Chapter 74 Mother

◎If I'm afraid of dying... how can I be a male mistress? ◎

Mother

“Xiao Fu…” Jiang Mingzhuo hugged me tightly with reluctance, “Marry me, let’s get married.”

Marriage? But I'm only twenty-one, and I haven't even graduated from university yet. I can't help but think of the "me" in my dream.

He was in a daze, had no hobbies or dreams, and spent most of his time in a daze.

I even felt that my life revolved solely around men.

Whether it was her nominal husband, Jiang Zhao, or her lover, Xie Yong, who never appeared.

Or, there were Jiang Mingzhuo and other men who approached "me" under the guise of her husband's younger brother.

I pretended to be half asleep and mumbled, "I'm thirsty."

He smiled, stood up, picked up his shirt from the ground, completely ignoring the still menacing monster below.

Indeed, no matter how noble or perfect a man may appear on the outside, he is in reality nothing more than a beast in a suit and tie.

Warm water was brought to the lips.

Fearing I might choke, Jiang Mingzhuo even took a straw and put it to my lips.

I took a few sips, but the man's gaze grew deeper. I remembered the still-enthusiastic monster beneath his shirt, took the glass, and drank a lot of water in one gulp.

Jiang Mingzhuo leaned down, covering me, his eyes filled with desire: "Are you still thirsty?"

I shook my head.

Is it hot?

"I'm sleepy..."

He held my chin with one hand, preventing me from escaping, then lifted my hand and kissed my lips, then my fingertips.

"Woof." He suddenly made a sound like a puppy, looked up with a smile, let me stroke his face, and said to me, "Xiao Fu, I'll be your puppy, okay?"

I was stunned and didn't know what to say. Jiang Mingzhuo's tongue was sweet and wet on my palm, and then it came all the way to my lips, secretly silencing the words I wanted to say.

One after another, the starlight made me so tired that I could no longer think.

I hadn't slept so soundly in a long time. When I woke up, it was already past 10 a.m. the next day.

The alarm clock didn't go off in the room, but I had been in bed for too long and my knees were killing me.

Today is the 24th, Christmas Eve, and I vaguely heard noises outside the window.

I got out of bed, pulled back the curtains, and immediately saw that the front yard of the apartment building across the street was decorated with colorful lights and Christmas carols were playing from the loudspeakers.

While it may not be as lavishly decorated as a wealthy neighborhood, with Santa Claus, reindeer, and snowman decorations in every front yard, it still has a wonderful atmosphere. Handmade wreaths hang in front of apartments and shops.

"Woof woof woof!"

On the street, I saw a beautiful white Samoyed with a cute Christmas bell around its neck. It was running around nearby. It seemed to see me in the window, so the little dog sat down on the ground and wagged its tail at me in a cute way.

"Woof woof!"

The puppy ran to the apartment building where I live again.

I quickly opened the wardrobe and picked out a thick coat.

When I opened the door and Jiang Mingzhuo wasn't there, I actually felt relieved.

I walked outside the apartment building, and the little dog was already pawing at the door. When it saw me, it became even more excited, "Woof!"

"Bruce?" I quickly held it down. "Why are you running off again? Where's your owner?"

Looking at the empty leash around the puppy's neck, and knowing how mischievous it is, it must have sneaked out of the car.

I was so angry I laughed. I gently stroked its fur and scolded it in a low voice, "Silly dog, you always like to run around. What if someone steals you one day? Your owner is so rich, he might just take you away and threaten him."

"Woof?" The puppy tilted its head, revealing a silly grin.

It was so cute, and it licked me so gently, I smiled.

After standing outside for a while, I could clearly feel that it was much colder today than last night, and I shivered.

The puppy looked at me with remarkable intelligence. It immediately nudged me with its head, inviting me back into the apartment. I couldn't help but smile. "Want to come to the apartment with me for a while? But the landlady doesn't allow pets, so you'll have to keep your voice down."

It let out a "howl".

Very well-behaved.

He's so much more obedient than the man who wanted to be my dog ​​in bed last night.

I sent a message to my landlady, and after receiving her permission, I brought the puppy back to the apartment.

It stood at the door and waited for me to wipe its paws with a wet wipe before coming in. It was very well-behaved in the room, rubbing its tail against me the whole time.

