episode 10
"The leader of Yuntu travels to K country and spends the night at a club, engaging in a two-hour passionate encounter with a male idol."
Scroll down to find two blurry photos below the news headline.
The lighting in the scene is a dark purple. A handsome young man in a suit is holding the pink-haired boy's wrist affectionately. The boy's pretty face is timid, his eyes are evasive, and he seems hesitant to speak.
The voyeuristic perspective, the enclosed space, and the intentionally blurred pixels easily stimulate people's curiosity. Combined with headlines as blunt as those from Hong Kong media, regardless of their authenticity, viewers will naturally shroud the people in the photos in a rosy veil.
He Xun glanced at it only once before turning off his phone to avoid seeing it.
These days, paparazzi are really something else.
As an outstanding graduate in journalism, he had to admit that the headline was indeed clever and eye-catching, and he admired the photographer's willingness to take such a risk.
However, it remains to be seen how much of it is true and how much is false.
Although it's hard to tell if it's true or not, no one held a knife to Mo Shilin's neck and forced him to be affectionate with his idol, so it must be true that there was such a thing.
He wasn't too surprised.
Food and sex are human nature, but how many good men are there anyway?
"He Xun".
Mu Xianglu found the back garden, stood on the steps, and waved to him.
He Xun composed himself, put down the showerhead, and strode up the steps, asking, "What's wrong, Aunt Mu?"
The afternoon sun was blinding. Mu Xianglu raised her hand to shield her forehead and handed him the thick roster: "You are meticulous. Tomorrow night, you take a few people to greet guests at the entrance. After we go there today, you should also check the food and drinks at the banquet in advance. Make sure there are no mistakes. Absolutely no one without an invitation should be let in."
This charity gala was hosted by the internet giant YunTu. Mo Shilin chose a pool villa on the coast as the venue and naturally entrusted the task of setting up the venue to his trusted family members.
Mu Xianglu remembered that this was He Xun's first time facing something like this, and she also thought that his appearance was really eye-catching, so she couldn't help but give him an extra instruction: "There will be a lot of people at tomorrow night, so talk less and do more. After you're done, go to the storage room on the third floor and wait there."
The banquet is ostensibly for charity, but in reality, it's an opportunity to network with celebrities from all walks of life. Anyone with a brain knows that tomorrow night's banquet will be packed with popular stars, internet celebrities, and so-called upper-class individuals.
It appears glamorous on the surface, but in reality, it's a mixed bag.
He Xun knew that Aunt Mu meant well, so he nodded in agreement.
*
A leader can casually utter a single sentence, and those below will be swamped with work.
He Xun and the others went to the pool villa with Mu Xianglu a day in advance to set up the venue.
The villa was ridiculously large, and everyone busied themselves cleaning it. Some wiped the windows, some tied balloons, and some arranged flowers. They were busy until evening before they finally had time to eat.
Li Bofeng was ordered by Mo Shilin to prepare dinner for everyone.
That person was never stingy in this regard, ordering cucumber and shrimp, steamed sea bass with egg, roasted chicken wings, eel rice, and even a warming porridge, filling the table to the brim.
At this moment, He Xun suddenly realized the difference between male servants in wealthy families and servants of low status in the general public's perception.
The salary and benefits here are very high, but correspondingly, physical strength, diligence, and quick wit are all indispensable.
Their requirements are far higher than those of ordinary families.
Fearing that the carefully cleaned area would get dirty, Mu Xianglu asked someone to lay a cloth next to the pool.
As the sun set, everyone sat together with their lunchboxes, like a picnic from their school days. Aunt Mu and Uncle Li looked like the head teacher and history teacher.
He Xun was picking at his food with a steaming bowl of eel rice when he glanced at Ji Ruoyang beside him. He was in a calm mood at the moment and had the mind to ask, "Little guy, why do you dislike me?"
Ji Ruoyang, who was suddenly elbowed by He Xun, was so startled that he almost dropped the lunchbox in his hand.
