Chapter 110 Goodbye, Brother

Chapter 110 Goodbye, Brother

It was exactly half past ten when he arrived at the psychological clinic. Shen Shiyan parked the car downstairs, holding his umbrella, and habitually glanced up at the building.

If there were other patients present, the curtains in that room were usually drawn shut, and Shen Shiyan would wait in the car for a while.

But today, that single glance lingered unusually long. The surrounding rain fell like fine needles, dense and unrelenting, the world sinking into a silent slumber in this soundless downpour. Shen Shiyan's hand gripping the umbrella trembled slightly, as if it could barely withstand the weight of the umbrella.

A figure was leaning against the windowpane, dressed in black, with a slender and thin silhouette, clean and sharp shoulder lines. They casually rested against the window, their long, straight hair hanging down to the waist.

He stood for a long time in the rain, until the figure disappeared from the window.

Somewhat disheartened, Shen Shiyan entered the clinic, each step slow and heavy.

"Mr. Shen," Dr. Liang smiled at the man who entered, quickly noticing his still-trembling hand. "Not feeling well today? The somatic symptoms are acting up again."

"No." Shen Shiyan put away his umbrella and stared at Dr. Liang's face for a while. "Did any other patient come to the clinic today?"

Dr. Liang's smile froze for a brief moment but quickly returned to normal. He gestured for Shen Shiyan to come in. "No, I only have you scheduled today, aside from the new assistant I just hired."

His tone was sincere, making Shen Shiyan doubt whether he had been hallucinating outside.

"Today we'll still do the psychological assessment and hypnosis." Dr. Liang had Shen Shiyan sit down on the reclining chair. "How has your sleep been lately, Mr. Shen?"

"Not great." Shen Shiyan's eyes kept fixed on that window.

Dr. Liang picked up the record book from the side table.

There was a very soft sound of footsteps from the entrance to the right. Shen Shiyan shifted his gaze over.

The figure was also slender, but wearing a white lab coat and a hat, with short hair.

"Perfect timing, Assistant Song. Come over and conduct the assessment for Mr. Shen first." Dr. Liang turned his head, his voice warm.

He walked out as he spoke. As the two passed each other, Dr. Liang handed the record book to the person at the door.

The room was quiet. Shen Shiyan lay down, looking up at the soft warm light overhead.

Assistant Song remained silent the whole time. After locking the door, he simply handed Shen Shiyan a glass of warm water. When Shen Shiyan took it, their fingertips touched—a faint coolness.

He turned his back to Shen Shiyan, organizing materials by the table. When he turned around, the water in the cup on the cabinet had already been emptied. The person on the reclining chair had half his face buried in the soft pillow, the warm yellow light casting a gentle glow on his profile, his jawline sharp and clean. His eyes were closed, breathing steady, and a trace of moisture still clung to his lips.

Assistant Song tossed the record book onto the table and walked straight to the reclining chair. He reached out a hand and gently patted Shen Shiyan's cheek with the back of it.

"He fell asleep fast," he murmured to himself, using his thumb to wipe the water off Shen Shiyan's lower lip.

"This is already the second time he's broken his word." He pulled his hand back, took off his hat and threw it aside, then deftly removed the wig. His messy long hair instantly cascaded down.

The heating was on in the room. He took off his white coat and mask, then began unbuttoning his shirt. Those peach blossom eyes, with their light-colored irises now covered by black contact lenses, betrayed no emotion, but his gaze never left Shen Shiyan's face below.

Clothes fell to the floor, one after another, until he was completely bare.

"Brother," he murmured softly. His long, perfectly proportioned legs straddled the reclining chair. Shen Ci sat astride Shen Shiyan, his dark hair making his skin look exceptionally pale.

Shen Ci leaned down, pinched Shen Shiyan's chin to tilt his head up slightly, and brought his lips close to kiss the red mole beside Shen Shiyan's Adam's apple—the mole he had thought about so many times. "You don't want me anymore, and you want to marry someone else."

He knew Shen Shiyan couldn't hear him. He bit down hard on his earlobe.

"Even if you're going to marry someone else, your first time can only be mine."

His kisses were passionate yet inexperienced.

The reclining chair let out a low, muffled creak under the gentle force, a sound both dull and stifling, like Shen Ci's quickening breath.

The temperature in the room rose quickly.

Outside the window, the rain began to fall harder. The scent of rain seemed to seep through the blackout curtains, pouring directly onto Shen Ci.

Under the light, Shen Ci was covered in a thin layer of sweat. His hands, propped on Shen Shiyan's chest, were sore and weak.

After tidying up the consultation room, Shen Ci felt both pain and exhaustion. As he left, he bit Shen Shiyan's lower lip gently, the man now fully dressed.

