What to Do When Mistaken for the CEO’s Brother? 28

Chapter 28

The sports car’s trunk was too small. Despite his best efforts, Murong Yan only managed to fit one suitcase inside.

When Murong Cheng returned with the third suitcase, Murong Yan leaned against the car, chuckling wryly.

“It won’t fit. I’ve called a driver.”

Murong Cheng immediately panicked. “Who? Yu Qi or Xia Jie?”

“Xia Jie,” Murong Yan looked at him, confused.

“Then I’ll be going!” Murong Cheng said, abandoning his luggage and turning to run.

“Where are you going?” Murong Yan grabbed the hood of his down jacket.

“You, me, all this luggage… going to your place… how do we explain that?” Murong Cheng looked around frantically, pulling away from the CEO’s grasp. “Your place isn’t far. I’ll go myself! Look, there are plenty of shared bikes!”

He rushed towards a row of yellow bikes and quickly unlocked one with his phone.

Xia Jie would probably help Murong Yan carry the luggage upstairs, which would take time. If he went with them, it would be difficult to avoid being seen by his roommate. Walking would be safer.

But now that he had unlocked a bike, he couldn’t just change his mind. He took a long detour, avoiding the direct route to Murong Yan’s apartment.

The cold winter air numbed his ungloved hands, forcing him to return the bike earlier than planned.

His phone buzzed. A message from Murong Yan.

[Y: Xia Jie left. Where are you?]

Where was he? He fumbled with his frozen fingers, checking his location. Typing was too difficult, so he sent a voice message.

[Cheng: Almost there… about ten minutes.]

Ten minutes. About the same time it would have taken to walk.

Murong Yan didn’t reply. He shoved his phone into his pocket, rubbing his hands together for warmth, and continued walking.

Two intersections later, he reached Murong Yan’s apartment complex.

He suddenly realized he didn’t have a key card for the main gate. And he couldn’t find the entrance.

He had arrived by car last time, through the vehicle entrance, which didn’t have pedestrian access. Did no one walk here?

He walked further, about to call Murong Yan when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned around and saw the CEO.

“Yan-ge, what are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes widening in surprise and delight.

“Coming to take you home,” Murong Yan said, taking his hand naturally, then frowned. “Your hands are freezing.”

Murong Cheng’s eyes crinkled in pleasure as the CEO’s warm hand enveloped his. “I rode a bike.”

Murong Yan took both of his hands in his. “Better?”

“I’m not that fragile,” Murong Cheng chuckled, his eyes sparkling.

Looking into those bright eyes, Murong Yan felt a surge of affection.

He pulled Murong Cheng closer and kissed his eyelids.

As if that wasn’t enough, he leaned down and kissed his lips.

A soft, gentle kiss.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring Murong Cheng’s mouth, stealing his breath. The kiss was both demanding and tender, intoxicating. Murong Cheng melted against him, lost in the moment.

He forgot they were on a busy street, his world narrowing to the man holding him.

Murong Yan finally pulled away, holding him close. Murong Cheng inhaled his scent, his arms tightening around him.

“Let’s go home,” Murong Yan said, taking his hand again.

He led him towards the entrance of the complex, and Murong Cheng finally understood why he hadn’t been able to find it.

The entrance to this luxury complex was different from his own.

His old complex had a combined entrance for pedestrians and vehicles, separated by a sidewalk. But this entrance was hidden, tucked away inside the building complex. He had mistaken it for the entrance to a shopping mall.

“Such a hidden entrance,” he commented.

It was designed to keep out unwanted visitors. Either drive in, but the license plate was scanned at the gate, or enter through this hidden pedestrian entrance, which was impossible to find without being guided.

“It is a bit convoluted. I rarely use this entrance myself,” Murong Yan agreed.

Of course, you don’t. You always drive, Murong Cheng thought.

The wealthy residents probably never walked, so they didn’t care about the pedestrian entrance. This hidden entrance enhanced the complex’s security.

Murong Yan’s building was located at the far end of the complex, away from the noisy streets, quiet and with a good view. It was probably the best building in the entire complex, which wasn’t saying much, as there were only a few buildings, spaced far apart.

“The housekeeper isn’t here,” Murong Yan said, seeing him looking around nervously after they stepped out of the elevator.

“Oh,” Murong Cheng relaxed, relieved.

“Open the door,” Murong Yan said, gesturing towards the door with his chin.

Murong Cheng walked forward.

“Welcome home,” a cheerful female voice announced as his fingerprint was recognized, and the door unlocked.

It really felt like home. He smiled, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

Three suitcases sat by the door, as if welcoming him.

“You didn’t need to bring so much. I’ve had everything prepared,” Murong Yan said.

Two identical glasses sat beside the water dispenser on the dining table. In the bedroom, two identical pillows rested on the large bed. In the bathroom, two identical toothbrushes and cups stood side by side.

The realization that they were truly living together now filled him with a warmth that spread through his chest. He turned and hugged Murong Yan, his arms around his neck.

