DSF Chapter 73

Yan Yibing slept at the club that day.

Everyone had drink quite a bit, listening to Sun Tianjiao narrate his life while trying hard to clear their minds.

Even in joyous moments, Sun Tianjiao didn’t forget to seize the opportunity to make some money.

He shared news of his birthday on Weibo, forums, Moments, and various platforms, then individually sent WeChat messages to the team’s main sponsors.

“Beautiful Sun Jie, it’s me, Tianjiao. I drank a bit too much today on my birthday, thinking about the pleasant cooperation we had with Qisheng this year. Just sending you a message, sorry for getting a bit sentimental.”

“Chen Ge, it’s me, Jiaojiao. It’s my birthday today, got a bit drunk. The kids keep praising Huachi whenever they mention the company. Let me express my gratitude to you. Got a bit sentimental, haha, hope you don’t mind.”

“Boss Song, I’m Jiaojiao…”

After taking care of each sponsor, Sun Tianjiao placed his phone on the table, leaned back on the sofa, hands folded behind his head, waiting leisurely.

Ding!

Ding ding!

Messages continuously popped up on WeChat, along with hard-to-ignore red packets and transfers.

Sun Tianjiao glanced over, his eyes dancing with joy. “Ah, the dads and moms really love me.”

Yan Yibing: “…”

He was just simmering with anger against Han Mo a moment ago, but now he found Sun Tianjiao’s antics amusing.

He always knew Sun Tianjiao was a remarkable manager.

Sun Tianjiao managed to make sponsors like him, willing to be friends with him, and even treated him as a clumsy and pitiful office worker, thinking he had a tough life.

Sun Tianjiao, a little tipsy, pushed his phone toward Yan Yibing, showing him the calls.

“Thanks for Sun Jie’s red packets, it’s quite extravagant.”

A total of five 200 yuan red packets.

“Wow, Brother Chen, I’m a bit embarrassed about this.”

This one directly transferred two thousand.

“Boss Song, I’d be happy with just a happy birthday wish. Looking forward to continuing our cooperation next year.”

This one was a thousand.

Going through them.

Sun Tianjiao’s eyes widened.

Yan Yibing was also stunned.

Sun Tianjiao repeatedly checked the digits on the transfer information.

“Zuzong, can you check if I miscounted?”

This one directly transferred 50,000 yuan.

That was 50,000!

Even the club owner didn’t dare to give him a red envelope with four zeros.

Yan Yibing also stared at those numbers for several times. Finally, he solemnly said to Sun Tianjiao, “Come on, what shady deal have you done behind our backs?”

Sun Tianjiao pouted, “If I really did something, it wouldn’t be just this.”

After saying that, he changed his expression, his eyes narrowing into a slit. “Bian ge, I feel a bit embarrassed. It’s not that I want the red packets; it’s just that I’m so happy working with you, and I wanted to express my feelings.”

【Bian Shu: Accept it, happy birthday.】

Sun Tianjiao happily tapped to receive the payment.

“Well, I won’t be polite then. We’re not the kind of people who beat around the bush. In the future, I’ll have the team members promote KIWI more! ”

Yan Yibing patted his shoulder, serious. “Hey hey hey, taking advantage of people, 50,000 is a bit too much, isn’t it?”

Sun Tianjiao thought for a moment, indifferent. “It’s okay, KIWI made a fortune this year. The stock price has soared, and I estimate that the year-end bonus for employees will be close to a hundred thousand. Boss Bian has always been generous.”

Yan Yibing snorted, “Fine, as you wish.”

Sun Tianjiao spread his hands, looking through his eyes, “Zuzong, where’s my gift?”

Yan Yibing sipped his drink, “Haven’t forgotten, left it at your doorstep.”

Sun Tianjiao, “With our relationship, you can’t be more stingy than Boss Bian, can you?”

Yan Yibing was puzzled, “What relationship do we have? Is it because you lure the young and ignorant me into playing esports?”

Sun Tianjiao blinked, bumped Yan Yibing’s shoulder, “Don’t be so heartless. We’re good brothers.”

Yan Yibing pushed him away, “Cut it out, you, a man, don’t come into my arms.”

Sun Tianjiao pursed his lips, “Tsk, you have to have a woman willing to come.”

Yan Yibing’s tongue swept across his lower lip, eyes quivering.

