episode 37
At dawn, a ray of light peeked into the bedroom through the gap in the curtains.
He Xun slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he felt was a burning sense of confinement. He turned his head with difficulty and lowered his eyes.
Sure enough, there were two hands around his waist, tightly wrapped around him, making them quite noticeable.
He carefully shifted his body, intending to get out of bed, but the other person noticed him as soon as he moved. Mo Shilin casually grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms, his voice still hoarse from the early morning: "Awake so early?"
He Xun was forced to fall down, his head pressed tightly against Mo Shilin's lower abdomen. He shifted uncomfortably, raising his eyes to stare at the handsome features of the man in front of him—and the well-defined abs and V-line under his robe. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What a vixen."
He coughed lightly twice, his expression unchanged: "Well, he's still your male servant after all. I'll go wash up and make breakfast. It's still early, you can sleep a little longer."
Upon hearing this, Mo Shilin chuckled softly, grabbed his chin, and gave him a hard kiss.
After the loud kiss, He Xun's originally light pink lips were tinged with a deep blush.
"Truly dedicated," Mo Shilin praised with amusement.
"......"
If the relationship between the two was still innocent before, after last night, it really confirmed the rumors that people were talking about: he really did a good job of coaxing Mo Shilin.
"The president of a major internet company is not serious at all."
Ignoring Mo Shilin's amused gaze, He Xun coldly pushed him away and got out of bed to wash up without looking back.
Mo Shilin leaned against the headboard, gave a wicked smile, and added a touch of evil to his handsome face: "You weren't exactly serious in bed last night either."
He Xun pretended not to hear, pushed open the bathroom door, and washed his face and brushed his teeth as usual.
As he shoved the toothbrush into his mouth, foam slowly overflowed from the corners of his lips, and his thoughts began to race, the events of last night flashing before his eyes like a movie.
He really did kiss Mo Shilin.
Although we didn't get to the final step, we've already done everything we should and shouldn't have seen, and everything we should and shouldn't have touched.
He wouldn't admit that he liked Mo Shilin, but he knew that he had taken the initiative last night, and that if he hadn't asked for a kiss first, the two of them wouldn't have been able to break the ice so quickly.
Undeniably, Jian Ye's plan to marry Qin Zhuo was definitely a catalyst that enabled him to take the initiative to ask for a kiss.
But after the burning desire and passion subsided, he began to waver like a roly-poly toy, and even felt a little regretful.
He shouldn't get entangled with someone who is both the "boss" and the "second male lead of the original book".
What is their relationship now? Can he be sure that Mo Shilin is sincere towards him and not just playing around? After all, the driving force of hormones should never be underestimated, and trying to shake a script that has already been written is like an ant trying to shake a tree.
Most importantly, if one day Mo Shilin truly understands what kind of person he is, will the two of them still be as affectionate as they are now? Does the other person like his superficial appearance and outward appearance, or his soul deep within? Thinking of this, He Xun smiled self-deprecatingly.
...Forget it, his soul is so repressed and chaotic, it's better that the other party, a pampered and privileged young man, doesn't know.
After rinsing his mouth, He Xun subconsciously looked at himself in the mirror.
The young man in the mirror had delicate features and refined eyes. Coupled with his consistently good taste in clothing, no one would fail to compliment his good looks. However, when no one was around, his expression was blank, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, exuding a cold and aloof air.
He knew from a young age that he was never the kind of person who was good at being coquettish or flattering.
Whether during his student days or as an entertainment reporter, many people said that he appeared approachable on the surface but was actually strong-willed and too aloof, making it impossible for people to get close to him and only maintain superficial friendships. Most people in the industry also prefer handsome boys who are gentle and easy to manipulate. Although he was good-looking and often acted smoothly to survive, he was not truly sincere.
He's stubborn at heart, and you can see that once you get a little closer.
Even yesterday, when he took the initiative to kiss Mo Shilin and received no response, he stubbornly refused to say any sweet words to coax or appease him.
Anyone else would have already started acting cute and affectionate with Mo Shilin.
Thinking of the undisguised desire in Mo Shilin's eyes last night in bed, He Xun chuckled and muttered, leaning against the edge of the sink, "What's so attractive about him...?"
"Didn't you say you were making breakfast? What are you doing standing here daydreaming?"
Mo Shilin pushed open the door and went straight to the sink, picked up another cup to fill with water and wash up, interrupting his mutterings.
He Xun abruptly snapped out of his reverie and was about to say it was nothing when Mo Shilin gave him a meaningful look from head to toe, raised an eyebrow, and asked in a slightly subtle tone, "Or are you feeling unwell?"
"......"
It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because as soon as he did, He Xun felt a dull ache all over his body.
Seeing his face turn pale, Mo Shilin finally gave a wicked smile, deliberately pointing to his chest, revealing his true intentions: "Does it hurt?"
Upon hearing this, He Xun felt a surge of anger rise within him.
