Disobedience To Control chapter 20

I Am His Junior Brother

Song Siheng glanced at him. “You like it? Take it then.”

Yang Xiaobei wasn’t offended either. He opened his backpack and put the perfume box inside, smiling, “Then I’ll take it, thanks boss.”

All the sentimental thoughts Song Siheng had during the day were destroyed by him in an instant.

So what if they kissed?

In the end, they were just in a simple employer-employee relationship. Yang Xiaobei remained the same, always after money and small gains.

“Hurry up. Go back,” Song Siheng picked up the watch and opened the car door for him.

Yang Xiaobei swung one leg out of the backseat, but after a moment, he withdrew it. He leaned in close, so close that the tiny hairs on his skin were clearly visible.

“What are you doing?” Song Siheng pushed his face away slightly.

“You’ve been drinking,” Yang Xiaobei asserted.

“What’s it to you?”

Yang Xiaobei rubbed his chin against Song Siheng’s, softly asking, “Want to try it in the car?”

Song Siheng straightened up in his seat. “Are you crazy? This is a business car.”

“Whether it’s for business or not, isn’t it up to you?” Yang Xiaobei leaned in even closer, seemingly confirming the scent on Song Siheng’s body.

“I gave you a bonus; you don’t have to work so hard,” Song Siheng said, lifting his foot to kick him out.

“Do you know…” Yang Xiaobei took off his jacket and threw it onto the front seat. In the blink of an eye, the door was shut.

“What?” Song Siheng asked.

“You don’t sound convincing after drinking,” Yang Xiaobei said.

Song Siheng chuckled coldly, seemingly finding an outlet for his annoyance that night. He grabbed a handful of Yang Xiaobei’s hair and pressed it down forcefully. “If you’re really that eager, prove it to me.”

Yang Xiaobei wasn’t offended. Instead, he smiled and rubbed his face against the denim of Song Siheng’s jeans, his lips slightly parted. “Serving you is my specialty.”

This was an abandoned parking lot not far from Song Siheng’s home. After being abandoned for a long time, there was no property management, except for a white lamp hanging at the entrance, with the rest of the area hidden in darkness.

The pure black business car had three rows of seats. Somehow, the second-row seats were slightly reclined. Song Siheng hung one arm over the backrest, and Yang Xiaobei’s short hair kept brushing against his thigh.

He reached up to turn on the car’s light, but Song Siheng slapped his hand away. Now, the only sound left in the car was the faint stickiness of water.

Twenty minutes later, Song Siheng sighed lightly, his hand holding onto Yang Xiaobei’s hair tensing for a moment.

Then, the car was filled with slightly uneven breathing.

Yang Xiaobei took out two pieces of tissue from the front seat and cleaned up. Then he turned back to look at Song Siheng, who was half-leaning against the seat.

Song Siheng, with his eyes half-closed, seemed somewhat unfocused. Yang Xiaobei leaned in closer, and the fabric of his T-shirt brushed against Song Siheng’s shirt.

“Still want to kiss?” he asked, touching Song Siheng’s slightly damp hair.

Song Siheng opened his eyes and found Yang Xiaobei’s face getting closer. The scene from the swimming pool in the afternoon seemed to be replaying, but this moment lacked the ambiguity, only the unmistakable sense of conquest.

At the last second before their lips touched, Song Siheng pushed his face away.

“You can go now.” His tone was cold and merciless.

Yang Xiaobei touched his own cheek and readily agreed, “Okay.”

He put on his coat again, opened the car door, then turned back and asked, “Are we meeting next weekend?”

Song Siheng raised his eyelids to look at him, noticing the satisfaction in Yang Xiaobei’s expression.

Yang Xiaobei took a deep breath, seemingly confirming that the air had been cleansed of any lingering scents.

“We are,” Song Siheng lazily replied.

Song Siheng’s routine was disrupted, and he was a bit late going to the office the next day. Li Ke had already finished a meeting and was waiting for him.

As soon as Song Siheng sat down, Li Ke pushed his phone screen over. “Your bro is here.”

“Xu Lang?” Song Siheng furrowed his brows at the name on the screen. “What does he want with you?”

“He wants your contact information,” Li Ke was puzzled. “But aren’t you guys like brothers? Doesn’t he have your domestic number?”

Song Siheng shook his head. “After I returned to the country, he stayed over there. We haven’t been in touch since.”

“So, should I give it to him?” Li Ke asked. “He said there might be a chance for us to cooperate after EM.”

“Sure, who wouldn’t get along for money?” Song Siheng said indifferently.

Xu Lang also studied computer science at Jiangcheng University. Back then, Song Siheng had heard of him. Xu Lang was also a famous figure in the Computer Science Department. Later, when Song Siheng went abroad for his master’s degree, he coincidentally studied the same subject as Xu Lang. However, Xu Lang was two years ahead of him, and they both studied under the same supervisor, spending a year together.

Since his school days, Song Siheng had always been domineering on campus, with a bold personality. However, he repeatedly encountered setbacks after going abroad, leading to a suppressed and frustrated time in that foreign land. Li Ke, who was not in the same college as him, couldn’t solve his professional problems.

But the sudden appearance of Xu Lang seemed like a ray of light, slowly illuminating his narrow and closed life.

