Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 52 - I'm Gonna Have a Boyfriend Now.

 

When the notification sound from the green chat app chimed, Wonchana picked up his smartphone and saw a message from his family.

 

Vichai: Have you seen the news yet?

Vichai: [News link]

Not yet. : Win

Ranee: Oh, this is so satisfying.

Vicky: What a spicy way to end the year!

 

Wonchana clicked the link and found it was a headline about someone he knew well. After reading through the article, he handed his phone to the person sitting next to him. Samut, who was thoroughly enjoying his salted egg yolk sauce bingsu, took the phone and read the article.

'Socialite wife slaps the mistress in a famous mall, vows to sue her heavily.'

 

The article detailed how Onnapha had slapped a woman who was with her husband in the middle of a mall. Wichien couldn't intervene because Onnapha's brother had blocked him. With no one to help, the woman fought back, turning the incident into a simple assault case. What wasn't simple, however, was Onnapha's interview with the media, where she declared the woman was her husband's mistress and presented several photos as evidence.

 

"Wow.... How did the wife gather evidence so fast? It's only been a few days," Samut asked after finishing the article.

 

Wonchana clarified, "She asked my dad about what he mentioned that day. So, my dad handed over the evidence I'd hired a private investigator to collect."

 

"Won't Mr Wichien come after you for this, P'Win?"

 

Wonchana paused for a moment before replying uncertainly, "Probably not. Right now, he's likely trying to save himself first. This isn't just about the mistress; there's also embezzlement involved. Actually, Wichien Thai Machine was established with Onnapha's family's money. The major shareholder is her father, but he let his son-in-law, Wichien, manage it. I think Wichien's been embezzling for a long time to build his own reserves. But from now on, he probably won't have anything left."

 

Samut frowned at what he heard. He really didn't understand these people.

 

"Sigh... Why can't people ever be satisfied with what they have? If he didn't have a mistress or embezzle, he could've lived comfortably for the rest of his life," Samut muttered.

 

Wonchana playfully flicked the tip of Samut’s upturned nose.

"Exactly. Not like you, O, who always has to be coaxed into taking things."

 

Samut pouted. "If something isn't mine, why would I want it? But if it's something that's rightfully mine, I guarantee it won't slip away. I might be stingy, but I'm not greedy."

 

Wonchana saw his chance to flirt again.

"Now I really want to become something that's rightfully yours, O."

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"Jen... Did you go out with Oat? Why didn't you invite him over to the house?" Suwit asked when he saw his favourite daughter walk into the house.

 

"I went out with friends, Dad. Oat went out with his friends as well," Jenjira replied.

 

"Oh, no problem. I just miss my future son-in-law," Suwit chirped cheerfully. But when he noticed his daughter sitting down beside him, looking a bit down, the old man asked, "Why the long face? Did you two have a fight or something?"

 

Jenjira sighed quietly and leaned against her father. "It's nothing, Dad. I'm just tired."

 

Suwit stroked his daughter's hair. "If you're tired, go rest. Next year, take it easy with the shop so you can prepare to be a bride."

 

"What if I don't want to get married anymore, Dad? Suddenly, I feel like I'm not ready," Jenjira said.

 

"Is there something wrong? Tell me straight," Suwit pressed. Jenjira forced a laugh. She couldn't tell her family anything yet because the evidence wasn't clear. So, she deflected

 

"Maybe I'm just a bride with cold feet," she joked.

 

Kanittha, who walked in carrying a plate of fruit, overheard and said, "Once the date is set and the preparations start, you'll forget all about being scared. You'll be too busy to think about it."

 

"Go on, take a shower and rest," Suwit said. Jenjira went upstairs, feeling a bit heavy-hearted. At this point, she wasn't sure anymore when the truth came out, who would be the most disappointed? Would it be her or her parents?

 

Sadly, what Jenjira didn't realise was that her parents' love for her was greater than she thought.

 

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That night, while Wonchana was discussing work with Chonlatee, Samut, freshly showered, snuck into his mother's room. Sinee, also freshly showered, was watching TV. The little one handed the money back to his mother.

 

"Mom, here's the money back. P'Win paid for the meal."

 

"Keep it, dear. You've got more days of outings ahead. If there's any left, you don't have to return it," Sinee said with a smile. Samut put the money back in his pocket and lay down with his head on her lap. The older woman stroked his soft hair affectionately and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to continue studying? You told me you were tired of school."

 

When he'd just graduated, Samut had said he didn't want to study further. The son paused briefly before giving a short answer.

 

"I just want to be better, Mom."

 

The mother understood right away why her son wanted to improve himself. Even though people say love is all about feelings, other factors can either support or hinder a relationship.

 

She asked gently, "Do you like Win that much?"

