Legal Violation Chapter 9

Legal Violation

Translator: She.Wee

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Chapter 9: Dripping Sweat

 

Feng Tang never believed in love.

According to online sayings, love is like a ghost: many people have heard of it, but few have ever seen it. He always thought he was one of those people.

The words “I have someone in my heart” were a spontaneous excuse to brush someone off, yet when he said them, they felt so solemn, as if there truly was someone in his heart. And the first image that came to mind after saying it was that person’s silhouette.

That silhouette ignited a fire within him, burning through his senses and consuming his innermost feelings.

As soon as the person left, Xia Yitiao stood dazed in the corner, his phone vibrating non-stop. The male attendant next to him cautiously nudged his arm, bringing him back to his senses. He took a drag from his cigarette and called out to everyone, “Keep going, keep going…”

Xia Yitiao pretended not to be interested in Feng Tang. While the others dealt cards, he turned his back, frowning, and typed on his phone.

Xia San’er: Wow, Brother Lin

Xia San’er: Don’t think about it, he said he has someone in his heart.

Feng Lulin’s eyebrows twitched.

Interesting.

That night, Feng Tang was picked up by his driver. He fell asleep as soon as the door closed. His phone kept ringing in his pocket, but he didn’t bother to check it. It wasn’t until he woke up the next morning that he realized it was Feng Lulin calling—over thirty times.

Feng Tang, still groggy, half-opened one eye and returned the call. To his surprise, Feng Lulin’s phone was off. Frustrated and still dazed, he tried three more times without success. Finally, he sent a WeChat message, his tone softening: “Did you need something?”

Though he was hungover, he vaguely remembered a few things. He adjusted himself on the bed, propping a pillow behind his head, and sent another message.

Feng Tang: Where are you? [/knife]

After a while, Feng Lulin still hadn’t replied. Feng Tang closed his eyes and dozed for another ten minutes. Unable to sleep soundly due to worry, he checked his phone again, but there was still no response. Remembering what Cen Qi had whispered in his ear last night, his throat felt tight.

He slept fitfully, covered in sweat, feeling as if he were trapped in mud.

The sticky sensation made him even more tense. Images from the private room last night replayed in his mind, and he couldn’t figure out how the driver had found the exact room.

He was too restless to sleep any longer.

Last night, Feng Lulin had changed his profile picture—it was a selfie, reflecting how arrogant he was.

Feng Tang cursed, unable to stop himself from looking. The photo was faceless.

The man in the picture wore a police uniform, his jawline incredibly sexy, freshly shaven.

Feng Tang’s gaze trailed down from the Adam’s apple to his long fingers, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt, the veins on the back of his hand hinting at hidden strength.

In the white light, the uniform exuded a sense of justice and brightness.

Yet, Feng Lulin’s picture seemed to be taken in a dimly lit car after a night shift, the streetlights casting a warm glow that highlighted the curve of his neck and Adam’s apple.

The image was both righteous and sinister, carrying a subtle, secretive allure.

This profile picture was like a cloth, blinding Feng Tang and enveloping the entire night.

From the moment he saw the photo, Feng Tang had been swallowing constantly. Even after turning off his phone and stuffing it under his pillow, he couldn’t regulate his breathing. Now… his throat was too dry.

He wanted to drink water, wanted to stir things up.

The bastard’s WeChat name was still “Tang,” which infuriated Feng Tang. It was humiliating.

Feng Tang had never been pursued before; he didn’t like the passive feeling. He preferred being the top for the same reason—he enjoyed having everything firmly under control.

If you grasp tightly enough, there’s no fear of escape.

If he felt he couldn’t hold onto something, he wouldn’t bother reaching out.

Feng Tang grew up behind high walls, always tormented by desires that needed an outlet.

Most of the time, it was manageable, but thinking of Feng Lulin’s profile picture made Feng Tang…

Want to devour him whole.

