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It’s currently five in the afternoon, and theoretically, Gaien still has two more hours before getting off work from the military headquarters. No one knows why he suddenly came home, but it’s not hard to see that his current mood must be extremely bad. There seems to be an impenetrable darkness in his eyes.
Han Yan, observing the situation, hesitated for a moment and decided to sit back down on the sofa. He casually glanced at the disheveled Fallon on the ground, suddenly curious about what Gaien would do next. It seemed like the first time he had witnessed the other person getting involved in a physical altercation.
After Gaien used his psychic power to lift Fallon, he limped into the house. His black military boots made a subdued and muffled sound as they hit the floor, creating an oppressive atmosphere.
Fallon was clearly banged against the wall and took quite a while to painfully climb back up from the ground. When he noticed Gaien approaching with a gloomy expression, a momentary panic flashed in his eyes. Subconsciously, he turned to seek refuge from Han Yan, scrambling and crawling to Han Yan’s feet, pleading, “Your Excellency! Your Excellency, save me!”
Han Yan, evidently uninterested in Fallon’s plight, sat with his legs crossed on the sofa. His demeanor was calm and leisurely, and his ash-blue eyes seemed to be casually tracking Gaien’s movements. However, the moment Gaien halted three steps away from him, the verbal exchange came to a halt.
“…”
Gaien remained silent, narrowing his dangerous red eyes as he expressionlessly stared at Fallon. His gaze was fixed on the hand gripping Han Yan’s pant leg, causing Fallon to retract it as if shocked. Finally, Gaien turned his attention to Han Yan—
The male remained indifferent, neither rejecting nor initiating anything.
He was consistently cold, his heart seemingly made of stone, impervious to warmth.
Gaien felt a sudden pang in his chest, as if something had pricked his heart. Without uttering a word or taking any action, he stood quietly before Han Yan for a moment. Eventually, he withdrew his gaze, silently turned around, and ascended the stairs.
“Click—”
The door closed, emitting a soft sound.
Han Yan, hearing the movement, glanced upstairs as if sensing something. However, the tightly shut door created an unsettling silence. He slowly stood up from the sofa, finally willing to look at Fallon. Leaning down nonchalantly by Fallon’s side, he casually asked, “How is it?”
Fallon, still perplexed, with traces of panic on his face, responded, “Wha…What?”
Han Yan smiled, but his refined and gentle face did not evoke a sense of warmth; rather, it gave off a mischievous feeling, akin to a cat playing with a mouse. “Still want to be my servant?”
Breaking the norm, Han Yan laid out an enticing condition, “If you’re interested, maybe I can consider… ”
Before he could finish his sentence, Fallon shook his head vigorously, desperately backing away with a tearful and anxious expression. “I’m sorry, Your Excellency… Please forget everything I said… I didn’t say anything…”
With his words trailing off, Fallon almost crawled off the ground, his legs nearly giving way. He scurried away from the scene, making a hasty exit. Just before leaving, he remembered to close the door, producing a resounding “bang”, as if fleeing for his life.
Han Yan, observing the scene, raised an eyebrow nonchalantly. He wasn’t surprised by this turn of events. Slowly standing up from the ground, he felt that Fallon’s professed affection was likely as transient as the wind, dispersing at the slightest breeze.
Han Yan despised things more elusive than mere clouds and smoke.
He much preferred the weighty allure of money.
The man chuckled lightly, having had his fill of this cat-and-mouse game. He adjusted his glasses with a lift of his hand before turning to ascend the stairs. Upon entering the room, he found Gaien standing by the window with his back to him. From this angle, he could see the figures of Fallon and the others hastily retreating.
The room was too dark, so Han Yan turned on the lights and sat down at his desk, preparing to work as usual. He didn’t offer any explanation, perhaps because it wasn’t necessary, or maybe it wasn’t his habit. After all, he never felt the need to explain anything to anyone, as if…
As if he cared a lot about Gaien.
So Han Yan remained silent.
Gaien stood by the window, turning to look at Han Yan. However, the male was already seated at his desk, engrossed in his work under the bright light. Gaien, with a subdued voice devoid of emotion, asked, “Do you want to marry a female consort?”
Han Yan didn’t lift his head, his gaze fixed on the screen. “Why do you ask?”
Gaien didn’t answer. Instead, he raised his hand to draw the curtains, his thick lashes falling, concealing the endless gloom and darkness in his eyes. Speaking to himself, he murmured, “What a pity, it seems I’ve spoiled your plans…”
Han Yan’s hand, gripping the mouse, subtly paused. Subconsciously, he glanced at Gaien, who had already begun cleaning the room. They were about to move to a new residential area, and there were many miscellaneous items that could be packed up. Gaien was using storage boxes to neatly organize these items one by one.
