Yesterday bl novel

Hong Kong, this city known as the "Pearl of the Orient," is opening its arms to welcome me…

As I entered the Rong family's mansion, I saw Father Rong and his son already standing inside the doorway.

"You must be tired from your journey, Shengsheng," said the head of the Rong family, Rong Bing, stepping forward.

"Uncle Rong," I replied politely, giving him a light kiss on the cheek. Hong Kong, after all, is a place that favors tradition, and I wasn't sure if this elderly man would mind Western customs. But he smiled and accepted the greeting kiss.

Rong Yuting, dressed in a sharp suit yet forever carrying an air of untamed indifference, had his hands in his pockets and flashed me a grin, revealing his white teeth. "We've all been looking forward to your arrival, Shengsheng."

"I hope I'm not imposing," I said. I wasn't particularly fond of people using my childhood nickname so freely, but perhaps this was the Hong Kong way of showing familiarity. "I'm only here for a short stay. I didn't expect my father to call and trouble Uncle Rong."

"Your father and I are old friends. Please, don't stand on ceremony. Make yourself at home," Uncle Rong said with a warm smile.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, I noticed another person standing silently to the side.

"Oh, Yujiang, come and meet Shengsheng." The silent man was brought before me by Uncle Rong. "Shengsheng, you know Yuting. This one you probably haven't met. My eldest son—Yujiang."

"Welcome to Hong Kong," a broad palm extended towards me.

I looked at this somewhat shy man and suddenly felt like smiling.

"Hello, I'll be causing you some trouble," I said, deliberately grabbing his hand and giving it a firm squeeze.

He seemed to notice my intention, but merely responded with a gentle smile.

So this was the Rong family's eldest son.

Rong Yujiang, who bore the halo of the firstborn but, lacking the quick-wittedness and capability of his younger brother, constantly risked losing ground in the battle for the Rong family inheritance.

"Young Master Huang, I've already placed your luggage in your room," a servant who had carried my bags said to me courteously.

"Thank you." I released Rong Yujiang's hand and turned to Uncle Rong. "I'd like to take a shower first. The long flight is quite tiring."

"Rest well," Uncle Rong said. "We'll wait for you for dinner. Worried you might not be used to Chinese food, we specially asked the kitchen to prepare French cuisine."

I smiled gratefully and prepared to go upstairs.

Rong Yuting hurried over. "Let me show you to the guest room. Follow me." Truly, the astute second young master knows how to seize the opportunity to build a good relationship with the son of an important board member.

As I followed him upstairs, I glanced back at the corner and saw Rong Yujiang still standing in the living room, as if watching me ascend. Seeing me look back, he nodded slightly and smiled.

I returned his polite gesture and followed Rong Yuting's directions into the room.

After a comfortable shower, I felt almost too lazy to move.

I really resented my father for turning a relaxing vacation into this—imposing on an old friend in Hong Kong to look after me. On the surface, it was about providing room and board for convenience, but in reality, it was just to keep me out of trouble and find an opportunity for me to build connections with the Rong family's younger generation.

A calculating old man. When would he ever stop thinking about his business deals?

Complaints aside, knowing the hosts were waiting for me for dinner, I dutifully changed into casual wear and went downstairs.

"Sorry, my shower took a bit longer than expected."

The three members of the Rong family were already seated in the large dining room, and several dishes had been served.

"It's no trouble. Your timing is perfect," Rong Yuting said with a smile. "As if calculated precisely."

This guy always easily puts on a familiar face.

I shook my damp hair and noticed Rong Yuting was wearing a white casual outfit that matched mine quite well. His eyes, behind gold-rimmed glasses, kept glancing my way.

In contrast, Rong Yujiang seemed much more introverted. He wore a conventional black suit paired with a pair of black-framed glasses.

Few people wore black-framed glasses these days; Rong Yujiang's attire gave him an even milder demeanor.

I smiled, fixing my gaze on Rong Yujiang's face. "Eldest Brother Rong's glasses are quite unique."

"Huh?" Seemingly surprised I was speaking to him, he looked up at me in astonishment. "Oh, I'm used to these glasses. Worn them for many years."

