Huo Qi raised an eyebrow, looking at the slightly disheveled Ao Chen. When had he ever seen such a state in Ao Chen? "What exactly are you trying to do? Play the door god?"
Ao Chen’s answer was not on point. "Why do you think that we have no need for any interaction? Do you know why I’m here?"
Huo Qi shook his head, "Not interested in knowing, but I can guess. Even so, what can that prove?"
Ao Chen hesitated before finally leaning back against the wall. He stared at Huo Qi unblinkingly, causing Huo Qi to feel a bit numb. Just as he was about to tell him to get lost, Ao Chen spoke first.
"Huo Qi, about what you said earlier, about reconciling, will you consider it?"
Huo Qi had imagined thousands of scenarios where Ao Chen would beg him, but he never thought Ao Chen would look so high and mighty, as if he was out of reach. Huo Qi laughed in anger. "Ao Chen, do you really think that just by lightly suggesting we reconcile, I’ll shamelessly act as if nothing happened before and fawn over you, for you to trample?"
"Do you think I, Huo Qi, am that cheap?"
Ao Chen’s complexion turned ashen. "You know that’s not what I meant. Our issues are clear. I’m here to solve them, not to do what you’re saying."
Huo Qi sneered, "Sorry, I’ve rolled too far away, can’t and don’t want to return."
The hand that Ao Chen was using to hold his cigarette trembled slightly, with an indistinct emotion swirling in the depths of his eyes. He had never been on the losing end in his emotions, nor had he ever tried to win anyone back.
So, faced with someone as assertive as Huo Qi, he didn’t know how to handle the feelings between them. Did Huo Qi still like him? He didn’t even dare to ask such questions.
He only thought that the best solution was for the two of them to reconcile. Could those past issues just be treated as if they had never happened?
Obviously, they couldn’t.
Huo Qi saw the desolation on Ao Chen’s face, which was somewhat shocking. He didn’t intend to embarrass Ao Chen, but Ao Chen managed to embarrass himself.
Huo Qi passed by him. "Between us, let’s just leave it as it was before. There’s no need to reconcile, and besides, do you know if I found someone else to date after breaking up with you? Have I been waiting for you?"
Ao Chen was unsteady, reaching out to grab Huo Qi’s wrist tightly, causing a faint pain. "What are you doing?"
Ao Chen, "What did you say? Who are you dating?"
Huo Qi stared at him, with a mocking smile. "Would the scandals surrounding you, great musician Ao Chen, be fewer than mine? Asking such questions is really pointless."
Ao Chen didn’t know why he was so angry; he was just exceptionally upset, upset to the point of being unable to vent, itching to strangle the person who was dating the man before him. Who? Who dared to touch his, Ao Chen’s, person?
Huo Qi squeezed Ao Chen’s wrist, pushing his hand away dispassionately as he walked forward. Ao Chen didn’t follow him this time; instead, he turned and left.
Having gone upstairs, Huo Qi saw that no one followed him and slightly curled his lips with a hint of a smile, unconcerned about what Ao Chen was up to—he didn’t have to think twice to know what Ao Chen was doing.
He was out playing the cuckold.
Davis was driven crazy receiving a call from Ao Chen in the dead of night.
Upon hearing what Ao Chen was asking, he grew even more irritated. "Ao Chen, the great musician, can’t you use your brain, or at least think with your ass? This circle is so small. Don’t you know whether Huo Qi has dated or not over all these years?
You’re the one who follows his news the closest, even after breaking up. How come your IQ dropped to this level after the breakup? If Huo Qi said he could have children, would you believe that too?"
Ao Chen, furious and rushed, was scolded by Davis until he was scattered in all directions. "You, you mean, he’s lying to me?"
Davis was exasperated. "You’re so easily deceived. Whatever you’re told, you believe. This is definitely going to be a stain in your life, I’m telling you."
Ao Chen didn’t continue to listen to his nonsense, hanging up the phone directly. Davis, staring at the hung-up call, just wanted to swear at someone.
Ao Chen couldn’t grasp Huo Qi’s intentions, nor did he want to imply anything through this matter, but whatever it was, he didn’t want to overinterpret it.
After sitting quietly in the hotel for a long time, Ao Chen came to understand some things. Perhaps Huo Qi still liked him, but he was not indispensable to him.
Huo Qi had harbored resentment about their breakup years ago and had never untied the knot in his heart, so facing Ao Chen, he had no good expressions to offer. Huo Qi truly had no intention of collaborating with him again.
He truly did not want any connection with him.
Every word that Huo Qi had said to him was true; in the future, he might never again have the chance to stand shoulder to shoulder with Huo Qi.
Thinking this, Ao Chen felt uncomfortable all over.
Why should he follow the script set by Huo Qi? Didn’t he, Ao Chen, have his own script?