I Have A Sickness Chapter 8

Translator: Kate
Editor: old scarlet

1.8   Refusal of entry

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However, second master Wei's public image hads always been enigmatic so n.o.body could judge his emotions from his subtle expression.

“It's nothing, continue eating.” He looked at Hao Ritian with doting eyes, making those who saw it be at a loss for words inside.

Hao Ritian's eyes were somewhat muddled. After Wei Zhichen's words fell, he really continued to eat fruits, as though he was oblivious towards the scrutiny he was receiving from the surroundings and of Tang Qi looking over at him.

After appeasing Hao Ritian, Wei Zhichen's vision fell on Tang Qi. While Tang Qi was secretly getting nervous, he spoke without giving a straight answer, “Oh? You went to Imperial University too? You aren't from a performing arts college?”

Tang Qi's expression became slightly awkward, “No, I studied finance in college. All in all, president Wei is still my senior.”
　　
It came as no surprise to Tang Qi that Wei Zhichen was not the least bit clear on his inside details. He also knew that there was no way a great personage like him would pay attention to him. If it hadn't been for something happening at home, he might have entered his family's company and become a manager after graduation. Although his hobby and interest was music, his family did not support him all that much. Contrarily, after the collapse of his family business, he set foot on the path he liked. He really didn't know whether to be glad or feel ironic.

Wei Zhichen's expression remained unchanged. He did not waver in the slightest, nor did he speak anymore. Seeing Hao Ritian take a bite out of a watermelon and leave behind a watermelon seed at a corner of his mouth, he personally helped him pick it away. His tone was helpless but affectionate, “Look at you, you're so big but you're still like a child.”

Hao Ritian looked up and saw a watermelon seed stuck to his fingertips. Quick as a flash, his face turned red and his eyes were a little moist. Quite obviously, feeling embarra.s.sed.
　　
Wei Zhichen's eyes darkened. Recalling the craziness from last night, his adam's apple rolled and he felt a bit thirsty. He raised the red wine for a sip but felt even thirstier.

The intimacy between them as if there was no one else there made the few people present laugh knowingly. Yan Yongan gave a great sigh of relief, not at all thinking there was anything wrong with his son being treated so intimately by a man.

The woman nestled beside him kissed him on the chin and fed him another strawberry. She whispered softly, “President Yan, young master Yan is really worthy of being your son, it looks like president Wei is very fond of him.”

Her eyes were full of wors.h.i.+p and admiration as she said that, like Yan Yongan was her sky.

Yan Yongan liked women who gazed at him like this the most. He immediately dropped a kiss on the woman's lips and rubbed her waist, looking satisfactorily at her, “Your honey mouth knows just what to say.”
　　
Most were focused on Wei Zhichen and basically no one was concerned about Yan Yongan's side, so on one saw this scene. Even if they did see it, they would be disapproving and instead feel contempt for Yan Yongan.

It hadn't been long since his wife died. Not only did he bring a mistress into the house, but he was also playing with women outside. This type of person has a problem in his character. Those who had good family backgrounds and upbringing often looked down upon these type of people. They were frequently making efforts to gain a good reputation, even if they really ran into a situation like Yan Yongan's, they would not act like him, looking for criticisms.

But Yan Yongan did not do the same. In any case, his father-in-law and wife were dead, no one could control him, and the Yan family was his; he could do whatever he wanted. After holding back for so long, once liberated, he forgot himself and his very bones excluded the quality of a nouveau riche.

Standing in front of Wei Zhichen, Tang Qi's situation was a little embarra.s.sing, but none of that could be discerned from his face. Xiao Yu also wouldn't just disregard him, he said to Tang Qi, “Go sing a couple songs for everyone. My singing just now was so terrible it tortured everyone's ears, help me cleanse their ears for me.”
　　
A heavenly singer was merely a casual instigated object here. This was the cla.s.s gap and no one thought it was out of place.

Tang Qi suppressed the shame in his heart. He gave a slight smile and went to choose a song. Soon, the box rang with Tang Qi's gentle voice.

Xiao Yu listened to it and joked with Hao Ritian who was sitting next to Wei Zhichen, “Lookie here, our second master Wei knows how to care about people too. You're really blessed.”

Hao Ritian grinned and said nothing, but Wei Zhichen smiled faintly and rubbed Hao Ritian's head, looking indulgent as he watched him fiddle with his phone and amuse himself.

Wei Zhichen had, in fact, not been lying when he said he came here to talk about business back in the bathroom. Only, it was a big project this time and before focusing on the project, Wei Zhichen was specially invited to connect feelings. This was a common practice in the business field.

So, very quickly, Wei Zhichen was surrounded by various bosses.
　　
During this period, the obedient image Hao Ritian put on was online the whole time. He looked through several pictures on his phone and was quite satisfied. These photos were shot by him when the woman nestled in Yan Yongan's arms was cozying up to him. The angles were well selected and the clarity of the photos was very good. This was also an unexpected surprise for him. When the opportunity arose, he would send them to Yuan Wenyu. Even if they couldn't produce any substantial harm, disgusting her wasn't bad either.

