He Chu San looked at him nervously. Today, his Brother Liu Yi had clearly dressed with care—clad in a brand-new wine-red suit, a black shirt beneath, the collar buttoned with meticulous precision. The smooth line of his neck, left just exposed enough, made He Chu San swallow unconsciously.
Being stared at like this, Xia Liu Yi assumed his clothes had been rumpled during the earlier scuffle. He lowered his head to straighten them, then smiled at him again.
“Go on.”
Caught off guard by how serious and earnest the other appeared, He Chu San instead lost his nerve. He hurriedly adjusted himself as well—today he wore a white suit with a black bow tie, broad-shouldered and long-legged, cutting a rather dashing figure. Standing beside Xia Liu Yi, he felt they were well matched. His hand slipped into his trouser pocket, touching the small box that had long been warmed by his body heat. Overcome with nerves, he began to stammer.
“W-wait, I remember there’s still… ah!”
Slapping his forehead, he finally recalled what he had forgotten—perhaps that earlier blow from Inspector Wu had rattled him senseless. He hurriedly dragged out a burlap sack hidden earlier in the corner of the storeroom. Just as he was about to reach inside, he noticed Xia Liu Yi watching him with a faintly amused smile.
“Turn around first,” He Chu San said. “I’ll call you when I’m ready.”
Xia Liu Yi chuckled and turned his back.
Flustered, He Chu San pulled out handfuls of rose petals and crouched on the floor to arrange them. A heart shape felt too cliché, scattering them everywhere too messy—after fumbling and wrinkling quite a few, he ultimately piled them into a somewhat crumpled heart. He then moved several battered stools into the corner—left side looked off, right side took up too much space. There were empty bottles and discarded boxes on the floor; he shoved them into a corner, found it unsightly, then stuffed them all into the burlap sack instead—only to end up with even more garlands and bouquets strewn across the ground, which created yet another dilemma of arrangement…
A man capable of flawlessly managing a wedding banquet for an extra hundred guests found both his intelligence and composure reduced to nothing in this tiny room. He fussed in a panic for nearly ten minutes. At last, Xia Liu Yi’s voice sounded behind him.
“Are you done yet?”
“D-don’t turn around!”
Still scrambling, He Chu San babbled, “I—I wanted to set this up earlier, but someone might’ve found out… who knew so many people would come today… these stools and bottles weren’t even in here before, I told the manager to clear this room, and they still dumped rubbish in here…”
“Damn brat, what exactly are you doing?”
“Don’t turn around!”
Already having guessed his intentions, Xia Liu Yi couldn’t help but laugh softly. When the rustling behind him finally subsided, he asked again, “Now?”
“N-not yet… wait…” He Chu San glanced nervously at his watch. It was nearly seven—the banquet was about to begin. The emcee would soon take the stage; the wedding march should be starting.
“Jiang jiang jiang jiang! Jiang jiang jiang jiang—!”
“Dear friends and honored guests, welcome to the wedding of Mr. He Bing Xian and Miss Wu Qian Li…”
“Alright… you can turn around now,” He Chu San said.
Xia Liu Yi turned, smiling.
Amid the jubilant wedding music, in the center of the now-tidied room lay a large heart of red roses, adorned with white flowers. Beside it, kneeling on one knee, was He Chu San—dressed in white, graceful and striking, his expression both nervous and shy. In his trembling hands, he held a small box. Within it lay a simple, elegant platinum ring set with a single small diamond, gleaming brightly.
With utmost seriousness—yet still unable to stop stammering—he said,
“X-Xia Liu Yi… will you marry—no, will you… take me as your husband?”
Xia Liu Yi let out a laugh. “Shouldn’t something like this be done in a five-star hotel’s sea-view suite? Cutting costs even here, Elite He?”
—Dragging him into this shabby little storeroom of a rundown restaurant, scattering cheap petals on the ground and calling it a proposal? Truly something only Elite He could do—the same man who gave paper cake for birthdays, cheap jade Buddhas for courtship, and rented broken flats for cohabitation!
Elite He stammered, “B-but doing it at my father’s wedding makes it more meaningful.”
“What meaning? The meaning of angering your father to death?”
“Don’t say that on such a joyous day—spit it out, spit it out!” He Chu San hurriedly countered, even spitting for him before continuing earnestly, “My father spent half his life alone before meeting Auntie Wu. They truly care for each other—that kind of love is rare… moving. I truly care for you too. I want to take care of you for a lifetime…”
The more he spoke, the harder Xia Liu Yi laughed. Growing anxious, he stammered again, “S-so… are you agreeing or not?”
Xia Liu Yi lowered his head, laughing endlessly, leaving He Chu San in torment. Having teased him to his heart’s content, he finally undid two buttons of his coat and, with bold ease, knelt down before him as well.
