Chapter 19
December 31st, Mo Yousen will never forget this day.
The sky was slightly bright in the early morning, the night faded away like a veil, and the morning light rose quietly into the sky like a thread. Yan Yuheng hummed a tune and drove the Range Rover given to him by Mo Yousen to the Mo family to pick someone up.
"Xiao Yan, you're here too early. Xiao Sen is still asleep!" The gardener was watering the vegetables and newly planted flower seeds in the garden. Seeing Yan Yuheng coming over, he greeted him with a smile, "Madam is still resting in her room. You should go to Xiao Sen's room and take a nap first."
Yan Yuheng nodded politely and walked straight across the yard into the living room. He lightly pressed the third floor button in the elevator.
Yan Yuheng, wearing a long black down jacket, was slowly turning the doorknob at the door of Mo Yousen's room. The floor light in the corridor shone on Yan Yuheng, and he could see a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He turned the doorknob down little by little and quietly opened the door.
As soon as Yan Yuheng entered the room, he saw the messy clothes scattered on the floor. He tiptoed around the clothes, stood by the bed, took off his down jacket, and revealed a thin white sweatshirt underneath.
Mo Yousen was lying on his back on the bed with the back of his head buried in the pillow, headphones on his ears, his hands folded on his lower abdomen, and his legs casually placed in the quilt.
Yan Yuheng sighed softly, walked to the bedside, gently took the headphones off his head, and lay down beside him quietly. Yan Yuheng used the tip of his index finger to gently trace the delicate cheek of the person next to him, from eyebrows to lips, observing carefully.
Mo Yousen felt the quilt beside him sinking deeper, so he turned over and faced away from Yan Yuheng.
Yan Yuheng secretly put his arm on Mo Yousen's slender waist, pinched the soft flesh on his belly, smiled, and fell asleep with him.
When Mo Yousen opened his eyes, Yan Yuheng had already woken up and was sitting on the bed looking at his phone. His mind was still sleepy, but his body was already moving. Mo Yousen stretched out his arms and draped them over Yan Yuheng's lower abdomen, resting his head on his waist. He said drowsily, "Why are you here?"
Yan Yuheng reached down and touched Mo Yousen's soft hair. "It's morning already. Hurry up and get up, wash up, and go downstairs to eat. You must be starving if you sleep until the afternoon."
Mo Yousen's face was filled with satisfaction. He rubbed the top of his head against Yan Yuheng's palm, then stood up, stepped over Yan Yuheng's body, and went to the bathroom in his slippers. Mo Yousen felt sweet inside. It was so nice to see him as soon as he woke up. It was a good start for next year!
"Wow! This is the car I gave you! Do you feel comfortable driving it?" Mo Yousen looked at the car Yan Yuheng was driving today in the yard, with stars in his eyes.
Yan Yuheng smiled and opened the passenger door and pushed the person in. "Let's go, little pig, get in the car first."
Yan Yuheng drove to a nearby shopping mall to eat something first. Mo Yousen asked him excitedly in the car, "Why did you drive to pick me up today? Did I choose the right car?"
Yan Yuheng rested his arm on the car window, steering with one hand, a smile spreading from the corner of his mouth to the bottom of his eyes, "My Xiao Sen picked the best, so he drove it here specially to show you."
It was already dark when the two came out of the mall after eating barbecue. Yan Yuheng was driving to the place where the fireworks were set off. Before returning to China, he searched the Internet for a long time for "Ningcheng couples' fireworks holy place". In the past, he just set off fireworks in the yard at home without such trouble. Why is it so difficult to find a good place when he wants to have a sense of ritual!
Yan Yuheng finally booked the Ningcheng beach with thousands of people on it for an entire night. He called ahead to arrange for someone to set up the fireworks there so that they could play with them directly after arriving at the place.
"Xiao Sen, let's play with this first! I had someone in Country M customize a firework stick. This firework stick is awesome. If you scratch it like this, you can actually draw shapes in the air."
Mo Yousen was very curious, "How long can this light stay in the air?"
