After the Young Master’s Death, He was Kissed by His Mortal Enemy! - Chapter 51

Though it looked like bickering on the surface, what the two were really doing was flirting.

They spoke the words closest to their hearts in a joking tone, cautiously testing each other.

Shen Ran couldn’t suppress the smile at the corner of his lips.

Saying such things while knowing that Cheng Yi liked him—it was exhilarating, absolutely thrilling~

No wonder so many people preferred staying in that ambiguous grey zone rather than laying all cards on the table. It was addictive!

The thrill of ambiguity was fleeting and fragile, but Shen Ran was determined to seize the moment and savor it as much as he could—because once it’s gone, it’s gone for good.

As they waited for the elevator, a mischievous idea suddenly popped into Shen Ran’s mind.

And once it did, he couldn’t hold back the grin spreading across his face.

“Cheng Yi, didn’t you drink much water today?”

“Hm? Not really. Why do you ask?”

Shen Ran raised his hand and gently tapped Cheng Yi’s lips with his finger.

“Because the corners of your mouth are really dry. Look—right here, it’s peeling.”

“Peeling? …Really?”

Instinctively, Cheng Yi reached up to touch it himself, his expression doubtful—until he caught the gleam of mischief in Shen Ran’s eyes.

“Your lips are really dry,” Shen Ran continued. “I guess I’ll be a good person and help you moisturize them, hmm?”

Before Cheng Yi had a chance to react, Shen Ran yanked him down by the tie and leaned in.

Their lips met—warmth on warmth. Shen Ran closed his eyes, heart racing wildly.

…And really, this was all Cheng Yi’s fault.

Once a boundary is crossed, it becomes all too easy to cross it again.

Like kissing. And perhaps… more.

Shen Ran’s tongue softly traced Cheng Yi’s lips before letting go of his tie. He let out a slightly breathless laugh.

“…Well? President Cheng, feeling better now? Just doing a good deed—no need to thank me.”

Cheng Yi was fairly certain his lips weren’t dry at all earlier.

But now? Now, Shen Ran had definitely left him parched—throat dry, lips tingling.

That was deliberate.

Absolutely deliberate.

Since when had Shen Ran learned such underhanded little tricks?

Cheng Yi narrowed his eyes, unreadable emotions flickering in his gaze.

“—No, that wasn’t nearly enough.”

Just then, the elevator doors opened. Cheng Yi pulled Shen Ran inside without hesitation.

He hit the button for the basement level B2, then pressed Shen Ran into the corner of the elevator.

His large hand cupped the back of Shen Ran’s head. Cheng Yi glanced briefly at the security camera, then at Shen Ran, whose face was now flushed a bright, telltale red. With a teasing smile, he said:

“Boss Shen, if you’re going to help someone, you should see it through to the end. You know the saying—if you’re going to escort a monk, you might as well go all the way to the West. I’m sure you understand it better than I do. My lips are still dry—care to lend a hand again?”

Cheng Yi clearly took a page from Shen Ran’s playbook and didn’t wait for a response—he acted.

“Mm—no! We can’t!” Shen Ran pushed against his chest, trying to protest. “This is… this is a public place! What if someone comes in—”

“Objection overruled.”

The soft sense of weightlessness as the elevator descended only heightened the tension.

No one knew when the doors might open, when a stranger might walk in.

The thrill of the unknown, intensified by their shared kiss, made the atmosphere unbearably charged, sending sparks through every nerve.

When the elevator reached the first floor, it really did stop.

Before the doors opened, Cheng Yi swiftly shifted their position—he turned to face the door, holding Shen Ran firmly in his arms.

Cheng Yi had clearly miscalculated. He assumed there’d be no one around at this hour.

After all, over the past couple of years, his company had grown so large that aside from the eighth floor and Shen Ran’s art gallery, the entire building housed only his own enterprises.

And Cheng Yi’s company had a strict policy—efficiency was prized, but overtime was forbidden.

By all logic, the entire building should have emptied out two or three hours ago.

What they didn’t expect was—not only were there people outside the elevator, but they were two very familiar faces.

Two employees from Cheng Yi’s company had gone out after work to grab dinner at a street food stall near the office.

It was now 9 p.m. They had just finished eating and returned to the underground parking lot, ready to drive home.

After pressing the button for the basement level, the two resumed their earlier conversation.

But before they could even reach their car, they accidentally stumbled upon an incredibly awkward scene—catching their boss in a moment of obvious intimacy!

The moment the elevator doors slid open, the two employees, who had been chatting and laughing just seconds ago, froze in shock.

The scene inside was unmistakably intimate.

And the more they looked at the two figures, the more familiar their faces became.

Employee A was the first to react. His mouth opened, and he stammered uncontrollably, “P-Pr-President Cheng…”

It was President Cheng—their direct superior!

And the person in his arms… that figure looked very familiar too…!

Coincidentally, both employees worked on the eighth floor, in the small company that Cheng Yi ran under his name.

Since they worked on the same floor, they naturally had a strong impression of Shen Ran—and quite a vivid one at that.

After all, Boss Shen from the gallery next door and President Cheng were famous for their constant squabbles—minor arguments every few days, major blowups nearly every week. Their clashes were nothing short of dramatic.

Weren’t Boss Shen and President Cheng supposed to hate each other’s guts? Weren’t they practically enemies?

So why… why was President Cheng hugging and kissing Boss Shen like that?!

Utter shock. Complete confusion!

And it wasn’t just the two employees who were stunned—Shen Ran, who was now being held tightly in Cheng Yi’s arms, was just as thrown off.

The moment the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Shen Ran’s heart skipped a beat in panic.

His mind was full of one thought: It’s over. My wise, dignified image is going to be completely ruined today. If I’d known this would happen, I wouldn’t have been so cheeky and kissed Cheng Yi!

Thankfully, that infuriating Cheng Yi didn’t seem to be trying to embarrass him on purpose. He at least had the sense to pull Shen Ran into his arms before the doors opened.

But being held like this had its own downside.

Shen Ran couldn’t see who was outside, which only made him more anxious.

Oh no. Who is it? What if they recognize me?

Then he heard a trembling voice call out, “President Cheng…”

Shen Ran instinctively buried his face deeper into Cheng Yi’s chest.

If they could call him “President Cheng,” then they were definitely Cheng Yi’s employees!

Unfortunately, Cheng Yi noticed Shen Ran’s tiny movement as he shrank further into his arms.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at the stunned employees outside the elevator, then tilted his chin toward them and asked casually:

“Aren’t you coming in?”

Shen Ran shuddered all over and quietly pinched Cheng Yi’s waist.

Is Cheng Yi out of his mind?! Not only did he not close the elevator doors—he actually invited them in?!

Thankfully, the employees didn’t dare to step inside.

They knew they had just walked in on something they absolutely shouldn’t have. President Cheng’s words had to be a warning in disguise. Only a fool would take it literally and walk into the elevator now.

“Ahaha! P-President Cheng, we just remembered—uh, there’s something we need to take care of. Really urgent! We’ll head out again, no need for the elevator. Sorry to bother you!”

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