Boss, Please Don't Be Manic - 6
The game didn’t end until 6, then they went downstairs to eat together. At the dinner table, An Mingchen changed seats to toast with James and Yuan Che. James didn’t refuse the drinks offered to him, and he soon got dizzy from drunkenness. Yuan Che, on the other hand, did not change his countenance. He was a match with An Mingchen in terms of drinking.
“Young master Yuan, you’re a good drinker,” An Mingchen praised him with a mixture of truth and falsehood.
“You’re also the same,” Yuan Che’s eyes were deep and expressionless.
The two of them had a casual conversation, and it wasn’t until James wanted to go home that the dinner ended.
Yuan Che politely said, “Thank you for your hospitality, young master An. Hoping to meet you again.”
“You’re welcome, second young master Yuan. As long as young master Yuan is free, I’ll surely be there.” An Mingchen smiled amiably. The two of them spent a day with James, seemingly happy. And surprisingly, the two of them never took advantage of each other.
After getting into the car, Yuan Che leaned back into his chair and closed his eyes. Fang Ru secretly admired how much wine he and An Mingchen had drunk without even being flushed.
When they got home, Yuan Che didn’t even change his footwear and went straight to the sofa to lie down. His eyes were wide open and bright. Fang Ru came over, took off his shoes and placed them at the foot of the sofa, and asked, “Mr. Yuan, you didn’t eat much tonight, are you still hungry?”
Yuan Che turned around and stared at Fang Ru. His stare was so cold that Fang Ru felt fidgety. “I’ll get you some pear juice to sober up.”
He walked into the kitchen and took out a pear. Just as he was about to peel it, he was hugged from behind. Then Yuan Che’s deep voice came into his ear. “I don’t want pears.”
“Then what do you want to eat?” Fang Ru frowned when he smelled the alcohol from Yuan Che’s mouth.
“I want to eat sour plum.”
Yuan Che’s chin laid on Fang Ru’s shoulder, and most of his weight was on him. Fang Ru staggered, put down the fruit knife and pear, opened Yuan Che’s hands that were on his stomach, and faced him.
“We have no sour plum; I’ll buy some tomorrow. Eat something else.”
“No,” Yuan Che’s eyes were sharp and dead set. “I want to eat sour plum now.
Fang Ru stared at him puzzled for a long time and asked hesitantly, “Mr. Yuan, are you drunk?”
“Are you seriously drunk?”
Yuan Che said expressionless, “Don’t try to change the subject. I want to eat sour plum.”
“No sour plum tonight.”
Fang Ru turned around, picked up the fruit knife and said, “You go take a shower first, I’ll squeeze a glass of juice for you, then I’ll toast bread for you. You can rest after eating.”
Yuan Che hugged his waist, pressed his ear against his ear and said in a pleading tone, “Wash with me?”
(tl: I can’t take it anymore; this is going to give me diabetes. >_<)
(pr: Poor Fang, poor Yuan… Both of them in a problematic situation… But I do love when they just slump on you, squashing you and being spoiled)
Fang Ru’s ears were red from the heat, and the person clinging to him from behind was like a burning furnace, making him feel awkward. Fang Ru paused, suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and sighed, “Okay, let’s go wash together.”
He led Yuan Che to his room. Yuan Che followed him and was very obedient. Fang Ru made him sit on the bed and said, “I’ll get the bath water. You have to sit down for a while.”
He went to the bathroom and Yuan Che immediately followed as soon as he turned on the water. “What are you doing here? You’re still wearing a suit. You’ll get wet.” Fang Ru dragged him out and helped him take off his coat.
“Sit tight and don’t move,” he ordered. “You’ll be able to take a bath after I finish preparing the water.” He took a few steps to the bathroom, then looked back to make sure Yuan Che did not follow him before finally entering the bathroom.
When the water was ready, Fang Ru shouted, “Mr. Yuan, you can come in now!” After a while, there was no response. Fang Ru walked out of the bathroom and saw Yuan Che standing upright in front of a body mirror.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“Get me a new suit. I have to go to work.” Yuan Che ordered seriously.
Fang Ru was speechless. What’s the point of being drunk? Yuan Che is so drunk that he pretended to be sober. His expression is so serious, he looks like a warrior preparing for war.
Fang Ru said as gently as possible, “It’s 11pm now, and tomorrow is Sunday, you don’t have to work. Shall we take a bath first?”
“Tomorrow is Sunday?”
Fang Ru nodded.
“Okay, let’s go take a shower.” He strode to the bathroom and took off his clothes neatly, revealing his strong muscles.
“Come on, didn’t you say we would bathe together?” He turned and waved at Fang Ru.
Fang Ru facepalmed and said defeatedly, “No, I already showered.”
“Hmph, you reek of alcohol. How dare you lie to me and say you already showered!” Yuan Che snorted with disdain.
Who on earth reeks of alcohol?! Fang Ru roared in his heart.
“Come here. Don’t make me say it again!” Yuan Che hooked his fingers and he looked as if he was doing him a favor.
Fang Ru turned his head and asked himself, “Can I pour cold water on his face?” Fang Ru took a deep breath, reached out and grabbed the bathroom’s door handle, went out and slammed the door shut and said, “Mr. Yuan, take a good bath. I am too busy to accompany you.” With that, he turned around and strode out of Yuan Che’s room.
Fang Ru didn’t expect Yuan Che to be like this when drunk. He looked normal on the outside, but he actually acts like a child. Thankfully, An Mingchen didn’t show any flaws in the previous social engagement, so Yuan Che didn’t show his true colors until he got home, probably because he subconsciously felt that he could only relax in a familiar place. Fang Ru shook his head and put the peeled pineapple into the juicer.
