The Villain Saves The Male Lead

Fang didn't take much time to get ready. His outfit was well matched with Ren's - while they couldn't be called couple outfits, the effect when they stood together was quite harmonious.

"You grow better looking by the day," Ren complained jokingly.

Fang looked at him seriously. "You don't like it?"

"Of course I do!" Ren said quickly. "You're a rare beauty - as lovely on the outside as you are within." He threw a gentle arm around Fang's shoulders. "You're growing up well, too. You're almost my height now. Soon enough, you'll be taller than me."

Fang looked quite pleased at the idea of being taller. "You don't mind, do you? That I'd be taller?"

Ren blinked in confusion. "Why would I mind? Once you are all tall and strong, I'm going to throw all the work to you and laze around. It's a good thing for me!"

Fang chuckled. "You don't really mean that," he said. "And Pax would murder me if you really do it...do you want me to be killed?"

Ren hugged him tightly. "No one's allowed to lay a finger on you while I'm alive!" he swore.

Fang hugged him back, feeling quite satisfied. This was the happiness that he had always missed. Someone to love him and cherish him and protect him. And he wanted to do the same for Ren, too.

Steward Paul knocked on the door. "The car is ready, Master Ren, Young Master Fang," he announced.

The two young men separated reluctantly and stepped out of the room.

Steward Paul gasped in shock when he saw Ren's outfit.

Ren smirked. "Fang has decided to take over my wardrobe," he announced.

Steward Paul hummed appreciatively. "Young Master Fang has excellent taste," he said.

"Fang tells me I'll look better with long hair," Ren informed him. "So I'll be growing my hair out."

Steward Paul looked quite appalled, but didn't protest. Master Ren was still quite young, after all. If he wanted to look like a punk, perhaps it would be better to let him indulge himself - he would probably get over it by himself.

Fang looked rather embarrassed at Steward Paul's expression.

Ren, however, was quite pleased.

Steward Paul accompanied them to the entrance, where a car was waiting for them. Ren, who still used his wheelchair when going out, was helped by Fang.

"Does it still hurt?" Fang asked softly, feeling guilty again.

Ren shook his head, laughing. "Nope. I'm fit as a fiddle now. I just want to milk it for a bit to get some leeway from Pax." He didn't mention that he and Pax were also using this opportunity to weed out some rats from Sirocco.

Fang was reassured, and quickly got into the car as well. He looked forward to the day when he could drive in Cosmopolis. Would Ren let him chauffeur him around? Wouldn't that be nice?

Fang took a deep breath to calm himself. He was aware of his growing desire to monopolise Ren. He wanted to take over every aspect of Ren's life. He wanted to integrate himself into everything Ren did...so that Ren wouldn't be able to live without him. He wanted Ren to depend on him more and more until he was as essential to Ren as air itself. Of course, Fang also realised that this dark desire of his was quite abnormal...and he tried his best to keep it under wraps. He really didn't want to scare Ren away...he was certain that he wouldn't be able to survive if Ren left him.

"What's bothering my darling Fang?" Ren asked quietly, reaching out to hold Fang's hand. "You're making a rather scary face now."

Fang shook his head. There was no he could tell Ren about this.

Fortunately, he didn't have to.

"Master Ren, Young Master Fang, we have arrived," the driver said politely.

Ren looked at Fang, concerned. "Ready?" he asked gently. "We can wait for a bit before stepping out."

Fang shook his head and smiled at him. "No need," he said lightly. "Let's go. We don't want them to drink you into bankruptcy, right?"

Ren chuckled.

Fang stepped out first and then helped Ren into the wheelchair. As if summoned, Wolf appeared by their side just a heartbeat later.

"You're late," Wolf complained as he led the two of them into a private banquet hall within the restaurant. He squinted at Ren. "You look different."

Ren smirked. "Fang took over my wardrobe and dressed me. Am I not especially handsome today?" He had no qualms in showing off!

Wolf rolled his eyes. "At least Fang's got more sense than you. You have the fashion sense of a ninety-five year old banker. For once, you look fresh."

"My boyfriend is a rare talent," Ren said proudly.

"Can't disagree with that," Wolf said, winking at Fang.

The Blue Wolves cheered when the trio entered the room. The gang members had earned a lot recently, thanks to Ren's activities. Also, most of them were quite familiar with Fang by now and trained with him often - they saw him as a cute little brother.

Dinner was fun. Wolf was slightly drunk and narrated lots of funny stories about Ren to Fang, while the latter listened attentively, remembering every word. He felt both happy and jealous.

A female member of the Blue Wolves suddenly approached Ren. She was clearly a bit drunk, from the flush on her cheeks.

"Excuse me, CEO Ren...are you and Fang dating?" she asked shyly.

Fang narrowed his eyes at the woman. Was she trying to seduce Ren? He pursed his lips. Perhaps it was best for Ren to keep his conservative old style suits that screamed "stay away" after all.

Ren, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to his own charms. He thought the woman wanted to steal Fang away. So, he quickly grabbed Fang's arm and pulled him close.

"Fang and I are dating," he announced, his voice clear and firm.. "No one's allowed to bully him, and no one's allowed to try to steal him away from me. He is mine!"