"I... I don't know either, I just had this inexplicable urge to do something bad to you."
The shadow of being threatened last time had not yet dissipated, and he was terrified of He Xun. When he heard He Xun ask him a question, he quickly swallowed a shrimp and stammered out the truth.
He Xun lowered his eyes thoughtfully, having already made his judgment.
It seems that Ji Ruoyang is just a minor cannon fodder character playing the villain in the novel.
No wonder the malice towards him was so inexplicable and utterly unreasonable.
"If you have this urge again, just let it out," he said, deftly unscrewing a bottle of mineral water and taking a sip.
"How...how do I send it?"
He Xun turned his head, smiled maliciously, and suddenly clenched his right fist, smashing it hard towards Ji Ruoyang's face.
Ji Ruoyang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly closed his eyes in fright.
The expected pain and bone fracture did not occur.
He Xun simply brushed his chin lightly, the cool and delicate touch sending a shiver down his spine.
He slowly, blankly opened his eyes.
"That's it, keep boxing."
Under the setting sun, He Xun smiled at him, a hint of cunning in his dark eyes, and his whole being exuded the spiritedness unique to young people.
For some reason, Ji Ruoyang's face suddenly turned red.
*
Night fell, the moon hung high, and all was quiet.
The waves, carried by the wind, crashed onto the shore. The sound of the waves struck the walls of the villa and then immediately disappeared. The faint sound of the water made the villa standing by the sea resemble an ancient castle from an old fairy tale.
After washing up, He Xun took his usual walk in the back garden.
Tomorrow is the day of the banquet, so for convenience, everyone will stay nearby after dinner.
Anyway, it's Mo Shilin's territory, so it's not considered overstepping his bounds.
However, this place is rarely maintained, and the flowers don't bloom as beautifully as those at Mo Shilin's house.
He thought about it casually.
—On the other side of the garden, the villa's owner was standing next to a swing covered with Icelandic poppies, making a phone call.
"How's the investigation going?"
Mo Shilin asked in a cold voice.
On the other end of the phone, Li Mu respectfully replied, "Mr. Mo, the one that released the photos is a third-rate tabloid. The paparazzi had scouted the location beforehand and infiltrated the area."
"Go check again."
A night breeze rustled through the lush foliage.
Mo Shilin scoffed coldly, a mocking smile playing on his thin lips. "Let's see if they have someone behind them. These days, there are few people who would rather die than have money."
"Yes, Mr. Mo."
After hanging up the phone, Mo Shilin glanced coldly at the black fence surrounding the garden, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth with an inscrutable expression.
Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in my line of sight.
His young male servant looked like he had just finished washing up; water droplets were still dripping from the ends of his dark hair. He was wearing a white T-shirt with dark blue lettering, his hands in his pockets, his expressionless face silent and indifferent, like the moon in the sky.
Mo Shilin narrowed his phoenix eyes, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and a hint of a smile appeared in his cool eyes: "Long time no see. I was in a hurry this time and didn't bring you a gift."
He Xun paused for a moment upon hearing this, clearly not expecting to run into him here.
Mo Shilin wore a light brown Maillard jacket today, his hair was unkempt and fell naturally, giving him an air of being between a young man and a mature man, which made him even more charming under the cold moonlight.
It was rare for He Xun to see him in casual clothes, so he couldn't help but linger his gaze on him for a couple of seconds before looking away and saying somewhat coldly, "Do you bring gifts for the servants every time you come back from outside?"
"No." Mo Shilin chuckled softly, then asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"
As she spoke, she raised her hand to remove the fallen leaves from his head, but He Xun dodged her without making a sound.
"That's not true."
He Xun gave a perfunctory smile, his two sharp canine teeth peeking out playfully before quickly disappearing.
Mo Shilin stared at him for a few seconds before withdrawing his hand: "Have you seen the news?"
"What do you mean?" He Xun asked calmly, feigning ignorance.
