The Escort

r>Shao Mingwei's nerves tightened abruptly when he heard the words.
It made him sobered up a little from the alcohol.
He subconsciously looked at Min Yu, then quickly looked away.
He even felt that he's seeing things when he unexpectedly saw the trace of shyness in Min Yu's eyes.

Shao Mingwei's back stayed tense, but he stayed silent since he didn't know how to respond.

A second later, Min Yu said, “Don't worry, I won't tell others.”

Shao Mingwei breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Min Yu again, just in time for his gaze.
Min Yu was so drunk that his eyes turned moist.
The tip of his eyes were red and the looks his eyes gave were gentle and tolerant.
He smiled at him all of a sudden and Shao Mingwei suddenly felt that behind Min Yu's smiles, there were other meanings in it.

Shao Mingwei's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
Suddenly, he felt that the room was very hot and the collar of his shirt was a little tight.
He unconsciously unbuttoned the first button of his shirt.

Min Yu saw it and asked, “Is it hot?”

Shao Mingwei hummed.
“Um.”

Min Yu immediately beckoned to the waiter in the corner and asked him to turn up the air conditioner.

So far, the two had no physical contact, if there is any, it was only because Min Yu was so drunk that he unknowingly leaned on Shao Mingwei's shoulder, when Min Yu's soft hair brushed against Shao Mingwei's skin, his body turned stiff all the way until they left the box.

It was only almost twelve o'clock that the customers started to leave the bar in groups.
There were even some who wanted to invite others to find another place to sober themselves up.
It was President Ma again, who politely invited Min Yu to go with him, but Min Yu waved his hand to show that he was dead drunk.

It stands to reason that although Min Yu's drinks were doubled than that of others, Shao Mingwei drank half of it for him, and Min Yu himself ingeniously avoided some of it, so he believes he shouldn't be too drunk to walk.
But in reality, it was the opposite.
He was feeble in Shao Mingwei's embrace.
Shao Mingwei once again felt that, as a businessman, Min Yu's tolerance to alcohol was very bad.
The other party probably hires professionals who substitute him when drinking at these gatherings.
He can't say for sure, but the pay must not be low.
Shao Mingwei was amused by the thought of seeing an opportunity to gain profit¹ that it made him chuckle.

Min Yu prop up his body, and tilted his head and asked, “Did Xiao Shao find something amusing?”

“Nothing.” Shao Mingwei shook his head and thought, I didn't expect him to remember my surname.
Then he was distracted by how light Mr.
Min was.

Seeing that he doesn't want to answer, Min Yu wasn't bothered by it.
Then he suddenly thought of something.
“President Ma, he's always been like that.
He easily gets stimulated, please don't take it to heart.”

Shao Mingwei thought of President Ma's contemptuous eyes at the party.
It was somewhat filled with mockery, but he didn't take it to heart.
He said, “I won't.”

He sent Min Yu to the car, with one hand propped on the door, and was about to say goodbye when Min Yu suddenly said, “Xiao Shao.”

Shao Mingwei didn't know what to respond, so he asked, “Mr.
Min?”

Min Yu fumbled for a while on his leg and fished out a wallet from the pocket of his trousers and took out a few wads of red banknotes, folded it and placed it inside the pocket of Shao Mingwei's trousers.

Shao Mingwei's body turned rigid.
He had the urge to take out the money from his pocket and return it.

Min Yu gently patted his hand on Shao Mingwei's trousers.
There was no light in the car.
It was dark and quiet, but his posture was calm and gentle.
After a long while, he pursed his lips and smiled, and said in an unhurried voice, “Take it, I know you can use it…”

Shao Mingwei thought of Shao Rong, and he couldn't say anything to refute.
His hand that was grasping the car's door unconsciously tightened, the veins in bluish-green color appeared.

Min Yu stretched out his hand and gently patted his arm.
“It's getting late, go back and rest.”

Shao Mingwei lifted his hand off the car's door like a deflated balloon, then bid goodbye to him.
He watched the car leave, knowing that with the strength he exerted with his hand, it would leave a few fingerprints on the expensive car that was usually cleaned.

And even tonight’s traces, it will be wiped clean.