"About thirty seconds. If you want to paint, you have to paint quickly, or the light will be scattered."
Mo Yousen took out a firework stick and lit it. The firework stick made a "sizzling" sound. Mo Yousen used it to write the word "森" (sen) in the air. "Wow! This is great!"
Yan Yuheng raised his face proudly, "Really? I knew you would like it!"
The firework sticks burned wildly in the night sky, leaving them with vivid pictures. Mo Yousen was overjoyed and ran wildly on the beach with the firework sticks. Every place he passed was marked by the light of the fireworks.
Yan Yuheng stood on the beach and looked at him quietly, his pupils reflecting this moment of happiness.
"Xiao Sen, come back quickly! The fireworks are about to be set off!" Yan Yuheng put his hands to his mouth and shouted loudly.
Mo Yousen ran barefoot from the seashore back to the center of the beach, step by step, "You even prepared big fireworks!"
Yan Yuheng raised his eyebrows, with a proud look in his eyes, "That's right! I've prepared something else! Just wait and see."
The huge firework slowly rose into the sky with a long tail. After a loud bang, golden sparks poured down like a waterfall and spread across the night sky. Yan Yuheng covered Mo Yousen's ears, put his chin on Mo Yousen's head and stared at the blooming fireworks.
The fireworks in the sky were brilliant, and Mo Yousen's heart at this moment was also blooming like fireworks. In his eyes were the fireworks that Yan Yuheng prepared for him, and in his heart was the existence of Yan Yuheng.
After 188 fireworks were set off, Yan Yuheng released his hands from covering Mo Yousen's ears. His arms felt a little sore and he moved them slightly. Mo Yousen suddenly remembered something, "Oh, Brother Heng. What was the happy event you mentioned yesterday?"
Mo Yousen was very afraid that what he would hear was Yan Yuheng's happy news, and he felt extremely nervous.
Yan Yuheng grinned, "Your Aunt Pei is pregnant! She's not even three months pregnant yet, so only family members know about it."
Mo Yousen looked at Yan Yuheng in surprise, "Wow! Really? You're going to have a little brother or sister! I'm going to be a big brother too!"
Yan Yuheng said, "Yes, I'm going to have little brothers and sisters soon."
Mo Yousen suddenly frowned. If Yan Yuheng had younger brothers and sisters in the future, wouldn’t he have even less time to spend with him?
Mo Yousen anxiously grabbed Yan Yuheng's left hand and said, "Brother Heng, will you abandon me when you have brothers and sisters in the future?"
Yan Yuheng smiled calmly and stretched out his finger to scratch the tip of his nose. "What are you thinking about? You are different from them."
Mo Yousen's mood improved, and he was immediately attracted by the bright lights in the sky. "Brother Heng! Look! What is that!"
Yan Yuheng pointed at the drone in the sky with a beaming expression, "Look! This is the kingdom I've prepared for you! Is my beloved Concubine Sen satisfied?"
The drones in the sky slowly formed themselves into a formation, projecting "Sen & Heng" in the sky. Mo Yousen smiled, "It's a little tacky, actually, but I like it very much."
Yan Yuheng didn't care about what Mo Yousen said about being tacky. "My taste and aesthetics have always been ahead of the times. When you look back on it in two years, you'll realize how good I am!"
The drones gradually dispersed and retreated, and Mo Yousen and Yan Yuheng left the beach hand in hand. Yan Yuheng found a bathroom, rinsed the sand off their lower bodies, and then left.
"Xiao Sen, Happy New Year." Before leaving, Yan Yuheng rubbed Mo Yousen's head and said gently.
Mo Yousen held Yan Yuheng's face in his hands, his smile lively and charming, "Happy New Year, Brother Heng."
When Mo Yousen got home, he saw that there was no one in the yard and there was no sound around. Why was the house so quiet on New Year's Eve?
Slowly opening the door and closing it, a smile still in his eyes, "Mom and Dad, I'm back! Today, Brother Heng and I are going to set off fireworks, those fireworks..."
