WT Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Drunken Words: I Miss Him So Much, I’m Going Crazy.

Inside the door, Jiang Quanyu steadied Wen Shixi, his eyes filled with surprise.

He looked up at the assistant standing outside the door, his expression questioning.

Seeing this, Assistant Gu immediately explained to Jiang Quanyu, “Mr. Wen is drunk and said he wanted to find you.”

Jiang Quanyu listened, looking down at the drunk in his arms.

Then, Jiang Quanyu said to the assistant, “Bring a glass of honey water.”

The assistant nodded, “Okay.”

As the assistant left, he thoughtfully closed the door for Jiang Quanyu.

Wen Shixi was still mumbling something, mostly incoherent due to his drunkenness, making it impossible to hear clearly.

Inside the closed room, Jiang Quanyu gently exhaled, leaned down and wrapped one arm around Wen Shixi’s legs and the other around his back, gently lifting him up.

The soft pajama fabric rubbed against his shirt, the thin material instantly connecting their body temperatures.

The scent of alcohol emanating from Wen Shixi lingered around Jiang Quanyu’s ears, dissipating into the air, and soon, with each breath, exchanging into the chest of the person beside him.

Wen Shixi continued his incessant murmuring. Jiang Quanyu gently carried him upstairs back to the bedroom, listening to the jumbled questions as he walked.

With every nonsensical word Wen Shixi uttered, there was always a mention of his name.

“Jiang Quanyu, Brother…”

Random, soft whispers, like gently knocking on a door.

Jiang Quanyu reached the bedside, supporting Wen Shixi’s back, and gently placed him on the bed.

Then, he stood up, looking at the figure on the bed, a helpless expression on his face.

Wen Shixi, sensing the departure of the warm source, opened his half-closed eyes.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly in the soft light of the bedside lamp, his lips parted slightly.

“Brother…”

Jiang Quanyu softly replied, “Mm.”

The drunk said again, “Liar.”

Jiang Quanyu tilted his head slightly.

In his memory, this wasn’t the first time he’d been accused like this by Wen Shixi.

“What did I lie to you about?”

Wen Shixi, hearing this, frowned slightly.

He didn’t answer, only saying to himself, “I… I have something to return to you, and then I’ll… never see you again.”

Jiang Quanyu narrowed his eyes slightly, his thin lips pressed together unnaturally.

“Never see me again?” Jiang Quanyu stood by the bed, arms crossed. “Your words haven’t changed at all.”

Seven years ago, Wen Shixi had haughtily called him a liar, crying and demanding to leave, never to see him again.

Jiang Quanyu gazed at the little drunk’s face, his voice gentle in a way he himself didn’t realize. “Wen Shixi, don’t be too arrogant.”

At least in these seven years, no one had dared to knock on the door of the Jiang family’s leader, reeking of alcohol, and act like such a drunk in front of him.

Wen Shixi, hearing this, was silent for a moment, then slowly sat up on the bed.

He reached into his pants pocket and rummaged for a long time, pulling out the bank card he had kept close and brought on the ship.

His face, usually full of stubbornness, was now slightly clearer, the alcoholic haze clearing from his eyes.

He held the bank card out to Jiang Quanyu.

“In here… there are 126,000 yuan. I want to return it to you.”

During his university years, Wen Shixi had taken on many part-time jobs.

At least, he wanted to return the money for his mother’s kidney transplant surgery to Jiang Quanyu.

His mother’s surgery hadn’t been completed; it had ended shortly after it began.

She had no desire to live and didn’t want to survive at all.

After many years, Wen Shixi actually had no feelings for those two poor middle-aged people. But this was his own affair. Unlike the Jiang family’s raising him, it couldn’t be paid for by Jiang Quanyu.

His name was listed in Jiang Corporation. Every month he could get the full amount of social insurance and high living expenses without doing anything.

He could accept everything from the Jiang family with peace of mind and be an idle Wen Shixi, but not this money.

Jiang Quanyu looked at the bank card in Wen Shixi’s palm, silent for a moment.

Jiang Quanyu, “What is this money for?”