"Quite nostalgic. People like that tend to value relationships deeply," I said, smiling at Uncle Rong.

Uncle Rong said, "Shengsheng, Yujiang is rather introverted. Please don't mind him."

"Not at all. One look, and you can tell he's easy to get along with."

Someone coughed lightly beside me. I turned and saw Rong Yuting looking uncomfortable.

Rong Yuting put a piece of steak in his mouth, chewed thoroughly, and then asked me, "Shengsheng, where do you plan to go sightseeing? I'm the best tour guide in all of Hong Kong."

His eyes widened, somewhat at a loss. This made me chuckle happily.

Deliberately, I gave him a charming look and said, "So, you really won't be my tour guide and show me around?"

How many figures in the financial world had fallen for this look of mine? How could Rong Yujiang resist?

"I…" He even seemed to have difficulty breathing. "I have… tomorrow…"

"Who said anything about tomorrow? Can't the Rong family's main gate be opened at night?" I simply moved closer and linked my arm with his.

This man seemed inexperienced with male seduction; his reactions were very raw.

"Wearing this?"

"Does Hong Kong law prohibit wearing bathrobes on the street?"

I dragged him out straight through the main door, forcing him to drive the sports car out.

I randomly pointed to a place on the map and demanded Rong Yujiang drive me there.

The car was well-maintained, smooth, and fast.

I rolled down the window, letting the wind rush in noisily.

Rong Yujiang, while driving, looked at me helplessly. "You're letting all the air conditioning out."

I turned my head and gave him a radiant smile.

He immediately blushed and averted his gaze back to the road.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt like seducing someone.

This honest guy probably hadn't tasted what it was like with a man, right?

I simply opened the front of my bathrobe, letting the wind hit my chest directly.

The screech of brakes immediately sounded, and we almost crashed into a tree by the roadside.

"You… you…" The driver looked at me, breathless.

"Me what? Does Hong Kong law prohibit baring one's chest in a car?" I raised an eyebrow in retort.

He stared at me for a long time, calmed down, and resumed his usual gentle and peaceful demeanor. "Put it back on, you'll catch a cold."

I hated it when people ignored my charm.

I suddenly grabbed him by the collar and pressed myself against him.

"Yujiang, have you ever tried it with a man?" I whispered, breathing into his ear.

*This is fun. The younger brother wants to seduce me, but I'm going after the elder brother.*

He seemed like he wanted to get angry but couldn't, frowning. "I'm not gay."

"Ha, you think I am? It's just for fun, a new global trend. Everyone in high society tries it once or twice."

I usually detested old-fashioned sticklers; if I encountered one, I'd definitely mess with them thoroughly. But this honest man's demeanor was truly amusing, and I couldn't resist teasing him.

"Kiss me," I ordered.

"Why?"

"Then why did you agree to come out with me so late? And wearing a bathrobe?"

"Don't be unreasonable." He looked at my offered lips, his dark brows knitted together.

I couldn't tell if he was troubled by my actions or struggling between reason and recklessness.

I watched him confidently.

Taboo acts were often committed by those who were often the most restrained, traditional, obedient, and introverted.

And Rong Yujiang was the epitome of such people.

On a night like this, with such pleasant wind, dressed like this, and with my body—experienced in exuding sexual allure—Rong Yujiang wouldn't escape my trap.

Sure enough, he lowered his head and gently kissed me.

I smiled.

*Another misdeed done. I've lured the always rule-abiding Eldest Young Master Rong into the abyss. My old man would surely be proud of me.*

Rong Yujiang's kiss was very gentle, not particularly skilled, but quite comfortable.

It felt very sincere.

Hearing my laughter, he asked, "What are you laughing at?" This guy was so innocent; after just one kiss, his voice was full of tenderness, deep enough to be intoxicating. Completely different from those who, even after sharing a bed, could pretend nothing happened the next day.

"Do you like me?" I asked, tilting my head up.

He looked at me and said very seriously, "Yes, I like you."

I scoffed. "You've only known me for how long? Can you like someone after just a minute?"

"One second," he said. "When you entered the Rong house, the moment I saw you, I wanted to keep looking at you. I was just a bit shy."

