Raising You This Small Stuff

Chapter 74.1 Redemption or sinking?

“What did you say…what did you just say?” Yuan Suo’s lips trembled.

Mo Yi Cheng repeated, “Let’s get married.”

“Married?” It wasn’t that Yuan Suo didn’t know the meaning of the words, he was just a bit confused due to the shock.

Naturally, Mo Yi Cheng knew this as well, so he deliberately misinterpreted it and explained, “It means ‘eating people’ legally.”

After Yuan Suo understood what it meant, it was then he really reacted, and in his panic he almost knocked his bowl over.

“So, is it a yes or a no?” When Mo Yi Cheng said the word ‘marriage’, he was confident, but somehow he felt palpitations in his heart at this moment.

Yuan Suo didn’t dare to move as Mo Yi Cheng’s face was got closer and closer; they could feel each other’s nervousness at this moment.

Neither of them spoke, and the air was silent.

After a long time.

“That… actually… it’s not legal, but… but okay…” Yuan Suo couldn’t really spit the rest of the words out, his whole body red like a boiled lobster.

Mo Yi Cheng was both happy and shocked at this answer, but the worry that passed through his eyes clearly overshadowed his joy.

“Does Du Du mean he doesn’t want to get married?” Mo Yi Cheng confirmed.

Yuan Suo didn’t dare look at Mo Yi Cheng, “It’s not that.”

“Then why?”

“I…” Yuan Suo wanted to say something, but didn’t know where to start or how to say it.

When he first arrived in this world, he was hoping to be reborn after he reached full level, to be free from the confines of the game, to return to the world he belonged to, to go back to the ninth region of the interstellar world, but gradually, he had his only and most important attachment in this world, and he wanted to stay by Mo Yi Cheng’s side, however separation…. became a wound in his heart that he didn’t dare touch.

But even if he chose to stay, was his so-called ‘sacrifice’ really fair to Mo Yi Cheng? An elf who chose to stay would be trapped in the game forever. In other words, if he stayed, Mo Yi Cheng would always be faced with a ‘virtual’ lover.

And adding the words Abel had said today to the equation, he….. couldn’t even guarantee that he would be able to stay in the game as a virtual lover, so what could he do to keep such an important promise?

Hold your hand, grow old together.

If he couldn’t do this, how could he dare say yes?

Therefore, he could only say, “I… I can’t.”

Yuan Suo said the words ‘I can’t’ very firmly through gritted teeth, and this kind of bone-chilling firmness shot out like a sharp arrow going straight into Mo Yi Cheng’s heart.

Mo Yi Cheng suppressed his emotions and managed to maintain his sanity before asking: “Why? Is Yuan Suo afraid that there will be worldly resistance? Or are you afraid that it will affect my career? Or do you think there is something wrong…”

“Neither.” Yuan Suo suddenly clenched his fist, clear and sad eyes like they had been haloed with vermilion, “Neither, it’s because…. elves leave this world after reaching full level inside the game…..”

At that moment, Mo Yi Cheng wanted to rush forward to cover Yuan Suo’s mouth. He didn’t want to, was afraid to, couldn’t hear the words that followed, but he couldn’t move, his limbs frozen as he looked down from above.

Yuan Suo no longer dared to look at Mo Yi Cheng. He could only say mechanically, “The ultimate goal of this game is for the elves to keep leveling up, and after they reach level 100, to be reborn back into their own world.”

Level 100? Yuan Suo had already reached level 90 after saving Abel’s life.

Every word, like rain, fell on him, only it was so cold that the drops had already frozen before they came down, wrapping him up in layers and penetrating directly inside his body. Mo Yi Cheng couldn’t say a word as he stood there for a while before asking stiffly: “When did you know?”

Yuan Suo’s heart trembled. This was the first time he was seeing such a harsh ligfirst time, and his hear, “At the beginning.”

“But it never occurred to you to tell me.” He asked in the affirmative.

Yuan Suo wanted to argue, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. He had wanted to, but he was too stupid, he didn’t know how to say it, so he had put it off until today.

“Yi Cheng…..” Yuan Suo could only call him by his name, like he had done countless times before.

Mo Yi Cheng suddenly closed his eyes and instead of responding, he turned around abruptly.

“Yi Cheng.” Yuan Suo’s trembling hands reached out to pull the corner of Mo Yi Cheng’s shirt, but the moment he dodged, his tears almost fell.

“I still have things to do in the company… I’ll ask someone to send you back.” Mo Yi Cheng was afraid that his emotions would get further out of control and he wouldn’t want him to go back inside the game.

“…. Okay.”

Mo Yi Cheng didn’t turn back. He could imagine the look on Yuan Suo’s face at this moment, but he was afraid that once he turned around, he would fall, and at this moment he stubbornly didn’t want his heart to soften. He could put up with everything, could tolerate anything, except this matter.

He was the only one left in the room.

The tears in his eyes didn’t fall down, because what right… did they have to fall down?

His heart felt like a tangled mess, occasionally mixed with thorns that cut through to his tender flesh, making it so that he couldn’t help but tremble gently.

After a moment, there were footsteps.

Yuan Suo looked up sharply, but the joy and anticipation in his eyes faded away instantly.

The driver stood by respectfully and said, Mr. “Mo asked me to take you back.”

“Where is… where is he?”

“Mr. Mo has already driven away.”

“Oh, okay, I…. can I take the…. wontons and the rest here back…. with me…” The tears finally came down indefensibly. Yuan Suo raised his hand hurriedly to wipe them, but it was too late, the tears had already fallen inside the wontons and on top of the table.

