Less than twenty minutes later, He Yu, who had just turned tail and run after fucking someone, drove back to the Skynight Club. The tall main doors of the club opened, and the hostess welcomed Mr. He in with her head respectfully bowed. He Yu looked just like he always did—clean-cut and minimalist, gentlemanly and courteous. A paragon of propriety.
No one would ever think he’d done something as preposterous as recklessly screwing another man.
When He Yu walked through the doors into the lobby and looked around with his almond eyes, he immediately caught sight of Xie Qingcheng standing next to the reception desk. Xie Qingcheng’s face was so pale it was unsightly, but he was somehow still able to stand upright, with his slender waist and long legs ramrod straight.
Just as He Yu appeared to be a respectful and gentle client from a scholarly family, Xie Qingcheng didn’t look at all like someone who had just spent an entire night being tormented by a younger man.
He had already changed into another snow-white dress shirt, and his hair had been washed and combed. He had the same domineering aura He Yu was used to seeing, as incisive and chilly as a dagger.
But while nothing seemed different on the surface, their relationship was no longer the same—it was no longer innocent.
Looking Xie Qingcheng up and down now, it was as if He Yu’s gaze could cut through his prim and proper exterior to see the blood and flesh, the muscles and bones within. It was as if Xie Qingcheng wasn’t wearing any clothes at all.
Meanwhile, the moment Xie Qingcheng caught sight of He Yu, his blood pressure shot up. It was only because they were in a busy lobby and he didn’t want to become a household name that he managed to forcibly suppress the urge to kick and stab He Yu to death.
“Mr. He, here is your bill from last night,” said the hostess, handing He Yu the receipt.
Although she was well-versed in the service etiquette of her profession, the events from last night were way too bizarre. When the young hostess had verified the items on the bill for the private room on the computer, every line that appeared shocked her to the core. Huh… It looked like they had smashed the entire private room…
Did they fight?
They must have.
But when she read further down and saw that the lubricant in the room was also on the bill, as well as the condoms, the young lady became even more shocked.
After they finished fighting, they slept together?
This was utterly unheard of!
A sense of feminine sympathy arose in her, so when she handed the bill to He Yu, her voice softened a great deal and she was brimming with compassion.
That’s right, the one she sympathized with was He Yu.
He Yu looked way too pretty. Though he was tall, he seemed very slender and elegant in his clothes, and his face had an especially delicate, refined, scholarly quality to it. He looked nothing like Xie Qingcheng, who, despite being in so much discomfort he could barely hold himself upright, still managed to arrange his features into an icy-cold expression.
As a result, the young hostess misunderstood completely and had concluded that Xie Qingcheng was the one who had used all those condoms on He Yu. She thought that, with his handsome looks, Xie Qingcheng must be living off his partners, and that, after tormenting Young Master He all night long, he’d turned around and summoned the young master back here to foot the bill.
It was too shameless!
After He Yu settled the payment, the young lady bowed and courageously gave him an encouraging look. Meanwhile, it was only because of her high standards of professionalism that she was able to resist rolling her eyes at that bastard Xie Qingcheng before turning and walking off in her heels.
He Yu and Xie Qingcheng stood in silence by the large, round table in the lobby.
Fortunately, both these gentlemen had some sense of shame in the presence of others. That was the only reason they didn’t start a shouting match right there in the club’s lobby. The rushing sound of water from the Three Lucky Gods fountain in the lobby became the backing track of their silent stare down.
Xie Qingcheng gazed at He Yu with his bloodshot eyes. He Yu could put on airs with that face of his, but there was a glint of madness in his eyes that only Xie Qingcheng could see. That madness seemed to taunt Xie Qingcheng, as if shamelessly saying, Yeah, I’ve done it and I don’t plan on seeing you ever again. What are you going to do about it?
Eventually, Xie Qingcheng stood up. To the casual onlooker, his posture seemed just as upright and straight as before, and his footsteps as brisk as the wind. But He Yu could see a slight unsteadiness in his stride.
Xie Qingcheng walked up to He Yu, his steps heavy and his gaze terrifying.
For a second, He Yu grew apprehensive and felt the urge to turn tail and run. But he immediately dismissed his kneejerk reaction as ridiculous. The only reason he was feeling that way was because Xie Qingcheng had held that sort of oppressive power over him since his childhood, leaving it practically etched into his DNA. It would still haunt him on occasion even now.
He Yu shoved the unbidden trauma from his mind and swore that he’d never let anyone—especially the person in front of him—know about the thought that had just crossed his mind. He calmed himself down and stared back at Xie Qingcheng unblinkingly. Then, after just a moment, he broke into an unexpected smile and said slowly in a soft voice, “Xie-ge, don’t you hate me so much that you want to kill me right now?”