Because of this episode, the crowd that hadn't left the private room entrance yet was quiet for a long time. A few investors and well-known celebrities sensed the situation wasn't good and didn't want to cause trouble, so they hurriedly left. Only some behind-the-scenes staff stayed put to watch the excitement, waiting to see if there would be any follow-up.

The target investor who was originally going to be sent Su Duan to curry favor was one of the people who left. As he walked past the agent, he glared at him with an unpleasant expression, making the agent's heart secretly bitter.

But their tricks were really not aboveboard. The rules of the entertainment industry have always been that no matter how nasty things are in private, on the surface you still have to pretend to be clean. So he couldn't explain this matter to the investor in public, and could only watch with a worried face as this investor who seemed to hold a grudge against them also left with a cold face.

Refusing and then sending a small gift could be said to be tactful, but when this small gift was lightly taken away by someone else, especially when that person was a character they couldn't afford to offend, it was hard to avoid feeling like their dignity had been trampled.

That character he couldn't afford to offend naturally couldn't be provoked. Before the other party got tired of playing, the little gift that was taken back by the other party couldn't be touched either. So he could only vent his pent-up anger on the person who didn't do a good job.

......

After the two walked away, the director frowned and came up, "What exactly happened?"

Originally, the matter of Xie Zhu finding someone to replace him had a strange feeling. Just now, the agent's reaction of pulling Su Duan with a black face was too urgent.

Although he had mixed feelings about the blatant "unspoken rules" that happened at the dinner table just now, it was clear that not long ago it was still an obedient little stand-in and a serious investor who only did investments and didn't play with little celebrities. How could they start being ambiguous in front of him?

But when the two parties involved were clearly willing, and everyone was an adult, he had no standing to interfere.

Knowing that his and Xie Zhu's original intention to send Su Duan to someone was unkind, although the agent was flustered, he didn't dare tell the truth at this time. He just endured the sharp pain from his arm and complained with a worried face, "Wasn't this Xie Zhu letting me bring him to see the world, now the person is gone, it's not good to explain when I go back."

The director looked at him suspiciously and waved his hand, "Alright, everyone has their own luck, why bother with so much."

After all, he still didn't believe Xie Zhu was so kind-hearted—

Although he didn't support some of the hidden rules in this circle, in the end, no matter what was exchanged, it was all earned by oneself, that's just how realistic it was.

And just now, the agent's demeanor was clearly both shocked and angry, vaguely giving him a feeling of being afraid that Su Duan would really latch onto a big shot.

Didn't you say you wanted to support new people? This doesn't match what was said before.

Moreover, just now, including before in front of him, the attitude of pulling Su Duan around was so rude and casual, which family supports new people like this?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was fishy. The director also felt a little annoyed and casually warned, "Next time think about the consequences before doing things. If that Mr. Yan takes issue, teaching you a lesson is just a matter of him saying a word."

His movie wasn't finished filming yet, and Xie Zhu was the male lead. If something went wrong midway, his loss would be huge.

The arm that was mercilessly pinched just now was getting more and more painful, and cold sweat flowed down from his forehead. Thinking about whether the bone had some problem, the agent said bitterly, "Ah, that's how it is..."

Seeing him always holding his arm, looking like he was severely disabled, the director couldn't help asking one last question, "Is your arm okay?"

The agent didn't dare say there was a problem. Right now he wished he could be as far away from that Mr. Yan as possible.

Just now he was really a bit frightened by that gloomy gaze, carrying extreme coldness. Although it was a human gaze, it made his hair stand on end as if he was targeted by some kind of highly lethal beast.

......

Reaching out to grasp the little hamster's wrist, Yan Shen quickly led the person out of the restaurant.

Everyone who passed by felt the obvious anger emanating from him, and looked over with surprise mixed with a slight fear.

The usually extremely calm President Yan was like a firecracker when he was ill, the kind that could explode at any time. All the emotions and desires in his heart were amplified, and things that normally wouldn't cause him any emotional fluctuations would make him inexplicably excited or furious.

...Let alone now it was his possession that was touched by someone.

Although in actual terms, there had been no communication between him and this black-haired youth to confirm their relationship, relying on some kind of natural intuition that came from who knows where, from the moment that pretty face came into view, he subconsciously felt relaxed and familiar.

He was his.

There seemed to be a faint but clear voice deep in his soul, repeating this sentence over and over in his heart.

So possession became the bottom line.

