Han Li walked up the stairs, tapping his cane on the smooth marble floor, making even and rhythmic sounds.
The jet-black suit fit his broad shoulders and straight back perfectly, and the undulating fabric shone with a flowing luster under the light as he moved.
He stared at the corridor that was similar to his memory in every way, yet different in every way, with unpredictable emotions in his dark eyes.
After turning the corner skillfully, Han Li stopped in front of a closed door.
He slowly reached out his hand and gently pushed the door open.
The door slid silently into the darkness, and an atmosphere of silence that had not been occupied for a long time filled the air.
Han Li turned on the light, and a huge cold room was instantly illuminated by the light. There was no decoration except for simple furniture. The lines were straight, cold and inhumane, and it was almost impossible to tell that it was a child's room.
Chen Kong followed Han Li in, looked around and frowned:
“…Is this the house you lived in as a child?”
Han Li did not answer, but walked slowly to the bedside, bent down and picked up the photo frame on the bedside. He lowered his eyes and looked at it quietly for a while, then answered:
"yes."
Shen Kong simply walked around the room twice.
When passing by Han Li, his eyes subconsciously swept across the photo in his hand.
In a simple black frame, there is a photo that seems to be quite old. In the photo is a woman with fair skin, gentle eyes, a dignified and noble face, smiling at the camera. Her facial features are somewhat similar to Han Li's.
Shen Kong paused.
Han Li took apart the photo frame and gently took the photo out of it.
He seemed to notice Shen Kong's gaze, and his voice was calm: "This is my mother, she died when I was eight years old."
Chen Kong saw with his sharp eyes that Han Li's fingertips gently rubbed the surface of the photo, the amplitude was so small that it was almost impossible to capture.
His heart moved slightly, and a regretful expression appeared on his face: "...Sorry."
Han Li put the photo into his pocket, then looked up at Chen Kong, his dark eyes sparkling under the light, as if he was suppressing some unspeakable emotions, but also as if there was nothing: "There's nothing to apologize for."
Shen Kong recalled that one of the main catalysts in the plot that prompted Han Li to turn his guns on those three people was when he learned that his mother's death was not an accident, but man-made.
His heart sank slightly and he subconsciously grabbed the arm of Han Li who was about to walk past him.
Han Li paused and looked at him with some confusion.
Chen Kong realized that his behavior was inappropriate, so he slowly loosened his hand and smiled half-ashamedly:
"I'm sorry... I can't help myself. Actually, my mother also died when I was very young, so I can relate to you..."
He raised his eyes and stared into Han Li's eyes, and said half-truthfully:
"I'm just saying, don't be so hard on yourself - it's not your fault."
After saying that, Shen Kong took a step back, withdrew his hand in fear, and pursed his lips in shame and restraint: "I'm sorry, I overstepped my authority."
Han Li lowered his eyes and glanced at the place where Chen Kong had just grabbed him, and said in a suppressed and restrained voice:
"……fine."
The light in the room was turned off, and the two walked out of the room one after the other. The air in the corridor was illuminated by the light, and a rich fragrance floated quietly, as if everything had fallen silent, and only the sound of footsteps hitting the ground could be heard.
Chen Kong stared at Han Li's back and suddenly asked:
"Um... Mr. Han, can I ask you a question?"
He still used the same tone as Meng Mingxuan, with a slight hint of doubt in his gentle voice.
Han Li paused for a moment. He did not turn his head. Shen Kong could only hear his voice floating from the front:
"you say."
"Why did you decide to support me in the first place?"
After saying this, he seemed to realize the ambiguity in his words and hurriedly explained: "I, I don't mean anything else, it's just that, with your conditions, you should not be short of people who like you, and... after such a long time, you seem to..."
There was a hint of embarrassment in the young man's voice:
"It doesn't seem to be to me..."
He didn't continue, but the implication was very obvious.
Han Li suddenly stopped, and if Chen Kong had not braked in time, he would have uncontrollably crashed into his back.
The next second, he turned around, his expressionless face was tense, but the restrained and indifferent shell seemed to have cracked a deep crack in an instant, as if the forced disguise of calmness and indifference had completely failed. The bottom of his dark eyes seemed to be burning with a faint cold flame, and he stared at him closely with a look that was mixed with all kinds of complex emotions. The two were of similar height, and they were so close that they could almost breathe each other. A sticky and ambiguous atmosphere instantly filled the air.
Han Li lowered his eyes, his gaze paused on his lips, as if he wanted to lean forward, but restrained himself halfway.
It was as if he was using reason to resist some unspeakable attraction, as if he was walking on the edge of an abyss, being pulled and tempted by the fatal gravity, and then stopped by a strong desire to survive at the last second before falling.
In the end, he could only squeeze out a few words from between his teeth:
"you……"
The next second, Han Li took a deep breath, took a step back, and put his suddenly leaked emotions back into his cold and ruthless shell. He turned his eyes away and said in a cold and hard voice: "...Don't speculate on my thoughts casually."
After saying that, he turned and walked down the stairs.
Staring at Han Li's back, the emotions belonging to Meng Mingxuan on Shen Kong's face disappeared, revealing an expression that was unique to him, cold, rational, indifferent, as ruthless as a blade, as vicious as a beast... But there was a hint of complexity and doubt in his eyes, diluting the cold weapon-like texture on his body.
