It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

The person on the other end of the phone was the vice mayor of Haishi. The two had collaborated on several government projects related to "attracting investment" and were usually on friendly terms with each other.

"Brother Wei? Why are you calling me all of a sudden?" Mayor Chen was surprised.

"I need your help," Wei Xun said in a low voice. "Have you ever heard of the 'Thorn Rose Club'?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then Mayor Chen's tone became cautious: "Brother Wei, why are you asking this?"

"I have...I have...uh, there's someone who came from that club. He has a surveillance chip implanted in his body and is taking illegal drugs for a long time. Can you help me...?"

"Brother Wei, it's not that I don't want to help you," Mayor Chen said, looking troubled. "This club... you'd better stay away. The waters run too deep; it's beyond our control."

Wei Xun frowned: "Can't we think of a solution? We're willing to spend any amount of money."

"It's not about the money," Mayor Chen sighed. "This club has a very complicated background. I advise you not to be too persistent, lest you get yourself into trouble."

After hanging up, Wei Xun dialed another number, this time to a high-ranking official in the military region, with whom he had a very close friendship.

"Ah Feng, do me a favor."

"Ah-Xun? What is it?"

"I need the best surgeons and pharmacologists in your military region, the sooner the better." Wei Xun briefly explained Nan Yan's situation, specifically mentioning the "Thorn Rose Club".

Ah Feng was silent for a long time on the other end of the phone, then said in a serious tone, "Ah Xun, you can't get involved with this club. I advise you to stop immediately and leave that kid alone, or you'll regret it."

"I brought him here, I can't just abandon him."

"It's not a question of whether you can manage it, it's that you can't." Ah Feng's voice was urgent: "This club has existed for so many years, no one can touch it, the power behind it is beyond your imagination. Don't waste your energy."

Wei Xun wanted to say something, but A Feng had already hung up the phone.

Unwilling to give up, he dialed a third number, which was his sworn brother, Ah Jin.

Ah Jin has connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles, and is well-informed.

"Jinzi, let me ask you, how much do you know about the 'Thorn Rose Club'?"

"Brother Wei, why are you suddenly asking this?" Ah Jin asked in surprise. "Did you offend them?"

"No, there's someone who came out of there, with a chip embedded in his body, and I want to save him."

Ah Jin sighed: "Brother Wei, you've been abroad all this time, so you don't know the situation in China. This club has become increasingly rampant over the past decade, with many powerful figures behind it, and no one dares to touch them. As for the chips you mentioned, to prevent them from being removed, they're all embedded in the spine, intertwined with the nerves. Not to mention in China, even the best surgeons abroad aren't confident they can perform this surgery; the risks are too great."

"What about the illegal drugs they've been taking for years? The kind that cause organ failure? Is there an antidote?"

"Antidote?" Ah Jin chuckled. "There's no antidote for that stuff. Those drugs are specially made, with complex ingredients. Long-term use causes irreversible organ damage. Brother Wei, I advise you to give up. You can't beat them."

"I don't believe it," Wei Xun said firmly. "There's always a way."

"Brother Wei, I know you're upright and incorruptible. But don't be foolish," Ah Jin said helplessly. "I've seen too many people who try to go against them, and they all end up badly. If you really care about that child, stop thinking about revenge or curing him. Just spend the rest of your days with him. That's better than anything else."

After hanging up the phone, Wei Xun leaned against the wall, his phone slipping from his hand and falling onto the carpet.

He closed his eyes, Ah Jin's words still echoing in his mind.

With no antidote, the surgery extremely risky, and powerful forces behind it, is he really going to give up?

No.

Wei Xun suddenly opened his eyes.

He bent down to pick up his phone, swiped his finger across the screen, and found that familiar number—the contact number for the Thorn Rose Club.

The call was quickly answered, and the other end of the line spoke respectfully and humbly: "Hello Mr. Wei, how can I help you?"

"I'd like to go to the club myself to pick out the toys, is that alright?" Wei Xun's voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

The other party paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course, Mr. Wei, when is a convenient time? We'll be waiting for you anytime."

"Tomorrow morning."

"Is nine o'clock okay? We'll send a car to pick you up."

"Can."

……

The next day, Wei Xun canceled all his work.

After getting up and exercising, he ordered room service: "Two breakfasts, one according to my standards, plus a cup of hot milk, and all kinds of desserts, the more the better."

After hanging up the phone, Wei Xun took out his phone, opened the financial news, and leaned back on the sofa to read it, but his eyes kept glancing towards the second bedroom.

Nan Yan finally woke up in the second bedroom.

He opened his eyes and was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that he was in a hotel bed.

I moved around and realized that I wasn't wearing any clothes or shoes, and that I was covered with a soft blanket.

