The little brat somehow found out that Nie Yunshen couldn’t hold his liquor so he deliberately plotted to have people pressure him into drinking a few extra glasses during a business social. Afterward, he took the dazed and disoriented Director Nie to a hotel.
There’s no need to dwell on the details of what followed; in short, Director Nie was stripped bare by Young Master Han and subjected to a flurry of kissing, touching, and stroking. In his blurred state, he ended up making out with the kid while babbling nonsense like “baby,” “darling,” “sweetheart,” and “honey” in a total daze of passion.
Both of them were incredibly worked up at the time. Nie Yunshen’s member was rock-hard and as he flipped over, he pinned Han Yi beneath him while hooking his legs to press closer toward his backside.
Despite Young Master Han’s outward appearance of being wildly promiscuous, he actually had no real s*xual experience. He had been blindly seducing Nie Yunshen just to get him into bed but when it actually came down to the wire, he was scared to death. His leg muscles were shaking like a leaf as he whimpered, “Nie Ge”, over and over while saying pitifully, “Nie Ge, go easy, I’m afraid of the pain…”
Hearing the words “Nie Ge”, Nie Yunshen suddenly regained a sliver of clarity amidst his dizzying, chaotic haze. He shook his head, struggling to see exactly who was lying beneath him with a flushed face and ragged breath, and then, fueled by an immense surge of anger, he got up and withdrew immediately.
“Nie Ge! Ge!” Han Yi panicked, grabbing his arm.
Nie Yunshen was already incoherently drunk; being jerked like that made the world spin even harder and he tumbled straight back onto the bed.
In the end, Han Yi climbed on top of him and tried to force himself down only for Nie Yunshen to summon every ounce of strength he had to shove him off the bed.
In short, the memories of that night were anything but pleasant.
Nie Yunshen picked up his clothes before throwing them on and left. As he headed out, he heard Han Yi shouting behind him: “You were clearly hard too! What are you acting for?!”
Following those words, something slammed against the door.
Nie Yunshen’s head was pounding and he had neither the desire to respond nor any means to make this naive young master grasp the rules of business or the ways of the game.
After that, Han Yi rarely came to Bank F anymore; no matter how shameless the “little seducer” is, it’s impossible to act as if nothing happened after being treated like that. Nie Yunshen hadn’t seen him for about two years and if he hadn’t run into him at a hotel business reception yesterday, he would have almost forgotten the little brat existed.
At this very moment, the little seducer sat across from him, just as picture-perfect and lovely as he had been two years ago as he affectionately called him “Nie Ge” while sending irresistibly vivid, soul-stirring flirty glances. If it weren’t for Shu An, Nie Yunshen really would have wanted to have a casual fling with such a beautiful babe…
Wait, something felt off.
What did having a fling with someone have to do with Shu An? Why would he suddenly think of that black-hearted fellow?
Seeing him suddenly knit his brows, Han Yi thought he had upset him again by being too blatant. He quickly pulled back his wandering, flirty eyes before sitting up straight and proper, and asked cautiously, “Nie Ge, what’s wrong? Is the food not to your taste?”
“No, it’s fine.” Nie Yunshen snapped back to reality, forcing his attention away from Shu An. “Didn’t you say you had some risk control questions to ask me?”
“Uh…” Young Master Han was instantly stumped. He had just been talking out of his ass to keep Nie Yunshen from rejecting him; what risk control questions could he possibly have? He didn’t even have a clue what risk control actually was.
Nie Yunshen had long been aware of his intentions but knowing that nothing comes for free, he couldn’t allow Young Master Han to lose too much face. So he gave him a way out, “Your dad is making you learn risk control?”
“Ah, yeah, exactly.” Han Yi was a sharp kid and caught the ball immediately. “My dad’s probably gone senile in his old age. What do I know about risk control? That’s why I came looking for you, Nie Ge.”
Nie Yunshen expertly cut a piece of tender, juicy steak with his knife and fork and popped it into his mouth. He then glanced at him and said, “You’re not a kid anymore; it’s time you learned to help your dad manage things. After all, you’ll have to inherit this massive family estate eventually…”
Mid-sentence, Nie Yunshen suddenly stopped.
Han Yi blinked, looking incredibly innocent.
“Nie Ge, why did you stop talking?”
Nie Yunshen put down his cutlery with a touch of helplessness. “Pull your foot back.”
Han Yi curled his lip and withdrew the mischievous foot from under the table, saying with a grin, “I accidentally kicked you. It wasn’t on purpose.”
Nie Yunshen would be damned if he believed him.
“For a financial group, risk control is vital. If you can take over this area for your father, the old man will finally be able to rest easy… did you ‘accidentally’ kick me again? Hmm?”
