The Former Assistant Seduced The Current President - Chapter 4

Since he had ordered a drink at the bar and returned to his corner, people had been constantly coming over to chat with Yan Xi. One man with a full beard was particularly persistent, refusing to take no for an answer despite being rejected several times.

Yan Xi was so annoyed that when the man cornered him and demanded his contact information again, he could not help but snap, “Get lost!”

The man used this as an excuse to make a scene, pretending to be deeply wounded, and insisted on grabbing Yan Xi to demand an explanation. Realizing the situation was turning against him, Yan Xi kicked him away and ran into the crowd to escape. Unfortunately, no sooner had he run out the door than he collided with an innocent passerby. Before he could apologize, the bearded man followed him out.

Knowing his current physical state was weak, Yan Xi’s survival instinct led him to seek protection. His brain, numbed by alcohol, was temporarily offline, but his aesthetic sense remained sharp. Relying on instinct, he grabbed the tall man with striking features standing in front of him. It was an animal nature to seek out beautiful members of one’s own species.

Yan Xi struggled to turn around while clutching the man, pressing himself against the man’s shoulder. He glared at the bewildered bearded man with a cold, fierce growl. “Go away! My boyfriend is here.”

His acting was terrible, and his improvisation was full of holes. The bearded man, while drunk, was lucid enough to sneer and step forward to expose the ruse. However, the man Yan Xi was holding suddenly looked up. His eyes were sharp and chilling, radiating an intimidating, fierce, and rogue like aura.

The man uttered a single word in a low, deep voice: “Get lost!”

His presence was anything but an act. The bearded man took half a step back, sizing Shi Ye up. He could tell that despite the stranger’s youth, he was clearly someone not to be trifled with, and a confrontation would only end in his own defeat. He retreated, nursing his resentment.

The bar door slammed shut with a thunderous bang. With the threat gone, Yan Xi’s tensed nerves relaxed instantly. Fueled by the alcohol, he began to doze off, still clinging to the man.

Shi Ye shifted his shoulder, trying to push away the sheep like head resting against him. “They are gone. Get up.”

Yan Xi did not move. He actually tightened his grip on Shi Ye’s suit, eyes closed, muttering, “Scum! Jerk!”

As he spoke, his swaying head brushed his soft hair against Shi Ye’s throat. The air smelled of sweet wine, like a lamb that had grazed on wild fruits in the mountains, its body stained with juice.

Shi Ye stared down at him, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he threatened, “If you do not get up, are you planning to come home with me?”

Yan Xi was a drunken fish, his memory span only seven seconds long. Unable to process the context, he responded purely to the immediate dialogue: “Go, let us go. Whoever does not go is a dog!”

A private elevator took them directly to the door of the top floor suite. Shi Ye pushed the door open and tossed the hopelessly drunk little lamb inside.

He had walked out for a stroll and ended up picking someone up. Shi Ye had lived for over twenty years and had never encountered anything so absurd. What was more absurd was that he had actually brought the person home. Was it brain hypoxia from too much flying, or was it just jet lag?

Shi Ye laughed at himself, took a sniff of the alcohol scent on his body, tossed his tie aside, and grabbed his pajamas to head into the bathroom.

A cold draft blew in through the partially open window, and the sudden drop in temperature made the sleeping Yan Xi shiver. Struggling to lift his eyelids, he leaned against the chair back, wobbling as he climbed off the sofa to inspect his surroundings. What is this place? It looks pretty luxurious.

Before he could reflect, the sound of running water stimulated a certain instinct. His head was spinning, so he held onto the wall, stumbled toward the bathroom, and pushed the door open. The steam obscured his vision, and his consciousness remained chaotic. Relying entirely on instinct, he leaned against the toilet tank and unzipped his pants.

Just as the smart toilet began its cycle, the sound of water in the shower stopped. Yan Xi’s hazy brain cleared for a split second, and he turned around, peering through the glass door at the naked man standing under the showerhead. Inside the glass door, Shi Ye wiped away the water droplets and saw the little lamb standing by the toilet, pulling up his pants.

Both froze.

“What are you doing? Why am I here?” Yan Xi was terrified.

Shi Ye combed his hair back, wiped the water from his face, and said calmly, “Did you not bring me here?”

The glass door slid open, the mist dispersed, revealing the man’s well defined and graceful muscle lines.

“I brought you here?” Yan Xi’s voice was thin, his usual cool composure completely gone. Did he get drunk and bring someone to a hotel? When did he become so capable? Is it too late to run away? Would that be rude? He already took a shower.