It seemed his physique didn’t attract women.

After sleeping at the club for a night, Yan Yibing woke up the next noon.

After freshening up and having lunch, it was already afternoon.

He called the club’s driver to take him to the league building.

When he arrived at the training room, barley water was already placed on his desk, and others didn’t find it strange.

But every time Yan Yibing saw barley water, he remembered the incident where Han Mo deceived him, so he raised his eyes and glared at Han Mo.

Han Mo: “?”

Throughout the entire day of training, Yan Yibing barely interacted with Han Mo.

But this sulking was kept in his heart, and in the game, they cooperated as necessary.

After training, Han Mo wanted to leave with him, but Yan Yibing had already booked a private car, so he went downstairs and went home early.

Han Mo didn’t catch up in time, only seeing the back of the car, no exhaust fumes trailing, maneuvering laboriously through the congested roads, not at all dashing.

He tilted his head slightly and chuckled softly.

Yu Yan casually placed his hand on his shoulder, sympathetically saying, “How did you offend our Young Miss again?”

Han Mo said lightly, “Who knows?”

In fact, he had some vague guesses.

Zero’s Sun Tianjiao was a gossip relay station, collecting gossip from all over and distributing it radially to creatures within a few meters.

Yan Yibing must have heard something from Sun Tianjiao.

Actually, Han Mo didn’t expect to keep it a secret for too long. He just hoped that the day his greedy motives were exposed would be further away, a bit further away.

His genuine disgust and anger towards Han Tang were real, but he was no longer the naive child who could be easily manipulated.

If Han Tang didn’t come looking for trouble, he didn’t have the time to bother.

But since Han Tang had set his sights on him, he couldn’t let himself be taken advantage of.

In fact, he knew a bit more than Sun Tianjiao.

Did Han Tang really like Zuo Yunshi?

Not necessarily.

What Han Tang liked was the reputation of the Zuo family, the connections of Zuo Yunshi’s father, and the assistance that the Zuo family could provide him in the early stages of entrepreneurship.

Essentially, Han Tang was someone who regarded emotions lightly but held himself in high regard.

Not only was Han Tang cruel to Bei Jingzhu, but he also didn’t treat his own mother well. When Han Mo’s grandmother was bedridden, it was Bei Jingzhu who had been in the hospital taking care of her. Han Tang had barely visited.

In the end, Bei Jingzhu, exhausted both mentally and physically, fell ill before Han Mo’s grandmother passed away.

However, because of this, Han Mo’s grandmother felt guilty towards Bei Jingzhu and was especially fond of Han Mo.

Before the old lady passed away, she forced Han Tang to make a will, leaving all the assets to Han Mo.

Han Tang made the will, but, of course, he could change it later. After all, the old lady couldn’t read and didn’t understand anything.

The old lady didn’t even know that, as joint property between Han Tang and Zuo Yunshi, it was impossible to leave everything to Han Mo.

But she insisted on that will, sealed it tightly with tape, and handed it to Han Mo personally in her dying moments.

Han Mo knew that if Han Tang casually wrote another will, his would become useless.

So, he sent a photo of this useless piece of paper to Zuo Yunshi.

Zuo Yunshi wasn’t really worried about her property being lost, but she definitely cared a lot about Han Tang’s attitude.

This will alone could shatter all her trust in Han Tang.

Han Mo didn’t need to know the details of how Zuo Yunshi would make a fuss, but just by seeing the malicious and cursing text messages Han Tang sent him, he knew his goal had been achieved.

Han Tang’s Weibo post hadn’t been deleted yet, but the purchase link seemed to have become inactive.

From now on, as long as Zuo Yunshi was around, Han Tang could forget about having any connection with him, let alone esports.

They were like all the completely unrelated people in this world, never needing to meet.

Yan Yibing, holding his breath, returned home only to find his parents packing their bags.

Yan Yibing was puzzled, “Are you going on a business trip again?”

His mother straightened up, took a breath, and wiped the sweat from her forehead, “Silly child, tomorrow is Chinese Valentine’s Day. Your father and I are going out to celebrate today and won’t be back tomorrow night.”

Yan Yibing had already forgotten about this, sourly saying, “Then what about me?”

His mother felt a bit guilty, “Should I order takeout for you?”

Yan Yibing said, “…Forget it.”

