The Almighty Mystic Just Wants A Quiet Life - Chapter 14

Chapter 14

He’s looking this way!

Bai Yanggui froze as their eyes met. He was so embarrassed he wanted to reach up and scratch his head—no, hold it! If he messed up his hair now, he’d look like a disaster.

Few people knew that the “noble and cold” sole heir to the Bai family had hair that frizzed at the slightest touch. Every morning, his stylist had to use ungodly amounts of product to blow-dry and iron it into place. If he took one swipe at it now, his image was toast!

Two thoughts looped in Bai Yanggui’s head: Should I go for the direct ‘Alpha’ approach, or just ask for his WeChat first?

What if he thinks I’m just a broke stalker and rejects me? He’d read stories online about guys chasing “goddesses” for years, only to finally get a WeChat and have her first message be: “Full service 500, overnight 800.”

Calm down, Bai Yanggui! You can do this! You look like a rich second-gen, and he was just Jiang Lian’s canary. Now that he’s ended up as a ‘Money Boy’ in a bar, he must be desperate for cash. He won’t turn you down!

Bo Nan watched Bai Yanggui with an amused glint. While to Bai Yanggui this was their second meeting, to Bo Nan, they had known each other for lifetimes.

The current Bai Yanggui was clearly not the mature, seasoned fox of twenty years later. He had some poise, but not enough to hide his nerves.

He’s nervous. Why? What’s there to be nervous about?

Bo Nan smiled slightly and flicked his cigarette. Sparks cascaded from his fingertips, dying out mid-air—a striking sight in the dark alley.

Bai Yanggui’s eyes followed the sparks instinctively before being pulled back by Bo Nan’s voice: “Got a light? Mind sharing?”

Bai Yanggui blinked, then breathed a sigh of relief. He’s so forward!

A mature person should ignore the fact that the cigarette in the other person’s hand was already lit and just roll with the conversation! WeChat first; and if they could settle the “price” in one go, even better!

He had nothing if not money!

If Jiang Lian could keep a canary, why couldn’t he?! Analyzing the “market economy,” wasn’t he richer, younger, and in better shape than Jiang Lian?

Taking this man out would be a massive flex!

Bai Yanggui swallowed hard, maintaining his best “composed heir” facade. He flashed a reserved, gentle smile. “Sure. I don’t have a lighter on me, but I know a shop nearby that sells them. Want to go buy one together?”

The moment the words left his mouth, he wanted to die. Help, why did I say something so illogical!

“Forget it.” Bo Nan let out a soft chuckle. He stepped closer, pulled a cigarette from his pack, and offered it to Bai Yanggui.

Bai Yanggui didn’t actually smoke, but as if possessed, he reached out, took one, and placed it between his lips. He looked at Bo Nan helplessly. Should I ask for a light now? But wouldn’t that expose the fact that he was already smoking?

Before he could decide, Bo Nan leaned in. The lit cigarette between his lips tilted until its glowing tip touched Bai Yanggui’s.

Bo Nan’s eyelids drooped slightly. The dim streetlight cast long shadows under his lashes, sketching an intoxicating allure on his face. His breath fanned across Bai Yanggui’s skin. Tobacco and alcohol—usually a foul combination—blended on him into a dangerously sophisticated scent.

As the embers caught, Bai Yanggui felt no heat from the tip, yet he felt as if the gates of midsummer had swung open. A heatwave rushed over him.

In his twenty-five years of life, Bai Yanggui finally understood what it felt like to have a truly “useless” face-flushing blush.

He didn’t know how to describe Bo Nan, but one phrase summed up his current state: All love at first sight is just a fancy name for being horny for someone’s looks.

Honestly, he used to think people who threw away their lives, money, and family reputation for a “kept lover” were idiots. But right now, if this man just nodded, Bai Yanggui was ready to sprint home and tell his dad he was gay and wanted to get married.

It was like he’d been hexed.

Bo Nan pulled back with a smirk. Bai Yanggui instinctively took a drag—and immediately began coughing violently. He tried to stay dignified, covering his mouth as his eyes watered, but the cigarette fell to the ground.

Bo Nan’s eyes flickered with amusement as he reached out to steady him. “You don’t smoke?”

Cough… No,” Bai Yanggui whispered, looking thoroughly annoyed with himself.

Bo Nan’s fingers brushed the skin just below Bai Yanggui’s ear. It was burning hot, the redness spreading all the way down his collar. Bo Nan retracted his hand quickly, stopping what felt like borderline harassment, and said playfully, “Then why did you take my cigarette?”