He bent his finger and pressed it against his lower lip, feeling puzzled for a moment.
At that moment just now, he almost thought... Han Li was going to kiss him.
Why?
Wait... No way...
Shen Kong was startled, the guess that he had previously forgotten suddenly appeared in his mind so clearly.
——That’s impossible! !
After returning to the table, Han Li very obviously adopted a social attitude and expression. With his cooperation and Han Zhuang's deliberate approach, Bian Xianjing and Han Zizhuo seemed to have been warned and no longer spoke sarcastically. The banquet was surprisingly successful and both the hosts and the guests enjoyed themselves at the end.
Not only did they discuss the next steps of the cooperation at the dinner table, Han Zhuang even sent Han Li to the door reluctantly, wanting to make another appointment with him, not caring that Bian Xianjing's smiling face became slightly distorted where they could not see.
Han Li drank a lot of wine.
However, Chen Kong had learned his lesson from the last accident, so he didn't say a word. This time he had to take on the responsibility of driver and drive Han Li back to where he lived.
He was driving on the road at night, looking through the rearview mirror at Han Li sitting in the back seat.
Han Li looked quite sober, as if the alcohol had not affected his rationality at all. Instead, his face looked even paler after drinking, and under the light and shadow passing through the car window, he looked more and more like a lifeless marble sculpture. He half-closed his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Chen Kong sorted out his somewhat confused thoughts, turned his gaze to the road ahead, and drove the car attentively.
More than forty minutes later, he finally drove to the address Han Li gave him.
Shen Kong drove the car into the private underground garage, parked the car, and then looked up at Han Li in the rearview mirror:
"Boss Han, you're home."
There was complete silence in the carriage.
Han Li still maintained the same posture as before, sitting quietly in the darkness without moving.
Chen Kong leaned over from the driver's seat, and when he got closer, he realized that Han Li had fallen asleep without knowing when.
He raised his voice and called Han Li's name twice, and he finally opened his eyes slowly, staring at Chen Kong quietly, his eyes that were usually dark and cold were rippling, and his drunken eyes seemed a little dazed in the cold light of the garage.
Han Li looked at him for a long time before he finally spoke, his nasal voice slightly hoarse as he uttered a simple monosyllable:
"……Um?"
...It seems that he is not very sober.
Chen Kong got out of the car, reached out to open the back door, and then quickly supported Han Li who fell down the door.
He resigned himself to his fate and carried Han Li down from the car, then struggled to hook the door shut with his toes.
Han Li looked thin, but the weight of his bones and muscles was real, like a bag of unconscious cement pressing firmly on Shen Kong's shoulders, causing him to stagger due to lack of exercise due to staying in the crew for too long.
Chen Kong took a deep breath, pulled Han Li's arm and lifted him up, and for a moment he missed the weight of Han Li when he was a child, which was so light that he could lift him with one hand.
He half-supported and half-carried Han Li to the elevator door, but the underground garage needed a key to open, so Shen Kong had to support Han Li with one hand and search on his body with the other.
Summer clothes were thin, and their bodies fit tightly together. Han Li's slightly cool body temperature seemed to be slightly tinged with a little bit of intoxicating heat. In addition, Chen Kong's palm reached into his pocket with difficulty, inevitably touching some sensitive places. Han Li, who was half unconscious, let out a slight gasp. Even if he was as thick-skinned as Chen Kong, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
Just then, the elevator suddenly opened with a ding.
An old man with gray hair and a black uniform stood in the spacious elevator. He looked at the two people hugging each other in front of him, and his serious face couldn't help but crack slightly: "...Excuse me."
After saying that, he reached out his hand tremblingly and pressed the elevator door closing button.
Shen Kong quickly stretched out a foot and blocked the gap of the elevator door, preventing it from closing further.
He tried his best not to look at the ambiguous posture between himself and Han Li. He just stared at Xu Bo, who looked much older than he remembered, but still strong and vigorous. He put on a stiff smile and said, "No, no, no, you misunderstood. Mr. Han was drunk. I just sent him back."
Xu Bo hurriedly pressed the elevator button again, and while helping Shen Kong to help Han Li in, he said:
"I saw the young master's car drive into the garage, but he didn't come out for a long time, so I came down to take a look."
He looked at Han Li's appearance and frowned: "I have never seen the young master drunk like this."
Xu Bo turned his head to look at Shen Kong and asked, "Master, who did you have dinner with today?"
Chen Kong held Han Li's thin waist with one hand, dragged him up, and walked into the elevator with difficulty. As he walked, he said: "It should be... with his father and other family members..."
Xu Bo sighed, and instantly understood why Han Li lost his composure like that. He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and shook his head:
"Anyway, thank you for your help."
Shen Kong shook his head: "It's okay, now that you are here, I can leave with peace of mind..."
As he said this, he reached out for Han Li's arm that was around his neck, trying to pull him off him.
I pulled it, but it didn't move.
Chen Kong's expression was a little stiff. He pulled hard a second time - still couldn't move it.
Just as he was about to pull it a third time, his movements suddenly stopped.
Shen Kong slowly raised his head and looked at Xu Bo, who was standing aside with an inexplicable expression and strange eyes. Under the other party's 800-watt eyes, Shen Kong slowly showed a perfect smile on his face, and then stood up straight:
“Forget it, I’ll just take President Han upstairs.”
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