I played with it for a while, and suddenly, the apartment door opened.

Jiang Mingzhuo walked into the house, accompanied by the aroma of food.

"Xiao Fu, why are you awake?" His voice carried a hint of amusement and sounded very magnetic.

I quickly looked over.

Jiang Mingzhuo changed into a casual and comfortable jacket, looking completely different from the irrational, mad dog-like figure he had been the night before.

He looked clean, refined, and gentle, still exuding an air of nobility, but the aloofness and coldness that once kept him at arm's length had faded somewhat.

When Jiang Mingzhuo saw the puppy in the house, his expression turned strange.

I was holding the puppy, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, from the puppy's silly grinning face to my fingers.

In that instant, a strange and helpless feeling welled up from the depths of my heart, and I even had a strong feeling that he hated it.

Why? Before I could even think about it, Jiang Mingzhuo walked up to me and smiled gently. "Xiao Fu, where is this dog from? Why did you bring it home?"

He raised his hand and rubbed the puppy's head.

The puppy couldn't discern a human's true emotions at all. It probably just felt that Jiang Mingzhuo liked it very much, so it not only leaned its soft body against him on its own initiative, but also kept acting cute.

“I just saw it on the road, and I don’t know where its owner is,” I replied. “I was afraid it would get lost, so I brought it home.”

After thinking for a moment, I moved closer to him and slowly took Jiang Mingzhuo's hand in mine, my fingertips gently stroking the back of his hand.

My posture was very gentle, just like that of a "perfect" girlfriend.

Do you hate it?

Jiang Mingzhuo lowered his head, his gaze falling on my lips.

He smiled, "Xiao Fu, I..."

“Don’t lie to me,” I told him. “I want to hear your honest opinion. If… you really want to be with me, the first thing you should do is stop lying to me, okay?”

Having his true intentions exposed, Jiang Mingzhuo pursed his thin lips slightly, his expression turning somewhat indifferent.

He said, "Yes. Because I don't like the dog's owner."

Jiang Mingzhuo gripped my hand tightly, and I could feel his affection and protectiveness in the strength of his grip.

"Why?"

"He stole my things." Jiang Mingzhuo said this with a calm expression, without even lifting his eyelids.

Yet it sends chills down one's spine.

My feelings for Jiang Mingzhuo are both unfamiliar and turbulent. I always sense that he has many secrets that I have no way of knowing, but I also feel that he loves me. I can feel it, subtle, gentle, and omnipresent.

Even so, sometimes this love has reached a suffocating level.

Anxious, furious, and violent—sometimes, I feel that's the real him.

Do I love him? I'm not sure.

Just like he said, if I don't have feelings for him, why would I take the initiative to approach him in the gallery?

He was almost the embodiment of my perfect lover from my dreams. From appearance to personality, even in terms of love, we were perfectly compatible.

I lowered my eyes.

In the end, I chose to believe him.

I raised my hand and stroked his face, just like I would stroke another dog.

“I already have a puppy,” I told Jiang Mingzhuo. “He seems unhappy.”

Jiang Mingzhuo narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "Little Fu, you were the one who kept splashing water last night, getting your dog all wet, remember?"

I quickly raised my hand to cover his mouth.

"Don't remember? Then let the dog help you recall."

Jiang Mingzhuo then tackled me onto the sofa. His hands were incredibly nimble, slipping under my skirt to find the source of the water. He leaned down and kissed my neck tenderly, his affection and tenderness unwavering.

"Don't touch there." I reached for his wrist, and I was like a cat being pinched by the scruff of its neck, meowing incessantly. The little dog sitting on the ground nearby seemed not to understand such strange actions and cries between humans.

Looking at the puppy's cute face, I quickly pushed Jiang Mingzhuo away.

"Mingzhao."

He paused, looking at my confused and infatuated appearance, and lingered for a moment before kissing my neck. "What's wrong?"

"The apartment across the street can see us."

He raised an eyebrow. "They wouldn't dare."

Seeing how worried I was, he gently released me.

"What are you afraid of? Doesn't Xiao Fu usually dislike drawing the curtains?" Jiang Mingzhuo chuckled softly. "Weren't you afraid of being seen last night?"

I shook my head. "That's different. Everyone was asleep back then..."

