Chapter Sixty

All along the journey, Wen Ming kept chatting with Yi Xiaoyu, the atmosphere between them harmonious. Wen Ming never asked Yi Xiaoyu about his current marital status; instead, he talked about their hobbies and inquired about Yi Xiaoyu’s future career plans.

After getting off the plane, Wen Ming stayed by Yi Xiaoyu’s side, eventually checking into the same hotel, their suites adjacent to one another.

Yi Xiaoyu was aware of Wen Ming’s feelings toward him, but he no longer had the energy to repeat his intentions of not looking back. Now, he only wanted to enjoy a few carefree days before returning to City V and starting afresh, wholly devoted to work. Matters of the heart—he didn’t wish to make any plans.

On the first night in Saipan, Yi Xiaoyu suffered from insomnia. Restless and irritable, he tossed and turned until dawn, finally managing to fall asleep. When Wen Ming called to invite him for breakfast, Yi Xiaoyu candidly admitted he’d been sleepless the night before and wanted nothing more than to catch up on rest that morning.

He slept until noon, only to be awakened by the persistent ringing of the doorbell.

Still clad in his pajamas and bleary-eyed, Yi Xiaoyu lumbered out of bed to answer the door. “Coming, coming,” he muttered.

He opened the door—and was stunned.

Standing outside was You Yige.

You Yige carried a briefcase, his eyes bloodshot from a sleepless night, his complexion pale. Dark shadows under his eyes deepened his weary, desolate appearance.

Gazing at Yi Xiaoyu, You Yige suddenly couldn’t hold back his tears. He raised a hand, awkwardly wiping at his face, his voice choked. “I know my haunting you like this must be maddening, but I can’t help it, I really can’t.” The more he spoke, the more fiercely his tears flowed, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably. “Xiao Zhou told me last night that you’d left. I didn’t sleep a wink. If there were a way to get here sooner, I’d have arrived last night. Xiaoyu, I… I…”

A man over six feet tall stood in the corridor, crying like a child.

Yi Xiaoyu looked at You Yige, his heart twisting with pain. He opened his mouth, but in the end, said nothing.

You Yige wiped at his tears desperately, then dropped to his knees with a thud before Yi Xiaoyu, wrapping his arms tightly around Yi Xiaoyu’s leg and wailing, “I must have had a stroke to do such a stupid thing. From now on, I’ll listen to you, whatever you say. Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, please don’t leave me. If you’re angry, break another rib of mine—two if you like…”

Yi Xiaoyu, seeing You Yige clinging to his leg and noting the perplexed glances from the passing housekeeping staff, spoke urgently, “Get up, get up! Aren’t you ashamed?”

Pressing his face against Yi Xiaoyu’s leg, You Yige only held on tighter, continuing his lament, “I don’t care about shame—I only care about you. I don’t want anything but you, nothing else.”

Yi Xiaoyu reached out to push You Yige’s face away, only for You Yige, shameless as ever, to lick his hand. Just as he was about to go in for a second lick, Yi Xiaoyu smacked him on the forehead.

No matter how he tried, Yi Xiaoyu couldn’t dislodge the portly man glued to his leg. Finally, he had no choice but to drag You Yige, like a human sandbag, step by step back into the room.

Even after sliding several meters across the floor, You Yige never let go, sniveling and begging Yi Xiaoyu to keep him by his side as a servant.

Of course, You Yige’s real wish was—to be a slave in the most intimate sense.

Yi Xiaoyu felt the urge to beat the fat man several times, but each time forced himself to hold back.

“I’m going to wash up. If you don’t let go, I’ll call hotel security to throw you out,” Yi Xiaoyu declared.

His words, tacitly permitting You Yige to stay, sent You Yige into a frenzy of excitement. He quickly lifted Yi Xiaoyu’s loose pajama pants and—licked his calf.

You Yige had meant to give a pure, innocent kiss, but couldn’t resist sneaking in a lewd lick with his tongue…

Smack! Another slap landed on his forehead.

Yet You Yige was delighted. He’d gladly be dominated by Yi Xiaoyu—these two slaps meant nothing.

When Yi Xiaoyu emerged after washing up, he moved to the bedside to change his clothes. You Yige, furtively watching, couldn’t help but drool at the sight of his beloved’s bare skin. It had been so long since he’d been intimate with this body—seeing those enticing curves, his saliva flowed uncontrollably.

After changing, Yi Xiaoyu watched as You Yige solemnly placed the contents of his briefcase before him, gazing at him with utmost sincerity. “This is everything I own—my bar, the company in City V, and some assets in Europe under my name. If you sign, I’ll have my people handle the procedures, and it will all belong to you. As for your original company, just one word from me and it’s yours.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean this as my apology,” You Yige said softly. “This is my entire fortune… I wish I could give you my heart, too.”

Yi Xiaoyu looked at the stack of documents on the table with a complex expression. He closed his eyes and exhaled, just about to speak when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Yi Xiaoyu got up. “Put your things away.”

“So you…”

“I’m going to answer the door.”

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