Han ShaoZhou rushed back to the apartment, only to find Mo Ming sitting alone on the living room sofa, his hands and the area under his nose stained with blood. A few drops of blood had fallen on his silk pajamas, seeping into the white fabric, making the scene look alarmingly serious. Han ShaoZhou took a deep breath, feeling his heart tremble as he gently cupped Mo Ming’s face, anxiously asking, “How did you suddenly start having a nosebleed?”
Mo Ming replied in a small voice, “Because ShaoZhou-ge scolded me…”
“…”
During his earlier “lesson” Han ShaoZhou hadn’t even said a harsh word to him. His attitude had been a bit cold, but nothing close to what could be called “scolding.”
Besides, was there even a connection between a nosebleed and this?
“Change your clothes; I’m taking you to the hospital.” He didn’t want to waste time talking, especially with all the bloody tissues on the table making his heart clench.
“It’s okay, the bleeding’s already stopped.” Mo Ming smiled obediently at Han ShaoZhou. “Now that ShaoZhou-ge is back, it’s all better.”
“…”
Mo Ming reached out to hug Han ShaoZhou, who was standing in front of him. Sitting on the sofa, his face was buried in Han ShaoZhou’s abdomen. “ShaoZhou-ge, please don’t be mad at me anymore…”
Looking down at the head nestled against him, Han ShaoZhou tilted his head back and took a deep breath.
“Change your clothes, we’re going to the hospital.”
“It’s really not necessary, ShaoZhou-ge, I…”
“Be good.”
Mo Ming looked up at the serious, handsome face above him, pursed his lips, and reluctantly released Han ShaoZhou to go to the bedroom and change.
In the car, the driver kept his eyes on the road.
In the backseat, Mo Ming clung to Han ShaoZhou’s arm, his chin resting lightly on Han ShaoZhou’s shoulder as he gazed at him with soft eyes. Han ShaoZhou, on the other hand, stared expressionlessly out the window, his lips pressed into a thin line, his stern profile etched with a cold edge.
Mo Ming snuggled closer, his soft lips nearly brushing against Han ShaoZhou’s sharp jawline as he whispered, “ShaoZhou-ge, aren’t you going to look at me?”
Han ShaoZhou remained silent.
Mo Ming, feeling dejected, closed his eyes and rested his head on Han ShaoZhou’s shoulder, no longer speaking.
It was only then that Han ShaoZhou discreetly glanced at the person resting on his shoulder. Mo Ming’s lips were slightly pursed, his brows furrowed just a little, as if he were feeling wronged.
Late at night, there weren’t many tests the hospital could run.
After a series of limited checks and a detailed consultation, the doctor concluded that the nosebleed was likely caused by overconsumption of supplements.
Han ShaoZhou suddenly remembered the thick soup he’d made for Mo Ming that morning. Not knowing how to properly prepare the various tonic ingredients that had been sent over, he had simply tossed everything into one pot, boiling it down into a concentrated broth.
Could this be his fault?
As they left the hospital, Han ShaoZhou acted like a stern guardian, his face expressionless as he ordered, “Come back tomorrow morning to complete the tests. Let me know if there’s nothing wrong.”
His tone was cold, and he didn’t slow his pace. Mo Ming had to quicken his steps to keep up. When Mo Ming tried to take his hand, Han ShaoZhou pulled away and walked even faster.
Mo Ming ended up clutching the hem of Han ShaoZhou’s coat, following him closely with his head down.
Han ShaoZhou suddenly stopped short, causing Mo Ming to bump into him. Rubbing his forehead, Mo Ming looked up to meet Han ShaoZhou’s stern gaze before quickly lowering his head again.
“Do you think that just because I took you to the hospital, everything that happened tonight is forgotten?” Han ShaoZhou asked sternly. “Have you even thought about what you did wrong?”
Mo Ming was silent for a few seconds. “Is it because I didn’t show respect to ShaoZhou-ge’s friends?”
Han ShaoZhou was taken aback.
That hadn’t even crossed his mind… What respect did those spoiled brats deserve?
“No.” Han ShaoZhou replied.
Only then did Mo Ming slowly lift his head, frowning in thought for a few seconds before saying, “I shouldn’t have spoken to Mr. Wen like that… I’ll be more careful in the future.”
“Is it always about others for you?”
“…Huh?” Mo Ming looked confused. “Isn’t that the reason?”
A cold wind blew all around them.
Han ShaoZhou noticed how thin Mo Ming’s clothes were and hesitated for a moment before turning back toward the car.
Mo Ming quickly followed.
