Volume One, Chapter 71: This Man's Stamina Is Getting Better and Better

Hanyue was so furious that she raised her hand and slammed it hard against the armrest of her wheelchair. Lin Xing’s gaze grew colder, his long lashes lifted slightly, his eyes filled with nothing but disdain.

“Get out.”

“Hanyue, didn’t Duoduo tell you before she left? Did she tell you that I am actually…” Mu Boyu’s voice caught in his throat, and to his surprise, his eyes stung with emotion.

All his life, Mu Boyu had never lacked for women. Yet now, thinking of the woman who once adored him and threw herself unhesitatingly into his arms, he found himself unaccountably sorrowful.

He really must be getting old; his heart had grown much softer than in his younger days.

He’d had so many women, but only for Yang Duo did he feel a pang of regret for abandoning her.

Perhaps he truly should have taken responsibility as a man; if he had, maybe Yang Duo would still be alive.

“Get out,” Lin Xing repeated, his voice cutting through the air. He had no desire to listen to any more nonsense from the man before him.

Compared to Mu Qiming, he found himself loathing this man even more, for no reason he could name.

Lin Xing pushed Hanyue into the hotel’s entrance.

Mu Boyu stood where he was, watching their figures fade from view.

He had already ordered someone to investigate Lin Xing, and now the report was coming in over his phone.

“Lin Xing is the son of Yang Duo and Lin Zhengbai, twenty-seven years old, working at the Food and Drug Administration. He also has a younger sister named Lin Yue, twenty-three, currently a junior in college.”

Hearing this, Mu Boyu became all the more convinced that Lin Xing was his own son.

“When Yang Duo married Lin Zhengbai, she was already three months pregnant.” He spoke with certainty—after all, Yang Duo had married Lin Zhengbai right after their breakup, so the child had to be his.

“Yes, Mr. Mu.”

Mu Boyu held the phone tightly. “Look into the cause of Yang Duo’s death…”

He paused, silent for a moment, then continued, “And find out where she is buried.”

“Understood.”

The call ended.

A flicker of emotion flashed through Mu Boyu’s eyes.

It had been twenty-eight years. It was time he apologized to Yang Duo.

-

Yu Mo had just gotten into Qi Yancheng’s car when her mother called.

“Mo Mo, what’s wrong? Your voice sounds off. I just spoke with Xiao Mu, and he sounded strange too. Did you two have a fight?”

The mention of Mu Shaozhou made Yu Mo’s heart ache.

“Mom, did he say anything to you?”

“No, what’s going on between you two?”

“Don’t worry, Mom. We’re fine. I’ll be home in a few days, and when I am…I’ll bring him to meet you.”

“Alright.” Only then did Mrs. Yu hang up, reassured.

Yu Mo felt a headache coming on. So Mu Shaozhou hadn’t told her mother about the breakup. She truly didn’t know how to bring it up.

Qi Yancheng drove Yu Mo back to the hotel.

Yu Mo didn’t want to think anymore; as soon as she lay in bed, she fell asleep.

Half-awake, she felt as if someone was holding her.

The man’s body was hot, his embrace so tight she could barely breathe.

At last, she struggled to open her eyes and saw who was before her.

It was Mu Shaozhou.

Or rather, his more charming alter ego.

In bed, he was passionate as fire, utterly different from the cold, stern Mu Shaozhou she knew.

He always knew just how to ignite the flame inside her.

“Let go of me…”

Yu Mo’s head spun. Instinctively, she tried to push him away.

This man always had a way of making her lose control.

But they had already broken up—how could he still have the nerve to hold her like this?

Mu Shaozhou, too, had drunk some wine, but not enough to lose his senses. On the contrary, he was perfectly clear-headed, acutely aware of what he was doing.

He buried his head in the crook of Yu Mo’s neck, his voice low, full of temptation and jealousy.

“You were the one who unilaterally broke up with me. I don’t agree. All you need to know is that the one I like is you.”

Yu Mo nearly wanted to slap him. If not for the dizziness sapping her strength, she would have lost control.

She spoke with biting sarcasm.

“Mu Shaozhou, listen to yourself. You want to have your cake and eat it too. Shameless!”

Tang Xinyan was a good girl—anyone could see she liked Mu Shaozhou. She was better suited for him, more suitable to marry him.

No matter which of them he wronged, he was still a scoundrel.

“Shameless?”

Mu Shaozhou repeated her word, a hint of bitterness glinting in his narrow eyes.

The next second, he pressed his lips to hers, pouring all the words he wanted to say into a deep, unyielding kiss.

The kiss was forceful, allowing Yu Mo no chance to catch her breath. His scent was so familiar that just a whiff made her heart tremble.

Yu Mo was helpless; getting over him was proving impossible.

“If you don’t want to suffocate, open your mouth,” came the man’s slightly breathless voice.

Yu Mo instinctively obeyed, and instantly her mouth was filled with his flavor.

Tonight, he was too passionate, like a burning sun searing her.

-

The next morning.

Yu Mo was awakened by pain as she rolled over.

She opened her eyes; it took several seconds for her vision to clear.

Memories of the previous night flooded her mind—Mu Shaozhou’s unsatisfied face was all she could recall.

She raised a sore arm to rub her forehead.

When she spoke, she realized her voice was hoarse.

“I should have locked the door from the inside!”

This man’s stamina was only getting better.

She climbed out of bed, holding her aching waist, and dragged her exhausted body into the bathroom.

“Ah!”

A shriek escaped her lips—she’d clearly been startled by the man inside.

“Mu Shaozhou, you really have no shame!”

She quickly averted her gaze from his muscular body.

“I’m just taking a shower. Are you going to bathe fully clothed?” Mu Shaozhou strode calmly toward her, long fingers turning her face to look at him.

A seductive smile played on his lips, his voice low and magnetic—especially in the early morning, when it was most likely to stir the imagination.

“Last night you were in my arms, crying and begging me not to leave, baby. Have you forgotten?”

Yu Mo couldn’t handle his kind of temptation; her face flushed instantly, but her mouth remained unyielding.

“Mu Shaozhou, that’s nonsense!” she retorted.

When had she ever begged him not to leave?

Seeing the little woman swearing, Mu Shaozhou’s thin lips curved in a perfect, amused arc.

He wrapped an arm around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace until there was not a sliver of space between them.

Yu Mo’s face grew redder. She struggled, trying to break free.

“Don’t move! If you keep it up, I can’t promise what will happen. Hasn’t anyone told you not to tease a man who’s just woken up?”

His last words were whispered directly into her ear, his breath hot against her sensitive earlobe. Yu Mo shivered and dared not move again.

The phone rang shrilly.

Mu Shaozhou loosened his grip. Yu Mo seized the chance to escape the bathroom.

She glanced at the caller ID—it was Douzi.

“Douzi, what is it?”

“Sister Yu Mo, I’ve been decocting medicine for Mr. Zhuang for three days now.”

“How’s the effect?”

Yu Mo unconsciously tightened her grip on the phone.