Chapter 13
What CEO Ruan meant was, no video call tomorrow.
The feeling of freedom finally arrived, but Zong Mo’s heart was still in his throat.
Without Ruan Chi’s remote surveillance, there was still the trouble of Lu Bo right in front of him.
And Lu Bo was much more trouble, because Lu Bo definitely wanted to top him.
Absolutely not.
The next day was the funeral scene, Lu Bo’s last cameo. Zong Mo just needed to play a corpse, which was very simple.
Unexpectedly, even with his eyes closed, he could constantly feel the main gong‘s scorching gaze.
Zong Mo: …
Can’t sweat. Sweating means an NG.
Next was the scene between Lu Bo and the female lead, Yin Qiao. Their voices faded into the distance.
“Cut.”
As soon as filming was over, Zong Mo grabbed An Lan and fled, refusing any dinner gatherings involving Lu Bo.
Lu Bo didn’t go to the dinner that night. Instead, he returned to the hotel early, preparing to pack his things and leave.
He didn’t like leaving the packing to others, and he also wanted to say goodbye to Zong Mo.
An interesting kid, and good-looking. The key was, he ran away the moment he saw him, making it hard not to tease him a little.
He felt even more intense in person than on the magazine cover. The lines of his face were sharp and smooth; no matter which direction one’s gaze slid, not a single flaw could be found. He wasn’t old but had a good physique, and he was tall, possessing a contradictory sense of being between a boy and a young man.
His eyes were clear and bright, crisp and clean. But because of their shape—inwardly hooked and outwardly tilted—and his narrow double eyelids, they added an indescribable flavor that perhaps he himself was unaware of.
In a word, pure with a hint of lewdness, lewd with a hint of purity.
In the hotel lobby, Lu Bo encountered someone who surprised him quite a bit.
A camel-colored coat enveloped a tall and straight figure. Most of his face was covered by a mask, but he looked very familiar, especially his eyes.
As the person approached, he subconsciously called out, “Little Chi?”
Lu Bo was also wearing a mask, and his hat was pulled down low. Ruan Chi walked without looking sideways. He only noticed him when he heard his voice and lifted his peach blossom eyes.
It really was Ruan Chi.
“Sorry, I’m used to calling you that,” Lu Bo quickly corrected himself. “Ruan Chi, long time no see.”
…Used to calling him that?
Ruan Chi raised an eyebrow. He had originally planned to just get a random room and use the key card to take the elevator. Seeing that Lu Bo seemed to be heading towards the elevators, he asked him, “You’re staying here?”
“Mm, for filming.”
…There are several film crews in this desolate place?
Ruan Chi couldn’t be bothered to think too deeply. He directly instructed, “Perfect. Let me use your card to swipe for the elevator. I’m going to the 22nd floor.”
Ruan Chi was empty-handed, carrying nothing. Lu Bo thought he had already checked into the hotel and asked, “When did you arrive?”
But Ruan Chi said, “Just now.”
Lu Bo continued to think. So someone has already helped him move his things and check in? All he needs to do is go up and knock on the door?
A bit strange. Ruan Chi wouldn’t be the type to share a room with someone. If it was an assistant, it would also be strange to leave him downstairs.
As he was thinking, they arrived at the 22nd floor.
Lu Bo also wanted to go to the 22nd floor, but Ruan Chi suddenly asked, “You’re also staying on the 22nd floor?”
The feeling that something was wrong intensified.
Lu Bo didn’t answer, just stepped aside to let Ruan Chi exit the elevator first.
Ruan Chi walked a few steps and could still see the light from the elevator behind him in his peripheral vision.
Hmm?
He walked a little further. He couldn’t tell if the elevator door was still open, but a gaze was stuck to his back.
He walked without hesitation, as if he was completely unaware and didn’t care. But in a place Lu Bo couldn’t see, his eyes had already darkened.
Heh, so that’s how it is.
He knocked on the door of room 2233.
The sign on the door read: Do Not Disturb. After a while, someone walked over, followed by the faint sound of the door chain being unlatched.
The door was locked properly. Not bad.
Just don’t let him find a second person in the room.
Zong Mo thought it was Little Wan bringing him dinner. He didn’t even peek through the crack first and opened the door completely, unguarded.
Even if it was a monstrous beast like Lu Bo outside, it was impossible for him to be suddenly attacked.
