Disobedience To Control chapter 3
Blue Note
Five hours ago, Song Siheng would never have imagined that on the night of the Cold Dew Festival, he would end up rolling around with a waiter he had only met once.
The location of the club was excellent, right on the bar street next to the city lake. Coincidentally, there were numerous five-star hotels nearby.
At this moment, Song Siheng leaned against the slightly cool wall of the hotel suite. The person in front of him lowered his head slightly, casting a shadow over his face.
The entire room was decorated in low-saturation light gray, and behind the frosted glass partition in the entrance was a minimalist living room. Further inside was a spacious bedroom with a large bed in the center, about two meters and two centimeters wide.
However, no one had the mood to appreciate the room’s decor at the moment.
The zipper of Song Siheng’s hoodie was swiftly pulled down by the person in front of him.
With a splash, it became the prelude to tearing down the ambiguity of this late night.
Then came the zipper of his jeans, and the person’s fingers rested on Song Siheng’s hips as his gaze blatantly swept downward.
“Your legs are very beautiful,” he said, as if judging a mannequin in a shop window.
Then came a whistle, “This thing is beautiful too.”
Song Siheng’s blood was boiling, but he surprisingly didn’t get angry at being examined.
The person in front of him seemed a bit impatient, using his lower lip to seek the warmth between Song Siheng’s neck. His soft short hair brushed against Song Siheng’s chin, tickling him.
Like a sheep, the words “wool” suddenly popped into Song Siheng’s mind.
The chests of the two were pressed together through the thin fabric. Song Siheng’s knees bent slightly under his pressure. Their physiques were similar, but the person seemed to exercise regularly, making his arms longer and shoulders broader. Paired with his innocent and cute face, it seemed somewhat out of place.
The two seemed about to collapse onto the soft gray carpet.
The person’s dark eyes seemed misty, looking somewhat pitiful, yet his grip remained strong. Song Siheng’s lower back soon had a red mark like a branding iron.
Suddenly, the person exerted force with his arms, grabbing Song Siheng’s thigh and almost lifting him up entirely. Song Siheng didn’t like the feeling of being dominated in bed, so he tried to grab the person’s wrist in return.
He had considerable strength, and with a bit of force, the person winced in pain.
However, before Song Siheng could enjoy any sense of victory, he lost his balance in an instant.
The person actually reached around his lower leg, lifting him horizontally.
He lost his sense of direction, only seeing a pendant hanging from the person’s neck. It was a silver teardrop shape, faintly shimmering, rubbing against his cheek with each movement.
Once again, stability returned, about five seconds later. He found himself placed on a bed of light beige. Song Siheng propped himself up on his elbows, ready to sit up, but was immediately suppressed by the person in front of him.
Once one loses their balance, their nerves become particularly sensitive. Song Siheng had a vivid and profound experience of this throughout that night.
Someone accidentally pressed the TV remote on the bed, and after a flurry of static on the screen, a nature documentary started playing.
On the screen, volcanoes erupted, sparks flew, illuminating the intertwined skin of the two in front. The air in the room seemed to steam along with them.
Later, Song Siheng’s elbow pressed against the cold glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, behind him was the hot skin and breath.
The whole city lay beneath him, but he felt dizzy, his brain on the brink of hypoxia.
…
When Song Siheng opened his eyes again, it was already bright outside.
He looked down and saw that he was covered by a blanket, but his body wasn’t feeling refreshed.
After a moment of realization, he understood that after all the commotion last night, he hadn’t even taken a shower.
He lifted the blanket and prepared to get out of bed. Luckily, there wasn’t much pain, just some soreness and fatigue. His stomach slightly hollowed, feeling hungry.
The suite was silent, and the bathroom light was off.
“Hello?!” Song Siheng shouted into the air.
No echo, no sound of water flowing, no scent of shower gel. He looked out through the door, the front door tightly closed, the room key still in place.
It took Song Siheng three seconds to react. Did he really just leave like that?!
Not even bothering to freshen up or change into a bathrobe, he just left without a word?!
Suppressing his anger, Song Siheng searched around the bedside and finally found his phone on the floor. He breathed a sigh of relief.
He glanced at the screen for the time; it was almost eleven in the morning.
The phone had only five percent battery left. He had rushed out without bringing a charger.
He unlocked the screen, and there were two unread messages on WeChat, both from Li Ke.
“Siheng, do you have other plans today?”
“I’ve covered the morning meeting for you. Call me when you arrive at the company.”
Li Ke was Song Siheng’s former classmate, and they didn’t stand on ceremony with each other.
Song Siheng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Li Ke handled things properly; otherwise, the morning meeting would have been a mess.
He replied to Li Ke with the last of his battery: “I’ll be at the company in the afternoon.”
After sending this message, he remembered something and immediately looked around the room.
Luckily, his car keys were still safely placed on the bedside cabinet.
A stroke of luck in misfortune. This time he just slept with a rogue, not a thief.
Song Siheng entered the bathroom and turned on the thermostat shower. Behind the glass partition was a full-length mirror, allowing him to see his current state clearly. The person had left, but left behind their fingerprints intact.
Bastard!
