Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 72

After tossing and turning all morning, Zhao Yan realized that being the one “on top” was actually more exhausting than being the one “underneath.” Especially with a mad dog like He Zheng, who kept intentionally whispering filthy, seductive words to lead him on.

By the time Zhao Yan woke up, the sky was already dark. He shifted his body, which was covered in a mosaic of hickeys and bite marks, and felt a dull ache in his waist. A thought flashed through his mind: Actually, being on the bottom is much more comfortable. Being on top is just too much work.

He glanced sideways at He Zheng, who was still fast asleep. Without a second thought, he raised his leg and delivered a sharp kick.

He Zheng was jolted awake. He opened his eyes dizzily, only to be met with Zhao Yan’s huffy yet strikingly handsome face. He gazed at him obsessively for a moment. Suddenly, recalling the events before they fell asleep, He Zheng arched an eyebrow. “Is the Young Master blaming me for waking up so late?”

“I can’t help it; the Young Master was so vigorous that I could hardly take it… so I…”

The moment Zhao Yan heard his shameless talk, his face turned a brilliant shade of crimson. He lunged forward to cover He Zheng’s mouth. “He Zheng! Does your boss know you’re like this?! Can you please act like a normal person for once?”

He Zheng’s smile widened. He leaned in, pressing his face against Zhao Yan’s pillow. “What can I do? It seems only the Young Master knows that I’m actually a beast in a suit.”

Zhao Yan: (⊙_⊙)

He Zheng leaned in close to his ear and whispered something incredibly lewd about how Zhao Yan had “grown up.”

Zhao Yan: ∪﹏∪

Zhao Yan kept his hand clamped over He Zheng’s mouth. Gritting his teeth, he warned, “If you keep being this shameless, I will throw you out right now.”

He Zheng wrapped himself around Zhao Yan like an octopus. “Fine, fine… my big, strong Little Young Master is so impressive…”

Zhao Yan reached his limit and kicked him again. “He Zheng! Use some civilized language!”

“Pffft—hahaha!” Watching Zhao Yan’s frustration, He Zheng laughed so hard his entire body trembled. Fearing he might truly push the haughty Young Master too far, he quickly tried to soothe him. “Young Master… now that I’m entirely yours, you can’t ever abandon me in the future.”

He Zheng’s voice muffled slightly, sounding like a kitten terrified of being discarded. Zhao Yan had a soft spot for exactly this kind of vulnerability. Though his mouth remained stubborn—”We’ll see how you behave”—his body relaxed. He reached out and gently ran his fingers through He Zheng’s soft hair.

He Zheng’s lips curled into a smirk. Taking advantage of the moment, he buried his head in Zhao Yan’s chest. “A-Yan… if the Crown Prince can truly stabilize the situation in Kyoto, I want to be your secretary.” He suddenly wanted to be with Zhao Yan twenty-four hours a day.

Mentioning the situation made Zhao Yan feel a pang of worry. “Can Lu Jingze really cut ties with the Lu family completely?” Having come from a prominent family himself, Zhao Yan knew that even private assets and personal companies were often entangled with the family’s interests in a thousand ways. Could someone like Lu Jingze, who had been in the spotlight since birth, truly have a chance at a mundane life?

“Who knows? But don’t worry, Young Master. Someone will protect that ‘White Moonlight’ of yours. Our previous understanding of Lu Jingze was too superficial.”

“Actually,” He Zheng added, “I hope Mr. Wang is willing to accept Lu Jingze’s lifestyle. If the circle of power loses someone like Lu Jingze, it would be a great tragedy for the people.” He Zheng even selfishly hoped the people in Kyoto would cause enough of a stir to make things uncontrollable—until they realized they couldn’t survive without Lu Jingze.

However… the light in He Zheng’s eyes dimmed as he thought of Wang Xinghe’s illness. He let out a heavy sigh against Zhao Yan’s chest.