Samut thought for a moment. "Hmm, yeah, I do. I like him a lot. More than I've ever liked anyone else. Would you mind if I dated him? Would you approve?"

 

"What if I didn't approve?" Sinee tested him. His dark eyes widened in shock before he fell silent.

 

"If you didn't approve, then I guess we couldn't be together... Because if you and my brother didn't approve, I wouldn't feel right dating him," he said.

 

...Will I have to pay a fine if I cancel the omakase?

...But more importantly, how will P'Win feel?

...Why does my heart hurt so much?

 

Seeing her youngest son's beautiful eyes cloud over with sadness, a thin layer of tears forming, Sinee spoke gently, "Then you can rest easy. Both your brother and I approve of him."

 

Samut immediately sat up, his full lips breaking into a radiant smile. "Really, Mom?"

Sinee pulled her small son into a hug. "Of course. But if, in the future, things don't turn out as you hoped, don't forget that your brother and I will always be here for you."

 

"Hmm, I know, Mom," Samut said, hugging her tightly. Awwwww! I'm gonna have a boyfriend now!

 

The weekend passed leisurely. On Saturday, the Sarutnun household held a small family countdown celebration, now with one more member joining in. Sinee brought out two brass pans shaped like flying saucers, similar to those used in famous barbecue restaurants. Meanwhile, the three men went out to hunt for barbecue ingredients at a popular downtown supermarket.

 

While in the supermarket, Wonchana announced that he'd cover the cost of the meal. Chonlatee didn't object. 

 

"P'Sea, get some roast duck for me, too!" the younger brother called out.

 

"You think you can finish it all?" the older brother raised an eyebrow.

 

"If I can't, I'll save it for the next day," Samut replied nonchalantly.

 

"You little glutton," Chonlatee teased. But the older brother was just teasing. Even if Samut hadn't asked, he'd planned to buy his little brother's favourite anyway. Besides the roast duck, Chonlatee also intended to pick up a coconut cake from a famous bakery.

 

"Actually, I think I'll go with you. P'Win, you pick out the rest of the stuff first. I'll be back," Samut said. Wonchana could only nod. He wanted to follow, but he was stuck with the items already in the cart. Leaving it unattended risked the staff taking it away.

 

Samut dashed after Chonlatee but, once out of the supermarket zone, veered toward a jewellery brand that Wonchana had previously bought from. He'd spotted something earlier and wanted to check it out. His eyes widened at the price of the necklace Wonchana had given him.

...This is insane, just the necklace is nearly ten thousand baht. Even the simplest silver pendants cost over a thousand baht each. The necklace Wonchana had bought for him had a flat, heart-shaped gold clasp. If the entire necklace had been gold, it would've cost nearly 100,000 baht.

 

"The gold version is quite pricey, but for men, we usually recommend this braided leather option. It's lighter, too," the saleswoman said, showing him a black braided leather necklace. Samut ran his fingers over it, satisfied.

..Alright. I have enough money in my account to buy the expensive one, but practicality was better. P'Win probably wouldn't like anything too flashy.

 

The little one chose the leather necklace with a matching letter pendant. After scanning to pay, he stuffed the branded bag with its sweet ribbon into his trusty backpack and hurried back to the supermarket. But when he arrived, he saw Chonlatee already standing with Wonchana. Samut quickly pretended to scold his brother,

 

"Ugh! I ran after you, but I couldn't find you. Where did you go?"

 

Chonlatee held up a bakery bag. "I stopped to buy cake... Why didn't you call me?"

Samut's eyes widened. "Oh, I totally forgot."

 

Then the little one feigned nonchalance and continued picking out trays of sliced meat, all while feeling Wonchana's curious gaze on him. Suspicious, I bet he's gone off to buy something.

 

But the man didn't press the issue with the guilty-looking one. He figured he'd find out soon enough. When he saw Samut pick up two trays of sliced beef, Wonchana asked, "Does your family eat beef, too?"

 

"We do," Samut replied, then elaborated, "Everyone eats it, but I can't eat much because I don't really like the smell."

 

"I thought Chinese families didn't eat beef," Wonchana remarked. Chonlatee, overhearing, chimed in, "Our family isn't strict about that. We eat whatever we like."

 

Hearing this, the generous host reached out and added two trays of sliced wagyu beef to the cart. Tonight's barbecue would have two grills, one for the family and another for the household staff, led by Auntie Pid.

 

When they returned home after shopping, there wasn't much left to do. Auntie Pid and the house staff had already taken care of the preparations. By dinnertime, the countdown barbecue began in a lively atmosphere. Chonlatee set up two medium-sized portable gas stoves on the stone tables outside the house, placed the pans on top, and lit the fire. Samut poured in the broth that Auntie Pid had prepared earlier.

