"Brother Yan? How is he? Should we call 120?" 　　... 　　Chen Mo felt a crowd of people surround him. Before he could speak, he heard someone above him say, "He's not dizzy. The car is at the door. Take him to the hospital to get checked out." 　　Many people volunteered, "I'll go with you." 　　"Me too, me too." 　　Chen Mo finally couldn't help but turn his head, his voice stiff: "He's still alive. We wouldn't need so many of you to carry the body." 　　As soon as he finished speaking, he felt two vibrations from the chest pressed against his. Xi Siyan said, "Looks like you're in alright. Let Lao Gou come along; there's not enough room in the car." 　　Gou Yiyang was walking next to Xi Siyan when he unexpectedly met Chen Mo's gaze. 　　Gou Yiyang: "Don't you think this scene looks familiar?" 　　Chen Mo said expressionlessly, "I haven't lost my memory ." 　　Old Gou shut his mouth. 　　People with stomach aches can be really irritable. 　　Now that everyone had relaxed a bit, they felt that the scene before them was quite surreal. 　　Chen Mo has shattered everyone's image in a short period of time, and tonight he even casually came out as gay. That was already explosive enough. At first, someone came back to the private room saying that Chen Mo was drunk and vomiting in the bathroom. The group couldn't help but speculate: why would someone who said he didn't drink suddenly get drunk? After some analysis, they realized that this must have touched a sore spot. 　　Gou Yiyang later went and came back, saying that Chen Mo almost vomited to death, which nearly scared everyone to death. 　　It turned out that his stomach problem had flared up. 　　Everyone thought the previous guess was absurd, but it turns out that the werewolf who could take down a group of people by himself was being carried horizontally, covered in sweat, with pale lips. 　　Hmm... that's about right, if it weren't for the fact that he spoke quite fiercely and the person holding him also had a foul mouth. 　　"Put me down." 　　"And then you roll to the hospital?" 　　“I can go standing up.” 　　"Oh, even a turtle crawling around on all fours is considered standing." 　　"...Do you think it's honorable to flaunt a gay man in public?" 　　"You tell everyone you like men? Go ahead and pretend you're dizzy, I have a conscience." 　　"Xi Siyan". 　　"Um." 　　"Your future success will definitely not come from your mouth." 　　"Thank you, I can still achieve success even while relying on my parents." 　　The group of people were completely mesmerized from the private room to the entrance of the KTV. 　　Old Xi rarely argues with people; he's steady and considerate in his dealings with others. At most, he might grumble at Qi Lin, saying his brains were probably given away to some old woman two miles away. In reality, when he does grumble, most people don't even have a chance to retaliate. 　　Take Chen Mo, for example. He blocked Bai Suxiu's way of making her face turn red and her neck throb with anger, and he made the grade director furious in the office. 　　He stepped out of the main gate, his eyes closed, looking like he had given up. 　　Young people, especially, frequent these entertainment venues on Friday nights. 　　At the brightly lit entrance of the KTV, a number of men and women stood, chatting or waiting for someone. It was an ordinary night, but a subtle commotion arose when a tall, aristocratic young man carrying a boy in a white T-shirt walked out of the revolving door. 　　The commotion reached its peak when the person carrying the other walked straight towards the most unassuming luxury car parked on the side of the road. 　　After settling everyone in and closing the car doors, the luxury car quickly disappeared into the night traffic. Another group of boys were left standing at the door, exchanging bewildered glances, subjected to stares from all directions. 　　This was probably the first time I had felt the allure of money so directly. 　　"A wealthy young master and his young wife?" 　　"...Chen Mo will twist your head off, believe it or not." 　　"If Old Xi doesn't push you, at most he'll lock you in his 300-square-meter basement, and wait until the police find a pile of bones in there a hundred years from now, and then check the database and find that there is no such person." 　　"Damn, you guys are terrifying." 　　The boys were pushing and shoving each other playfully. 　　On the other side, Chen Mo sneezed in the car, and the pain subsided slightly. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, having no other thoughts about the huge mess he had left behind that night. 　　The air conditioning inside the car was very strong. 　　Gou Yiyang sat demurely like a quail next to him, while Xi Siyan on the other side kept looking down at his phone. 　　"Uncle Lin, turn the temperature up a bit," the person said without even looking up. 　　Uncle Lin glanced at the boy in the back seat who looked unwell, and went to adjust the temperature. "Did you catch a cold last time and not get better? Sometimes a cold can cause stomach upset." 　　Gou Yiyang immediately explained obediently, "No, he drank alcohol." 　　A soft chuckle suddenly came from the passenger seat: "Last time? Uncle Lin also met Ayan's classmate?" 　　Uncle Lin smiled and replied, "I've met you once." 　　When he boarded the train and discovered that Xi Jianxing was also there, it was already too late. 　　He's an elder, which is why the atmosphere was so quiet even with Gou Yiyang in the car. 　　The second son of the Xi family, though of a higher generation, was not much older than Yang Zhi. He turned halfway around and looked back at Chen Mo with a pair of phoenix eyes that seemed unrestrained and carefree. He said with a smile, "Ayan didn't introduce me at first. I didn't expect to meet you under these circumstances. You probably don't know me." 　　Chen Mo looked over and said, "I recognize him. I've seen a photo of my second uncle and... my brother." 　　Xi Jianxing's smile remained unchanged. "Your older brother, he's quite an ambitious man." 　　The head chef next to him looked up and asked, "Still drunk?" 　　"I'm perfectly sober. I was just greeting the kid." Xi Jianxing turned to Chen Mo again and said with a smile, "It must be tough getting along with Ayan. Our families are familiar with each other. If you have any complaints about him in the future, just let me know." 　　Chen Mo replied with a smile, "Okay, thank you, Second Uncle." 　　Chen Mo naturally didn't take those words seriously. 　　There are no simple people in the Xi family. 　　Xi Jianxing was born with a shrewd mind. He was the only person independent of any of the Xi family's businesses, yet he was also the Xi family's last resort. A man like Xi Jianxing could be incredibly informal with you, even putting his arm around Yang Zhi. But frankly, aside from the old man, he probably didn't genuinely want to know anyone in the Yang family.

Chapter 36