It was hard to describe what it felt like to eat soup dumplings at such a purely Western-style dining table, and…
Ren Qingyun touched the corner of his mouth. Was it because the weather had turned cold? Why did it feel as though his lips were chapped from the cold? It hurt whenever he touched them.
The man sat expressionlessly at the other end of the long table, turning another page of the documents in his hand as if he were extremely busy. Only the old butler standing behind him, after so many years, could see through his master. Beneath the long table, those long legs had already shifted positions several times, silently revealing the restlessness in his heart.
The old butler stared wordlessly at his master’s back. His drooping eyelids seemed to sweep unintentionally over the guest’s lips. He could not help shaking his head inwardly. The master was still too impatient. In the East, there was an old saying: haste makes waste.
Swallowing the last soup dumpling, the “hot tofu,” Ren Qingyun could not help licking his lips. To be fair, although it felt a little strange to eat soup dumplings at an English-style dining table, they were truly delicious. The flavor was first-rate.
“Thank you for the hospitality.” With a wonderful breakfast filling his stomach, Ren Qingyun’s mood improved instantly. Even the way he looked at the man became much more sincere.
…The man stared at his documents without speaking. The old butler behind him felt anxious and helpless. Afraid the guest might misunderstand, he had no choice but to step forward politely and respond on his master’s behalf.
“It is good that the guest is satisfied.”
…Ren Qingyun looked at the silent host and the butler who answered instead. Did people of high status always do this? Even face to face, they needed a mouthpiece?
Although the man was extremely handsome, Ren Qingyun silently deducted three points in his heart.
“As long as you like it.” After being discreetly kicked by the insubordinate old butler, the man finally reacted. His deep voice drifted into Ren Qingyun’s ears. Ren Qingyun clicked his tongue and touched his slightly warm ear. Once again, he confirmed it—this man was practically a walking aphrodisiac. His looks were already outrageously unfair, and that voice could make someone pregnant in minutes. He was simply a winner in life with every advantage enabled.
“Exquisite.” Ren Qingyun adjusted his posture. The previously relaxed waist and abdomen tightened instantly, his hands unconsciously crossing and resting on the table. A completely different aura from his earlier laziness emanated from him. Both the man and the butler were momentarily stunned.
No wonder the master had taken a liking to this person… The old butler lowered his eyes and silently recited The Legend of Lu Yuan in Magic and Martial Turmoil to himself.
The angel seemed even more radiant now, the man thought. A faint warmth began spreading from his throat downward. Like pure moonlight, the angel seemed to emit an intoxicating aura. His tongue brushed lightly over his teeth. He wanted—wanted so badly—to swallow him whole in a single bite.
Ren Qingyun was satisfied to see the two of them subdued by his presence. Losing in spirit was not an option. Although he did not know why he suddenly felt a sense of pressure, following his instincts was rarely wrong.
After breakfast, Ren Qingyun admired the decor and furnishings and asked the man who had brought him here if he could look around. The man nodded readily and even accompanied him on a few laps.
Though slightly surprised, Ren Qingyun accepted the hospitality and followed behind, carefully savoring the mansion’s historic charm.
The breathtaking designs and decorations dazzled his eyes. A sense of luxury and nobility seeped from the bones of the place—just like the man beside him. It was as if someone from a different era stood before him, moving with casual elegance, yet in the finest details revealing the rigid and old-fashioned precision of aristocracy.
Gradually, Ren Qingyun’s gaze stuck to the man and could not pull away.
He felt the man was like an exceptionally rare wine stored in a little-known ancient castle. Perhaps this wine was a magnificent and mysterious blue like the sea. The first sip might be cool, yet it would ignite in an instant, setting the body aflame. As it slid down the throat, it would be lingering and exquisite, each taste bud savoring a different flavor. The more one tasted, the more enchanted one became.
And slowly, one would become intoxicated.
With slightly hazy eyes, Ren Qingyun stared at the man’s back, suddenly wanting to hear him call his name in that smooth tone.
“My name is Ren Qingyun.” The man walking ahead was suddenly tugged by the sleeve. Behind him came the angel’s slightly hoarse voice.
