Chapter 3: The Service (edited)
A tall, burly man with a fiery red buzz cut and a black shirt so tight the buttons threatened to burst suddenly appeared, spinning around and slamming his thick arm into the front of the cart.
The man, whoever he was, possessed incredible strength. With a single swipe, he sent the alcohol-laden cart tumbling to one side. The unprepared Mu Mu lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
The metal cart and countless bottles crashed to the floor with a loud “bang!” The sound of shattering glass and the sharp, pungent smell of spilled liquor filled the air.
Instantly, the lively private room fell silent; even breathing seemed to stop. The dancers halted, the laughing and flirting ceased, and everyone looked at Mu Mu in shock.
Mu Mu, the center of attention, was stunned, either by the sudden event or the fumes of the alcohol. He lay amidst the broken glass and spilled liquor, still in his fall position.
The red-haired man, Aqi, frowned at the mess, glancing at the sofa area, his lips moving silently in a curse.
He strode over to Mu Mu, the thick soles of his boots crushing glass fragments with a grating “screech.”
Aqi bent down in front of Mu Mu, his large frame looming over the small boy. To Mu Mu’s terrified gaze, his large hand clamped around the boy’s neck, lifting him up like a kitten.
“Mmm!” The pain in his neck and fear of his unknown fate made Mu Mu’s eyes widen. He grabbed Aqi’s wrist with both hands, helplessly kneeling in the broken glass and alcohol, a whimper escaping his throat.
“I’m sorry, I’m wrong, woo woo, don’t hit me, I’ll pay, I really will.” His tearful voice was soft and pitiful, attracting the attention of everyone in the room.
“What are you crying about?!” Aqi saw Mu Mu’s reddened eyes and nose, his face darkening, he snapped.
He felt wronged and frustrated. He hadn’t intended to hit him, only to throw him out. Why was he crying?!
In truth, Aqi had good intentions. Fearing the wrath of the terrifying figure about to appear, he was trying to prevent the innocent server from suffering any harm.
But he forgot that his red hair, his nearly two-meter height, his muscular physique almost bursting his shirt, and his intimidating aura made him look like a pirate with blood on his hands. Grabbing someone’s neck like that…naturally, Mu Mu would be terrified.
Mu Mu’s lack of tears at this point was a testament to his courage.
Aqi, fearing the delay would further anger the person he feared, raised his other hand to cover Mu Mu’s mouth and tightened his grip, trying to lift him up again.
At that moment, a magnetic, elegant voice rang out in the silent room, “Aqi, let go.”
Aqi, previously furious, trembled and loudly replied, “Yes.” Without hesitation, he released his grip. The unprepared Mu Mu fell back to the ground with a “thump.”
Shattered glass and liquor, piercing his cheap trousers, cut into Mu Mu’s leg. But the pain was overshadowed by fear; he frantically lifted his head, his face pale, and looked toward the source of the voice.
But the distance was too far, and he only saw a pair of legs, clad in black trousers, and black shoes.
“I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry,” Mu Mu stammered, not daring to argue, fearing the person’s displeasure, taking all the blame, “I really didn’t mean to, I’ll pay for it.”
“Heh.” The man, as if amused, chuckled softly.
He rose from the darkness, walking to the soaked Mu Mu amidst Aqi’s terrified gaze.
Kneeling on the messy floor, his expensive black silk trousers stained with murky liquor, forming an ugly, wrinkled circle.
“Are you alright? Are you injured? Can you stand up?” He frowned slightly, his lake-green eyes worried as he looked at Mu Mu’s face, extending his hand, and speaking softly.
Mu Mu never expected the man to approach, never expected him to kneel in front of him, inquiring about his well-being with such gentle concern.
What he least expected was how incredibly beautiful the man was!
Mu Mu knew “beautiful” wasn’t the right word for a man, but this man was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, even more beautiful than his mother!!
Pale skin, a flamboyant and sharp face, lake-green eyes like a lake or a precious gemstone.
He wore a white ruffled silk shirt, revealing a long neck, straight clavicles, and the outline of his pectoral muscles, handsome as a god from a museum painting.
Mu Mu stared, his chubby lips slightly parted, letting out a meaningless “Ah” before falling silent.
Aqi, seeing Mu Mu remain silent, silently gasped, fearing the man’s displeasure might cost Mu Mu his life.
Taking advantage of the man’s inattention, he subtly gestured for Mu Mu to answer.
The man, however, didn’t get angry as Aqi feared. Seeing Mu Mu’s dazed expression, he smiled, his lips curling upward. He pinched Mu Mu’s thin cheek before sliding his hand to Mu Mu’s arm and helping him up.
He smelled the faint scent of blood amidst the strong smell of alcohol, his left eyebrow slightly raised. He examined Mu Mu from head to toe and said softly, “It’s good you’re not injured. Don’t be afraid, this little accident isn’t your fault, it’s my subordinate’s. I won’t hit you, and I won’t make you pay.”
“Re-really?” Mu Mu’s face lit up, impulsively grabbing the man’s arm, leaving a wet, dirty mark on the expensive shirt.
He didn’t notice the detail, tilting his head, his eyes sparkling as he looked into the man’s dark eyes, as if they held a galaxy.
A certain dark gleam flashed in the man’s lake-green eyes. He showed no displeasure at Mu Mu soiling his clothes, subtly pulling Mu Mu closer as they walked towards the door.
“Really, you don’t have to pay. Don’t tremble anymore, be good.”
The man’s tone was gentle, calming Mu Mu’s anxieties. He pursed his lips, revealing a shy smile.
As they reached the door, the man opened it, placing his hand on Mu Mu’s thin back and gently guiding him out. “Go, change your clothes, don’t catch a cold.”
Mu Mu, eager to leave for the brightly lit corridor, felt a pang of reluctance at the man’s kindness and the warmth on his back.
He turned to face the man, bowing deeply and looking at him earnestly. “Sir, you are such a good person!”
[Author’s Note]: Mu Mu: QAQ Sir, you are such a good person.
Yan Gui Xing: …What does that mean? He’s not interested in me???
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