MHWFYYTMDF Chapter9

It was already getting very late. Even though he was just a corporate drone, he still had to save his own skin to keep working properly too, right?

He Muyan was still sitting on the sofa lost in thought, while Li Xiu had long since grown tired of standing. He couldn’t help but call out softly, “Boss.”

Without even lifting his head, He Muyan waved his hand, “Go on back. Sleep in a bit tomorrow, no need to rush to the company.”

Li Xiu was moved to tears, “Boss, don’t stay up late either. Go ahead and wash up to get some rest. Mr. Song is an adult; nothing will happen to him, so there’s no need to worry too much.”

He Muyan gave an “en”, “Head back.”

Li Xiu made a swift exit.

A few minutes after he left, He Muyan shifted his gaze back to the phone on the coffee table.

He picked it up, deciding to try calling one last time.

After the number was dialed, the ringtone sounded four or five times. Just when he thought it would disconnect automatically again with no answer, he suddenly heard the sound of the call connecting.

“Hello? Who is it?”

The voice on the other end was a bit petulant and sweet, quite different from usual, but it was undeniably Song Li.

He Muyan’s heart instantly settled, and his voice softened unconsciously, “It’s me.”

“You? Who are you?”

He Muyan paused. It wasn’t his imagination; Song Li’s current state was indeed a bit strange. He sounded as if… he was drunk.

He maintained his patience, “It’s me, He Muyan.”

“He Muyan, He Muyan…” The person on the other end mumbled the name twice, his voice slightly slurred and carrying a hint of clinginess, then gave a silly laugh. “Which He Muyan?”

Now He Muyan could completely confirm that this kid, Song Li, was drunk.

Hearing that the background noise on the other end was very chaotic as if he wasn’t alone, He Muyan tightened his grip on the phone, “Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”

“Ah?” Song Li replied naively. “Who are you? I don’t want you to pick me up. I’m still, hic, still drinking…”

He Muyan let out an exhale, “Song Li.”

It was the first time he had called Song Li by his full name like this. Perhaps his aura was too overbearing, managing to captivate the person even across the phone; Song Li paused for two seconds on the other end, then in a soft, deeply aggrieved voice, told him his current address.

He Muyan softened up again, saying in a gentle voice, “Good boy.”

He hung up the phone. He drove straight to the address Song Li had given him without delay for a single second.

At this hour, most shops had already closed. The izakaya Song Li and the others had chosen had opened twenty-four hours, which was one of the reasons Xu Shanshan picked the place; she knew they might end up drinking all night.

After the call ended, Song Li stayed in a daze for a few seconds. Xu Shanshan leaned close to him and asked in a drunken, slurred voice, “Teacher Song, who, who was that?”

Song Li shook his dizzy head, “I don’t know. He was so fierce…”

“Tck, what a psycho, daring to be fierce to our Teacher Song. Ignore him, let’s keep drinking.”

Although Song Li was still groggy, he remembered what the person on the phone had told him moments ago. He had said not to let him drink anymore, told him to be a good boy, and said he would come pick him up right away.

For some reason, he wanted to listen to that person’s words.

So he refused Xu Shanshan’s suggestion to drink more, leaning against the back of his chair and sitting there obediently, spacing out.

Song Li had a great trait when he was drunk, he never turned into a wild drunk; he was obedient, well-behaved, and even a bit dazed.

Seeing that he wouldn’t drink, Xu Shanshan pouted unhappily, clutching his arm and rocking it relentlessly, trying to force him to keep drinking with her.

The door of the private room was suddenly pulled open from the outside, and the few people still drinking turned their heads in unison to look toward the doorway.

He Muyan’s legs were excessively long, and standing there, he was nearly as tall as the door frame. His entire presence was imposing, and his sharp gaze swept across the private room before landing directly on Song Li sitting in the corner.

And also, onto Xu Shanshan, who was hanging onto Song Li’s arm like a sloth.

Drunk as she was, Xu Shanshan felt a sudden wave of coldness out of nowhere. She opened her bleary eyes, looking at the tall figure who had stood before her and Song Li at some unknown point.

Before she could open her mouth to ask, Song Li, who was right next to her, tilted his head up and gave a foolish smile.

“You’re here.”

He Muyan didn’t speak. With a cold face, he bent down to remove Xu Shanshan’s arm from Song Li, then wrapped his arm around Song Li’s waist and scooped the person up in one go.

Song Li went limp against him, looking entirely boneless.

Sensing his docility, He Muyan’s expression softened slightly. He lowered his head and asked him softly, “No more drinking. Let’s go home.”

Song Li had basically lost consciousness by now. Letting out a muffled “en,” he buried his face in He Muyan’s chest.

Just as He Muyan was about to take him away, the other teachers in the private room looked at one another. In the end, Tian Fu stood up to block him, “Excuse me, Sir, but might I ask what your relationship is with our Teacher Song? Seeing how drunk he is right now, we can’t just let you take him away whenever you want, can we?”

He Muyan didn’t have much patience, but these people were Song Li’s colleagues after all, and he didn’t want to make things difficult for Song Li later because of his own actions.

Looking down at the somewhat chubby, middle-aged man in front of him, he spoke in a deep voice, “I am his husband.”

Having finished speaking, he paid no attention to Tian Fu’s instantly widened eyes or the several gasps that rang out simultaneously in the private room, heading straight out with Song Li just like that.