“Surgery fees,” Wen Shixi said, pushing the card forward again, “This is what I earned myself, not transferred from the living expenses the Jiang family gave me. I didn’t play the piano for anyone either.”

Jiang Quanyu didn’t understand. “Why return it to me?”

Wen Shixi, hearing this, looked up slightly.

His hair was slightly disheveled, blocking the sadness revealed at the corner of his eyes.

A soft murmur, taking advantage of the drunkenness, blurted out.

“Jiang Quanyu, I loved you.”

After Jiang Quanyu left, Wen Shixi realized that his rebellion and acting on his own was because he didn’t want to only live under Jiang Quanyu’s protection.

That inferiority and inexplicable insistence was because he wanted to match Jiang Quanyu, which was why he longed for adulthood, independence, and for Jiang Quanyu to no longer treat him like a child.

He had loved his brother.

The abandonment during his childhood made Wen Shixi desperately want someone to love him.

And at that time, that desire slowly turned into a parched desire for Jiang Quanyu to love him.

In the darkness, Jiang Quanyu paused slightly.

Those pupils, which never revealed any wavering, constricted slightly at this moment.

Giant waves rose from the calm sea, disappearing into the clouds.

Wen Shixi sat by the bed, his voice slow.

“Take it. This is the last thing… I can do for that eighteen-year-old me.”

His identity had never changed. He was the Jiang family’s adopted son, a tool to help Jiang Yan treat his illness.

When he was no longer needed, he was thrown into the old house and became Jiang Quanyu’s toy.

But Wen Shixi still wanted to find some dignity, after so many years, for that clown who had been wantonly toyed with.

Jiang Quanyu’s breathing paused, looking at the youth sitting up in bed.

Wen Shixi was only wearing a light-colored pajama, his face full of disappointment, fallen and lonely.

Jiang Quanyu’s deep gaze lowered, fixed on the bank card.

Jiang Quanyu didn’t know how long the university student Wen Shixi, who didn’t play the piano, would need to earn 126,000 yuan.

Had he gone to be a cashier again, enduring those inexplicable difficulties, to save up this money, exhausting all his strength, wanting to settle things with him… and then, as he had said, never see him again?

His cell phone chimed softly. Jiang Quanyu looked at the text message. It was from his assistant, informing him that the honey water was on the cart outside the door.

Jiang Quanyu tilted his head slightly and took a deep breath.

He began to walk towards the door.

Wen Shixi, watching Jiang Quanyu’s sudden departure, paused.

The alcohol fractured his consciousness, making him want to chase after that departing figure, but after a moment, he quietly looked out at the empty floor-to-ceiling windows.

The moon was directly overhead, the sea outside the glass shimmering in the moonlight, looking extremely peaceful.

The chaotic mess in his mind was smoothed over by the moonlight, his thoughts confused, unable to connect anything.

Wen Shixi didn’t chase after Jiang Quanyu, but instead got up and walked towards the moonlight.

When Jiang Quanyu returned, he was holding a glass of honey water. He looked around the empty room in confusion, the drunk nowhere to be seen.

Jiang Quanyu frowned, his gaze sweeping over every corner of the room, finally landing on the private deck outside the terrace.

On the edge of the deck, a figure was trapped in the vast night, looking extremely small.

Wen Shixi had half his body extended over the railing, constantly reaching towards the water below.

He looked as if he was about to fall into that bottomless abyss, sinking into a familiar daze.

Jiang Quanyu’s breath hitched. He ran to the terrace door.

In the middle of the night wind, Wen Shixi gazed at the sea, gradually reaching out a hand.

For Wen Shixi, the sea had taken away too many people who would never return.

The night wind passed through his fingers, the coolness touching his skin.

His disheveled hair was tossed by the cool wind, and amidst the long sound of the waves, Wen Shixi gently closed his eyes.

From afar, his cold fingertips seemed to be stroking the surface of the sea, gently pressing down like playing an instrument, plucking out light-colored ripples.

do do sol sol la la sol –

The nursery rhyme “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”

The wind roared in his ears, and hurried footsteps quickly approached.

