This meal was a real torture for Xuan Ming.
On the one hand, he wanted to eat faster so that Curly wouldn't have to wait too long, because the other's long legs would occasionally rub against his calves, and then press against his burning skin, as if teasing him.
On the other hand, the little curly-haired boy sat opposite him, sometimes smiling cunningly, sometimes smiling cutely, which made him stare in amazement if he wasn't careful.
He wanted time to pass faster, but also wanted it to pass slower. The satisfaction of his soul and the desire of his body were pulling at both ends of his mind.
Fortunately, no matter how conflicted he was, he would always finish his meal.
At 9:30 in the evening, Zhuang Li looked at the phone on the table and suggested, "Let's go after we finish eating."
"Okay!" Xuan Ming immediately took off his napkin and snapped his fingers at the waiter impatiently.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Zhuang Li bowed and left, pressing his right hand on his shirt pocket, where there was a small bottle of gel cream.
"You go, I'll wait for you here." Xuan Ming handed the credit card to the waiter who came to pay the bill, and then drank the remaining half bottle of red wine in one breath.
Normally he wouldn't have much of a reaction after drinking a few pounds of liquor, but today he felt dizzy.
His boiling blood sent his brain into a frenzy. He held his forehead and pondered: Where to go next? A hotel? What should men do with each other? Should I buy a small umbrella?
As he thought about this, his ears became hot and his heart beat faster and faster.
He pulled out his phone, ready to search Baidu for information on the subject, but his eager eyes froze at that moment. He had just seen Curly's figure on the news page pushed by Baidu.
He was wearing a wrinkled suit and had messy hair. He was half lying on the railing of the rooftop of a high-rise building, with a terrified expression on his pale face, like a small animal cornered by a hunter's gun.
His disheveled appearance formed a stark contrast with today's brightness.
Xuan Ming quickly read the title, and all the beautiful thoughts in his mind disappeared completely in an instant.
A young man's failed business venture left him with a massive 180 million yuan debt, leaving him desperate and ultimately jumping off a building. This was the news report describing Curly Hair, a line of cold, yet concealing so much despair and pain.
For any ordinary person, a debt of 180 million yuan would be enough to ruin their lives. For the rest of their lives, they would have no present, no future, and no hope. Every day, every hour, every moment, they would be oppressed by the word "debt repayment" to the point of suffocation.
No wonder Curly chose this path of depravity; he was driven to despair. Fortunately, he chose me and not someone else. Fortunately, he didn't do anything to harm himself.
The belated fear made Xuan Ming break out in cold sweat. He couldn't imagine how much pressure and fear was hidden in his heart when the little curly-haired boy smiled brightly at him.
There was no way he could bring Curly to bed at this time and expose her to greater harm.
On the other side, Zhuang Li repeatedly ruffled his curly hair in front of the mirror, humming a cheerful tune. The tune didn't have overly complicated lyrics, just one sentence repeated, "M500, M500, my favorite M500..."
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The host really explained the principle of "food, sex and human nature" vividly.
After turning left and right in front of the mirror to make sure he looked glowingly handsome, Zhuang Li hid the small bottle of gel cream in his shirt pocket and walked out with an elegant step.
But he didn't expect that just as he reached the table, Xuan Ming stood up, gently supported his shoulders, and said cautiously: "Let's go, I'll take you home first. I drank a little red wine today, I should be able to get a good sleep."
Zhuang Li opened his fox eyes wide and looked over in disbelief.
Xuan Ming whispered in his ear, "Don't be nervous. I don't regret it. I just think you should have a good rest recently."
"I feel like I'm in good shape and don't need to rest." Zhuang Li forced a smile.
"No, you need to. Don't push yourself too hard, just relax." Xuan Ming gently stroked the little curly-haired boy's stiff back, his heart overflowing with love and heartache.
If he hadn't happened to see the news, he wouldn't have known that the other person was so close to death. If the police hadn't arrived in time, would he not have seen this person now?
Thinking of this, Xuan Ming's heart ached for a moment, and then he took the little curly-haired boy out of the restaurant in a tough attitude, stuffed him into his luxury car, and asked the driver to take him back.
Zhuang Li: "..."
Is this big idiot having a brain short circuit?
On the way, Xuan Ming didn't ask about Curly's bankruptcy. He knew it was a bloody wound, a wound he couldn't touch. The pain would be excruciating. What man would jump from a building unless he was driven to despair? What man would sell his body?
So he just gently held the little curly-haired boy in his arms, patted his back over and over again without getting tired of it, and put his lips on his smooth forehead, trying to give him some comfort.
Zhuang Li felt like he had turned into a newborn baby: "..."
He had no idea what his lover was thinking. Hadn't she been so aroused during dinner that she even pulled out her gun? Why was she now a nanny overflowing with maternal love?
The car arrived at its destination quickly.
Xuan Ming stuck his head out of the car window, looked at the dirty and messy environment around him and the dilapidated apartment building standing not far away, and his heart ached again.
"I have a villa that's still available. I'll bring the keys tomorrow and help you move. Go back and have a good sleep. Don't think about anything." He hugged the little curly-haired girl tightly in his arms, tangling his fingers in her hair and gently stroking her scalp. He said tenderly, "Don't let your thoughts get so bad. I'll help you carry your burden. Everything will be fine."