Bai Yanggui was silent for a moment, then whispered, “Can I get your… WeChat?”

“Hm?” Bo Nan pulled out his phone. “Sure.”

Wasn’t this why he had approached Bai Yanggui? But the reaction was… interesting. He actually has a side like this?

A streak of mischief hit Bo Nan. He decided to poke the bear. “Quick service is 5,000. Full set 10,000. Overnight 20,000. Which ‘package’ does the boss want?”

Bai Yanggui froze. He’d had some delusions of romance, and the guy just quoted him a price list like a pro. Help! How am I going to convince my family to let me marry an MB!

Well?” Bo Nan moved closer, pinning him against the wall.

He knew that look in Bai Yanggui’s eyes too well. His face had helped him during his years of fleeing; kind ladies would let him through their back doors, and people would offer him shelter just to look at him. But usually, their intentions were clear: they wanted him in bed.

Was Bai Yanggui just after his face, too?

Bo Nan tilted his head, his nose lazily brushing against Bai Yanggui’s. He looked into the other man’s eyes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. At the moment of contact, Bo Nan felt a slight jolt in his chest—a strange, unfamiliar sensation.

He paused, then whispered, “So, Boss? Have you considered?”

The blood rushed to Bai Yanggui’s face. He knew he must look ridiculous.

But! His upbringing taught him that opportunity waits for no man. You have to grab your blessings!

Bai Yanggui blurted out: “One million a month. A credit card with a 100,000 limit. Unlimited gifts. I’ll provide the house and car. How about I keep you? If you agree, I’ll have someone draft a contract right now. During the contract, you can’t be with anyone else. Let’s start with… three years? I have the right of first refusal for renewal. For every year completed, I’ll give you a 200-square-meter apartment in the city center and a car worth up to two million. You pick.”

Bo Nan:

If he could go back to his past life, he would tell the old Bai Yanggui to his face that his younger self was… incredibly cute.

Bo Nan brushed a stray lock of hair behind Bai Yanggui’s ear. “Who signs a ‘keeping’ contract for three years to start?”

Bai Yanggui was desperate: “If that’s not enough, I can add more.”

Bo Nan savored the lingering taste of the kiss. “…Bai Yanggui, how are you this interesting?”

The Qian Family

Qian Cheng had been brought home from the hospital. He was conscious but kept his eyes closed, a thick bandage wrapped around his head. It was only when he was brought before his grandfather, Qian He—the current patriarch of the Qian family—that he opened them.

.Grandfather, it was Bo Nan!” Deep malice flickered in Qian Cheng’s eyes. “Keep him for me. I want to take my revenge personally!”

Qian He leaned on his cane and walked to his side, touching the bandage. His expression was calm. “The Bo family’s brat won’t be arrogant for much longer… but you, you’re useless. Getting beaten like this just for a night of drinking? I told you to stay quiet. If this gets out, how is your cousin supposed to handle it?”

“Grandfather! Bo Nan started it! He—”

“Enough!” Qian He interrupted, looking displeased. “Recover quietly. Do not touch the Bo family. I will settle this debt for you. This is a society ruled by law; where did you learn this ‘killing and arson’ talk? Restrain yourself!”

Reluctantly, Qian Cheng yielded. “…Yes.”

Satisfied, Qian He ordered the servants to care for him and turned to leave, leaning on his cane.

Qian Cheng watched his back with hatred, wishing the old man would just die already. Once he was gone, his father would be in charge, and his father wouldn’t make him “restrain” himself for everything!

Suddenly, Qian He’s cane slipped on the polished floor.

Crack! The solid wood cane snapped cleanly. As the old man fell, there was a sickening sound of wood piercing flesh. The jagged, sharp end of the broken cane impaled Qian He through his back.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The servants screamed. After a moment of shock, Qian Cheng lunged off the bed—was God listening? Had his prayers been answered?! The old man was actually dying?!

The wood had gone straight through the heart area. An eighty-year-old man wouldn’t survive a wound like that!

“Grandfather—!” Qian Cheng’s cry was cut short. As he lunged forward, his foot caught on something—perhaps a sheet, perhaps the blood. He slipped.

A sharp pain exploded in his chest. He looked down in disbelief.

The broken end of the cane, which had already passed through his grandfather, had skewered him too.

Pierced through the heart.

A dry, rattling sound came from his throat. He tried to pull himself off the wood, but his hand fell limp before he could touch it.

The world went black.

Qian Cheng and Qian He were dead on the spot.