AM Chapter 59

59 Running Away from Home

59 Running Away from Home

Chen Mo had only heard Liang Jingren say he loved him in his dreams.

And only in his dreams would Liang Jingren actively kiss his lips.

How he wished his dreams could be replicated one-to-one in reality.

On Saturday morning, the two unexpectedly woke up early, probably because recently they had been just reading and resting early without doing anything else, and even their biological clocks had become healthy.

But it would be unforgivable not to laze in bed on a great weekend. Chen Mo chose to laze in bed, and he also wanted to drag Liang Jingren to laze in bed with him.

Not having to work in broad daylight, and being able to lie leisurely in the warm quilt with his beloved, even if they did nothing, he would feel happy.

But Liang Jingren’s mood was not as peaceful as his.

— He had a long-lost boner.

At this moment, a surge of restlessness was welling up in his heart, and he turned his head to look at Chen Mo, who was smiling just holding his hand under the blanket.

So innocent.

Liang Jingren pursed his lips, and suddenly leaned over, locking the hand-holding person in his arms.

With a single rub, Chen Mo felt Liang Jingren’s fervor.

“Do, do you want to do it, Brother Ren?” Chen Mo’s face flushed instantly, and he stammered hesitantly.

Liang Jingren opened his mouth close to his ear and said, “Otherwise, why would I hug you?”

Liang Jingren was seducing him.

Realizing this, Chen Mo couldn’t help but go crazy.

After getting his consent, he took off his and the other’s pajamas and began to do what they both anxiously expected.

This time he also spoke his inner thoughts: he repeatedly called Liang Jingren’s name, and kept saying “love” to him.

But this time, he still didn’t receive any verbal response from Liang Jingren.

“I love you… I love you, Brother Ren… I love you…”

“Um… uh-huh… um…”

It seemed that Liang Jingren would only make such ambiguous sounds.

So later Chen Mo changed the way he said “love,” he asked:

“Do you love me? Does Brother Ren also love me? Brother Ren loves me too, right?”

“Um… uh… um um…”

It seemed that this was enough to satisfy him.

However, this did make him even more excited.

As a result, because he went wild and forgot himself, he was slapped by Liang Jingren.

— He accidentally hurt Liang Jingren.

He deserved this slap.

It was just that the sudden burning sensation abruptly pulled back the reason that he was about to lose.

He covered his face and looked at Liang Jingren on the pillow frowning at him. At this time, abundant sensibility and rationality collided in his chest in turn, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

Tears flowed from his eyes, sliding down his cheeks for a short distance, and then dripping straight onto the person who didn’t love him.

He loved Liang Jingren too much.

He couldn’t bear that Liang Jingren didn’t love him.

He felt it was unfair.

Unfair to himself.

And unfair to Liang Jingren.

Liang Jingren seemed to be startled by his sudden tears, and actually sat up, and even reached out to touch his face.

Perhaps he was worried that the slap had injured him.

“Why, sob… do you want to do… sob, make love with me?” Chen Mo asked intermittently, sobbing.

Chen Mo knew that this question would be difficult for Liang Jingren to answer, and even if Liang Jingren really answered, he would not get the answer he wanted.

So, without waiting for Liang Jingren to speak, he went on to ask the next question: “Why… do you want to make love… sob… with someone you don’t love?”

This question was equally difficult for Liang Jingren to answer.

But Liang Jingren answered him, with a very simple, unthinking, matter-of-fact retort:

“… Didn’t you also sleep with many people you didn’t love? You said it yourself.”

To show his loyalty, Chen Mo had said that although he slept with other people, his heart was always with Liang Jingren, and he had no feelings for those fuck buddies at all.

But this was wrong… this was not right…

These words should not have come from Liang Jingren’s mouth…

This was too cruel…

Too cruel.

After hearing Liang Jingren’s answer, Chen Mo’s mind buzzed, and the scene in front of him suddenly turned from day to night, and then back to day again.

