Stealing The Wind But Not The Moon

Chapter 33

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Chu Shichen seemed to understand: "What did you say?"

Xiang Mingzhang did not hesitate to repeat, "I wish you a good time."

There was a busy tone in his ears and the call was hung up. Chu Shichen left the bathroom in a distracted manner, avoiding the crowd and walking towards the stairs.

Qian Hua happened to come and ran into Chu Shichen. He shouted, "Damn it, I'm so mad! The car broke down halfway, otherwise I would have arrived earlier!"

Chu Shichen didn't speak loudly in public. He pointed at the ceiling and pretended to go upstairs. Qian Hua stopped him: "Stop, are you tired of waiting? I'm here."

After the warm-up performance, the music suddenly slowed down, and the crowd around the stage scattered. Chu Shichen took advantage of the silence and said, "Let's go to another place."

Qian Hua disagreed: "Why do we need to change places? Last time you promised to let me decide, and you won't go back on your word. Besides, it's already this late, and good places are no longer available."

Chu Shichen said: "It's too lively here, I have something to talk to you about."

"I have something to do, too. You'll know in a minute!" Qian Hua hooked Chu Shichen's shoulders. "Why do I feel like you're taller than before, or have I shrunk?"

Chu Shichen naturally had no explanation, and Qian Hua embraced him all the way back to the booth. A gentleman cannot go back on his word, and he couldn't persuade Qian Hua, so he could only make the best of it.

There were a lot of colorful drinks on the coffee table. Qian Hua said, "There are so many. Why are you walking? Which one do you want to drink?"

Chu Shichen didn't even have an appetite to drink water. His eyes were fixed on the stage. The four muscular men were only left with long boots and trousers. Under the yellowish light, their upper bodies were shining with sweat.

He was so bored that his head was spinning. He asked from the bottom of his heart, "What kind of place is this?"

Qian Hua said, "You have no impression at all? This is one of the most popular gay bars. You used to like coming here very much. You told me that there is a rich supply of goods here and you always pick one that you like every time you come."

Chu Shichen asked: "What does the source of goods mean? What do you want to pick?"

Qian Hua replied: "A man."

Chu Shichen had a hunch and tried to organize his words to ask in a more appropriate way, but Qian Hua said directly: "Dude, you didn't even forget that you are gay!"

Chu Shichen was in a trance for a moment, homosexuality...

Last time when Qian Hua was taking a bath, he said "I'm at ease with you", and that day Peng Xin said "It's not on the same level", so it turns out that the real "Chu Shichen" likes men? !

That…

Yesterday in the tea room, Xiang Mingzhang was not surprised at all when he saw the content on the phone. His words showed understanding and respect. Does this mean that he knew it too

Chu Shichen was pondering secretly, and didn't notice a man in his forties walking over with a bottle of wine. He was one of the investors of this bar.

The boss came to say hello. Seeing Chu Shichen in a suit and tie, calm and composed, he said in surprise: "Mr. Chu, I haven't been here for a long time. I don't recognize you."

Chu Shichen knew that "he" was a regular customer, so he nodded calmly.

The boss sat down and poured the wine: "The official performance will begin soon. Mr. Chu, please give me some opinions after watching it."

Qian Hua laughed and shook his glass: "There will be a surprise later."

Chu Shichen was not interested in the so-called "performance" at all. With outsiders present, it was inconvenient to talk about business with Qian Hua. He kept silent and looked at the stage expressionlessly.

The music became more and more intense, and dozens of powerful light beams almost blinded people. Two men appeared on the stage, one of them seemed to be a mixed-race man with light blonde semi-long hair.

Everyone around the stage was going crazy, screaming and twisting their bodies. The performers on the stage were moving in an unbridled and shocking manner, and their touching of each other was obscene.

Chu Shichen was already in a state of shock, his emotions rising layer by layer, as if he had encountered a storm at sea, with the waves intermittently hitting his nerves.

At this moment, the two men on the stage actually started kissing in public.

Bang! It was as if a huge wave swept down, and Chu Shichen's tense nerves were finally broken.

He couldn't stand it any longer and left his seat in a flash. Turning around, Xiang Mingzhang's tall figure was particularly eye-catching among the chaotic and crazy crowd. He was wearing a shirt and vest with a thin silver chain on his collar, as if he came in a hurry and forgot to take his coat.

Xiang Mingzhang frowned coldly, looked around and saw Chu Shichen. He paused, then strode over.

Qian Hua's face changed, and he said exaggeratedly: "Oh, am I seeing right? Why is Mr. Xiang coming to visit?"

Xiang Mingzhang stared straight at Chu Shichen, not even glancing at the others. He held the sports car key and said, "I was a little thirsty after driving around nearby, so I came in to ask for a glass of water. What, you're not welcome?"

The boss immediately made room for him and said with a smile, "Of course you are welcome, Mr. Xiang, please take a seat. I'll ask someone to prepare it."

