Under the increasingly dangerous gaze of He Shumo, Gu Jinmian swallowed hard and said, “His status is quite high. Considering the time we spent playing together as children, can you help me?”
He Shumo chuckled, his tone not sounding like a joke. “I can help you make him have nothing, lose his family and everything?”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
He Shumo touched his lips, speaking in a gentle tone, “This, no longer in tatters, it’s easy for a very wealthy little boy to fall in love with him now.”
His long black eyes, pupils fluctuating between light and darkness, and he spoke slowly and methodically. Not angry, not shouting, and even with a smile on his lips, Gu Jinmian understood why people were so afraid of him.
But the more dangerous Gu Jinmian sensed He Shumo becoming, the more determined he became. “No, you can’t touch him. I just like guys with high status and money!”
He Shumo’s mouth tightened, his eyes narrowing as he looked at him, the depths of his eyes shrouded in darkness.
Gu Jinmian clenched his fists, looking at him without fear.
If he was given a choice, and he chose to leave and be in a relationship with someone else, what’s wrong with that?
He wanted to make He Shumo realize how foolish his decision was.
This was the first time the atmosphere between them became so tense. Gu Jinmian felt it was more serious than when he scolded Yin Moshu in his book. His eyelashes trembled, fists clenched, and he defiantly looked at him, refusing to give in.
Suddenly, a smile appeared on He Shumo’s lips, and he spoke in a gentle tone, “Aren’t you going to be his little aunt?”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
The atmosphere in the entire bedroom suddenly shifted from one extreme to another. Gu Jinmian’s tense face turned red in an instant. “I-I was just joking. How did you even hear that?”
He clearly spoke in a hushed tone.
He Shumo smiled without uttering a word.
“You know it, and you’re still this angry. If I really date someone else, wouldn’t you…”
Gu Jinmian didn’t finish his sentence, He Shumo lifted his chin and silenced him. He blinked, and then he was engulfed by a familiar yet unfamiliar sensation, sending shivers down his spine.
Forget it, Director He does not care about his image.
And he really missed him too.
It felt like a day had passed, but it seemed like an eternity.
Gu Jinmian leaned against the wall, allowing He Shumo to support himself. He hugged He Shumo’s neck and drew him close.
Their breaths intertwined, the kiss deep, as if only this could provide some relief.
Feeling sorry for his legs and not wanting him to stand for too long, Gu Jinmian withdrew first and ended the kiss.
He Shumo’s eyes were dark and deep, like a dangerous and untamed beast that had been restrained, looking at him with dissatisfaction.
Gu Jinmian, with determination, pulled him towards the bathroom. Indeed, there was a large bathtub in the bathroom. Gu Jinmian pushed him into the tub, watching as his hair got wet, and he swallowed hard.
“Actually, oranges for the second time are delicious. I’ve already wanted to unlock this scene.”
He Shumo’s gaze turned terrifyingly dark, almost emitting a layer of hostility.
Gu Jinmian, always forgetful when it came to food, only remembered his vows on the bed when he was like a salted fish.
Really, no more dirty talk, or he might commit suicide!
He Shumo was still in the mood to send messages to others, while Gu Jinmian struggled to climb onto him, pulling at him. “Even if you don’t appreciate it, can’t you be a bit more considerate?”
He Shumo: “…”
He handed his phone to Gu Jinmian, who saw a message he had just sent to someone with the nickname ‘Secretary He’ on WeChat. “Send two sets of captain uniforms to Gu Jinmian’s workplace.”
Gu Jinmian: “???”
He Shumo cleared his throat, not looking at Gu Jinmian’s blushing face, and casually said, “Aren’t you a uniform enthusiast?”
Tricked with the school uniform once wasn’t enough; he wanted to do it a second time?
Gu Jinmian, with a hoarse voice, accused him with a stern expression, “I’m into uniforms, but shouldn’t you be the one wearing them?”
He Shumo: “…”
Gu Jinmian stared at him, clearly indicating that this matter was not over.
Having been bullied just now, and probably holding his breath in his heart, moreover, this combination of softness and fierceness was more like playing coquettish than genuine anger.
He Shumo compromised.
He handed his phone to Gu Jinmian.
Gu Jinmian placed the phone on He Shumo’s abdomen, lowered his head, and extended his only slightly defiant finger to tap on the phone, sending a message to Secretary He.
He Shumo: “Prepare two sets for me as well.”
Secretary He, who usually replied instantly, took quite a while to respond.
Unaware that this secretary was accustomed to rapid responses, Gu Jinmian continued typing in the conversation box.
He Shumo: “Also, prepare two sets of school uniforms for me.”
He Shumo: “And two sets of flight attendant uniforms too, please.”
