Chapter 29 "Bed or Bath."
After the door opened, Jiang Yao was half-supported by Duan Zhuxian from behind and pushed into the door, and then quickly put some distance between himself and Duan Zhuxian.
Duan Zhuxian had learned this new trick from nowhere, and he had been saying ambiguous things recently. However, the words were extremely lethal, causing his heart to beat uncontrollably, as if his scales had been peeled off and a handle had been grasped, temporarily making him lose the ability to fight back.
In fact, such provocations are nothing new between men. He used to occasionally use such dirty words as "Daddy loves you" and "Be my wife" to argue with his group of friends.
But when facing Duan Zhuxian, his throat seemed to be blocked by his heartbeat and he couldn't utter a word.
Even imagining it makes me sweat and dig my toes into the ground.
It must be because he is not as thick-skinned as Duan Zhuxian!
In order to avoid exposing her weakness, Jiang Yao chose to ignore it. After changing into slippers and entering the house, the words "model husband" piqued her interest in him, and her excitement still did not subside.
Today, a friend who raced with Jiang Yao sent him a message: [Check out the trending searches!!!]
Jiang Yao casually clicked on the link sent by his friend and was stunned.
Twenty minutes ago, Zhang Sheng's history of drug use before his debut was exposed. He is now trending on the hot searches, with tens of thousands of comments demanding that he quit the circle and apologize.
Jiang Yao sneered. This man is really capable of doing all kinds of evil.
The source of the information is Xinrui Weekly, a media outlet with strong credibility. They usually publish exclusive news about well-known artists. This time, they reported on an unknown celebrity, which was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. In addition, they had photos and records of the detention, leaving absolutely no room for public relations.
As for the person involved, Zhang Sheng, he can just be covered with a white cloth and carried away.
The fact that he was able to move the sharp weapon Xinrui so neatly and ruthlessly is most likely related to Duan Zhuxian.
Jiang Yao raised his eyes and saw Duan Zhuxian had already walked through the corridor from the entrance into the living room and was walking towards the island counter filled with tea sets.
It is Duan Zhuxian's habit to make a pot of tea by himself after returning home, but he does not necessarily drink it. Most of the time, he just waits quietly for the tea aroma to overflow.
Jiang Yao had encountered him several times, and always felt that Duan Zhuxian looked like a gentlemanly villain after smoking a cigarette.
Putting away his phone, Jiang Yao asked Duan Zhuxian, "How did you immediately guess that it was Duan Feiyi who was framing you?"
"Because this isn't the first time."
Duan Zhuxian had already washed his hands and was putting tea leaves into the teapot. He stood under the small chandelier on the island counter, with half of his face facing away from the light, looking inexplicably eerie.
After another flash, it seemed like it was just an illusion of light and shadow.
Jiang Yao narrowed his eyes: "You've never told me this, about your brother."
He originally didn't want to ask too much about Duan Zhuxian's privacy, but Duan Feiyi was already planning to shit on his head.
Being kept in the dark and manipulated by others is not his style.
Jiang Yao walked over to the sofa opposite and sat down, crossing his legs and hugging his chest. "Tell me, what exactly is the conflict between you two?"
The water stream flowing out of the spout in a linear and even manner stopped for a moment and then poured into the cup again.
"When we were little, we had some minor fights." Duan Zhuxian said calmly, holding the teapot. "For example, he would blame me for his mistakes, damage my personal belongings without permission, and even team up with his mother to try to kick me out of the Duan family."
Seeing Jiang Yao's surprised expression, Duan Zhuxian paused.
"For example, during the college entrance examination, he bribed a student overseas to swap my admission ticket."
As he finished speaking, Jiang Yao's brows gradually furrowed until they were deep enough to pinch a fly to death.
He remembers that day clearly.
A group of teachers and students gathered in the open space in front of the examination room. Duan Zhuxian, who was in the center of the crowd, looked worried. Jiang Yao passed by and asked people about it, only to find out that Duan Zhuxian had lost his admission ticket.
As time passed, Jiang Yao could no longer accurately describe his feelings at that time, but the feeling of being hit hard was still clear. His brain suddenly went blank, as if all the blood in his body was flowing backwards.
Standing in the chaos created by the scorching sun and the chirping of cicadas, for a moment, he was even more anxious than Duan Zhuxian.
What if Duan Zhuxian fails to get into University B because of problems with his admission ticket?
He couldn't tell whether he was worried about Duan Zhuxian's future or simply didn't want to lose a competitor who could continue to compete with him in University B.
One day later, this incident reappeared in his dream in the form of a nightmare. He asked himself this question, but still could not come up with an answer.
Fortunately, there was no danger and the admission ticket was found through surveillance.
Although in the end, Duan Zhuxian changed his original choice and did not go to University B, but instead applied to University Q like Shen Tang...
How could this be the "petty quarrel" that Duan Zhuxian had mentioned? It had even gone far beyond a quarrel between brothers; it was pure bullying, a sheer determination to make life difficult for the other person.
"If I were you, ten lives wouldn't be enough for him to squander."
Jiang Yao's face was as dark as iron, and his voice was so cold that it didn't seem to come from his mouth.
The aroma of tea wafted in the air. Duan Zhuxian put down the tea set, glanced at Jiang Yao, and curled up the corners of his lips.
He understood Jiang Yao. If he were in the situation at that time, Jiang Yao would never do such a foolish thing as hitting a rock with an egg, because Jiang Yao, like him, was a person who could judge the situation. Even though he exuded an aggressive and arrogant aura most of the time, he could lie dormant in an instant when necessary and wait for an opportunity to move again.
When it comes to major issues of right and wrong, he and Jiang Yao have almost the same ideas.