When he saw the black-haired youth being pulled by that man who popped out from who knows where, this bottom line was undoubtedly touched, and the irritability in his heart instantly became out of control, almost frantically pulling that person's arm away.

Perhaps normally he could endure it and clean up that person afterwards, but now he basically had no self-control to speak of, and just did whatever he wanted to do.

Although the force he used to pull that person's arm away just now wasn't 100%, it was still within the scope of losing control. He had received relevant professional training in combat strength and skills, and there was a high possibility of causing some injuries that required treatment to that person.

Actually, using such a heavy hand in public was very inappropriate and could have a negative impact on his reputation if it got out, inconsistent with his usual image and making people mistakenly think he was a domineering CEO.

But if he was thought of that way, it seemed to be not wrong... Because President Yan, who was usually a model citizen and rarely bullied others, rarely decided to be unreasonable for once this time.

Daring to touch his things... Thinking of the image of that hand rudely pulling the youth's arm, Yan Shen had the urge to break that person's hand inch by inch. Stepping into the elevator, they descended to the underground parking garage where vehicles were stored. The driver stepped forward and opened the rear door of the black Maybach. Mr. Yan decisively supported the young man's back and pushed him into the car.

The black-haired youth behind him remained silent the entire way, quietly allowing himself to be led along. Even when stuffed into the back seat, he didn't resist at all.

The youth's obedient behavior greatly soothed Mr. Yan's irritability. Finally having the black-haired youth within his domain also gave him a sense of security. Just as suddenly as his anger had arrived, the fickle Mr. Yan's heart was quickly filled with delight.

Only when they were seated in the car did he finally release the wrist he had been gripping the whole way.

The black-haired youth sat obediently beside him, hands resting properly on his knees, head slightly tilted as his clear black eyes stared unblinkingly at Mr. Yan.

Although there was no mirror, based on others' reactions, Mr. Yan knew his appearance while angry must have been frightening. Yet the black-haired youth who had been by his side the whole time still showed no hint of fear in his eyes, calmly observing him.

After staring at the little hamster, who was inexplicably bold in certain aspects, for a few seconds, Mr. Yan pursed his lips. Reaching out, he gently touched the youth's cheek with his knuckle.

The spot where his knuckle made contact was warm and soft, possessing an indescribable squishy allure that entangled his fingers, as if tempting him to lean in and take a bite.

His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably. Mr. Yan's eyes darkened slightly. Temporarily moving his hand away, he lowered his gaze to directly meet the youth's pure black eyes and asked in a low voice, "That person just now—" What is your relationship with him?

Although he could quickly find the answers to these questions by having his people investigate, he wanted to hear the youth voluntarily disclose this information himself.

However, before asking, he already had his own speculations.

That person clearly knew Su Duan, otherwise he wouldn't have so accurately grabbed the black-haired youth behind him.

Since the youth was in the entertainment industry, the person accompanying him was likely a manager or assistant.

The director had introduced the black-haired youth as a newcomer. Although Mr. Yan wasn't very familiar with the entertainment industry, he knew an assistant shouldn't treat their employer with such an arrogant attitude. The likelihood of that person being a manager was higher.

But a manager with this kind of attitude was unacceptable. Clearly unprofessional. Treating a newcomer so arrogantly, it was evident his usual character was also questionable.

Perhaps Su Duan had been coaxed into signing a contract with an entertainment company, then neglected and randomly assigned a manager. However, the manager's attitude was perfunctory, showing Su Duan little respect in public, let alone in private.

Even this opportunity to attend a high-profile event was something others had rejected before it was given to him.

What a pitiful little thing.

Fortunately, he had appeared and could take this pitiful little thing back, no longer allowing him to be bullied.

Just like that, before the question left his mouth, the currently unusually active-minded Mr. Yan had already used rigorous logic to imagine a miserable and pitiful background for the black-haired youth before him, one that very much required his protection. He had even begun considering which entertainment company to switch the youth to after kicking out the original manager and company.

It could be said his plans were quite long-term.

However, before he could finish asking, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glaring red mark on the youth's wrist. The half-asked question abruptly ceased in his mouth.

On Su Duan's left wrist, obediently resting on his leg, there was a ring of marks clearly caused by being grabbed.

— It was probably from when he had been dragged along just now.

In fact, the marks weren't that severe. It was just that Su Duan's skin was too fair and his wrists slender, so even slight redness would appear especially striking.

