Wei Qian actually didn’t know how to kiss. It was a technical job and he had never done it before.

Gentle, he only knew how to do it like putting a child to sleep, just lightly touch it, violent... he could not imagine this.

Well, actually, Wei Qian flipped through a pornographic book on Lin Qing’s desk during his lunch break. Unfortunately, after finishing it, he was still confused and didn’t get any guidance from it. Because based on the fantasy description of “kissing” in the book, his poor imagination couldn’t construct any action that a human could do. As for association…

After Wei Qian finished watching the movie, the special scenes from the martial arts movies from the 1980s and 1990s emerged in his mind... the kind where there was a "roar" and then a string of firecrackers behind the protagonist flashed and exploded with colorful auroras.

So all he could do was to vent his anger by crushing Wei Zhiyuan's lips.

The climate in the north is dry in autumn, and people's lips are prone to peeling. Wei Zhiyuan neglected to take care of his lips, so they broke when he pulled them lightly. Wei Qian soon tasted a little blood, and then he came back to his senses from his fluctuating emotions. He found out awkwardly that he was just like a pervert and was so uncivilized.

He was about to retreat a little, but was suddenly grabbed by the back of his head by Wei Zhiyuan, who fought back greedily.

It was different from the first time - after the annual meeting, he instinctively punched Wei Zhiyuan, and after that he only remembered that he was shocked and angry, and had no other impression.

This time, Wei Qian hesitated for a moment, and Wei Zhiyuan reached into his mouth at lightning speed, sweeping every corner he could reach.

Wei Qian was so stimulated that he felt numb and forgot to breathe for a moment.

Wei Zhiyuan had his hand around Wei Qian's waist at some point, and Wei Qian couldn't help but bend his waist slightly backwards as he was pulled by him. Most adults' waists are not that soft, and they would feel very strained after a while. Wei Qian felt like a bow being bent by Wei Zhiyuan.

His tense muscles had begun to ache, and he involuntarily stretched out his hands to support the wall, but Wei Zhiyuan still refused to give in.

At some point, Wei Zhiyuan's hand rolled up the hem of his pajama top. Wei Zhiyuan's palm felt like it was on fire, burning hot. It didn't feel like a caress, but rather heavy, as if it wanted to peel off a layer of his flesh. It quickly moved over Wei Qian's lower abdomen and continued to move backwards.

Wei Qian felt someone pinching his waist hard, which made him shudder with pain. Then a sour and numb feeling ran up his spine. His waist suddenly went limp, and he struggled instinctively, letting out a vague, protesting groan from his throat.

Then, Wei Qian felt something pressing against his crotch.

He stiffened involuntarily.

At this moment, Wei Zhiyuan finally ended the kiss. He suppressed his rapid breathing slowly and tremblingly. After a long while, he sighed softly, and seemed to use great willpower to force himself to let go and slowly let go of Wei Qian.

Wei Qian's center of balance was wrong, and he leaned back a bit, then took two steps back before he could stand steady.

There was no light in the room. Wei Zhiyuan leaned against the door. His eyes were like those of a wolf. Even in the darkness, they flashed with an almost hungry light that was hard to ignore. His chest was heaving violently.

Wei Qian's heart skipped a beat, and then he cursed himself: "What the hell am I doing?"

"Qian'er," Wei Zhiyuan called him, but changed his name. His voice was as low and hoarse as metal scraping against rough sandpaper. "I have been longing for you for almost ten years. Can you stop testing me like this? I... I really can't control myself."

Wei Qian was speechless.

"You...you, forget it, wait for me to calm down." Wei Zhiyuan's breathing was very heavy. He seemed a little angry and walked straight to Wei Qian's bed - the chair was piled with things and there was no place to sit.

Wei Qian's quilt was spread aside, with a little ambiguous warmth inside. Wei Zhiyuan didn't expect that his desire could be ignited so easily by him. Feeling a little uncomfortable, he simply hung his legs on the ground and lay down with his upper body like a prone lion. He closed his eyes and lay briefly on Wei Qian's pillow.

Wei Zhiyuan originally wanted to be quiet for a while and calm his desires, but he soon realized that this was a very bad idea.

Given that someone went to bed without drying their hair, there was a very obvious smell of shampoo on the pillowcase. The darkness magnified Wei Zhiyuan's keen sense of smell. In addition to the shampoo, he also smelled a faint smell of bath gel mixed in it, as well as a certain unique scent belonging to Wei Qian.

