DPM Chapter 32-Coming A Long Distance To Chase A Wife Part 2
Translated by Snowfall77
The man’s pace was unhurried, backlit as he entered the passageway. His front was hidden in shadow, yet the light behind him illuminated his form, as if covering him with a halo. An inexplicable chill moved with him, a smell of somber desolation trailing in the air.
Finally, the man came to stand before Wu Xingyun.
Wen Nuo was sure he didn’t know the strange man. Yet his years of fighting in the military made Wen Nuo cognizant that the strange man was emanating danger out of his very bones, putting Wen Nuo on alert.
The corners of the man’s mouth hooked up, as he grumbled at Wu Xingyun: “Why did you come out so late? I’ve been waiting for you half the day!”
Staring blankly, the characters of Mozun’s name flashed through Wu Xingyun’s addled brain.
The man in the courtroom hadn’t been just been Wu Xingyun’s illusion. It really was Mozun.
What in the hell was Mozun up to?
“How did you get here?” Wu Xingyun asked quickly.
Mozun didn’t answer Wu Xingyun’s question. Instead, he reached out and pulled Wu Xingyun to his side, saying to Wen Nuo: “Hello, my name is Ye Fan. Wu Xingyun and I are old friends. We haven’t seen each other for many years. When I heard that he’d come back, I specially traveled for more than a month to see him. I don’t think General Wen will disturb us, will he?”
Frowning slightly, Wen Nuo didn’t like the strange man’s tone of voice, filled as it was with fantastically baffling provocation. Or the aura exuding from the man. Wen Nuo did not like any of it at all.
So Wen Nuo somewhat stiffly asked Wu Xingyun: “Is this your old friend?”
Not knowing whether to nod or shake his head, Wu Xingyun stammered: “No……Not really……Is……Isn’t that right?”
Wen Nuo’s vigilance grew: “What kind of friends are you?”
Mozun laughed, his voice a little wanton: “He’s shy, too embarrassed to tell. I’ll say it for him. I’m his old lover. Of course, I’ve got only one purpose for finding him. I don’t think General Wen will participate in our activities.”
Wen Nuo looked towards Wu Xingyun, seeing that Wu Xingyun was rattled from head to toe. But, despite his obvious distress, Wu Xingyun didn’t deny Ye Fan’s words.
His eyes darkening, Wen Nuo didn’t say anything more. He marched straight out of the corridor, never looking back, his heart bursting with frustration. He’d thought Wu Xingyun’s mood was low because of the Night Shard. Wen Nuo had never imagined that Wu Xingyun had an ex-lover in the Federation, let alone one who’d be bold enough to come calling on Wu Xingyun again.
Wen Nuo unconsciously lit a cigarette, taking a drag. As the smoke hit his lungs, Wen Nuo’s mind cleared. How could Wen Nuo possibly have that kind of friend?!
Wen Nuo immediately fished out his portable computer, typing in Mozun’s name.
A charmingly wicked looking man, black hair down to his waist, and dressed in all black, appeared on Wen Nuo’s screen.
Narrowing his eyes, Wen Nuo mentally overlapped the strange man in the gray suit with the man on the screen. Wen Nuo knew who the strange man was.
It was Mozun, the Night Shard.
Meanwhile, Mozun was still loitering in the passageway. He slowly loosened his arm around Wu Xingyun, his tone no longer falsely affectionate, but faintly cold: “Looks like you’re having a good time here. Are you happy to meet your old sweetheart and go meet your parents together?”
Wu Xingyun didn’t speak, just buried his head and walked outside. He planned to loop around a few street corners, shake Mozun off, and report the matter to his superiors.
Yet Mozun followed right behind him. Seeing that Wu Xingyun wasn’t going to talk, Mozun continued a touch sarcastically: “Don’t forget that we only quarreled. We haven’t officially divorced. You’d better keep your distance from others during this period. Don’t go sleeping with someone else.”
