Disobedience To Control chapter 21

The Replaced Humans

Yang Xiaobei sat down between the two, making the already small round table even more crowded.

Xu Lang had to move over a bit, maintaining a peaceful expression.

“Oh? Are you also in the computer science department?” he asked Yang Xiaobei.

Yang Xiaobei nodded repeatedly, “Yes, yes.”

Xu Lang continued, “I wonder which specialization you’re in, junior?”

Yang Xiaobei cleared his throat, but was interrupted by Song Siheng, “He mainly focuses on software development.”

Xu Lang smiled, “I see. We initially also minored in electronic engineering, but if you only study software, your options may be a bit narrower. The market demand is changing rapidly, so if you understand some electronics or the Internet of Things, your competitiveness will be stronger…”

Yang Xiaobei listened with confusion, and just then, the waiter arrived at the table, asking him what he would like to drink.

Yang Xiaobei felt relieved and looked directly at Song Siheng, “Senior, I’ll have a hot cocoa, please.”

Xu Lang raised an eyebrow, while Song Siheng rubbed his nose.

Then Song Siheng looked up at the waiter, “Bring him a hot cocoa, please.”

The waiter smiled and nodded, “Sure, I’ll bring it to you shortly.”

Song Siheng lifted the cold cup, his expression seemingly calm.

Yang Xiaobei noticed his action and leaned closer to ask, “It’s so cold, why are you drinking something so icy? It’s not good for blood circulation. Shall I give you a massage later?”

His tone was quite affectionate, as if they were alone.

Xu Lang turned his head, looking at the pedestrians outside the window. Rush hour had arrived, and the traffic outside gradually intensified, with car lights flickering.

After hearing this, Xu Lang frowned slightly, then casually asked, “Oh, you also like perfumes?”

Song Siheng immediately turned to look at him, noticing that Yang Xiaobei had a scent of sandalwood on him, mixed with a hint of sweet floral fragrance.

He was wearing the same perfume Xu Lang had given him last time.

Before Song Siheng could say anything, Yang Xiaobei lifted his wrist to sniff it and continued, “Ah, do you also have this perfume? Senior gave me this bottle a few days ago, saying it suits me well.”

Xu Lang’s expression darkened, but he quickly put on a social smile, “Well, that’s quite a coincidence…”

“Senior, you haven’t introduced us yet,” Yang Xiaobei asked with a smile, looking innocent.

Song Siheng’s face turned grim, but considering Xu Lang was present, he couldn’t scold him. He cleared his throat and said, “He’s my senior.”

“Wow, so you’re the eldest senior. That’s really coincidental. You’re so experienced, please take care of us in the future,” Yang Xiaobei said cheerfully.

Xu Lang almost crushed the coffee cup in his hand upon hearing the word “experienced.”

If it weren’t for others around, Song Siheng would have flipped the table and left. But at this moment, he could only maintain his composure and said, “He hasn’t graduated yet and doesn’t understand social etiquette. Please forgive him.”

Xu Lang quickly finished his coffee, realizing the situation was awkward and couldn’t find a suitable topic. He stood up, put on his coat, then walked past Yang Xiaobei and directly bid farewell to Song Siheng, “Siheng, I have other plans tonight, so I’ll leave first.”

Song Siheng was finally relieved and stood up quickly to see him off, nodding, “Do you need me to send you? “

“No need, I drove here.” Xu Lang adjusted his cuffs, turned around, then turned back, whispering, “What I told you just now still stands. Keep in touch when you’re free.”

Song Siheng didn’t respond, just watched him leave.

The Christmas bells at the door jingled again as Xu Lang walked away alone.

Meanwhile, Yang Xiaobei, holding a cup of hot cocoa, leaned back in his chair and smiled at Song Siheng, “Siheng? So that’s your name. Which ‘Si’ and which ‘Heng’?”

Song Siheng’s lips tightened, “Mind your own business!”

Twenty minutes later, in the hotel’s top-floor suite.

The room was still decorated the same, but the atmosphere was somewhat tense.

Song Siheng leaned back on the sofa, having made two phone calls, his gaze drifting out the window. Meanwhile, Yang Xiaobei was left on the side.

“I see, let’s discuss it on Monday at the meeting,” Song Siheng hung up the second call, then looked up at the person in front of him.

Jiangcheng had been rainy lately, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, large dark clouds were gathering, seemingly brewing a storm.

“Why did you suddenly appear there?” Song Siheng asked.

Yang Xiaobei hesitated, “I just wanted to go downstairs to buy some food.”

The café was on the hotel’s ground floor, so there was indeed a chance encounter.

“You can order room service in the hotel.”

“But you have to wait for room service. I arrived early today and waited for you upstairs for a long time. When I saw you didn’t come, I thought of going downstairs to buy you some food. Who knew I would bump into you with someone else…” Yang Xiaobei explained, feeling wronged.

“I’ve said it countless times, don’t interfere with my private life,” Song Siheng interrupted, “Even if you run into me outside, we are strangers.”

“Then you can’t go on blind dates with others, right? That guy obviously doesn’t match you. Besides, he must be over thirty. Once men pass thirty, their performance in that area declines…” 

“Can’t your brain think of anything else?! And, I wasn’t on a blind date. Please stop speculating about my life.” Song Siheng felt like he was wasting his breath.

“What else could it be if not a blind date? His hand was almost on you…” Yang Xiaobei began to speculate, “Could it be an interview? Are you planning to hire someone else?”

