No Chance to Show Off

Cen Muxiao had barely shut his door when the door across the hall cracked open. Half a face appeared in the gap, one eye brimming with venom narrowing slightly.

Song Anning snorted inwardly. He knew Guo Lantai wouldn't behave himself. The title of Mrs. Cen wasn't enough to satisfy his greed; he had only just stepped through the door and was already eager to stir up trouble!

Heh! How could he possibly let him get his way!

With that thought, Song Anning's gaze swept around the room before finally landing on the glass on the bedside table. His thin lips pressed into a line. Wasn't it just a suffering act? He could do that too!

Guo Lantai had just entered the tyrant CEO's room and hadn't even found his footing when Cen Muxiao grabbed him by the back of the collar and shoved him into the bathroom.

"Rinse it with cold water. I'll get some cotton."

By the time Guo Lantai came to his senses, the man was already gone.

"Damn, that was intense!"

Guo Lantai caught sight of himself in the mirror. Bright red nosebleed had smeared across nearly half his face, while more blood ran down his wrist and into his sleeve, soaking through the cuff of his white shirt. It really did look rather bloody and frightening.

No wonder the tyrant CEO was nervous. He was probably afraid Guo Lantai would bleed to death right outside his door!

Hiss! As he turned on the faucet, Guo Lantai's hand had barely touched the bridge of his nose before the pain made him suck in a sharp breath. Could that slap have broken his nose outright?

He carefully tested it again. It didn't seem that serious, and only then did he relax and begin washing up properly.

Still, he made a mental note to himself: no matter how fiercely they fought, he absolutely could not sacrifice this face of his. Those two weren't worth it!

"Are you done? If you are, stuff in some cotton to stop the bleeding."

Just as he was grumbling inwardly, Cen Muxiao's voice came from behind him. Then, two pristine balls of cotton appeared before his eyes.

"It's still bleeding... mmph!"

Before Guo Lantai could finish speaking, a large hand clamped around his head and tilted it back. Lowering his gaze, he watched as the two cotton balls were stuffed into his nostrils one after the other.

The speed was truly astonishing!

"If you don't plug it, it won't stop bleeding easily. Wash up and come out so I can check it."

Cen Muxiao released him as he spoke. Without even lifting his eyes, he turned and left first.

Guo Lantai opened his mouth and took a breath. Couldn't he have put them in properly? He had made it feel like he was about to snap Guo Lantai's neck. His movements were truly clean and efficient!

The tyrant CEO's words made sense, but his actions were a little too rough. He really was certain Guo Lantai's nose wasn't broken, huh!

After quickly washing his hands, Guo Lantai followed him back into the room, his eyes instinctively roaming over the place.

Hmph! This big pig trotter really had lied. His bedroom was clearly decorated in a simple yet grand European style. There weren't any particularly eye-catching colors, but it wasn't oppressive at all!

When his gaze landed on that enormous bed, his eyes lit up. He could roll around and toss and turn three hundred and sixty degrees without any trouble!

"Sit there."

Seeing Guo Lantai's gaze glued to his bed made Cen Muxiao feel repulsed. How had he forgotten that this man had just tried to seduce him? Even looking like this, he still had the mind to covet other things. His intentions really weren't pure.

Guo Lantai glanced at the high-backed chair and unconsciously twitched his lips before negotiating, "My back hurts. Can I sit on the bed?"

"No!"

Cen Muxiao refused without a second thought. Then he looked at him coldly and said in a deep voice, "Either sit in the chair, or take your things and go back to your room!"

What kind of nonsense was this back pain? Wasn't he tired of constantly bringing it up?

Saying he had been slapped by a ghost—only someone as bizarre as him could come up with such an excuse!

Besides, he was only being told to sit down, not lean back. Was it really that difficult?

"Oh."

Guo Lantai pursed his lips and answered sullenly. Then he obediently sat down, only placing one-third of his backside on the seat. He could not have looked more proper.

"Lower your head."

"There's no need."

"The blood will flow back."

"It's fine. Don't waste it."

"Change it yourself!"

Cen Muxiao had the urge to plug his mouth as well. He dumped all the extra cotton into Guo Lantai's hands and simply stepped back several paces.

He was trying to help him, yet he didn't appreciate it. He had to do everything in the most irritating way possible. Cen Muxiao had truly overestimated him.

Guo Lantai had never intended to let him have an easy time. Seeing him pull away with a dark expression, he sneered inwardly, casually rolled up the cotton in his hand, and changed the plugs one nostril at a time. At the end, he even tossed the blood-smeared trash through the air and accurately landed it in the wastebasket.

The sight made Cen Muxiao's eye twitch. This man could not be allowed in so easily; otherwise, he looked like his grand scheme had succeeded no matter what he did!