This time, Han ShaoZhou sat in the front passenger seat, leaving Mo Ming alone in the back.
As the car started, Mo Ming leaned forward between the front seats, trying to get closer to Han ShaoZhou. Annoyed, Han ShaoZhou pressed his head back and snapped, “Do you have a death wish? Sit properly.”
Mo Ming finally settled down, sitting quietly in the backseat. He glanced at Han ShaoZhou, then lowered his head and stared at his toes, lost in thought… If the effort required to maintain this relationship outweighed the benefits of being in it, what was the point of staying together?
This man had treated him so well over the years. If he was truly causing Han ShaoZhou distress, then he really was sorry.
Mo Ming raised his head slightly, his body relaxing as he was about to speak when Han ShaoZhou’s phone suddenly rang.
Mo Ming silently closed his mouth…
Han ShaoZhou answered the call—it was Zhao Cheng.
Zhao Cheng had had quite a successful night. Although Han ShaoZhou had left early, Zhao Cheng had still managed to get the entire group to his club, where they racked up a hefty bill, all of which Yang Guan generously covered. In addition, several of the rich kids had signed up for membership, making all the effort he’d put into organizing the dinner worthwhile.
The night was still young, and the group was still drinking at his club.
But Zhao Cheng also mentioned that after leaving ZuiJu Lou, Wen Ci had gone straight home and hadn’t joined the others at his club.
“You left in a huff tonight, and it took some work to smooth things over… By the way, do you want to give Wen Ci a call? I’m not sure how you feel about him now, but at the very least, you’re still friends. Otherwise, it’ll be awkward next time you see him.”
“I’ll handle it myself.”
“So, should we invite Wen Ci next time when Qin Ge and the others are back? Just us, without that idiot Yang.”
“No need. We’ll see.”
“Hey, Han…” Zhao Cheng hesitated for a few seconds before asking, “Are you really still with Mo Ming?”
“I made it clear at the restaurant tonight. Stop trying to give me ideas. I’m perfectly aware of what I’m doing.”
“Then I’ll take that as a sign you’ve wised up. Honestly, that’s how a man should be. I’ve got no respect for guys who grovel.”
“…”
“By the way, do you think Mo Ming is upset tonight? Oh, right, you said he wouldn’t get mad at you.” Zhao Cheng laughed. “He’s probably secretly hurting right now. Didn’t he cry to you?”
Han ShaoZhou frowned, glancing discreetly at Mo Ming through the rearview mirror… The little guy was sitting there, picking at his fingers, his expression unreadable.
“What would he have to be upset about?”
“Come on, Han, think about it. Mo Ming loves you so much, and tonight he saw you having dinner with your old flame. How do you think that made him feel? Being your little lover, he probably doesn’t even have the guts to question you, so he’s just quietly suffering.”
“…”
“And you didn’t see how Mo Ming looked standing in front of Wen Ci tonight. Damn, I’ve never seen him like that before—he looked like he was ready to fight a rival.”
“…!!”
The realization hit Han ShaoZhou like a ton of bricks, instantly clearing the fog of frustration that had clouded his mind all night!
No wonder, no wonder!
The answer was so simple, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of it. Mo Ming had been acting cold toward him because he was jealous… He might have been deeply hurt tonight but had kept it all to himself without a word of complaint. It wasn’t Mo Ming’s fault; he was just feeling a little bitter.
Han ShaoZhou’s expression became incredibly complex as he looked at Mo Ming again through the rearview mirror… The little guy was staring out the window, looking forlorn and dejected.
And Han ShaoZhou had actually gotten mad at him, even threatening to break up.
“Hey, Han, are you listening to me?”
“Zhao Cheng.” Han ShaoZhou said seriously, “You know what? That mouth of yours is actually useful sometimes.”
“Huh?”
Han ShaoZhou didn’t chat with Zhao Cheng for long before hanging up.
Mo Ming in the backseat was about to say something when Han ShaoZhou spoke first, “You don’t need to say anything. I already know.”
Mo Ming: “…”
“To be honest, the main reason I got mad tonight was that you went straight to playing on your phone when we got into bed without even saying a word to me.” Han ShaoZhou said.
Mo Ming blinked, finally processing this, and explained in a small voice, “I thought ShaoZhou-ge was asleep…”
“Well, since that’s understandable, I won’t hold it against you.” Han ShaoZhou said. “Just be more careful next time.”
Mo Ming could hardly believe it. He looked at Han ShaoZhou with wide eyes, his lips trembling slightly as he asked, “ShaoZhou-ge, you’re not mad at me anymore?”