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe they're watching you 24 hours a day, so they know what you do every day." Jiang Mingzhuo's voice grew softer and softer. Seeing that I was blushing from my ears to my neck with shame, he smiled gently, wrapped his arms around me, and patted my back lightly.

The feeling of suffocation slowly returned.

I felt a chill on my face and body while I was in his arms.

There were tears that had fallen from the gentle caress of the pearls, and also cold sweat...

"Woof!" The little dog lying on the floor by the window suddenly twitched its ears cutely.

It seemed to have caught some noise, and suddenly jumped up, its fluffy body pressed against the window, its tongue lolling out.

I quickly got up and looked in surprise, following the dog's gaze.

A tall, black G-Class SUV swaggered arrogantly down the empty street.

A short while later, there was a knock on the apartment door.

I quickly got up.

Upon opening the door, it was indeed the man she had seen that day, Xie Yong.

With his coat draped over his arm, he strode into the house.

"Bruce, come here."

The man raised his hand.

The puppy sat on the floor by the window, looking aggrieved, its tail drooping.

He raised an eyebrow. "You did something wrong but don't dare come over? What kind of person hides here with your mother?"

Even though I've only met him once, I have to admit that Xie Yong is incredibly handsome, with outstanding features and a superior, composed demeanor, making him seem completely out of place in this ordinary apartment.

Urged on by him, the puppy dawdled, looking somewhat pitiful and aggrieved.

"I told you not to run around like that." Xie Yong couldn't help but rub the dog's head before slowly looking at Jiang Mingzhuo inside the house. He smiled confidently and arrogantly, but the hostility in his words was obvious: "Dad is worried that you will be tricked by some people with ulterior motives."

Jiang Mingzhuo tilted his head slightly.

From the moment he forced that Ferrari to stop last night, and even went so far as to want the other driver to crash and die, I could see the madness hidden beneath his elegant and indifferent face.

Especially when Jiang Mingzhuo looked over slowly, his eyes were deep and serious, as if he would kill Xie Yong on the road the next second.

He can do it.

I panicked and quickly pushed Xie Yong out of the apartment.

“You, you mustn’t lose the puppy again next time,” I said to him.

Xie Yong smiled faintly: "I was just passing by and thought I'd drop you off."

He opened his hand to me, and there lay my lost lipstick in his palm.

"How did it end up with you?"

"It fell on the floor of the coffee shop that day, and I only found out after I got home."

As he spoke, he moved even closer to me, my back almost pressed against the half-closed door, as I looked at him.

"Are you dating him?" Xie Yong asked in a low voice.

I felt awkward. Whether I said yes or no, it seemed like this was a topic that shouldn't be touched upon by a stranger like him.

"Thank you for bringing it all the way here," I said simply, wanting to go home. Just as I turned around, Xie Yong grabbed my hand from behind.

He lowered his voice, "Are you dating? Tell me."

I paused for a moment, then said, "I don't know what this has to do with you."

“Of course it’s relevant.” Xie Yong looked at me calmly.

I tilted my head slightly, and he smiled: "This relates to whether I'm interfering in your relationship or not, and to my own identity."

With his handsome and upright face, he said such shameless things in a serious manner. I was stunned. I stared at him with wide eyes. "Jiang Mingzhuo, he, he won't let you get away with this."

"If you're afraid of dying..." Xie Yong tightened his grip, pulling me into his arms, "how can I ever be your mistress?"

"you!"

"..." The man's elegantly shaped, thin lips uttered a string of numbers in a soft voice.

He whispered in my ear, "If you'd like, I'll tell you everything between us. Contact me."

[Author's Note]

Xie Yong, a male mistress with a unique style

Xie Yong can finally do his homework, don't worry. He's been doing homework frequently, and the official pairing hasn't been deleted; Mom will make an appearance.

Ye Fenglin was also the one who called Xie Yong "sister-in-law" while simultaneously thanking him three times (this time around, the two brothers were still mutually thanking each other).

The "dark room" and "wallpaper" storylines will begin when Xiao Fu regains her memories in this playthrough and resolves to sever all ties with all men and never contact them again (this is different from running away, because she plans to get to know a new man, Yu Xu, instead of continuing to entangle herself with these men who are like a quagmire, which is better for her).