The surprise had been great when a few nights earlier, Chun Chu had found himself within walking distance of Adam again. That evening at the embassy, he had found out a lot about the Carter family.
He had unwittingly witnessed a great deal of praise for them. From the comments of some of the guests, his son-in-law was a very influential person, and his three grandchildren were outstanding in the academic, artistic, and professional fields. All worthy of praise and respect. He could not say that about the four family members at his side.
Chun Chu turned to look at his daughter's anxious face, nodded abruptly, and said, "Shàng Wèi does not sanction any union."
"What does that mean? What does that deviant kid have to do with it? You should talk to Old Lin about this." The woman remarked in annoyance.
"Old Lin said we can't expect anything from his firstborn."
"Well! There's still Shèngli. After all, he's going into the family business too. Plus,
Shèngli's sudden arrival was an unexpected stroke of luck for Adam. He would finally be able to call the unknown number, the one he had secretly copied two days before. He had not yet succeeded because Shàng Wèi hardly ever left his side. Instead, he would stay at his house, drive him to work, and pick him up again as soon as he had finished. And when Adam wasn't being watched, he'd put two of Sun Wĕi Qí's best agency bodyguards on him. And when they were at home, of course, Shàng Wèi continued to demand his own 'debt collection,' putting him through exhausting nights of sex, preventing him from thinking about anything else. As a result, his investigations had ground to a halt. It was almost as if Shàng Wèi wanted to prevent him from discovering anything. As soon as the front door closed behind them when they returned in the evening, Shàng Wèi transformed himself into a ravenous predator that claimed its prey. He undressed them with impatient gestures
The flat was only three blocks away in a newly built building. It was a two-story house; the ground floor contained a beautiful modern kitchen, a large living room, a comfortable lounge with a fireplace, and a study. A wide marble staircase led to the upper floor, where there were four large bedrooms, each with its own bathroom. Although visibly uninhabited, Adam noticed that many of the items in the room belonged to him. They were either things he had left at his grandfather's house seven years earlier or things he had bought with Shàng Wèi and abandoned in his flat. Only the authors he loved the most appeared in the studio library. The same could be said for CDs, vinyl and DVDs. Only the artists he followed and listened to. The house seemed to be his. It was even furnished the way he liked it, a perfect mix of modern and vintage. It was almost like his flat in Soho, except that this house was more than twice his own size. He followed the two Lin brothers up
"You shouldn't spend so many hours in front of that screen. Your pretty, clear eyes might suffer." The mocking voice coming from the door made William look up. Then, somewhat annoyed at the intrusion, he looked at his leather-clad heckler. Claire had taken over his house for three days, turning it into the headquarters of the who-knows-what unmasking operation. For three days, William had been forced to endure the man's intrusion into his personal space. The fact that Sun Wĕi Qí was an integral part of that bizarre investigation group irritated him greatly. But, being in the minority, he could only grudgingly accept the situation. The only solution he could think of was to lock himself in his study as soon as he returned from the editorial office. That way, William could avoid the gang that hung around his main living room from morning to night. And, above all, he could prevent a confident mocking smile. When he found himself before Wĕi Qí aga
"It is necessary to join George in Ottawa," Claire exclaimed, reading the report she held in her hands. Wĕi Qí looked at the girl with a worried air. After the brief meeting with William, he had returned to the room where the two friends continued to research. "Meimei, you can't go. Especially now." He merely said to her. "I know," Claire replied, frustrated. "If I want to continue with what I'm doing, I don't have to move from here. So you don't need to remind me of that." "Meimei, don't take it out on me. My hands are tied right now too. So I must limit myself to being your bodyguard." "In fact, I'm not taking it out on you." "Why do you keep calling her that?" Margaret suddenly asked, reeling from reading the file she had in her hand. "Simple! Yueh as Shèngli's fiancée, is Shàng Wèi's meimei. Shàng Wèi and I are brothers. That means Claire is also my meimei." Wĕi Qí replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Forgive me; perhaps I misunderstood. Did you just state that Claire and her brothers are your nephews?" Margaret asked in an uncertain voice. Of all of them, she seemed to be the only one who had managed to recover the gift of speech after the astonishing revelation. "That's right." Lord Dashwood confirmed. "George...what kind of joke is this?" Claire asked, looking at her older brother for confirmation. "It's not a joke. Lord Das...I mean, Uncle Albert is daddy's brother." Said the embarrassed boy, after receiving a good-natured scowl from his new relative. "But how is that possible?" Whispered the girl. "My dear, it's nothing transcendental." Uncle Albert exclaimed as he approached her. "My father was in love with Julia, your grandmother. Unfortunately, the microcephaly that afflicted my grandparents prevented the two lovers from getting married, all for the sake of the family name. Bah! Then they forced him to marry my soul-crushin
William was sunk into the leather armchair by the fireplace. An empty glass in one hand and a bottle of Irish whiskey in the other. He was thinking back to what Wĕi Qí had told him a short while before. A whirlwind of questions had been plaguing him ever since he had locked himself in there. In particular, why Adam had never told him about his relationship gave him no peace of mind. After all, they had been inseparable friends for years. they knew everything about each other, or at least, that was what he had believed until his friend had told him about the difficulties with the Ming family. He hadn't resented it at the time; he had understood Adam's suffering by listening to his story. But what he had just discovered was different. He now knew that Adam had kept other things from him. Why hadn't he wanted to tell him about Shàng Wèi? Why keep their story from him? Was he afraid he would judge him? Was he afraid he would denigrate him? William
WARNING The following chapter contains explicit sex scenes not suitable for underage audiences. "Ahh...Why are you so tight? Ahh...You're squeezing me. Let go...Ahh." Despite the apparent effort, the man continued to thrust into him, moving with such fervor that the young man thought he would break in half. He certainly wasn't making it easy for him, but the built-up tension prevented him from letting go completely. Finally, it was enough that he let him. At the moment, he didn't care; the physical pain somehow distracted his mind from the pain of his soul. The warmth of that friction between flesh balanced out the coldness he felt inside his heart. Shàng Wèi had caught him in the shower, where Adam had holed up after the shocking phone call. Unaware of his state of mind, he had sneaked into the cubicle and gently pushed him towards the dripping tiles. He had grasped his penis with one hand, while with his
"Where did you leave your guard dog?" Kan Te's joking voice greeted Adam as soon as he was ushered into his office. Then, after he had left work, he rushed to his fellow student for help with the mysterious number. "He's at work," Adam replied, annoyed, knowing full well who his old friend was referring to. "Great! Finally, we can be alone for a while." Commented the latter. "This is not a social visit. I need another favor." He said seriously, ignoring the strange attitude. "How can I help you this time? The last two attempts have failed. Do you have a new challenge for me?" Kan Te asked. "Yes, I need to know who this number belongs to," Adam informed him, handing him a piece of paper with the number marked on it. "And if I succeed in this venture, what will I get in return. The first two times, I did them as a personal favor. But this time..." "Find out, and we'll negotiate the price." Adam interrupted him. "B