Dd Chapter 39

Lunchtime arrived, and Wang Zihe still played the role of a devoted servant, standing behind Mo Xijue in a perfectly tailored tuxedo.

He looked at the father and sons sitting at the dining table, and found it particularly amusing, especially the expression of forced composure on Mo Jian’s face. Wang Zihe couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.

At this moment, he felt like an outsider, silently observing the three of them as they dined.

“Speaking of which, Christmas is approaching,” Mo Xijue broke the silence after taking a sip of wine.

“Everything is already prepared,” Mo Yi replied, raising his head.

“I’m looking forward to it,” Mo Xijue said, wiping the corner of his mouth. He looked at his sons with meaningful eyes before standing up and, after giving Wang Zihe a glance, calmly left the dining room.

Wang Zihe, who was well aware of Mo Xijue’s subtle gestures, naturally understood the meaning behind that glance. He promptly turned around and followed Mo Xijue.

Mo Jian frowned as he watched the two of them leave together. Then he lifted his head and looked directly at Mo Yi, questioning with confusion, “What is the relationship between Wang Zihe and Father?”

“The relationship you see,” Mo Yi replied with a sneer upon hearing Mo Jian’s rather foolish question.

“What? And also between him and you… and me…” Mo Yi’s response left Mo Jian astonished. Then, after a gasp of disbelief, his voice gradually faded until it became inaudible.

Mo Yi observed Mo Jian’s stunned expression, and couldn’t help but find it amusing. Was there anything that Mo Xijue couldn’t do? Clearly not… With that in mind, Mo Yi couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, unsure if it was due to helplessness or regret.

Afterward, Mo Yi finished his meal and left the dining room, leaving Mo Jian, who was lost in thought, at the table, staring blankly at the food on his plate.

Wang Zihe followed Mo Xijue to the study on the fifth floor, and once he entered the room, he was once again ordered to lock the door.

Now, the two of them sat side by side on the sofa. Wang Zihe sat close to Mo Xijue, feeling a tinge of uneasiness within.

“How have you been feeling lately?”

To Wang Zihe’s surprise, Mo Xijue’s gentle tone sounded like that of a close friend, asking an ordinary yet exceptional question.

“I’m fine, Mr. Mo,” Wang Zihe answered, meeting his gaze after a brief pause.

“You certainly know how to use money,” Mo Xijue said, a gentle smile forming on his lips.

Although Wang Zihe heard words of praise, he couldn’t find any joy in them. It seemed that Mo Xijue knew everything he did, and he couldn’t do anything under his watchful eyes.

Mo Xijue didn’t mind Wang Zihe’s silence. He leaned in, lifting Wang Zihe’s chin, and gently caressed it before speaking again, his voice barely a whisper, “You’ve exceeded my expectations. You’ve taken the money and haven’t run away. Despite knowing the danger, you still come to me willingly.”

“Why do you keep coming back?” Mo Xijue leaned closer to Wang Zihe’s face and softly asked into his ear.

Feeling the warmth of Mo Xijue’s breath against his skin, Wang Zihe couldn’t help but take a deep breath. It carried that peculiar scent, tinged with bitterness, and he felt as though he had been enchanted, as if he had inhaled an addictive and intoxicating substance. He struggled to stay alert and answered, “Because I know you enjoy sleeping with me.”

“Hehe…” Mo Xijue chuckled upon hearing Wang Zihe’s response. He turned his head slightly, gazing at Wang Zihe’s fair and delicate complexion and exquisite features. Then, in a soft murmur near his sensitive ear, he asked again, “What happens after I’ve had sleeping with you?”

With that, he suddenly gripped Wang Zihe’s neck, pushing him down onto the soft couch.

“If I were to strangle you, what would you do?” Mo Xijue’s face still wore an extremely gentle and faint smile.

