Abandoned White Moonlight Chapter 44

Hearing the commotion, a waiter quickly approached, apologizing and offering some napkins. However, Gong Lang didn’t accept the gesture, scowling and angrily snapping at the waiter to leave.

He pulled a handkerchief from his suit pocket, wiping the coffee off his face while glaring at Huo Youqing with the viciousness of a wolf.

Huo Youqing, unfazed, sat calmly in his seat. He looked apologetically at the waiter, who was unintentionally caught in the middle. “Sorry about the mess. Could you please clean this up?”

The waiter, having overheard some of the conversation earlier, had figured out that the man who got coffee thrown at him had hidden his sexual orientation, which angered his companion. Seeing the contrast between Gong Lang’s and Huo Youqing’s behavior, the waiter felt the coffee was well-deserved.

The waiter quickly replied, “No problem,” and while cleaning up, he whispered to Huo Youqing, “Sir, do you need any help?”

Though whispered, the question was clearly heard by everyone present.

Gong Lang clenched his fists, the knuckles cracking in his anger, which made the waiter look at him like he was dangerous. Huo Youqing, as if just realizing what the waiter was implying, glanced at Gong Lang with amusement before shaking his head. “No, thank you,” he said to the waiter.

His glance was not particularly meaningful—just a slight mocking of Gong Lang. But Gong Lang was once again taken aback; it had been a long time since Huo Youqing had looked at him with such a relaxed expression.

After the waiter left, Gong Lang sat down across from Huo Youqing without asking. Most of the coffee had been wiped off his face, but the stains on his shirt were still visible, making him look rather disheveled.

“What are you trying to do?” Gong Lang spoke first, tapping the table twice with his knuckles. “I never realized how low you could stoop. Hmm?”

Now that they were alone, Huo Youqing had no intention of engaging with Gong Lang. He stayed silent, his face completely expressionless. Gong Lang waited for a while, but his frustration only grew until Huo Youqing finally spoke.

“There’s a camera.”

Instinctively, Gong Lang followed Huo Youqing’s gaze to the upper-left corner, where a camera, its red light on, was pointed in their direction. Realizing this, Gong Lang narrowed his eyes. “You think I’d hit you here?”

Huo Youqing didn’t reply, but the sarcasm in his eyes was evident. In that moment, Gong Lang faltered, wanting to say something, but in the end, he spat out something cruel instead: “Hah, hitting you would just dirty my hands. Don’t forget what you’ve done.”

Every word was meant to accuse Huo Youqing of wrongdoing, but to Huo Youqing, it was just laughable. When he was forced by Dai Yixin, he didn’t want to speak out, for the sake of his dignity.

How could he even explain it? Say that he was the one who was forced? Would anyone believe him if he did? Dai Yixin had fabricated a large amount of photos and videos as evidence, while Huo Youqing only had his word.

At this point, Huo Youqing’s good mood was completely ruined. He had wanted to keep things civil, to remain strangers, but since Gong Lang didn’t want that, Huo Youqing had no reason to hold back.

“That’s right. How could I forget? By the way, how long has it been since you last saw Dai Yuan?” Huo Youqing asked, watching as Gong Lang’s expression changed. He unlocked his phone on the table. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Want me to help you get in touch?”

“HUO YOUQING!”

Ignoring Gong Lang’s roar, Huo Youqing scrolled through his call history and, right in front of Gong Lang, dialed the most recent number.

The other side picked up quickly, but the voice was groggy—Dai Yixin must have just woken up.

“Youyou.”

He only said two words, but it was enough to make Gong Lang’s face twist in anger. Huo Youqing, unbothered, pressed the speaker button, enjoying Gong Lang’s expression as he spoke. “Dai Yuan, guess who I ran into today?”

“Who?”

“Gong Lang. I bumped into him at a café, and he said some pretty nasty things. Could you clear something up for me? Last month, we were together the whole time, right? I didn’t do anything to hurt you, did I?”

In that moment, Huo Youqing found this all quite amusing—how easy it was to sow discord. Dai Yixin’s voice was gentle, but cold. “Youyou, is the speaker on?”

“It is.”

“Gong Lang, this is between me and Youyou. I don’t care what you thought before, but stay out of it.”

Hearing this, Gong Lang couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up and stormed out of the café. Huo Youqing watched him leave, then turned off the speaker. “He’s gone.”

“Next time you run into him, call me right away,” Dai Yixin said from the other end.

Huo Youqing’s face fell. He wanted to ask Dai Yixin if this was fun for him.

People like Gong Lang treated him this way largely because of Dai Yixin’s manipulation, because of the games Dai Yixin played.

Why is some people’s love like this?

Driven by selfish desire, they knowingly cause the other person pain, yet they still insist on breaking them, biting into their throat and bloodily telling them:

Look, everyone around you will easily leave you. Only I won’t.

But he couldn’t ask. If he did, it would reveal that he remembered everything, and then Dai Yixin would rip off the mask he was wearing. Huo Youqing’s fingers twitched on the table, but before he could speak, Dai Yixin asked him again.

He invited him to a musical—a show so popular that tickets were almost impossible to get.

Huo Youqing’s face instantly paled at the mention of “musical.” Unbidden, a memory he never wanted to recall, a memory that had destroyed his passion, surged into his mind.