He Threw Up All Over Song Anning

Song Anning's good mood for the entire day had been thoroughly ruined by Guo Lantai!

He had returned happily to the Cen Family Villa, hoping to give Cen Muxiao a surprise, only to see what he did not want to see and hear what he did not want to hear.

Not only had Guo Lantai repeatedly mocked him, but he had even cursed him with a bloody disaster. If Song Anning had not already witnessed how full of nonsense he was, he might have actually believed him.

Hmph. With Guo Lantai around, it would be strange if his brow did not darken. As for a bloody disaster, he wanted Guo Lantai to bleed and cry—the more miserable, the better.

What frustrated him most was that before he could even retort, Cen Muxiao had already grabbed the man by the neck and taken him away!

What was that supposed to mean? Was he afraid Guo Lantai's filthy mouth would say something hurtful to him again, or was he afraid Song Anning would not be able to resist taking revenge on Guo Lantai?

He could not be blamed for suspecting both possibilities. Cen Muxiao's actions were truly baffling. If he wanted to protect him, then he should protect him from beginning to end. Why did he always say things that seemed to take his side while doing things that left him feeling stifled and upset?

In his mind, the head of the Cen Group, whose status was no longer what it had once been, should not have to compromise with anyone. Was Guo Lantai's provocation not enough?

Was it still not enough for Cen Muxiao to continue hating him and keeping his distance from him?

Song Anning deeply suspected how much weight he still held in Cen Muxiao's heart. Surely, after being gone for three years, he had not been reduced to nothing more than a beautiful but impractical shell!

All their friends had said that Song Anning was the untouchable white moonlight in Cen Muxiao's heart.

Three years ago, he had believed that. Back then, whether in speech or action, Cen Muxiao had truly held him close to his heart and would not tolerate anyone speaking even one disrespectful word about him.

He remembered when he had first arrived in the Imperial Capital three years ago. Compared with those genuine young masters from wealthy families, someone from a small town like him had been worlds apart.

Once, when Cen Muxiao took him to meet the young masters in their circle, someone had quietly mocked his clothes. The remark happened to reach Cen Muxiao's ears, and without another word, Cen Muxiao grabbed the man by the collar and punched him, breaking his nose on the spot. It had even led to a minor lawsuit.

Although the matter had ultimately come to nothing, after that, few people in that circle dared to gossip about him behind his back. With Cen Muxiao protecting and indulging him so much, his life had grown more and more fulfilling, and he had gradually gained confidence.

When all was said and done, was it not Cen Muxiao backing him that had made everyone wary of him and take him seriously? Back then, Cen Muxiao had truly considered everything from his perspective.

But compared to the present, Guo Lantai had been disrespectful to him more than once or twice. No matter how special his identity was, was he not still a fake wife in name only? Did Cen Muxiao really need to give him so much face?

He had actually brushed everything aside so lightly!

Just think about it—if, from the moment Guo Lantai had first confronted him and put on airs, Cen Muxiao had directly taught him a lesson with one heavy punch and established the rules, Guo Lantai would not have become increasingly arrogant and treated him as if he did not exist!

In the end, the reason he was so passive and forced to swallow his anger now was because Cen Muxiao was not decisive or ruthless enough.

He was back now, but why had Cen Muxiao's former decisiveness and ruthless edge disappeared instead?

Song Anning did not even know how he had returned to his room. He only knew that the moment he closed the door, his hands were trembling. Guo Lantai had truly angered him.

Even so, he did not leave the doorway, because Cen Muxiao had yet to come downstairs after taking Guo Lantai back to his room. That man was always full of tricks, and Song Anning had no idea whether Cen Muxiao could get away smoothly.

At that thought, Song Anning's face immediately darkened. With Cen Muxiao's build and strength, it was impossible for Guo Lantai to entangle him so thoroughly that he could not escape. If he did not come downstairs for a long time, that could only mean he did not want to come down himself.

