Come on, What Kind of CEO Chases His Roommate Back to the Country? - Chapter 33

“Are you getting used to living here?” Pei Song asked while adding seasoning to the pot.

“It’s okay,” Shi Yancheng paused. “I’ve been used to it since I was a kid. I went to boarding school when I was eight. I was the only Asian student in my class at the time.”

“You went to boarding school that young? Did you get homesick?” Pei Song asked, feeling a little sorry for him.

Shi Yancheng shook his head. “I don’t really remember. My schedule was packed every day. I’d wake up at six in the morning, go for a run, then do physical training. After that, there were all kinds of classes. Besides regular subjects, I had to learn piano, horseback riding, and fencing. In the evenings, there were extra math and science lessons.”

“That sounds exhausting.” Pei Song couldn’t help but comment.

“I’m used to it,” Shi Yancheng said calmly. “That’s just how education works over there. They train you to be independent from a young age. By ten, we had to plan our own schedules, even submit vacation plans to our mentors for approval. If they weren’t detailed enough, we had to redo them.”

“Not even for Christmas or New Year?”

“Sometimes, but most of the time, I joined the school’s winter camps, skiing in Switzerland or music camps in France.” Shi Yancheng spoke about it as if it was the most ordinary thing.

Pei Song suddenly realized that the person in front of him had lived in a completely different world from his own.

The kind of elite education he had only seen in movies was just an everyday reality for Shi Yancheng.

While they were eating, Shi Yancheng asked how Pei Song was adjusting to SNK. Pei Song excitedly told him how he crushed Liu Yan under his feet.

As he got carried away, his elbow accidentally knocked over a wine glass. The deep red liquid spilled onto his white shirt.

“Damn…” Pei Song scrambled to stand up, but the stain spread further down to his trousers, leaving a dark red mark.

“Don’t move.” Shi Yancheng immediately grabbed a towel and carefully dabbed at the stain on his shirt.

The sudden closeness made Pei Song feel Shi Yancheng’s breath brushing against his ear.

The cold wine stuck to his chest, and the warmth of Shi Yancheng’s hand through the fabric sent a tingling sensation down his spine.

“I—I can do it myself,” Pei Song stammered, his ears burning as he grabbed Shi Yancheng’s wrist.

His fingers accidentally brushed against Shi Yancheng’s pulse, feeling the strong, steady beat. Shi Yancheng paused for a moment and looked up at him.

Their eyes met. Pei Song quickly looked away. “Leon, do you have a spare shirt?”

“Follow me,” Shi Yancheng said, leading him to the walk-in closet.

He took out a casual outfit from the rack. “Might be a bit big.” Then he turned and left.

Pei Song changed into the clothes, which were indeed a size too large. He rolled up the sleeves and pant legs in resignation. The faint, clean scent lingering on the fabric was unmistakably Shi Yancheng’s.

When he walked out, he saw Shi Yancheng instructing room service to send his stained clothes for cleaning.

Shi Yancheng glanced at him, his deep gaze lingering for a moment. “Looks good on you.”

Pei Song felt his face heat up.

After dinner, Shi Yancheng called for room service to clear the table.

He then handed Pei Song a plate of freshly cut fruit. “Want to watch TV or play a game?”

“Obviously a game.” Pei Song pulled out his phone. “You know how to play?”

“Never played before,” Shi Yancheng admitted. “Always busy with schoolwork, never had time for these things.”

“I’ll teach you then!” Pei Song grinned, opening the game. “Let’s start with something simple.”

Surprisingly, Shi Yancheng picked it up fast. Soon, they were completely engrossed in the game.

“Left! Move left!” Pei Song shouted excitedly. “Watch out behind you!”

Shi Yancheng treated it like a doctoral thesis, focusing intently, his fingers moving swiftly on the screen. They kept clearing level after level, forgetting about time.

It wasn’t until Pei Song glanced at the clock that he realized it was already past midnight. “Crap, it’s late! I should head back.”

“Just stay here tonight,” Shi Yancheng said. “The guest room is ready.”

He led Pei Song to a spacious, well-lit guest room with a soft-looking bed.

“If you need anything, call me.” With that, Shi Yancheng left.

Lying on the plush bed, still dressed in Shi Yancheng’s clothes, Pei Song opened the bedside drawer and immediately froze.

Inside were hotel-provided contraceptives. His face turned bright red. Burying himself under the blanket, he couldn’t stop thinking about the way Shi Yancheng had wiped the wine from his shirt… about those deep, unreadable eyes.

Shi Yancheng’s scent still lingered around him, making it impossible to sleep.

That night, Pei Song had a series of strange dreams, all featuring that tall, cold figure.

The next morning, he woke up to the smell of coffee.

Blinking his eyes open, he saw Shi Yancheng standing beside the bed, dressed in a neatly buttoned deep blue shirt, his tie perfectly in place.

“What time is it?” Pei Song asked groggily.

“Seven-thirty.” Shi Yancheng handed him a steaming cup of coffee. “Your clothes are back.”

After washing up, Pei Song took a small sip. It was his favorite black coffee, with just the right amount of sugar. Dressed in his freshly cleaned clothes, he adjusted his tie in the mirror. By the time he came out, the breakfast table was already set.

“No rush. Eat slowly.” Shi Yancheng poured him a glass of milk.

Pei Song ate the delicate sandwich on his plate while Shi Yancheng quietly sipped coffee, scrolling through emails on his tablet.

After breakfast, Shi Yancheng grabbed his car keys. “I’ll drive you.”

“No need, it’s not far.”

“The car’s already waiting downstairs.” Shi Yancheng’s tone was firm.

On the ride, Pei Song stared at the passing traffic and suddenly remembered something. “Oh, your clothes are still with me. I’ll wash them and return them later.”

Shi Yancheng didn’t answer immediately. After a pause, he said, “No rush.”

At the office, as Pei Song stepped into the elevator, he ran into Zhou Feng and Liu Yan.

“Morning,” Zhou Feng greeted him with a nod.

Liu Yan’s eyes swept over Pei Song’s outfit and smirked. “Where’d you party last night? Didn’t even change your clothes.”

Zhou Feng gave Pei Song a strange look. Ignoring them, Pei Song pretended to check his phone, though the unusual expression on Zhou Feng’s face made him a little irritated.

The elevator ride was filled with awkward silence.

At lunchtime, Pei Song carried his tray into the company cafeteria, looking for a quiet place to sit, only to see Zhou Feng waving at him.

“Pei Song, over here.”