Chapter 51 – Exclusive Sweet Romance: The Battle to Save the Campus Heartthrob (13)
The door trembled under the force of the kicks, barely holding up. Inside the room, Huo Wen and Mo Qun’s hearts pounded with fear.
Why was he suddenly coming after them? Shouldn’t he be occupied with Bai Mo by now?
Meanwhile, in front of the surveillance camera, the young man tossed the tiny recording device into the air, catching it with ease.
His expression was calm and unbothered as he casually chatted with Xiao Bobao. “That’s it? Child’s play.” Ah, the loneliness of an invincible life—truly as desolate as snow.
Xiao Bobao, having both gained energy and punished yet another nasty villain, beamed with joy. “I knew it! Mo Mo is the best! You’re the most capable host I’ve ever had!” Hearing the system’s praise, Bai Mo felt like wagging his tail in pride—oh, right. He didn’t have a tail anymore.
At the front desk, the motel owner was sticking to his word—turning a blind eye and minding his own business as he scrolled through his phone.
The young master had already explained that he was helping his friend catch a cheater. Any damages to the motel would be compensated, and he had even paid a 5,000 deposit upfront.
How generous! Now, the boss was happily refreshing his balance page over and over again.
The increasing numbers looked so beautiful…
Although—the noises coming from inside were a bit much. Ah, the passion of youth. Then again, being cheated on would make even a mature adult furious.
“What do we do? He’s about to break in!” Huo Wen was on the verge of a meltdown. She deeply regretted choosing a muscular powerhouse to deal with Bai Mo. These old motel doors could barely hold up, and if that guy barged in, she’d be dead meat.
Mo Qun, slightly more composed, forced himself to stay calm. “Don’t panic. Call the front desk and get the boss to handle it. He’s breaking into a private room—that’s illegal. We can report him to the police.”
“The police?!” Huo Wen shrieked, her face turning pale. Having already been to the police station once, she was terrified of that idea. “No! Absolutely not!”
RING RING RING—The front desk phone blared loudly.
The motel owner, still staring at his balance, let out a lazy sigh and got up—only to head toward the bathroom instead. Ah, with nothing much to do all day, drinking too much water was the only entertainment. And now—he needed a bathroom break.
“Mo Mo, what’s our next move?” Xiao Bobao was curious about Bai Mo’s plan. “Huo Wen’s people are almost here. If we run now, we’ll bump right into them.”
“Who said anything about running?” Bai Mo smiled innocently, picked up his water bucket, and walked outside.
Seeing the furious, helpless muscular man still raging at the door, Bai Mo kindly asked, “Sir, that room is already occupied. Do you need something from the guests inside?”
Adding fuel to the fire, huh? Xiao Bobao gleefully pulled out a fresh batch of sunflower seeds, happily munching away as it watched the show unfold.
“They? Two people?” The muscular man was stunned.
So, it was a group scheme? He had been alone in his room, twisting and turning, rehearsing different scenarios, making a complete fool of himself—all of it caught on camera. Just imagining the two people inside that room laughing at him through the screen made his anger flare even hotter.
“Yeah, two people. A man and a woman.”
A honey trap!
The term suddenly popped into the muscular man’s mind.
“Sir, please don’t damage the property. If you have something to say, let’s talk it out calmly. Your room has already been cleaned. I hope you have a pleasant stay.” The young man smiled slightly. As he turned, the keyring hanging from his waist jingled softly.
“Why do you have the motel’s room keys?” The muscular man locked his gaze onto the full set of keys.
The young man tilted his head slightly, shaking the keyring in front of the man with a hint of confusion. “Oh, this? I clean the rooms. The boss gave them to me.” How else was he supposed to open empty rooms for cleaning?
It was a flawless explanation—reasonable, logical, and completely believable.
Even though the muscular man had been set up by Huo Wen, he couldn’t find any flaws in Bai Mo’s words. Frustrated, he snatched the keyring and quickly found the one with the corresponding room number. “I’ll just borrow this for a bit. I’ll return it later.”
