Chapter 67 - Don’t Forget Who You Belong To (2/2)
LanXiRong heard it on the side and narrowed his eyes, pretending to inadvertently ask, “I can just take you back. Why bother for him to make a trip just to come get you?”
ZhouXiang half-heartedly responded, “Oh, I’ve just realized that I have to go to the set tomorrow. He might have been afraid that I would delay the progress. I … I’ll go out to give him a call.”
CaiWei pulled him, “Don’t need to call him. He’s very close to the Worker’s Stadium and will be here very soon.”
ZhouXiang’s expression changed slightly. He’s worried that if YanMingXiu came over, their relationship would be exposed. If it was someone else, that would have been fine. But he definitely didn’t want to ever let CaiWei know about it. CaiWei had repeatedly warned him to not get too close to YanMingXiu, but he already…he really don’t want to see CaiWei’s disappointment in him.
ZhouXiang stood up unsteadily, “I…I’ll just make a call, tell him not to come, waste of time…”
He grabbed his phone and walked out of the private room and started to dial YanMingXiu’s number, but YanMingXiu didn’t pick up.
He thought… would YanMingXiu be angry? After all, he and LanXiRong never got along before. He even hung up the phone immediately.
ZhouXiang fiercely bumped his head twice against the wall to try and force himself to be a bit sober. He has to think of what to say later so that other people won’t be able to see anything wrong.
When he returned to the private room, CaiWei and Ah Liu were still drinking. Ah Liu has always been simple-minded and didn’t think much of anything but the other three people all had apprehensions on their minds.
After about ten minutes, the door of the private room was suddenly opened and the four people all turned their heads to see YanMingXiu wearing a heavy coat standing in the doorway looking quite worn out. The lights in the hall came in through the door, forming a circle of backlighting on his body. They seem to be able to see the chilliness exuded all around his body.
YanMingXiu immediately saw ZhouXiang’s drunken flushed face.
LanXiRong sat still and just looked at him coldly.
No matter how much CaiWei hated YanMingXiu, on the surface he can’t offend him. Seeing that no one spoke, he might as be the first one to say something.
“President Yan, you’re here, that’s really fast.”
YanMingXiu went over and slammed the TV off. The singing noise in the box room disappeared instantly. Most of the noisy music from outside is isolated so now the quietness in this box room is a bit strange.
YanMingXiu pointed to ZhouXiang and said with gloomy face, “Get up, I’ll take you back.”
ZhouXiang could only say to the other people, “I still have to go to the set tomorrow. I’ll leave first. You guys continue.” Then he deliberately said to YanMingXiu, “President Yan, will have to trouble you.”
He supported himself with the table wanting to stand up. YanMingXiu immediately grabbed his arm, pulling his entire person up.
YanMingXiu’s expression looked unsightly; so much that anyone with eyes could tell. If it is only because of the hostility between him and LanXiRong, many people in the circle already knew that so it’s not at all surprising. However since YanMingXiu came in, his eyes were not on LanXiRong. Adding on, there was no confrontation between the two so YanMingXiu’s chilling attitude is really baffling.
ZhouXiang grabbed his coat and put it on. He swiftly took his shirt and quickly took a few steps, turning back to the three people to awkwardly excuse himself. Then, he was firmly pulled out by YanMingXiu.
Ah Liu didn’t know too much of the details so he didn’t give it too much thought but LanXiRong and CaiWei are different. The two of them looked at each other, their expressions a bit complicated.
After YanMingXiu shoved ZhouXiang into the car, he was in no hurry to drive, but grimly asked, “Whose clothes are you wearing?”
ZhouXiang stared blankly, “Why?”
“Is it LanXiRong’s?”
There was no need to talk about the wet top in ZhouXiang hands. YanMingXiu is very familiar with the cashmere sweater that he is wearing. He remembered that a sponsor had just sent him a book of a batch of clothes last week. The cashmere sweater and the shirt inside were set. He had ordered a set and had just received it yesterday but hasn’t had the time to wear it. ZhouXiang is wearing the cashmere sweater of this set, while LanXiRong wore the matching shirt.
Even though he could guess that ZhouXiang changed into it because his own top got wet, still his heart felt annoyed to the extremes.
He hated LanXiRong. He felt that the reason he and (older) ZhouXiang had gotten to this point definitely involved this bastard, LanXiRong. Anyone who lusts after his things should die, regardless how much this (younger) ZhouXiang actually weighs in his heart, he will not let his things touch the slightest breath of LanXiRong.
He said bluntly, “Stay away from surname Lan in the future, I hate him.”
ZhouXiang is silent. Hearing this sounded all too familiar.
YanMingXiu saw that he didn’t talk and thought that he wasn’t happy. He turned and gripped ZhouXiang’s chin with his hand and said expressionlessly, “Don’t forget who you fucking belong to. Don’t piss me off.”
Under the dim light, only ZhouXiang’s bleak smile is visible as he faintly uttered, “President Yan… whatever you say, I’ll definitely obey. I, ZhouXiang certainly won’t forget that it is you who owns me.”
End of the chapte