Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Driver Xiaolin drove the car back to the bottom of the residential building and quietly got out and disappeared.

The temperature in the back seat continued to rise.

Ever since Chen Mo spoke those words, Xi Siyan had taken complete control, even though he was in the lower position, his aggressiveness kept intensifying. What should have been a tender kiss felt more like a rough exchange where both were losing control. Chen Mo's lips were bruised red, and two buttons had popped off. It wasn't until he was pinned down that Chen Mo managed to regain some sense.

"Wait a moment." Chen Mo pushed against the chest of the person above him, panting to stop him.

Xi Siyan looked down, his voice hoarse and dangerous: "Regretting it?"

"Regret my ass." Chen Mo pushed him away, sat up, and started buttoning his shirt, saying, "This neighborhood is full of tech park colleagues, many of whom I've met. No matter how thick-skinned I am, I don't have a fetish for being watched while having sex in a car."

Xi Siyan leaned against the car door.

He pressed his forehead, then slowly smiled.

It was as if the person who used to blithely refute accusations of being gay on the top of Nanshan Mountain had returned.

From the moment they saw each other upon returning to the country, Chen Mo had been composed and calm.

Even though he would fight for him and could lie peacefully beside him in bed, the unspoken barrier between them, like a transparent film covering the five-year gap, remained impenetrable.

Now, Chen Mo had taken the initiative to tear away that invisible layer.

He said, "Let's make up."

Xi Siyan's heart softened.

In this year, Chen Mo had cut his hair short, and the boyish charm had almost vanished. He was no longer the familiar figure Xi Siyan knew, yet he was still the one who moved him deeply at any time. The one who lived by his heart without self-doubt.

Seeing Chen Mo's neatly trimmed fingers fumbling with the edges of his ripped shirt, he frowned and searched around.

Xi Siyan softly called, "Chen Mo."

Chen Mo made a questioning sound and looked up.

As their eyes met, the sound of rain pounding against the window intensified the atmosphere inside the car.

Chen Mo decisively gave up searching for the buttons, opened the car window, and pulled Xi Siyan out of the car.

"Umbrella," Xi Siyan turned to grab it.

Chen Mo didn't let go, staring straight at him, "Are you coming or not?"

Xi Siyan looked at him for a few seconds, then grabbed his arm forcefully and led him towards the building. His pace was quick and strong, making Chen Mo's steps unsteady.

The short distance left them almost drenched.

Due to the rain, there were few people in the neighborhood or the elevator.

Neither spoke as the elevator numbers kept rising, and their reflections in the mirror seemed to be tearing apart.

Ding! The elevator arrived.

The moment they stepped out, Chen Mo was lifted and placed in front of Xi Siyan.

His lips and tongue were completely dominated, from the elevator entrance to the front door. Chen Mo vaguely heard Xi Siyan pressing the password. He only had time to think about how skilled he had become at entering before being pressed against the shoe cabinet in the foyer.

The force of two men colliding produced a dull sound, and the foyer lights flickered on.

"Change somewhere else," Chen Mo grabbed the front of his shirt, struggling to say this.

Xi Siyan's gaze swept over his rain-soaked, semi-transparent shirt, his eyes swirling with emotions, but his voice was cruel and merciless: "You were so confident when you asked me to come. Are you waiting to catch a cold after getting soaked?"

Chen Mo really thought he didn't understand, leaning back against the cabinet in an uncomfortable position: "Go somewhere dark."

Xi Siyan wrapped an arm around him, leaning close to his ear, licking and biting without allowing resistance, his voice low: "Right here."

Chen Mo's resistance eventually faded as Xi Siyan deepened the kiss and undid his belt.

Ten minutes later, the foyer was littered with wet clothes scattered on the floor.

Scattered buttons told the story of someone's uncontrollable roughness.

And from the bathroom came new sounds.

Chen Mo's voice was muffled and shocked: "Xi Siyan, what the hell is wrong with your hand?!"

In the steamy heat.

Xi Siyan ignored him, flipping him onto the tiles and covering him with his body.

Chen Mo saw the bandage on his left arm, soaked by the rain and revealing a gruesome wound even after stitches. The water from the showerhead continuously slid down the scar.

"Crazy bastard!" Chen Mo gritted his teeth and cursed.

Xi Siyan's other hand slipped around his waist and moved to the front, and as Chen Mo's face flushed red, he replied, "If I were crazy, I wouldn't have cared about you getting cold and just done it right there."

"Damn it." Chen Mo's face was flushed, his head against the tiles, too tired to continue cursing, urging, "Get out first."

Xi Siyan deliberately whispered, "I haven't gone in anywhere, where do you want me to get out?"

Chen Mo realized that once Xi Siyan tore off his gentlemanly facade, he revealed a relentless wolf beneath.

Vicious and fierce.

From the bathroom to the bed, Chen Mo finally gave up on stopping.

Because someone had no intention of doing so.

So on this dim night, the light in Chen Mo's bedroom stayed on all night. Occasionally, when his thoughts drifted, he would remember the wound on Xi Siyan's arm, only to find that arm propped near his ear, or resting on the pillow, or controlling his chest.

No matter the angle, as everything swayed and spun before his eyes, Chen Mo couldn't see if the wound had reopened. All he could see were beads of sweat covering the raised muscles and veins on the arm, making him feel parched.

Occasionally, he would bury his head in the pillow, biting the pillowcase and grabbing the sheets, trying to make the movements stop or slow down.

