Chapter 32

After the wedding ceremony, the newlyweds linked arms and sent off each guest one by one.

Mu Chi and Song Wenzhou, as long-time friends of the groom, naturally stayed until the last batch of guests.

Before leaving, Qi Ling pulled Mu Chi aside for a private conversation, and Song Wenzhou, with the bride, could only awkwardly stand at the door, staring at each other in silence.

He and Bai Anzhu weren’t very familiar. Although Qi Ling and Bai Anzhu had known each other since high school, it wasn’t until they both got into the same university that they became a couple.

Song Wenzhou and Qi Ling had stayed relatively close after Mu Chi went abroad, but after high school, they each went to different schools, only seeing each other a few times during winter break. Occasionally, Qi Ling would bring Bai Anzhu along when they hung out, and that’s when Song Wenzhou got to know her, though they didn’t talk much.

Later, after Mu Chi returned to the country, he had more contact with Qi Ling, and as a result, Song Wenzhou saw Bai Anzhu more often.

However, Song Wenzhou was a more reserved person, and Bai Anzhu wasn’t very talkative either. Once Mu Chi and Qi Ling left, the two of them were left awkwardly sitting together, as if competing to see who would speak up first to start a conversation.

A few minutes later, Qi Ling returned with a big grin on his face, and Mu Chi was also smiling as he turned to Song Wenzhou and said, “Let’s go.”

Song Wenzhou was actually a bit curious about what they had talked about, but after giving it some thought, he had decided not to ask about Mu Chi’s matters. If Mu Chi wanted to tell him something, he would bring it up on his own, so he nodded and left the wedding venue first.

By the black Audi, Song Wenzhou stopped Mu Chi, who had instinctively walked toward the driver’s seat, saying, “Give me the keys, I’ll drive.”

Mu Chi, realizing this, handed the keys over to Song Wenzhou’s hand, feeling sober and almost forgetting the plan he had imagined earlier.

“Then drive carefully,” Mu Chi said, pressing his temple playfully, “I’m feeling a little unwell, not sure if I’ll get motion sickness.”

“…” Song Wenzhou was speechless, “Mm.”

Once in the car, Song Wenzhou played along, softly saying, “If you’re feeling unwell, just rest for a bit.”

Mu Chi obediently slouched in his seat, tilting his head toward Song Wenzhou. His tone was lazy but strong as he said, “I might be drunk.”

“Oh,” Song Wenzhou responded indifferently while skillfully turning the car around.

Mu Chi stared intently at Song Wenzhou’s profile, tracing the contours of his face with his gaze. While feeling fond, he was somewhat dissatisfied with his response and pouted, grumbling a few times.

Song Wenzhou noticed his expression in the rearview mirror, thought for a moment, and then asked, “What should we do?”

Mu Chi narrowed his eyes. Since he wasn’t really drunk, he couldn’t make any “unreasonable” requests like he used to, but thinking about the awkward situation between them and the stimulating sight of Qi Ling and his wife’s affectionate interaction at the wedding, he genuinely felt a little wronged. His voice softened a few degrees as he said, “I don’t know.”

Although Song Wenzhou couldn’t tell what exactly Mu Chi had been thinking, he could sense the change in his mood. After thinking for a few seconds, he said slowly, “When we get home, you can have a cup of honey water.”

Mu Chi tilted his chin up, as if throwing caution to the wind, and said, “Then you make it for me.”

—

Mu Chi’s first time being drunk… or rather, the first time he got drunk after being with Song Wenzhou, happened the day Song Wenzhou rushed into the private dining room to find him.

At that time, Mu Chi had just signed his first business collaboration. He had forced himself to stay conscious while sending off several big bosses. Once he returned to the private room, he let go of his responsibilities and collapsed into a chair.

He mumbled to himself for a long while, then, relying on muscle memory, dialed Song Wenzhou’s number. Ignoring the worried questions in the phone, he focused on saying sweet words.

Fortunately, every time Mu Chi went out, he would let Song Wenzhou know where he was going, and this time was no exception. When Song Wenzhou heard that Mu Chi sounded a bit out of it, he immediately came from school to find him. Otherwise, it would have been pointless to ask a drunk person questions all night.