Qian Hua was a little unhappy. There can't be two tigers in one mountain, and there can't be two VIPs in one bar. As a rich second-generation with no personal achievements, he couldn't stand social elites and company presidents like Xiang Mingzhang. He wanted to provoke him, but was a little scared.

However, when it comes to spending money on wine and women, Qian Hua has never been afraid of anyone. He said with a host attitude, "Please sit down, Mr. Xiang. You usually pay Shichen's salary, but we're here to treat you tonight."

Chu Shichen was still standing. Xiang Mingzhang walked around the coffee table and came to him. He really wanted to ask "Why are you here", but the music was too loud.

The two men sat down half an arm's length apart without communicating with each other, but Chu Shichen felt a little more at ease.

The boss brought a glass of iced lemonade with three bottles of rare foreign wine. Xiang Mingzhang glanced at the various wine glasses on the coffee table and said, "It looks like we got quite a lot of spoils."

Qian Hua said: "Let me solemnly clarify, this has nothing to do with me, this is all for Shichen, his charm is simply irresistible."

Chu Shichen's face was serious: "Don't joke."

"Are you kidding?" Qian Hua retorted, "You used to take the initiative to attack anyone you liked, but now you are so reserved. Then they will take the initiative to invite you. How about it? Is there anyone you like?"

Xiang Mingzhang picked up the ice lemon water and took a sip. It tasted very sour.

Qian Hua said excitedly: "I must declare that I am a straight man. Today I brought Shichen here to enjoy himself and help him regain his hot memories of the past."

Xiang Mingzhang turned to look at Chu Shichen with an indifferent expression: "Did you find it?"

"How can it be that fast?" Qian Hua said first, "I haven't been here for so long, and the people have changed a lot. Besides, the memories of sex have to be found in bed, and the joy of sex can only be given by sex partners. Now it's just an appetizer."

Chu Shichen almost blurted out "disgraceful", but he held back and said, "Stop talking nonsense."

Qian Hua slapped his thigh and said, "My summary is so accurate! You always complain to me after you finish something. I am a straight man. If I am not so righteous, how can I be a trash can for such content?!"

Chu Shichen gritted his teeth and denied: "No."

Qian Hua said considerately: "I'll remember them all for you. You tell me who has good skills, who has a bad figure, who pesters you to buy a watch afterwards, and you say that he is a bitch and you must never sleep with him a second time."

Chu Shichen's face turned pale, and his palms formed a layer of mist on the glass. He had heard of some of the dirty secrets of second-generation rich people in the past, and he always sneered at them. Now that he had become the "protagonist", he had no idea how to react.

Qian Hua winked at Chu Shichen complacently. In their past worldview, this was something worth bragging about.

He was just trying to save face for his brother, so he said, "Do you remember Ben? When we were living abroad, you were obsessed with that mixed-blood guy and even got a tattoo for him on the inside of your thigh."

"It doesn't matter." Qian Hua's eyes lit up and he waved towards the stage, "I said before that I would introduce you to a beauty who will definitely suit your taste!"

The blond man came down from the stage, walked over with his shirt wide open, and had heavy makeup on his face. He sat on the other side of Chu Shichen, almost next to him, and said in broken Chinese, "Hi, Chu."

Qian Hua was moved by himself again: "He likes mixed-race people. Even though you have lost your memory, your taste should not have changed, right?"

The sweet smell of powder and perfume filled his nostrils, and Chu Shichen felt a chill. He moved to the side and touched Xiang Mingzhang's arm.

Xiang Mingzhang glanced at him with a deep and unfathomable gaze.

Qian Hua had more to say: "Shichen, are you feeling it? Try kissing him!"

There was only a sip of lemonade left at the bottom. Xiang Mingzhang raised his head and drank it all. The sour juice rolled into his throat. He chewed the ice and said, "It's a good day off. Secretary Chu can have fun all night."

Qian Hua asked: "Mr. Xiang doesn't seem to be against gays, do you want me to introduce one to you?"

Xiang Mingzhang said: "I appreciate it, but unfortunately I have to go back to the company to work overtime."

Chu Shichen just wanted to escape from this hellhole as soon as possible, and he was also eager to prove his innocence: "Mr. Xiang, don't you want the documents? I'll go back to the company to help you find them."

Qian Hua was stunned: "Are you kidding?!"

The venue fell into a second round of frenzy. Xiang Mingzhang grabbed the car keys and stood up, confirming with Chu Shichen: "Have you made up your mind, do you want to stay here or come with me?"

As soon as Chu Shichen stood up, Qian Hua rushed over, cursing: "How can you go with him! No!"

The blond man tried to stop him and raised his hand to embrace Chu Shichen's waist, but before he could touch him, Xiang Mingzhang pushed him away and raised his hand to throw Qian Hua onto the sofa.

In the chaos, Xiang Mingzhang grabbed Chu Shichen's wrist, pulled him back and forth, and strode through this decadent place of lights and feasting.