Mo Yousen was shocked by the scene before him before he could finish his words. He didn't know what was happening. He only saw Tang Miao sitting on the sofa with messy hair, his arms folded weakly on his knees, and his hands covering his face.
Mo Guozheng was standing beside the sofa, smoking angrily. Next to him stood a plump woman, covered in jewels, who looked at Mo Yousen with contempt.
Sitting on the other end of the sofa was a young man with a few tufts of yellow hair. His eyes looked a bit like his. He raised his head towards Mo Yousen with arrogance and provocation.
Mo Yousen ignored their gazes, knowing that it was definitely not a good thing. He hated everyone who bullied his mother. He helped Tang Miao up from the sofa, "Mom, let's go upstairs."
Tang Miao raised his head and looked at Mo Yousen with a pale face. His face was full of tear marks and tears were still welling up in his eyes. He staggered up from the sofa and walked towards the elevator. After Mo Yousen sent Tang Miao into the room and closed the door, he could no longer bear it.
"Mom, did Mo Guozheng bully you? Who are those two people? If he bullied you, I will tell grandpa right now!" Mo Yousen clenched his fists in anger.
Tang Miao sniffed, holding back tears as she spoke in a trembling voice, "Hey, my mom's fine... The aunt downstairs is your dad's first love, and that brother is their child. Will you promise me not to tell your grandpa? He's old and can't handle the shock. The two of them are going to live in our house from now on..."
Mo Yousen stood up abruptly and said angrily, "Mo Guozheng, that old bastard! That woman outside is the mistress! You are the legal wife! That man is an illegitimate child! Why does he have the right to live in our house?"
Seeing Mo Yousen about to rush downstairs, Tang Miao grabbed his arm in time, "That aunt gave birth to the child secretly, and Guozheng...he just found out that the child has grown so big."
"Can he cover up his mistake by saying he didn't know? What right did he have to bring someone into our house!" Mo Yousen's roar became louder and louder, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Tang Miao hugged Mo Yousen tightly and cried silently on his shoulder. After forcing herself to calm down, she said, "That aunt came here on her own. Zizi, be obedient and don't tell anyone about this first, okay?"
Mo Yousen lowered his head and clenched his teeth, sobbing, hating himself for being too weak to protect his mother. "Okay, Mom, I promise you."
The clock struck midnight, echoing through the silent house, like Cinderella stripped of her disguise. Everything had changed, becoming strange and unbelievable.
Mo Yousen stayed by Tang Miao's side all night. Tang Miao tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Mo Yousen held her hand and sat quietly beside the bed. Tang Miao lay on her side, stroking the back of Mo Yousen's hand, "Baby, did Mommy do something wrong?"
Mo Yousen couldn't bear it, so she leaned over and hugged Tang Miao's shoulders, "Mom, you didn't do anything wrong." Tang Miao smiled bitterly, tears sliding down her face onto the pillow, "No, Mom was wrong. At the beginning, your grandpa advised me not to marry him, saying that his family was not well off and couldn't give me a better life. I had a big fight with your grandpa and even went on a hunger strike, but in the end, I got what I wanted and married him, and had a good child like you." Tang Miao spoke softly, and Mo Yousen bit her lip hard in the dark and closed her eyes, "Maybe this is the retribution for my anger back then, but I don't regret it. If it weren't for him, my child wouldn't exist."
"Mom, let's divorce him... We can't stand this!" Mo Yousen's voice trembled, his vision was blurred, and his right hand trembled from time to time.
Tang Miao calmed down and sat up from the bed, her voice desolate, "What's involved between us isn't just emotional, it's financial. They can only be parasites here, and Mom won't let anyone take away what belongs to you."
For the first time, Mo Yousen felt such intense helplessness and pain. The moonlight outside the window was like a knife piercing his heart, devouring his soul and strength. The world collapsed, his heart was torn, and every breath he took was an effort to absorb oxygen.
What should we do? Should we pretend to be accommodating to them? Or should we fight to the bitter end?
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