Until Secretary He shakily sent a message, “Has your account been hacked?”
Gu Jinmian stopped at this point and returned the phone to He Shumo.
He Shumo glanced at the chat history, not knowing whether to laugh or cry and sent a voice message, “Get them ready.”
Satisfied, Gu Jinmian hummed as he leaned on him. “I’ll wear the captain’s uniform, and you wear the flight attendant’s uniform.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Of course, I have four stripes, and you have one!”
He Shumo: “…”
Gu Jinmian thought for a moment, smiled, his mood improved, but he still expressed a bit of dissatisfaction. “I don’t know what you’re thinking.”
“Do you not trust me? Was my performance inside the book not enough?”
He didn’t specify, but He Shumo knew what he was talking about.
He touched Gu Jinmian’s head and said, “Inside the book is inside the book. I want you to experience it for real before making a decision.”
He Shumo covered his mouth to prevent him from speaking, urging him to listen.
“I can’t go bungee jumping with you, can’t go skydiving with you, can’t play all the thrilling games you like.”
“You like freedom, like being carefree, wishing to fly to the sky, while around me is a suffocating quagmire. Are you willing to be confined here?”
“You only see them fearing me, but have you ever thought about what I did to make them so afraid of me?”
“I haven’t thought. I don’t want to think about anything.” Gu Jinmian buried himself in He Shumo’s neck, pressed against his ear, his soft and unreasonable voice blending with the night, gentle yet assertive. “I only know that I like you, and that’s enough.”
He Shumo’s throat moved slightly as he lowered his head to kiss the top of Gu Jinmian’s head.
Gu Jinmian looked up and asked, “What would you do if I leave? What if I don’t?”
He Shumo didn’t answer the first question, only responding to the latter, pinching his nape and saying, “Only one chance. If you don’t leave now, you won’t be able to leave for a lifetime.”
Gu Jinmian hummed twice, rubbing against He Shumo’s neck. “I won’t leave. I love you.”
After saying that, he looked at He Shumo, seeking an affirmative response.
“I love you too.” He Shumo tightened his grip on Gu Jinmian’s hand and resignedly said, “Mian Mian, I can’t be without you.”
Gu Jinmian was content, about to lift his head to kiss him, when his father’s call came again.
As soon as he answered, he heard his father’s worried voice, “Son, why haven’t you come back yet? You’re not doing anything foolish, right? Breaking up is nothing serious. Really, don’t take it too seriously.”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
Gu Yunpeng wanted to continue speaking, but Gu Jinmian quickly interrupted him, “Dad, I’m not heartbroken. I’m at his home.”
Gu Yunpeng fell silent for a moment and then began advising him, “That, son, I haven’t mentioned this to you much before, but you should know to wear protection. You have to be responsible, especially with someone else’s daughter.”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
He looked up at “someone else’s daughter,” whose chin was slightly lifted, seemingly indifferent as he played with his fingers, but his gaze was fixed on his face.
Gu Jinmian didn’t know how to explain to his father, especially since there were no signs of this before. Besides, he often acted coy in front of his father, claiming that he was not popular with girls.
He could only say vaguely, “Don’t worry, he’s wearing it.”
After saying that, he quickly hung up the phone.
It took Gu Yunpeng a while to understand the meaning behind that sentence.
He’s wearing it, he’s wearing it, he’s wearing it! He is he, not “she”!
It’s a he, and he’s wearing it!
Gu Yunpeng was thunderstruck.
After hanging up the phone, the lingering feeling in Gu Jinmian’s heart disappeared. It was like getting caught by parents for doing something wrong and filling the void by doing homework. He nudged He Shumo, “Did you finish today’s chapter?”
He Shumo: “…”
Gu Jinmian immediately caught a pigeon that was about to coo, “You just killed Yin Moshu. You’re not going to take a break, are you?”
“…,” He Shumo glanced at his phone, “It’s already past ten. Take the day off today.”
“No, readers will scold you. You have the speed of 3,000 to 4,000 words. Writing a chapter is quick.” Gu Jinmian stood up, supporting his waist, and brought a laptop to the bed. Face to face, he urged for an update, “Master, meal, hungry.”
He Shumo: “…”
Gu Jinmian crawled onto his back, locking his neck, “Hurry up! Even if Yin Moshu died, he can’t die so lonely in the hospital. Treat him better.”
He finally did what he had imagined before—rushing to He Shumo’s house and forcing him to treat Yin Moshu better.
Though the method was different from what he had imagined.
He Shumo clicked his tongue disapprovingly and began typing on the bed.
For some reason, his speed wasn’t as fast as before, taking an hour and a half to update a chapter with 3,500 words.
