Second-Generation Heir x Illegitimate Son 23

This was probably the most humiliating birthday Yan Zhou had ever had in his life. He was clearly supposed to be the main character of this banquet, but it was all ruined by Yan Qin!

Everyone at the banquet was smiling, and some were whispering in low voices. Yan Zhou felt that they must be mocking him. That unpresentable illegitimate son he used to bully had now achieved success, and he was far from being able to compare.

How could Yan Zhou not know his own worth? But it was precisely his inferiority complex that created his arrogance. What right did that lowly bastard have?

And what truly panicked Yan Zhou was his father's attitude. That illegitimate son must have come back to fight him for the family property. No, he would absolutely not allow it!

He was in a bad mood, so he could only force a smile to deal with those who wanted to come up and talk to him, making his mood increasingly irritable.

President Yan had long since come out of the study. Beaming with smiles, he led Yan Zhou around the banquet, introducing him to people in their circle.

Because Yan Qin had been missing from Jingzhou for six long years, combined with the fact that he hadn't been very well-known in the circle previously—he was just a nobody occasionally used as a laughingstock—there were many people who didn't know his identity, though some were indeed in the know.

"President Yan, congratulations, congratulations. It's truly a case of a tiger father not begetting a dog son. The eldest young master is a man of striking appearance, and the youngest young master's future is limitless."

"You flatter me, you flatter me."

Even though President Yan said this, his smile wasn't modest at all. He was clearly riding high on success.

Yan Zhou, standing to the side with a twisted expression, clenched his fists tightly. This was simply throwing his pride onto the ground and viciously trampling on it.

A sneer came from not far away, clearly finding their conversation extremely ridiculous.

President Yan looked toward the source of the sound. Seeing the incredibly gorgeous young man leaning against the railing, he couldn't help but frown.

He thought Lin Sui was going to spill everything about their past transaction, but unexpectedly, Lin Sui only looked at him with an indiscernible meaning for a moment before withdrawing his gaze.

President Yan treated the brief interlude as if it had never happened and continued to laugh and talk cheerfully with others.

The sudden silence of the banquet made the atmosphere abrupt for a moment. Everyone's gaze unconsciously followed those around them toward the entrance.

The young man standing at the door wore a crisp suit, the light casting a long shadow on the ground.

He was tall, about 1.93 meters, and stood out prominently in both height and temperament.

"I heard it is your esteemed son's birthday today, so I came specifically to celebrate. I just came in a hurry and didn't have time to bring a gift. I offer my blessings to express my regards, and I hope President Yan won't take offense."

His face revealed just the right amount of apology, as if that were really the case.

"You must have come right after the interview, right? We are all family here, what's there to take offense at? Gifts aren't important; your thoughtful gesture is enough."

President Yan put on a joyful appearance. Seeing the young man maintain a tacit acceptance of the word 'family', the smile on his face deepened.

Yan Zhou stared gloomily at the newcomer, doing his utmost to suppress his anger. He had specially invited reporters for this birthday banquet, and Miss Dong, whom he was currently pursuing, was also present. He couldn't lose his composure too much and let others see him as a joke.

But while he thought he was hiding it well, everyone around could clearly see his resentful expression.

Lin Sui swirled the pale golden liquor in his glass and smiled. "This trip wasn't made in vain. The spectacle is quite nice."

Song Yunqing looked at the man's upward gaze and couldn't help but frown.

From the moment Yan Qin entered the banquet hall, his eyes and heart were filled with only one person.

The young master was wearing a smoke-gray suit today. The waist-cinching design fully displayed his good figure; just leaning there, he was scenery of his own.

Unlike his casual laziness in the bedroom, in this kind of setting, he carried a bright, aggressive charm. Because of this, the people standing next to him appeared particularly like an eyesore.

Yan Qin greeted his nominal father with disgust in his heart, yet on the surface, he was impeccable, politely conversing with the people who came up to chat.

The shift in status was undoubtedly very obvious. Those who used to despise and insult him were now fawning and attentive, acting as if they had been on such good terms in the past. Yan Qin didn't care about any of this; all he thought about in his heart was how Lin Sui would see it.

Would he be surprised by his transformation? Would he be interested in it? Would he look at him differently?

Quickly dealing with those people, Yan Qin walked up the stairs. His mood was exactly the same as back then—all for the sake of reaching his master's side to get an answer.

Three steps, two steps, one step, he arrived by Lin Sui's side.

The young master who had always looked down at him in his memory now needed to look up to meet his gaze. As he raised his head, the continuous line from his jaw to his neck was exposed to Yan Qin's eyes, stirring up a desire in him to touch it.

Just like every moment of voyeurism, the mesmerizing scenery seen through the 'eyes'.

