Chapter 49

Under Song Wenzhou’s silent consent, Mu Chi became even bolder. Simply touching his hair was clearly no longer enough to satisfy him.

After licking the cat’s head, Mu Chi moved on to the cat’s ears. The small, delicate ear flaps and the translucent ear lobes had turned red, and the temperature kept rising under the touch of the dog.

The cat’s ears were thin and soft, and the dog especially liked lingering there, wishing he could keep his mouth on the cat’s ear forever. However, the grooming continued, with the cat lifting his neck to make it easier for the dog to clean his fur.

The fur around the cat’s neck was the thickest, and this particular cat had a particularly long neck. The dog spent a long time licking it thoroughly, leaving no corner untouched. By the time he finished, the cat’s neck was damp all around.

Perhaps the grooming was tiring, as the dog was panting heavily. He now had his head resting on the cat’s shoulder, his eyes closed for a brief rest.

After resting, the dog was ready to continue, but the cat began to struggle.

“Wait a moment.”

The water in the pot had been bubbling for a while, and if it wasn’t stopped soon, it would evaporate completely.

Song Wenzhou opened the package of noodles and said, “Let go, I’m going to cook now.”

“Cook? Alright.” Mu Chi obediently released his hands from around Song Wenzhou’s waist.

The next moment, Song Wenzhou instinctively tensed his body. “…”

He turned around and gave Mu Chi a fierce glare.

Mu Chi looked innocent. “Didn’t you say so yourself?”

Song Wenzhou, struggling, gritted his teeth and asked, “Do you still want to eat?”

Mu Chi, feeling sorry for his clenched teeth, smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Of course,” he said, pressing his lips against the teeth that were causing Song Wenzhou to grit them.

—

The moonlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, casting a beam of light onto the bedroom floor. The light gradually faded until it disappeared.

When dawn broke, the sounds in the bedroom finally ceased, leaving only two shallow breaths.

The light that had once been moonlight now shifted to sunlight, and as the sun began to slope toward the west, the light quietly crept up to the pillow, brushing against the sleeper’s face.

Song Wenzhou felt the warmth on his face as he slept. He turned over, burying his head into the blanket, and reached out to the side, feeling only a little residual warmth.

Slowly opening his eyes, Song Wenzhou found that Mu Chi was no longer on the bed. A sudden sense of loss rose within him, and his sleepiness vanished as a result.

He hadn’t felt lost for even half a minute when the bedroom door quietly opened. A fluffy head peeked in through the gap, its naturally curly hair a messy tangle.

Mu Chi crept over to the bedside and met Song Wenzhou’s clear gaze.

“You’re awake,” he said casually, sitting down on the bed and leaning over to plant a kiss on Song Wenzhou’s lips.

“What time is it?” Song Wenzhou’s voice startled him with its raspy tone, which made him flinch.

Mu Chi handed him the water from the nightstand and replied, “It’s almost three o’clock. If you hadn’t woken up, I was going to wake you up myself.”

Song Wenzhou stretched, feeling the soreness in his muscles. After drinking the water, he coughed for a while before regaining his voice.

He had slept until now—thankfully, it was Sunday and he didn’t have to work.

Mu Chi, with a proud and affectionate smile, gazed at him and said, “Haven’t exercised in a long time, huh? You must have been exhausted last night.”

Song Wenzhou closed his eyes briefly, not wanting to answer. Last night, he had wanted to rest, but the person in front of him had kept saying “Okay” while pulling him in another direction to continue.

Mu Chi pretended not to notice the reproach on Song Wenzhou’s face and cheerfully said, “Sit on the bed for a while, I’ll bring in a small table with your food.”

“No need,” Song Wenzhou threw off the covers and got out of bed. He wasn’t in such a bad state. “I’ll go wash up first.”

After drying his face, Song Wenzhou scooped a small amount of cream and haphazardly applied it to his face.

He expected to see a tired man in the mirror, but whether it was due to good sleep or something else, his skin appeared glowing, fair with a hint of pink!

When Song Wenzhou finished washing up and came out, Mu Chi had already set up the meal, filling half the table. Judging by its appearance, it was all made by Mu Chi.

