I Ran Away with the Scumbag's White Moonlight Chapter 58

The young mixed-race guy on the sofa was momentarily stunned and then honestly said, "My name is Chu Wanhong."

"Wanhong, like a pool of autumn water."

...Chu Wanhong?

Shi Jingxian paused.

Aten's Chinese name is directly translated as Aiton, but his stage name uses a more common homophone, Ai Lun. The name Chu Wanhong was completely unfamiliar to both Shi Jingxian and Gu Yemei.

Having gone through the entire storyline, Shi Jingxian had never heard of Aten having an alias, and his father didn't have the surname Chu either.

However, just a name wasn't enough to make him let down his guard. The more crucial point was what Shi Jingxian discovered upon getting closer.

Although Gu Yemei had a slight face blindness, Shi Jingxian clearly remembered that Aten had black hair and black eyes.

In front of him, Chu Wanhong had a pair of rare green eyes.

On this mission planet, there was a very expensive top-grade jade called Imperial Green. The color of Imperial Green was rich and dazzling, considered an extremely rare luxury.

At this moment, the warm light automatically adjusted to night mode, enveloping Chu Wanhong's beautiful eyes, where the light flowed, as dazzling as the jade.

Shi Jingxian thought, given the obvious difference in eye color, it seemed unlikely they were the same person.

Besides, no matter how you looked at it, Aten was the son of a big family, how could he not afford a down jacket?

He didn't say anything more, just restrained his imposing aura and lowered his head to help treat the arm injury.

The bleeding from the wound had only just barely stopped not long ago. After cleaning the bloodstains with antiseptic solution, Shi Jingxian found tiny wood chips near the wound but no rust.

This was a small blessing in disguise, and the wound itself wasn't deep, making it relatively easy to handle, and it didn't require stitches for the time being.

Handling such a wound was a piece of cake for Gu Yemei, who was used to holding a scalpel, and the injured person in front of him was very cooperative.

The wound was long, with blood exposed, and when the antiseptic solution was applied, the intense pain was hard for most people to bear. Chu Wanhong's arm muscles tensed, showing clear contours, but he didn't make a sound. When Shi Jingxian told him not to clench his fist to avoid stimulating the blood vessels, Chu Wanhong obediently relaxed his hand.

Shi Jingxian couldn't help but think of a large, obedient dog that would follow commands, so well-behaved and obedient that it made you want to praise him.

With Chu Wanhong's cooperation, the wound was bandaged more smoothly, and in less than ten minutes, the previously somewhat ferocious wound was tightly wrapped in white bandages.

However, because the wound was too long, Chu Wanhong's shirt was also torn. From the elbow to the cuff, it was soaked in blood, making it troublesome to clean the bloodstains, let alone repair it.

Moreover, in this weather, he shouldn't have been wearing just a single layer. Looking at the blood-soaked cuff, Shi Jingxian finally put down the bandage in his hand and went to Gu Yemei's wardrobe.

Chu Wanhong was very tall. Gu Yemei was already over 1.8 meters tall, and when Chu Wanhong followed him in just now, he was still noticeably almost half a head taller.

Even conservatively estimated, Chu Wanhong was at least 1.9 meters tall.

Gu Yemei's wardrobe was large, but it was a place specially designed and managed by Gu's aunt, so naturally, there were no ill-fitting clothes. Shi Jingxian searched around and finally found the loosest turtleneck sweater.

The sweater's tag hadn't been removed yet, and Shi Jingxian casually tossed aside the tag with countless zeros, handing the sweater to Chu Wanhong on the sofa.

"It's new, wear this for now."

The process of finding clothes was a bit of a hassle. After handing the sweater to the other person, Shi Jingxian raised his hand to tidy the loose black hair behind his ear, taking off the slightly loose hair tie and retying the slightly long hair.

Gu Yemei's hair had grown a bit long, and he hadn't found time to cut it. When he was at work, he found it troublesome, so he just used a hair tie to casually tie up the ends.

After tying it up, he looked up and found Chu Wanhong, holding the sweater, watching him.

"What's up?" Shi Jingxian asked.

Chu Wanhong blinked.

After putting on his glasses, Shi Jingxian's vision became much clearer. He noticed that Chu Wanhong's eyelashes were long and curly, making those jade-like green eyes look even more innocent and gentle.

"Sorry," Chu Wanhong tugged at the rolled-up sleeve at his elbow, apologizing, "The shirt is hard to take off."

He was wearing a pullover, and with one arm injured, it was difficult to take off the shirt by himself.

Apart from family and patients, Gu Yemei usually didn't have much patience for others. But this person was injured because of him, and Chu Wanhong had been very polite all along. Shi Jingxian had also just mistaken him for Aten, so he looked at him and finally decided to help solve this problem.

He found a pair of scissors and directly cut open Chu Wanhong's shirt.

Chu Wanhong's shirt was thin, and the scissors cut along the shoulder line, quickly revealing his beautifully proportioned upper body. The even muscles adhered to the slender frame, and the smooth skin had a youthful glow, like a perfect sculpture slowly unveiled before him.

Whether viewed from afar or up close, this physique was incredibly attractive, making it hard to look away.