In that moment of darkness, he understood what was meant by “the darkest hour.”

But Liang Jingren certainly didn’t understand, and he still touched his face with a concerned look, asking him what was wrong.

Why was he wilting.

Am I your exclusive massage stick now? Chen Mo thought nonsensically in his heart, laughed mockingly and amusedly twice, and then shook his head at Liang Jingren, indicating that he was fine.

Then he raised his arm and wiped away his tears, got out of bed, picked up his clothes on the floor, and turned to leave.

Before he walked out of the room, Liang Jingren, sitting on the bed, stopped him and asked, “Where are you going?”

Chen Mo turned sideways and looked back, slightly tugging at the corner of his mouth, which was still stained with tears, and said, “Is Brother Ren hungry? I’ll go downstairs and make breakfast for you.”

Fifteen minutes later, Chen Mo sent a message to Liang Jingren’s cell phone, saying that breakfast was ready and he could come down to eat.

When Liang Jingren finished washing up and walked down the stairs, he saw a plate of crispy fried bacon and a few slices of toasted bread dipped in egg wash, as well as a glass of hot milk, on the dining table in the restaurant on the right.

At the same time, the entrance door facing the escalator closed with a “bang.”

Liang Jingren turned his head sharply to look over there, realizing that someone had gone out.

Turning his head back to look at the dining table on the right with only a delicate breakfast, there was no one next to the plate. Liang Jingren realized that it was Chen Mo who had just gone out.

But why did Chen Mo go out? He didn’t even say hello to him?

Liang Jingren walked to the dining table in confusion.

He frowned and moved the round plate holding the toast and bacon in the middle of the table, and found a piece of paper pressed under the plate.

Liang Jingren picked up the note, and as soon as he saw Chen Mo’s handwritten address, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch–

Chen Mo started with “Dear Brother Liang Jingren,” not knowing if he was trying to disgust him on purpose.

In short, as soon as the two words “brother” entered Liang Jingren’s mind, he shuddered all over.

Chen Mo wrote:

“Dear Brother Liang Jingren:

“I’ve made breakfast, eat it while it’s hot.

“Lunch was prepared in advance yesterday and is in the second layer of the refrigerator. Remember to remove the plastic wrap before microwaving it.

“I didn’t have time to make dinner, so Brother Ren can order takeout himself. Don’t order my portion, because I’m running away from home.

Huh???

What was with running away from home???

Liang Jingren frowned tightly and continued reading.

“I’m running away from home because Brother Ren, you are too unsentimental.

“How can you mention my exes in bed? Even if they are my exes!”

Liang Jingren: …

Which of his exes did I mention? How come I don’t remember? I don’t even know how many exes he has! Is he sick?!

“If Brother Ren doesn’t want to order takeout and wants to summon me back to make dinner, it’s not impossible…

“Call my phone and say you love me.”

After reading the last two sentences, the signature at the end was, unsurprisingly – Chen Mo, who loves you.

If you were to ask Liang Jingren how he felt after reading this note, he only had four words to answer: nonsensical.

He really didn’t understand Chen Mo’s thought process, and didn’t understand why he suddenly ran away from home and left such a note for him.

Did Chen Mo really think that he would do as he said?

Call his phone and say he loves him?

Without even thinking about it, Chen Mo would definitely record it. Liang Jingren was very sure.

Anyway, it was still early before evening, and Liang Jingren wasn’t in a hurry at all. He leisurely pulled out a chair and sat down, and then ate the breakfast made by Chen Mo with relish while scrolling through his phone and liking posts on WeChat.

Another thing he was very sure of was that Chen Mo would definitely call him before dinner time.

But Liang Jingren didn’t expect Chen Mo’s call to come so quickly–

He had only just taken two bites of his toast, eaten two strips of bacon, drank a sip of milk, and liked five of his WeChat Moments when Chen Mo’s incoming call suddenly popped up on the screen, hindering him as he was about to like the sixth post.