Mozun figured that, after he’d finished his sentence, the small soldier walking with his head down would stop, look back in anger, and give Mozun some serious admonishment. However, to Mozun’s surprise, Wu Xingyun stayed silent and kept moving.
Like a fist hitting cotton, Mozun felt frustratingly powerless. Irritable, he got in front of Wu Xingyun and halted, blocking Wu Xingyun’s path: “Speak!”
Wu Xingyun glanced up at Mozun with a disaffected expression: “I have nothing to say.”
Then Wu Xingyun went around Mozun, blindly going forward.
Suddenly Mozun pulled at Wu Xingyun, yanked him into a storage room, closing the door behind them.
Darkness covered Wu Xingyun’s sight. He knew he couldn’t get out using his own strength and he was in no hurry to escape.
While Mozun found himself not knowing what to say. He really couldn’t believe he’d done something so brainless as to intercept Wu Xingyun.
The dark, narrow space was very quiet, the only sound was the two men breathing.
Wu Xingyun found a corner and simply sat down. His head was a complete mess. He needed more than anyone to find someplace to shrink into, in order to ponder the confusing problems ensnaring him.
Also silent, Mozun’s night vision was excellent. His eyes saw everything.
But no matter how great his eyesight, what he couldn’t see clearly was his own heart. He’d come with only one purpose, to search out Ouyang Feng. He’d pretend to be an emissary from himself, meet with Ouyang Feng and make some deals.
All of which was supposed to be going on behind the scenes. He shouldn’t have appeared in anyone else’s line of sight, or more honestly, he shouldn’t have come at all. He should have sent someone else in his stead.
However, when he’d heard that Wu Xingyun was also coming to Liu-Mang-Xing, he’d found it impossible to control himself.
At first, he’d just wanted a quick peek from afar. Just one glimpse, then the two of them would be irrelevant to each other.
So he’d taken a gander, only to find himself eager for a second look.
To find that all his previous guilt, his cherished reminiscences of his lost lover, couldn’t stop his urge for a third look.
He’d stared at Wu Xingyun in the courtroom. Scrutinized the clumsy soldier being closed in on by the lawyer. He’d watched Wu Xingyun speak passionately. And after the trial, he’d observed Wu Xingyun’s intuition, when Wu Xingyun looked back to find him.
Mozun hadn’t expected, what with his changed hair and appearance, that Wu Xingyun would recognize him with a glance. When their eyes collided, Mozun had smiled involuntarily.
Nevertheless, he’d stuck to his plan, pretended to be an ordinary mutant representative and haggled some transactions with Ouyang Feng. Afterwards, he’d just happened to walk by the passageway.
He’d been confronted with a scene and heard a distasteful conversation. Wu Xingyun held in another’s arms. Wu Xingyun personally admitting, “I’m glad I don’t have to go back and be that man’s wife.” He’d even been affronted with the sight of Wen Nuo trying to kiss the soldier that belonged to him, Mozun. His self-control had snapped like a dry twig.
Recklessly entering the corridor, he’d declared his ownership in an unyielding manner. The things he’d said next, he’d had no idea what he was spouting on about, or why.
He’d soon realized that his mean words were not what he wanted to say at all. Therefore, he’d decisively dragged Wu Xingyun into the storeroom, so they could talk seriously. But as quietness blanketed them, he’d found that he didn’t know why he wanted to talk to Wu Xingyun, or what to talk about.
A month ago, he’d told Wu Xingyun: “Get lost. Go back to your Federation, I don’t want you anymore.” He’d meant those words, fully intending to follow them. No way he would care about some small soldier. He could withstand being solitary, being lonely. Living that way for millennium, it’d become normal to him now.
A month later, his heart strongly guarded, he’d espied Wu Xingyun’s intimate relationship with someone else. And in an instant, his defenses crumbled.
Especially in such a dark room, where only their breathing could be heard, where Mozun could see the weak soldier huddled in the corner, Mozun clearly felt his heart aching. A crack splitting open his hard core. A cobweb of fissures, a bang, and a final shattering into tiny pieces.