Once the dark gray turtleneck sweater was on, the ill-fitting size quickly became apparent—this was already the loosest style Gu Yemei had, but on Chu Wanhong, it looked like a size too small, fitting snugly and outlining his chest muscles and broad shoulders with a narrow waist.

In this way, although the skin was covered, Chu Wanhong's perfect physique was still fully visible, and the snug turtleneck added a touch of intrigue, making one want to explore further.

With Chu Wanhong's face and physique, just changing a shirt was enough to be a visual feast.

Unfortunately, the only audience present, although assisting throughout, had their mind completely elsewhere.

Instead, he focused more on the cut shirt—cutting the shirt like this reminded Shi Jingxian of Gu Yemei's pre-surgery preparations on the operating table.

So, with his mind full of surgical scissors and operating lights, Shi Jingxian perfectly overlooked the beauty before him.

After helping him change his shirt and checking the bandage to ensure it was secure, Shi Jingxian closed the medical kit and got up to put it back in its place.

"Thanks for your help tonight, Mr. Chu. Where do you live? I'll call a car to take you back."

As he said this, Shi Jingxian was facing away from the sofa while putting away the medical kit, missing the gaze directed at him from behind.

Stripped of the perfect, unbreakable facade of restraint and innocence, those green eyes locked onto Shi Jingxian were as deep as a pool of emerald water.

Not hearing a response, Shi Jingxian turned his head after putting away the medical kit, only to see Chu Wanhong on the sofa looking down at the bandage on his arm.

He turned back, wrapped the prepared gauze bandage and antiseptic powder in a bag, and then walked back, handing the bag to the person on the sofa.

"Don't let the wound get wet, change the dressing every two days."

Chu Wanhong reached out to take it, looking up at him.

"Thank you."

Besides the eye color, Chu Wanhong's hair was different from Aten's black hair; it was a fluffy light brown. Sitting on the sofa, from the angle of the person standing in front of him, Chu Wanhong's hair looked soft and touchable.

Shi Jingxian, however, was not tempted by the fluffy texture and asked again without hesitation.

"Where do you live? Or should I contact your agent or assistant?"

He didn't seem at all swayed by the tempting texture.

Chu Wanhong smiled, a shallow dimple appearing at the corner of his mouth, looking sweet.

"No need, I'm just a newly entered model, and I don't have a dedicated agent yet."

An assistant was even more out of the question.

Shi Jingxian raised an eyebrow internally.

With Chu Wanhong's face, it was hard to believe he didn't have an agent; having ten assistants following him wouldn't be surprising.

But given how young he was, it was normal not to have connections. Shi Jingxian didn't think much of it, and Chu Wanhong gave an address, which wasn't far from here, just a twenty-minute drive.

Gu Yemei's car was out for a wash and hadn't been brought back yet, so Shi Jingxian planned to send him to the gate and have the community security help call a taxi to take him back.

The two put on their coats and headed out, but unfortunately, as Shi Jingxian pulled open the living room door, he saw the heavy rain outside through the transparent glass of the foyer.

The villa had good soundproofing and the curtains were drawn, so Shi Jingxian hadn't noticed that it had started pouring outside.

The winter weather was already cold, and leaving the living room with underfloor heating to the enclosed foyer was a bit unbearable, let alone the windy and rainy outdoors.

The howling wind battered the doors and windows, pouring water down the transparent glass. The streetlights not far outside were obscured by the rain curtain, and the road from the villa to the community gate became unusually long.

Seeing this, Shi Jingxian couldn't help but stop.

He took out his phone and opened the ride-hailing app. In such bad weather, there were very few taxis still operating nearby. The screen displayed a glaring "Please wait," and it took a long time without refreshing any available cars in the area.

Going out like this, even asking the security to call a car wouldn't help.

Shi Jingxian frowned.

Although the villa had plenty of rooms, Gu Yemei valued his private space very much. He had a slight cleanliness obsession, and even someone like Cha Nan, whom he'd known for so long, hadn't truly been accepted into Gu Yemei's personal space.

But this sudden downpour made it inconvenient for Chu Wanhong to leave.

As Shi Jingxian was contemplating his decision, he heard Chu Wanhong speak from behind, "Is it hard to get a car? It's okay, I can run back."

Raising his hand to refuse the offer of an umbrella, Shi Jingxian didn't agree, "Your wound can't get wet."

Chu Wanhong thought for a moment, "Then... can I wrap it in a bag?"

He didn't actively ask to stay, which slightly eased Shi Jingxian's resistance to him occupying Gu Yemei's private space.

The bag idea wasn't reliable either; the rain was so heavy, the wound couldn't be protected, and Chu Wanhong wouldn't be able to see the road.

Shi Jingxian looked out the window, the rain outside showed no sign of stopping, and it was getting heavier.

He was hesitating when a gust of wind blew through the door and window gaps, and Chu Wanhong, wearing only a down jacket and single pants, couldn't help but sneeze.

Shi Jingxian: "..."

The wind and rain outside grew fiercer.

Rubbing his high nose, Chu Wanhong was about to speak when he heard a calm voice.

The voice was as cool as ever, but in this windy, rainy, cold night, it was like the last warm harbor with a dim light.

"Stay the night."