A Good-for-Nothing

159. Terribly Annoyed (1)

Translator: Dragon Rider

In the apartment.

He Zheng was sitting cross-legged on a sofa. Poor Supt. Li, though not having even sat down for a second after returning from work, had to mop the floor first.

He Zheng was reliving the moments when He Changchun’s and He Yu’s faces had been livid just now and when the former had been speechless with rage, sheer contentment flooding him in waves.

It didn’t take much careful thought for He Zheng to know why He Changchun and He Yu had paid him this visit — some base character had incited them.

Eyes on the man who was slaving around, He Zheng stroked his chin and said, “Hey.”

Li Zong turned to looked at him.

“How did you lose your position as vice-superintendent?”

Li Zong gave him a sketchy but honest account of what had happened.

“Humph. It never occurred to me that things are so complicated in your bureau as well.” He Zheng was indignant about the way Li Zong had been treated, but he knew that Li Zong was no fool and had his own way of handling things, so he was not worried and just said, “It seems that Qiao Peiyu and He Yu used the old fart. She made mischief in front of him, who ended up becoming her instrument and came to me to kick up a stink. Their intention was probably to have me and him sever our relations, so that the old fart would make up his mind to make He Qin or He Yu the heir to the Welkin Upender.”

After thinking about it for a few moments, He Zheng went fretful again. “The old fart is so shameless, and so are Qiao Peiyu and the other two. They seem to be getting all the good stuff.”

Li Zong washed his hands, walked up to He Zheng who was still angry, and sat down beside him. He Zheng was confused with anger, but Li Zong felt that this flat-chested little guy was pretty interesting when in a fit of temper, looking like a powder keg with a hissing fuse.

He glanced at his watch and saw that there was still half an hour.

In some occasions Li Zong could be rather wicked. It was not until He Zheng had sulked for over ten minutes that he slightly curved his lips and decided to confide a secret to He Zheng. “You’re the only heir to the Welkin Upender. Neither He Yu nor He Qin are eligible for it.”

“?”

Li Zong raised his hands to unbutton He Zheng’s shirt. Not long ago they’d had some wild sex and He Zheng knew that Li Zong was mostly a gentleman but absolutely inhuman when in bed. He was just about to curse him for being an old goat when he found that Li Zong merely undid his top two buttons to reveal a small patch of his chest, briefly fingered it and didn’t do anything else.

As the pulp of Li Zong’s finger slid across his chest, He Zheng felt somewhat uncomfortable and gave a twitch.

Of course He Zheng knew what was on it. It’d been after the yin jade shattered that the small patch of birthmark had begun to appear.

“Your ancestors imposed some restraints on the Welkin Upender. The firstborn son of the patriarch’s legal wife is the sole heir to it. Nobody else would be able to wield its power no matter how hard they try.”

He Zheng really had never expected this. He said amusedly, “So Qiao Peiyu and her children’s wishful thinking fell through.”

Li Zong swept He Zheng into his embrace and ran his fingers through his hair. “I know you never liked them. Originally I couldn’t be bothered to deal with them, but they kept making trouble for you. You find it annoying as well, don’t you?”

“How could I not find it annoying?” He Zheng rolled his eyes upwards. “If it weren’t for my lack of a powerful enough backer, I would’ve wasted them long ago. Every one of them has been a pain in the ass to me for so many years!”

Li Zong looked at him with a shadow of a smile. “You really feel your backer is not powerful enough?”

At the sight of Li Zong’s facial expression, He Zheng came to understand what he meant. He was just about to rebuke Li Zong for being increasingly shameless when Li Zong’s cellphone vibrated. Li Zong fished it out and saw that it was a text message from Li Tiangang, which said that He Changchun at this moment was bustling around making proclamations of his disownment of He Zheng.

He Zheng lying against Li Zong’s chest saw distinctly every word on the phone screen. The smile on his face faded completely. Although he really didn’t care much, it still upset him that the old fart had begun to do this so soon, as if he’d been meaning to get rid of him for many years.

“I’ll handle it.” Li Zong rubbed He Zheng’s head, raised his cellphone slightly to keep the screen out of He Zheng’s sight, made a reply to Li Tiangang with a few words and then put the cellphone away.

Seeing that He Zheng was sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a dazed look, Li Zong inwardly let out a sigh. The reason why he’d hurried back as fast as he could after the gatekeeper informed him of He Zheng’s family members’ visit was because he didn’t want He Zheng to be unhappy. Coaxing him out of his temper had taken a lot of doing, but now He Zheng was in a foul mood again.

Poor Li Zong, who barely had any experience in consoling others, was at a loss what to do.

Um… in that soap drama Zu Zhichong had been watching previously, the male lead seemed to be calling his lover “Sweetie”?

Li Zong decided to give it a shot and walked up to He Zheng, who, caught flat-footed, was bodily scooped up from the sofa and gave a start. “What are you do–”

“Stop sulking, Sweetie.”

He Zheng, “…”

The next second, He Zheng dissolved into chuckle. What with the lack of proper facial expressions on Li Zong’s face, he appeared rather awkward as he uttered the word “Sweetie”. This was the first time that He Zheng, who’d been a pleasure-pursuer for many years and had acquaintance with flirtation coming out of his ears, had seen someone do it this way. He immediately forgot about the matter that he’d been upset about, blinked his eyes and said, “The next time you do this, put more efforts into it, will you? You need a little more facial expression to go with that word.”

“How about you provide a demonstration?” Li Zong lifted his eyebrows.

Without any bashful bearing, He Zheng affectionately craned closer and nibbled Li Zong’s ear playfully, his hot breath spraying over his ear lobes. “You got it, my dear?”

He Zheng had said the word “My dear” in a gravelly and pleasant voice, quickening Li Zong’s heartbeat drastically. Added to this the look on He Zheng’s face and how close the two of them were… The effect was indeed very good.

Normally, Li Zong was a man of a pure heart and few desires who was capable of controlling himself even when in a state of intense arousal, but the words “my dear” seemed to have a magical effect on him. On that day, He Zheng’s using a similar form of address at the end of a phone call was the very reason why Li Zong decided to make his move.

Pinned against the sofa, He Zheng was given a long, vigorous kiss and his whole body went limp. Of all Li Zong’s strong points, the most obvious one was his ability to learn things quickly. He Zheng had always been proud of himself for being a good kisser, but now Li Zong seemed to overshadow him in this regard. He Zheng was too intoxicated with this kiss to feel any anger.

Li Zong was on a short leave of absence and still had to go back to work. Feeling it unwise to leave He Zheng at home alone, he took He Zheng to SMB with him, which was a decision made to both their relief.

The two of them were happy, but people of the He family had been thrown into total confusion.

He Changchun had been in towering exasperation when he’d been in the car, for Li Zong had left no room of maneuver whatsoever by making those remarks, and neither had he shown any regard for the He family. He Yu had been even more angrier than her father, spouting all the slanderous words and curses she could find in her mind. Unable to restrain his fury, the moment he’d left the Century Town, He Changchun had directly set off to declare that he’d disowned He Zheng.

If truth be told, He Changchun had always felt that to him, He Zheng was someone of little significance.

His disownment of He Zheng proclaimed, his anger vented, He Changchun felt a sense of relief, but unexpectedly, trouble followed in the wake of the declaration.