AM Chapter 44

44 “Toy”

A second ago, Chen Mo, who was radiating a flushed and scorching aura, instantly lost all color. Liang Jingren lay on the bed, quietly watching a pale, stiff “sculpture” move towards the bright doorway.

Soon after, the door opened and closed. Liang Jingren tugged at the blanket, turned over, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.

In the next two or three days, Chen Mo, who always liked to be conspicuous in front of him, seemed to have disappeared. Liang Jingren hardly saw Chen Mo’s face—

Chen Mo was either squatting in the gaps of the stairs, staring at him, or revealing an eye and half a nose in the gap between his door and the door frame.

Although he didn’t see Chen Mo’s face, Liang Jingren thought that this Chen Mo was quite cute, like a small animal that was frightened and carefully observing the outside world.

Based on his understanding of Chen Mo, Liang Jingren guessed: Chen Mo was shy, unbearably ashamed.

If that was the case, Liang Jingren was quite speechless, after all, Chen Mo didn’t know how much he had drunk on the night of his business trip, calling him in the middle of the night saying he missed him, and then started talking dirty—why didn’t he show any shame when he was saying those things on the phone?

Liang Jingren, who was disturbed from his sweet dreams at that time, cursed fiercely on the phone.

On one end of the phone, Chen Mo was saying “love,” “hug,” and “kiss,” while on the other end, he was responded to with even dirtier and coarser “fuck,” “fuck,” and “fuck.”

Liang Jingren’s guess was almost entirely correct, Chen Mo did feel ashamed and embarrassed.

That night, he secretly “entertained himself” at the head of Liang Jingren’s bed, but he didn’t expect to be caught by Liang Jingren on the spot.

Although Liang Jingren didn’t lay a hand on him, just stared at him, and even seemed to have amnesia the next day, completely not remembering it, or maybe he regarded it as a dream, forgotten as soon as he woke up, but Chen Mo couldn’t forget! After returning to his room that night, he hardly slept all night, repeatedly wanting to bash his head into the quilt.

Or he should have just bashed his head directly into Liang Jingren’s quilt at that time! Damn it, he didn’t have to make his mood so topsy-turvy now.

Chen Mo had thought about the worst possible outcome: Liang Jingren might kill him.

But the worst outcome was unlikely to happen, because Liang Jingren had almost achieved this result before, and Liang Jingren regretted it very much, so he would definitely not easily repeat the same mistake. What’s more, he was just DIY, he didn’t dare to lay a hand on Liang Jingren, and he didn’t dare to bash his head into Liang Jingren’s quilt…

Chen Mo was now both embarrassed and regretful!!

Then again, apart from the worst outcome, Chen Mo couldn’t think of a single favorable outcome. He even observed Liang Jingren from the cracks many times, and even if Liang Jingren noticed that he was peeping, he still had a blank, indifferent expression.

From Liang Jingren’s empty eyes that he couldn’t see through, Chen Mo had a thorough understanding of the saying “fear comes from the unknown.”

TMD, although Liang Jingren wouldn’t kill him, he was afraid!

Every time he clung to the door of Liang Jingren’s room, Chen Mo really wanted to go in to probe, to apologize, but Liang Jingren didn’t say anything, and his sudden apology would seem very… stupid, inexplicable.

“Chen Mo.” This day, Liang Jingren spoke, calling his name in the direction of the door.

Chen Mo took a breath and held it in his chest, nervously grabbing the door frame. Immediately afterward, he heard Liang Jingren say, “Don’t break my door.”

The ingratiating smile that had already been hanging on Chen Mo’s face instantly froze.

In the end, he still managed to squeeze out a few awkward dry laughs, and said, “Good night, Bro Ren.” Then he silently closed the door for Liang Jingren.

Was Liang Jingren really completely clueless, with only himself being entangled and embarrassed? Or was Liang Jingren really too sleepy that night?

Regardless of which reality it was, as time went by, Chen Mo’s mentality gradually became unbalanced.

He thought: It would be great if I could also catch some of Liang Jingren’s weaknesses, preferably something that would embarrass Liang Jingren…

Then, he thought of some things, some things that he had left in the top-floor apartment that he hadn’t successfully unsubscribed and checked out of yet—Liang Jingren’s “toys.”

But could those things shake Liang Jingren? It was hard to say. Moreover, it wouldn’t be good to really anger Liang Jingren. Chen Mo fell into entanglement and contemplation again.

Liang Jingren usually ate dinner at the company before returning to the Villa. If Chen Mo ate outside, he would return to the Villa a little later, but if he came back directly after getting off work and ordered takeout, he would be able to get home before Liang Jingren.

Chen Mo made a bold and risky decision: he was going to venture into Liang Jingren’s bedroom—when Liang Jingren wasn’t there!

On Friday afternoon, Chen Mo asked his easy-going boss for leave again, and the boss granted it without asking too many questions as usual.