The next second, a force pulled Wen Shixi back from the railing.

Wen Shixi was forced to turn around. The moment he opened his eyes in astonishment, what fell into his eyes were Jiang Quanyu’s eyes, containing shattered light and anxiety.

Jiang Quanyu’s brows were tightly furrowed. “What are you doing?”

Under the starry night, Wen Shixi was stunned for two seconds.

He saw the stars in Jiang Quanyu’s eyes and realized that he couldn’t understand Jiang Quanyu’s face.

Wen Shixi thought for a moment and replied, “…Looking at the sea.”

In the silence, the urgency in Jiang Quanyu’s eyes gradually calmed, but his brows remained furrowed.

The moment he saw Wen Shixi reaching towards the railing, Jiang Quanyu thought of Wen Shixi’s previous words, and of his senior who had jumped into the sea after being hurt by Lin Yining.

Jiang Quanyu grabbed Wen Shixi’s forearm, his palm constantly tightening, his voice inexplicably hoarse.

“Come back to the room with me.”

The drunkenness washed away all impressions. Wen Shixi looked into Jiang Quanyu’s eyes and felt that those eyes contained a fear that was extremely incompatible with Jiang Quanyu.

The man’s inviolability and immovability seemed to disappear at this moment.

Why did he have to show such an expression?

The night wind, coming from nowhere, swept over the two figures.

“Brother,” Wen Shixi said quietly, “I won’t fall.”

Had Jiang Quanyu forgotten that he had said that no matter what happened, he wouldn’t jump into the sea?

As soon as Wen Shixi said this, he raised his hand and covered Jiang Quanyu’s hand that was gripping his forearm tightly.

He pushed Jiang Quanyu’s hand away little by little and turned to the sea again.

Jiang Quanyu looked at Wen Shixi’s back, only seeing that the latter seemed exceptionally lonely, immersed in the boundless sea.

Hurriedly, Jiang Quanyu heard the echoes of his own breathing in his body, his expression distant for a moment.

His previous embarrassment and fragility were exactly the same as seven years ago.

That year, the bitterness that rubbed at the deepest part of his heart, separated by 11,000 kilometers, crossed continents and oceans.

The man, tormented to the brink of collapse, sat on that invincible chair, with only the psychiatrist left at his side to talk to.

That heart, placed among countless trillions of contracts, couldn’t bear a single ounce of weight.

The high-rise office building in the financial heart of Washington was cold and proud, unable to reflect any emotion.

He simply said indifferently and quietly to the doctor beside him:

“Shen Chuji, I miss him so much, I’m going crazy.”

The sea breeze was noisy, squeezing into the gap between the two.

In the light sound of the waves, time seemed to slow down suddenly.

Next to the deck railing, Jiang Quanyu took a step and walked to Wen Shixi’s side.

Wen Shixi was looking at the sea, Jiang Quanyu was looking at Wen Shixi.

Wen Shixi’s hair was blown by the wind, messily covering his eyes.

Jiang Quanyu raised his palm, his fingertips slow and free, lingering on Wen Shixi’s hair.

His fingertips tangled with his hair, gently stroking it behind his ear.

Wen Shixi wouldn’t fall into the sea.

The person who had fallen into the sea long ago was the originator of the suffering.

“Can you… never get tired of looking at the sea?” Jiang Quanyu asked.

Wen Shixi gently said, “I don’t know.”

“Don’t know?”

“Mm.” Wen Shixi turned his head to look at Jiang Quanyu. “I scattered them in the sea.”

Jiang Quanyu, hearing this, realized that Wen Shixi wasn’t sober at all.

Jiang Quanyu, “What did you scatter in the sea?”

Wen Shixi lowered his head slightly, thought for a moment, and couldn’t think of a good definition.

Wen Shixi answered hesitantly, “From the hospital, people I didn’t know…”

The endless yearnings in his heart, after being forced to stop abruptly, had all sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Jiang Quanyu was slightly stunned, and soon realized who Wen Shixi was talking about.

A strange look flashed in Jiang Quanyu’s eyes, and he asked in confusion: “What’s going on?”

