After answering, Chen Qi muttered to himself inwardly, See? Last time, I put the information right in front of him, and he wouldn’t look at it. But now he’s checking it anyway—sooner or later, he had to.

Is this what they call fate?

Ji Yunzhi, in a daze, vaguely heard Mo Xuchen say his name and forced his eyes open to look at him.

“Husband, were you calling me?”

Mo Xuchen: “…”

“No. Go back to sleep.”

“Oh… but I just heard you say my name.”

“No, I didn’t. Shut your mouth and sleep.”

Ji Yunzhi couldn’t get comfortable no matter how he lay. Dizzy and disoriented, he nestled tightly into Mo Xuchen’s arms.

“Husband, I can’t sleep… my head hurts so much.”

“Serves you right. Who told you to drink?”

Though his words were harsh, Mo Xuchen’s hands obediently began massaging Ji Yunzhi’s temples.

Chen Qi glanced in the rearview mirror and nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of his boss’s actions—his expression was as if he’d seen a ghost in the middle of the night.

Ji Yunzhi pouted and whimpered pitifully, “It tasted awful…”

“And they bullied me…”

As he spoke, large teardrops rolled down his cheeks. He buried his face in Mo Xuchen’s chest, silently crying.

Mo Xuchen felt his shirt quickly dampen from Ji Yunzhi’s tears. The scalding heat made his heart clench. He patted Ji Yunzhi’s back and said stiffly, “Alright, stop crying.”

“I’ll deal with them for you.”

After waiting a while without a response, Mo Xuchen frowned in confusion.

He cupped Ji Yunzhi’s face and lifted it from his chest, only to find… the man had tear tracks on his cheeks but was now sleeping like a log.

Mo Xuchen stared at Ji Yunzhi’s long lashes, and suddenly, his fingers itched. He reached out and flicked them lightly.

Seeing Ji Yunzhi frown slightly in discomfort, he quickly withdrew his hand.

Hmm… kind of cute.

…

Jinse Bay.

Mo Xuchen carried Ji Yunzhi to bed, had Chen Qi bring a basin of warm water, then waved him off.

“Go rest.”

Chen Qi: “!!!”

The boss is personally taking care of someone again!

“Understood, President Mo. I’ll take my leave.”

Just as Chen Qi was about to leave, Mo Xuchen called him back.

“Have several sets of clothes prepared in his size and delivered here.”

Chen Qi maintained his professional composure on the surface, but the moment he closed the bedroom door, he screamed internally.

He’s serious! President Mo is actually serious!

Preparing clothes for Ji Yunzhi—and multiple sets at that! This is practically setting him up to stay long-term!!!

…

Mo Xuchen wrung out the towel and gently wiped Ji Yunzhi’s face and hands, then applied medicine to his injuries.

Just as he was about to leave after tucking him in, the man on the bed suddenly woke up, looking ill.

Ji Yunzhi covered his mouth, his brows furrowed as he struggled to sit up.

Mo Xuchen took one look at him and asked, “You gonna puke?”

Ji Yunzhi nodded weakly, then flung off the covers and stumbled toward the bathroom.

Seeing how unsteady he was, Mo Xuchen strode forward and carried him there instead.

He watched as Ji Yunzhi slumped over the toilet, vomiting violently, his own brows knitting together in concern.

Just how much did he drink to end up like this?

What Mo Xuchen didn’t know was that Ji Yunzhi had only had one glass—but it was a particularly strong one…

Once Ji Yunzhi was done, Mo Xuchen helped him up, rinsed his mouth, and carried him back to bed.

He sat by the bed for a while, making sure Ji Yunzhi was fine after vomiting, then sighed softly and returned to his own room.

In the middle of the night, Ji Yunzhi woke up needing to use the bathroom. After coming out, he belatedly realized where he was.

By now, he was mostly sober, though his head still ached slightly. He tugged at his clothes, sniffed them, then pinched his nose in disgust.

“Ugh, so stinky…”

He slipped into the bathroom, took a shower, and came out wrapped in a robe.

Climbing back into bed, he tossed and turned for a long time but couldn’t fall asleep.

Because his stomach was growling loudly. Too hungry to sleep… so hungry…

He sat up for a while, then made a bold decision.

Digging into the pants he’d just taken off, he pulled out some cash, spread it on the bed, and counted it—twenty-six hundred-yuan bills.

Ji Yunzhi pulled out six of them, bit his lower lip, then put two back.

After some thought, he put back another two.

He neatly tucked the remaining twenty-four bills under his pillow, then happily clutched the last two hundred yuan. Turning on his phone’s flashlight, he tiptoed to the bedroom door.

Ji Yunzhi peeked his head out first, checking left and right to make sure no one was around before quietly stepping out.

Just as he reached the stairs, Mo Xuchen emerged from his room—originally intending to check on Ji Yunzhi, only to find his door open and no one inside.

After searching the room and finding no trace of him, Mo Xuchen strode downstairs to look.

He spotted Ji Yunzhi standing in front of the open fridge, his face scrunched up in indecision. The corner of Mo Xuchen’s lips curved slightly.

He stayed where he was, watching to see what Ji Yunzhi would do next.

Ji Yunzhi looked at the two hundred yuan in his hand, then at the milk and bread in the fridge, muttering to himself:

“If I leave money, it doesn’t count as stealing, right?”

Just as he convinced himself and reached for the bread, he pulled his hand back, his face twisting in conflict.

“But if I don’t tell my husband, and he doesn’t know… then it is stealing…”

He glanced down at the money in his hand and let out a long sigh, staring longingly at the bread in the fridge as he swallowed hard.

So hungry…

He poked the bread and whispered, “Hey, bread… are you hungry?”

“Don’t worry, once my husband wakes up, I’ll eat you!”

“Once I eat you, I won’t be hungry anymore.”

Mo Xuchen pressed his lips together to stifle a laugh, then walked over. “Hungry?”

“AH—GHOST!!!”

Ji Yunzhi had been entirely focused on the bread and hadn’t noticed Mo Xuchen approaching. The sudden voice startled him so badly he nearly jumped out of his skin.

Mo Xuchen: “…”

Expressionless, he flipped on the lights, nearly laughing in exasperation.

“Do I look like a ghost?”

Ji Yunzhi covered his eyes with his hands. Wait, that voice sounds familiar…

Peeking through his fingers, he saw it was Mo Xuchen and immediately beamed, throwing himself into his arms.

“Husband, you scared me half to death!”

Mo Xuchen poked Ji Yunzhi’s forehead, pushing him back slightly. Noticing the faint clean scent on him and the robe he was wearing, he asked,

“You showered?”

Ji Yunzhi nodded cheerfully, then clung to him again, wrapping his arms around Mo Xuchen’s waist and tilting his head up.

“Husband, smell me—don’t I smell nice now?”

Mo Xuchen’s gaze swept over Ji Yunzhi’s face, catching the fresh scent of soap on his skin. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.

If anyone else had said something like that, it would’ve been considered blatant flirting.

But when it came from Ji Yunzhi?

That was a different story entirely.