The Arrogant Young Master Targeted by the Overbearing President - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Evasion

Meeting Fang Lv’s eyes, which were brimming with laughter, Lu Siyang’s earlobes turned hot. He let out an unnatural cough and said impatiently, “You really are clumsy.”

After speaking, as if to cover his tracks, he picked up his chopsticks and buried his head in his food.

Lu Siyang usually had a decent appetite, but this morning he didn’t have much of one. After finishing the shredded chicken noodles, he had only taken two sips of the porridge in his bowl before setting down the soup spoon.

He wiped his mouth and picked up his phone to check messages, but from his peripheral vision, he glimpsed Fang Lv picking up his soup bowl and pouring all the remaining porridge into his own bowl. Then, Fang Lv raised the bowl and drank every last drop of the porridge until it was clean.

The fingertips Lu Siyang used to slide across the phone screen suddenly trembled. He pursed his lips and withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened.

Lu Siyang grabbed his phone and said casually, “I’m leaving.”

Fang Lv nodded: “Okay.”

Today, he deliberately didn’t drive his flashy sports car; he called a driver to pick him up. He put on his coat and, without even giving Fang Lv a glance, walked straight out the door. He strode into the car and quickly shut the door.

Fang Lv followed him out, leaning against the doorframe and waving at him. Lu Siyang turned his head away quickly, appearing to frown while browsing Assistant Zhang’s business reports in the WeChat chat box, acting as if he hadn’t noticed.

He knew what he was evading; it seemed that by acting this way, he could create the illusion that he had forgotten to kick the man out because he was in a hurry, rather than having intentionally let him stay.

All day long, Lu Siyang was absent-minded. Even during the meeting, when the business department manager’s report had several consecutive errors, he didn’t even hear them. He changed his usual habit of working overtime until dark; as soon as five o’clock hit, he took the private elevator straight to the underground parking lot.

On the way home, he couldn’t help but stare out the window in a daze. Only when the driver stopped the car outside the villa did Lu Siyang snap back to his senses, tucking away the trance on his face and revealing his usual indifferent arrogance.

He walked to the hall door and was about to raise his hand to enter the passcode when, in the next second, the door opened from the inside as expected.

Fang Lv was wearing a deep gray three-piece suit, looking a bit more restrained and steady than usual. Lu Siyang’s gaze swept over Fang Lv’s feet; he was wearing a pair of pure white indoor slippers he hadn’t seen before.

Lu Siyang raised an eyebrow and asked, “You went out?”

“I went to the mall,” Fang Lv shrugged, his expression innocent. “Your loungewear and slippers were too small; I couldn’t fit into them at all.”

Lu Siyang instinctively said, “Who told you to wear them, I—” Before he could finish, he thought of something, pursed his lips, and didn’t continue.

Fang Lv didn’t press further; he just unbuttoned his suit jacket, hung it on the entryway rack, and turned to go into the kitchen. His movements were so practiced, it was as if this were Fang Lv’s own home.

Lu Siyang took off his shoes and put them in the shoe cabinet. As he bent over, his nose brushed past Fang Lv’s suit jacket. A faint, lingering scent of perfume wafted over. He acted as if by accident, brushing against Fang Lv’s coat; the scent was even stronger than before. Lu Siyang lowered his head to close the cabinet door, his long eyelashes covering a flash of gloom in his eyes.

Crash—

The sound of porcelain breaking interrupted Lu Siyang’s thoughts. He strode quickly into the kitchen, and sure enough—Fang Lv was standing at the counter, with several more plate “corpses” on the floor.

“Hand slipped,” Fang Lv scratched the bridge of his nose, his smile very frank. “Practice makes perfect; it’ll be fine after a few more tries.”

“Forget it,” Lu Siyang squinted coldly at the shards on the floor, his tone icy. “If your hand slips again, the kitchen will be demolished.”

“That won’t do,” Fang Lv pressed open the lid of the rice cooker on the counter, the corners of his mouth turning up. “If I don’t cook, what will my baby eat?”

“Stop calling me that.” Lu Siyang rolled his eyes and leaned over to look into the rice cooker. Upon seeing the contents inside, his gaze couldn’t help but freeze.

Inside the rice cooker was a full pot of steamed white rice, and on top of the rice was a circle of hearts crookedly carved out of carrots.

“How is it,” Fang Lv leaned over, resting his chin on Lu Siyang’s shoulder, asking like he was claiming a reward, “is it pretty?”

It was just a pot of ordinary white rice… what was there to be so proud of… Even as he thought this, when Lu Siyang opened his mouth, it turned into an awkward compliment.

“Mmh… not bad…”

Fang Lv pressed closer, his warm breath fanning against his earlobe: “Then is there a reward?”

Lu Siyang pressed down on the hand that was about to lift the hem of his clothes and scolded, “You’re injured and you’re still not behaving!”

Of course, by the end of this meal, as usual, they ended up back in bed.

In the days that followed, it seemed there was a tacit understanding between the two; Fang Lv simply stayed at Lu Siyang’s house. As for Lu Siyang, he looked annoyed on the surface, but it was as if he had forgotten about the matter, never mentioning a word about kicking Fang Lv out. He kept thinking to himself that, after all, Fang Lv had burned his hand while cooking for him; he would wait… wait until Fang Lv’s hand was better, then he’d let him go. Yes, that was it. Lu Siyang searched for excuses for himself, trying hard not to think about how lame the excuse was.

