episode 67
The following afternoon.
He Xun and Mo Shilin boarded the plane to Bangkok on time.
Because this business trip would last a week and involve intense business activities, in addition to He Xun, Assistant Li and another business specialist from Yuntu would also be accompanying him.
Mo Shilin has never liked making a big fuss, and he especially dislikes having a large group of people following him wherever he goes, especially when he goes on business trips. He usually tries to save money as much as possible, and bringing three people this time was already the limit he could accept. When Mu Xianglu suggested bringing another servant in the morning, he absolutely disagreed and even showed a rare sullen face. In the end, it was He Xun who stepped in to smooth things over and persuade Mu Xianglu to give up the idea, thus avoiding a dispute between the two.
After settling into his business class seat, gazing at the endless blue sky and white clouds outside the glass, which looked like an oil painting, He Xun took some time to recall the trap Mo Shilin had set for him the night before.
What happened next?
Of course, there was no follow-up.
Just as he realized that Mo Shilin had set a trap for him, and Mo Shilin was about to kiss him, he angrily pushed the other man out the door.
Even with amnesia, he's still so cunning.
hateful!
Thinking of this, He Xun nudged the despicable man's shoulder with his elbow.
The despicable man turned off his electronic communication device, put on his glasses, took out a copy of Clay Shirky's "Cognitive Surplus," and unscrewed his pen. Before he could even open it, he felt the young male servant's burning touch.
He turned his head, and He Xun continued the conversation from last night with a blank expression: "Do you also have desires for other people?"
It was a very ambiguous topic, but he asked it as if he knew how to solve a difficult math problem.
Mo Shilin tapped the book cover lightly with his fingers, a playful glint in his phoenix eyes behind his glasses: "He can be cultivated."
"......"
Bullshit.
Not getting the answer he wanted, He Xun snatched Mo Shilin's book and started flipping through it on his own in a huff.
Mo Shilin didn't move, but stared intently at He Xun's profile. If He Xun turned his head at this moment, he would have noticed that his usually composed face had been momentarily lost in thought.
Yesterday afternoon, Mo Shilin underwent another electroconvulsive therapy session.
This treatment lasted longer than the previous ones, and the physical pain, akin to electric shock, was indescribable. However, it is worth celebrating that his memory recovery work has been very successful.
He had already determined that the extremely important butterfly that had been hovering in his subconscious was He Xun.
Although he still couldn't recall the specific events—for example, when they met, when they got together, and what exactly happened—he had a few vague fragments in his mind. His most vivid memory was of He Xun and him sharing a passionate kiss at sea. It was He Xun who initiated it.
He finally found out why He Xun cried after he kissed him that night. It turned out that he was the "scumbag" who made the other person sad.
But to be honest, he was a little angry.
When he walked out of the treatment room last night, he had a fleeting impulse to confront He Xun directly, to question why the other party didn't take the initiative to tell him the truth, whether the other party knew why he had lost his memory, and what right the other party had to arbitrarily erase his right to know the truth.
After doing all this, they would then force He Xun to tell them their love story from the beginning in detail.
What frustrated him was that he had already possessed He Xun long ago, but he had forgotten it like an idiot.
But when he got home and saw He Xun's stunned and blank face after accidentally bumping into him, he couldn't bear to leave him.
The words that were already on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down.
Because he didn't want to see He Xun's conflicted and sad expression, he compromised again, willing to wait until He Xun was willing.
Moreover, he was confident that his memory could be fully restored.
From childhood to adulthood, he has always been able to plan and implement anything rationally.
But it doesn't work against He Xun. Once he's facing He Xun, his rationality goes out of control, like a rusty bicycle chain.
He acts on instinct in everything he does with He Xun, including physical contact and kissing.
Just then, the plane encountered turbulence, and He Xun, caught off guard, was jolted and nearly tore the pages of the book. A look of astonishment naturally crossed He Xun's face, but it disappeared immediately after he confirmed that the book was undamaged.
