C5 Chapter 5

Yan Moxiao often thought of the former Yan Zhixiao. These memories seemed inexplicable to him, even superfluous, but they became uncontrollable. He knew he was being ridiculous, as if he had lost something before he knew it was good, but he admitted that when Yan Zhixiao was around in the past, he didn't pay much attention to this man.

Yan Zhixiao's intention was enough to determine his attitude.

In the quiet cafés, the morning aroma of coffee was always appetizing, even more refreshing than the coffee itself.

"Sir, here's your coffee."

At the window seat, the pretty waitress gently placed the coffee cup on the table.

Yan Moxiao was resting with one hand on his forehead. After hearing the sound, he opened his eyes and slowly lowered his hand.

"Please enjoy."

Yan Moxiao nodded slightly and picked up a porcelain cup. He didn't like black coffee with any ingredients, but he could only accept this taste. He wasn't in the best of spirits or in a good mood today. Coffee would at least keep him from feeling sleepy.

Yan Moxiao lowered his head and took a sip, then he looked out of the window. The weather was good. It was not yet 9 am, and it was time for work. Thinking of work, the person in his mind -- today, should he also do "hard labor".

Yan Moxiao frowned. Just as he was about to look back, he suddenly found a car parked in front of the café.

A man got out of the car. He seemed to be quite young, but his whole body was emitting an unfathomable aura and he had a mature elegance. Although he looked a little lazy at the moment, as if he didn't wake up, his slender eyes blinked and he turned his head slightly to meet Yan Moxiao's gaze.

Yan Moxiao knew him.

Mo Donglin.

Not exactly, but at least. They had even met a few years ago.

One night, at a private party of a certain rich person, Yan Moxiao was sitting in a corner, bored as he was drinking wine. Mo Donglin had arrived late, but he was still welcomed by the host. However, no matter how much courtesy the other party gave him, Mo Donglin did not show any expression of pleasant surprise. The faint smile on the corner of his mouth was indiscernible, and in the end, it did not even last for ten minutes. But a glass of wine.

The two of them didn't interact much that day, of course, they didn't talk much. It was just that when Mo Donglin was leaving, he passed by Yan Moxiao and exchanged a glance before leaving.

Yan Moxiao couldn't imagine what would have happened if he had talked to Mo Donglin that day, even for a minute.

He knew the relationship between Mo Donglin and Yan Zhixiao. Although he did not know much, like confidential information, only a little of it could flow out, but with that little bit, he could already guess the gist of it. Yan Moxiao suspected that Mo Donglin had something to do with Yan Zhixiao's disappearance more than once, but he couldn't find any evidence, so Mo Donglin didn't leave any traces behind.

Furthermore, Yan Moxiao didn't do it to that extent. Finding Yan Zhixiao was his last chance. He wouldn't use it unless he had no other choice.

It was laughable to say that they seemed like invisible 'opponents', yet they had not even spoken a word to each other.

Not long after, Mo Donglin entered the coffee shop and walked towards Yan Moxiao.

Yan Moxiao was a bit surprised, but he didn't show it on the surface. He watched as the man slowly walked in front of him.

"What a coincidence." Mo Donglin said, his voice was low and had a hint of sexy hoarseness to it.

They were obviously not familiar with each other, but the first time they met, they were already in the limelight, but no one felt uncomfortable about it.

"Yeah." Lifting the corner of his mouth, Yan Moxiao made a inviting gesture with his hand, "Sit."

Mo Donglin turned around and whispered to the man who had followed him. The latter nodded and left, then he turned around and sat opposite Yan Moxiao.

"Mr. Yan often comes here?"

"No, I just happened to pass by today, so I came in to take a seat."

"I see..." Mo Donglin frowned, he rubbed his forehead, "I eat breakfast here every day, but today is the first time I've met you." The man's eyes already had faint wrinkles. It wasn't obvious if he didn't look carefully, but when he did, he felt that he had gained a mature and sexy look.

Yan Moxiao smiled without saying a word. The man in front of her gave off a very attractive feeling as well as his appearance. But for Yan Moxiao, he didn't like it. Wu gave him a "similar" feeling, and they were the same kind of people he hated the most.

As there was no order, the waiter brought Mo Donglin's cinnamon coffee. Yan Moxiao looked down at the coffee in front of the man. There was cinnamon powder sprinkled on the cream and a cinnamon stick stuck on the side, which emitted a faint sweet smell. It was hard to imagine that a man like Mo Donglin liked this kind of dessert.

In fact, Mo Donglin did like it a lot.

"I come every day. They already know what I like to eat." As if explaining why he didn't order any dishes, Mo Donglin drank a mouthful of coffee and then licked the cream on his lips.

Yan Moxiao blinked, but he still didn't comment.

Mo Donglin laughed, "Mr. Yan, don't be nervous."

"Where did this come from?" Yan Moxiao smiled and took a sip of his black coffee. I don't know if it was because of Mo Donglin's "Cream Coffee", but it always felt more bitter than before.

Mo Donglin only smiled. Not long after he sat down, Yan Moxiao caught a whiff of the faint fragrance coming from his body. It was not obvious, so he didn't notice it at first.

That smell, he had smelled it on Yan Zhixiao for a while.

Yan Moxiao frowned slightly as he looked at Mo Donglin thoughtfully.

Noticing his gaze, Mo Donglin did not say anything. The corner of his mouth twitched, but a hint of ridicule flashed across his face in the blink of an eye.

"Speaking of which, is this the first time we're sitting together like this? Don't you want to talk about something?" Mo Donglin asked.

Yan Moxiao put his hand on the table and knocked on the cup a few times. "Sure." Let's talk about Yan Zhixiao. "

Mo Donglin stopped messing with the cream on the coffee. He looked up at Ye Zichen with no surprise, it was just a bit playful and a bit confused.

"Yan Zhixiao?"

Yan Moxiao nodded.

"I know the relationship between Mr. Mo and him from the past," he specifically explained, "But those are already the past. The rest of his time is mine."

Yan Moxiao had never thought of these words before. It was only because he saw Mo Donglin today that he wanted to say them.

Mo Donglin raised his eyebrows and looked at him silently for a moment. Finally, he laughed as if he heard a joke. Mo Donglin's caring attitude towards the younger generation had disappeared, and there was a usual arrogance and indifference on his face.

Yan Moxiao did not care and continued: "I found him, and I hope that Mr. Mo will not disturb him in the future. That way, you and his life can be restored to peace. "

Mo Donglin's expression gradually turned strange as he stared at Yan Moxiao as if he was staring at a fool.

"It sounds like a pretty good confession, but no matter how many 'flaws' your words have, I just don't know what's the point of saying them now …"

Yan Moxiao frowned, "What do you mean?"

He lowered his head and sighed softly, as if he lost interest. Mo Donglin threw away the cinnamon stick in his hand and looked up at Yan Moxiao.

"Like I said, what you said no longer makes sense. "Because, Yan Zhixiao is already dead."