episode 3
Their gazes focused on the piece of fabric, and the air suddenly became subtly tense.
He Xun's vision went black.
Mo Shilin looked up at him, his tone playful: "Are you a pervert?"
"......"
Peeping at someone's underwear?
"......"
He Xun's ears and neck turned bright red at a visible speed: "No, I was just organizing the wardrobe."
He tossed the underwear back into the closet as if it were a hot potato, and lied through his teeth: "Young Master Mo, I've checked it. Your underwear is pilling. Don't wear it anymore."
"......"
Mo Shilin stared at the brand-new label on the underwear for a moment in silence. He was about to say something more, but when he met He Xun's unusually serious yet unusually rosy face, he ultimately said nothing. He just smiled playfully, pulled out the suit he was going to wear today, walked to the bench at the foot of the bed, and began to change.
He Xun pretended to be calm and closed the wardrobe door, but his soul had already wandered off for a while.
Admittedly, there aren't many fussy rules between two grown men. When the mood strikes, there are plenty of men who would compete with each other in the bathroom. Although He Xun never competes with others, it's only on the premise that the two people are very familiar with each other. If we're being strict, he and Mo Shilin only had their first close contact since last night.
Of course, it wasn't really a big deal, but He Xun felt that for no reason at all, a pebble had been thrown into his tranquil river, creating a small ripple and making him feel awkward.
Moreover, what if Mo Shilin really thinks he's a pervert?
He's a proper male servant!
He Xun stood in front of the wardrobe for a while to cool off before he finally came to his senses. He then pulled out a blue tie that matched Mo Shilin's suit and walked over.
Mo Shilin had already changed into a suit and sat casually in a chair with his legs spread apart, giving He Xun room to stand.
He Xun stood between his legs, then lowered his eyes, put the tie around the other man's neck, and neatly tied a standard double knot.
Mo Shilin glanced at his pinkish finger joints, as if noticing them for the first time, and looked into his eyes, saying, "Your hands are very white."
He Xun paused, finding the topic odd, but still politely replied, "You're not dark-skinned either."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and smoothed out the tie he had just tied: "All done."
"Thanks."
He was so polite, it was almost unbelievable for an internet company founder.
He Xun's heart stirred slightly, but he couldn't help but ask, "What kind of books do you usually read?"
That damn gossip-loving soul of his.
"I haven't seen much."
Mo Shilin stood up, reached out and tugged at his tie, his brow furrowing slightly as if he were somewhat displeased, or perhaps trying to change the subject, "Could you please stop with the formal 'you'? I've only just turned 29 this year."
"I can't break this rule." He Xun didn't like flattering others, but he still answered cautiously.
Mo Shilin chuckled, took a few steps closer, and stared aggressively into his eyes: "Rules are rigid, but people are flexible."
Ke Hexun didn't move an inch, calmly meeting his gaze. His dark pupils were undisturbed, revealing an unspeakable stubbornness.
He Xun was surprised that Mo Shilin would actually raise his hand to admit defeat. His handsome face showed a helpless expression: "I won't say anything in front of others, but in private when it's just the two of us, can you please stop calling me that? According to the 'Medium and Long-Term Youth Development Plan' issued by our country, the age range of youth is 14-35 years old. You keep calling me 'old man,' people who don't know better will think I'm an old man."
Having said that, He Xun had no choice but to back down: "Alright."
"May I have your name?"
"He Xun".
"Which two characters?" Mo Shilin naturally stretched out his hand, gesturing for him to write them down.
He Xun hesitated for a second before gesturing with his index finger in Mo Shilin's palm.
"Truly beautiful and unique," Mo Shilin commented. "It sounds wonderful."
They're quite cultured.
"Thank you." He Xun gave a forced smile, withdrew his hand, and turned around to fold the towel.
"He Xun, have you ever thought about what the meaning of life is?"
The man's voice drifted over from behind again.
He Xun paused, draped the towel over the edge of the basin, turned around and said, "You—you should read some philosophy."
Even though he has countless insights on this, he still understands the workplace taboo of "not easily confiding in the boss".
Mo Shilin raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Are you mocking me for not being well-educated?"
"I wouldn't dare." He Xun smiled gently, subtly changing the subject, "With your status—I mean, would you even consider these things?"
To say that Mo Shilin's status is that of a superior person might be an exaggeration, but it's not far off.
In his understanding, or rather, among the people he had dealt with, 99% of those with Mo Shilin's status would never waste their time pondering such profound questions.
Mo Shilin gave an ambiguous answer: "I don't know, but you're the first person to talk to me like that."
That's a vague statement.
He Xun looked up in confusion, but Mo Shilin had already distanced himself from him and put on a pair of blue gemstone cufflinks: "You can go now."
He Xun was speechless, somewhat surprised by how quickly this person changed his expression. However, since the other party was the boss, he didn't care much about such things.
As luck would have it, just as He Xun was carrying the basin of water out, Mu Xianglu pushed the door open and came in.
