Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 46

He Zheng raised his wrist. The watch displayed half-past eight. Lu Jingze hadn’t called him.

This meant he had successfully managed to stay with Wang Xinghe.

He Zheng rubbed his shoulders wearily. “These two star-crossed lovers are too difficult.”

However, one must not interfere too much with the destiny of others.

“Beep-beep—” A new message arrived.

He opened his phone. The subordinate had sent a photo.

Zhao Yan was drinking in a bar, surrounded by several male models in extremely intimate and bold poses.

He Zheng got into his car and sped to the bar.

“Boom-clack-boom-clack—” The sound in the bar was loud, with flashing, rhythmic neon lights.

Dressed in a well-fitting black suit, He Zheng unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt as he walked, rolling up the sleeves to expose his muscular, veiny arms.

When he pushed open the VIP room door, a frail, fair-skinned male model wearing feminine makeup was feeding Zhao Yan alcohol.

Zhao Yan was already drunk. The male model’s hand was about to rub Zhao Yan’s pectoral muscle.

He Zheng, who had just arrived, grabbed his hand instantly.

He looked down at the pale, skinny male model with the feminine makeup.

His eyes were sharp as a knife.

The male model was startled and quickly jumped away.

He Zheng didn’t spare him a glance, turning his attention to Zhao Yan.

The drunken man’s face was flushed red, and his shirt buttons were undone down to his chest.

“What wretched behavior,” He Zheng rolled his eyes at him, displeased.

He reached out and circled the man in his arms, then lifted him up by the waist.

The hotel manager chased after him from behind. “Guest, the bill hasn’t been settled.”

“How much?” He Zheng looked at him sideways.

“Including alcohol and the male models, the total is 3.05 million,” the manager smiled, handing over the bill.

The alcohol alone was over two million.

He Zheng pulled out a black card and handed it to him. “Card.”

“Yes, sir.” The manager took the black card to process the payment. After swiping, he respectfully returned the black card.

After hoisting Zhao Yan into the car, He Zheng drove quickly back to his duplex apartment.

After giving Zhao Yan a quick clean-up, he carried him onto his bed.

Zhao Yan was completely passed out from the alcohol. When He Zheng held him, he instinctively curled up in his warm embrace.

Looking at Zhao Yan, He Zheng felt his temper flare up.

But he couldn’t be bothered to lay a finger on someone who was dead drunk.

He trapped the man by sandwiching him with his legs, restraining him in his arms. Holding him, his originally volatile mood gradually calmed down.

“Meow, meow, meow—”

When dawn broke, the Ragdoll cat meowed around He Zheng’s bed.

Zhao Yan frowned in annoyance and mumbled drowsily, “Where did this stray cat come from?”

He Zheng groggily opened his eyes, looking at the man bristling in his arms.

A smile unconsciously tugged at his lips. He leaned his head over and lightly kissed Zhao Yan’s forehead.

Then he released him, began to wash up and shower, and fed the cat.

When Zhao Yan woke up, he was bewildered by the unfamiliar surroundings.

“What the… Where is this?” He remembered last night…

“Meow, meow, meow…” The Ragdoll circled the bed curiously, meowing at Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan lay on the headboard and stretched out his palm.

The Ragdoll was clearly used to being stroked; its soft, coffee-colored head immediately nudged against his hand.

Zhao Yan felt the soft, furry texture under his hand, and his eyes softened with a smile.

When He Zheng emerged from the study, he saw the man lying on the bed with bare legs.

They were fair and long, radiating a faint glow in the morning sun.

He Zheng’s eyes darkened. In his twenties, he was full of youthful vigor.

Without thinking, he pressed down on Zhao Yan from behind.

“Who is it!” Zhao Yan jumped in surprise and turned over.

He saw that it was He Zheng.

Zhao Yan frowned slightly. “Stop for a second.”

He Zheng refused, kissing his Adam’s apple as he spoke. “No.”

Zhao Yan kicked him angrily.

He Zheng was kicked in the thigh, which made him wince in pain. He instinctively countered with force, restraining Zhao Yan.

He tore open his pajamas and bit him.

Their eyes met. Zhao Yan’s eyes were red from the pain. “You mad dog.”

He Zheng let go of his mouth, meeting his red eyes. “You struggle every time, you give in every time, and you hurt yourself every time. Why bother?”

“Go to hell, He Zheng!” Zhao Yan pushed hard against his chest, but couldn’t move him.

He was pinned down tightly by He Zheng, with nowhere to escape.

Zhao Yan would not just yield passively. The two struggled for a long time, resulting in another morning where both of them bore new marks.

Crying and red-eyed, Zhao Yan glared fiercely at He Zheng. “I’m going to castrate you one day.”

He Zheng curled his lip, gently stroking his soft hair. “I look forward to the day Young Master tops me.”

“I’ll top your ancestors! I’ll top a dog!”

“I, Zhao Yan, would rather bottom for a dog than for you,” Zhao Yan roared.

He Zheng, however, looked at his bristling appearance, his smile deepening.

“Oh~ Then if Young Master agrees to be bottomed by me, I’m quite happy to serve~” He Zheng smiled brightly at him.

Zhao Yan closed his eyes in fury.

He turned his back, refusing to speak to him.

He Zheng, still smiling, squatted down to clean up the tissues and used supplies on the floor.

The robotic vacuum automatically turned on its sweeping and air purification functions, starting to clean the apartment and vacuum up pet hair.

Zhao Yan belatedly remembered that this wasn’t his home.

But he was aching all over from being tossed around by He Zheng, so he decided to simply sulk, ignoring the fact that he was in someone else’s bed. He rolled over, pulled the quilt over his head, and curled up in the corner.

He Zheng took another shower. When he came out, he found that Zhao Yan was still not out of bed.

“Aish—” He Zheng walked over and pulled the person out from under the blanket. “Take a shower, then go back to sleep.”

“I’ll change the sheets and pillows for you.”

“No—don’t touch me.” Zhao Yan was sore all over and desperately sleepy.

“Hurry up. If you don’t go, I’ll carry you to the shower,” He Zheng threatened, hands on his hips.

“Aren’t you annoying? Go to your job. I don’t care if I’m dirty or not. What’s it got to do with you?” Zhao Yan burrowed back into the quilt, covered his head completely this time.

He Zheng closed his eyes, checked the time: 7:30 AM.

Forget it, let him sleep a little longer.

“The door lock password is on your phone. I’m going to work,” He Zheng sent the password to his phone.

[7852614]

Zhao Yan didn’t respond, still curled up in the quilt, showing no sign of getting up.

He Zheng rubbed his forehead, put on his glasses and watch, and sprayed some fresh cologne in the mirror.

He left the house.

CEO Lu was very particular about food. He rushed to Lu Jingze’s residence first. The nutritionist and chef had already prepared a double portion of breakfast.

Two ceramic pots of ginseng soup.

Two slices of lightly seared steak topped with caviar.

Two servings of foie gras and salad tacos.

And a small portion of steamed cake dusted with black truffle powder.

He packed them into containers and insulated boxes, placing them in the trunk.

He Zheng timed his arrival perfectly at Wang Xinghe’s apartment entrance.

Holding the insulated box, he stood at the apartment door.

Awaiting his next instructions.

Wang Xinghe always woke up early. He glanced at Lu Jingze, who was still asleep, and decided not to wake him.

He stretched and planned to make breakfast, only to realize his ingredients were gone.

“I guess I’ll make do with the steamed buns downstairs this morning,” Wang Xinghe dressed and had just opened the entrance door.

He bumped right into He Zheng. Their eyes met, and Wang Xinghe was surprised. “Good morning. When did you arrive?”