Chapter 31 (She nuzzled his neck)
Where is that place?
“It’s right there… I kicked him unconscious back then, and I only lost consciousness later,” Mu Yan said, blushing slightly. Seeing that Shang Qiyue still didn’t understand, she had no choice but to continue, “It’s… the crotch.”
Shang Qiyue laughed, and Mu Yan smiled sheepishly. The two then dropped the subject.
But Mu Yan knew that he was actually a little disappointed with his answer.
When Shang Qiyue mentioned hitting someone with a beer bottle, a fleeting glint of excitement and anticipation flashed in his eyes. Although it was brief, Mu Yan noticed it.
That look in his eyes scared him a little.
He and the troublemaking congressman's son... are essentially the same kind of people. They also enjoy everything that power brings and the privileges that place them above ordinary people.
He was just more restrained, more gentlemanly, and needed to find a legitimate excuse before abusing his power.
Mu Yan couldn't possibly not be afraid.
"Sir, would you like to eat tomato stewed beef again today? The market might not have any fresh vegetables left. My colleague said we could buy some at the supermarket; they have fresh vegetables there at this time..."
"Even though you're injured like this, you're still thinking about cooking for me?"
Mu Yan simply asked, "Would you like some, sir?"
"I don't want to eat today, but I'll want to eat in a few days, okay? You're already like this today, so just rest well and I'll take you out to eat."
Mu Yan nodded.
Shang Qiyue helped him up from the bed.
"If you don't like French food, let me take you to eat Huaiyang cuisine. My friend owns a nice restaurant, and I don't need to make a reservation."
Mu Yan hadn't eaten lunch and was starving. Shang Qiyue didn't dawdle either. He called Ren Chengzhou to reserve a private room and then took Mu Yan straight to the restaurant.
Although located in the city center, this restaurant boasts a tranquil and elegant ambiance amidst the bustling city. The chef, Ren Chengzhou, was poached from the local area with a hefty sum, and his signature dishes, such as the white-skinned shrimp and crab meat lion's head meatballs, are local delicacies.
Huaiyang cuisine suits the tastes of people in City A. Before half of the dishes had even been served, Mu Yan had already finished a bowl of rice.
Shang Qiyue ordered the same few signature dishes he was used to eating, nothing new, so he didn't eat much. But Mu Yan seemed to enjoy the meal, so he knew he had made the right choice coming today.
He beckoned for a second bowl of rice. Judging from this, Mu Yan's appetite wasn't small; he simply wasn't used to French food. "Didn't you eat enough that day?"
"Sir, you've eaten your fill. You didn't have lunch today and are a little hungry. This lion's head meatball is delicious, so you ate a little more than usual."
Shang Qiyue called the waiter over and ordered another serving of crab meat lion's head meatballs.
"No need, sir," Mu Yan hurriedly stopped him. He had seen the menu when Shang Qiyue ordered, and there were no prices listed. The actual price must be an astronomical figure. "I'm almost full and can't eat a second serving."
The waiter looked at Shang Qiyue; people in the service industry are always able to accurately identify who makes the decisions.
"It's good that you're up here." Shang Qiyue nodded slightly in greeting.
"If you can't finish it, just leave it. It's rare to find a dish you like. It's a pity this restaurant doesn't deliver, otherwise I could order for you every day."
The second plate of lion's head meatballs was served. Mu Yan said he was full, but he still ate more than half of the second plate.
When he finally finished eating, he realized that Shang Qiyue had already stopped eating and had been staring at him for quite a while.
Mu Yan wasn't used to such gazes, so he lowered his eyes to look at his plate: "Sir, I'm full too."
Shang Qiyue naturally reached out to help him, like a true gentleman: "Let's go now that you've eaten."
The waiter told them to take care and escorted them to the door. Mu Yan was a little uncomfortable with such attention, and Shang Qiyue turned around and shook his head at her. The waiter then left.
Shang Qiyue was driving and casually chatting with Mu Yan. He seemed aloof, but he was very talkative when needed, and he could talk to Mu Yan, who had a very different life experience, without running out of things to say.
The Rolls-Royce Phantom sped through the city, leaving one car after another in its wake. The scenery outside the window changed rapidly, and Mu Yan soon became dizzy and stopped looking out.
"If you thought that restaurant was good, we can come back and eat there a few more times next time. The soft-shelled eel here is also good. Or when you have time, I can take you to try it in the local area. I feel that Huaiyang cuisine in City A is still missing something."
After a long while, Mu Yan gave a soft "hmm," his tone drawn out, sounding somewhat like a hum, completely different from his usual way of speaking.
Out of the corner of his eye, Shang Qiyue saw that he was asleep, his eyelashes casting a thick shadow on his face.
He must be very tired today; he was hunched over, and I wonder if it's because he was injured and his body was weak that he felt cold so easily.
Shang Qiyue turned the air conditioning up a bit.
Mu Yan was fast asleep and showed no signs of waking up until the car drove to the basement.
Shang Qiyue reached into the back seat and took a blanket, opened the passenger door, covered Mu Yan with the blanket, and then lifted him down by his armpits and knees, blanket and all.