He greeted her, and Mu Xianglu nodded slightly to him. Then, she gracefully held the door open for him until he stepped outside, before letting go and saying to the inside, "Shilin, breakfast is ready."
He Xun caught a glimpse of Mo Shilin giving a curt nod, indicating that he understood.
He turned around thoughtfully and went downstairs.
*
Logically, He Xun could have gone straight to his room to rest after cleaning the third floor, but unfortunately, he made eye contact with the housekeeper, Uncle Li, as soon as he stepped down the stairs.
Li Bochong smiled kindly.
He Xun could clearly read a sinister implication in those kind eyes: "Young man, I'll be right here waiting to see if you have any sense of propriety."
Two seconds later, He Xun smiled and quickly turned his foot, which was originally heading towards the servants' room, and walked towards the kitchen with gritted teeth.
As the last plate was served, Mo Shilin came down from upstairs and took his seat.
Mu Xianglu and Li Bojun stood aside, seemingly ready to serve him, which put He Xun in a difficult position, unsure whether to leave or stay.
After a series of internal struggles and drawing on effective workplace experience, He Xun finally took a deep breath and chose to stand aside for the time being, waiting until no one was paying attention before making his move.
Breakfast was Western-style. After sitting down, Mo Shilin only ate a few bites of fried eggs and toast before putting down his knife and fork.
Seeing this, Uncle Li asked, seemingly as usual, "Young Master, are you working overtime today?"
Mo Shilin wiped his mouth with a tissue, glanced at his watch, and said casually, "There's a tricky news story that needs public relations. I won't be back tonight, so don't bother inviting me to dinner."
News, public relations.
In a flash, He Xun suddenly remembered the news he had seen last night—Yuntu...Yuntu...Isn't that Mo Shilin's company?
He wondered if there was some kind of bug in the world, because he hadn't thought of that last night.
For some reason, He Xun felt inexplicably irritable, his right hand constantly rubbing the plain ring on the base of his left finger.
“Okay, then I’ll arrange a servant for you,” Uncle Li said quickly.
Mo Shilin remained noncommittal, his face expressionless, making it impossible to discern his mood.
“Then let’s make the arrangements—” Mu Xianglu tacitly followed up on Li Bo’s words, while slowly glancing around at the people around her.
He Xun's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously turned around.
But Mu Xianglu wouldn't let him have his way. She grabbed He Xun by the back of the neck and smiled brightly, "Several people have taken the day off today, so I'll leave it to He Xun."
"......"
It's not hard work.
My life is miserable.
He Xun, who wanted to slap himself for not finding a chance to slip away, put on a dignified and proper smile: "Okay, I'll go get my phone."
That's bullshit.
He turned around, his face immediately fell, and he strode towards his room with a blank expression.
He Xun didn't really want to have too much unforeseen contact with Mo Shilin.
If it weren't for Mo Shilin's excellent public relations skills and the fact that there weren't any messy conflicts of interest between them at the moment, he probably wouldn't have had any conversations with someone of Mo Shilin's status outside of work.
It wasn't that he felt he had nothing in common with the other person, but rather that he disdained talking to such a person. This wasn't directed at Mo Shilin, but rather an instinctive aversion he felt towards all people of that kind.
He believed that if Mo Shilin had a sufficient understanding of his past professional experience, he would also treat him coldly, or even wish he could get rid of him as soon as possible.
—Well, let's just take it one step at a time.
He Xun rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.
Since everything was fine with the other party, he naturally couldn't treat them with preconceived notions. After all, his current job was still Mo Shilin's servant.
After thinking it over, he put his phone in his pocket and went out to ask Mo Shilin if he could change into casual clothes before going out.
When he came out, Mo Shilin was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, replying to his phone messages. His long, crossed legs were quite eye-catching. When he heard his question, he nodded very politely and said, "Sure, do whatever is convenient for you."
Without hesitation, He Xun turned around, went back to his room, and quickly changed his clothes.
Considering that he was going to spend the day at Mo Shilin's company, his attire couldn't be too casual given the business atmosphere.
Loose-fitting, youthful casual wear is a no-go; the only items in his wardrobe—a white shirt and black work trousers—are his best choices.
The shirt was neatly tucked into the trousers, accentuating the slender waist, and the legs wrapped in the suit fabric looked excessively long.
After He Xun came out, Mo Shilin's gaze lingered on him for a long time before he raised an eyebrow and said, "If you don't have a tie, your black choker can be used instead."
Tsk, that really reveals your sexual preferences.
This was He Xun's first thought, but he held back. Given his current status, he certainly couldn't respond to Mo Shilin's somewhat malicious suggestion in this way.
He's a proper male servant.
“I think black suits Mo Shao better.” He curled his lips and threw the words back at Mo Shilin.
Mo Shilin seemed to have anticipated that he would deflect the attack with a light touch, so he didn't say anything more, just smiled and said, "Let's go then."
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