Disobedience To Control chapter 67
Private Date
Song Siheng returned to the barbecue restaurant, walked to the front desk to pay the bill, but was told that the table had already been settled.
He looked up at the three people waiting for a taxi on the side of the road, and Yang Xiaobei waved to him, winking.
Song Siheng smiled helplessly, watched them get into a taxi, then turned and walked back to his car, ready to start the engine.
Before the car had driven a few hundred meters, his phone suddenly rang. A new unread message.
He swiped and glanced at it, Yang Xiaobei sent him a location.
Below was a line of text: “Can you wear the shirt you wore at the press conference tomorrow?”
Song Siheng frowned, trying to recall. He wore a dark satin shirt inside his suit on the day of the press conference.
After Song Siheng returned home, he called Li Ke.
“I’m taking two days off the day after tomorrow.”
Although it was over the phone, Song Siheng could sense Li Ke’s surprise.
“You’re taking time off again?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright, but the executive meeting for the fourth quarter has already been scheduled for tomorrow morning at ten o’clock. The management from both Jiangcheng and North City branches have been notified. Do you need me to postpone it for you?”
“No need. I’ll join the meeting online tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Li Ke agreed and hung up the phone.
Song Siheng suddenly felt like his bottom line was being gradually lowered. He opened WeChat and saw a new message from Yang Xiaobei: “Are you sure about taking a day off tomorrow?”
He thought for a moment and replied with four words: “This is an exception.”
Starting from seven o’clock the next morning, Song Siheng kept receiving urgent WeChat messages from Yang Xiaobei.
Finally, at half past eight, the two met at the place Yang Xiaobei had arranged. After he parked the car, he looked up and felt that this place was overly familiar.
“Returning to the old place.” Yang Xiaobei put his arm around Song Siheng’s shoulder. “Reliving old memories.”
The café along the street had already opened its doors, with a few white-collar workers sitting sporadically, carrying briefcases.
“What would you like? Americano?” Yang Xiaobei pushed open the door of the café downstairs and turned to ask Song Siheng.
“Anything is fine.” Song Siheng leaned against the side of the bar counter, watching him order.
Yang Xiaobei ordered for takeaway, and within a few minutes, the barista had packed it up and handed the paper bag to him.
“Let’s go.” Yang Xiaobei called out to Song Siheng.
Fifteen minutes later, Yang Xiaobei pushed open the door to the top-floor suite of the hotel.
Song Siheng shook his head and smiled. They had stayed in this suite for several weekends before.
“Is this your idea of a date?” Song Siheng walked in familiarly, unbuttoning his coat and casually draping it on the coat rack at the entrance. “Who takes someone straight to a hotel for a date?”
“I only have two days. Can’t afford to waste time,” Yang Xiaobei said confidently.
“It costs at least five thousand yuan to stay here for one night. Where did you get the money?” Song Siheng asked. Not to mention they had also checked in early, which would only increase the cost.
“I have a ten thousand yuan prize from the competition.”
“Since when did the organizers pay out so quickly?” Song Siheng glanced at him. “Even if you have ten thousand yuan, spending five thousand on a hotel seems a bit extravagant.”
“Why are you suddenly concerned about saving money? This is our first date, and spending all ten thousand is worth it,” Yang Xiaobei said, closing the door before noticing what Song Siheng was wearing inside.
“Didn’t we agree that you would wear that shirt?”
Song Siheng looked down and clicked his tongue. “Do I have to wear it just because you told me to?”
The corners of Yang Xiaobei’s mouth twitched, but before he could speak, Song Siheng threw a paper bag from behind.
“I brought it.”
Opening the paper bag, inside was the satin shirt.
Yang Xiaobei hugged his waist. “I knew you wouldn’t refuse.”
After saying that, he buried his head in Song Siheng’s neck, couldn’t help but chuckle softly, and his right hand slid down along his waistline, seemingly about to slip under the shirt.
Song Siheng grabbed his wrist and pushed his head away, then glanced at his wrist. It was already past nine o’clock.
“Hold on, I have an online meeting at ten.”
“We still have forty minutes, plenty of time.”
“What do you mean plenty of time?” Before Song Siheng could react, he was lifted up and carried to the bed in the inner room.
Yang Xiaobei raised his hand to take off his shirt and threw it onto the walnut-colored floor.
“The first round. We have plenty of time.” He leaned over Song Siheng, putting the satin shirt on his shoulders. “Can you change into this?”
Only then did Song Siheng understand his intention. “You never change, do you?”
“I couldn’t resist when I saw you on stage that day.” Yang Xiaobei unbuttoned the light-colored shirt Song Siheng was wearing. He lost patience after unbuttoning the third one and was ready to tear it open.
“Can you be gentle?” Song Siheng pressed down his backhand. “Let me do it.”
His slender fingers slid over the smooth buttons like jade. Inch by inch, gradually revealing the pristine skin.
Yang Xiaobei’s breath tightened, staring motionlessly at his fingers.
Song Siheng threw his shirt aside onto the back of the chair and then asked him, “What’s next? How do I wear it?”
“Just button the bottom two buttons.”
Half a minute later, Song Siheng’s upper half was exposed, and his abdomen was hidden beneath the close-fitting fabric.
“Too sexy.” Yang Xiaobei couldn’t bear it anymore, lowering his head to press down on Song Siheng’s shoulder. The two fell into the soft mattress together.
In the midst of rapid breathing, Yang Xiaobei stretched out his arm and groped for a square plastic package from the head of the bed.
Song Siheng lifted his head and saw several of them stacked on the bedside table.
