EWH 11

Just imagining Xu Wanhe losing it in rage after getting played gave Yang Moshou a twisted sense of satisfaction.

But honestly, it wasn’t that satisfying.

By the time he got home, he was drenched in sweat from the heat.

While the air conditioner worked to cool the place down, he went to the bathroom and splashed water on his face.

The water from the tap came out warm.
It hit his face without easing the heat one bit.

Yang Moshou straightened up and stared at the reflection in the mirror.

Red lips and white teeth. His features weren’t exactly handsome, but at least he looked clean.

So why the hell did that dark bastard still want nothing to do with him, no matter how hard he threw himself at him?

Yang Moshou wiped his face with a towel and stepped out. The living room had cooled down completely.

Outside the window, streaks of fiery clouds filled the sky.

Standing by the fridge, with the evening light reflecting off his skin, his face looked like it had a layer of oil on it.

The fridge’s fresh-keeping compartment was packed to the brim. Yang Moshou stared blankly at one of the shelves, eyes unfocused.

He had really gotten it all wrong. Thought Xu Wanhe might have actually liked him. But looking at it now, the guy probably hadn’t even been interested in his body, let alone anything more.

He should have known better. Should have seen it coming. A man like that, with a bad temper and lousy taste, still had status and looks. People would be lining up just for a shot at getting close.

Throwing himself at him only to get rejected was humiliating, but considering Xu Wanhe had helped him in a fight, Yang Moshou was not ready to give up yet.

It did not matter if Xu Wanhe did not like him. Wasn’t there a saying, feelings grow with time?

The cold air from the fridge made him shiver.

He quickly shut the fridge door, then opened it again to grab a bottle of Yakult.

Forcing himself onto the guy like that probably was not the smartest move. It would be better to work with what the man liked.

Yang Moshou stuck a straw into the bottle and took a sip.

He did not know much about Xu Wanhe’s preferences, but there were at least two things he was sure about. Clothes, and that boss of his.

Yang Moshou bit the straw and tried to remember the color combinations and brands Xu Wanhe had worn during their few meetings.

Just thinking about it made Yang Moshou lose his appetite, but he still opened his laptop, searched Taobao for a few items in similar styles and colors, and added them to his cart.

Once he finished the Yakult, he tidied up a little and got ready to head downstairs to ask around about that boss.

There was a barbecue stall downstairs. At this time of day, the owner would already be setting up shop along the street for the evening crowd. The boss was a guy from the northeast. Word was, he used to be in the underworld. Yang Moshou thought the guy did look pretty rough, his style definitely screamed street, but somehow he still did not come off like a real gangster.

The food, though, was seriously good. Yang Moshou often brought friends there to eat, and since he lived nearby, he had become quite familiar with the owner.

The guy was carrying out small wooden tables when he saw Yang Moshou coming over. He greeted him warmly, and the two of them started chatting.

After Yang Moshou explained why he came, the owner gave him a full rundown of the city’s underworld. He said there used to be a big boss named Tang Pei, the most powerful guy in town, but he vanished out of nowhere. Under him were two promising young guys who ended up making names for themselves. One was Xu Wanhe. The other was Tang Ziyan. The barbecue guy said Xu Wanhe was more ruthless. Back in the day, he had really wanted to follow him. As for Tang Ziyan, he had never met him, but heard he was a pretty boy, and sly as hell.

Yang Moshou thought for a moment. “Aside from this Tang Ziyan guy, is there any other boss around here who looks clean and pale?”

“Nope,” the barbecue owner replied, and glanced at his wife who was setting tables nearby. “What are you doing? Don’t you see there’s a table over there? Go take their order already.”

Yang Moshou gave a slight nod, murmuring to himself, “Oh, then that must be Tang Ziyan.”

Suddenly, the people at the new table stopped ordering and turned to look his way.

The owner nudged Yang Moshou with his elbow. “Xiao Yang, keep your voice down…”

One of the guys at the table suddenly stood up and pointed at Yang Moshou.

“Fuck, isn’t that the guy from this afternoon? Hey, I’ve been looking for you. You disappeared out of nowhere. Xu-ge was saying you might’ve been taken out for revenge. He told me to find you.”