episode 53
It's no exaggeration to say that this is the first time 29-year-old Mo Shilin has felt that he is capable of developing feelings of love for another individual.
The person who could easily control his emotions was He Xun.
As a child, he was suppressed by his parents, who were almost abnormal and twisted biologists. During his teenage years, he studied desperately to pursue his dream of becoming a computer scientist and to escape his oppressive family. After graduation, he started his own business without stopping. Over the years, he has not had much free time to date or enjoy romance. The insincere interpersonal interactions and social engagements he had to deal with every day had already left him feeling exhausted.
While kids of his social class, not even eighteen, were already playing with cars, women, men, celebrities, going to bars and clubs, and staying out all night, he was typing code on his computer.
Compared to the dashing and debonair second-generation rich kids, to outsiders, he, as the only son of the Mo family, was probably as bland and tasteless as plain water. Even the servants in the family had commented on him in this way when they wentssiped behind his back.
"Our young master is actually a rather boring person."
That's when he realized that being a model student wasn't so easy.
But luckily he's handsome.
He's handsome, academically gifted, has a good personality, and comes from a good family. From childhood to adulthood, countless admirers have flocked to him—although the latter two are questionable.
Mo Shilin didn't think they genuinely liked him. They just liked the perfect template boyfriend. Anyone would like someone with all those qualities.
People would just think, "He's so handsome and comes from such a good family, so what does it matter if he's a little boring?"
But then again, as one of the few model students in this restless and bizarre era, he was somewhat proud.
Over the years, apart from him focusing all his energy on his career, no one has actually met his standards for a lover.
Perhaps it's a common problem among STEM students, but he has a perfect, standard model of a lover, much like a computer program. For example, he has a specific idea of what the other person should look like, what their personality should be like, what their job should be like, what their smile should be like, and how they should speak.
He has planned everything out; nothing can be omitted.
He was so rigid and ruthless that no human could ever reach that line—at least, no human like that had been around him all these years.
But at that moment, He Xun appeared out of nowhere.
After He Xun appeared, he realized that all the standards and frameworks he had set were just empty talk. Everything he had built for his lover failed him because he discovered a fact that was almost terrifying: no matter what He Xun was like, he would feel a strange flutter in his heart.
When he started masturbating, his mind was a blur without any objects of fantasy. Gradually, He Xun's clear face appeared in his mind, and imagining the other person's face made him release his pent-up desire more quickly. That's when he knew what was going on.
He Xun redefined his standards for a lover, and these standards were defined by He Xun himself, allowing the other person to do anything without restraint except for not loving him.
Since the other party is He Xun, then it's acceptable.
He even firmly believed that if one day he really parted ways with He Xun, He Xun would still leave the deepest mark on his heart.
That so-called "white moonlight" must be He Xun.
He didn't want to be the kind of scumbag who dated, married, and had children with someone else while still having a crush on her, so he would never let go of He Xun.
Absolutely not.
"What are you thinking about? You're not actually in a relationship, are you?"
The burly boxing coach, arms crossed and leaning against the sandbag, looked at Mo Shilin, who had just gotten off the plane and rushed to the boxing gym for training, and finally couldn't help but tease him.
At this moment, Mo Shilin took off his suit, put on black boxing gloves, and neatly wrapped bandages around his wrists. His waist and abdomen were exposed to the air, his arm muscles were smooth, and his V-line extended sexy down along his abdominal muscles. A few drops of sweat rolled down his face.
Because he usually wears suits, Mo Shilin doesn't pursue exaggerated, muscular physiques. He has thin muscles, the typical type who looks slim in clothes but has muscles when undressed. When he punches, he's like an elegant, sharp, and explosive cheetah.
Hearing the coach's teasing, he casually took off his boxing gloves, tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of mineral water, his deep, dark eyes revealing a wildness that had not yet faded.
He tossed the bottled water aside, brushed his sweat-dampened black hair aside, and chuckled softly, "I suppose so."
The coach was even more surprised. He had been Mo Shilin's boxing coach since high school and had never heard of him having a crush on anyone. Hearing him admit it now was simply unbelievable. He sighed inwardly, thinking how late this kid had come to his senses. "I really can't imagine what it would be like for someone like you to fall in love."
"Now that I know, I still get distracted, I still feel anxious, afraid that he'll be unhappy, afraid that he'll suddenly stop talking to me, and I still get heartbroken from time to time." Mo Shilin moved his wrist and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Just like the male lead in a TV series, so cliché."
