Are All You Straight Guys Like This Chapter 101

“Boom—”

Outside the airport, dark clouds churned in the sky and rain poured down in sheets.

In an instant, the whole world sank into a hazy gray.

…

Inside the airport.

Ye Ran’s heartbeat raced. His face was pale.

Without thinking, he struggled out of Shen Shi’s arms. His pupils trembled, frightened out of his wits. His fingers pushed weakly against Shen Shi’s arm. He seemed not to understand how Shen Shi had found him so precisely, a faint bewilderment flickering in his eyes.

Like a small animal that had run in circles trying to escape, only to deliver itself right back into the trap.

Shen Shi looked at him with a faint smile. He loosened his hold just enough, afraid the struggle would hurt him. “Hm? And where were you planning to go?”

Ye Ran swallowed with difficulty and said nothing.

Shen Shi’s dark gaze slid away from his face. He glanced at the big screen. Seeing the latest flight to New Zealand, he let out a soft laugh.

“New Zealand?” His breath was warm. His chest rose slightly with his laugh. The hand around Ye Ran’s waist was hot and broad. His eyelids lowered as he said unhurriedly, “Ranran, you’re being so naughty. Does that mean our agreement doesn’t count anymore?”

Thinking of the agreement he’d made with Shen Shi earlier, Ye Ran immediately looked up, his face turning even paler.

Shen Shi was still watching him gently. His eyes were deep and shadowed, the smile faint and unreadable. His large hand stroked Ye Ran’s lower back in a calming gesture, as if he could see Ye Ran’s fear. His voice was soft as he soothed him: “Don’t be afraid.”

“Little one, you still have a chance to make up for it.”

…

In the storm, Shen Shi held Ye Ran’s hand and shielded him as they got into the Bentley waiting at the entrance.

Warm air filled the car.

The partition had already been raised.

The wind howled outside, scraping heavily across the Bentley’s soundproof windows.

The car drove smoothly along the road.

Inside, the lighting flickered with the storm outside, unable to let in even a trace of brightness.

Ye Ran leaned against the door. His shoes had been pulled off in the struggle. His wide-legged pants were haphazardly rolled up, revealing slender, beautiful ankles. His skin was pale as snow, the faint lines of his veins like deep-blue flower branches beneath the surface.

Everything around him was quiet, utterly silent.

His eyelids drooped weakly. The moisture at the corners of his eyes made them soft and glistening. Whether it was the heat of the car or shame, his cheeks were flushed with a thin sheen of sweat. His lips, darker in color, parted slightly, revealing the soft, flushed tip of his tongue.

Like a ripe berry overflowing with juice.

Feeling the ochre-red anklet gradually settling around his ankle, Ye Ran finally let his tears fall. He still had Shen Shi’s coat draped over him. His head hung low. His dark, fine hair clung to the soft skin of his neck. After being kissed fiercely not long ago, his long lashes were damp, dropping beads of moisture one by one, silent and still.

The man bending over him seemed to sense something and lifted his eyes slightly.

Seeing Ye Ran pressing his lips together as tears fell, Shen Shi lowered his gaze again, expression calm. Ye Ran’s right foot rested against his knee. Shen Shi’s movements were slow as he fastened the clasp.

A soft click.

The few small beads on the anklet were polished smooth, set along the silver chain. Against Ye Ran’s pale skin, it looked like a mark that would never fade.

Before Ye Ran could fully react, Shen Shi pulled him back into his arms. His embrace was warm and solid. With his head lowered, he brushed a gentle kiss across the wetness on Ye Ran’s eyelids.

Ye Ran came back to himself and tried to avoid it, but failed.

Shen Shi only smiled, his voice gentle as he asked, “What are you crying for?”

As he spoke, his fingers absently stroked Ye Ran’s ankle. The thin chain shifted lightly under his touch, sending a shiver deep into Ye Ran’s bones.

Ye Ran instinctively tried to pull his foot back, but Shen Shi firmly caught it, not allowing him to escape.

He gradually couldn’t take it anymore. The redness at the corners of his eyes grew more vivid. His wet lashes kept trembling. He forced himself to speak, voice low and strained: “…I don’t want to wear it.”

“No,” Shen Shi said, still gentle. His hand patted Ye Ran’s back soothingly as he patiently explained, “Little one, you wear this to remind you not to show flaws so easily next time you try to run.”

Ye Ran’s voice trembled with tears. “…I won’t run again. Big Brother Shen Shi, please take it off, okay?”

Even now, in this situation, he still called him “Big Brother Shen Shi.”

Shen Shi’s Adam’s apple moved. He looked down at him without a change in expression.

