Chapter 61 I Want Mu Yan
Shang Qiyue's face instantly darkened.
He glared at Mu Yan, and for a moment, Mu Yan's body trembled involuntarily.
Even Mu Yan himself was a little surprised by this reaction. He was just about to explain that it might be because he was a little cold after taking off his coat while washing the dishes when he heard Shang Qiyue's angry voice.
Are you afraid of me?
"What have I done to you that you have to live in such fear with me?"
"If you hate me so much, why didn't you just let me die in a car accident that day?"
This was such an ominous statement. Influenced by Mu Juanhua, Mu Yan somewhat believed in the sayings of the elderly in the countryside. He suddenly raised his head: "Please don't say that..."
Shang Qiyue was so angry he was almost going crazy. He felt he couldn't be in the same space as Mu Yan for even a moment longer; he felt his blood pressure was about to explode.
The door slammed shut, and Shang Qiyue went to the car without looking back, lit a cigar, and started smoking.
After smoking a whole cigarette, Shang Qiyue finally felt a little calmer.
He started the car and realized that he was driving the same G-Class he had driven the day he took Mu Yan to the Huaiyang restaurant owned by Ren Chengzhou. They ran into Ren Chengzhou during the meal, and after the meal, he took Mu Yan for a walk in Xiangqujiang, even having two female college students take a photo of the two of them together and change Mu Yan's phone's screen saver.
He even remembered what clothes he was wearing and what tie he was wearing that day. Later, Mu Yan dirtied them in the office, so he changed his clothes and tie.
Damn it, out of so many cars, why did they only bring this one? Mu Yan has only ever ridden in this car and that Cayenne that was in an accident.
When he saw the car, he thought of Mu Yan sitting in the passenger seat, smiling gently at him. The car seemed to be filled with the smell of freshly baked bread from Mu Yan. He couldn't help but want more, to hug him, to kiss him, but there was no way he could swallow his pride and go upstairs to beg Mu Yan for forgiveness at this moment.
He was so angry that he didn't care that it was nighttime and immediately called Luo Cheng to come and pick him up.
Luo Cheng knew he had driven there: "Are you going for drinks?"
"Drinking...yes, let's go drinking."
“Go to the company and bring a car over. I don’t want to ride in this car.”
Assistant Luo arrived at Mu Yan's building in just fifteen minutes. Shang Qiyue had just finished smoking half of his second cigar and had calmed down a bit.
"I called you over so late, so I'll give you an extra 20% bonus this month."
“Of course, Mr. Shang,” Luo Cheng was already used to this kind of thing. “Which bar are we going to?”
Shang Qiyue casually mentioned the address of a bar he and Meng Simiao had visited before, and Luo Cheng started the car.
The bar was dimly lit, filled with voices and electronic music, so lively that it seemed there was nothing in the world worth being sad about.
But Shang Qiyue sat in a corner booth, chugging one glass of wine after another. No matter how lively the crowd around him was, he still seemed to be isolated from another world.
Shang Qiyue had never been to a bar alone before, but he had told his housekeeper that he wouldn't be coming home tonight. If he went home to drink alone at this hour, even a fool could tell that he had been kicked out by his mistress.
The aunt didn't say much, but Shang Qiyue still felt uncomfortable.
Shang Qiyue's expression was unfriendly, and anyone with sense would know that he probably didn't want to be disturbed at this moment. However, Shang Qiyue's outstanding appearance, coupled with his clothing and the expensive watch on his wrist, still led some omegas to risk sitting down next to him.
The omega's pheromones, which smelled of some unknown odor, made him nauseous. He glanced at the man with disgust, but before he could even utter the word "get lost," the omega shuddered and left, his face pale.
Shang Qiyue couldn't control his pheromones.
When he's in a normal mood, the suppressor patch can ensure that his pheromones don't affect others while maintaining normal social distance.
His pheromones have no aphrodisiac function; whether it is an alpha or an omega of a lower rank than him, his pheromones can only bring a terrifying sense of oppression.
But Mu Yan couldn't smell his pheromones, so why should Mu Yan be afraid of him?
Wasn't he good to Mu Yan? He didn't even have the same patience for his parents as he did for Mu Yan.
Shang Qiyue took a big gulp of the drink. He wondered what kind of drink this lousy bartender had made; it was as weak as a soft drink.
He called the waiter over and asked to replace everything with Urumqi beer.
The waiter hesitated, then said, "Sir, those drinks you just had were quite potent..."
The bar owner knew Shang Qiyue, but seeing him drinking alone and in a bad mood, he didn't come out to greet him. He could only ask the waiters to keep an eye on him and make sure he didn't get into any trouble. They couldn't afford to compensate someone of his status if something happened to him.
"It's not like I'm not going to pay, so you're not going to sell to me?"
The waiter had no choice but to say, "Sir, you're alone. The boss specifically instructed me to make sure nothing happens to you. Could you please give me your friend's phone number?"
"What could possibly happen to me!" Shang Qiyue said irritably.
What a busybody. Luo Cheng was waiting for him in the garage; with his high net worth, he valued his life more than anyone else.
The waiter was a beta about the same age as Mu Yan, and he looked so anxious he was about to cry. Shang Qiyue wasn't completely drunk and wouldn't do anything reckless to make things difficult for people, so he gave him Luo Cheng's phone number.