Song Siheng almost laughed at his speculation and changed his sitting posture, “What, are you feeling insecure now?”

Song Siheng naturally knew that for someone like Yang Xiaobei, he was a rare money tree, a printing machine. It would be hard to find another one like him even if he searched with a lantern.

Seeing that he didn’t respond, Yang Xiaobei seemed to take it seriously, “Do you have any dissatisfaction with me? Are you going to keep meeting others until you find someone to replace me?”

If a misunderstanding could make Yang Xiaobei realize his worth, Song Siheng would be willing to try.

“It’s up to you how you want to think.” Song Siheng stood up from the sofa, loosened his tie, and took it off, hanging it on the back of the sofa, “You didn’t care even when I had a boyfriend before. Why are you arguing now.”

Yang Xiaobei stood up from the sofa and walked behind Song Siheng, “Please, it’s different this time…”

But what kind of difference it was, he didn’t continue to say.

Song Siheng turned to look at him, “Yang Xiaobei, don’t think I’m joking when I set rules with you.”

Yang Xiaobei remained silent for a moment, then suddenly hooked his shoulder from behind, his arm tightening slightly.

Song Siheng didn’t stand firm for a moment and stumbled into his embrace.

But Yang Xiaobei’s next words almost choked him, “Or is it that you like playing with three people together?”

It was all in vain, everything was in vain. Song Siheng felt it was a waste of breath to explain anything more to this jerk.

Seeing Song Siheng’s silence, Yang Xiaobei hugged his arm tighter, their skins touching. Yang Xiaobei even rubbed his short hair against Song Siheng’s shoulder and neck, acting coquettish.

“How do you want to play, Siheng?”

Song Siheng felt numbness starting from his spine, “Don’t call me that way.”

“It took me so much effort to finally know your name, and you won’t let me call you. But what’s your last name?” Yang Xiaobei’s breath swept against Song Siheng’s neck, “People like you, either surnamed Gu or Fu, right? Am I right?”

Song Siheng couldn’t stand his train of thought and raised his elbow backward, hitting him in the abdomen, “Are you done yet?”

Yang Xiaobei winced in pain, clutching his stomach, “Damn… You’re so harsh on your junior? my abs are almost gone from your punches.””

Not mentioning junior was fine, but as soon as it was brought up, Song Siheng remembered the embarrassment from earlier, “And you’re not afraid of exposing yourself, have you even studied computer science?”

Yang Xiaobei rubbed his stomach, “Uh, I didn’t know you were studying such a profound major. I always thought you were some Wall Street financial scammer, making tens of millions of dollars so easily.”

Song Siheng rarely argued with people, but for some reason, whenever he spent more than five minutes with the person in front of him, he felt the urge to debate. This probably wasn’t a good thing.

The rain clouds outside grew denser, and a dull thunder sounded in the distance. Then, after four or five seconds, the clouds seemed to have burst open like being shot by a shotgun, pouring down heavy rain.

Seeing Song Siheng’s expression change, Yang Xiaobei immediately resumed a curious look, “What do you guys study in computer science? Do you have to study math for several years? Can you tell fortunes?”

Song Siheng pushed him against the wall. Yang Xiaobei’s knees were forced to bend.

Song Siheng looked down at his face, “I don’t know about anything else, but I can tell you how long it will take for machines to replace humans.”

Yang Xiaobei’s back pressed against the wall, his thick black eyelashes flickered.

“There are also many things that machines cannot replace, right?” He said, patting his own crotch with confidence.

Hearing this, Song Siheng suddenly laughed, as if he had remembered something. He rarely laughed like this in front of Yang Xiaobei, which made Yang Xiaobei somewhat at a loss.

“You scare me with that laugh.”

“Yang Xiaobei, I want to try something different tonight.” Song Siheng looked into his eyes and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt.

“What different thing?” Yang Xiaobei looked at his fingers without moving.

“Let’s see if machines can really replace humans.” Song Siheng finished speaking and walked to the entrance of the suite. Yang Xiaobei leaned over to see, only to see him pulling out a parchment paper bag from the cabinet at the door.

Yang Xiaobei didn’t understand what Song Siheng was going to do.

Soon, Song Siheng walked back to the sofa, lifted a long box from the paper bag, pink in color.

Before Yang Xiaobei could see what was inside, Song Siheng pushed him onto the sofa on the side. The sofa cushion was a bit soft, and Yang Xiaobei was caught off guard, bouncing up and down.

“Hey, what’s the meaning of this?” Yang Xiaobei was about to get up, but was forcefully pushed down again. Song Siheng grabbed the tie hanging on the back of the sofa, snapped it, as if urging a horse.

Then, he grabbed Yang Xiaobei’s wrist, tying it up with the tie in a few swift moves, making a quick knot.

Yang Xiaobei struggled for a while but couldn’t break free. His wrist was rubbed red from the friction.

“No, what are you trying to do?” Yang Xiaobei looked up at him, eyes filled with fear, “If you’re trying to murder me, I’ll scream!”

Song Siheng ignored his paranoia, bending down to open the pink box, pulling out an object from it and shaking it slightly in his hand, “Today, I’m going to play by myself.”

Seeing what the object was, Yang Xiaobei’s breath hitched, and he hurriedly asked, “What about me?”

Song Siheng’s shirt collar was wide open, the fabric sliding over his collarbone, his face slightly reddening.

Then, with a snap, he reached out and turned off all the lights, pulling the curtains closed with a rustle. The room suddenly plunged into darkness.

“You? You’ll listen.”