Chapter Seven: Kneeling on One Knee

Chapter Seven: Kneeling on One Knee

Rong Xiao returned after leaving.

The moment Yun Zi'an felt the warm, large hand embrace his shoulder, his pupils dilated like a cat's in the dead of night. In the next second, he was pulled back, his back pressed against an even hotter and solid chest.

At such close proximity, Yun Zi'an could distinctly smell the dampness from Rong Xiao's body, mixed with the fragrance of hand sanitizer, as rich as if deliberately masking something.

So he had just gone... to the restroom?

What... did he do in the restroom?

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Rong Xiao lifted his hand and covered Yun Zi'an's hand holding the broken wine bottle, effortlessly taking it from him, his tone nonchalant, "Dangerous."

Caught in his thoughts and slightly dazed, Yun Zi'an let Rong Xiao take the shattered wine bottle from his hand, unexpectedly showing a rare submissive demeanor.

Ran Shan, freed from Yun Zi'an's grip, had her heavy makeup tear-streaked, the smeared eyeshadow and eyeliner leaving dramatic marks on her face, like a spilled palette of colors.

She lifted her dress and ran crying towards Director Zhang, who had followed Rong Xiao into the room, desperately seeking help, "Director Zhang, Director Zhang!"

Director Zhang was still in shock. Today's gathering was meant to please Rong Xiao, the new prince. He had painstakingly invited stars of all calibers from the entertainment circle, but who would have thought that Rong Xiao wouldn't spare a glance at them, instead showing interest in Yun Zi'an, notoriously known in the industry.

When Yun Zi'an straddled Rong Xiao's lap, Director Zhang secretly rejoiced while drinking, thinking that Yun Zi'an, being a third-tier star, could be easily dealt with for a small amount of money. Sending him to Rong Xiao's bed would also benefit him greatly, a deal with no losses.

But to his surprise, his dream was only half-realized when Rong Xiao pushed Yun Zi'an away and left.

Director Zhang panicked and hurriedly followed to apologize, but he couldn’t even get a few words in before being stopped by Rong Xiao's bodyguards.

Frustrated by the missed opportunity, Director Zhang internally blamed Yun Zi'an, cursing him for being useless, even in seduction.

Yet, the scene unfolding before his eyes left Director Zhang completely dumbfounded.

Why would Rong Xiao stand up for Yun Zi'an?

Could it be... Rong Xiao was Yun Zi'an's secret financier?

"Director Zhang! Director Zhang, look at me..." Ran Shan cried with tears and snot flowing, her face still bearing the wounds from the broken wine bottle, "Yun Zi'an, that scoundrel, he’s so audacious, he..."

Director Zhang, thoroughly annoyed by her crying, suddenly slapped Ran Shan, bellowing, "Shut your mouth!"

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Ran Shan screamed and tumbled to the ground, covering her swollen face, tearfully unable to believe it, stammering, "Director, Director Zhang..."

Her previously domineering aura had completely collapsed. Now she lay disheveled on the floor like a defeated dog, while the other celebrities in the room, understanding the situation, exchanged glances, their expressions varying between mockery and amusement.

"Not all Burgundy wines are Romanée-Conti, this doesn’t even count as MONOPOLE." Yun Zi'an casually picked up a wine glass from the table, swirled it, observed the color through the light, sniffed its aroma, then smiled lightly and poured what these celebrities considered priceless wine onto the ground, "Unfortunately, I just opened a bottle of 1985 Romanée-Conti today, praised by the world-renowned master Robert Parker as 'Nectar of the Gods'. Tonight’s wine is simply nauseating to me."

Yun Zi'an, elegantly holding the empty glass, toasted Ran Shan from afar, "This one's for you, senior."

Yun Zi'an casually discarded the empty glass, naturally pulling out the decorative silk handkerchief from Rong Xiao's breast pocket to wipe his hands, no longer paying attention to anyone in the room. He turned to leave, not forgetting to command Rong Xiao, "Drive for me."

This statement further stunned Director Zhang, already in shock. His mouth wide open, sweat pouring down his forehead like a waterfall, feeling as if thousands of needles were pricking his pores from the air conditioning, overwhelmed by a sense of impending doom.

Who exactly is Yun Zi'an?

Daring to audaciously ask Rong Xiao to drive for him?

"Director Rong, Director Rong..." Director Zhang was terrified, bowing and scraping, trying to take the car keys from the security guard, "I’ll drive, I’ll take you..."

Rong Xiao's icy gaze pierced through him, rendering him immobile. In front of everyone, he took the car keys from the bodyguard and followed Yun Zi'an out.

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Yun Zi'an and Rong Xiao walked one after the other, one only in a thin silk robe, the other impeccably dressed in a suit with every button fastened up to the throat, without any verbal communication, not seeming like a lawful couple from any angle.

When Yun Zi'an stepped out of the lobby and saw the car Rong Xiao had brought, he could no longer remain silent.

