Mo Ming quickly got off the bus and saw Han Shao Zhou not far behind it. Han Shao Zhou was wearing a dark-colored down jacket, with the cashmere scarf Mo Ming had given him wrapped around his neck. His hands were tucked into his pockets, his posture relaxed yet confident. Standing under the dim glow of a streetlamp, he softened as he watched Mo Ming run toward him.
Crunching through the snow with each step, Mo Ming jogged up to Han Shao Zhou and immediately wrapped his arms around his neck, his eyes lighting up with a smile that spread like fireworks.
Feeling warmth bloom inside him, Han Shao Zhou bent down to support Mo Ming, lifting him up and holding him close to his chest.
After stealing a couple of quick kisses, Han Shao Zhou teased him, “You were all worried this morning about how it might look if I came, and now you can’t hide how happy you are?”
Mo Ming gently traced his fingers along Han Shao Zhou’s brows, murmuring softly, “I couldn’t help it once I saw you…”
Han Shao Zhou noticed Mo Ming’s left hand was bare. “Why aren’t you wearing your ring?”
“I left it in the hotel room. I’ll put it on when we get back.”
“In the future, when you’re with me, you have to wear your ring. Look, I’m wearing mine.”
Mo Ming chuckled, “Got it, Shao Zhou.”
Worried about being seen and not wanting to be disturbed, Han Shao Zhou carried Mo Ming toward a secluded area of the park. The vast amusement park was eerily quiet, with hardly a soul in sight. A few lampposts dimly lit the path, just enough to make out the surrounding structures.
“How did you get in?” Mo Ming asked.
“This park is a project developed by Shengda. I just had to make a call at the gate to get in,” Han Shao Zhou replied, noticing the hint of worry in Mo Ming’s eyes. He chuckled, “Don’t worry, your show’s crew doesn’t know.”
As a reward, Mo Ming kissed the corner of Han Shao Zhou’s lips. Han Shao Zhou, enjoying the affection, continued, “As long as you don’t make me mad, I’ll listen to you on all the little things.”
Mo Ming nodded obediently.
Behind the towering Ferris wheel, in the shadow of the flowerbeds, the two shared a deep kiss, only breaking apart when the show’s staff contacted Mo Ming to let him know the game had ended and it was time to head back to the hotel.
Having just promised to listen to Mo Ming on the little things, Han Shao Zhou didn’t insist on Mo Ming riding with him.
After a long day of exhausting games, the group was too tired to go out for dinner, so they agreed to have a meal together after the entire show was filmed. Back at the hotel, most assistants had already prepared dinner for their artists, delivering it to their rooms. A few energetic ones grouped together to head to the restaurant, and Cheng Jing came by to invite Mo Ming out for a meal. Mo Ming declined, lying that his assistant had already bought him dinner.
Mo Ming changed into dark clothes and left his room, only to bump into Wen Ci just stepping out of the neighboring room, with Shen Xixi standing by his door. They were also about to head out for dinner.
Wen Ci greeted Mo Ming and kindly invited him, “Since we’re all going to eat, why don’t we go together?”
“Thanks, but I already have plans with a friend.”
Just as Mo Ming was about to leave, Wen Ci called out to him again.
Wen Ci’s eyes landed on Mo Ming’s left hand. “That’s a beautiful ring.”
Mo Ming didn’t shy away and politely nodded, “Thank you.”
“A ring on the left middle finger usually means you’re in a relationship or engaged,” Wen Ci said with a meaningful look. “Are you in love again?”
Mo Ming didn’t answer, instead mentioning that his friend was waiting for him, and quickly walked away… He wasn’t aware of these traditions; he only remembered that Han Shao Zhou had put the ring on that finger for him.
Watching Mo Ming’s retreating figure, Wen Ci frowned slightly.
To avoid running into his colleagues, Mo Ming chose a restaurant farther from the hotel for dinner with Han Shao Zhou.
When they left the restaurant, it was nearly 10 PM.
No matter how much Mo Ming tried to persuade him, Han Shao Zhou was dead set on sharing a bed with him that night.
“It’s so late; there’s no way your show’s crew is still monitoring you,” Han Shao Zhou said in the car, kissing Mo Ming’s ringed finger and coaxing softly, “I’ll leave early in the morning before your coworkers are up. I’ve already compromised this much—can you really send me away?”
