AM Chapter 22

22 Unable to be angry, unable to speak

22 Unable to be angry, unable to speak

Dial the phone again—hung up—dial again—hung up again—dial again—

“The subscriber you dialed is powered off.”

Chen Mo threw his phone away. Unsurprisingly, the newly applied privacy screen protector cracked again.

Slowly, he squatted down, picked up the phone again, and used his fingertip to touch the most densely cracked pattern.

The texture was very rough, making him uncomfortable.

At 11:22 PM, Chen Mo drove his new car, registered less than half a month ago, on a night road for the first time.

He relied directly on showing his face to the security guard, successfully entered the villa area, and parked his car in front of the villa that was no longer related to him.

The villa’s gate password was still the old one. Liang Jingren probably couldn’t be bothered to change it… he was still completely unguarded against him.

Actually, when the car drove in, Chen Mo noticed that the villa had no lights on. He assumed that no one was inside, but he still had to go there in person to see.

He walked into the dark villa, looked around using the light shining in from the large floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor, and then went upstairs.

He walked through all three floors, turning on every light, but Chen Mo didn’t see a single person.

However, in the corner of the kitchen, he found something that shouldn’t have been there—a transparent flower-arranging bucket.

When he saw the flower-arranging bucket, Chen Mo immediately thought of the bouquet of roses he had given to Liang Jingren. Therefore, he was fixed at the kitchen door as if by magic.

He thought: Could Liang Jingren have accepted the bouquet of roses? Did he even take good care of it? Isn’t this flower-arranging bucket the best proof?

But who could say for sure that this wasn’t just a temporary trash can without a bag?

Or, the flowers that were once in this bucket weren’t the red roses he sent, but other flowers sent by someone else? Maybe also roses…

Thinking like this, Chen Mo wanted to rush in and smash the plastic bucket.

But in the end, he just closed the kitchen sliding door and turned around.

Where could Liang Jingren be? Nightclub? That didn’t seem right, the background noise didn’t sound like that kind of place… It was a very quiet place, where else could it be besides the villa? A carefully decorated, cozy house… Maybe there was a large bed in the middle of the room… Was he at someone else’s house? Or a hotel? … Who exactly was this guy who claimed to be Liang Jingren’s lover?

Chen Mo had too many questions in his head. Even lying on the big bed full of Liang Jingren’s scent, hugging the quilt Liang Jingren had used last night and taking deep breaths, he still couldn’t lock down his chaotic and complicated mood at this moment.

The question he cared about the most and couldn’t easily pop out of his head and discard was:

Then what about me? What am I in your heart?

Chen Mo didn’t sleep all night, but he lay down, lying in softness and warmth. He felt like he had rested, and even had a long dream.

He dreamed that he was scrolling through his phone all night, and then the window opposite him slowly began to brighten, and correspondingly, the screen of the phone popping up chat messages in his hand began to dim.

Before the sun completely illuminated the entire sky through the window, Chen Mo sat up, put on his shoes, and hurried downstairs, clutching his cracked-screen phone and car keys.

Next, he was going to make a high-stakes gamble—although winning wouldn’t bring any big prizes, he would at least feel more at ease if he could see Liang Jingren.

At 6:59 AM, Chen Mo drove away from the Villa in the morning dew.

Two hours later, he won the bet—a silver car was driving towards the “exclusive parking” area he occupied.

The driver of the silver car saw his car parked in the wrong spot as soon as he turned the corner. So, before the two cars met face to face, the other person got out of the car and started calling on the phone while walking over.

Chen Mo guessed that he was probably calling the security guard of the underground parking garage at this time.

When the other person got closer, Chen Mo also opened the car door and got out of the car.

“Chen Mo?” Liang Jingren, who still had the phone to his ear, called out his name in surprise.

Chen Mo smiled slightly, as a response to this.

Liang Jingren decided to hang up the phone first, but there was still some distance between them at this time.

Apart from calling out his name just now, Liang Jingren didn’t seem to have anything else to say. So Chen Mo spoke first, asking, “Where did you go last night?”

What answered him was a sigh from Liang Jingren that clearly revealed annoyance and impatience. He even turned his head away, looking elsewhere.

Chen Mo continued to ask, “Do you have a lover?”