“Did you learn your lesson?”
Mo Ming nodded quickly.
“Then we’re done with this.”
Back at the apartment, as soon as the door closed, Mo Ming turned around and hugged Han ShaoZhou’s waist.
With his face buried in the crook of Han ShaoZhou’s neck, Han ShaoZhou had to tilt his head back slightly. His hands were in the pockets of his slacks, and he stood there, allowing Mo Ming to hold him as he laughed, “What’s this? Did I scare you tonight?”
Mo Ming lifted his head slightly, his dark eyes shining with a captivating brightness. He didn’t answer Han ShaoZhou’s question directly. Instead, he quietly said, “ShaoZhou-ge, I want to kiss you…”
Han ShaoZhou’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he chuckled softly. He walked over to the living room sofa and sat down, beckoning to Mo Ming, “Come here, come sit with me.”
Mo Ming obediently ran over.
Han ShaoZhou leaned back lazily against the sofa and patted his thigh. “Come on, sit on my lap. You can kiss me as much as you want.”
Mo Ming’s eyes sparkled with joy as he straddled Han ShaoZhou, kneeling on the sofa with his legs on either side of Han ShaoZhou’s hips, making him taller than Han ShaoZhou by a head.
Han ShaoZhou hadn’t expected Mo Ming to be so bold… He had only anticipated that Mo Ming would sit quietly in his lap.
Looking up at Mo Ming’s beautiful face, now illuminated by the light from above, Han ShaoZhou found his breath catching. He placed his hands gently on Mo Ming’s waist.
Mo Ming studied Han ShaoZhou’s face intently, his fingers tracing the sharp lines of his eyebrows and jawline. But the deep, almost heartbreaking affection in his eyes made Han ShaoZhou smile. “So you’re really just into my looks, huh? Is that it?”
Mo Ming didn’t say anything, just continued to gaze at him with that same deep, tender expression. From this angle, he could see Han ShaoZhou’s face more clearly than ever… He still couldn’t understand why they looked so alike.
If he missed out on this man, he might never find someone who resembled him as closely…
Han ShaoZhou was starting to feel a bit hot under Mo Ming’s intense, wordless scrutiny. He patted Mo Ming’s waist and urged, “Weren’t you going to kiss me? Go on, I’m all yours, kiss away.”
Mo Ming closed his eyes and leaned down, kissing Han ShaoZhou’s forehead, his brows, the corners of his eyes… inch by inch, as if his lips were caressing him with the utmost tenderness.
He knew that every day from now on could be his last with this man. He had no regrets, really… He just wanted to hold on to this feeling as tightly as he could.
To be awake and to be lost in a dream were just a step apart, but the difference in feeling was like night and day. These three years had been more than enough for him; he was truly satisfied.
He was deeply grateful to Han ShaoZhou, truly…
“I bought ShaoZhou-ge some clothes before, but I never got around to giving them to you. Would you like to try them on now?” Mo Ming asked, looking up.
“You even bought me clothes?” Han ShaoZhou raised an eyebrow. “You really want to take care of everything for me, don’t you?”
“Can I, ShaoZhou-ge? I just… want to see you wear them.”
“Alright, alright, let’s try them on.”
A black turtleneck sweater, paired with a khaki long coat—the size Mo Ming had bought fit Han ShaoZhou perfectly.
Under the light, the tall, handsome man seemed to shed his usual carefree demeanor, gaining an air of refined elegance. Even the sharp contours of his face seemed to soften, taking on a warmer, more reserved quality.
Mo Ming couldn’t take his eyes off him, staring blankly at the familiar figure before him. He wrapped his arms tightly around himself, his eyes filled with awe.
Han ShaoZhou didn’t usually like wearing turtlenecks—they felt uncomfortable around his neck. He reached up to tug at the collar, but then noticed Mo Ming standing in front of him, looking at him as if he were the most precious thing in the world.
Startled, Han ShaoZhou stopped pulling at the collar.
He glanced down at the clothes he was wearing, then back at Mo Ming, frowning slightly. “Do I really look that good?”
Mo Ming nodded, his eyes slightly misty but still smiling. “You look amazing, ShaoZhou-ge. This is the best you’ve ever looked.”
Han ShaoZhou, satisfied with the compliment, sat back down on the sofa. Before he could say anything, Mo Ming had already climbed into his lap, just like before.
“So eager.” Han ShaoZhou chuckled. “So, tonight…”
“ShaoZhou-ge, don’t talk.” Mo Ming cupped his face, kissing him to silence him, then whispered as if coaxing him, “Tonight, don’t make a sound, okay? Not a single sound.”
