Chapter 7
Editor: Princess
Qi Fengyu was still praying in the elevator, hoping that Old Master Qin would keep Mo Shaoheng a few minutes longer. But the moment he opened the door and saw Mo Shaoheng sitting on the sofa, his face completely blank, he just knew that luck didn’t exist in this world, not when it came to Mo Shaoheng. If luck was all it took, there was no way he could have survived by Mo Shaoheng’s side for so many years.
“Shaoheng…” He sighed, already bracing himself for the coming storm.
“Whose idea was it?” Mo Shaoheng stood up, walked over to the bar, poured himself a glass of wine, and swirled it gently. The deep red liquid shimmered under the light, glowing with an almost hypnotic allure.
Qi Fengyu suddenly felt a chill in the air. The wine in that glass didn’t seem like wine at all, it looked more like Pan Zhijie’s fresh blood. He lowered his head and said, “I’m sorry. I should’ve kept a tighter leash on them.”
Mo Shaoheng remained calm, downed the entire glass in one go, then said in a deep voice, “Bring him to me.”
“Yes!” Qi Fengyu immediately ordered his men to bring Pan Zhijie over. Then he returned to the room and, seeing that Mo Shaoheng still seemed relatively calm, couldn’t help but ask, “Shaoheng, who is this guy? You know Pan Zhijie is just a nobody, always looking for shortcuts and playing dirty tricks.”
Mo Shaoheng glanced at him, his expression indifferent.
Qi Fengyu’s unease grew stronger. Before Mo Shaoheng could say a word, he strode into the room. The moment he saw Qin Huanxi lying on the bed, even in sleep frowning as if in pain, the urge to tear Pan Zhijie apart surged through him again. He clenched his fists tightly, struggling to suppress the rising fury.
Pan Zhijie was dragged up to the highest floor of the villa. At first, he still held onto a sliver of hope—maybe Qi Fengyu just wanted him to take back the person he had sent earlier. But the second he saw the man sitting on the sofa, his heart sank into despair. His legs went weak, and he collapsed onto his knees. “Mas… Master Mo…”
Mo Shaoheng simply stared at the striking red liquid in his glass, not even sparing the man kneeling before him a glance. But that “Master Mo” title, now that was interesting. It had been a long time since anyone had called him that. So long, in fact, that even stray cats and dogs thought they could scheme against him now.
“Take care of it. Don’t let him disturb the other guests.” Mo Shaoheng shot Pan Zhijie a brief look, then got up and walked back to his room.
“Mm—” Pan Zhijie barely managed a sound before a bodyguard clamped a hand over his mouth hurriedly. He tried to struggle, but to his horror, he couldn’t move. All he could do was watch as Mo Shaoheng disappeared from the living room. Desperate, he turned his gaze to Qi Fengyu, pinning all his last hopes on him.
Qi Fengyu looked at him trembling all over and chuckled. “I don’t know if I should call you lucky or unlucky. Maybe you should count yourself lucky that you’re still on the Qin family’s turf. Shaoheng would never let their floors get stained with blood. But Young Master Pan, you really live up to your ‘romantic’ reputation—your taste is sharp as ever. Young Master Qin really is the most dazzling person here tonight.”
Qi Fengyu’s gaze turned icy. “Kidnapping the Qin family’s young master on their own turf… You’ve really grown some guts, huh, Pan Zhijie?”
Pan Zhijie felt like he’d been struck by lightning. Qi Fengyu’s anger didn’t even register anymore—his mind was completely occupied by the memory of that stunning face. That person had an air of nobility, but he’d assumed he was just another pampered young master from some wealthy family. As long as Mo Shaoheng liked him, the guy probably wouldn’t dare resist, right?
Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that the person Mo Shaoheng had his eyes on was actually Old Master Qin’s precious grandson. He knew he wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but even he understood that the Qin family’s young master was someone who lived in a completely different world from them. That guy was a genius, while they were nothing but rich, spoiled good-for-nothings in everyone else’s eyes.