His mother hesitated, “Well… the mall and pedestrian street are lively today. If you have nothing to do, you can go out for a walk.”

Yan Yibing didn’t like crowds, especially not watching couples in pairs.

“I won’t go. Am I supposed to go out alone and feed the mosquitoes?”

Mama Yan frowned, sighing with some difficulty, “Then, watch a movie or go to bed early. It’s a pity, my son. If it weren’t for Chinese Valentine’s Day, we could have taken you with us.”

Yan Yibing grabbed an orange, peeling it as he asked, “Where are you guys going to play, anyway?”

Mama Yan shook her head in confusion, looking back at Papa Yan.

Taking the suitcase, Papa Yan covered Mama Yan’s lips mysteriously, “Shh, it’s a surprise. You’ll know when you get there.”

Mama Yan began to sweetly smile with her eyes squinting.

Yan Yibing: “……………..”

He watched his parents embrace each other and leave. Suddenly, the oranges in his mouth didn’t taste sweet anymore.

Sigh.

In the spacious villa, he was left alone.

Yan Yibing ordered fried chicken takeout, lounging in the living room, watching a popcorn movie, and eating fried chicken.

He wasn’t focused on the movie, as he had already seen all the good popcorn movies. This one wasn’t very interesting.

After lingering for more than two hours, the sky had completely darkened.

Yan Yibing stretched on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

So boring.

The house was silent, not a sound to be heard.

He sat up, glancing towards the kitchen.

The kitchen and the living room in his house were connected by sliding glass doors, allowing a view into the kitchen from the living room.

Through the kitchen window, he saw that Han Mo’s house was unexpectedly lit.

Yan Yibing hesitated.

Since it was so boring, why not find someone to vent his frustration on?

The matter of Han Mo deceiving him wasn’t over yet.

Looking around, Yan Yibing finally pulled out a back scratcher from under the coffee table.

Holding it in his hand, he weighed it for a moment, jumped off the sofa, pushed the door open, and went straight to the back of the building.

The night was calm, not a hint of wind outdoors.

It seemed even the heavens knew that tomorrow was an important day, and tonight, there would be many outdoor activities for couples.

At Han Mo’s doorstep, Yan Yibing unceremoniously knocked three times.

With a cold expression, he used the back scratcher to tap his own back while waiting.

After waiting for a few minutes, the door finally opened.

Han Mo hastily threw on some clothes, his hair still wet, and water droplets covered his clothes, forming dark-colored, algae-like patterns.

Upon seeing Yan Yibing, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he whispered, “I thought I heard it wrong.”

Yan Yibing’s gaze lingered on him for a moment. He lifted the back scratcher and pressed it against Han Mo’s chest, saying, “Having fun deceiving me? I thought you were being bullied by Han Tang and pitied you, but it turns out you’ve had tricks up your sleeve all along.”

Han Mo lowered his head, and glanced at the light yellow wooden claw poking against his chest, finding it somewhat cute, “So, is Master here to teach me a lesson?”

Yan Yibing looked up, his voice chilling, “Otherwise, what? Am I so easy to deceive? I pitied you excessively, and you must have felt pretty great being comforted by me for the past few days, didn’t you?”

Han Mo lifted his hand, grasping the little claw and rubbing it with his fingertip. The water droplets from his still-wet hair fell onto the polished floor.

“I was wrong, so how many times will Master hit me?”

Yan Yibing: “……”

Han Mo admitted his mistake too quickly, making the situation awkward for Yan Yibing.

If Han Mo wanted to argue, Yan Yibing could take the opportunity to quarrel a bit.

Did he really have to hit Han Mo now?

He couldn’t hit his face, couldn’t touch his arms and hands, and this back scratcher seemed a bit heavy… Would hitting cause problems?

This world really was a place for shameless people.

As Yan Yibing hesitated, Han Mo suddenly tugged on the little claw, pulling the unprepared Yan Yibing into the room.

Han Mo teased, “Master can vent however you want. I won’t fight back. It’s perfect; I just finished showering, and haven’t dried myself yet, so it might hurt a bit more.”

Yan Yibing’s gaze trembled, he suddenly pulled away the back scratcher, turned his face away irritably, and said, “Do you have to hide things from me? You have means to retaliate against Han Tang, but you didn’t tell me. Did you want me to think you were so pitiful?”

