After Seducing and Abandoning the Untouchable Beauty - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Extremes Meet

“How could it be him?“

“How could it be him!“

As soon as they left the cinema, everyone was exclaiming and discussing. This suspense film couldn’t escape the common tropes: the plot twisted and turned, supplemented by a few soul-stirring BGM tracks to create mystery out of nothing, eventually pointing everything toward the most unlikely person.

Yu Weinian’s evaluation of the movie was that it was passable—not good enough for a positive review, but not bad enough to warrant a negative one.

Zhu Xiangyi rarely watched these things. He shook off the goosebumps on his arms, and even after entering the elevator, he was still lamenting: “How could that pervert be him!“

Yu Weinian crossed his arms and looked at him with a half-smile: “Is it that surprising?“

“An extremist educational environment, parents with sky-high expectations, requiring perfection in everything. This kind of traditional ‘good student’ is very prone to psychological issues, isn’t it?” Yu Weinian’s tone was casual and loose. “Suppressed desires will be released maniacally as soon as there’s a chance; they are also easily attracted to ‘bad’ things.“

“Isn’t there a saying that ‘extremes meet’? The more repressed, the more perverted.“

Zhu Xiangyi thought about it carefully: “You have a point.“

While they were heading downstairs, the mall security drove their cars to the entrance. Just as they stepped out of the automatic revolving doors, a security guard enthusiastically walked up with the car keys.

“Mr. Yu, Mr. Zhu.“

Yu Weinian looked at Zhu Xiangyi, revealing an intriguing smile. After being stared at for two seconds, Zhu Xiangyi was the first to yield: “Fine, fine, fine, I’ll pay.“

Zhu Xiangyi pulled a stack of bills from his wallet to give the guard as a tip. Having saved himself a tip, Yu Weinian lightly clapped his hands in praise: “Boss Zhu, how generous.“

Not far from the mall, a tall figure was hidden in the shadows.

Bai Yinqing watched the front quietly.

In the night, Yu Weinian hooked a pair of sunglasses on his finger. He was tall with long legs, walking with a lazy gait. Under the gaze of the crowd, he remained unfazed, clearly long accustomed to being watched.

He pulled open the car door and sat in the driver’s seat of the sports car. One hand rested on the window, revealing a section of his wrist bone adorned with a watch; his fingers were distinct, covered in a messy array of rings. With the other hand, he held a cigarette, slowly exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Once the passenger had boarded, Yu Weinian extinguished the cigarette. He turned his head, arched an eyebrow and smiled, using one hand to push the sunglasses up to rest on his head, revealing his smooth, fair forehead. The night wind blew, causing the white smoke and his hair to blend in a messy tangle.

Before stepping on the gas, Yu Weinian took out his phone to send a few messages. Then, he tossed the phone to the passenger seat. Zhu Xiangyi caught it nimbly; the two were perfectly coordinated.

Bai Yinqing watched Yu Weinian leave. Immediately, his phone vibrated.

He received several new messages.

—Student Bai, are you really unwilling to come?

—I am a man of my word; I will wait for you forever.

—The weather forecast says it will rain tonight. Even if I’m drenched, even knowing I can’t wait for you, I will keep waiting.

In all fairness, Bai Yinqing’s physical appearance was indeed superior; otherwise, Yu Weinian wouldn’t have fallen in love at first sight. But at this moment, standing at the mall entrance with the shifting lights falling on him, he gave off a chilling gloom like a rainy winter night, despite it being a summer evening.

Why did such a person exist?

Clearly not liking him that much, yet performing a deep-seated affection as if he were the only one. Frivolous and casual, a habitual liar, able to get so close to anyone. And with so little patience.

Bai Yinqing maintained an expressionless face; no one knew what he was thinking. After a long while, he picked up his phone and replied to Yu Weinian’s message.

He wanted to see how Yu Weinian would act next.

Yu Weinian never saw this message.

The night at the golf course was brightly lit. A white golf ball traced an arc and vanished onto the fairway.

“Can you do it or not?” Zhu Xiangyi clicked his tongue at the ball. “Tricycle level.“

“It’s because it started raining!” the man shouted. “No, let me take another swing, I don’t believe this.“

This person’s skills were indeed an eyesore. Yu Weinian withdrew his gaze with a hint of disdain. Beside him was the wine Hang Yue had poured; he picked up a glass and took a sip.

