MBFAAO 8: I Want This Person

At the door, Hu Fan uneasily whispered instructions, “Be careful not to offend anyone, just come out after a bit. I’ll wait for you in the car outside, understand?”

Cheng Yan was silent for a while. “Okay, I’ll go. However, next time…”

“There is no next time, little ancestor¹An exasperated term of endearment or frustration. In Chinese culture, ancestors are revered and catered to. Calling a young person a “little ancestor” means they are high-maintenance, stubborn, or someone you have to constantly clean up after and beg to behave.!” Hu Fan almost wanted to beg him for mercy. “If I knew you were this stubborn, I wouldn’t have called you no matter who else I called—a good thing others fight broken heads for!”

Cheng Yan finally smiled. Even though he was stubborn, he was ultimately sensible in his heart.

After going in, even if it’s teasing and mockery, he would just endure it for a bit and it will pass. Over the years, the ridicule and malice he’s suffered, which part of it wasn’t bigger than this?

Pushing open the door, the lights in the private room were dim, with the blurry, ambiguous psychedelic lights slowly spinning. Some people were sitting on the sofa, while others were holding girls dancing slowly in the front.

Cheng Yan had excellent eyesight. With one glance, he saw Zhou Yunying sitting right next to that fat director, singing a duet together softly and slowly.

Being able to break into the top ten of Voice and Visual Idol and ranking fifth this time, he naturally had some real skills.

At this moment, his voice was clear and bright, his singing soft. Cooperating so gently like this, it made even that middle-aged fat director’s singing seem a bit more pleasant.

Cheng Yan silently sat down on the outermost edge of the sofa, trying to minimize his presence, but this trick wasn’t very effective. Soon, that Shi Jun came over, looking at him as if he were a rarity.

“Hey, isn’t this the child who said he loves to sing?” He smiled and handed over the microphone. “Come on, come on, sing a song for us to hear, I’m super curious!”

As he spoke, the people in the private room all noticed this side, turning their heads one by one to look.

Cheng Yan pondered for a moment. “I’m sorry, my throat is uncomfortable today, so I really have no way to sing.”

At this, the people in the room couldn’t help but laugh.

Shi Jun was even more overjoyed. Seeing his clear gaze under the light and how particularly serious that delicate face looked, he wanted to reach out and poke it. “I say you’re really quite something, putting on such big airs…”

Before he could poke Cheng Yan’s face, his hand was suddenly grabbed by someone. The next moment, his body was unceremoniously yanked to the side.

Lin Liekai plopped down beside Cheng Yan, stretching out his long, slender legs as he pleased, crowding Shi Jun out. “Roll to the side, don’t bully the child.”

“What child, is any one of them still a minor?!” Shi Jun was unconvinced. He wasn’t picky about men or women, and usually played the craziest. Whenever he met someone pretty like this, he wanted to tease them. “Why don’t you ask him how old he is? If he’s under eighteen, I’ll go leak the news that Young Master Jin’s company signs minors!”

Jin Xun smiled and cursed. “Bah, he was sent by that small company Yunxing. If he’s a minor, it’s their pot to carry²Internet slang. “To carry the pot” (背锅) means to take the blame or serve as the scapegoat..”

Lin Liekai turned his head and suddenly asked, “How old are you? Tell the truth.”

His eyes were rarely good-looking. Even placed in the entertainment industry, they were the kind that could withstand the scrutiny of a camera lens. His features were deep, and his gaze carried a bit of a wicked air. When he looked at someone intently, no matter if it was a man or a woman, their heartbeat would speed up a little.

Being looked at by him, Cheng Yan’s heartbeat also sped up slightly. He thought for a bit before answering seriously, “On my ID card, I’m eighteen, but my psychological age is older.”

This sentence was the one-hundred-percent honest truth, but when heard in the ears of others, it sounded even more childish, like a child, both chuunibyou³A Japanese loanword (chuunibyou) widely used in Chinese internet culture. It describes teenagers who have delusions of grandeur, act overly dramatic, or claim to have an “old soul” or hidden powers. and silly.

Even Lin Liekai, who had been looking at him seriously, couldn’t hold it in anymore, pressing his temples and letting out a laugh.