An hour later, Song Siheng finally got dressed again. He walked to the door, took the room key, and stuffed the dead phone into the wrinkled pocket of his jeans.
There was a huge frosted glass at the entrance of the suite. As he was about to leave, he noticed a blue note pinned to the corner of the glass frame.
He took a step back, picked up the paper, and glanced at it.
It was clearly torn from the hotel bedside note, with the faint golden hotel logo still at the top.
However, there was not a single character on the note, only a string of numbers written in pencil.
Starting with 137 and ending with 031.
Below was a roughly drawn little lamb.
…
“Nerve.”
Song Siheng was speechless, cursing inwardly, then crumpling it up. Subconsciously, he was about to throw it into the trash can at his feet.
However, just before the crumpled paper fell, he inexplicably kicked it back into his pocket.
His clothes were already unsuitable for wearing to the office. Song Siheng could only drive back to his own home first.
His permanent residence was located by the Jiangcheng Inner Lake, on the 17th floor of a high-end apartment with a beautiful view of the entire lake.
This wasn’t his only property; he also had a small villa in the eastern suburbs. However, it was quite a distance from the company, so he didn’t go there often.
He didn’t like having unfamiliar people in his house. Therefore, there was no live-in maid at home. Li Ke would help him arrange for cleaning and housekeeping services to come weekly, helping with laundry and room cleaning.
It wasn’t the time for housekeeping to come in the morning, so when Song Siheng arrived home, there was no one there.
The dirty clothes were still neatly piled in the laundry basket. He rummaged through the closet and found a neatly ironed light-colored shirt.
By the time he drove back to the company, Li Ke was already waiting for him in the office.
Li Ke was more sensitive to the cold; he had already put on a cashmere sweater over his shirt since autumn had arrived, making him look more like the owner of the office than Song Siheng.
Song Siheng nodded at him and then pulled out a chair to sit down.
Li Ke stood by his desk. “The minutes of the morning meeting are on your desk. The contract for the acquisition of patents from Aiko has been drafted, and they currently have no objections. We’ll need to discuss the details face-to-face later.”
Song Siheng nodded. Their latest product required a key patent from a competitor, and Song Siheng wanted to raise the company’s technological barriers in the next two years, preparing to acquire this patent at a high price. This would be greatly beneficial for the company’s path to going public.
“I’ve never seen you wear this shirt. Didn’t come home last night?” Li Ke had already stepped out of the office, but turned back to ask.
Song Siheng cleared his throat. “I did.”
Then he didn’t say another word.
Seeing that he seemed a bit off, Li Ke stepped back, half leaning against his desk, and jokingly said. “Hey, how about I introduce another one to you?”
“Introduce what?” Song Siheng lifted his head from the meeting minutes to look at him.
“A boyfriend.” Li Ke smiled, “I’ve introduced a few to you before, but you’re never satisfied. What kind of person do you actually like?”
“I’m busy,” Song Siheng stacked the papers neatly and then casually tossed them aside onto the desk, “I don’t want to play daddy to anyone, too lazy to serve.”
After saying this, a silhouette suddenly flashed through his mind.
Then, several hours ago, the unsightly scene that happened in that suite crawled into his mind like a stuck disc.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, then he glanced out of the window.
Seeing that his mood was still not high, Li Ke didn’t bother to say more to him, just took the documents and left the office, gently closing the door behind him.
That evening, Song Siheng asked Li Ke to cancel his appointment with the tennis coach.
Li Ke tacitly didn’t ask about his evening plans.
In the evening, Song Siheng drove back home by himself. As he entered the door, he noticed the lights were on in the foyer. Soon, the voice of an older woman came from inside.
“You’re back?” It was the housekeeper.
Song Siheng nodded to her, “Mm.”
Song Siheng didn’t have much interaction with them, but paying them was straightforward.
This spacious suite, with an area of over two hundred square meters, had a huge square living room with three bedrooms, a small laundry room, and a cloakroom.
Two housekeepers were in and out, one of them carrying a stack of clean clothes into the cloakroom to fold neatly.
The floor of the house was swept so clean that it reflected the soft light of the spotlights.
Song Siheng’s mood finally improved slightly.
Five minutes later, the housekeepers left Song Siheng’s house with all their tools. With a soft click, the password lock at the door was locked.
He sat in the study and opened his laptop. However, the contract Li Ke sent him was still untouched.
With fingerprints still visible on his thighs, he glanced at two pages of unread emails in his inbox and then closed the window.
But half a minute later, he suddenly stood up from his ergonomic chair, and the chair slid back half a meter.
With a bang, Song Siheng pushed open the wooden door of the study and turned left into the laundry room.
The laundry basket on the floor was empty. Song Siheng’s head buzzed.
He quickly walked into the cloakroom next to the laundry room, where a stack of clean clothes was neatly folded in the open grid. Next to it was a row of pants racks, and the one in front was the jeans he had worn last night.
Song Siheng grabbed the jeans and tore open the pocket, reaching inside. There was only a crumpled blue paper ball left inside.
He unfolded the paper ball, the crushed fibers dirtying half of his palm.
And on the note, the string of numbers was washed clean.
Only the outline of a half-drawn sheep remained, sketched in pencil.