I burst out laughing, never expecting this taciturn man to be so good at sweet talk.

Right there by the dark roadside, I lay back in the car and took off my bathrobe.

"Touch me."

He asked, "Where?"

His heart was pounding, his mouth dry.

"Here." I grabbed his hand and placed it on my chest.

He jerked it back as if bitten by a snake.

I pursed my lips and chuckled.

"Kiss me."

He obediently leaned over and carefully pressed his lips to mine.

"Do you really like me?"

"Yes."

"How much?"

"I don't know."

I liked hanging onto him while wearing this little. Rong Yujiang was very strong. I rubbed his back muscles, slipping my hand inside his bathrobe.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this?"

"Yes." He was like a schoolboy, answering every question simply and clearly, absolutely without deceit.

I knew my charm had taken effect. Another conquest at my feet.

Calculating the time and effort, on average, I could probably settle one per night.

"Yujiang, say my name."

"Shengsheng…"

"Say it again."

"Shengsheng, Shengsheng, Shengsheng……"

Under the night sky, I smiled like the reincarnation of Yang Guifei.

(Emperor Xuanzong’s - Tang Dynasty - consort, one of the “four beauties of ancient China”, blamed her for the emperor “neglecting his duties” and a rebellion, later on the emperor ordered her forced suicide)

We returned to the Rong house silently.

Waking early the next day and going downstairs, I found the Rong father and sons having breakfast.

"Good morning, Uncle Rong, Yujiang, Yuting."

Uncle Rong had a bowl of plain congee in front of him. "Morning, Shengsheng. We were going to have a servant ask you to come down for breakfast, but Yujiang said you must be tired from the long flight and should sleep in, so we didn't disturb you."

I gave Yujiang a subtle glance and saw him bashfully looking down at his breakfast. I couldn't help but smile, curling my lips. "Yujiang is so considerate. Thank you; I did sleep well."

Rong Yuting interjected, "Indeed, Big Brother is very considerate. Shengsheng, what are your plans for today? I'll arrange a driver for you."

"That won't be necessary. Father said since I'm in Hong Kong, I should play less and learn more from Uncle Rong. I think I'll go with you to Rong Corporation and take a look." I lowered my head, smiling faintly, not letting Rong Yuting see the scorn in my eyes.

*It's too late, Rong Yuting. You've always been no match for your elder brother, and this time he's beaten you to it.*

I stole a glance at the gentle Rong Yujiang, feeling an unexpected sweetness in my heart. Having seduced countless people, it seemed I'd never felt this way before.

*Wait, shouldn't I be the one who beat him to it?* I laughed inwardly.

After breakfast, I went to the company with the Rong father and sons. In front of everyone, I specified I wanted to ride in Rong Yujiang's car.

"I like this model the most. It's comfortable and steady."

Rong Yuting, who had been eager to drive me, looked displeased but forced a smile and opened the car door for me.

Rong Yujiang sat in the driver's seat, looking both amused and exasperated.

"What, afraid I'll spill the beans?" I asked.

"I didn't expect you to be so bold. Aren't you afraid they'll suspect something?" Sure enough, after one night, the hypocrisy of the obedient son surfaced.

I humphed. "The more you sneak around, the more suspicious people become. You know nothing about strategy."

"Yes, yes, I don't understand."

The man driving smiled slightly, his eyes filled with tenderness as he looked at me.

Sitting beside him like this actually gave me a sense of happiness.

Bewildered, I touched my head and said to Rong Yujiang, "You know, you have a natural talent for seduction."

"Oh?"

"Because whenever you look at me, my heart races."

This was half-true, half-false, but he seemed to believe it completely. His handsome face suddenly flushed, and he glanced at me delightedly.

A wave of blushing and heart-pounding ensued, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to make love with him.

This fool. Last night, with such a perfect opportunity, he had gritted his teeth and resisted touching me.

I knew he was struggling internally, and I was also moved by his respect for me—although I didn't really need such respect. The two of us, in our bathrobes, had returned to our respective rooms without resolving the issue, leaving things worse after a few passionate kisses before parting.

As a result, I tossed and turned all night, cursing the adorable but conservative Rong Yujiang ten thousand times.