This was a society ruled by law, and moreover, there were surveillance cameras!
But he really was ambushed. A strong force pulled him, then shoved him into a corner of the wall.
Zong Mo: ?
Before he could throw a punch, he saw that the person pulling him was Ruan Chi. He was so shocked he forgot to move. Ruan Chi pressed in even tighter, squeezing out all the space between him and the wall.
Zong Mo: ?
Before he could even ask what was going on, his mouth was sealed shut, just as tightly, leaving no gaps.
Zong Mo reflexively struggled for a moment, but soon began to enjoy it honestly.
Kissing, how did the taste get so much better after just a few days? It was also possible that both their kissing skills had improved.
Zong Mo was kissed until his head was spinning. Only when he felt a lack of oxygen did he push Ruan Chi away, his reason returning along with it.
“Wait, wait, wait, there are surveillance cameras in the hallway!!!”
“And CEO Ruan, why did you suddenly…”
Why did you suddenly appear here? And why did you suddenly force a kiss on me?
Zong Mo didn’t get an answer, only a vital part being grabbed.
Zong Mo: …His body was always so honest.
“Heh,” Ruan Chi chuckled. “You’re this excited because there are cameras?”
Zong Mo said with a straight face, “I’m excited because I suddenly saw you.”
Ruan Chi sneered, gave him a push, and said, “Back to the room.”
Bang, the door closed. Click, it was locked from the inside.
The long corridor was empty, as if the brief but intense scene just now had been a hallucination.
Lu Bo: ?
Zong Mo didn’t expect that the first thing upon entering the room wouldn’t be taking off clothes, but being interrogated by his sponsor.
“Why is Lu Bo here?”
Zong Mo: …
How did Ruan Chi know Lu Bo was here so quickly?
And Ruan Chi had come over without any warning. He hadn’t even prepared an excuse.
He was just silent for a few seconds, thinking, and Ruan Chi pinched him.
Zong Mo: …
“Wait, wait, wait, let go first…”
Why are you pinching an indescribable place!!
His brain spun rapidly. He remembered that he was supposed to be the main gong‘s substitute. Although he still hadn’t figured out why the main shou was a substitute for the main gong, but.
Lu Bo was Ruan Chi’s white moonlight. That should be correct.
Which means, Ruan Chi likes Lu Bo?
So Ruan Chi was angry now because he had come eagerly to sleep with his golden canary, only to find that the substitute he had found and his white moonlight were in the same film crew, and he hadn’t known all along.
Is that what’s going on…?
Zong Mo wasn’t sure, but he could only explain from the beginning. “Lu Bo came suddenly the day before yesterday. He and Director Yang are friends. Director Yang asked him to make a cameo, but wasn’t sure if he could make it, so he didn’t tell the other actors about his participation in advance.”
“No one except Director Yang knew he was coming. Sister An Lan didn’t know either…”
Lu Bo seized the key point, repeating, “The day before yesterday?”
Wasn’t that the second day of filming?
And now, how many days had passed?
“If I hadn’t come over,” Ruan Chi said word by word, “would I, perhaps, only have found out when I saw him in the movie theater?”
Zong Mo: …
“He only has three scenes. He’ll leave after filming. It’s not a very important role…”
“Whose scenes?”
A sponsor worth billions who dominated the business world was indeed good at grasping the key points.
Zong Mo was dejected and confessed honestly, “Two of them are with me.”
Ruan Chi: …
Very good.
Because Ruan Chi demanded to be on top, Zong Mo actually felt like he had been topped.
He had to say, it was really good.
Because his full weight was pressing down, he went in particularly deep.
His CEO Ruan seemed to have calmed down for the time being, until after they finished, he reached out a hand, wiped, and brought it to his eyes for inspection.
Zong Mo: …He has to inspect this too?
That stuff was as thin as water.
Ruan Chi’s face was even darker than when he had first arrived. He said, enunciating each word, “Zong, Mo?”
Zong Mo: I knew I shouldn’t have showered for an hour and a half last night!!
And CEO Ruan had even reminded him to rest well!
…No wonder he had reminded him to rest well. Because from today onwards, there would be no rest.
He hurriedly explained, “I, I didn’t, I don’t have anyone, I took care of it myself. Every day.”
Ruan Chi asked, “When?”
“In the toilet, or in the shower.”
