Chapter 35: Slip of the Hand

In the end, Song Jingyao still did not manage to find out what exactly had happened to Liang Ming.

Liang Ming opened his mouth several times, only to stop himself each time.

Song Jingyao asked twice but did not push him.

He would wait until Liang Ming was willing to talk, then listen slowly.

Still, Liang Ming was clearly feeling complicated and depressed.

He ordered several bottles of alcohol and kept drinking, obviously determined to get drunk.

Song Jingyao sat beside him without touching a drop.

Someone had to be sober enough to deal with a drunk later.

He could tell that Liang Ming was drinking to build up courage.

Sure enough, before long, Liang Ming was drunk and no longer very clear-headed.

At last, he could say the things that had been too difficult to speak about earlier.

Liang Ming’s face was red.

He gritted his teeth furiously.

“He acted all proper and respectable.

But once we got into bed, he was not human at all.

That f*cking beast…”

Song Jingyao froze.

Wait.

Was the amount of information this huge right from the start?

Then Liang Ming gripped his bottle and slammed it against the table.

“That bastard knows how to sweet-talk people, and he is especially good at it.

I do not want to admit it, but it felt f*cking amazing…

Can it really feel this good between two men…”

Song Jingyao was stunned.

Wait.

Liang Ming had gotten together with a man?

And Liang Ming seemed to have been the one underneath?

And he had enjoyed it?

Damn.

Song Jingyao felt that he desperately needed a packet of industrial-strength stain remover for his brain.

Song Jingyao asked in shock, “Who are you talking about?”

Liang Ming was drunk and slow to react.

He smacked his lips for a long while before thinking it over and answering slowly.

“That Edward guy…

f*ck.

I just realized that I do not even know his real name.

No.

Next time, I am going to take control.

I will f*ck him until he cries and calls me daddy!”

Liang Ming looked ferocious as he made a grand declaration.

He swore that next time, he would break the bed legs and show that guy what a real top was capable of.

A real top…

Song Jingyao could not help thinking that Liang Ming even knew that term now.

He had clearly looked up quite a bit about this recently.

Song Jingyao was shocked that his childhood friend had suddenly become gay, and that the other person was a male escort from a club.

But he knew Liang Ming’s personality well.

Liang Ming would not let himself be taken advantage of.

So this could only have been voluntary.

After thinking it through, Song Jingyao realized that he did not need to worry too much about Liang Ming.

It was enough to listen whenever Liang Ming wanted to complain.

But after thinking more carefully, Song Jingyao’s feelings became complicated.

His childhood friend had turned gay and might soon have a partner.

Meanwhile, Song Jingyao had been single for twenty-two years.

He was still completely inexperienced.

People really could not be compared.

The moment you compared them, your heart hurt.

Song Jingyao wanted to hit someone.

In the end, Liang Ming got completely drunk.

Song Jingyao had to practically drag him into the car and throw him inside.

Watching this drunk idiot, Song Jingyao struggled to fasten his seatbelt.

He felt like he was taking care of a deadly husky.

He even suspected that if someone threw something outside, Liang Ming would bark once and run to fetch it.

Song Jingyao drove out.

A ridiculously expensive car happened to be coming toward them.

It shone with the handsome glow of a ten-million-yuan price tag.

The glare nearly blinded Song Jingyao, who was driving a car worth eight million.

Song Jingyao only gave the nice car an appreciative glance.

He did not care about the people inside.

But the drunk husky beside him had somehow spotted Pei Da sitting in it.

It was the rich second-generation heir who had caused trouble for Liang Ming that day, fought with them, and ended up at the police station with them.

Liang Ming was already in a bad mood.

Now that someone had run into the line of fire, he naturally wanted to vent.

He cursed loudly.

“That bastard!

If I do not teach him a lesson, my surname is not Liang!”

As he spoke, he aggressively leaned forward.

He shouted that he would crash into that little bastard and give him a concussion.

Then he reached for the steering wheel in Song Jingyao’s hands.

Song Jingyao was caught completely off guard.

He was terrified.

He had not expected Liang Ming to be so drunk that he had completely lost his mind.

The car suddenly swerved sharply and headed straight toward the luxury car.

Fortunately, Song Jingyao managed to hit the brakes in time.

They only lightly bumped into the rear of the car and broke its tail light.

But the loud crash was still frightening.

A driver got out of the other car.

He was a middle-aged man who walked over to speak with Song Jingyao.

Song Jingyao was worried that someone inside had been hurt.

He turned around and smacked Liang Ming hard on the back of the head.

Liang Ming stared blankly, looking like a confused Psyduck.

When the other driver came over, Song Jingyao was not nervous.

Instead, he felt relieved.

It proved that the people in the car were fine.

This was entirely their fault.

Song Jingyao naturally had to apologize.

At the same time, he angrily pulled the drunk Liang Ming out and threw him into the back seat.

