That Man Is a Little Wild - Chapter 2

When Li Cang lifted his head, he saw the man from earlier still there, leaning casually against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers, posture relaxed and unhurried.

Li Cang narrowed his eyes slightly.

He had a thing for men who smoked.

In his eyes, the most attractive part of a man wasn’t his abs or the way he loosened his tie or rolled up his sleeves, it was the way he smoked.

The way long, slender fingers held the cigarette, brought it to the lips, drew in, and exhaled a slow stream of smoke each breath carrying a low, lingering sound.

A sound that reminded him a little too much of certain moments.

Every motion that man made as he smoked hit precisely where Li Cang’s fascination lay. He gave a silent shake of his head.

A shame, really. After today, he’d sworn never to flirt with anyone he met at a temple again.

He glanced at his phone, sent off a message, and walked toward the main gate, stepping on the old stone path. It was already late afternoon, and he hadn’t figured out how to kill the evening yet.

His flight wasn’t until the next day at noon, and he definitely wasn’t planning to spend the next twenty hours cooped up in a hotel room.

After grabbing a simple dinner, he returned to find that Hu Haoxuan hadn’t checked out yet. The man was still in the lobby, laptop open on his knees.

Li Cang had no interest in seeing him again. He went straight back to his room, showered, sprayed on some cologne, and headed downstairs.

Not being local, he didn’t speak the dialect, so he asked a hotel staff member to help him call a car to the biggest bar in town.

The staff pointed toward the entrance. “The biggest one would be Golden Cup Bar. Another guest just asked to go there, it’s right outside, probably hasn’t left yet.”

Li Cang wasn’t fond of sharing rides with strangers, so he smiled politely, thanked the staff, and walked out through the revolving glass doors.

To his surprise, he recognized the man waiting by the entrance.

“You?”

It was the same guy who’d been eavesdropping below the temple wall that afternoon.

Chi Ye looked slightly surprised to be recognized. He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah.”

“You’re heading to Golden Cup too?” Li Cang asked.

Chi Ye gave a quiet laugh. “How’d you know?”

Li Cang pointed toward the hotel. “The staff said so. Told me a handsome guy at the door was going there too, and that I should hurry up and catch him.”

Chi Ye chuckled. Under the night lights, his eyes were dark and bright, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips adding a dangerous kind of charm.

Li Cang couldn’t help sighing inwardly again. What a waste.

The car rolled up, and Chi Ye nodded toward it, lifting his chin slightly. “Get in.”

Local plates.

Li Cang looked up at him again. He didn’t look like someone from this region people here tended to be shorter and slighter, while Chi Ye was tall, broad-shouldered, and built like a northerner.

Li Cang opened the rear door and slid into the backseat. The car was spacious.

He pressed down on the seat a bit, lips curling into a teasing smile. “Nice car. Perfect size for some… backseat fun.”

Chi Ye started the engine, expression unreadable. He glanced at Li Cang through the rearview mirror, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. “Haven’t tried that before. Want to give it a go?”

Li Cang blinked. “…”

Well. If he’d had any doubts about the man’s orientation, that confirmed it one hundred percent.

When they arrived at the Golden Cup, Chi Ye tossed his keys to the valet and turned his head slightly. “What time are you heading back tonight?”

Li Cang raised an eyebrow. “Depends.”

Which, loosely translated, meant: If I meet someone interesting, I might not be heading back at all.

Chi Ye caught his meaning, his lips curling again. He said nothing and walked inside.

At the bar, Li Cang ordered a drink and sent it over to Chi Ye, then found a booth for himself. He scrolled through his phone, sipping his drink. By the time he finished his fifth glass, the buttons on his shirt had come undone halfway, and he slipped into the crowd on the dance floor, letting the night take over.