The door was kicked open with a thunderous bang—even the bodyguards hadn’t expected the young master to be so ruthless.
"What are you doing? Stop!"
One guard reached out to grab him.
Rumors had spread that the Su family’s youngest son had lost his mind after being disowned. Seeing him now, it seemed plausible.
Su Yu’s gaze flicked to the outstretched hand. The guard froze under that sharp glare.
His lips curled into a smile. "Since when does the Su family only have one young master? My paternity test is still in my drawer."
The guard didn’t dare respond, silently scoffing. What can this useless bastard compare to the eldest young master?
"Move."
Su Yu’s tone was light, but the force behind his kick wasn’t. The already weakened door flew open with a deafening crash, slamming against the wall.
Inside, the figures froze mid-action, turning toward the commotion.
Su Yan was seated beside Ji Yanli, his fingers lingering on the half-unbuttoned collar of the man’s shirt. Ji Yanli’s chest was bared, his skin exposed under the dim light.
Ji Yanli himself was slumped against the chairback, eyes closed—whether unconscious or asleep was unclear. His breathing was shallow, his expression uncharacteristically peaceful.
At the sight of Su Yu, Su Yan’s smile stiffened. He stood, adopting the demeanor of a concerned elder brother.
"Little brother, what brings you here?"
"And what are you doing, ge?"
Su Yu ignored the question, stepping further inside. The bodyguards followed, flanking the room like sentinels.
Su Yan’s smile remained gentle. "I came on Father’s behalf to discuss the collaboration. President Ji seems to have had too much to drink."
Su Yu knew Ji Yanli’s alcohol tolerance better than most. A man who could drink all night at galas without flinching—would he really get drunk so easily?
"What kind of collaboration requires taking clothes off?"
That once-familiar gentle face now only made Su Yu’s skin crawl. In the past, out of respect for Song Yanchu—who shared Su Yan’s refined demeanor—he’d treated his brother with deference.
Had it not been for the bullet comments, he might’ve still believed this man was his dutiful elder brother.
Su Yan’s smile strained. "Shouldn’t little brother be figuring out how to survive? What brings you here?"
"Here to pick up my meal ticket."
Su Yu strode to Ji Yanli’s side. Even unconscious, the man’s brow was furrowed, as if troubled.
He patted Ji Yanli’s cheek. "Hey. You dead?"
Ji Yanli’s eyes cracked open—just a sliver—but his gaze was startlingly clear.
Su Yu’s heart skipped. He quickly looked away.
"What?"
Su Yan didn’t understand. Seeing them so close, his stomach twisted. He reached out to separate them—
But Ji Yanli, as if sensing the movement, dodged the hand and instead slumped heavily against Su Yu.
Su Yu staggered under the weight. "Fuck—what do you eat, bricks?!"
Ignoring the complaint, Ji Yanli nuzzled into his shoulder, settling his weight firmly against Su Yu. A large hand anchored itself at the small of Su Yu’s back.
"Su Yu." Su Yan’s voice was tight. "As your brother, I’ve spoken kindly of you to Father. This collaboration is vital to the Su family. Don’t throw a tantrum like a child."
[Pfft—Su Yan’s full of shit. Originally, Father Su intended for Su Yu to handle this deal. Only after the disowning did Su Yan swoop in.]
[If Baby Su had taken charge, it’d have been a done deal.]
[What ‘kind words’? More like backstabbing.]
[Trash brother. Our baby would never resort to seduction for gain.]
"Ge," Su Yu tilted his head, smiling sweetly as he pried Ji Yanli’s wandering hand from his waist. "I don’t know why you always treat me like a child."
"But this time, I’m just here to pick up my boss. See? I’m being responsible—got myself a job, no longer a spoiled young master."
With that, he hooked an arm under Ji Yanli’s, heaving the dead weight upright. "Asshole, stand on your own. If you faceplant, I’m not paying your hospital bills."
Su Yu was noticeably smaller than Ji Yanli. Carrying the man was a struggle—he had to lean back just to keep his balance.
Su Yan stared, dumbfounded, only snapping out of it as they passed him. He lunged forward to stop them—
But before his fingers could graze Su Yu’s back, Ji Yanli lifted his head.
Their eyes met.
Su Yan recoiled as if burned. Ji Yanli’s gaze was wide awake, dark and searing.
Somehow, Su Yu managed to haul Ji Yanli to the lobby. One arm braced the man’s back while the other patted him down.
"Ji Yanli, which pocket’s your phone in?"
No response. Just a low, rough groan against his neck that made Su Yu’s ears burn.
"I swear—if you remember this later, don’t accuse me of taking liberties."
Muttering "just looking for the phone, I’m a good man, still pure",
he shoved a hand into Ji Yanli’s left pants pocket.
The moment his fingers brushed inside, Ji Yanli jerked, a stifled moan escaping him.
Su Yu yanked his hand back, horrified.
What the hell did I just touch?!
Ji Yanli’s breath scorched his neck. Gritting his teeth, Su Yu tried the right pocket—then the inner jacket pockets.
Just as he considered checking the back pockets, his wrist was caught.
Ji Yanli guided his hand to a hidden compartment, where Su Yu’s fingertips grazed a hard rectangular object.
[If you keep groping, he’s gonna draw his gun.]
[What gun? Elaborate.]
[LMAOOOO baby, I think you’re copping a feel and I have proof.]
[Ji-ge almost broke character. Little Ji couldn’t stay down.]
Faking it?!
Su Yu narrowed his eyes at Ji Yanli. The man’s breathing was ragged, his face flushed—utterly unlike his usual composed self.
No way. If he were sober, he’d never let me manhandle him like this.
Ji Yanli had standards. Severe ones.
This was only the second time Su Yu had seen him drunk.
The first was at Song Yanchu’s birthday banquet—his first after returning from abroad. Fragile and beloved, everyone had brought lavish gifts.
Su Yu’s present had been a prayer bracelet.
Shen Le had suggested it: "Climb the mountain to the temple. A blessed bracelet will protect him."
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