Disobedience To Control chapter 7
Three Chapters on Agreement
“Get in.” Song Siheng nudged his shin with the back of his foot.
“You could be gentler.” Yang Xiaobei jumped up from the ground and rubbed his Achilles tendon.
“You’re asking me to be gentle?” Song Siheng shot him a sharp glance. But as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt the argument was too ambiguous, so he remained silent.
Drip—
Song Siheng swiped open the door of the suite with the room card. Yang Xiaobei, like a boneless fish, slipped in through the crack of the door without making way for the person behind him.
“I feel like I’m freezing outside.” Once inside, he waved his hand and threw his backpack onto the sofa in the living room, then took off his coat.
“Hang it in the wardrobe by the door.” Song Siheng couldn’t bear to look directly at him, pointing towards the entrance.
“You’re so strict.” Yang Xiaobei clicked his tongue.
“You don’t have to follow the rules.” Song Siheng stood still, expressionless, then pointed towards the door. “Pack up and leave.”
Yang Xiaobei immediately sprang into action, obediently placing his backpack and coat into the wardrobe by the door.
“Did you have plans tonight? I messaged you but didn’t get a reply.” Yang Xiaobei, like a schoolkid, stood behind Song Siheng and asked.
“I didn’t see it.” Song Siheng took off his coat, draping it over his arm.
At first, Yang Xiaobei didn’t move, so Song Siheng glanced back at him. Yang Xiaobei quickly took his coat and neatly hung it in the closet.
“How could you not see it? I sent over a dozen messages!” Yang Xiaobei took out his phone, opened the message history, displaying a dozen or so chat boxes.
“Blacklisted.” Song Siheng glanced at it and then averted his gaze.
“You blacklisted me?! You spend so much money to support me, why blacklist me?” Yang Xiaobei looked shocked. “Rich people like you are really strange.”
Song Siheng didn’t know what came over him; he felt irritated whenever he was with this person.
He stared at Yang Xiaobei’s face for four or five seconds and then forced out a sentence, “Who’s the strange one here?”
Then Song Siheng took a deep breath, remembering his purpose for coming today.
“Where are the things?” He reached out his hand towards Yang Xiaobei.
“Oh, right.” Yang Xiaobei had to turn back and retrieve a transparent folder from his backpack.
“I don’t have any contagious diseases, so don’t worry.” Yang Xiaobei opened the thin medical report and quickly flipped through it to show Song Siheng.
Song Siheng glanced over it briefly: Name – Yang Xiaobei, Gender – Male, Height – 189 cm, Weight – 85 kg.
Yang Xiaobei noticed his gaze and quickly flexed his arm. “I have dense muscles, and my body fat is low. Don’t believe me? I’ll take you to the gym someday to check.”
“No need.” Song Siheng pushed away his arm.
He was well aware of Yang Xiaobei’s body fat and muscles.
“Oh, I also took a photo. Wanna see?” Yang Xiaobei asked with a smile.
Song Siheng thought of the strange photo he received in the message and looked back at him. “What kind of photo is it this time?”
Seeing his softened attitude, Yang Xiaobei approached and hooked his arm around Song Siheng’s shoulder. “Ahem, it’s a bit revealing.”
Song Siheng cleared his throat but didn’t respond.
Yang Xiaobei chuckled twice and then pulled out something from the document bag on the table.
Song Siheng followed his hand’s movement.
In front of him was an incredibly clear CT scan of a spine. A row of bright white bones was imprinted in the middle.
Song Siheng paused for a few seconds, then opened his arms, walked to the sofa, and pulled open the drawer of the adjacent low cabinet.
Yang Xiaobei quickly put down the CT in his hand. “What are you looking for?”
“I’m looking for a handy weapon.” Song Siheng didn’t look up.
“What for?”
“To split open your brain and see what’s inside.”
“Is that why you called me here today?” Yang Xiaobei took the opportunity to open the bedroom door. Inside, there was a large bed with neat beige bedding.
At the foot of the bed were two swans made from towels, neatly arranged by the maid.
“Honeymoon suite.” Yang Xiaobei grinned shamelessly.
But Song Siheng sat down in the living room, half-leaning on the sofa, without looking at him. “Come back.”
Yang Xiaobei was puzzled, turning his head to look at him.
Song Siheng said, “I have a few things to clarify with you in advance.”
He spoke seriously, causing Yang Xiaobei to suppress his smile and sit across from him.
“What things? Why so serious…”
Seeing him settled, Song Siheng looked up at him. “Just setting the rules in advance to avoid any complications later. It’s good for both of us.”
Yang Xiaobei sat uncomfortably. “Go ahead, I’m listening.”
“First, our relationship is purely a casual one. During our meetings, you’re not allowed to talk about feelings, let alone ask any questions about my personal life.”
Yang Xiaobei was stunned, taking a few seconds before responding, “For example? Shouldn’t I at least know your name?”
