In the club, Feng Zhi leaned back lazily on the sofa, his face illuminated intermittently by the flashing lights.
The performance on stage was hot and spicy. The boy who had been quietly nestled against Feng Zhi’s legs began to get restless, lightly rubbing his face against Feng Zhi’s legs and wrapping his arms around them. Seeing Feng Zhi didn’t stop him, he became bolder, teasing Feng Zhi’s inner thighs with his fingers. Omegas were naturally gifted in seduction, and Feng Zhi, being a regular here, was well-known among them. They all knew what he liked – to be both innocent and lascivious, talkative or carefree in personality, but they also knew to read his facial expressions.
The warm hand, covered by fabric, reached towards Feng Zhi’s thighs. The Omega boldly leaned in with his lips, but before they could touch, he was lifted up by the shoulder and received a not-so-gentle slap.
The Omega was startled but not particularly afraid. Everyone knew that Feng Zhi wasn’t a violent customer; he never argued with the club’s male hosts. The slap he delivered was merely a light reprimand, not a sign of genuine anger.
“Master Feng, I’m sorry…” The Omega boy knelt by Feng Zhi’s feet, obediently lowering his gaze. “You seem a bit unenthusiastic today. Shall I talk to them and arrange for some different performances for you?”
Feng Zhi squinted at the person by his feet. This Omega had fair skin but wasn’t as slender as Yang Huaijin. He wasn’t the petite type that was popular in the club, but he fit Feng Zhi’s taste more. Feng Zhi had picked him a few times before. Today, he indeed wasn’t in the mood, so he just chose someone familiar to attend to him.
“When was the first time you saw me? Do you remember?” Feng Zhi asked.
The Omega boy was momentarily surprised, then wiped away the obsequious expression from his face. “Master Feng, if other customers ask me, I truly wouldn’t remember, but you’re different.”
“How am I different?”
“Back then, I was still a server, and I spilled the linens from the upstairs rooms. The supervisor at the time bullied me and purposely splashed me with water. I was in a sorry state, picking up things. You passed by, glanced at me for quite a while, and I didn’t even notice. Then you said, ‘Stop picking up. This job doesn’t suit you. How about working with me for two days?'” The Omega boy chuckled softly, though it was uncertain if it was self-deprecation or regret. “If you hadn’t been my first customer, I wouldn’t have become a host.”
“In that case, it seems I was the one who made a mistake,” Feng Zhi raised an eyebrow.
“Of course, your mistake was being too kind to people! You hired me for a week, put me in a pot of warm water, and I became the foolish frog in that pot. If you hadn’t come back to play later, I would have thought you were a manager setting us up!” The Omega put on a reproachful expression, but the seductive colors crept back into the corners of his eyes. He was very good at smiling, every smile holding back his own emotions, showing them to you, and his words, true or false, always made people feel sincere and cute.
“Master Feng, if you’re not in the mood today, I won’t bother you anymore.”
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Feng Zhi waved his hand, indicating that the other person could leave. Subconsciously imitating someone, he recalled Yang Huaijin’s impatient attitude towards Wu Chen today and found the dismissive wave of his hand quite amusing.
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Feng Zhi ignored him, staring at the Omega’s slipping pants, confirming his suspicions—this Omega had a pair of straight, beautiful legs, fair skin, and attractive hip contours… not as good as Yang Huaijin’s legs, but somewhat similar.
“That’s enough,” he signaled for the Omega to stop, “Put your pants back on and go get Andy.”
“Tsk, I was getting excited, and you show me this?” Wu Chen complained discontentedly.
“Enough chatter, have them lower the music, it’s too noisy,” Feng Zhi glanced at Wu Chen.
“Aren’t you the one who likes excitement? What’s been going on lately…” Wu Chen complained while obediently arranging it.
Andy quickly arrived. He had just performed a passionate dance on stage, rushed off to take a shower, and now hurried over. His hair was still damp, he was slightly out of breath, but his eyes were filled with anticipation.
“Feng-ge, long time no see.” Andy’s voice was somewhat excited. Feng Zhi hadn’t visited for a long time, and when he did, he didn’t seek Andy out. Andy didn’t dare show it on his face, but he was truly hurt.
“Andy, long time no see. Come over here,” Feng Zhi greeted Andy, gesturing for him to sit opposite him.