For Feng Tang, nothing was more exhilarating than breaking societal taboos. Seeing Feng Lulin act righteous made him desperately want to expose his inner desires with his own hands. Arrogance seemed to be his trademark.

Now, Feng Lulin, like a hook, tugged at his collar, pulling him from the depths of the well, exposing him to everyone.

Feng Tang felt his deviant tendencies were a childhood trait.

In elementary school, he had a pair of graphite-blue sweatpants.

The fabric made a loud noise when he walked, and he loved the attention it drew. He pestered his family to wear them every day.

Liu Lizhu, exasperated but unable to scold him, bought five pairs of the same pants for him to wear a different one each day. During the day, he flaunted his noisy pants; at night, he drew dragon tattoos on his arm, declaring in class that he was forming a gang.

He Qing, who was younger, frowned and asked, “Is that a Western or Chinese dragon?”

At the time, elementary school history emphasized the Anti-Japanese War, and He Qing, a fervent punk, refused to join a foreign gang.

As the leaders of the class gang, He Qing and Feng Tang were inseparable.

When He Qing quit, the gang dissolved.

Thus, Feng Tang’s first organization fell apart, and he held a grudge against He Qing, drawing a winged, Western-style dragon on his arm during nap time.

Waking up, He Qing cried bitterly, feeling wronged.

Their friendship was rocky, but after sharing a sweet hawthorn snack, He Qing softened, and they reconciled.

Feng Tang laughed softly, wondering if Feng Lulin, such an interesting person, had also done stupid things as a child.

It was already afternoon when Feng Tang finished washing up. He and He Qing planned to meet a few friends from the bar for dinner.

He Qing had obtained a special leave from his partner and sat beside Feng Tang, afraid of causing trouble and getting into trouble at home again.

Recently, the city had cracked down on traffic violations, and He Qing’s lousy driving skills made Feng Tang wary of riding with him.

With the crackdown reducing noise on the streets, He Qing’s car drew too much attention. Feng Tang, not used to pampering people, drove his Audi to pick him up. The white Bentley was fetched by Feng Tang earlier, though Feng Lulin wasn’t at the station.

Knowing he was busy, Feng Tang didn’t ask. He just felt a bit disappointed not seeing him.

At the gathering, neither of them drank, so no one bothered them. Feng Tang watched others huddled together and recalled Cen Qi’s attempt to hug him the previous night.

Even though the hotel was upstairs, that guy almost kissed his cheek. Feng Tang shuddered at the thought… especially since Feng Lulin heard it.

Let him hear it, whatever. It wasn’t his concern.

Feng Tang, resigned, poked at his rice and drank half a bowl of soup before losing his appetite.

It was the weekend, and the group wanted to head to a riverside bar.

Someone whistled, “KO’s got some new fun stuff, shall we go?”

A familiar friend, close to Feng Tang, threw an arm around him, grinning mischievously, “Hey, Young Master Tang! I haven’t seen you at KO lately! Still tangled up with Nanhe?”

Mentioning Little Nanhe gave Feng Tang a headache. He closed his eyes and cursed, “Get lost.”

Feng Tang’s lower abdomen tightened, almost as a reflex, and he nearly dropped his phone.

Next to him, He Qing was happily eating, unfazed by the conversation about men at the table. He glanced at Feng Tang, “What are you staring at? Let them talk, it’s not like they can get any.”

 

“It’s just a photo.”

 

Feng Tang spoke slowly, his voice low.

 

Addressing the men whispering at the table, but in a voice only He Qing could hear, he said, “Show off my ass.”

 

I’ve got the exclusive!

 

After speaking, he lowered his head to drink his soup, took a bite of the tofu He Qing had picked up, licked the crab roe off his lips, and couldn’t suppress his secret joy.

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Feng Tang: Fuck! Just looking at this picture is enough to turn me on…

Feng Lulin: *smirks and whispers* Mission Accomplished.

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