Such changes in expression have a vivid beauty, like a goldfish in the water suddenly widening its pupils when it is hit by an external force, giving it a round and cute appearance.
Mo Shilin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he suddenly leaned over.
"What?" He Xun was startled and stepped back, pushing his shoulders warily with both hands.
Mo Shilin placed his palm on the book page, a smile playing on his lips: "You're holding the book upside down."
In the end, the book returned to Mo Shilin's hands.
He Xun asked a flight attendant for a colorful Southeast Asia travel guide. He spent an hour and a half studying the address of the amulet master that he had obtained from An Simiao's phone, marking and sketching, and determined the exploration route. Then he put on an eye mask and fell asleep.
As the plane approached Southeast Asian airspace, the air conditioning inside the plane was so cold that it created a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere, making people feel as if they had entered a fairyland. In the economy class, some people were so cold that they had to ask the flight attendants to buy blankets.
Mo Shilin had already covered He Xun with a blanket when He Xun had just fallen asleep, and now he covered He Xun's legs with his own blanket before continuing to read his book.
......
Several hours later, I got off the plane.
Outside the glass, the sky was bathed in a soft pink glow, and passengers filed out, greeted by the unique humidity and heat of Southeast Asia.
Thailand has a tropical monsoon climate, meaning it doesn't have a traditional winter; instead, it has a hot season, a rainy season, and a cool season.
Fortunately, it was the cool season in Thailand, with average temperatures between 19 and 26 degrees Celsius. It was dry with little rain, and the sun was shining brightly during the day. It was arguably the most comfortable time of year in all of Thailand, so He Xun didn't feel as hot and uncomfortable as he had. In fact, he felt more comfortable than when the weather in China was extremely cold.
The Thai airport where we landed was huge, but the first thing that caught our eye was the enormous Buddha statue standing in the center of the hall.
The golden statue stood solemnly, its eyes wide open in anger, yet it showed neither joy nor sorrow, simply gazing quietly at the bustling crowds coming and going.
It was already 7 p.m. when I finished the immigration procedures.
Li Mu had booked a restaurant in advance, and as soon as they got off the plane, the group went straight to their destination for dinner.
The other business specialist was a young woman named Zhou Xuewei. She was very capable and fluent in Thai and English.
Despite appearing to be a very professional person, she speaks very casually in private. Before entering the restaurant, she specifically asked He Xun to accompany her to a nearby store to buy sunscreen, mosquito repellent, and a lightweight umbrella.
The two quickly became acquainted.
When they came out of the store carrying their things, Zhou Xuewei was already able to hook her arm around He Xun's arm with practiced ease.
"Hey! Handsome guy!" Her eyes sparkled, making no attempt to hide her gossipy nature, and she wasn't worried that He Xun would tell on her. "Is our boss this normal at home too?"
He Xun glanced down at the two of them, who were sitting like best friends, and smiled: "Yeah, he doesn't lose his temper easily."
"He really is consistent inside and out." Zhou Xuewei pursed her lips, her eyes seemingly filled with disbelief, and sighed, "I thought he was just pretending."
She shrugged: "You know, capitalists like them are usually hypocrites."
He Xun stood beside her on the street, spraying mosquito repellent on his wrist. Hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. He closed the cap of the mosquito repellent and said, "Is it really okay to be so blatant in your dealings with your boss?"
After laughing, he paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, there was an unconscious sense of melancholy in his voice: "To be honest, I felt the same way when I first started working here."
But he really missed the old Mo Shilin, the Mo Shilin before he lost his memory. The Mo Shilin who belonged to him.
*
Li Mu was extremely efficient, and the restaurant he booked was one of the most representative in Bangkok.
Yellow curry crab, green curry chicken, green papaya salad, basil fish, mango sticky rice, and a bowl of Tom Yum soup, a must-try when visiting Thailand, make up a perfect Thai meal.