The coach, who was over forty, nodded in complete agreement: "That's the truth."
It was already noon when I left the boxing gym.
The sun was shining brightly overhead, but a chilly autumn wind occasionally swept through. Mo Shilin put on his coat and drove home.
After driving two blocks, while waiting at a traffic light, he gripped the steering wheel, a little lost in thought, wondering what he should give He Xun since they hadn't seen each other for a week.
He was flying to Saudi Arabia this time. In recent years, Middle Eastern countries have become an important gateway for the live streaming tipping business. The ARPU of the wealthy in the Middle East is frighteningly high. According to the latest statistics, the annual revenue of Chinese live streaming companies in the Middle East has exceeded a staggering 1 billion yuan. So you can imagine that as soon as the plane landed, he was greeted by a variety of meetings, countless social events and endless people to meet.
Three days later, he immediately flew to Singapore to attend the Global Brand Conference and also donated a building to his alma mater. He was in such a hurry that he didn't have time to sightsee or pick out gifts.
He didn't consider himself a particularly romantic person, and the only compensation he could think of at this moment was to buy a gift on the spot, even though he hadn't promised He Xun anything.
Passing by a well-known jewelry store, he inexplicably and yet naturally stopped his car.
The various pieces of jewelry in the glass display cases shimmered under the incandescent lights. The first thing he noticed upon entering was a bracelet. The silver cartilage was adorned with Swarovski black and white diamonds, exuding a delicate yet aloof charm, like a noble black and white swan.
He could even imagine how beautiful He Xun's slender wrist would look wearing this.
Because the idea was so wonderful, he didn't feel any pain even though the thin chain cost him six figures.
He placed the beautifully packaged gift bag in the passenger seat, then turned onto another street and went into a flower shop to buy a bouquet of roses that were still glistening with water droplets. The petals were delicate and trembled with his movements, each one a vibrant red.
The florist wrapped it in black tissue paper for him.
After thanking him, Mo Shilin carried the flowers out, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly felt a little regretful. He was worried that giving roses might be too cliché, and wondered if he should buy something else, such as jasmine or lavender. Just as he was hesitating, someone suddenly appeared in front of him.
He recognized this person; it was Jian Ye, the young anchor he hadn't seen in a long time and remembered as impetuous and naive.
The moment he saw the other person's face clearly, Mo Shilin almost instinctively frowned.
After all, strictly speaking, the other party is still an employee of Yuntu.
As a boss, you naturally don't want to see your employees outside of work hours, and you assume they feel the same way. Which employee wants to see their boss after work? It's more like a killjoy.
Little did he know that this encounter was exactly where the original plot was headed, and even more so, according to the original script, he was supposed to have his first kiss with the protagonist of the original book right here.
Mo Shilin intended to pretend he hadn't seen anything and simply walk past, but Jian Ye, who was sitting on the bench, suddenly looked up as if she sensed something and stared intently into his eyes.
Jian Ye sat blankly on the bench, his eyes red, as if he had just been crying. His skin was fair, and when he cried, his face was like a pear blossom in the rain, and his whole body was flushed pink like a peach blossom.
Upon seeing his boss appear before him, he suddenly stood up as if out of control and walked straight to Mo Shilin.
Mo Shilin then noticed that Jian Ye was holding a short knife in her hand.
"what you do?"
Mo Shilin's expression darkened.
In fact, he rarely put on airs in public, but for some reason, now, facing Jian Ye's seemingly harmless face, he found himself tightening his grip on the roses, a sudden, inexplicable irritation rising within him, and his right eyelid twitching slightly, as if it were some ominous sign.
"Mr. Mo... I had a fight with Brother Zhuo, he... he doesn't want me anymore."
Jian Ye began to sob pitifully, a few tears sliding down her swollen eyes.
Mo Shilin had no intention of knowing about his employees' private lives, much less act as someone's emotional dumping ground. He said succinctly, "Then you should go find him." With that, he turned and walked past Jian Ye with a cold face.
Unexpectedly, Jian Ye reached out and grabbed his arm without warning: "Mr. Mo..."
The moment the other person's hand touched him, Mo Shilin impatiently shook it off. He suppressed the growing irritation in his heart and tried his best to be polite and restrained, asking, "Is there anything else?"
Jian Ye lowered her head, muttering pitifully, "He doesn't like me anymore... He even left without hesitation when he heard I was going to commit suicide... He probably really doesn't like me anymore. I really, really don't know what to do, but... he even proposed to me..."
Mo Shilin coldly replied, "Sorry, that's your own business."
