"So, are you going to tell me what happened in there?" Yan followed memory Guo zhen as he walked into a guest room to drop his precious cargo, the guest Guo zhen not far behind.
"You didn't see?"
"No silly, I was looking for you, missed all the show."
"How did you end up with a bloody knife?"
Guo zhen watched as his memory self kept staring at Lu zhihao on the bed, wanting to raise his hand up to brush away the hair on his face, then an alert of a text appeared on his phone.
Guo zhen looked away from the bed, trying to avoid looking at them. "Long story short, after the successful gallery opening…"
Yan cut him off, "Successful? That is high praise coming from you."
Guo zhen rolled his eyes at Yans observation. "Give credit where it's due, Li Wei is a pretty decent artist."
"Hmm, I'm sure Fei bao would appreciate his paintings very much then." Yan thought mischievously.
"What do you mean?"
A snicker escaped from Yan, then he coughed to cover it up. "Nothing at all, please continue."
Before Guo zhen can say another sentence, a phone rings. They had both forgotten two other people were in the room with them.
Memory Guo zhen picks up the call…
" I've seen Rans message, it was quite genius of you to use Southside region as the meeting ground."
A few words is said on the other side of the phone.
Guo zhen looks at the person on the bed, a look of frustration crosses his face briefly. " I'll be there in an hour to make preparations, make sure you stay in the north."
"Do not come here!"
Without waiting for the other person's response, Guo zhen ends the call and rubs the bridge of his nose to relieve the tension. Fang Rui always had a way of riling him up, wanting to enter such a dangerous situation.
If something happened to him, who was he doing all this for. No, he absolutely couldn't come.
He then lifts the duvet to cover the person on the bed, afraid he'll catch a cold.
"I remember a certain someone leaving his brother to the wind, window left open all through the night."
"Now look, first time meeting and you're trying to turn him to a dumpling, covered so tightly."
Guo zhen looked at Yan and the impulse to smack him on the head crossed his mind.
Restrain, he needed to practice restrain.
Seeing Guo zhens teeth tightly clenched, not letting a word out, Yan found it immensely amusing and wanted to keep teasing him.
Guo zhen walks two steps to stand behind Yan, then raises his hand to cover his mouth, chest pressed together. "If you don't talk, no one will think you're mute."
The next thing he feels is the person who is almost in his arms begin to tremble in laughter. A hand comes up to hold the hand he has placed on Yans mouth to stop him from talking in place, then suddenly, he feels the pressure of teeth on his inner palm.
Su Yansheng… had tried to bite.. him.
Guo zhen immediately let's go, jumping backwards like he had just been electrocuted.
'Had he felt tongue?' Guo zhen used his other hand to feel the inside of his palm all the while staring at Su Yansheng like he had grown an extra head.
Yan bursts into laughter, doubled over, watching Guo zhens reaction.
"You can't just do that." It feels like the pressure is still there, like Yan is still trying to bite into his palm, and now that he thinks about it, he had felt soft lips as well…
"And you can't.. can't just grab… people from behind." Yan keeps laughing, resting on an armchair to keep his balance.
"You…"
"Me what.." Yan has stopped laughing at this point but there is a spark in his eyes, like he's drawing all the light into him, like a blackhole.
Guo zhen realizes that he likes it.
During their fiasco, memory Guo zhen had gone to get a first aid kit from the bedside drawer and was attending to Lu Zhihaos cut on his hand.
Lu zhihao only stirred a little during the whole thing, completely passed out, and when he was finally done bandaging the cut, another call came in.
To not disturb the person on the bed, Guo zhen stepped out of the room to lock the call.
"On a more serious note though, what exactly happened at the banquet and what are you saying outside?"
Hmmmm. Guo zhen takes a deep breath to center himself. He would file away his reaction to this particular episode for later analysation, but for now..
"Li Wei tried to frame me for hurting him, saying he might never be able to paint again and Old Li said that the only way I can enter the Li family registry is if I change my name."
Guo zhen said this almost apathetically, as if it wasn't him all this had happened to.
A contemplative look crosses Yans face. "And how did you handle it?"
"Old Li, I told to shove the registry into his face and eat it."
A gasp.. "no you didn't," a small smile appears on Yans face at Guo zhen words.
Guo zhen smiled as well, watching Yan, "no i didn't," he shook his head.
"Not exactly."
"And Li Wei?"
"Him? I didn't bother to handle, simply said it wasn't me, and walked out of the hall."
"Not before Li xui raised a glass towards me upon my leaving though. A look of silent glee on her face."
The door to the room opens back up and Guo zhen steps inside.
He takes one last look at the person on the bed, picks up the jacket he had taken off when administering the first aid and then walks back out the door.
This time around, Su Yansheng and Guo zhen leave the room with him as well.
"And him, oh, I mean you.."
"What did you do out here?"
"Making plans with my men, they've been arriving here since about two hours ago."
Not exactly understanding what was going on, Yan waited for Guo zhens further explanation.
Turning back to look at Yan, 'apparently he looked cute when he was confused,' Guo zhen continued. " It's time for the meeting with the gang members of the East side region."
"Ohhhhh, the whole peaceful surrender or fight to the death meeting."
Guo zhen chuckled at the description.
"Yeah, that one."
"Oh, so what happened?"
"Do you want me to tell you or do you want to find out?"
"What would you be wearing?"
"What?" Perplexed at the question, Guo zhen stops alongside Yan, watching his memory version wait for his car to be brought to him by the valet.
Father Li, upon the third day of him going back home, had told him to go to the garage to pick any car he liked.
He had picked the 1967 chervolet Camaro, in brown color and pristine condition.
This was one of the only nice things his father had ever done for him. He didn't exactly want to count, how embarrassing.
Sadly he hadn't gotten to drive it for very long.
"You know… is it going to be a suit again or something more.. revealing?" Yan looked at Guo zhen, asking expectantly.
The melancholy Guo zhen had found himself in earlier instantly disappearing.
Moving slightly away from Yan, they had been almost shoulder to shoulder before. 'Was he a pervert?' Guo zhen wondered in his mind.
That slight ache came back to attack Yans
heart, something like an arrow.
'Must be that damned cat that was talking bad about him.' He comforted himself, selectively deciding to ignore the look of incredulity on Guo zhens face.
He just really wanted to see and compare okay…
He really wasn't a pervert.
Hello… can anybody hear me???