Shang Qiyue tilted his head back and downed a glass of wine. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes immediately stung.
He tried hard to forget the argument, to forget the image of Mu Yan wiping away tears with the back of her hand by the kitchen sink, and to forget how Mu Yan trembled because of his outburst.
But I can't forget it no matter what.
He made Mu Yan cry. In Mu Yan's heart, had she also bullied him?
He clearly... didn't intend to bully Mu Yan.
He clearly wanted to treat Mu Yan well.
The more she drank, the more upset her stomach became, but her mind remained clear, and she couldn't shake the image of Mu Yan from her mind.
Did Mu Yan cast a spell on him?
The singer on stage sang one song after another until it was almost 2 a.m. Although this time was not considered late for a bar, the customers already looked tired.
Empty wine bottles lay scattered on the ground. Shang Qiyue leaned against the booth, his shirt collar slightly open and his wristwatch askew on his wrist. Anyone with eyes could see that he was drunk.
He's not completely drunk, but if he keeps drinking like this, he might have to go to the hospital tomorrow.
"Sir, may I have your friend pick you up now?" the waiter asked quietly.
If Shang Qiyue gets into trouble while drunk, they'll definitely suffer the consequences, but if they anger the drunkard and he smashes up their shop, the losses will also be theirs.
People who work at bars have seen plenty of these rich second-generation elites; quite a few of them get drunk, go crazy, beat people up, and smash up the place.
Shang Qiyue doesn't come often. When he's sober, he's actually quite presentable, but he's always with friends and has never been drunk. His behavior when drunk is completely unpredictable.
"gentlemen?"
Shang Qiyue ignored him, resting his head on his knees.
"........Yan Yan".
The waiter didn't hear him clearly: "Sir, what did you say?"
Shang Qiyue repeated it to himself again.
The waiter then realized it was a person's name.
It doesn't matter whose name it is to him, as long as it's not something like "I want to drink more," "I'm not drunk yet," or "Get lost," everything is fine with him.
He quickly dialed the number Shang Qiyue had left: "Hello sir, are you a friend of Mr. Shang Qiyue? He's drunk, could you please come and pick him up?"
“I’m his assistant,” the person on the other end answered almost immediately, speaking politely. “I’m in the parking lot, I’ll be right there. Thank you for your help, I was just about to come up and check on things anyway. When you called me, did the gentleman mention which house he was going to later?”
The waiter thought about it carefully and realized that there didn't seem to be any.
Just two minutes later, a smartly dressed young man appeared at the bar entrance.
He weaved through the crowd of drunkards and found his equally drunk boss without fail.
The waiters and the bar owner both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Shang," Luo Cheng helped him up, "which house are you going back to?"
Shang Qiyue ignored him completely. Luo Cheng sighed and led the people to the car first.
The call was from an unknown number, not one of Mr. Shang's other friends. He wondered to himself, was Mr. Shang drinking alone?
He picked up Shang Qiyue from Mu Yan's place. Why would Shang Qiyue leave Mu Yan's place to drink alone in silence?
Luo Cheng had been working for Shang Qiyue for five years, and he considered himself to know Shang Qiyue fairly well. Although this idea was unbelievable, Shang Qiyue must have had a fight with Mu Yan.
Mr. Mu? Luo Cheng thought of that gentleman's gentle and timid appearance, soft as a steamed bun. Could someone like that really make the boss angry?
However, Luo Cheng knew his boss's temper quite well; even a clay idol has a temper, and arguments were quite normal. He decided not to take his boss back to Mr. Mu's place tonight.
Shang Qiyue was tall with long arms and legs, and it took Luo Cheng a lot of effort to put him into the car. Besides, he wasn't just lying still; he was constantly making a fuss like a monkey.
Luo Cheng thought about his five-figure monthly salary, and swallowed his resentment. He breathlessly shoved the person into the back seat, but then heard Shang Qiyue murmur, which sounded almost like a sob.
Most of the drunkard's words were illogical, so Luo Cheng didn't take them to heart. He knew several of Shang Qiyue's friends' personal assistants, and many of them, when drunk, would shout that they wanted to mix No. 3 reinforced concrete with their spaghetti.
"Yan Yan," Shang Qiyue called softly again.
Just before closing the car door, Luo Cheng heard it clearly. Now he was even more certain that Shang Qiyue had come over and was drinking alone because of Mu Yan.
He got into the driver's seat, inserted the car key, and hesitated for a moment.
Shang Qiyue has a bad temper, but he's not actually an unreasonable person, and he rarely deducts bonuses.
If Shang Qiyue asks about driving back to that apartment in the city center, he can say it's to make it easier for President Shang to get to work tomorrow.
I drove to Mr. Mu's place because I picked up Shang Qiyue from there, and drove back without thinking much about it.
"I want Mu Yan," Shang Qiyue murmured.
The four words were very clear, not loud, but they penetrated Assistant Luo's eardrums thoroughly.
Luo Cheng immediately made a decision.
"I want Mu Yan..."
[Author's Note]
I just remembered a really lame joke: "Baby, what kind of drug did you give me? [crying emoji] How can you make me think about you for 24 hours a day, 1444 minutes straight?"
Say: Add whatever you want to eat.
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