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Li Ying glanced ahead and saw Hanjun’s piercing eyes through the mirror, looking at himlike that. He felt preyed on in the most wonderful of ways, feeling a warm throb in his tucked away member, and lightly rubbed his thighs together, to give himself some stimulation.
How about we just show our faces and go back home to do it all night?Li Ying thought, and was sure Hanjun shared the sentiment.
The taxi dropped them near the venue, and there they parted ways with Anne, who went to take her post at a lounge on the opposite side of the street. She gave Li Ying the ‘call-me’ gesture and said:
“Let me know if you need anything.”
Li Ying blew her a kiss and waved. He and Hanjun continued to the lobby of the high-rise where the club was located on the top floor. There were bouncers checking tickets by one of the elevators. Hanjun and Li Ying joined the VIP queue and were swiftly let through. Few of the ‘common folk’ on the other side of the red rope gave them lingering gazes, but Li Ying ignored them. They stepped into the elevator, and the moment they were alone, the air between them was electrified.
“I’m almost ready to go home already, what about you?” Li Ying’s laughing voice was tense with excitement and nerves, wanting Hanjun to just pin him to the wall—they hadn’t done it in an elevator yet—but he knew it wouldn’t be wise.
“Mm.” Hanjun agreed. He touched Li Ying’s waist as he wrapped his arm around him. “Let’s not be long.”
The elevator doors opened to a space which held the cloakroom, couches, and entrance to the restrooms. They could hear distant house music from the corridor leading to the actual club. There were a few people here, waiting for their groups, checking their phones, and women fixing their makeup. Hanjun led Li Ying to the cloakroom, hand around his waist protectively, possessively, or both, aware of the eyes that were on them. While leaving their coats, someone called from behind them:
“So, Wu Yiheng finally let you comeback?”
Chapter 16: Chicken
Turning around, Li Ying and Wu Hanjun saw a man who was rather the epitome of ostentatious: he was not ugly but not particularly handsome either, with too much gel in his hair, which made it look greasy. His gaudy red satin shirt was too tigh,t and while it revealed his trimmed body, he was way overdoing it by letting the three topmost buttons hang open, revealing a golden chain that was too big for his frame. He also wore many rings and a golden Rolex.
Clinging to his side was a young woman who would surely have been beautiful even without the heavy makeup and plastic surgeries, which were subtle and well enough done, but didn’t escape Li Ying’s notice; no one had that slim of a nose, and her lip filling had begun to migrate upwards. She had a slim stature, upon which her breast augmentation was over-proportioned. She was dressed head to toe in brand clothing, logos well on display. They made quite a pair.
“Hello, Wang Hao,” Hanjun greeted in his usual impassioned tone, but Li Ying thought he had sensed Hanjun’s air growing cold, so he got on his toes as well.
Wang Hao, the second cousin, uncle of A-Yu?Li Ying recalled, thinking how his uncle couldn’t be more different from the humbleXinyu. Wang Hao seemed rather like a cheap knock-off of his father, who had also seemed like someone terribly arrogant, but at least his cockiness had been based on something—at least he had style.
“Is it true that you found yourself a girlfriend from America?” Wang Hao eyed Li Ying from head to toe and back again, smiling at him in a way that Li Ying guessed was supposed to be charming.
“Cousin, this is Li Ying.” Hanjun introduced him, and now his reluctance seemed obvious to Li Ying although his tone hardly changed. “Li Ying, my second cousin Wang Hao.”
“Hello, Wang Hao.” Li Ying rose above his poor first impression and briskly held out his hand, smiling politely.
Wang Hao took his hand, and his grip was limp, weak. “Hello, pretty!”
“…We should go,” Hanjun said abruptly, wrapped his arm around Li Ying’s shoulder, and led him away.
“Ah, alright. See you at the party?” Li Ying still tried to be polite to Wang Hao and the woman, though Hanjun was fast dragging him away.
“You really have found yourself a pretty one, Wu Hanjun!” Wang Hao called after them. Li Ying noted the girl by Wang Hao’s side seemed pissed.
“What an odd person your cousin is. He didn’t even introduce his companion,” Li Ying whispered while they walked towards the club. “Do you know her?”
“No. Stay away from Wang Hao.”
“Tch! As if I would look twice at such a sleazebag!”
Hanjun seemed content with that. He led Li Ying through the architecturally interesting corridor, fashioned from dark metal slats to be asymmetrical, flooded with blue light. On the other side of this futuristic element opened a wide space with a round bar at the center where formally dressed bartenders shook elaborate cocktails that sparkled, foamed, and emitted smoke, and sent out champagne by the bucket. There were tables and booths with sleek leather couches.Large windows gave out to the city, and in the distance one could see the iconic landmarks of Pudong, lit up in the night. There was only a small dance floor and the house DJ was playing at a rather modest volume. There were only a few foreigners there dancing it off.
Maybe the party will turn up later.Li Ying hoped. For now he followed Hanjun as he looked around.
“Hanjun! Here!” Hanrong had stood up and waved at them, and they joined him and a bunch of others at a group of reserved tables by the windows.
“Everyone, welcome my cousin, back from America!” Hanrong said with a hand on Hanjun’s shoulder, and many cheered and hurried to greet Hanjun.
These were all old acquaintances from college, although everyone was being polite towards Hanjun. It seemed that even among friends he was only close to his second cousin. The friends were curious about Li Ying, some more politely and some more eagerly:
“And nice to meet you, miss…?”
