Our Secret

The Twin (4)

Yunlan saw Yezun everywhere he went. This time, it was not in his dream; Yezun was literally everywhere. He was at the business gathering, in front of the bar, in the parking lot of the mall, and even at the airport. It was hard to avoid Yezun, and Yunlan wished to avoid his ugly face at any cost. When Yezun sat beside him in the waiting lounge at the airport and asked Yunlan, "Did you put a tracker on me?"

Although Yunlan replied that he hadn't because he didn't care about him, in reality, he was lying. Yunlan wished he could put a tracker on that ugly creation so he could avoid him. The amount of annoyance he felt for Yezun was much more than the desire he felt to have Shen Wei in his arms. Or perhaps, this should not be compared. They couldn't be mixed up despite having the same face; they served entirely different purposes. One was pure and beautiful, graceful and kind like an angel, while the other was corrupted, ugly, menacing, and hostile—a beast from hell. One represented pure bliss, while the other represented dark matter.

On a very dark night, Fusheng entered the bar; it was empty like the roads. The sun had set hours ago, but the air was still hot and stifling. The weather was hotter compared to the previous year at this time, and the fear of the pandemic possibly returning still hung in the air. The bar felt more like a restaurant; only the lighting and the rack of alcohol bottles reminded anyone that it was a bar. "Something strong, the stronger the better," Fusheng said to the bartender, who began his work.

 "You seem under a lot of pressure!"

"Not really, but your boss always puts me under pressure. Can you please call him for me?"

The bartender found the situation hard to deal with. Very few people knew who the owner was, and he himself didn't even know the owner. He tried to reason with Fusheng politely, saying, "Sir..."

"Give me a pen and paper." The bartender quickly obliged, Fusheng wrote down a note with quick strokes. Despite his negligence, his handwriting was much better than expected. "Send this to your owner; I'm sure he'll want to see me in person."

Yunlan received a clear picture of the note, and with each word, his disgust grew...

"In the darkness, you touched me so eagerly. Tonight, I want to revive our missing memories."

That son of a bitch. Wait... missing, missing... the missing goods... heroin.

Yunlan hurriedly stuffed his mobile into his pocket and made a call. "Grab that guy. I'll be there in half an hour. Don't lose him."

The bar's boss pushed the underboss, Luo, into a VIP room with a rather disrespectful manner. Meanwhile, Yezun straightened his shirt and grabbed a bottle from the cabinet.

Yunlan arrived in twenty minutes. He checked his watch and calmed his nerves. He couldn't believe that this piece of shit wouldn't make his blood boil again.

"Boss, he's in room twelve. Here's the key."

"You locked him up!"

"Didn't you say to grab the guy?"

"Your mother is so lucky; you're still in one piece. You just locked up the boss of the Red Dragon. Burn some incense at your ancestors' graves."

As Yunlan entered the room with insufficient light, everything was rad; the outline of the person resemble Wei, Shen Wei, he is now drinking from a large bottle. Shen Wei didn't drink and this is not Shen Wei Yunlan reminded himself. "You are first time here and no one has attended to you. I am sorry for my people's ignorance. They didn't quit get, the underboss Luo visited our humble space personally."

"No worries. I'm already entertained by your captivating presence. Soon, they'll know I'm your boyfriend, not just a guest."

"Don't lay your eyes on things that belong to your brother."