“Foolish boy—always sneaking around. I knew from the start what you were planning!”
From his pocket, he produced a small exquisite box. Inside lay another diamond ring—its gleaming stone far more ostentatious than Elite He’s modest one.
“Put yours on too, Sister-in-law!”
The Sister-in-law nearly fainted from shock.
He had imagined countless scenarios—even Xia Liu Yi gently refusing with a laugh—but never this. Never that Xia Liu Yi would kneel before him and propose in return. Who could have expected such a thing?
Forgetting the ring entirely, he lunged forward and embraced Xia Liu Yi, showering his face and lips with frantic kisses. As he kissed, his eyes grew moist, disbelief spilling into a soft sigh.
“Brother Liu Yi… why do you like me this much?” It felt like a dream.
Xia Liu Yi, his face covered in kisses, laughed and cursed, “Is it wrong to like you? Damn it!”
“Say it again.”
“What?”
“That just now—only the first three words.”
Xia Liu Yi burst into laughter. “Damn brat, how shameless can you get?”
“Say it, please,” He Chu San pleaded. This was a proposal—the more shameless, the better!
After laughing a while longer, Xia Liu Yi pulled him closer and bit lightly at him, then said in mock seriousness,
“Damn brat—your Brother Liu Yi likes you.”
The brat collapsed against him, soft as water. “What do I do… my head is spinning… I can’t breathe… I’m going to faint…”
“Hahaha! Stop pretending! Get up! Aren’t your knees tired from kneeling so long?”
But He Chu San had no intention of getting up. Playing the fool, he pushed Xia Liu Yi down into the bed of rose petals, impatiently reaching for his clothes.
“Careful—careful!” Xia Liu Yi protested half-heartedly. “Mind the clothes! We still have to go out later!” Failing from above, the brat turned to the belt below. Xia Liu Yi glared. “Damn it, you’re such a closet pervert! There are people right outside…”
The two of them fumbled with each other in the cramped storeroom, desire rising alongside the cheerful wedding music outside—yet just as they had barely begun, a loud knocking came from the door.
Over the emcee’s jubilant voice, Xin Xin shouted from outside,
“Brother Sam! Come out! Accompany Dad and Mom onto the stage!”
He Chu San’s face flushed red. “Didn’t we agree you’d go?!”
“Dad wants you too! You’re his son!”
Still clinging to Xia Liu Yi, he refused to move until Xia Liu Yi nudged him up with a knee. “Go, or your father’s coming in to drag you out.”
His face fell. “I should’ve booked a sea-view suite…”
“Realizing that now?”
After several minutes, He Chu San finally shuffled out, hurriedly blocking Xin Xin’s curious gaze and shutting the storeroom door behind him.
“What were you doing?” she asked. “Won’t even let me see? Wow—Brother, that’s a huge ‘strawberry’ on your neck!”
He Chu San jumped in shock, instinctively reaching for his neck. Xin Xin burst into laughter.
“Got you! You were definitely in there fooling around with Sister-in-law!”
“What nonsense are you spouting,” He Chu San said, steadying himself.
The siblings hurried toward the stage as they talked. Xin Xin leaned in, whispering mischievously, “Brother, tell me honestly—are you the one on the bottom?”
“Shut up.”
“Hahaha, you’re blushing! Then you definitely are! Brother Liu Yi is so handsome! Do your brothers all call you ‘sister-in-law’? Sister-in-law He!”
He Chu San clamped a hand over her mouth—by then they had already reached their father and mother.
Mr. He, who had been waiting for quite some time, was far from pleased. He smacked He Chu San lightly on the forehead. “You useless brat! Your father’s getting married—where the hell did you run off to?!”
“Ow! Dad, I just got beaten up—I went to put on some medicine.”
“Medicine my ass! Where’s the medicine on your face?” Mr. He raised his hand again, but He Chu San nimbly dodged. “And what’s this stuck on your pants?” He bent down and plucked a petal from He Chu San’s knee. “What’s this? A rose?”
“Y-yeah, roses we prepared for you. Got crushed during the fight just now, so I had to throw them away.” The ‘Best Actor’ improvised on the spot. Xin Xin snorted with laughter beside him. Mr. He glared even harder—like hell he believed that.
“Alright, stop scolding the child. Let’s get on stage,” Auntie Wu stepped in to smooth things over.
Amidst cheers, the family went up onto the stage in high spirits. He Chu San supported his father, Xin Xin linked arms with their mother—two radiant pairs, like blessed couples. Mr. He and Auntie Wu beamed with vitality; Xin Xin, in her short skirt, looked youthful and adorable, like a giggling little angel; and He Chu San himself cut a striking figure, a fine young man among men.
