My Arranged Marriage Partner Has Two Faces 12

Chapter 12

The character “茴” (fennel) has four different ways of writing, and a single “.” can also have many interpretations.

After racking his brains for more than ten minutes, Xi Shi realized this.

“What else could it mean? He doesn’t want to talk to you anymore, duh.” You Jiayu said casually.

Then he suddenly realized who he was talking to and looked incredulous. “You’re chatting with someone? Don’t you usually hate being clingy online?”

Xi Shi was gay, but sometimes he was also quite straightforward. When he was in the mood, he would directly drive to find someone for a hookup. If his lovers wanted to play the ambiguous game, he would just call them, somewhat lacking in romance.

Of course, it wasn’t that he truly lacked romance; the young master simply didn’t want to bother.

He didn’t do relationships, so naturally, he wouldn’t waste time and energy on his bed partners. He rarely contacted someone for a second time after sleeping with them once. Even though he was such a scumbag, there were still countless people throwing themselves at him.

Catching a glimpse of pink in his peripheral vision, You Jiayu rolled his eyes.

Look, another one was coming.

A rumor had spread that Xi Shi liked pink, so recently, people trying to pick him up often wore this color.

Tonight’s one was particularly excessive, wearing a pink hoodie, pink shorts, a pink hat, and even the hair peeking out from under the hat was also fucking pink, as if he had fallen into a vat of pink dye.

It was that classic Barbie pink.

The bar’s lighting was dim, making the color even more gaudy.

The man held an empty glass and stopped in front of Xi Shi. “Gege, can you buy me a drink?”

Xi Shi was annoyed and didn’t even look at him, kicking You Jiayu instead.

Meaning: deal with it.

How to deal with it?

With that outfit, those seductive eyes, and that suggestive posture…he was clearly here for you.

You Jiayu complained silently, but his face remained neutral. “We’re busy, no time. If you want a drink, ask the bartender to pour you one.”

The man kept looking at Xi Shi, as if he hadn’t heard him, boldly putting his arm around Xi Shi’s. “Gege, what do you think of me?”

His deliberately soft voice was affected and pretentious, and Xi Shi clicked his tongue impatiently.

I think you’re sick.

He placed his glass heavily on the bar counter, and the bartender hurried over. “What’s wrong?”

These two in front of him were VIPs among VIPs, especially Xi Shi, who single-handedly accounted for nearly half of the bar’s revenue. The owner instructed them to serve him well, saying it was better to offend other customers than to displease Young Master Xi.

“Call him a taxi, to 77 Jiangning Road.” Xi Shi pointed at the man who was hitting on him. “I’ll pay for the fare.”

“Pfft.”

77 Jiangning Road was the address of Lincheng’s mental hospital.

You Jiayu looked at the man who stormed off, laughing loudly. “Are you drinking alcohol or poison? Why are your words so venomous?”

Heh, he learned it from Zhong Yuxiao.

Xi Shi, the hand-crippling expert, remained expressionless.

You Jiayu was itching with curiosity. “By the way, who are you chatting with?”

Although that pink guy wasn’t very bright, he had a good figure. His shorts were four inches above his knees, revealing long, straight, and smooth legs, probably waxed, the type Xi Shi would like.

Xi Shi always looked at people’s legs first, but he hadn’t even glanced at the man’s legs just now.

Which amazing person had changed Young Master Xi, making him reject people so decisively, almost like a reformed playboy.

“No one.”

After the full stop, Zhong Yuxiao went silent, not saying whether he was going to the master bedroom to sleep.

Xi Shi was conflicted. He could feel himself paying excessive attention to Zhong Yuxiao, seemingly more than just lust.

Because besides wanting to fuck Zhong Yuxiao, he actually cared about whether the other party was dead or alive.

What was this? Humanitarian concern for a sham marriage partner?

He finished a bottle of wine and asked the bartender for two more.

You Jiayu looked pained. “Hey, this wine has a high alcohol content, are you drinking it like water?”

He drank one glass after another, as if he had been dumped and was drowning his sorrows.

But it was always Xi Shi who dumped others. Who had the ability to dump him? You Jiayu became even more curious about his chat partner.

No one?

It looked like he had been chatting quite a bit.

Xi Shi didn’t want to pay attention to him. “So much nonsense, were your ancestors monks?”

You Jiayu didn’t understand.

“Chanting endlessly.”

“…”

If he knew how to chant, he would definitely use it to cure Xi Shi, this unruly monkey.

You Jiayu couldn’t stop him. They drank until the early hours of the morning, found a nearby hotel, and booked two rooms.

Usually, when Xi Shi was in a bad mood, he would call a lover over to vent. You Jiayu was prepared to be disturbed by the sounds of their activities, but unexpectedly, Xi Shi was surprisingly quiet.

He woke up with a hangover the next day, almost noon. You Jiayu knocked on Xi Shi’s door, but there was no response. He went downstairs and learned that Xi Shi had left at four in the morning.

They had checked into the hotel past three. So Xi Shi stayed in his room for less than an hour before leaving.

