Disciplinary Code

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Ji Yao didn’t expect that one day he would actually run into Jiang Heng.

The newly opened bar was filled with noise, colorful flashing lights bouncing around non-stop.

The public seating area was filled with the faint sound of falling bottle caps.
Ji Yao huddled in a corner of the semi-open seating area, absentmindedly rubbing the cold glass of the wine glass with his fingers.

His gaze fell on a man in a suit and leather shoes not far from where he was – the man had just taken a seat ten minutes ago and had just received a glass of iced whisky from the bartender.

The man was dressed in a dark blue casual suit and wore a clean mechanical watch on his left hand.
The lights in the bar refracted off the ice cubes in his glass and shone onto the watch face, leaving behind a sparkling light.

Though the man was facing away from Ji Yao, Ji Yao easily filled in his face in his mind.

Seeing Jiang Heng at that moment, Ji Yao hadn’t expected it himself.
After three years, he could still recognize him at a glance with just a side profile.

“What are you looking at?” He Xiangyin, who had circled back from the bar, plopped down beside Ji Yao.
He stretched his arm and tapped Ji Yao’s glass with his, casually asking, “Found something interesting?”

“No,” Ji Yao withdrew his gaze and said, “It’s too noisy.”

He Xiangyin didn’t believe his words.
He followed the direction Ji Yao had looked earlier and glanced towards the bar counter, spotting Jiang Heng sitting there.

No other reason but in this chaotic environment, Jiang Heng was simply too eye-catching.

He wasn’t alone; there was a young man sitting next to him.
He appeared to be in his early thirties, similar in age to Jiang Heng, and their fashion sense was somewhat alike.
The man held a brightly colored cocktail in his hand and was engrossed in conversation with Jiang Heng.

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Jiang Heng listened with his head slightly tilted to the side, a silver semi-frame pair of glasses perched on his nose.
His eyes behind the lenses curved slightly, showing a concentrated expression.

Under the noisy music, it was wishful thinking to try and hear a conversation from several meters away.
But He Xiangyin quickly shifted his gaze away, gesturing towards Jiang Heng’s back.

“Do you have a crush on him?” He Xiangyin said, “As a friendly advice, you should give up on him.
You can’t handle him.”

“Do you know him?” Ji Yao took a sip of his drink and asked casually.

“Not very well, but I have a friend who was his former schoolmate.
I’ve heard a bit about him,” He Xiangyin said, “He’s quite a celebrity at the University.
His posts still pop up occasionally on the campus forum.”

Ji Yao twirled his glass in his hand.

Jiang Heng graduated from Shanghai University, he knew that.
The circle was small for people with their sexual orientation, and it wasn’t unusual to hear about each other.

But Jiang Heng had left Shanghai after graduating, and it had been about six years since then.
It was quite unbelievable that people still knew his “name.”

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However, Ji Yao thought again and realized that it wasn’t that strange if it was indeed Jiang Heng.

He was the kind of person who was deep, affectionate and devoted, with an unexplainable wellspring of energy.
He could always remember various anniversaries, birthdays, and details about his lovers’ preferences, and he enjoyed creating surprises in the mundane life, like a natural love machine that could be brought out and used as a “template” whenever needed.

He was like a rose that never withered, and like a spring that never ran dry, able to offer love without pause.

So, despite the fact that his moments of deep affection were always short-lived, there were still people who continued to pursue him one after another.

“They say he’s a playboy, he’s caught more fish than I’ve eaten meat,” He Xiangyin lowered his voice, gossiping, “But oddly enough, none of his exes can find fault with him – it’s absurd.
You better not get involved with him.”

Ji Yao didn’t respond to this, he just took another sip of his drink and looked away.

In his heart, he thought, “I know about this” – he knew it too well.
In fact, he knew so much about Jiang Heng that he could probably host a tea party with all of Jiang Heng’s exes and nobody would understand him better.

He had experienced Jiang Heng’s terrifyingly deep affections and thoughtfulness, making him the person who understood Jiang Heng’s limits the most in this world.

“However, I think if you’re really interested in him, you might as well give it a try,” He Xiangyin leaned in with interest, nudging Ji Yao with his elbow, “Fight fire with fire; who knows, you might be able to provoke a dragon.
But it might be a bit tricky in terms of positioning; I heard he’s a top.”

Ji Yao: “…”

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He withdrew his hand in silence, placed his glass on the table, and picked up his coat from the back of his chair.
Then, he stood up.

“I’m l