Yesterday, that bastard went crazy and ravaged those two little darlings, even biting them like a dog. Even now, there are still several clear teeth marks on his chest, and every time his clothes rub against them, an indescribable stinging pain surges up.
And now—this person dares to ask a question they already know the answer to! How is this any different from sexual harassment?!
Just as he was about to push the door open and leave, he felt indignant. So He Xun turned around, crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows, and retorted, "Young Master Mo, they say a dog that bites doesn't bark. Why do you talk so much?"
The young male servant is very good at insulting people indirectly.
Mo Shilin was overjoyed. He leaned against the wall and laughed for a while before turning He Xun's shoulder and looking at him with deep eyes: "He Xun, you may not know, but I like it when you talk to me like this."
I much prefer empty polite words to insincere sentimentality.
When Mo Shilin said this, his expression and tone were extremely serious. He Xun's eyes widened for a moment, and then he pushed him away.
"Masochist".
He Xun gave this evaluation.
Mo Shilin didn't like Western food, so He Xun went downstairs to the breakfast stall and bought two servings of millet porridge, steamed buns, and fried dough sticks.
When he returned, Mo Shilin had already dressed impeccably again and was about to tie his tie when He Xun quickly stepped forward and took the tie from Mo Shilin's hand, saying, "Let me do it."
Mo Shilin, of course, let him have his way.
After tying his tie, He Xun went to the table and set out the breakfast.
Mo Shilin went to the window to answer a few work calls. On the way, he glanced at the table and saw two bowls of millet porridge steaming, a few golden fried dough sticks and plump steamed buns lying quietly on a plate. The steamed buns were also carefully packaged in separate bags according to whether they were meat or vegetables.
They really know how to get things done.
As Mo Shilin thought this, his tone of voice became more gentle and pleasant when he spoke to people.
This satisfaction stemmed not only from the fact that He Xun was the one buying breakfast, but also from the fact that, professionally speaking, He Xun was truly an excellent male servant.
No wonder even the notoriously picky Aunt Mu likes him.
A short while later, Mo Shilin hung up the phone, but his eyes never left He Xun.
He felt that He Xun possessed a contradictory beauty. He was unconventionally handsome, attracting attention from all sides. On the surface, he was clever and tactful, but inside he was stubborn and passionate. He could be a meticulous male servant, but he could also provoke and blame him for the sake of that dead little star, and even argue and have a cold war with him.
He Xun was a person who was worldly-wise but not cynical.
If He Xun were to become his assistant, he would certainly do a great job. It would be a waste for him to stay at home as a male servant. A man like He Xun should be out in the public eye, pursued and willingly submitted to by the world.
So, is He Xun a corporate spy or not?
However, there is absolutely no evidence to support the claim that he is. At least Yuntu has not suffered any losses because of He Xun so far.
Mo Shilin casually toyed with the metal lighter in his hand, and the blue flame suddenly shot into the air. He stared at He Xun not far away through the mesmerizing flame.
"Darling, how many secrets are you still hiding from me?"
The male servant, He, was completely unaware that his boss had secretly labeled him a corporate spy. After setting out breakfast, he tidied up the bedroom, displaying a level of professionalism that surpassed even that of the hotel staff.
Not long after, He Xun came out of the bedroom and saw that Mo Shilin had ended the call and was sitting casually on a bar stool with his long legs crossed, playing with something in his hand. When he saw He Xun come out, he smiled and beckoned to him: "Come here."
He Xun took a few steps closer, and Mo Shilin shoved the thing into his hand: "If the pain is unbearable, just apply it yourself."
It is a box of Nan Yun Bai Yao pain relief ointment.
"Um."
Seeing him nod obediently, Mo Shilin suddenly reached out and pulled him into his arms, his tone ambiguous: "I won't put it on for you, husband."
He Xun stumbled and was forced to sit on his lap. He reflexively wrapped his arms around his shoulders and then spoke from a strange angle: "Why are you my husband? Am I not a man?"
"It's true you're a man, but there should be a hierarchy among men, right? Isn't it obvious who's superior between us?"
He Xun lowered his head and glared at him, clearly not convinced.
"What, you're not convinced?"
Mo Shilin glanced at his watch, casually patted He Xun's butt with one hand, and raised an eyebrow with a playful expression: "There's still time, how about we skip dinner and I'll help you review some more?"
"No, no, no." He Xun was truly afraid of his inhuman behavior in bed, so he forced a smile. "Young Master Mo, work is more important."
"You really don't need me to apply any medicine?"
"No, really no need."
Of course! If I let him apply it to me, it wouldn't be treating the illness; it would be inviting a wolf into the house.
After saying that, He Xun tried to break free from his embrace, but Mo Shilin refused, holding him tightly as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "Just eat like this."
Helpless, He Xun simply resigned himself to his fate.
The two ate and chatted in this intimate pose.