Wen Shixi had no legal ties to those two people. Why was he able to take their ashes away?

“Brother,” Wen Shixi said inexplicably.

The sound of the waves came from all directions, faintly disappearing into his ears.

“Why did you leave?”

Wen Shixi’s eyes were downcast, standing in place, his face immersed in shadows, murmuring: “Why go to Washington? Why did you leave me?”

As he asked, Jiang Quanyu’s hand instantly tightened, slowly clenching.

A little confusion appeared in his eyes, gradually intensifying.

After a moment, Jiang Quanyu quietly said: “Because you said at that time that you wanted to always be ‘Jiang Quanyu’s brother.'”

After seven years, Wen Shixi still found Jiang Quanyu’s words extremely difficult to understand.

He just followed Jiang Quanyu’s words and asked: “Does this mean that you admit that turning your brother into an omega was a mistake?”

When the sea’s dampness stained their clothes, bringing a heavy and lingering scent.

His heart sank into silence, and Jiang Quanyu finally opened his mouth after a long time.

“I don’t think that was a mistake.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, closing his helpless eyes.

“Shixi,” Jiang Quanyu asked softly, “What does it mean that you loved me?”

Wen Shixi pursed his lips tightly.

How many similar nights had he waited quietly for the sky to light up, unable to see Jiang Quanyu’s face.

But now, Jiang Quanyu was not far from him.

Such a reunion made him feel at ease, yet made him feel truly unhappy.

He was unwilling, extremely unwilling.

Wen Shixi clenched his hands tightly and stood in place, looking up. “What? Can’t I?”

Wasn’t a younger brother allowed to fall in love with his older brother?

Anyway, in his life before, there had only been Jiang Quanyu.

“Not only my food, clothing, where to study, what kind of friends to make, does Brother even want to control my past heart?” His brain, burned by alcohol, wouldn’t listen. Wen Shixi whispered along with the evening stars. “It doesn’t matter, I don’t love you anymore. I won’t cause you any trouble, so let’s just continue to be close brothers like we are now.”

He seemed extremely cruel, peeling open his own body, taking out a heart and giving it to someone else, but then adding an already irreversible expiration date to this late frankness.

The moonlight reflected on the deck terrace, between the constant sea and sky, time was insurmountable.

Jiang Quanyu listened to Wen Shixi’s words full of resistance, his expression inexplicably complicated.

His eyes darkened little by little, and then calmed down little by little.

In a daze, Jiang Quanyu realized that in his life, where he would never make a mistake… he seemed to have already made an irreversible mistake.

What Chen Jiale had said not long ago echoed quietly in his ears.

“Sometimes the relationship you think is indestructible is actually just a little bit away from… falling apart.”

Jiang Quanyu looked up at Wen Shixi’s back.

The current Wen Shixi was standing in a place he could reach out and touch.

He looked at the slightly drooping hair in the moonlight.

Wen Shixi’s questions had tortured him countless nights.

–Why don’t you want me?

–Why can’t I always be Brother’s younger brother?

“Shixi,” Jiang Quanyu called out.

Actually, he had never thought of not wanting Wen Shixi.

It was just that the former him didn’t have the ability to protect his important younger brother.

Jiang Quanyu knew that Wen Shixi would not remember anything after waking up from his drunkenness.

But he suddenly felt that he owed Wen Shixi, and those words had to be returned.

“I’m sorry.”

The hoarse voice slowly issued, the sound waves were like winding trembling lines, as light as a gust of wind that dissipated instantly, and as heavy and dense, instantly pressing on Wen Shixi’s numb heart.

Wen Shixi’s lips parted slightly, and he paused slightly in place.

Jiang Quanyu apologized.

But what was Jiang Quanyu apologizing for?

His heart had experienced longing and obsession, and suddenly at this moment, because of an unknown fear, it became alienated.

He wanted to get an answer from Jiang Quanyu, but he also seemed to fear that the answer would bring a different ending.

“I won’t forgive Brother,” Wen Shixi said with a scorching drunkenness: “Otherwise everything I have experienced will be my fault.”