“You all underestimate Xinghe,” Zhao Yan said firmly. “If things ever reach the point you’re worried about, he will be braver than anyone.”

He Zheng was instantly jealous. “Oh?” He let out a heavy, exaggerated breath. “Sigh. Hmmm.”

Zhao Yan awkwardly rubbed He Zheng’s back. “It’s already impossible between Xinghe and me. There’s no need for you to get angry every time I mention his name.”

He Zheng pouted, his voice still sour. “When will you ever praise me like that?”

Zhao Yan laughed out of sheer annoyance. “Praise you for your endless stream of filth? Praise you for pretending to be pitiful just to trick me into giving you my ‘first time’?”

“He Zheng, don’t think I don’t know exactly how I lost my virginity!”

Having been caught red-handed, He Zheng gave an embarrassed laugh and quickly tried to placate him. “Young Master… in the future, all the money I earn will be for you to spend.”

Zhao Yan rolled his eyes, but he didn’t truly hold a grudge. After all, once a path is taken, there is no turning back. Since they had already reached this crossroads, they might as well walk it until the end. He hoped He Zheng’s sincerity was reliable, and he hoped he wouldn’t fail the heart of the man who loved him.

As for Xinghe… seeing Lu Jingze be so honest with him, and seeing Xinghe bravely speak about his depression, Zhao Yan felt he had finally moved on. Xinghe had found someone he could rely on—someone who could be his pillar. That was enough.

While Zhao Yan was lost in thought, He Zheng propped himself up. His eyes were filled with profound disappointment and hurt. “You say there’s no future for you two, yet you’re thinking about him again.”

He Zheng truly lacked a sense of security. As someone who had loved from the shadows for so long, he had always felt inferior. Even though he had used every means possible to get Zhao Yan, he was starting to get greedy. He wanted all of him.

Zhao Yan’s gaze softened as he looked back at him. “He Zheng, have some confidence. If I didn’t accept you, I wouldn’t let you touch me, let alone touch you back.”

“Although our beginning wasn’t beautiful, I’ve spent the last six months figuring things out. I actually like you quite a bit. I’m willing to slowly adapt to one another and build a future together.”

The light in He Zheng’s eyes returned, growing brighter and brighter. Finally, he lunged at Zhao Yan, kissing him like a hungry dog.

Zhao Yan felt a sharp sting on his collarbone and delivered a kick. “Why do you always bite my collarbone?! Look at it—is there a single spot left unbruised? It’s almost summer! How am I supposed to wear clothes?!”

He Zheng pressed his smiling face against him, acting spoiled. “A-Yan… do you know what I’m thinking right now?”

Zhao Yan frowned. “What? A proposal? It’s a bit early; let’s talk in a few years.”

He Zheng’s eyes burned with intensity as he leaned close to Zhao Yan’s ear. “I want to make you cry. You look so beautiful when you’re crying.”

Alarm bells rang in Zhao Yan’s head. He tried to flip over and escape, but He Zheng pinned him down. The more he struggled, the more excited the light in He Zheng’s eyes became.

“He Zheng! Don’t go crazy!”

Did He Zheng listen? His blood was boiling. He couldn’t hear a thing.

Half an hour later, Zhao Yan was truly crying. It wasn’t that he was a man without backbone; it was simply that He Zheng was too feral. With a voice hoarse from crying, he tried to push He Zheng away. “He Zheng… stop… stop it… ah… stop…”

He Zheng kissed away the tear tracks, his eyes overflowing with love and desire. He whispered enticingly, “A-Yan, say you love me.”

Zhao Yan gasped out brokenly, “I… I love you…”

Satisfied, He Zheng leaned in for another kiss. Zhao Yan, whose lips were already swollen, wanted nothing more than to push him away, but He Zheng had no intention of letting him go.

“Zhao Yan,” He Zheng said, his voice thick with emotion, “I love you so much.”