In this place, at this point in time, besides my cold and unfeeling future “daughter-in-law” (wife), who else would call out that name?
Add to that my momentary impulse for revenge just a second ago. The current posture between me and He Shi was me riding on top of him.
And my mouth was as close to the side of his face as it could possibly be.
This, this, this… this was a rhythm where even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn’t wash me clean; how was I supposed to handle this?
I didn’t even have time to turn my head; I just wanted to spring away to the side.
Who knew that when a person is down on their luck, they’d get a tooth stuck even while drinking water.
This time, without He Shi doing anything, the arm I was using as a support point slipped. Not only did I fail to push myself up, but with a “pa” sound, I fell directly onto He Shi’s face.
My lips happened to land exactly on the corner of his mouth.
I could see He Shi looking at me with wide eyes and a hint of surprise on his face. For a moment, I didn’t know how to react to this action.
It must have been tonight’s alcohol making a brain that was already not very smart when facing Mo An operate even more slowly.
“Sorry to disturb you…” I heard Mo An say.
I don’t know if it was my psychological illusion, but I felt his voice sounded a bit strange.
Regardless of the various conflicts with He Shi and my internal plans, I quickly scrambled off him and chased after Mo An.
In two or three steps, I caught up to him and grabbed his arm.
“Don’t go…”
Before I could even open my mouth to explain anything, Mo An said coldly:
“Let go.”
I dejectedly let go of his hand.
My heart was as anxious as an ant on a hot griddle; I wanted to explain but didn’t know where to start.
Today, the timing of Mo An’s arrival and the scene he witnessed were just too coincidental.
After a long time, I squeezed out a sentence: “What you just saw wasn’t real?”
Mo An gave me a cold look, said nothing, turned around, and walked away.
I stood there in a daze, not knowing how to react, until He Shi patted my shoulder.
I turned my head and glanced at him, not wanting to say a word.
Everything tonight was caused by him. Somehow I had provoked this “Plague God”; not to mention receiving no help, he had even added frost to the already unharmonious relationship between me and Mo An.
He Shi tapped my head. Just as I was about to rise up and fight him to the death, He Shi spoke.
“Are you stupid? Xiao An is gone, and you’re still not chasing him?”
Only then did I snap out of it. What was the use of standing here? If there was a misunderstanding, I should follow and explain.
If he doesn’t listen once, say it a few more times.
If I adopted a method of ignoring it, the misunderstanding would only become more and more serious.
By the time I chased him out, I saw at the gate that Mo An had already started his car and was about to leave.
With the alcohol hitting my head, my only wish was for him to stop. Without thinking much, I rushed in front of the car at my fastest speed.
“Screech—” sounded the noise of emergency braking.
My thought at the time was: “Fortunately, the car just started and wasn’t going too fast. If Mo An really left like that, I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.”
Unexpectedly, after Mo An got out of the car, he walked toward me with a dark face.
He grabbed my collar and pulled me to the side, opening his mouth in a way that was no longer his usual calm self.
“You Quan, are you sick (crazy) or something?”
Fine, my actions just now were indeed too dangerous. Since Mo An was in a fit of rage, I decided not to talk back.
After saying that, Mo An prepared to turn and leave.
I grabbed the hem of his clothes and spoke in a softened tone.
“Don’t be angry, okay?”
Mo An turned and scolded me again.
“You’re sick! Do you have any idea how dangerous that was just now?”
Looking at Mo An’s eyes, which seemed to be emitting literal flames of fury, what else could I say in rebuttal?
“Mm…” Then I quickly said, “Wasn’t I afraid you’d misunderstand?”
Mo An gave a cold laugh at this point. “You Quan, I think you’ve misunderstood. Whatever you do has nothing to do with me.”
Just as I was about to argue back, He Shi walked over leisurely from behind and began to play the peacemaker with a smile.
“Xiao An, I’m sorry for calling you over so late. The older brother saw that he drank too much and didn’t know what to do, so I had no choice but to hand him over to you.”
Mo An opened his mouth to retort: “Senior Brother, you could have just thrown him anywhere.”
Tsk, this tone was completely different from the way he spoke to me.
Shi waved his hand: “Don’t… isn’t he your boss’s son? How could I ignore him? Hurry up and take him away.”
Mo An thought for a moment before speaking: “Senior Brother, aren’t you interested in him? You should just take care of him yourself.”
My nerves instantly tightened. I stared fixedly at He Shi, fearing he would say something inappropriate.
Tonight was already unpardonable; I didn’t want anything else to happen that would make the “crime” even worse.
Shi laughed before speaking, “You have the nerve to say that. He likes you and you didn’t tell me, making me waste all this effort for nothing.”
I gave He Shi a look of gratitude, instantly forgiving him for all his actions today, and then turned to look at Mo An to see his reaction to those words.
