Jiang Yao was in a good mood at the moment and didn't care. He staggered to the door of Duan Zhuxian's bedroom with a strong smell of alcohol on his body, leaned against the door nonchalantly, and made a dull "clang" sound.
"What does Mr. Duan want to talk to me about? I hope you won't drive my people away."
"It's getting late, it's time to go home."
Duan Zhuxian faced him sideways, his voice and expression were normal, without any fluctuations.
"You say we should break up, so we can just break up?" Jiang Yao curled his lips. "This long night is so boring."
Duan Zhuxian said nothing, twisted his neck to loosen his tie, and finally turned to look at the table next to him.
"I brought it for you, come and get it yourself."
Jiang Yao was a little irritated by the commanding tone. He frowned and glanced, then froze.
On the table was a light green paper bag with "daydream" written on it.
Looking through the hollowed-out piece of plastic film, there was a piece of cake lying inside, with the snow-white cream dotted with bright red strawberries.
The design is not innovative at all, but it is exactly the same as the "Private Collection" I had eight years ago.
It was this moment of sluggishness that slowed Jiang Yao's thinking for a moment, but his legs were already moving impatiently. As if attracted by some wonder, he took a few steps forward quickly, not noticing that a corner of the carpet was lifted up under his feet.
The next second, he stepped on a landmine.
Jiang Yao let out a "Fuck" and fell out hard.
Fortunately, Duan Zhuxian was just across from him. He stretched out his hand and hooked his unbalanced body. He pressed his palm on his waist and easily brought him to his chest and stabilized him.
Jiang Yao was in shock over the cake and the unexpected incident. He didn't care about the awkwardness of throwing himself into someone's arms. He lowered his head slightly and said to Duan Zhuxian in a rare soft tone, "Thank you."
However, he waited for a moment, and the long and powerful arms were still around his waist, and there seemed to be no intention of letting go.
?
He subconsciously looked up and was caught off guard, face to face with Duan Zhuxian, their eyes silently meeting.
This was the first time he looked so closely into the cold pool that he had tried for years but had never successfully stepped into.
At the moment when his noses entangled, he could even clearly see a thin layer of gloom pressing on the surface, like a shaky ice floe.
But what is more obvious is the surge beneath the darkness.
His dazed expression was reflected on it, and he was about to be swallowed up by the undercurrent.
Jiang Yao was so frightened that he no longer cared about acting. The biological instinct of seeking benefits and avoiding harm prompted him to reach out and push the man in front of him.
But it didn't push.
"What are you doing? You..." He raised his voice to question, but the rest of the words were swallowed back with a gasp.
Duan Zhuxian put one arm around him and the other hand went into his clothes.
Along the spine, the fingertips touched up a dozen centimeters, then returned, finally hovering over the most sensitive part of his lower back.
The metal cufflinks pressed against his skin, which was heated by alcohol, and they felt so cold that Jiang Yao shivered.
"Where did she touch just now?"
Duan Zhuxian whispered in his ear, then pressed hard on the soft flesh at the waist.
"Is this the place?"
【Author’s words】
The next chapter will probably be locked again and again after it is sent out, but I hope it can be released smoothly at 8 o'clock tomorrow night!
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