There were no work activities tonight, and the group of us, all dressed casually, were having dinner at the restaurant, looking just like we were on vacation.
While eating, Li Mu chatted with He Xun, who was sitting opposite him. The two hit it off quite well. He Xun mentioned that the sea in Thailand was very blue and beautiful, like gemstones—of course, he omitted the fact that he had been to Thailand before he transmigrated into the book. Li Mu agreed wholeheartedly and sighed, "The river view is beautiful too. I came here once for my wedding, but it's a pity that this restaurant doesn't have a river view."
"Then why didn't you book a room with a river view?" He Xun teased him while biting into a crab. "You, as his assistant, don't even have this much authority?"
Li Mu snorted coldly and said without any mercy, "The Riverview Restaurant requires formal attire, but President Mo absolutely refuses to wear it."
Outside of work, Mo Shilin was particularly easy to talk to. Upon hearing this, he immediately raised his hands in surrender and said innocently to He Xun, "Please spare me, I'm about to throw up from wearing suits."
Zhou Xuewei laughed twice: "Too typical STEM guy."
After saying that, she turned to look at He Xun: "Xiao Xunxun, tell me the truth, is our CEO Mo's wardrobe full of boring plaid shirts and T-shirts with the Yuntu logo?"
Upon hearing this, He Xun subconsciously looked at Mo Shilin next to him, who then leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Give me some face since I gave you the blanket on the plane."
His warm breath tickled his ear, and He Xun immediately smiled and turned his head away, saying truthfully, "No, his personal style is quite good."
"Blink if you're being threatened."
"No, really."
After a pleasant dinner, the four of them walked out of the restaurant, where their local driver was already waiting at the door.
After several turns, we arrived at the hotel entrance, and several people got out of the car.
We booked three rooms in total. The reasonable allocation would be one room for Ms. Zhou Xuewei, one room for the boss Mo Shilin, and one room for the workers Li Mu and He Xun.
Unexpectedly, Mo Shilin had his own plans. He picked up the black room key with his index and middle fingers and said, "Assistant Li, is it alright for you to have a room by yourself?"
Li Mu can certainly do it.
That's great!
Living alone is just so great.
He can even video chat with his wife and daughter when he gets back!
Li Mu showed no excitement on his face, but spoke respectfully, "No problem, Mr. Mo."
Since Li Mu had agreed, He Xun couldn't say anything more and could only nod with a forced smile to indicate that he had no objections. Zhou Xuewei and Li Mu quickly left the lobby with their room keys and luggage, leaving He Xun and Mo Shilin looking at each other in bewilderment.
With no outsiders around, He Xun stopped pretending. His smile vanished, and he first glanced at Mo Shilin casually before picking up his room key and heading towards the elevator.
Mo Shilin stared at his little male servant's arrogant back, chuckled, picked up his suitcase, and followed him.
Tick-tock.
He Xun took back the room card, pushed open the door, and turned on the light.
This is a standard suite, with no separate beds; there is only one large bed lying quietly in the center.
In other words, he would be sleeping in the same bed with Mo Shilin tonight.
His gaze slowly shifted to the bedside table, where a box of pink-packaged condoms sat.
hiss......
Why do I have this feeling that something is amiss?
"What are you looking at?" Mo Shilin interrupted his thoughts from behind.
"No." He Xun turned around quickly.
Mo Shilin gave him a disbelieving look, scoffed, and put his hands in his pockets, asking, "Want to go out and play a little longer?"
He Xun glanced at him and joked, "Mr. Mo, is it really okay for us to give each other special treatment like this?"
Mo Shilin smiled and retorted, "You think they won't open?"
hiss.
That makes sense.
Otherwise, why would those two be in such a hurry to go back to their room to put their luggage away?
He Xun was immediately persuaded, put his phone in his pocket, and dragged Mo Shilin out the door.