At that time, Mu Chi was just a senior in university, being pressured by a group of seasoned businessmen to drink several high-proof shots of liquor. After Song Wenzhou dragged him out of the restaurant, they went straight to the hospital.

Back then, neither of them had a car, and Song Wenzhou had to put in a lot of effort.

On the way back from the hospital to the rented apartment, the two of them sat in the backseat of a taxi. Mu Chi restlessly leaned on Song Wenzhou’s shoulder, his natural curls brushing against Song Wenzhou’s neck, making it itch. But Song Wenzhou didn’t push away the fluffy head.

With Song Wenzhou’s indulgence, Mu Chi rubbed against him even more enthusiastically, complaining of feeling unwell.

Song Wenzhou’s fingers ran through his hair, gently combing his curls, not caring what the driver might think. He patiently soothed him, “Hang in there, when we get back, I’ll make you honey water.”

“Then make it for me,” Mu Chi said.

“Alright,” Song Wenzhou answered readily, “I’ll make it for you.”

Mu Chi, half-conscious and half-drunk, laughed a few times and leaned into Song Wenzhou’s ear, whispering, “I’ve already got you.”

Song Wenzhou finally glanced at the driver in front, feeling a bit guilty, then lightly tugged at Mu Chi’s scalp, murmuring a low “Mm.”

—

“Then make it for me,” Mu Chi repeated his request.

Song Wenzhou blinked twice, softly replying, “Okay.”

“I’ll make it for you.”

The rest of the way, there was no more conversation. Mu Chi got the answer he wanted and contentedly squinted his eyes, gazing at Song Wenzhou’s profile for a long time, almost staring a flower onto his face.

Meanwhile, Song Wenzhou, while waiting for the green light, remembered some past events:

That night, after returning to the rented apartment, he made Mu Chi honey water as promised. Mu Chi had made progress in his career, and with Song Wenzhou by his side taking care of him, he was genuinely happy, his mood lifted.

Half of the honey water went into Mu Chi’s stomach, while the other half was fed to Song Wenzhou. Although it was meant to relieve the effects of alcohol, the honey water seemed to make Mu Chi’s drunkenness even stronger, and it ended up making Song Wenzhou drunk as well.

The remaining half jar of honey wasn’t spared either, as they both spread it on various parts of themselves, finishing it all.

—

The car pulled into the underground parking garage, and when Mu Chi thought about Song Wenzhou coming home with him, he couldn’t wait to get out of the car. But Song Wenzhou, in the driver’s seat, was lingering, and only after Mu Chi urged him did he get out with a strange expression.

Mu Chi didn’t think much of it, assuming Song Wenzhou was feeling “shy about returning home,” worried he might back out. Without saying anything more, he pushed him into the elevator.

As the elevator ascended, two other residents from different floors entered when they reached the first floor. Song Wenzhou took a couple of steps back, casually leaning against the inner wall.

He looked past the heads of the people in front of him, staring at the changing floor numbers. When they passed the halfway point, the two residents left, and Song Wenzhou and Mu Chi continued upward.

Song Wenzhou had always lived on the top floor, which Mu Chi had specifically chosen to avoid any disturbances from neighbors, ensuring the quality of their shared living situation.

After exiting the elevator, Song Wenzhou took a half-step back, following Mu Chi into the apartment. As Mu Chi opened the door, Song Wenzhou couldn’t help but reflect.

This apartment was the first property Mu Chi had bought, using the first money he earned from the collaboration he secured the night he got drunk and went to the hospital.

The apartment wasn’t just a place where he had lived for many years, filled with countless memories, but also held many unsaid words from Mu Chi.

The collaboration Mu Chi had worked so hard to secure led to follow-up projects that he fully immersed himself in, eventually breaking into the entertainment industry with a perfect project.

Soon after, Mu Chi established his own company—Musong Media.

On the day they registered the Musong Media trademark, Mu Chi thought that good things always came in pairs, so he also bought the property, planning to move Song Wenzhou in as soon as he graduated.