Shi Ye leaned against the bathroom door with his arms crossed, watching the once aloof little lamb become panicked and conflicted, finding it highly entertaining. He admitted he was not a saint; when he brought him home, he certainly had impure intentions in his heart. But now, those intentions were eighty percent pure.

Under the warm lighting, Yan Xi’s hair was messy, and his rapidly fluttering eyelashes betrayed his emotions. Whether from drunkenness or embarrassment, his cheeks were flushed, a heat that spread to his ears and neck. He was a different person from the fierce, yelling man at the bar entrance.

Instinct told Shi Ye that the little lamb was definitely not like this when sober; some sceneries were limited editions. And he was undoubtedly lucky.

The cold scent of the body wash and the rich aroma of the sweet wine collided in the air, intoxicating. Yan Xi felt even more drunk. Shi Ye was clearly feeling his body lose control, a sensation that was both strange and novel.

“Why, are you regretting it?” he spoke slowly, provocatively. “Or should I say you are too afraid?”

The hazy steam in the bathroom suddenly transformed into the dim light of the underground garage, making Yan Xi think of Cheng Zhen, the orange sports car, and those ambiguous scratch marks in the photo. Chaotic, struggling emotions leaked from his eyes.

Shi Ye increased the pressure, continuing to taunt him: “Are you even an adult? Do you want a bottle of milk to sober up?”

“Do not look down on me!” Sure enough, no male species could resist a taunt, and a sheep was no exception.

“That is good,” the amused voice replied.

Before Yan Xi could react, the man reached out, dragged him into the bathroom, and pinned him against the cold wall.

Yan Xi had a dream. He was walking on a beach and was swept into the deep sea by a giant wave. The waves rolled in one after another, carrying him up and down. After a moment of calm, a new round of crashing billows arrived. The boundless seawater filled him with fear. He struggled to swim back to the shore, but his hands and feet were caught by the rising waves and dragged back into the sea. Finally, he gave up and let himself drift, no longer wasting his energy.

After swimming all night, when he opened his eyes the next morning, Yan Xi felt sore all over, as if his bones were falling apart. He sat up, rubbing his lower back, and the first thing he saw was several glaring foil packaging bags on the floor. Yan Xi turned into stone instantly. The second thing he saw was the man sleeping beside him. The stone turned Yan Xi cracked.

The man was sound asleep, black hair hiding his forehead; only the high bridge of his nose and his superior jawline were visible. Yan Xi did not dare to stare closely at the man’s face because, even more striking than that face, was the man’s currently prominent physical state. He grabbed the quilt and pushed it toward the other person, trying to block the breathtaking scene.

The hard drive in Yan Xi’s brain storage began to work, replaying fragments of memories. Unfortunately, the hard drive had been corroded by alcohol, and the storage was damaged; the images were intermittent and illogical. After several attempts to receive data ended in failure, Yan Xi gave up.

However, while his image memory failed, his tactile memory was unexpectedly activated. The sensation of being slapped by the waves was exceptionally clear; he even had the illusion that the other person had not left yet.

Yan Xi went silently berserk for half a minute. He looked down at himself, the various marks making it clear that the waves last night were indeed quite large. Never in his twenty six years had he been in such a pathetic state.

He climbed out of bed on tiptoe, picked up his still damp clothes from the bathroom door, put them on one by one, messed up his hair, and moved toward the door with unsteady steps. He reached the doorknob, paused, and felt guilty. If his memory served him right, he was the one who had proactively entangled himself with this person. Slipping away silently seemed inappropriate. But if he waited for the man to wake up and they locked eyes, Yan Xi would surely die of shame on the spot.

After thinking it over, it was better to leave quietly and never meet again. So, what should I use to express my offense and apology? In the adult world, it was better to be direct.

Luckily, he still had some cash in his pocket. Yan Xi rummaged through his clothes for a long time and pulled out several banknotes. He counted them: seven hundred yuan total. The suite could not have been cheap, so even if they split it, he should not let the other person lose money. Yan Xi gritted his teeth, took off the thin platinum chain from his neck, and left it with the seven hundred yuan on the other person’s pillow. Then, supporting his lower back, he ran away without looking back.

At 2:00 p.m., the YK company held its first official meeting after the new president took office. Rumors had it that the new president was a strong willed second generation heir who played by his own rules and was difficult to deal with. Facts proved that rumors often had a basis; sitting at the front of the conference room, Shi Ye’s expression was terrifyingly cold. Beneath his sharp, sword like brows, his black eyes were deep, making it impossible to guess what the young president was thinking.

“President Shi, everyone is here,” Manager Ma, the head of administration, reminded him in a low voice. “We can begin.”

Shi Ye looked around the venue and asked casually, “Who is responsible for booking the flights?”