【It’s because you’re easy to read, Host.】 The system clutched its tiny heart and grew nervous too.
【You were terrified of him, and you were carrying luggage.】
“But An Zhihan even knows my phone number!”
【You left your phone number and signature when you paid at the restaurant.】
“…”
So that was it.
Yan Mo covered his head in frustration.
With An Zhihan’s intelligence and sharp instincts, combined with how well he understood Yan Mo’s habits and psychology, it wouldn’t be surprising if he had people waiting at the airport.
The airport was no longer safe!
“Driver, take me to XX Hotel!”
Yan Mo hurriedly called out to the taxi driver.
The taxi hadn’t gone far when the driver suddenly glanced into the rearview mirror.
“That Bentley behind us is beautiful.”
“But it seems to have been following us the whole time.”
Yan Mo froze.
Then quickly turned around.
The moment he saw the foreign man who had been eating with An Zhihan—
Every hair on his body stood up.
【HOLY SHIT! AN ZHIHAN!】
The system screamed.
Sweat rolled down Yan Mo’s temples.
Grabbing the seat in front of him, he pleaded urgently:
“Driver, please go faster!”
The driver glanced at the pale young man and immediately became curious.
“You know the people in that car?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Yan Mo nodded vaguely.
“He… um… he’s my ex-husband.”
“We divorced because of domestic violence.”
“But he’s still harassing me after the divorce…”
The driver instantly became invested.
“Then let’s go straight to the police station!”
“N-No.”
“I don’t want to make it a big issue.”
“As long as we lose him…”
Yan Mo’s face turned bright red from lying.
Meanwhile, the driver was furious.
“Don’t worry!”
“Leave it to me!”
“A grown man who abuses his spouse? I hate scumbags like that!”
The driver had been driving taxis for more than twenty years.
He had seen everything.
And nothing excited him more than a chase.
Rubbing his hands together enthusiastically, he began weaving through traffic.
Using every shortcut and turn available, he left the Bentley far behind.
He even found time to encourage Yan Mo to report the harassment.
When Yan Mo got out of the car, the driver handed him a business card.
“My daughter runs a law office.”
“She specializes in cases like yours.”
“T-Thank you…”
Flushed with embarrassment, Yan Mo accepted the card.
After paying double the fare, he hurried into the hotel.
The Bentley was already rushing toward them.
The veteran driver immediately reversed his taxi and parked diagonally across the road, blocking its path.
“Hey!”
“What are you doing?!”
“Move! We have an emergency!”
Kenlav and the others slammed on their brakes.
Their heads nearly hit the dashboard.
Kenlav stuck his head out the window and shouted.
The taxi driver leisurely took a sip from his thermos.
Pretending not to hear.
Hmph.
Domestic abuser.
I’m blocking you on purpose.
Kenlav kept honking.
In the back seat, An Zhihan immediately guessed what Yan Mo had told the driver.
A faint smile appeared on his handsome face.
He hadn’t expected Yan Mo to learn how to lie.
For the first time, An Zhihan discovered that the timid gray rabbit he remembered actually possessed a sly side.
It was strangely charming.
Opening the car door, An Zhihan stepped out.
Leaving Kenlav behind, he headed toward the hotel about a hundred meters away.
After several steps, he completely abandoned dignity and strict etiquette.
He started running.
【Host!】
【An Zhihan is almost here!】
The system sounded the alarm.
Yan Mo rushed into the hotel.
There wasn’t even time to check in.
Fortunately, it was the same hotel he had stayed in before, and the front desk didn’t stop him.
The elevator took a full minute to arrive.
As the doors closed before him, Yan Mo happened to see An Zhihan entering the lobby.
His heart rate instantly exploded.
He jabbed the elevator button as if sparks might fly out of it.
An Zhihan watched the doors close without panic.
Instead, he noted which floor the elevator stopped on.
Then he smiled slightly.
Taking a different elevator, he pressed the same floor number.
【It’s over! It’s over!】
The system panicked.
【An Zhihan is coming up! He’s almost on this floor!】
Yan Mo stepped out of the elevator.
Like a rabbit cornered by predators, he looked around helplessly.
He had nowhere to go.
He didn’t even have a room key!
At that exact moment, a tall, slender figure approached.
Wearing a blue-and-white team uniform.
Lowering a cigarette pack into his pocket.
His slightly long hair was tied loosely into a small bun.
His pale eyes carried a distant coolness.
Yan Mo froze.
Bian Xun…
Professional esports jungle king.
Four-time champion.
One of the most accomplished esports players in the world.
