“I remember buying consecutive seats.”
The middle-aged manager, wearing a Buddhist bead bracelet on his wrist, looked confused.
“Give it here.”
The young man casually snatched the boarding pass from his manager’s hand and lowered his sunglasses to glance at it through the gap.
Then he placed one hand on the seatback, kept the other in his pocket, and bent down, instantly closing the distance between himself and the stunned young man.
A direct hit of overwhelming beauty.
Even with his indifferent gaze and arrogant attitude like a spoiled young master, it was impossible to deny the impact of that face at such close range.
Anyone would be stunned for a moment.
“Hey.”
Yan Mo stared blankly as the top idol raised an impatient eyebrow and said bluntly,
“Get up. You’re sitting in my seat.”
Yan Mo: …
Holy crap.
Even someone as gentle and refined as Yan Mo couldn’t stop himself from cursing internally.
If human brains had projection screens, then Yan Mo’s mental screen would currently be displaying:
“Suddenly divorced, current husband becomes ex-husband. Board a plane to relax, run into an ex. Go to a concert, run into an ex. Have afternoon tea, run into an ex. Get chased by one ex and bump into another ex. Board a plane to escape the city and accidentally sit in the seat of an ex-ex-ex…”
Why…
Why did he run into these damned exes everywhere he went?!
So it wasn’t the city that was cursed—
It was him?!
Was it?!
While Yan Mo’s mind was exploding with thoughts, Yin Liuguang suddenly stared at him and slowly frowned.
According to Yan Mo’s understanding of this young master, whenever Yin Liuguang made that expression, it meant he was thinking.
He was actually using his brain.
No way.
He won’t recognize me.
Yan Mo swallowed hard. Cold sweat covered his back.
He comforted himself.
Even An Zhihan and Bian Xun hadn’t recognized him.
How could Yin Liuguang?
As long as he stayed calm and acted like a stranger, everything would be fine.
Stay calm.
Calm—
Suddenly, Yin Liuguang crouched down directly in front of the frozen Yan Mo.
He frowned and removed his sunglasses.
Under Manager Cheng’s astonished gaze, Yin Liuguang looked up at Yan Mo from below and curled his lips.
Then he said:
“So you really got plastic surgery.”
“Yan.”
“Mo.”
“…”
Supporting his chin with one hand, Yin Liuguang poked Yan Mo’s nose and pulled a face.
“You’re even uglier than before.”
Yan Mo: …
Yan Mo opened his mouth and forced out a smile.
“Sorry, sir. You’ve mistaken me for—”
Before he could finish, the beautiful top idol immediately looked at him as if he were an idiot.
The expression practically screamed:
“You think I’d mistake someone? Huh? Are you dumb?”
…To be fair, Yin Liuguang had a talent for making people’s blood pressure rise instantly.
Without giving Yan Mo time to react, Yin Liuguang suddenly stood up.
He casually snatched the boarding pass from Yan Mo’s hand, stuffed it into the equally bewildered Manager Cheng’s hands, and plopped himself into the seat beside Yan Mo.
Then he waved his hand at his manager as if shooing away some small animal.
“Go, go. Sit over there.”
“Uh… but Liuguang, I still need to explain the schedule for the next shoot… And Yan Mo? You said that’s Yan Mo? Aren’t you mistaken? Even if you don’t want to listen to me, you can’t just sit beside a random person—”
“So annoying~”
“If you say one more word, I’m squeezing mustard into your thermos.”
“I…”
“And then I’ll smash your antique walnuts and feed them to Xiao Mei’s parrot.”
“…”
Manager Cheng choked.
And was successfully chased away.
The top idol stretched out his long legs and blocked Yan Mo’s escape route.
Dressed head-to-toe in trendy fashion, he coolly twirled his sunglasses.
One elbow rested on the armrest as he stared at the person trying to flee.
Leaning closer, he drastically shortened the distance between them.
Those bright eyes, their corners slightly raised, reflected Yan Mo’s figure.
There was a trace of delight hidden inside them—the delight of finding a lost toy.
Sometimes Yan Mo felt Yin Liuguang was very much like a cat.
