Volume 1 Faith Chapter 1: Stupid Youth VS Overbearing CEO
When Ke Xun came out of the shower, Mu Yiran was talking on the phone. His voice was very low and he was speaking in English.
Ke Xun went back to the bedroom, stretched out the quilt on the bed and made it up, then took his cell phone and went back to the living room. Seeing that Mu Yiran had not finished his call, he gestured to him that he was going out.
Carrying the bag containing Mu Yiran's suit jacket and shirt, Ke Xun first went to the dry cleaners, and then went to a nearby supermarket. On the way, he received a call from Wei Dong.
Weidong: "What?"
Ke Xun: "Buy a condom..."
Wei Dong: "Fuck! You got him so quickly?!"
Ke Xun: "...buy a set of pajamas. Can you let me finish my words first? Your reaction is very dangerous."
Wei Dong: "... Damn, how could you be that dangerous? Who knows what you are going to do if you trick people into coming home."
Ke Xun: "Whatever you say, I still need to buy something."
Weidong: "Why did you buy pajamas?!"
Ke Xun: "Put it on him. I don't think he can leave tonight . He can't even buy a ticket to go back to his home."
Wei Dong: "Wow, you even know where he lives. You are worthy of being an old driver."
Ke Xun: "Get lost, I saw his business card in his pocket."
Wei Dong: "Oh? Tell me quickly, what does Mr. Mu do? Is he a real boss or some celebrity idol?"
Ke Xun: "Anyway, it's definitely a 'guy'. As for how big this 'guy' is, we need to get to know him more deeply before we can know."
Wei Dong: "Your so-called 'deepening' is not what I imagined, right?"
Ke Xun: "...I'm impressed by you. Your life is hanging by a thread, yet you still have the mind to be so mean here."
Wei Dong: "What else can I do? I can't spend the remaining thirteen days hugging my mom's thighs and crying. My dad said that life is coming to an end, so you can do whatever you want. The old Wei family has been smiling since their ancestors for eighteen generations. I guess I may not be able to smile before I die. It's okay to die in disgrace, right?"
Ke Xun: "...My dad's words are quite harsh. Fine, then you continue to be so lewd, I'm hanging up now."
Wei Dong: "So what kind of 'Boss' is Mr. Mu?"
Ke Xun: "...He is an art dealer who has opened 16 galleries in eight cities around the world. He also does art appraisal and trading."
Wei Dong: "...wait a minute - these are all written on his business card?!"
Ke Xun: "Don't blame me for looking at you like you're an idiot next time we meet - his business card only has the company name written on it, I searched the internet with that name and found everything naturally."
Wei Dong: "...Wait a minute, how old is he, and he already has 16 galleries?!"
Ke Xun: "It is said that when he was fifteen, he had a keen eye for a painting by an unknown painter, bought it for $50,000, and then sold it for $73 million."
Wei Dong: "...I felt a suffocation like my chrysanthemum contracting."
Ke Xun: "He is well-known in the industry, and his personal ability and aesthetic vision are also well-known. So, do you think there is any doubt that he can open 16 galleries around the world at such a young age?"
Wei Dong: "...I need to take a break...One last question, how can you find all this information about him on the Internet?"
Ke Xun: "Yes. Not only is there a brief biography of him online, but also his date of birth, height, weight, measurements, specialties, hobbies, etc. are all very detailed. In addition, YouTube also has street photos of him when he was abroad uploaded by his fans."
Wei Dong: "Wait, wait for the light, wait for the light—he still has fans?!"
Ke Xun: "What's so strange about that? Nowadays, delivery guys and takeout guys all have their own fans. So, can't a cool, arrogant, and icy CEO have thousands of fans? I still have a hundred or so zombie fans on Weibo."
Wei Dong: "...I think that Ren Mu is so awesome that he is not from the same world as us. He easily earns billions of dollars, and he has a fan club. Although you have been elected as the school idol for three consecutive years in our school and are now a small gym owner, but from a global perspective, it is obvious that you are not in the same dimension as us. It's like you, a stick figure, want to have something happen with an oil painting. The style of painting is obviously inconsistent, don't you think?"