You Jiayu wanted to curse.

Fuck, why didn’t he say so earlier? He would have just booked one room.

At seven in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time.

The temperature had dropped recently. After getting dressed, Zhong Yuxiao put on a long trench coat. He had used hair gel today and styled his hair back.

It was said that this made him look more mature.

He got the inspiration from Zhong Zhili. His brother’s usual attire was slicked-back hair and a black suit. He had a nickname within the company – Old Demon.

Because that look made him seem too mature, too steady, too old, and too intimidating.

There was only a one-character difference between “teacher” and “boss,” so it was worth a try.

He smelled alcohol as soon as he stepped out of the bedroom. The living room was a mess, shoes and belts scattered all over the floor.

Zhong Yuxiao walked a few steps forward and saw Xi Shi slumped on the sofa. The young master was disheveled, sleeping soundly, drunk. Perhaps the morning sun was too bright, so he had pulled a pillow over his head.

When did Xi Shi come back?

Zhong Yuxiao hadn’t noticed at all.

Zhong Yuxiao also drank, but he never got drunk. In his opinion, letting alcohol control his mind was a foolish act.

Foolish people do foolish things.

But fools have their own luck.

Thinking of his “kind advice” last night, Zhong Yuxiao brought the complimentary silk duvet and covered Xi Shi with it.

Caring for the mentally challenged is everyone’s responsibility. Do a good deed every day, starting with me.

Xi Shi’s floral shirt was wrinkled, and his collar was wide open, revealing half of his chest.

Zhong Yuxiao’s gaze lingered on the back of Xi Shi’s neck.

The skin there was usually covered by hair and collar, rarely exposed to sunlight. It was very fair, like a hidden forbidden zone.

Zhong Yuxiao suddenly felt a secret, treasure-discovering joy. He reached out, and just as he was about to touch the dark green hair, he suddenly stopped.

Don’t touch.

If he wanted to touch and pinch today, tomorrow he might want to caress and fuck.

Xi Shi wasn’t someone he could casually play with. If they had different sexual roles, they could have a hookup.

The young master was very sexually attractive. Even if he wasn’t his type, fucking a man like this would definitely be amazing, greatly satisfying his desire for conquest.

But they were both tops.

Zhong Yuxiao instead grabbed the silk duvet and pulled it up, covering that alluring neck.

He didn’t like forcing others, and he didn’t like creating trouble for himself. Withdrawing when desire was just budding was the wisest choice. He wasn’t desperate for Xi Shi.

The door closed softly. The sleeping figure suddenly sat up from the sofa. Xi Shi looked down at the slipped duvet.

Hmph, at least Zhong Er had a conscience.

He came back in the early morning and wanted to take a shower, but he didn’t go into the bathroom. Zhong Yuxiao had listened to him and went to the master bedroom, but he locked the door.

Like he was guarding against a wolf.

“Could it be that he’s afraid I’ll get drunk and try to climb into his bed in the middle of the night?”

Xi Shi laughed at his own words. He wasn’t a beast.

There was also a bathroom in the second bedroom. He could have just used that one. Inhaling formaldehyde for one night wouldn’t kill him.

But Xi Shi didn’t know whether he was crazy or what, but he suddenly had a whim, wanting to see Zhong Yuxiao’s reaction, so he just slept on the sofa for a few hours with his alcohol-laden body until Zhong Yuxiao woke up.

The bathroom mirror reflected a haggard face, his eyes bloodshot and red.

Xi Shi rubbed his face. He was definitely crazy. He had a perfectly good hotel room, but he insisted on coming back, and after coming back, he made things difficult for himself.

However, Xi Shi didn’t realize one thing: inexplicable behavior was often the beginning of falling for someone.

He didn’t do relationships and didn’t understand that this conflicted and complex state of mind hid a change in his feelings. He only felt that Zhong Yuxiao had covered him with a duvet. Crazy or not, it wasn’t a complete loss.

Zhong Er was quite interesting, different from the nerds he had met before.

After washing off the smell of alcohol, Xi Shi collapsed onto the large bed. The faint scent of sandalwood lingered on the sheets where Zhong Yuxiao had slept.

The shower gel Zhong Yuxiao used was brought from home, a foreign brand he was used to and hadn’t changed.

The woody scent carried a subtle warmth, smelling gentle and scholarly.

Scent was a medium connecting emotions and memories. Xi Shi was familiar with the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and perfume, but he had never encountered this scent before. Zhong Yuxiao was like an anomaly, suddenly barging into his world.

So the “.” meant agreement. The question that had bothered him all night finally had an answer.

There were two pillows on the bed. Xi Shi grabbed one and hugged it, the lingering scent of sandalwood filling his nostrils. His alcohol-numbed nerves relaxed, he closed his eyes, nuzzled the pillow, and his breathing gradually steadied.

Xi Shi had a dream.

Perhaps influenced by the lingering scent, or perhaps because what he thought about at night appeared in his dreams, he dreamed of his first encounter with Zhong Yuxiao.