Feeling the pressure around his neck, Wang Zihe instinctively reached out, trying to remove the hands that were suffocating him. But he couldn’t do it. Mo Xijue’s strength was overpowering… Wang Zihe widened his eyes, filled with fear, as his breathing grew more difficult. He furrowed his brow and struggled to speak with a labored voice, “You can also choke me with your dick…”

After uttering those words, he even emitted intermittent laughter.

“You will die,” Mo Xijue said after Wang Zihe’s retort. His smile gradually widened, and he exerted a little more force with the hand around Wang Zihe’s neck.

“Stop. Let go.” Wang Zihe stared straight into the malicious amber eyes and commanded without hesitation.

“Isn’t it exhilarating?” Just then, Mo Xijue suddenly released his grip on Wang Zihe’s neck. Before Wang Zihe could catch his breath, Mo Xijue placed both hands on the sides of his face.

“Only in my presence can you experience this near-death thrill. It is the stimulation that arouses you,” Mo Xijue pressed him down, gazing at Wang Zihe’s face as he gasped for air after the earlier lack of oxygen. With a soft laugh, he continued, “Just think of this dangerous sensation, this excitement…ohh… you’re already aroused.”

Mo Xijue felt the desire pulsating beneath Wang Zihe’s lower abdomen and revealed a wicked smile.

He proceeded to kiss Wang Zihe’s cheeks and forehead, displaying an unusual tenderness and sweetness.

Upon hearing Mo Xijue’s teasing words, Wang Zihe couldn’t help but blush intensely. He had no control over this instinctual bodily reaction.

He gasped for breath, savoring the intensity, the weight and heat Mo Xijue exerted on top of him. He couldn’t help raising his hips, causing his already stiff desire to rub against Mo Xijue’s lower abdomen.

Just as Mo Xijue had described, in that moment when his neck was constricted, leaving him severely deprived of oxygen, Wang Zihe felt as if he had been enchanted by his exquisitely noble countenance, the unique and enticing fragrance emanating from him, his smile, and the scorching heat emanating from his body.

Enveloped in this atmosphere of imminent death, danger, and fear, he experienced an unprecedented and previously unknown allure and stimulation.

The sensation of lack of oxygen and the pain emanating from his neck made Wang Zihe feel stimulated, incomparably so. He couldn’t contain his excitement.

“Fuck me!” Wang Zihe gazed at Mo Xijue’s face and gasped slightly.

“I refuse.” Seeing Wang Zihe’s face and eyes tainted with lust, Mo Xijue cruelly replied with a smile.

Mo Xijue’s response did surprise Wang Zihe to some extent, but then he remembered the man’s unconventional nature and character and thought that everything was within the bounds of normalcy, just another act of teasing.

After rolling his eyes, Wang Zihe struggled against the grip on his wrists, attempting to free himself from his restraint on the couch.

“I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?” Mo Xijue, still keeping Wang Zihe pinned beneath him, lightly laughed, displaying an exceptional mastery over his control.

“I don’t want to hear either.” Wang Zihe’s chest heaved violently as he stared fearlessly into Mo Xijue’s eyes.

“Mmm…. really?” Mo Xijue suddenly let out a faint questioning sound from his throat.

“Then let’s start with the bad news.” Hearing his threatening tone, Wang Zihe sighed and replied helplessly.

“The bad news is that if you fail the test, I have decided to turn you into a living specimen. As for the good news, on Christmas Day, you must give me the thing you treasure the most. Of course, the definition of ‘most precious’ will be determined by you. Fair, isn’t it? And simple.”

After finishing his words, Mo Xijue released his grip on Wang Zihe’s wrists and gently caressed his neck, marked with grimacing bruises, as if soothing his wounds.

“Anything?” Feeling the fiery and painful sensation caused by the warm fingertips gliding over his neck, Wang Zihe asked with confusion.

“Of course, whether you pass or fail depends on you.”

“Alright, you can leave now.” Mo Xijue, appearing quite affectionate, patted Wang Zihe’s cheek before getting off him, standing beside the couch and looking down at him.

