That Man Is a Little Wild - Chapter 17
Everyone in the office craned their necks.
“Was that guy the boss’s friend? Never seen him before.”
“No idea,” Li Cang replied curtly, eyes closed.
He honestly didn’t know when Xu Siran had gotten to know Chi Ye, and he had no intention of asking.
With someone as sly as Xu Siran, the more you asked, the more she’d see through you.
Just then, his email notification pinged.
Weird.
That client who usually replied in the middle of the night had sent a message in broad daylight.
Li Cang stretched his neck and clicked it open, and his expression darkened instantly.
The message was much chattier than usual:
Your design is very creative. My partner happens to have quite the playful side, too, so please continue developing it based on this concept.
Creative???
A house covered in penises was creative???
Was this client out of his mind?!
Continue developing based on this concept. What the hell kind of instruction was that?
Either this guy was a full-blown pervert or being held hostage and trying to ask for help in code.
But if he had the time to send an email, he damn well had time to call the police!
Li Cang decided the client was insane and ignored the message.
He leaned back in his chair, eyes drifting lazily toward the date on his screen and frowned.
Tomorrow was that man’s birthday.
His stepfather.
The thought made his stomach twist.
That evening, he left work early and stopped by a luxury store to pick out a men’s tie.
Just as he was walking out, his phone rang with an unfamiliar number.
He lifted it to his ear. “Hello?”
“Where are you?”
The street was loud with honking cars, and Li Cang didn’t catch the voice right away. He checked the number completely unfamiliar. “Who’s this?”
The man on the other end chuckled. “The one who made you cry last night.”
Li Cang: “…”
He hung up.
The phone rang again.
He declined the call and then promptly blocked the number.
Across town, Chi Ye stared at his now useless phone, a smirk tugging at his lips.
The guys in the back seat all exchanged looks.
“Damn, Ye-ge,” Song Yu said, “your wife’s got one hell of a temper.”
“‘One hell’ is putting it mildly,” Luo Nansong added. “She’s feral.”
Lu Zhe laughed. “Yeah, Ye-ge, I don’t think you can tame this one.”
“I could tell back at the bar,” Song Yu said. “She’s way out of your league.”
Chi Ye slid his phone into the console and turned around with a sharp look. “You done talking?”
“Come on, Ye-ge! You said you’d let us have dinner with her tonight!”
“She’s pissed. I’m going to calm her down,” Chi Ye said flatly, pulling the car to the curb. “Out.”
“…”
The three of them were unceremoniously dumped on the side of the road.
Song Yu groaned. “Should’ve driven myself. You said we’d get a closer look at your girl. Look at us now.”
Luo Nansong sighed. “He’s gone for good. Only slept with the guy a few times and he’s already obsessed.”
Lu Zhe snorted. “Well, to be fair, that body was insane.”
They all remembered that morning, those legs, those marks.
“Yeah… those legs. Damn. Stop thinking about it, I’m getting hard. Let’s just go eat.”
“Pathetic,” one muttered as they walked off.
Meanwhile, Chi Ye circled the area, trying to find Li Cang. When he couldn’t, he called Xu Siran and coaxed the address out of her, then drove to the apartment building.
A few minutes later, he spotted Li Cang getting out of a taxi, holding a neatly wrapped gift box, his expression sour and tired.
Chi Ye clicked his tongue, nudging his cheek with his tongue.
He rolled the car forward, cutting off Li Cang’s path, and lowered the window.
The moment Li Cang saw him, his brows pinched together. “How did you know I live here?”
Then realization dawned. “Xu Siran told you, didn’t she?”
He scoffed, turned to leave, then suddenly stopped and glared over his shoulder. “Don’t you dare follow me!”
Chi Ye got out of the car, calling from a short distance, “Eaten yet? Let me take you to Yumen Road for dinner.”
“Not hungry!” Li Cang snapped. “Just get lost!”
He was bristling with irritation. Chi Ye could see it clearly. So for once, he didn’t push.
Ten minutes later, Li Cang’s apartment door beeped open as someone keyed in the password.
“Cang’er!” Fan Yuanju called loudly as he strode in, all smiles. “You’ll never guess who I ran into downstairs!”
“Your mother,” Li Cang muttered, fresh out of the shower, towel slung around his neck.
Chi Ye followed Fan Yuanju inside, smiling like a cat that had just been caught on the counter. “Hope I’m not intruding.”