"These portable stoves are really convenient," the Bangkok guest commented as he helped Sinee carry the ingredients out. He eyed the compact gas stoves with interest.

 

"Very convenient. You can buy all the ingredients pre-prepped, except for the vegetables and a few condiments. We make our own dipping sauce for cleanliness. It's not hard to do," Sinee explained.

 

"And it's cheaper than eating out, too," the stingy one boasted proudly.

 

"We have to thank that drama for starting the barbecue fever. It made everyone whine about wanting to do their own barbecue," Chonlatee teased his younger brother. Samut, who was carefully placing the first slices of pork on the grill, shot a playful glare at his brother.

 

"You're teasing me, but once we bought it, you're the one who eats the most," Samut retorted. Chonlatee raised his hands in mock surrender and started grilling some meat himself.

 

The sound of meat sizzling in the hot pan filled the air, releasing a mouthwatering aroma. Sinee added vegetables to the broth channel, while Samut happily grilled meat. Once it was cooked, he served pieces to his mother and his soon-to-be boyfriend, prompting Wonchana to pick up a piece of roast duck and feed it to the little one, who hadn't eaten any grilled meat yet.

 

After a while, a notification sounded on a phone. Samut put down his chopsticks and reached for his phone. It was a message from Bank Loan Service.

'OTP= 367986 [Reference Code: ZN8AK6] for loan approval. Please confirm within 5 minutes. Do not share this code with anyone.’

 

The little one frowned... Is this another mistaken message like last time? No, it's probably someone entering the wrong phone number again. He set the phone back down, uninterested.

 

"Are people already sending New Year's wishes? It's not even 7 PM yet," Chonlatee noted, glancing at his watch.

 

"No, no, it's probably someone requesting an OTP and entering the wrong number," Samut replied, popping a piece of pork that Wonchana had grilled for him into his mouth. A minute later, another message came through.

..From Bank Loan Service again.

Loan request confirmation complete. Await approval results within three days.

Thank you for your trust. If you did not initiate this request, please contact our staff at 087..?

"What the hell?!" Samut exclaimed immediately. "My phone's been hacked!" Before he could do anything, Chonlatee reached over and grabbed the phone from his hand. The man studied the two messages for a while, clicked his tongue, and handed the phone to Wonchana.

 

"What do you think, Win?"

 

Wonchana took the phone, read the messages, and said, "This one's pretty convincing." He handed the phone back to Samut and instructed, "O, delete the messages. This time it's definitely a scam."

 

The phone's owner gaped, looking flustered.

"R-Really? But what if I get a bill saying I took out a loan?"

 

Wonchana laughed. "Don't worry, O. If a bill really comes, the Atcharangkul legal team will make sure you don't lose a single baht."

 

The little one clutched his chest dramatically before grumbling, "Ugh, these crazy scammers. Do they think this is a New Year's blessing or something? Are they insane?"

 

"Let me see," Sinee said, holding out her hand for the phone. After reading the messages, the older woman remarked, "It's a phone number, not a link. What would happen if we called it?"

 

"They'd probably try to trick you into giving personal information," Chonlatee replied.

 

"Can I call? I'm curious," Sinee said. Chonlatee laughed. "Go ahead. Do you want to talk, or should I?"

 

"I'll do it. An older person's voice might make them trust me more," Sinee said. Chonlatee dialled the number and put it on speaker for everyone to hear. A man's voice with a slight rural accent answered, ‘Quick cash loan approval, hello. I'm Suchart Krutkaew, employee ID 1157. How can I assist you?"

 

"I received a message about a loan. I didn't make any request," Sinee replied.

 

‘May I have your name and ID number, please?'

 

"My ID card is with my son. I don't remember the number."

 

'You'll need to get your ID card to cancel the request.'

 

"Can't you just use my name?" the older woman asked.

 

‘No, because names can be duplicated.'

 

"My son told me not to share personal information with strangers."

 

‘But if you don't, you'll have to pay monthly instalments.’

 

Sinee sighed before launching into a lecture. "Dear, isn't life hard enough already? Why resort to making a living like this? Karma is real, you know. In your next life, you might be born with missing limbs, a cleft lip, or a hole in your palate. Then you'll blame fate..."

 

'Beep...'

 

"Aw... what a coward," Sinee muttered when the scammer hung up before she could finish. While Wonchana struggled to stifle his laughter, Chonlatee laughed openly. Samut gave his mother two thumbs up.

 

"That's my mommmmmm!" the little one declared proudly.

 

"These scammers are so creative. If you panic, you're done for," Chonlatee remarked, handing the phone back to the flustered one. "When you encounter these things, stay calm. There's no need to rush. If you're unsure, ask me or Win first. These scammers prey on people's fear."