Jingling— The crisp sound of keys clashing filled the air. Bai Mo instinctively reached for them, eager to get them back, but he was no match for the man’s height. Even on tiptoe, he couldn’t reach. “Hey! Sir, please return the keys to me…”
The muscular man was too focused on catching Huo Wen to care. The boy was getting annoying, constantly getting in his way. Losing patience, he shoved Bai Mo aside. Off balance, Bai Mo stumbled backward, kicking over the water bucket in the process. He fell to the ground, soaking his clothes in the dirty water.
“You… You’re bullying me! Boss—” Bai Mo covered his face and ran off, as if heading to the front desk for help.
“Hey, you—” The muscular man reached out, but he failed to grab hold of Bai Mo, watching helplessly as the young man disappeared down the hallway.
In reality, the “crying” youth turned a corner, stopped in a deserted corridor, and calmly lowered his hands—without a single tear in his eyes.
“Hahahaha! Mo Mo, you’re incredible! Your acting is top-notch!” Xiao Bobao gave a thumbs-up, thoroughly impressed. As expected of the smartest ferret in the entire ferret clan.
Bai Mo grinned smugly and bent down to pat his soaked pants. His expression quickly turned into a frown. “Xiao Bobao, do you have any clean clothes I can change into?” He hated feeling dirty.
“Of course, I do! Wait a moment, I’ll get them for you.” In Bai Mo’s previous life, the male lead had bought him plenty of clothes—some with special meanings, others given during holidays—all of which had been stored in the system’s inventory.
As Xiao Bobao rummaged through the collection for something simple and inconspicuous, dust drifted down from the old building’s ceiling due to all the commotion. The fine particles settled lightly on Bai Mo’s nose.
“Achoo! Achoo…”
The young man sneezed several times, and his face began to itch. Instinctively, he reached up to touch it.
“Ahhh—!”
“What? What happened?!” Bai Mo’s sudden scream startled Xiao Bobao, who quickly peeked out. She saw the boy frantically rubbing his face with his clean sleeve.
“My face is dirty! My face is dirty!” Bai Mo, a cleanliness fanatic, couldn’t bear the thought that he had touched his face with hands that had come into contact with dirty water.
His delicate skin was rubbed raw from his panicked scrubbing, and his aggrieved, stomping figure caught the eye of Jian Haocang, who had arrived ahead of Ran Yunyun and the others.
“Mo Mo!” Jian Haocang rushed forward and pulled Bai Mo into his arms, stopping him from “hurting” himself.
“D-Dirty…” Bai Mo tried to push Jian Haocang away. Being this close, his wet and dirty pants would stain the other’s clothes.
Jian Haocang ignored him, his heart aching. Yet, he gently reassured Bai Mo, “It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re not dirty. Mo Mo is very clean, very clean…”
When he first received the message that Bai Mo was supposedly cheating on him, he hadn’t believed it. But he was also afraid Bai Mo had been framed, so he rushed over—only to find he was still too late. Mo Mo had been bullied.
“You’re not dirty. Mo Mo is perfect…” From Bai Mo’s angle, he couldn’t see the terrifying darkness in Jian Haocang’s eyes. But Xiao Bobao did, and the sight made her break into a cold sweat. She had wanted to warn Bai Mo, but in that chilling moment, she dared not make a sound.
Bai Mo struggled but couldn’t break free from the man’s strong embrace. Resigned, he spoke up, “I’m dirty. Don’t get too close, or my clothes will stain yours~”
“Mo Mo.” Jian Haocang finally loosened his grip, creating a small gap between them. His voice was soft, almost choked with emotion, but the gloom in his eyes concealed any warmth. He looked the same as usual—yet somehow different.
The unsettling gaze made Bai Mo’s heart inexplicably tighten with unease.
Noticing Jian Haocang’s unusual behavior, Bai Mo didn’t dare to move, afraid that any sudden action might set him off.
Xiao Bobao also sensed that something was off with the male lead and held her breath along with Bai Mo. They watched as Jian Haocang took out a wet wipe and gently cleaned the dirt from Bai Mo’s face, his voice still as soft as ever. “See? Now it’s clean. Mo Mo is very clean. Very, very clean…”
He was obsessively fixated on the word “clean,” and the intensity on his face made Bai Mo’s heart race with unease.
