Ye Mingxuan clenched his thigh tightly: “Sir!”
“What’s wrong?” Tan Sizhe slid his hand deeper, deliberately saying, “Let me see your mole again.”
“There’s no mole…”
“How can there not be? In the restroom, I not only saw it, I licked it.” Tan Sizhe raised an eyebrow, “Forgot?”
Ye Mingxuan thought of that and grabbed the other person’s wrist like he was facing an enemy, stopping him from continuing: “No, don’t… This is a theater…”
Their box seats were open facing the stage. If someone saw them, the consequences would be unimaginable!
So Ye Mingxuan clamped his thighs together again, not giving Tan Sizhe’s hand any opportunity.
Tan Sizhe made a disapproving sound: “Do you like my hand that much? Don’t want it to go out?”
Ye Mingxuan: “!!” He instinctively spread his knees apart.
But as soon as his knees parted, the man began to act as he pleased. The warmth from his palm seeped through the thin fabric, burning Ye Mingxuan so much that he clamped his legs together again.
“… ” Ye Mingxuan’s eyes welled up with tears as he grabbed Tan Sizhe’s hand and pleaded with him.
Tan Sizhe’s breath enveloped him from behind, his hot chest pressed against Ye Mingxuan’s thin back: “Do you have a red mole?”
“No—uh!”
The man gripped Ye Mingxuan’s jaw, forcing him to turn his head, biting his lips, and thrusting his tongue inside.
“Ugh…” Ye Mingxuan couldn’t close his mouth; his teeth were pried open, and the man’s tongue swept across every inch of his mouth, almost reaching his throat.
Tan Sizhe seemed unable to get enough, cradling his face, his lips completely enveloping Ye Mingxuan’s lips and teeth, sucking on his lips.
“Do you have a red mole?” He released him, narrowing his eyes dangerously.
Ye Mingxuan: “No—uh!”
Tan Sizhe grabbed his chin again and kissed him, this time with even more force.
Then he let go of Ye Mingxuan again and asked, “Do you have one?”
Every time Ye Mingxuan answered no, Tan Sizhe would punish him with a kiss.
His mouth was being ground by the man’s wet tongue, his teeth swept several times. Ye Mingxuan whimpered, drool glistening as it trickled down the corner of his mouth.
By the fifth time, Ye Mingxuan was almost unable to breathe, breaking away from the man’s lips in desperation: “Yes, yes!”
“Good boy.” Tan Sizhe nibbled his earlobe, his fingers disappearing into the thin fabric.
“Don’t!” Ye Mingxuan grabbed his hand, “We’ll be seen…”
“Don’t worry, we’re on the top floor. If anyone looks over, they’ll just think we’re a couple who are very close, cuddling together and listening to music.”
Tan Sizhe undid his belt.
The Symphony of Destiny played passionately, and everyone listened intently, the music drowning out the faint sounds from the sixth-floor box.
Tan Sizhe’s large hands repeatedly kneaded the small red mole, moving swiftly when the music was fast and gently when it was slow.
Ye Mingxuan covered his mouth, his eyes teary and blurred, overwhelmed by shame and anxiety.
Below were the audience members listening intently to the music, and the performers on stage immersed in their performance.
No one glanced up at the balcony. Even if someone looked up, they would only see a man and a young boy leaning against each other, assuming they were also listening to the music.
No one knew where the man’s hand was.
Ye Mingxuan endured the tingling sensation, trying not to make a loud noise, as his gaze fell from above, seeing Yu Sen playing the violin with such passion.
Yu Sen opened his eyes, smiled at the audience, and looked up toward the box seats.
“Don’t?” Tan Sizhe’s voice was low and magnetic, “It’s too late.”
Suddenly, the lights changed, and the symphony came to a perfect close, like fireworks fading away, covering Ye Mingxuan’s final sob.
He trembled, his lips slightly parted, his eyes vacant as he clutched Tan Sizhe’s clothes.
Tan Sizhe withdrew his hand and licked the residue from his fingertips.
Ye Mingxuan stared blankly at the ceiling, his voice trembling: “I want…”
Tan Sizhe grasped his palm, his phoenix-like eyes flickering with anticipation: “You want me?”
“I need to change my pants…”
“…”
Ye Mingxuan felt like crying. He used to wet his pants when he was in kindergarten, but that was when he was young. What was the difference between today’s situation and wetting his pants?
The concert continued smoothly.
