AM Chapter 58

58 Good Dreams

To be honest, if Liang Jingren had answered with a “no,” Chen Mo really wouldn’t have known what to do.

Fortunately, Liang Jingren was still willing to come back and have dinner with him.

Before Liang Jingren returned, Chen Mo had made thorough preparations –

Delicious and palatable food, bathwater adjusted to the right temperature, and his own fair and fragile body.

Half an hour later, Liang Jingren returned to the villa. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Chen Mo kneeling in the entryway, holding a crocodile leather belt with both hands, presenting it high above his head like some ethnic compatriot performing a welcoming ceremony.

“What the hell are you doing??” Liang Jingren asked, utterly perplexed.

Kneeling, Chen Mo looked up at him with a righteous and stern expression, saying, “Bro Ren, beat me with it.”

“…”

Liang Jingren figured his brain must be broken, and prepared to bypass him and enter the house with his briefcase.

But Chen Mo moved his knees, kneeling to block him, insisting on presenting the somewhat familiar belt to him, saying, “I know I did something terrible to you, I know you absolutely can’t forgive me. You can vent any emotions you have on me, I’m willing to bear your anger.”

“Bro Ren, beat me with this belt, I’m ready. Even if you beat me into the hospital, I’ll accept it.”

“I’ve already written the email requesting leave in advance. As long as you leave me enough breath and my fingers can still move, I can send it out before tomorrow morning.”

“But you might need to call an ambulance… But don’t worry! I’ll pay the medical bills myself!”

“Uh, but, I’m just afraid that Bro Ren will hit too too too hard, and it wouldn’t be good if it alarmed the police and reporters…”

“Of course! Even if I face them, I won’t say your name! I’ll definitely keep it a secret until the end!”

Liang Jingren: …

Liang Jingren found Chen Mo’s words quite speechless.

Especially the latter part, was this a threat? It was almost funny.

He reached out to take the belt from Chen Mo’s hand, and then flung it to the side—

The kneeling Chen Mo abruptly closed his eyes, his entire body shrinking.

The belt didn’t land on him.

Chen Mo slightly raised his eyelids, squinting as he looked up: Liang Jingren was looking calmly into the air, his eyes rapidly tracking the movement of the black “long snake,” and then, using the momentum of the belt buckle, he precisely used one hand and arm to wrap and retrieve the “long snake.”

Chen Mo let out a long “hiss” in his heart, and then started screaming and bursting: Damn, how can this man be so handsome!?!?

Liang Jingren looked down at the belt buckle coiled around his wrist: a heavy-duty carved, antiqued silver buckle, which he had previously placed on the bedside table to intimidate Chen Mo.

He’s rummaging through my things again, sigh. Liang Jingren thought silently.

“Hurry up and get up, you’re blocking me from changing my shoes.”

“Uh, oh! Coming right up!”

Then, Liang Jingren watched Chen Mo kneel and move to the shoe cabinet, take out his slippers, and kneel back to him, placing the slippers at his feet with both hands.

He even wanted to reach out and help him take off his shoes!

When Chen Mo reached out his hands towards his feet, Liang Jingren took a step back in fright, thinking: What kind of thing have I raised?

Seeing Liang Jingren avoiding him with a look of horror, Chen Mo’s heart constricted.

He pursed his lips, silently withdrawing his hands, interlocking his fingers in front of his knees and twisting them.

“I’m sorry…” Chen Mo lowered his head, opened his mouth, and said.

Liang Jingren stared at the crown of Chen Mo’s head for a long while, without saying a word.

Chen Mo was suffering inwardly, he wished Liang Jingren could just kick him or punch him. Physical pain was better than the intangible discomfort in his heart.

“Chen Mo, if you really deserve a beating…” Liang Jingren seemed to see through his heart, and decided to give him alms, “Stand up for me right now, stand straight.”

Chen Mo blinked, hesitating as he slowly stood up.

Liang Jingren put down the briefcase he was carrying in his left hand, and raised his palm—

Slap!

Chen Mo took a solid slap.

It hurt a lot, his body even swayed from the impact.

Or maybe it was because his legs were numb from kneeling.

Covering his burning right cheek, Chen Mo looked back at Liang Jingren with excitement in his eyes.

He thought: Bro Ren still showed mercy, otherwise, using his right hand, he could definitely have slapped him to the ground.

However, when he took a closer look and noticed that Liang Jingren’s right hand, which was coiled with the belt, still had the heavy-duty carved, antiqued silver buckle hanging on it, Chen Mo instantly broke out in a cold sweat, thinking: It’s a good thing Bro Ren showed mercy, otherwise his life would have ended here tonight.

“Alright, the beating’s over, I’ve let off steam about last night. I’m hungry now, I want to eat quickly.” Liang Jingren picked up the briefcase from the ground and walked straight into the house past Chen Mo in his leather shoes.

Anyway, Chen Mo was a clean freak and couldn’t stand it, he would definitely come looking for him with slippers, and then he could change them.

“Bro Ren!” Chen Mo called out to him from behind.

Liang Jingren stopped, but didn’t turn around.

Chen Mo paused, and said, “What I want to apologize for isn’t what happened last night…”

“Enough, Chen Mo.”

Liang Jingren was still facing away from him.

“If you want to apologize for something else, I don’t want to hear it now.”

“Shut up while I haven’t lost my temper, Chen Mo.”

Chen Mo obediently, tightly shut his mouth.

Chen Mo and he both knew very well: no matter how he apologized, the scars engraved deep in his heart could not be easily smoothed over.

Some mistakes, once made, even the qualification to ask for forgiveness was lost.

At the dining table, Chen Mo became extremely quiet.

He hardly spoke proactively, only responding when Liang Jingren said, “This fish is steamed nicely,” by saying, “Then I’ll make it again next time.”