Both of them chose to walk, and on their way to the market, they inevitably passed through the red-light district.
The narrow alleyway was bathed in an ambiguous, cold red light, and was lined with sex workers with flamboyant makeup.
Most of them were dressed provocatively; bikinis and short skirts were considered quite revealing here. Some even wore only a few silver chains to cover their private parts, to the point that they would have to be censored on television.
Many of the men were transgender, mostly with long, slender limbs, snow-white skin, and long, wavy hair that reached their waists. Their androgynous appearance was indistinguishable from their own, and they gazed at every passing male tourist with a burning, seductive gaze. Some of the bolder ones would approach directly, pressing their soft breasts against Mo Shilin's arm, and winking at him in English, inviting him: "Handsome boy, want to play together."
Mo Shilin withdrew his hand, put his arm around He Xun's shoulder, and explained to him without changing his expression: "Most of the customers here are white."
"You know so much about it?" He Xun glanced at him with a smile. "Handsome boy, have you ever played it?"
"I came here with my classmates out of curiosity when I was in school," Mo Shilin said frankly, staring into his eyes, as if making a vow, "I never mess around."
He Xun turned his head away and snorted softly, "You'd better be."
Mo Shilin leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I've only ever kissed you."
After leaving the alleys of the red-light district, walk a little further and you'll reach a brightly lit market.
The market was packed with tourists like fish in a can, mostly people of Asian and Caucasian descent. Mo Shilin put his arm around He Xun's shoulder even tighter.
The market was almost entirely filled with food stalls, and the aroma of stir-fried rice noodles and charcoal-grilled seafood tempted the taste buds. He Xun, who had just finished dinner, shamefully swallowed.
"Are you hungry?" Mo Shilin asked, looking down at him.
"No."
No sooner had she finished speaking than her stomach rumbled.
"......"
Mo Shilin laughed out loud without any politeness, and He Xun's face flushed. He angrily poked Mo Shilin's waist.
After he finished laughing, Mo Shilin grabbed his wrist and slid his other hand down to knead his belly, whispering, "Wait, I'll feed it right away."
He Xun: "......." I suspect you're making a suggestive joke, but I have no proof!
When Mo Shilin returned, he had an oyster omelet in his hand, its aroma spiraling upwards. He handed it to He Xun and asked him if he wanted some juice.
"The juices in Thailand are all freshly squeezed, and you can choose the fruit."
"good."
He Xun chose apples and passion fruit, while Mo Shilin chose oranges.
Thai fruits are truly unbeatable—fresh, pure, and not overly sweet. Before long, He Xun had downed more than half of his juice.
Mo Shilin was very happy to feed him, and then bought him fried rice noodles and fish cakes, sprinkled with crushed peanuts and lemon juice, which were sweet and sour.
"I can't eat anymore, I'm too full."
After finishing the last bite of noodles, He Xun patted his round belly and sighed.
Mo Shilin also touched his stomach, his palm stroking back and forth intimately, his eyes much deeper than before: "You can eat quite a lot."
"I hope we can eat even bigger ones in the future."
He Xun: ?
Hello, are you sure you're talking about food?
After strolling around, the two of them drank juice and walked back side by side.
Perhaps not wanting to be groped again, Mo Shilin deliberately led him around the red-light district and onto another side street.
"It's a pity Phuket is too far away, it takes more than ten hours by car, otherwise I would definitely go there." He Xun said regretfully as he walked.
"Want to go?" Mo Shilin glanced sideways.
He Xun paused. He knew from his conversation with Assistant Li how tight Mo Shilin's schedule was, and he was afraid that Mo Shilin would take this to heart and it would affect his work. He quickly waved his hand and said, "I don't want to. I was just saying."
But perhaps lying really does have consequences. As soon as He Xun finished speaking, a person suddenly darted out from the dark corner to his left and headed straight for him and Mo Shilin!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com