Gaze At The Scenes Of Debauchery - Chapter 14-17
When they returned to the company, Wen Bai sat in Wen Qing’s car.
There was a traffic jam on the road. Wen Qing stopped and opened the car window. He lit a cigarette, turned his head to the side and asked Wen Bai, “You want one?”
Wen Bai shook his head and stared at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing took a drag on the cigarette and squinted his eyes, “You probably have a lot of questions you want to ask right? Go ahead.”
“What’s your relationship with Yan Han?”
“Our relationship is whatever you think our relationship is.”
“Mo Lin isn’t the only one.”
“I know, he’s not that good at hiding the truth.”
“It’s not that he’s not good at hiding it, it’s that he doesn’t hide it at all! Go and ask anyone in this line of business. Who doesn’t know about Yan Han’s pile of shit?!” Wen Bai felt agitated.
Wen Qing turned his head around and tapped off the cigarette ash outside the window, “I’ve been together with him for twelve years.” His tone was so calm it was like he was merely stating the truth.
“I know Yan Han had someone at home. In the past, I laughed at that person alongside others and said that he was living the fucking life of a good-for-nothing. But I never would have thought that you would be that good-for-nothing,” Wen Bai smiled, full of mockery.
“You don’t understand.”
“Break up with him. Be with me.”
Wen Qing felt like he had heard some kind of funny joke. He put out the cigarette and threw it outside the window before looking towards Wen Bai.
Wen Bai just gazed at Wen Qing silently. He was waiting for the answer he hoped for.
“Wen Bai, do you know?” An emotion known as affection gradually flooded into Wen Qing’s eyes, “You’re too similar to the old Yan Han in the past.”
Wen Qing slightly shifted his body sideways and held onto Wen Bai with great gentleness. Wen Bai stiffened his body and didn’t dare move, Wen Qing said, “If you weren’t so similar to him, perhaps I would have agreed.”
The traffic gradually started to move again. Wen Qing let go of Wen Bai and continued driving.
The entire journey was silent.
Wen Qing gave the file to Wen Bai and didn’t go inside.
When Wen Bai turned around and walked towards the building, Wen Qing suddenly called out and stopped Wen Bai. Wen Bai turned around and looked at him.
Wen Qing smiled and said, “Don’t contact me again in the future. I’ll get someone else to hand in my resignation tomorrow.”
Wen Bai furrowed his brows, “I won’t allow it.”
“I’ve already told Fang Qi about it. I won’t be able to work for long. He also agreed.”
“Why? You aren’t the type of person who is willing to stay at home and wait for another man to present to you the meaning of your entire life.”
“Did you see the contract we signed with Yan Han tonight?”
“Was there something wrong with the contract?”
“There’s nothing wrong now, but if I continue to work here, there will be. However, if I leave, it’ll be a lucrative project.”
“It won’t necessarily be losing battle if Enterprise Wen fought with the Yan’s. At the very least, we will have self insurance.”
Chapter 15
Wen Qing shook his head, “Company Yan is in Yan Han’s hands, but you’re just the heir to Enterprise Wen. Your dad can’t deal with Company Yan.”
“Yan Han doesn’t care about you that much anyways.”
Wen Qing softly laughed, full of self-mockery, “Some people just want to keep something to themselves to ruin, and they’ll never give it to someone else.”
Wen Bai wanted to say something else when Wen Qing averted his gaze, “You should head over now, I’m tired.”
Wen Bai stood there for a long time and still ended up asking, “What did that night mean to you?”
Wen Qing tilted his head, “Perhaps I wanted revenge?”
Wen Bai stubbornly wanted to prove something, “Why me?”
“It actually didn’t matter who it was. It was just to have sex.”
“So is there anyone else other than me?”
Wen Qing nodded, “Of course.”
Wen Bai became absent-minded for a moment and a hint of coldness gradually emerged in his eyes.
Wen Qing watched the leaving figure of Wen Bai from the behind and thought, ‘Kids were just like that. When they said they liked you, it was like they were willing to do anything for you. Yet, the bottom line of what they could tolerate was always so easily touched.’