It turned out that the people Wen Ran met at Huyan Mansion that night were Gu Yunchi and Lu Heyang. One was a pervert who had no reaction to the perverted performance and the other was a pervert who used the perverted performance as background noise for sleeping—this was Wen Ran’s impression of them.
“What’s wrong?” 339 asked, noticing Wen Ran was lost in thought.
“…Nothing.” Wen Ran lowered his head to continue disassembling the cockpit. After a moment, he asked 339, “Do you know what your young master does every night when he goes out?”
339 smirked, “Of course I know. There’s nothing they wouldn’t do.”
That was why the performance was unworthy of their surprise. The rich always played hard. The problem lay in his limited exposure. Wen Ran nodded and got back to work. Yet, in his mind, Gu Yunchi had transformed from a pervert who was indifferent to perverted performances into a super promiscuous pervert.
When the super promiscuous pervert finished gaming and emerged from the media room, Wen Ran stole glances at him while squatting on the floor.
Gu Yunchi halted in front of him and looked down at him expressionlessly, “What are you looking at?”
Their eyes met, reminiscent of their first encounter at Huyan Mansion, where Gu Yunchi looked at him like he was a dog. No wonder there was always a sense of deja vu. Wen Ran immediately lowered his head and said less confidently, “Nothing.” He wasn’t sure whether Gu Yunchi recognized him. It seemed unlikely.
As he lowered his head, he revealed the fluffy back of his head and the fair nape that was surrounded by the collar. Gu Yunchi lowered his eyes briefly but couldn’t be bothered to deal with him and turned to walk away.
Even though Gu Yunchi was a super promiscuous pervert, he somehow generously allowed Wen Ran to dismantle the model, which Wen Ran would forever be grateful for. The process took nearly ten days. Wen Ran meticulously noted each component by labeling and categorizing them. Throughout, he also continuously did drawings. The final result was a stack of drawings resembling a comic strip. When flipped through in a row, they showed the complete transformation of the helicopter from being fully intact to having only its base remaining.
The moment the model was dismantled, 339 set off fireworks on its screen to congratulate Wen Ran. It had gotten dark outside as it was almost 10:30 pm. Auntie Fang had taken the day off, and neither Chen Shuhui nor Wen Rui wouldn’t be coming home for dinner. Wen Ran decided to stay later to finish dismantling the aircraft in one sitting since it was the weekend tomorrow and he couldn’t come over.
The carpet was strewn with parts. The reassembly project would begin next week. Wen Ran felt an excitement he hadn’t felt in ages—a feeling that had persisted for ten days. So much so that Chen Shuhui had pulled him aside last night to inquire why he looked so happy and speculated if there had been any progress with Gu Yunchi.
Wen Ran was caught off guard and could only reply, “His attitude has improved recently.” In reality, he hadn’t spoken with Gu Yunchi for quite some time as all his spare time had been devoted to dismantling the model.
“The chef just made you a midnight snack. Once you’re done, I’ll contact the driver to take you home.”
“A midnight snack?” Wen Ran didn’t want to trouble the chef.
“Come on, eat!”
It was a bowl of meat stew. Wen Ran took a few sips and said to 339, “Thanks for keeping me company.”
“I enjoy spending time with you.” 339 blinked, “I don’t feel lonely anymore since you came. Y’know, Gu Yunchi doesn’t talk to anyone and I don’t have Aimee’s new number so I’m always bored.”
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Wen Ran was reminded of his long hospital stay, where he suffered alone day and night, filled with fear and uncertainty, with no one to tell him if the outcome would be good or bad. He smiled at 339 but couldn’t say anything.
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“Oh-oh,” 339 promptly switched off all the lights.
The living room immediately plunged into a deep blue hue. Only the outdoor light shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Wen Ran whispered to 339, “What’s up with him?”
339 answered in a hushed tone, “Likely another headache, it’s a chronic problem.”
This wasn’t a moment to just walk away; Wen Ran wasn’t that foolish. He walked over to the sofa and crouched down, noticing the scent of alcohol and an unfamiliar fragrance on Gu Yunchi. He asked softly, “Got a headache?”
Gu Yunchi lowered his hand. His bangs partially obscured his jet-black eyes but the irritation was evident in his gaze, “You’re still here.”
“Mn, I stayed a bit later tonight,” Wen Ran pursed his lips, “Do you want me to massage your head?”
“No, I have a doctor.”
“Mn… but you’ve been drinking, and even if the doctor comes, he can’t prescribe medicine for you,” 339 reminded him.
Gu Yunchi said, “What’s it to you?”
“Hoo…” 339 whistled, turning its head away, “Harsh.” Then it covertly messaged the doctor to inform him not to come for the time being.
“Let me massage your head for a bit,” Wen Ran extended his hand and said nervously, “Don’t hit me.”
Gu Yunchi frowned irritably, “Have I ever hit you?”
“No.” If he kept talking, he might really get beaten. Wen Ran closed his mouth and sat down on the carpet. He reached out to gently insert his fingers into Gu Yunchi’s hair. He used to have headaches after the surgery and the nurses had massaged him several times. Wen Ran still remembered those pressure points.
After carefully massaging for a few minutes, Gu Yunchi didn’t curse at him, indicating that the comfort level was acceptable. Wen Ran’s tension eased slightly. 339 stood quietly not far away, seemingly in sleep mode. But a few seconds later, its head suddenly flashed.