Coming out of the Black Window Bar, Chu Shichen panted slightly and swallowed a big mouthful of night air. A mechanical Reventon was parked on the street. Xiang Mingzhang let go of him and said, "Get in the car."

The interior of the supercar was so cramped that they could hear each other's breathing. Although Xiang Mingzhang said nothing, the car was moving at an alarming speed, as if it was silently angry.

No one was working on Saturday, and a large area of Xiangyue Communication's campus was dark.

Xiang Mingzhang left the car downstairs and took out his work permit from the storage box. Chu Shichen followed him to the sales department on the ninth floor. He broke the silence: "I'll go find the report."

Xiang Mingzhang said nothing and went straight into the office.

Chu Shichen found the report in the secretary's office and sent it to the president's office. The papers were messy on the large desk and the pens were not capped. Xiang Mingzhang must have been in a hurry when he left.

After handing over the report, Chu Shichen said, "It's too late now. I'll contact SDR tomorrow morning to make up an attachment."

"Whatever you say." Without even raising his head, Xiang Mingzhang crumpled up the ink-stained white paper and threw it on the carpet impatiently.

The important document needed to be shredded, so Chu Shichen went over to pick it up and unfolded it. It contained some opinions on Yisi's financial internal control. It was well-organized and to the point, but unfortunately it was ruined by a piece of black paper.

He said, "Let me make a copy."

Xiang Mingzhang said: "Enter it into the computer."

The computer on the table was on. Chu Shichen stood beside the chair, slightly bent over and typing. He overestimated his concentration and couldn't help but be distracted, wondering if Xiang Mingzhang was looking at him from the side.

After typing several typos in succession, Chu Shichen became a little anxious and pulled his tie a little looser.

Xiang Mingzhang sat upright in a chair, his peripheral vision filled with Chu Shichen's silhouette. He was wearing a black and white suit, black hair and no makeup, and he stood out in the dazzling bar.

He said, "Don't you think it's too timid to dress so business-like to have fun, or is it a kind of pleasure?"

With his fingertips hovering over the keyboard, Chu Shichen said, "I just met with a friend to discuss something."

Xiang Mingzhang said: "He even knows all your romantic affairs in bed. You are indeed a rare good friend. I'm afraid you often talked about them in the past."

Chu Shichen subconsciously retorted: "No... I didn't."

"That's right." Xiang Mingzhang said, "Being affectionate everywhere is called romantic, and your behavior of simply venting is called vulgar."

Chu Shichen had this identity, so it was useless to deny it. However, he thought Xiang Mingzhang had no right to teach him a lesson, so he said angrily, "Yes, I was young and frivolous."

Seeing that he didn't even bother to cover up, Xiang Mingzhang's tone turned cold: "Then why did you leave with me? Aren't you afraid of ruining your good fortune?"

Chu Shichen turned around and asked, "Then why did you come to find me? You didn't even have time to close the cap on your pen?"

Xiang Mingzhang stood up and looked down at me instead of looking up at me, as if to put pressure on me: "I have heard a little about your past behavior, and I thought you have changed, so I want to go and see if you have been pretending these days."

"Then you saw it." Chu Shichen said, "I didn't take off my clothes, I didn't touch any man, and now I'm leaning over the table typing for you, are you satisfied?"

Xiang Mingzhang said: "Not satisfied."

Chu Shichen: "So what else do you want? Fire me?"

Xiang Mingzhang said sternly: "I will never fire you again!"

Chu Shichen was stunned. He thought Xiang Mingzhang was going to catch him in the act. Did he misunderstand

What is Xiang Mingzhang unhappy about

Chu Shichen was already annoyed enough tonight. He had always followed the rules since he was old enough to understand, fearing that his actions would go against his family teachings. He had never been criticized like this before.

He was too angry to move, and couldn't figure it out. He felt wronged: "Qian Hua said it was a bar, I thought it was like the one you took me to."

Xiang Mingzhang's tone became lower and lighter: "Then you shouldn't look for him, you should look for me."

Chu Shichen pushed the keyboard away tiredly and said capriciously, "Are you here to drink or work overtime?"

"My wine is no worse than Black Window's."

Xiang Mingzhang walked towards the temperature-controlled wine cabinet on the wall, which contained dozens of bottles of foreign wine of different years and flavors. Some were used to entertain guests, and some were collected as decorations.

The glass cabinet door reflected Chu Shichen's shadow. His beautiful eyes and eyebrows had lost their luster and he looked cold, with his hands hanging down. He was so uninterested that he looked a little sad. He was like a crystal glass on the top layer of the wine cabinet, beautiful and fragile, making people want to put it away and no one could touch it.

Xiang Mingzhang opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of wine and a pair of wine glasses.

The bottle was made of thick glass and was covered with cursive foreign words. Chu Shichen was not a good drinker and asked, "What kind of wine is this?"

Xiang Mingzhang walked up to him and whispered, "Vodka."

(End of this chapter)