That Man Is a Little Wild - Chapter 16
Chi Ye parked the car downstairs at Li Cang’s apartment. Remembering that Xu Siran’s office was in the same building, he thought he might as well go up and say hello. So, he followed Li Cang into the lobby.
Li Cang swiped his access card, but when he saw Chi Ye trailing behind, he turned around with a frown.
“What’s this supposed to mean?”
Chi Ye smiled easily. “Just going to greet a friend.”
Li Cang didn’t ask further. As long as the man wasn’t following him, it didn’t matter.
But once they stepped into the elevator and Li Cang pressed his floor, Chi Ye made no move to select another. Li Cang grew suspicious. “Which floor are you going to?”
“The same as you,” Chi Ye said, his mood light. He watched Li Cang’s expression, sometimes that slightly childish, out-of-place look would surface on his face.
It was… unexpectedly cute.
Chi Ye had the sudden urge to reach out and pinch his cheek.
Li Cang thought for a moment. The company across from his office on the twenty-third floor sold insurance, if he remembered right.
He decided not to care and stepped out first when the elevator arrived.
But Chi Ye followed right behind.
Li Cang couldn’t help turning around and jabbing a finger at him. “I’m warning you! Stop following me!”
Chi Ye paused. “…”
He glanced at the company sign behind Li Cang, then looked back at him. “You work under Xu Siran?”
Li Cang froze. “…”
A few minutes later, Xu Siran sat in her office, telling Li Cang to pour tea for their visitor.
Li Cang left with a face full of disbelief.
Xu Siran looked to Chi Ye. “Is there a problem with the design draft he gave you?”
“He’s the one who drew it?” Chi Ye had half-suspected it earlier, back in the elevator. But hearing it confirmed made him almost want to laugh.
“…He didn’t do it well?” Xu Siran couldn’t read his smile.
He didn’t look angry, which was odd.
Still, the air between the two when they’d entered was strange: Li Cang had looked as if Chi Ye owed him a million yuan, while Chi Ye had looked as if he really did.
The roles seemed… reversed.
Wasn’t Chi Ye supposed to be the client?
“The drawing’s fine.” Chi Ye covered his mouth to hide a smile. Outside, Li Cang was coming back in with coffee. Before he entered, Chi Ye leaned closer to Xu Siran and murmured, “He doesn’t know I’m the client. Don’t let it slip.”
“How do you two even?” Xu Siran began.
But before she could finish, Li Cang came in with the coffee tray. When he bent over to set it down, the collar of his shirt gaped slightly a glimpse of his chest and neck revealed a scatter of faint bite marks.
Xu Siran’s eyes flicked to Chi Ye. In his gaze, she saw the heat of a raw, unguarded desire.
And in that instant, she understood.
“Are you two done talking?” Li Cang said curtly, setting down the cup. “Our boss is busy.”
Chi Ye gave a low chuckle and rose to his feet. “Alright, I’ll go.”
Xu Siran waved. “Li Cang, see Mr. Chi out.”
Li Cang frowned. “Why me? He’s your friend.”
Not exactly, she thought. More like a friend of a friend.
But she didn’t bother explaining, just waved them toward the door and sat back at her desk.
As Li Cang walked Chi Ye out, heads turned from every direction, men and women alike stealing glances at the tall man beside him.
Chi Ye was the kind who drew eyes effortlessly: broad shoulders, sun-warmed skin, a lean but muscular frame that hinted at strength beneath the neat lines of his clothes, wild, almost dangerous.
At the elevator, Li Cang jerked his chin toward the doors. “Go.”
Chi Ye glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then leaned in and brushed a quick kiss against Li Cang’s lips before stepping back with a grin. “See you.”
Li Cang scowled, rubbing at his mouth in irritation.
“I’ll pick you up tonight,” Chi Ye said lightly, pressing the elevator button, utterly unfazed by the rejection.
“No need,” Li Cang shot back, turning on his heel and heading inside.
Chi Ye watched his retreating figure, the taut, slender legs disappearing from view before finally stepping into the elevator.
The moment Li Cang was out of sight, he grimaced, rubbing at his sore waist. He collapsed into his chair, grabbed his neck pillow, and leaned back with a groan of pleasure that nearly sounded like relief.
It had been a long morning.