He pressed his lips together and started to stand, but his legs had gone numb from crouching for too long. He lost his balance and fell into a broad, cool embrace.
The familiar, pleasant scent of Zen Incense instantly filled his nose.
"Jiang Ze, you've really outdone yourself."
Ding! Target Character's corruption value +20. Current progress: 40%.
The powerful man's low, dangerous voice seemed steeped in fury. Jiang Ze hunched his shoulders and didn't dare answer.
He merely nuzzled against the man's chest in an attempt to appease him.
Meng Zhiyuan drove without a word. Jiang Ze huddled in the passenger seat, wrapped in the little blanket the man had brought especially for him. His body was warm, but his heart felt ice-cold.
His lips, which had turned pale from the cold, were warming up now, returning to a lovely pale pink.
He lightly bit his lip and stole a glance at the man beside him.
The man's face was dark, as though coated in frost, his gaze fixed straight ahead on the road.
He looks really angry. How am I supposed to explain this...
Jiang Ze blinked and made up his mind.
Whatever happened, he couldn't let the man send him away. Even if he had to cling to him shamelessly, he would stay by his side.
Meng Zhiyuan drove straight to the office building. It was already the early hours of the morning, and only a scattering of lights remained on inside.
He rubbed his temples and frowned at the boy beside him, who was looking at him pitifully.
His expression didn't change at all. He simply looked away as though nothing had happened.
"Get out."
Seeing that the man couldn't be bothered to say even one extra word to him, Jiang Ze pouted in aggrievement.