Tang Keyi never expected that a single furtive glance would lead to direct
eye contact with Qin Zhiyan.
His heart lurched, and he immediately ducked his head,
pretending to focus on the nonexistent rice in his bowl.
[Did he see me?]
[Ugh, of course he did—I’m way too eye-catching…]
[What now? Should I peek again?]
[Maybe he’s not looking anymore…]
[What if we lock eyes again?]
[I’m overthinking this. He was just scanning the room. No way he knows who
I am…]
Unbeknownst to Keyi, every thought echoed crystal-clear in Zhiyan’s mind.
Zhiyan studied the young man practically burying his face in his
bowl,
confirming the impossible: he could hear Keyi’s inner monologue.
So this is the infamous Tang Keyi?
The same one who’d boldly declared he’d marry him—yet now cowered like a
startled rabbit?
Amused, Zhiyan’s lips twitched.
[Get it together, Tang Keyi! You’re the ‘Little Tyrant of the Capital’!]
[But what if he hits me? He looks scary…]
[Maybe I should call my bodyguards? No—too embarrassing…]
Zhiyan’s amusement deepened.
Pathetic. All bark, no bite.
Then Keyi’s thoughts took a sharp turn:
[Ugh, why’d he have to come back? Now I actually have to pretend to be
obsessed with him!]
Zhiyan’s expression iced over.
So. This whole spectacle—the vows, the drama—was just to dodge arranged
marriages?
[Is he still staring? Does he recognize me?]
[Yo, President Qin! Never seen a handsome guy before?]
Zhiyan’s fingers tightened around his chopsticks. Insolent brat.
Flashback: One Year Earlier
"Keyi! You will meet the Liu family’s daughter tomorrow!"
Grandmother Tang thundered.
"She’s beautiful, gentle, educated—and she likes you!"
Keyi’s smile cracked.
"Grandma! I’m 24! My prime party years! Why waste them on blind dates?"
Women ruin gaming stats. Love? Overrated.
Give me racecars and freedom!
"Your brothers are all married. Must I die worrying about you?"
She coughed theatrically.
Keyi rolled his eyes.
"You outdanced me at the club last week."
"Fine! Just meet people! You might—"
"I’m gay!"
Keyi blurted.
Grandma Tang brightened.
"Wonderful! I’ll find you a nice boy. Top or bottom?"
"I—wait—"
Panicking, Keyi pointed at a magazine cover.
"Him! I love him!"
"…Qin Zhiyan?"
"Yes! Non-negotiable! No Zhiyan, no marriage!"
Present: Nightclub
"Drinks on me tonight!"
A tipsy Keyi waved a champagne bottle, met with cheers.
In the VIP lounge next door, Zhiyan slammed his untouched glass
down.
"What’s that noise?"
Qin Yulin sighed.
"That’d be your ‘admirer’ Tang Keyi."
He showed Zhiyan Keyi’s latest WeChat Moments—a raucous group photo, Keyi
flushed and grinning.
Zhiyan scrolled through Keyi’s feed: yachts, parties, luxury—the epitome
of a spoiled heir.
His jaw clenched.
You made a vow, Tang Keyi.
Time to pay up.
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