Then he quickly fastened Liang Ming’s seatbelt so he could not interfere with the driving again.

A luxury car like that naturally had very expensive insurance.

There was no need to worry about repair costs.

But Song Jingyao was at fault, so to show his apology, he took out a business card from his pocket and intended to compensate the other party.

Just as he pulled out the card, a tall figure stepped out of the luxury car.

He was exceptionally handsome.

Nearly one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, with straight long legs and a perfectly tailored custom suit.

He carried a natural air of nobility and an intimidating pressure.

Song Jingyao, a face-con, naturally remembered a man that handsome.

Especially Pei Shen, who was bewitchingly attractive.

Pei Shen saw him and smiled.

“What a coincidence.

It is you.”

Since Pei Shen had gotten out of the car, Song Jingyao could not ignore him.

Inside, he cursed Liang Ming eight thousand times.

Taking care of one drunk was already troublesome enough.

And Liang Ming had created another mess for him to clean up.

But Song Jingyao smiled politely on the surface.

“I am very sorry.

I accidentally hit your car.

This is my business card.

You can contact me about the compensation.”

Pei Shen accepted the business card.

Whether intentionally or not, his fingertips brushed Song Jingyao’s palm.

Song Jingyao could not help frowning.

“Your business card is quite special.”

Pei Shen examined it with interest.

He did not seem concerned about the apology or compensation at all.

Instead, he seemed more interested in Song Jingyao himself.

Pei Shen’s gaze made Song Jingyao’s scalp tingle.

He felt uneasy.

He remembered the incident at the bar overseas.

This man had guessed his sexuality.

Song Jingyao had to be cautious.

He was also puzzled.

Was the villain gay in the novel?

Thinking about it, the story did not seem to mention Pei Shen being close to any women.

Even toward the female lead, he only appeared appreciative.

Had the author buried some hidden plotline?

Or would the parts that had not been written simply fill themselves in according to the characters’ own wishes?

Song Jingyao thought about it while giving a distant, perfunctory response.

Then he said he had something to do and would leave first.

After saying that, he got into the driver’s seat.

He casually nodded in farewell and drove away.

But from the corner of his eye, Song Jingyao saw through the rear-view mirror that Pei Shen had not returned to his car.

He stood where he was and watched Song Jingyao leave.

That gaze was meaningful.

Like a beast staring at prey it had already set its sights on.

Song Jingyao felt a chill down his back.

Only after the car disappeared from view did Pei Shen withdraw his gaze.

He lowered his head to look at the business card in his hand.

Slowly, he brushed it with his thumb.

The movement was as gentle as a lover’s caress.

There was a sense of certainty in his eyes.

The business card truly was special.

Song Jingyao had designed it himself in university.

At the time, the group of playboys had gathered together and suddenly decided to create business cards that showed their personalities.

The final products had been extremely stylish.

The card was silver-gray.

It only had Song Jingyao’s name and contact information printed on it.

It was simple yet imposing.

It was as though anyone who saw his name would already know who he was.

He did not need too many titles or descriptions.

It was extremely bold.

The entire card was covered in subtle, luxurious patterns.

It had a refined texture.

Because it had been kept in Song Jingyao’s pocket, it also carried a faint masculine perfume scent.

The other members of the playboy group had made cards too.

They used different colors, such as black, brown, and dark blue.

Fortunately, none of them chose bright, flashy colors.

Otherwise, they could have formed a rainbow team.

Pei Shen looked at the card.

He seemed to think of something.

A smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his lips.

Then he carefully put the card away.

Meanwhile, Song Jingyao continued driving.

Liang Ming in the back seat had still not recovered.

His eyes were wide as he slurred in panic.

“Did we hit someone just now?

We really hit someone?

Did they die?

They died?!

We killed someone.

What are we going to do?!”

Song Jingyao rolled his eyes.

Liang Ming continued wailing and crying.

He mourned that his life was over and that he was going to die.

“Why is the ground shaking?

Is there an earthquake?

Is heaven punishing me?

Waaah!

I was wrong.

I only wanted to put a sack over him and beat him up.

I did not want to kill anyone.

Brother Yao, after I die, you have to find me a good place with excellent feng shui.

Burn paper money for me often so I can live well down there.

How can I survive without money?

Waaah…”

Liang Ming sounded heartbroken.

But it was all thunder and no rain.

There were barely any tears on his face.

Song Jingyao’s head hurt from all the noise.

He wanted to dig a hole and bury this idiot himself.

He said impatiently, “You are already dead.

You would be a ghost.

What life are you talking about?

You would be completely dead.”

Liang Ming paused.

“That is right.

I am dead.

I am a ghost.

Waaah, I am so miserable.”

Song Jingyao was speechless.

What a f*cking idiot.

After finally delivering Liang Ming home, Song Jingyao carried him out of the car.