Left behind, Xu Shanshan collapsed against the table, her reaction slow as she asked in a daze, “Who? What? Whose husband? Who’s talking?”

Nobody answered her.

Snapping out of his daze, Tian Fu wiped his face with his hand, “This is a big deal.”

He Muyan settled Song Li into the car. Fearing that the man wouldn’t be able to sit steady and might topple over, he simply let him lie flat down to sleep.

Song Li let himself be handled completely with his arms and hands resting limply wherever they were placed. When He Muyan touched his face, he even leaned in to nuzzle against his hand, looking exceptionally obedient.

Seeing him like this made He Muyan a little unhappy. He watched him silently for a while longer before getting up to head to the front seat.

It was already past eleven o’clock by the time they reached home. Unable to tolerate the stench of alcohol all over Song Li, He Muyan brought him into the bathroom.

The drunk Song Li was truly well-behaved, cooperating beautifully while being bathed. As he lay in the bathtub, his arms and legs looked slender and long, and his thin chest was still dotted with a few light purple marks left behind from the night before last, which had already mostly faded.

Lowering his eyelashes, He Muyan wiped his body down bit by bit with hot water.

Perhaps rinsed slightly awake by the water during his bath, Song Li had recovered a fraction of his consciousness by the time he was carried to bed.

As his body sank into the soft bedding, he caught a very familiar scent.

Following his instincts, he scooped the object beside him that carried that scent back into his embrace, hugging it tightly and nuzzling against it with satisfaction.

So soft.

Walking out of the bathroom, He Muyan stopped in his tracks mid-motion while drying his hair as he witnessed this scene.

When he came back last night, Song Li had also been sleeping soundly while hugging his pillow just like this.

Did he like his pillow that much?

He Muyan sat down by the edge of the bed and reached out to take his pillow back. Sensing that someone was trying to snatch it from him, the drunk Song Li pouted and hugged the pillow even tighter.

Bending down slightly, He Muyan spoke softly, his tone filled with a mix of helplessness and indulgence, “This is mine.”

Song Li’s eyelashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes to look at the person in front of him with a blurred gaze.

“He Muyan?”

Not bad, he could still recognize him.

He Muyan gave an “en,” caressing his face, “You’re awake.”

Song Li tilted his head, “Am I dreaming?”

“No. It’s me.”

Song Li blinked, but then suddenly seemed to get angry, his eyes widening, “So, you do know how to come back!”

He Muyan paused for a moment before saying softly, “Work was too busy.”

Song Li pouted, looking deeply aggrieved, “I made a whole table of food for you, and you didn’t even come back to eat.”

Thinking of those dishes in the refrigerator, He Muyan let out a soft sigh.

Like a child who had finally found someone to complain to, Song Li rattled on endlessly once he started, “You didn’t even give me your phone number, and you wouldn’t-wouldn’t let me add your WeChat either. I couldn’t reach you at all.”

He Muyan felt another stab of guilt. He was in the wrong and had nothing to say in his defense.

“Next time you aren’t coming home, tell me in advance, okay? Otherwise, I’ll-I’ll worry.”

He Muyan caressed his face, “Alright.”

Song Li grabbed his wrist, the corners of his eyes turning a bit red as he called out to him softly, “He Muyan.”

He Muyan’s heart skipped a beat for a few seconds. He answered in a husky voice, “I’m here.”

Hearing the response, Song Li smiled with satisfaction and hugged his hand tightly like a child unwilling to let go of a beloved toy.

Watching his naive state, it was the first time He Muyan realized someone could be this cute when drunk.

Song Li was still clutching his hand, letting out an unconscious whimper every now and then.

So cute.

It really makes one want to tease him.

He Muyan’s gaze grew darker and deeper. Setting down the towel in his hand, he bent his waist and leaned over before pressing downward.

He pressed his lips right against the drunkard’s ear, “Song Li.”

Song Li gave a muffled “en.”

Seeing that the man could still hear his voice, He Muyan settled his mind and continued to ask, “Do you know who I am?”

Song Li was very sleepy, but being his usual obedient and cooperative self when drunk, he answered whatever was asked. So he forced himself to pry his eyelids open, staring at the face in front of him through a hazy, unfocused gaze.

“He Muyan.”

He Muyan caressed the side of his face, “Who am I?”

Song Li tilted his head, his words coming out slightly slurred as he said, “He-He Muyan…”

Still unsatisfied, He Muyan pinched his chin gently, “What am I to you?”

Song Li whirled his muddled brain around, thinking hard for a long time, “You are… are… my husband.”

He Muyan nodded with satisfaction, “Then what should you call me?”

Song Li opened his mouth, but the moment the word “He” slipped out, He Muyan pinched his lips shut.

“Not that one.” He Muyan’s voice dropped lower, his eyes locking straight onto him. “Not that.”

With his brain completely turned to mush, Song Li stared into He Muyan’s eyes, which were as dark as ink. Suddenly, it was as if a light bulb went off in his head, and he let out a foolish giggle, “Laogong.”

He Muyan’s hand paused for a brief moment, his fingers brushing over his lips. “Call me that again.”

The very second before he lost consciousness entirely, Song Li thought to himself with deep grievance, From now on, I am never calling He Muyan Laogong while in bed ever again.

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