Don't Give Your Heart to Your Nemesis - Chapter 20

“I want to get a room. Are you coming?”

Taking advantage of a trip to the restroom, Yan Ruixing secretly paid the bill. He did not want to owe Chen Wen a favor, nor did he plan to treat him to another meal.

However, looking at the receipt, which was equivalent to a month’s salary, Yan Ruixing ground his teeth. No matter how delicious a restaurant like this was, he would not be coming back a second time.

Both men had been drinking, so Yan Ruixing politely declined Chen Wen’s offer to drive him home and waited by the roadside for a ride-share.

He habitually swiped open Wen Xiaomian’s health index, and what met his eyes was the other man’s current location.

Wen! Xiao! Mian!

When Bian Du arrived at the bar, Wen Xiaomian was half-leaning against the counter. A row of empty glasses already stood by his hand. In the dim lighting, the dejectedly handsome man seemed soaked in the noisy environment.

Wen Xiaomian was the type of person whose face turned red easily after drinking. Even a single glass could make him look like he had downed a liter. In reality, his tolerance was excellent; normal people could not drink him under the table.

Bian Du was about to snatch the glass away when he was stopped by Chen Jinzhou, who was beside him. “Let him drink,” Chen said.

“He is being immature, but you are too?” Bian Du’s face was stiff. Dressed in a formal suit, he looked completely out of place in this environment. “Are you not clear on his condition?”

“It is all low-alcohol stuff,” Chen Jinzhou sat in the shadows, his expression unreadable as he swirled the drink in his glass. “This amount will not affect our Young Master Wen.”

Bian Du glanced at the slumping figure and turned back to press his knuckles against his brow. “Have you contacted Doctor Yan?”

Chen Jinzhou lowered his gaze, his fingertip tracing the rim of his glass. “He has not cooled down yet and will not let us contact him.”

“Was it a fight? Or is it jealousy?”

Bian Du was both angry and helpless. After all these years, he thought Wen’s “illness” had been cured, but in the end, it was the same old behavior. Whenever he encountered that specific “him,” even the smartest person turned into a fool.

Chen Jinzhou had long since grown accustomed to this. He snatched away the high-proof liquor Wen Xiaomian had just ordered, drank it all himself, and then said, “He will not even admit it.”

“And so he came here to drink alone?”

“Is he not always this childish?”

“How many years has it been since graduation? Is there still any point to this act?”

“Because this act works. Young Master Wen never tires of it.”

“It worked in the past, but does it still work now?”

“If I were Doctor Yan, it would not work.”

“If I were Doctor Yan, it would have stopped working long ago.”

“Doctor Yan has it quite hard.”

“Doctor Yan has it extremely hard.”

“Fuck! Are you two finished with this back-and-forth yet?” Wen Xiaomian was already unhappy, and now he was even more annoyed. “Do you really think my hearing has declined so much that I cannot hear a single word?”

He could not suppress his chaotic thoughts with alcohol, and the words of those two were more stimulating than iced wine.

“I am still right here!”

“A living person! Not dead yet!”

“Can you avoid me while you are insulting me?”

Bian Du stepped closer and took away his glass. “So, what is actually wrong with you?”

“Is there any use in telling you?” Wen Xiaomian snatched the drink back but did not drink it. “You cannot even handle a college student; how could you handle a seductive fox?”

Since four in the afternoon, Wen Xiaomian’s wristband had been vibrating with rhythmic prompts, a feedback of joyful moods.

That person was happy chatting with someone else, happy sitting in someone else’s car, happy eating together, and happy talking face-to-face. Happy, happy, happy! It was all damn happiness!

He is being happy in my restaurant, while I am being treated with sarcasm to my face by these two! Wen Xiaomian felt like he might die of a blood clot!

Suddenly, a call came through to Wen Xiaomian’s phone. He sat up abruptly, terrified that the other party would hang up if he were a second late.

Yan Ruixing’s voice was extremely cold, like snow being stuffed into a freezer. “Where are you?”

