Chapter 11 - 1.11 Conspiracy [M]
When Ren Zexi returned home that night, it was almost 12 am already and rain had started to fall outside, making the air damp and humid. The living room was dark and only Butler An came out to greet him. Ren Zexi's heart sank when he heard the butler's first sentence. "Young Master... Master Lu is waiting for you in the library."
Ren Zexi sniffed his body and cursed inwardly. Even fifteen minutes of being outside couldn't disperse the repugnant scent of alcohol around him. The whole fiasco started with only a few classmates then somehow, Huang Zhihe also began to drink. Ren Zexi was forced to gulp down two cups, only then did he finally manage to pull himself away.
Still, part of the fault lay with him. He was curious about what alcohol tasted like and got tempted by Huang Zhihe's slick tongue.
"Do I smell that much?" He asked nervously.
Butler An grimaced and handed him a new shirt. "Well, you may change into this first."
"Thank you, Butler An and... I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I know that youngsters like you are in their peak of youth. Of course you need to go out and play with your friends. But then, this is your first time breaking the curfew after a while so Master Lu might be... a bit angry. You should go and talk to him."
Being at the receiving end of Butler An's pitying eyes, Ren Zexi gulped. He didn't know if it was the alcohol working or what other reason, but his heart started to race wildly as he rode the elevator to the library on the fourth floor. His skin also felt feverish even with the chilly air that seeped in through the gaps of the window.
The double door stood in front of him and he inhaled deeply before knocking. "Uncle Lu, I'm here..."
Lighting struck violently at the same time when the door creaked open. Ren Zexi's sight automatically fell onto the figure who was sitting in front of the fireplace with only a loose black robe covering his upper body and cotton pants, showing an expanse of his pale chest that was highlighted by the flicker of the flame. His golden locks fell above his eyes and he brushed them away in a fit of annoyance, his movement exuded elegance that befit a royalty.
The visual impact was too huge. Ren Zexi's breath hitched on his throat and his heart galloped even faster.