When he saw Song Wenzhou, Mu Chi hurriedly called out, “Come here, quickly drink this bowl of fish soup first.”

The crucian carp soup was thick and milky, and the temperature was just right. Song Wenzhou finished it in one go.

While he drank, Mu Chi kept adding dishes to his bowl, and by the time he finished the soup, his bowl was stacked with vegetables.

“…” Song Wenzhou quickly stopped him, “That’s enough! I can’t eat anymore! Why did you make so many dishes?”

“Hehe.” Mu Chi smiled foolishly. “It’s been a long time since I had a chance to cook for you. I made too much today, but I’ll control the amount tomorrow.”

“Huh?” Song Wenzhou chewed the beef in his mouth slowly, then decided to tease Mu Chi. “Tomorrow? Who says I’m going to eat your food tomorrow?”

Mu Chi froze for a moment before quickly realizing, and said, “Hey, Zhouzhou, last night you did all sorts of things to me. You don’t want to take responsibility, do you?”

“I did what to you…” The mention of last night made Song Wenzhou upset—he was even being blamed for it!

Wait, Mu Chi hadn’t finished yet. “You were the one who said you wanted to properly pursue me. I hadn’t even formally agreed, and you already tricked me into your house and onto your bed. You took care of me the whole night, and now you’re making me get up early to go to the market and cook for you. And then you put on your pants and say this? How could you…”

Song Wenzhou was stunned, listening for a while. It sounded more and more absurd, so he quickly interrupted, “Stop! Enough with ‘someone else’! Do you have no shame?”

“No,” Mu Chi said shamelessly, “I just need you to say one thing.”

“What… what thing?”

“Are you going to take responsibility for me or not?”

“…R-Responsibility! Is that enough?”

Mu Chi reluctantly nodded, “Although your tone is impatient, as long as you take responsibility, that’s all that matters.”

Song Wenzhou sighed deeply in his heart. He really shouldn’t let desire drive him.

After finishing the meal, Song Wenzhou rested at home, while Mu Chi went back to the penthouse apartment to pack some daily essentials.

Before leaving, Mu Chi quickly kissed Song Wenzhou on the lips, humming a cheerful tune as he changed his shoes. Song Wenzhou couldn’t shake the feeling that the tune had a triumphant undertone.

Mu Chi, after all, was a businessman who had started his own company before finishing college. In just a few years, he had grown “Musong Media” into what it was today—he was sharp and calculating.

From the moment he suggested coming to Song Wenzhou’s apartment last night, Mu Chi had already planned to move in here. He originally thought that Song Wenzhou had his own principles and wasn’t yet willing to move back to the penthouse, but he really wanted to see him every day and night. If the mountain won’t come to me, I’ll go to the mountain. So, he boldly stayed here, thinking that with Song Wenzhou always meeting his requests lately, he wouldn’t get kicked out.

It was unexpected that he and Song Wenzhou became intimate so quickly last night, but it made sense given the situation. With the two of them alone in such a convenient environment, it would have been strange if he could have held himself back after holding back for so long.

Actually, it wasn’t just about him. He felt like Song Wenzhou was also having a hard time controlling himself. Otherwise, why would he have let him succeed so easily? The expression on Song Wenzhou’s face when he was aroused last night… Tsk tsk, just thinking about it made him stand up.

Pause. Mu Chi braked at the red light. Continuing to think would not be good for traffic safety.

Ah, he had been so ruthless last night. He wondered if tonight he’d have another chance to invite Song Wenzhou for some more “exercise…”

No, he had to come up with a good reason so that Song Wenzhou couldn’t refuse!

“Achoo!” In the apartment, Song Wenzhou adjusted his collar.

He wasn’t sure if it was because he had been naked for too long last night and caught a chill, but his back felt cold.

—

Mu Chi successfully moved in with Song Wenzhou. Every day, he insisted on picking him up and dropping him off from work, buying groceries, cooking, and serving him in bed, as if he had returned to the old days when he took care of everything for Song Wenzhou.

But in reality, Song Wenzhou hadn’t asked him to do any of these things!

Song Wenzhou had suggested that they take turns: one day he would pick him up, the next day Mu Chi would, one day Mu Chi would cook, the next day Song Wenzhou would take him out to eat, one day Mu Chi would serve him, the next day Song Wenzhou… well, that one was dismissed.

