The person talking was naturally Gong no.1, Liang Jiashu, the legitimate heir of the Liang family. Already in his third year of university, apart from hiding in the lab and working on his thesis every day, he only appeared on official occasions, such as Liang family banquets or school competitions. FOM had been open for more than a year, but tonight was the first time the “crown prince” set his precious feet into the establishment.
Manager Zhao was flattered and confused, not knowing where to put his hands while rushing to serve him. He quickly waved away the two doormen who were coming over, personally led the young master into the exclusive elevator, and pressed the button.
Bursts of hot air sped out from the top of his head, dragging multiple lines of sweat on his forehead. However, he smiled wider and brighter than ever in his life: “Second Young Master Liang and the little Miss are both in the private box on the fourth floor,” he started. “Don’t worry, Sir, only my most trusted employees are allowed to serve them, so there could never, absolutely never, be any accidents!”
Young Master Liang stood in place while listening to his flattery, but his expression was just as blank and cold as a gravestone. The lights inside the elevator were bright, refracting off his straight, broad shoulders. Already in the middle of August, he was still wearing old-fashioned long trousers, as if he couldn’t feel the heat at all, paired with a pretentious smoky gray shirt. Always the proper young man, Liang Jiashu’s shirt was fastened all the way to the top, revealing only a sharp jawline and a bit of skin at the back of his neck, pale enough to blind the eye.
Manager Zhao stared at that miserable patch of skin, feeling pity for the young man. However, he was soon shocked by his own guts and quickly withdrew his eyes, not daring to look at it again.
But his brain still remembered the many rumors surrounding that boy.
Everyone who was part of the rich circle of City A knew that Liang Jiashu was a test-tube baby, with a very difficult birth. However, he was not at all pitiful, growing up into an eccentric and conservative man with a slightly neurotic personality. Despite the fact that he just celebrated his 20th birthday, he never acted his age, already showing signs of a restrained temperament that not many could tolerate…
…And the FOM nightclub was noisy and chaotic, belonging to the “thorn in the ass” chategory he hated the most. After less than a second inside, Young Master Liang was already annoyed.
So, it’s better to serve him well and show him the door as soon as possible, Manager Zhao thought. With a sigh in his heart, he respectfully led him to the corridor after the elevator door opened.
It was almost two o’clock in the morning, and the fourth floor was quiet. The lounge was huge, but in order to highlight its VIP status, it only contained a dozen or so boxes with different scenery. Manager Zhao quickly walked down the corridor, stopping in front of a wooden door.
“It’s here,” he respectfully said. Opening the door, he turned around and continued with a smile: “There’s nothing to worry about. Everyone who works on the fourth floor is basically a student. Just a bunch of simple-minded and insightful kids who don’t talk that much. It should be nice and quiet inside…”
Before his words were finished, a familiar voice suddenly sounded. With a lazy smile, it penetrated the ear like a feather:
“You think you’re very special, right?”
Manager Zhao thought of something, stiffly turning around with a pale face, just like a ghost in a horror movie. Not far away, his new “money tree” was looking at Liang Zhiyu with a comfortable attitude, saying: “Well, you’re right. You are special. Different from all the other boys I know.”
“You give off a sense of alienation, just like the mist that is suddenly far away only to come closer. Both lonely and pathetic.”
Manager Zhao: “…”
What the hell?!
Under their feet, the wool carpet was soft and light in colour, but the open wooden door cast a very heavy shadow on the ground, just like a blob of ink on snow-white paper. Liang Jiashu followed the sound of that voice with no expression, looking inside. In a split second, he only saw…
A dusty pink butterfly.
The private box was very large, but to match Liang Zhiyu’s non-mainstream aesthetics, the light inside was deliberately dim. Among the countless silent and blurred shadows, a tall man leaned lazily on the edge of the table, shrouded in all types of neon lights, shining and dazzling.