Looking at the drunk idiot, who had nearly caused a disaster, Song Jingyao could not help himself.

He smacked Liang Ming on the head again.

Liang Ming made a soft sound and asked miserably, “Why did you hit me?”

Song Jingyao answered calmly, “My hand slipped.”

Liang Ming did not blame him.

“…Oh.”

After sending Liang Ming home, Song Jingyao knew there would be people to take care of him.

So he returned to his own place.

He took a quick shower, fell into bed, and went to sleep.

Before sleeping, he even burped.

It tasted like lamb.

Halfway through the night, Song Jingyao was woken by his phone ringing.

He had a terrible temper when woken up.

He nearly exploded.

With a dark expression, he answered the phone.

Liang Ming’s panicked screaming immediately came through.

“Brother Yao!

Did we kill someone?

Oh my god!

What should we do?

Should we pack our bags and flee abroad right now?!”

Song Jingyao gritted his teeth.

“Do you know what time it is?”

Liang Ming paused.

He actually checked the time and answered obediently.

“Five thirty.”

The veins on Song Jingyao’s forehead throbbed.

“That was not a question.

It was a threat.”

Liang Ming suddenly understood.

“Oh, that is what you meant.”

Song Jingyao rubbed his temples.

“Yes.

You killed someone.

Hurry up and turn yourself in.

If your attitude is good, you might get a quicker death.”

Liang Ming sounded tearful.

“I do not want to die…”

Song Jingyao laughed darkly.

“I suggest you hurry to the police station and hide.

Otherwise, I will not be able to stop myself from coming over and chopping you up.”

Liang Ming went silent for one second.

Then he wailed even louder.

“How can you treat me like this?

Are we not brothers?

Do you not love me anymore?”

Song Jingyao replied coldly, “I never loved you.”

Then he hung up.

Not long after he lay down again, his phone rang once more.

Song Jingyao reached out and decisively turned it off.

Then his other phone rang.

Song Jingyao wanted to kill someone.

He got up, answered aggressively, and shouted, “I killed him.

I buried the body too.

What else do you want?”

But a low, pleasant male voice came from the other end.

“What killing?”

Song Jingyao looked down and realized that Shen Xiuzhu was calling.

Song Jingyao immediately turned into a timid little chick.

He froze, then quickly denied it.

“Oh, no.

You heard wrong.

I was discussing a movie with Mingzi.”

Shen Xiuzhu said, “Of course I know you could not have done it.

With your intelligence, if you broke the law, you would have been caught long ago.”

Song Jingyao gritted his teeth.

“Are you mocking me for being stupid?”

Shen Xiuzhu laughed.

“No.

You are quite smart.

And if you really killed someone, I would immediately come help you dig a hole and bury the body.

I would not let you go to prison.”

Song Jingyao thought he was joking.

He could not help grinding his teeth.

“Fine.

Why did you call me?

I want to sleep.”

Shen Xiuzhu sounded surprised.

“You are still sleeping at this hour?

I came by to pick you up for work.”

Song Jingyao froze.

He subconsciously ran to the window and pulled the curtains open.

Sunlight poured in.

The sky was already completely bright.

Downstairs, Shen Xiuzhu’s tall figure leaned against his car.

He looked up, met Song Jingyao’s eyes, and smiled as he waved.

f*ck.

It felt like he had barely slept.

Song Jingyao had a condition called not-wanting-to-go-to-work syndrome.

He yawned into the phone unconsciously.

Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.

He said lazily, “I am not ready yet.

You go ahead first.”

Shen Xiuzhu said, “I am already here.

Open the door.

I will wait inside while you get ready.”

Song Jingyao shrugged.

Somewhat unwillingly, he opened the door for him.

Then, with his hair a complete mess from sleep, he returned to his room and began washing up with half-closed eyes.

Then he received another call.

It was Liang Ming again.

This time, Liang Ming sounded delighted.

“Brother Yao!

I called and asked.

That kid is completely fine!

We do not have to die!”

Song Jingyao was speechless.

“You called someone at this hour to ask whether they were dead?”

“Yeah.”

Liang Ming answered as though it were completely normal.

He did not think there was anything wrong with it.

“I was terrified.

I even wrote my will.

Luckily, it was a false alarm.

I really am lucky.

I will never drink again…”

Song Jingyao said coldly, “What if the person you spoke to on the phone was a ghost?”

There was silence on the other end.

Song Jingyao frowned in confusion and waited for a while.

Then he realized that Liang Ming had fallen asleep.

He was even snoring.

Song Jingyao’s face darkened immediately.

Liang Ming had scared him half to death, made him clean up a mess, and kept him from sleeping properly all night.

Now Song Jingyao had to go to work.

Meanwhile, that idiot was sleeping peacefully.

Song Jingyao made up his mind.

He would keep calling Liang Ming until he drove him insane.

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