Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 39

He Zheng ripped open his tie and shirt, exposing the red marks and bite marks on his collarbone. The redness had faded from the bite marks, and they were already bruising blue and purple.

A smile remained on his face. He took off his glasses and placed them on the bedside table, grabbing Zhao Yan’s long, fair hand.

Zhao Yan angrily pulled his hand away and immediately grabbed He Zheng’s tie.

A strange light flashed in He Zheng’s eyes as his tie was pulled. “Does Young Master like this kind of thing? Hmm? Want to try?”

Zhao Yan closed his eyes, his hands trembling with rage. He felt like he was about to suffocate.

He shoved He Zheng away. “Get lost! Leave my house.”

He Zheng, however, pushed him down onto the bed. Zhao Yan lost his balance and opened his eyes, reflecting He Zheng’s refined face.

Zhao Yan instinctively raised his hand and slapped He Zheng again.

“Slap—” A crisp sound rang out.

“You’re crazy! My mind is perfectly clear right now, and you still want to trick me into topping you!”

Zhao Yan swore angrily. He Zheng had already caught his wrist with one hand, pinning it to the pillow, his veins bulging.

At the same time, he tightly restrained Zhao Yan with his leg.

His cheeks were swollen and red, but his eyes were still filled with possessiveness and unconcealed affection.

Zhao Yan had liked someone before and knew the meaning of that look.

He frowned. “Chen Zheng, we don’t seem to have much interaction, do we?”

He Zheng had already unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his lean and defined abdominal muscles.

There were also large patches of red marks on his abs.

It was evident how wild Zhao Yan had been last night.

“I changed my name when I returned to China, taking my mother’s surname. My name is He Zheng now.” He Zheng lightly kissed his lips.

His eyes looked like two burning fires.

Zhao Yan gasped. “You’re that Assistant He of Lu Jingze?”

He had just returned to China and had a slight, but not extensive, understanding of the domestic scene.

Lu Jingze had a terrible temper, and his assistants were replaced one batch after another; the longest one didn’t last three months.

But last year, Lu Jingze’s assistant position suddenly became fixed. It wasn’t until people realized that this assistant named He Zheng had been following Lu Jingze for nearly two years that they woke up.

Assistant He instantly became a rising star in the capital.

However, He Zheng was a very mysterious person. His background and qualifications were well protected, and he never attended private gatherings.

He was more like a shadow hidden behind Lu Jingze, carrying out tasks for him.

He Zheng was very satisfied with Zhao Yan’s reaction. He buried his head in Zhao Yan’s neck and whispered, “Young Master Zhao agreed to sponsor me. You can’t go back on your word.”

“I’ll sponsor your grandpa!” Zhao Yan felt a sense of humiliation from being played.

He had thought he was helping him out of goodwill, but it turned out the person didn’t need rescuing at all.

It could even be said that even if He Zheng had crippled that jacket man yesterday, Ji Yuheng wouldn’t dare touch He Zheng.

“Wuwuwu—” He Zheng leaned down and kissed Zhao Yan’s lips, blocking the rest of his words.

He didn’t stop, even when Zhao Yan bit him until He Zheng’s mouth was full of blood.

An hour later.

He Zheng put on his suit, put on his glasses, and looked at the messy bed and the tearful Zhao Yan.

A flash of tenderness crossed his eyes.

“Young Master, see you tonight.” He Zheng gently covered him with the blanket.

“I’ll see your grandpa!” Zhao Yan’s voice was already hoarse. He angrily threw the pillow over.

He Zheng caught the pillow with a smile and placed it on the side of the sofa.

“The document on the table has the Young Master’s signature. One year, twelve months. Remember to pay me, Young Master,” He Zheng smiled back, pushed up his glasses, and left the room.

“Clatter—” The sound of the door opening and closing came from downstairs.

A long time later, Zhao Yan was the only one left in the entire villa.

He looked at the light streaming in through the sheer white curtains and rubbed his forehead.

“That damn mad dog,” he cursed under his breath.

Pain washed over him. Zhao Yan struggled to his feet, went to the table on the side, and picked up the document.

[Sponsorship Contract]

At the bottom was his own signature. Although it was scrawled, it was definitely his.

Zhao Yan was so angry that he threw the contract. “He Zheng!!!!!!”

—

In Lu Jingze’s Rolls-Royce.

“A-choo—” He Zheng suddenly sneezed. He quickly took out a tissue to cover his mouth and nose.

Lu Jingze finished reading the document, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. “Did you catch a chill last night?”

He Zheng lightly cleared his throat. Although his expression was serious, a smile unconsciously curled his lips. “I adopted a cat that’s a bit arrogant and stole my blanket in the middle of the night.”

“Oh~~ That cat wouldn’t happen to be named Zhao Yan, would it?” Lu Jingze teased while signing a document.

He Zheng’s smile froze. His mind raced to find a reasonable explanation, trying to make Lu Jingze dismiss his suspicion.

After all, Zhao Yan was also involved in this bidding process, and he had specifically mentioned Zhao Yan before, so Lu Jingze was bound to be suspicious.

He calmed himself and chose the simplest, most direct method, intending to be frank. “Mr. Lu, to be honest, I like him. Since middle school.”

“Don’t be nervous. I didn’t investigate you. I just happened to see you helping the drunken Zhao Yan into the car on the way back last night,” Lu Jingze always maintained a high degree of vigilance toward those around him.

He Zheng was no exception, but he was too lazy to interfere with the private lives of his staff.

As long as it didn’t affect the company, he didn’t care who they were with or who they were close to in private.

“Plus your face, which was swollen from being slapped, and your bitten, broken lips, tsk tsk tsk…” Lu Jingze could hardly contain his laughter.

Seeing that Lu Jingze was genuinely not angry, He Zheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief, though he also felt embarrassed.

“He’s a little fierce—” He Zheng was now also troubled.

After Lu Jingze finished laughing, he suddenly thought of how Wang Xinghe completely refused to let him touch him, and the laughter stopped.

“Are you… together with Zhao Yan?” Lu Jingze wasn’t normally one to pry into personal matters.

It was just that, currently, he and Wang Xinghe could share a bed, and he could secretly kiss him, but Wang Xinghe had not completely opened his heart to him.

If he even slightly touched him in bed, he would resist.

He had completely shut him out.

He was too stubborn. When he said it was over, he genuinely cut all ties, giving no chance at all.

He Zheng sighed. “No… Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been slapped.”

“Pff—hahahaha—” Lu Jingze’s shoulders shook with laughter.

He accidentally strained his wound.

“Hiss—” Lu Jingze grimaced in pain.

He Zheng dared not laugh and thought through all the sad things in his life.

Finally, he let out a sigh. “Mr. Lu, should we go to the hospital?”

Lu Jingze waved his hand. “No need.”

“If I recover too quickly, I probably won’t even be able to get near his bed.”

Lu Jingze continued flipping through the documents, finally stopping at the 1.6 billion yuan estimated bid by Ji Yuheng.

He lightly tapped his finger on the desk. “This kid is only bidding this little. It won’t hurt to trick him this time.”

“Mr. Lu, according to my source, 1.6 billion is a smokescreen. Ji Yuheng has prepared 5 billion in liquid assets,” He Zheng said, pushing the information from his source to Lu Jingze.

Lu Jingze took out his phone, looked at it for a long time, and then fell silent.

“Keep a close eye on it. It’s not that simple.” Lu Jingze had completely broken with his idiot father and brainless mother this time.

He had also expressed his position to his grandfather. It was absolutely impossible for them to remain so quiet.

He had no idea what they were brewing, waiting for him.