That Man Is a Little Wild - Chapter 11

As soon as Chi Ye walked in, Fan Yuanju nudged Li Cang hard in the arm.
“Damn—look at that guy! He’s gorgeous!”

Li Cang froze.

Chi Ye had already switched seats with someone, ending up right beside Fan Yuanju, just one person away from Li Cang.

“Hi, I’m Fan Yuanju,” Fan said, trying to sound calm while fighting the urge to grin like an idiot.

“Chi Ye,” the man replied simply, shaking his hand before turning his gaze toward Li Cang.

Li Cang forced himself to smile. “…Hey.”

His pulse spiked. Memories flashed across his mind, his drunken night weeks ago, the dark corner of a bar, that man’s voice low against his ear.
He stopped himself, gripping his glass to hide his shaking hands.

Fan Yuanju leaned in to whisper, “He’s too handsome. I think I’m in love.”

Li Cang muttered under his breath, “You’d better not be.”

Fan blinked, confused, but when he saw Li Cang’s awkward, guilty expression, his eyes went wide.
“No way, don’t tell me ”

Li Cang quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.

Fan mumbled against his palm, “You slept with him?!”

The world really was too small. Of all people, the man from that night was sitting right next to them.

Dinner passed in an odd, stilted blur. Li Cang barely spoke; every time someone tried to strike up a conversation, his curt replies killed it instantly.

When it was over, Chi Ye offered to give them a ride.

Fan Yuanju, who clearly wanted to stick around, agreed before Li Cang could say a word.

“Wait for your car…” Li Cang began, but Fan waved him off. “Come on! It’s late, we’ll never get a taxi.”

And that was that.

They climbed into Chi Ye’s car. The moment Fan sat down, he exclaimed, “Wow, this car’s huge!”

Chi Ye met Li Cang’s eyes in the rearview mirror, a faint, knowing smile tugging at his lips. “Not quite big enough,” he said softly.

Li Cang nearly choked on his breath.

Fan, oblivious, kept chatting, asking about Chi Ye’s job and relationship status. When Chi Ye mentioned he was single, Fan’s eyes lit up.
“What a coincidence! So is our Li Cang!”

Li Cang wanted to disappear into the seat.

Halfway home, Fan suddenly got a phone call. “Shoot, something came up, I gotta go!” he said, hopping out and leaving Li Cang alone in the car.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Li Cang reached for the door handle, but before he could speak, Chi Ye pulled the car into an empty stretch of road and turned off the engine.

Li Cang’s heart was pounding. “What are you doing?”

Chi Ye leaned back slightly, his voice low and steady. “What do you think?”

The air between them seemed to hum. Chi Ye’s gaze didn’t waver; it was calm, intent, and far too familiar.

Li Cang swallowed hard, caught between embarrassment, confusion, and the unspoken electricity that hung in the car like a storm about to break.