He clung to him like a koala, his bright eyes fixed on the CEO’s face.

“What’s wrong?” Murong Yan asked, confused.

Seeing him clinging to him, not speaking, his eyes darkening, his voice turning husky.

Murong Cheng loosened his grip, accidentally bumping against the liquor cabinet. A wine glass slipped from the rack.

Murong Yan caught it with a swift movement, placed it back on the rack, and looked at Murong Cheng.

“Yan-ge…” His voice was unexpectedly husky, as if roughened by sandpaper. He cleared his throat and looked up, noticing the CEO’s gaze fixed on his neck.

A moment later, he was lifted into Murong Yan’s arms.

“Ah… Murong Yan…” he protested weakly, trying to wriggle free.

But Murong Yan held him firmly, carrying him towards the bedroom.

“Let’s take a shower.”

He hadn’t even spent a night in Murong Yan’s apartment before being thoroughly ravished.

Murong Yan went to the living room to retrieve some ointment, leaving Murong Cheng hiding under the covers, his cheeks burning, his body bearing the marks of their encounter.

He hadn’t expected this to happen in the middle of the day. Now he wouldn’t be able to leave the apartment, and he would probably have to spend tomorrow in bed too.

“What are you doing? Trying to suffocate yourself?” Murong Yan’s muffled voice came through the covers.

Murong Cheng groaned and stayed hidden.

“Get up,” Murong Yan said, playfully slapping his backside.

Murong Cheng jumped, almost falling out of bed.

“Murong Yan!” he glared at him, pouting. “What do you want?”

“Here,” Murong Yan said innocently, offering him a glass of water. “Thirsty?”

Murong Cheng glared at him again, took the glass, and downed it in one gulp, then coughed, his face turning red.

“Cough, cough…”

Murong Yan took the glass and reached out to pat his back.

“Don’t… don’t touch me…” Murong Cheng flinched away.

The last time, in the hotel room, the aftereffects had lasted for days. He had thought it would be better this time, but the soreness was just as intense, made worse by his lack of sleep.

“Let me apply some ointment,” Murong Yan said, holding up a small tube.

Murong Cheng’s face burned again.

“I can do it myself,” he mumbled.

“Lie down on your stomach. Be good,” Murong Yan’s voice was gentle but firm.

Murong Cheng reluctantly obeyed.

The cool ointment soothed the soreness, but the embarrassment remained.

Lying there, practically naked, while Murong Yan applied ointment… the thought was mortifying.

He buried his face in the pillow, not moving even after Murong Yan finished.

“All done,” Murong Yan said, putting away the ointment.

He washed his hands and returned to find Murong Cheng still in the same position.

“Baby, are you asleep?” he asked softly, pulling the covers over his bare back.

He noticed the faint red marks on his shoulder blades and smiled, his fingers gently tracing the marks. Murong Cheng shivered slightly, and Murong Yan heard a soft intake of breath.

“Not asleep?” he chuckled. Seeing him still pretending to be asleep, he ran his fingers down his spine, teasingly.

Murong Cheng, fearing another round, quickly rolled over and sat up, his head spinning from the sudden movement. He almost fell.

“That scared of me?” Murong Yan chuckled, pulling him into a hug.

Murong Cheng pushed him away, his hands against his chest. “Murong Yan, stop it…”

“That’s not very polite, kid,” Murong Yan said, his voice deepening, not wanting to let him go.

“Yan-ge, I’m sorry…” Murong Cheng quickly corrected himself, his voice soft and pleading.

“Change the way you address me. I’m tired of that,” Murong Yan murmured, nibbling on his earlobe.

Murong Cheng panicked. “What… what do you want to hear?”

Murong Yan said lazily, “Figure it out.”

He clearly wasn’t going to let him go until he got what he wanted. Murong Cheng’s mind went blank.

“CEO… CEO Murong?”

Did the CEO of Guangyu Group enjoy this kind of roleplay in bed?

Murong Yan bit his earlobe harder.

“Wrong,” he grunted.

Murong Cheng winced.

He couldn’t think, he just wanted to escape.

“Gege?” he tried again.

“Still wrong.”

Murong Yan exhaled softly against his ear, and Murong Cheng felt his body relax.

He sensed the danger approaching and panicked again.

“Yan-ge, I’m sorry… please… just tell me what you want to hear…”

He dug his nails into his palms, trying to stay alert.

“Call me hubby,” Murong Yan whispered in his ear.

Murong Cheng blinked, not quite hearing him. “Huh?”

Murong Yan kissed his earlobe, his voice husky. “Baby, call me hubby.”

Murong Cheng’s heart stopped. He opened his mouth but couldn’t speak.

As if punishing his disobedience, Murong Yan playfully squeezed his backside.

A sharp pain shot through him. He snapped back to reality and obeyed.

“…Hubby.”

“Good,” Murong Yan released him, kissing the top of his head. “Good boy.”