Although it had been raining continuously for the past few days, as soon as the sun came out, the temperature immediately rose.

But compared to the hot atmosphere inside the car, the scorching sun seemed much milder.

Mo Xin’s sweaty palm pressed against the car window, in a state of confusion and infatuation, the slightly damp handprint gradually stretched and deformed.

He kept calling Liang Qiuchi’s name.

Being called by him made Liang Qiuchi unable to control his emotions. Mo Xin lay on top of him, chuckling softly. He had finally won back a round from their “showdown” in the interrogation room last time.

Liang Qiuchi gently stroked his sweaty nape, nodded, and kissed his forehead, hoarsely saying, “This round doesn’t count. I’ll deal with you properly when we get home.”

Mo Xin lightly bit his collarbone, “Let’s go home now, and you drive.”

Liang Qiuchi picked up the T-shirt that had just been thrown onto the passenger seat, wrinkled and smelling musty, “Didn’t you bring me a change of clothes?”

“No,” Mo Xin reached into the back seat and took out a military coat, “Put this on for now.”

Liang Qiuchi glanced at the shoulder patch on it and shook his head, “Forget it, I’m all sweaty. Don’t want it to get dirty.”

Mo Xin moved to the passenger seat, pulled up his pants, Liang Qiuchi adjusted the seat, lowered the window, and slapped away Mo Xin’s hand reaching for the air conditioning.

“You’ll catch a cold. Bear with it until we get home and you can take a shower.”

Liang Qiuchi started the car, and as they entered the highway, the wind pouring into the car made them feel refreshed.

Mo Xin’s hand rested on the car window, sharing with Liang Qiuchi the news of Reinis’ dismissal and the federal reopening of the investigation into his father.

He spoke passionately, a rare display of excitement.

In contrast, Liang Qiuchi’s expression remained calm, with only the slight trembling of his fingers on the steering wheel revealing a hint of his true feelings.

He had been waiting for this day for nearly nine years.

Finally, he got the result he had been waiting for. Besides excitement, there was also a sense of relief in his heart.

He carried too much blood and tears on his shoulders, and achieving the initial goal finally didn’t let down the trust of those people.

“Qiuchi?” Mo Xin saw his lack of reaction and couldn’t help but wonder, “What are you thinking?”

Liang Qiuchi chuckled, “I’m thinking about what position to put you in later.”

Blushing, Mo Xin lowered the car window to the lowest and turned his head to look outside.

His voice was so low that it was barely audible and dispersed with a gentle breeze.

“I’m fine with anything.”

Liang Qiuchi couldn’t help but step on the gas pedal again.

Back at their residence, the two began kissing passionately as soon as they entered the garage.

As they walked, they undressed, and when they entered the bathroom, standing under the shower, warm water poured down on them, but it couldn’t extinguish their desire for each other.

In order to regain the dignity he had lost in the car just now, Liang Qiuchi refused to end it this time.

He held Mo Xin and tried various positions in front of the mirror, exhausting Mo Xin to the point where he could barely lift his hand.

Hooking his neck, Mo Xin kept pleading with Liang Qiuchi in his ear, asking him to let him cum.

After drying him off, Liang Qiuchi didn’t even wrap him in a towel but put him directly into bed.

He followed suit and crawled in, first earnestly examining Mo Xin’s tattoo. “You’ve recovered well.”

Mo Xin nestled in his arms, found a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and sounded hoarse, exhausted.

“I’ll sleep for a while, hold me ge, don’t leave.”

Liang Qiuchi tightened his arms, hugged him from behind, and pecked him twice behind his neck. “Go to sleep, I won’t go anywhere.”

The two fell asleep chest pressed against back, sleeping soundly after the hard work of recent days.

Midway through, Mo Xin turned over and continued to sleep facing Liang Qiuchi.

Liang Qiuchi was awakened by his movements.

Looking at the face in front of him, he still felt a somewhat unreal feeling in his heart.

He couldn’t help but think, if on the snowy day last year, Mo Xin hadn’t taken the risk to take that step towards him, would he have been sentenced to death by the military court with regret?

Maybe.

Perhaps it was because heaven saw him suffering too much that it sent Mo Xin to save him from the fire and water.