Hang Yue: “You said you’d take him down in a week. It’s already the third day; how’s the progress?“

Yu Weinian arched an eyebrow: “Progress is going very smoothly.“

The pouring motion paused. Hang Yue looked up, skeptical: “Really?“

Why did he feel like Bai Yinqing was still ignoring Yu Weinian?

In the eyes of others, Bai Yinqing might not have changed at all. But in Yu Weinian’s eyes, his conquest progress had advanced by leaps and bounds. Ordinarily, there would have been no chance for his movie ticket to even be given out; Bai Yinqing would have turned and left the second it was produced.

How could he have allowed Yu Weinian to personally stuff it into his pocket?

“Is there a need for doubt?” Yu Weinian lightly twirled a cigarette. “As long as I want to, I can make anyone fall in love with me. I’m just that perfect.“

Neither Hang Yue nor Zhu Xiangyi denied this point; Yu Weinian was right.

Zhu Xiangyi was speechless: “You’re really just bored. You look like this; what need do you have to ‘chase’ anyone?“

“I like chasing people; chasing means I’m the proactive party,” Yu Weinian said nonchalantly. “I like relationships where I can control the start or end at any time.“

Someone sat down nearby—it was the youngest son of the Jiang family, Jiang Xijing. He said: “I can’t take it! Yu Weinian, play a bit. I haven’t seen you play at all.”

“Maybe your golf skills are even worse than mine now.”

Hearing this, Yu Weinian turned his head, the wine in his glass swaying slightly with his movement. He stared at Jiang Xijing and then said meaningfully: “To be worse than your skills would require a certain level of effort.”

As Yu Weinian stood up, a crowd of people swarmed over. Caddies carried bags and handed over clubs and gloves; Hang Yue and Zhu Xiangyi followed by his side, holding umbrellas for him. Jiang Xijing was only a few seconds late, and there was no space left around Yu Weinian; he could only squeeze in dejectedly.

Under the bright moon, the green course was lit up, the rain illuminated like thin needles. His slender frame wrapped in a slim-fit sports suit, Yu Weinian stepped carelessly across the wet grass. Standing in the middle of the course wearing white gloves, his posture for holding the club was perfect.

His gaze was level, his upper body leaning slightly forward, maintaining a straight line. The intense light fell on his cool, pale skin, making him look like a piece of flexible jade.

The number of gazes gathered around grew, all lamenting God’s favoritism. Yu Weinian swung the club lightly with a touch of nonchalance. As the white ball flew out, the expressions of the crowd changed simultaneously.

Everyone rushed over. Jiang Xijing checked the green and actually found the golf ball Yu Weinian had hit in the hole.

“A hole-in-one!”

“Great shot!”

A hole-in-one is the ultimate dream of every golf enthusiast. Even for professional golfers, it is difficult to achieve. The probability is like winning the lottery; it’s almost impossible.

A hole-in-one usually happens on a par-3 hole because the distance is shorter and relatively easier to hit. But Yu Weinian was playing a par-5 hole, and it was raining today. He looked like he had just swung randomly, yet he achieved a hole-in-one. It was even more rare among the rare.

Zhu Xiangyi cheered, hooking his arm around Yu Weinian’s shoulder, appearing even happier than Yu Weinian: “Not bad, you haven’t lost your touch after all this time.”

Cheers erupted all around. The manager was very perceptive and quickly produced a certificate. The caddies shouted, and other caddies swarmed over in a hullabaloo to celebrate: “Congratulations, Young Master Yu! One ball worth a thousand gold!”

Facing the crowd’s flattery, Yu Weinian took off his gloves with calm composure: “That’s enough. I’ll cover the green fees for this time and the next. Take the tips and divide them up; we’ll have a celebration party on my yacht later.”

The caddies grinned: “Thank you, Young Master Yu!”

Because the probability of a hole-in-one is so rare, players who hit one usually distribute tips to all staff present and host a banquet. Yu Weinian left the tipping to the manager to distribute uniformly, charged to his card. The caddies in his group got 5,000 each, other staff got 1,000 each, plus other red envelopes…

With that, tonight’s expenses would be at least a million.

“Are we really having a party tonight?” Hang Yue asked, checking the time.

“Of course.”

