The Arrogant Young Master Targeted by the Overbearing President - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: The Secret Inside the Ferris Wheel

The hand resting on top of his head pressed down firmly.

Scalding lips pressed against his, followed by a lingering and tender kiss.

Lu Siyang’s eyes widened, but he didn’t dare struggle. He glanced out of the window with his peripheral vision; they were about to reach the highest point. With just a gust of wind, the entire cabin swayed. His heart felt as if it were suspended, teetering along with the compartment. Forcing his body to remain still, he could only knit his brows to express his dissatisfaction.

Sensing his indignant and terrified yet dare-not-vent gaze, the corners of Fang Lv’s eyes suddenly crinkled, and a light chuckle escaped from his throat.

Lu Siyang was incensed by this laugh and glared at Fang Lv with burning ears, only to invite an even more intense siege of his territory. The smell of tobacco, carrying a cool scent of sandalwood, drifted into his nasal cavity. A warm tongue swept through his teeth, slowly yet turbulently occupying every inch of his domain.

The palm resting across his lower back suddenly moved down a few inches, quietly slipping beneath the hem of his clothes. The cool sensation made Lu Siyang snap back to his senses, and he recoiled.

“Fang Lv, you’re crazy!” Lu Siyang pressed down on the hand wreaking havoc on his lower back, his face turning pale. “At least pick the right setting to go into heat!”

With a twist of his wrist, Fang Lv grabbed Lu Siyang’s arm and pinned it behind his back, his lips lingering by his ear: “I forgot to tell you, this amusement park will be renovated and reopened soon. The Ferris wheel has always been maintained and managed by staff.”

No wonder—even though the park had been closed for so long, it could still operate…

“So,” Fang Lv wandered back to his lips, leaning in for a kiss, “as long as our movements are small, nothing will happen.”

Which meant, from the very beginning, Fang Lv had been lying to him!

Lu Siyang stared at Fang Lv in a fit of rage. The fury of being played surged up, and he lowered his head to bite hard on the other’s lower lip. Instantly, the warm taste of rust overflowed.

“Hiss—” Fang Lv squinted from the pain but didn’t stop his movements.

Lu Siyang released his mouth and stared at Fang Lv fiercely. His light brown eyes were filled with resentment, his pink lips carried a suspicious sheen, and the ivory skin at the corner of his mouth was stained with a smear of crimson blood. He looked fragile, yet enticing.

Fang Lv’s eyes darkened. He suddenly lifted Lu Siyang’s waist and swiftly swapped their positions.

“What are you doing!” Lu Siyang was pressed into the seat. He instinctively wanted to struggle, but Fang Lv leaned over him.

“Baby,” Fang Lv lowered his gaze, his thumb gently stroking Lu Siyang’s lips, “do you have any idea how enticing you look right now?”

Lu Siyang’s cheeks heated up, and he snapped: “Stop calling me that nonsense, look clearly at who I am!”

Fang Lv wiped away the half-dried blood from the corner of his mouth and gave it a light peck: “My baby is obviously only you.”

“Ha,” Lu Siyang gave a strange laugh, a hint of mockery in his eyes, “Saying that to me while flirting with another man at a bar entrance… Boss Fang really is generous with his affections everywhere—”

Meeting Fang Lv’s suddenly playful gaze, Lu Siyang’s voice choked. He shut his mouth and turned his face away.

“Jealous?” Fang Lv turned his head, the corners of his mouth rising involuntarily. “No wonder you wouldn’t answer the phone; so President Lu is jealous.”

Lu Siyang turned back, somewhat embarrassed and angry: “Who’s jealous? You’re being way too conceited.”

Fang Lv stared straight into his eyes for a long while before saying: “President Lu truly is stubborn.”

Lu Siyang stared back defiantly, but the other man suddenly reached out to pinch his jaw and leaned down. Their lips touched, like someone walking in a desert under the scorching sun finding the moisture of a spring, forcefully drinking from each other.

In the midst of the blurred passion, Lu Siyang suddenly remembered that Fang Lv hadn’t explained at all who the man at the bar entrance was. But facing Fang Lv’s surging offensive, he soon threw the question to the back of his mind, immersing himself in the intense pleasure.

In his ears was Fang Lv’s heavy breathing, accompanied by the cheerful music of the amusement park, scraping against his eardrums. Before his eyes were shifting multicolored lights; reflected in Lu Siyang’s eyes, his out-of-focus vision was gradually taken over by spots of light.

It was unknown how many times the Ferris wheel had turned before Fang Lv finally stopped. Lu Siyang sat leaning against Fang Lv’s thighs, his forehead resting in the crook of the other’s neck, so exhausted he didn’t even want to move a finger.

Fang Lv kissed his smooth nape. When his gaze touched the mottled purple and blue marks on Lu Siyang’s back, his eyes froze. Immediately, the temperature in his eyes dropped sharply, and a faint sense of regret and coldness appeared between his brows. The hand supporting Lu Siyang’s waist tightened involuntarily.

The sudden increase in pressure made Lu Siyang feel a tightness in his chest. He gave a light groan and shifted his body uncomfortably.

Fang Lv snapped back to reality and relaxed his grip, the coldness on his face vanishing instantly.

“Tired?” Fang Lv’s deliberately softened voice was like a late summer breeze, making Lu Siyang unable to resist feeling drowsy. “I’ll carry you down.”

