"Your Majesty!" Jian Yang grabbed the soft quilt and suddenly sat up from the bed.
The lights around her were dim, but the soft warmth of the silk quilt on her body was real. She was not in the cold, hard floor of the Xianyang Palace.
Jian Yang touched her neck with a lingering fear. A dream that had her sweating profusely. Some things seemed to have left her, yet they had never left.
A beam of streetlight light shone through the slightly gaping curtains. Jian Yang rubbed her temples, feeling the glare. She walked to the window again, ready to close it completely. Just then, she spotted a black Land Rover parked securely outside the apartment building.
Mo Cishu was leaning against the car in his uniform, holding a coin between his fingers, spinning and tumbling it, playing with it in various ways.
The light from the street lamp hit the coin, transforming it into a stream of light. As he manipulated the coin in ever-changing patterns, the light also swirled around in his hand. The coin spun and flew, as if it had grown wings on his hand.
His movements invisibly overlapped with those of a young man in Jian Yang's memory.
Song Ke also liked to play with copper coins in this way.
The night did not let her fall back into the shackles of the great cause, but Mo Cishu made everything more real.
Mo Cishu lowered his head, with most of his face shrouded in darkness. His facial expression was almost invisible, but the movements of his hands maintained a steady speed, constantly changing patterns.
His pace was even, indicating that he was calm, just like the night.
Jian Yang was stunned. He didn't leave?
wrong.
Look at the Land Rover behind him. He didn't drive it back. He drove back after leaving.
Jian Yang glanced at the time. It was already four in the morning. Dawn hadn't yet broken, and the distant pale sky was still overshadowed by the pitch-black night. How long had Mo Cishu been standing here?
She gathered up a piece of clothing, threw it on, and then scurried down the stairs in her slippers, opening the door to her apartment.
The cold air outside made her shiver, and she shuddered as she spoke.
Mo Cishu paused with the coin in his hand. He looked up at Jian Yang in front of him in surprise, "You're not asleep?"
"Are you having a nightmare?" Mo Cishu put away the coins and came over. He naturally took her hands, which she had been rubbing repeatedly, and held them in his palms to warm them up.
Jian Yang said, "No, I'm just thirsty and woke up." She looked up at Mo Cishu's deep eyes and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"
Mo Cishu said in a deep voice, "Boss Kang is a cunning man. I don't trust him. What if he promises me over the phone that he won't pursue the matter, but ends up causing trouble for you in private? I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up."
Having been tricked into leaving before, he dared not slack off on Jian Yang's matter again.
Of course, he could ask someone else to guard it, but as for Jian Yang, he still wanted to take care of it himself.
Now that things have come to this, Jian Yang has to ask some questions. "Boss Kang, who is it?"
She didn't directly express her curiosity about what Mo Cishu had said on the phone last night, but instead used Zhao Xiaoyun as a starting point. "I heard from Zhao Xiaoyun that even the police don't dare to enter K2 casually. Why are you also on guard?"
Jian Yang wanted to know, so Mo Cishu told her, "Boss Kang doesn't make a big splash in S City, but he's very famous in K City. He became big and powerful more than a decade ago. Back then, my mother's company had to look up to him in order to grow cautiously. He has many ways to make money, and now the several K2s in S City and other cities are just part of his business. If you have the opportunity to live in K City, you will understand. Boss Kang is the only person in K City who can be called a 'big boss'."
Jian Yang was stunned. Mo Cishu's family background was well-known in K City. It was no wonder that Mo Cishu was cautious about someone who even made his mother give way to him.
Jian Yang: "Since I destroyed his place today, will he extend his claws to S City and use me to establish his authority?"
Mo Cishu patted her head and said, "You can rest assured about this. Boss Kang will always seek revenge, but he usually does it right away. He didn't cause you any trouble tonight, and he probably won't do that again in the future."
Jian Yang felt a little relieved. Looking at Mo Cishu's exhausted expression, she frowned, "It's almost dawn. You haven't slept all night, are you tired?"
Mo Cishu: "Also..."
Having said this, he was stunned and suddenly saw the softness in Jian Yang's eyes.
Mo Cishu: "I'm really tired. I wonder if driving back later will count as fatigue driving, and if there will be an accident."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Jian Yang.
Jian Yang was stunned: "Otherwise... you can sleep here for a while. Anyway, I don't have any work arrangements today, and Sister Ke won't come to see me. If you are busy, you can leave when it's daybreak."
Mo Cishu suddenly smiled: "Oh? How can I be so embarrassed?"
Jian Yang: "You came here because you were worried about me, you don't have to follow me..."
Mo Cishu: "Then I won't be polite."
Having said this, he had already happily walked into Jian Yang's house.
Jian Yang: “!???”
She blinked, as if something was wrong.
She seemed to have been cheated.
Before she could think it over carefully, Mo Cishu came back, took her hand and went into the house with her.
Jian Yang pointed to the rooms on the first floor and said, "I always keep one guest room. Sometimes Sister Ke comes over and sleeps there. You can make do with it today and sleep there."
Mo Cishu: "Where do you sleep?"
Jian Yang pointed upstairs: "Second floor."
Mo Cishu pursed his lips, not knowing what he was thinking, and said, "Don't bother, I'll sleep on the sofa."
He sat down on the sofa. Jian Yang was stunned for a moment before he realized that he didn't want to sleep in the room where Ke Rao usually slept.
Jian Yang: "Okay then. I'll get you a blanket so you can get some rest early."
Mo Cishu frowned and said, "The blanket that Ke Rao sleeps on? I don't need it either."
"..." Jian Yang: "Use mine!"
Mo Cishu: "Okay then."
Jian Yang turned and went upstairs. He really didn't understand why he disliked Ke Rao.
When she came down from upstairs carrying a thick cashmere blanket, Mo Cishu was already asleep on the sofa. Perhaps he was too tired in the past two days, and he fell asleep in less than two minutes after finding a resting place.
God had given Mo Cishu the proportions of a model, and even when he casually lay on the sofa, his posture was more attractive than that of an ordinary person. However, the sofa in her house was too small, so Mo Cishu could only curl up his legs and drape them over the edge.
Jian Yang smiled, walked lightly to Mo Cishu, and covered him with the cashmere blanket.
"good evening."
She squatted beside Mo Cishu and whispered.
After thinking for a while, Jian Yang lowered her head and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
"Sweet dreams," she said.
There is a sweet past in the dream, don’t be like her.
She stood up quietly and walked back upstairs. After she left, Mo Cishu, who was lying on the sofa, smiled with a hint of joy.
"Good night. Sweet dreams." The moment she closed the door, a man's deep voice sounded in the living room.
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