“I’m sorry wait, just one second, I…. I just want to take this away.” Yuan Suo fumbled then rummage inside the cupboard, looking for an empty box that he could pack the food into.

The driver had been with Mo Yi Cheng for a long time, and although he didn’t know about Yuan Suo being an elf, he’d had a lot of contact with him and could guess some things about him and Mo Yi Cheng.

“Let me help you find it.”

“Ah, thank you.”

“Mr. Mo instructed me just now to make sure that I get you back safely, and that I’m not to leave until I see you are inside the house safely.”

“Hmm.” Yuan Suo’s voice was muffled as he refused to look up.

“Found it!” The driver found a set of lunch boxes of various sizes.

The two men packed the wontons, along with a few dishes and placed them inside the box, which Yuan Suo carried carefully, before wandering out to the car like a ghost.

Chapter 74.2 Redemption or sinking?

Yuan Suo eventually finished the wontons, which was no longer as sweet when it was cold, and the grease that lingered in his mouth was unpleasant.

The time on the wall clock was already pointing to ten o’clock.

It was ten o’clock in the night.

Mo Yi Cheng wasn’t back yet.

Yuan Suo washed the dishes and returned to the sofa to turn on the TV. His ears noisy but his heart sore.

For the first time, Yuan Suo felt that the time he could stay out after his upgrade was too long. He wasn’t being sent back automatically into the game, and he wasn’t able to see Mo Yi Cheng. But even if he was sent back into the game in a few hours, Mo Yi Cheng, would probably not even click into the game.

Mo Yi Cheng was angry.

And he was so stupid that he didn’t even say he was sorry at that time.

At twelve o’clock in the night, Yuan Suo was awakened by the sudden sound of gunfire from the TV, which had somehow changed from a variety show to an anti-war drama.

Turning off the TV, silence suddenly filled the room.

He sniffed, a little scared but didn’t turn the TV on again.

He didn’t know…. where Mo Yi Cheng was now.

Just at that moment, the door to the living room suddenly opened.

It was Mo Yi Cheng!

It was too late for Yuan Suo to put on his shoes, so he went over with bare feet then stopped two steps away from him, not daring to move again.

Mo Yi Cheng was covered in frost, and the chill he brought in made Yuan Suo shiver.

“Come here.” Mo Yi Cheng unbuttoned his trench coat, opening his arms.

The tip of Yuan Suo’s nose flushed and he moved a step forward before he was pulled into a broad chest with great force.

Mo Yi Cheng’s chest under the trench coat was warm.

He left himself covered in frost.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

The two of them said at the same time.

Yuan Suo placed his forehead against Mo Yi Cheng’s chest, “I didn’t mean to do that, I was just… just afraid…”

“I understand.” Mo Yi Cheng’s long and slender fingers stroked his fine and soft hair, lifting his eyes although there was bitterness and more heartache inside, “In the future…. if something happens, tell me, don’t bear it alone.”

He had sat inside the car for more than ten hours, thinking about a lot of things, but the one thing he didn’t think about was resenting Yuan Suo.

“I didn’t do well today. In the future, I will never leave you alone.”

“… En.”

“Have you had dinner yet?”

“Yes. What about you?”

“Not yet.”

Hearing this, Yuan Suo took Mo Yi Cheng’s hand and went to the kitchen to heat the dishes that had been packed during the day and the two of them ate with their heads lowered as they picked dishes for each other, seeming to have forgotten about what had happened during the day.

After they were done, Mo Yi Cheng helped Yuan Suo wash the dishes.

It was already past one in the morning.

The two went to the bathroom separately to clean up and then lay on the bed, their eyes facing each other.

“Yi Cheng, I….” Yuan Suo wanted to say something when Mo Yi Cheng tapped a finger on his lips lightly.

“I’ll think of a solution, I always find a way.”

“En.” He believed Mo Yi Cheng. As long as he said it, he believed it.

“Then what you said before, does it still count?” Mo Yi Cheng’s hand inside the quilt changed position.

Yuan Suo’s body shuddered at Mo Yi Cheng’s deep, husky voice pressed against his ear; he had said many things before, which one was Mo Yi Cheng referring to?

“It’s that sentence, the one that’s not legal — but okay.”

“…..”

Mo Yi Cheng’s shadow rose as he moved, covering the warm light and when he didn’t get an answer, he pecked the top of his slightly open, full lips, “Then I’ll take that as tacit agreement.”

The person beneath him was too shy to open his eyes and despite the fact that their relationship had already progressed to the final stage, he still became nervous every time he got close.

Mo Yi Cheng slid the back of his fingers down his delicate brows, not letting go of any detail, but for a short moment he lost control and allowed the terrifying feeling of imminent loss to creep up, causing his entire body to become immobilised, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Yuan Suo felt the change in Mo Yi Cheng and opened his eyes carefully, only to be struck by the sadness inside those cold pool-like eyes. He didn’t want to see such a Mo Yi Cheng, his Mo Yi Cheng shouldn’t be sad like this, so he lifted his arms and wrapped them around the person on top of him, raised his white neck and took the initiative to press his lips against his.

Hot hands, hot lips, hot breath…

In the dimness, the silhouette of the two pressed together seemed real yet unreal…

Sinking.

Or was it redemption?

If we are destined to part, then what is the purpose of holding on at this moment?

Silk, is no match for the roughness of my fingers.

The moonlight, is no match for the fine sweat on my forehead.

Twilight, was finally tinged with a bit of clarity…