The Arrogant Young Master Targeted by the Overbearing President - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Entanglement

Lu Siyang’s breath hitched, and he turned his head away with a stiff expression.

Fang Lv slammed on the brakes and stopped before the crosswalk, hands on the steering wheel, looking to be in an excellent mood.

Rubbing his waist as he sat in the passenger seat, Lu Siyang shot him a cold, sharp glare. If it weren’t for Fang Lv, he would have arrived at the tea house ages ago. He gripped his phone tightly, a sense of anxiety rising in his heart, and couldn’t help but urge: “Can you move any faster?”

“Of course not, baby,” Fang Lv said with a smile, raising a well-defined index finger toward the traffic light. “For your safety, we cannot run red lights.”

Fck, I obviously know we can’t run red lights!

Lu Siyang took a deep breath, feeling stifled, then closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat, falling silent.

Twenty minutes later, the pure black Cullinan stopped outside the tea house. Lu Siyang didn’t bother to say another word; he slammed the car door and walked straight inside.

“Wait!”

Fang Lv rolled down the window and shouted something across the distance, but Lu Siyang didn’t look back as he headed straight for the private room on the second floor.

The two of them used to come to this tea house often, but because he had been busy with Lu Corporation and Sheng Muyan had just taken over Shengshi, they hadn’t met in a long time.

Pushing open the door to the private room, he saw a young man with fair, slender hands by the ebony tea table next to the window. Holding a verdant porcelain pot, he was pouring water into a tea bowl. Seeing Lu Siyang enter, he looked up and smiled: “Sit.”

Lu Siyang took off his coat, hung it on the rack, and strode inside: “Sorry, sorry. Today’s tea is on me.”

Sheng Muyan’s gaze lingered on his neck for a moment. Pushing the tea bowl toward him, a hint of playfulness flashed in his pitch-black eyes: “It’s been hard on you. Have some tea first.”

Realizing where Sheng Muyan was looking, Lu Siyang took the tea bowl with an unnatural expression, though he didn’t have the chance to explain.

“Muyan,” he pulled out a pearwood chair and sat down, his tone urgent, “What exactly is going on? Did that stepmother of yours come up with another devious scheme?”

“It’s not her,” Sheng Muyan shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, “It’s—”

Before he could finish, there were two knocks on the door. Both men turned their heads simultaneously as the door was pushed open from the outside.

A tall, cold, and stern man stood at the door, dressed in a pure black suit with a buzz cut. His white undershirt was open to the chest, revealing a small patch of a cyan tattoo. His entire being exuded an aura of uninhibited coldness.

Upon seeing who it was, Lu Siyang’s face flushed red, and he said angrily: “What are you coming up here for!”

Seeing Fang Lv’s cold and self-contained expression, he secretly grumbled to himself. This man was a pro at putting on an act in public, donning a serious and proper disguise.

Fang Lv’s cool gaze swept over Sheng Muyan, and he gave a slight nod. Sheng Muyan, sitting opposite him, looked stunned for a moment before turning his gaze to Lu Siyang.

“Your phone,” Fang Lv’s gaze moved to Lu Siyang, his tone flat, “You left it in the car.”

Lu Siyang’s expression cramped. He had been in such a hurry to get out of the car that he forgot his phone… He snatched the phone away and gave Fang Lv’s hand a perfunctory shove: “Fine, you can go now.”

Fang Lv suddenly withdrew his hand rapidly, let out a muffled groan, and knit his brows.

Only then did Lu Siyang realize he had just pushed against the other man’s burned right hand.

“You—” Lu Siyang stepped forward and grabbed Fang Lv’s sleeve, sounding nervous, “Did I hit the wound? Let me see!”

Fang Lv shook his head, his tone calm: “It’s nothing. You guys talk, I’m leaving.” After saying that, he pushed open the door and walked out.

Lu Siyang remained in a daze for a long while with his hand still raised before finally snapping back to his senses and sitting back down with a forced smile.

However, for the next minute, he didn’t hear a word of what Sheng Muyan was saying. All he could see was Fang Lv’s pale face and restrained expression before he left. Sitting on the ebony armchair, he felt as if there were thorns under his backside, making him fidget restlessly.

Sheng Muyan noticed his absent-mindedness and stopped the conversation, saying: “He’s injured. Aren’t you going to go check on him?”

“I’m not,” Lu Siyang avoided Sheng Muyan’s searching gaze, toyed with the white jade bowl lid, and said stubbornly, “Whether he lives or dies is none of my damn business.”

“Is that so? That’s great then.” Sheng Muyan raised an eyebrow, intentionally acting delighted. “I think he’s quite handsome. Since you don’t like him, I’ll make my move!”

“Who said I don’t like him!” Lu Siyang blurted out. The next moment, meeting Sheng Muyan’s teasing gaze, his face turned a deep crimson. “I… I’m going to go check on him… that… let’s talk later…”

Not daring to meet Sheng Muyan’s mocking eyes again, he picked up the tea bowl, drained it in one gulp, and ran out as if escaping.

As soon as he stepped out of the tea house, he saw that black Cullinan parked in a spot across the street. Walking toward it, he saw from a distance that Fang Lv was leaning against the driver’s seat, holding a cigarette in one hand, talking to someone on the phone.

Through the half-lowered window, he saw a flash of something sinister cross the other man’s brow. Lu Siyang’s eyelid twitched violently, and his footsteps slowed.

