Chapter 6#
Switching to the Wrong Account#
Mo Xuzhi quickly smoothed his hair, sat up straight and sat tall with an eerie speed, and conveniently adjusted his slightly messy hospital gown. Throughout this, his expression remained unchanged, as if he couldn’t feel the pain from his wound.
He looked at Luo Wenyun.
Luo Wenyun understood and turned his head to whisper a few words to the nurse. The nurse looked at Mo Xuzhi, then at Luo Wenyun, and left with a red face.
Only the two of them remained in the room.
Mo Xuzhi leaned against the bed and asked, “Why are you here?”
Shen Le had just returned to the country, so Luo Wenyun should theoretically be by his side all the time. Now that he had actually shown mercy to visit his little stand-in, it made one feel this person didn’t have any good intentions in mind.
“Can’t I come?”
Luo Wenyun unfastened his cuffs, rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and reached out to pinch Mo Xuzhi’s cheeks. His movements were gentle, his face was smiling, but his eyes were indifferent, with a hint of nonchalance.
As if the person in front of him was just an insignificant little toy.
Mo Xuzhi didn’t resist. Following Luo Wenyun’s strength, he was forced to straighten his back, looking up at Luo Wenyun. His eyelashes trembled slightly, making him look exceptionally submissive and fragile.
Luo Wenyun’s knuckles were distinct, with faint blue veins protruding. His forearm muscles were firm but not exaggerated, possessing a beauty with explosive power.
Good hands.
Mo Xuzhi silently commented in his heart.
“Where is the injury?” Luo Wenyun didn’t want Mo Xuzhi to answer his question. After admiring the face enough, he asked in a calm voice.
“Ugly, won’t look.” Mo Xuzhi refused directly, without mercy.
The strength in Luo Wenyun’s hand grew heavier.
Sensing the pain, Mo Xuzhi’s expression remained unchanged, but his eyes tilted upward slightly, revealing a bit of emotion.
“Want to see?” The submissive little toy showed a small smile. “Male lead three in ‘Chase the Wind’. That shouldn’t be hard for you, right?”
“Chase the Wind” was a movie starring Luo Wenyun, a big director’s production aimed at sweeping major awards. Even before the casting had begun, many stars were already fighting tooth and nail for it online.
Mo Xuzhi asking for male lead three was quite courageous.
Indeed, the previous submissiveness was all an illusion.
Luo Wenyun still smiled, his eyes not blinking: “No.”
“Why? Because my acting is bad?” Mo Xuzhi reached out to pull Luo Wenyun’s hand away and lay back on the bed, his expression tired and lazy.
“No.” Luo Wenyun sat on the accompanying chair by the bed, looking down at Mo Xuzhi with a faint look of regret. “You can’t make the audience remember you, remember this character. If you can’t leave an impression on the audience, then this character has no meaning.”
Mo Xuzhi closed his eyes.
He knew Luo Wenyun wouldn’t agree and had only mentioned it casually.
Luo Wenyun’s words indeed hit the mark.
He was Mo Xuzhi, the acting trash Mo Xuzhi. No matter how hard he tried, he was always trapped in the setting.
The consciousness of the world manipulated everything, including human consciousness and perception—except for him, an outsider. It could also easily erase his efforts and existence like fixing a bug.
Sunlight filtered through layers of leaves and spilled into the room.
The ward was very quiet. Mo Xuzhi didn’t speak, and Luo Wenyun remained calm, just watching the person on the bed, looking quite relaxed.
“Then there’s nothing more to talk about. Do you have anything else? I’m going to rest.”
“Anxious to drive me away already?” Luo Wenyun let out a light sigh. “Our relationship is truly shallow.”
Mo Xuzhi looked up and retorted: “How solid do you want an interest-based relationship to be?”
“True.” Luo Wenyun reached out, took Mo Xuzhi’s right hand, and pinched his knuckles with moderate strength, asking, “Besides me, do you have any other ‘interest-related’ people?”
Mo Xuzhi was very greedy, he knew that well.
Once he couldn’t satisfy the ambition in Mo Xuzhi’s heart, he might go find someone else, someone else who could provide benefits. Luo Wenyun also knew this very well.
But Luo Wenyun had a habit. He liked to monopolize toys.
Mo Xuzhi pulled back his hand and raised an eyebrow: “Who knows.”
Luo Wenyun looked at his empty palm, and his smile dimmed slightly: “The variety show next week, you’ve heard about it from Chen Min, right?”
Chen Min was Mo Xuzhi’s pimp-level manager.
Mo Xuzhi’s brow twitched.
What Chen Min said was “took a lot of effort,” just this?
Clearly, this spot was obtained through Luo Wenyun’s manipulation.
Mo Xuzhi knew what Luo Wenyun meant by this. Give a slap and then a sweet date—after refusing to give him a role, provide a resource. Dangling it this way, making him temporarily give up the thought of finding other “interest-related” people.
A good plan.
Mo Xuzhi slowly smiled.
But he was destined only to think about it.