That Man Is a Little Wild - Chapter 21

Li Cang woke the next morning with an urgent need to use the bathroom.

Afterward, he took a long shower.

When he came out, wrapped loosely in his robe, he saw Chi Ye in the kitchen. The man was plating breakfast, steaming crab buns, and a small dish of soy sauce and vinegar beside them.

“You’re just in time,” Chi Ye said with an easy smile. “Come eat.”

Li Cang froze mid-motion, towel in hand, and gave him a suspicious look. “You went out early to buy these?”

“Mm. The owner must’ve liked my face, didn’t make me wait long.” Chi Ye handed him a pair of chopsticks. “Go on. Try one.”

Li Cang said nothing.

He took the chopsticks anyway, sat down, and bit into a bun. The savory broth burst against his tongue, spreading warmth through his chest and stomach.

“You heading out later?” Chi Ye asked, sitting beside him with his own portion.

“Yeah,” Li Cang answered vaguely. “How’d you know?”

“You bought a gift,” Chi Ye said, nodding toward the box sitting by the shoe rack.

Li Cang frowned, unwilling to explain.

Chi Ye didn’t press him. “I’ll drive you, then.”

“Don’t treat me like a woman,” Li Cang replied coolly, wiping his mouth before adding, “Finish eating and get going.”

Chi Ye pressed his tongue to his cheek, hiding a smirk. He thought to himself that tonight, he’d make sure to remind Li Cang exactly who he belonged to, since every morning, the man seemed to forget.

After breakfast, Li Cang changed into a light-colored suit, crisp, elegant, and perfectly in line with his restrained temperament. He picked up the gift box and headed for the door. Chi Ye followed without invitation.

They went downstairs together. In the parking garage, Li Cang walked toward his car, and Chi Ye followed, giving the vehicle a once-over.

Li Cang had bought it two years ago, though he rarely drove. He preferred taking cabs, too lazy to deal with parking tickets, which his friend Fan Yuanju often ended up paying for. Eventually, he stopped driving altogether, and now the car sat under a fine layer of dust.

As he unlocked the door, Li Cang suddenly remembered what he’d forgotten yesterday: he hadn’t taken it to be washed.

Seeing the frown forming between his brows, Chi Ye chuckled. “So your car, or mine?”

Li Cang gave him a side glance, clearly irritated. “I’ll take a cab.”

But Chi Ye caught him by the wrist, pulled him over, and all but pushed him into the passenger seat. He buckled the seatbelt for him, then leaned close to murmur against his lips, “Keep that scowl up, and I’ll make good on it right here.”

Li Cang frowned sharply. “Don’t touch me.”

Chi Ye kissed him again, laughter rumbling in his throat, too low, smooth, and infuriatingly confident. “Why not? There isn’t a part of you I haven’t already kissed.”

The reminder made Li Cang’s skin prickle. He glared at Chi Ye, but it carried no real threat.

“Where to?” Chi Ye asked, voice still lazy.

“Famous Road,” Li Cang said, turning away, his cheek faintly warm.

“Liu Zhongqiao,” Chi Ye said, starting the car. “Who’s that to you?”

Li Cang’s expression went cold. “My mother’s new husband.”

Chi Ye reached over and pinched his cheek lightly. “That’s why you’re upset?”

“Hands off,” Li Cang said flatly.

Chi Ye shut the door with a grin, clearly in high spirits.

“What are you so happy about?” Li Cang asked, watching him start the car.

“At least you’re not upset because of me,” Chi Ye said, flashing him a look.

Li Cang fell silent, jaw tightening, but couldn’t quite find a resort.