His pupils constricted slightly. Using the gentlest force possible, Mr. Yan lifted that arm and lightly caressed the delicate skin of the forearm above the red marks on the wrist, not daring to touch the reddened area.

"Does it hurt?" he asked in a low voice.

"No..." Su Duan habitually wanted to make a negating sound, but after saying one word, he suddenly seemed to think of something. Pausing, he changed his words, "It... it hurts a little bit..."

He had actually hurt the person.

Even though he had wanted to take him back to protect him—

Realizing he had done something to hurt the black-haired youth, the ill Mr. Yan's mood drastically rose and fell again. An overwhelming sense of guilt hazily welled up from the depths of his heart, rapidly growing until it seemed about to drown him in an instant—

Seeing the man's expression start to change for the worse, Su Duan quickly said the next sentence, "You... you lick it for me, lick it... and it won't hurt anymore..."

Licking was a more intimate form of contact than touching. Perhaps it would have a much better effect in curing the illness.

According to the prop's effect description, he could now be considered a walking medicine. So for the patient, reaching out to touch the medicine versus licking it to taste it in their mouth were two completely different concepts.

Su Duan had been thinking about this in the private room just now. This was the perfect opportunity to test his guess. Little herb very diligently seized this chance!

Hearing the black-haired youth's request to lick him, Mr. Yan suddenly raised his head. The negative emotions brewing in his eyes dispersed, replaced by an indescribable dangerous aura tinged with darkness.

Giving the black-haired youth a deep look, the provoked Mr. Yan said hoarsely, "...Alright, I'll lick."

After speaking, he lifted Su Duan's arm a bit higher while lowering his head.

A wet sensation landed on the slightly uncomfortable wrist. After pausing for a moment, it began tentatively sliding slowly. The originally faint stinging sensation became a bit more noticeable due to the stimulation from saliva. At the same time, the sensitive nerves on the wrist were also stirred, producing a subtle tingling itch.

All sorts of indescribable feelings mixed together, amplified several times over due to the concentration of energy, giving Su Duan the urge to withdraw his hand. His cheeks also uncontrollably flushed with a bit of heat.

Since the boss hadn't ordered it, the driver also didn't start the car.

The car cabin was very quiet, with only the faint sound of a tongue gliding over a wrist, carrying a lingering ambiguous undertone.

Su Duan endured it with a red face for a while. Very soon, he heard the sound he had been anticipating.

[Ding, the healing value for the healing target Yan Shen has increased by 1 point. The current total healing value for the target is 1. Host, please keep up the good work!]

Hearing the familiar notification sound, Su Duan's eyes brightened.

Indeed, compared to touching through clothes, licking seemed to have a better effect.

Just now, when Yan Shen was gripping his wrist for so long, the healing value didn't budge at all. But after just licking for a while, it immediately increased a bit. His guess was indeed correct.

Although it only increased a little, Su Duan understood the common sense that many a little makes a mickle. Licking for a while would increase it a bit, so completely healing Yan Shen didn't seem like an unattainable goal anymore.

With the mindset that licking a bit more might make the healing value increase a bit more, Su Duan lowered his eyes without a word, allowing the man's licking motions on his wrist to develop in an increasingly unrestrained direction. Before long, even his neck quietly turned red.

"Knock knock--"

Just as the atmosphere in the car remained wordless and ambiguous, the car window was suddenly knocked hard by someone from outside.

The man, who was licking with gusto, paused his movements. He put down the wrist that had been licked wet in front of him and reached out to lower the window.

As the car window lowered, a handsome face full of resentment appeared.

"What's going on with you--"

His good friend was very anxious.

He had only stayed in the private room for half a minute longer. When he came out, he couldn't find any trace of his buddy. Upon asking, he was told that the other person had already left with that newbie.

Afraid that the other party would make a scene here, he was anxious to find the person. As a result, after Yan Shen went down, the next elevator didn't know for some reason stopped on the B1 level for a long time. He spent five or six minutes before finally catching up to the underground parking lot.

Seeing that his buddy's car was still parked there safe and sound, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, filled with the resentment of being casually abandoned, he angrily started knocking on the car window.

However, seeing the remnants of ambiguous moisture at the corner of Yan Shen's mouth, the traces of desire in his eyes, and the reddened face and neck of the newbie inside, the second half of his sentence suddenly got stuck in his throat, nearly choking himself to death.

Good friend: "..."

Okay, sorry for the interruption.