Ruan Chi was stunned for a moment, then smiled ambiguously.
“Heh.”
CEO Ruan was definitely not placated.
Zong Mo was bitten by him, and on the neck.
“Ah, ah, don’t, don’t bite here, I still have to film tomorrow…”
Would he only be satisfied if he displayed a hickey to the entire film crew?
Ruan Chi shifted the position slightly, but still on the neck.
Probably right where the collar of his clothes would just cover it, he bit down mercilessly.
Pain!
“As long as you don’t take off your clothes, it shouldn’t be visible,” Ruan Chi said. “Would anyone be staring at the back of your neck?”
Zong Mo accepted it.
Ruan Chi asked again, “When is Lu Bo leaving?”
“He said he’d film for three days before. Maybe he’ll leave tomorrow. I really don’t know…”
Ruan Chi didn’t torment him into the middle of the night, letting Zong Mo, who needed to wake up early tomorrow, sleep.
In the silence, he picked up his phone again and sent a message to An Lan: [Go ask what time Lu Bo’s flight is tomorrow.]
An Lan didn’t dare to ask too many questions and professionally sent back the information she had gathered: [9:30 in the morning.]
Ruan Chi calculated the time Lu Bo would leave the hotel and woke Zong Mo up at seven in the morning.
“Breakfast,” he said.
The groggy Zong Mo: ?
“There’s no kitchen here…”
“Go downstairs and buy it. Now.”
Zong Mo, disheveled, threw a long down jacket over his pajamas and took the elevator downstairs, uncomplaining.
Although Ruan Chi wasn’t very picky about food, he still bought a few different kinds of breakfast items and rushed upstairs with them while they were still hot.
Ruan Chi reluctantly looked through the breakfast items, then said, “Go downstairs again and buy me a cup of coffee.”
Zong Mo: ?
“Why didn’t you say so just now…” he muttered under his breath. “Anything else? I’ll buy it all at once.”
“You go down first. I’ll tell you if I think of anything else.”
Zong Mo: …Fine.
When it came to tormenting people, if Ruan Chi said he was second, absolutely no one would dare to claim first.
Zong Mo felt he would be very suitable as a director, as long as he wasn’t the one being directed.
The elevator came down from upstairs, stopped at the 23rd floor, and then opened its doors on the 22nd.
Zong Mo: …Fuck.
Sometimes, fate wasn’t always that strong. But with enough torment, a low-probability event becomes an absolute certainty.
Zong Mo looked at Lu Bo in the elevator, unsure if he should get in.
Anyway, there were surveillance cameras in the elevator too.
But, if the cameras couldn’t control his CEO Ruan, could they control the main gong?
Zong Mo’s mind raced. He felt that a man who could be the main gong in a “Green JJ” novel should be a law-abiding person who knew what propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame were.
Forget it. Get in. CEO Ruan couldn’t wait.
Lu Bo had his assistant take his luggage to the car first. He was just now leisurely making his way downstairs.
He didn’t expect to run into Zong Mo.
Lu Bo stood at the back of the elevator. Zong Mo stood in front of him, his back to him, his face almost touching the elevator door.
“Morning,” Lu Bo said.
“Morning, Teacher Lu,” Zong Mo tilted his head slightly and managed a greeting.
Then he continued to face away from him.
After Lu Bo returned last night, he kept thinking about the scene he had witnessed in the 22nd-floor corridor.
Now, meeting Zong Mo again, his feelings were quite complicated. He looked at him, but only got the back of his head.
Sliding down from the back of his head was a long, slender neck.
Because Zong Mo had already run up and down the stairs once, he was a little hot and had unzipped his down jacket. The back of his collar had also slipped down a bit to dissipate the heat.
Lu Bo: …
This red mark seemed to be…
Well, no need to say “seemed.” It even had teeth marks, clear as day.
As soon as they reached the first floor, Zong Mo ran off in a hurry. Lu Bo could only swallow the words he wanted to say.
Fortunately, he didn’t run into Lu Bo again on his way up.
Zong Mo, with a face full of nervous sweat, placed the coffee on the table, spilling a few drops by accident. His tone was accusatory, “Is that enough? Is there anything else you want me to buy?”
His impoliteness was obvious, but his sponsor didn’t get angry. He even smiled slightly and said:
“Tired? Let’s eat together.”