That year, when he was tortured by pheromone imbalance disorder, Wen Shixi was once pushed to the brink of collapse.

From that time on, everything around him seemed to have changed fundamentally.

He was no longer the willful child he was then, and he would no longer accept and pay so passionately.

He knew better than anyone that Jiang Quanyu was not worth it.

A person who doesn’t need love is not worth him loving.

Not only that, the rift between the two was as deep as a dark valley, and it was not worth repairing.

What they had was far from a love that could last a long time.

Wen Shixi straightened up and took his hand off the railing.

In the gentle moonlight, he handed the bank card in his hand to Jiang Quanyu again.

As far as Wen Shixi was concerned, he could leave when Jiang Quanyu took the card.

The evening wind was suddenly quiet, as if it had been condensed into amber that could resist the long years.

Jiang Quanyu’s gaze dropped, staring at the bank card in Wen Shixi’s palm.

The joke at the reunion floated to his mind, and Jiang Quanyu still remembered Wen Shixi’s saying that he was doing great.

Jiang Quanyu looked at the bank card, his voice soft and slow: “So…”

“My Shixi is not doing well alone.”

Wen Shixi, hearing this, slightly curled the hand holding the bank card, the edge of the card embedded in his palm.

“I’ll take this card, and then?” Jiang Quanyu asked, “Will you be happy? But you didn’t owe me anything in the first place. Am I not the one who hasn’t been forgiven?”

Wen Shixi’s eyes shimmered slightly, “I just want to return something that shouldn’t belong to me to you.”

Jiang Quanyu: “Does what shouldn’t belong to you refer to the woman who didn’t want to live, or me?”

Wen Shixi frowned slightly, and after a moment said: “Both.”

He couldn’t buy back his mother’s life with money, but at least he could return the money to Jiang Quanyu.

Wen Shixi’s Adam’s apple moved slightly: “Why don’t you accept it?”

Jiang Quanyu looked at Wen Shixi’s face, carefully examining the stubbornness in the eyes of the person in front of him.

The surging in his eyes was a blur, and finally after a long gaze, he slowly raised his hand.

The well-defined palm took the bank card from the white palm in front of him.

The next second, he swung his arm, and the card flew towards the empty sea.

Wen Shixi’s gaze followed the card, instantly turning towards the edge of the deck, revealing a face full of astonishment.

Jiang Quanyu took his card and threw it hard into the unfathomable sea.

After a slight pause, Wen Shixi said in shock: “What did you just do-”

In the questioning voice, Jiang Quanyu reached out, pulled Wen Shixi in front of him, and gently hugged him in his arms.

The sudden hug interrupted Wen Shixi’s words.

The warm body temperature swarmed on the skin, and every matching cell trembled.

Wen Shixi paused in the familiar embrace, and what was in front of him was Jiang Quanyu’s neck, the skin close at hand.

When an unfamiliar heartbeat came, the blood under the thin skin seemed to be clearly visible, swimming in the body hugging him.

In the shallow embrace, time seemed to stagnate suddenly.

All the senses were amplified, and in addition to body temperature and heartbeat, even the ripples of the ocean seemed to slowly caress the body.

The cruise ship floated quietly, parked shallowly in the starlight.

Jiang Quanyu’s fingertips were slow, stroking Wen Shixi’s hair lightly.

“It can’t be cleared.” Jiang Quanyu said quietly: “You and me.”

Because he knew enough, Jiang Quanyu knew that the past seven years was like a chronic disease that would always recur.

Forcing a fit because of desire and impulse was the most worthless thing in the world.

As far as he was concerned, he had the money and status to realize all his wishes, and nothing could be called wishful thinking.

Only except for the person in front of him.

From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Quanyu had measured too many things by value.

The pay ratio and the rate of return, every number written in the file report, guided his every decision.

But Wen Shixi was different.

Wen Shixi was something that belonged to him, something that could not be measured by any unit.

Wen Shixi must stay by his side forever, this could never be changed.

The male voice contained brokenness and entanglement, restrained the desire to die entangled, and said word by word.

“You can never clear things up with me, and don’t forgive me either, Wen Shixi, do you hear me?”

