The Vicious Male Supporting Character Only Wants to Focus on His Career - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Very Easy to Teach

Zhong Shengwan hadn’t actually intended to drink when he messaged He Yingnong; he just wanted to show a little “presence.” Relationships are things that fade if you don’t stay in touch, especially given that his and He Yingnong’s way of meeting was anything but conventional.

The other side didn’t reply, likely because he was busy.

At eight or nine o’clock in autumn, the sky was a deep, quiet black, serene and pleasant.

Zhong Shengwan picked a path that looked pleasing to the eye and strolled forward slowly, planning to call a cab home once he got tired. In his previous life, he had always been exhausted from running—first running for his life, then running for fame. He never had such a leisurely time.

After walking just a few steps, his phone chimed in his pocket. It was He Yingnong: Address

Zhong Shengwan: Is he… coming over? After a moment of hesitation, he sent a location pin.

He Yingnong: Wait

In less than half an hour, a black sedan drove up.

The rear window rolled down, and He Yingnong looked at the youth squatting by the roadside, his neck tilted up like a curious cat: “Get in.”

In the driver’s seat, Liusheng peeked secretly into the rearview mirror.

He watched the youth open the door, climb in, and greet the man with a smooth and natural “Brother Nong.” He wished he could record it on his phone.

A scene like this was truly a first.

Zhong Shengwan was very sensitive to people’s gazes. He glanced at the rearview mirror and raised a hand in greeting: “Hello.”

He had a fair complexion and very dark pupils. Even though his features leaned toward a magnificent and sharp beauty, when he smiled, he still had a unique sense of “milky” cuteness typical of a young boy.

Liusheng instinctively raised his hand: “Hi”

How cute, he thought.

He Yingnong glanced at Zhong Shengwan: “Sit properly. To Orchid Street.”

The latter half was directed at Liusheng.

Liusheng: “Young Master, did you say… Orchid Street?”

Zhong Shengwan knew Orchid Street. It was the most famous bar street in Haicheng, a place of nightly revelry—prosperous but chaotic.

Are we really going drinking?

Is it too late to say I don’t want to go?

That place was too noisy. He actually preferred eating small snacks while watching a TV drama or scrolling through his phone.

He Yingnong glanced at Liusheng.

Liusheng knew the address was correct then. He had been there with friends not long ago; it was lively, but it attracted all sorts of people and was quite messy.

It messed with your heart and your body.

Is it really okay to take a kid there?

Zhong “The Kid” Shengwan didn’t raise any objections to going to the bar street. With He Yingnong’s physique and looks, he would surely attract a flurry of “peach blossoms” (admirers).

Having lived a celibate life in his previous incarnation, perhaps he could get a taste of some “meat” in this life.

Quite good.

As he thought about it, a hint of excitement showed on his face.

He Yingnong remained silent throughout the drive. The light and shadows from the roadside swept across his features; he looked like an incomparably handsome statue.

Until a “click” sounded, accompanied by a flash of light.

He Yingnong looked at Zhong Shengwan, who was holding up his phone.

Zhong Shengwan raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: “I forgot to turn off the… It’s all your fault for being too good-looking. I wanted a souvenir, really.”

He had just been taking a picture of the grass by the road and the flash went off; he’d forgotten to turn it off.

They happened to be at a red light. Liusheng pricked up his ears to listen to the movement in the back seat.

He remembered that the Young Master didn’t like taking photos and disliked media interviews. While it was true he was handsome, he really didn’t like outsiders commenting on his appearance.

Young Master Zhong is practically tap-dancing on the Young Master’s minefield.

An eerie silence followed.

Zhong Shengwan said tentatively: “How about… you take one back?”

He Yingnong recalled the youth’s dejected, drooping eyelashes from that night. He who touches vermilion becomes red… Was he trying to show off, or simply wanting a souvenir?

He looked at Zhong Shengwan, his cold face showing a trace of subtle softness: “Do you want a photo together?”

Liusheng: “…” In a place where I couldn’t see, what kind of “confusing soup” (potion) did this little Young Master of the Zhong family feed my master?

With formal permission, Zhong Shengwan let loose: “Yes!”

All things pleasing to the eye should leave a mark.

Of course, he wasn’t too reckless. He took a photo together, one front-facing shot, and two profile shots from different angles before finishing up.

They soon arrived at Orchid Street. Lights, crowds, and vehicles—the clamor reached the sky even at the street entrance.

He Yingnong: “Get out.”

Zhong Shengwan remembered that the best shops on this street weren’t at the entrance. “Zhong Shengwan” had been here with Jin Yundong before, but he didn’t raise any objections.

Waiting for Zhong Shengwan to get out, He Yingnong handed him a face mask; he was wearing one himself.

Zhong Shengwan: “…” Alright then.

The two of them, wearing masks, walked from one end of the street to the other.

Even with their faces covered, their height, build, and aura were hard to miss and attracted a lot of attention. Of course, the masks themselves might have been a point of attraction.

They were stopped by several groups:

“Little brother, it’s a pity to wear a mask with such beautiful eyes.”

“Can you take off the mask so we can see? If you do, I’ll buy you a drink.”

“Too pretentious! He must be ugly under there!”

They were being blocked, but as soon as He Yingnong looked over, his “don’t-mess-with-me” aura caused everyone to back off automatically—except for two drunks who couldn’t tell good from bad and kept pestering them.

This place never lacked drunk people.

Although it wasn’t late into the night yet, there were all sorts: those crying on the road, those lying flat as if asleep, and those hugging trash cans and talking nonsense.

If someone vomited all over themselves, it would be quite a sight.

Every time they passed a drunk person, He Yingnong would pause for a moment.

After a few times, Zhong Shengwan realized what He Yingnong meant. This added something more to his feelings for He Yingnong, which had previously just been for a “paper character.”

It was likely respect.

This is a friend worth having, he thought.

Walking from the end of the street back to the start, He Yingnong asked Zhong Shengwan: “Do you still want to drink?”

Zhong Shengwan shook his head: “No.” He had drunk enough in his last life. In this life, unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t touch a drop.

He Yingnong recalled the words his assistant had said in the office not long ago: “You have to steel your heart to discipline a child. Sometimes preaching doesn’t work; they might need to feel a bit of pain to remember.”

He Yingnong: “Feel pain?”

Assistant: “Make them stand in a corner, or hit their palms. For boys, if they’re too naughty, you have to be a bit heavy-handed, otherwise they won’t learn. In today’s society, there are too many temptations. If they aren’t managed well… they might go astray at any time.”

The colorful lights and the noisy crowds were right there—seemingly close, yet very far away.

He Yingnong looked into the youth’s bright eyes and said calmly: “Mhm.”

He thought that some kids were actually very easy to teach. They were smart, sensible, and very obedient; there was no need to hit their palms at all.

Not far away, a phone silently recorded this scene.

Jiang Yu, dressed in a nightclub waiter’s uniform, looked expressionlessly at the two masked people in the distance. He didn’t know that man, but as for Zhong Shengwan—he would recognize him even if he turned to ash.

Secretly dating another man… Big Brother Chu is being fooled!

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