Deluge

Succumbing to lust under the influence of alcohol was a ploy commonly used, but everyone worked differently. All matters should be handled the right way. For a person like Pei Yu, if Xu Juan tricked him into sleeping with him tonight, then once Pei Yu awoke sober the next day, it would no longer be possible for him to continue his pursuit.

As much as Xu Juan wanted to sleep with Pei Yu, he wasn’t horny to the point where his mind was muddled. 

Since he had the intention of dating, how awful would it be if he forced himself on him while the other was vulnerable.

“Pei laoshi, are you feeling dizzy?” Just a few minutes ago, Xu Juan’s face had been icy while he was being fierce to Li Mengzhou, but right now his voice was exceedingly gentle and tender. He let Pei Yu rest against the seat, cautiously embracing him. “If you’re dizzy, just take a nap. Don’t worry, I’ll wake you once we arrive.”

“……”

Even if Pei Yu weren’t drunk, he was dizzy from being tormented by him. When he looked over, his gaze was full of accusation. 

But the taxi they were sitting in was very dimly-lit, allowing Xu Juan plenty of opportunity to play blind. He leaned closer to Pei Yu and feigned seriousness: “The elderly man who had dinner with you earlier, was that Mr He Mingshu? I thought you were his fan, turns out the two of you are so close.”

Pei Yu said: “He’s my aunt’s husband.”

Xu Juan: “……”

That’s quite the age difference, how old is your aunt exactly?

Xu Juan wasn’t brazen enough to gossip about someone else’s interpersonal relationships. He merely let out a quiet laugh, smoothing over: “What a coincidence, we really are fated. When I was younger, I visited Mr He’s residence quite a few times, because my calligraphy teacher then was good friends with him, and often brought me along. Perhaps we’ve even met as kids.”

This sentence was half false and half true. The first half was true, but the second half was solely based on his imagination, wanting to create some sort of affinity between them. 

However, Pei Yu was a little surprised: “You’ve learnt calligraphy? Who was your teacher?”

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Duan Xiyuan was not only recognized for his calligraphy, he was also well-established in traditional Chinese painting. Xu Juan studied under him for many years and could be considered a formal disciple.

But Xu Juan had no interest in these things. Ever since he decided to “courageously be true to himself” after his twentieth birthday, he hadn’t properly practised his calligraphy or painting.

When Duan Xiyuan saw what a lost cause he had become, he was furious and had him scram, breaking off their master-disciple relationship. 

As such, Xu Juan did not usually mention this matter to outsiders, afraid of embarrassing his teacher.

Now, since he wanted to get close to Pei Yu and had no other common ground, he could only thicken his skin and bring up his “past achievements”. 

Pei Yu fell into his trap; Knowing that he wasn’t from just any ordinary family, he didn’t suspect that the other was bragging.

Pei Yu said: “I really like Mr Duan’s calligraphy. What percentage of his ability has Director Xu mastered?”

“……” Xu Juan laughed, thinking to himself, probably not even a tenth of it. But this was such a great opportunity, how could he just let it go? So, he feigned ignorance and gloated: “Not too bad, it’s at least passable. Does Pei laoshi want to personally witness my calligraphy? Do you have the four treasures of the study at home?”

“I do.” Pei Yu was truly very pure. Once the topic of conversation involved his interest, he soon forgot about Xu Juan’s “ulterior motives” and even willingly invited this yellow weasel into his home. 

The more Xu Juan looked at him, the more adorable he seemed. How could he be considered an iceberg? This was clearly the naive Xiaolongnü!

Sigh, he was so easily deceived. He wanted to directly wrap the other up in his embrace and kiss him. 

But to lack tolerance for small matters would mess things up as a whole, so Xu Juan obediently withdrew his hand from the backseat and sat upright, pretending to be embarrassed: “If I were to do a bad job later, Pei laoshi, you can’t laugh at me, okay?”

Pei Yu said he wouldn’t: “Director Xu is too modest. How could a disciple of Mr Duan do a bad job?”

“……”

Xu Juan’s conscience prickled at the comment. Pei Yu was clearly being serious; He held so much anticipation, it would be awkward if he did mess up. 

To be honest, when Xu Juan was being a pretentious prick in the past, he had also shown off his calligraphy skills quite often. However, those people were all amateurs and were only there to join in on the excitement. Their only responsibility was to shout “666” at him.

He was uncertain if Pei Yu was a true connoisseur. Hopefully, he was just an ordinary calligraphy enthusiast and didn’t know the technicalities. 

But then again, even if he understood the specifics, to what extent could he possibly know them? At the very least, he had properly learnt it for many years; A well-known person handheld him and taught him from young. Even if he had become out of practice in recent years, he still had more than enough in him to fool Pei Yu.

Xu Juan regained his confidence and his mood became more relaxed. The entire way, he accompanied Pei Yu in idle chatter, from calligraphy to traditional Chinese painting. All of these were within Xu Juan’s domain, so he could talk about them. Pei Yu’s impression of him distinctly improved, when they got out of the taxi, there was even a trace of a smile on his lips.

If his memory served him right, this was the first time he smiled at Xu Juan.

Xu Juan was so dazzled by his smile he felt dizzy, suddenly feeling that he was the one who had been drinking. Why else would he feel this tipsy? 

At this time, it was already past nine.

The driver stopped the car outside the gates of Hong Uni’s faculty dormitory. Xu Juan paid the fare, then followed Pei Yu into the residential estate.

Entering the building, taking the elevator, opening the door: All these took no longer than a few minutes.

When the door closed, Xu Juan was in disbelief –– 

He had actually managed to progress from the main hall into the inner chambers this effortlessly. The mountain blossom that he had initially thought unattainable was so easily obtained, was tonight a reality?