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It is that time of the evening when everyone still sober filters into the quieter corners of the room. All the attendees of Xiao Enterprise's New Year's Eve party either properly drunk or being hoisted between two people and escorted to their awaiting transports. Jingyan finishes his whiskey, loosening his bowtie and relaxing back against the bar. It has been nothing short of a success, he thinks.The dancefloor has a few stragglers still dancing on the confetti covered surface. Jingyan wonders if Zhanying would say yes if he asks for one last dance with him before the venue sends a representative to politely ask them to leave. The roads should be clearing up, but no matter. Jingyan looks forward to slinking up to the suite he's taken in the hotel across the road, having a bath before he gets to curl up in bed with Zhanying.He signals the bartender for another, just in time to catch the sight of his Zhanying hurriedly coming in from the terrace looking utterly flushed and harried. Following close behind was his brother looking determined, and not slightly thunderous. It isn't until he sees Jinghuan grabbing Zhanying by the arm, that he picks up his whiskey and takes large strides over to them."...not interested. Please-""You're wasted on him, darling. You should be with me. I can take care of you-"They are starting to gain the notice of the few people still around. Jingyan feels a rush of anger at the fear that flashes in Zhanying's eyes. "Let go of me, Mr Xiao you're drunk."The drunk flush of Jinghuan's face twists into something vicious, spit flecks fly out of his snarling lips when Zhanying makes to move away again. "Listen here you fucking slut-"Jingyan has heard enough. He quickly slides himself in between them, smoothly squeezing Jinghuan's wrist until he lets go. Zhanying immediately steps back, relief evident in the press of his hand to Jingyan's hip."I think you've had enough to drink, brother." Jingyan says with a smile, even as his eyes speak of murder. Tilting his head back, he addresses Zhanying. "Go find Miss Qin, and call for a car.""Yes, Mr Xiao." Zhanying nods, brushing the back of his hand against Jingyan's fingertips as he leaves.Jinghuan scoffs. Thumbing at his nose, he nods. "I see what you just did there. Knight in shining armour swooping in to save the day. Well, that little bitch of yours came on to me first-""Jingyan!"Zhanying pulls him back before he can get in another shot. Jinghuan is on the floor clutching his broken nose, bleeding all over the front of his Gucci suit. "I'm fine, really." He assures Zhanying. "I promise."He's distinctly aware of the eyes and whispers that are on them. Clearing his throat, he turns to Miss Qin in her purple Versace gown. "See to it that your boss gets home." Leaning down, he brings his face as close to Jinghuan as he can stomach. "Don't ever speak about him like that. Don't look at him, don't even think abut him, and most of all don't you ever fucking dare touch him again. Or the next time, I'll break more than just your nose, big brother." He smiles, sweeping a hand over Jinghuan's coat. "Make sure you drink some water before you sleep." Jingyan takes a step back, throwing a smile over his shoulders as he leaves. "Wouldn't want you to get a hangover, now would we?" "You shouldn't have done that."Zhanying catches up to him at the main doors. Jingyan barely refrains himself sighing. Sliding a hand over his Zhanying's slender wrist, he gently guides them across the street to the hotel. Neither of them says anything until they're alone in the elevator. "You always get upset with me whenever I step in for you.""As I should." Zhanying replies. Jingyan doesn't have to look to know that his lover has an almost blank stare ahead at the doors. A clear sign of his anger. "You always forget that I can handle myself. I could've handled your brother.""Zhanying..."The elevator dings, cutting their conversation short. Zhanying pushes past Jingyan, walking on the plush carpeting to the hotel room door. "Zhanying, talk to me." Jingyan says the moment the door closes."Why should I? You don't seem to be listening." Zhanying scoffs. "Jingyan, you know all too well that you can't be seen to make moves against your elder brothers! You heard what Mr Su said; keep your head low, let him scheme and plan, and we can make the board of directors work for you instead of against you. You-"He stops Zhanying mid-rant with a hug. He holds him tight, cradling him intimately close until he feels the tension slowly disappearing. "You're an idiot.""Quiet you. I'm still your boss.""Not if you want to sleep on the sofa tonight, you're not." Jingyan smiles, tilting his head to kiss the soft skin behind Zhanying's ear, breathing in the scent of his cologne. "I'm sorry. You're more than capable of breaking my ass of a brother's wrist in two and I should've trusted you to do that.""Well," Zhanying hums. "Maybe not break. Would've just sprained it a little."Jingyan laughs, wrapping himself around Zhanying. He feels the soothing caressing motions of hands on his back, and sighs. "Sleep?""In a minute." Zhanying pulls away. Unbuttoning his jacket, he drapes it over the back of the sofa, kicking off his shoes as he walks towards the bedroom. "I'm going to take a shower.""Okay." Jingyan follows him with his eyes."And you're coming with me.""Okay!"