Gaien always liked collecting these small, miscellaneous things—decorative pieces, stones, dolls, and bracelets. These items were small and delicate, and even if he hoarded them away, there would be no sign of any zergs discovering them.
Han Yan retracted his gaze, feeling that this matter had nothing to do with him. However, not long after, Gaien suddenly replaced the sheets and pillowcases on the bed, carrying a laundry basket filled with dirty clothes as he passed by Han Yan.
Gaien: “My Lord, do you have any clothing to change into?”
Han Yan: “No.”
“…”
A silence hung in the air. Gaien did not leave; his gaze landed on the hem of Han Yan’s pants, feeling that there was something bothersome about that area.
Gaien reminded, “Your pants seem a bit dirty.”
Han Yan casually responded, “I’ll change them tonight.”
Gaien paused briefly, not saying anything more, and then turned into the laundry room, gently closing the door behind him.
This strange atmosphere persisted until bedtime that night. Before that, neither of them initiated a conversation. Han Yan was absent-minded, and for some reason, Gaien felt uneasy.
Lying in bed at night with his eyes closed, Han Yan continued to ponder the events of the day. He didn’t actually mind Fallon’s attempts at seduction or the use of dubious means in business dealings. What truly bothered him was why he couldn’t muster any desire for Fallon.
Is it because the other person isn’t attractive enough?
That face is actually quite decent.
Is it because their personality isn’t likable enough?
But Fallon seems very obedient; when necessary, he can humble himself to a certain extent. Gaien has to yield a bit as well.
So, what could it be in the end…
In the darkness, Han Yan slowly opened his eyes, not because he had figured out the answer, but because a silver-haired, red-eyed zerg had silently straddled him. His eyes were slightly lowered, and his gaze was cold and piercing as he stared at him.
Han Yan raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, “What are you doing?”
Gaien remained silent, gripping his hand, and then smoothly slid it under his own clothing. He allowed the zerg’s fingertips to explore everything they could touch—supple waist, delicate skin… the implication was self-evident.
Han Yan’s breath hitched for a moment.
But it was only a moment; he quickly regained control.
Gaien, seductive to the extreme, leaned in to kiss Han Yan. However, for some reason, the zerg remained motionless. In the end, he resembled a dehydrated merman, weakly laying in Han Yan’s arms. He softly spoke, “Don’t you want it?”
Han Yan had already responded.
But today, he suddenly realized a problem—
The zerg in front of him had control over his desires.
This realization was somewhat terrifying for Han Yan because, for someone as driven by desire as he was, desire meant everything. Whoever controlled his desires also meant control over his heart.
This is definitely not a good sign…
Han Yan lay on the bed with closed eyes, resisting this realization. He gently pushed Gaien to the side, as if trying to prove something with this action. He spoke softly, “It’s late; let’s sleep.”
He could control himself not to touch Gaien.
He could also control himself not to kiss the other.
Han Yan tried to prove to himself in this clumsy way that he could still control his desires. However, he forgot that such things should follow one’s whims; if deliberate “control” is needed, one has already lost much of the battle.
Gaien clearly didn’t expect Han Yan to push him away, causing him to sit on the edge of the bed. He was momentarily stunned before realizing belatedly. He subconsciously looked at Han Yan, only to find that the zerg had closed his eyes, appearing to be already asleep.
Why…?
He never used to reject him before…
Why is he acting so differently today…?
Is it because of that zerg?
Gaien’s face, pale and sickly under the moonlight, displayed a morbid pallor. His eyes were dark and tumultuous, lost in thought and contemplation. Slowly approaching Han Yan in the darkness, he used his cold hands to cradle the refined and beautiful face of the male. Pressing his forehead against Han Yan’s, he earnestly and softly asked, “Have you grown tired of my body?”
This crippled and uninteresting body…
Has it worn out Han Yan?
Gaien smiled, thinking how could that be?
Didn’t he give Han Yan the option to choose in the beginning?
He had reminded Han Yan before; he was disabled, so either don’t marry or, if he did, never let go in this lifetime…
Unless he died.
Gaien lowered his gaze, kissing Han Yan again and again with considerable force and ferocity. A sweet and bloody scent permeated between their lips and tongues, making his dark red eyes appear even more dangerous.
Han Yan initially thought Gaien would stop after a few kisses, but he didn’t expect him to become increasingly unrestrained. Unable to continue feigning death, he quietly opened his eyes.
Han Yan stared quietly at Gaien, feeling like the zerg had taken the wrong medicine today, behaving wildly and recklessly. “I told you, go to sleep.”
Gaien coldly curled his lips. “I am accompanying you to sleep.”