The scent was very seductive and surrounded him from all directions. Not only that, but also the slightly concave bed and the quilt behind him that was warmed by Wei Qian's body temperature. Wei Zhiyuan's nose was a little itchy at the time, and he accidentally rubbed it on the pillow, and even got a strand of Wei Qian's hair on the side of his face...

"Fuck!" Wei Zhiyuan was completely furious. He was not an impatient person by nature, not to mention that he had been cultivating himself over the years. He could hardly remember the last time he was so impatient.

He sat up suddenly, as if resurrecting a corpse, and said in a low voice: "My blood vessels are about to burst."

Wei Qian seemed to be a little out of his element. His self-proclaimed calm mind was completely blank. He stood two steps away and asked an irrelevant question: "What did you call me just now?"

With the help of the thin moonlight, Wei Zhiyuan saw his complicated and confused expression. Several buttons on his chest had been undone by himself, but Wei Qian didn't seem to notice, revealing a narrow strip on his chest.

"Just torture me." Wei Zhiyuan stood up and struggled to control his behavior in the raging fire of desire, but he couldn't control his mouth. He said, "Wei Qian, I really hate you."

When they passed each other, Wei Qian suddenly grabbed Wei Zhiyuan's wrist.

His almost blank expression was broken by Wei Zhiyuan's angry words just now. In an instant, he seemed to regain his composure, and his tone sounded even calmer.

Wei Qian said, "Go to the bed, I'll help you."

Wei Zhiyuan's strong heart jammed again. He only remembered that Wei Qian gave him a light push, and he immediately "floated" back to the bed as if weightless. His revolutionary integrity had long gone to hell. Wei Qian's cold hand had just reached into his pants, but before he touched anything, he shivered and cried out.

Wei Qian relaxed at his behavior, and even said something insulting, "Why are you yelling? You've read your lines too early. Can you please stop getting so jumpy? Where's the cat?"

Wei Zhiyuan's rationality had long been shattered into pieces. Although Wei Qian's method was sloppy and rough, in the hands of someone who thought about it day and night, the details of the technical issues meant nothing.

Wei Zhiyuan called him randomly, sometimes "brother" and sometimes his name, and was completely bewildered.

It definitely wasn't very comfortable. Wei Qian was very clear about this. He felt numb when he was massaging himself. It didn't feel as good as when the blind man in the massage parlor gave him a cervical massage. It was purely to satisfy a need... But can a person really be obsessed with another person?

Wei Qian was used to others' dependence on and obedience to him, and he had always tried his best to make himself more reliable. This was almost the most intimate emotional interaction for him.

But Wei Zhiyuan was different, he came too close.

Wei Qian couldn't help but feel incredible - was he really that good? Where did Xiao Yuan's persistence come from?

He had never even received the most natural and unreasonable love from his parents, and had never established the most basic trust in the world, let alone the illusory one...

love.

However, he saw his own reflection in Wei Zhiyuan's sparkling eyes, and for the first time he felt that extremely intimate connection, as if someone had secretly placed it in his heart without his knowledge.

Wei Qian's heart suddenly softened, as if someone had gently scratched it with a feather, and his movements became gentler... although they were still not very effective.

Until Wei Qian wiped his hands clean, Wei Zhiyuan still lay on his bed and refused to get up.

Wei Zhiyuan: "Brother."

Wei Qian threw the tissue into the trash can: "What's the matter?"

Wei Zhiyuan called again: "Qian'er..."

Wei Qian closed the window that had been open for most of the night: "Hmm?"

Wei Zhiyuan is fine, I just want to call him.

The young man closed his eyes on the soft bed and called out again in a dreamlike voice: "Qian'er."

This time Wei Qian finally lost his patience: "What are you doing? Is this the end?"

Wei Zhiyuan laughed to himself and said softly, "It's worth dying for."

Everyone could hear the sincerity of these words. Wei Qian's chest choked violently, but he had no way to express it. He just walked over and slapped Wei Zhiyuan on the leg: "Get up, you have rolled the sheets into pickled vegetable skins."

Wei Zhiyuan obediently got up and stood aside, watching him pull up the messy sheets, and then pull back the quilt that had been rolled up in the corner.

“Brother, I can…” Wei Zhiyuan paused, “Well, forget it, it’s nothing, I’d better go back to my room.”