However, Fang Lv really did what he said he would, researching three meals a day in the kitchen. After a few days like this, his culinary skills actually improved rapidly; not only did he not demolish the kitchen, but the dishes he made were actually passable. During the day, Lu Siyang went to work, and Fang Lv stayed at his house, occasionally going to the bar to check in, but no matter how late it was, he would return without fail.

In these days of ‘nightly songs’ and sleeping in each other’s arms, Lu Siyang actually found himself having the bizarre thought that ‘this isn’t bad’…

Over the weekend, Lu Siyang was tossed around by Fang Lv until the middle of the night, only falling into a heavy sleep toward dawn. After an unknown amount of time, Lu Siyang heard the phone ringing in his sleep. He struggled to open his eyelids and saw Fang Lv holding his phone, getting out of bed to answer it, his voice carrying a deliberately lowered hoarseness.

“Hello.”

Lu Siyang asked muddledly, “Who are you talking to?”

Seeing him awake, Fang Lv brought the phone screen close to his face. Looking at the connected call on the screen, Lu Siyang’s eyes flared with anger: “Who the fuck told you to answer my phone?!”

Fang Lv’s eyes held a trace of innocence: “Your phone kept ringing; I was afraid it would wake you.”

“You still didn’t need to answer it for me!” Lu Siyang grumbled angrily for a few moments and snatched the phone from Fang Lv’s hand. “Muyan, what is it?”

The person calling was Lu Siyang’s good friend, Sheng Muyan, the eldest young master of Shengshi Real Estate. Although he was a few years younger than him, his ability was not to be underestimated. The head of the Sheng family, Sheng Jianguo, was biased, plus there was a wicked stepmother who loved to whisper poison in his ear and a “white lotus” younger brother with eight hundred schemes; one could imagine how much fire and water Sheng Muyan’s life was.

But even so, Sheng Muyan relied on his own strength to keep the white lotus brother from ever rising up and to trample the stepmother firmly under his feet. The Sheng family had even directly given the position of Vice President of Shengshi Real Estate to Sheng Muyan, which showed how meticulous and excellent his mind was. Back when Lu Siyang’s father died, his uncle had usurped a portion of the company’s shares and nearly kicked him out of the board of directors to swallow the company whole. It was thanks to Sheng Muyan’s help that he successfully took back the shares and inherited Lu Corporation. Towards this friend, Sheng Muyan, he felt both gratitude and admiration.

On the other end of the line, Sheng Muyan’s tone was a bit bewildered: “Are you okay? Who was that who just answered the phone?”

Lu Siyang stammered, “I’m fine, don’t mind it. What happened?”

Sheng Muyan said, “There’s something I want to discuss with you.”

“What—” Before he could finish, a sudden pain hit his neck. Fang Lv had actually leaned down and bitten him on his collarbone.

Lu Siyang flew into a rage, kicking the person off him and roaring: “Are you a fcking dog?! I’m on the phone, don’t act up!”

Fang Lv spread his legs and knelt over his waist, looking down at him. The corners of his mouth were set in a cold, hard curve, and in his deep gray eyes, a dangerous aura surged.

Realizing what the other wanted to do, Lu Siyang’s eyes suddenly went wide: “Are you crazy—”

Ignoring his opposition, Fang Lv grabbed his arms and pinned them above his head, his hot lips trailing along his jaw, licking and kissing downward inch by inch. He stared hard at Fang Lv, using his eyes to accuse the other of his wicked behavior, yet the other continued to grind his teeth against the pink flesh of his chest.

“Mnh…”

A light groan escaped his mouth. Lu Siyang’s cheeks burned, and he quickly bit his lower lip. No, he couldn’t let Muyan hear. He pressed his palm firmly over the phone’s receiver; only then did he let out a cry he couldn’t hold back.

“Mmh?” Fang Lv raised his head, his finger tracing circles around Lu Siyang’s waist, his expression half-smiling. “You sound so good; aren’t you afraid your friend will hear?”

Lu Siyang gave Fang Lv a murderous glare—it’s all because of you! Thinking this, yet in the deepest part of his heart, a shameful trace of pleasure arose.

He held his breath, doing his best to control his gasps, took the phone, and said in as normal a voice as possible: “See you at the tea house.” After saying that, without waiting for Sheng Muyan’s response, he hurriedly hung up the phone.

Lu Siyang threw down the phone, and his suppressed breathing finally broke free. Wherever Fang Lv’s fingers went, he arched his waist upward, his white skin gradually flushed pink. Two sets of ragged, heavy breathing gradually converged, giving rise to an atmosphere of sensual beauty in the room…

Lu Siyang lay limply on the bed, the corners of his eyes showing a moist flush, and his chest, exposed outside the quilt, was covered in patches of ambiguous light purple. Fang Lv raised his hand to wipe away the beads of sweat on the tip of his nose and kissed his cheek hard: “You really are delicious.”

Lu Siyang was so tired he could barely open his eyelids. He swung his arm irritably and accidentally hit the phone by the pillow. He snapped his eyes open—right, Muyan’s call! Usually at this time, Muyan should be in his early morning class; calling him this early definitely meant there was something important…

He scrambled up from the bed, wanting to put on his clothes, but as soon as he stood up, his legs went weak and he sat back down. Lu Siyang turned his head and glared fiercely at Fang Lv.

Damn it, it’s all this dog-thing’s fault!

“What is it?” Seeing his expression, Fang Lv sat up in bed, the quilt sliding off his body, revealing a chest that was similarly covered in purple and blue marks.