He lazily raised the beer bottle in his hand, turning his head to look at Shi Jun. “Drink. Whoever doesn’t drink openly is a grandson⁴In Chinese slang, calling someone a “grandson” is highly derogatory. It implies they are a coward, a weakling, or subservient to you (who gets to be the “grandfather”)..”

The private room became lively again. Lin Liekai just sat carelessly beside Cheng Yan, drinking alone on one hand, while absentmindedly playing with his phone on the other.

The singing and music were a bit noisy, but Lin Liekai was quite quiet. With his broad body blocking the way, their side actually seemed like a quiet little world.

Cheng Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the young man beside him turned his face, his pitch-black eyes staring at Cheng Yan. “What is your name?”

The room was noisy and clamorous. Cheng Yan’s throat was hoarse, making his responding voice even harder to hear clearly. “My name is Cheng Yan.”

Lin Liekai froze, staring at him blankly for a moment, before muttering a sentence, “To think he’s also called…”

He didn’t continue speaking, gazing absentmindedly at the wine glass in his hand. He then suddenly gulped it down in one mouthful.

Drinking this mouthful so hurriedly, he choked a few times. He cursed something in a low voice, stood up, and walked toward the bathroom.

To the side, Shi Jun quietly nudged Jin Xun. “I say, what’s going on? Why is Lin-ge acting so weird tonight? Drinking so much?”

Jin Xun held his wine glass, his pair of peach blossom eyes misty. “Don’t provoke him, he’s in a bad mood.”

Thinking for a moment, he added with an ambiguous smile. “His first love died.”

Shi Jun was caught off guard and startled. “What?! Who died? When has he ever had a first love? Isn’t he famously known for having eyes above the top of his head⁵An idiom meaning someone is incredibly haughty, snobbish, and looks down on everyone because their standards are impossibly high., finding everyone too dirty to look at?”

Jin Xun glanced at him, smiling but not speaking.

…

In the bathroom, Shi Jun pushed the door and entered, just in time to see Lin Liekai with a slightly flushed face, slowly washing his hands under the faucet.

Shi Jun leaned over, grinning cheekily. “Right, ge, when the party disperses later, is there anyone you’ve got your eye on to take away?”

Lin Liekai opened his eyes, his ink-like pupils carrying a hint of drunkenness. “Take away my ass. Do you think everyone is like you, not avoiding meat or vegetables?”

“I was just asking. I know you’re not into this.” Shi Jun grinned. “You said you didn’t want anyone, so I’m taking that one.”

Lin Liekai paused, turning off the faucet. “Which one?”

Shi Jun eating both men and women wasn’t a secret among this group of friends. As long as it was consensual, playing around with little stars and little wild models was never something he hid from others.

He winked and made faces as he said, “That eighteen-year-old one, of course. I don’t know why his voice sounds awful, but his face is truly seductive. I was thinking, maybe when he moans in bed, that hoarse sound will be even better to listen to…”

Lin Liekai’s face looked strangely awful, impatiently interrupting him, “Don’t touch him. He didn’t even want to attend the drinking party.”

“Eh?” Shi Jun paused. “What do you mean? You don’t want him yourself, but you won’t allow me to have him?”

Between buddies, there wasn’t such a rule!

Lin Liekai looked sideways, staring deeply at him. “So if I don’t want him, you’re going to get him into bed tonight, is that it?”

“Yeah!”

“…Then I want him.” Lin Liekai stuck his head under the faucet, letting the splashing water run all over his face. There were some bloodshot streaks in his eyes.

Cheng Yan gripped the room card the secretary had stuffed into his hand, his eyes wide.

“Support Young Master Lin well, he’s drunk.” The Jin family’s secretary carefully instructed. Seeing this youth looking a bit at a loss, he kindly offered a tip, “Young Master Lin specifically asked for you. Serve and take care of him well—it’s a massive stroke of luck.”

The people in the private room had all left, each putting their arms around the beauties they had their eyes on. Zhou Yunying had also followed that director away at some unknown time. Only the two of them were left at the door.

Cheng Yan’s arm sank. The tall man hung onto him, eyes half-squinted, his face flushed red.

Cheng Yan was troubled, but he couldn’t just throw aside this whatever Young Master Lin and ignore him.

He sighed, exerted his strength, and half-supporting, half-pulling, he finally managed to get the drunk man to the guest room on the sixth floor.