He wanted to measure every inch of his body's curves with his palms, gather that crescent moon into his hands, and trap that cyan butterfly in his palm.

"Young Master."

He still called him that, as if it were still six years ago and he was still by his side.

What kind of reaction would Lin Sui have? Yan Qin couldn't help but look forward to it. Whether it was a smile or a furious scolding, he was prepared to receive it. He even felt his fingers trembling slightly involuntarily from suppressing his excitement at this moment.

The young man in front of him stroked his face. The touch of skin pressed together brought by those pale fingertips was soft and tender. He touched from his forehead down to his jaw, his expression very indifferent.

"You've grown quite a bit."

He said this.

Then he took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his fingers bit by bit.

His fingers were slender and as beautiful as jade. His movements were elegant, but they could not hide the disgust within them.

It was as if the person in front of him wasn't today's highly sought-after new business magnate, but rather the illegitimate son from six years ago who was left to be bullied by others at the racecourse.

"Let's go. We're done watching the spectacle."

After Lin Sui finished wiping his hands, he casually threw the handkerchief onto the floor. It was as if the man in front of him was just air, unable to stir even the slightest ripple within him.

Song Yunqing looked at Yan Qin somewhat warily. Seeing that he didn't seem likely to act out, he followed behind Lin Sui and left the banquet.

Yan Qin silently watched his departing back, a dark hue floating in his pitch-black eyes. He wasn't angry; if it weren't for the inappropriate setting, he might have even chuckled aloud.

Lin Sui hadn't changed at all. No matter how he changed, in Lin Sui's eyes, he still seemed to be that pathetic, lowly dog, as insignificant as dust.

His heartbeat lost its rhythm, and the palpitations sent a tingling, aching sensation surging up in continuous threads.

The night Lin Sui got drunk, he had also said the exact same words, but with a completely different, decadent and alluring demeanor.

Those eyes, which always carried a contempt for all things in the mortal world, were brimming with moisture. He leaned against him like a soft, powerless, and overwhelmed beautiful snake. The flicking tongue carried no threatening venom; instead, it became a plaything, wantonly toyed with by others.

He was arrogant and detestable, yet it only made people want to pluck and humiliate him even more, to see him lower his head in obedience.

Because Yan Qin was facing away from the downstairs area, and there was no one else in that spot just now, that scene had not been witnessed by anyone else.

Someone came upstairs wanting to continue chatting, but was startled by the spine-tingling, hair-raising darkness revealed in those eyes. Feeling doubtful and alarmed, they hurriedly left.

When Lin Sui arrived, he took Song Yunqing's car, so naturally, he was taken back by Song Yunqing as well.

Before Lin Sui even got out of the car, he saw Yu Xiang running closer.

Yu Xiang was dressed refreshingly, his chestnut hair carrying the colors of summer.

He looked at Lin Sui in front of the car with a face full of excitement. Just as he was about to greet him, his mood changed again, and he stopped a few steps away, somewhat cautiously and hesitantly. His eyes were like those of a pitiful, abandoned puppy.

"Brother Lin, you haven't replied to my messages for several days. Whenever I come looking for you, you're not around. Do you want to go watch the car racing tonight? I have infield tickets. Let's go together, alright?"

Yu Xiang took out the admission tickets hidden behind his back and presented them to Lin Sui like offering a treasure.

"Tonight features that racer you favor quite a bit, as well as his rival. The race will definitely be exciting."

Afraid that Lin Sui would refuse, Yu Xiang hurriedly added.

"My brother is my brother, and I am me. I won't be like him. Brother Lin, please don't ignore me, okay?"

Yu Xiang was the younger brother of Lin Min's ex-boyfriend, Yu Hui. Yu Hui was photographed riding in the same car as a beauty, but that night he had told Lin Min he was at a business dinner. Lin Min couldn't tolerate being cuckolded, so they had already broken up.

Lin Sui looked at the tickets in his hand and nodded with quite some interest.

"Alright, take my car."

Lin Sui asked Xiao Chen to drive the car out. Having received his reply, Yu Xiang appeared extremely delighted.

At this moment, the window of the other car parked in place slowly rolled down, revealing Song Yunqing's face.

"That sounds very interesting. Ah Sui, bring me along too?"

For Song Yunqing, getting a ticket to a car race was still a piece of cake.

Yu Xiang looked at Song Yunqing somewhat displeased, but because he was Lin Sui's friend, he just frowned and said nothing.

Lin Sui nodded indifferently and got into the back seat of the car. Yu Xiang hurriedly followed.

Just as Yu Xiang wanted to say something else, he found the car door on the other side being opened, and Song Yunqing sat inside.

Yu Xiang said with a fake smile, "Don't you have your own car? Why squeeze into ours?"