The door of Mozun’s heart opened, for Mozun to find that it was full of Wu Xingyun.
Mozun knew he needed to break the silence. He thought of a lot of words, yet ended up swallowing them all, not knowing how to satisfactorily express his thoughts. He took a deep breath, make a couple of resolutions, and said: “I think you should go back with me. Marriage isn’t child’s play. What’s said during a quarrel shouldn’t be counted.”
His words didn’t provoke any response. Wu Xingyun remained crouched in the corner, holding himself even tighter, like a wounded, cowering little animal, with no faith in anyone.
Mozun shifted towards Wu Xingyun, slowly squatting down in front of the soldier. He wanted to reach out and hug Wu Xingyun, but didn’t dare.
Instead, Mozun noiselessly looked at the wounded thing in the dark, gazing at the hair, nose, eyes, lips.
His voice becoming rough and muddled, Mozun kept talking: “Wu Xingyun……I don’t know what to say……It’s very strange, there were no big ups and downs, just ordinary and very commonplace things……But I, I think I’m really in love with you.”
Wu Xingyun raised his eyes slightly. Although he couldn’t see anything around him, from the sound of Mozun’s voice, Wu Xingyun knew Mozun was by his side.
His voice calm, Wu Xingyun replied: “I have never loved you, and our marriage means only shame for me.”
It was the answer Mozun expected. One he could have already guessed. Even so, he felt a smoldering pain in his heart, hearing Wu Xingyun’s words.
Mozun could sense Wu Xingyun’s breath, the heat of Wu Xingyun’s flesh. The distance between their bodies was small, yet Mozun finally understood how far apart they actually were.
“You……Hate me, don’t you?” Mozun asked in a low voice, inferiority and dismay strangling him.
Wu Xingyun’s tone was still quite tranquil: “Yes. I’d rather die on the battlefield than be married to you.”
DPM Chapter 32-Coming A Long Distance To Chase A Wife Part 2
Translated by Snowfall77
The man’s pace was unhurried, backlit as he entered the passageway. His front was hidden in shadow, yet the light behind him illuminated his form, as if covering him with a halo. An inexplicable chill moved with him, a smell of somber desolation trailing in the air.
Finally, the man came to stand before Wu Xingyun.
Wen Nuo was sure he didn’t know the strange man. Yet his years of fighting in the military made Wen Nuo cognizant that the strange man was emanating danger out of his very bones, putting Wen Nuo on alert.
The corners of the man’s mouth hooked up, as he grumbled at Wu Xingyun: “Why did you come out so late? I’ve been waiting for you half the day!”
Staring blankly, the characters of Mozun’s name flashed through Wu Xingyun’s addled brain.
The man in the courtroom hadn’t been just been Wu Xingyun’s illusion. It really was Mozun.
What in the hell was Mozun up to?
“How did you get here?” Wu Xingyun asked quickly.
Mozun didn’t answer Wu Xingyun’s question. Instead, he reached out and pulled Wu Xingyun to his side, saying to Wen Nuo: “Hello, my name is Ye Fan. Wu Xingyun and I are old friends. We haven’t seen each other for many years. When I heard that he’d come back, I specially traveled for more than a month to see him. I don’t think General Wen will disturb us, will he?”
Frowning slightly, Wen Nuo didn’t like the strange man’s tone of voice, filled as it was with fantastically baffling provocation. Or the aura exuding from the man. Wen Nuo did not like any of it at all.
So Wen Nuo somewhat stiffly asked Wu Xingyun: “Is this your old friend?”
Not knowing whether to nod or shake his head, Wu Xingyun stammered: “No……Not really……Is……Isn’t that right?”
Wen Nuo’s vigilance grew: “What kind of friends are you?”