When he opened the fridge and was about to get some food, a hand suddenly reached out and closed the refrigerator door. Fang Ru turned around and saw Yuan Che appear behind him like a ghost, lazily leaning against the wall and crossed his arms on his chest. However, he was completely naked, and his posture could not be more handsome. Fang Ru’s eyes inevitably shifted to his lower body and clearly saw something majestic and heroic.
(tl: : (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻)
(pr: why do authors describe that as… sth ‘majestic and heroic etc’??? it’s not…)
“If you don’t wash with me, then I won’t wash,” Yuan Che’s faint voice came.
Then you go stink to death! Fang Ru wanted to leave, but as an excellent psychiatrist, he could not be involved in the middle of the treatment, he was to be calm and collected.
“If you don’t want to go and wash, then go to bed early,” Fang Ru suggested with a smile.
“No,” Yuan Che flatly denied. “If I don’t shower, then I can’t rest.”
Fang Ru looked up to the skies, speechless. Faced with such a Yuan Che, he really couldn’t calm himself. Fang Ru kept thinking of a way to educate this child. Suddenly, he was lifted off from the ground and Yuan Che lifted him onto his shoulder.
“Ah!” Fang Ru was startled. He accidentally hit his nose with Yuan Che’s back and bared his teeth in pain.
Yuan Che walked into the bathroom naked, with a man on his shoulder and threw him into the bathtub, splashing all over the place.
“Cough, cough.” Fang Ru scrambled at the edge of the bathtub wet and choked on a large mouthful of water. Yuan Che stepped into the bathtub, Fang Ru looked up and saw … God, Fang Ru covered his face miserably. He was starting to worry now. Would Yuan Che kill him when he gets sober? He saw too much today…
Yuan Che laid on his back on the bathtub and ordered like an emperor, “Come here and help me scrub.”
Endure, you must endure. Fang Ru warned himself in his heart. He took the shower gel, squeezed some, and slapped it on Yuan Che’s chest, and smiled. “Your majesty, your servant is here to serve you.”
“Yes,” Yuan Che closed his eyes, looking at ease.
Fang Ru rubbed hard, wishing he could rub off a layer of Yuan Che’s skin. Unfortunately, someone was so thick-skinned and he could not penetrate it at all.
As the rubbing of Yuan Che’s body got lower, Fang Ru caught a glimpse of the huge object standing up in the water. He looked up and saw Yuan Che staring at him. The flames in his eyes flickered, like a lion observing its prey, silent and oppressive.
Fang Ru felt something was off with the atmosphere. His hands moved faster in rubbing and quickly rinsed Yuan Che off.
“All right, wipe off the water and put on your clothes.” Fang Ru walked out of the bathroom and handed Yuan Che a clean towel. Yuan Che got up from the bathtub and the water trickled down his muscular body, giving off a seductive light.
Fang Ru’s heart began beating a little faster and he took a deep breath. He had to admit that this man had the power to drive women crazy, even men would probably be willing to submit. Fang Ru looked away and sighed, what a devil.
He didn’t know that he was also charming in Yuan Che’s eyes. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his eyelashes were naturally curled, his eyes seemed to be covered in a layer of mist, his cheeks were flushed from the moisture, lips moist and soft. His beauty was delicious. His wet clothes clung to his body, revealing a well-proportioned figure.
Yuan Che’s eyes went deep. He reached out for the towel, not to wipe himself but to cover Fang Ru’s head, covering the top half of his head.
“What are you doing… mmhhf!”
Fang Ru was pressed against the wall and his lips were almost ripped off. Hot breath fanned on his face, mixed with dense moisture, making his brain a little bit oxygen deprived. Yuan Che put one hand on the back of Fang Ru’s head, and the other went under his shirt to grab his waist in order to prevent him from escaping.
As the kiss deepened, Yuan Che’s erection stood still against Fang Ru and was teasing him by rubbing it against the side of his leg. Fang Ru felt drowsy and forgot to push Yuan Che away.
It was not until Yuan Che reached into his pants and grabbed his bottoms that he was able to clear his head and react. Fang Ru pushed him away, tore off the towel on his head, and said with forbearance. “That’s enough. Whether you’re really drunk or not, this is too much. Dry your body and go to bed.”
Yuan Che turned a deaf ear and reached out to hug him again. “I don’t want to sleep. Let’s go on, baby.”
Baby…Baby? Fang Ru’s face was dark. He reached out to push the man off his body, but he couldn’t. He gritted his teeth and dragged the man out of the bathroom with difficulty. He went to the side of the bed, turned around, and pushed Yuan Che heavily into the bed, then jabbed him with his elbow in the stomach.
Yuan Che was in so much pain that he was finally able to let go of his hold. Fang Ru got free, took a blanket, pulled Yuan Che up, wrapped him in a cocoon, and took a hair dryer to blow his hair.
“Bzzz,” his hair scattered and was fluttering beside his face, accompanied by the warm wind that made him drowsy. Yuan Che’s eyes were half closed, his hazy eyes still contained the lingering mischievous and naughty thoughts that he had earlier.
When his hair was finally dry, Fang Ru lifted the quilt and stuffed Yuan Che’s head inside, and turned to leave the room.
Fang Ru hoped that when Yuan Che wakes up tomorrow, he won’t remember a single thing that happened. He didn’t want to be destroyed by the big boss.
TN: I feel so embarrassed. I translated this blindly and did not expect for the story to go this far.
Be sure to leave a comment <3 It seems like the pr and I are the only loud ones here.
PR: I’m lighting a candle for Fang Ru. I foresee many drunk nights in the future because he just tripped a flag. Yuan Che will remember either immediately, or with time.