After His Wife Left, the Disabled Tycoon Stood Up - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Drug is Set

“Brother Chen, the drug is set…”

“Mhm.” Chen Xie lit a cigarette, then a thought suddenly occurred to him. “Add a bit more.”

“Isn’t Mr. Shen disabled… this drug is too potent. What if something happens?”

“I know what I’m doing,” Chen Xie said, exhaling smoke. “Go and call Wen Li over.”

“Right away.”

The subordinate quickly brought up a man named Wen Li. Although Wen Li was a man, his face was more beautiful than a woman’s—sickly, harmless, and a local. He spoke with a sweet, coy lilt that was very likable.

Tonight, Wen Li was the “stepping stone” Chen Xie was offering to the tycoon of Deep Water Bay.

Deep Water Bay in Hong Kong is the top luxury residential area in the country, home to multi-billion dollar detached ocean-view villas. To live in Deep Water Bay, one needs not only top-tier wealth but also absolute power and connections.

The man Chen Xie needed to see tonight was the owner of Villa No. 32—Shen Changting.

A calligrapher with paralyzed legs, and a homosexual.

Chen Xie stubbed out his cigarette. Half an hour before the auction ended, he led Wen Li into the VIP passage on the fourth floor. To secure this opportunity tonight, he had pulled many strings; the path was clear all the way.

Beside him, Wen Li was incredibly nervous. “Boss, I’m so worried… Does Mr. Shen really like men?”

Chen Xie nodded. “Mhm, don’t worry.”

Chen Xie was from the Jiangnan region. Although he had lived in Hong Kong for many years, his Cantonese was still not quite authentic, though his voice was pleasant.

Not many people knew that Shen Changting liked men; Chen Xie was one of them. Speaking of which, he and Shen Changting shared a certain history, otherwise he wouldn’t have dared to take such a massive risk as sending Wen Li to Shen Changting’s bed.

Chen Xie personally carried a tray with fine red wine and knocked on the door of VIP Box No. 2. “Mr. Shen.”

“Enter.” A lazy, gravelly voice drifted from inside the box.

The door to VIP Box No. 2 was pulled open by a bodyguard. The man glanced at Chen Xie and froze for a moment.

Chen Xie had a thin, lean frame, cold and beautiful. Yet, within that beauty resided an indescribable sense of danger—like a flower growing on a cliffside, perilous, yet always drawing people closer.

Chen Xie’s gaze entered the box, landing on the man in the wheelchair.

Shen Changting wore a black suit, his back broad. His hand rested on the wheelchair, fingers lightly tapping. Even from just his silhouette, he exuded a top-tier aura of oppressive power, like a looming storm.

On Shen Changting’s pinky was a gold signet ring engraved with a family crest, exceptionally striking.

The Shen family had two sons.

The eldest, Shen Changting, was a master calligrapher with paralyzed legs. The second son, Shen Changge, was an illegitimate child who went into business. An illegitimate child was, after all, something that couldn’t be brought into the light; even in business, he could not shake Shen Changting’s right of inheritance.

The nobility and legitimacy inherent in the bloodline could not be replaced.

Consequently, countless people schemed every day to get close to Shen Changting.

The bodyguard snapped back to his senses, stepped sideways to block Chen Xie’s view, and made a “please” gesture. This was an order to leave, though Chen Xie didn’t even count as a guest.

Chen Xie and Shen Changting once had a special relationship.

Chen Xie came tonight because he had a favor to ask. He had spent a fortune to clear the way and was buried in favors owed. Having clawed his way to where he was, Chen Xie was an ambitious man with a very strong sense of purpose; having invested so much, he wasn’t willing to let it all go down the drain.

Even though things had ended very poorly with Shen Changting in the past, at this critical juncture…

Chen Xie had to set aside his dignity.

“Teacher Shen,” Chen Xie said, bracing himself.

The television in the box was broadcasting the live auction. Shen Changting’s finger tapping on the armrest faltered slightly. The sound paused for three seconds before resuming its rhythm.

Shen Changting’s hand tapped against the metal edge; inexplicably, it sounded like the metallic clink of a belt being unbuckled.