This kind of Chen Mo, although looking obedient, was very unsettling. You know, when Little Chen Mo acted so obedient in the past, he often had ulterior motives, or he had caused trouble and needed someone to help him clean up the mess.

Liang Jingren knew what to do best to stimulate Chen Mo and make him instantly revert to his old self—

While Chen Mo was clearing the table and clearing the plates, he looked at his phone and said casually, “You can come back to sleep tonight.”

Chen Mo abruptly turned his head to look at him, the excitement in his heart all reflected in the clanging of the several stacked plates in his hands.

“What’s your answer?” Liang Jingren looked up from the phone screen.

Chen Mo nodded at him vigorously, the side of his face that had only been slapped red was now symmetrically red on both sides.

Liang Jingren opened his mouth, and then said, “Just sleeping together.”

Chen Mo was stunned, and quickly nodded vigorously again, and then said, “I know! I won’t do anything else without your permission!”

In fact, Liang Jingren had originally planned to suggest sleeping in separate rooms to Chen Mo tonight, he felt that he might need to calm down for a few days before re-accepting Chen Mo.

But when he returned to the villa and looked at Chen Mo’s haggard face with half of it red from his slap, and he was always looking at himself expectantly, he hesitated.

Liang Jingren admitted that he wasn’t cruel enough, he was even very worried—

He was worried that Chen Mo would kneel outside his door and cry in the middle of the night.

He felt that Chen Mo, who could kneel in the entryway and beg to be beaten, could really do such a thing.

Then he really wouldn’t be able to sleep!

When it was late at night and everything was quiet, Liang Jingren slowly opened his eyes on the pillow.

His physiological sleep time seemed to have been taken up by half of the afternoon nap, and he was really well rested at this moment, without any sleepiness.

The person beside him was tightly hugging his arm, half of his body was stiff and unable to move.

Liang Jingren turned his head to the side, quietly looking at the face of the person sleeping soundly next to him, by the moonlight shining in from the window.

The twenty-two-year-old young man had enviable skin, willow-leaf eyebrows gently pressed against his eye sockets, long eyelashes cast a dense shadow on his cheeks, his nose was straight, his lips were light in color, the jawline on the side not obscured by the pillow was clear but very soft, the whole face was handsome and clean.

That’s right, he remembered Chen Daxiang saying that Chen Mo’s mother had once been a model. With a model mom, it was no wonder her son’s foundation was so excellent.

But compared to Liang Jingyu, he was still a little short.

Liang Jingyu was too good at using his strengths – his smiling lips were a big plus, as long as Liang Jingyu spoke, other people’s attention would be focused on him. If he was hiding a little thought and deliberately smiled at someone, it was pure seduction.

Liang Jingren had been mocked and ridiculed by his brother for many years, and had long been immune to this kind of femme fatale, so if Chen Mo came up to him to seduce him with his face, it would definitely be a failure.

–Not as useful as his dick. Liang Jingren analyzed seriously.

Speaking of comparing him to Liang Jingyu, Liang Jingren remembered the first time he met Chen Mo:

At that time, he was in the villa collecting debts from Chen Daxiang, but the debt was privately lent by Liang Jingyu, who was in prison. He had not done any investigation beforehand, and Strong Bro and the others who came with him to support him didn’t know much about it either. No one knew that Chen Daxiang had an adopted son, so he was very surprised when Chen Mo appeared.

He was even more surprised when Chen Mo wanted to pass behind him as if nothing had happened, but Chen Daxiang stopped him and asked him to greet him.

Looking at the young man, who honestly greeted him, with that flickering look in his eyes, for a moment, Liang Jingren seemed to see the shadows of himself and Liang Jingyu overlapping on him –

He was as stubborn as himself, as unwilling to admit defeat, and had a full stomach of suppressed rebellion;

He was like Liang Jingyu on the surface, a smart and beautiful good boy, but he had many unknown little secrets hidden in his heart.

Perhaps this was why he had quickly accepted Chen Mo and treated him as family, even though he knew that Chen Mo had many personality flaws. It didn’t matter if the agreement with Chen Daxiang was to support him until he was how old. After he died, everything he owned would belong to Chen Mo.

As for now…

Liang Jingren gently raised his hand and gently touched the half of his right face that he had slapped, thinking: Now it seems to be about the same?

Could this be the so-called “different paths, same destination”?

It seemed that his rough fingers had caused itching on Chen Mo’s sensitive skin, Chen Mo’s eyelids tightened and relaxed, and then slowly and slightly opened his eyes.

His long eyelashes, which were not fully raised, blocked half of his pupils, and with the deep night and backlight, Liang Jingren couldn’t see the emotions in Chen Mo’s eyes, nor could he see what he looked like in Chen Mo’s eyes at this moment.

He only knew that this pair of sleepy eyes that had just woken up from a dream was staring at him, and at the same time Chen Mo opened his mouth and said to him, “I’m sorry…”

“I know you don’t love me…”

“But I still want to keep you by my side…”

“As expected, only Bro Ren in my dreams would look at me so gently…”

Liang Jingren slightly opened his mouth, and then pursed his lips again.

So Chen Mo wasn’t awake.

So the version of himself that Chen Mo had just seen in his eyes was a gentle one.

…

Just how gentle would he have to be to make Chen Mo mistakenly think he was still dreaming?

“I love you, Bro Ren.” After saying the love words he was already tired of hearing, Chen Mo, still immersed in his dream, closed his eyes and pouted slightly.

Liang Jingren knew what he was expecting.

He looked at Chen Mo, who had closed his eyes for two seconds and seemed to have fallen asleep again, slowly lowered his head, and kissed his gradually relaxing lips.

He wished Chen Mo a good dream.