Mozun laughed, his voice a little wanton: “He’s shy, too embarrassed to tell. I’ll say it for him. I’m his old lover. Of course, I’ve got only one purpose for finding him. I don’t think General Wen will participate in our activities.”
Wen Nuo looked towards Wu Xingyun, seeing that Wu Xingyun was rattled from head to toe. But, despite his obvious distress, Wu Xingyun didn’t deny Ye Fan’s words.
His eyes darkening, Wen Nuo didn’t say anything more. He marched straight out of the corridor, never looking back, his heart bursting with frustration. He’d thought Wu Xingyun’s mood was low because of the Night Shard. Wen Nuo had never imagined that Wu Xingyun had an ex-lover in the Federation, let alone one who’d be bold enough to come calling on Wu Xingyun again.
Wen Nuo unconsciously lit a cigarette, taking a drag. As the smoke hit his lungs, Wen Nuo’s mind cleared. How could Wen Nuo possibly have that kind of friend?!
Wen Nuo immediately fished out his portable computer, typing in Mozun’s name.
A charmingly wicked looking man, black hair down to his waist, and dressed in all black, appeared on Wen Nuo’s screen.
Narrowing his eyes, Wen Nuo mentally overlapped the strange man in the gray suit with the man on the screen. Wen Nuo knew who the strange man was.
It was Mozun, the Night Shard.
Meanwhile, Mozun was still loitering in the passageway. He slowly loosened his arm around Wu Xingyun, his tone no longer falsely affectionate, but faintly cold: “Looks like you’re having a good time here. Are you happy to meet your old sweetheart and go meet your parents together?”
Wu Xingyun didn’t speak, just buried his head and walked outside. He planned to loop around a few street corners, shake Mozun off, and report the matter to his superiors.
Yet Mozun followed right behind him. Seeing that Wu Xingyun wasn’t going to talk, Mozun continued a touch sarcastically: “Don’t forget that we only quarreled. We haven’t officially divorced. You’d better keep your distance from others during this period. Don’t go sleeping with someone else.”
Mozun figured that, after he’d finished his sentence, the small soldier walking with his head down would stop, look back in anger, and give Mozun some serious admonishment. However, to Mozun’s surprise, Wu Xingyun stayed silent and kept moving.
Like a fist hitting cotton, Mozun felt frustratingly powerless. Irritable, he got in front of Wu Xingyun and halted, blocking Wu Xingyun’s path: “Speak!”
Wu Xingyun glanced up at Mozun with a disaffected expression: “I have nothing to say.”
Then Wu Xingyun went around Mozun, blindly going forward.
Suddenly Mozun pulled at Wu Xingyun, yanked him into a storage room, closing the door behind them.
Darkness covered Wu Xingyun’s sight. He knew he couldn’t get out using his own strength and he was in no hurry to escape.
While Mozun found himself not knowing what to say. He really couldn’t believe he’d done something so brainless as to intercept Wu Xingyun.
The dark, narrow space was very quiet, the only sound was the two men breathing.
Wu Xingyun found a corner and simply sat down. His head was a complete mess. He needed more than anyone to find someplace to shrink into, in order to ponder the confusing problems ensnaring him.
Also silent, Mozun’s night vision was excellent. His eyes saw everything.
But no matter how great his eyesight, what he couldn’t see clearly was his own heart. He’d come with only one purpose, to search out Ouyang Feng. He’d pretend to be an emissary from himself, meet with Ouyang Feng and make some deals.
All of which was supposed to be going on behind the scenes. He shouldn’t have appeared in anyone else’s line of sight, or more honestly, he shouldn’t have come at all. He should have sent someone else in his stead.
However, when he’d heard that Wu Xingyun was also coming to Liu-Mang-Xing, he’d found it impossible to control himself.
At first, he’d just wanted a quick peek from afar. Just one glimpse, then the two of them would be irrelevant to each other.
So he’d taken a gander, only to find himself eager for a second look.
To find that all his previous guilt, his cherished reminiscences of his lost lover, couldn’t stop his urge for a third look.