Lu Chi didn’t seem to notice the movement behind him, and the system in his mind was also strangely quiet, ignoring him. However, he had no spare energy to think about his unreliable partner, his full attention on the boy in front of him. His eyes swept over Liang Zhiyu’s messy hairstyle, sharp punk rings, and frivolous facial expression without moving…
Combined with the already known plot, Lu Chi instantly outlined the image of a nasty kid who was empty in the head, relying on his family’s background to bully the weak.
This type of little ghost that not even the most diehard fan would like was only suitable to act as cannon fodder, doomed to fail under the righteous light of the protagonist.
Lu Chi smiled silently. His beautiful eyes turned up as he continued to recite Internet quotes that cringy teenagers liked to share: “You’ve been pretending all your life, but in fact, you only care about yourself in your heart.”
“You want excitement, you chase danger, and even show excessive violence and unreasonableness, but that’s only to attract the attention you crave. For example, from the parents who ignore you, a brother who’s several times better than you, or your so-called friends who only tolerate you for money…”
…He wanted to say more, but the music that sounded like the howling of thousands of tortured souls showed no sign of stopping, interrupting his line of thought!
Liang Zhiyu’s original lascivious expression disappeared, and his brown pupils shrank into two small dots, staring at Lu Chi. His fists were tightly close, and a spike from one of his rings even stabbed a vague blood stain in his palm. However, he didn’t notice it.
After a moment, he suddenly put down his wine glass, raised his foot, and kicked the table Lu Chi was leaning against–
Bang! Crystal wine glasses slipped down in an instant, crackling all over the ground and staining the pristine carpet. From the side, Gu Yanyan screamed but then immediately covered his mouth. He looked at Lu Chi in fear and panic, and then glanced at the open door behind him, as if he wanted to run outside and ask for help. However, everyone was silent, acting like empty air.
The quiet atmosphere was spreading. Liang Zhiyu stared at Lu Chi coldly, with a type of indifference and oppression on his face that was unique to spoiled, rich kids. He then pointed to Lu Chi and said word by word: “Shut. Your mouth. Bitch! A person like you who takes off their clothes for money! Did I allow you to speak?!”
In the awfully quiet room, his voice fell and…
Lu Chi suddenly stretched out his hand, slapping him without warning. His porcelain white, thin wrist flashed like a sharp gust of wind, accompanied by a light aroma. However, it was also accompanied by the crisp sound of a blunt object coming in contact with very soft flesh, bringing forward a hot, tingling sensation.
The system bluescreened for two seconds, rebooting itself only to scream in Li Chi’s mind: [Baby!!! What are you doing?! Gong no.1 is right behind you! How can you humiliate Gong no.2 in front of him?!]
Lu Chi shook his wrist, answering with quite a calm expression: [So you knew he was right behind me, eh?]
The system went silent for a long time, finally answering with a guilty and quite wronged tone: [I… My code stipulates that I must act immoral at all times… I wanted to remind you but… You know…]
Lu Chi smiled. I know, I understand. Now shut up for me!
The sound of that slap echoed in the box. Liang Zhiyu’s mind also blacked out for two seconds before realising he was slapped.
From his birth to the current moment…
Except for his father, no one dared to touch him!
The man in front of him was virtually a stranger! How dare he?! Liang Zhiyu was furious and felt ashamed. Stretching out his hand to grab Lu Chi’s collar, he screamed: “Bastard–”
And yet, Lu Chi lifted his arm and yep, you guessed it, slapped him again.
The role Lu Chi was forced to act out started life as a poor orphan. Although he was thin and looked weak, he was actually strong and good at fighting, more than enough to deal with the tantrums of a spoiled little bastard. Not to mention that Liang Zhiyu was also quite drunk, losing most of his strength.
For the second time in a row, the sound of a slap echoed in the box, proof of the fact that Second Young Master Liang was busy receiving a loving dose of education from Lu Chi. He was anxious and angry in his heart, but there was something even more shameful he could no longer ignore…
There was a soft and light fragrance that kept on lingering in his nose, just like a ghost that was determined to haunt him, unable to be shaken off at all!
