Lately, in Jiangxi, there is probably no one more famous than me.
Not just among that group of second-generation rich kids who are squandering the last of their time before heading home to inherit their family businesses…
Even more so, the common folk who follow entertainment news should be quite familiar with the name of the You family’s young master, You Quan.
Even if they don’t know exactly who he is, they have a very deep impression of the name.
This is because this person has appeared in the public eye with far too much frequency lately.
It started with Young Master You Quan publishing a very conspicuous missing person notice in a rather famous magazine.
For a long time, the local people were very familiar with the names “You Quan” and that legendary person named “Mo An.”
This was because the reward for that missing person notice was comparable to the bounty on a top-tier wanted criminal perhaps even higher.
And then, news would break from time to time about Young Master You Quan getting into a massive brawl with someone at some bar after drinking…
As these bizarre news stories came out one after another, the old man of the You family—who considered himself still in his prime could no longer sit still.
Based on the mindset of: You brat, I haven’t even kicked the bucket and ascended to immortality yet, but you’re so eager to give me a kick and speed up my journey to the heavens? You’re asking for a lesson…
The old man of the You family made his move.
Thus, the old man who either ignored his son or overwhelmed him with “care”—once again used extraordinary means to bring his rebellious, stinky brat back home.
The next day, a piece of news broke on the local entertainment headlines:
“The young master of a certain group was ‘invited’ back home last night by his father using extreme measures, after spending a spring night with a young model at a certain hotel…”
This experience can be counted among the countless blemishes of my life; among the hilarious and conspicuous ones, it ranks in the top three of my dark history.
And why?
Because once again, I was “invited” back stark naked.
If it weren’t for the fact that the person using this method to bring me back was my old man who has a beautiful young stepmother…
And was my biological father…
I would have suspected I’d been scouted by some rich tycoon who wanted to use certain means to pursue me.
Not for any other reason, but simply because every time, I am caught and brought back at a hotel.
And it’s always when I’m stripped bare. Just how much does he obsess over me?
At that time, I had no capacity to worry about anything else.
I was in too much pain.
That day, I had the sweetest and most beautiful sleep I’d had since my mother passed away. I even felt that I must have been sleeping with the corners of my mouth turned up all night.
So when I woke up, I felt refreshed in spirit.
Even though the events of yesterday had never appeared in my previously envisioned life, now that I had actually done it, I didn’t regret it one bit.
On the contrary, I had developed a bit of a “taste for the marrow”; I didn’t know exactly how that happened.
I only knew that afterward, I was doing that thing with madness and obsession.
Until, until I could give no more…
So when I woke up the next morning, I instinctively reached out to grab the person.
I clearly remembered that before I fell asleep, I was holding him. I could still remember the texture of his skin and the way his eyes were red beneath me.
But the sensation that met my hand was only the empty and cold touch of the space beside me.
I bounced up from the bed instantly.
I sat dazed on the bed for a long time, engaging in some deep self-reflection.
Had I been cursed lately? Was last night just a “dream of Nanke,” or was it reality?
I looked down; the marks left on the bed were the best evidence to prove the fire-like passion the two of us had experienced last night.
But where on earth did Mo An go?
Just as I woke up, while my brain was still caught in the struggle of whether I should happily catch up with him or sincerely apologize…
I discovered a tragic fact.
After sleeping with me, a certain someone had run away—quietly and without a sound.
I’m just a reckless young master; I had already forgotten who exactly had “slept” with whom for the night.
I stayed in the hotel for a whole day, immersed in the sorrow of being slept with and having that person mysteriously vanish.
Constant self-pity has never been my style of doing things.
In my bones, I still have that stubborn and unyielding streak from my father.
Night fell, and a light breeze brushed against my face through the window…
With a jolt, I got out of bed and washed my face.
I prepared to utilize the entire network of connections I had maintained over the years through eating, drinking, and throwing money around.
I truly didn’t believe that someone could run away very far after being so “dearly loved” by me for a night, carrying a body in that condition.
I don’t know if I should say Mo An’s skills were too great, or if I truly lacked a clear understanding of myself under my father’s shadow.
I went to great lengths, wishing I could turn Shanxi upside down, but I just couldn’t find Mo An.
During that time, I did hear some news about Su Xiaoxiao.
Su Xiaoxiao was sent to the hospital at that time. The first thing she did when she woke up the next day was to divorce that husband of hers, whose status in her heart was unknown.
But even if the matter of Su Xiaoxiao caused a ripple in my heart, it seemed it was no longer such a wave.
At that time, I was focused solely on finding Mo An.
I used every method possible.
Checking surveillance, hiring private detectives, publishing notices in newspapers, asking around through connections…
I used every method I could think of, but there was not a single bit of news regarding him.
