Chapter 19
Song Shiyu leaned on the passenger seat, his eyes unconsciously following Ji Zhiqi's profile as he drove.
The light and shadow of the street lamp flowed across his well-defined face, outlining his deep eye sockets and high nose bridge.
It is such a real scene, but because it is so beautiful, it makes people feel like a fragile dream.
Only the subtle discomfort coming from deep within his body and the clean scent that belonged to Ji Zhiqi and still lingered in the air in the car stubbornly reminded him that all this was real, not another fantasy born out of his three-year secret love.
According to the address that Song Shiyu had whispered before, Ji Zhiqi drove the car smoothly into a high-end apartment complex with strict security and excellent privacy.
The car was parked in the exclusive parking space in the underground garage. The surroundings were silent, with only the residual heat from the engine after it was turned off lingering in the air, just like the throbbing between the two that had not yet subsided.
When I got home and turned on the lights, warm light poured down, dispelling the darkness in the garage and seeming to illuminate a corner in Song Shiyu's heart that had always been obscure.
He cleared his throat, but found that his voice was hoarse and trembling slightly. He looked at Ji Zhiqi who was taking off his coat, and the first thing he asked was: "Ji Zhiqi, are you... feeling okay?"
It was as if he was not the one who was being possessed so forcefully in the car just now, enduring the discomfort and pleasure for the first time.
uu rolled his eyes and was so angry that he jumped up and down: What kind of good person would not question the other party at a time like this why they treated him so suddenly and even rudely, but instead care about the other party's feelings first?
Ji Zhiqi paused when he heard this and looked up at him.
Those beautiful eyes that could captivate everyone on the stage, now under the ceiling light in the living room, were as deep as thick ink that could not be dissolved, with complex and indistinguishable emotions surging in them.
He didn't answer the question directly. Instead, he stepped closer until there was only a fist's distance between them, enough for them to feel each other's breath. Then he slowly spoke in a low and clear voice:
"Song Shiyu," he called him by his full name, with a sense of scrutiny and final confirmation.
"I deliberately distanced myself from you a few times before, hoping that you would give up and stay away from me."
He paused, his gaze fixed on Song Shiyu's, not allowing him to dodge. "But I didn't expect you to appear in front of me again and again. You even know my coffee taste, the details of my work over the past three years, and even my preferences."
His tone was filled with a hint of disbelief, as well as a hint of the intense excitement of being completely seen through and being cared for in such meticulous detail.
"If I still can't see through your feelings at this point, then wouldn't I have wasted your...feelings in vain?"
He omitted the word that might have been a little teasing, choosing a more direct expression. Then, as if explaining why he had lost control tonight, his voice deepened.
"What's more, today I saw you going there, drinking with others, being hit on...all these behaviors made me very unhappy."
These words were like a strong light, suddenly splitting apart all the uncertainty and fog in Song Shiyu's heart.
It turned out that the previous alienation was a deliberate barrier, and that the other party was fully aware of all his cautious approaches and silent observations.
An indescribable torrent of great surprise and a sour feeling of finality suddenly rushed into his heart, washing away his nerves that had been tense for three years.
Those late-night searches that only he knew about, those subtle habits that he had to painstakingly find out, those carefully crafted yet pretended casual "encounters"...all the hidden and unknown efforts seemed to have received the most straightforward response that far exceeded his expectations at this moment.
He looked at Ji Zhiqi's face, which was so close to him and full of seriousness and possessiveness. The emotions that had been suppressed in the deepest part of his heart were like a broken dam, no longer able to be controlled, and surged out.
Almost on instinct, he took a step forward, stretched out his arms, and hugged Ji Zhiqi tightly, burying his burning cheek in the crook of his neck, greedily sniffing his unique scent that could instantly make people feel at ease. His voice was muffled, but with unprecedented clarity and determination:
"Ji Zhiqi, I like you so much." It's not a light "like", but a "like" that has settled over three years and carries a heavy weight and burning temperature.
Ji Zhiqi's body stiffened almost imperceptibly the moment he was picked up, and then completely relaxed.
He clearly felt the strength of Song Shiyu's embrace and the subtle trembling that revealed his excitement.
Instead of pushing it away, he raised his hand, his palm warm, and gently stroked the back of Song Shiyu's neck with a soothing look. The skin there was warm, and the veins were pulsating slightly under his fingertips, connecting the vigorous vitality with his equally restless heartbeat at this moment.
The silence that flowed between the two people hugging each other was not awkward, but rather filled with a kind of tacit intimacy and satisfaction.
After a while, Ji Zhiqi spoke in a low voice and asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time:
His voice was particularly clear in the quiet living room, and it was full of inquiry. "Three years. If you like me so much, why haven't you ever appeared in front of me formally and openly?"
Song Shiyu still buried his face in his shoulder, as if this posture could give him more courage to be frank and isolate any possible shyness.
He was silent for a few seconds before answering in a nasal, muffled voice, saying something that made Ji Zhiqi burst out laughing:
"Because..." Song Shiyu's voice was low, but extremely serious, even with a bit of desperate honesty, "I want to be the strongest man behind you."
"Pfft——" Ji Zhiqi couldn't help but burst out laughing.
He never expected to get such an answer, which was a bit childish and domineering, but also revealed an almost stubborn sincerity and responsibility.
He could even vividly imagine the awkward expression of shyness and forced calmness on Song Shiyu's face when he said this.
He felt as if his heart was gently tickled by a feather, and as if it was flooded by warm tide, making it soft and messy.
Song Shiyu, who was calm and decisive in the business world, was actually... so cute in his arms.
"The toughest man?"
Ji Zhiqi repeated this sentence, and the smile in his tone could not be concealed. He stepped back a little, stretched out his hand and gently lifted Song Shiyu's chin, forcing him to look at him, wanting to see more from his eyes.
"So, for the past three years, you have been silently... supporting me behind my back?" He used the mild word "support", but they both knew that behind it lay so much unknown attention, painstaking understanding and perhaps silent dedication.
Song Shiyu's ears flushed, but his gaze no longer evaded him. He nodded, his tone calm but firm, "I've studied every public business decision you've made. I'll consider any brand you endorse as long as they fit your style and offer potential for collaboration. The few minor hiccups you encountered during your concert, whether it was venue coordination or equipment issues...something I could help with within my capabilities, I've asked people to handle."
He said it lightly, but Ji Zhiqi knew that it required a huge and detailed information network, keen insight and efficient execution.
This is by no means just the fanatical behavior of a "fan". This is a man with considerable resources and abilities who is quietly paving the way for him, clearing obstacles and building a solid rear in his own way.
"Why don't you let me know?" Ji Zhiqi looked at him with deep eyes, as if he wanted to see the underlying color of his soul.
"That's not necessary."
Song Shiyu answered directly, with his unique pride and thoughtfulness, "I like you, it's my own business. I don't want you to feel burdened, or... to change the taste of this relationship." He paused and lowered his voice.
"Besides, I'm waiting too."
"Waiting for what?"
Song Shiyu's eyes were frank and burning, looking straight into Ji Zhiqi's eyes.
"Wait until I'm sure that my liking won't be a problem for you, but will make you feel...happy." Only then will I dare to rush towards you without hesitation and without looking back.
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