Chapter 12
Back in the top-floor villa in the city center, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer a dazzling view of the city at night.
Zhou Yue crossed his legs and placed them casually on the expensive Italian custom-made marble coffee table in the living room.
Song Shiyu walked straight into the bathroom and washed away all his fatigue and dust.
When he appeared in the living room again, his body was still surrounded by mist, his black hair hung wetly in front of his forehead, and water droplets slid down his graceful neck and across his well-defined chest.
He was only wearing a white bath towel around his lower body, which was barely tied around his tight waist.
His height of 1.87 meters shows a perfect inverted triangle body shape, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, full but not exaggerated chest muscles, neatly arranged abdominal muscles clearly visible, and the mermaid line hidden at the edge of the bath towel, outlining a very powerful and masculine outline.
His legs are straight and slender, and his muscles are smooth and powerful. It is the kind of perfect body that can only be shaped by long-term self-discipline and exercise, between the immaturity of a teenager and the maturity of a man. Under the warm light, he looks like a carefully carved Greek statue.
The muscle lines brought by long-term exercise are smooth and beautiful, and the skin is a healthy wheat color, which seems to be coated with a layer of delicate luster under the warm light of the living room.
Zhou Yue was leaning against the center island in the open kitchen, smoking. When he saw this scene, his fingers holding the cigarette stopped in mid-air.
He narrowed his deep single eyelids, and his eyes, with undisguised scrutiny and a hint of amusement, swept over Song Shiyu's almost perfect figure wantonly. After a long while, he sneered and blew out a smoke ring: "Fuck... Ji Zhiqi is really a bit ungrateful." It was hard to tell whether his tone was teasing or something else.
Song Shiyu grabbed a velvet pillow from the sofa and threw it at him, scolding him with a smile: "A dog can't spit out ivory. Can you say something nice?"
Zhou Yue easily caught the pillow, tossed it aside, and crossed his legs. Behind the smoke, his eyes held his usual rogue air: "Seriously, it's better for you to follow me than to waste time with him. At least we know each other well, so neither of us will suffer any loss."
Song Shiyu raised his eyebrows, walked to the sofa opposite him and sat down, crossing his long legs casually. The bath towel loosened a little because of his movements, revealing more firm skin.
He had a playful smirk on his face, deliberately disgusting him: "Okay, if you want to be down there, I have no objection."
Zhou Yue cursed and threw the lighter at him, "Get lost! Don't even think about it!" Let Zhou Yue be down there? It would be better to just stab him.
Song Shiyu caught the lighter accurately, shook it proudly, and continued to poke at his sore spot: "Don't be embarrassed, I'm serious, if you are willing, you can do it now, the bathroom, the sofa, or the floor-to-ceiling window over there? It's your choice." Who made this guy slander his Ji Zhiqi first.
Zhou Yue put out the cigarette he had just lit and was about to stand up to teach him a lesson, but the doorbell rang at the right time - the takeaway had arrived.
This impromptu takeaway meal was quite sumptuous.
This verbal battle has temporarily come to a halt.
The two of them ate in silence for a while, and then Zhou Yue suddenly spoke, his voice devoid of emotion: "When will Bai Siang, that brat, get back?"
Song Shiyu didn't even raise his head, concentrating on dealing with a shrimp dumpling, and said vaguely: "Don't involve me in your lawsuit, it's troublesome. If you want to know, ask yourself."
"He's blocked all my fucking contact information, how can I ask?" Zhou Yue said in an annoyed tone.
After hearing this, Song Shiyu finally raised his head, revealing an extremely smug smile that deserved a beating. He felt relieved immediately: "Oh, so...Okay, since you are so pitiful, I will ask for you when I get back."
"Ask now." Zhou Yue stared at him, his tone unquestionable.
Song Shiyu shrugged, took out his phone, and typed slowly in front of Zhou Yue: "Zhou Yue asked when you will be back."
Zhou Yue frowned as he looked at the message, which was so straightforward that it was almost provocative, and wondered if Song Shiyu did it on purpose.
Given the current tension between him and Bai Siang, asking this question would only add fuel to the fire.
After dinner, there was still no response from Bai Siang.
Song Shiyu tried to send an emoticon package again, but a ruthless red exclamation mark popped up on the screen instantly - **The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party**.
Song Shiyu: "..."
He picked up his phone and turned the screen towards Zhou Yue, expressionless: "Thank you, Master Zhou. Thanks to you, I also got the 'one-stop blacklisting service'."
Zhou Yue's face turned even darker. Without saying a word, he took out a cigarette box, lit one, and took a deep puff. Amidst the smoke, the lines of his profile were tense.
Just then, Song Shiyu's phone rang again. It was a message from Xiao Cheng.
When I clicked on it, I saw a screenshot of a WeChat Moments post - it was sent by Ji Zhiqi's assistant Xiaohua: "Finally landed ~ exhausted! [Tired][Tired]" The picture showed three suitcases standing next to a conveyor belt.
Song Shiyu's attention was instantly attracted by one of the low-key but textured dark gray suitcases - he would not make a mistake, it was Ji Zhiqi's usual style, which had appeared in many Reuters photos of the airport.
The corners of his tense mouth rose unconsciously, and a gentle smile appeared in his eyes.
I hope Ji Zhiqi arrives safely.
His heart finally settled down, and he was in a good mood. He tapped the screen briskly with his fingers and gave Xiao Cheng a generous bonus as a reward.
Zhou Yue next to him was answering the phone, his tone impatient: "I told you I'm not there... I don't have time. If you're lonely, go find someone else." He seemed to be entangled in some trouble.
Song Shiyu was too lazy to pay attention. He stood up happily and yawned: "I'm going to sleep first to adjust to the jet lag." After that, he walked straight to the guest room, leaving Zhou Yue to continue dealing with the person on the other end of the phone.
After Zhou Yue finished the call, he took a few puffs of his cigarette in annoyance, looked at the red exclamation mark on his phone, put out the cigarette, and turned back to the master bedroom.
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The next day, in the top floor office of HERMEZ.
Outside the huge curved floor-to-ceiling windows is the blue sky and bustling cityscape.
The interior design is in a modern minimalist style, with a clever combination of cool-toned metal, glass and warm wood elements, revealing a sense of low-key luxury and efficient technology everywhere.
Song Shiyu and Zhou Yue stood in front of the smart conference table, where a holographic projection was showing a detailed three-dimensional model of the land in the east of the city.
The land is adjacent to the water, has a broad view and is well-planned. It is indeed a rare Feng Shui treasure land.
"It's this piece of land. Let that, Ruan Xiaohui pay back the 63 million completely." Zhou Yue crossed his arms, with a cold smile on the corners of his mouth. He was wearing a black shirt with a slightly open collar today, and his good-and-evil temperament was even stronger.
"A tenfold increase in valuation in the later period is a conservative estimate. When it comes to having a keen eye for site selection, Young Master Song is still the best."
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