Nie Yunshen’s final “hmm” was exceptionally light, his tone carrying a hook that seemed dipped in red wine, instantly sending Young Master Han’s heart into a flutter of desire.
Growing bolder, his right foot, which was clad only in a sock, slid up Nie Yunshen’s calf to his thigh, then slowly moved from the thigh to the center before pressing on a particularly soul-stirring spot and rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure.
Nie Yunshen didn’t stop him this time. He simply watched the little seducer before him biting his lip with a face full of lust and let him have his way under the table.
Being watched like this unsettled Han Yi, and he parted his lips to call out, “Nie Ge.” He had no idea what kind of mental tug-of-war was currently playing out in Nie Yunshen’s head.
If this had happened a month ago, Nie Yunshen wouldn’t have hesitated for a second; he would have taken Young Master Han straight to a hotel for a hundred-round marathon.
Back then, due to the partnership between Bank F and Nuoxin, he had let this piece of “fresh meat” go even though it had been delivered right to his doorstep. Now, due to changes in Bank F’s policies, that partnership had ended and he couldn’t think of a single reason to refuse Han Yi.
Yet at this exact moment, Shu An’s cold, handsome, and sharp-featured face surfaced in his mind. That face was entirely different from Han Yi’s. It was mature, calm, elegant, and confident, always wearing that composed, “I-have-everything-under-control” look that just begged to be smacked. A man like that would surely be more exciting to bed than Han Yi. His body was better than Han Yi’s, his muscles firmer, his V-line more beautiful, his legs longer, his waist more powerful, and his voice more masculine… in short, he would definitely be more “delicious” than Han Yi.
Because something even more delicious was waiting for him, he remained indifferent to a beautiful little babe like Han Yi.
Yes, that had to be it.
Nie Yunshen found himself a perfectly flawless excuse and rejected the self-delivered Young Master Han once again.
Young Master Han was practically beyond livid and retracted his foot with a swift whoosh. Of course, if he knew the kind of comparison Nie Yunshen had just made between him and Shu An in his head, he’d probably be angry enough to plunge his steak knife right into Director Nie.
“Why not?” Young Master Han’s voice spiked several octaves before he realized this setting wasn’t appropriate for shouting. Lowering his voice, he demanded, “Nie Ge, is there someone else by your side now?”
Nie Yunshen hadn’t thought of that excuse, but in order to get the young master to drop his persistent little obsession, he nodded readily. “Inseparable. We’re like glue.”
Han Yi pouted unhappily. “I don’t believe you.”
Nie Yunshen chuckled. “I don’t care if you believe me or not. Stop messing around with me; I can’t handle it when my partner gets jealous.”
Young Master Han forgot all about the setting and slammed his hand on the table as he shouted, “Where is the justice?! Even you can find someone!”
Nie Yunshen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, thinking to himself, Aren’t you the one plotting all sorts of tricks just to have me? Why wouldn’t someone want me? Someone’s liked me for ten years… f*ck, why am I thinking about that surname guy Shu again!
Director Nie was practically in despair over himself.
Once the meal was over, Young Master Han’s temper still hadn’t subsided; he slapped the bill directly in front of Nie Yunshen: “You pay.”
Director Nie really wanted to give the little brat a thrashing. “You invited me to dinner, and you want me to pay?”
“Because this young master is unhappy!”
Director Nie felt incredibly weary. Damn it, I’m unhappy too!
Emerging from Yun Duan, Young Master Han huffed as he got into his flashy Lamborghini and sped off with a roar without even saying goodbye.
Nie Yunshen opened the door of his Grand Cherokee and slid into the driver’s seat, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease.
Men are driven by their lower halves. The fire that had been stoked by that little brat was forcefully suppressed earlier so now he had to find someone to let it out on, right?
So Director Nie opened WeChat, found a certain person’s avatar, and tapped it. His fingers moved rapidly as he tapped out a line of text: “When the f*ck are you coming back?”
He waited for a long time after sending the message but there was no reply. This made Director Nie even more frustrated. He drove out in a fit of rage while maintaining the city’s maximum speed limit all the way home. It wasn’t until he turned into the parking lot that he heard his phone chime with a notification.
He backed the car into the parking space, turned off the engine, and picked up his phone.
Shu An asked, “Have you finished considering it?” Nie Yunshen slammed the car door shut, typing as he headed toward the elevator: “Don’t f*cking play Laozi. F*cking you and accepting you are two different things.”
After a short pause, Shu An replied: “I’m returning on Thursday night at 10:00.”
Nie Yunshen reached out and pressed the up button for the elevator, replying with murderous intent: “OK, Laozi will go pick you up.”
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