Chapter 36 I want to make you more comfortable
The hospital's office director drove Mu Yan back to the apartment that Shang Qiyue had arranged for him. Only then did Mu Yan realize that he had never given Shang Qiyue his address.
Everyone knew it, and everyone tacitly understood it at the dinner table.
Shang Qiyue, who had said she was going home, sat on the sofa and looked up at him: "You're back?"
Mu Yan quickly realized that his brother had separated from him to save face for him.
"Why did you come here..." Mu Yan walked up to him. "Sir, do you want to do something? I'm going to take a shower."
Shang Qiyue pulled him down to sit beside him. Mu Yan lost his balance and was easily pulled into his arms.
"Can you please stop thinking about me like that? I drank almost half a jin of baijiu, what am I supposed to do?"
Mu Yan was held in his arms, and struggled slightly to stand up: "Then shall I make you some hangover soup?"
Shang Qiyue felt looked down upon: "It's just half a jin, why would I need a hangover soup? I can drink a jin without getting drunk. Half a jin is just an appetizer."
"I know you have a high alcohol tolerance, but a little bit will make your stomach feel better, right?"
"You don't drink, how did you learn all this?"
Mu Yan lowered his head, unsure how to answer.
He knew this because... he often took care of Lu Chong when he came home drunk.
Shang Qiyue was clearly unhappy. Although he said he wasn't drunk, his emotions were more readily apparent after drinking, and the air around Mu Yan seemed to become more oppressive.
"Please don't be angry..." Mu Yan lowered her head, not daring to look at Shang Qiyue, and only apologized haltingly.
Looking at Mu Yan's appearance, Shang Qiyue felt inexplicably irritated.
Why is she so clingy and affectionate with Lu Chong, but acts all timid and submissive towards me like she's done something wrong?
Am I more ruthless than Lu Chong? Am I worse to him than Lu Chong is?
Mingming came back here today just to hold him for a while. Tomorrow is the weekend, and we could have watched a movie together. He had already picked out a movie.
That night, he asked Mu Yan what his hobbies were, but Mu Yan stammered and couldn't answer. So he picked out several romantic comedy movies to watch with him when they had time. He had never met anyone who didn't like romantic comedy movies from Hong Kong.
He had finally gotten off work and finished his dinner party to come back here. Right now, he should be holding Mu Yan in his arms, peacefully smelling the buttery bread on him, and watching his favorite movie.
But he hadn't yelled at him or gotten angry with him. Thinking this, Shang Qiyue couldn't bring himself to coax Mu Yan.
However, the timely silence of those in power is also a form of violence.
In the continued silence, Mu Yan racked her brains trying to figure out how to keep Shang Qiyue from getting angry.
Mu Yan's way of dealing with his teachers during his student days and his superiors after he started working was always to bow his head and admit his mistakes, letting them vent their emotions on him.
Mu Yan knew, of course, that some people would make witty remarks, act coquettishly, and use all sorts of methods to please them, but even if he tried to imitate them, he would only make things worse. For him, it was already good enough to just bow his head and accept the scolding without being disliked.
But Shang Qiyue was different from them. Perhaps he was used to being flattered, and his submissive attitude seemed to only make them angrier.
"If you don't like hangover soup, how about I make you some honey water? It's sweet and warm, and you can drink it even if you're not drunk."
Shang Qiyue turned his head and glanced at him, his gaze softening slightly.
Mu Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
"I didn't come here for you to serve me. I just wanted to sit with you for a while and watch a movie... I had already chosen a movie."
"What movie is it?" Mu Yan asked.
"A comedy film from Hong Kong, I don't know if you've seen it."
Mu Yan shook his head: "I haven't seen many movies. I think I quite like comedies, since they're things that make people happy. But it's getting late, and the movie is probably two hours long. Maybe we should watch it tomorrow."
"Are you feeling dizzy after drinking? Let me massage you for a while. Didn't you want to sit with me for a bit? Let me talk to you. As long as you don't find me annoying."
The head massage was indeed for Lu Chongxue's sake. Mu Yan thought that Shang Qiyue might get angry about this again, so she quickly added, "I sometimes get headaches from work. A colleague recommended this acupoint to me, and it relieves a lot of pain. Would you like to try it?"
Mu Yan reached out to let him feel it first, but Shang Qiyue gently grabbed his wrist: "I already told you, I didn't come here today for you to serve me."
“It’s not about serving you,” Mu Yan said earnestly. “You changed my mother to a VIP ward and kept my brother’s relationship with you a secret. I’m very grateful to you. I don’t know how to thank you enough… I just wanted to make you more comfortable.”
When Mu Yan is not obsequious, his tone is sincere and earnest, making people unconsciously feel that whatever he says must be right and he will never harm you.
That is indeed the case.
He used his other hand, which wasn't being held by Shang Qiyue, to find an acupoint on the side of Shang Qiyue's head and gently massaged it: "You're tired. Lie down on my lap, and I'll massage it for you, okay?"
