Shen Mochen was the one who ended the call with Catherine. If he had wanted to chat endlessly, Catherine probably wouldn't have minded keeping him company a while longer, but Shen Mochen still didn't want to bother her too much.
What was this all about? Getting dumped by his current girlfriend and then running to his ex-girlfriend for comfort, sobbing and sniveling?
Moreover, if he were to really think about it, he had wronged his ex quite a bit—in a way, presenting himself as a loser now just felt utterly pathetic.
After hanging up the call, Shen Mochen lay on his bed in a starfish position. He felt a sense of loneliness that he hadn't experienced in a long ti.
It was at this ti that he realized how lucky he had been. If it hadn't been for Xia Qingrou, his life since 0819 would have been just as boring as it was at this very mont.
His days had been too blissful, so much so that he almost took it for granted, failing to see it as a favor from soone else.
He understood that it was all bound to end, but he hadn't expected it to co so suddenly, catching him totally off guard.
He had a vague feeling that Xia Qingrou's reason for breaking up with him wasn't just because of his concealnt. If that were the only reason, she wouldn't have been so resolute in leaving no chance for reconciliation.
But he didn't want to think about the reasons anymore. When one is lonely, one tends to be very tired, unwilling to think about anything.
He glanced at his cellphone and saw many missed calls—all from Cai Yuncui.
He replied to Cai Yuncui with a ssage, "I'm fine, I'll call you tomorrow," but he didn't call back.
At this mont, Shen Mochen already felt regretful and confused about his habit of lying. He felt he was wrong; it seed that being a liar was not a good habit after all.
Yet when he was ssaging Cai Yuncui, he couldn't help but utter another lie, and he didn't even realize how crude the lie "I'm fine" was. Even Cai Yuncui would not believe it.
After sending the ssage, he tossed his phone aside. At this point, he didn't want to speak on the phone with Cai Yuncui. He knew what Cai Yuncui would say, and he also knew it wasn't what he wanted to hear. She and Xia Qingrou had been close friends for many years, their relationship no less profound than his own.
If Cai Yuncui were by his side now, he could have asked her to keep quiet and then buried his face in her bosom for healing, but over the phone, there wasn't much to say.
Perhaps he should really listen to Xia Qingrou's advice to et his biological mother. As he thought about it, Yin Caiyu also suggested this before she went off to face her death, almost like she was entrusting her cares to him.
Shen Mochen had always been prepared for her to co knocking on his door.
In fact, ever since Yin Caiyu awakened her superpower, he felt it was likely she would co to claim kinship, but she did not seek him out over the past two years.
Yin Caiyu's awakening was almost common knowledge in their slum, and even though she had married and moved away, she should have heard the rumors. However, her silence over the past two years left Shen Mochen guessing that maybe she didn't find a good reason to reach out because she and Yin Caiyu were not related by blood.
But now that he was the one who had awakened a superpower, what reason did she have not to co looking for him?
Before entering Buque, Shen Mochen signed a heap of docunts, including one concerning who would inherit his assets and receive compensation if he were to die. The default beneficiary was Wu Wenyue, so after marveling at Buque's impressive intelligence capabilities, he imdiately changed the beneficiary to Yin Caiyu.
However, due to Yin Caiyu's unique situation, the change did not go through. After so hesitation, Shen Mochen then designated Cai Yuncui as the beneficiary.
While confirming the change, Shen Mochen found it laughable. He had thought it ridiculous that in this world, he couldn't find anyone to accept his inheritance, and his only option was a teacher neighbor he had t just a month ago.
Looking back on it now, it seed like a rather inappropriate move. Even if Wu Wenyue wasn't exactly a good mother, he still had a sister, a little thing that would be about ten years old by now. He didn't even know what she looked like.
Maybe he could leave so inheritance for her. That way, if he really died one day, maybe soone would sweep his grave... or at least rember that he, as a brother, existed.
Shen Mochen had previously asked Du Ziqi whether he had inford Wu Wenyue about his awakening superpower, and Du Ziqi had given an affirmative reply, after all, she was considered the default primary beneficiary of Shen Mochen's newfound abilities.
So, Shen Mochen had been waiting for Wu Wenyue to co knocking, seeking to forge connections. He thought her to be an opportunistic person, one who wouldn't miss a chance to "strike it rich." And once she did co, he planned to unleash over a decade of pent-up anger on her.
With the most humiliating thods, with the most humiliating words.
She'd better bring her daughter along and play the affection card, so he could show the sister just how despicable and laughable their mother was.
It was odd, why hadn't she approached him yet? Their current financial situation wasn't that great.
Shen Mochen's mind was in turmoil as he took a deep breath in; the air was filled with remnants of citrus sweetness and a hint of lan zi fragrance.
Liu Chaoyan had just visited, though she only spoke of trivial matters.
Liu Chaoyan, Liu Chaoyan... he had let her see him in a disheveled state again.
When he was no longer that little beggar from the past.
Shen Mochen slowly closed his eyes, wanting to sleep, but sleep eluded him.
Was the blanket too thick? After all, it was the beginning of sumr, yet he was covered with a spring-autumn quilt from more than a month ago.
Shen Mochen slightly lifted the blanket, but then felt chilly, so he wrapped himself in it again.
What an uncomfortable season, Shen Mochen thought as he lay under the covers, the scent of citrus assaulting his senses.
Perhaps an apology tomorrow would be in order—he might only really want to cajole her, to make himself pay more attention to her. Perhaps she was just angry in the mont and a night's sleep would dissipate her anger. Shen Mochen told himself.
But he also knew he was rely comforting himself; with his years of observing and understanding nuances in behavior, he knew it wasn't that simple.
Moreover, he couldn't answer Xia Qingrou's question.
Sleep, sleep... Shen Mochen told himself, but he tossed and turned, only falling asleep in the early hours.
...
The morning sunlight was slightly blinding as Shen Mochen, groggy, sensed soone beside him. He lifted his hand and touched sothing hemispherical, like a freshly baked large bun, but infinitely softer and fuller, tempting his fingers to sink into it.
Was it Xia Qingrou... Shen Mochen thought hazily, instinctively reaching out to embrace her. The person beside him seed to tense up suddenly, followed by a burst of fragrance, as fresh and natural as grass after rain.
Pain shot through Shen Mochen's neck, and before he could fully awaken, he fell back into a deep sleep.
The morning sunlight was a bit blinding, and Shen Mochen, half asleep, felt soone beside him once more. He lifted his hand and felt sothing hemispherical, like a freshly baked large bun, but infinitely softer and fuller, tempting his fingers to sink in.
Was it Xia Qingrou... Shen Mochen thought hazily, instinctively reaching out to embrace her, and burying his face in her chest as he usually did. However, a mont later, he realized sothing was off.
The scent at the tip of his nose was unmistakably not the usual citrus sweetness but the sweet fragrance of sweet osmanthus. And the size was wrong too; the touch on his face told him that it was clearly larger than usual.
Most importantly, why would Xia Qingrou possibly climb into his bed at this ti?
Shen Mochen's eyes snapped open as he pulled away from the gentle trap, and upon looking up, he saw Xiao Xingshuang staring at him expressionlessly.
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