Ke Xun was so angry that he laughed: "Who the hell is a stick figure?! Use your brain more and use your imagination less! Okay, get out of here, I need to go to the cashier to pay the bill!"
Then he hung up the phone.
A toothbrush, a towel, a set of pajamas, and a pair of casual shoes.
Mu Yiran’s suit pants were gone, so if he left he probably wouldn’t be able to wear his suit jacket, and naturally he couldn’t wear his leather shoes either.
Ke Xun walked back with the bag. When he opened the door and entered the house, his hand paused, thinking of what Wei Dong had just said and everything he had searched about Mu Yiran on the Internet.
He and he, one is a child of destiny, the other is a scumbag.
We are indeed not from the same world.
Ke Xun laughed, smoothed his hair, and walked into the room.
Mu Yiran sat on the sofa with his cell phone on the coffee table.
"Are you not busy with business anymore?" Ke Xun asked.
Mu Yiran asked him expressionlessly: "What brand is your phone?"
Ke Xun smiled: "Your phone is out of battery? Luckily, you and I use the same brand. The charger is in the bedroom, plugged into the socket next to the bed."
Mu Yiran got up and went to the bedroom with his cell phone.
Ke Xun thought, for such a grown man, it was quite down-to-earth for him to use such a popular brand of mobile phone.
Ke Xun was too lazy to hang out the clothes to dry, so he bought a washing machine with a drying function. He washed and dried his newly bought pajamas and took them to the bedroom.
Mu Yiran sat at the head of the bed, charging his phone while continuing to make a call.
Ke Xun walked over and sat next to him until he finally hung up. Just as he was about to call again, Ke Xun stretched out his hand to block him: "You're calling while your phone is charging, aren't you afraid of getting blasted?"
Mu Yiran glanced at him, pushed his hand away, and did not continue dialing. He just said lightly: "Please find me a place to sleep."
Although time in the outside world did not pass when they were in the world in the painting, their body functions changed with the time and environment in the painting. No one slept well in the past few days.
"If you don't mind, you can sleep in this room." Ke Xun put his pajamas on the bed, got up and walked out.
When I walked to the door, I heard Mu Yiran ask, "Where are you sleeping?"
Ke Xun turned around and smiled: "My place may be small but it has everything. Opposite this room is the guest room, and there is a study room over there in the living room. Although there are not many pieces of furniture, it is still not a problem for me to sleep there."
Mu stood up happily and said, "I'm going to sleep in the guest room."
Ke Xun waved his hand and said, "My bad friends have messed up the guest room. You can sleep in this room." Then he closed the door and went out.
Mu Yiran stood up and sat back on the bed.
The screen of the phone in my hand gradually dimmed, reflecting my face which looked deep in thought.
After staying like this for a while, Mu Yiran turned on his phone again and was about to dial a number, but his fingers paused. He set the phone to do not disturb, then put it next to the pillow to continue charging. He stood up and closed the curtains, then turned back to look at the new pajamas on the bed.
The color is ice blue, solid color with no patterns, only a white border on the edge.
The color and style suit him very well, and you can tell that he put a lot of thought into choosing it.
However, Mu Yiran still picked up the clothes and checked them carefully, just in case there was anything starting with the letter B or F printed on it.
Change into pajamas, throw back the quilt and lie down on the bed.
The unfamiliar environment made it difficult to fall asleep, so I kept my eyes open and looked at the snow-white walls above my head and around me, habitually analyzing the colors in front of me.
Ke Xun is a very complicated person.
He has a casual, unrestrained and somewhat unscrupulous personality, but he lives in a house with a minimalist style.
White walls, white floors, white furniture, doors and windows with black metal edges, lamps made up of black lines and geometric shapes, and cold metal curtains and pillows.