Stop thinking about it? Zhuang Li grasped this key point and suddenly understood everything.
He first leaned on his lover's broad shoulders and laughed silently, but as he laughed, his eyes became red, his nose became sore, and his voice became hoarse.
How could this big guy be so stupid! He could spit out the meat in his mouth, yet he still had the mood to worry about whether the meat would be unhappy.
"I heard that your condition is not very good now. You help me carry my burden, but who will help you carry your burden?" Zhuang Li sighed in his ear.
Xuan Ming was silent for a moment, then said carefully, "Don't worry about these things. I will take care of them. A lean camel is bigger than a horse. No matter how poor I am, I can always give you a stable life. Go home, have a good sleep, don't worry about anything, I will take care of everything."
He caressed the person in his arms lovingly, and kissed the other's hair gently with his lips over and over again.
"Then I'll go back." Zhuang Li climbed out of his lover's arms, opened the car door, and said cautiously: "You know, you don't have to worry about anything, because you have me." After he finished speaking, he suddenly leaned his head over and bit his lover's thin lips.
It was a hasty, fierce kiss, smelling of blood.
When Xuan Ming came to his senses, the little curly-haired boy had already disappeared into the dim corridor, leaving behind only a small bloody tooth mark at the corner of his lip.
Xuan Ming touched the tooth mark, and a slight stinging sensation immediately came over him, but an incredibly strong sweetness filled his heart.
These days were indeed very difficult to endure, and the immense pressure almost made him collapse. But the arrival of Curly was like the sun breaking through the dark clouds in winter, warming him from head to toe.
He stared at the apartment building where Curly lived for a long time and laughed dumbly.
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When Zhuang Li returned home, Zhuang Dahai and Chang Hui were arguing. The reason was that Zhuang Dahai sold his only two remaining houses, and at a low price, to raise eight million to pay off his son's debts.
"Divorce! Divorce! I can't live like this anymore! Zhuang Dahai, are you even a human being? Don't you consider the future of Dongming and me? You only have your son in your heart and don't consider us as a family at all! I'm telling you, I'm not your free babysitter! I won't serve you anymore! I want to divorce you! You have to give me at least five million of the eight million!"
Chang Hui jumped and roared.
Even a big and strong man like Chang Dongming couldn't control her. He could only patiently persuade her not to be angry, and said magnanimously that the money was originally Uncle Zhuang's premarital property and had nothing to do with them, mother and son.
It’s a pity that Chang Hui couldn’t listen to anything.
There were several bloody scratches on Zhuang Dahai's face. When he saw his son coming back, he immediately stuffed a bank card into his hand and said quickly: "Son, take it quickly. This is eight million. The password is your birthday. Take the card to the company tomorrow and pay off the debt." After saying that, he pushed the son into the bedroom and closed the door from the outside.
"Open the door and let Manager Zhuang out! Zhuang Dahai, let me tell you, I also have a share of this money, and I want to sue you!" Chang Hui's sharp voice came from outside.
Zhuang Lixiang opened the door, but heard a slight click. It turned out that Zhuang Dahai had locked the door with the key.
In order to help him pay off his debts, his old father sold his house, broke up his family, and gave up his peaceful old age. Is it really worth it?
Why can human love be so selfless and great?
Thinking of Xuan Ming, who was also willing to give everything for him, Zhuang Li lay down on the bed, covered his eyes and laughed softly.
Now he was really glad that he had chosen to continue traveling for fun. Otherwise, he would not have been able to see the wider universe and the treasures hidden in it.
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The next day, Zhuang Li just woke up and received a text message from Xuan Ming, saying that he would wait for him at his company and help solve the debt problem.
It's rare to find such a generous and positive sponsor.
Chang Dongming went to work. Zhuang Dahai and Chang Hui sat at the two ends of the dining table, one on each side, looking at each other as if they were enemies.
As soon as Zhuang Li came out, Zhuang Dahai smiled lovingly and pushed a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge to his son. He said softly, "Breakfast is ready, come and eat. Dad will go to the market to buy pork elbows later. We will have braised pork elbows today."
Familiar words, familiar smiling faces, familiar dishes, all of these blend into the taste of home.
Zhuang Li immediately smiled and said, "Okay, thank you, Dad."
"You can hardly have your meal, and you're still eating pork elbow." Chang Hui sneered sarcastically.
Zhuang Dahai glared at her fiercely, wanting her to say less.
Zhuang Li waved his hand nonchalantly, "As long as I'm here, this family can still hold on. Chang Dongming lent me the one million. Aunt Chang, if you want to take it back, you can come to my company at 9:30."
Chang Hui knew that she had no share of the eight million because all the houses were in Zhuang Li's name and were private property, and had nothing to do with her as his stepmother.
She made such a big fuss last night just to see if there was any advantage she could take, but the one million her son lent to Zhuang Li was real money and she had to get it back!
"If you don't pay me back, I'll find someone to smash your crappy company! Zhuang Dahai, bring your marriage certificate and household registration book with you after breakfast. I want to divorce you!" Chang Hui put down the bowl with a bang and said angrily.
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