How fortunate he was to have Mo Xin’s wholehearted love and favor?

Liang Qiuchi’s eyes gradually deepened, and if he continued to look, he might not be able to resist waking Mo Xin up for another round.

But seeing the tiredness under his eyelids, Liang Qiuchi sighed lightly, quietly withdrew his hand, and went downstairs barefoot to drink a glass of cold water.

Halfway down the stairs, he froze on the spot.

In the lobby on the first floor, Vincent, Wu Yahui, and Pei Ji were sitting in a circle, with more or less paper notes on their faces, holding playing cards in their hands, and playing Landlord enthusiastically and silently.

When they heard movement at the stairs, all three of them turned their heads.

Wu Yahui’s gaze shifted down, staring unabashedly at Liang Qiuchi’s open sleeping robe, raising her eyebrows and whistling.

Vincent widened his eyes in surprise, suddenly straightened up, and threw out two cards as if they were hot.

Pei Ji chuckled and tapped the table, reminding Vincent, “Yoo, I’m playing a 3, do you really have to throw out a trump card? You scared me.”

Vincent simply put all the cards in his hand into the pile, blushing, and said, “I admit defeat, I’m not playing anymore.”

Pei Ji stopped teasing him and threw his cards as well. Then he looked up and greeted Liang Qiuchi, who was coming downstairs, “Liang, you’ve lost weight.”

Liang Qiuchi tightened his robe, went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water, and when he turned around, he was calm and composed.

“Pei ge, why are you here?”

He walked to the table, pressed down Vincent, who wanted to stand up and give up his seat, then pulled a chair and sat next to him.

Pei Ji said, “Of course, I’m here to see you.”

Naturally, Liang Qiuchi didn’t believe him.

Pei Ji looked at him with a smile, “I really came for you. Otherwise, even if you gave me a million, I wouldn’t want to set foot in San Lorenzo.”

Wu Yahui smiled and echoed, “Really, how else do you think you could get out so quickly?”

A hint of surprise flashed in Liang Qiuchi’s eyes.

He was released early, but it turned out to be Pei Ji who was behind it.

Pei Ji said, “It took a bit of effort to arrange this, consider it as repaying the life-saving debt you did for me that year.”

Liang Qiuchi’s heart trembled slightly. He knew that Pei Ji had connections within the federal government, but he had never thought deeply about it.

He was different from ordinary prisoners. To get him released early, the relationships that needed to be smoothed out from top to bottom were definitely more than just bribing a warden or judge.

And as someone from the Lugo faction, Pei Ji had always been at odds with the Federation. Now, he could accomplish this, which indirectly reflected how corrupt and rotten the Federation had become.

Rotten to the core.

But regardless, Liang Qiuchi still had to thank Pei Ji.

Pei Ji waved his hand and said, “No matter what the result of your father’s reinvestigation is, the Federation will probably announce the revocation of all charges against you in the next few days. From now on, you will be an ordinary federal citizen, no longer subject to arrest warrants. Of course—”

He shifted the topic, leaning in to look at Liang Qiuchi, “I hope you can come back to Lugo. As I said before, as long as you are willing, after I die, Lugo will be under your leadership.”

Liang Qiuchi pondered for a moment and still chose to refuse.

But he phrased it very tactfully.

“I want to rest for a while. These years have almost drained all my energy.”

“Qiuchi…” Wu Yahui wanted to advise him, but Pei Ji interjected with a teasing tone, “I think it’s General Mo who’s going to drain you dry, right?”

Wu Yahui: “…”

Vincent: “…”

Liang Qiuchi also laughed along, “That’s fine, bring it on.”

Just as they were laughing, footsteps came from behind again. Hearing the hurried steps, Liang Qiuchi was worried that Mo Xin was angry and had come downstairs for him. He put down the water bottle and stood up to call him.

But he saw Mo Xin rushing over in an oversized shirt.

The hem of the shirt barely covered his ass, and his long and fair legs were straight. His collarbone and chest were covered with hickeys, arousing imagination.

Vincent quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again.

In just a few minutes, he had received too much stimulation.

However, Mo Xin had no time to greet the unexpected guests downstairs. He shook his phone and said to Liang Qiuchi, “I just received news. Reinis refused arrest. I need to go.”