Liang Jingren didn’t answer.

Chen Mo continued to ask, “What about me?”

Liang Jingren finally glanced at him again.

Chen Mo asked with a smile, “Am I a mistress? Or a mistress number three, four, or five?”

Liang Jingren looked at him, opened his mouth, and said, “You are nothing.”

People can smile and shed tears, but unfortunately, he had indeed looked at his phone all night last night and didn’t sleep, and his eyes were so dry that he couldn’t cry at this moment.

Chen Mo was even still dreaming—

He took the initiative to close the distance and rushed to Liang Jingren, and before Liang Jingren could react, he suddenly grabbed the other person’s ears and the back of their head, and kissed them passionately, with a lip-and-tongue entanglement, in the manner of battering at a city gate.

Then he would kiss Liang Jingren deeply, until the other person was suffocating, until those cold, evasive eyes had no choice but to look at him directly and then instantly fall into distraction and confusion…

Finally, Liang Jingren would go limp in his arms, and he would open the back car door and carry Liang Jingren horizontally into the car…

However, the dream woke up so quickly—

“Ah—it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!! Let go! Wuu! Please! I’m sorry, I was wrong!!!!”

Just as he rushed to Liang Jingren and was about to reach out, his wrist, forearm, and arm were successively subjected to Liang Jingren’s smooth and crisp actions of grabbing, pulling, chopping, twisting, pulling, and binding.

“Damn! So you admit you were wrong now! When I hit you before, you stubbornly gritted your teeth and were stubborn!” Liang Jingren, as if locking up a criminal, bent the person over in front of him so that he couldn’t stand up straight, but instead cursed unhappily, “I’m just short of beating the shit out of you, right?! You’re just missing that piece of shit, right!?”

Chen Mo was in so much pain that his entire face was almost twisted, and Liang Jingren’s constant use of the word “shit” made him deeply resentful.

However, this also proved one thing, something that made Chen Mo laugh out loud even while enduring the pain:

“Hahahaha, so you can’t completely forget that night either. I knew it, hahaha! I don’t even need to mention it, you can’t forget it at all, haha… Ow, woo!!”

With just a little bit more, his arm twisted behind his back would have been fractured by Liang Jingren, whose face was dark.

In the end, Liang Jingren didn’t answer any of his questions, and he was even escorted like a prisoner by Liang Jingren, who opened the back car door and threw him directly inside.

“This car of yours must have cost a lot of money,” Liang Jingren also got into his car, and even took the initiative to sit in the driver’s seat.

Chen Mo leaned against the leather seat cover in the back seat, stretching and rubbing his joints that were almost falling apart, and looked faintly at the back of his head in the driver’s seat, “Yeah, it cost several hundred thousand, don’t break it.”

Liang Jingren fiddled with the blind box decorations in front of his car window—they were given by colleagues when he first joined the company, saying, “Heh, you just sold your only house and bought a luxury car, and moved into a top-floor apartment in the commercial district center, where water and electricity are charged at commercial rates. I really don’t know where your consumption habits come from. Chen Daxiang doesn’t seem to have given you a lot of pocket money, right? … You didn’t spend any of what I gave you.”

Liang Jingren said the last sentence very softly, but Chen Mo still heard it.

“I returned that card to you, it’s in your bedside table,” he said.

Liang Jingren glanced at the rearview mirror in the car, “I know.”

The note that Chen Mo left behind after taking away his “toy” was enough for him to search through every drawer and cabinet.

“Then, Master Liang, what do you want to do now that you’re in my car? Are you going to be my chauffeur?” Chen Mo suddenly stretched out a lazy yawn, and lazily folded his arms on the back seat as a pillow.

Liang Jingren sneered and said, “Taking you to work, kid.”

Just after Chen Mo let out a questioning “Ah?” the car drove out.

“Do you know how much the full attendance bonus is for your current job? Two thousand five! A full two thousand five!!”

“But, but, the clock-in time has already passed…”

“Shut up!”

Chen Mo shut up.

“That’s two thousand five!”

Liang Jingren extremely frantically drove while slapping his new car’s steering wheel, while shouting his full attendance bonus amount. Chen Mo huddled into a ball in the back seat, unable to be angry and unable to speak.