Chapter 46

How does it feel to sleep with your legs hanging down from the top floor of an apartment building? With one roll of the body, a start awake, or even a soft earthquake, one would be like a scrambled egg on the ground within a few seconds.

Xiao Yi had the answer: It was uncomfortable. His body ached as he attempted to open his eyes against the blinding sun beaming from above, simultaneously trying to sit up against the wishes of his still bruised back from the adventurous night of drinking he and V embarked on.

V, on the other hand, watched in amusement from the chair as the younger groaned and attempted to roll, only for his leg to hit the railing. He had been awake for a few hours now but had decided to stay home to do some work instead of going into the office. Hence, the laptop on his lap and binders full of papers are stacked on the balcony table with a bookshelf stopper on top to keep them from blowing away.

"Brother, don't get up too quickly."

Xiao Yi could hear the smirk in the other voice. He decisively raised one of his arms, closed his hand, and left the middle finger standing as he grumbled. "Who's your brother? Fuck."

Three minutes later, Xiao Yi sat next to V with his legs crossed and slowly sipped at the coffee that he'd stolen from the other, his eyes still heavy, his hair a mess, and his PJs still on.

V rested his arm on his hand and looked at the other. "Your biological brother misses you, Li Hao is annoying, and somehow fans have found out that you did not steal from the team. Oh, and my wife is trying to claim I had an affair with you, so she deserves alimony. That's what you missed when having a grand old nap."

Xiao Yi nodded at the first three, and as soon as 'affair' was mentioned, he spit the coffee into the air. All. Over. V's. Documents.

"Hey!" V jumped up and threw his sweater onto the paper to soak up the coffee before it could do more damage.

Xiao Yi coughed. "Affair? Is she insane? Just bury me six feet deep - you're not even my type!"

Not even my type. Not my type. Type. The words repeated in V's mind as he scrubbed the paper with his sweater, then, his hands paused and his head turned toward Xiao Yi. "You have a type? You're gay?"

Xiao Yi eyes glanced over like a lazy cat and lingered on V's face for a moment before he nodded.

Although Xiao Yi didn't realize the severity of his small comment, V's world had been turned upside down and he was sure Xiao Qiu would go into 'overprotective brother mode' if he heard the youngest's words.

For their entire friendship, V thought that Xiao Yi was just… Asexual, or didn't care about relationships. From what he knew, Xiao Yi had never shown interest in another, had never mentioned liking anyone, and was generally a guy who seemed to want to be on his own.

Relationship?

Would he have a brother-in-law soon?

V looked at the younger who took small sips of his coffee in the morning light and mumbled. "Who's your type?"

Xiao Yi shrugged. "I don't know. Not you, though."

V didn't know whether to be relieved, laugh, or be offended as he stared at Xiao Yi. Inevitably, he decided to change the topic since Xiao Yi seemed talkative. "What are you going to do about them?"

Them. Both men knew who he was talking about.

"Nothing." Xiao Yi hummed as he slid the balcony door open.

'Let them play, they'll get bored soon.'

Meanwhile, a certain captain sat in front of two screens with six documents opened.

Chen Qiang had managed not to just send his financial reports and contract, but the three other boys as well. Not only that, he had his hand on Frost's contract too. It wasn't financial reports, but it was something.

He also had a list of each tournament Team X won and the payouts.

"Xiao Yi." His finger tapped against the desk.

Xiao Qiu.

Xiao family.

Frost was from the Xiao family. Sure, it'd be a coincidence of last name, if Xiao Yi didn't mention 'Xiao Qiu' as his emergency contact.

He hadn't planned to get involved, but he was curious about the rumors of this past god that he'd never had the chance to face off against on stage.

Were the rumors right?

Why were these four men bringing the situation back to light?

Who was Frost?

Why, with that talent, did he just disappear?

The answers to three of those questions were right in front of him.

Each boy had 25% more of the winnings than they should have had. Not only was he not stealing from them, he was funding them while living off the very little salary he was getting through a shitty deal.

He laid out all in front of him and sent Chen Qiang a message.

[Midnight]: He doesn't owe you anything. The four of you are in debt of approximately 6 million yuan.

Chen Qiang paled as he read the message.

[Flame]: Debt? How?

[Midnight]: He split his prize winnings with you four and didn't take any for himself.