The private club was a rare high-class place in the city. Client privacy was handled well, the caliber of guests coming here was high, and there was rarely any messy business. On his way up, Cheng Yan noticed there wasn’t even a single camera in the hallway.

Swiping the room card to open the private room door, the ambient lighting immediately lit up. The central control sound system softly began to play, broadcasting the beautiful Today was a Fairytale, a Valentine’s Day golden hit.

The man in the crook of his arm grew heavier and heavier, practically sprawling over his body. This body of Cheng Yan’s really couldn’t be considered strong—having finally managed with great difficulty to get Lin Liekai to sit on the edge of the bed, he had already broken out in a thin sweat.

Remembering the words the secretary had instructed just now, he vaguely understood in his heart.

He should have turned around and left, but he also knew that these people tonight must all be investors the company had desperately tried to connect with. If he dared to leave them hanging, he feared Hu-ge would be in big trouble when going back, and he himself would be even more unable to escape involvement.

Thinking for a moment, he ran into the bathroom. He ran the hot water and wet a towel, walked to the edge of the bed, and helped wipe Lin Liekai’s face.

This young man looked to be only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, calling him a big boy would also be fine. Being wiped by this warm towel, the flush on his face deepened a bit. Beside his straight bridge of the nose, the lines of his cheeks faintly carried a bit of drunken sluggishness. However, it was also handsome and sharp, simply making it impossible for people to tear their eyes away.

Lin Liekai only felt comfortable being rubbed by the hot towel. Dazedly opening his eyes, he was caught off guard, meeting Cheng Yan’s face right in front of his eyes.

He had drunk more sullen alcohol than ever before. At this moment, his temples were aching and throbbing, his mind was a blur of dizziness. The figure in front of him had blurry features, unable to be seen clearly.

Just as he was in a trance, that face drew closer. The expression was serious, yet not timid. It was a pair of dark, round eyes looking down, extremely long eyelashes half-concealing the light in the eyes.

However, even though they were half-concealed like this, those eyes still radiated with flowing light and brilliant colors, the pupils quietly reflecting Lin Liekai’s blurry silhouette.

Sensing Lin Liekai opening his eyes, Cheng Yan stepped back a bit, smiling distantly. “You’re awake?”

Lin Liekai stared blankly, squinting his eyes. There was a slight ringing in his ears, and he could only see that pair of crystal-bright eyes close at hand, the appearance overlapping with that deeply rooted face from his youth.

He furrowed his brows in confusion. Was he dreaming again? After reaching adulthood, he hadn’t had such strange and shameful dreams for a long time. After all, those regarding his most secret fantasies only existed during his ignorant and innocent adolescent years.

He dazedly reached out his hand, suddenly grabbing the figure in front of him, and pulling him heavily down onto the bed.

Staring blankly for only a few seconds, he lowered his head, and pressed his fiery lips onto the lips of the youth beneath him. 

Cheng Yan was caught off guard, his whole person completely dumbfounded. His body stiffened, his lips burning hot. In an instant, there was a momentary blankness in his brain.

His height was only about 178 cm, a full half-head shorter than the fit and tall youth on top of him. Being pressed down like this and having his wrists grabbed, he was at an obvious disadvantage, surprisingly unable to break free.

As he increased his strength to struggle, the plundering on his lips became even more forceful.

Cheng Yan’s face flushed blood-red. Amidst the contact of the two young bodies, Cheng Yan’s body suddenly stiffened, sensing something was wrong.

Both being men, what didn’t he understand? Poking at his was…

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  An exasperated term of endearment or frustration. In Chinese culture, ancestors are revered and catered to. Calling a young person a “little ancestor” means they are high-maintenance, stubborn, or someone you have to constantly clean up after and beg to behave.
• 2
  Internet slang. “To carry the pot” (背锅) means to take the blame or serve as the scapegoat.
• 3
  A Japanese loanword (chuunibyou) widely used in Chinese internet culture. It describes teenagers who have delusions of grandeur, act overly dramatic, or claim to have an “old soul” or hidden powers.
• 4
  In Chinese slang, calling someone a “grandson” is highly derogatory. It implies they are a coward, a weakling, or subservient to you (who gets to be the “grandfather”).
• 5
  An idiom meaning someone is incredibly haughty, snobbish, and looks down on everyone because their standards are impossibly high.