He Xun recalled the fleeting look of annoyance Mo Shilin gave at the auction yesterday, when he found the occasion so pretentious. Finally, he asked him why he chose to become a businessman instead of pursuing a technical career.
Mo Shilin scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth and then answered him very seriously: "Because in this society, without money and power, all dreams are just empty talk. You don't even have the ability to get rid of your parents, let alone realize your dreams."
He Xun was unaware of the true situation of Mo Shilin's family. When he heard about "getting rid of his parents," he was clearly taken aback, but he didn't ask any more questions. Then he felt sorry for him.
The world may not need many high-ranking businessmen, but it does need many people who love and are willing to study computer technology.
Mo Shilin, however, seemed unconcerned and said self-deprecatingly, "Maybe when I'm in my forties or fifties I can sell the company and then spend all my time dealing with computers, becoming a boring, middle-aged, balding, tech-savvy nerd."
He Xun smiled, his two canine teeth peeking out playfully: "Then he must be a handsome guy too." Mo Shilin stared at him for a while, then lowered his head to kiss him.
......
The blazing, round sun finally rose, its golden rays streaming through the windows and completely enveloping the room.
The alarm clock rang repeatedly for who knows how many times before Mo Shilin finally let He Xun go.
He Xun's face was flushed. He grabbed Mo Shilin's collar and pushed him away, his breathing a little rapid: "If we don't leave now, we'll really be late."
"Okay, I understand." Mo Shilin's voice was hoarse, and he released him after a while.
He Xun straightened his disheveled clothes and looked up to see the gemstone necklace that he had casually left on the coffee table when he was with Mo Shilin last night. He walked over and was about to put the necklace away when Mo Shilin grabbed his wrist.
"It looks good on."
Mo Shilin touched his reddened collarbone, then raised his hand to hook his chin: "I'm going out."
"...Um."
"Wait for me to come back."
*
Three days passed quickly, and He Xun and Mo Shilin returned to S City as scheduled.
Neither of them mentioned the kissing over the past three days or the fact that they slept in the same bed every night.
Aside from the final step, they did everything they could physically, yet neither of them gave a clear definition to their relationship.
Whether they are lovers or just casual sex partners.
Nobody mentioned it.
Mo Shilin enjoys the ambiguous period; as an adult, he finds the ambiguous nature of their relationship somewhat appealing. Besides, he doesn't want to pressure He Xun. Someone as stubborn as He Xun will only push him further away; it's better to let things develop gradually.
He Xun, on the other hand, had no idea how to define the relationship between the two of them. He even had an ostrich mentality, as if as long as he didn't bring it up, the relationship between the two of them would still be a clear superior-subordinate relationship, taking self-deception to the extreme.
The two, each with their own thoughts, got off the plane.
The company had accumulated a lot of documents that needed Mo Shilin's signature, so Mo Shilin went to Yuntu as soon as he got off the plane, while He Xun returned to the villa as usual.
He distributed the souvenirs and snacks he bought in City C to everyone, chatted with them about the local customs and culture of City C, helped Aunt Mu check the bills for the past few days, and taught the housekeeper, Uncle Li, how to shop online, among other things. He was busy until 7 p.m. before returning to his room to rest.
After washing up, He Xun put on his pure cotton white T-shirt and lay on the bed in a starfish position. Water droplets from his head slowly slid down his eyelids, spreading into a small, damp patch on the sheets.
He swore after a long time: "This is more tiring than a business trip."
Despite his outburst, he casually wiped his face, sat up in bed, picked up his phone, and added Huo Liang to his new social media account, which he had started registering and managing back in City C.
His account was designed to create an atmosphere of extravagance and debauchery, and his persona was very simple: a playboy.
Upon seeing that it was him, Huo Liang quickly passed his verification.
After that, He Xun began to carefully look through Huo Liang's WeChat Moments.
Perhaps because the other party is a public figure, Huo Liang didn't dare to post anything outrageous, even on his private WeChat Moments.
After all, there are countless cases of celebrities posting their true feelings on social media only to have them maliciously screenshotted and posted online.
Huo Liang's WeChat Moments posts are not suspicious. He mostly posts photos of himself working out at the gym and showing off his muscles, with fairly standard captions, and the posts are only visible for three days.
However, in certain special circumstances, things that seem fine on the surface may actually have more problems underneath.
We need to test the waters again.
Thinking this, He Xun quickly collected some niche and high-definition pictures from the internet, picked out a picture of himself drinking red wine in an infinity pool, and posted it on his WeChat Moments.
The caption read "Boring".
Less than five minutes later, Huo Liang liked his post and then sent him a private message saying, "That shirt is a new item from Y brand, right? It looks great on you (smile)."
Before He Xun could reply, the other party sent another message.
"At the last auction, I saw you sitting next to Mr. Mo from Yuntu. You two seemed to be getting along very well. Are you friends? (smiles)"
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