You are all bad women! Don't come over!-Chapter 327 - 318: Awake?

Shen Mochen was the one who ended the call with Catherine. If he had wanted to talk endlessly, Catherine probably wouldn't have minded staying a bit longer, but Shen Mochen didn't linger too long.

How could this be the case, being dumped by his current girlfriend and running to his ex for comfort while in tears?

Moreover, if he was to be truly honest, he had wronged this ex-girlfriend. Showing up as a loser now was just too pathetic.

After hanging up, Shen Mochen lay spread-eagled on his bed. He felt a loneliness he hadn't felt in a long time.

At this moment, he realized how lucky he had been. If it weren't for Xia Qingrou, his days in 0819 would have been as dull as they were now.

He had been too happy these days, so happy that he almost took it for granted, instead of recognizing it as a favor from someone else.

He knew it all would end eventually, but he hadn't expected it to come so suddenly, so unexpectedly.

He vaguely felt that Xia Qingrou's reason for breaking up wasn't solely because of his lies. If it were just that, she wouldn't have cut him off without leaving any room for reconciliation.

But now, he didn't want to think about the reasons anymore. Loneliness always brought an overwhelming tiredness, leaving him wanting to think of nothing.

He glanced at his phone and saw many missed calls from Cai Yuncui.

He texted Cai Yuncui, "I'm fine, will call you tomorrow," but he did not call her back.

At this point, Shen Mochen was already regretting it, feeling lost about his habitual lying. He realized he was wrong, that lying might not be a good habit.

Yet, when texting Cai Yuncui, he couldn't help but lie again, and he didn't even realize how blatant a lie "I'm fine" was—a lie even Cai Yuncui wouldn't believe.

After sending the text, he tossed his phone aside, not wanting to talk to Cai Yuncui at that moment. He knew what Cai Yuncui would say, and he knew it wasn't what he wanted to hear. She and Xia Qingrou had been close friends for many years, perhaps even closer than he was.

If Cai Yuncui were with him now, he could ask her to keep quiet and then bury his face in her arms for healing. But over the phone, there really wasn't much to say.

Perhaps he really should follow Xia Qingrou's advice and meet his biological mother. Thinking back, Yin Caiyu had suggested this as well, almost like entrusting him with a mission before her death.

Shen Mochen had always been prepared for his relatives to come looking for him.

After Yin Caiyu awoke her superpower, he anticipated that she might come to claim him as a relative, but she never came in those two years.

Yin Caiyu's awakening was known to almost everyone in their slums, and although she had married off, she would likely have heard the rumors. Yet there was no contact, and Shen Mochen could only guess it might be because she and Yin Caiyu weren't actually related, thus she had no reason.

Now that he had awoken a superpower, what reason did she have not to come to him?

Before entering Buque, Shen Mochen signed a plethora of documents, including one specifying who would receive his inheritance and pension should he be sacrificed. Initially, Wu Wenyue was the default beneficiary, so after marveling at Buque's intelligence capabilities, he immediately changed the beneficiary to Yin Caiyu.

However, due to Yin Caiyu's special status, this change was unsuccessful, so after some deliberation, he changed the beneficiary to Cai Yuncui.

While confirming the change, Shen Mochen found it amusing. He never thought that in this world he wouldn't find anyone to accept his inheritance, with the only option being a neighbor and teacher he'd met just a month ago.

Now that he thought about it, it seemed somewhat improper. Even if Wu Wenyue wasn't a good mother, he still had a sister. That little thing should be about ten years old now. He didn't even know what she looked like.

Perhaps he could leave some inheritance to her. That way, if he really did die one day, maybe someone would be there to sweep his grave… at least there would be someone to remember him as a brother.

He had previously asked Du Ziqi if he had informed Wu Wenyue about his awakening superpower. Du Ziqi had confirmed it since she was the default first beneficiary designated for Shen Mochen.

So Shen Mochen had been waiting for Wu Wenyue to come seeking a connection recently. He had felt that the other party was an opportunistic person who wouldn't pass up such a potentially "profitable" opportunity. And as soon as she showed up, he could unleash all the anger accumulated over the past decade or more.

He'd humiliate her in the most demeaning way possible, with the most insulting words possible.

It would be best if she brought her daughter along and tried to play the sentiment card, so that he could let her sister know in front of her face how disgraceful and ridiculous her mother was.

Strange, why hasn't she shown up yet? Their family isn't that well-off these days.

Shen Mochen thought distractedly, then took a deep breath. The air was filled with the lingering sweetness of citrus and a hint of the refreshing scent of orchid grass.

Liu Chaoyan had just visited, though she only spoke some trivial words.

Liu Chaoyan, Liu Chaoyan... Again she saw him at his most disheveled.

He was certainly no longer the little beggar of the past.

Shen Mochen slowly closed his eyes, wanting to sleep, but sleep eluded him.

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Was the blanket too thick? After all, it was early summer already, yet he was still using the spring-autumn quilt he had started with over a month ago.

Shen Mochen lifted the blanket slightly, but then felt a bit chilled and wrapped himself back up again.

Such an uncomfortable season, Shen Mochen thought, as the citrus scent from the blanket hit him in the face.

Tomorrow I'd better apologize first. Maybe she just wanted to whine to get my attention. Maybe she was just angry, and after sleeping, she'll cool down by tomorrow, Shen Mochen told himself.

But Shen Mochen also knew he was just consoling himself, as his years of experience observing people told him this was not so simple.

Moreover, he simply couldn't answer Xia Qingrou's question.

Sleep, sleep... Shen Mochen thought, but he tossed and turned, not falling asleep until the early morning.

...

The morning sunlight was slightly glaring, Shen Mochen felt groggy and sensed someone next to him. He lifted his hand, feeling something plump and soft, his fingers almost sinking into it.

Xia Qingrou, perhaps... Shen Mochen thought hazily, reaching out instinctively to embrace her, the person beside him suddenly tensed, followed by a wave of fragrance, fresh and natural like grass after rain.

A pain shot through Shen Mochen's neck, still not fully awake, he passed out again.

The morning sunlight was again slightly glaring, Shen Mochen felt groggy and sensed someone next to him. He lifted his hand, feeling something plump and soft, his fingers nearly sinking into it.

Xia Qingrou, maybe... Shen Mochen thought hazily, reaching out as usual to bury his face in the other's embrace. But moments later, he suddenly realized something was off.

The scent at the tip of his nose was clearly not the usual sweet citrus, but a sweet fragrance of osmanthus. And the size was wrong too; his face felt that this was clearly a bit larger than usual.

Most importantly, how could Xia Qingrou possibly have climbed into his bed at this time?

Shen Mochen suddenly opened his eyes and pushed away from this dangerous comfort, looking up to see Xiao Xingshuang staring blankly at him.

"Awake?" Xiao Xingshuang said.