“Ren Qingyun.” The man nodded and called out the name naturally, intimately.
Like the most beautiful sound pouring into his ears, it was only his name being spoken, yet it felt like receiving the highest honor. Ren Qingyun stared at the man’s profile as he turned around. After a long moment, he suddenly stepped forward on tiptoe and brushed a light kiss across the man’s thin lips.
“You have the most beautiful voice I have ever heard.” A misty breath lingered between them as he praised him against his lips.
“My honor.” As the words fell, a heated tongue had already pried open moist lips and teeth. The handsome man and the beautiful youth tangled forgetfully, their hot breaths warming the garden like the arrival of spring.
The old butler followed from a distance, dutifully picking up the master’s and the future master’s clothes along the way, his heart full of astonishment.
It seemed the master would not need his concern anymore. In the future, the third floor would probably require a large bed.
To be honest, he had only intended to sample the beauty’s taste. He had not planned to offer himself up.
Even if he had, at most it would have been a rare one-night stand in his life. That was what Ren Qingyun had thought.
But the problem was! Ren Qingyun, with his aura fully unleashed and his gaze sharp enough to kill, stared at the door as if nailing it in place. If the door could speak, it would certainly complain that it had already been frozen into fragments.
Ren Qingyun reflected expressionlessly. He was wrong. Truly wrong. He should not have indulged his lust so casually. Even though the object of his desire was extremely handsome—a head of golden curls that felt wonderful to the touch, gem-like eyes that made him intoxicated whenever they looked at him, a voice as deep and intoxicating as a cello that set his whole body aflame, and a perfectly sculpted physique as if blessed and carved by the heavens—even if this man was irresistibly charming to an outrageous degree, he still should not have acted on impulse!
He let out a dry laugh inwardly. Which eye of his had been blind enough to think he could pin that man down? Heaven’s sins can be forgiven; self-inflicted sins cannot. His heart now felt utterly speechless.
“Boss, today they sent ninety-nine blue roses.” The assistant’s voice at the door was as low as possible. Holding a huge bouquet, he stood outside trembling. The next second, a throw pillow flew out from inside and smacked him on the head.
“Ow!”
The assistant was in tears inside. He was truly innocent!
He did not know which of the boss’s admirers was so formidable—spending lavishly on flowers every day—and he could not refuse to help, because someone had “threatened” him. Being an assistant was hard. Being the assistant to a beautiful yet irritable and aloof male boss was even harder.
Ren Qingyun expressionlessly ended the incoming call and secretly touched his backside. Being taken so fiercely the first time had not felt great. Even standing, he could sense a faint burning ache, not to mention the lingering foreign sensation inside. It was extremely uncomfortable.
Damn it. What had that man eaten growing up? With that size, he deserved to stay single forever. Ren Qingyun cursed inwardly and unwillingly stuffed another pillow under himself before sitting down.
“Boss…” A different person soon appeared at the door. From the voice alone, it was one of the studio’s juniors. Ren Qingyun’s mood was terrible. Truly terrible.
“Speak!” It had better not be related to that man. Otherwise… His gaze turned dangerous, one hand toying with the paperweight on the desk. His hands itched. Really.
“If I say it… will I still be alive?” The junior stood at the door on the verge of tears, holding a board as a shield.
“Heh. From the moment you dared to pass along a message for that guy, you were already dead.” Frost practically formed on Ren Qingyun’s face. This fellow—whose side was he on? Taking a salary here every month and still delivering messages for the enemy?
The junior fell silent and quietly retreated to his seat.
As for the aloof flower, he would leave it to that reckless pursuer to deal with.
The aloof flower, being passionately pursued, soon made a new decision. Since the studio here had already been infiltrated by the “enemy,” he might as well return to his home country for a while and avoid the limelight.
This determination became even firmer when, after work, a familiar car blocked him at the entrance.
Action-oriented as ever, Ren Qingyun quickly booked a flight and flew back home.
Upon learning from his subordinates that the angel had fled the country, the man’s inner thoughts were silent.
Standing behind him and having heard everything, the old butler thought with a dry laugh: I knew it would not be that simple. Master really is something… Even a duck already in his mouth managed to fly away. That is quite a feat.