When midnight came, Song Mu received a call from Liang Hai. Once he ended the phone call, he left the CyberCafe and drove to the airport. It took a while to get to the airport’s parking garage because many people were also going there.
When he parked and walked inside, he made his way to the luggage pick-up area where his friend said he would be. As he was getting ready to stop at one of the pick-up spots until someone ran towards him, wrapping their arms around him. Song Mu almost hit the ground from the force of the hug.
Luckily, he did not fall and saw who hugged him—Liang Hai. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” Song Mu asked. He forgot that this would always happen. Once Liang Hai saw him, he would jump him for a hug instead of vice versa.
“I missed you. And when I saw you, I thought you looked better. Did you get a makeover for me?” Liang Hai teased.
Song Mu pushed him off, moving a few feet from him. “Haha, Liang Hai. Are you ready to go?”
“You are no fun.” Liang Hai waved off before he started walking. Song Mu followed him.
“Are you going to behave for your sister’s wedding?” Song Mu asked. After hearing and talking with Zhang Xuilan’s man-of-honor, Zeng Yujin, Song Mu feared her wedding would go downhill.
“Did you go see Zeng Yujin?” Liang Hai responded with a shrug.
Song Mu looked at his best friend with a sigh, “So, you knew about Zeng Yujin’s role? Look, you cannot see him this time, only at the wedding. And when you two are in the same room, do not start anything. You have to promise me.”
“Song Mu,” Liang Hai whined, “you sound like a scorned lover.”
As he hit his shoulder against Liang Hai, Song Mu repeated his last sentence, “You have to promise me.”
Liang Hai sighed, “I cannot make any promises. You know how Zeng Yujin and I are.”
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“Fine,” Song Mu compromised, “Don’t fuck anything up, or I will tell my father how much you love exercising now.”
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Song Mu felt his heart beating like crazy as he thought about Ren Yi; even his face became flustered while his hands started to sweat. A thought about Ren Yi could sometimes bring him to this state.
“His name is Ren Yi.”
Liang Hai sat up after he heard the name, “Ren Yi? The famous fashion designer? I heard of him; he has a tattoo fetish.”
“What?” Song Mu choked on his spit. He wanted to look at Liang Hai but had to pay attention to the road.
“Yeah. Three years ago, Ren Yi had a girlfriend; you heard about that, right?”
Song Mu nodded his head; he still felt jealous about that, and deep down was happy they didn’t last and that Ren Yi is single now.
“Well, I met the girlfriend before at my tattoo shop. She told me how much Ren Yi loves tattoos. She wanted to get more because every time he saw them, it ended in sex, and she loved the sex. But, they broke up a few days later, making her regret getting more tattoos.” Liang Hai explained.
Okay, so Song Mu’s hunch wasn’t wrong. Ren Yi did like his tattoos. And hearing the story from Liang Hai showed how much Ren Yi enjoyed seeing them.
“Okay,” Song Mu responded out loud, not knowing what else to say or how he should react.
Liang Hai slapped his shoulder, “So, buddy, you already caught the man. Now, you should keep him. And try to keep him; I heard from the ex-girlfriend that his relationships never last long.”
Song Mu bit the inside of his cheek, getting nervous at those words. Ren Yi is a private person; he barely talks about his relationships (from what he heard while working with Ren Yu) and rarely shows them to the public.
“Did you hear why?” Song Mu asked.
Liang Hai shook his head. “No, but I am sure you will be fine. You are a catch.” He encouraged him towards the end.
Song Mu still ended up biting his bottom lip, feeling nervous once again, especially since he has a date (?) with Ren Yi tonight (it is already a new day since it is midnight).
Once they reached his parent’s home, Song Mu parked the car and helped Liang Hai with his luggage. He pulled out his keys, picking the one to his parent’s house and unlocking the door as he and Liang Hai entered.
The living room light was on, showing his mother sitting on the couch, knitting a sweater. Song Mu set the luggage down and walked towards his mother. “Hey, mom.”
Hearing her son, the mother set down the unfinished sweater, standing up while hugging her son. “My cute boy, it has been too long since I have seen you.”
“I visited you and dad last week.” Song Mu muttered as he hugged his mother back.
Liang Hai ran towards them, joining the hug, “What about me, auntie?”
“I missed you too, Liang Hai.” The mother laughed. They hugged a bit longer before separating. The mother looked at her son, then at Liang Hai a bit longer before sighing, “You two are too skinny; I should make some food before Song Mu leaves. I have learned some new recipes.”
Song Mu shook his head, “Mom, it is okay. I will eat when I get home; you should be sleeping.”
“I can take some food.” Liang Hai cut in, causing Song Mu to kick his leg.
Once his mother got cooking, she would not stop until she tried everything she discovered. And every time, they had to eat it all so that they wouldn’t waste food. Song Mu felt green at the thought.
“Where is dad?” Song Mu quickly changed the subject before his mother started walking towards the kitchen.
“He is having his midnight run.” And right after she spoke those words, the door opened as a loud voice resonated in the house.
“Honey, I saw our son’s car outside!”
Please, don’t ask me to join you. Please, don’t ask me to join you. Song Mu repeated in his mind as he could hear his father’s booming steps entering, then he felt himself getting lifted as his father picked him up while turning him around.
“Dad, please, let me down.” Song Mu already felt dizzy. His dad laughed before setting him down while holding his shoulder so that Song Mu wouldn’t fall.
“I want to be lifted too.” Liang Hai raised his hand. Song Mu wanted to hit his best friend.
He knew his best friend only wanted his father to lift him so that he could have the excuse to touch his father’s chest. When people saw his father, they always paid attention to his chest. Song Mu heard many times that his father has “big titties.”
Before his father could do the same to Liang Hai, Song Mu thought it was time for him to go. “It is time for me to go. I will come back in the afternoon.”
His father slapped his back, making him choke. Even if it was a soft pat, it still held too much power. “You better. Your mother has made you new sweaters, and we haven’t exercised together for a while.”
I would rather die. “Okay, dad.” He moved away as he waved, “Bye and love you guys. See you soon.”
He quickly exited, making his way to his car as he rubbed his aching back. It seems his day will be productive in a few hours.
Thanks for the chapter~
Liang Hai does sound like someone who would be hard to walk away from. The daddy molester part is just a bonus 😆.