I saw Mo An standing there; his expression didn’t change much. He hesitated slightly before speaking.
“That is his business. You know me…” Having said this, he suddenly glanced at me and abruptly changed the subject.
“I’ll have someone else come pick him up. I’m leaving first, Senior Brother.”
After saying that, he pulled out his phone to make a call.
I stepped forward in two steps and snatched his phone away.
As the saying goes, alcohol gives a coward courage. If it weren’t for the lingering effects of the alcohol, perhaps I wouldn’t have dared to snatch his phone.
At this moment, He Shi finally provided an assist, laying a small foundation for our future friendship.
I heard him say: “Hey, it’s late, don’t make it a hassle. Just take him back quickly, don’t waste my time.”
“I…” Mo An still wanted to refuse.
Shi hurriedly waved him off: “Hurry up, get him out of here. I want to go find a companion to spend this long, slow night in peace…”
Just like that, I finally had the chance to sit in my future wife’s “chariot” (car).
Mo An sat in the driver’s seat, enduring his impatience. When he asked me where I was going, I was still busy soaking in the feeling of being in his car.
As the son of a nouveau riche, what luxury cars had I not sat in?
But for some reason, sitting in Mo An’s passenger seat made me feel extremely joyful. It felt like everything was perfect, even the air in the car seemed to carry a fragrance to me at that moment.
This resulted in Mo An getting even more annoyed as he saw me sitting in the passenger seat with a look of pure enjoyment.
By the second time he asked me, his tone already carried a hidden fire.
“I’m asking you, where are we going?”
I immediately snapped back to reality. I was careless; just getting into my future wife’s passenger seat had made me get ahead of myself.
At this hour, if you asked me where I wanted to go…
The first choice would definitely be Mo An’s house.
But I knew that was impossible without even asking.
If I answered like that, I believed it was highly likely Mo An would stop the car and tell me to roll out.
After some deliberation, just as Mo An was about to speak again, I told him my destination.
Upon hearing the location, Mo An nodded and silently drove the car.
At this point, I finally felt the awkward atmosphere of the two of us being alone.
I still wanted to explain the incident from earlier, even if it might be insignificant to Mo An.
Just as I was about to speak, my phone chimed.
I glanced at Mo An; he didn’t even give me a look and continued driving the vehicle.
I didn’t want anything to interrupt our time alone. My brain was spinning rapidly, wondering if there was any way to make Mo An stay with me a little longer. This was such a rare opportunity.
I prepared to explain the earlier matter: “Mo An, just now…”
Mo An finally stopped looking like he was solely focused on driving. I saw him reach out and turn on the car’s music.
Fine, looking at this, it was clear he wasn’t in the mood for conversation.
If it were any other time, I might have just sat quietly to the side, satisfied just to feel his presence.
But today, my courage was a bit greater.
I directly turned off the music and spoke.
“Mo An, let me tell you, nothing is going on between me and He Shi. He’s the one who’s interested in me, you were the one who told me that yourself.”
Mo An turned to look at me and then spoke coldly.
“Is that important?”
I didn’t back down an inch.
“How is it not important? You clearly misunderstood me.”
“I didn’t,” Mo An replied very candidly.
“You did,” I insisted stubbornly.
“I didn’t.”
“You did.”
By now, Mo An’s brow was furrowed, looking quite different from his usual calm and unruffled self at the office.
For some reason, a sudden flash of insight hit me, and I said:
“Mo An, are you… unhappy right now?”
Mo An turned his head quickly to look at me and asked:
“Why would I be unhappy?”
I didn’t answer his question, but instead said:
“Could it be that you’re jealous?”
Mo An froze for a moment, then quickly said, “You’re crazy…”
Then he ignored me and turned back to continue driving.
My mood suddenly brightened. Just as I was sitting there ready to break into song, my phone rang again.
Seeing Mo An glance at me with a hint of displeasure, I suddenly had the urge to check my phone.
Because it seemed like Mo An wasn’t completely indifferent to me.
Exactly! This is the normal attitude someone should have toward me after we’ve slept together. That previous air of complete indifference sometimes made me wonder if the person I slept with that night was even him.
If it weren’t for the fact that his aura was so unique and those beautiful eyes were so recognizable…
I would really have to think hard about whether I had identified the wrong person.
How could a man be so indifferent to his first time with another man?
I pulled out my phone in a great mood, even humming a little tune.
Upon opening the phone, I discovered I had received two messages from the same person.
A stranger, no phone number saved.
After reading those two messages, the corners of my mouth nearly reached my ears, and my mood felt like it was about to take flight.
I stared intently at the two messages side-by-side on my phone screen, wanting to pick He Shi up and spin him around 35 times.
The two messages were: “I’m He Shi, you’d better save my number.”
“Kid, you’ve got a chance.”