Chapter 4
Crying Until Broken
The hotel.
It was just an ordinary dinner gathering.
Qin You pulled a cigarette from the pack and held it in his mouth.
After standing outside the door and smoking for a while, he still did not go in.
Lin Suian paused and asked,
“Godfather, aren’t you coming in?”
Qin You curled his lips into a dry smile.
“You young people should enjoy yourselves together. Why would an old man like me join the fun?”
“But…”
Before Lin Suian could finish speaking, Qin You pushed him inside.
“It’s fine, Sui Sui. Mr. Shi is a very good person. He’ll definitely take care of you. If anything happens, call your godfather.”
With a bang, the door closed behind him, leaving only darkness.
This was the second time Lin Suian had seen Shi Yushen.
His pale skin looked cold like polished jade.
His handsome features carried a sharp indifference, with a straight nose bridge and a clean, defined jawline.
Under his faint brows hid a pair of deep and emotionless eyes.
He wore a casual black shirt.
Just sitting there lazily and casually was enough to make him the center of attention.
According to Qin You, Shi Yushen came from a powerful and wealthy family.
For generations, his family had been involved in business and politics, and even had a strong military background.
Ordinary people could never afford to offend someone like him.
In the past, someone like Lin Suian would never even have crossed paths with a person like Shi Yushen.
Faced with someone whose status was so far above his own, Lin Suian naturally felt nervous.
Even though nobody else was here, he was still afraid of saying something wrong or making Shi Yushen unhappy.
Before he could speak, Shi Yushen called him over first.
“I’ve seen you twice now, and you always seem quiet.”
Shi Yushen looked at him.
“Do I look scary to you?”
Lin Suian shook his head.
Shi Yushen lifted his chin slightly, signaling for him to sit closer.
Then he poured a glass of wine and handed it over.
“Let’s drink first and chat later.”
“But Mr. Shi… didn’t I come here to paint for you?”
Lin Suian asked awkwardly, his eyelashes fluttering softly in a way that easily made people lose focus.
“We can paint later. It’s not time yet.”
Shi Yushen smiled lightly.
Holding the wine glass, he took a sip.
Every movement he made carried a natural elegance and nobility.
His Adam’s apple rolled slightly as he lazily glanced at Lin Suian.
That look made Lin Suian embarrassed.
He could only pick up the wine glass and drink.
But the alcohol was too strong.
He immediately coughed, and his pale face quickly flushed red from choking.
Shi Yushen’s voice remained calm and gentle, as if casually chatting about daily life.
“You can’t drink?”
Lin Suian did not dare admit that he had almost never touched alcohol and had terrible tolerance.
So he quietly answered:
“A little, I guess.”
Shi Yushen lowered his eyes and glanced at the watch on his wrist.
“The timing should be about right now.”
Lin Suian widened his eyes before finally reacting.
Carefully and nervously, he asked,
“Can I paint for you now?”
“Mhm. I’m going to smoke first. You don’t mind, right?”
Shi Yushen picked up the cigarette box on the table.
It was a foreign brand, with English letters engraved on the silver foil case.
His long fingers held the cigarette loosely.
But strangely, the sound of a lighter never came.
Suddenly, Shi Yushen narrowed his eyes.
The shadows around his brow and eye sockets deepened, making his features look even sharper.
His tone lifted slightly, and he let out a low laugh.
“Ah… I forgot. The lighter’s on your side. Can you bring it over and light it for me?”
Lin Suian met those teasing eyes for a second before quickly looking away.
He picked up the lighter from the table and walked over to light the cigarette for him.
The flame flickered on and off.
Even his own vision became blurry, and his head started spinning.
His body lost strength.
Holding the cold metal lighter, his palm became covered in sweat.
He tried several times, but still could not light it.
The distance between them was too close.
The faint scent of Shi Yushen’s perfume drifted into his nose, making his mind even hazier.
Clink.
The lighter fell onto the floor.
And just before completely losing consciousness—
He heard a low and hoarse voice beside his ear.
Lips brushing against the side of his face, Shi Yushen softly spat out two words.
“Idiot.”
