Chapter 18 Under the deep darkness of night, neon lights…
Under the deep darkness of night, the neon lights pierced the sky with their vibrant colors, creating an illusory and magnificent spectacle. While waiting for the traffic lights to change, Liu Duanhe glanced at the navigation app, which estimated that there would be about twenty more minutes.
The car window slowly rolled down, and a chilly wind quickly filled the entire interior, creating a bustling, vibrant atmosphere.
As the traffic lights changed colors, Liu Duanhe started the car, his expression relaxing. How long had it been since he had been alone in peace, without any guard up, trying to figure out what everyone was thinking?
Perhaps it was the night that stirred up emotions, and Liu Duanhe, at this rare moment of relaxation and reflection, even had a fleeting impulse to stop caring about anything.
But the next second, that thought vanished. If you wear a mask for too long, it will grow into your flesh and blood. Now, asking him to put it down would make him feel uncomfortable and out of place.
When they arrived at the address Feng Xingyun had given them, it was already 8:30 p.m., a time that was neither too early nor too late.
After parking his car, Liu Duanhe sent a message to Feng Xingyun to ask which private room he was in, assuming that Feng Xingyun would be waiting for him there.
But to his surprise, as soon as Liu Duanhe entered the hall, he saw a young man sitting on the sofa, looking bored.
He was still wearing the same vest he wore before they parted ways, revealing his well-defined and muscular physique. He had a crossbody bag slung over his shoulder, looking like he was full of energy and not afraid of the cold.
Liu Duanhe couldn't help but frown. The weather was fluctuating greatly at this time of year, making it very easy to catch a cold.
But then I thought that Feng Xingyun might not have a coat, since I had lent him the coat before we parted ways in the afternoon.
Liu Duanhe felt a little more uneasy and a slight sense of guilt.
"Feng Xingyun." With people coming and going in the hall, he lowered his voice and called him softly.
Feng Xingyun, who was lost in thought, turned his head and saw him. He immediately stood up and walked towards Liu Duanhe.
But then Liu Duanhe suddenly unbuttoned the jeweled cufflinks of his coat and took it off. Feng Xingyun frowned, not understanding what he was going to do.
In Liu Duanhe's view, taking care of one's boyfriend is what a qualified lover should do, even though those second and third-generation rich kids in the entertainment circle change boyfriends and girlfriends like they change clothes.
However, for respectable people in society, stable relationships are definitely more likely to win favor. For example, no matter how respectful his father and mother are to each other in private, they always appear to be a loving and affectionate couple in public.
Regardless of other matters, he still agrees with this point.
Liu Duanhe casually removed his cufflinks and put them in his pocket, explaining, "I took your coat to wash. It's very windy outside, so wear mine for now. Do you mind?"
Feng Xingyun didn't mind at all. He raised his hand to touch his nose and took the coat from Liu Duanhe's hand. Fortunately, Liu Duanhe had just picked up a casual and loose suit when he went out, which was one and a half to two sizes smaller than the tailor-made one.
The coat had a faint fragrance and was still warm to the touch, like a gentle hug, which inexplicably flustered his mind.
Liu Duanhe looked it over and commented, "Not bad, it's become custom-made."
This comment was already quite restrained. In reality, Feng Xingyun's muscles completely filled out the suit, even his chest was bulging, giving off the vibe of a suit-wearing thug, with a slightly suggestive feel.
Fortunately, his muscles weren't exaggerated from being fed protein powder at the gym; they were just the right size in the eyes of ordinary people, and he could be called a male bodhisattva.
Feng Xingyun raised his arm, moving it freely.
"Um."
After all, they were only a few centimeters apart in height, not to mention that their clothes were loose-fitting.
Although Feng Xingyun didn't feel cold, putting on the coat did warm him up immediately.
He asked Liu Duanhe, "But you're only wearing a shirt on top now."
Liu Duanhe smiled slyly, "I have two sets of spare clothes in my car."
Feng Xingyun couldn't help but smile. "Alright, shall we leave now? Is it too late?"
He glanced upstairs first, then looked at him and asked, "Aren't your teammates still up there? Shouldn't I go say hello?"
Her eyes shone like stars under the light because of her smile.
Feng Xingyun shook his head. "Most of them are too excited right now. You might get scared if you go."
That's outrageous. Liu Duanhe felt that he was not the kind of person who could be scared by a drunkard, let alone one of Feng Xingyun's teammates.
"Did they drink a lot?"
Feng Xingyun nodded.
Liu Duanhe glanced upstairs again but didn't insist. "But if they really drink a lot, it won't be safe for them on the way back, especially since there are girls among them."
After thinking for a moment, he went to the front desk.
The receptionist had already noticed the two of them; after all, it's rare to encounter such incredibly handsome men in real life, both of them quite tall. Especially the one who came in later, he was even better looking than male celebrities in the entertainment industry—simply divine.
He has deep, handsome features, with upturned phoenix eyes and a gentle, refined demeanor. He is strikingly handsome, but he appears somewhat overly aristocratic. Even in a loose-fitting casual suit, he is dignified and not at all frivolous.