To this day, Yang Xiaobei only had one detail of his; phone number.
“You don’t need to know.” Song Siheng blinked.
“What should I call you then? Can’t call you ‘boss,’ that’s too weird.”
Song Siheng didn’t answer, continuing, “Second, I don’t like strange smells. Without my permission, you can’t use any perfume.”
Yang Xiaobei nodded. “Don’t worry, I don’t have that habit.”
“Third, don’t pry into my privacy. If I find out you’ve secretly gone through my phone or computer, our agreement will immediately end.”
Yang Xiaobei furrowed his brows. “What do you mean by ‘pry into’? What if one day you tell me yourself? Is that considered prying?”
Song Siheng glanced at him. “Don’t worry, I won’t.”
Yang Xiaobei adjusted his collar. “You have a lot of rules.”
Song Siheng stood up, looking down at him. “Do you think you’re worth so much? Ten thousand to buy you, the remaining forty thousand as hush money.”
This statement caught Yang Xiaobei off guard.
Then he remembered something and asked, “Okay. But can you take me off your blacklist first? What if there’s an emergency?”
Song Siheng nodded. “You reminded me. Fourth, only I can contact you. Without my permission, you can’t contact me.”
He didn’t want to receive any more nonsense nude photos during important meetings.
Yang Xiaobei folded his arms. “Okay.”
Song Siheng was surprised by his straightforwardness. But he didn’t expect him to immediately follow up, “But it’ll cost you extra.”
Yang Xiaobei propped up his arm and leaned closer. “Boss, these are all additional terms. You didn’t mention it last time. It’s only fair to charge more for these, right?”
Song Siheng’s impression of Yang Xiaobei changed from impulsive to insatiable.
Unfortunately, he had experienced too many negotiations like this, and Yang Xiaobei’s bargaining skills weren’t up to par.
“Adding money is fine, you can strive for bonuses with your own efforts,” Song Siheng said.
Upon hearing about bonuses, Yang Xiaobei’s eyes lit up. “There will be bonuses too?”
Song Siheng nodded slightly. “Of course, if you perform well.”
“What does it mean to perform well?”
“Depends on my mood.”
“Ugh…” Yang Xiaobei suddenly lost his energy and slouched back against the sofa.
“No, let me ask you.” Yang Xiaobei scrutinized Song Siheng carefully from head to toe and then blurted out, “You’re quite handsome and wealthy. How come you don’t have a partner?”
Song Siheng was struck by his directness but remained calm.
But it seemed this person was intent on pouring fuel on the fire. “Is it because you usually suppress yourself too much? Or do you have some special fetish that scares people away?”
As he spoke, Yang Xiaobei immediately covered his chest. “If you’re into some kinky stuff, count me out. I’m still young. If things go wrong, my life will be ruined.”
Song Siheng took a deep breath and looked at him. “Go on.”
Yang Xiaobei continued without hesitation, “I agreed to your request because our first experience wasn’t bad. But if you turn out to be a pervert, I have the right to resign voluntarily.”
Song Siheng nodded and even chuckled. However, this chuckle sent a chill down Yang Xiaobei’s spine.
He then raised his eyelids. “Well said, I’ll deduct five thousand from your pay this month.”
Yang Xiaobei was shocked. “Hey, why are you starting to deduct money now?”
Song Siheng said, “With bonuses naturally come penalties. You’re still in your probation period, don’t you understand?”
At this moment, Song Siheng once again gained the upper hand. Yang Xiaobei realized he couldn’t argue with him, so he stopped beating around the bush.
Stretching out his arm, he fumbled for the switch panel beside the sofa. With a buzz, the electric curtains in the living room gradually closed.
Then he turned off the main light in the room, leaving only a dim floor lamp.
Song Siheng watched his actions. “What are you doing?”
Yang Xiaobei didn’t beat around the bush this time. He crossed his arms, then lifted his upper body and took off his T-shirt, revealing his muscular physique.
“Come on, it’s still the probation period, right?”
Song Siheng tilted his head, watching his performance.
Yang Xiaobei stepped over the sofa and straddled Song Siheng’s sides.
“In the probation period, we should indeed try things out.”
After speaking, he reached out and grabbed Song Siheng’s shirt collar. But he exerted too much force, and the first button popped open, falling onto the soft carpet.
Song Siheng frowned slightly. “You’ve damaged it, so there will be a deduction.”
Only then did Yang Xiaobei relax his grip. “You’re dressed so formally, I don’t even know how to start. Can you wear that cheap hoodie next time?”
Song Siheng chuckled lightly, not willing to tell him that the “cheap hoodie” he mentioned last time was actually more expensive than this shirt.
Yang Xiaobei didn’t move for a while. Song Siheng reached out and grabbed his wrist, exposing his smooth neck.
He placed Yang Xiaobei’s hand on the second button of his shirt without looking him in the eye. Then his Adam’s apple rolled slightly, and he said in a low voice, “Be careful, unbutton slowly.”