Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 71

Standing at the entrance, Zhao Yan watched the two men finally resolve the knots in their hearts. His eyes shimmered with a silent blessing for Wang Xinghe.

“I wish you a lifetime of happiness,” he thought.

Suddenly, an arm draped around his shoulder, and He Zheng’s voice, tinged with a hint of jealousy, drifted into his ear. “What about me, A-Yan? What about my happiness?”

Zhao Yan rolled his eyes at him and dove into the car. “We’ll talk about that later.”

Sitting in the driver’s seat, He Zheng looked pitiful. “I’m so sleepy. I haven’t closed my eyes all night.”

“Let’s go. Let’s find a place to rest first.” Zhao Yan was also feeling the weight of exhaustion.

A flash of amusement crossed He Zheng’s eyes as he sent a quick text to Lu Jingze.

He Zheng: President Lu, I’m taking Zhao Yan to go rest now.

Lu Jingze was currently wrapped in Wang Xinghe’s arms, pouring his heart out; he naturally didn’t care about the ping of a phone notification.

He Zheng hit the gas and drove toward the city center. In his opinion, there were no hotels nearby worth staying in. The nearest five-star hotel was only thirty minutes away—he could hold out that long.

At the St. Regis Qingcheng, He Zheng booked a suite. The price wasn’t particularly expensive to him, just a few thousand yuan. The two made their way to the room, and as soon as they entered, He Zheng pulled Zhao Yan into the bathroom.

Splash— the faucet was turned on, water cascading down.

He Zheng pinned Zhao Yan against the corner wall and leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss. He seemed driven by a sudden frenzy, his kisses trailing over every inch of Zhao Yan’s skin.

Zhao Yan went from initial resistance to realizing he simply couldn’t break free. “He Zheng, what kind of madness is this now?” Zhao Yan managed to gasp for air, asking between heavy breaths.

He Zheng rested his forehead against Zhao Yan’s collarbone and suddenly bit down.

Zhao Yan winced in pain and kicked him. “You really have lost it.”

He Zheng didn’t dodge. Instead, he caught Zhao Yan’s ankle and held it firmly in his palm. Seeing He Zheng’s erratic intensity, Zhao Yan turned to leave the bathroom, but He Zheng pulled him back. This time, however, he draped a bath towel over him and picked up a hairdryer to dry his hair.

Under the warm air, Zhao Yan’s hair soon became soft and fluffy. Only after the hair was completely dry did He Zheng release him to dry his own.

Zhao Yan gave He Zheng a suspicious look—the man had gone from manic to perfectly composed in seconds. Shaking his head, Zhao Yan walked out into the living area.

The suite’s living room was stocked with drinks, wine, and vacuum-sealed snacks. Still in his slippers, Zhao Yan walked over, picked up a bottle of mineral water, and downed a third of it.

At that moment, He Zheng emerged from the bathroom. His hair, usually styled back for work, now hung loose, lightly grazing his eyebrows. He looked like an innocent, obedient puppy—completely devoid of his usual sharp edge.

Zhao Yan set the water bottle down and stretched his neck, which caused a sharp sting where He Zheng had bitten his collarbone. He hissed in annoyance. Looking at He Zheng made him flare up with irritation; he marched over, pulled open He Zheng’s bathrobe, and bit down hard on He Zheng’s own collarbone in retaliation.

He Zheng winced, but his eyes transformed from dull exhaustion to a bright, burning light. He pressed a hand to the back of Zhao Yan’s head and whispered, “Go a little harder, Young Master.”

Zhao Yan: “…” A literal lunatic.

Angrily, Zhao Yan let go and broke free from the hand cradling his head. “He Zheng, do you have some kind of masochistic streak?”

He Zheng took a step forward, his eyes sparkling. “Young Master left a mark on me… doesn’t that mean you like me?”

Zhao Yan pursed his lips and turned away, stepping back. “I never said that. Stop messing around and go to sleep. My dark circles are so bad I look like a panda.”

Zhao Yan tried to head for the bed behind He Zheng, but he was met with a gentle shove that sent him tumbling onto the soft sofa. He was startled, fearing the madman was about to start again. Just as he tried to scramble up, He Zheng pressed his entire weight down on him.