The boy snuggled into the man’s arms, burying his face in the man’s chest, his cheeks flushed red, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
Seeing this, the general manager respectfully asked, “President Tan, is your wife feeling unwell?”
Tan Sizhe looked down at his young wife and said, “Yes, she’s feeling a little unwell. We’ll be heading back now.”
“President Tan, please take your time! This way, please!” The general manager bowed and guided them to the elevator.
…
On the fifth floor, a few minutes earlier, Ye Yufan had left under the pretext of “going to find Yu Sen,” leaving only Zhao Dongxuan and Ye Xiangkai in the private room.
The music stopped, and the air became eerily quiet. Ye Xiangkai nervously took a sip of tea: “Who do you think is upstairs?”
“Whoever it is, it’s always good to make a connection.” Zhao Dongxuan’s eyes darted around. “If we can use this opportunity to hook up with some big shot, our family will never have to worry about money again.”
Ye Xiangkai’s lips tightened into a straight line: “That’s true.”
The Ye family ran a construction company, and over the past decade, they had accumulated enormous wealth by winning bids for large-scale projects.
But money was just money. Ye Xiangkai wanted more than just money; he wanted power—the kind of power that would allow him to stand shoulder to shoulder with the three major clans of City A.
Originally, being able to form an alliance with the Tan family was his lifelong dream, but unfortunately, Ye Mingxuan couldn’t be relied upon, so they had to make their own efforts.
She pushed open the door, where only a waiter stood. He bowed to her, but Zhao Dongxuan gave him a cold glance and turned toward the stairs.
Her high heels clicked on the red carpeted stairs as she lifted her skirt. From a distance, she saw a man in a suit embracing another person as they headed toward the VIP elevator.
Zhao Dongxuan pondered, “How much does he resemble Tan Sizhe?”
Who was the person he was holding?
Zhao Dongxuan walked up to investigate, only to be stopped by two bodyguards: “Sorry, you can’t go up there.”
Zhao Dongxuan smiled: “Do you know who the man in the upstairs private room is?”
The bodyguards replied, “Please return, madam. We have been instructed not to allow anyone to disturb him.”
Zhao Dongxuan had lost her patience: “Look closely—I am the chairman’s wife of Ye Dong Group! Hurry up and notify him for me!”
The bodyguards replied, “We have looked closely, madam. Please return.”
“…” Zhao Dongxuan clenched her teeth, turned around, and stomped down the stairs, muttering to herself under her breath,
“If he won’t see me, so what? I’m the in-law of the Tan family! One day, I’ll become powerful and influential too. You all just wait!”
…
It was a bit cold.
Ye Mingxuan curled up in the man’s arms. The night breeze blew in through the car window, touching his body.
Since he had just sweated, he felt a bit weak, and the breeze made him feel a little chilly.
He shivered slightly, and Tan Sizhe closed the car window, placing his warm, large hand on his stomach.
This movement was no small matter; Ye Mingxuan’s small buttocks pressed against the man’s thigh, wriggling back and forth. Tan Sizhe’s forehead veins bulged.
“Don’t move.”
“Sir, I can’t…”
“If you move again, I can’t guarantee what I’ll do to you.”
Ye Mingxuan’s body stiffened, almost able to feel something indescribable pressing against him.
He dared not move anymore.
Ye Mingxuan’s stomach was soft, and Tan Sizhe’s rough, large hand rested on it, feeling the teenager’s tender, smooth skin. He suddenly said, “Do you know what this reminds me of?”
The atmosphere inside the car was quiet. They were separated from the driver’s seat by a partition, so the driver couldn’t hear what they were doing.
Ye Mingxuan shook his head.
Tan Sizhe curved his lips into a smile: “It’s like I’m touching the baby in your stomach.” ! !!
Ye Mingxuan’s ears flared like a steam engine, and he covered his stomach in embarrassment: “No, there’s no baby…”
Tan Sizhe stroked his chin: “No baby means I didn’t go in deep enough last time.” ！！！
Wave after wave of vulgarity overwhelmed Ye Mingxuan’s mind.
His teeth chattered, and his face and neck turned almost transparent with embarrassment: “Sir…”
“I won’t tease you anymore,” Tan Sizhe lifted Ye Mingxuan’s chin and leaned down to kiss him, “You can’t have a baby.”
“Tonight…” Tan Sizhe traced his fingertips over Ye Mingxuan’s swollen lips, his phoenix eyes narrowing dangerously, “You must watch me carefully under the light.”
