As You Wish

Qin Shifeng turned his head, his expression light and breezy, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “My parents. Today marks the twentieth year I’ve remembered them.”

Qin Shifeng was ten years old when his parents died in a car accident.

After that, he had no parents, no relatives who cared for him—only a pack of uncles watching him like wolves.

At twenty-five, he reclaimed the Qin Group his father had left him, with the swift force of a thunderbolt.

He never wore his emotions on his sleeve.

One moment he could be laughing and chatting, and the next, all expression would vanish from his eyes.

He buried his thoughts beneath a veneer of gentleness, never daring to show even a hint.

He had grown used to using this modesty as camouflage, quietly observing the people and events around him, seeing through everyone’s motives and interests with crystal clarity.

He never spoke lightly; every word, every move was calculated, every step under his control.

He never did anything without purpose.

These were the compulsory lessons Qin Shifeng had learned in childhood.

Master them, and he could survive.

Fail, and he didn’t know if he would make it.

At that moment, Su Nanxing could empathize with Qin Shifeng.

In a sense, the two of them were very similar.

Su Nanxing didn’t know why Qin Shifeng was telling him all this.

Today, Qin Shifeng was sad and lonely.

Su Nanxing simply stood quietly with him for a long time.

Qin Shifeng let out a light sigh. “Still no stars tonight… In the capital, I feel like I’ve never seen stars.”

Su Nanxing wanted to tell him that there was a place where stars could be seen, and if he had the chance, he could take him there.

But such words were not suitable to say.

Qin Shifeng poured himself a glass of wine, already back to his usual refined and gentle demeanor. “Thank you for today. In twenty years, on this terrible day, this is the first time someone has been with me.”

Su Nanxing raised his glass. “President Qin, you’re too kind. Thank you for considering me a friend.”

Qin Shifeng raised an eyebrow. “Mm, friend is good too. By the way, how are you and Yanzhou doing lately?”

Su Nanxing’s eyelashes lowered, hiding the emotions in his eyes. “Mm, we’re fine.”

Su Nanxing thought he had hidden his feelings well, but Qin Shifeng saw his disappointment clearly.

Qin Shifeng knew all too well the complexity of Gu Yanzhou’s family background—it was far from simple as outsiders saw.

It forced Gu Yanzhou to be proper and restrained, to consider the bigger picture, and to have no weaknesses.

“Nanxing, if you want to see him, you can tell him.”

Qin Shifeng couldn’t help but say it.

After leaving the night banquet venue, Qin Shifeng had his driver take Su Nanxing home first.

Lying in bed, Su Nanxing’s mind replayed Qin Shifeng’s words: “Tell him! Tell him!”

In the few months since arriving in the capital, it had always been him waiting for Gu Yanzhou to summon him.

If Gu Yanzhou didn’t say he wanted to see him, Su Nanxing had never taken the initiative to go to Yanshan Residence.

Su Nanxing turned over, took out his phone, and sent Gu Yanzhou a message: [I miss you.]

Gu Yanzhou replied with a simple: [Be good!]

Su Nanxing thought for a moment and sent another message: [Are you busy lately?]

He waited all night but received no reply.

He kept waiting until the early winter of the capital arrived, still without a reply.

In truth, Su Nanxing missed Jiangcheng.

At least back then, Gu Yanzhou would call or message him every few days.

But here in the capital, he would occasionally receive various project resources sent by A-Kai.

The next time Su Nanxing saw Gu Yanzhou was in a recorded program on an international financial channel.

On screen, Gu Yanzhou responded calmly, his words steady and assured.

Every sentence carried the ease of a top power holder, his aura restrained yet overwhelmingly imposing.

Su Nanxing stared at that handsome face on the car’s TV screen, and suddenly he gave the taxi driver the name of a villa complex near Yanshan Residence.

He got out of the car and walked a stretch before reaching the outer wall of Yanshan Residence.

The gate outside the wall didn’t recognize his face.

The black-suited guard inside was startled when he saw Su Nanxing, then opened the door for him.

Outside the long corridor of Yanshan Residence, A-Kai’s expression was very interesting when he saw Su Nanxing.

He spoke seriously, “President Su, please wait a moment.”

Su Nanxing nodded.

He waited, including the walk from the outer wall, a full thirty minutes in total.

He had just come from a dinner party where he’d had alcohol.

His body, originally warm from the drink, now shivered from the cold wind.

A-Kai went in and never came out again.

Instead, Uncle Xu came to greet him, hunched over, carrying a warm blanket. “Young Master Su, please come in quickly.”

Uncle Xu led him through the entire corridor and entered the second-floor study from the garden side door.

Uncle Xu opened the study door. “Young Master Su, the eldest young master will be here shortly. Please wait here. If you need anything, feel free to tell the servants.”

Su Nanxing glanced at the servant standing at the study door, nodded, and went in.

The study door closed.

The study had heating.

Su Nanxing casually draped the blanket over the sofa, took off his overcoat, and sat down to wait for Gu Yanzhou.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, Su Nanxing soon felt drowsy.

When Gu Yanzhou entered, Su Nanxing was leaning back on the sofa, asleep.

His slightly loosened shirt collar revealed a pale neck.

His vest neatly cinched his waist, showing a slender line.

His long legs extended naturally, straight and well-proportioned.

Gu Yanzhou’s burning gaze fell on that perfectly wrapped, alluring waistline.

It had been two months since he last saw him—too long.

Though Gu Yanzhou was exhausted today, his physical longing was still intense.

The sudden warmth on his waist startled Su Nanxing awake.

He opened his eyes and met Gu Yanzhou’s gaze—the man was wearing a black silk robe, its collar loose, his forehead hair slightly damp, languid yet restrained, but his eyes held undisguised desire.

Gu Yanzhou leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth, his low voice very sexy. “Tired?”

Su Nanxing hooked his arms around his neck and returned the kiss, telling him he wasn’t tired.

Receiving the response, Gu Yanzhou stormed in like lightning, conquest and plunder.

Soon, Su Nanxing was no longer bound by any fabric.

When Gu Yanzhou wore a robe, he was always bare beneath.

Just as Su Nanxing was thoroughly ignited, he was lifted and made to kneel on the sofa.

Gu Yanzhou looked up at him, his gaze scorching. “Sit on top.”

Su Nanxing looked at Gu Yanzhou like a child begging for candy, but Gu Yanzhou told him: if you want it, come get it yourself.

… …

Gu Yanzhou lay on the bed, holding Su Nanxing in his arms, his large hand resting on his waist.

He knew it—this waist would be deadly when it moved.

Su Nanxing turned around and looked up at Gu Yanzhou. “Was I good today?”

Gu Yanzhou gently pinched his waist. “Very good, very well-behaved.”

Su Nanxing lowered his eyes.

He had been asking about coming to Yanshan Residence on his own today, but obviously Gu Yanzhou was talking about something else.

Gu Yanzhou keenly sensed Su Nanxing’s unusual mood.

He spoke softly, “What’s wrong? Not happy?”

Su Nanxing never liked hiding his emotions in front of Gu Yanzhou, but this time he chose silence.

He didn’t want to ruin this rare moment of tenderness, because he didn’t know when he would next come to Yanshan Residence.

He hid the emotion in his eyes, his gaze flickering slightly. “If I’m not happy, how would you coax me?”

Gu Yanzhou chuckled softly, not suspecting anything. “Tell me, what would make you happy?”

Su Nanxing leaned close to his ear. “Tonight is already very happy.”

“Alright, then as you wish, let’s make you even happier.”