According to his understanding of Yuan Wenyu, she was a tolerant woman. Otherwise, she wouldn't have remained undiscovered, and even raise two children, before mother Yan's death. Since she was a mistress, she should know what kind of trash Yan Yongan whom she bounded herself to was. So while Yan Yongan played with women outside, it was unlikely she would do anything other than bare with it and not make a scene. But increasing the suffocation for her was very enjoyable for Hao Ritian too.

When it was about to hit 12, Wei Zhichen expressed that Hao Ritian was young and needed to rest early, so they should break up. He was teased with a couple of ambiguous lines again, but no stopped him.
　　
The group of people left the box together. As they pa.s.sed the lobby, Hao Ritian took the initiative to settle his bill. His actions were too swift for Xiao Yu to exempt it.

Hao Ritian of course did this on purpose. He had no relations.h.i.+p with Xiao Yu and didn't want to owe him. He could still afford to pay this much money.

Once they left the club, Yan Yongan promptly grabbed Hao Ritian and said in a kindly manner, “Come back with dad. You should be done sulking, right?”

The minute he was about to drag him away, Hao Ritian flung him off. Yan Yongan was a little choked. He was naturally disgruntled with being treated by his son, who had always adored and respected him, like this, but he couldn't let others clue in on it.

Just as Yan Yongan wanted to secretly warn him, he saw second master Wei turn around, and place a hand at the back of his son's head, rubbing it in a close manner. He asked warmly, “Want to go to my house tonight? Wei Lin will be happy if you do.”

The hand placed at the back of his head glided down, the pads of his fingers kneading behind his neck ambiguously. The implication was quite obvious. Hao Ritian thought, this guy is a bit coquettish and very seductive, however—

“No, it's already very late. I'll come bother you when I'm free.” The eyes facing Wei Zhichen's were as clear as water, without the slightest miscellaneous thought.

Last night was a bit wild. He might feel like his spirit was willing today, but his flesh was weak. Hao Ritian still had the rationale to know that this body of his was still rather young and he couldn't be too unrestrained.

Facing his limpid gaze, Wei Zhichen once again felt like the youth in front of him was a little fox. If he hadn't tossed and turned with him the previous night, he would have thought the young man was really a boy who knew nothing about the world. But, it was only interesting like this.

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However, second master Wei's public image hads always been enigmatic so n.o.body could judge his emotions from his subtle expression.

“It's nothing, continue eating.” He looked at Hao Ritian with doting eyes, making those who saw it be at a loss for words inside.

Hao Ritian's eyes were somewhat muddled. After Wei Zhichen's words fell, he really continued to eat fruits, as though he was oblivious towards the scrutiny he was receiving from the surroundings and of Tang Qi looking over at him.

After appeasing Hao Ritian, Wei Zhichen's vision fell on Tang Qi. While Tang Qi was secretly getting nervous, he spoke without giving a straight answer, “Oh? You went to Imperial University too? You aren't from a performing arts college?”

Tang Qi's expression became slightly awkward, “No, I studied finance in college. All in all, president Wei is still my senior.”
　　
It came as no surprise to Tang Qi that Wei Zhichen was not the least bit clear on his inside details. He also knew that there was no way a great personage like him would pay attention to him. If it hadn't been for something happening at home, he might have entered his family's company and become a manager after graduation. Although his hobby and interest was music, his family did not support him all that much. Contrarily, after the collapse of his family business, he set foot on the path he liked. He really didn't know whether to be glad or feel ironic.

Wei Zhichen's expression remained unchanged. He did not waver in the slightest, nor did he speak anymore. Seeing Hao Ritian take a bite out of a watermelon and leave behind a watermelon seed at a corner of his mouth, he personally helped him pick it away. His tone was helpless but affectionate, “Look at you, you're so big but you're still like a child.”

Hao Ritian looked up and saw a watermelon seed stuck to his fingertips. Quick as a flash, his face turned red and his eyes were a little moist. Quite obviously, feeling embarra.s.sed.
　　
Wei Zhichen's eyes darkened. Recalling the craziness from last night, his adam's apple rolled and he felt a bit thirsty. He raised the red wine for a sip but felt even thirstier.

The intimacy between them as if there was no one else there made the few people present laugh knowingly. Yan Yongan gave a great sigh of relief, not at all thinking there was anything wrong with his son being treated so intimately by a man.

The woman nestled beside him kissed him on the chin and fed him another strawberry. She whispered softly, “President Yan, young master Yan is really worthy of being your son, it looks like president Wei is very fond of him.”

Her eyes were full of wors.h.i.+p and admiration as she said that, like Yan Yongan was her sky.