A colossal black P4XL, looking like a bloodthirsty beast lying in wait under the moonlight, its mere presence exuding an intense sense of oppression and suffocation. The headlights glared forward like eagle eyes, and one could even hear the roaring sound of the cooling system, reminiscent of a fierce beast.

As the world's most elite off-road vehicle, the P4XL defies all obstacles, treating steep peaks and swamps as flat ground, its diesel engine's immense horsepower captivating every man.

But there was one problem—

The P4XL is one of the largest off-road vehicles in the world, a behemoth on the road, and its chassis... is too high.

Being less than 1.6 meters tall, Yun Zi'an couldn't climb up without help. His height was adequate, but today he wore a robe. If he tried to climb up, he would inadvertently expose himself...

Yun Zi'an bit his lower lip gently, pondering whether to take a taxi instead, when Rong Xiao, standing behind him, suddenly stepped forward, kneeling on one knee like a protective knight, and looked up at Yun Zi'an with his dark grey eyes, "Step on my thigh to get up."

This made Yun Zi'an take another look at Rong Xiao.

Due to the kneeling position, Rong Xiao's suit pants tightly outlined his sturdy and well-shaped thighs, the smooth lines of his muscles clear to see, as if sculpted by the hand of God, each inch exuding strength and beauty.

Yet, in this moment, Yun Zi'an couldn't help but let out a slight sneer, "You never knelt on one knee when you proposed to me."

Rong Xiao's pupils constricted for a moment, but he bowed his head indisputably, becoming even more silent.

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Fortunately, Yun Zi'an didn't intend to argue about their past in public, and unceremoniously stepped on Rong Xiao's thigh to get into the passenger seat.

Rong Xiao didn’t mind the footprint on his suit pants, standing up to fasten Yun Zi'an's seatbelt, and then took his place in the driver's seat. With the engine roaring to life, he started the car.

After the car began moving, Yun Zi'an closed his eyes. He had consumed too much alcohol tonight, originally intending to find a place to vent the restlessness in his veins, but unexpectedly ran into Rong Xiao.

The alcohol and agitation transformed into a strong desire, climbing from the coccyx up the spine to the cerebellum, even causing his skin to tremble slightly. He bit down hard on his lower lip, drawing blood on the flushed lips under the pressure of his teeth.

When the SUV stopped under his apartment, Yun Zi'an, unable to bear the burning desire within, unbuckled his seat belt and dashed into the building like a whirlwind.

However, he didn't expect that as soon as he entered his home, Rong Xiao would follow closely, pressing him against the entryway just before the door shut.

Rong Xiao towered over Yun Zi'an, his dark grey eyes unable to remain calm, his voice coming out urgent and hoarse, "Why did you go to such a place?"

This question made Yun Zi'an turn his head away, letting out a sneering laugh, "Hah."

Yun Zian's snicker hit Rong Xiao like a hammer to the heart, deepening his frown and intensifying his tone, “Do you have any idea what kind of people go there...”

“To drink or sleep with someone?” Yun Zian interrupted him, finishing the sentence with a mocking smile, “Is that it?”

Rong Xiao’s face turned almost ashen, his hand against the wall clenched into a fist, the muscles in his forearm tensing like stone. His voice was deep, filled with suppressed rage, as he asked again, “Yun Zian, why did you go there?”

Yet, Yun Zian remained nonchalant, with a hint of amusement as he looked at Rong Xiao, “Because I’m lacking a man.”

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A loud bang echoed as Rong Xiao, unable to contain his anger, punched the wall. The walnut wood cabinet was punctured by his fist, his chest heaving uncontrollably.

Yun Zi'an's indifferent demeanor deeply pained Rong Xiao's heart, but he had no grounds nor valid reason to stop Yun Zi'an.

After all, the one who left for three years after their marriage... was him.

The one who once vowed not to love... was also him.

Rong Xiao's shoulders drooped as if his soul had been drained, his throat felt like it was choked with a hard fishbone, the intense pain preventing him from speaking, only his clenched fists trembled with visible veins.

"Remember to use protection," Rong Xiao said, his face as expressionless as ever, "As long as you're happy."

Rong Xiao's words caused Yun Zi'an's pupils to constrict, and the next second, unprecedented rage surged from his liver and gallbladder, quickly spreading through his blood, making him bite his own tongue.

What did Rong Xiao just say?

Remember... to use protection?

So, this practically non-existent, ridiculous marriage meant so little to him?

Yun Zi'an lowered his head, his soft hair falling forward, hiding the bitter smile on his lips. When he looked up again, his light-colored eyes were filled with nothing but seduction.

His smooth and delicate thighs slid out from the slit of the robe, winding around Rong Xiao's strong waist like a serpent, his hands embracing his back, hot breath on his neck. Yun Zi'an, like a wild cat, licked the small mole on the edge of Rong Xiao's collar with his tongue, his voice laced with husky desire, "I forgot... my task tonight is to seduce you."

"I indeed lack men, and coincidentally... there's a man right here in this room."