What an enviable family.
Standing in the center, Mr. He looked so proud his nose practically tilted skyward.
He took the microphone happily and began a long-winded speech. He Chu San, however, was distracted. Maintaining a flawless smile, he cast a covert glance toward the storage room.
The door to the storage room was slightly ajar.
Everyone’s attention was on Mr. He’s animated speech—everyone except He Chu San, who noticed Xia Liu Yi standing within that narrow gap.
Their eyes met.
Xia Liu Yi suddenly winked at him, a roguish grin tugging at his lips—and then, unhurriedly, he began unbuttoning his shirt.
Long fingers moved slowly, one button after another… revealing his bronzed chest inch by inch.
Like a match dropped into an ocean of oil, desire ignited instantly.
Under the gaze of the entire crowd, He Chu San felt himself burn with restrained lust. Still smiling perfectly, he subtly bent forward and took a step back, positioning himself behind Mr. He—to conceal the unmistakable bulge in his trousers.
Boss… you’re truly wicked. Not just a little—you’re asking to be fucked, he ground his teeth inwardly.
At long last, the ceremony ended. He Chu San accompanied his parents to toast several tables, then excused himself on the pretense of needing the restroom and slipped away at speed.
After lingering briefly in the bathroom, he crept along the wall like a thief and darted back into the storage room like a rat.
Inside, it was pitch dark. Xia Liu Yi had turned off the lights—and caught his hand before he could switch them back on.
Warm breath enveloped him from behind. Slender fingers slid down along his abdomen, deftly undoing his belt.
He Chu San grabbed the arm wrapped around his waist, feeling smooth, warm skin beneath his palm, and couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Who were you calling repressed just now? You’ve already stripped bare?”
“Left one pair of underwear for you. You’re not allowed to take it off with your hands.”
He Chu San turned around, ran a hand along Xia Liu Yi’s waist, and dropped to one knee…
They collapsed together afterward, lying amid crushed rose petals, their breathing slowly evening out. The scent of the roses seeped into the air, rich and intoxicating.
Xia Liu Yi grabbed a handful of petals and smeared them across He Chu San’a face, then cupped his cheeks and kissed him, tasting the fragrant, slightly bitter juice. After lingering in that closeness, He Chu San pulled him back up, pressed him against the wall, changed to a new condom, and lifted one of his legs to enter him again.
This time, he moved at a slower, more torturous pace—drawing things out deliberately.
Xia Liu Yi, unable to endure, dug his fingers into He Chu San’s lower back. The pain only made He Chu San’s movements rougher, more forceful, driving into him in a relentless rhythm that forced broken gasps from Xia Liu Yi’s lips.
At last, unable to hold back, Xia Liu Yi pushed him away and made a show of escaping a few steps—only to be caught again, pressed against the door, and taken once more.
Their bodies slammed against the wooden door, producing dull, heavy thuds.
Then—
A knock.
Xia Liu Yi froze instantly.
“Is someone in there? Is it locked?” came the voice of an elderly woman outside.
She had been seated at a nearby table—her eyesight poor, but her hearing sharp. Hearing the repeated thumping, she thought someone might be trapped inside.
Just as Xia Liu Yi was about to respond—
He Chu San thrust sharply from behind, driving deep.
A muffled sound escaped Xia Liu Yi as his knees nearly gave out. Furious, he reached back and bit down hard on He Chu San’s arm.
Both men tensed, brows furrowed, suppressing their voices.
Truly—when two people are in love, why must they torment each other like this?
A good chunk of flesh on He Chu San’a forearm was caught between Xia Liu Yi’s teeth as he gnawed down hard, grinding it like a chew toy. The pain made He Chu San’s face crumple, but he forced himself to stay composed and called out, “It’s fine—just tidying things up.”
“Do you need me to get the manager to open the door for you?” the kindly old lady asked.
“No need, I can open it myself. Thanks.”
“As long as you can open it…” the old woman muttered as she shuffled away. The moment her voice faded into the distance, Xia Liu Yi released his bite and viciously pinched the teeth marks he’d just left behind.
“Ow, ow, ow—fuck, that hurts!” He Chu San hissed under his breath. “Let go, let go—are we doing this or not, Brother Liu Yi?”
“Doing your head,” Xia Liu Yi snapped through clenched teeth. “Get out!”
“You’re still biting me down there—I can’t get out… ah—ow, ow, I was wrong, I was wrong…”
Like conjoined twins, the two of them stumbled and scuffled all the way to the farthest wall from the door, and soon the rhythmic collisions resumed. “A’Si” settled comfortably in that soft, wet warmth—welcomed eagerly when pressing forward, reluctant to be released when pulling back—so content it had no desire to leave. After quite some time of lively movement, it suddenly tensed and shuddered, soaking the thin sheath encasing it.
