Mr. Zhong Counts as Your Elder

Seeing Zhong Mohan sit down directly beside Wen Chengze and openly voice his concern, the Wen father and son exchanged glances. The situation had taken an unexpected turn.

What exactly was going on with Zhong Mohan?

But thinking of what he had discussed with Zhong Mohan in the garden earlier, Father Wen found it difficult to interrupt their conversation.

Unaware of how ugly his father's and brother's expressions were, Wen Chengze merely looked at Zhong Mohan in silence.

He had thought Zhong Mohan was a straightforward person. When it came down to it, he had been the one at a disadvantage last night, yet he had not said a thing. He had assumed Zhong Mohan would wisely choose never to mention it, but he had not expected the man to come to his door the very next day.

Wen Chengze said in a low voice, "You don't need to take responsibility, and I don't need your compensation. I'm fine."

He thought he sounded cold, but he had no idea how alluring he looked to Zhong Mohan right then.

Because of his fever, his cheeks were tinged pink. He tried hard to keep a stern expression, but his moist eyes gave away his vulnerability, stirring an ache in Zhong Mohan's heart.

Zhong Mohan could not help recalling last night. Those same watery eyes had looked at him timidly, slender fingers lightly clutching his arm as Wen Chengze begged him to be gentler.

Thinking of what had happened last night, Zhong Mohan's breathing grew a little heavier.

At the same time, his voice softened further. "Don't be stubborn. Since it already happened, why not find a way to get something out of it for yourself? There's a great deal you can get from me."

Hearing that, Wen Chengze's gaze sharpened. What did this man take him for?!

Listening to their conversation, Father Wen and Wen Chenglin found everything about it strange. Seeing their youngest's complexion, they became even more worried.

"Xiao Ze." Wen Chenglin instinctively called out to his younger brother. He was worried Xiao Ze might say something to offend Zhong Mohan.

After last night and today, Wen Chenglin had swiftly reached a conclusion: Zhong Mohan was absolutely not someone they could afford to offend. Moreover, he was not particularly magnanimous. One wrong word might provoke him.

"Brother?" Hearing his voice, Wen Chengze turned toward him, not knowing why his brother had called him.

The moment Wen Chengze looked away, Zhong Mohan unconsciously rubbed his fingers together. Why did he suddenly feel displeased?

"It's nothing. Be more polite to Mr. Zhong." After a pause, Wen Chenglin added, "Mr. Zhong counts as your elder."

Though he said it to Wen Chengze, Wen Chenglin had really meant for Zhong Mohan to hear it. If he was called an elder, surely he would be too embarrassed to argue with a child like Xiao Ze.

Yet after the words "your elder" were spoken, Wen Chengze on the bed and Zhong Mohan sitting beside it both froze. They exchanged a knowing look, and Wen Chengze was the first to avert his eyes.

After several seconds, Wen Chengze calmed down and said, "What happened last night can be considered mutual assistance, so Mr. Zhong doesn't need to compensate me either. We did everything that needed to be done last night. The fact that you came to see me today is already an extra gesture of sincerity. Thank you, but as you can see, I'm sick right now and need rest. We aren't very familiar with each other, so it would be best if we didn't keep in contact in the future. That would be good for everyone, wouldn't it?"

Before formally meeting Zhong Mohan, Wen Chengze had known that the Zhong Household would definitely be a huge trouble. After meeting Zhong Mohan, he became even more certain of it.

After all, not many people could sleep with someone one night and then show up at their door openly the next day.

People like that were far too frightening. It was better to stay away.

Despite what had happened last night, he would have to avoid contact with the new head of the Zhong Household in the future.

How could Zhong Mohan fail to notice Wen Chengze's eagerness to distance himself? But he simply did not want Wen Chengze to get his wish.

He attributed it to the fact that Wen Chengze was the first person he had been intimate with who treated him like some terrifying beast. The bad taste buried in his bones was acting up.

But the other man was sick, so it would not be right to bully him too much.

Touching what remained of his conscience, Zhong Mohan said, "All right. Since that's the case, I'll head back first."

Wen Chengze was somewhat surprised. He had thought Zhong Mohan would pester him for a while longer, but he had actually been so easy to talk to?

Later, after thinking it over carefully, Wen Chengze understood. What kind of person was Zhong Mohan? He had surely met countless people. Having understood the meaning behind his words, he naturally would not lower himself to pester him.

Since Zhong Mohan said he was leaving, Father Wen and Wen Chenglin naturally had to see him out. After the three men left the bedroom, Wen Chengze let out a breath of relief. He had finally sent the head of the Zhong Household away.

"Xiao Ze, what exactly happened between you and the head of the Zhong Household?" Perhaps women were naturally intuitive about such things, but Mother Wen always felt there had been an indescribable ambiguity in the conversation between Xiao Ze and Zhong Mohan.

Though Mother Wen had seen plenty of same-sex couples, she had never thought her son would like men. Yet the atmosphere just now had made her unable to stop herself from probing further.

Besides, Xiao Ze's face had still carried a youthful innocence when he first came home, but now it had gained a trace of seductive charm.

It was an unconscious change that only came after someone had experienced such things.

He had not expected his mother to ask so directly. Wen Chengze bit his lip. He did not want to lie to his family, but he was too ashamed to speak of such a matter.

Seeing her son remain silent for so long, Mother Wen's heart sank bit by bit. It seemed she had guessed correctly.

Mother and son looked at each other for a long time, neither knowing how to begin.

After thinking for a while, Mother Wen asked, "Did you know each other before?"

Otherwise, she truly could not understand why Zhong Mohan would give Xiao Ze gifts, or why something might even have happened between them last night.

After hesitating, Wen Chengze still shook his head.

Mother Wen knew that adults had active nightlife, but she did not think her Xiao Ze was someone who could arrange to sleep with another person after meeting only once.

So why had Xiao Ze gotten involved with Zhong Mohan?

Could Zhong Mohan have forced him?

Thinking of how that man's tone had been gentle, yet every word had carried an air of dominance, Mother Wen immediately felt that might be the case.

She reached out and took her youngest son's hand. "Tell Mom. Did he force you?"

Wen Chengze had already been ashamed about what happened. Now that his mother had discovered it and was questioning him about the reason, he became even more embarrassed, his ears turning red as well.

Although Zhong Mohan had forced him at first last night, he had felt good afterward too, so he could not truly call it coercion. Besides, drinking that glass of champagne had been an accident.

"Mom, it can't really be called forcing me. The situation last night was complicated, but I didn't suffer any loss, so you don't need to worry. There won't be anything between him and me in the future either. Can you just pretend this never happened?"