Mo Ming: “…”
The hallway was quiet…
As soon as they exited the elevator, Mo Ming pulled Han Shao Zhou along, walking quickly.
Han Shao Zhou held back a laugh, amused by how sneaky Mo Ming was acting, as if they were having an affair, but also finding it thrilling.
After a quick shower together, Han Shao Zhou lay comfortably in bed, holding Mo Ming.
“How about a quick round? Just one,” Han Shao Zhou murmured, kissing Mo Ming. “I’ll be gentle. It won’t affect your filming tomorrow.”
Mo Ming whispered, “Once we start, we won’t be able to stop…”
“We will, little darling. Be good.”
Mo Ming’s brows furrowed in concern, his lips pursed as he softly said, “If you really want to, then…”
“Alright, alright, we’ll do as you say.” Han Shao Zhou, unable to resist that pitiful expression, quickly pulled Mo Ming into his arms, gently stroking his hair and soothing him. “We won’t do anything. Look at you, so upset—I’m not forcing you.”
Mo Ming lifted his head, looking at Han Shao Zhou with concern in his eyes. “But isn’t this really hard for you?”
Han Shao Zhou couldn’t help but laugh. “What else can I do? I’ll just have to endure it.”
Mo Ming stared at Han Shao Zhou’s face, lost in thought for a few seconds, before seriously suggesting, “You could… rub against me if you want?”
Han Shao Zhou, gazing at the innocent face in his arms, took a deep breath, his voice turning husky and urgent as he patted Mo Ming’s waist. “Then turn around, little darling…”
Just as things were getting heated, Mo Ming’s phone suddenly chimed with several notifications, indicating messages in a group chat.
Pinned under Han Shao Zhou, who was clinging to him like an overly enthusiastic puppy, Mo Ming managed to free one hand and fumble for his phone.
It was a message from the Mystery Chase workgroup chat. The director had announced that staff members would be conducting short interviews with each guest in their rooms in ten minutes.
The group chat exploded with complaints, but since they were being paid for the full three days, everyone reluctantly accepted the task after venting their frustrations.
Mo Ming’s heart raced as he set his phone down and scrambled to get up.
“Get up, Shao Zhou, quickly! The crew is coming to interview us,” Mo Ming urged.
In the heat of the moment, Han Shao Zhou clung tightly to Mo Ming, unwilling to stop. “Wait a minute, darling, I’m not done yet…”
Mo Ming pushed Han Shao Zhou away, sitting on the edge of the bed to dress as quickly as possible. “We only have ten minutes! Get dressed and take the stairs down.”
When Mo Ming turned back, he saw Han Shao Zhou still lying in bed, his face dark with frustration.
“Stopping now is like torture,” Han Shao Zhou muttered, grinding his teeth in frustration. Knowing Mo Ming wouldn’t cooperate any further, he rolled over, retreating into the covers to handle things himself.
Before the ten minutes were up, there was a knock at the door.
Mo Ming felt his breath catch.
The staff outside were respectful of the guests’ privacy, politely saying through the door, “Take your time, Mr. Mo. We can wait until you’re ready.”
Going from passion to restraint was tough, and even after some effort, Han Shao Zhou wasn’t getting anywhere. Desperate, he begged Mo Ming for help, only to be yanked out of bed by Mo Ming.
Han Shao Zhou stood there, stark naked, clutching his clothes, and couldn’t help but laugh at the urgency in Mo Ming’s actions. “Why the rush? How about I join you for the interview?”
Mo Ming didn’t respond, pushing him behind the curtains, only to find that the bottom of the curtains exposed his feet. The bathroom, separated from the bedroom by a glass wall, was completely visible. Panicking, Mo Ming dragged Han Shao Zhou to the wardrobe.
As Han Shao Zhou watched Mo Ming open the wardrobe, he scoffed, “You wouldn’t dare…”
Mo Ming mustered all his strength and shoved him inside.
Han Shao Zhou, seething with anger, clung to the edge of the wardrobe, trying to get out, but Mo Ming cupped his face and kissed him back inside.
The hands gripping the wardrobe frame gradually loosened one by one.
“Honey…” Mo Ming whispered hoarsely, “Please wait for me, okay?”
Han Shao Zhou’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “…Okay.”