Song Yunqing smiled cheerfully, "I just felt this was more convenient, right, Ah Sui?"

Yu Xiang looked at him coldly and said, "It wouldn't hurt for your car to follow behind either."

"My new driver just started and isn't very familiar with the roads yet."

Lin Sui watched the argument on his left and right and furrowed his brows.

With a slight movement of his expression, the people beside him fell silent.

Just as Yu Xiang had said, tonight's car race was truly exciting.

Lin Sui had always been very interested in this kind of extreme sport. Of course, it wasn't the kind of interest where he wanted to participate personally. He had always cherished his life and wouldn't put himself in unnecessary danger.

He preferred the stimulating excitement this sport could bring to people, as well as the enormous potential profits hidden behind it. For the same reason, he also appreciated boxing—the special aesthetics of danger.

The racer Lin Sui favored performed outstandingly this time as well, leaving the second place behind with extremely beautiful cornering techniques. Upon reaching the finish line, he even pulled off a beautiful 'kiss of death'.

The car body spun three hundred and sixty degrees, its front ending up face-to-face with the front of the car behind it. The cheers of the entire audience nearly pierced people's eardrums.

Lin Sui loosened his tie and issued an order to increase the reward to the racing manager walking over.

He was never stingy with rewards for things he liked. Song Yunqing looked at Lin Sui's slightly flushed face and handed over a handkerchief for him to wipe the thin sweat from his forehead. Lin Sui shook his head, smiled, and left this noisy place.

Yu Xiang snorted with a laugh, "Someone sure loves to curry favor."

"It's still better than some people who don't even have the qualifications to curry favor."

Song Yunqing slowly folded the handkerchief, expressing his contempt with a gentle tone.

Song Yunqing had been by Lin Sui's side long enough. He was confident that Lin Sui wouldn't take someone who was clearly no longer a child yet still acted so childishly seriously.

The most dangerous one should be that special exception.

Lin Sui had the driver send the two of them to their respective homes before returning to his own home, untying the tie around his neck as he walked into the bedroom.

The adrenaline that surged during the race just now hadn't completely receded, and his face still carried a flush.

The red intrusion signal light had been on from the moment Lin Sui entered the door. Lin Sui stood in front of the 'eyes' on the desk and threw his tie onto it.

His slender, white fingers unbuttoned his shirt. The excitement in his body made his fingertips reveal a faint red hue. Even though he was all alone in the room, the warm-toned halo made the atmosphere increasingly ambiguous and alluring.

Lin Sui stopped after undoing two buttons and grabbed those things in his hand.

Their lines of sight seemed to intersect across the distance. Yan Qin stared at the screen, momentarily thinking in a daze that Lin Sui was making eye contact with him through these lifeless objects.

The perspective flipped into the air and finally returned to darkness.

A few extra items appeared in the previously empty trash can. Yan Qin stared at the pitch blackness and touched the silver chain around his neck.

Xiao Chen had told him about what happened tonight. He was somewhat troubled; there were far too many people around Lin Sui coveting him.

In the villa's bedroom, Lin Sui pulled open the drawer beside his bed.

A silver chain lay quietly inside, covered in a thick layer of dust, dim and lusterless.

"System, want to make a bet?"

The System hesitated: [Bet on what?]

"Bet on whether he will come looking for me tonight."

[I won't bet with you.]

The System had already gotten a bit smarter. It knew that if Lin Sui said this, Yan Qin was most likely going to come.

Lin Sui said with waning interest, "You're becoming less and less fun to play with."

The System remained silent. This world was already beyond saving. Lin Sui's personality was too elusive to grasp. It had thought that since Lin Sui was stringing Yan Qin along so much, their reunion would be like heavenly thunder sparking earthly fire. Yet, surprisingly, Lin Sui was still properly playing his character setting, giving it no opportunity to issue punishments.

Lin Sui stood by the window, watching the shadows of the trees swaying in the wind on the ground. He didn't go to the bathroom; instead, he sat by the desk, waiting for the impending visitor.

In this quietness, the System still couldn't resist asking: [Why are you so certain he will definitely come?]

"He still owes me an explanation."

More importantly, this explanation was a perfect excuse—a perfect excuse used for them to meet.

The intercom in the room rang, and a servant said that a gentleman surnamed Yan had come to visit.

"Let him come up."

Lin Sui played with the decorative glass rabbit at hand. This was an ornament Lin Min had brought back for him from a previous trip. The glass was similar to a mirror and could reflect the scenery in front of it.

The door opened and closed. Shoes stepped onto the carpet, muting the sound of footsteps in utter silence.

"Young Master, I'm back."

The man's voice was deep and slightly hoarse. He lowered his head to show submission.

