Disobedience To Control chapter 38

A Good Ending

“What’s this?” Song Siheng sat behind his desk, picking up the white envelope on the table.

Li Ke stood on the opposite side of the desk and replied softly, “Resignation letter.”

Song Siheng looked up at him and pushed the envelope back. “I don’t accept it.”

Li Ke took a deep breath and looked out the window. “This is my negligence. The documents leaked because of me, so I should take responsibility.”

Song Siheng stood up, looking into his eyes. “Is this how you take responsibility? The matter hasn’t been resolved yet, and you want to just walk away? Leave me to clean up the mess for you?”

Li Ke obviously didn’t expect Song Siheng to say this and was momentarily at a loss for words.

Song Siheng leaned forward with his hands on the table. “You don’t have to be my secretary anymore.”

Li Ke looked up in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“If you have concerns, you can go assist Jin Shuming in setting up the structure for the new company during this time,” Song Siheng continued. “But one thing you must pay attention to: act discreetly, don’t show yourself easily. Let your deputy handle the execution, while you oversee from behind the scenes.”

Li Ke understood his intentions and nodded after a moment of thought. “Thank you, Siheng.”

Song Siheng smiled lightly at him and patted his shoulder. “You have a responsibility, but the whole story of this matter hasn’t been clarified yet. Don’t casually shoulder all the blame.”

After saying this, Li Ke picked up the envelope from the table but didn’t move his feet. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, “And about Song Qin, how do you plan to handle it?”

Song Siheng exhaled. “Let’s not alarm him for now. The evidence we have on hand is not solid enough, and it’s not worth it to alert the snake and lose the hare.”

Li Ke asked, “So you mean to wait it out?”

Song Siheng nodded. “This matter involves EM, and Xu Lang is currently in a strong position. Let him feel pleased for a couple more days. When the storm comes, we’ll close the net.”

Li Ke fell silent for a few seconds, then nodded. “Understood.”

Song Siheng walked to his side and lightly patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry about this matter for now. Finish the tasks I assigned to you, consider it making up for your mistakes.”

On Friday night, Song Siheng secretly met with Young master Lin again.

The purpose this time was clear: the first installment of the investment was about to arrive.

“Darn it. You have no idea how hard it was for me to gather these 70 million!” Young master Lin sat down heavily on the sofa. “Do you mind if I smoke?”

Song Siheng shook his head. “Go ahead.”

With a snap, a spark ignited, and smoke floated between them.

“70 million is hard for you?” Song Siheng chuckled and sat down next to him. “Don’t you burn away millions at a single party hosted by your father?”

“That’s my father’s money. I can’t touch a cent of it. This time, I’m robbing Peter to pay Paul. It took me quite a while to scrape together this amount for you. If you don’t help me earn it back in the future, I’ll turn against you!”

Song Siheng reassured him, “Don’t worry. Everything is within reach. Jin Shuming will take office next week, and I’ll be able to command the supply chain in Jiangcheng at his behest. He’ll also bring a group of elite troops from North City.”

Young master Lin finally calmed down and called the waiter in. “Bring us some drinks.”

That night, Song Siheng drank a lot. In the end, he had Li Ke drive him back to his apartment. Neither of them spoke on the way, and the streetlights outside the car window flickered, turning the pages of time one by one.

When Song Siheng returned to his apartment, it was already late at night. Li Ke helped him to the sofa in the living room and left only after making sure he was okay.

Soon, Song Siheng was alone in the apartment. He took out his phone from his coat pocket and opened the conversation with Yang Xiaobei. Since the last time they parted ways at McDonald’s, they hadn’t contacted each other.

Song Siheng scrolled through several pages and opened various cat emoticons that Yang Xiaobei had sent him before. He stared at them for a while, then long-pressed on the images and added them to his favorites one by one.

After completing these actions, he stared at the input box for a long time before finally typing a line: “Tomorrow night, don’t forget.”

Whoosh—the message was sent successfully.

Ten minutes later, he received a reply.