In the boundless cold wind, the heat of their skin rubbed.

Jiang Quanyu’s voice was blurred by the breeze, mixed with a young and astringent question.

In a daze, Wen Shixi suddenly heard his own echo in Jiang Quanyu’s voice.

–“Brother, will we always live together?”

The entangled red lines, mixed with non-existent blood ties, were a knot that could not be untied.

Jiang Quanyu’s words were domineering and blunt, but they made Wen Shixi suddenly unable to tell whether the person trapped in the set of childish questions had long since changed from himself to the person in front of him.

Unconsciously, Wen Shixi slowly raised one hand, touching Jiang Quanyu’s back lightly with shaking and hesitation.

He didn’t love his brother anymore.

But his brother’s words were really too nice to hear.

Like a rainstorm pouring on the arid wilderness, destroying everything he had carefully constructed, revealing the original ugly and scarred topography, but it was so real that it made his heart tremble, bewitching him to sink and fall back into the old trap.

They couldn’t clear things up.

His brother owed him a lifetime.

…It was really too nice to hear.

Wen Shixi bit his teeth lightly, and a light tremor came from his empty heart.

“Jiang Quanyu.”

He opened his mouth lightly: “What am I in your heart?”

Thin clouds covered the moonlight, hiding the soft light.

The sea and sky were chaotic for a while, and he couldn’t see a single truth.

Younger brother, family, or an omega… or even a closer, but unspeakable title.

In the dimness covered by thin clouds, Jiang Quanyu listened to Wen Shixi’s words, and the hand stroking the back of his waist used a little force.

The palm pushed the slender and soft body in front of him, infinitely close to him.

The force was slowly released, and gradually, it seemed that he wanted to rub Wen Shixi into his body.

A direct desire without any affection, like devouring.

Jiang Quanyu’s actions replaced his answers. At the very edge of restraint, through the soft fabric of his pajamas, he touched the depression on Wen Shixi’s waist inch by inch.

The pheromones were out of control, and Wen Shixi blinked slightly the moment they mixed into the air.

The persuasive pheromones slowly spread out, and the fragrance surrounded him, sinking into the omega’s body, making it impossible for people to break free.

Those pheromones penetrated the flower bud that it had created bit by bit, slowly seeping in, completely devouring its astringency, constantly ripening it until it was the charming red color it liked.

Wen Shixi subconsciously felt that Jiang Quanyu seemed to be doing something dangerous to him again.

He raised his head lightly, made eye contact with Jiang Quanyu, then slowed down for a moment, and suddenly said.

“My card.”

His money…

The clouds slowly dispersed, and the moonlight descended again, shining on the close bodies.

In the soft and faint glow, Wen Shixi slightly raised his head, his eyes still covered with heavy drunkenness, as if he had been scattered and allowed to be taken as he pleased, but he happened to make people feel soft-hearted and reluctant to bully him like this.

A hint of a smile appeared in Jiang Quanyu’s breath.

Jiang Quanyu realized belatedly, he didn’t understand what he wanted to do to a drunkard.

Jiang Quanyu had never lacked money. If he could, he hoped that the card could fall into the sea and really fall into the unfathomable depths of the sea.

But the money in the bank would not disappear because the card fell into the sea.

“I’ll take you to replace the card.” Jiang Quanyu said lightly: “Then, Wen Shixi, you can use the money to buy your favorite snacks.”

Wen Shixi: “That’s what I want to return to you.”

Jiang Quanyu: “I don’t want your money.”

Wen Shixi’s face tightened: “Why don’t you want it?”

“I don’t want anything from you.” Jiang Quanyu coaxed softly: “How clearly do I have to tell you before you understand, from childhood to adulthood, I never wanted to get anything from you, except that you must stay by my side.”

Wen Shixi frowned slightly, hearing that Jiang Quanyu didn’t want anything, just his freedom.

Wen Shixi shook his head: “That’s not right.”

Jiang Quanyu: “Not right?”

Wen Shixi struggled, twisted out of Jiang Quanyu’s arms, and leaned back.