The necklace around his neck slid slightly with his movements, like a slender silver snake coiling around his neck.

Lin Sui reached out a finger and hooked that silver chain out from under Yan Qin's clothes.

The thin chain still carried Yan Qin's body heat, and the character 'Sui' on the pendant reflected a lustrous glow under the light.

"A dog that ran away—what right do you have to wear this?"

Lin Sui's tone was slightly cold. Yan Qin's pupils contracted, and just as he wanted to protect the necklace, the master who had gifted him this item pulled it apart without hesitation.

The strangulation mark stained Yan Qin's neck with a thin red line. The broken silver chain was held in Lin Sui's hand and then discarded onto the floor, like an object that no longer needed to exist.

"You can scram now. There is no need for you to appear in front of me again."

Lin Sui stroked the mirrored rabbit, seeming unwilling to spare him even a single glance.

Yan Qin stared heavily at this broken piece of jewelry, picked it up from the ground, and looked at the young man sitting in the chair.

To an arrogant and cold god, what did a humble believer count for?

He personally tied this bond for him, and then broke this bond again. The physical restraint on his neck was released, but the brand etched into his soul remained without a cure.

It was Lin Sui who tempted him first. He took him away, teased him, belittled him, and then kissed him, to the point where Yan Qin wanted to be tamed by him, yet also wanted to completely conquer him.

"You're looking at me with that kind of gaze?" Lin Sui narrowed his eyes and sneered, "You want to touch me?"

"Just an unpresentable illegitimate son. Do you think that now that you've turned your life around, you can indulge in wishful thinking? You even want to bite the hand that fed you?"

Lin Sui spoke with cold eyes, an inconspicuous smile hidden beneath the malice, blurry and indistinct.

Yan Qin wasn't angry; instead, he revealed an extremely faint smile.

"How could I?"

The situation suddenly reversed. Lin Sui was picked up and thrown onto the bed. The mirrored rabbit fell onto the carpet, rolled twice with a clatter, and stopped in the corner.

"It's just to express my gratitude. After all, Young Master Lin was so generous to take out 150 million to buy someone he looked down upon. Naturally, I must repay this kindness properly."

The man's voice was brimming with a smile. The young man's struggling movements were suppressed, and his hands were bound above his head. The broken silver chain acted like an extremely sturdy thread, wrapped around and tied into a knot.

The pendant swayed with the movement of his wrists. The young man looked like a doll in a display window with a self-introduction tag waiting to be sold, presenting an extreme contrast.

The man had never been a docile domestic dog, but a wolf harboring malicious intentions. Facing the owner who wanted to completely abandon him, he bared his fangs.

What did his owner feed him with? Exquisite food, a warm shelter, a beautiful skin, and a soul that exuded fragrance yet was filled with lethal poison.

The last ingredient of nourishment was unique. It caused the dormant ambition to swell, making his greedy aspirations hard to hide.

"Is this how you repay me?"

The soft, close-fitting shirt was wrinkled in his resistance, and the young man's hair was ruffled into a mess. He stared coldly, with a bit of hostility, at the man embracing him.

He was covered under the shadow of the tall physique. Yan Qin's hands gripping his wrists were like solid rocks, difficult to shake.

"Naturally, there's more."

Yan Qin's eyes and brows were gentle, not holding back in expressing his gratitude to Lin Sui.

Lin Sui's thigh was being pressed against. His eyes widened slightly as he said through gritted teeth, "You lowly thing."

The sudden throbbing sensation seemed to silently confirm the correctness of Lin Sui's words.

The rabbit in the corner silently reflected the layout of the room, the lighting cut by the sharp edges, and those slender wrists bound by the silver necklace.

The pendant hung between his hands, gleaming with a soft light.

A knock on the door suddenly rang out at this moment, drawing the attention of the people inside the room towards the door.

"Ah Sui, is it convenient to open the door?"

Outside the door was Song Yunqing. Through the door panel, his voice sounded a bit muffled.

"If there's anything, just say it from there. I'm listening."

Lin Sui bent his leg, pressing it against Yan Qin's abdomen. He gave Yan Qin a warning glance, his brows furrowing slightly unconsciously.

"I went to ask around just now. Yan Qin's current strength cannot be underestimated. Back then, you... Be careful that he might take revenge on you."

This was the reason Song Yunqing came over again. He remembered that rainy day a few years ago when Yan Qin, still a teenager, looked at him with a gaze that seemed to declare his sovereignty. His heart felt uneasy. He vaguely referenced Lin Sui's past actions and offered a reminder.

"He's just a dog I used to own. What is there to fear?"

Separated only by a wall, the young man imprisoned in his arms looked down disdainfully at the man trapping him and spat out these cold and arrogant words.

Well done, good dog.