“Got it.” There were no usual ^^ smiling faces, nor any expressions following the words.

…………

The hangover was uncomfortable, and Song Siheng rarely got up late on Saturday. When he got up, he still had a slight headache, and even after drinking two glasses of lemon water, he couldn’t relieve it.

As he returned to the study from the dining room, his phone popped up with a new message notification.

He swiped to check, it was from Yang Xiaobei. There were no words, just a location.

Song Siheng: “?”

Soon, Yang Xiaobei replied, “Tonight at six, come here.”

Song Siheng looked at the location and found that it was very close to Jiangcheng University, just one block away.

At six o’clock in the evening, Song Siheng drove there following the navigation, watching as he entered a residential area. The narrow road was lined with rows of low-rise residential buildings, their exterior walls showing signs of age.

Soon, Song Siheng arrived at the address Yang Xiaobei had sent him. He found a parking space, got out of the car, and looked around, but there was no one to be seen.

He called Yang Xiaobei. Soon, the call was answered.

“Have you arrived?”

“Yeah. I’m at the location you sent.”

“Look up.”

Song Siheng raised his head, and Yang Xiaobei was waving to him from the second floor of the small building in front.

Song Siheng walked through the narrow street and found the stairs leading upstairs. He climbed up from the first floor, accidentally brushing against the peeling wall, which got some cobwebs on his coat. He frowned, brushed it off with his hand, and continued up the stairs.

When he reached the second floor, Yang Xiaobei was already waiting for him at the stairway. Looking behind him, this place seemed like an old-style dormitory for employees, with a row of units extending from east to west, about a dozen households in total.

The entrance faced south, and in front of it was a large corridor. Outside the railing of the corridor, each household had their own clothesline, sparsely hanging a few bed sheets and clothes.

“You live here now? Why don’t you stay inside the school?” Song Siheng asked.

Yang Xiaobei didn’t explain, he just pulled him forward.

Soon, the two stopped in front of one of the doors. Yang Xiaobei took out an old brass key from his pocket, inserted it into the lock, turned it a few times, and the wooden door was pushed open.

“Come in.” Yang Xiaobei stepped aside to make way for him.

Song Siheng took two steps forward and entered the room. The room was only a small space, looking to be less than thirty square meters. It faced south, with a hallway directly opposite the entrance. There were two glass windows beside the entrance door, each with semi-transparent curtains hanging on them.

Against the outer wall, there was a row of wardrobes, and in the center of the room was a bed, with a small desk at the foot of it. On the desk lay the backpack that Yang Xiaobei often carried. A bathroom was separated in the northernmost corner of the room, with a white wooden door tightly closed.

Before Song Siheng could react, Yang Xiaobei slammed the door shut.

The two stood behind the door, and Yang Xiaobei almost pulled him into his arms.

“What does this mean?” Song Siheng pressed against his chest.

“You made plans with me for the weekend, isn’t that the meaning?” Yang Xiaobei’s voice echoed in his ear.

As he spoke, the next moment, his palm stroked Song Siheng’s waist.

Song Siheng’s body tensed for a moment, then quickly relaxed. He slightly bent his knees, reaching out to lift the hem of Yang Xiaobei’s shirt.

However, Yang Xiaobei grabbed the back of his hand with his own, preventing him from moving.

“What’s wrong?” Song Siheng looked back at him.

“Not today,” Yang Xiaobei said in a muffled voice.

“Why?” Song Siheng was puzzled.

“I’m here to serve you.”

With a click, a metal buckle was undone.

Song Siheng straightened his face, “Last week, didn’t you say our relationship had ended? Now, you’re talking about serving me?”

Yang Xiaobei pulled out a smile, “When a deal falls through, integrity remains. Just consider today as me repaying you.”

Song Siheng hadn’t quite grasped his logic, but in the next moment, he was captivated by the warmth of his fingers.

His back straightened, and he instinctively tightened his grip on Yang Xiaobei’s hair. The curtains in the rented room swayed slightly, and it seemed like someone was passing by outside the corridor. The sound of footsteps came and went. Song Siheng felt a bit nervous, biting his lip tightly, his fingers tightening even more.

