Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Jian Zhinian was awakened by the pain, his stomach was churning, and no matter how hard he held it down, it didn't give him any relief. He propped himself up and retched, with the only remaining consciousness in his mind making him grab the trash can at the bedside.

"vomit……"

Jian Zhinian lay on the edge of the bed and retched for a long time before he vomited out some of the acid in his stomach. The pain in his stomach did not get relieved at all. His five fingers, which were supporting the edge of the bed, dug deeply into the sheets.

"Drink some water. You don't know how to drink. Don't drink so much next time."

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in my ears, and someone helped me up. The chest behind me was solid, making me want to lean on it.

Jian Zhinian paused for a moment before remembering that it should be Mu Qingyuan who came back.

I don’t know what time he came back, and whether he smelled of another woman’s perfume…

Jian Zhinian wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

"No, I don't want water."

"Take a sip to feel better. I added honey."

Jian Zhinian couldn't understand Mu Qingyuan's gentleness at the moment. He felt he couldn't refuse, so he drank.

Honey water is sweet with a bitter taste.

Jian Zhinian raised his hand and waved gently, saying, "I've drunk it, no need."

He fell back onto the mattress. The darkness covered his fragile and broken face. He closed his eyes and licked his wounds silently.

No matter how much pain your body feels, it is not as helpless as the pain in your heart that makes it numb.

Jian Zhinian gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, pressed them on his soft stomach, turned his back to Mu Qingyuan, and forced himself to fall asleep. Everything would be fine tomorrow...

Mu Qingyuan tried several times to pull his body back, but was silently rejected. He didn't sit at the head of the bed until the person next to him began to breathe evenly. He couldn't fall asleep.

Why did Jian Zhinian come after him at this time?

Why don't you just wait here?

The next morning, the hungover Jian Zhinian opened his eyes at six o'clock as usual. He lay on his side, with Mu Qingyuan's arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.

This posture is just like that of every couple in love, with their breath intertwined and they hug each other instinctively.

To the extent that he always thought that their feelings were still there.

It's just fate. Everything will be fine once the misunderstanding is resolved.

Now, Jian Zhinian realized that he had probably thought things were too simple.

Not everyone is themselves, guarding the love of the past and waiting in the same place.

Like every early morning, he tiptoed out of the room and washed up in the bathroom next door.

After a night of hangover and stomachache, his face looked a little bad, and the stomachache never let him go, torturing him minutely.

He walked into the kitchen, took the ingredients and put them in the casserole, turned on the fire and started to cook the soup. He would not give up on what he promised as long as he could do it...

Mu Qingyuan opened his eyes the moment Jian Zhinian walked out of the room. He had not slept all night, and his deep eyes were clear and bloodshot.

He walked out of the room and saw Jian Zhinian in the kitchen, wearing pajamas and leaning against the gas stove in a daze.

With a slight sigh, Mu Qingyuan walked over, hugged him from behind, put his arms around his waist, and rested his chin on his shoulder.

"Have a headache?"

Jian Zhinian shook his head and said nothing. He longed for such a hug and warmth, but he still pushed it away and turned around to sit back on the sofa.

He looked up at Mu Qingyuan who was following him. His lips were pale but his eyes were firm.

"Did you go on a blind date last night?"

Mu Qingyuan's eyes flickered, and he felt annoyed that he had been discovered. Instead of answering, he asked, "Did you get drunk just for this?"

Jian Zhinian was hurt when his thoughts were exposed. "Yes, so you did go on a blind date?"

"Yes, it was all arranged by my family." It was not his intention.

Mu Qingyuan wanted to explain. Originally, he didn't want Jian Zhinian to know about this, but someone had bad intentions and was testing his feelings towards Jian Zhinian.

Jian Zhinian bit his lip and said, "Are you attracted by her?"

Mu Qingyuan heard the slight tremor in Jian Zhinian's pronunciation of these words and chose a gentle answer: "We just met once..."

Jian Zhinian adjusted his breathing, looked at Mu Qingyuan, and said seriously: "Mu Qingyuan, if you like me, remember to tell me, I will stop pursuing you, and the contract will no longer be valid."

No matter how much he likes Mu Qingyuan or how much he wants to win her back, he still has a basic moral bottom line.

The soup in the kitchen was boiling. When the lid of the casserole was lifted, it made a fluttering sound. Jian Zhinian got up to lower the flame.

Mu Qingyuan's face was tense, and all that echoed in his mind was Jian Zhinian's words just now, "If I like you... I won't pursue you..."

How could he choose that?

There will never be that day!

So, Jian Zhinian, you said you would pursue her, so you can’t back down.

Seeing him busying himself clumsily, Mu Qingyuan couldn't help but walk up to him and said, "Didn't I say that I won't make soup anymore? It will get boring after a while."

Jian Zhinian endured the pain in his heart, raised his head and answered stubbornly: "If you don't want to drink it, I can make it for myself, is that not okay?"

Mu Qingyuan didn't expect Jian Zhinian to say this and was stunned.

Seeing him being humiliated, Jian Zhinian suddenly felt the pleasure of resistance. He continued, "Please don't bother me with anything other than the terms of the contract. You are the financial sponsor within the scope of the contract, but other than that, you are not my relative. Why should I bother you?"

"Please, don't meddle in other people's business!"

After saying that, Jian Zhinian stood up, walked past Mu Qingyuan, and returned to the living room.

Mu Qingyuan looked at Jian Zhinian's aloof back, and suddenly curled the corners of his lips. The nerdy stubbornness returned a little.

However, for him, such a Jian Zhinian was a little far away from him.

Mu Qingyuan closed his eyes and said, okay!

Jian Zhinian felt good for a while when he was arguing with others, but after that his mind went blank and he felt confused at heart.

Fortunately, the ringing of the cell phone in his pocket saved him. He looked relieved when he saw the familiar name on the screen.

"Nine Generals..."

"Zhi Nian, I'm in S City. I just got off the plane. Where are you? I'll go find you."

"Ah? You came to S City?"

"Well, you got drunk last night and scared me to death. I took two days off to come and support you. Don't let yourself be bullied."

Jian Zhinian suddenly felt warm in his heart and said, "Then you wait for me at the Skydome Mall closest to the airport. I'll be there right away. Have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet. I have an early morning flight, so I don't have time to eat."

"Then just don't eat, wait for me, we'll eat together."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

After a few simple words, Jian Zhinian hung up the phone, turned back to the bedroom, ignored Mu Qingyuan's frown, picked up a set of clothes and prepared to go to the bathroom to change.

"Where are we going?" Mu Qingyuan's voice was slightly cold.

Jian Zhinian answered frankly: "I need to meet a friend. If Mr. Mu doesn't need anything, I have to go out."

President Mu? Why did you change your attitude so quickly?

"When are you coming back?"

Jian Zhinian didn't avoid him when he called just now, so he naturally heard it all. He originally didn't intend to intervene, but the call of "Mr. Mu" made him inexplicably feel resentful.

"I don't know, it might be later, is that okay?" Jian Zhinian formally sought the sponsor's consent.

Mu Qingyuan's face darkened slightly, and he said, "Come back before nine o'clock."

"Okay, Mr. Mu, can you please move aside now?"

This person was stuck in the passage leading to the bathroom door.

Mu Qingyuan's eyes were full of mystery, locked on him, motionless, and said: "Change it here."