He frowned, wondering to himself: I was definitely wearing clothes to sleep last night, how could I have taken them off? Could it be that I took them off while half asleep?

He got up, picked up the T-shirt from the bedside table, and carefully put it on.

After washing up, Nan Yan had just reached the living room door when Wei Xun noticed her.

He turned off his phone screen and spoke in a gentler tone than usual: "Awake? Come and have breakfast."

Nan Yan followed his gaze to the dining table, and her eyes instantly lit up.

The table was laden with desserts: cream cakes, mango mousse, chocolate chip cookies, and several small, colorful macarons that looked delicious.

"These are all... sir, may I eat them?" Nan Yan walked to the dining table, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Hmm." Wei Xun picked up his knife and fork and began cutting the bacon on his plate. "If you like it, eat as much as you want. Don't be silly and overeat like you did yesterday."

Nan Yan's cheeks flushed instantly. Remembering how she had been so full she was burping yesterday, she lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly: "Yes, sir."

He picked up a strawberry tart, took a small bite, and the sweet and sour taste of the strawberry and the crispy crust melted in his mouth—it was absolutely delicious.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his face full of satisfaction, and he ate with great focus.

Wei Xun ate his breakfast while glancing at him every now and then.

The boy's profile looked exceptionally soft in the sunlight, dotted with a few fine frostings, and his lips were slightly upturned, making him look exceptionally well-behaved.

"I'm going out today too," Wei Xun said, breaking the silence. "Just like yesterday, do whatever you want, as long as you're back before eight o'clock tonight."

"Yes, sir."

"Do you still have any money?" Wei Xun asked.

Nan Yan put down the strawberry tart in her hand, took out the money from her pocket, and carefully unfolded it.

The money was neatly folded, with both whole and small change.

Wei Xun glanced at it and raised an eyebrow: "You only spent this much yesterday?"

"Hmm," Nan Yan said seriously, "It cost 23 yuan. 10 yuan for rice balls, 5 yuan for milk, and 8 yuan for cake. I gave the remaining 120 yuan to a driver..."

Wei Xun couldn't help but smile: "You can do arithmetic too, not bad."

Nan Yan lowered her head, her long eyelashes obscuring the emotions in her eyes.

Of course he can do arithmetic.

At the club, the trainer would make him count the number of hits; if he counted wrong, the punishment would be doubled.

Wei Xun, oblivious to his sadness, assumed he was just embarrassed and continued, "Use the money I gave you as you please, don't be so frugal. Buy whatever you want, eat whatever you want, and I'll give you more when you're done."

"Thank you, sir." Nan Yan's voice choked with emotion.

Wei Xun glanced at his phone; it was already 8:50. The car from the "Thorn Rose Club" that was supposed to pick him up should be arriving soon.

He stood up, picked up his suit jacket draped over the sofa, and then picked up his tie, which he skillfully fastened.

After straightening his clothes, he walked to the dining table, picked up the remaining half cup of coffee, took a sip, and a little coffee foam clung to his lower lip.

Today's coffee beans are South African beans specially prepared by the hotel, with a rich and full-bodied flavor.

Wei Xun narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and finished the rest of his coffee in one gulp.

Nan Yan had been secretly watching him, and she was a little puzzled when she saw him drinking coffee.

Yesterday morning, he also drank coffee like Wei Xun. It was clearly very bitter, so why did Wei Xun drink it with such satisfaction?

Wei Xun noticed his gaze and turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

"No...it's nothing." Nan Yan quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at him again.

Without thinking much of it, Wei Xun said, "The coffee is especially good today, would you like to try some?"

Nan Yan's face flushed instantly, and her heart started racing.

He looked up at Wei Xun, his eyes filled with hesitation and confusion.

Sir, let him have a taste... does that mean let him taste it with his mouth like he does at the club?

In the club, if guests have had alcohol or coffee, they will be...

Although he never actually did it, those images and the trainer's instructions were etched into his mind.

"Sir, what do you want me to do?" Nan Yan's voice trembled.

"I'll let you try some," Wei Xun said, reaching for the coffee pot to pour Nan Yan a cup. "Come here."

But Nan Yan misunderstood.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made a momentous decision, and walked tremblingly to Wei Xun, tilting his head back...

The boy's eyes were moist, as if they were filled with water, carrying a hint of timidity and a hint of ingratiation, his long eyelashes trembling gently.

"gentlemen……"

Before Wei Xun could react, he tiptoed slightly, grabbed Wei Xun's clothes, brought his face close, and then—

He kissed her.

Their lips touched, and Nan Yan gently extended her tongue to lightly lick Wei Xun's lower lip.

The warm, soft touch glided across my lips, carrying a faint hint of strawberry sweetness, and swirled in the coffee foam.

Wei Xun froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and his expression instantly hardened.