Yan Yongan liked women who gazed at him like this the most. He immediately dropped a kiss on the woman's lips and rubbed her waist, looking satisfactorily at her, “Your honey mouth knows just what to say.”
　　
Most were focused on Wei Zhichen and basically no one was concerned about Yan Yongan's side, so on one saw this scene. Even if they did see it, they would be disapproving and instead feel contempt for Yan Yongan.

It hadn't been long since his wife died. Not only did he bring a mistress into the house, but he was also playing with women outside. This type of person has a problem in his character. Those who had good family backgrounds and upbringing often looked down upon these type of people. They were frequently making efforts to gain a good reputation, even if they really ran into a situation like Yan Yongan's, they would not act like him, looking for criticisms.

But Yan Yongan did not do the same. In any case, his father-in-law and wife were dead, no one could control him, and the Yan family was his; he could do whatever he wanted. After holding back for so long, once liberated, he forgot himself and his very bones excluded the quality of a nouveau riche.

Standing in front of Wei Zhichen, Tang Qi's situation was a little embarra.s.sing, but none of that could be discerned from his face. Xiao Yu also wouldn't just disregard him, he said to Tang Qi, “Go sing a couple songs for everyone. My singing just now was so terrible it tortured everyone's ears, help me cleanse their ears for me.”
　　
A heavenly singer was merely a casual instigated object here. This was the cla.s.s gap and no one thought it was out of place.

Tang Qi suppressed the shame in his heart. He gave a slight smile and went to choose a song. Soon, the box rang with Tang Qi's gentle voice.

Xiao Yu listened to it and joked with Hao Ritian who was sitting next to Wei Zhichen, “Lookie here, our second master Wei knows how to care about people too. You're really blessed.”

Hao Ritian grinned and said nothing, but Wei Zhichen smiled faintly and rubbed Hao Ritian's head, looking indulgent as he watched him fiddle with his phone and amuse himself.

Wei Zhichen had, in fact, not been lying when he said he came here to talk about business back in the bathroom. Only, it was a big project this time and before focusing on the project, Wei Zhichen was specially invited to connect feelings. This was a common practice in the business field.

So, very quickly, Wei Zhichen was surrounded by various bosses.
　　
During this period, the obedient image Hao Ritian put on was online the whole time. He looked through several pictures on his phone and was quite satisfied. These photos were shot by him when the woman nestled in Yan Yongan's arms was cozying up to him. The angles were well selected and the clarity of the photos was very good. This was also an unexpected surprise for him. When the opportunity arose, he would send them to Yuan Wenyu. Even if they couldn't produce any substantial harm, disgusting her wasn't bad either.

According to his understanding of Yuan Wenyu, she was a tolerant woman. Otherwise, she wouldn't have remained undiscovered, and even raise two children, before mother Yan's death. Since she was a mistress, she should know what kind of trash Yan Yongan whom she bounded herself to was. So while Yan Yongan played with women outside, it was unlikely she would do anything other than bare with it and not make a scene. But increasing the suffocation for her was very enjoyable for Hao Ritian too.

When it was about to hit 12, Wei Zhichen expressed that Hao Ritian was young and needed to rest early, so they should break up. He was teased with a couple of ambiguous lines again, but no stopped him.
　　
The group of people left the box together. As they pa.s.sed the lobby, Hao Ritian took the initiative to settle his bill. His actions were too swift for Xiao Yu to exempt it.

Hao Ritian of course did this on purpose. He had no relations.h.i.+p with Xiao Yu and didn't want to owe him. He could still afford to pay this much money.

Once they left the club, Yan Yongan promptly grabbed Hao Ritian and said in a kindly manner, “Come back with dad. You should be done sulking, right?”

The minute he was about to drag him away, Hao Ritian flung him off. Yan Yongan was a little choked. He was naturally disgruntled with being treated by his son, who had always adored and respected him, like this, but he couldn't let others clue in on it.

Just as Yan Yongan wanted to secretly warn him, he saw second master Wei turn around, and place a hand at the back of his son's head, rubbing it in a close manner. He asked warmly, “Want to go to my house tonight? Wei Lin will be happy if you do.”

The hand placed at the back of his head glided down, the pads of his fingers kneading behind his neck ambiguously. The implication was quite obvious. Hao Ritian thought, this guy is a bit coquettish and very seductive, however—

“No, it's already very late. I'll come bother you when I'm free.” The eyes facing Wei Zhichen's were as clear as water, without the slightest miscellaneous thought.

Last night was a bit wild. He might feel like his spirit was willing today, but his flesh was weak. Hao Ritian still had the rationale to know that this body of his was still rather young and he couldn't be too unrestrained.

Facing his limpid gaze, Wei Zhichen once again felt like the youth in front of him was a little fox. If he hadn't tossed and turned with him the previous night, he would have thought the young man was really a boy who knew nothing about the world. But, it was only interesting like this.

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