He pulled the blanket up a bit, burying half of Mu Yan's face in it. Even from Shang Qiyue's angle, all that could be seen were his closed eyes and fine eyelashes.
Although single-level apartments offer excellent privacy, with each unit having its own elevator, there is no possibility of being spied on.
He carried Mu Yan into the elevator, and whether it was his imagination or not, the fluffy head in his arms seemed to rub against his chest.
Shang Qiyue pressed the elevator button.
This time it wasn't a hallucination; Mu Yan must have felt hot. He unconsciously rubbed his head against the blanket, as if trying to shake off the blanket that made him feel a bit stuffy.
The blanket slipped down a little, revealing the tip of Mu Yan's nose.
Shang Qiyue carried him to the master bedroom. Even without making love, he had a strange urge to hold Mu Yan while sleeping.
Alphas are creatures that are too easily controlled by pheromones.
He lifted the covers, intending to put Mu Yan on the bed, when he realized that he probably still had to wake him up.
Gentleness and gentlemanliness can be faked, but a young master certainly wouldn't do things like undressing and washing up.
But just as he was about to let go of Mu Yan, Mu Yan, whether conscious or confused, wrapped her arms around his neck.
His neck felt a little itchy, and Mu Yan rubbed against it again.
The sleepy Mu Yan was completely different from usual. Because he had just been a little hot from the car's air conditioning and the blanket, his face was flushed, and he was sticky and coquettish, refusing to let Shang Qiyue let go.
Like a clingy puppy.
Shang Qiyue leaned down and kissed his forehead, then his rosy cheeks. Mu Yan hummed contentedly, like a puppy being stroked, his head tilting back unconsciously, as if anticipating a real kiss on his lips.
But Shang Qiyue's face instantly turned cold.
She used to be so timid and respectful in front of me, but now she's suddenly so clingy and loves to act cute.
Who was he originally going to act cute with?
Shang Qiyue coldly removed Mu Yan's hand from his neck.
His actions were anything but gentle, and Mu Yan immediately woke up.
Mu Yan opened his eyes, and the next second, he saw Shang Qiyue's indifferent expression.
Shang Qiyue's appearance was naturally sharp and cold, and he naturally inspired awe when he wasn't smiling.
Besides, he seems genuinely unhappy now.
"Sir, what's wrong? I just... accidentally fell asleep... Are you angry?"
Mu Yan cautiously looked up at his expression, but Shang Qiyue's face grew increasingly grim.
"I won't do it again next time," Mu Yan said somewhat haltingly. "Please don't be angry."
Shang Qiyue looked at him with indifferent eyes.
"Not angry."
Mu Yan then realized that this seemed to be Shang Qiyue's master bedroom. This single-level apartment had one master bedroom and two secondary bedrooms, and Mu Yan usually lived in the secondary bedroom facing south.
He had only moved in less than a week ago, and the decorating styles here were very similar, yet he didn't notice it immediately.
"You...you want to do it?" Mu Yan asked cautiously.
It seems that President Shang had scolded me once before because I misunderstood him. But if he didn't want to do that thing today, why did he bring me to his room?
"No," Shang Qiyue finally spoke up, "I went to the wrong room."
"Once you're awake, go wash up, change your clothes, and go to sleep."
Mu Yan nodded, afraid of displeasing Shang Qiyue, and quickly got out of bed and walked to the door. He hesitated for a moment, and finally looked back at Shang Qiyue before closing the door: "Today... I've caused you trouble again, sir."
"It's nothing," Shang Qiyue replied.
He looked displeased, clearly not wanting to say anything more.
Mu Yan wanted to ask him why he was unhappy, but she was afraid of upsetting him while he was still angry, so she quietly closed the master bedroom door, washed up, and lay down in her own room.
Why is President Shang angry?
Was it because I accidentally fell asleep in the car? But if that's the case, why didn't they wake me up after I fell asleep, instead of carrying me up and then getting upset?
Mu Yan knew he wasn't a likable person. He was dull, slow-witted, and couldn't speak well. Even his flattery seemed forced.
If this were a young and promising person, it might be called a personality trait, but in his case, it became the reason why he was disliked.
Mu Yan belatedly realized that his wound was very painful, so he turned over and lay on his side.
Maybe...maybe it wasn't because of him. Perhaps Shang Qiyue just encountered some trouble at work, which suddenly made him feel bad.
Otherwise, given his relationship with Shang Qiyue, why would he hold back his anger? Shang Qiyue had spent money on him; if he was unhappy because of him, why would he care about his feelings?
But when she woke up in Shang Qiyue's bed, the way he looked at her was indeed frightening.
The blankets here at Shang Qiyue's place are very soft and comfortable. Mu Yan covered his entire head with the blankets and curled up in a ball. This position made him feel safer.
This house is actually quite large and well-lit, unlike the damp and dark house he used to rent.
But perhaps he was being pretentious and couldn't enjoy the good life, Mu Yan always felt that he was very insecure here.
[Author's Note]
I'm so angry that I got reported and locked out. I'm going to cook some spicy chicken noodles and spit it out.
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