His trembling hands involuntarily gripped the doorknob. Holding his breath, he quietly opened the door a crack, peered at the room opposite with one eye, and strained his ears for movement from the staircase.

Unfortunately, after observing for a while, he found nothing. He raised his hand to check his watch. It had been several minutes since he returned to his room, while Cen Muxiao had been taking Guo Lantai upstairs for at least ten or twenty minutes. Did it really take that long to escort someone back to their room?

Something was clearly wrong!

Downstairs earlier, he had already seen Guo Lantai's skill at acting cute and attracting attention. Once Cen Muxiao followed him into his room, who knew what tricks he might pull to make Cen Muxiao stay?

He could not be one hundred percent certain whether Cen Muxiao liked women, but he was certain of one thing: Cen Muxiao definitely liked men.

Although their friends said Cen Muxiao had kept himself clean these past few years and never had anyone by his side, what if it was Guo Lantai? That man was far too good at flaunting his charms and seducing others. Who could guarantee Cen Muxiao would not be stirred up by him?

After all, Cen Muxiao was a normal man and had needs. With the two of them alone in one room, would it not take mere minutes for something to happen?

At that thought, Song Anning could no longer wait. He decisively pulled open his door and walked out. After pausing for only a few seconds, he strode toward the third floor.

The stairs from the second floor to the third ran straight without any turns, so from his bedroom door, he could see Guo Lantai's room upstairs just by looking up. Once he reached the middle of the staircase, he would be able to see the door directly.

When he reached the middle of the stairs and looked over impatiently, his burning heart nearly leaped out of his throat.

Sure enough, the door was tightly shut!

Was escorting someone back to their room not just three steps? Open the door, shove the person inside, close the door, then turn around and leave decisively!

Besides, he had been wronged and was waiting for Cen Muxiao to comfort him!

Was he not going to come back and check on him?

While complaining inwardly, Song Anning had already arrived outside Guo Lantai's door. Before he could raise his hand to knock, Guo Lantai's somewhat coquettish voice of pleading came from inside. "Sir, I'm feeling awful. Even if you want to punish me, there's no need to be in such a hurry, is there? Let go of me first, okay? Ah, you're gripping me so hard—it hurts!"

Song Anning's face darkened. What kind of punishment required that sort of tone? Something really was happening between them!

Knock, knock, knock!

Without a second thought, he decisively knocked on the door. If he took action now, there was still time to stop everything.

The room fell briefly silent, but someone soon came to open the door.

"Anning? Why are you here?" It was Cen Muxiao.

Seeing that his clothes were still fairly neat, Song Anning suddenly let out a breath of relief. He had arrived just in time.

"Uh..."

Song Anning gave an awkward smile, then stepped past Cen Muxiao into the room and glanced inside. "I came up to see whether you needed any help. If Mr. Guo is badly drunk, should we have the kitchen prepare a bowl of sobering soup?"

"Huh? Mr. Song, did you come to get the bronze mirror?"

Guo Lantai lay sprawled on the bed, tilting his head as he looked at Song Anning and asked in a muffled voice. Yet a wicked smile hung at the corner of his lips, hidden from Cen Muxiao's view. The relief Song Anning had just felt immediately rose back into his throat. What did this have to do with a bronze mirror? He had come up here to take his man back! Whatever improper thoughts you have, give them up!

"Make way!"

But the next second, he saw Guo Lantai suddenly climb off the bed and try to rush past him toward the door. His first reaction was that Guo Lantai wanted to throw himself at Cen Muxiao again, so he nimbly shifted his feet and spread his arms slightly to block him. He even kindly advised, "Looking for Muxiao won't help if you're feeling unwell. You should drink the sobering soup first. I—"

Guo Lantai panicked. "Are you sick... urgh! Blergh!"

Along with the sudden warmth spreading across his chest came a sharp, unpleasant stench. In an instant, every one of Song Anning's senses was magnified!

Guo Lantai had thrown up right in front of him—and damn it, he had accurately thrown up all over him. Could someone save him? Could time please turn back?