“Are you prepared to spend all your money?”
“Even if I die here tonight, it’s worth it,” Yang Xiaobei laughed softly beside his neck.
“Shut up.” Song Siheng covered his mouth, but his palm was licked by his tongue.
Half an hour later —
“Yang Xiaobei, you liar! Didn’t you say we’d have one round in forty minutes?!” Song Siheng’s fingers clenched the bed sheet tightly, his waist and abdomen almost losing balance.
“Don’t worry, it won’t delay your meeting.” Yang Xiaobei’s movements didn’t stop.
Eight minutes later, he finally let go of Song Siheng’s arm, which was tightly gripping his waist and abdomen. The two buttons under the shirt had long since disappeared.
Disorderly, unrestrained, the world spinned wildly.
Song Siheng lay on the bed, his phone vibrating incessantly.
Yang Xiaobei, feeling refreshed, picked up the phone and handed it to him. “Answer it.”
Song Siheng opened his eyes, cleared his throat, and said to the person on the other end, “It’s not very convenient for video, let’s switch to voice.”
After a couple of beeps, Song Siheng switched to voice.
No one could have imagined that this seemingly decisive behind-the-scenes big boss was now sitting on the bed in a hotel suite, disheveled, with a young man clinging to his waist behind him.
“Go on, answer it,” Yang Xiaobei said with a breathy voice in his ear.
Song Siheng pushed him away, but he quickly wrapped himself around again.
“Um,” Song Siheng responded to the voices in his earphones.
Fingers began to roam around his waist and abdomen, and he held Yang Xiaobei’s wrist.
“Okay, let’s proceed with this plan.” Song Siheng tried to maintain a steady tone.
On the other end of the meeting, there seemed to be a discussion starting, and the voices in the earpiece became noisy. Yang Xiaobei leaned on his shoulder, gently nibbling his earlobe. Song Siheng wished he could split himself in two, with one half focused on handling his overly affectionate boyfriend.
His earlobe was kissed by moist lips, and a tingling sensation ran down Song Siheng’s spine.
“Uh—” He couldn’t help but let out a hum.
“What’s wrong?” Li Ke asked through the headset.
“Nothing.” Song Siheng steadied himself. “Continue.”
“The contract will be reviewed by the legal department once again. If there are no issues, arrange a time to sign with the other party.” Song Siheng issued the final instruction.
The agonizing twenty minutes passed, and the meeting finally came to a close.
As the voice call closed, Song Siheng’s nerves finally relaxed.
He was about to question Yang Xiaobei, but the latter suddenly stood up and walked past him.
“At least put on some pants,” Song Siheng clicked his tongue.
Soon, Yang Xiaobei returned from the entrance hall, holding a long box in his hand.
“What’s this?” Song Siheng asked.
Yang Xiaobei clicked open the box. “I was supposed to give this to you when we came in earlier, but I was in a hurry.”
Inside the box was a navy blue tie with a subtle pattern.
Song Siheng sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him. “As far as I know, this brand is quite expensive.”
“I didn’t get you a birthday present last time, so I’m making up for it now.” Yang Xiaobei took out the tie and handed it to Song Siheng.
Song Siheng ran his fingers over the fabric, then suddenly smiled.
“Hey, why are you just smiling? Isn’t it romantic? Shouldn’t you immediately hug me and give me a passionate kiss?” Yang Xiaobei looked at his expression, feeling a bit apprehensive.
“This gift really touched my heart. Thank you.” Song Siheng showed him a beautiful smile. “It’s just what I needed right now.”
“What?” Before Yang Xiaobei could finish his sentence, his wrists were tightly bound by the navy blue tie.
“Are you breaking the rules?!” Yang Xiaobei wasn’t one to back down either, immediately struggling to break free, and soon the tie’s knot loosened.
Song Siheng flipped him over, pressed him onto the mattress, then straddled his thighs and held his escaping right wrist.
“So determined, yet you still want to control what I wear.” Song Siheng draped the shirt over him, the dark satin fabric shining, making his skin even more enticing.
“What were you thinking when I was speaking on stage? Huh?”
Yang Xiaobei looked at Song Siheng in this state, feeling a bit stunned.
The curtains were not fully drawn, and a ray of sunlight fell on his profile.
“Do you know what I was thinking when I saw you for the first time?” He didn’t answer Song Siheng’s question.
“What were you thinking?”
“The day before I met you, I just got my test results from the hospital. And then the next day, fate let me meet you. I was thinking, if I were to die in the arms of this person, it would be worth it. After I die, my tombstone will say, ‘Even as a ghost, still romantic.'” Yang Xiaobei couldn’t help but laugh as he spoke, but his eyes were still fixed on Song Siheng’s face.
“Idiot.” Song Siheng avoided his fiery gaze.
“Yes, I’m an idiot.” Yang Xiaobei’s right wrist was rubbed red by the tie. He reached out to touch Song Siheng’s cheek, the force extremely gentle. “But a lucky idiot to have met you.”
His eyelashes cast a shadow under the sunlight.
Song Siheng looked at the shadow for a while before speaking.
When the second hand struck the 60th time, Song Siheng suddenly loosened his grip, lay back on his side, and then pulled Yang Xiaobei’s body up on him.
The positions of the two changed quickly.
“Well, let me see how lucky I am.” Song Siheng lifted his eyelids and wrapped his thighs around Yang Xiaobei’s waist.
“Oh fuck…” Yang Xiaobei’s Adam’s apple rolled, and his chest felt as hot as a volcano with magma surging inside.