The kind with long fur, worth tens of thousands, carrying championship bloodlines and a tail as fluffy as a feather duster.
An arrogant cat with its chin lifted high.
When happy, it’d rub against you a couple of times.
When unhappy, it’d ignore you completely.
Yet countless people adored it.
Beautiful and willful.
Spoiled and self-centered.
Just like now.
As if they had never broken up, Yin Liuguang naturally spoke in a complaining tone and rapidly fired questions at Yan Mo.
“Where have you been?”
“Why didn’t you message me or contact me?”
“And why did you go and make yourself look this ugly?”
“Oh right, you didn’t even call me on my birthday.”
He looked at Yan Mo as if he had committed some unforgivable crime.
Those beautiful, innocent eyes made people instinctively wonder if they really had wronged him somehow.
Before Yan Mo realized it, he found himself answering:
“Sorry, I was very busy at the time…”
Immediately, Yin Liuguang acted as though he’d caught a weakness.
He lifted his chin smugly.
“Then how are you going to compensate me?”
Yan Mo: …
The nearly 190-centimeter-tall idol had absolutely no sense of personal boundaries.
Resting his silver-haired head on Yan Mo’s shoulder, stretching lazily like a cat, he drawled:
“Forget it. Who told me I’m such a kind person?”
“I’ll forgive you~”
“But tonight I want Japanese food made by you.”
“Oh right. For dessert, pumpkin pudding.”
“Extra caramel.”
“And for drinks, I want—”
He rattled off a long list.
Yan Mo felt dizzy listening to it.
Because Yin Liuguang lacked the awareness that people might refuse him.
Everything he said sounded completely natural and justified.
Finally, he asked:
“You got all that, right?”
Yan Mo: …
After a twitch of his lips, Yan Mo cautiously asked:
“Liuguang… do you remember… that we already broke up?”
Yin Liuguang nodded.
Yan Mo finally relaxed.
Just as he was about to offer a mature and polite “let’s part on good terms,” the beautiful idol casually said:
“But I changed my mind.”
Yan Mo: …
Resting his fluffy white head on Yan Mo’s shoulder, stretching lazily, he drawled in a catlike tone:
“Break~~~up~~~canceled~~~”
Yan Mo frowned.
“Breaking up isn’t children’s make-believe.”
“If I say it’s canceled, it’s canceled.”
“Liuguang!”
Yan Mo pushed him away, his voice finally turning stern.
Instead, Yin Liuguang widened his eyes in disbelief.
“Why are you yelling at me?”
The unspoken meaning was obvious:
“How can you treat me like this? Me? A super genius? A superstar?”
Yan Mo: …
The absurd conversation made him rub his forehead.
It reminded him of their past relationship.
Yan Mo was five years older than Yin Liuguang.
It was a younger-man relationship.
They met through their parents’ friendship.
When Yan Mo’s parents went abroad and couldn’t take their university-aged son with them, they entrusted him to family friends.
When they first met—
Yan Mo was nineteen.
Yin Liuguang was fourteen.
Fourteen…
Even knowing this would eventually become his future boyfriend, Yan Mo couldn’t possibly develop romantic feelings for a fourteen-year-old brat in the middle of his rebellious phase.
Yan Mo: Who understands this? This romance had a minimum sentence of three years before it could even begin.
So before Yin Liuguang grew up, Yan Mo unconsciously took on the role of an older brother.
He indulged him endlessly.
Took care of him.
Gave way to him.
Yin Liuguang’s parents adored Yan Mo.
They believed that anyone capable of tolerating their son without losing his temper had to be a saint reincarnated.
They tried every possible way to matchmake Yan Mo and Yin Liuguang.
The two elders weren’t stupid.
Yan Mo came from a trustworthy background.
His appearance was clean and pleasant.
Comfortable to look at.
Most importantly, they wanted someone who could spend a lifetime accommodating Yin Liuguang and supporting him without complaint.
Their son’s personality was terrible.
Even if his talent and looks helped him find a partner, that relationship might not last.
The elders had their own calculations.
And Yan Mo’s goal happened to be dating Yin Liuguang.
And so—
Despite Yin Liuguang’s unwillingness, Yan Mo became his most intimate lover.