By the time Song Qingmo arrived, it was already dark, and the lights in the banquet were shining brightly. Song Qingmo sneaked into the banquet garden and, as luck would have it, he ran into Xu Fengyi and his father plotting there.
There was another person standing next to him. It was dark, so he couldn't see clearly, but from the shadow, he could vaguely tell that the person was Wen Zhiling.
Song Qingmo curled his lips slightly. It seemed that they had started to act. He was lucky enough to be caught by him on the spot.
Song Qingmo squatted quietly in the bushes, observing their conversation. Suddenly, he understood. Song Qingmo squatted quietly in the bushes, observing their conversation. Vaguely, he understood that they would lead Mu Hengshi to a private room later, and Wen Zhiling would be waiting for Mu Hengshi in the room.
As the figures intertwined, the three people beside him moved. Song Qingmo hurriedly lowered his body, held his breath, and tried to reduce his presence as much as possible.
Xu's father and Xu Feng went in first, leaving Wen Zhiling alone there. Wen Zhiling clenched his fists and secretly vowed that he would become a superior person. Although he was coerced, wasn't it an opportunity?
Just when Wen Zhiling was feeling proud and wanted to walk towards the private room, when he passed by the grass where Song Qingmo was hiding, a hand came out and grabbed him, covering his mouth.
Wen Zhiling was horrified and started struggling. Song Qingmo whispered softly in his ear. Wen Zhiling wanted to shout for help, but Song Qingmo was too strong. He had no choice but to nod and indicate that he would not make any sound.
Song Qingmo let Wen Zhiling go. "I heard what happened just now. I'm here to help you. Don't doubt me. I'll help you conquer him. If you trust me, I'll send him to you after your plan fails. You just need to wait for me on the sidewalk a hundred steps away from the banquet hall."
Wen Zhiling looked at the tightly wrapped black man standing before him with suspicion. Why would he help me? But since he didn't tell the Mu family about this matter and directly take credit for it, there was no need for him to disbelieve him.
"Okay," Wen Zhiling whispered, turning around and walking into the banquet. Song Qingmo also lost interest. After all, staying here was meaningless. He wanted to return to the place where he met Mu Heng in his previous life. Song Qingmo said nothing more. Seeing Wen Zhiling leave, he pulled his hat tighter on his head, crouched down, and sneaked out of the venue.
Mu Hengshi at the banquet was exactly the same as in his previous life, and was sought after by many daughters of famous families, not to mention that he dressed even more ostentatiously in this life than in his previous life.
Just like in his previous life, Song Qingmo didn't come, but Mu Hengshi didn't know. He still stared at the banquet entrance with eager eyes, hoping for a miracle to happen.
It turns out that waiting for someone is so painful. Mu Hengshi felt a sense of inexplicable grievance in his heart. He made concessions today and wanted to agree to Song Qingmo's confession, but he messed it up. Song Qingmo did not come. In the end, it was his own wishful thinking. Song Qingmo felt indescribable discomfort as if his heart was blocked by a ball of cotton. He concealed the loss in his eyes.
The party was filled with handsome men, extraordinary looks, and well-connected families. However, Mu Heng was staring at the only photo of him and Song Qingmo on his phone, and only now did he realize how good-looking the man in the photo was. There was only room for Song Qingmo in his eyes.
Su Muxue had returned. Mu Hengshi stared coldly at her, her provocative gaze radiating towards him. Impatience flickered in his eyes. Su Muxue nodded at the glass of wine. Mu Hengshi, wanting nothing more than to get her out of his sight as quickly as possible, downed the wine without a word. Then, he turned sharply and headed upstairs.
What happened next went on as smoothly as before. Mu Hengshi finally used his body to break open the window and left. He wanted to find the person he had always been thinking about in his heart. This was the only thing that kept his mind clear.
Wen Zhiling looked at Mo Henshi who escaped through the broken window, and combined with what the previous person said, he finally got up, put on his clothes, and went to the place the previous person said.
At this moment, Song Qingmo was bored and poking at the ant nest on the ground. He looked at the time on his phone and wondered why Mu Hengshi hadn't arrived yet. As he was thinking, suddenly, a rustling sound came from the grass. Song Qingmo's eyes flashed, and he knew that Mu Hengshi had arrived.
Mu Hengshi smelled the familiar scent of green bamboo. He came out of the bushes and saw Song Qingmo as expected. Even though Song Qingmo was wearing black clothes and his face could not be seen clearly, he was sure that he would not make a mistake.
The drug's effects washed over his body, urging Mu Hengshi to pounce on the man and possess him. "Song Qingmo, I'm so hot, please help me." Mu Hengshi stretched out his hand in a trance, wanting to touch the face that his hand was gently touching. Song Qingmo was a little surprised that the man didn't pounce on him as impatiently as before. But this did not affect the look in Song Qingmo's eyes when he looked at him. Like a knife, he stood in front of him with cold eyes. This was the young man who had lost his family and died tragically. Now nothing had happened. He could not connect the young Mu Hengshi with the cruel man who had killed him in his previous life.
Song Qingmo was not as calm as he thought. The moment he saw Mu Heng, his body could not help but tremble, half with fear and half with hatred. His finger joints were crackling from being pinched by him. Seeing that Song Qingmo ignored him, Mu Heng leaned forward, took Song Qingmo's hand and put his face against it. Song Qingmo's hand was very cool because of the wind outside just now. Mu Heng felt like he had received a gust of cool breeze in the heat, and the coolness it brought made him linger.
Song Qingmo didn't move. He looked at the man who had pleaded with him before him, not hiding his lust. He couldn't help but think of his past life, when Mu Hengshi had drunkenly shown him a mad look. It was just a bloody, violent, and forced first night. Even so, the person Mu Hengshi was calling out for was still Wen Zhiling, not him. They were wrong from the beginning. Mu Hengshi wanted to avenge Wen Zhiling's fictitious revenge, but why did he sleep with him? Wasn't he disgusted? He didn't know what Mu Hengshi was thinking, but he was tortured to death. The huge humiliation, shame, and physical pain tore at Song Qingmo's soul. Only then did he realize that the first time Mu Hengshi touched him was just a lie to trick him into marrying him and gaining his trust.
Song Qingmo's mind suddenly became muddled as he recalled the past. He stared at Mu Hengshi, his face pressed against his hand, and suddenly, hot-headed, he slapped him. Mu Hengshi's head tilted sideways, and he stared with a look of grievance, like a puppy begging for its owner's happiness. He froze for a moment, then turned his head away. Mu Hengshi didn't understand what he had done wrong.
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