He’d stared at Wu Xingyun in the courtroom. Scrutinized the clumsy soldier being closed in on by the lawyer. He’d watched Wu Xingyun speak passionately. And after the trial, he’d observed Wu Xingyun’s intuition, when Wu Xingyun looked back to find him.
Mozun hadn’t expected, what with his changed hair and appearance, that Wu Xingyun would recognize him with a glance. When their eyes collided, Mozun had smiled involuntarily.
Nevertheless, he’d stuck to his plan, pretended to be an ordinary mutant representative and haggled some transactions with Ouyang Feng. Afterwards, he’d just happened to walk by the passageway.
He’d been confronted with a scene and heard a distasteful conversation. Wu Xingyun held in another’s arms. Wu Xingyun personally admitting, “I’m glad I don’t have to go back and be that man’s wife.” He’d even been affronted with the sight of Wen Nuo trying to kiss the soldier that belonged to him, Mozun. His self-control had snapped like a dry twig.
Recklessly entering the corridor, he’d declared his ownership in an unyielding manner. The things he’d said next, he’d had no idea what he was spouting on about, or why.
He’d soon realized that his mean words were not what he wanted to say at all. Therefore, he’d decisively dragged Wu Xingyun into the storeroom, so they could talk seriously. But as quietness blanketed them, he’d found that he didn’t know why he wanted to talk to Wu Xingyun, or what to talk about.
A month ago, he’d told Wu Xingyun: “Get lost. Go back to your Federation, I don’t want you anymore.” He’d meant those words, fully intending to follow them. No way he would care about some small soldier. He could withstand being solitary, being lonely. Living that way for millennium, it’d become normal to him now.
A month later, his heart strongly guarded, he’d espied Wu Xingyun’s intimate relationship with someone else. And in an instant, his defenses crumbled.
Especially in such a dark room, where only their breathing could be heard, where Mozun could see the weak soldier huddled in the corner, Mozun clearly felt his heart aching. A crack splitting open his hard core. A cobweb of fissures, a bang, and a final shattering into tiny pieces.
The door of Mozun’s heart opened, for Mozun to find that it was full of Wu Xingyun.
Mozun knew he needed to break the silence. He thought of a lot of words, yet ended up swallowing them all, not knowing how to satisfactorily express his thoughts. He took a deep breath, make a couple of resolutions, and said: “I think you should go back with me. Marriage isn’t child’s play. What’s said during a quarrel shouldn’t be counted.”
His words didn’t provoke any response. Wu Xingyun remained crouched in the corner, holding himself even tighter, like a wounded, cowering little animal, with no faith in anyone.
Mozun shifted towards Wu Xingyun, slowly squatting down in front of the soldier. He wanted to reach out and hug Wu Xingyun, but didn’t dare.
Instead, Mozun noiselessly looked at the wounded thing in the dark, gazing at the hair, nose, eyes, lips.
His voice becoming rough and muddled, Mozun kept talking: “Wu Xingyun……I don’t know what to say……It’s very strange, there were no big ups and downs, just ordinary and very commonplace things……But I, I think I’m really in love with you.”
Wu Xingyun raised his eyes slightly. Although he couldn’t see anything around him, from the sound of Mozun’s voice, Wu Xingyun knew Mozun was by his side.
His voice calm, Wu Xingyun replied: “I have never loved you, and our marriage means only shame for me.”
It was the answer Mozun expected. One he could have already guessed. Even so, he felt a smoldering pain in his heart, hearing Wu Xingyun’s words.
Mozun could sense Wu Xingyun’s breath, the heat of Wu Xingyun’s flesh. The distance between their bodies was small, yet Mozun finally understood how far apart they actually were.
“You……Hate me, don’t you?” Mozun asked in a low voice, inferiority and dismay strangling him.
Wu Xingyun’s tone was still quite tranquil: “Yes. I’d rather die on the battlefield than be married to you.”