“Then you—”
“I’ll do the moving.”
Han ShaoZhou’s breath caught, his voice coming out slightly hoarse. “Okay.”
…
Han ShaoZhou’s shirt was almost completely intact as he leaned back on the sofa, experiencing a level of pleasure he hadn’t felt in the past three years.
Afterward, Mo Ming was exhausted. When Han ShaoZhou tried to coax him into continuing after carrying him to the bed, Mo Ming refused, stubbornly wrapping himself in the blankets. Then, out of nowhere, his nose started bleeding again, which scared Han ShaoZhou out of his wits.
Once the bleeding was under control, and after cleaning him up in the bathroom, Han ShaoZhou scolded, “I told you not to drink all those tonic soups like they were water.”
Mo Ming, tired and sleepy, clung to Han ShaoZhou, mumbling in a small voice, “But they taste good…”
Han ShaoZhou suddenly remembered the concentrated tonic soup he’d made for Mo Ming that morning and sighed deeply. “Fine, but we’ll have to limit how much you drink from now on.”
The night finally quieted down.
The person in his arms slept soundly, but Han ShaoZhou was still replaying the earlier passion on the sofa in his mind. That side of Mo Ming had been so irresistible, it almost drove him wild.
Mo Ming’s unusual behavior tonight only confirmed that Wen Ci’s presence had indeed made him feel a sense of unprecedented crisis, especially after Han ShaoZhou had mentioned breaking up.
This desperate attempt to please him was just Mo Ming’s way of trying to stay by his side.
Although Han ShaoZhou enjoyed Mo Ming’s newfound enthusiasm, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness watching him go to such lengths.
If Mo Ming was constantly living in fear of being abandoned, his life would be far from happy.
“Xiao Guai…” Han ShaoZhou called softly to the person in his arms. He was completely relaxed, holding the little guy like he was the most precious thing in the world.
Mo Ming murmured in his sleep, as if talking in a dream.
“Tonight’s gathering was organized by Zhao Cheng. It was just a get-together with some old friends to welcome Wen Ci back.” Han ShaoZhou explained, gently pinching Mo Ming’s cheek as he watched him sleepily open his eyes. “We were just having a normal friend gathering.”
Mo Ming responded with a soft “Mm” and was about to bury his face back in Han ShaoZhou’s chest when Han ShaoZhou gently lifted his chin, forcing him to look up.
“Are you upset that I didn’t step in at the restaurant?” Han ShaoZhou asked seriously.
In fact, he hadn’t fully understood what was happening at the time. By the time he and Zhao Cheng had arrived on the scene, it had seemed like Wen Ci and Mo Ming were the ones “facing off” against each other—Wen Ci trying to smooth things over, and Mo Ming refusing to back down. In that situation, no one would have thought Mo Ming was being bullied.
Of course, it was only later, after they had returned to the private room, that he had pieced together from the conversation that it had indeed been Shen XiXi and her brother who had been throwing their weight around.
Mo Ming looked up at Han ShaoZhou, a sleepy, tender smile on his lips. “I never get mad at ShaoZhou-ge…”
“Really?”
“Mm, I’m so content just being by ShaoZhou-ge’s side. If I were to get angry, I’d be ungrateful.”
“…”
Han ShaoZhou’s expression grew complicated.
He hadn’t realized how much this love had humbled Mo Ming in front of him. He couldn’t imagine how desperate Mo Ming would be if they really did break up one day.
Three years… and he had unwittingly become Mo Ming’s entire world.
**
Morning…
Outside, a light rain was falling off and on.
Han ShaoZhou was in a good mood, humming a tune as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, shaving. The buzzing of the electric razor filled his ears, but it didn’t stop him from admiring his reflection in the mirror.
He had never paid much attention to his face, usually only grooming himself a little before important events… But it seemed that Mo Ming was particularly fond of his face. Every time they got close, Mo Ming would kiss his face over and over, and last night, he couldn’t get enough, as if he enjoyed kissing his face more than the act itself, using it to express a burning love. The more he thought about it, the more he liked what he saw in the mirror. After all, Mo Ming was so beautiful, his taste couldn’t be bad.
He had inherited this face from his mother, but his grandfather used to say that his face actually resembled his mother’s twin brother more, his uncle who had died in the same accident as his parents. He had grown to look even more like him as an adult. But Han ShaoZhou didn’t think so. He’d heard from his grandfather that his uncle had been quite the charmer back in the day, and after his death, his grandfather had secretly hoped that he might have left behind a child somewhere.