Before Yu Weinian could put away his gloves, he saw Jiang Xijing nearby, who had clearly changed his attitude and was looking on eagerly. He pushed away Zhu Xiangyi and walked up to Jiang Xijing. He used his white glove to lightly pat Jiang Xijing’s cheek, leaving a dusty smudge. He chuckled, “Well? Do you yield?”

Jiang Xijing grabbed the white glove on his cheek, his face full of admiration: “Brother, teach me.”

“Depends on my mood.” Yu Weinian neither refused nor agreed. He was relatively close with Jiang Xijing’s older brother, Jiang Chenjing. Today, Jiang Chenjing had to go out of town for filming and couldn’t come, which is why he let his younger brother come instead.

Yu Weinian went to take a shower and changed into casual clothes. He blew his hair until it was half-dry and left it unstyled. Wrapped in a lingering mist of moisture, he pushed open the locker room door. Only then did he remember to check his phone. Just as he was about to send a check-in style message to Bai Yinqing, a WeChat notification on the screen caused his gaze to halt abruptly.

It was a message from Bai Yinqing.

—I’ve arrived. Where are you?

The time displayed was three hours ago.

Bang! A chaotic noise came from the locker room. When Zhu Xiangyi and the others entered, they saw Yu Weinian in the shower stall, spraying himself with the showerhead. He was using cold water.

“What are you doing?” Zhu Xiangyi rushed forward to stop him.

Yu Weinian: “The wind is strong during typhoon season, and it’s raining tonight. If I suddenly left because I caught a cold, it would be considered justifiable, right?”

Zhu Xiangyi didn’t understand for a moment, but Hang Yue did. He turned off the water: “There’s no need to actually catch a cold. Just get a makeup artist to do it for you.”

Yu Weinian suddenly looked at Hang Yue with an appreciative expression. A caddy following behind whispered: “Brother Nian, do you want to pretend to be sick? I can do your makeup… my makeup skills are okay.”

The possibility of Bai Yinqing appearing at the cinema entrance was something Yu Weinian had never even considered.

Bai Yinqing arrived at the cinema but didn’t see him—didn’t that mean his lie was exposed on the spot? The person who said he would wait forever had instead left early, didn’t reply to messages afterward, and was off playing somewhere. The little bit of favorability Yu Weinian had finally managed to gain might vanish instantly or even turn negative.

Yu Weinian had checked the class group earlier; the freshman representatives had to attend rehearsals tonight, so they were dismissed quite late. He rushed to the school in a frenzy, hoping he might bump into Bai Yinqing on his way back to the dorm.

“Do I smell strongly of alcohol?” Before getting out of the car, Yu Weinian specifically splashed some wine on himself.

Hang Yue leaned down to sniff: “Don’t worry, it’s very strong.”

While Yu Weinian was pondering how to “accidentally” appear before Bai Yinqing, heaven smiled upon him—Bai Yinqing really was taking this small path back to the dorm and bumped into him face-to-face.

Yu Weinian entered “Best Actor” mode, leaning against Hang Yue as if he were dead drunk. Hang Yue supported him with one hand, facing Bai Yinqing who had stopped in his tracks with a slight frown.

“Just in time, Weinian has been looking for you.”

Bai Yinqing looked at Yu Weinian’s flushed face and drunken state, the corner of his mouth twitching mockingly: “Looking for me?”

What act was Yu Weinian putting on now?

“Yeah. Didn’t he invite you to a movie? When you didn’t come, he was heartbroken. Afterward, he followed us to drown his sorrows, constantly calling your name.” Hang Yue recited the lines skillfully. “So many people tried to hit on him at the bar, but he ignored them all, just drinking silently in a corner by himself, calling your name. Don’t look at how he usually acts like a playboy; he’s actually very devoted. Those past relationships were just because he was young and didn’t understand what true love was.”

“I’ve seen how he pursued people and dated before. That’s why I can see this time that he’s truly serious about you.” Hang Yue looked at Bai Yinqing meaningfully. “I’ve known him for so many years, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him so invested in someone.”

“This time, he’s really fallen for you.”

“…” Even the fake-drunk Yu Weinian couldn’t help but want to stand up and applaud Hang Yue’s exquisite acting.

He quietly observed Bai Yinqing’s reaction. After a long silence, Bai Yinqing finally spoke.

“Done?” Bai Yinqing’s eyes were mocking. “The lines are very well-rehearsed.”

