Chapter 155: Extra Chapter: Mu Si × Bo Yu 10
“Welcome.”
The door of the cake shop was pushed open early in the morning, and Muse didn’t even look up as he greeted the customer.
He continued to busy himself with the nearly finished cake in his hands.
The person across from him remained silent for a long moment before Muse suddenly raised his head—
Their eyes met, Loren’s full of grievance. “I hate you, Muse.”
“My name’s Muss.”
Muse lowered his head again, mocking himself for expecting anything different.
Loren, equally disinterested, leaned on the counter and retorted, “No, you’re definitely a muse—just someone else’s muse, not mine.”
That sounded awkward.
Muse didn’t bother responding.
Until Loren glanced around and asked, “Where’s your disabled husband from the East?”
Muse paused mid-motion and looked up coldly. “What did you say?”
“Your husband.”
“Focus on the first three words.”
“...”
Loren saw Muse biting the edge of his glove, as if ready to spring out and teach him a lesson about the terrifying power of the mysterious East, then immediately backed down.
“I was wrong, I was wrong.”
Muse bit off the glove’s edge, tossed it into the trash, and lowered his gaze to pack the finished cake.
“You really protect him, but he’s just... a cripple... even a fool can see it.”
Muse didn’t raise his head. “If even a fool can see it, why repeat it?”
“...”
That actually made some sense.
Though it felt like Muse was calling him less than a fool.
“Why do you like him? He treats you badly, keeps you to himself yet makes you work here.”
Muse pondered the phrase “keeps you to himself.”
Now he roughly understood why Bo Yu had looked so cold and strange that day, indifferent toward him.
Clearly, it was guilt after spreading rumors.
He didn’t expose Bo Yu’s lie, only said, “Is dating someone supposed to mean helping them buy their freedom?”
“...”
Loren was nearly poisoned by his sharp tongue.
“That’s not what I meant. Do you know why the cake shop’s boss is never around and stingy enough never to offer discounts?”
Muse looked up at him. “Why?”
“He owes high-interest loans outside. Working here is dangerous for you.”
Unexpectedly, Muse just hummed in acknowledgment.
The slender young man stretched indifferently. “Then let’s see who dies first.”
“...”
“You really can’t be swayed by ordinary things.” Loren shook his head, always hitting a wall with him.
“You’ll regret this, Muse.”
“You gave up on me and chose a cripple...”
Meeting Muse’s cold glare, Loren quickly tried to save face.
“He’s shameless, won’t protect you at all.”
Muse retorted, “Can you?”
“I can!” Loren said honestly. “I’ll help you quit. We’ll work together at the new company in Florence. I heard they pay very well, and the boss is a super-rich man from the East.”
Muse casually asked, “Surname Bo?”
“How do you know? You’ve done some research, haven’t you?”
Muse replied with boredom, “Yeah, deep research.”
Loren was puzzled.
...
Muse knew Bo Yu’s way of doing things all too well.
He acted recklessly on a whim, often making many enemies, never restraining himself. The more enemies he made, the more bodyguards he hired.
Muse lowered his eyes and smiled slightly as he paid for the rose mousse cake and left work.
Today was his birthday.
Muse had just locked the cake shop door when suddenly a gust of wind swept by, and the cake in his hand was knocked to the floor. “Hey, kid, your boss is...”
Muse watched the little cake tumble inside its box.
His eyes narrowed. Ignoring who the person was, he grabbed his collar and punched him.
“He’s dead and buried.”
“...”
A violent conflict erupted instantly without any preamble.
Several men wielding iron rods rushed forward with fierce expressions but ended up wailing on the ground. “Where did you learn to fight like that?”
Muse casually shook the blood off his wrist.
“Disarm them.”
“...”
He didn’t bother to notice the near-worshipful looks in their eyes, impressed by his disarming skill.
He crouched before the fallen little cake.
His luck seemed always to run out.
Several times he’d put effort into making the cake, even paid full price without a discount, yet the beautiful things never truly belonged to him.
“Compensation,” Muse demanded as he turned to them.
“Ridiculous, we’re here to collect money!”
“Do I owe you?”
“...”
Not really.
But these men came with iron rods demanding money, only to be beaten black and blue by this small clerk and forced to pay for his little cake. What was that about?
“Wait! Our people are coming! You have to tell us where your boss is today.”
“I don’t know where he is.”
Muse stood up, took the little cake, and turned to leave.
They called after him, “Stop!”
Muse’s tense expression was on the edge of snapping. These men insisted on provoking him when he was at his worst, ruining his birthday cake completely.
Just as he was about to let go, ready to give up even on the cake—
The night traffic roared in from the distance.
Mixed with Loren’s shout, “Let him go, Muse, I’m here to help you!!!”
Loren charged forward, wielding his grandfather’s wheelchair.
Suddenly intimidated by the overwhelming force, he swallowed nervously on the spot.
“Maybe I should just go back...”
But Muse stayed still, eyes fixed on that familiar license plate.
Black-clad bodyguards got out one by one, pushed the wheelchair to the car door, blocking everyone’s view completely.
Until the man appeared before Muse again.
Seeing him disheveled, collar grabbed, blood dripping from his hand onto the cake’s surface, Muse’s gaze grew quiet and stunned.
Why had he come back?
Bo Yu’s glance swept over cold and heavy.
“Are you here to collect a debt too?” The bulky man held Muse with one hand, the other covering his toothless mouth.
“Yes.”
“Then get in line. I’ll pry his mouth open and ask where that bastard ran off to.”
He pinned Muse against the cake shop door, their towering frames starkly contrasting.
Bo Yu’s cold, indifferent voice sounded, “To collect your debt.”
—
It ends tomorrow.