Chapter 54: What Do You Mean Kiss and Run?! (At a prime age…)
Early morning, on the large bed.
The person in deep sleep suddenly let out a whimper.
Under the duvet, two pairs of well-proportioned, slender long legs were entangled, rubbing against each other in a hidden corner.
Those closed eyes trembled, and at a certain moment, suddenly opened!
The person, trapped in a nightmare with sweaty temples, abruptly sat upright.
His thin chest heaved and trembled violently, as if a drowning person had regained the right to breathe, greedily and urgently capturing oxygen from the air in large gulps.
Not long after, consciousness returned, and this uncontrolled gasping motion came to an abrupt halt.
Le Can opened his hazy eyes and saw the empty black bed surface in the morning light, as well as the empty room.
A very common scene; every morning he woke up to this.
The familiar environment made his spirit relax more. Le Can slowly loosened the hand clutching the pajamas on his chest, preparing to lift the duvet and get up.
But, the movement stuck in the first second of implementation.
The peach-blossom eyes, still retaining a trace of sleepiness, suddenly dilated. The slender fingers gripping the corner of the duvet began to tremble. As time passed, the amplitude of the trembling didn’t improve but grew larger.
After realizing what had happened, the young man’s face turned red and white in turns. The round earlobes hidden in his messy hair became as red as translucent pomegranate seeds.
After a long while, a clear yet hoarse voice ruthlessly bit out a name between lips and teeth: “Xi! Yun!”
Had the guts to kiss, how come you didn’t have the guts to continue?! (t/n: It gets worse. hahahahaha)
Last night, while being kissed senseless, first came the harassment of indistinct words. Le Can couldn’t hear clearly, nor could he remember how he answered.
Then, the body hot as a branding iron suddenly withdrew. The embrace that was filled a second ago was emptily flooded by wisps of cold night wind.
Le Can subconsciously raised his fingers to hook onto something, but the only support holding his body slowly tucked him back into the duvet.
When the flushed young man opened his eyes in confusion, he only saw a retreating back…
That’s right, Le Can slept alone yesterday.
Someone finished kissing, didn’t leave a word, and just left! Left!
The young body was teased into a state of limbo, and then early in the morning, naturally, something unpromising happened… Le Can resentfully punched the duvet piled beside him flat.
What did “kiss and run” mean?!
The young man, gritting his teeth, threw off the duvet violently. The moment his bare feet stepped firmly on the carpet, he trembled imperceptibly.
But it was only that one step; the remaining steps he took were steady and large.
Shortly after, the rustling sound of water flow came from the bathroom…
Unsurprisingly, by the time he cleaned up and went downstairs, a certain person’s figure was long gone from the villa.
Le Can stood at the top of the stairs looking down at the empty first floor, clicking his tongue in displeasure.
“Tsk.”
Although he had expected it, when it was confirmed, his heart was still filled with mixed flavors… He looked down at his empty palm and slowly clenched his five fingers.
Since childhood, Le Can had been a goal-oriented person.
If he wanted something, he would take it himself.
Because Le Can knew that everything he wanted wouldn’t fall from the sky for no reason, especially for someone like him who possessed very little to begin with.
He had to work hard bit by bit, step by step closer to the goal, and finally pluck the fruit of victory. Each journey had different lengths, but persistence would always lead to the finish line.
Whether it was walking from a small village to a big city, from a cashier to a designer, from an imprisoned loser to turning the tables and punishing the scumbag…
Every step Le Can took was steady, and could be considered successful.
Probably because he won a lot, he believed in this point more and more. In other new journeys in the future, he would be even more calm and confident.
Because Le Can didn’t think he would lose.
Victory or just plainness, it wouldn’t be such an ugly ending as losing.
Foreseeing the ending reduced the fun of many things greatly. Especially having tasted what death was like, Le Can thought the only thing in this world that could still interest him was probably making money.
After all, dying without spending all his money in his previous life really counted as an obsession.
But after repeatedly hitting a wall in front of Xi Yun… it aroused his rare desire to win.
Le Can chuckled lightly, released his clenched fingers, and blew a breath into his palm. Let’s see, the days are long…
Breakfast was a bowl of steaming seafood porridge.
Aunt Liang specially stir-fried the shrimp oil from the shrimp heads with oil, then used the soup mixed with the savory shrimp oil to cook the porridge. The fragrance of rice mixed with the unique taste of seafood made Le Can’s appetite surge.
Because the food budget was ample, Aunt Liang put in plenty of ingredients.
Without needing to stir vigorously with a spoon, one glance revealed pale pink bouncy shrimp meat, fresh sweet red-shelled swimming crabs, abalone cut into flower shapes spreading like petals, soaked diced dark dried shiitake mushrooms, and pale dried scallops…
The thick rice grains cooked until they blossomed seemed to only serve as a decoration inside.
Declining Aunt Liang’s offer to serve the porridge, Le Can took the bowl and served himself a bowl of seafood porridge from the clay pot.
He didn’t care about being reserved, striving to “distribute favors evenly” (sample everything), taking a bit of every kind of seafood.
In the intervals of scooping seafood, Le Can didn’t forget to find topics to chat with Aunt Liang. Anyway, having lived over twenty years in his previous life, no one sat opposite him demanding “no talking while eating or sleeping.”
“Haven’t had seafood porridge in a long time. Mm… I’ve been thinking about this taste recently. Aunt Liang, you understand me best!”