After the climax, He Chu San rested his chin on Xia Liu Yi’s shoulder, breathing heavily, his hands still wandering over him. When he felt the liquid smeared across Xia Liu Yi’s lower abdomen, he dipped his fingers into it and spread it across those firm abdominal muscles.
“Brother Liu Yi, have you been working out lately? Feels like you’ve gotten harder.”
“Aren’t you training too?” Xia Liu Yi pinched his waist.
“Heh, you noticed? I go to the gym twice a week now.”
“What are you training for?”
“No choice—I’ve got to serve the Boss properly.” Clearly, a bit of casual Taiji in his spare time was no longer enough. To achieve a body like a green pine and a waist like a motor—that took real effort.
“My colleague told me about a position called ‘standing carry,’” he added excitedly. “Next time we could—”
Before he could finish, Xia Liu Yi pinched him again. “Damn you—so this is what you’re training for?!”
They clung together, murmuring intimate nonsense for a long while. Once Xia Liu Yi had caught his breath, he pushed He Chu San away, spread his legs slightly, and walked over to the door to turn on the light, intending to find his clothes.
In the sudden brightness, He Chu San saw his long, elegant back—sweat trickling down across the crisscrossing old scars, like a phoenix reborn from water. His pert backside was flushed red from the impact, and the sticky sheen trailed down along his straight legs—
How could he possibly hold back?
He strode forward, wrapped his arms around Xia Liu Yi’s waist, and began rubbing against him again, clearly intent on another round.
To his surprise, Xia Liu Yi neither got angry nor resisted. Instead, he turned his head and kissed him, saying gently, “No more. I’ve got things to do tonight.”
“Who knows when I’ll see you again.” He Chu San nuzzled against him, whining softly.
Xia Liu Yi cupped his face and smiled. “Silly brat. I’m coming home tonight.”
“Really?!”
“It’ll be late. If you’re sleepy, go to bed first.”
“I’m not sleepy! I’ll wait for you.” He Chu San beamed, planting a big kiss on him.
With something to look forward to, he became visibly brighter, quickly grabbing tissues to clean them both up, helping Xia Liu Yi dress, then swiftly tidying the storage room. He stuffed all the crushed rose petals and Xia Liu Yi’s wrinkled, stained coat into a large sack.
Carefully cracking the door open, he saw the banquet hall still lively and noisy—no one paid attention to this little corner. So the two of them slipped out one after the other, hugging the wall, and exited through the back door.
Several of Xia Liu Yi’s bodyguards were stationed there. Seeing both the Boss and the “Sister-in-law” emerge, they immediately called for a car to be brought around.
The alley was dim and quiet, a cold wind blowing through. He Chu San took off his coat and draped it over Xia Liu Yi’s shoulders—only for Xia Liu Yi to put it back on him.
“It’s cold on the road,” He Chu San insisted softly.
“There’s heating in the car,” Xia Liu Yi said, pressing his shoulders down. “Put it on.” Then he pulled him briefly into his arms.
The bodyguards kept their eyes lowered, perfectly disciplined.
The car arrived quickly. Xia Liu Yi brushed the back of He Chu San’s neck, then strode into the rear seat. Through the window, he gave him a small wave.
“Go back inside. Your dad’s going to get suspicious.”
He Chu San only smiled, stubbornly remaining where he stood, watching him leave. The convoy slowly drove off, disappearing past the alley’s mouth. The night wind howled, billowing his white suit jacket.
He gathered his clothes, still staring in the direction the car had gone. His fingers fumbled with the buttons, missing several times.
For some reason, a faint unease crept into his heart.
Tonight had been too perfect. Too blissful.
After the raging fire of desire burned through him, he could faintly smell something scorched—like charred earth beneath the flames. Like a masochist, he couldn’t shake the sense that something was wrong.
—Xia Liu Yi had been too good to him.
He didn’t doubt Xia Liu Yims feelings in the slightest. If it weren’t love, that man would never have allowed him such intimacy. Feelings couldn’t be faked—and Xia Liu Yi least of all was capable of pretending.
But He Chu San knew him too well.
Xia Liu Yi’s love was restrained, evasive, deeply buried beneath the surface—like an undercurrent.
So why now was he being so direct? So open? So unreservedly gentle?
What was he feeling guilty about?
What was he hiding?
What was he trying to make up for?
Slipping a hand into his pocket, he tightly gripped the small box he had exchanged earlier. Letting out a long, slow breath, he understood—
This was far from a simple story of “two people in love pledging themselves to each other and living happily ever after.”
Even so—
He wanted that ending with all his heart.
And he would make sure it became that ending.
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