He stood frozen in place, quietly gazing at Fang Lv’s face. It seemed… he had never seen Fang Lv with this kind of expression before. The usually upturned corners of his mouth were pressed into a thin line, and there wasn’t a trace of emotion in his light gray eyes. The occasional sharp glint in his gaze carried a terrifying aura that made people want to stay away. His already well-defined face looked even more sharp and intimidating due to his current expressionless state.

The usual pestering and playful expressions were nowhere to be found on this cold, unyielding face, as if the two versions of him were merely people who happened to share the exact same face.

Beep beep—

A car waiting behind the crosswalk for him to pass honked twice. The next moment, Fang Lv looked over in this direction.

The surprise in his eyes flashed and vanished, replaced immediately by the cold, hard lines of his brow softening significantly. Fang Lv hung up the phone and stubbed out the cigarette in the car’s ashtray.

Lu Siyang glanced at the phone Fang Lv had tossed aside; the screen hadn’t locked yet, and he vaguely saw that the caller’s name consisted of two characters before the screen went black.

Fang Lv started the car and asked casually: “Finished talking?”

Lu Siyang kept his eyes down and didn’t speak; he just reached out and grabbed Fang Lv’s right hand. Flipping it over to inspect the back under his gaze, Lu Siyang’s brows knit together.

On the wheat-colored skin, the large patch of light purple skin from the hot porridge had faded by half, but the blisters had actually broken before they could deflate, leaking yellowish fluid.

“What happened,” Lu Siyang poked the back of Fang Lv’s hand with his fingertip and looked up at him, “It’s been over a week, why isn’t it better yet?”

Fang Lv said dismissively, “It’s nothing. Might just be my constitution.”

Lu Siyang’s frown deepened as he inspected the hand closely: “What do you mean ‘nothing’, you—”

His pupils suddenly trembled. The skin on the blisters on the back of Fang Lv’s hand was completely gone; it clearly looked like it had been torn away. Lu Siyang pressed down hard on the wound with his thumb, his face darkening: “Is this fun for you?”

Fang Lv squinted in pain but didn’t pull his hand back, his gaze fixed steadily on Lu Siyang’s eyes: “If I get better, won’t you just kick me out?”

“You…” For a moment, Lu Siyang was stuck between laughter and tears, not knowing what to say.

“Don’t be angry,” Fang Lv squeezed his palm. Though he was smiling, there was a hint of a pitiful tone in his voice. “I just wanted to stay with you for a few more days.”

In the next second, Lu Siyang felt his emotions like a surging wave; irritation and a sour ache filled his chest, yet on the surface, he remained as calm as a light breeze. He released Fang Lv’s hand and said calmly: “Let’s go get it dressed first.”

“Okay.” A light flashed in Fang Lv’s eyes as he turned to start the car.

After going to the hospital for treatment, Lu Siyang had Fang Lv drop him straight at the company. It wasn’t until several hours later that he finally realized Sheng Muyan was still waiting for him at the tea house.

He called him back; Sheng Muyan said the matter had been resolved and incidentally asked about his relationship with Fang Lv. Lu Siyang was overcome with shame and could only give a stammering, vague answer.

After hanging up, Lu Siyang stared blankly out the floor-to-ceiling window. What exactly was the relationship between him and Fang Lv now? Fck buddies? Bed partners? Or…

A couple…

A couple?

The hand Lu Siyang had resting on the desk suddenly shook. He repeatedly chewed over those two words in his mind. Outside the window, a cotton-like cloud drifted across the bright blue sky, blocking out most of the sunlight. Looking at the light that had suddenly dimmed around him, Lu Siyang gave a mocking smile. How could they possibly be a couple?

Lu Siyang’s standards were publicly known in their circle to be sky-high. His ideal partner wasn’t someone with Fang Lv’s wild and uninhibited manner; they were supposed to be self-disciplined, upright, and capable both in the living room and the kitchen…

Speaking of the kitchen, the taste of Fang Lv’s cooking had improved quite a bit lately; at least he hadn’t demolished the kitchen again. Lu Siyang suddenly thought of the burn on the back of Fang Lv’s hand again and couldn’t help but curse; he really was a fool.

He found his heart divided in two—one half full of pity, the other screaming at him to stay away. He was standing at a crossroads, hesitating. He thought he knew what this meant. But since Fang Lv’s wound hadn’t healed yet, he still had time; he could continue to evade with a clear conscience.

He had been tossed around by Fang Lv until midnight the night before, and after handling the accumulated documents, he felt like his temples were going to explode. Outside, it was already getting dark. Lu Siyang stood up to stretch his stiff back and couldn’t help but wonder if Fang Lv was already in the kitchen at this time.

Fang Lv’s culinary skills and his passion for cooking were, miraculously, directly proportional; he had gone from barely edible to a passable taste, especially that dish he made yesterday—

Wait. He shook his head. Why had he been subconsciously thinking about Fang Lv so much lately? This was not a good sign. He needed time to think and had to avoid being slowly invaded by the other, having his reason eroded bit by bit.

The driver stopped the car outside the villa. Before Lu Siyang even got out, he saw the courtyard lights shining from a distance. The warm white light, with a misty glow, filled the void in his heart. He walked to the hall door; this time, again, before he could even enter the passcode, the door opened. Fang Lv was waiting at the door again, precisely on time every single time.