Unfortunately, Mu Chi refused.

There was no particular reason for his refusal, other than that he was afraid. If Song Wenzhou was the one driving, he was worried that the steering wheel might end up taking him back to the penthouse.

Actually, his worry was a bit unnecessary. Not only had Song Wenzhou never thought about that, even if he did drive him back, wouldn’t Mu Chi just run back again? Or even lock Song Wenzhou there?

After all, first time is always awkward, but he had already figured out how to squeeze into the apartment a few days ago. Doing it again would be even smoother.

What’s more, the two of them had been spending almost every night together, which had led to Song Wenzhou being far more tired during the day at work than before, leaving him with no extra energy to play these cat-and-mouse games with Mu Chi.

One day, Song Wenzhou finished packing his things after work, but when he stood up, he accidentally twisted his waist. He hissed in pain and stood still, massaging it for a while before pushing open the office door to walk out.

Only two team members remained working outside. Song Wenzhou briefly chatted with them, and when he arrived at the elevator, he ran into some colleagues from other departments. Their work often overlapped, and they were quite familiar with each other.

The colleagues greeted him warmly and suddenly said with a smile, “Team Leader Song’s love life seems pretty stable.”

Song Wenzhou nodded with a smile and modestly replied, “It’s fine.”

Although he never advertised his private life, he never concealed it either. He had been in a relationship with Mu Chi when he joined the company, and over the years, his colleagues had certainly seen Mu Chi come to pick him up several times, but they never commented on it. After all, the company valued his work ability, and as long as it didn’t affect his work, whether he liked men or women was nobody’s business.

Song Wenzhou kept his work and personal life separate, maintaining the appropriate relationship with his colleagues—social but not distant, not overly intimate. This was the first time someone had discussed his love life directly in front of him.

It must have been because Mu Chi had been appearing so often at the company entrance these past few days.

At that moment, the elevator reached their floor, and Song Wenzhou and his colleague entered. The elevator doors slowly closed, and the smooth surface of the elevator reflected their figures.

Song Wenzhou took a closer look: “!!!”

Damn it.

It turned out it wasn’t because Mu Chi had been showing up frequently, but because…

This morning, while washing up, Song Wenzhou noticed red marks on his collarbone in the mirror. Angrily, he turned around and kicked Mu Chi’s calf before heading back to the bedroom to change into a shirt with a higher collar.

When sitting, he always felt the shirt’s collar was too high and uncomfortable around his neck, so in the office, he had unbuttoned the top two buttons. However, when he left earlier, he had forgotten to rebutton them…

No wonder his colleagues had said something about his love life being stable. Damn it, he was going to go back and give Mu Chi an earful.

A muscle in Song Wenzhou’s forehead twitched. Now that it was just the two of them in the elevator, any movement would only draw more attention to it.

He closed his eyes deeply, deciding to act like he hadn’t noticed.

The elevator ride felt painfully long, and Song Wenzhou couldn’t focus on what his colleague was saying. Fortunately, his colleague was heading to the parking lot, so as soon as they reached the first floor, Song Wenzhou quickly said goodbye and hurried out of the elevator.

Once outside the office building, Song Wenzhou tried to appear natural as he single-handedly buttoned his shirt. Mu Chi was leaning against the front of the car, smiling at him with a calm expression.

How dare he smile!

With a stiff face, Song Wenzhou walked over, not even looking at Mu Chi as he opened the passenger door. Song Wenzhou climbed into the back seat himself.

Mu Chi: “???”

Did he just run into some unreasonable client? He thought, completely unaware that he was the root cause of the problem.

Ashamed to tell Mu Chi that his colleagues had seen the hickeys on him at work, but not wanting to give Mu Chi a good face, Song Wenzhou said nothing more than a few words at a time during the drive. He mostly responded with “Mm” or “Oh” to get by.

It wasn’t until Song Wenzhou repeatedly avoided Mu Chi trying to feed him, refused to let Mu Chi hug him while watching TV, and didn’t let Mu Chi dry his hair after a shower, that Mu Chi finally started to realize that Song Wenzhou’s mood today seemed to be directed at him.