“…”

Wang Zihe gazed at Mo Xijue’s amber eyes without uttering a word. He remained silent, one hand caressing his neck, the other supporting himself as he slowly withdrew from this study that had left him with terrifying memories. (It was in this study that Wang Zihe was first wounded by Mo Xijue’s gun.)

After parting ways with Mo Xijue, Wang Zihe returned to his own room, frowning as he pondered.

His most precious thing…

As he contemplated, he took out his computer and walked to the desk. After powering it on, he looked at his past design works, immersing himself in those images and memories.

Before long, a knocking sound suddenly came from the door. After a moment of hesitation, Wang Zihe stood up.

When he opened the door and saw Mo Jian standing there, he couldn’t help but furrow his brow and ask, “Is there something you need?”

“Do you really have to be so unwelcoming?” Mo Jian raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.

Then he directly entered the room, paying no attention to Wang Zihe’s displeased expression. He asked again, “What are you doing?” His calm and composed demeanor made it seem as if the unpleasant incident earlier had never happened.

Of course, for him, it was indeed a trivial matter. In the open-minded atmosphere of the United States, being caught engaging in intimate activities by parents was nothing unusual. But for Wang Zihe, it was extremely uncomfortable and depressing. As a result, his already lukewarm feelings toward Mo Jian grew even more negative.

Ignoring Mo Jian’s overly familiar questions, Wang Zihe treated him as if he didn’t exist, completely disregarding his presence. He returned to the desk, continuing to look at architectural materials, appearing particularly indifferent.

Mo Jian didn’t seem to mind. He walked behind the office chair and joined Wang Zihe in staring at the contents on the screen. He looked at the exquisite drawings and awe-inspiring designs, which surprised him greatly. He had always thought Wang Zihe was a minor celebrity or a high-class male prostitute who sold his looks and body. He never expected him to possess such talent.

“Did you design all of these?” Mo Jian couldn’t help but ask.

“Guess,” Wang Zihe replied dismissively.

Hearing his indifferent tone, a sunny smile appeared on Mo Jian’s face. He then took out his phone and searched for Wang Zihe’s name. As he read the biography and news articles about him, Mo Jian grew even more amazed.

The evaluations and reports about Wang Zihe in the media were something Mo Jian never expected. He discovered that Wang Zihe was actually an architect. Despite having a star-like appearance, it was unbelievable that he possessed such remarkable talent. He had won numerous awards since university, and he had also received recognition for his practical projects. Moreover, he was incredibly young… his future achievements were immeasurable.

Architecture was a field of study chosen by many affluent families, and many renowned masters in the industry came from extraordinary backgrounds. Mo Jian looked at Wang Zihe’s silky black hair and the design drawings on the computer, and his interest was piqued. “Can you teach me about architecture?”

“You’re in your final year of high school, right? What’s your SAT score? Which university are you aiming for?”

Upon hearing Wang Zihe’s sudden barrage of questions, Mo Jian was slightly taken aback but answered with a smile, “I’ve already received an acceptance letter from Harvard. Otherwise, how could I have the time to come to Country C?”

“If it’s just a hobby, I wouldn’t recommend studying architecture.” Wang Zihe replied seriously upon hearing Mo Jian’s confident tone. Architecture was an extremely complex discipline, similar to medicine. It was not something one could excel in as a mere hobby. It required a lifetime of dedication. Moreover, Wang Zihe didn’t want that. As someone who loved architecture, treating it as a casual pastime would be a desecration.

“Thank you for your advice.” Despite Wang Zihe’s sudden seriousness, Mo Jian continued to smile and nodded.

“If there’s nothing else, you can leave.” Wang Zihe continued, his tone cold and indifferent, as he stared at the computer screen.

“This is my number. You can contact me anytime.” Despite being ignored and treated with indifference, Mo Jian reluctantly left a note with his number before leaving the room.

After Mo Jian completely left the room, Wang Zihe turned his head and looked at the note with the number on the table. He used his phone to record it before tearing the note into pieces and throwing it into the trash bin.

For some reason, he had a faint premonition that he would need Mo Jian in the future.