Even the bowls used for eating are pure white porcelain without any patterns or complex shapes.
A person's aesthetic taste is closely related to his underlying personality.
It is obvious that the photo of him as a teenager was full of warm and sunny colors.
This person is both casual and serious, both willful and persistent, warm and full, yet distant and cold.
Mu Yiran didn’t sleep for long. When he opened his eyes, it was already dark. It was eight o’clock in the evening.
I changed out of my pajamas, opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, and saw that the door of the guest room opposite was open.
Mu Yiran paused, walked to the door and looked inside, but was stunned.
It was not the messy and "ruined beyond recognition" imagined, but completely white and empty. Not only was there no bed, there was not even a single piece of furniture.
When I walked into the living room, I found Ke Xun curled up on the sofa, with most of his body sunk deep into it, sleeping like a carefree Husky.
Mu Yiran looked at him silently for a while and went to the bathroom.
It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when Ke Xun was woken up by the alarm on his mobile phone. The lights in the room were dark, with only the lights from the city outside the window shining in from afar, casting colorful, mottled light on the walls and floor.
Ke Xun sat down to calm down, and suddenly he felt something was wrong. He got up and went to the bedroom, only to find that the door was open, but no one was in the room.
After searching all the rooms, even the toilets, Ke Xun finally confirmed that Boss Mu had left without saying goodbye, taking away his pajamas, new towels, a new toothbrush, and new shoes.
Ke Xun scratched his head, sat back on the sofa, and looked at the city outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
Did Mr. Mu feel bad for seeing him sleeping on the sofa? He might have already checked into a hotel by now.
Should I give him a call? Ke Xun thought as he played with his phone. When he saw Mu Yiran's business card, he quietly wrote down his phone number.
After hesitating for a few minutes, Ke Xun dialed the phone.
"My god, guess who I am?"
As soon as the voice with a deliberately changed tone came out from the phone, Mu Yiran couldn't help but want to pinch his eyebrows.
"What's the matter?" Mu Yiran's voice was emotionless.
The person on the other end of the line cleared his throat, returned to his normal tone, and told him seriously, "You left your stuff at my house."
Mu Yiran frowned and thought for a while, but he didn't remember what he had left behind, so he asked, "What is it?"
"Me." The voice on the other end of the phone was still serious, but there was a hint of smile in the ending tone.
"..." Mu Yiran's face darkened, even though the other party couldn't see it, "What do you want?"
"I mean, you're too polite," Ke Xun laughed while scratching his ear on the other end of the phone. "I usually sleep on the sofa more often than on the bed. My sofa feels safer than the bed. Are you in the hotel?"
Mu Yiran: “…Yeah.”
Ke Xun: "Going back to S City early tomorrow morning?"
Mu Yiran: “Yeah.”
Ke Xun: "Shall I take you to the airport?"
Mu Yiran: "No need. I'll borrow your clothes first and I'll send them back to you when I get back."
Ke Xun: "Then add me on WeChat and I'll send you my home address."
Mu Yiran: “… ” You really know how to strike while the snake is at it.
Ke Xun: "Give me your address too. I'll pick up your clothes from the dry cleaners tomorrow and send them to you."
Mu Yiran: "..."
Ke Xun: "The next time we meet, will it be in the world of the next painting?"
Mu Yiran: “Yeah.”
Ke Xun suddenly didn't know what else to say.
When we meet again, it will be another suffocating struggle between life and death.
Maybe he won't have such good luck next time. If he wants to die quickly, he may die in there. If he wants to die sadly, he may face a situation of confrontation and fighting with Mu Yiran.
Mu Yiran on the other end of the phone also fell silent. I wonder if he had also thought about this question.
Ke Xun thought that if he was unfortunate enough to fall into such a situation, he would give in to him.
Let him live, even if he is heartless and ungrateful, because he is a handsome guy.
As the ultimate face lover, there is nothing I can do about it. He is so unreasonable to me.