“Forgot to turn off the flash, hehe,” 339 felt embarrassed about getting caught taking a sneaky snapshot.
Gu Yunchi closed his eyes, “Go grind coffee beans.”
339 sweated, “…How many pounds this time?”
“Twenty pounds.”
“…” Suppressing the foul language, 339 tried to play the sympathy card, “Young master, we’ve been together for so long, I’ve always felt like we were family…”
Gu Yunchi was calm, “Are you worthy?”
“Damn it!” 339 was completely defeated. With what little dignity it had left it stormed off to the kitchen without looking back, “It’s over! I’ll never reconcile with you in this life!”
The sound of intense coffee grinding started echoing from afar. Wen Ran couldn’t help but ask, “Why make it grind so much?”
“Otherwise you can help it grind.”
“…Forget it then.” Wen Ran said honestly, “My hands are a bit sore.”
His intention was to express that his hands were tired from studying and dismantling the helicopter all day. But when it reached Gu Yunchi’s ears, it turned into complaining that his hands were uncomfortable due to massaging him. Gu Yunchi remarked, “Didn’t see your hands getting sore when you were dismantling the model.”
Wen Ran was totally unaware of the passive aggressiveness and smiled at the thought of the model. He replied, “Thanks for letting me dismantle the helicopter.”
Gu Yunchi simply disdained to acknowledge his gratitude and kept his eyes shut. But Wen Ran felt that Gu Yunchi’s temper was slightly better after drinking. Taking a moment to think, he asked, “Do you find the model boring?”
“Aren’t you the one dismantling it.”
Right. It seemed that any response would be met with sarcasm. Wen Ran had grown accustomed to it, “You’re right.”
After a while, Gu Yunchi said, “It’s just a hobby. Who cares what others think.” Then, he knitted his brows, “If I knew you’d scatter the parts all over the floor, I would’ve just tossed the model to you to take straight home.”
“I can’t bring it home,” Wen Ran immediately said with his voice lowered, “My mom doesn’t like me doing these things.”
“After all, your family’s main goal now is to scramble for money,” Gu Yunchi said calmly.
Wen Ran suddenly stopped his hands and lowered his eyelashes, unable to find any fault in Gu Yunchi’s words. They were all true. He wanted to apologize, but Gu Yunchi had probably gotten sick of hearing it. Wen Ran said, “Feeling any better? You should go rest in your room.”
Without a reply, Gu Yunchi sat up and then stood. Wen Ran sat on the floor, his eyes following Gu Yunchi’s movements while tilting his head to look at his face. Gu Yunchi stepped over him, probably not too drunk as his steps were still steady. As he walked, he took out his cigarette case and pulled out a cigarette. He put it in his mouth but didn’t light it. Instead, he headed to the backyard.
His back was tall and aloof, like a blurry shadow in the dusky, dark blue ambiance until he disappeared around the corner. Wen Ran gradually came to his senses. He got up and slung his backpack over his shoulder before going to the kitchen to say goodbye to 339.
Upon arriving home, Wen Ran stepped out of the car by the gates and spotted Wen Rui driving into the garden. Wen Ran could guess what he was going to say just by looking at his expression through the lowered car window. Sure enough, as soon as they entered the house, Wen Rui asked with hidden implication, “You stayed at Gu Yunchi’s house until this late?”
“I was doing homework,” Wen Ran replied.
“Just homework, nothing else?”
If Gu Yunchi had heard this, the Wen family might have been wiped out overnight. Wen Ran poured himself a glass of water, “He goes out every night.”
“True. I’ve come across him several times, but he usually hangs out with a few friends. He doesn’t like crowded places,” Wen Rui snatched the glass that Wen Ran had just filled, “Their circle is exclusive. Random people can’t just squeeze in.”
Wen Ran paused and said, “I think I ran into him before at Huyan Mansion.”
“I’m aware,” Wen Rui said casually, “Why else do you think I gave you the card for the show?”
Wen Ran was left speechless and could only remain silent, realizing everything had been orchestrated.
“People have desires, and when they do, they want an outlet,” Wen Rui set the glass down, “People like Gu Yunchi are so rich that there’s no desire that cannot be satisfied instantly. But he’s so picky about compatibility. He can’t feel anything if the match isn’t high enough.”
Strangely, whenever Wen Rui talked about Gu Yunchi’s special constitution, Wen Ran felt a vague discomfort. He poured another glass of water and murmured, “Otherwise you guys wouldn’t have a chance.”
“It’s not just us who have a chance, it’s the entire Wen family, including you,” Wen Rui laughed abruptly, “Remember when I mentioned Gu Yunchi’s special condition last time?”
“I do,” Wen Ran replied. Back then, Wen Rui had said he would keep it a secret first, and Wen Ran hadn’t thought much of it.
Wen Rui reached out, using his fingertip to push the bottom of Wen Ran’s glass toward his mouth. As Wen Ran was practically forced to drink the water, Wen Rui leaned in close to his ear and whispered two words in a soft voice—Wen Ran froze in shock.
“Sex addiction.”
Author’s note:
The sex addiction doesn’t affect the fact that Gu Yunchi is a virgin. He is taking medicine to control it. His misanthropy is like this, it’s not like he mentally hates people but his dick doesn’t.
He’s going to choke on that water!! 😂 Thank you for the chapter.
Rip future wen ran’s chrysanthemum 🙏
Totally 😅😆