EWH 30

At first, Yang Moshou didn’t notice Xu Wanhe was secretly watching him. But once he realized, he shifted his body sideways and turned the screen away, deliberately blocking his view.

Xu Wanhe instantly got irritated, but since he didn’t want to admit he had been secretly watching, he had no choice but to hold it in.

Just then, a call came through. The poor person on the other end became the target of Xu Wanhe’s bottled-up anger.

Yang Moshou kept playing his game while glancing at the man beside him, who was now cursing loudly into the phone.

Seeing him so furious, face dark and neck bulging, Yang Moshou thought he looked kind of pitiful. He figured there was no need to be so petty with him, so he turned back around and even leaned a little closer so Xu Wanhe could see the screen again.

After a while, Yang Moshou stopped paying attention to him. But from the sounds around him, he guessed the man wasn’t that angry anymore. Probably back to sneaking glances.

The ride was peaceful after that. When they arrived, two underlings got out and opened the doors for both Xu Wanhe and Yang Moshou.

Yang Moshou followed behind him and for some reason thought of those scenes in TV dramas. The mob boss walks ahead in shades and a white scarf, and behind him is the sultry mistress. With just one look, the underlings rush to serve up all the best food.

He glanced at Xu Wanhe’s outfit, then heard his stomach growl, and sighed.

The place was surrounded by malls, and since it was mealtime, a bunch of mall employees and service staff were out grabbing food.

The smell from the street vendor selling flatbread wraps was downright mouthwatering.

Yang Moshou followed Xu Wanhe into the building, looking back every few steps. In the end, he couldn’t resist and tugged at Xu Wanhe’s arm.

Xu Wanhe turned slightly. “What is it?”

Yang Moshou pointed outside. “I’m going to grab lunch.”

Before Xu Wanhe could respond, one of the men beside them stepped forward with great tact. “Xiao Yang-ge, I’ll get it for you.”

Xu Wanhe didn’t say anything else and headed upstairs.

Yang Moshou felt it was unnecessary to trouble someone over something as small as getting food, and he wasn’t used to ordering others around anyway, so he politely turned the offer down.

He wasn’t like some thugs who, despite being perfectly able-bodied and built like tanks, made their underlings do everything for them like they didn’t have hands of their own.

He preferred doing things himself.

There was a line at the food cart. While waiting, Yang Moshou stood at the front, trying to figure out the perfect combination of fillings, all the while feeling a little bitter inside.

He thought about how he had passed up a nice meal just to buy this flatbread wrap. Xu Wanhe hadn’t even bothered to stop him.

Once he got his hands on that man for real, he was definitely going to give him a good lesson.

Just as he was grumbling to himself, a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned around and locked eyes with Xu Wanhe.

There was a flicker of irritation in Xu Wanhe’s eyes. “Enough. Stop standing around in this heat. Tell me what you want to eat and I’ll have someone get it.”

Yang Moshou rolled his eyes. “I want hotpot.”

Xu Wanhe smacked him on the head. “Are you looking to die? Pick something easy to carry.”

Yang Moshou frowned and followed him upstairs. “Fine. Flatbread wrap then.”

Xu Wanhe couldn’t be bothered to reply. He just told someone to go wait and get it.

They took the elevator upstairs. Xu Wanhe led the way into a room. As soon as the door opened, he walked straight over to the big armchair in the center like he owned the place.

All the men who were already in the room immediately stood up, heads down and respectful.

Seeing that Xu Wanhe didn’t say anything else, Yang Moshou didn’t bother with formalities either and followed him right in.

The people in the room began talking.

Yang Moshou couldn’t understand a single thing they were discussing, but it was obvious the men were being cautious around an outsider.

To Xu Wanhe, though, this wasn’t anything important. Nothing worth keeping from the lttle doctor anyway.

But the matter itself was annoying as hell.

The territory he had just taken over from Tang Ziyan wasn’t exactly peaceful. Trouble kept popping up, and Xu Wanhe had been busy replacing all the old hands with his own people, even if those guys used to be his buddies back when they worked under Tang Pei. Xu Wanhe didn’t trust them anymore.

Truth was, he didn’t even trust Tang Ziyan.

Even though he’d almost lost his life for that guy back then.

When Tang Ziyan said he wanted to hand over the business, Xu Wanhe had turned him down at first. But once he decided to take it, he took it for good. No turning back. Even if Tang Ziyan regretted it later, there’d be no way to claw it back.