"Goodbye, brother." A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of Shen Ci's lips.

Dr. Liang returned three hours later. The clinic was already empty.

The wedding was set for seven in the evening. It was still raining that day. Shen Shiyan, dressed in a black suit with a light pink boutonniere, stood in the spot farthest from Lin Zhangqing.

He Shuang wore a pure white fishtail, off-shoulder wedding gown. Her white veil trailed all the way to the floor, and she held a bouquet of gold-plated flowers in her hands.

The venue was grand and romantic. Shen Shiyan mostly served as a background figure, watching from a corner as Lin Zhangqing, on the verge of tears, was glared at by He Shuang and forced to hold back his sobs.

Amid a flurry of pink petals, Lin Zhangqing kissed his beautiful bride.

The ceremony only ended around ten o'clock. Before the banquet began, Shen Shiyan's phone vibrated with an address link to a Western restaurant.

"Shen Sicheng: By the way, if you can't smooth things over, don't ever say I told you."

"Shen Sicheng: I'm scared of dying."

Shen Shiyan replied with a "thanks," sent his wedding gift, and drove straight away from the venue.

The decorations at the Western restaurant were almost more extravagant and romantic than Lin Zhangqing's wedding scene. A pianist's fingers glided over the keys, producing a soothing and intimate piano piece. Shen Ci glanced at the rows of red candles on the table and by the window, showing no interest at all.

"Don't like Western food?" Fang Yuexun's eyes were still so beautiful, his blue irises reflecting the flickering candlelight.

Shen Ci poked at the exquisitely plated steak with his fork, his tone indifferent: "President Fang, I don't like parsley flakes."

Fang Yuexun was visibly stunned for a moment, then very gentlemanly called the waiter over to order a new serving.

"I'm sorry." Fang Yuexun took out a jewelry box and opened it, revealing a diamond-studded watch inside. "I'll keep that in mind from now on."

The watch was beautiful, the all-white, full-diamond style suited Shen Ci's temperament.

Shen Ci didn't give Fang Yuexun much face. He raised his right hand, revealing his wrist usually hidden under his long sleeve, and gave it a slight shake.

"I'm really sorry, President Fang." On his wrist was a string of beautiful purple-gold sandalwood beads, each one exuding a faint luster, clearly well-cared-for. "I already have an accessory, and I'm not really used to wearing watches."

Fang Yuexun didn't seem embarrassed or discouraged by Shen Ci's refusal.

He closed the jewelry box good-naturedly, set it aside, and gave Shen Ci an extremely tender smile. "That's okay. I can give you something else next time."

"That's not what I mean," Shen Ci said coldly. "President Fang, I've already said this more than once. I hope you won't waste your time on me."

Fang Yuexun's face still held a faint smile. He leaned back in his chair. "Pretty baby, I don't see this as a waste of time."

Once again, Shen Ci saw in Fang Yuexun's expression that invasive look he had worn the first time they met, only now it was even more naked, without any pretense.

"President Fang." Shen Ci stood up. "I'm really not interested in you. I'll refund all the money you've tipped me during my streams at the original price. This meal is on me—consider it a farewell."

Fang Yuexun’s eyes carried a hint of amusement again.

"I’m not the only level 70 fan." He also stood up, leaning against the table. "I remember that proxy, Brother Wang’s IP is in Yuncheng too, right?"

Shen Ci frowned, a bit impatient. "What do you mean?"

Fang Yuexun looked hurt by Shen Ci’s expression, adopting a slightly pitiful tone. "Pretty baby, you don’t like me—you wouldn’t be into that Brother Wang, would you?"

Before Shen Ci could answer, the door of the private Western restaurant was pushed open rather roughly, and the piano music stopped abruptly.

Shen Shiyan wasn’t about to waste politeness on Fang Yuexun. He strode straight to Shen Ci, and in Shen Ci’s somewhat stunned gaze, without a word, he picked him up by the waist.

"President Shen." Fang Yuexun’s expression turned sour. "Isn’t it a bit inappropriate for you to just take someone away like that?"

Shen Shiyan couldn’t be bothered to say another word. He carried the person out in long strides, and for a moment, the atmosphere was awkward. Fang Yuexun’s face darkened, but no one at the door dared to stop Shen Shiyan.

Shen Ci remained quiet, neither speaking nor struggling.

It wasn’t until the fine drizzle landed cool and wet on his face that he finally spoke: "Put me down."

Shen Shiyan held him even tighter, his steps steady.

He paused for a second, looked down into Shen Ci’s eyes, and let out a laugh.

"Did you think you could just walk away after sleeping with me? Who taught you that, Shen Ci?"

Shen Ci’s pupils trembled.