The two figures, Song Siheng’s back against the chilly wall. The rough wall surface rubbed against his back, leaving several red marks soon.

Yang Xiaobei wrapped one hand around his lower back, his expression unusually gentle.

After who knows how many minutes, the curtains slowly stopped swaying. Breathing gradually calmed down, and Song Siheng leaned against Yang Xiaobei’s shoulder. His fingers slid lightly, inadvertently touching the scar between Yang Xiaobei’s chest again.

From the warm breath, Song Siheng slowly woke up, his fingers lingering on the scar for a moment.

Then he cleared his throat and asked softly to the person in front of him, “Did you get a tattoo?”

Yang Xiaobei noticed his gaze, hesitated for two or three seconds, then smiled, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“What was the tattoo of? Why did you get rid of it?”

“Congratulations and prosperity,” Yang Xiaobei chuckled.

Song Siheng, hearing that he was about to start rambling again, didn’t ask further.

Suddenly, Yang Xiaobei lifted Song Siheng’s face, his gaze sweeping from top to bottom, finally stopping at his lips.

Feeling his somewhat burning gaze, Song Siheng’s heart inexplicably started beating faster. The two were facing each other at this moment, and Song Siheng leaned forward, holding Yang Xiaobei’s chin. Then he gently bit his lower lip.

After that, it was the hot mingling of lips and tongue. The warm skin touched, and fingers tightened slightly behind each other.

This was the second kiss between the two, after the loss of control at the swimming pool. It was tacit, without reason.

Half a minute later, the distance between the two pulled apart again.

Yang Xiaobei lowered his eyelids, suddenly saying, “Not bad, it’s a good ending.”

Song Siheng suddenly lifted his face, “Ending? What do you mean?”

But Yang Xiaobei dodged lightly, turned around to pick up the scattered clothes nearby, and raised his hand to put them on Song Siheng.

The fabric briefly covered Song Siheng’s eyes, and a few seconds later, the light reappeared. Then, he saw Yang Xiaobei’s smiling face.

“Hahaha, I forgot to tell you some good news.” Yang Xiaobei laughed heartily.

“What good news?”

“I’m going abroad for training.” Yang Xiaobei lowered his head to adjust Song Siheng’s sleeves and collar.

Song Siheng’s pupils suddenly tightened, “When?”

“Next week.”

“Where are you going?” Song Siheng asked.

“Australia.” Yang Xiaobei’s eyes curved, “I heard it’s still midsummer over there. Sun, beach, handsome guys everywhere. Don’t envy me too much.”

Song Siheng raised his palm to press his eye socket, “What about the flight? Which flight?”

Yang Xiaobei avoided his gaze, “Forget it, I won’t tell you about the flight. What if you can’t bear to part with me and hijack the plane?”

Song Siheng’s heart surged with emotions, and he couldn’t say another word.

Yang Xiaobei stood up from the edge of the bed. He walked to the window, pulled open the curtains, and the weekend moonlight poured into the room.

Song Siheng followed, grabbed his collar, and Yang Xiaobei was forced to get closer. Song Siheng’s eye sockets couldn’t help but feel hot and sour, but in the end, he didn’t say anything, just embraced Yang Xiaobei’s neck and fiercely bit his lower lip again.

This time, he didn’t hold back his strength, and his teeth almost pierced Yang Xiaobei’s lower lip.

“Hiss—Didn’t expect you to belong to the dog zodiac?” Yang Xiaobei winced in pain, muttering vaguely.

Song Siheng’s eye corners turned red, finally letting go of his lip, and then just looked straight at Yang Xiaobei.

Half a minute later, he turned his gaze away, and in a very low voice, he said, “I…”

An “I” fell, but there was no following predicate.

Yang Xiaobei looked at his face and asked softly, “What about you?”

Song Siheng turned his back, his shoulder blades rising and falling slightly before he spoke softly, “I’m leaving first.”