He held Zhao Yan tightly, burying his face in his chest.

“A-Yan, when you were crying for Wang Xinghe, I was so jealous I thought I’d go insane.” He Zheng kept his eyes downcast. He hadn’t been happy these past few days. Even knowing that Wang Xinghe wasn’t a romantic rival, he couldn’t control the jealousy.

He was jealous that Zhao Yan would worry for him, cry for him, and even drop all his work in Kyoto to follow him to Qingcheng without leaving his side.

Seeing that He Zheng hadn’t actually started “acting out” yet, Zhao Yan breathed a secret sigh of relief. “I felt a lot of guilt toward Xinghe,” Zhao Yan said, his hand gently stroking He Zheng’s soft, freshly dried hair. “If I had known he was so ill, I wouldn’t have stayed abroad for so many years avoiding him.”

“Now that I see him happy with Lu Jingze—that he finally has someone who can heal him—I feel a sense of relief.”

He Zheng lifted his head slightly, his eyes written with fatigue. He had been working day and night lately, and after arriving in Qingcheng, he had stood outside that shop with Lu Jingze for two hours in the early morning cold.

“Then what about me? A-Yan, is there a place for me in your future?” He Zheng gazed at him with those eyes, full of longing.

Zhao Yan looked away. “Don’t play foul.”

He Zheng propped himself up further and cupped Zhao Yan’s face, forcing their gazes to lock. “Tell me.”

Zhao Yan felt a bit exasperated. They had already crossed that line multiple times—how could he wipe his mouth clean and then ask if there was a future for him? How devious, Zhao Yan thought.

He rolled his eyes, grabbed He Zheng’s bathrobe, and kissed him hard on the lips. Still feeling a bit spiteful, Zhao Yan bit down on He Zheng’s lip. The metallic taste of blood immediately spread between them.

But He Zheng smiled.

He turned the tables, pinning Zhao Yan down and pulling the bathrobe aside. Zhao Yan’s skin, fresh from the bath, was flushed pink, and the places He Zheng had kissed were marked with clear hickeys. The bite mark on his collarbone was especially prominent.

He Zheng’s eyes flashed with excitement. That was his masterpiece. A mark that belonged only to the two of them.

Seeing the sudden predatory light in He Zheng’s eyes, Zhao Yan had a bad premonition. He quickly put his hands up to hold him back. “He Zheng, don’t go crazy. We’re in Qingcheng and we still have things to do. We have to go back once Lu Jingze and Xinghe are settled.”

He Zheng remembered that he did indeed have other tasks assigned by Lu Jingze. He paused in thought for a moment, then began stripping off his own clothes. “I’m not afraid of being tired. How about…”

Zhao Yan’s eyes shifted downward. He understood the implication instantly.

Zhao Yan delivered a swift kick. “To hell with you! Don’t even think about it!”

This time, Zhao Yan seized the opportunity to roll off the sofa onto the carpet. Having finally escaped He Zheng’s clutches, he scrambled onto the bed, dove under the covers, and turned his back to him. A mad dog. A mad dog in heat.

He Zheng dawdled his way over and crawled into the blankets, pulling Zhao Yan into his arms. “Young Master…”

“You can call me ‘Grandpa’ and it still won’t work!” Zhao Yan threw an elbow back at him.

He Zheng didn’t dodge; instead, he pressed even closer. “Give it a try… I’m so pitiful. I think I’m more pitiful than Wang Xinghe…” He rubbed his soft hair against Zhao Yan’s cheek, his voice dropping into a dejected tone.

“Why are you comparing yourself to Xinghe again…?” Zhao Yan muttered. He and Xinghe were completely platonic. He and He Zheng had rolled around the sheets more times than he could count. There was no comparison.

“I can’t compare to him?” He Zheng’s voice sounded even more despondent, but his hands were beginning to get bold.

Zhao Yan reached his limit.

He flipped over, pinning He Zheng beneath him. “He Zheng, do you really think that just because you were on top a few times, I’m actually the one on the bottom?”

He Zheng’s eyes were full of pleasant surprise. He smirked and spread his arms wide.

“In that case, Young Master… my body awaits your arrival.”