He said righteously: “You didn’t answer me, why did you leave.”

The drunkard was still full of logic even after being drunk until now.

Wen Shixi had not forgotten why he ran to Jiang Quanyu’s room. He used a little force on his hands as he asked, grabbing the corner of Jiang Quanyu’s clothes: “You left me, you didn’t stay by my side.”

As the words fell, Wen Shixi’s face wrinkled lightly.

There was also his suddenly withdrawn study abroad application, the termination of his adoption relationship…

Close to each other, their faces were separated by a short distance, tilting opposite each other in a position that crossed the line.

If eye contact also counts as taboo, then the relationship between him and Jiang Quanyu was really extremely unclear.

In a moment of stagnation, many thoughts flashed through Jiang Quanyu’s eyes. He briefly recalled everything, revealing a bit of self-deprecating that seemed to be there or not.

As far as Jiang Quanyu was concerned, his little friend didn’t need to know anything.

Jiang Quanyu raised one hand and erected his index finger, moving it in front of his lips.

“Shh.”

Then, Jiang Quanyu put his palm on Wen Shixi’s cheek, gently stroking the latter’s face.

Jiang Quanyu lowered his voice, as if he was teaching him when he was a child, and said in a low voice: “I have said many times, Shixi cannot ask about adult affairs.”

As he spoke, he revealed a bit of displeasure, as if blaming him: “Have you forgotten?”

Wen Shixi instinctively wanted to retort when faced with Jiang Quanyu’s blatant perfunctoryness, but he was silent for a while, not thinking of how to refute it well.

Drunkenness made him dizzy and dizzy, making it difficult to perform normally.

During the silence, a sense of being airborne suddenly arose.

Jiang Quanyu picked up Wen Shixi’s body, moved the latter so that he was lying well in his arms.

Then, he took slow steps and walked back to the room step by step.

Jiang Quanyu was not considerate enough, but he had a very good memory.

Wen Shixi would be cold, and they had already said too many words on the deck.

Wen Shixi was suddenly picked up. In the weightlessness, he subconsciously wrapped his arms around Jiang Quanyu’s neck.

The footsteps slowly walked back to the room, and Jiang Quanyu stopped in front of the bed.

Wen Shixi asked vaguely: “Then what about my adoption relationship—”

While speaking, the lips that were constantly opening and closing were interrupted halfway.

A piece of softness on his forehead, tinglingly touching his heart.

Jiang Quanyu leaned over and gently kissed Wen Shixi’s forehead, his slightly cool soft lips touching the smooth skin, twisting with his hair.

Wen Shixi was silent, looking at Jiang Quanyu’s chin and front neck close at hand.

In Wen Shixi’s memory as light as a feather, no matter how young he was, his brother had never coaxed him to sleep like this.

Jiang Quanyu gently kissed Wen Shixi’s forehead, and when he got up, his voice was hoarse.

“Wen Shixi, shut up, you really should go to bed.”

Wen Shixi’s weak half-opened eyes blinked lightly.

In the hazy eyes, the color of surprise was mixed with drowsiness, and the only clarity was the last line, struggling to support on the edge where the eyelids were glued together.

Jiang Quanyu moved his gaze down, reached out and took off the slippers hanging on Wen Shixi’s feet, held his fair and slender ankles, and put Wen Shixi on the bed to lie down.

Then, he pulled the quilt from the side and covered Wen Shixi.

Before long, Wen Shixi was tightly wrapped in the quilt, leaving only his head exposed.

Jiang Quanyu looked at the fluffy head and said lightly.

“Close your eyes.”

The pheromones in the air, like a hypnotic drug that could not be resisted at all, slowly penetrated the body on the bed.

In the reassuring smell, Wen Shixi was silent for a moment.

Then, he didn’t say anything, and as if he couldn’t say anything, he gently closed his eyes.

He was really too sleepy.

His nights had always been long, but rarely had they been so long.

Only a few seconds after closing his eyes, his breathing became light and long.

The gaze focused on Wen Shixi’s face slowly retracted, and Jiang Quanyu gently closed his eyes and sat by the bed for a while.

