Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 747: [Yan Jian Extra] 25. On a Winter Night, That Sweet and Soft Taste_4

Mark wiped his tears again, then turned his head shyly and smiled at Ben Shaming, who was sitting next to him: "You must be laughing at me in your heart."

Ben Shaming looked back at him coldly, "No, I’m focused on watching the play."

Mark laughed and turned his head back: "Yeah, how could I forget you’re French. The most romantic country, so even opera, no matter how profound, you can understand it."

As Mark spoke, he edged closer to Ben Shaming: "But seeing your face this tense, don’t take it too seriously. What’s on stage is just a play, we paid the money just to laugh and cry. After watching, we should forget about it when we leave the performance hall, and do whatever we need to do. If you take it seriously and let it affect your mood, it would be a misuse of your energy."

Ben Shaming’s pupils tightened slightly: "I don’t see it that way. All theater comes from life. Although theatrical conflicts are more intense than real life, they are just highly concentrated realities."

Mark smiled helplessly: "Look at you, you really are taking it seriously."

He didn’t say anything more and pressed his handkerchief to the corner of his eye, waiting for a new wave of tears.

Ben Shaming took it seriously, how could he not? Because this was the "fateful play" Mark had chosen for him; the protagonist’s background and destiny closely mirrored Ben Shaming’s own. The emotions Ben Shaming felt surpassed the story itself; it was anger at his own fate.

Only anger could cause a hitman to lose composure, lose the instincts of defense and vigilance, allowing others to find an opportunity.

Everything was under Mark’s control, and he was very pleased with Ben Shaming’s reaction.

The only exception... was when he got closer to Ben Shaming and unexpectedly caught a faint sweet scent from him.

That didn’t quite match Ben Shaming’s temperament.

So after the play, when he took Ben Shaming to dinner, he couldn’t help but smile and ask: "Have you been fond of desserts lately?"

If so, it wouldn’t be surprising. After all, it’s still winter, and combined with the winter of one’s mood, having some sweets to supplement warmth and reduce stress is nothing wrong. To his surprise, Ben Shaming shot him a wary look: "Why?"

Mark squinted his eyes with interest, smiling as he shook his head: "Nothing. Just thinking what kind of dessert I should order for you after the meal to suit your taste."

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That night, Mark didn’t let Ben Shaming leave.

The anger both inside and outside the play was displayed with the force Ben Shaming exerted, making Mark very satisfied.

In the moment of passion, he embraced Mark and, amid confusion and desire, said: "...What he can’t give you, I will. Anyway, he’s getting married, just forget him, stay with me forever."

Ben Shaming’s actions became even more desperate and frantic.

Mark turned his head back and slowly squinted his eyes.

Ben Shaming didn’t answer verbally, but his actions gave a clearer reply: he couldn’t do it; he still couldn’t forget James.

Mark breathed longingly, turned around, and cupped Ben Shaming’s face.

"But he doesn’t want you anymore. No matter how devoted you are to him, he doesn’t want you anymore. Little Ben, you’re really a fool. He chose a woman over you. He always liked women; he never genuinely liked men... never genuinely liked you, right? Then everything he did to you, wasn’t it all a deception?"

"He deceived you out of your feelings, took fifteen years of your time, now he’s heading towards a happy marriage and will have a bunch of children with Catherine... And you, my poor Little Ben, do you want to live alone, lonely, for the rest of your life?"

Ben Shaming looked over at Mark, his black eyes filled with the night.

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Since James announced his engagement, Yan Jian spent more time and energy at the studio. Every day, she tried to return home as late as possible and have minimal contact with her family.

She also thought to herself that maybe this was being too obvious, but... after all, he did openly show up at her house once, and she was just worried her family would misunderstand her relationship with him.

She considered it back and forth, and maybe it was unnecessary, since aside from Yan Yu, no one in her family seemed likely to have any misunderstandings.

But...

Alas, this entangled relationship just couldn’t be cut cleanly and explained properly, even she was confused, let alone explain it to others.

Until this day, sneaking back home like a little mouse, she didn’t expect Xue Ruke to appear like a ghost inside the door, startling her to almost jump in place: "Ah, Uncle Xue, you!"

Xue Ruke’s face was taut, nodding in the direction of the old man’s study: "The old man is waiting for you, go."