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Chapter 17: More Than a Night

Jiang Yu paused in his movements.

“…Why are you asking this?”

“That classmate just said it.”

Li Xiao said casually,

“A lot of people like you.”

Jiang Yu’s ears burned.

“That’s all in the past.”

“How many relationships have you had?”

Li Xiao pressed.

“…None.”

“Not even one?”

Li Xiao raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t believe it.”

Jiang Yu pressed his lips together.

“Really none. No time, and no money.”

He was telling the truth.

In high school, he had to study and take care of his sister.

Later, when something happened to his parents, he had even less mind to think about such things.

Li Xiao stared at him for a long time, then laughed.

“So, last time at the villa, it was your first time?”

The glass in Jiang Yu’s hand nearly slipped.

He gripped it tightly and looked up at Li Xiao, his eyes filled with offended anger.

But this anger only confirmed Li Xiao’s guess.

A surge of pleasure rose in Li Xiao’s heart, as if he had discovered a unique treasure.

He looked at Jiang Yu’s ears, slightly red from shame and anger, and found it extremely amusing.

“Was it also your first kiss?”

Li Xiao pushed further, unable to hide the smile in his voice.

Jiang Yu’s chest heaved, his face alternating between red and pale.

He wanted to say something, but in the end he just bit his lower lip hard and turned to leave.

“Come back.”

Li Xiao’s voice came from behind, commanding but not as cold.

“Did I say you could leave?”

Jiang Yu stood with his back to him, shoulders stiff.

“Come back.”

Li Xiao said again, this time his tone softer.

“I won’t ask anymore.”

Jiang Yu stood still for a few seconds, then slowly turned around.

Li Xiao looked at his lowered profile, his red ears, and his soft lips pressed tightly together.

‘His first time was mine.’

‘His first kiss was mine too.’

This realization was like a small flame, dropping into a long-dry corner of his heart, burning silently.

He suddenly felt that the money he spent was truly worth it.

Not just for buying a night—it seemed he had bought something more special.

Li Xiao stood up, walked around the bar, and came in front of Jiang Yu.

They were very close, so close that Jiang Yu could see his own reflection in Li Xiao’s pupils.

“What’s the panic?”

Li Xiao said in a low voice.

“It’s not something shameful to be your first time.”

He reached out, took the glass that Jiang Yu had nearly dropped, and placed it on the bar.

“Hold the cup steady.”

His tone returned to normal.

“See you tonight.”

Then he turned and left.

Jiang Yu stood there, not moving for a long time.

****

Li Xiao started the car and drove back to the villa.

He took a shower, changed into comfortable loungewear, and leaned on the sofa to handle a few emails.

But he kept getting distracted.

His mind repeatedly replayed the scene at the bar earlier—Jiang Yu’s silhouette mixing drinks in the sunlight, his red ears when the topic of first kiss came up, and the embarrassment hidden in that “really none.”

Li Xiao put down his tablet and picked up his phone.

On the screen was a collection of photos of Jiang Yu from his high school days, sent by his subordinate yesterday.

A teenager running on the basketball court, wearing a faded school uniform, with a clean and bright smile.

Speaking as a student representative at the graduation ceremony, his back straight, his eyes shining.

And another, seemingly from a sports meet: Jiang Yu had just finished a 3000-meter run, his hair wet with sweat, accepting water from a girl next to him, politely nodding in thanks.

That girl was blushing obviously.

Li Xiao stared at that photo for a long time, his fingers tracing Jiang Yu’s face on the screen.

So this was how he used to be.

Not the silent, enduring bartender now—not the Jiang Yu who grabbed his wrist in the alley and said “help me pay it off,” nor the Jiang Yu who shook in pain on the bed but clenched his teeth without a sound.

He once lived in the sunlight, liked and watched by others.

That indescribable emotion surged again in Li Xiao’s heart.

This time it wasn’t irritation, but rather a complex feeling mixed with possessiveness and sympathy.