Like a small pebble thrown into the deep sea, he couldn’t stir up even a single wave.
As I bought myself into a stupor night after night at bars, I questioned myself more than once.
Perhaps that day never existed. Perhaps that person had never existed.
How could a living person, after such a day, act as if they had never come into this world?
Perhaps, after waking up that day, the two of us should have spoken openly. Even if I admit he is attractive to me…
As long as Mo An didn’t express any goodwill toward me, I would have restrained myself.
Because I clearly understand that in matters of emotion, it’s useless for one person to persist alone.
For example, me and Su Xiaoxiao…
I’ve thought of her for so many years; the goddess is still the goddess, not a girlfriend.
But a certain someone just patted their butt and left, leaving not a single trace of news.
It left too many questions in my mind, too many things I wanted to say to him.
My obsession with Mo An had become so different through the day-after-day search.
Everything was different; that feeling of losing control was like a sharp knife, sliding over my wound again and again.
Dripping with blood, in unbearable pain…
Even in the years when I fought most fiercely with my father, I had never been this unsettled.
The two words “Mo An” were my forbidden phrases; others couldn’t mention them. If they did, I’d have to “bite.”
So when I was roughly brought back by my father, my heart held not only anger but also a sense of being wronged.
The grievance of being silently abandoned once again.
As soon as the old man saw me, he gave me a slap, his face full of “disappointment that iron cannot become steel.”
“You Quan, look at how capable you think you are…”
The old hoodlum’s elegance is just a habitual disguise; in his heart, he’s still an upstart.
No matter how much he feigns sophistication and pretends to be calm and collected, once he truly encounters a problem, his methods are simple and crude…
Either use money to smash me, or use force to beat me.
Originally, when I first got home, I felt a sourness in my nose and wanted to pour out the pent-up misery I couldn’t express but it was all slapped away by that one earfold.
I reached up to touch the fresh blood still hanging from the corner of my mouth.
And then I just laughed. “Isn’t that right? What? Dad, a tiger father, has no dog sons. I haven’t shamed you lately, have I?”
Old Comrade You Qian certainly hadn’t expected my reaction to be like this; he froze for a full ten seconds.
After he snapped out of it, he immediately raised his hand, preparing to give me a fatal blow.
I immediately said: “Dad…”
The word was raspy. The old man’s hand stopped mid-air. He looked at me for a long time before dropping his hand to his side.
“Speak. What are you making a fuss about now?”
I didn’t want to tell him about those things; there was no point.
For all these years, we have each lived our own lives, and it’s been fine.
Let’s not interfere in each other’s lives.
For so many years, the connection between the two of us has been nothing but money—even if it wasn’t money, it was various material things.
Emotional exchange might be very common in other families, but in ours, it belongs to the category of luxury goods.
At least between me and Old Comrade You Qian, it doesn’t exist.
So I withdrew all my weaknesses. I didn’t want to be in this house where my mother is not the mistress at least, I cannot, should not, be like this here.
The old man stared at me for a long time before he spoke. When he did, his attitude was no longer as aggressive as before.
“Son, even if the person you like gets married, we can’t just act wildly. There are plenty of good girls…”
I was thinking about how I should escape; this home always made me feel uncomfortable, and I was so out of place with everything here.
Hearing his words, I sneered in my heart.
Fine, he thinks it’s because of Su Xiaoxiao. It really isn’t…
As for the goddess eventually having a good place to belong, I had been prepared for that a long time ago.
I would only be curious about her other half, but I would respect her choice…
Moreover, the old man’s words touched a sensitive nerve of mine.
“Dad, you are you, and I am me.”
The moment I spoke, Old Comrade You Qian froze and looked at me for a long time.
Only then did he sigh and say, “Besides, there are many things you don’t understand…”
I didn’t even want to waste words with him. I don’t understand? I don’t understand how the old man has managed to be so unselective with women all these years.
And then, in his old age, he went and found himself such a young stepmother for me…
Presumably, my expression wasn’t very hidden; the old man saw my subtext.
He froze across from me for a long while before softening his tone and saying, “Son, you don’t understand. The older a person gets, the more they fear loneliness.”
I didn’t want to hear him lecture me on any grand principles, so I interrupted his delivery of life philosophy.
“I don’t understand. I only know about being faithful from beginning to end…”
I finished speaking and ignored the old man’s instantaneous look of dejection.
The feeling we had when we initially depended on each other had vanished during those years when I wanted his attention and love but could never obtain it…
I smiled and then asked the old man:
“Dad, are you satisfied with my answer?”
Presumably, my final sentence touched him too deeply. He stood across from me for a long time before he reacted.
He stood not far away, looking as if he wanted to say something for a long time. Finally, all those unspoken words turned into:
“Forget it, forget it…
Then he turned and left the study…