The two of them spent time together for a while, with the best relationship being when they went to a private cinema near the park to watch a private screening and fed swans by the lake in the woods. Song Siheng vaguely realized that his feelings seemed to have changed a bit.

But Xu Lang never mentioned it, and the window paper was never pierced.

It wasn’t until a cold winter night that Xu Lang suddenly found Song Siheng and said he had obtained his degree and was about to get married, with the bride being a blonde-haired, blue-eyed heiress of a conglomerate.

Song Siheng finally understood that Xu Lang was just teasing him.

Since then, Song Siheng had no further contact with him. He had heard some rumors about Xu Lang, but they were just in one ear and out the other, never staying in his mind.

This time, Xu Lang had just added Song Siheng on WeChat and sent him a message.

“Do you have time this Saturday to have coffee together?”

Song Siheng was about to reply that he was busy when he saw Xu Lang typing again.

Half a minute later, another message came through: “Are you interested in the new blood oxygen sensor developed by EM?”

Song Siheng stopped typing, deleted the text in the input box, and typed a new line: “Sure. Since you’re rarely back, I’ll pick the place.”

Song Siheng had heard about EM’s plans to expand into the Chinese market. They were large in scale and had high research and development capabilities, so it was unclear whether they would be allies or adversaries. But if he could get some useful information from Xu Lang, it might be a good thing.

Song Siheng found a café and sent the address to Xu Lang.

The place was right below the hotel where he had arranged to meet Yang Xiaobei, so he didn’t have to drive there again on Saturday.

On Saturday afternoon, Song Siheng was tied up with work and arrived at the café a bit late. Xu Lang was already seated by the window. He was wearing a dark gray coat over a black sweater.

“Sorry for being late,” Song Siheng waved to him as he approached.

Xu Lang didn’t mind and nodded for him to sit down.

“What would you like to drink? A hot latte?” Xu Lang asked.

Song Siheng took off his coat and hung it on the back of the chair. “Iced Americano, thanks.”

Xu Lang hesitated for a moment and then smiled.

Song Siheng was always straightforward, so since everyone’s time was precious, he directly asked, “I heard that EM is entering the Chinese market. Are you interested in smart wearable devices?”

Xu Lang picked up his cup, took a sip, and looked up at him. “Why are you so focused on business now? Don’t you want to catch up first with your senior?”

Song Siheng didn’t beat around the bush either. “I went back just two months ago. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to visit the school.”

“Next time you’re free, I can take you there. I heard there’s a new music hall nearby. Would you like to go?” Xu Lang suggested.

Song Siheng smiled. “I’ve never been interested in music.”

Xu Lang was speechless once again.

He fiddled with the dial on his wristwatch, then suddenly reached out his right hand across the table and touched Song Siheng’s hand.

Song Siheng discreetly pulled back his arm.

“I got divorced, Siheng,” Xu Lang said, looking at his face.

“Oh, so?” Song Siheng raised an eyebrow, looking at him with folded arms.

“It was a political marriage, you know. Her family is a powerful clan from the West Bay. I wanted to go there for development, but I had no other choice,” Xu Lang frowned, looking somewhat melancholic.

“Should I console you?” Song Siheng chuckled lightly, his expression as calm as water. “I think if you have the time, you should apologize to your ex-wife properly. After all, she might not know your attitude towards this marriage.”

Seeing that he couldn’t convince him, Xu Lang withdrew his arm and decided to revisit the topic. “I thought I made myself clear when we went to see the swans.”

“Seeing swans is ancient history.” Song Siheng really didn’t remember what he had said. Even if there were some ambiguous promises, they were all from years ago and not worth mentioning again.

“Mr. Xu, we’re both adults now. You’ve succeeded in your career, so you should look forward,” Song Siheng ended the conversation and didn’t say anything more.

The waiter brought Song Siheng’s iced Americano over, and the cold glass bottom tapped lightly on the table, making a soft sound.

Outside the window, the sky was getting dark. Song Siheng glanced at his watch and realized that the time he had agreed upon with Yang Xiaobei was getting closer.

Xu Lang looked down and turned the cup in his hand, then pushed the glass towards Song Siheng. “Aren’t you afraid of not being able to sleep after drinking Americano so late?”

Song Siheng took the glass, took a sip, and looked into his eyes. “I have other arrangements for tonight.”

Xu Lang’s eyes flickered, and he shifted his chair closer to Song Siheng.

His hand rested on the back of Song Siheng’s chair. Song Siheng felt a bit uncomfortable and was about to say something when the café door was pushed open.

The Christmas bells on the door frame jingled. Song Siheng looked up, and his pupils constricted. Veins bulged on the back of the hand holding the glass.

How could Yang Xiaobei be here?!

“Hey, what a coincidence, ge,” Yang Xiaobei walked over with a smile, and Xu Lang looked up.

“Why are you here?” Song Siheng asked.

Only then did Xu Lang retract his hand from the back of the chair and turned to ask Song Siheng, “Who is this?”

Song Siheng’s throat moved half an inch down, and he didn’t know how to answer for a while.

But Yang Xiaobei casually pulled up a chair, squeezed in between the two, and sat down with a grin. “Hey handsome, I’m his junior brother.”

Then he flashed Xu Lang a trademark, six-toothed, sheepish smile.

📢Author’s note

Yang: What a coincidence that you’re having coffee too, can I join for a cup? >,<