The result was being flipped over by someone.

He would be held down by one hand around his throat, forced to open his mouth to receive a much-needed drink. But what followed was an even hotter closeness, and the water vapor evaporated even faster.

As strands of his hair became soaked, Chen Mo felt Xi Siyan lifting him up to drink some water.

He vaguely remembered mumbling a curse: "Are you an animal?"

In response, he received a low laugh and the words: "It's because your physical condition is too poor."

After that, his memories vanished completely.

When Chen Mo opened his eyes again, the room was dimly lit.

It wasn't the glaring brightness of artificial light but the natural light from outside, though it was clear the weather was bad. After last night's heavy rain, a drizzle continued into the day.

Chen Mo tried to move.

A wave of soreness invaded his senses, making him groan softly. He could clearly feel the embarrassing discomfort in certain areas and the familiar weakness after a high fever.

His hand reached out from under the blanket and touched his forehead.

The temperature was fine.

Chen Mo also noticed he was wearing clean pajamas.

At that moment, there was a click, and the door opened from the outside.

Xi Siyan entered carrying a bowl of porridge.

He had changed into a new set of clothes—a shirt and trousers, with a watch on his wrist, looking as if he had just returned from a professional setting. It was hard to believe that the person with a large unhealed wound on his arm and who barely rested was him.

"Awake?" Seeing him open his eyes, Xi Siyan quickly placed the porridge on the bedside table and helped him sit up. "How do you feel?"

Chen Mo leaned on his hand without hesitation and said honestly, "Very bad." "Of course, I'm not talking about last night," Chen Mo added quickly. "I mean now."

Xi Siyan didn't seem to care about the implication and frowned, saying, "I shouldn't have let you get caught in that rainstorm last night."

"Mr. Xi," Chen Mo tilted his head slightly, genuinely seeking advice, "Do you really think it was the rainstorm's fault?"

Xi Siyan raised an eyebrow, "Alright, I admit, I went a bit too far last night."

Chen Mo gave a cold laugh.

He pressed his temples.

Xi Siyan brought the porridge closer, scooped a spoonful, and offered it to his lips, saying, "But your stamina does need improvement. I heard that when you led the R2D project, you spent over ten hours a day in the lab. At this rate, I'd rather you be like in high school, when you didn't even bother to do homework."

Chen Mo took the bowl and managed to eat a couple of bites himself, "I prefer now."

Xi Siyan looked at him, "You don't like how you were back then?"

"How could that be?" Chen Mo smiled, "I like both phases. Different stages."

Back then, Chen Mo felt more self-exiled.

He was fearless and indifferent.

Now, Chen Mo had a higher sense of self-worth.

He had a successful career, a social life, and even a clear and acknowledged person he liked.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo turned to ask, "How's your hand?"

"It's fine," Xi Siyan moved, showing him, "It was already scabbing over."

Chen Mo glared at him, "You're crazy, aren't you? Don't you fear infection?"

Then he realized he had no right to say anything.

After all, the one who was lively despite being injured was him, while the one who fell ill was himself.

Chen Mo pulled his thoughts away from the fact that he was already injured and frowned, asking, "Was it Ren Xiansen who sent those people again?"

"Not sure yet," Xi Siyan gestured for him to calm down, "Han Qian is handling it. Finding the middleman won't be difficult; we just need to know who's behind it."

A flash of anger crossed Chen Mo's eyes, "Lunaer."

Just mentioning this person, Chen Mo received a call from Yang Zhi.

He said, "Got news this morning. Yang Shule demanded a change in the board citing irregularities in share distribution. I guess Lunaer can't wait anymore. He can't delay. Should we start now?"

Chen Mo pondered for two seconds, "Tomorrow. Notify the shareholders for a meeting."

Yang Zhi: "Tomorrow? I heard CM might not be able to attend. Are you going to vote on behalf of Xi Siyan?"

Chen Mo, still feeling the lingering anger from mentioning Lunaer and accustomed to bickering with Yang Zhi in his past life, immediately replied coldly, "I have full authority. What's the problem?"

Yang Zhi was silent for two seconds.

Confused and somewhat puzzled, he asked, "No problem, just asking. But why does your voice sound so hoarse? Did you catch a cold? Are you in a bad mood?"

Chen Mo: "… Not much."

The call then fell into an awkward silence.

Someone beside him reached over and took the phone from Chen Mo's hand.

Holding it to his ear, he spoke, "It's me. Yes, just got back to the country… Alright, let’s go with the time he suggested."

At that moment, Xi Siyan was standing by the bed.

Facing the drizzling rain at four in the afternoon, his mind replayed the restless sounds of someone from last night, which had lingered too long, making it impossible for him to respond to Yang Zhi earlier.

This reason made Chen Mo feel extremely embarrassed, while Xi Siyan's mood quietly improved.

Yang Zhi continued on the phone, "By the way, why are you with Chen Mo at this hour?"

Xi Siyan gently ran his finger across Chen Mo's ear, speaking calmly, "Oh, I'm discussing some work with President Chen."

As for what they discussed and how they did it,

only the people involved truly knew.

Before the call ended, Yang Zhi vaguely heard a gentle voice say, "Still uncomfortable? Let me check, it looked a bit swollen this morning."

A brief rustling sound followed.

And then a breathless, "I'll do it myself… Xi Siyan! Damn it, don’t put it in!"