Just as Mo Ming was about to close the wardrobe, Han Shao Zhou reached out and grabbed him again.
“That sounded so sweet,” Han Shao Zhou smiled. “Say it again, and I’d be willing to stay in here all night.”
“Honey…” Mo Ming didn’t hesitate, leaning in to give Han Shao Zhou another kiss. “You’re the best husband ever…”
As the wardrobe door closed, Han Shao Zhou sat contentedly in the dark, cramped space, a smile tugging at his lips.
The best husband ever…
Damn, he has a sweet mouth.
Han Shao Zhou gently pushed the wardrobe door open a crack and saw that Mo Ming had already tidied up the bedcovers, making them look neat and untouched.
Mo Ming opened the door to let the staff in, then sat on the sofa a short distance from the bed. The interviewer took a seat across from him, and a cameraman with a camera stood by.
The questions mostly revolved around the intense moments during the escape room challenges earlier, likely to be edited into the final broadcast. Mo Ming answered calmly, without hesitation, cooperating fully.
From his vantage point in the wardrobe, Han Shao Zhou watched Mo Ming’s calm, handsome profile, his mind drifting back to the night at the film set or that evening at the restaurant when he saw another side of Mo Ming—sharp, calm, and almost ruthless. He often found himself daydreaming about those moments, captivated by how surprisingly alluring it was.
Maybe he should drop by the set more often, Han Shao Zhou mused, already considering his schedule for tomorrow.
It seemed he might have some free time in the afternoon to visit the show’s control room.
“Thank you very much, Mr. Mo, for your responses,” the interviewer said with a smile. “We also have a few fan-submitted questions for each guest. Don’t worry; they’re just everyday questions to satisfy your fans’ curiosity…”
Mo Ming nodded. “Sure, go ahead.”
The interviewer switched to a different card and read the question. “So, Mr. Mo, what’s your favorite thing to do? Traveling, reading, watching movies…”
“Watching fireworks,” Mo Ming replied.
“Fireworks? It seems Mr. Mo is quite the romantic,” the interviewer remarked with a smile.
Fireworks?
Han Shao Zhou furrowed his brow, suddenly recalling how Mo Ming had always asked him to watch fireworks together on his birthdays over the past few years… He’d always known Mo Ming liked them, but he hadn’t realized they were his favorite.
Setting up a fireworks display wouldn’t be too difficult…
“Now, for the second question: Mr. Mo, what are your hopes for the future?”
“I haven’t thought about the future,” Mo Ming said calmly. “I’m just trying to maintain the status quo for now.”
“So, you’re satisfied with your current work and life?”
Mo Ming nodded. “Yes.”
Han Shao Zhou’s lips curved into a smile… He wasn’t surprised by Mo Ming’s answer. Knowing Mo Ming knew he was hiding in the wardrobe, he wouldn’t be bold enough to tell the interviewer he wanted to marry him right then and there.
“The third question: Mr. Mo, would you say you’re more rational or emotional?”
“Half and half.”
“Fourth, a fan wants to know: Mr. Mo, do you think you’d be a good stay-at-home husband after marriage? For example, taking the initiative with cooking, household chores, and caring for your partner…”
“No,” Mo Ming answered honestly. “I’m not good at cooking, I don’t like doing chores, and I hate taking care of others.”
The interviewer was taken aback… Did he really just say that on camera?
“Well, what if your future partner wants you to cook for them and take care of them?”
“Then we’d get a divorce…”
After a pause, Mo Ming felt his answer was too harsh and softly added, “But there won’t be a divorce because I wouldn’t marry someone like that in the first place.”
Han Shao Zhou couldn’t believe what he was hearing… In the past three years, Mo Ming had always been eager to take care of him. Every time he visited, Mo Ming would prepare a feast, and Han Shao Zhou remembered that Mo Ming knew how to cook quite a variety of dishes. His culinary skills were comparable to those of professional chefs.
So, was this answer a lie?
After thinking it over, Han Shao Zhou decided it didn’t matter whether it was true or not. After all, once they moved to the villa in Champagne Hill, Mo Ming wouldn’t need to worry about household chores.
All in all, marrying him was the right choice.
Author Note:
Han Shao Zhou’s sweet moments end with this chapter.
At the current pace, there will be a breakup in about three chapters.