Having said that, Gaien continued to lower his head, kissing Han Yan with an intense and obsessive expression. He knew all of the zerg’s interests and hobbies and could easily arouse his desires. Little did he know that the more he did so, the more Han Yan wanted to push him away.
Gaien deliberately cried and sought kisses by Han Yan’s ear, the red teardrop mole at the corner of his eye exuding a bewitching charm. His pale face, however, held a beautiful sense of brokenness.
He called him “My Lord” with a hoarse and helpless voice.
The reproductive cavity in his abdomen slightly contracted due to emptiness.
He pressed the palm of the zerg against his own abdomen, silently implying something.
“…”
Han Yan slowly closed his eyes, momentarily considering putting an end to Gaien.
Of course, the term “put an end to” doesn’t necessarily carry a negative connotation. In Han Yan’s dictionary, it can have various interpretations, such as dealing harshly with matters in bed.
In the end, Han Yan pushed Gaien away.
He suddenly realized that if he stayed in the room any longer, he would likely break his own resolution. So, he put on his clothes, took a pillow, and went straight to the living room downstairs to sleep.
Han Yan needed a moment of calm. He needed to sort out the inexplicable feelings within himself. Until then, he wouldn’t pay attention to Gaien’s situation; that would interfere with his judgment.
The door to the upstairs room remained tightly closed, enveloped in silence. Han Yan lay on the narrow sofa with closed eyes. The bitten lips still throbbed with pain. He absentmindedly licked the blood between his lips and teeth, suddenly feeling like he was on a sinking boat, struggling to stay afloat.
Not only was Gaien going mad; he himself was also losing control.
A sleepless night.
In the early morning of the next day, while all zergs were still asleep, Han Yan returned to the room upstairs. He went about his routine, washing up and changing clothes. Gaien, as usual, had ironed his jacket, helped him put it on, and meticulously buttoned it up.
They carried on as if nothing had happened.
Han Yan lowered his gaze to look at Gaien and noticed the dark circles under the zerg’s eyes. Using his cold fingertips, he gently brushed over the delicate and pale cheek, asking with unclear intentions, “Did you not sleep last night?”
Han Yan might have had the habitual desire to kiss Gaien’s cool and soft lips, then play with the supple waist beneath the military uniform after pinning him to the office desk. After thoroughly enjoying everything, he would leave home satisfied and head to the company to start a busy day.
Very well, another compelling evidence of his inability to control his desires.
Han Yan’s eyes behind the lenses showed a faint sense of regret. He thought that during the time he relearned to control his desires, he probably wouldn’t be able to touch Gaien again. A shrewd businessman must learn to rein in at the edge of the cliff, or risk a disastrous fall.
“Hmm…”
Gaien subtly embraced another silent extreme. He openly admitted the reason, then lowered his gaze to meticulously button each of Han Yan’s buttons. Those red eyes seemed to gain something and lose something at the same time. “Shouldn’t you be going to work?”
Han Yan acknowledged with a hum, ready to leave. However, Gaien suddenly reached out and grabbed him, releasing his grip after a moment. “My Lord…”
Han Yan turned around, waiting silently for his words.
Gaien spoke in a low voice, “Our new home has been renovated, and we can move in soon.”
Once they moved in, there would be no more zergs to disturb them.
Han Yan said, “You take care of it. I have a meeting.”
After speaking, he glanced at the time and left for work, inadvertently overlooking Gaien’s hesitant expression.
Quietly placed on the edge of the table was an invitation, positioned prominently. However, Han Yan, clearly distracted this morning, didn’t notice. If he had checked the star network news, he would have realized that today was the wedding of the Seventh Prince, Yusto.
Gaien picked up the invitation, silently tucked it into the pocket of his military uniform, and limped out of the room. After all, it was the wedding of his biological brother, and he should attend regardless of his discomfort with being in the same place as Han Yan. The zerg was busy with official matters and rarely paid attention to such events. Today, he had meetings and was even less likely to attend.
Han Yan was somewhat busy today, and the chaotic tasks briefly held his wandering thoughts. In the afternoon meeting, Prince Pei was also present. Han Yan subtly probed whether he was interested in developing a new short video platform, which sparked some interest from Prince Pei.
Due to years of business habits, Prince Pei’s initial consideration wasn’t profit but rather the risks involved: “The current crowd is accustomed to browsing videos on the StarNet. Would establishing a standalone video platform make them feel less convenient?”
Han Yan replied, “Although there is a wide range of video content on the StarNet, it is not well categorized. Additionally, the ranking and recommendations are based on the number of tips, leaving many small streamers struggling at the bottom. There are too many drawbacks.”