Wei Qian had his back to him, so he couldn't see his expression. But after a second, Wei Qian said calmly, "There's a spare pillow in the cupboard. Go get it."

Wei Zhiyuan raised his head suddenly: "Xiaobao is still at home, you..."

Wei Qian interrupted him: "It's okay."

He didn't know that he had already told Xiaobao, nor was he shameless enough to immediately adapt to this weird relationship or accept the fact that his brother had climbed into his bed. Wei Zhiyuan could see that... he just didn't want to embarrass himself.

Maybe he felt that he was responsible for the accidental discharge, so he decided to bear the consequences alone without saying anything.

Wei Zhiyuan gently put down the pillow, crawled into the quilt, tentatively reached out his hand, and hugged Wei Qian, who was already lying down with his eyes closed and seemed to have fallen asleep at the speed of light.

Wei Qian didn't move or open his eyes. He didn't want to show any shyness in front of the brat, so he had to nervously put on an attitude of "it's no big deal" and pretend to be calm.

But ten minutes later, Wei Qian finally couldn't stand it anymore and pulled Wei Zhiyuan's hand away: "Can you stop staring at me like a searchlight?"

Wei Zhiyuan quickly followed suit and narrowed his eyes and stared.

Well, this time it becomes a microscope.

He dragged Wei Qian back into the quilt and whispered, "You go to sleep first. I'm still doing today's homework."

Wei Qian: "What homework?"

"Reflect on yourself." Wei Zhiyuan closed his eyes and whispered to Wei Qian, "Start from this morning. When I received the photos, I was happy for a moment, and even glanced at them several times without control."

Wei Qian: "Why didn't I see that?"

"I didn't realize it myself." Wei Zhiyuan said, "It was just a fleeting thought, so I had to recall it bit by bit afterwards. I remember the pattern of the tea coaster on your desk - I have been in your office for a long time and never noticed what kind of coasters you used, but I noticed it today because the photo against the wall was placed next to the cup at the time. I must have glanced at it several times, which is why I have a deep impression of it."

Wei Qian was shocked. He never knew that there were people who studied him like Sherlock Holmes performing an autopsy.

Who taught him this?

It definitely can't be Old Bear. If Old Bear had such a high level of enlightenment, he would have become a true immortal long ago. Why would he have to pretend to be an immortal every day?

"I think there are two reasons for this secret joy," Wei Zhiyuan continued, "One is that I have been hiding my feelings for you for a long time. Of course, I hope that one day they can be made public, but that might hurt you and many people, so this time it was passed on through someone else's hands... Don't worry about whether it's true or not, I have the illusion that I got what I wanted in an 'innocent' way."

He paused and continued, "Of course, there is a deeper reason, which is that I still want to torture you... I just accidentally blurted out the truth. Although I have decided to practice for you in my heart, I still can't help but hate you for not responding to me. I can't be completely calm yet. If I make you suffer because of me, I will have the illusion that I have weight in your heart... In this way, I can pretend that I am important to you, which can be regarded as... showing my presence."

“No, wait a minute.” Wei Qian propped up his upper body. “You are so… so… bloody every night before going to bed?”

Wei Zhiyuan opened his eyes and said frankly, "Yes, there is more. I just said that it is worth dying for. I really thought so at that time, but now I have come to my senses and I am dissatisfied again. When I was hugging you, I had another thought. I thought that it would be great if I could do the whole thing just now - greed... Alas, once a desire is satisfied, there will soon be new dissatisfaction."

Wei Qian: “…”

He didn't know how Wei Zhiyuan could say such words in front of him, the one who was being delusional.

Wei Zhiyuan smiled at him: "I swear, it's just a thought. It hasn't grown into anything yet - cover yourself up, don't get cold."

Before going to bed that day, Wei Zhiyuan whispered in Wei Qian's ear: "This is not a bloody story. People's hearts are hidden, but why should we hide it from ourselves? Many things are just self-deception. Hiding it will not do you any good. If you hide too much, you will become weak. The more honest you are with yourself, the more indestructible power you will gain."

The next day, Wei Qian woke up with a slight cold. It might be because of the cold in the first half of the night, or it might be because in the second half of the night he was worried that the single quilt was too small and kept pushing the quilt towards Wei Zhiyuan, which resulted in catching a cold.