She noticed them looking towards the front desk, saying something, and then walking over.
I immediately tensed up.
Just as she was about to boil the food, Liu Duanhe was already standing in front of her, while another handsome guy who looked intimidating stood there with his hands in his pockets, watching them.
The staff member spoke with the clearest accent he'd ever used, "Hello, how can I help you?" Strangely, she felt not only nervous but also inexplicably embarrassed, perhaps because the person in front of her looked too sophisticated, or rather, looked very expensive, which had overwhelmed her with a sense of trendiness.
Although mobile payment is convenient, Liu Duanhe always likes to be thorough in his work, so he also carries a wallet with him containing cash.
He explained politely, "My friends are having dinner together in a private room. Since there are both men and women, I'm worried about their safety going back to school, so I wanted to ask you to help me."
Liu Duanhe considered the travel time and dormitory locking time, "It's about 9:40. If they haven't come down yet, please go and call them, and then arrange for them to return to school in groups of a few in one car, is that okay? It would be best if each car had someone who was relatively sober."
As he spoke, he took out his wallet and pulled out a stack of hundred-yuan bills. "Of course, this is not free; I will pay you a reward."
The receptionist was about to refuse, after all, she couldn't let her work for free no matter how pretty she was, and this sounded like a real problem.
Fortunately, Liu Duanhe was quick enough to take out the money, otherwise she would be hesitating between taking the money or not.
Liu Duanhe knew there would be a lot of people, so he directly counted out five thousand yuan, which was roughly one hundred yuan per person.
It's about the same as her monthly salary. Now the front desk staff think Liu Duanhe is practically a money-giving boy. What's so special about helping a group of college students? She can give away a hundred every day!
Suddenly, she was no longer nervous or embarrassed; her eyes practically lit up, and she even seemed a little excited. She immediately agreed, "Don't worry, if you're concerned, we can add each other as friends, and I'll take photos of each of you for you to see!"
Liu Duanhe chuckled lightly, "No need for that, I trust you. But has anyone ever told you that you're really cute?"
The staff member's face turned as red as a tomato. Liu Duanhe took out another wad of money and put it on the table. "People who work hard should be rewarded."
For Liu Duanhe, this amount of money was nothing, but it could contribute to happiness and make a person happy for a long time. The meaning and emotional value it represented were much higher, and Liu Duanhe felt it was worth it.
The simplest joy for people comes from the emotions brought about by good relationships; when others are happy, you are happy too.
Whenever Liu Duanhe feels that he is feeling too down, he will choose to invest in a few charitable projects, which can be regarded as a redistribution of wealth and giving back to society.
After saying that, he picked up his phone, sent a message to Feng Xingyun asking for the private room number, raised his hand and waved it to Feng Xingyun, and tapped the screen with his fingertip.
Feng Xingyun straightened up and took out his phone from his bag.
To prevent the staff from accidentally misremembering the dictation, Liu Duanhe asked her for a piece of tissue paper and a pen, and wrote down the room number on it.
After leaving the house, Liu Duanhe still had a smile on his face, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.
Feng Xingyun deliberately said, "Why are you so concerned about them?"
Liu Duanhe's smile remained unchanged. He glanced at him sideways with his phoenix eyes and said indifferently, "They're all classmates. It's just a little help. Besides, there are some of my potential future subordinates among them."
For him, spending a few thousand yuan—not even worth picking up from the ground—to win the favor of a few dozen people was just a casual matter. Money is worthless; people are the most valuable.
Feng Xingyun's heart sank. "Alright."
Liu Duanhe took a few steps and added, "They are also your team members. Since you, as the captain, left the field early, of course I have to take full responsibility."
Feng Xingyun looked up at his back. His eyes were very dark, almost black, and when he stared at someone, there was an indescribable sinister and fierce look.
His thoughts are never disguised, but his outward ruthlessness is mostly meaningless; it only makes people wary of him at first glance. The most dangerous moments are in ordinary times, and the most ruthless and terrifying killers are often honest people.
No matter how powerful a honey badger may appear, it can never defeat a tiger or wolf.
Liu Duanhe did not stop or turn around, even though the gaze on his back was so clear that it could not be ignored.
He pressed the key to the Bentley in his hand, and the headlights lit up in the distance.
They remained silent until they reached the car. Liu Duanhe sighed, turned around, and said helplessly, "The way you look at me, anyone who didn't know better would think you wanted to fight me."
Feng Xingyun neither dodged nor avoided the question, but raised an eyebrow and jokingly replied, "How do you know it's not true?"
“Unless you’re a lunatic,” Liu Duanhe said bluntly.
In fact, Feng Xingyun didn't remember what he was thinking just now; it was all jumbled up. He just felt an indescribable joy in his heart, the happiness of having made a good friend who cared about him.
"Do I look like a good-tempered person?" Feng Xingyun pressed, unsure of what kind of answer he wanted.
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