Are you okay?

"My dear friend," the elegantly dressed man addressed Jiang Wei, "it is rare to see the CEO at a party. A lot of beautiful women were devouring you with their eyes, but you didn't notice, admit it," the man said almost in a whisper the last phrase and winked at Wei.

"You may consider me a nerd, but I'm more interested in business than beautiful women. Let's discuss things quietly," Jiang Wei also lowered his voice and said.

The man smiled understandingly, let the director go ahead, and followed him. They went up to the second floor and entered a spacious office.

The ambassador filled two glasses of whiskey and added ice to begin the dialogue in a relaxed atmosphere. But his nervous voice and indignation immediately betrayed anger:

"This scumbag has let everybody down," the ambassador finally said, "we were counting on his involvement in our case."

"We saw it coming, didn't we?" replied Jiang Wei ironically. "If Li Guang suddenly became a reliable business partner, the heavens would surely fall on Beijing."

"It is impossible to express it more precisely," laughed the ambassador, "but our plan is now in jeopardy. Exporting is a delicate business; the wrong man on the other side can ruin everything. That bastard has great connections; we didn't count on his help for nothing."

"Futile excitement, Mr. Shu, everything will be handled in the best way possible. There is necessary information here," the director paused, showing his phone, "and you had better delete the document after reading it.

Jiang Wei sent Ambassador Shu the file and stepped aside, giving him time to read it. After a few minutes, the ambassador looked at Jiang Wei in amazement. Without saying anything, he finished his drink in a gulp and left the room without looking back.

"That's good," thought Jiang Wei, tipping the rest of something bitter and searing into himself.

He stretched himself lazily and, looking around, sat down in a cozy chair. The matter that had been troubling him had been settled more quickly than he had expected. The ambassador seemed completely satisfied with his proposal.

Jiang Wei began to be overcome by fatigue. He even felt like the room was floating. Shaking his head, he took out his phone and texted his aide an angry message,

[I'm in the office on the second floor. Where the hell do you go?]

After that, Jiang Wei suddenly lowered his head abruptly to his chest and... passed out. His assistant was running up the steps into the building at this very moment, and a girl in red and someone else entered Jiang Wei's room.

"Get his shirt off, quick, and what are you standing there for, get undressed!" ordered the man in an angry voice.

The girl, trembling, began to take off her clothes. Someone pulled out a camera. A girl in red underwear sat on Jiang Wei's lap. Although he was unconscious, they gave him a relaxed pose and took some pictures.

From the outside, it looked like he was getting tipsy and having fun with the young beauty.

But the criminals could not go too far, because they heard footsteps in the hallway. Hurriedly gathering their belongings, the company fled through another door, leaving Jiang Wei naked to the waist.

Entering the office, Shi Ling was speechless for a few seconds. But then his brain worked quickly and after making sure that the room was empty, he turned the lock and closed the door.

The boss had red lipstick on his face and neck. If the assistant hadn't known his boss's particular taste in men, he would have quite believed that he had been fooling around with one of his girlfriends.

But things had taken a serious turn and Jiang Wei was unconscious, and when Shi Ling hastily wiped the lipstick from his neck, he didn't smell so strong an odor of alcohol that he could pass out from the amount he drank.

Suddenly a cold sweat broke over him: the boss had been drugged!

Gathering his will into a fist, Shi Ling dialed the driver and ordered him to pull up to the back entrance, and then put on an earpiece and called the press secretary. Shi Ling's hands were free; he was just putting on Jiang Wei's shirt when the press secretary lazily said: "hello."

"Mr. Mao, trouble."

These three words instantly put the secretary on alert, and he listened with all seriousness to what Assistant Shi was telling him. After listening to the end, he tried to reassure the young man, for the latter's voice was trembling with excitement.

Mr. Mao was an experienced man who had managed to extricate his clients from similar troubles on more than one occasion. After finished talking to Shi's assistant, he headed to his office and called the right people.

Meanwhile, Shi Ling was tangling in the buttons shirt. This evening was proving to be too, too exciting. Trying to tuck his shirt behind his belt, Shi Ling encountered a new difficulty; the belt was tight, and his boss also folded it in half so that he had to prop it up with his shoulder.

"Jesus, what's the matter," Shi Ling mentally pleaded and decided to bring his boss to his senses.

He was counting on Jiang Wei to be able to solve everything; he was many times smarter than his underdog subordinate. Shi Ling worked up the courage and patted his face. There was no reaction.

When he saw the carafe of water on the table, he wanted to pour it into Jiang Wei's face, but he had the good sense to do so. After a moment, he took the boss by the shoulders and shook him gently. Zero. Shook harder. Nothing again.

"Boss," Shi Ling said right into the boss's ear, but he didn't move.