Shen Changting let out a soft chuckle and raised a hand. “Let him in.”

The bodyguard stood aside. Chen Xie carried the wine over, placed it respectfully on the ebony table, and lowered his head. “Teacher Shen.”

A Chen Xie who could bow his head to someone was exceptionally rare.

Shen Changting’s gaze rose to Chen Xie’s midsection. That lean, tight waist was buried beneath a shirt; only when he moved could one appreciate this rare, beautiful sight.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, desire surging beneath his dark pupils. His tone carried a hint of amusement, the superior seeing through the ruse without exposing it:

“You have a favor to ask?”

Ever since Chen Xie had known Shen Changting, the powerful man only communicated in Cantonese. Hearing Shen Changting speak Mandarin now was unexpectedly sexy.

Chen Xie raised his eyes, meeting Shen Changting’s scorching gaze. The man was watching him quietly—more accurately, with a playful sort of appreciation.

As if looking at a prey that had surrendered.

Shen Changting’s features were sharp, his bone structure smooth. His lips were thin, his nose bridge prominent and straight. Visually, this was a face of extreme aggression. Especially when he stared at someone without moving, he was like a wolf that had finished its alert reconnaissance, ready at any moment to lunge, tear open the prey’s throat, and suck the scalding blood.

Chen Xie pulled his lips into a smile, trying his best to look normal. “Mr. Shen, fine wine deserves a beauty.”

At Chen Xie’s signaled glance, Wen Li approached Shen Changting and murmured coquettishly, “Mr. Shen~”

The pure Hong Kong accent was something no man could resist.

Shen Changting scrutinized Wen Li’s face carefully, then suddenly burst into a loud laugh. The laughter was incredibly complex, impossible to read, and no hint of joy or anger could be seen on Shen Changting’s cold, noble face.

Chen Xie’s palms were sweating. He turned around. “I will let the wine breathe for Teacher Shen.”

“No need.” Shen Changting told the bodyguard to breathe the wine, then said to Chen Xie, “Stand closer.”

Chen Xie took two steps forward.

Shen Changting was not satisfied. “Closer.”

Half of Chen Xie’s right shoe had already entered Shen Changting’s territory. Any closer, and he would be sitting on Shen Changting’s lap.

“…Yes.” Chen Xie braced himself and moved forward half an inch.

Shen Changting raised his right foot. His black leather shoe lightly ground against Chen Xie’s shoe, scraping inch by inch from the toe to the ankle.

This was an entirely flirtatious movement!

Chen Xie kept the smile forced on his face, showing no sign of discomfort.

“Your temper has improved a lot these past two years,” Shen Changting said with a smile.

Chen Xie’s reply was airtight. “I have been studying Teacher’s calligraphy recently and felt quite moved.”

Chen Xie calling Shen Changting “Teacher” was merely a title of respect. He had resigned from the Calligraphy Association years ago; Shen Changting had never taught him, nor was he the type of teacher to “teach a man to fish.”

Shen Changting was a beast in a suit.

Shen Changting glanced at the wine Chen Xie had brought. “A French brand, rare on the market. You were thoughtful.”

The bodyguard brought the wine over. Shen Changting sniffed it, appearing as though he intended to drink.

Drinking this glass of wine meant accepting Chen Xie’s gift. There were not many people who could get a gift into Shen Changting’s hands, and even fewer who could get him to accept it.

Chen Xie’s heart tightened.

Shen Changting raised an eyebrow and held the glass out to him. “Drink it.”

Chen Xie: “………”

Shen Changting: “You can’t drink it, or you don’t dare to?”

Chen Xie frowned. He didn’t believe Shen Changting could distinguish the substance in the wine by smell alone. He tilted his head back and drank half the glass. “Mr. Shen, are you satisfied now?”

Shen Changting looked at the bodyguard. “Take the person out.”

The “person” in Shen Changting’s mouth was open to interpretation.

But the bodyguard understood. He led the beautiful young boy beside Shen Changting away.

The box fell into silence.

Shen Changting patted his lap and said to Chen Xie, “Sit up here.”

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