Sometimes he would even look at Jiang Yao as if he were looking in a mirror, occasionally checking through the completely opposite surface to see if his spiritual core had deviated from its track.
But he liked to see Jiang Yao standing up for him.
Absolutely irrational and very cute.
"So do you still want to continue listening?" Duan Zhuxian asked.
"I don't want to listen anymore." Jiang Yao said gloomily.
He was afraid that he would lose control of his temper and turn around to beat Duan Feiyi up.
Duan Zhuxian looked at Jiang Yao's clenched fist and smiled.
Even if Jiang Yao wanted to hear the rest, he didn't plan to say it.
For example, more than ten years ago, when he had just begun to show his talent, he was called to the old house by Mr. Duan for a talk. The young Duan Feiyi was jealous and tried to cause a car accident so that he would never come back.
Later, the conspiracy was exposed and the culprit was caught red-handed. He brought Duan Feiyi to Duan Song. When He Lu found out, she cried and made a fuss for a while. Finally, Duan Song let it go on the grounds that "his brother was ignorant". From then on, he ordered all those who knew about the matter not to mention it again.
He didn't want Jiang Yao to receive anything related to him that was too dark or incomplete.
In front of the person you like, you always want to show your best self.
It's just a selfish motive of his.
Duan Zhuxian said, "It was my fault for not thinking enough to involve you in this."
Jiang Yao raised an eyebrow, not caring at all: "We're already married, so stop talking about it after the fact. Besides, do you think I'm a coward?"
Duan Zhuxian smiled and poured a cup of hot tea. "Would you like some?"
"Have a drink." Jiang Yao was feeling a bit thirsty, so he stood up lazily and muttered as he walked towards Duan Zhuxian, "I don't know what's so good about this thing. When you go out to discuss business, everyone likes to treat others to a drink."
Jiang Yao half-leaned on the outside of the island counter, his elbows resting on the countertop, and casually stretched out a few fingers as if asking the bartender for a drink. He was still thinking about Duan Feiyi in his mind.
The tea was handed to him. He blew on it twice without any purpose, frowned, and took a sip. His expression, which was about to be hit by the bitterness, froze for a moment before slowly relaxing. "Why is it sweet? Did you add sugar?"
Duan Zhuxian said, "You can't get used to tea that's too bitter."
If Duan Zhuxian had said this in the past, Jiang Yao would have definitely thought that Duan Zhuxian was mocking him for being spoiled, but at this moment, he was holding a cup of sweet hot tea and had just listened to Duan Zhuxian's personal account of his frustrating past. He couldn't get his mind off of it at all, and even his conditioned reflexes failed.
This feeling was very strange, as if the impeccable man in front of him suddenly opened his heart to him for a moment. He was caught off guard and looked in, but was pushed out again, his thoughts still in an unbalanced state.
After finishing the tea in the cup, Jiang Yao pushed the cup back to Duan Zhuxian, indicating that he wanted another cup.
With the help of the overhead light, he saw a circle of light blue shadow under Duan Zhuxian's eyes, which seemed to make him look a little tired, which was rare.
He thought that the kings of rolls like Duan Zhuxian were all made of iron.
Thinking of Duan Zhuxian running back and forth between the two cities without taking a break, and rushing to the racetrack to deal with his affairs as soon as possible, Jiang Yao felt a little touched.
After the two of them shared a small pot of tea, Duan Zhuxian rolled up his sleeves to put away the tea set. His movements were neat and elegant, and the muscles of his forearms showed beautiful lines under the light.
Jiang Yao supported his chin with both hands and watched idly from the side. Suddenly, he found that Duan Zhuxian had a pair of beautiful hands, with long fingers, broad palms, and even the protruding knuckles exuded a bit of sexiness.
As a man, Duan Zhuxian's appearance is undoubtedly perfect. Jiang Yao has always admitted this, but it is just perfect.
Perhaps it was because he was too familiar with him, or perhaps it was because of aesthetic fatigue after years of treatment, he was unable to pick out the part of Duan Zhuxian that he appreciated the most, just like looking at a ball of light that was dazzling everywhere.
This was the first time he noticed something different.
These hands were superior, even bewitching. Especially when they held him, the veins on the back of the hands bulged slightly, and the speed of the movements, the strength of the finger bones, and the warmth of the palms were all just right...
Jiang Yao was staring intently, his thoughts gradually straying in unspeakable directions. Suddenly, a deep voice fell into his ears: "Are you injured?"
He looked up and subconsciously followed Duan Zhuxian's gaze. There was a medicine box on the coffee table in the distance, with ointments for relieving swelling and pain scattered around it.
Jiang Yao said "Oh" and pointed to his back, saying nonchalantly, "I had a minor bump at the club last night. My shoulder blade has healed already."
The bunch of losers led by Li Ruizhi fought like chickens pecking at rice. They beat him up without even breaking his skin. Besides, he had a strong physique. After a day and a night, the dull pain had dissipated.
"Really?" Duan Zhuxian raised an eyebrow in disbelief. He raised his hand to cover the back of Jiang Yao's neck, his fingertips touching the skin, and reached into his collar, "I need to check."
The second half of the sentence was spoken in a very low voice.
Jiang Yao narrowed his eyes and asked, "Where do I check?"
The ground inside the island counter was slightly higher. Duan Zhuxian rested his elbows on the countertop and moved closer. His hot breath pressed down from above, hitting the back of Jiang Yao's neck and faintly arousing some kind of wild and unbridled muscle memory beneath his skin.
"Bed or bath, you choose."
Jiang Yao rolled his eyes and guessed that this person had bad intentions.
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