But Han ShaoZhou didn’t think he had that kind of charm. He still thought he looked more like his mother. She was an absolute beauty and had always doted on him.
That morning, Han ShaoZhou didn’t go to the office. Instead, he personally took Mo Ming to the hospital for a full check-up to find out what had caused the nosebleed.
The conclusion was still that it was due to excessive consumption of tonic supplements.
In the hospital corridor, Han ShaoZhou stood with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a rolled-up paper with the test results. He tapped Mo Ming on the shoulder, reminding him that he either had to stop drinking the ginseng soup or limit himself to one dose a day.
Mo Ming tried to explain, “But it tastes really good. An occasional nosebleed isn’t a big deal.”
“If you get another nosebleed, I’m taking it all away. No more snacks either.”
Mo Ming frowned, finally muttering softly, “ShaoZhou-ge can’t be so bossy.”
Han ShaoZhou huffed. “Objection overruled.”
Back at the apartment, Han ShaoZhou went straight to the room where they stored the tonic and snacks and pulled out the key.
Holding the key in his hand, Han ShaoZhou said to Mo Ming, “Go get today’s portion. One dose. I’m locking the door.”
Mo Ming went in and grabbed a half-human-sized red box, turning around and heading out with it. Han ShaoZhou reached out to grab the box, but Mo Ming quickly darted away.
Han ShaoZhou chased him to the bedroom, where Mo Ming clutched the box to his chest like a pillow. Han ShaoZhou rolled up his sleeves and lunged at him, and after two rounds on the bed, Han ShaoZhou pinned Mo Ming’s hands above his head, completely overpowering him.
“With your little bit of skill, you think you can take me on, huh?” Han ShaoZhou chuckled. “I could take on a bunch of guys like you ten years ago.”
Mo Ming turned his head away in defiance. “These days, it’s all about brains, not brawn.”
“Oh, so you’re not giving up, huh?” Han ShaoZhou leaned down, kissed the corner of Mo Ming’s mouth, and laughed. “Look at you, being all stubborn. Do you really think you have the smarts for that?”
Unable to break free from Han ShaoZhou’s grip, Mo Ming simply stopped struggling. “ShaoZhou-ge is bullying me…”
“Is that a complaint or a request? If it’s a request, I’ll take off my pants right now.”
“ShaoZhou-ge, you’re shameless.”
“…”
In the afternoon, the rain stopped.
Han ShaoZhou went to the office. That evening, he had to attend a charity auction in a neighboring city, so he wouldn’t be back.
After his afternoon nap, Mo Ming received a message from the pet shop owner, along with a photo of the puppy he had dropped off the night before.
Xiao Han had been cleaned up, and its wounds had been bandaged. The shop owner informed Mo Ming that it was a golden retriever puppy.
Mo Ming zoomed in on the photo… Hmm, still ugly, with its head drooping, looking nothing like the lively puppy he had found the night before.
The pet shop was just outside the apartment complex, so Mo Ming decided to drop by.
As soon as Xiao Han saw Mo Ming, it perked up and started barking excitedly, its whole body wagging as it tried to get to him.
“This little guy only acts like this around you.” the shop owner laughed. “When my girlfriend was bathing it, it just lay there like a pancake, with no energy at all.”
“…” Mo Ming was surprised. “You recognized me?”
He’d been wearing a mask the whole time he was there.
“I recognized you last night. I’ve seen you a few times when you came out to buy breakfast. I can recognize those eyes of yours anywhere, even with a mask on.” The owner was adding dog food to a bowl for a Schnauzer in a nearby cage, not even turning around as she spoke. “My girlfriend used to watch that historical drama you were in all the time, and I watched a bit with her. I’ve got a sharp eye for these things. For big stars like you, once I’ve seen you, I can recognize you no matter how well you’re covered up. There are quite a few celebrities living in our complex—I’ve spotted several besides you.”
The owner seemed used to this sort of thing.
Since the conversation had reached this point, Mo Ming gently pulled down his mask and smiled slightly. “I’m not exactly a big star.”
The shop owner turned to look at Mo Ming. “You’re quite the handsome guy, much better looking in person than on TV. You might not be a big star now, but you definitely will be.”
“Thanks for your kind words.”
“But you know, there’s a real superstar who recently moved into our complex.” The shop owner said, “He came by my store last time to buy dog food, wearing a hat, mask, and scarf, but I recognized him right away. It was Gao Chen.”
Mo Ming was standing by the cage, poking at Xiao Han’s nose. When he heard this, he turned to look at the shop owner. “Gao Chen?”
“Yeah, the singer.”
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