Damn it!
God damn it!!
Soon enough, his hot face started to swell up.
Lu Chi thought he had slapped the bitch-mouthed kid enough, so he finally stretched out his hand with great compassion… Grabbing Liang Zhiyu’s long hair and dragging him down. The fragrance suddenly became strong and clear.
Liang Zhiyu half knelt on the ground, forced to raise his head. Finally, he clearly saw the face of the man who was punishing him, a face that had been hidden for the whole night, shrouded in a cloud of confusing light and shadow.
Lu Chi’s eyes were big, and his pupils were a clear and sweet light brown, with a natural moist feeling. When looking down at people, his eyelashes curled up, painting colourful strokes on his pupils in a very enticing way.
His smile was as beautiful as a bouquet of flowers, but when he looked at you with a neutral expression, his face looked like the calm sea at night, cold and indifferent. Liang Zhiyu stared at such a face, feeling that all his disguises had been seen through, and even his soul had nowhere to hide.
…Damn.
The fragrance was so damn strong!
His original anger slowly faded, and his face suddenly filled with another kind of hotness, hiding infinite shame. The box was still just as silent, since everyone was already stunned. Both the little Miss Liang and Gu Yanyan opened their mouths wide, and Manager Zhao at the door was even more dumbfounded.
Liang Zhiyu blushed in an instant, asking hoarsely: “You…”
“Can you speak properly?”, Lu Chi interrupted him.
Liang Zhiyu was stunned: “… What?”
Lu Chi did not answer, only lifting his other hand. Liang Zhiyu’s body trembled under the effect of PTSD, thinking the third slap would soon follow. Unexpectedly, that porcelain white hand drooped, with blood vessels that looked purple in the dim neon light. Its owner casually grabbed a bottle of clear champagne from another table and touched it slowly, as if to confirm the temperature.
Then, Lu Chi gently pressed the icy cold bottle to Liang Zhiyu’s red and swollen face. The cold instantly numbed most of the pain and Liang Zhiyu held it in a daze. Like a benevolent god, Lu Chi smiled down on him, asking: “Can you speak properly now?”
Do you still dare to disrespect me?!
The man’s soft fingertips were still touching one side of the champagne bottle, cold but exuding a strong fragrance. Liang Zhiyu could only stupidly stare at him for a while before nodding: “… Can.”
Lu Chi smiled again, took out the bank card the little girl gave him from his pocket, and stuffed it lazily into Liang Zhiyu’s collar like a reward. His fingertips were stained with water vapors, cold to the touch, but also incredibly hot when they touched the hard chest of a teenage boy.
Through the mist in his brain, Liang Zhiyu heard him say softly: “Obedient little boys should be rewarded.”
“Don’t teach your sister such dirty words in the future. If you have the guts, say them to me in person.”
Liang Zhiyu blinked for a long time before he nodded dullly again.
Lu Chi looked with satisfaction at the boy who was acting quite honestly. He knew that he was probably drunk out of his mind, but also rebuked for the first time in his life, unable to react for a while.
Commonly known as being beaten into stupidity.
Oh well, the naughty boy really needed a wake-up call.
In the end, Lu Chi no longer concerned himself with Liang Zhiyu, raising his hand to fix his hair. The dusty pink shade fell on his side of his face, like the wings of a butterfly resting on the clear surface of a lake.
The cold air around him also slowly drifted away, and Lu Chi turned his head leisurely, looking at the door of the private box.
In the thick, ink-like shadow, Liang Jiashu stood with an expressionless face. No one knew when he arrived, but his three-dimensional facial features were enveloped by darkness, and a pair of sharp eyes drooped faintly, condescendingly witnessing everything.
Lu Chi grabbed a glass of wine and nodded to him. After taking a sip to ease his dry throat, he asked slowly: “Have you seen enough?”
Have you seen enough of me training your family’s dog?
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WOOOOOO MC IS SO HOOOOOTT
thx for the chapter <3