Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 38

The car was parked in the underground garage, and they went to BHG Market Place.

Wang Xinghe’s expression wasn’t good when he saw the astronomical prices of the vegetables and fruits.

Lu Jingze also felt a little embarrassed looking at the prices.

After all, the prices here were hundreds of times higher than those at Qingcheng Market…

He wanted to fish out Secretary He and choke him to death.

Wang Xinghe pushed the cart, looking around, but still didn’t pick up anything.

It was simply too expensive; a small box of cherry tomatoes cost 488 yuan.

Lu Jingze saw his hesitation and leaned in close to his ear. “Brother Xinghe, I have money. You don’t need to save money for me.”

Wang Xinghe just felt that these items weren’t worth the price.

It felt like being a big fool with money.

But at this hour, any other supermarket would surely be closed.

“Let’s buy less. I’ll look for a regular supermarket tomorrow,” Wang Xinghe said, picking up a box of eggs, which cost 288 yuan for six.

He took two small scallions for 86.7 yuan.

He also grabbed a bag of freshly baked toast for 88.5 yuan.

He bought a few bottles of water he didn’t recognize; the cheapest was 32 yuan a bottle.

He took a bunch of grapes, which were 188 yuan per jin (approx. 500g). When weighed, it came to two jin.

Lu Jingze picked up two pairs of slippers for 989 yuan a pair.

He took two sets of silk pajamas for 9,698 yuan a set.

He grabbed a frying pan for 3,256 yuan.

And finally, a rice cooker for 1,872 yuan.

A spatula for 88 yuan.

Five pairs of chopsticks for 699 yuan.

Plates for 288 yuan each.

When checking out, Lu Jingze quickly paid using facial recognition.

Wang Xinghe glanced at the payment screen: 39,857.4 yuan.

That was nearly half a year’s salary for an average worker.

That almost 40,000 yuan, if spent on stocking beef at the Shangma Market, could fill all the refrigerators in his former small shop.

Lu Jingze was driving back when he sharply noticed a familiar figure at a club on the roadside.

Secretary He was helping someone into a car.

That person also looked familiar: Zhao Yan.

Lu Jingze curled his lips, his eyes full of amusement.

He said he didn’t understand love, but wasn’t he quite knowledgeable now?

Wang Xinghe was looking down at his phone, which showed various international paintings, and didn’t see the scene at all.

At Zhao Yan’s private villa.

He Zheng carried the drunk man sideways directly into the bathroom.

He meticulously washed him and then carefully helped him put on his pajamas. Zhao Yan was too sleepy and only felt comfortable; he didn’t open his eyes.

He Zheng cleaned himself up and climbed into the bed, pressing Zhao Yan down beneath him.

His eyes were deep, tracing the contours of Zhao Yan’s brows and eyes.

His gaze finally lingered on the moist lips, which were exceptionally cherry red from the alcohol.

His eyes narrowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

He looked outwardly calm, but his mind was planning for a longer-term relationship.

He took out his phone and sent a string of messages to someone.

[Send me the surveillance footage from the XX bar restroom corridor around 8:10 PM.]

He also clicked video record and placed the phone aside.

He gently used his dry, hot palm to caress Zhao Yan’s cheek.

Zhao Yan slightly furrowed his brow. “Stop it…”

But this kind of Zhao Yan was too tempting. He Zheng’s hand moved toward his red lips.

His fingertip gently rubbed them.

Zhao Yan was already tipsy. In his haze, he only saw a fair, handsome face.

He blinked dazedly and slightly parted his lips. “No…”

But before he could finish his words, He Zheng’s finger had already entered his mouth, gently stirring his tongue and teeth.

Zhao Yan’s internal heat was ignited. He grabbed He Zheng’s wrist.

“Wuwuwu—” He whimpered, trying to pull it out.

He Zheng released his hand as he wished, his finger still leaving a trail of saliva.

Zhao Yan’s cheeks were flushed. The foreign sensation of the finger in his mouth brought tears to his eyes, and his eye corners were red.

