After His Wife Left, the Disabled Tycoon Stood Up - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Teacher Shen, Give It a Kiss

Chen Xie rested his chin on Shen Changting’s shoulder. “I don’t want anything else now; I only want Guangqi.”

Shen Changting’s fingertips delved into the hair at the back of Chen Xie’s head, smoothing the strands for him. His gaze was very deep. “You don’t want anything else?”

Chen Xie’s voice was bitter. “Mhm.”

A title, Shen Changting’s love—he wanted none of it anymore.

If there were things Chen Xie cared about in this life, the first was his parents and family; what remained was only Guangqi Technology.

Guangqi Technology had suffered a major strategic error; bankruptcy was only a matter of time. Filing for bankruptcy early and selling off his real estate assets could at least preserve some capital, but Chen Xie was a stubborn person. He would rather sell his house and car than watch Guangqi vanish like this.

Chen Xie knew that Zhong Yue was unlikely to help him, and Shen Changting might not either. The current Guangqi Technology was no different from a bottomless pit.

Shen Changting inexplicably asked again, his voice gravelly, “You don’t want love either?”

Chen Xie nodded again. He didn’t want it.

Shen Changting’s love couldn’t be bought with a painting, couldn’t be traded for with a request, and couldn’t be earned with three years of time. It was as precious as the stars in the sky; he, Chen Xie, couldn’t pluck it down.

Shen Changting’s eyes were dark. “Even if you offer your body, I might not agree.”

Chen Xie didn’t place any burden on him, holding his hand out in front of Shen Changting to ask for a kiss. “It doesn’t matter. The most important thing is that Teacher Shen is happy.”

Shen Changting kissed Chen Xie’s fingertips, moving inch by inch to the wrist. Rarely finding himself in a refined mood, he pointed toward the floor-to-ceiling window, wanting the other to go stand there.

Chen Xie knew this man Shen Changting; he appeared refined and noble, but in reality, he was a thug, especially in this regard—he was exceptionally brutal. However, hindered by the discomfort in his legs, he was more accustomed to being in stable places with support points. Only when his interest was peaked to the maximum would he stand up to enjoy himself thoroughly.

Chen Xie stood before the floor-to-ceiling window. The view from the villa in the Peak district was magnificent—the dark gray tones of the sea, coconut trees that looked as if they were coated in dust, the vast and boundless island, and the shimmering surface of the ocean. It was a grand spectacle that many people would never see in their lifetimes.

A hand reached out from behind to brace against the glass. Chen Xie was halfway encircled in an embrace as Shen Changting supported his waist, deliberately using his thumb to grind against the injured spot.

Chen Xie said with tears in his eyes, “Teacher Shen…”

The glass reflected the robust and powerful body of the man behind him. Shen Changting’s legs had been disabled after he reached adulthood, so his height hadn’t been affected at all. Standing up, he was over 1.9 meters tall; his sense of oppression and aggression was very strong.

“Don’t move around.”

“Spread your legs…”

The first time Chen Xie and Shen Changting met was at an offline exhibition of the Calligraphy Association. He had been raised by his grandfather since he was a child. His grandfather’s father had once been a scholar in the village, and his grandfather also especially loved literature and ink, writing excellent brush calligraphy. Chen Xie had been influenced by what he saw and heard.

He was admitted to Hong Kong University at seventeen and joined the Calligraphy Association.

At nineteen, as the Association Chairman, he attended a Hong Kong calligraphy event offline. At the exhibition, he saw Shen Changting. The name Shen Changting carried immense weight in Hong Kong; Chen Xie had seen it in the news before.

Before meeting him in person, his impression of Shen Changting hadn’t been good. He felt that given the Shen family background, Shen Changting would likely be a politician in the future. Once a calligrapher touched politics, they were like a rotten apple—corrupted.