Andy declined the chair offered by others, saying, “I’ll just kneel!” Here, there was a rule that Omega hosts didn’t have the right to sit in front of customers. Andy was a resident singer, not one of the host boys here, but kneeling brought him closer to Feng Zhi. He looked up at Feng Zhi, his eyes shining.
“How old are you this year?” Feng Zhi asked.
“I’m twenty-one,” Andy replied.
“Are you still studying?”
“Yeah,” Andy nodded with a hint of sadness, “I was supposed to be in my third year at the music college. But my family got sick, and even with the scholarship, I couldn’t afford my living expenses. Ge, thank you for helping me before. Otherwise, I would have been left desperate.”
Feng Zhi reached out and pushed aside Andy’s bangs, revealing his smooth forehead and deer-like eyes.
“Give me a smile,” he said.
“Uh…” Andy was taken aback, unable to produce a smile. He wasn’t a host boy trained to do so, so when he smiled at Feng Zhi, it was genuine admiration and fondness.
Feng Zhi leaned back into the sofa again, watching Andy in silence. Andy felt awkward for a moment, unable to smile, but then he adjusted his mindset and managed to give Feng Zhi a smile. It was awkward and clumsy, but it was quite charming.
Just like him… Feng Zhi thought.
He took out his phone and unlocked it. The screen lit up, displaying an old photo — a picture of Yang Huaijin from his student days.
After returning from the ship, Feng Zhi dispatched people to investigate Yang Huaijin’s past. However, there seemed to be some issues with his student records, as they abruptly stopped at the end of the third year of college, coinciding with a police investigation into his disappearance. In other words, while Yang Huaijin appeared as a missing person in police records, he somehow managed to graduate under his own identity and name. What had happened to him? Why did he choose to conceal his whereabouts afterward?
The individuals assisting with the investigation recently managed to obtain more detailed student records from Yang Huaijin’s college days and sent the compiled information to Feng Zhi’s phone.
Feng Zhi’s fingers scrolled over the phone screen, flipping through photos of Yang Huaijin. Rather than saying Andy looked like Yang Huaijin, it was more accurate to say that Andy shared some expressions with him. Artistic boys naturally carried themselves with confidence, and Andy’s smile was indeed charming. However, compared to Yang Huaijin from years ago, there was a slight absence of the arrogance of youth in Andy’s demeanor.
The present Yang Huaijin always kept his emotions in check, wearing a smile that seemed sincere yet held a hint of ambiguity. Everyone in the underworld knew that Master Jin from the Qingyan Gang was not someone to be messed with. However, the Yang Huaijin from years ago… His smile was just too captivating.
Feng Zhi’s face remained expressionless, but his heart seemed to ache as if his entire chest was hurting along with it. It wasn’t a comfortable sensation. Since he first saw the old photos of Yang Huaijin, his emotions had become unsettled, and even his head began to ache. Yet he continued to look at them repeatedly, immersing himself in that profoundly uncomfortable feeling.
What kind of emotion could linger for over a decade, erasing even memories, yet still render one unable to control their emotions?
Feng Zhi made a call to his subordinate. “A-ran, gather some men. We’re going to the Sixth District docks later.”
A-ran hesitated on the other end of the line. “Fen-ge… Sixth District docks? Yang Huaijin’s territory? Are you…?” A-ran understood Feng Zhi well, and the tone of his voice made him feel that something was amiss.
“What?” Is there nothing wrong?
“What the hell!”
“Yes, Feng-ge!”
“Holy shit!” Wu Chen jumped up from the sofa. “What’s going on, Madman? You’re not messing with Qingyan Gang… You can mess with Zhu Xu, but don’t mess with Master Jin ah! Oh my god, ge… No, dad, you’re my dad, alright! What’s going on with Crimson Alliance Hall? How come there’s no movement at all for such a big thing?!”
“I just made the decision. What’s the reminder for? I said it’s fine. If you want to cry, cry after I leave.” Feng Zhi waved his hand, calling Wu Chen over. He placed his hand on Wu Chen’s shoulder. “Help me tell your old man to take care of things with the police, and don’t pay attention to any activities at the Sixth District docks tonight. I’ll come by another day to express my gratitude.”
“Dad, don’t scare me…” Wu Chen grimaced. “Is A City about to change drastically?”
“Pft, I don’t have a son as cowardly as you!” Feng Zhi pushed Wu Chen away. “I said it’s fine, so it’s fine. Dare to talk nonsense, and your tongue will be on my desk tomorrow!”
With that, he strode away with his entourage.