Yu Weinian thought, Uh oh, Bai Yinqing indeed wasn’t that easy to fool. He could only seek another way. In a state of blurriness, he raised his drunk-looking face. At the moment he saw Bai Yinqing, it was as if he had found a long-sought lighthouse. He pushed Hang Yue away and stumbled toward Bai Yinqing.

However, Bai Yinqing did not catch him. Instead, he stepped aside, letting Yu Weinian’s figure sway until he sat unsteadily on a nearby bench.

A thick scent of alcohol mixed with the equally pungent woody perfume, along with some other scents. Bai Yinqing didn’t know where Yu Weinian had gone tonight, how many people he had met, or how close he had been to them to pick up so many different smells.

“Bai Yinqing…” Yu Weinian looked up into the cold gaze, his pale skin dyed with a deep flush, even the corners of his eyes stained with a tipsy brilliance. He boldly reached out, wanting to catch Bai Yinqing’s hand, but was dodged.

He stared at his empty hand, his expression vacant. Then he pursed his lips, and tears began to fall drop by drop.

Yu Weinian’s tears were outside both Bai Yinqing’s and Hang Yue’s expectations. Bai Yinqing didn’t expect Yu Weinian to cry. Examining Yu Weinian with a nearly cold gaze, he didn’t know if Yu Weinian was faking or was truly sad.

Hang Yue had a look of complexity: “Don’t look at how Weinian is usually carefree and seems to have a big heart; he’s actually very emotional and sensitive inside… anyway, I really have never seen him like this before.”

“Weinian drank and was out in the rain. I’m afraid he’ll catch a cold, so I wanted to take him home. But he insisted on finding you… it’s the first time I’ve seen him drink like this for someone. Whether you believe it or not—”

“He really likes you.”

As Hang Yue drew closer, Bai Yinqing finally realized who the woody perfume on Yu Weinian belonged to. It was Hang Yue’s.

His smooth-lined silhouette was hidden in the dim night. Bai Yinqing lowered his long lashes, looking at Yu Weinian calmly. Yu Weinian might really be sad, or he might have truly drunk a lot; his exposed skin was dyed a beautiful red, and the sound of his crying was very quiet. It was hard to believe that he, usually so flamboyant and high-profile, would actually cry aggrievedly after getting drunk just because Bai Yinqing wouldn’t let him hold his hand.

“If it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t have drunk himself into this state,” Hang Yue continued skillfully with the lines. “You have to take responsibility for Weinian.”

Bai Yinqing lifted his thin eyelids: “I take responsibility for him?”

“My head hurts so much, I’m so dizzy…” Yu Weinian was unsteady, reeking of alcohol. He said pitifully, “Do I have a cold?”

Woody scent again. Bai Yinqing frowned. Just how close a distance was required for Yu Weinian to be stained with such a heavy perfume scent?

Hang Yue: “I’m only responsible for bringing him here; I’m leaving the rest to you.”

With that, he actually started to walk away down the path. “Either that, or just leave him here to blow in the cold wind. It’ll rain in the middle of the night; a heavy downpour might be good to wash some sense into this love-struck brain of his. Anyway, I can’t deal with it anymore.”

Bai Yinqing turned to leave: “Suit yourself.”

The two of them really did wash their hands of it, leaving Yu Weinian alone leaning on the bench, his consciousness blurred.

As Yu Weinian leaned there, he felt uncomfortable, so he changed to a lying position. He waited quietly as time passed minute by minute. Was Bai Yinqing really this heartless?

Having the previous lesson in mind, Yu Weinian had to be a bit more patient this time. He lay there motionless, treating it like resting with his eyes closed.

About ten minutes passed. Yu Weinian moved his legs. Hang Yue, who was watching nearby, took out his phone and was about to ask Yu Weinian if they should leave.

Suddenly, a tall figure eclipsed most of the light on the ground, shadowing Yu Weinian’s face. Perhaps because of the drunkenness, Yu Weinian’s hands were folded neatly in front of him, and his posture lying on the bench with flushed cheeks actually gave off a sense of discordant obedience.

The departed Bai Yinqing had returned. A jacket was thrown over Yu Weinian’s face. The scent belonging to another person surrounded him overbearingly—cold, fresh, and undeniable.

Underneath the jacket, Yu Weinian’s face was blank. He was helped up through the jacket, and then, two cold words fell from above.

“Address.”

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