So even though he had no interest in attending this kind of birthday banquet, he had still jumped at the chance to pull some family connections and squeeze his way in. His goal was simple—after tonight, he could brag about how he had attended Old Master Qin’s birthday party. Whatever actually happened at the event? That wasn’t his concern.
Which was why he had completely missed Qin Huanxi’s performance—he had no idea what the famous violin prodigy even looked like. Not that he hadn’t thought about it before, but his understanding of people had always been shallow. Someone who had achieved so much at such a young age had to be some rigid, boring nerd, right? There was no way they’d be that beautiful, that dangerously tempting.
Looking at that face, Pan Zhijie had once made the dirtiest assumption. Someone that beautiful belonged in bed, completely at his mercy. That flawless face should be flushed with desire, those clear eyes brimming with tears, those soft lips letting out helpless moans. And on that pale, perfect skin, he should be able to leave behind his “glorious marks”.
But now, at this moment, that beautiful face burned into his mind didn’t stir up any filthy thoughts at all. His body trembled uncontrollably, convulsing in fear. That fragile, seductive little angel in his head had transformed into a demon wielding a whip, lashing at him over and over until his flesh was torn open.
Suddenly, the lavishly decorated room turned eerie and terrifying. The walls and furniture around him twisted, morphing into a gaping, black maw that closed in on him. The shadows swallowed him whole before he even had a chance to scream.
And just before he lost consciousness, one thought echoed over and over in his mind—run. He had to get out of the Qin family’s territory. Because if he didn’t, there’d be nothing left of him. Not even bones…
“What a useless piece of trash.” Qi Fengyu nudged Pan Zhijie with the tip of his shoe, then turned to his men. “Take him back to the Mo Mansion. Don’t make a scene, keep the guests out of it. And the ones who helped him kidnap Young Master Qin? I want all of them delivered to the Mo Mansion by tomorrow.”
“Yes, Master Qi!” The men dragged Pan Zhijie away quickly, and silence returned to the room.
Qi Fengyu glanced at the tightly shut door and decided not to disturb Mo Shaoheng for now. Then he left the room. Qin Huanxi had been missing for quite some time, yet the Qin household remained calm and orderly. That could only mean Mo Shaoheng had everything under control. Otherwise, with how much Old Master Qin doted on Qin Huanxi, he would’ve turned this entire mansion upside down by now.
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Qin Huanxi slept uneasily. He dreamed he was walking on a tightrope, his body swaying in midair. Then, suddenly, he lost his footing. His balance was gone, and he began to plummet. The cold wind howled past his ears. He opened his mouth, wanting to scream, but the icy air rushed in and stabbed at his chest, making it ache.
His eyes snapped open, and the first thing he saw was an ornate, luxurious ceiling, with a grand crystal chandelier casting dazzling light. Then as his mind slowly cleared, he immediately sensed another presence in the room. He wasn’t alone.
Following his instincts, he turned his gaze toward the source of that presence. A man was sitting on the sofa near the floor-to-ceiling windows, resting his forehead against one hand. There was a glass of wine on the coffee table in front of him, and he seemed to be resting with his eyes closed. And from where Qin Huanxi was lying, he could just make out the man’s sharply defined profile—the high bridge of his nose, the firm set of his lips exuding both authority and indifference. His tall, imposing figure seemed almost swallowed by the deep backrest of the sofa.
Even while just sitting there, this man’s presence was impossible to ignore. But at this moment, no matter how remarkable or eye-catching he was, it couldn’t overshadow the storm of emotions surging in Qin Huanxi’s chest the moment he laid eyes on him. That old saying really hit the nail on the head—enemies are bound to cross paths!
He gave up struggling and simply lay back down, resting with peace of mind. After all, this wasn’t the first time he and Mo Shaoheng had found themselves in such an awkward situation. At least, aside from the dull ache in the back of his neck from being attacked, there wasn’t anything else wrong with his body—nothing that would make things between him and Mo Shaoheng even worse.