Ye Ran anxiously lifted his head to look at him. His lashes were tipped with tears. He’d always been strong, but in front of Shen Shi he cried easily. Seeing Shen Shi silent and watching him with that faint, unreadable gaze made his chest tighten. The anklet felt like a constant reminder of the bond between them, one that filled him with shame and fear.

“I won’t run anymore,” he said, tears threatening again. Enduring the sting in his eyes, he leaned against Shen Shi’s shoulder and choked out, “…I won’t run. Big Brother Shen Shi, please take it off, okay?”

The hand gripping his ankle did not loosen.

Through a blur of tears, Ye Ran heard Shen Shi sigh.

“Let’s see how you behave.” Shen Shi’s arm circled his waist lightly. Perhaps hearing Ye Ran’s plea, he raised a hand to pinch Ye Ran’s chin and leaned in. When their lips met, he naturally pried open Ye Ran’s teeth and deepened the kiss.

Ye Ran trembled, unable to withstand it.

Shen Shi’s breath was hot and scalding, his breath pressing down on Ye Ran’s body. Ye Ran’s tongue was sucked until it was swollen and painful. The delicate caresses on his ankles and the intimate intertwining and licking between his lips and teeth left him with no strength left to resist. 

Before long, he was dizzy from the kisses, his pupils unfocused and blank. Shen Shi coaxed him to kneel on top of him, his head lowered, and he clumsily opened his mouth, sticking out his full, red tongue, which was then greedily and fiercely taken into his mouth. 

The increasingly intense kisses seemed to be trying to make him weak and devour him bit by bit. 

Ye Ran gradually became breathless, his neck sticking with fine sweat, his fine black hair clinging to it. He wrapped his arms around Shen Shi’s neck, and after Shen Shi released him, he lowered his eyelids, panting weakly, his soft, dark red tongue pressed against his chin, glistening with unswallowed saliva. 

His mind was still reeling from the kiss; he hadn’t quite recovered yet, his eyes glistening with a thin layer of red moisture. By the time Shen Shi grabbed him by the waist and forced him to kneel, and felt a hot, burning breath on his neck, it was too late.

….

The sobbing in the back seat grew louder. 　　

Ye Ran clutched Shen Shi’s hair, his knuckles white with tension, tears streaming from his reddened eyes. He tried desperately to pull away, but Shen Shi held him down, and he could only cling to Shen Shi’s shoulders, tears falling silently. 　　

Shen Shi seemed to sense something and gently kissed his eyelids. 

“Don’t be afraid,” he said, his eyes deep, his voice growing increasingly gentle and low, patiently coaxing Ye Ran, “There’s no mark.” 　　

… 　　

Ye Ran finally ran out of strength, slumping weakly against Shen Shi’s shoulder, his arms loosely draped over his shoulder, his eyelashes wet, tears welling in his eyes as he looked up and saw his reflection in the privacy screen.

Dark hair. A face damp with sweat. The flushed corners of his eyes. And the man at his neck, gaze deep, pressing tender kisses to his ear and cheek.

…His life was over.

Ye Ran closed his eyes.

…There was no running. No escaping.

Nothing to look forward to anymore.

He couldn’t live like this.

For two days he had barely slept, always terrified. Not even twelve hours total.

Curled in Shen Shi’s arms, feeling the warmth of his breath, even in all his shame and despair, he finally drifted into a muddled sleep.

He didn’t sleep deeply. His cheek rested against Shen Shi’s chest. Shen Shi’s black coat covered his back, his legs draped over the leather seat. Afraid he would get cold, Shen Shi pulled a blanket over him with careful movements.

Shen Shi seemed to still have a meeting later. One hand gently patted Ye Ran’s back while the other took the proposal handed from the front seat and flipped through it.

Ye Ran’s chaotic thoughts faded as he slowly fell asleep.

…

The car sped toward the Junting Building with no lights on.

In the dimness, Shen Shi frowned at the proposal he would soon discuss in the meeting.

He had been staying in the capital these days, keeping a firm hold on the branch’s performance and efficiency. Compared to the headquarters he personally oversaw, the managers here were a bit lax. Capable, but too slow. Efficiency needed to improve.

The partition had been lowered.

Xu Wen was driving, Anna in the passenger seat.

She held back for a long time, but couldn’t help sneaking a glance in the rearview mirror despite Xu Wen’s sharp warning.

In the mirror, Shen Shi’s expression was blank as he read the file. His presence was calm and imposing. Shadows fell across his sharp profile, as if nothing in the world could make him change expression.

The proposal was so bad even she couldn’t bear to look at it, yet Shen Shi remained composed. In the depths of his dark eyes, however, was a storm gathering. He flipped through the pages with increasing impatience, then coldly went straight to the final budget sheet, face completely emotionless.

Anna knew this look all too well.

All these years, she had watched Shen Shi strip power from Shen Hanqing, suppress the old board members, seize full control, and turn the entire board into a one-man authority. If someone claimed he wasn’t ruthless, she would be the first not to believe it.

