How To Thank You For Saving Me Chapter 2

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How To Thank You For Saving Me 救命之恩无以为报

Author

Retrospect

Publisher

CP 长佩文学

Translator

ECirce

Chapter 2

Dragging along his suitcase, Yan Zhuo called a cab on the street. The driver helped him put the suitcase in. After getting into the car, he unlocked his phone and said, 'Get me to Kai Yue Hotel (1).'
The Kai Yue Hotel of D city was popular among celebs. Shen Ji was on business trip yet sleeping next door to a bunch of seductresses. He bit his teeth grudgingly and twitched his eyebrows before striding into the cab. Well, he'll make sure none of their seductive tricks work.
After sending a friend request to no avail, Yan Zhuo decided to ask Ning Yao for aid at the expense of the latter man's midday nap. This interrogation yielded him the news that Shen Ji was currently on a business trip to D city. Without a second thought, Yan Zhuo packed some clothes and booked the flight from A city to D. If there was little chance through social network, he could always take the move in real life.
The driver could not help but observed Yan Zhuo from within the rearview mirror. It was getting dark now. The gentleman in the back seat had half his countenance covered by sungla.s.ses and was wearing a well-fitted trench coat. Out of suspicion, he quickly went through the names of the few celebs he knew, but none of the names seemed to match that face.
Yan Zhuo was taking a short nap in a cozy position, only to be woken up by the driver when they arrived. Yan Zhuo's sleepy eyes shew as he took off the sungla.s.ses and paid the fee. As he walked towards the hotel, the chilling wind of the evening got under his thin coat and drove the drowsiness away. He had obviously overestimated the temperature.
Showing his ID at reception, he got the key card and stepped into the elevator with his suitcase. There were two other men in the elevator. One of them was rather tall in stature, with only a tight black T-s.h.i.+rt tucked under a pair of jeans, showing off his tiny waist and long legs. He wore a white cap with the brim bent quite low, and only the chiseled chin was visible.
Yan Zhuo only casted one glance at them, but it was not long before the other one spoke in a low voice, 'Say what you must when you're with Mr. Shen.'
Yan Zhuo picked up the 'Mr. Shen' instantly. He gripped his right arm with left hand and turned slightly to take a second look. 'Got it.' The guy in T-s.h.i.+rt replied with a tender, sweet voice. The moment Yan Zhuo's attention s.h.i.+fted back to the guy in T-s.h.i.+rt, the elevator arrives at the floor all three of them were going to.
The two men walked ahead and stopped outside Room 1607. The guy in T-s.h.i.+rt took off the cap and smoothed his hair.
Flaunting that good look. Yan Zhuo immediately thought of that phrase with eyes hovering over that guy's waistline. The label of pretty lil' fairy (2) is firmly attached.
The agent standing beside him spoke, 'You've been working hard this year, no matter what. Whatever you ask for, he shouldn't deny you. Don't feel restrained.'
Yan Zhuo watched that door opened up slightly after a few knocks. It closed again as soon as that man entered. His agent seemed somewhat sorry about losing his little lamb to someone else. He twitched his fingers and glanced at Yan Zhuo, who was standing beside him, looking rather suspicious with sungla.s.ses on in the evening. Said suspicious individual took the key card out of his pocket and unlocked the door to Room 1606.
He'd better set Shen Ji's habitat on fire so that he got nowhere to hide. It was a good idea because then there would be no more little fairies queuing up to get with Mr. Shen. He had just arrived, and already he saw someone getting on with exactly that. He tossed the sungla.s.ses aside, pulled over a chair, and sit behind the door. He peeked at his watch. It was 22.28.
Rounding up to 23.00. What was he doing, going to Shen Ji's room so late at night? The thought of two of them left alone in a room was starting to make Yan Zhuo a little restless. He put his hand on the k.n.o.b and stepped out just to see the guy in T-s.h.i.+rt exiting from Shen Ji's room. He threw a flowing look at Yan Zhuo. That was a pair of alluring eyes.
Yan Zhuo reached out to stop the door of 1607 and snickered, 'Desperate to sleep on that bed of thin ice, aren't you?'

The guy in T-s.h.i.+rt simply stared at him without visible response. No sooner did Yan Zhuo twitched his lips, about to spit out some more insults, when someone pulled the door open, pulling him in along with it, hand still on the k.n.o.b.
The warmth of that palm on his back sent thrills to the fingertips and immediately dispersed any concerns for that guy in T-s.h.i.+rt. Yet that touch did not last. Shen Ji backed down as soon as Yan Zhuo regained his balance. Shen Ji was always shunning him as if he was some kind of curse on his life. Once again, Yan Zhuo bit his teeth bitterly at that thought.
'Why are you here?' Inquired Shen Ji as Yan Zhuo had expected, frowning.
Yan Zhuo was not eager to reply. He felt a little relief as he saw Shen Ji's s.h.i.+rt still fully b.u.t.toned up, his clothes tidy. He casted a glance towards the door, but the guy in T-s.h.i.+rt was nowhere to be found. He was not planning to leave any time soon, so he walked past Shen Ji and entered his room. 1607 and 1606 were so designed that they formed a kind of symmetry. 'Could I please ask Mr. Shen to at least not be naughty at night? A mere wall does not block out noises, you know. I can hear the dropping of a needle next door.'
Shen Ji could not be bothered by such babblings but pulled out his phone and called Yan Zhuo's accomplice. Ning Yao did not answer, obviously aware of his guilty involvement. Shen Ji had just blocked Yan Zhuo yesterday and now this man was standing right in front of him, in the flesh. Shen Ji looked around and saw Yan Zhuo casually strided away to sit on the bed. Shen Ji made sure his bottom did not even touch the bed sheet before he kicked him out.
No more response came out of that door from Shen Ji, even as Yan Zhuo knocked again and again. Some pa.s.ser-by in the corridor had been looking at him for a while. Yan Zhuo was somewhat intimidated by Shen Ji. As a person, he was like an ice cube that froze both your hands before you could melt it for the slightest. But as for why he, never quite giving a d.a.m.n about anything, was so intimidated by Shen Ji and Shen Ji alone, the explanation Yan Zhuo gave himself was that he tried to behave as well as he could for the sake of this hopeless love.
Giving up for tonight, Yan Zhuo ruffled his hair, about to go back and take a rest, but after fumbling through every pocket, the key card was nowhere to be found, for he was out in a rush.
After shutting Yan Zhuo out, Shen Ji shut his laptop and went to take a shower. Washed up and refreshed, he put on a dressing gown and walked to the door. Someone was knocking lightly.
Shen Ji frowned again. 'Shen Ji, are you in bed already?' That someone outside whispered, 'If not, could you please open the door? I may have to be out on the street tonight. I left my key card…'
Yan Zhuo knocked for twenty minutes, unaware that the person on the other side of that door was in shower. He was mostly just knocking to his own delight after the first ten minutes. 'What, why, Mr. Shen, have you got no night life at all?' He teased.

It felt kind of secure, leaning against that door. Suddenly that support was gone, and he nearly fell face down on the floor. Well that was a nice surprise, seeing him standing in there. There were still all kinds of obstacles between them, but at least the physical one was gone for now.
He curved his lips into a smile and pretended to be as helpless as he could, 'Elevator's down. Couldn't even get down to the street. Mr. Shen, would you be so kind to take me in for the night?'

Translator’s Note

(1) This here might also be the Chinese name for Hyatt

(2) The original word '小妖精' does not have the obvious connotation of h.o.m.os.e.xuality like ‘fairy’ does, but this might be the closest word I remember.