Before seeing Mo Shaoheng again, he only thought about him occasionally. After all, Mo Shaoheng was his son’s other father. But now that they were face to face, he realized his feelings toward him were a little complicated. What happened back then wasn’t Mo Shaoheng’s fault, so there was no reason to hold a grudge or dislike him.
If what happened between them had been nothing more than a one-night stand, he could’ve just treated it as a casual fling between adults. After all, Mo Shaoheng was someone he admired and respected. Before that night, he had never seriously thought about whether he preferred men or women, and honestly, he hadn’t minded the experience at all.
If possible, he actually wanted to be friends with Mo Shaoheng. Having someone so exceptional as a friend would be incredibly beneficial. But things weren’t that simple—they had a son. And he couldn’t predict how Mo Shaoheng would react if he ever found out the truth. His son wasn’t a gamble he could afford to take.
Which was why, until he found his son, he didn’t want to have anything to do with Mo Shaoheng. Once he did, he planned to use studying abroad as an excuse to take his son overseas and start a new life. He was sure Old Master Qin would support his decision. Call him selfish or heartless if you want, but his son was the one thing he could never give up. He was more important than his own life, and no one could take him away.
Just as he was lost in thought, a warm hand gently brushed against his forehead. His eyes snapped open, locking onto a pair of calm, steady eyes. He sat up without hesitation and asked, “You brought me back here?”
Mo Shaoheng stared at him in silence.
Qin Huanxi felt like there was something unreadable in Mo Shaoheng’s gaze. Wait, was it not Mo Shaoheng who saved him? Then how did he end up in Mo Shaoheng’s bed? He couldn’t have been kidnapped and brought here on Mo Shaoheng’s orders, right? That thought flashed through his mind for barely a second before he dismissed it. Mo Shaoheng didn’t seem like the type to pull something so pointless.
Mo Shaoheng handed him a glass of warm water. “Drink some.”
“Thanks.” He took the glass. His throat was dry from just waking up, so he drank almost all of it in one go. Just as he was about to set the empty glass on the bedside table, Mo Shaoheng reached out, stopped him, and took the glass himself, placing it back on the table. That small gesture made Qin Huanxi glance at him a few more times.
He was usually good at making conversation, but when it came to Mo Shaoheng, he had no idea what to say. On top of that, Mo Shaoheng wasn’t the talkative type either. The silence between them was thick and awkward, making him want to escape as soon as possible.
“It’s getting late. You should rest. I’ll head back now.” He lifted the blanket, about to get out of bed, when a pair of hands pressed down on his shoulders, pushing him back. He looked up in confusion at Mo Shaoheng’s calm, unreadable expression.
Mo Shaoheng tucked him back into bed, pulling the blanket up over him. “Go to sleep. I’ll stay in the guest room. Tomorrow morning, I’ll go with you to the main house. Old Master Qin invited me for breakfast.”
“Thanks.” Qin Huanxi suddenly smiled. He immediately understood what Mo Shaoheng meant. He had been missing the entire night, yet outside, everything was quiet and undisturbed. That meant Mo Shaoheng had already handled the situation for him. Old Master Qin had always appreciated Mo Shaoheng, so whatever excuse he had given must have been completely convincing.
Qin Huanxi knew now wasn’t the time to dig into the details, but he wasn’t about to just let this slide. First, there had been the car accident, and the original owner of this body had died instantly, soul scattered. And now, a kidnapping? He got lucky this time, running into Mo Shaoheng and escaping unscathed, but if this kept happening, who knew if he’d survive the next one?
He might not be able to find solid proof right away, but at the very least, he needed to figure out who kept trying to kill him so he could be prepared. And besides, he wasn’t the type to repay malice with kindness. If he ever got his hands on solid evidence, he’d make sure those people went down hard.
His current body wasn’t exactly in peak condition, and after everything that had happened, exhaustion was inevitable. Even while unconscious earlier, he had never really let his guard down, so his sleep had been light and restless. But now, he could finally relax, hence the moment his mind eased, fatigue crashed over him like a wave, and he quickly drifted off to sleep.
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