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Yan Silin seemed to be here to enjoy his own joke. Realizing this, Su Qianyu felt a bit more relaxed.
Perhaps in his subconscious, once he confirmed that the other party's intentions were not friendly, he became less tense. He thought to himself, since that's the case, let it be.
It didn't matter; let him watch, it wouldn't cost him anything. Su Qianyu smiled at Yan Silin, his smile blooming like flowers in spring, with his double eyelids forming a small arc that perfectly showcased his charm.
That was the smile he displayed during every social gathering, one that easily endeared him to others. Yet at this moment, there was an added touch of helplessness and self-mockery in that smile.
"Then I'll take my leave," Su Qianyu said as he tossed the tissue into the trash can, never facing Yan Silin.
His movements were elegant and natural, as if performing a silent farewell. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he said in a flat tone, devoid of any emotional waves.
As Yan Silin passed by him, he slightly bent down to turn the knob, his casual tone carrying a hint of barely noticeable laziness: "It's fine."
His actions were smooth and natural, as if this was just an ordinary gesture.
Returning to the private room, Su Qianyu found it empty, with only the remnants of their meal and a room filled with smoke that made it hard to breathe.
The leftover dishes and scattered utensils seemed to tell the tale of the fierce and brutal social gathering that had just taken place. The smoke filled the air like a thick fog, obscuring the path ahead.
He wasn't surprised; that's how business works—the ones who stand up are the winners, while those who fall are not counted.
In this world full of competition and interests, those who fail are often ruthlessly discarded. However, investment matters could only be resolved through other means. A wave of helplessness and anxiety surged within him, but he knew he couldn't give up at this moment; he had to keep looking for opportunities.
The waiter handed him the bill along with a room card: "This is left for you by Manager Shaoh. Shaoh asked me to convey that if you wish to continue discussions, he is waiting for you upstairs."
The waiter's expression was somewhat awkward, as if he also felt that such a request was inappropriate.
Su Qianyu paused while signing, lowered his eyelashes as he took the room card in his palm and glanced at it. Suddenly, he smiled.
That smile carried three parts mockery and seven parts stubbornness; the pride he had cultivated since childhood was hard to suppress even in such circumstances.
A smile hung on his handsome and delicate face, three parts feigned yet appearing quite genuine.
Su Qianyu returned the room card to the attendant, his tone sincere, and his red lips and white teeth evoked a sense of pity: "No need, please tell Manager Shaoh that Su Qianyu has not fallen so low as to let others take advantage of him for money."
The words were blunt to the point of rudeness. Su Qianyu ignored the stunned expression of the attendant and stepped toward the door.
His back was resolute and determined, as if declaring his dignity and bottom line to the world.
It was raining outside. The heavy downpour that had been forecasted all day finally arrived in Yunshi, with raindrops pattering down and water flowing swiftly across the ground.
The rain fell like a waterfall, overwhelming and intimidating.
Su Qianyu dismissed the thought of taking a taxi and turned toward the underground parking garage. The rain would lessen by eleven-thirty; it wouldn’t be too late to have Zhou Ran pick him up then.
He had his own plans in mind, maintaining calmness and rationality even in adversity.
Having stood outside for a while, his clothes were soaked by the rain, clinging coldly to his body, which was quite uncomfortable.
Su Qianyu found a sheltered spot, casually sat down, and took out his phone to play a game. He had been playing this game for hundreds of years; perhaps he hadn’t realized he was somewhat nostalgic.
For a reckless second-generation heir, nostalgia was an out-of-place term. At least for him, he shouldn’t be dying.
The game’s sound effects were turned up a bit too loud, echoing eerily in the empty underground passage.
The crisp sounds reverberated in the silent space, as if narrating his inner loneliness and helplessness.
Su Qianyu remained oblivious until a beam of headlights shone directly on him.
He raised his hand to shield his eyes and cursed under his breath. The intense light made him feel uncomfortable instantly, stirring up a wave of irritation within him.
The car owner honked the horn twice, and Su Qianyu shifted slightly to the side, tapping the screen to continue the game, lowering his head to swipe at the screen. His movements were somewhat impatient, as if he were venting his dissatisfaction.
Then he heard the car door being pulled open and slammed shut. Someone walked up in front of him, still wearing those familiar leather shoes.
Su Qianyu let out a low "tch," glancing at Lin Liyou in the passenger seat, wondering if Yan Silin was out of his mind.
His eyes were filled with confusion and discontent, as if questioning Yan Silin's actions.
Su Qianyu remained seated, showing no intention of standing up, looking up at Yan Silin: "We meet again, best Actor Yan."
His tone carried a hint of sarcasm and helplessness, as if mocking the whims of fate.
Yan Silin stood with his back to the car lights, his face hidden in darkness, making it hard to discern his expression. His tone was very flat: "Su Qianyu, how did you end up in such a miserable state?"
He no longer referred to Su Qianyu as "Little Director Su," which made Su Qianyu feel somewhat pleased. Perhaps deep down, he had always longed to be treated equally rather than being looked down upon and ridiculed.
Su Qianyu nonchalantly put away his phone: "Bad luck, nothing I can do about it."
He suppressed his irritation but failed, so his words came out with a hint of provocation: "It would be great if best Actor Yan could lend a hand."
Given their long-standing estrangement, Su Qianyu assumed that Yan Silin would be disgusted by this remark.
To his surprise, Yan Silin squatted down slightly, appearing quite sincere: "Oh? How much do you need?"
A flicker of curiosity shone in his eyes, as if he were contemplating an important decision.
"Thirty million," Su Qianyu said with a smile that made his eyes curve. He insisted on rubbing salt into the wound, gripping his phone tightly as one corner pressed against a small injury. For a fleeting moment, he felt the trace of blood seeping out.
Su Qianyu repeated: "Thirty million, what do you think?"
He raised his eyes to meet Yan Silin's gaze and saw that Yan Silin seemed to smile slightly. "Alright,"
Yan Silin continued, "So how will you repay me?" His tone carried a hint of teasing and ambiguity, making it hard to decipher.
"What do you want?" Su Qianyu retorted. His eyes were filled with caution and confusion, as if he were trying to guess Yan Silin's intentions.
Yan Silin's gaze fell into Su Qianyu's eyes, his thin lips parted, carrying the chill of a rainy night: "Sleep with me."
In the moment of Su Qianyu's shock, Yan Silin said, "Thirty million, and sleep with me for half a year. Do we have a deal?"
His tone was laced with dominance and assertiveness, as if he were extending an invitation that could not be refused.
It took Su Qianyu a while to process this; he almost laughed, as if he had heard a joke, nodding towards Lin Liyou's position. "Yan Silin, are you seriously trying to keep me as your sugar baby in front of your fiancée?"
He pointed at Yan Silin's middle finger, where the deep blue diamond sparkled under the light. Su Qianyu forced a smile and said to Yan Silin, "Are you out of your mind?"
His smile carried a hint of despair and helplessness, as if facing an incomprehensible madman.
Yan Silin had the driver take Lin Liyou away. Now only the two of them remained in the dim and cold underground parking lot. Yan Silin pressed down on Su Qianyu's neck, the coolness of his fingers sending a shiver through Su Qianyu.
He felt Yan Silin's long fingers gliding over his skin slowly and gently, as if caressing a precious piece of art.
In the next moment, Yan Silin firmly pulled Su Qianyu towards himself, tilting his head to whisper in his ear: "Su Qianyu, you know when I come to Xiang Zhuang; do you not know whether I have a fiancée?"
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