In one chapter; Yin Moshu’s fans contacted the Yin family since there was no one taking care of him. As fans were angrily criticizing the Yin family, Bai Qirui returned to the country and claimed his son, causing a sensation in the entertainment industry.
The first thing Bai Qirui and his team did was to bury Yin Moshu in a beautiful place, away from the public eye.
During his life, Yin Moshu faced many obstacles in the wealthy circle, but after his death, all the wealthy families in S City, including the Gu family, came to pay their respects.
Gu Jinmian also came. He stood in front of Yin Moshu’s tombstone, and neither joy nor sorrow could be seen.
[The proud and paranoid Yin Moshu is dead, in a beautiful place, in secrecy. In an unknown place, the drifting him finally found a home where he could rest.]
After finishing the chapter, He Shumo turned to look at Gu Jinmian and asked, “Is it okay?”
Gu Jinmian’s eyes were slightly red. He knew this was already good enough. Without proper setup, he needed to take responsibility for this novel and the readers. He knew He Shumo wouldn’t let Yin Moshu die in vain.
On the backend interface of the author’s screen, Gu Jinmian reached out to touch the last word, landing on the word “home.”
He smiled and nodded nonchalantly to He Shumo.
Only they knew that Yin Moshu had indeed found a home. It wasn’t the readers’ perceived grave; it was a home they built together.
This final chapter stirred a significant discussion. The comment section mentioned the author’s short length, and the almost forgotten Gu Jinmian’s existence. Some even felt that this chapter unexpectedly touched He Shumo’s heart, making him no longer the emotionless villain.
The [When will it End] group was also actively discussing, even mentioning @Gu Jinmian.
“Did He Bujin suddenly have a change of heart? He’s treating Yin Moshu so well!”
“Gu Jinmian, you still play a role [email protected] Gu Jinmian.”
“Unbelievable, the heartless He Bujin actually gave Yin Moshu a fulfilling ending.”
Gu Jinmian joined the group and said, “Because of me, he wrote it this way.”
“…”
“…”
“Gu Jinmian, did Yin Moshu’s death really drive you crazy?”
“If it were a small author, following the level you’re praising, it would be acceptable. Spending a few million to customize a book is no problem. But He Bujin?”
Gu Jinmian, looking like the only sober one among them, chatted with them for a while. When he exited the group, he saw He Shumo typing.
Hmm? Is he actually so seriously starting to write the next day’s update?
Gu Jinmian took a peek and was momentarily stunned. This was another version of the novel.
Yin Moshu fell from a horse and was hospitalized. The hospital received bad news, indicating that Yin Moshu might have died.
In reality, he didn’t die.
The cunning old fox of the Gu family, Gu Xijun, learned from Gu Qingyang, the third brother overseas, that Bai Qirui was searching for his son. Gu Qingyang had already found out that his son was actually in the country and narrowed down a few targets, with one of them being the popular star Yin Moshu.
Gu Jinmian, who enjoyed tormenting young stars, often mingled in the entertainment industry. After Gu Xijun took control of the hospital, to avoid suspicion, he sent Gu Jinmian to investigate.
The facial paralysis pervert and desperate celebrity, first met in a private hospital.
“I’ve heard about the young master of the Gu family. You wouldn’t spare even the disabled, would you?”
Gu Jinmian, with his paralyzed face, looked unexpectedly pure with his vacant eyes. He stared at him for a long time, “Disabled, disabled is good.”
Gu Jinmian tightened his grip on He Shumo’s neck for a moment, and He Shumo moved his neck slightly, struggling to speak, “Wrote it for you to read.”
Gu Jinmian excitedly bounced on his back, and like an octopus, reached out, and wrapped around his waist.
He Shumo chuckled in a muffled voice, seemingly having a headache., “From now on, I have to update two versions every day. Fortunately, one version is almost finished.”
“Big Brother, you’ve worked hard! Director He, you’ve worked hard!” Gu Jinmian said, “Let me massage your shoulders!”
The more Gu Jinmian looked, the happier he became. Perhaps because of the added emotions, he felt that this was written even better than the ongoing series on Jinjiang. It was a pity to be the only one excited about it.
“Publish it quickly! Publish it quickly!”
He Shumo: “…”
In the middle of the night, the head of the He Group registered another author account on Jinjiang, “He Chumian,” and published the first chapter of a fanfiction about a certain deity’s ongoing novel.
Gu Jinmian, feeling beautiful and unable to sleep in the middle of the night, went to Bishui to find his post and replied to an author’s comment.
[Wishing you a sweet and beautiful love.]
Reply: Thank you, we are together now, really sweet.
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I too wish to be able to urge my fave authors to update so effectively LOL