It wasn’t that there were no shops or takeout outside, but no matter which taste, it wasn’t the taste in his past memory…
Le Can couldn’t help but take a small taste. Because he was too impatient, the tip of his tongue trembled from the heat, and he could only keep exhaling to try and cool it down.
Aunt Liang, sitting aside flipping through a cookbook, saw this and hurriedly put down the thing in her hand, poured a glass of cool boiled water, and stuffed it to the young man who was sticking out his tongue and smiling innocently.
Seeing Le Can drink the water, she sat back down with relief. The moment she sat settled, while breathing a sigh of relief, a look of realization belatedly appeared on her face.
It seemed she just remembered something.
Le Can tried to ignore his numb tongue while holding a piece of shrimp meat in his mouth and biting it bit by bit. He tilted his head, raising his eyebrows waiting for the following words.
“Speaking of seafood porridge, it was actually Mr. Xi who instructed it last night.”
Le Can’s happy movement of biting the shrimp stopped.
Speaking of last night, the expression in Aunt Liang’s eyes flickered uncertainly.
Such an emotionally exposed employer was something that hadn’t appeared even when Xi Yun broke away from the Xi family and fought so fiercely with the people over there back then…
Moreover, as someone who had been married and young once, how could Aunt Liang not see the abnormality on the other party’s mouth?
Sure enough, they were young… even someone usually as steady as Xi Yun couldn’t control or hide it when meeting someone he liked.
“The method of stir-frying shrimp heads and ginger strips was also suggested by Mr. Xi.”
Keeping the flavor but not keeping the stuff at the end, because Le Can didn’t like eating ginger strips. Regarding the affection between the young couple, Aunt Liang couldn’t help but smile knowingly.
This method of making seafood porridge was different from Aunt Liang’s usual way. It was normal for the same dish to be made differently across the country. Before, the employer never demanded these things, eating whatever was cooked.
Now because there was someone he cared about, these things naturally couldn’t remain the same as before. Look, Gold Medal Employee Aunt Liang was studying new menus early in the morning.
New dishes and tastes would all follow the dazed pretty young man in front of her. Most likely… the employer’s partner’s preferences would be the priority in the future.
Le Can bit through the shrimp meat in his mouth, his eyes somewhat in a trance.
No wonder the seafood porridge had a familiar taste.
Le Can thought he had been muttering about it for too long and his memory was confused. But unexpected, this wasn’t just not an illusion, but there was a cause!
He was certain that wanting to drink seafood porridge was only thought about in his heart and never said to Xi Yun. He was also certain he never revealed the method of making seafood porridge in his memory to anyone…
In the memory left by the original “Le Can,” there was absolutely nothing similar.
Then, it couldn’t be a coincidence!
The young man’s dazed brows suddenly lowered, a dangerous aura flashing past his half-narrowed eyes.
When he looked up again, Le Can hid the suspicion generated in his heart, and his face put on an outward display of shyness and indignation. “Xi Yun, really!”
“How could he be like this… He even, even hung so many mirrors in the room…”
Thinking of the memory of being startled by the mirror last night and then being dragged back by the foot, Le Can’s feigned shame and anger became genuine.
However, his voice wasn’t as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz; after all, it was meant for the person opposite to hear.
Sure enough, after listening to Le Can’s complaint, even someone as steady as Aunt Liang was a bit restless.
She also didn’t expect the employer, marrying at twenty-six—a prime young age—to be like an old house on fire (burning with intense passion). But young people loving to play and be lively was… normal.
Mentioning mirrors, Aunt Liang also remembered something.
She treated this matter as a joke and told Le Can: “Speaking of which, Uncle Zhao said a few days ago that Mr. Xi wanted to remove the mirrors, but for some reason, he didn’t remove them.”
“I think Old Zhao is getting old and hearing things. Mirrors installed at such a high price, how could they be removed after only a few days of use?”
“Eyes getting dim before even reaching seventy or eighty, sigh…”
Le Can smiled without speaking, not echoing Aunt Liang’s joke.
He didn’t think Uncle Zhao’s mention of removing mirrors was a misunderstanding. On the contrary, he suspected the mirror matter and the seafood porridge matter might be secretly related.
As for what relation?
Le Can couldn’t think of it for the moment.
He could only hide these abnormal little fragments in the bottom of his heart, waiting for the day he could follow the clues and catch Xi Yun’s little tail!
Although the origin of the seafood porridge was a bit unusual, it didn’t affect Le Can’s appetite. Chatting about domestic trivia with Aunt Liang, he quickly eliminated most of the pot of porridge.
Le Can just took it as the food suiting his appetite, but didn’t realize that after knowing the porridge was related to Xi Yun, his anger at the other party’s sudden withdrawal last night had largely dissipated.
With a good mood, appetite naturally opened up.
Luck, this mysterious fellow, also seemed to know how to add flowers to the brocade (make things better).
Not long after Le Can finished eating, his phone placed on the table suddenly popped up a new message.
Source of the message: A professional paparazzi hired by Le Can.
The content of the message didn’t have a long narrative text, only a photo and a lonely line of location coordinates.
Le Can cast a careless glance over.
In this life, his 20/20 vision allowed him to catch the small words at the top of the shrunken image before the screen dimmed.
VIP Prenatal Examination Room.
Le Can raised his hand to touch his eyes, covering the irony flowing out of them, and chuckled low.
Who knew if this time, he would gain a cousin-brother or a cousin-sister?
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