After changing the cotton, Guo Lantai didn't stay idle. He shrugged his shoulders, found them uncomfortable, and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Cen Muxiao had just withdrawn his gaze from the wastebasket when he looked up and saw most of Guo Lantai's bare back turned toward him. Before his incredulous eyes, the shirt slipped down from his shoulders.

This again!

"Guo Lantai!"

He gritted his teeth and called out, then pointed toward the door. "You... get the hell out of here right now!"

"What's wrong?" Guo Lantai stopped and turned to look at him, his eyes full of innocence and confusion. "My back hurts and itches again. Can you help me see what's wrong?"

"You..."

Cen Muxiao had wanted to say more, but his gaze suddenly fell on the two red marks on Guo Lantai's back, and he consciously shut his mouth.

There really was a problem!

"Sir, what kind of look is that?"

Knock, knock, knock!

As soon as Guo Lantai finished speaking, someone knocked on the door.

"Muxiao, it's me."

Song Anning's clear, gentle voice came through. Cen Muxiao immediately shot Guo Lantai a sharp look, signaling him to put his clothes back on before going to open the door.

The moment Guo Lantai heard it was Song Anning, he curled his lips disdainfully. This man had come at exactly the right time. As he leisurely straightened his clothes, he pricked up his ears to listen.

"Anning? What's wrong? Did we wake you?" Cen Muxiao's voice softened considerably without him realizing it.

Song Anning explained somewhat awkwardly, "Well, I was thirsty just now and accidentally broke a glass. I cut my finger. Could I borrow some disinfectant and a bandage?"

"You hurt your hand? Come in and let me see!"

Cen Muxiao immediately became anxious and ushered him inside.

"Hi!"

The instant Song Anning stepped in, he saw Guo Lantai waving at him. His gaze dropped to Guo Lantai's somewhat disheveled clothes, and his expression darkened for a moment.

"Mr. Guo is here." He had to maintain appearances, even if he had to grit his teeth to do it.

"Oh my! You're hurt too? Our Mr. Cen has seen quite a bit of blood today! Come on, let me see where you're hurt."

Guo Lantai suddenly approached with great enthusiasm. Before the big pig trotter could inspect him himself, Guo Lantai abruptly grabbed both of Song Anning's hands and exclaimed, "Oh! Why is there blood on both hands? Where's the wound?"

Guo Lantai's actions startled Song Anning. Looking at his own hands, he was also a little surprised. He had clearly only nicked his left pinky finger. How had so much blood appeared in the blink of an eye?

No, the blood on his right hand must have gotten there when he knocked on the door. That was Guo Lantai's nosebleed!

Realizing this, he couldn't help frowning, nausea rising in his stomach.

"Let me see."

Cen Muxiao was just about to lean in and inspect him when Guo Lantai moved again.

He took the small bottle of alcohol he had casually picked up while getting up and poured the entire thing over Song Anning's right hand. "This hand has the most blood, so disinfect it first!"

Cen Muxiao's brow twitched violently. He regretted being too slow. With an entire bottle poured on it, any wound would hurt like hell!

Was that how anyone disinfected a wound? Was Guo Lantai a little dumb?

At the same time, Song Anning snapped out of his shock. He hurriedly pulled back his hand, shook it frantically, and rubbed it against his pajamas, yet he didn't show the pain one would expect.

"This hand is fine. I must have rubbed against the blood on your door."

As he spoke, he carefully raised his left pinky and showed Cen Muxiao the thin streak of blood on it. "Just a tiny wound... huh?"

Song Anning's tone changed halfway through. He watched helplessly as his finger was forcibly turned in another direction, then saw Guo Lantai unhesitatingly spit right onto it with perfect accuracy!

Song Anning: "What are you doing?"

Cen Muxiao: "What are you doing?"

The two blurted it out almost simultaneously, both wearing expressions of utter disbelief. Had this man gone crazy?

Cen Muxiao regretted it again. He had been too slow, and he hadn't expected Guo Lantai to have a move like this.

Guo Lantai smacked his lips and kindly explained, "There's no alcohol left. It needs disinfecting!"

He looked at Song Anning and smiled somewhat sheepishly. "It seems like you're supposed to suck out the blood with your mouth, but my husband is here, so I need to mind my boundaries. Still, this works just as well. No need to thank me!"

"Guo Lantai!"

Cen Muxiao's icy gaze nearly solidified. Song Anning was practically about to cry, yet Guo Lantai still said something like that. Wasn't he deliberately trying to disgust him?

"What's wrong? You don't trust me? How about... you take a lick too?"

There was no way he would spit on it again, but surely he wouldn't be able to bring himself to lick it either. Hmph! I'm not giving you a chance to show off!