Lu Siyang felt his eyelids were heavy and simply couldn’t open them. In a daze, he vaguely remembered nodding. Fang Lv carefully held him in his arms, his movements filled with tenderness.

As the Ferris wheel reached its lowest point, Fang Lv walked out of the cabin carrying him. Lu Siyang’s head rested on Fang Lv’s shoulder; looking up, he saw the night sky illuminated by lights. Countless pillars of light shot into the night, as if a shimmering galaxy had been poured over black silk. He listened to the other’s soft breathing, felt the beating of the heart in Fang Lv’s chest, and fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the window, the faint chirping of birds could be heard. Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains into the room. Lu Siyang opened his eyes, bathed in the warm and dazzling sunlight, a sense of comfortable satisfaction and relief rising in his chest. This seemed to be the first time in a long while that he had woken up with such a sense of fulfillment.

He turned his head to look at the empty space beside him. If not for the indentation on the pillow and the faint scent of sandalwood, he would have thought everything from last night was just a bizarre dream.

An emotion called “being moved” inexplicably arose in his heart, making him a bit ashamed to face it. He clearly held Fang Lv in disdain, yet he repeatedly made exceptions for him. Lu Siyang raised his arm to block his forehead and gave a short laugh.

Absurd. Truly absurd. But he knew that between him and Fang Lv, something seemed different from before…

Clang— Splash—

A series of sounds of pots and pans falling drifted in through the crack of the half-closed bedroom door. Lu Siyang sat up abruptly—the movement was so fast that it sent a series of aches from his lower back down to his thighs. Cursing Fang Lv for being worse than a beast, he grabbed his pajamas from the headboard, threw them on, and headed downstairs.

Before entering the kitchen, he saw a complete mess on the floor. An electric rice cooker was overturned, porridge was spilled everywhere, and there was a shattered porcelain bowl nearby. Fang Lv stood by the sink with his back to the door, the faucet wide open, washing something.

Lu Siyang clicked his tongue and tiptoed across the disastrous floor: “Boss Fang, are you here to demolish my kitchen first thing in the morning? You—”

The moment he stepped closer, his voice stopped abruptly. He realized then that what Fang Lv was rinsing under the tap was his own hand; a large area on the back of his hand was red and swollen.

Lu Siyang’s expression changed, and he frowned: “You got burned?”

“It’s fine.” Fang Lv turned off the tap and smiled nonchalantly. “I wanted to make you breakfast but accidentally knocked over the porridge.”

“What do you mean ‘fine’?” Lu Siyang grabbed Fang Lv’s wrist and inspected it carefully. “You call this fine!”

Without allowing further argument, he pulled Fang Lv to the medical kit under the coffee table, rummaged out a tube of burn ointment, and commanded: “Sit down.”

Fang Lv obediently sat on the sofa as told, holding his arm still and watching Lu Siyang crouch beside him to apply the ointment.

He heard Lu Siyang speak as he applied it: “How old are you? You can’t even serve porridge without knocking it over, so reckless…”

Fang Lv’s eyes lost focus for a moment, his expression becoming dazed before quickly returning to clarity. Lu Siyang was half-crouched in front of him. From this angle, Fang Lv could only see Lu Siyang’s fluffy head.

Lu Siyang was wearing light gray pajamas and plush slippers. Because he had just woken up, his hair was messy and sticking up, with one strand poking straight up at the crown. As he worked to apply the ointment, that strand of hair trembled up and down. This overly domestic appearance was a completely different person from the usual arrogant and sharp-tongued President Lu.

Looking at his serious, frowning profile, Fang Lv suddenly leaned in, pressing his upper body against Lu Siyang’s shoulder, his voice deliberately drawn out as if acting a bit spoiled: “It hurts so much—”

Lu Siyang put the ointment away, pushed Fang Lv back, and stood up, scanning him from head to toe. He crossed his arms and said mockingly: “I would believe you if you could make your expression look even remotely convincing.”

Fang Lv stood up and wrapped his arms around Lu Siyang’s neck, hanging his whole body on him with a pitiful look: “I’m injured. I can’t touch water, I can’t cook, and I can’t bathe myself. You have to take responsibility.”

Lu Siyang’s mouth twitched. He grabbed Fang Lv’s arms and pulled the man off him: “I think you burned your wrist, but injured your brain.”

After saying that, he didn’t wait for Fang Lv to speak and headed straight into the kitchen. Listening to the clinking sounds of things being tidied up in the kitchen, Fang Lv turned his back, and the curve of his mouth flattened bit by bit. He looked down at the red and swollen back of his hand covered in ointment, the emotions in his eyes too heavy to decipher.

Lu Siyang tidied the mess in the kitchen. After shattering three plates in a row, he gave a long sigh and finally gave up. The “President Lu” who never lifted a finger for chores had hardly stepped into a kitchen in his twenty-odd years; he usually ate at the company, and occasionally a servant from the old manor would come over during holidays.

He called for breakfast to be delivered, and the two began to eat at the dining table. Fang Lv used his left hand to clumsily handle a soup spoon for the porridge. Lu Siyang clicked his tongue, grabbed a tissue to wipe the spilled porridge off the table, and snatched the bowl from in front of Fang Lv.

As he handed the full bowl back, he saw Fang Lv propping up his chin, staring at him intently.