Brother, I Want a Car

Song Mingzhou considered it carefully, then began making things up. "He called me a man-stealer, called me shameless, called me a dog, and called me..."

Song Mingzhou counted them off in detail, as though it had really happened.

Duan Xun grabbed the hand he was using to count on his fingers.

His voice was slightly hoarse. He coughed lightly before asking seriously, "Did you curse him back?"

Song Mingzhou's eyes lit up. "I did. I even complained about him to that person from your company... what was his name, Qin Xiao. I don't know whether anyone else heard."

"Brother, you won't blame me, will you?"

I'm already this pitiful. If you can still blame me, then you really aren't human.

Shen Qing's pile of cow dung can pass for moonlight, so if I don't make you grin like a fool, my surname isn't Song!

Duan "Grinning Fool" Xun pretended to sternly lecture him. "Who told you to curse Shen Qing?"

"???"

"Didn't I tell you not to touch him?"

Song Mingzhou seriously corrected him, "That's right, I didn't touch him. I didn't even lay a finger on a single hair of his."

"..." Duan Xun was about to break. He pulled him tightly into his arms, and where Song Mingzhou couldn't see, the corners of his mouth curved into a wide smile. "All right. Don't let it happen again."

This less-than-severe scolding held practically no deterrent for Song Mingzhou.

After obediently nuzzling against him for a while, he grew so warm that he raised his flushed face. His sparkling eyes stared at Duan Xun. "Brother."

Duan Xun's breath caught beneath his gaze. "What is it?"

Song Mingzhou took his hand. "I might be busy while filming. Will Brother miss me?"

"..."

"How about I have my assistant take photos and videos of me, then send them to Brother?"

"..."

"Okay?"

Duan Xun rubbed his forehead. He somewhat regretted softening up out of curiosity back then, getting seduced before he could react, and then losing control and keeping this little brat.

Too troublesome.

"Brother?"

Duan Xun couldn't stand it anymore. He leaned in and silenced him with action, forcefully and domineeringly grabbing Song Mingzhou's hand, shoving their fingers together and lacing them tightly before gripping it hard.

That intimate gesture made both of them shudder.

For a moment, Duan Xun was at a loss over why he wanted to be so close to him. In that brief hesitation, Song Mingzhou rose up and seized the upper hand.

But he was soon kicked back down, obediently taking the lower position.

A faint sliver of light filtered in through the gap in the curtains.

Song Mingzhou raised a hand to shield his eyes and opened them.

He reached beside him.

Empty.

"Brother?" Song Mingzhou abruptly sat up and instinctively looked toward the bathroom. Seeing the silhouette inside, he suddenly relaxed again.

How strange. They had only slept together a few times, yet he was already this dependent.

Song Mingzhou tousled his hair and climbed straight out of bed.

Just then, the bathroom door opened.

Duan Xun came out, already fully dressed. His cool gaze swept over Song Mingzhou before stopping displeasedly at his pale bare ankles. "Put on your shoes."

"Huh?"

Song Mingzhou looked down and saw that he was barefoot.

Back when he lived alone, there was always no one at home. He also didn't like wearing shoes. He preferred walking around barefoot, stepping on the floor, feeling an indescribable pleasure from it.

Duan Xun walked over, picked him up, and carried him back to the bedside.

"Hm?"

"Put on your shoes." Duan Xun crouched down and placed his shoes by his feet. Naturally, as a grand movie star and a wealthy young master of high status, he certainly wouldn't put them on for him personally.

Still, handing him the shoes was already pretty good.

Song Mingzhou indulged in a brief bout of infatuation internally. He even forgot to space out, obediently putting them on.

"Why are you up so early?"

Song Mingzhou was a little confused.

Duan Xun stood and smiled lightly. "I have an event to attend. What, can't bear to part with me?"

"Mm." Song Mingzhou nodded honestly. "I can't."

Ah, why was the night so short? I wanted to hold him and sleep in, but unfortunately, I have to go to the set today too. Getting up early really is killing me.

Ahhh, I don't want to wake up early. Whatever, I still have to film. Damn it, I should finish the mission sooner.

Song Mingzhou wailed inwardly.

A trace of amusement flashed through Duan Xun's eyes.

[ Ding! A plot point has been triggered. Before leaving, the host tests Duan Xun by asking him for a car to take him to and from filming. Duan Xun mercilessly refuses! ]

Song Mingzhou was slightly surprised.

Test him?

His eyes shifted quietly. When Duan Xun turned around, he got out of bed and followed him. "Brother, I... I have something I'd like to trouble you with. Is that okay?"

Duan Xun remained composed. "What is it?"

"It's just..." Song Mingzhou looked at him as though embarrassed. "There are too many people in the crew's vehicle. I couldn't squeeze on yesterday, so I went to the set by myself. So, could Brother arrange a car for me to take me to and from filming? I won't need it after filming ends."

Duan Xun said nothing.

Song Mingzhou stared intently at his lips. He wasn't going to agree, was he?

Song Mingzhou: Little 7, what if he doesn't refuse me? Does this mission count as completed?

527: Probably not. The mission says he has to refuse.

Song Mingzhou: Isn't this kind of mission that I can't control a little unreasonable? I've done my part. If I've won him over, tsk, if he's fallen for me and doesn't refuse, wouldn't that mean I can never complete the mission?

527 rolled his eyes. He won't. He doesn't like you, don't worry.

Song Mingzhou: ...Shut up!

Duan Xun slipped both hands into his pockets. His thin lips lifted almost imperceptibly. Under Song Mingzhou's expectant yet nervous gaze, he spoke lightly.

"No."

Having been refused, Song Mingzhou was not only not sad but instead revealed a relieved smile. The moment it appeared, he realized it was inappropriate and immediately tucked it away.

Duan Xun: ...The kid's acting skills didn't seem quite so flawless after all.

[ Ding! Host Song Mingzhou's key plot point has been successfully repaired. Current mission progress: 14/100. ]

The next second,

Duan Xun's voice came again. "I have plenty of cars. Since you're mine now, you should still have the proper face. I'll arrange two for you, one each day on rotation."

"???"

"I'm leaving first. Lin Cheng will contact you later."

Before Song Mingzhou could recover from his shock, Duan Xun left the room somewhat hurriedly. The reddish tips of his ears flashed past before disappearing behind the door.

Song Mingzhou stood there blankly for a while, then burst out laughing.

What kind of big villain was he?

Recalling last night's ambiguous entanglement, he clicked his tongue...

His face felt a little hot.

Warm.

Only 527 muttered quietly to himself. You can even exploit a loophole like this? What a coincidence. Just replace one car with two cars and that works? Humans really are complicated. Does doing it more often really make people understand each other without words?

Song Mingzhou didn't notice his muttering.

Still smiling, he stood and walked into the bathroom. After thinking about it, he turned on the cold water in the shower.

After washing up, he waited for a while before receiving a call from Lin Cheng. The other man's voice was still as cold as ever. "Mr. Song, the cars are ready. Both are parked in the parking lot. I'll bring the keys over now. Is that convenient?"