He turned off his phone and closed his eyes.

****

At 9:10 p.m., as Jiang Yu pushed the drink cart toward the booth, Li Xiao was already sitting there.

Today he wore a dark blue velvet shirt, the collar casually open, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.

The light from the booth’s top lamp fell on his side face, outlining his deep features.

Jiang Yu approached and spoke as usual.

“Good evening, Mr. Li. What would you like to drink today?”

Li Xiao looked up at him, not answering the drink question, but instead said,

“Don’t call me Mr. Li anymore.”

Jiang Yu’s movements paused.

“Call me by my name.”

Li Xiao leaned back a little.

“Li Xiao. And stop saying ‘you’ formally—just use ‘you.'”

Jiang Yu looked down and continued arranging the tools.

“That wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“How is it not appropriate?”

“You are a guest.”

Jiang Yu’s tone was calm.

Li Xiao raised an eyebrow.

“Am I just a guest?”

Jiang Yu remained silent, lowering his head to wipe the shaker.

Li Xiao looked at him for a few seconds, didn’t press further, and took out an exquisite paper bag from beside him, pushing it to the center of the table.

“I brought this for you.”

Jiang Yu looked up and saw the logo of a famous Cantonese restaurant in the city on the bag, known for being expensive and hard to book.

“I’ve already eaten.”

He said.

“Eat some more.”

Li Xiao opened the bag and took out several warm food boxes.

“You’re too thin.”

The boxes were opened one by one: crystal shrimp dumplings, steamed chicken feet in black bean sauce, crab roe siu mai, and century egg lean pork congee. The aroma instantly filled the air.

Jiang Yu had eaten at six in the evening, and he was indeed a bit hungry now.

“Do you want to eat together?”

Jiang Yu asked.

“I’ve already eaten.”

Li Xiao took apart the chopsticks and handed them to him.

“I’ll watch you eat.”

Jiang Yu took the chopsticks, hesitated for a moment, and picked up a shrimp dumpling.

The dumpling skin was thin and transparent; when he bit into it, it was fresh, sweet, and springy.

He ate quietly, chewing small bites, his eyelashes lowered.

Li Xiao sat beside him, leaning against the sofa, his gaze falling on his profile, from forehead to nose bridge, to his slightly parted lips.

As he watched, Li Xiao suddenly remembered Jiang Yu’s first kiss.

That kiss at the villa was a rough plunder, part of the transaction.

Jiang Yu had been stiff all over, his eyes wide open, feeling nothing but pain and resistance.

But now…

Li Xiao’s gaze lingered on Jiang Yu’s lips.

Because of the hot congee, those pale lips now had a moist sheen, moving gently as he chewed.

Li Xiao suddenly felt his throat go dry.

He wanted to taste what those lips were like now—whether they were still as raw and stiff as last time, or a little different.

Jiang Yu seemed to sense his overly focused gaze and turned his head.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Li Xiao’s voice was a bit hoarse.

“Is it good?”

“…Mhm.”

Jiang Yu nodded, his ears slightly warm.

“Thank you.”

He ate a few more siu mai and half a bowl of congee, then put down the chopsticks.

“I’m full.”

“You only ate that little.”

Li Xiao frowned.

“Really, I’m full.”

Jiang Yu stood up and began to clean up the food containers.

Just as he bent down to pick up the last container, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Li Xiao’s palm was broad and warm, his fingers encircling Jiang Yu’s slender wrist bone, not too hard but enough to immobilize him.

Jiang Yu was startled and turned to look at him.

“You’re full…”

Li Xiao stared into his eyes, his voice low.

“Now it’s my turn to eat.”

Jiang Yu was surprised.

“Didn’t you say you weren’t eating just now?”

“I didn’t want to then.”

Li Xiao pulled him closer with force.

“Now I want to.”

Jiang Yu was caught off guard, pulled sideways, and fell directly into Li Xiao’s arms.

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