episode 54
Song Liuguang returned with three ice creams in his hand, sat in the passenger seat, and stretched out his arm to hand the light purple ice cream to the back seat.
"Here you go, Xun-ge, the vanilla flavor you ordered."
Song Liuguang's face was not turned back, so he naturally did not notice He Xun's unusual expression.
On the contrary, when Su Yaojia pulled the handbrake, she glanced at the rearview mirror and suddenly noticed that He Xun's expression was very unpleasant. She frowned and subconsciously followed He Xun's gaze to look outside. Sure enough, there were two very good-looking men standing across the street.
Coincidentally, she knew both of them.
One is Mo Shilin, the young and promising CEO of Yuntu, and the other is Jian Ye, a popular online streamer known for her good looks.
Tsk...
These two are really blatant, daring to date in broad daylight? If I remember correctly, they're supposed to be boss and employee, right? Aren't they afraid of being photographed by paparazzi? But then again, given Mo Shilin's status, ordinary paparazzi would definitely think twice before publishing their stories.
As Su Yaojia slowly started the car, she muttered to herself, glancing at He Xun's deathly pale face in the rearview mirror.
They seem like complete strangers, so why does her brother Xun look so grim? Could it be that something's going on between them...?
After waiting for ages, Song Liuguang couldn't take it anymore and finally turned around to urge, "Brother Xun! Catch it! My arm is killing me!"
This sound finally snapped He Xun out of his daze, pulling him back from the depths of the sea.
He turned his head stiffly, staring at the ice cream cone being held out in front of him.
The golden egg roll is topped with two pale purple cream balls, emitting a cool and subtle vanilla aroma.
This ice cream cone should have made your mouth water.
He Xun had no appetite at all, and even felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.
He closed his eyes, forcing back the inexplicable nausea, and took it.
The carefree Song Liuguang sighed with relief and immediately started a game on his phone.
In just a short while, the ice cream scoop had already started to melt, and the cream splattered onto her legs, leaving a sticky, dark stain on the fabric of her pants.
He Xun snapped back to his senses and hurriedly tried to wipe it with the back of his fingers, but that was only a temporary fix. He wiped the ice cream off his leg, but it was still dripping. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and it took him several seconds to realize that he should use his mouth to catch it.
The cool cream melted instantly on his tongue, leaving a muddy mess, just like his heart.
He numbly sucked on the ice cream cone, trying his best to suppress the sour feeling that kept welling up from the bottom of his heart.
His mood was, of course, chaotic.
Witnessing Mo Shilin and Jian Ye's connection firsthand had a far greater impact on him than he had imagined.
Didn't Jian Ye already discuss marriage with Qin Zhuo? Why...why...
But...shouldn't we have thought of that sooner?
Didn't you know from the first day you transmigrated into the book that Mo Shilin's heart would ultimately only stay with the protagonist and remain chaste?
So what should he do now? Quietly retreat? Or go up and fight to the death?
But is he qualified to compete? Does he have the ability to compete with the protagonist?
Moreover—
He Xun gave a numb yet self-deprecating smile.
Even if he tries to fight for it, Mo Shilin might not want him. How can the other party resist the fate script that is like a curse engraved in his genes?
He has never been an optimistic person.
Even for every exam during his student days, he only made the worst-case scenario prediction.
In every journalistic job, he always prepared for the worst; the outcome would either be his death or the other party's demise.
Not to mention his love affair with Mo Shilin, which felt like a fleeting dream.
Moreover, he didn't know whether what he and Mo Shilin had was love.
But Mo Shilin had told him he loved him, under that romantic and brilliant starry sky, in the moist sea breeze, in those passionate, tearing kisses, in those unforgettable promises and vows...
Can he be trusted just this once?
— Su Yaojia parked her car in front of a Chinese restaurant.
As soon as they entered, Song Liuguang took the initiative to order food, while Su Yaojia helped He Xun, whose arm was still in a cast, to sit down.
The waiter brought out the drinks and tea first, and Su Yaojia poured water for He Xun.
He Xun uttered the words "thank you" almost mechanically.
Su Yaojia wasn't stupid. If she couldn't sense that something was wrong with the other person at a time like this, then she would have lived in vain.
She stared at He Xun's bloodless face for a while, then suddenly a thought struck her. Her face first showed disbelief, and after a long while she asked with certainty, "Brother Xun, did you get together with one of those two men across the street just now?"
He Xun's heart skipped a beat. He looked up abruptly, astonished by her keen observation. He wanted to ask her how she had figured it out, but his dry throat opened and closed, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Su Yaojia seemed to see what he was thinking, and smiled like a cat while resting her chin on her hand: "It's very simple. The indescribable look of disorientation on your face at that time was not like looking at an enemy, nor like looking at a friend, so there is only one possibility left - that is, your lover."