Han Yan pushed his sliding glasses up after speaking and manipulated the light brain to directly project the content onto the large screen in front. “These are dozens of emerging streamers I’ve selected. They have great potential but lack exposure opportunities. When the platform is established later, I plan to sign them directly.”
Prince Pei glanced at Han Yan, slightly surprised, and asked, “Your business scope isn’t too broad, is it?”
Having just recently developed a food delivery app, he was now venturing into the entertainment industry. Even Prince Pei found it somewhat imprudent.
Han Yan didn’t think so. The software market for the Zerg race lacked competitiveness, and entering software development was practically a guaranteed profitable venture. It was an untouched market waiting to be explored. “In reality, whether it’s developing software or signing streamers, the ultimate outcome is to reach the online audience. Fundamentally, there isn’t much difference. Even in software promotion, the assistance of these streamers is indispensable.”
Prince Pei, engrossed in examining the data on the large screen, was so absorbed that he didn’t notice a zerg pouring tea until it was too late. When he finally turned, he accidentally knocked over the tea cup, and the scalding hot tea spilled all over him.
“Are you okay?!”
Johnny, who had been sitting by Han Yan’s side, instinctively stood up from his seat when he saw the situation. He grabbed some tissues from the table and hurriedly approached, crouching down at Prince Pei’s side to wipe away the hot tea residue on him. Anxiously, he said, “We have a first aid kit in the office. Let me take you to rinse with cold water. We wouldn’t want a burn.”
Prince Pei didn’t expect Johnny to rush over, and the situation was a bit awkward, especially in front of Han Yan. He replied, “Your Excellency, it’s fine, really. It’s just a little spill, nothing serious.”
When he was young, he had served in the military and been on the battlefield, so his physique was not as delicate as a female’s. Not to mention getting burned, even if he were, it wouldn’t cause any harm to his skin.
After a period of experience, Johnny had matured a lot and was no longer the greenhorn he used to be. He realized belatedly that this was a public setting and hesitated, retracting his hand and leaving the tissues near Prince Pei. At the same time, he asked another employee to find the first aid kit, using the incident as an excuse for his actions, “I apologize. It was our company’s employee who accidentally caused the burn. Please go to the lounge to tend to the wound when we have the necessary items ready.”
After finishing his words, Johnny returned to sit beside Han Yan, demonstrating a well-balanced and organized approach. It seemed like he could handle things independently.
Prince Pei was momentarily stunned. He noticed that both his cuffs and knees had gotten wet. Thinking about attending Prince Yusto’s wedding later, he decided to excuse himself and go to the lounge to deal with his clothes.
Han Yan had to pause the meeting and took the opportunity to have a sip of tea. His gaze fell on the terminal brain, and he noticed that StarNet News was reporting on the wedding of Prince Yusto and a male zerg, causing him to pause imperceptibly.
Han Yan asked Johnny, “Prince Yusto is getting married today?”
Johnny thought for a moment and then nodded, “It’s probably already underway. Don’t you know?”
Han Yan remained silent, contemplating why he hadn’t received an invitation for such a significant event. It seemed unlikely that the royal family had overlooked him. He then inquired, “Why didn’t Prince Pei attend?”
Johnny replied, “He’s the elder, so he can arrive late. When you and Gaien got married last time, he arrived during the banquet.”
Han Yan’s gray-blue eyes glanced at him, a mix of emotions present. “You remember that quite clearly.”
Realizing he misspoke, Johnny immediately lowered his head and fell silent.
After pondering for a while, Han Yan couldn’t figure out who might have received the invitation and why Gaien hadn’t informed him. Finally, he stood up, pulled out the chair, and ended the meeting with a calm tone, “I have something to attend to; I’ll leave first. When Prince Pei comes out later, remember to apologize on my behalf.”
Johnny was somewhat surprised by this: “The meeting isn’t over yet; where are you going?”
Han Yan, the workaholic, had something more important than work to attend to? Was he going to the wedding as well?
Johnny’s muddled mind finally had a moment of clarity.
After leaving the company, Han Yan went to a nearby mall, packed a gift, and then directly took a flying vehicle to the wedding venue. Calculating the time, he realized the wedding had just begun when he arrived at the entrance of the banquet hall. However, he saw Gaien limping out from inside, quietly leaving the banquet.
Han Yan observed Gaien from a distance. Gaien still disliked crowded places. The livelier the environment, the more pitiable he seemed, like an unwanted stray dog. Gaien sat alone in a secluded corner for a while, then left after placing down the gift.
Han Yan slowly inserted his hands into his pockets, watching Gaien from a short distance away. He thought he was losing control of his emotions again, but this time, it had nothing to do with desire. He just felt that the female zerg looked a bit pitiful.
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