HCB Chapter 131 Pleasure
Chapter 131 Pleasure
But now that Mu Yuanming has lost his memory, probing him will most likely yield no results.
Yan Xun thought.
"What are you looking for?" Mu Yuanming didn't understand why he suddenly walked up to his clothes that he hadn't cleaned yet.
"It's nothing," Yan Xun said.
"It's just a little strange."
"Why do you all like wearing gray hoodies?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Yuanming felt a surge of resentment. He couldn't understand why Yan Xun always brought up other people. He felt like a sponge soaked in venom, constantly spewing out poison and bad intentions with every move Yan Xun made.
—Am I such a bad person?
Mu Yuanming couldn't help but look at Yan Xun, completely baffled as to why he was so concerned about this member.
According to their manager, they were a temporary, makeshift boy band.
There was no affection between the members, but Mu Yuanming felt that it wasn't him; he clearly felt a deep hatred for Yan Xun.
He specifically searched online for information about himself and Yan Xun and found that their relationship was considered quite good among the members. They were often together on weekdays, and there were quite a few fanfics about them online.
Thinking about this, Mu Yuanming found it amusing.
I wonder what his fans would think if they knew how much he hated Yan Xun.
Yan Xun looked at Mu Yuanming, who was deep in thought again, and wondered what ideas had popped into his head this time.
There aren't many guides on Mu Yuanming in the forums. Most of the time, he's just an ordinary teammate of the players. Apart from using underhanded tactics to frame players and clear his sister-in-law of suspicion, there's nothing particularly noteworthy about Mu Yuanming.
However, one player mentioned that Mu Yuanming's relationship with his parents is not very close, so it's best to avoid stepping on his landmines.
"Didn't your parents call you?" Yan Xun asked, provoking Mu Yuanming's sensitive area.
"There was a car accident, such a big thing."
He went back to his bed and lay down. "Didn't anyone call to check on you?"
Mu Yuanming seemed to have just been reminded by Yan Xun, "...No."
"However, other people called me."
"who."
"Fans, I guess." Mu Yuanming glanced at his phone; the screen was cracked, but it still worked. "It's an unknown number. I don't know how they got it."
It was these sudden, unfamiliar phone calls, along with the agent's "here we go again" attitude, that gave Mu Yuanming the real feeling that he was indeed a celebrity.
"Do you still remember your parents?" Yan Xun asked again.
Although Mu Yuanming didn't understand why his temporary roommate had become interested in chatting about family matters, he remained silent for a while, as if recalling something related to his parents, before finally shaking his head.
"It should be... a woman with long hair and a man with short hair who loves to laugh."
Yan Xun had already started searching while Mu Yuanming was speaking.
The parents of Mu Yuanming that appeared on the webpage were a short-haired woman and a somewhat serious-looking man.
They were photographed from the audience at the concert. Even in such a setting, neither of them had many smiles on their faces. They only showed a slight expression of relief when they noticed the camera.
Soon, it was discovered that Mu Yuanming's parents were highly educated individuals, both of whom were scholars.
Mu Yuanming seems to have spent his childhood abroad. The only photos of him as an ordinary person are from when he was 15 years old. Before that, he lived in a remote town with few Chinese people. His parents did not keep records regularly, so there are almost no photos of him when he was younger.
Following his parents' lead, Yan Xun found the scene of the group appearing on a show together.
The program provided photos of everyone as children, except for Mu Yuanming, who only had a photo of himself after he turned 15.
The host then asked Mu Yuanming regretfully if he really didn't have any photos from when he was younger.
Mu Yuanming glanced at himself on the screen. "I didn't like taking pictures when I was little. I would run away whenever I saw a camera. My parents respected my wishes..." He smiled sheepishly. "So I really didn't."
"These photos were taken after I grew up and was willing to have my picture taken."
He pointed to his 15-year-old self on the screen and said.
The host expressed regret but didn't seem to care.
On the show, Yan Xun showed a childhood photo of himself when he was 7 or 8 years old... Yan Xun was amazed, he didn't expect the photo to be so realistic, he really looked like he was 8 or 9 years old.
“This should be a photo of me and my uncle when we went on a trip somewhere,” Yan Xun said, pointing to himself on the screen.
At that time, the group had just debuted, and the host, at Song Baiyuan's behest, naturally asked Yan Xun's parents if they were too busy with work to come along.
“My parents died in a car accident,” Yan Xun said.
The host then realized his slip of the tongue and showed an embarrassed and guilty expression—this was also arranged by Song Baiyuan.
Even as an observer, Yan Xun could sense Song Baiyuan's scheming after watching the variety show.
Given Song Baiyuan's meticulousness, if Yan Xun's parents' matter were a taboo topic, the host certainly wouldn't have brought it up. Since the host specifically mentioned it, it was most likely arranged by Song Baiyuan.
When Yan Xun was watching the variety show, she never intended to watch it secretly behind Mu Yuanming's back. So when she heard Yan Xun say in the video that her parents had died in a car accident, Mu Yuanming's gaze also turned to Yan Xun's side.
"What are you looking at?" Mu Yuanming asked, getting out of bed with some difficulty.
Yan Xun glanced at him. "You can get out of bed by yourself now?"
"I can get out of bed, but I still need help getting back into bed," Mu Yuanming lied through his teeth.
Although his leg injury wasn't as severe as his arm injury, he still couldn't walk for long periods. Mu Yuanming limped over to Yan Xun and looked at Yan Xun's phone screen with some curiosity.
"Could you let me see it one more time?"
He asked Yan Xun.
Yan Xun directly found the keywords for that variety show on the computer and pointed the computer screen at Mu Yuanming.
He had assumed that Mu Yuanming would read the part about himself.
Unexpectedly, the other party simply dragged the progress bar to their own section.
Since it was inconvenient for Mu Yuanming to squat, he placed the computer on the table next to Yan Xun's bed after obtaining Yan Xun's permission... to watch this variety show that they had only recently debuted on.
Mu Yuanming looked at the photos on the large screen behind Yan Xun again and again.
Time and again, I listened to Yan Xun calmly recount the passing of his parents.
He suspected that he was actually sick.
Otherwise, he couldn't explain the anger and smugness he felt when he heard Yan Xun's words. These were two completely different emotions, yet they appeared so abruptly in his heart.
He even saw himself on the screen, his eyes flickering when he heard Yan Xun's words, and then he comforted Yan Xun.
He turned on the live chat.
The viewers in the live chat said they felt sorry for him.
Although Mu Yuanming didn't remember the details at all, he could still discern his own expression.
He wasn't feeling sorry for her; he was subtly pleased.