And one of Yan Mo’s former targets.
Yan Mo hadn’t expected it.
An Zhihan.
Yin Liuguang.
And now Bian Xun.
All of them were in this city.
And in the very same hotel.
His mind filled with only one thought:
This city is cursed.
Yan Mo didn’t know they had already crossed paths before.
Coincidentally, Bian Xun’s TKG team was in Shanghai for a tournament.
And the hotel where Yan Mo had stayed happened to be the same hotel used by TKG.
【Run! Run! Host!】
【An Zhihan is almost here! Three seconds! Two seconds—!】
The system’s frantic voice made Yan Mo even more helpless.
“What do I do…”
he murmured.
Now there was danger in front of him and behind him.
He remembered Bian Xun’s calm personality.
His indifference toward everything except competition.
Among all his exes, Bian Xun was perhaps the most detached.
One of the few who had left a relatively good impression on Yan Mo.
Compared to the trauma and fear An Zhihan had left behind as his first love—
Yan Mo instinctively ran toward Bian Xun.
The young man looked up slightly, surprise appearing in his eyes.
At the exact same moment—
The elevator behind Yan Mo opened with a ding.
Yan Mo threw himself into Bian Xun’s arms.
Bian Xun: “…”
The young man frowned.
His hands hung motionless at his sides.
Looking down at the stranger in his arms.
Only a soft black head was visible.
A fan?
Just as Bian Xun was about to call security—or pull the person away—
He heard a trembling voice.
“Someone’s chasing me.”
Bian Xun: “…”
The young man held him tightly.
“Please!”
Bian Xun: “…”
His team jacket hung open.
Underneath was a simple T-shirt.
Yan Mo was also wearing a black T-shirt.
The thin summer fabric made their body heat impossible to ignore.
The frantic pounding of Yan Mo’s heart struck repeatedly against Bian Xun’s chest.
The fingers gripping his back were weak.
Yet they refused to let go.
“Please!”
“…”
This person was genuinely afraid.
Slowly, Bian Xun raised his head.
Looking toward the man who had just stepped out of the elevator.
The man appeared to be in his thirties.
Aside from the permanent frown line between his brows, he looked mature, handsome, and intelligent.
His suit was immaculate.
The watch on his wrist was worth seven figures.
Because of running, his clothes and hair were slightly disheveled.
The moment he appeared, his sharp gaze locked onto the young man in Bian Xun’s arms.
When he saw them embracing, surprise flashed briefly across his face.
Then his gaze became even more intense.
Several seconds passed in silence.
Bian Xun slowly placed a hand on Yan Mo’s back.
Looking at An Zhihan, he spoke.
Perhaps to An Zhihan.
Perhaps to Yan Mo.
“Do you want to go back to your room?”
His tone was calm as water.
The scent of a young man.
A faint trace of tobacco.
Cool air.
Because Yan Mo knew Bian Xun so well, he could easily picture him standing beside a window while the rest of the team rested.
Holding a cigarette.
Watching the scenery outside.
Thinking quietly.
Bian Xun always smoked when he was thinking.
Gradually, Yan Mo’s racing heartbeat settled.
Hidden within the taller young man’s embrace, he nodded softly.
“Mm.”
Bian Xun wrapped an arm around his shoulders and began walking.
To reach the room, they would have to pass directly by An Zhihan.
Throughout the entire walk, Yan Mo kept his head lowered.
As they passed—
An Zhihan suddenly grabbed Yan Mo’s wrist.
Snap.
Everyone stopped.
“Although I don’t know what misunderstanding has occurred, young man,”
An Zhihan said.
Holding Yan Mo’s wrist, he met Bian Xun’s eyes.
His presence was overwhelming.
“I am his husband.”
“This is a private matter between us.”
And you—
Are an outsider.
The dominant challenge hidden within those words made Bian Xun narrow his eyes slightly.
Yan Mo knew Bian Xun.
He was passionate about competition.
But uninterested in almost everything else.
Bian Xun disliked trouble.
Even provocation rarely bothered him.
Hearing An Zhihan’s words, Yan Mo realized Bian Xun might be considering letting go.
But—
Bian Xun was fundamentally a decent person.
So Yan Mo quickly lowered his voice.
“We’ve been divorced for two years…”
“His temper was always bad.”
“I don’t know why he’s chasing me.”
The implication was obvious.
Bian Xun glanced at Yan Mo.
Then looked back at An Zhihan.
Pulling Yan Mo slightly closer to himself, he said:
“He doesn’t want to talk to you.”