 

The younger brother took his phone back and nodded earnestly. "It's so awful. When will these people ever stop? I feel bad for their victims," Samut said.

 

The tall man, who had finally stopped laughing, looked at the 'almost' victim with gentle eyes and suggested, "Why don't you screenshot the messages and post them as a warning? It could help others."

 

Samut nodded in agreement, quickly taking a screenshot and posting it publicly as a warning. Meanwhile, Wonchana continued grilling pork and beef for him, doting on him as always. This sweet little victim is sure to attract scammers. But it's okay. I'll be the one to protect this Little Chihuahua.

 

When the barbecue party ended, everyone moved inside to chat and watch TV. By nearly 10 PM, they began to disperse. Even though they'd eaten outside, the smell of smoke and food still clung to them.

 

Samut showered first, and his roommate went in after him. The little one took out his necklace and started reassembling it. He'd bought two black necklaces. Once he was done, he wore one on his left wrist. By the time the tall man came out of the bathroom and finished drying his hair, Samut shyly handed him a small bag tied with a sweet ribbon.

 

"It's not a New Year's gift. Rather, it's I-wanna-give-you-this gift," he said, blushing. 

 

"Thank you," Wonchana said with a smile, taking the bag and opening it immediately. Even though he could guess what might be inside, he still felt excited. When he opened the small jewellery box, identical to the one he'd given Samut, he saw a black braided leather necklace with a pendant spelling out: 'O©WIN'

 

His perfectly shaped lips curved into a beaming smile of delight. He picked up the necklace and handed it to the blushing little one sitting nearby.

 

"O, can you put it on me, please?"

 

Samut reluctantly brought out his left hand, which he'd been hiding behind his back. Wonchana immediately noticed the necklace on the small wrist. He took the wrist to examine it. It was the same black leather necklace with a matching pendant, but this one spelt: 'WINGO'

 

Wonchana's heart raced with joy. He held the small hand lovingly and whispered, "So, you're not waiting for the omakase anymore?"

 

"Hmm, not anymore," the shy one mumbled, looking down as he took the necklace from the large hand and fastened it around the right wrist.

 

Wonchana took out his phone and snapped a picture of their clasped hands, arranging the necklaces to stand out. But when he looked at the photo, he felt it wasn't quite right.

 

"Let's take another one tomorrow and post it. The lighting isn't great right now," he said.

 

"Okay," the still-blushing one agreed softly. What Samut didn't know was that the real reason was the background, which showed their bedroom. The tall man didn't want to give anyone an excuse to gossip recklessly.

 

Wonchana gently ran his fingers over the necklace, a satisfied smile on his face, before asking, even though he already knew the answer.

 

"When did you get this?"

 

"This afternoon... but I only bought the chain and the heart pendant. The letters are from the one P'Win gave me. I just rearranged them," Samut explained softly.

..Because the original was a silver necklace with the words 'OCEAN@WIN'.

 

"Thank you, O. I love it so much," Wonchana said, his voice warm as he tenderly caressed the deeply blushing cheek before making a gentle request. "Now that it's official, may I kiss you?"

 

Samut, overwhelmed with bashfulness, felt his hands and feet awkwardly fumbling, but he still managed to lift his gaze to meet those piercing eyes and leaned forward to offer a small peck as a deposit.

 

The one who received the deposit smiled, a playful protest escaping his lips, "That was just a peck, not a kiss." And then Wonchana showed Samut what a real kiss truly was.

 

He raised an arm to wrap around the smaller frame, while his other hand gently cradled the side of Samut's nape. His long fingers supported the beautifully rounded head as he leaned in, pressing his lips softly against the plump, vibrant ones. He began with light, teasing brushes, gradually deepening the kiss until the smaller lips parted. Then, like a butterfly drawn to nectar, he savoured the sweetness of the fragrant bloom to his heart's content.

 

Samut, experiencing such an intimate touch for the first time, was utterly stunned. The warmth and softness that were exploring his mouth drew out every emotion from his heart, leaving him breathless. The strength in his limbs melted away as something fluttered and twisted deep in his stomach, stirring a whirlwind of unfamiliar, intoxicating sensations that made the inexperienced one drift in a haze of unfamiliar pleasure. The smaller figure would've surely lost his balance if not for the strong arms holding him securely.

 

It was a long while before Wonchana finally relented, bringing his indulgent yet tender exploration to an end. He placed another soft kiss on the now-bright red lips, staring at the small face, eyes closed and completely leaning into him, full of trust and affection. Wonchana tightened his embrace and whispered softly into the little red ear,

"I love you, O... You'll never regret being my boyfriend."