"For the sake of my image in your eyes in the future, I think it's necessary to clarify something." Mo Shilin suddenly pulled him close to the waist and whispered in his ear, "I didn't do anything in there, do you believe me?"
He Xun was almost completely encircled in his arms.
As their bodies touch, the scents of the woody perfume and lavender shower gel intertwine quickly, like jellyfish in the sea, gradually giving rise to another unique aroma.
He didn't struggle, turned his head to the side, and said coldly, "If you say no, then no."
"Also, please don't lay a hand on the servants."
Mo Shilin immediately released his hand, his expression calm: "I'm sorry, I just thought you were standing too far away and I was afraid you couldn't hear me."
No sooner had the words left her mouth than Aunt Mu's voice drifted over from not far away.
"Shilin, the gentleman called me."
The two turned their heads away at the same time, and a barely perceptible look of disgust flashed across Mo Shilin's face.
"Young Master Mo, Aunt Mu, I'll head back now."
He Xun spoke first.
Mu Xianglu glanced at him, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
After He Xun's figure disappeared into the distance, she turned around and handed him her phone: "He's probably asking about your affairs in K country."
Mo Shilin nonchalantly took the incessantly ringing phone, then pressed the hang-up button and handed it back to Mu Xianglu.
Mu Xianglu was speechless for a moment, then sighed deeply and said, "Shilin, Aunt Mu knows you don't care much about this, but he's still just a servant. What if the master and mistress find out you're getting too close to him—"
"Aunt Mu."
Mo Shilin interrupted her directly, smiling good-naturedly, but there was no smile in his eyes. "It's the 21st century, can't I even decide for myself who I associate with?"
*
The next day, at 7 p.m.
The seaside villas were brightly lit, with soothing music and the aroma of wine wafting through the air. A light blue fountain stood in the center, splashing water and dazzling the eye.
All sorts of luxury cars sped past the gate and headed to the parking lot, a gathering of celebrities.
The villa's servants all changed into matching white shirts and black trousers tonight, and wore expensive floral gold gemstone brooches that glittered under the bright lights.
He Xun, as instructed by Mu Xianglu, led Ji Ruoyang and two others to greet the guests at the entrance and collect the invitations.
Aside from popular celebrities, second-generation rich kids, and entrepreneurs, YunTu, as usual, invited a lot of internet celebrities and influencers this year.
The original protagonist, Qin Zhuo, is one of them, and he is accompanied by Jian Ye.
Jian Ye recognized He Xun from afar and ran over to give him a bear hug: "Brother Xun! You're here too?"
Before He Xun could even speak, she excitedly shared her recent good news with him: "My followers have recently increased to 500,000! Isn't that amazing!"
He Xun nodded and patted Jian Ye's back like he was coaxing a child: "You're amazing! Keep up the good work, you can grow even more in the future."
At the same time, Qin Zhuo walked over unhurriedly, stopped, and gave He Xun a cold look.
"Brother Xun, let me introduce you. This is Qin Zhuo, a very famous game streamer in our company."
Jian Ye glanced at Qin Zhuo, and a hint of annoyance appeared on her pretty face, but she still kept a straight face as she introduced him to He Xun.
He Xun then turned his gaze to Qin Zhuo.
Unlike the others tonight who were fully armed as if they were wearing their entire fortune on their sleeves, the other person was simply wearing a hoodie and casual pants.
Even so, it couldn't hide his outrageously handsome face.
It's a very typical face of a novel protagonist.
It's fantastical and unreal, yet it perfectly aligns with the public's fantasies.
"Hello."
He Xun smiled politely.
Qin Zhuo nodded indifferently as a greeting, handed him the invitation, and then took Jian Ye's hand: "Let's go."
Jian Ye, however, slipped away from his hand like a slippery eel, turned her head away and said irritably, "You go first, I'll go in by myself in a bit."
"Stop making a scene, haven't you caused enough trouble at home yet?" Qin Zhuo finally turned cold.
