WAM CH48

Shao Si’s palm felt a bit hot. He originally wanted to pull his hand straight back, but by some bizarre twist of fate, he couldn’t help himself and stroked it twice more.

…So firm. Sure enough, it was completely different from his own few abs that were mostly just for show.

Gu Yanzhou released his hand and asked once more: “Call me what?”

Those two words rolled around the tip of Shao Si’s tongue twice, but in the end, he still couldn’t bring himself to say them out loud. He walked straight forward, his face still slightly flushed, waving a hand perfunctorily: “Got it, I’ll say it in a bit.”

Shao Si brainwashed himself in his mind: It’s all acting, it’s all fake, fake.

[There’s a saying called ‘acting out a play till it turns real.’ I wonder if you’ve heard of it?] The system popped up sarcastically. [You’d better look in a mirror and check out your flushed little face.]

Shao Si: [Shut up.]

[This trick you two are pulling feels extremely risky to me; be careful not to invite the wolf into the house.]

[Otherwise, do you have a better idea?]

System: [Nope. Good luck to you two.]

Zuisheng Mengsi—the words flashed with decadent colors in the night. The neon lights hanging outside rendered the entire storefront like a trashy 1980s street-corner hair salon—a bit dirty, a bit mysterious.

The main lobby, however, was luxuriously furnished and resplendent with gold and jade. A few male front-desk waiters dressed in uniforms stood behind the counter, flirting and laughing with guests coming and going.

“Hello, how many people in your party?” The front desk clerk had noticed these two figures with superb physiques at the door early on. They looked very unfamiliar and were wearing masks, clearly first-timers.

Shao Si walked forward, leaning against the counter without a shred of proper posture: “Two. What, does it require registration?”

“Registration isn’t necessary, but a 500-yuan deposit is required.” The front desk guy smiled, flashing a ‘five’ gesture.

Then the desk clerk watched as the person behind the V-neck handsome guy pulled out a card and handed it to him. The hand holding the card had well-defined knuckles, looking very powerful.

With a somewhat greedy gaze, his eyes shifted upward a few inches, catching the high bridge of the nose hidden beneath the mask, followed immediately by those deep, alluring eyes.

Gu Yanzhou waited for a long time, but the other party had no intention of taking his card, so he frowned and stated the obvious: “Swipe the card, thanks.”

“Alright.” Only then did the front clerk reach out, though whether intentionally or not, his hand covered Gu Yanzhou’s fingers as he took the card.

“…”

Even an idiot could see that this front desk clerk wasn’t hiding his budding attraction in the slightest.

Shao Si leaned back slightly, leaning into Gu Yanzhou’s ear: “You’re pretty formidable, huh? Total instant kill.”

Gu Yanzhou didn’t reply. He simply withdrew his hand and placed it on Shao Si’s waist.

“Tsk,” Shao Si found this desk clerk rather interesting. After all, under normal circumstances, who would dare be such an obvious fanboy right in front of Gu Yanzhou? “Why don’t you loosen your grip? He looks like he’s jealous.”

Shao Si’s current posture happened to lean back slightly, and Gu Yanzhou was a head taller than him. Gu Yanzhou lowered his head slightly, tucking him firmly into his chest: “Stop messing around.”

The desk clerk handed the card back with a crestfallen heart: “All set, have fun.”

“Take it,” Shao Si said.

Gu Yanzhou: “You take it. Holding my wifey makes it a bit inconvenient.”

“What wifey,” Shao Si didn’t react for a second. After two seconds, his expression froze strangely, squeezing out a sentence after a long pause, “Who’s your wifey!”

Despite saying so, Shao Si still grabbed the card back for Gu Yanzhou. Then, as he walked, he attempted to reach backward and stuff the card into Gu Yanzhou’s pocket.

“Does your outfit not have pockets?” Shao Si poked around blindly for half a day, unable to find a place to shove the card in.

Gu Yanzhou directed: “Move your hand lower, a bit lower.”

“…”

Annoyed by his instructions, Shao Si casually groped around left and right a couple of times, and then his hand suddenly froze.

Gu Yanzhou let out a hiss, sounding somewhat uncomfortable: “Where are you groping?”

Shao Si slowly closed his eyes, taking a long while to digest the familiar yet unfamiliar sensation against his palm earlier, saying: “…Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

After paying the deposit, a staff member guided them into the interior of Zuisheng Mengsi.

At the center was a massive dance floor, lights flashing erratically in all directions. Overall, the atmosphere of this place leaned toward darkness. In the corners, people were engaging in unspeakable acts, appearing to have zero inhibitions as they had a wild time here.

However, because the light might illuminate any spot in the next second, the scene became rather thrilling—like a secret originally hidden away suddenly being exposed to the public eye without warning.

When Shao Si and Gu Yanzhou stepped inside, other areas were dimly lit, except for a corner on the right where the lighting suddenly intensified, casting a bright glow on the two people in the corner.

—A boy with youthful features, looking under eighteen, had his clothes half-slid off, eyes heavy with bedroom allure, his small mouth slightly open as he exhaled softly, allowing the sturdy man behind him to move in and out of him.

“It’s a miracle a place like this hasn’t been raided yet, way too debauched,” Shao Si marveled in amazement. Next, he looked around a couple of times and finally found an open seat by the bar, taking the initiative to sit down—this was his lifelong principle: if he could sit, he would never stand.

Finally, Shao Si tapped the counter and said to the bartender, “Get me a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, thanks.”

The bartender looked at them suspiciously: “Are you two together?”