Chen Mo thought, his boss really deserved a birthday gift.

On a sunny afternoon at work, after returning to the empty Villa, Chen Mo checked and closed the entrance door, changed into his slippers, and went to the living room to tighten the floor-to-ceiling window curtains. After standing still and looking around, he immediately ran up to the second floor.

Chen Mo was very familiar with Liang Jingren’s room. Before Chen Daxiang’s master bedroom was converted into Liang Jingren’s formal office, he often came here to watch Liang Jingren work.

It wasn’t that he wanted to watch Liang Jingren work, but because he wanted to ask Liang Jingren to accompany him to play, to ride motorcycles, to race cars, or to drive to a more distant place to hang out, or even to the amusement park that was full of children and parents on Saturdays and Sundays. But Liang Jingren was always very busy, busy learning and analyzing real-life business cases, busy dealing with the documents he brought back from the company, and busy managing Chen Daxiang’s network of contacts and hidden assets.

Liang Jingren was used to working at the desk by the window, but he sat on a solid wood chair with a backrest that matched the dining table downstairs. Liang Jingren said that swivel chairs were too soft, and it was easy to become mentally lazy when sitting on soft stools at night.

So when Liang Jingren was working on a hard stool, Chen Mo waited for him on the soft double sofa that faced the side of the bed against the wall—work always had to be finished, and he always had a time when he could wait for Liang Jingren to rest so he could play with him.

Chen Mo knew that Liang Jingren’s temper wasn’t very good, especially when he was already impatient when facing complicated work matters, so after being thrown a pen and a folder once, Chen Mo didn’t dare to make a sound when entering the room. He would hold a novel or unfinished homework in his hand. Liang Jingren was busy with his back to him on the window side, and he was lazily or slumped on the side against the wall, reading his novel and doing his homework.

It had happened more than once that he accidentally fell asleep on the sofa. Usually when he woke up, he would have an extra piece of clothing or a blanket on his body. On extremely rare occasions, he might have a pile of clothes, because Liang Jingren had been accustomed to using this sofa as a temporary clothes rack for many years.

There were also two times when Liang Jingren carried him back to his room.

In fact, he woke up when Liang Jingren picked him up, but because he had never experienced being picked up in a princess carry, he really wanted to experience what it felt like, so he continued to pretend to be asleep.

Chen Mo recalled that time, and lamented that he was really young and bold, and he wasn’t afraid of being discovered by Liang Jingren that he was pretending to be asleep, and being dropped by him.

Chen Mo knew which side of Liang Jingren’s wardrobe was for autumn and winter clothes, which side was for summer clothes, which grid was for ties, and which grid was for underwear. The last time he found those little toys was in the grid for pants.

Chen Mo carefully moved the folded upper and outer layers of clothing, so that his sight could probe inside.

After flipping through each grid, he would carefully reorganize it, and re-fold the clothes and pants that were obviously messed up and put them back in place.

Finally, when checking the widest clothes-hanging area of ​​the wardrobe, Chen Mo pulled at the hangers, his eyebrows were already slightly furrowed, and his mouth was also very dissatisfied, pouting slightly upwards.

After a round of searching Liang Jingren’s bedroom, the result was that he didn’t find anything strange.

Chen Mo sighed and slumped onto the small sofa, looking down, his eyes suddenly noticed the same huge thing directly opposite him, but it had been ignored by him from the beginning—Liang Jingren’s suitcase from his business trip last week was still leaning against the wall.

Liang Jingren still had two suitcases stuffed in the corner next to the wardrobe. That, that suitcase leaning against the wall was…

Chen Mo walked over and weighed it with his hand, and found that it hadn’t changed much since he came back from his business trip.

Could it be that Liang Jingren hadn’t packed his suitcase yet? Chen Mo thought.

Immediately afterward, he thought: Then why don’t I help him pack it~ I’m so virtuous~!

So Chen Mo knocked the huge suitcase down, squatted on the ground and began to adjust the combination lock on the suitcase.

In fact, Chen Mo didn’t have any special expectations or believe that he would really find anything when entering Liang Jingren’s room, but opening the box opened up a golden legend. He was dumbfounded, thinking: So Bro Ren’s sexual desire is so strong? Even business trips require bringing this kind of…”toy.”

Saturday came, Chen Mo suddenly changed his attitude, he wasn’t shy anymore. In the hundreds of square meter Villa where only two people lived on three floors, he could always find an opportunity to appear in front of Liang Jingren in a grand manner all morning:

When Liang Jingren was eating breakfast and reading the newspaper, he passed in front of Liang Jingren. When Liang Jingren was sitting on the sofa watching TV and yawning, he passed in front of Liang Jingren. When Liang Jingren went to the bathroom, he passed by outside the bathroom door.

