PD Chapter 6: A… Kiss?!

Wen Xunchuan, following Wen Zhixu’s request, parked the car in front of a pet shop not far from his place.

Before getting out, Wen Zhixu reminded him uneasily, “Better not drive out tonight.”

Wen Xunchuan sighed helplessly and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll call for a driver when I come back.”

After Wen Zhixu left, Wen Xunchuan started the car and drove off in the opposite direction.

The supermarket was packed on Friday night.

He pushed his shopping cart through the crowd, finally calling out to the person on the other end of the connected line, “Aunt Chen, it’s me, Xunchuan.”

“Oh, Xiao Chuan,” Aunt Chen replied, “At the supermarket again, huh?”

“Yeah.” Wen Xunchuan chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the shelves. “Is there anything we need at home? Rice, oil, or maybe fruits and supplements?”

A soft sigh came from the other side. “Sigh, the fruits you brought last week went bad. Your mom didn’t eat them. Don’t buy anything; it’s a waste of money and spoils food.”

“If Mom doesn’t eat it, you can,” Wen Xunchuan replied nonchalantly with a smile. “How could you just let it go bad?”

“You know how your mom is these days…”

A distant cough echoed from the other side, making him frown. “What’s wrong with Mom?”

“It’s just the season change; she’s been saying her throat’s a bit sore these past few days,” Aunt Chen whispered, lowering her voice. “Let’s stop here; if your mom overhears me talking to you, she’ll get angry again…”

Before hanging up, she reminded him, “The house has everything we need, so don’t waste money.”

Wen Xunchuan looked at the disconnected call and sighed.

It was already past nine by the time he returned home. Not in the mood to cook, he lay on the couch for a bit to clear his head, then got up, took a quick shower, tidied himself up, and headed out.

He knew Wen Zhixu had a habit of eating breakfast and usually kept snacks in the car in case he ran late and needed something to munch on. While waiting at a traffic light, Wen Xunchuan opened the glove compartment on the passenger side and, as expected, found a fresh pack of biscuits. He tore it open and took a few bites to fill his stomach a bit; he didn’t want to drink on an empty stomach and end up with a stomachache.

He arrived at the gay bar Forbidden Color just after eleven, right when it was bustling with people. As he pushed the door open, he saw someone walking toward him from afar.

The boy wore a black choker around his neck, a small diamond earring on his earlobe reflecting bright light in the dim bar, his lips curling up in a greeting, “Hey, Brother Chuan.”

This half-Chinese kid had surprisingly good Mandarin. If Wen Xunchuan remembered right, his Chinese name was quite amusing—Qian Duoduo.

Qian Duoduo naturally looped his arm around Wen Xunchuan’s, leaning in to take a sniff near his neck and complimenting, “Your cologne smells nice.”

Spring had just begun, but the boy didn’t seem to feel the cold, wearing a short white T-shirt that showed off a sliver of his pale, slim waist; he paired it with black skinny pants that outlined his curves provocatively.

“Thanks.” Wen Xunchuan put his arm around Qian Duoduo’s slim waist, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “You look beautiful.”

Qian Duoduo chuckled softly, “Then let me give you the honor of buying a pretty boy a drink tonight.”

“My pleasure.”

Overhead, intersecting lights danced, casting brilliant hues into a raised glass, making the clear liquid shimmer beautifully, and in the eyes of the one holding it, casting a mysterious gleam over his deep gaze.

Wen Xunchuan took a light sip of his drink, feeling the spicy sweetness slide down his throat, his stomach faintly burning. His slender fingers tapped the rim of the glass a few times, knowing he couldn’t drink any more, then leaned over to set it back on the table.

“Brother Chuan, I can’t drink anymore.” Qian Duoduo leaned into Wen Xunchuan’s chest, his chin resting on his shoulder, his dewy almond eyes misted over, whispering sweetly in his ear, “I’m a bit tipsy. Take me home.”

Wen Xunchuan kissed his forehead lightly, whispering a soft “okay,” then wrapped an arm around his waist and picked up his jacket, draping it over him.

Qian Duoduo seemed to savor this gentleness, half-leaning against Wen Xunchuan’s firm chest, his restless hand slipping into the gap between the first two buttons of Wen Xunchuan’s shirt.

Wen Xunchuan raised a hand to press down on his, but his touch was gentle, showing no sign of real rejection. He chuckled, his voice low and husky, “Behave. We’ll play later.”

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a tall figure standing beside them. His gaze traveled up from the ground, landing first on a pair of long, straight legs.

Wen Xunchuan looked up, meeting the furious eyes of He Linzhou.

He Linzhou squinted slightly, looking down at him and the person in his arms.

The moment he saw the two together, his mood had plummeted. Just yesterday, that mixed-race brat nearly messed around with him in the bathroom. And now, here he was, already tangled up with Wen Xunchuan.

When he remembered that the reason he didn’t get what he wanted yesterday was all thanks to Wen Xunchuan, anger flared from his feet to his forehead, feeling as if his eyes were burning as he glared at this shameless couple.

Qian Duoduo straightened, his previously drunk eyes suddenly sober. His expression turned slightly spoiled, his tone pretending to be troubled, “Young Master He, I’m really not interested in you. Why are you so persistent…?”

He Linzhou interrupted coldly, “Move aside.”

Although Qian Duoduo wasn’t big, he had a righteous streak. Instinctively, he stood in front of Wen Xunchuan, slightly raising his head to look at He Linzhou with an unhappy frown, “Are you crazy? Whatever’s between us, talk to me directly. Don’t go barking at others!”

He Linzhou’s sharp gaze moved past him, landing firmly on Wen Xunchuan. Wen Xunchuan leaned back comfortably into the plush sofa, watching with a smirk, clearly enjoying the show.

Seeing Wen Xunchuan’s expression lit a fire in He Linzhou’s stomach.

Suddenly, a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes as he smirked wickedly.

Turning his gaze back to Qian Duoduo, whose face was brimming with anger, He Linzhou said coldly, “I told you, move.”

Before Qian Duoduo could respond, He Linzhou had already pushed him aside and plopped down next to Wen Xunchuan. Before Wen Xunchuan could even react, He Linzhou wrapped an arm around his shoulders, glaring at Qian Duoduo with a taunting gaze.

Qian Duoduo stared at Wen Xunchuan in shock, calling out, “Brother… Brother Chuan?”

It was only then that the stunned Wen Xunchuan snapped back to his senses. He struggled against He Linzhou’s grip, but his shoulder was pinned down tightly, making it impossible to break free. His face darkened with anger, and just as he was about to curse, something soft and warm covered his lips, silencing him completely.

The expression on Qian Duoduo’s face gradually shifted from shock to horror, and finally, he cursed in a strangled voice: “…What the fuck?”