Before long, Jiang Quanyu got up, picked up his phone from the head of the bed, and walked lightly outside the door.

The darkness of the night was everywhere. In the most luxurious family suite on the cruise ship, Jiang Quanyu paced to the study next to the bedroom.

He walked into the room, sat at the desk, and looked quietly at the many documents on the table.

In the past, no matter what kind of project, Jiang Quanyu rarely needed to think seriously.

The keenness engraved in his bones allowed him to always be calm and at ease, and to make the most correct decisions in the shortest amount of time.

But today, he needed some time to calmly think about everything.

A few minutes later, Jiang Quanyu pressed the light on his phone and made a call.

“Hello, it’s me.”

“I want a detailed list of all my father’s bankrupt assets, including all upstream suppliers and downstream customers… yes, compile them into a complete chain and send them to me.”

As early as seven years ago, Jiang Quanyu had said to Wen Shixi.

He had never regarded Wen Shixi as his family, and he never needed a family.

It was because his mother had held on to her last breath before she died, took off her breathing mask, and told him with all her strength.

In this world, the people he couldn’t trust the most were those “family members” surrounding him.

The phone was hung up, and the night was once again like impenetrable water, spreading around him.

Jiang Quanyu raised his hand and gently pinched his forehead.

Ruin emerged with the heavy night, surrounding the noble and graceful figure.

On countless nights, Jiang Quanyu sat alone in the quiet study like this, recalling all the expressions Wen Shixi had shown him that day as he stood on the other side of the desk.

Uncontrollable anxiety floated in his chest, and tinnitus followed.

The oppression that appeared out of thin air in his chest was as dark as the sea ten thousand miles deep.

Gradually, Jiang Quanyu’s gaze wandered on the desk, looking for the medicine bottle.

Chen Jiale and Shen Chuji’s instructions were superfluous, he would not stop taking the medicine without permission.

He wanted Wen Shixi to stay by his side, and he would continue to work hard to maintain the so-called normalcy.

At this moment, a light sound touched his eardrums.

The sound was extremely abrupt, the only accident in seven years.

The sharp tinnitus as if he was in the water pressure was destroyed by this sound, the sound waves were lingering and endless, and spread in all directions one by one.

Jiang Quanyu looked up and looked at the figure at the door of the study.

Wen Shixi only slept for a while. After the familiar pheromones faded, he soon woke up after going around and around.

In the strange room, Wen Shixi slowly got up, followed the pheromones to the next door, and saw Jiang Quanyu sitting quietly in the darkness.

Wen Shixi asked suspiciously and frankly: “…What are you doing?”

In the eye contact, Jiang Quanyu regained consciousness little by little.

His ears gradually became quiet, leaving only Wen Shixi’s deep voice.

Jiang Quanyu paused and asked, “Why did you wake up? I’m working, I have to be busy for a while.”

Wen Shixi subconsciously looked at the closed laptop on the desk.

Wen Shixi: “Oh.”

He responded vaguely, and then turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Amidst the sound of footsteps, Jiang Quanyu looked at Wen Shixi’s leaving back and was a little dumbfounded.

How much alcohol did Wen Shixi drink to make himself like this?

The omega pheromones flowing slowly in the air were dyed with a bit of coolness, with the taste of calmness and soothing, just like what Jiang Quanyu had just done.

The dark night filled with ear-piercing sounds was disturbed by an inexplicable drunkard, and in the clear and cool pheromones, it turned back to a quiet scene.

Jiang Quanyu thought for a moment, straightened up, and turned on the computer on the desk.

As the computer was turned on, it emitted a light, projecting onto the man’s face.

Before the information from the President’s office was sent, he wanted to check something himself first.

It was just that two minutes later, Jiang Quanyu heard footsteps again.

He was a little confused and looked up at the door.

In a dark area, Wen Shixi was clinging to the door, silently revealing his head, his hair messy.

Jiang Quanyu and Wen Shixi looked at each other for a moment.

Jiang Quanyu said bluntly.

“It’s only been two minutes since you came here just now.”

“Um.” Wen Sh