The frost in his ear was freezing. Wen Xiaomian’s mind was full of the way Yan had smiled at someone else. His headache and tinnitus flared up instantly. “Why do you care where I am!”

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Before his temper could even fully erupt, the other side had heartlessly hung up the phone. Wen Xiaomian held his phone. “Fuck! Are you in a hurry to reincarnate? You could have at least scolded me a few times before hanging up!”

In less than half a minute, Bian Du’s phone rang. He glanced at the figure at the bar and answered, “Doctor Yan.”

“Yes, we are together.”

“He is fine for the moment.”

Wen Xiaomian’s ears practically stretched toward Bian Du’s phone. Once he had heard enough, he shouted at the top of his lungs, “Do not tell him I drank! Do not tell him I am at the first-floor bar of the Cloud Club, in the second seat from the left! Do not let him know I am dead drunk, and do not reveal to him that there are many bad people here and that a pure young master like me is in great danger!”

“Mhm,” Bian Du said into the phone. “He has been drinking. He is at the first-floor bar of the Cloud Club, in the second seat from the left. He is dead drunk. There are many bad people here, and he might be in danger.”

Fearing that was not enough, Bian Du added another line: “He is not in a very good state and refuses to come back with us.”

“As you know, we cannot persuade him.”

“Alright. I will have to trouble you, Doctor Yan.”

The call ended. On the other side, Chen Jinzhou handed over a glass of wine. “Want more? It will add to the authenticity of being ‘dead drunk’.”

“Bastard.” Wen Xiaomian rubbed his head and pushed the glass away. “My head is killing me!”

Bian Du took away all the remaining undrunk alcohol. “Do you need us to wait with you?”

Chen Jinzhou finished the remaining drinks glass by glass, lining up the empty glasses next to Wen Xiaomian’s hand. “Let’s go. Young Master Wen does not need any third wheels.”

About twenty minutes later, Yan Ruixing arrived carrying a wave of fury. He snatched away the glass that Wen Xiaomian’s hand had already grown tired of holding.

Yan Ruixing popped out a pill, stuffed it into his mouth, performed a brief physical check, and asked a few questions.

Wen Xiaomian slumped on the bar like a large dog restricted from going out, looking aggrieved, sulky, and refusing to acknowledge anyone.

Yan Ruixing was at a loss with him, and his heart softened. “If you continue being disobedient, I really will have no way to perform your surgery.”

“Not having surgery would perfectly suit your dating life,” Wen Xiaomian’s voice was very soft, so light even he himself could barely hear it. “But you wish.”

“Come back with me,” Yan Ruixing said.

Wen Xiaomian hugged the half-glass of wine back, refusing to move.

“Wen Xiaomian, what exactly do you want to do?”

Amidst the neon lights and the deafening noise, the glass near his hand carried a scent left behind by Yan Ruixing, a milky-sweet hand cream.

He could smell it, and others could smell it too. Yan Ruixing would smile at others, but toward him, there was only a cold tone.

Since signing that damn contract with Yan Ruixing, Wen Xiaomian had not touched alcohol for over a month. His body’s tolerance had weakened, and bizarre, inexplicable, and unrealistic thoughts began to sprout in his mind.

He looked back at Yan Ruixing’s emotionless face. In the dark environment, even his eyelashes did not seem warm.

Irritability and frustration grew out of nowhere, causing the rationality he had worked so hard to gather to cool down rapidly. Immediately after, it was doused with a layer of snow.

The wristband was prompting Wen Xiaomian that Yan Ruixing was annoyed, angry, and disgusted. Whether it was ten years ago or today, Yan Ruixing had never stopped hating him. He would not be happy because of him, nor would he smile for him.

Desire can turn a person into a greedy black hole. The more one cannot have something, the more one wants to take it at all costs.

Enduring grievances was definitely not in Wen Xiaomian’s character. If it could not be obtained fairly, he would take it through sinister and deceitful means.

If he was unhappy, no one else should think of being happy!

Wen Xiaomian drained the last half-glass of wine. Borrowing the intoxication, he vented all of his long-simmering anger.

Shameless, foul, and despicable.

“I want to get a room. Are you coming?”