"Of course, in theory, lovers should be the least likely, but in real life, the least likely thing is often the most likely thing."
He Xun took a deep breath, his five fingers gripping the glass tightening: "You're very smart."
Su Yaojia stared at him for a while longer, then asked calmly, "Is it Mo Shilin?"
"......"
After a moment of silence, He Xun could only manage a wry smile: "If it weren't impossible, I would have suspected you had mind-reading abilities."
Su Yaojia certainly didn't have mind-reading abilities, but her intuition told her that the one with whom He Xun had a romantic entanglement was Mo Shilin, as the two of them seemed to have some inexplicable magnetic field connection.
This certainty came out of nowhere; she herself didn't know why, and could only attribute it all to her sixth sense.
“I noticed it the time you went to act in front of that bastard surnamed Huo; the car you borrowed was really expensive.”
As Su Yaojia spoke, she slapped her forehead and suddenly realized, "That makes sense! It has to be him. If you two didn't have something going on, would he be so generous as to lend you such a nice car and clothes?"
He Xun didn't know what to say, so he remained silent again.
"well."
Su Yaojia couldn't help but sigh.
Indeed, throughout history, the hurdle of love has always been the most difficult to overcome.
She finally believed the overwhelming online claims that Tang Sanzang had indeed been moved by the Queen of the Women's Kingdom for even a second.
Even someone as shrewd as He Xun can be troubled by love.
Although she was curious, she didn't want to pry into He Xun's privacy or reopen old wounds at this moment. After a moment's consideration, she simply said, "Brother Xun, although I don't know how far your relationship has progressed or what exactly happened between you, I personally think it's best to talk things out first. Maybe it's all a misunderstanding. Don't overthink things here."
"The worst thing in a relationship is when one person is overthinking things while the other is completely oblivious."
"Do you understand, Xun-ge? Someone as smart as you can't figure this out, right? Don't get stuck on this alone. Just ask him directly, what's the worst that can happen? At worst, you'll have a big fight, which is better than sulking here by yourself."
"Just ask him! What exactly is your relationship with that person? Do you like him or me?!"
"What good would it do to ask? Adults should be bold in love and hate, not like children who are hesitant and indecisive. Don't you agree, Xun-ge?"
"......"
Perhaps girls are born with the wonderful ability to heal others. After Su Yaojia's unrestrained and straightforward explanation, He Xun's restless heart gradually calmed down.
Yes, he can't just keep getting stuck on this issue by himself; that wouldn't be fair to Mo Shilin, would it?
He should have had an open and honest talk with the other party first.
If Mo Shilin truly fell in love with the original protagonist, even if he developed the slightest unease towards him, he would never interfere between them. He would resign voluntarily and wouldn't be so tactless as to continue staying under Mo Shilin's nose.
Moreover, his pride wouldn't allow him to do that.
In an instant, it was as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun, and my cold and numb heart gradually warmed up.
He Xun looked at Su Yaojia and smiled sincerely: "Thank you, Jiajia, I know what to do."
*
After lunch, He Xun said goodbye to Su Yaojia and Song Liuguang. Since he didn't want to reveal his identity for the time being, he took a bus back to the villa by himself.
Before he could even feel uneasy, he heard the news of Mo Shilin's injury as soon as he entered the door.
The servants all looked solemn and stood ready in the lobby on the first floor.
Aunt Mu bumped into him, not even bothering to ask why his arm was in a cast. She instinctively ordered, "He Xun's back? That's great! Go upstairs and take care of him—" Her tone suddenly paused as she noticed He Xun's left arm was wrapped up like a dumpling. Her voice involuntarily slowed as she asked in confusion, "Your arm..."
"You accidentally fell and hurt yourself, it's nothing serious."
The moment He Xun heard the news of Mo Shilin's injury, a burning anxiety suddenly flared up in his heart, as if countless ants were crawling on his heart. "What happened to him? What's wrong with him?"
"They said he suddenly fainted on the street, his left shoulder was stabbed raw, and he was brought back by a kind passerby. We don't know the specifics yet, and Assistant Li has already checked the surveillance footage."
"How could this happen? Is it serious? Is he awake? Did you call a doctor? Why didn't you take him to the hospital!"
He Xun was in a state of turmoil, and his tone became uncontrollably impatient. Only after he had spoken did he realize that his attitude was inappropriate.
He rarely lost his composure like this, and Aunt Mu looked at him with a complicated expression.
"......"
He slowly unclenched his fist, opened his mouth, ran his right hand through his hair, and murmured, "I'm sorry, Aunt Mu..."
Fortunately, Mu Xianglu didn't hold it against him. She just sighed and said, "Don't worry, He Xun. Shi Lin has already been to the hospital for treatment. The doctor said there's no danger to his life. He can go home and rest."
"He's still unconscious. You were in charge of things on the third floor, so go up and take care of him."
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