After meeting Shen Changting, Chen Xie changed his mind. Some people were born noble and cold. He even chased after him after the meeting ended, asking from a few meters away, “Chairman Shen, can I join the Hong Kong Calligraphy Association?”

Shen Changting turned back slightly, the corners of his lips turning up in a way that made it hard to tell if it was politeness or disdain. “I’ve seen your characters; they’re written well.”

A director of the association, very perceptive, handed Chen Xie an application form. That was how Chen Xie entered the Calligraphy Association.

Downstairs at Villa No. 32 in Deep Water Bay, high-beam headlights flickered. Chen Xie’s pupils were stung by the light, and he suddenly snapped back to his senses as a pair of warm hands covered his eyes. Chen Xie was startled out of his wits, clutching Shen Changting’s hand tightly.

With the lingering warmth of the fingertips accompanied by ambiguous marks, his earlobes burned. He turned his head slightly and licked his dry lips; a faint shimmer rested on his lips, making one unable to resist the urge to bully him.

“Teacher Shen…” Someone has come.

“Mhm.” Shen Changting wasn’t surprised, pinching Chen Xie’s chin to kiss him.

Chen Xie opened his mouth to accept. He simply couldn’t withstand such ferocity, leaning weakly against the glass, his shoulders turning red from the friction. His long, straight legs could no longer accommodate anything. He tilted his chin up slightly, turning his head to breathe when he was on the verge of suffocating, pressing his hand against Shen Changting’s lips.

“Teacher Shen… that’s, that’s enough…” Chen Xie’s voice was trembling.

He had truly been bullied ruthlessly.

Shen Changting laughed. “I’ll let you off this time.”

Shen Changting pulled away and left, rubbing Chen Xie’s waist. “Go take a shower.”

Chen Xie gave an “mhm” and left the study. After coming out of the bathroom from his shower, he ran into Shen Changge head-on. Their gazes met.

Shen Changge said indifferently, “Chen Xie?”

Chen Xie froze for a second, his brow tightly furrowed.

After Shen Changge left, Chen Xie returned to the study. Shen Changting handed a check to Chen Xie, tapping it lightly. This was the compensation for Shen Changting being satisfied tonight.

Shen Changting lowered his eyes, raising Chen Xie’s wrist and looking at the red covered by new marks, gently rubbing it with his thumb.

Chen Xie couldn’t help but recall Zhong Yue’s touch, a wave of nausea rising in his heart. Snapping back to his senses, he looked at the noble and handsome man before him. He raised his hand an inch higher, offering the side of his wrist to Shen Changting’s lips.

“Teacher Shen… give it a kiss.”

Chen Xie’s tone carried a sense of pleading, of begging.

Shen Changting’s lips hooked into a smile. Covering up marks for someone was never something a superior should do, but he still leaned down and kissed Chen Xie’s wrist, taking the opportunity to pull the person onto his lap.

“Stay overnight at Deep Water Bay tonight.”

The next day, when Chen Xie woke up, Shen Changting was already gone; not a trace of warmth remained beside him.

His still-red wrist reminded Chen Xie of everything that had happened last night.

He got up and went downstairs. The butler was supervising the servants cleaning. When he saw Chen Xie, he greeted him with a smile, “Mr. Chen, it’s really been a long time!”

Chen Xie nodded with a smile and ate a pineapple bun with butter. The driver drove Chen Xie back to the city.

When he got out of the car, the driver handed Chen Xie a business card and an invitation, saying there was a high-society cruise dinner at Victoria Harbour next Friday and that Chen Xie should arrive on time.

The business card belonged to a CEO from a Suzhou Technology Park. Last night, Chen Xie had essentially offended Zhong Yue; technology companies in Shenzhen and Hong Kong would likely be impossible to appeal to now, so he could only rely on resources from other provinces.

Chen Xie took the items. “Help me say thank you to Teacher Shen.”

The driver looked at Chen Xie. “President Chen, these two years you were gone… Chairman Shen’s legs have been hurting quite badly.”

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