Liang Jingren answered the call without even thinking about it, but before he had time to ask a question, Chen Mo shouted into the phone, “You must read the note pressed under the breakfast plate!!”

Then he hung up on him.

Looking at the photo of Ella and her sisters mountain climbing at night, taking pictures of the rising sun, that reappeared on the screen, Liang Jingren said: 6.

Chen Mo, who was running away from home, hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and slowly stepped on the gas pedal, and the car, which had been parked by the side of the road with its turn signal on, started again.

Chen Mo drove his car aimlessly along the main road of the city with the traffic flow.

He didn’t know where else he could go.

He didn’t really intend to run away for too long or too far.

After all, the place where Liang Jingren was was his home, and even if Liang Jingren really didn’t love him, it was impossible for him not to return to his home.

If only Liang Jingren could love him. Chen Mo thought while turning the steering wheel.

Even if it was just one sentence.

Even if it was to deceive him.

He was willing to be deceived.

But until noon, until the restaurant where he was eating lunch closed its doors for the afternoon, he still hadn’t received a call from Liang Jingren.

In the afternoon, Chen Mo walked into the bustling and crowded commercial street to wander around.

On weekends, many people would go out shopping with their relatives and friends or close partners, walking, stopping, eating, and drinking, and then gossiping and bragging, causing a burst of laughter wherever they went. Someone like him, who was alone and walking down the bustling street with his head down while looking at his cell phone, was really rare.

Fortunately, the vast majority of passersby had eyes and would avoid him, but there were always some idiots who were blind –

Chen Mo, who was walking with his head down, noticed a pair of leather shoes walking towards him and stopping in front of him.

If Chen Mo hadn’t noticed them and continued walking forward, he would have bumped into the man wearing a checkered vest and sunglasses who had come specifically to block his way.

Chen Mo, holding his cell phone, looked up at the sunglasses man and frowned impatiently, “Get out of my way!”

The sunglasses man was taking out a business card from his vest. He was startled for a moment by his scolding, but still handed the business card to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo blinked, took the business card and looked at it. The name of the logo seemed to be some kind of talent agency. He couldn’t quite remember.

Although Chen Mo’s mother had been a model, she became a housewife after he was born, so Chen Mo had not been exposed to things like talent agency behind the scenes. He flipped the business card back and forth, curiously asking the sunglasses man, “Are you a talent scout?”

The sunglasses man nodded sheepishly and smiled honestly at him. Then the sunglasses man rubbed his hands, praised him for his outstanding appearance and extraordinary temperament, and asked him how old he was and if he was interested in coming to their agency to be an artist, and maybe he would become popular.

Chen Mo thought he was suspicious.

He felt that this person was too lewd.

Even if he was a real talent scout, he would think he was fake.

So, while walking forward, Chen Mo asked the talent scout who was following him like a dog some questions, which were also questions he was personally interested in, such as: the background of their agency, the reputation and popularity of the artists they had signed, the resources they could provide in the future, as well as the contract signing period, the sharing ratio, the liability for breach of contract, and whether they would charge a training deposit, etc.

The talent scout answered respectfully to every question, but mostly just said a few words simply.

He thought Chen Mo was really interested, so he invited Chen Mo, saying, “Why don’t we find a place to sit down and have something to drink and talk in detail?”

“Um… uh…” Chen Mo touched his chin, pretending to be deeply considering how to develop and package himself to become popular after signing the contract.

After a while, Chen Mo turned his head and said to him, “But I don’t want to be on TV.”

The talent scout was stunned. He guessed it was the first time he had seen someone ask so many questions and then suddenly say “I don’t want to be on TV.”

The other person’s reaction could barely be considered interesting. Chen Mo narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth, and added another super shock wave with a smile:

“And I’m already being kept, I don’t lack money, so goodbye~”

The talent scout’s sunglasses seemed to have cracked.

Chen Mo ran away laughing like a child who had succeeded in a prank.