"But...but Mr. Mo...shouldn't you stay and comfort me?"
After saying this, Jian Ye suddenly opened his eyes wide, seemingly unable to believe that he could say such a thing to his boss. But the next second, his eyes gradually became unclear, his round eyes were filled with shimmering water, his cheeks were red, and his whole body seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, forcibly carrying out pre-set program instructions.
"Could you...could you hug me?"
He took a few steps forward, reached out, and was about to put his arm around Mo Shilin's waist.
Mo Shilin's forehead twitched, and he abruptly took two steps back, leaving Jian Ye scrambling at nothing.
However, the other party's behavior and words, which showed no sense of propriety, had clearly crossed his line.
A sudden surge of inexplicable irritability rushed into his brain, and Mo Shilin could no longer bear it. He almost gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Get out! Don't make me say it a second time."
But before he could finish speaking, a violent headache struck without warning. It felt as if an electric baton had been plunged into his brain, causing him excruciating pain. His handsome face turned deathly pale in an instant, and the red rose in his hand fell to the ground with a thud! Then, his hands involuntarily rose up and reached towards Jian Ye's back!
"Warning! Character defying the plot; force execution button activated immediately!"
"Warning! Character defying the plot; force execution button activated immediately!"
"Warning! Character defying the plot; force execution button activated immediately!"
Jian Ye looked at him with teary eyes.
What appeared before his eyes was He Xun's hesitant gaze whenever he looked at him.
It's impossible to hide; He Xun also likes him.
I like him too!
I like him too!!
The scene before him and He Xun's face flashed wildly through his mind like a computer infected with a virus, making Mo Shilin's head feel like it was about to explode!
He clutched his head in agony, trying to break free from this invisible yet terrifying control.
He... hadn't even had a chance to give He Xun a formal confession yet, he absolutely couldn't... couldn't compromise.
cannot...!
Just as Jian Ye leaned closer again, Mo Shilin suddenly snatched the dagger from her hand!
Jian Ye was startled at first, and then suddenly cried out in surprise.
Mo Shilin gripped the knife and plunged it fiercely into his own shoulder!
one time!
Two!
Blood splattered violently!
He groaned in pain, but without hesitation, he quickly pulled the scissors out and then stabbed them down his shoulder!
After three or four cuts, the sharp blade turned dark red, with bits of minced meat still clinging to it. The near-death pain from the flesh and the numbness of being struck on the head instantly swept over the whole body, and the feeling of being forcibly controlled finally subsided!
His veins were bulging, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Mo Shilin involuntarily let go, and the short knife clattered to the ground!
His chest heaved violently.
Just when he thought he had survived this ordeal, his head began to spin uncontrollably again.
His vision blurred with alternating white and black, and he was powerless to resist. His mind gradually sank into darkness, and he could faintly hear cold, mechanical sounds.
"Warning! Warning! Unusual resistance to plot detected! The system will immediately force a memory reset!"
"Warning! Unusual resistance to plot detected! The system will immediately force a memory wipe!"
"The system will immediately force a memory reset!"
In that instant, Mo Shilin suddenly realized something. He remembered He Xun's several times of hesitation in bed and his occasional inexplicable mention of fatalism.
He Xun was never happy when he talked about those things, and his beautiful eyes were filled with deep sadness. At the time, he just thought that He Xun was insecure. He felt sorry for him and couldn't help but kiss and hug He Xun. He didn't expect that it was just a temporary solution.
A sharp, piercing pain suddenly struck.
Perhaps... perhaps He Xun really does know something?
...He really shouldn't have said those things so confidently on the cruise ship last time. He should have listened to He Xun and been a little more superstitious. Now his words have come true.
A tremendous sense of powerlessness and the anger of being forcibly controlled swept through my body like waves, but gradually subsided.
......
In the last second before losing his memory, he thought bitterly.
He Xun.
No one, nothing, no factor can stop my heart from belonging to you.
It's a pity, you may never hear me say these words again...
He Xun, I only hope you remember what I said.
"My love for you will never change."
"If I've changed, then it's definitely not me."
"I will only love you in this lifetime."
He Xun, I hope that you will never feel pain because of someone who is not me.
I selfishly want you to always have me in your heart, but I can't bear to see you sad.
So, it would be best if you could forget me too.
He Xun – Never suffer.
Then he suddenly fainted.
A bouquet of bright red roses was blown by the wind to the middle of the road, where a speeding car ran over it, leaving a large pool of thick blood.
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