Every time, Chen Mo seemed to be passing by unintentionally. When Liang Jingren glanced at him, he turned his head and smiled at him, saying, “Hello, Bro Ren~”

Hello my ass. The corners of Liang Jingren’s mouth twitched, thinking, what kind of idiot would say “hello” in his own home.

At noon, after the two had lunch together, Liang Jingren took a cup of water and was about to return to his bedroom for a nap. Chen Mo hurriedly washed the dishes, dried his hands, and chased after him.

When he went up to the second floor, the familiar door had already been closed, but when he knocked on it and opened it, the owner of the bedroom hadn’t prepared to go to bed for a nap.

Liang Jingren was looking at the phone information at his desk, still holding the cup of water he had just filled in his hand. After hearing the sound, he turned around, just in time to see him barging in in a panic.

“What are you doing?” Liang Jingren asked.

Chen Mo still hadn’t taken off his apron, and he stepped back affectatively and stood flush with the door frame, “I want to… um… do something for you?” Chen Mo stammered.

Liang Jingren asked suspiciously, “What is it?”

“I can help you clean up the house or something… after all, I’m very good at this!” Chen Mo became confident when he said the last sentence.

Liang Jingren stared at him for a while, then nodded in agreement.

Chen Mo visibly perked up, and immediately ran happily to the small double sofa in the room, first helping him to tidy up the suit jacket and tie that he had taken off last night and put there.

Although Chen Mo loved cleanliness very much and was therefore very good at cleaning and tidying up, he almost never did it himself with a live-in housekeeper.

Chen Mo suddenly became so proactive. Was he only now remembering to leave a good impression on him? Liang Jingren leaned sideways in his chair with interest, propping his head with one hand against the back of the chair, watching the “little wife” in an apron busy in his room while drinking water.

When Chen Mo passed by him and moved the large suitcase leaning against the wall to the wardrobe, Liang Jingren hadn’t noticed anything yet.

Until Chen Mo knocked down the suitcase that was still full of clothes from his business trip, hadn’t bothered to pack, and had temporarily forgotten, Liang Jingren discovered some clues.

Chen Mo didn’t ask him, and immediately unlocked the combination lock himself and opened the zipper of the suitcase.

At this time, Liang Jingren couldn’t sit still, “smashed” the water cup on the desk, and immediately stood up and walked straight over there.

Seeing him coming over, Chen Mo, who was originally squatting on the ground, also stood up.

At the same time that Chen Mo stood up, a line also “stood up” from the suitcase in sync with him.

One end of the line was still in the suitcase, and the other end was held in Chen Mo’s hand. Chen Mo didn’t grip it tightly, he wanted Liang Jingren to see, to see clearly this smooth, capsule-shaped object that was thicker than his thumb.

He used a curious tone and surprised expression to ask Liang Jingren, “Bro Ren, what is this?”

Liang Jingren looked at the thing in his hand, then looked at Chen Mo’s eyes that were overflowing with a strange smile, and said, “Don’t you know?”

“But I don’t know why it would appear in your suitcase?” Chen Mo said with a smile, “Do you need to use it on business trips? Use a vibrating… egg?”

Liang Jingren was silent.

He slowly folded his empty hands together, rubbed the back of his hands and palms, and pinched his knuckles.

Seeing this, Chen Mo stopped smiling, his Adam’s apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed.

“To protect against you.” Liang Jingren said.

“Ah?”

“To prevent you from entering my room and rummaging through my wardrobe and stealing my things when I’m not here.” Liang Jingren stared at him intently, and said.

“Uh…” Chen Mo felt that Liang Jingren’s words were very reasonable, and he couldn’t think of any words to quibble, even if he thought of them, he wouldn’t dare to say them.

If he dared to quibble, Liang Jingren would dare to beat him.

Suddenly, “Cough cough cough! Cough cough!” Chen Mo clutched the capsule-shaped “little toy” in his hand, covering his mouth, and started coughing without warning.

Liang Jingren looked at him expressionlessly, but his hands had already dropped to the sides of his legs.

“Holding it so tight, do you like it that much?” Liang Jingren asked.

It was reversed, completely reversed. Chen Mo was speechless for a moment, thinking, he should have said these words.

Chen Mo thought for a while, and still honestly handed over the thing in his hand, and apologized, saying, “I’m sorry, Bro Ren, I’ll give this back to you…”

Liang Jingren stared at the “little toy” in his open palm, smiled, and said very generously, “I’ll give this to you as a thank-you gift for helping me tidy up my wardrobe today.”

“…”

Chen Mo was still unwilling, holding the vibrator and asking, “What about the ones from before? I’ve kept them well!”

“Forget it, I’ll give you all of those, I don’t want them anymore.” The magnanimous Liang Jingren became generous again.

He tilted his head and said to the person with an unexpected, unbelievable, and incomprehensible expression on his face, “In case you’ve already used them all, how would I dare to want them.”

“I haven’t used them…” Chen Mo wanted to cry but had no tears.