Han Mo blinked, his eyes deep, but his voice carried a hint of innocence, “Hmm, I wanted Master to think I was pitiful. That way, Master would treat me better and throw away those love letters.”

Yan Yibing felt a stifling sensation in his chest; he couldn’t express himself.

Han Mo wanted his favor and even felt jealous of those love letters.

This softened Yan Yibing’s heart a bit.

Although the behavior was beastly, the motive was somewhat pitiable.

Yan Yibing calmed his emotions. When he lifted his eyes, he suddenly noticed a difference in Han Mo’s living room.

The sofa and coffee table were replaced with a more beautiful and high-end brand. A light gray furry carpet covered the floor, a sizable one that probably cost several thousand.

On the opposite side of the sofa, a projector was set up, and a screen was hung on the wall.

Curtains had been installed, thick and heavy enough to block all external light sources.

Even the ceiling had changed. The monotonous light bulb had been replaced with a chandelier, a luxurious and beautiful style with more decorative value than practicality.

Han Mo’s home no longer looked like an unfinished house.

It became lively.

In such a short time, Yan Yibing didn’t know when it had started to change.

But it seemed to indicate that Han Mo was now looking forward to life.

“Your home… looks like this now?”

Han Mo nodded with a meaningful smile, “It looks better, more comfortable. Otherwise, no one would want to come.”

Yan Yibing raised an eyebrow, “Who do you want to come?”

Han Mo stared at him, “What do you think?”

Yan Yibing pointed at himself, half-joking and half-serious, “Me? Little brother, did you decorate your home just for me?”

Han Mo curled his lips, “Master is so delicate; of course, he should stay in a comfortable place.”

Yan Yibing retorted angrily, “Who’s delicate.”

Han Mo approached a bit, his eyes slightly lowered, falling on Yan Yibing’s fluctuating lip line.

“Actually, if Master doesn’t come to find me, I also want to go find Master.”

Yan Yibing snorted, “Looking for a fight?”

He raised the back scratcher again, keeping a distance between him and Han Mo.

Han Mo’s Adam’s apple moved slightly. Suddenly, he grabbed Yan Yibing’s hand, swung the back scratcher, and struck his own arm.

The wrist of an esports player was strong.

The skin on Han Mo’s arm turned pale at first and then gradually reddened.

Yan Yibing was startled.

“Damn!”

Han Mo didn’t blink and coaxed in a low voice, “Feeling better?”

Yan Yibing grumbled, “Are you sick?”

Rather than being concerned about venting, he was more worried about Han Mo’s arm.

Not sure if it was because Han Mo’s skin was fair, but the red mark was quite obvious; it probably wouldn’t fade away anytime soon.

Han Mo silently took the back scratcher from Yan Yibing’s hand and placed it on the shoe cabinet. He said softly, “I’ll go dry my hair. Master, accompany me to watch a movie. I have a newly bought projector, haven’t tried it yet.”

Yan Yibing muttered, “No.”

He had watched at home; he wasn’t interested now.

Han Mo: “I also bought a PSP. Want to play?”

Yan Yibing: “We’ve been training all day. Who wants to play games?”

Han Mo: “Hmm… I haven’t eaten. Keep me company for a bit.”

Yan Yibing frowned and said calmly, “You’ve already been hit. Let’s forget about your lies. I’m going home.”

Han Mo grabbed Yan Yibing’s wrist and didn’t let go, his eyelids drooping, “Don’t go. I’m bored. How about watching a sports game? I have beer here.”

“Why do you insist on me accompanying you?” Yan Yibing asked.

Han Mo replied, “It’s boring alone. Today, Han Tang called and scolded me. I blocked him, but he changed several numbers to harass me. If it continues, I might have to change my phone number.”

Yan Yibing said angrily, “That scumbag.”

As soon as Han Tang was mentioned, Yan Yibing suddenly couldn’t bear to refuse.

Although Han Mo had a way to deal with Han Tang, the fact that Han Mo was constantly being hurt was true.

Just because Han Mo learned to fight back didn’t mean he didn’t need comfort.

Yan Yibing grumbled, “Fine, let’s watch a game. I don’t drink snow beer.”

Han Mo said, “Okay, dark beer. Wait for me to dry my hair.”

Yan Yibing took off his shoes, stepped on the soft carpet, and bent over to touch the excellent leather sofa.