Hearing the bartender say this, Shao Si only then realized something was off.

…He had forgotten the script.

Everyone around was in couples, their postures extremely intimate.

It was just him and Gu Yanzhou: one standing, one sitting, looking practically like a clean stream of fresh air in the nightclub.

Gu Yanzhou reminded him: “Get up.”

Shao Si didn’t budge. He merely patted his lap, attempting a last-minute rescue: “How about this, come, sit on big brother’s lap.”

Gu Yanzhou’s expression remained unchanged. Raising a hand to loosen his bowtie, he uttered a sentence Shao Si had never heard him say under normal circumstances—one that was downright vulgar: “Baby, are you exceptionally asking to get fucked today?”

…Shao Si thought to himself: Damn it, this move is way too ruthless, I can’t handle this.

Two minutes later, Shao Si was sitting on Gu Yanzhou’s lap, one hand casually hooked around his neck, tapping the counter once more: “Please get us a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.”

Gu Yanzhou covered his hand, interrupting: “Ignore him. Two whiskeys, thanks.”

“I don’t like any alcohol with an ABV over 3.5%,” Shao Si emphasized in a whisper by Gu Yanzhou’s ear, “Too harsh.”

Gu Yanzhou: “If you can find a second person here ordering orange juice like you, you can order it.”

Shao Si stared into Gu Yanzhou’s eyes, feeling that a line of words was written crystal clear inside them: Go ahead and look; if you find one, I lose.

The bartender wiped a glass and asked one last time: “What are you two actually drinking?”

Shao Si shrugged, resigning himself to fate: “Whiskey on the rocks. Was just joking with you earlier, don’t mind it.”

Although Gu Yanzhou ordered whiskey for him, he didn’t make him drink it either. However, watching Gu Yanzhou drink made Shao Si thirsty, so he secretly pinched the flesh on Gu Yanzhou’s waist: “Hey, save me a sip.”

“Your alcohol tolerance is too poor.”

Shao Si choked for a moment: “Then save me a few ice cubes.”

“Sure.”

About half an hour passed, and Shao Si could barely sit still anymore, his cheeks aching from chewing ice. He checked his watch repeatedly and couldn’t help asking, “It’s almost midnight. Is he coming or what?”

“Soon.” Gu Yanzhou glanced at the entrance, noticing the number of security guards at the door had increased. Then he turned his head back and saw the silly kid in front of him—who had claimed he wouldn’t drink anything over 3.5% ABV—holding the glass and taking two gulps, so he hastily stopped him: “…What are you doing?”

Shao Si stuck out his tongue: “Thirsty.”

They had taken off their masks long ago. Because the lighting here was far too hazy, even the bartender closest to them couldn’t see their faces clearly.

In the darkness, Gu Yanzhou could only see Shao Si’s silhouette outlined in the shadows, along with those eyes that seemed to glow—though a bit cold, they looked exceptionally clear.

From his past experience drinking with Shao Si, he knew how fast this guy got drunk.

Three, two… one.

Gu Yanzhou’s temple twitched. Before he could call out to him, the arm Shao Si had hooked around his shoulder suddenly tightened. Then, his body proactively pressed up against Gu Yanzhou, his cold voice faltering as he called out softly: “Husband.”

“Now you’re being obedient,” Gu Yanzhou supported his rear, shifting the wine glass farther away. “Your alcohol tolerance is truly something else—dizzy after just two gulps.”

There was a sudden commotion at the entrance, accompanied by a few whispered discussions: “President Wang is here.”

The bartender put down the glass he was wiping and said to the new handyman beside him, “Probably coming to inspect again. It’s fine, just keep doing what you’re doing; he’ll walk a circle and leave.”

Although Shao Si was somewhat lightheaded, he hadn’t forgotten today’s mission. Or rather, after getting groggily tipsy, he actually let loose more freely: “Wang Shan is here?”

“At the door, walking this way.”

Shao Si shook his head: “Shouldn’t we start working?”

Gu Yanzhou raised an eyebrow, and Shao Si pressed down onto him, sitting on his lap, hooking his arms around his neck to kiss him.

Coincidentally, the spotlight originally illuminating the other side suddenly shifted south, landing squarely on the two of them.

Shao Si’s hair was relatively long; when he lowered his head, it just happened to cover half of his profile.

Everyone could only see at the edge of the bar counter a slender man in a V-neck sweater straddling another man. His legs were thin and long, slightly bent with his toes touching the floor. A section of his collar was even askew, exposing half his shoulder.

The pair’s posture was intimate, looking thoroughly pleasing to the eye, even exuding a few hints of gentle tenderness.

Just as they wanted to take a closer look, the man being kissed used the coat by his hand to swiftly cover both of them up.

…

“Booo, what a buzzkill.”

The surrounding people turned their eyes away one after another, sighing in disappointment. The lighting technician probably found it dull as well, quickly shifting the spotlight away from the two of them to look for the next target.

However, one person’s gaze remained firmly locked on them without letting go.

“President Wang, what are you looking at?” The manager bowed and scraped beside Wang Shan, deeply terrified that a subordinate hadn’t done something right to anger Wang Shan. He followed Wang Shan’s gaze toward the bar counter but didn’t find anything unusual.

Could it be Abao the bartender? …Probably not, isn’t Abao mixing drinks just fine right there?

Just as the manager was thinking himself into a knot, Wang Shan stroked his chin and smiled, an evil grin surfacing on that greasy face of his: “Nothing.”

After saying that, he added two more times with pointed meaning: “…Interesting, interesting.”