"Should I try to get him on his feet?" pondered Shi Ling and, picking up the boss under his arms, began to lift him. But this burden was too heavy. As soon as he pulled it off the chair, he had to drop the man back.

Shi Ling sat down on the floor and leaned on Jiang Wei's knee. If his boss had known what the young man was doing here, he would have killed him or died of indignation himself. Shi Ling grinned and looked at his belt.

"Damn it! Who cares?" he thought and began to undo the tight belt.

Surprisingly, the belt gave way quickly, and the next moment Shi Ling, covered in a cold sweat, began to carefully tuck in his shirt. Suddenly he noticed something bulging under his pants.

Shi Ling jumped back as if stung, wanting to forget about it. This awkward situation was getting worse and worse. Shi Ling pulled himself together and continued to dress the boss. And tomorrow he could quit the hell out of this position and forget the whole thing.

Finished with his shirt and belt, Shi Ling looked around for his jacket. He took the jacket in one hand and hugged his boss with the other, and, oh wonder, the man was on his feet.

Jiang Wei, to the great joy of Shi Ling, began to come to his senses. But, as they say, you can't rejoice too soon.

The barely awake man felt someone hugging him. "Li Guang?!" flashed through his mind, but this person (and it was a man) was shorter in height, and he seemed frail, whereas Li Guang was rough.

The young man's suit fit well, Jiang Wei noted approvingly. Also, the handsome line of his neck and neat ears did not escape his gaze. This part of his body was particularly liked by Wei, he even liked to give marks for it.

Still, who was this man, and why were Jiang Wei's legs barely holding his body?

"What happened?" he whispered with just his lips, his voice suddenly gone too.

"Boss, I think you've been drugged with something," replied Shi Ling, supporting the man's body.

"Huh?" wondered Jiang Wei. Did that cute young man call him a boss? But he didn't remember having someone so attractive in his charge.

"Can you walk?" inquired the young man, and the boss nodded his answer.

Slowly and carefully they walked toward the back exit. On the way, they had to stop to catch their breath. In the dim light of the emergency lights, they could barely see each other.

The abandoned stairs were seldom used, so it hadn't occurred to anyone to illuminate them adequately. It was for the best because Jiang Wei was starting to get a headache again and felt hot for some reason.

As he moved on, he was surprised to note that the young man's touch was becoming more and more pleasant and excited him more and more.

Jiang Wei began to lose his unsurpassed common sense as he fell into stupefaction. At another halt, he suddenly piled on top of the young man and shamelessly inhaled the scent coming from his body in the neck area.

"W...what is it, are you all right?" Shi Ling assumed that the boss got sick.

"Mmmm, why do you smell so sweet," Jiang Wei said with and hot breath on the assistant's neck.

"What's he talking about?" - flashed through Shi Ling's mind. Finding no reasonable answer, he picked up his boss and dragged him to the doors behind which the driver waited for them. Together they got Jiang Wei into the car and quickly drove off.

Shi Ling sat next to his boss and strained to think where and how he might have been drugged. He was always careful and at parties, he asked to open the bottle in front of him. That way, there was no way he could have been fooled.

Shi Ling remembered the glasses in the study and assumed that the crime had been committed by someone his boss was carelessly spending time with there. But he knew that it could only be Ambassador Shu, about whom Shi Ling had been gathering information for months.

In other words, no one at the party could have done it. That left the office. Shi Ling swooned: "sandwiches!" Although no, he had seen them being made.

Trying to calm down, he felt his back become cold and clammy with sweat.

All that remained was the medicine, as if by the way, Shi Ling thought, and immediately brushed it aside: he had bought it himself.

In the warmth of the car, Jiang Wei got a little tipsy again. The car was rocking him, and he wanted to sleep. But the young man beside him, sitting with his back straight, was very tense.

Jiang Wei saw only his profile, and if at first, he stared furtively, when he realized that the young man was immersed in himself, he began to look unashamedly. This young man was perplexing. A stranger at the same time and as if he was well acquainted.

Soon Jiang Wei's house showed up. Shi Ling helped him to get out of the car. Surprisingly, the boss behaved quietly and even remained silent. Instead of saying anything, he occasionally stopped his companion with a surprised look on his way home.

The fresh air had a sobering effect and Jiang Wei remained standing outside of his house. The unknown young man walked confidently into the house (he knew the code on the door from somewhere), and returned with a plaid in his hands.

Silently wrapping it around his boss, he leaned against the railing beside him. So they stood there, breathing in the cold night air. Jiang Wei heard the young man sighed.

He caught himself keeping his eyes on him and even tried to imagine how his heart was beating now.

In his stupefied state, he went even further and, suddenly, reached out his hand to the young man's chest and froze, listening to that lulling rhythm. Shi Ling also froze.

Though he was used to his boss's flighty, sometimes rude demeanor, now he seemed to be woven of nerves and his heart was beating fast and fast.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Wei asked.