“Xiao Bobao, quick, check my dear hubby’s condition. Did he fry his brain from overworking on designs?” Bai Mo used his spiritual sense to communicate with the system. His slight daze made Jian Hao Cang mistakenly believe that Bai Mo had been mentally shaken by the bullying.
“O-Okay…” Xiao Bobao stammered, clearly unsettled. She had never seen the male lead like this—he looked as if he was ready to devour someone.
The bright, sunny campus, where Mo Mo was always laughing and playful. The rundown motel, where Mo Mo was now battered and disheveled. The two contrasting images overlapped in Jian Haocang’s mind, merging into one—the fragile Bai Mo, muttering about being dirty.
Jian Haocang’s lips curled into a polite, standard smile, but the depths of his eyes resembled a dark, bottomless sea, where soulless creatures drifted aimlessly. Bai Mo felt a strange familiarity yet also a deep fear.
His small hand trembled as he reached out to touch Jian Haocang’s lips, his soft voice quivering. “Brother Haocang, don’t be like this… I’m scared~”
He was truly scared. He had never been fazed by dangerous situations, but seeing his beloved “husband” transform into a completely different person left him clueless.
Was it because he hadn’t sabotaged the design project as the original plot dictated, and instead, the story had assigned a new character to complete that arc, causing his dear husband’s personality to shift drastically?
Both of them were prone to overthinking, each worrying about the other’s sudden change in behavior.
“Riiing! Riiing!”
“Jian Haocang, where did you guys go? Leaving the training hotel without permission—do you not want to participate in the design competition anymore?” Their design mentor’s call interrupted the eerie tension between them.
“Professor, I have a personal matter to handle. I won’t delay the competition. I’ll explain everything later.” Jian Haocang spoke politely before hanging up. At the same time, he noticed a small puddle of water forming beneath Bai Mo’s feet.
“I need to change my clothes.” Bai Mo followed Jian Haocang’s gaze downward and saw his filthy pants. His cleanliness obsession kicked in again as he grabbed Jian Haocang and led him toward the cleanest, tidiest room in the entire motel.
As soon as the two entered the room, a noisy crowd rushed down the narrow hallway. From a distance, several familiar faces could be seen—they were members of A University’s student council, with a majority coming from the publicity department.
Before they could get any closer, Jian Haocang swiftly shut the door with a “bang,” blocking out any prying eyes.
While their gazes were cut off, the sounds continued to pour in. The group turned toward the adjacent hallway, followed by a chorus of startled screams, mixed with cursing and attempts to break up a fight.
Bai Mo had his back to Jian Haocang as he changed clothes. Just as he was about to put on his pants, Jian Haocang happened to turn around—his view instantly filled with two pale, slender legs.
His etiquette training told him to immediately avert his gaze and close his eyes, but another voice inside his head held him back. We’re husbands, so what’s the big deal? Besides, if I don’t look, how will I know the extent of Mo Mo’s injuries?
Yes, this concerns Mo Mo. Some principles can be set aside for now.
“Brother Haocang, are you okay?” Bai Mo, now fully dressed, turned around and walked over anxiously, reaching out to check Jian Haocang’s forehead. His face was completely flushed.
Wow, he’s burning up! Even his neck is red… Could he be sick?
“Xiao Bobao, quickly exchange for some medicine! Brother Haocangis seriously ill!” If he was sick, then that would explain his strange behavior.
“If he’s sick, why didn’t he go to the hospital instead of coming here?” Bai Mo muttered as he pressed Jian Haocang down onto a chair, bustling around to fetch him water and take his temperature.
Meanwhile, Jian Haocang’s mind was replaying the scene of the little snow ferret’s pale, bare legs on an endless loop.
Suddenly, he grabbed Bai Mo and lifted his shirt.
Flawless. White. Not a single injury.
His suspicions were confirmed.
Like a storm clearing after thunderous rain, his dark mood lifted instantly.
Mo Mo wasn’t hurt. That’s all that matters.