Even Until Death, the Scum Gong Thought I Was a White Lotus

Chapter 82: Stand-In Lover (17)

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Xiaomu, how come...

Bai Yuxiu's expression fell into a trance, almost unable to stand up.

He saw that the corners of Xie Mu's mouth were stained with juice after eating the grapes. Rong Jing took a paper towel to help him wipe it off. When the beautiful and moist eyes looked at the man, they seemed to be filled with stars.

Just staring blankly for a while, his heart sank completely.

That is, look at the eyes of lovers.

But, how come.

How long has passed since before, Xiao Mu still avoided Rong Jing, trying to delay going to Rong's house every time.

He tried hard to convince himself that Xie Mu didn't do it voluntarily, he was forced by others, but how could those eyes full of envy be disguised.

Bai Yuxiu didn't want to believe it, and so did Wen Mingquan.

During this period of time, his brain seemed to be muddled, he didn't want to accept the show, and he didn't want to socialize. His mind was full of the last look the boy gave him before he left.

That night, he had a dream.

I dreamed that there was a boy in white sitting in front of the piano, playing it skillfully.

It was Bai Yuxiu's favorite song when he was young, and he sang it as he played it.

-you are my Love.

— Eternal love.

These used to be Wen Mingquan's favorite two lines of lyrics.

Not for the tune, not for the interpretation, but for the person playing the piano.

Later, when he confessed his love to Bai Yuxiu, the pure and innocent young man who seemed to not exist in the world was frightened. He hid out and never came back.

Wen Mingquan was decadent for a while during that time, and then he started one relationship after another.

The objects of love are all teenagers with fair skin and clear eyes.

One after another.

But Bai Yuxiu never had the feeling.

Until, he met Xie Mu.

That face was almost exactly the same as his.

Even the temperament seems to be the same.

He gave him white clothes, taught him to play the piano, little by little, turned the boy into what he liked.

But Bai Yuxiu came back.

A fake is naturally inferior to the real one, Wen Mingquan threw Xie Mu to Rongjing without much hesitation, in exchange for the safety of his sweetheart.

He knew what would happen to him when he threw the boy out, but why, when he saw this scene with his own eyes, his heart hurt so much

Rongjing has always been known in public places and can deceive people, and of course it is no exception to Xie Mu at this moment.

Wen Mingquan watched helplessly as he leaned into the young man's ear and said something, Xie Mu's jade-like face was immediately stained red, and buried his face in the man's arms.

Xie Mu has always been shy.

He looks carefree on the outside, and doesn't care about minor details, but in fact, because of his status as an orphan, he has never had close contact with anyone since he was a child.

When the two were together, even if they accidentally touched their hands, the boy would feel embarrassed.

Wen Mingquan used to enjoy him like this very much, but when Xie Mu's shyness fell on other men, the sadness in his heart couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

He stared straight in the direction of the young man, completely oblivious to the fact that Bai Yuxiu, whom he wanted wholeheartedly, was standing beside him.

The couple, who had known their relationship before, stood together at this moment, but neither of them had any intention of communicating. Their eyes were always fixed on the boy who was curled up in Rong Jing's arms on the sofa.

The man seemed to have something to go out, coaxed the boy to the sofa, and left that place.

Bai Yuxiu gritted his teeth, and was about to step forward with his legs, but another person walked over faster than him.

Xie Mu was drinking the fruit juice, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, casting a shadow under the dim light, his whole face seemed to have become thinner.

Wen Mingquan walked over with a complicated expression, opened his mouth, and yelled out.

"Xiaomu."

Holding the juice in his hand, the young man raised his eyes with some doubts, and when he saw him, he nodded politely, "Brother Mingquan."

This is a common way of greeting in the circle, Wen Mingquan heard it, but it was as if half of his body had been plunged into the ice.

He stared closely at Xie Mu's eyes that didn't avoid him at all.

Inside, the clarity and politeness when the two met for the first time was restored.

The only thing he didn't have was the affection he had been familiar with for a long time.