The suggestion to lie on Mu Yan's lap was too tempting, and Shang Qiyue only pretended to be reserved for a few seconds before lying down.
From this angle, you can see Mu Yan's fair neck, Adam's apple, and jaw. Without the cover of his coat, even the hickeys from that day are faintly visible.
Shang Qiyue calmed down.
Regardless of how touching their past was, Mu Yan is now covered in his marks and pheromones.
Mu Yan belongs to him; he cannot and will not be taken away by anyone.
Shang Qiyue raised his hand and touched Mu Yan's chin. Mu Yan, like a kitten whose chin had been scratched, subconsciously tilted his head back slightly.
"I originally wanted to keep it a little from your brother, but it seems I couldn't hide it from him. However, he probably won't think anything of it."
“If he asks,” Shang Qiyue smiled, “just say I’m pursuing you.”
Mu Yan lowered his head subconsciously, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
My brother has already thought this way, and I... don't know how to explain it to him.
After not hearing a response for a long time, Shang Qiyue lazily opened his eyes and glanced at Mu Yan's somewhat embarrassed expression before quickly closing them again: "Or... is he already thinking that way?"
"Please, please don't be angry..."
Mu Yan's movements became lighter and slower. Shang Qiyue kept his eyes closed, making it impossible to tell whether he was truly angry.
Mu Yan couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"What if I get angry?" Shang Qiyue opened his eyes, smiled faintly, and asked.
Mu Yan was most afraid of this kind of scene. If Shang Qiyue wanted to scold or punish him, he could endure it no matter how harsh the scolding was. But Shang Qiyue was giving him a chance to please him without making it clear, which only made Mu Yan feel extremely helpless.
"I don't know... whatever you want, sir... is fine with me."
"Anything is fine with me?" Shang Qiyue asked.
Mu Yan nodded hurriedly.
Shang Qiyue couldn't help but smile at him.
"Baby, play by yourself and show me."
The massage stopped, and after nearly half a minute, Mu Yan finally understood what Shang Qiyue meant.
Shang Qiyue meant that he wanted to masturbate in front of him.
Mu Yan's breathing became rapid. He rarely did this kind of thing and didn't understand what was so interesting about it. Doing it in front of Shang Qiyue, he didn't even know if he could get aroused.
They had no idea what Shang Qiyue wanted to see, or how to satisfy him.
"Where do you want me to play...?" Mu Yan asked with difficulty.
He couldn't refuse Shang Qiyue, so he could only hope that Shang Qiyue just wanted to watch him play the game.
But what's so interesting about a man masturbating? Mu Yan couldn't quite understand. When two people do that together, it's a mutual loss of control and indulgence, but for Shang Qiyue to watch him act so lewdly and out of control while he was fully conscious made Mu Yan feel incredibly embarrassed.
"I've seen your whole body, why are you still so shy?" Shang Qiyue smiled.
Seeing that he didn't seem angry, Mu Yan felt a little relieved.
"I was just kidding, why would I get angry over something like this? Am I that petty?" Shang Qiyue sat up from his lap and pulled him into his arms. "I just missed you, but I can't do anything about it now. You were sitting right next to me at the dinner table, but I couldn't hug or kiss you. It was so frustrating."
"Other people openly bring their pet omegas to meals, but it feels like I'm having an affair with you. It's so annoying," Shang Qiyue couldn't help but complain. "But don't overthink it, I don't mean anything by it. I just want you to be happy. It's just that I'm feeling a bit stifled today, and I can't even come back with you."
“I also miss you, sir…” Mu Yan tried hard to cover up the momentary daze he had just experienced.
While others are eating... he brings his pet omega.
Aside from not being as pretty, having as good a figure, being as good at sweet-talking, or having as pleasant-smelling pheromones as those omegas, he was no different from them.
Mr. Shang is a good person; he was the one who took advantage of the situation and started having more inappropriate thoughts after being flattered a little.
As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, Mu Yan felt a little cold and obediently shrank closer to Shang Qiyue, as if she was trying to warm herself up or as if she was being affectionate.
Seeing that he rarely acted coquettishly towards him, Shang Qiyue was pleased and pulled him even tighter into his arms, then lowered his head and kissed his lips.
"Miss me?" Mu Yan's lips were warm and soft to the touch, reminiscent of warm double-skin milk pudding. Shang Qiyue smiled. "Missing my baby will get you a reward."
Mu Yan was very obedient, tilting his head back and clinging to his shoulders, letting him kiss him. He didn't ask Shang Qiyue what the reward was. Shang Qiyue was a very practical person and wouldn't give him things like kisses, hugs, spending an afternoon with him, or cooking for him personally as a reward. It was probably money.
That's good. Mu Yan's biggest need is money, and Shang Qiyue's biggest need is money.
If he buys himself bags, watches, and jewelry, it would be of no use to Mu. He has no occasion to use them, and since they were gifts from Shang Qiyue, he wouldn't sell them for money.
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