The taste was not bad.

It matched the aesthetic of young people.

Soon, Han Mo came out with a towel on his head, carrying four bottles of beer.

He placed the beer on the coffee table, used one hand to secure the towel, and wiped his hair randomly.

The collar of his clothes was crooked, soaked by water, and half of his shoulders were exposed.

His hair was tousled, defiantly standing up, and water droplets flowed down his face.

But it didn’t make him look sloppy; instead, it had a kind of wild and alluring charm.

Han Mo draped the towel around his neck, turned on the projector, connected the computer, and searched for a live broadcast of a sports game.

Yan Yibing pried open four bottles of beer, picked up one, and took a sip.

Actually, they didn’t watch football matches much on ordinary days, nor did they have much interest. But the feeling of drinking while watching was not bad.

The coffee table was a bit low, and while watching, Yan Yibing slid from the sofa to the carpet.

With one knee bent, leaning against the sofa, he absentmindedly sipped his drink, occasionally clinking glasses with Han Mo.

Annoyingly, the national football team was, as always, disappointing.

Although he didn’t have much hope from the beginning, he couldn’t help but curse a few words.

Han Mo’s hair had long dried, looking messy but stylishly so.

Yan Yibing said lightly, “Why are you looking at me? Watch the game.”

“Master looks better than the game,” Han Mo whispered.

Yan Yibing tapped his fingers, cleared his throat, and pretended to be casual. “Then hang my photo by your bedside.”

Han Mo retorted, “How do you know I haven’t?”

“…After the game, I’m going home.”

Yan Yibing didn’t plan to delve into that answer.

However, after the game ended, he didn’t manage to go home.

Han Mo kept finding various excuses to stop him from leaving, even brought out two more bottles of beer, and wanted to have a drinking contest with him.

Helplessly, Yan Yibing hesitated, and after drinking another bottle, he felt like his brain was floating.

The atmosphere was relaxed; he felt like he was leaning on cotton, even feeling a bit sleepy.

At twelve o’clock, the clock on the wall chimed heavily.

Yan Yibing was startled, waking up. By the light of the advertisement, he looked towards the wall.

“Darn, it’s already twelve… Ugh!”

While Yan Yibing wasn’t paying attention, Han Mo suddenly leaned over, hooked his neck, and kissed his lips.

Yan Yibing stiffened for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed. Just as he was about to resist, he suddenly heard Han Mo’s faint and fragmented whisper, “Happy Chinese Valentine’s Day, Master.”

Yan Yibing was momentarily stunned, and his resisting hand stopped.

Happy Chinese Valentine’s Day?

The alcohol-induced numbness in his brain made him feel like he was losing control of his senses.

He reluctantly responded to Han Mo’s lips, and the hand against Han Mo’s chest slowly slid down.

His palm landed on Han Mo’s waist, gently supporting, not exerting any force.

The kiss was delicate and tender, as if Han Mo wanted to kiss every inch of his lips.

The scent of alcohol mixed with the fragrance of shampoo made this kiss vaguely reminiscent of the taste of their first kiss.

Yan Yibing tilted his head slightly, his Adam’s apple tense, and his eyelids trembled violently.

His breathing gradually became rapid, his ear roots congested and turned red, and the ambiguous sound of water when lips and teeth touched made him feel even more embarrassed.

His heartbeat was more intense than he had imagined.

He could hardly hear the sound of the advertisement; all his senses and consciousness were occupied by Han Mo.

They sat on the carpet, leaning against the sofa, shamelessly kissing in the dim light of the screen.

Han Mo’s young body felt hot, and his palm unconsciously rubbed Yan Yibing’s back. With the curtains tightly closed, and the chandelier turned off, in this quiet and private space, only they were witnesses to each other’s love.

This was the first time Yan Yibing didn’t have the thought to scold Han Mo.

In his life, this was the first Chinese Valentine’s Day, the first Chinese Valentine’s Day someone anticipated, and tried every means to keep him.

Han Mo didn’t want to watch a football game, and didn’t want to drink beer. Han Mo was waiting for this midnight.

He was irresistibly moved.

So.

Just kiss.

Yan Yibing, carefully stuck out the tip of his tongue.

Author’s Message:

Han Mo: Happy Chinese Valentine’s Day, my baby.

Thank you for reading!