But these are all minor details. The most chaotic thing in the morning was that Song Xiaobao got up early and put on headphones to stretch her legs. Just after finishing one round and preparing to relax for the second round, she saw her little brother coming out of her big brother's room and asked the people in the room intimately: "Brother, what do you want to eat in the morning?"

Until Wei Qian left the house, Xiaobao's mouth, which could fit a duck egg, did not close.

Wei Qian glanced at her without explaining anything. He cleaned up and washed up as naturally as possible, and called her to come for dinner as usual... except that he didn't look her in the eye all morning.

Then he used the excuse of going to work and fled... twenty minutes earlier than usual.

There was no one in the conference room yet. Wei Zhiyuan poured a cup of tea, turned on the computer, and said to Wei Qian, "I forgot to tell you last night that we used some illegal technical means to hack into the computers of several people around Wang Dongliang and pieced together some information. They have a Yin-Yang account book, but it was unfortunately recorded by hand, and only a few scanned pages were leaked. The information is incomplete, but we are already tracking the transactions of several accounts involved. Let me show you."

Wei Qian was silent for a moment: "I don't want you to get involved in this kind of thing."

"What do you want me to do?" Wei Zhiyuan asked him with a smile, resting his hands on the conference table. "Will I quietly write my programs like a model student, earn some pocket money, and come back to ask you for a reward?"

He picked up a signature pen, twirled it between his fingers a few times, and sighed, "How insecure you are. You only have feelings for things you raise."

Wei Qian said expressionlessly: "Who am I raising? You? I am sick. I am raising a bastard like you who is always looking for trouble. Why are you becoming more shameless as you grow older?"

Wei Zhiyuan seemed to enjoy listening to him scolding him. He did not refute a word. With a playful grin, he turned the laptop screen in front of him and immediately blocked Wei Qian's mouth.

Half an hour later, the management team arrived.

"The local government has just changed, and the top leader is an out-of-towner," Sanpang said. "That's why Wang Dongliang is in a hurry to smooth over the relationship when something goes wrong at this critical juncture. The attitude of the municipal government is very ambiguous. First, the new leader has just arrived and hasn't had time to figure out how deep the local tyrants are. Second, the big leader is about to retire and is ready to end his term without any achievements or mistakes. He doesn't want to cause any trouble during his term and lose his reputation."

"Whether something happens or not is not up to him or Wang Dongliang," said Wei Qian.

Ma Chunming looked through some things that were secretly circulated internally, and raised his hand like a gentleman, ready to make a profound statement: "We can report this person to the judicial authorities..."

Everyone's eyes were on him.

"Shut up." Wei Qian briefly ended his speech with two words.

Ma Chunming was a straightforward person. He never hesitated to challenge the big boss on issues he considered important. He immediately jumped up and said, "I am against using unfair means!"

"No one said to use unfair means." Sanpang pushed him back to his seat. "Doctor, if you don't understand, just listen first. Legitimate means are not just those with straight faces like you."

"No matter how many handles he has, the local government has to handle this matter." Wei Qian lit a cigarette, "What will happen if we intervene? It will be a dog-eat-dog situation."

Ma Chunming: "But didn't Mr. Tan just say..."

"Okay, I'll go over there in two days and fight a frontal battle." Sanpang walked past him and took over Wei Qian's words.

Ma Chunming looked at him in confusion.

Sanpang usually doesn't take care of business, and Ma Chunming usually doesn't take care of public relations. When the two of them are together, they basically talk at cross purposes.

Sanpang sighed and had to patiently explain to this doctor who was like a blockhead in some aspects.

"I can invite a few people from the local police department through some of my old friends. I've also contacted the disciplinary inspection department, and I'll have a few more people to accompany us," Sanpang counted on his fingers, "including a few people from the municipal government, and we can get a table together."

He paused and added in a low voice: "Then we will have to ask the Investment Department to prepare the project proposal as soon as possible."

The investment manager smiled and said, "Xiao Yuan and I hit it off right away. With his help, it will definitely be quick."

Although everyone was vague in their words, Ma Chunming was smart. After a moment, he finally reacted. He murmured, "This... is too..."

"Please keep internal information confidential. Let's adjourn the meeting." Wei Qian patted Ma Chunming's shoulder without explaining.

"It's too dangerous." said Ma Chunming.

"You've seen a few bad guys, so you dare to say that the world is evil?" Wei Qian looked at him and smiled, "I still feel quite peaceful."