After all these years in this business, Xu Wanhe had seen too many betrayals and people turning on each other.

Everyone was out there looking to stab you in the back, and he was the dumbass still trying to shield people from the blade.

His teeth clenched in frustration.

But if it was him, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t make the same choice.

Still, there was no way he could just abandon Xiao Tang.

Fuck it. In the end, he basically handed Tang Ziyan over to that bastard Shen Han.

His mood went sour again.

Whatever the people nearby were saying, he wasn’t listening.

All he could hear was the wet slurping sound coming from behind him.

He turned around and saw Yang Moshou sitting at the back, legs crossed, casually licking a popsicle he had taken from the mini fridge next to the liquor cabinet. He was licking it like it was the only thing left on earth.

He ran his tongue from top to bottom, curled just slightly at the tip, then slowly pulled it into his mouth and let it slide back out,

Xu Wanhe’s scalp tingled. But oddly enough, his mood lightened a bit.

“Can you fucking not eat like a pervert? It’s disgusting.”

Yang Moshou replied with the popsicle still in his mouth, words muffled. “You really have a problem with everything. I’m just having an ice pop to hold me over, and even that pisses you off?”

The others in the room looked stunned.

Everyone knew Xu Wanhe’s private life was a mess. He always had men and women hanging around. But this was the first time they’d seen a bed partner who dared talk back to him like this.

What shocked them even more was that despite his stone-faced look, Xu Wanhe didn’t actually seem mad.

He muttered with a hard face, “Eat my ass! Your food’s on the way. Stop making those damn noises, I’m already in a shit mood.”

Yang Moshou pulled the popsicle from his mouth. “Should I wrap you in the flatbread too? Would that make you feel better?”

As he spoke, the door opened and one of the guys walked in, dripping with sweat.

“It’s here. Flatbread wrap, nice and hot..”

Everyone in the room turned to look at him.

Still pissed off from being yelled at earlier, Yang Mosh grabbed the half-eaten ice pop and shoved it into Xu Wanhe’s pants pocket.

Xu Wanhe didn’t notice a thing. He just turned his head and looked at the man on the couch.

“Where the fuck did this idiot come from?”

The Northeastern guy on the couch scowled, stood up, snatched the flatbread wrap from the younger man’s hands, and kicked him hard in the ass. “Get the hell out.”

Yang Moshou took the flatbread as he watched the sweaty guy get kicked out. He looked genuinely sympathetic. “You guys are rough. He didn’t even do anything.”

Xu Wanhe gave him a glance. “What the fuck do you know? Everyone starts from the bottom. Back when I didn’t hold someone down for my boss, I got slapped twice and thrown out too.”

Yang Moshou blinked. “You couldn’t even hold one guy down?”

Xu Wanhe stared at him for a second. “I just didn’t want to. You got a problem with that?”

Yang Moshou took a bite of his food. “You’re actually pretty decent.”

That one sentence shut Xu Wanhe’s anger right down.

“Decent how?”

“Not helping a scumbag. Your boss was probably trying to rape someone. That makes you the good guy.”

Xu Wanhe went quiet for a moment, then spoke with fake modesty, “Probably not.”

Yang Moshou was still eating. “So what happened to the victim?”

Xu Wanhe took a long drag from his cigarette. “Got gang raped.”

Yang Moshou swallowed. “That’s fucking awful.”

Xu Wanhe didn’t reply. He felt like he might have said too much.

The men on the couch pretended they hadn’t heard anything, but they all knew. Anyone who had been in this world long enough had heard of things like that.

Still, it didn’t matter much. Tang Ziyan had made it out. Every boss had some ugly history.

Among this group, Xu Wanhe’s reputation was considered relatively clean. But back in the day, he had been treated like a dog by Tang Pei too. No one came out looking good.

The guys nearby started chatting about random things along that topic, spinning off into gossip.

Yang Moshou munched on his flatbread and glanced at Xu Wanhe, whose face had gone dark and quiet. For some reason, he found the man kind of pitiful. Thinking back to how he used to get beat up by his boss, it didn’t seem like he had it easy either. Maybe he didn’t need to keep picking on him all the time.

If he could treat him better, then he might as well. His tolerance was strong enough. It wouldn’t kill him.

Mostly, it was just uncomfortable to see the guy’s pants soaked like that and not even notice.

So Yang Moshou reached into Xu Wanhe’s pocket, pulled out the cold, melting stick of ice, and quietly tossed it into the trash.