"I'm making a scene? How is it me making a scene?" Jian Ye suddenly turned her head, her tone indignant, demanding that He Xun uphold justice for her. "Brother Xun, you be the judge, whose fault is this!"
He Xun stretched out his long arm and handed the invitation to Ji Ruoyang, then turned around and put his arm around Jian Ye's shoulder reassuringly. His eyes darted back and forth between Jian Ye and Qin Zhuo a few times before he raised an eyebrow and said, "What's wrong? Tell me."
Jian Ye dropped a bombshell with confidence: "Brother Zhuo insists on wearing a condom when we sleep together!"
"......"
Mo Shilin.
you.
There really is no chance anymore.
He Xun silently rubbed his forehead.
Qin Zhuo's handsome face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he said something shocking: "You'll get sick if I don't wear it, do you know that?"
"But I like you, I just want to be with you completely! I'm not afraid of getting sick!"
He Xun: "......"
Ji Ruoyang, who was standing aside intending to quietly watch the drama unfold: !!
"you......"
Before the next car door opened, He Xun quickly interrupted the cunning gay man's inappropriate 19+ topic, and forced Jian Ye and Qin Zhuo to come in: "It's not worth arguing over such a small thing. You two go in and talk it out. I'm busy here. We'll talk later."
"Okay." Jian Ye pouted her little mouth in grievance, waved to He Xun, and looked reluctant to leave. "Then Brother Xun, come back to play with me later."
"good."
Turning his head, Ji Ruoyang clutched the wine-red invitation with gold trim in both hands, the shock still lingering in his eyes, as if he were still immersed in the thunder he had just witnessed.
He Xun suppressed a laugh, not caring about the psychological trauma inflicted on the straight-laced Ji Ruoyang, and solemnly greeted the next guest.
Soon, the extended black luxury car slowly came to a stop, the door opened, and the first person to get out was a slightly overweight middle-aged man in a suit.
Entrepreneurs, please.
He Xun gave a sarcastic sneer.
Next to get off the bus was a handsome young man.
The boy was pale and thin. Even the well-tailored formal suits looked loose on him, like a child wearing adult clothes.
As soon as the boy got off the bus, the man leaned close to him with an intimate expression and whispered a few words in his ear before putting his arm around the boy's slender waist and walking over.
Upon closer inspection, He Xun noticed that the boy's lips were purplish, and his delicate makeup couldn't conceal his frailty, making him appear like a fragile piece of paper.
Are you sick?
"I'll go sign it."
The boy broke free from the man's hand and walked shakily to He Xun. But as soon as he grasped the pen, he lost his strength and fell straight to the side.
He Xun quickly steadied him, saying, "Be careful."
The boy slumped into He Xun's arms, a flicker of pain crossing his face. He gasped for breath for a moment before staggering back a few steps and saying, "Thank you, I'm fine."
His voice was hoarse, as if it had been cut with a knife and then soaked in strong liquor.
He Xun frowned subconsciously, lowering his gaze to examine the other person.
The other person happened to be half a head shorter than him, and he could clearly see a distinct ligature mark around the boy's fair neck.
Noticing his gaze, the boy lowered his eyes, tugged at his suit jacket in an attempt to cover up his misunderstanding, and turned back to the man's side.
As the two figures walked away into the distance, He Xun finally looked away and asked Ji Ruoyang, seemingly casually, "Who was that minor celebrity just now? Do you know her?"
"It looks familiar, let me think..."
Ji Ruoyang scratched the back of his head while taking out his phone and opening a search engine. "It seems to be a popular web drama actress recently. What's her name again? Let me check. Oh, I found it. Her name is Ding Xiabing. She's only 22 years old this year. So young. She probably hasn't graduated from university yet."
"Although I haven't seen his dramas, I do recognize the guy next to him."
"Who?" He Xun's eyes sharpened.
Ji Ruoyang, with a gossipy look on his face, said, "Our young master Mo's uncle, Mo Wenjin."
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