He then vaguely saw who it was. “Chen Zheng… what are you doing here?”

He Zheng was very satisfied that, at this moment, Zhao Yan didn’t mistake him for a substitute for Wang Xinghe.

He leaned in, looking down at him. The crisp scent of mint toothpaste was in his breath.

“Young Master Zhao said he’s sponsoring me, so I will naturally serve him well.” He Zheng was no gentleman.

In fact, he was very much like his boss: he only cared about results. As long as he could achieve the desired effect and goal, the means were irrelevant.

From the moment he saw Wang Xinghe, he knew Lu Jingze would never let Wang Xinghe leave.

Zhao Yan was destined to have no chance with his unrequited love for Wang Xinghe.

Clearly, Zhao Yan himself knew this, or else why would someone who has never been good with alcohol run to a bar to drink his sorrows away every day?

Instead of letting him suffer through a broken heart, instead of letting him be healed by someone else.

He Zheng decided it might as well be him.

Looking at He Zheng’s extremely aggressive eyes, Zhao Yan’s face instantly flushed. The fact that he liked men was known to people in his circle, including his parents.

Moreover, people of their social standing were generally accustomed to such things.

Because once a person reached a certain level of wealth and power, morality was often a thin piece of paper.

Boring, normal life simply couldn’t give them much excitement.

Even if many people were not homosexual, they would still experiment to seek a certain thrill.

Zhao Yan was born this way. He realized he was different when he was in junior high school.

When others looked at girls’ chests, he only felt a lack of interest.

He preferred to look at men’s Adam’s apples, fair, slender legs with leg hair, and…

But Zhao Yan was too obsessed with Wang Xinghe and had remained pure for him, never truly getting involved in that circle.

Everyone secretly laughed at him, calling him a “Pure Love War God” and an old virgin, but he didn’t care.

He felt that Wang Xinghe liked cleanliness and was a germaphobe, and would definitely not like a dirty him.

Therefore, for 26-year-old Zhao Yan, being pinned down by a man for the first time sent chills up his spine.

He Zheng didn’t speak. He held down his hands, confined his legs, lightly kissed his earlobe, and deliberately blew air onto it. “But you kissed me. That was my first kiss.”

“Young Master Zhao, I’m a first-timer. I’m very clean. Both front and back are clean…”

“Chen Zheng, I was just helping you out then…” Zhao Yan was cut short before he could finish speaking.

Because he was fucking aroused!

Shit!

Zhao Yan felt utterly disgraced, even his ear tips were red.

He Zheng propped himself up, smiling with a profound meaning. “Young Master Zhao’s body seems to like me very much. It’s quite satisfied with me, isn’t it?”

Zhao Yan closed his eyes. This anger made his head even dizzier.

He resisted a few times but lacked the strength to push him away. Later, it was simply too pleasurable, so he let He Zheng do as he pleased.

The night passed this way.

Zhao Yan woke up feeling like he’d been hit by a car, and he wanted to punch someone.

He half-sat up and rubbed his head.

His gaze fixed on the utterly proper man sitting with crossed legs on the sofa by the bed.

Zhao Yan, who already had morning temper, immediately jumped out of bed and raised his hand to deliver a slap.

“Slap—” A crisp sound echoed as the slap landed on He Zheng’s face.

He Zheng caught his wrist and lightly kissed his palm. “If you’re angry, I’ll slap myself. Why hurt yourself? I’ll feel distressed.”

He Zheng’s gaze surveyed the naked Zhao Yan, covered in red marks, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He seemed very satisfied with his work from the night before.

Zhao Yan then remembered he wasn’t wearing clothes. Gasping for breath with anger, he kicked him directly. “You fucking dared to top me! Who gave you the guts!”

He Zheng’s eyes were still smiling, and the smile wouldn’t leave his lips. “Young Master Zhao seems a little unconvinced. How about you try being the one on top?”

Saying that, He Zheng started to untie his tie…

Zhao Yan looked at him in horror. “I swear to God!”