But after becoming chairman, he had grown even more unfathomable, always separating work from private life, never mixing the two.

Until today, when that rule shattered.

When she heard he was postponing the meeting to “handle personal matters,” she had been stunned. So was the R&D manager who brought the proposal, trembling with fear.

Following Shen Shi all the way to the airport, then seeing him seize a young stranger in the hall, Anna’s instincts finally pieced together something unspoken and ambiguous.

That young man, trapped in Shen Shi’s arms as he held him with a faint smile, was now asleep against Shen Shi’s chest, clutching his coat. Shen Shi’s face was icy as he read the report, but the hand not holding the file was still gently patting the youth’s back: slow, careful, impossibly patient.

This wasn’t how someone treated a lover.

This was how someone treated a pampered child.

The young man showed only half of his side profile. Fair, soft, with crow-feather–like strands of hair falling down. His aura was calm and quiet.

A face that naturally evoked fondness.

Anna did a quick calculation in her mind and realized that for Shen Shi to have a son this age, he would’ve needed to become a father at seven or eight years old. She could only regretfully discard that guess.

She drifted off for a moment, and only when she heard Shen Shi’s voice turn heavier did she jolt back to herself, realizing he was looking at her with an expressionless face.

His eyes were dark, filled with warning.

She immediately withdrew her gaze and silently begged Xu Wen for help.

Xu Wen cautiously spoke up: “President Shen is asking you about the overseas branch’s quarterly summary report.”

“It has already been sent to your email, and the printed copy is placed in your office,” Anna said, instantly snapping back into her neat, efficient work mode.

Shen Shi’s expression eased slightly. He set down the proposal documents. Proposals could never be done in one go, today’s meeting would definitely be another round of arguments. Calling Anna back had been because the proposal included a previous project she had participated in.

Thinking of the increasingly muddled R&D department manager, Shen Shi lowered his gaze, his eyes darkening. Unhurriedly, he continued to rub Ye Ran’s back, and with his other hand, naturally slipped it inside his coat to hold Ye Ran’s hand.

Ye Ran’s fingertips weren’t delicate. Years of painting had given them thin calluses. Shen Shi lightly enclosed those callused fingers in his palm, and for no reason, his heart softened. His gaze drifted to Ye Ran’s face, flush-pink in sleep, and he lowered his head to kiss him gently.

A fleeting moment of tenderness passed. When he lifted his head again, he was once more the heir of the Shen Corporation, who held the salaries of thousands of employees in his hand.

Shen Shi’s voice was low and cold, calm and indifferent as he gave the order: “Postpone the meeting.” 

Under Xu Wen and Anna’s tense stares, he added mildly, “Tell Zhao An to come to my office and personally explain what exactly it is he wrote.”

As expected…

Anna silently mourned for Manager Zhao, who would be facing Shen Shi in person for the first time at the Beijing branch.

Before, when the emperor was high and far away, Shen Shi’s scolding, even over a screen, had much less impact. But now things were different. Their boss had officially taken his seat in Beijing. The managers who had been living comfortably were in for tears.

The air inside the car abruptly turned serious.

In the heavy silence, Xu Wen suddenly took a call. A brief voice came through his Bluetooth, and his expression slowly became awkward.

“President Shen,” he inhaled deeply, driving steadily as he asked with some restraint, “…the men assigned to watch over Mr. Ye, should they be dismissed?”

Anna’s eyelids twitched, her ears perking up.

In the back seat, Shen Shi paused mid-task. There was no emotion on his face. The report in his hand showed dense lines of text under the dim light. Without lifting his eyes, he said, “Keep following.”

After a short pause, his gaze brushed over Ye Ran’s face as if recalling something. He added, tone mild and detached: “If something like this happens again, let him run a bit longer.”

So he won’t cry so pitifully next time.

His eyes had been swollen from crying.

Shen Shi lost all interest in working. He pulled out a pack of wet wipes from the storage compartment and patiently wiped away the tear marks beneath Ye Ran’s eyes. He was already extremely familiar with this task. Soon, Ye Ran looked clean and tidy again.

He tossed the wipe away, picked up the report again, skimmed a few lines, then lazily lifted his eyelids. Absentmindedly, he remembered the sapphire-blue anklet he had custom-made in France.

The same bead-like gems, strung along a silver anklet, the deep blue transparent and luminous, intertwined with the reddish-brown beads. Against that snowy white skin, it would look even more beautiful.

He wondered…

Shen Shi slowly lowered his gaze, dark eyes filled with a smile as they rested on Ye Ran’s sleeping face.

His little obedient one, when would he run away next?

Author’s Note: 

It’s almost the end—this arc is already wrapping up.