Chapter 11: Is the Same Scene Stimulating?

Not far from Nancheng, but by the time they arrived, two hours had passed.

The hotel they checked into was situated by the sea, and the floor-to-ceiling windows provided a perfect view of the most beautiful scenery. The moonlit sea seemed to be draped in a hazy veil, reflecting millions of stars, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

“Wife, happy birthday,” Lu Siyi said, smiling. The man had obviously taken special care to groom himself, appearing calm and noble. Time and experience had added a thick stroke to this man, creating a unique charm exclusive to mature gentlemen.

Stability, nobility, possessing a status and wealth unattainable by ordinary people, along with accumulated knowledge and connections—Lu Siyi didn’t need to make much effort. A simple glance of tenderness from him was enough to drive those who admired him crazy.

“I thought the new project in Xin Cheng was keeping you busy recently? We can visit Nancheng some other time,” Gu Shisheng sighed.

“No, that won’t do. I promised you, and I can’t break my promise. Besides, how can any project be more important than you?” Lu Siyi approached, presenting a gift he had personally prepared for Gu Shisheng.

Gu Shisheng opened the box to find a jade pendant inside. The specific material wasn’t discernible, but it was genuinely beautiful. The colors were pure, and as Gu Shisheng took it out, the names of Gu Shisheng and Lu Siyi reflected on the jade under the lamplight.

Lu Siyi was clearly excited. “I carved that myself. This jade was acquired at an auction last year, rumored to have spiritual energy. Engraving the names of beloved ones on it is said to determine fate in the next life.”

Gu Shisheng gripped the pendant, and his hand stiffened. Then, he furrowed his brow slightly. “You didn’t do anything else, did you?”

It wasn’t entirely unfounded for him to ask this. Several years ago, Lu Siyi had developed a belief in metaphysics. In the beginning, he used to bleed himself and draw talismans every day.

Scared out of his wits, Gu Shisheng finally questioned him about it.

Only then did he learn that Lu Siyi had hired a master. The master suggested engraving Lu Siyi’s life fate into his life book, using ten years of Lu Siyi’s life to exchange for Gu Shisheng’s lifelong health and safety.

Gu Shisheng got angry for the first time.

Terrified, Lu Siyi swore not to do such things again.

“I know you’re right. Those masters’ practices are unreliable. But this deal was too good to pass up. I don’t believe in it, but I can’t resist the temptation. Wife, I just want to be with you for a long, long time.”

Gu Shisheng’s health was really poor.

Since then, even without Lu Siyi’s reminder, Gu Shisheng began to pay attention to his health.

“There’s really nothing special about it this time. It’s just an ordinary jade pendant. I know most of these legendary things are just stories. But you can’t extinguish my fantasies, can you, wife?” Lu Siyi explained seriously as he put the pendant around Gu Shisheng’s neck.

Lu Siyi truly hoped it was true. He wanted to have Gu Shisheng for this lifetime and the next, and the next.

Ten years had lessened the initial excitement, but it had become an indispensable part of him.

Gu Shisheng breathed a sigh of relief and cautioned Lu Siyi, “Don’t harm yourself for me, understand?”

“I understand. You’re the one who loves me the most,” Lu Siyi smiled, lowering his head to kiss Gu Shisheng.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, fireworks suddenly burst into bloom, casting a dazzling light on the figures below. When Gu Shisheng looked up, he could see the loving gaze from Lu Siyi, and he weakly clung to his neck, hurriedly pulling up the loosened tie.

The familiar style made Gu Shisheng’s brain calm down in an instant.

It was the tie he had given to Lu Siyi, the same one that had appeared in the photos on his phone a few days ago—a stranger kissing his husband and holding that tie.

The unforgettable image in his mind made him feel strangely familiar with this scene.

His husband passionately kissing someone else in the same setting.

Was the same scene with a different person particularly stimulating?

When Lu Siyi wanted to go further, he noticed Gu Shisheng’s indifference. He lowered his head, breathing slightly, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m very tired.” Gu Shisheng’s voice was low and hoarse.

Lu Siyi leaned his head against Gu Shisheng’s neck, and after a moment, he picked him up. “Sleep, rest early.”

Lu Siyi placed him on the bed and went outside. Gu Shisheng’s body was frail, and Lu Siyi loved him too much. Many times, he would go along with Gu Shisheng’s wishes and never insist.

After calming down with a cigarette, he went downstairs. As soon as he entered the bathroom, someone threw themselves into his arms.

A faint fragrance lingered in the breath. Lu Siyi’s eyes darkened for a moment before easing slightly after recognizing the person.

Ji Ting felt the man’s rejection but didn’t let go.

They had agreed to contact each other, but he had waited so long, and Lu Siyi didn’t even give him a message.

He wasn’t the unknown transparent figure who had just entered the entertainment industry. Now, Ji Ting was a popular figure with millions of fans. However, he only liked Lu Siyi.

Lu Siyi came to Nancheng, so Ji Ting followed. But it turned out that this man was specifically here to celebrate his wife’s birthday. How romantic. The entire Nancheng probably witnessed the fireworks display. Ji Ting could only stand in a corner and envy.

He approached, kissing the man’s lips. Lu Siyi avoided him, and Ji Ting’s kiss landed on the man’s Adam’s apple.

“Let go!” Lu Siyi’s voice was stern, cold, and unsmiling—a nature that only showed when he was emotionless and cruel.

“Don’t be like this. I’ve waited so long. It’s so cold outside, and your wife occupied so much of your time. Can’t you accompany me for a while?” Ji Ting suggested with a suggestive tone.

“You followed me?” Lu Siyi’s eyes darkened.

Ji Ting didn’t think there was anything wrong, nodding and implying while teasing, “Lu, President Lu, do you want something exciting tonight? Ah—”

He was pushed onto the sink, his waist against the cold marble. Ignoring the pain, Ji Ting felt a powerful force choking his neck. Panicking, he looked up, meeting Lu Siyi’s eyes, cold and indifferent, as if he were looking at a dead person.

“What did you come here for? What are you compared to my wife? Do you want to appear in front of him to provoke him? I warn you, you’d better behave.”

Ji Ting, with his face turning purple, nodded desperately. The moment he felt like he was suffocating to death was so real. When he was released, Ji Ting felt a sense of relief.

“Now, get back immediately.” Lu Siyi wiped his hands without mercy and left without a second glance.

In the bathroom, Ji Ting covered his mouth and cried.

Ji Ting felt like he was being foolish, but that person was Lu Siyi, Lu Siyi. He had liked him for so long, and back then, he was almost sent to the director’s bed by his agent. It was Lu Siyi who saved him.

He loved this man’s supreme power, and he loved the subtle affection under Lu Siyi’s indifference. The gaze filled with emotion when he looked at him in the blurry night.

Even if this man treated him as a temporary plaything and didn’t deserve the slightest emotion.