*A true gentleman—really, the first time I've encountered one.*

At the company, I entered Rong Yujiang's office openly.

The furnishings were simple, with stacks of documents piled high on the desk.

Looking around, I quickly realized that Rong Yuting dumped all the heavy work on his honest elder brother. I walked over and flipped through the files on the desk; they were neatly organized, and the ones already processed bore Rong Yujiang's tidy handwriting.

This man wasn't stupid at all and was very meticulous in his work.

"Father's office is one floor up. Yuting's office is next door," Yujiang said, closing the door and smiling at me.

"Trying to remind me not to make any moves here?" I deliberately narrowed my eyes at him.

Yujiang smiled sheepishly and came to stand beside me.

I knew he wanted to get close to me, but lacked the nerve. Sighing, I grabbed his hand and wrapped it around my waist.

The guided hand immediately clung tightly to my waist, as if never intending to let go.

"Does Yuting always bully you?"

"He's the younger brother. As the elder brother, I have to yield."

I scoffed. "Sooner or later, he'll devour you, and then you'll recognize this brother."

chairman who's easier to deal with?"

As for the obvious point that honest people are easier to control, I didn't need to spell it out.

"The Rongs are an elite family. Do you think you can influence this?"

"Just watch for now. But if we need to use shareholder privileges, Dad, you have to back me up."

The old man was silent on the other end of the line. I knew he was tempted.

Probably, a plan to annex Rong Corporation had already been drafted and was in his hands.

After hanging up, I lay back on the bed.

Suddenly, I felt immensely ambitious, knowing I had a big task ahead.

To kick out Rong Yuting, who already had a firm grip on Rong Corporation, and let Rong Yujiang, the adopted son, inherit the throne.

For some reason, I genuinely wanted to help Yujiang.

*Had I fallen for him?*

I shook my head. I'd never fallen for someone so quickly in my life; it was impossible.

My waist felt warm, and I remembered Yujiang holding me around the waist in the office this morning.

*Forget it. It's for the future of our Huang family. After all, we have many investments tied up with Rong Corporation. Having Yujiang in charge is better than dealing with Rong Yuting in the future.*

Finding an excuse for myself, I finally fell asleep peacefully.

Half-asleep, half-awake, I sensed slight movement.

I woke up with a start.

Looking, I found Yujiang sitting by the bed. I felt a faint sense of surprise, but in a pleasant sense.

"It's you." I patted my racing heart.

"It's me." He looked down at me and smiled slightly. "I couldn't sleep and thought you might be thirsty again, so I came to check on you."

"My door was locked. Did you pick the lock in the middle of the night to see if a guest was thirsty?"

He said sheepishly, "I have a key."

I suddenly found him incredibly handsome, and my seductive instincts kicked in again. I gave him a charming, alluring smile. "So you prepared a key in advance, ready to steal kisses from the Rong family's guests anytime." I even lifted a leg and draped it over his shoulder, watching him fluster.

Yujiang's eyes looked like they wanted to devour me, but his actions remained proper. He grabbed my foot, gently placed it back on the bed, and pulled the thin quilt over me. "Be careful not to catch a cold. The Rong family's air conditioning is particularly strong."

"I'm not cold." I deliberately let my fair, delicate ankle peek out from under the covers, swaying it before his eyes.

He shook his head helplessly, grabbed my ankle, and tucked it back under the quilt.

"Yujiang, do you really like me?" I seemed to have asked this before, but asking again couldn't hurt.

"I like you. Really."

I found myself loving his voice.

"I want to work with you."

"Okay. Given your status, you can definitely participate in Rong Corporation's executive meetings."

"I want you to take me around."

"Once I finish the work at hand, I'll take you out properly."

We talked for over half an hour. I yawned and closed my eyes.

Yujiang stood up and gently kissed my forehead.

Too lazy to even open my eyes, I grabbed the front of his bathrobe and pulled his lips to mine.

The kiss, carrying Yujiang's scent, spread through my mouth.

Gentle and slow, like a small stream trickling over moss-covered rocks.

"Sleep," he whispered in my ear.

I fell into a deep sleep.