MWMM Chapter 107 – Han Yun & Xiao Mu Extra 2: Drowning Sorrows

Xiao Mu was firmly pinned by Han Yun, completely enveloped by the Alpha’s pheromones laced with fury. The heady scent of hard liquor made his knees go weak.

He even felt the early signs of going into heat.

That question Han Yun had asked—it wasn’t just a reprimand, it was an accusation. Han Yun thought he was a habitual seducer of higher-ups.

That realization made Xiao Mu feel a flash of sadness. He knew that stripping in front of Han Yun was already a shameless move, so when Han Yun questioned his chastity, a pang of grievance struck his chest. Still, with the arrow already notched, he wanted to see it through.

“President Han doesn’t like it?” Xiao Mu continued to smile, his expression full of teasing. “I can be very… hardworking.”

The words had barely left his mouth when Han Yun suddenly released him. He shot Xiao Mu a look full of disappointment, picked up the shirt Xiao Mu had discarded, and threw it at his head.

“You have one minute to get dressed and get out.”

Xiao Mu froze, stunned, and only after a long moment did the ache in his chest ease enough for him to move. He bent down to retrieve the shirt at his feet, still wearing a flirtatious smile on his face as he clung to a shred of dignity.

“Since President Han doesn’t appreciate this… then I apologize for disturbing you.”

With that, he quietly put his clothes back on in the icy atmosphere, preparing to leave.

“Good night, President Han.”
He blew Han Yun a kiss, his eyes alluring as peach blossoms, and turned to walk toward the door.

He had only taken two steps when he was abruptly yanked back. His nose bumped into Han Yun’s collarbone, and the strong scent of alcohol made his head spin.

Xiao Mu thought maybe Han Yun had changed his mind—that he was about to be pulled into some scandalous unspoken rule. But instead, Han Yun’s presence remained cold. He reached forward and buttoned the very top of Xiao Mu’s shirt.

“If I ever catch you doing anything like this again, your debut spot is gone. I’ll make sure the company blacklists you first.”

With that, Han Yun let go of him, his expression blank.

Xiao Mu bit his lip. The word “blacklist” hit him hard. His eyes burned, and his throat tightened so much he couldn’t speak. A flash of stubbornness passed through his gaze as he turned and bolted from the room.

That’s right—he was a nobody who hadn’t even debuted yet, already marked for elimination by the top brass.

The thought that being blacklisted would mean losing any chance of ever seeing Han Yun again made Xiao Mu’s steps unsteady. His limbs weakened, his vision blurred, and the ground in front of him became harder and harder to see—until he finally collapsed.

When he woke up, he was lying in a deluxe hotel room bed. He had clearly been given an inhibitor injection, and the early signs of heat had disappeared.

He rubbed his eyes and called the teacher who had been guiding him. On the other end, the teacher didn’t say much, clearly already aware that Xiao Mu had gone into heat unexpectedly and simply told him to rest well for a couple of days.

“Teacher, do you know who brought me to the room?” Xiao Mu asked.

There was a brief silence, and then the teacher answered truthfully,
“I heard… it was President Han who found you in the hallway.”

Xiao Mu’s heart, which had gone quiet and numb, suddenly fluttered back to life—refusing to give up.

In the days that followed, Xiao Mu would often stay in the practice room, quietly training alone until closing. Only the top five trainees would earn the right to debut, and only those who debuted might have the occasional chance to see the higher-ups.

He still liked Han Yun. Even though Han Yun had lashed out at him that day, his heart beat for him and him alone.

Maybe… if he became outstanding enough, bright enough, someday Han Yun would look at him differently.

But before the final assessment for debut arrived, a different piece of news broke—Han Yun’s engagement.

Chiyu Entertainment’s Vice President Han Yun and the heir to a prominent Wenjing real estate family had made the cover of multiple magazines together. The two were seen entering a hotel arm-in-arm, acting intimately, with rumors swirling that the wedding was imminent.

Xiao Mu, exhausted from dancing, took a short break in the practice room and casually glanced at his phone—only to be smacked in the face by that headline, clear and brutal.

The water he’d just sipped instantly went down the wrong pipe. He bent over, coughing violently for nearly a full minute before he could breathe again.

He looked up at the floor-to-ceiling mirror and saw his own sweat-soaked, disheveled reflection. Then he looked back at the news—at the polished, glamorous young man standing beside Han Yun.

For the first time in his nineteen years, Xiao Mu felt true, gut-deep inferiority.

Maybe all he had was a pretty face. No matter how hard he worked, maybe he was simply destined to never catch that man’s eye.
He had lost before the race even started.

That night, Xiao Mu did something he never had before—he left the dance studio early, went back to school, bought a dozen beers, cranked up deafening music in his dorm room, and got absolutely wasted.

When Yan Yuzhou arrived, Xiao Mu was holding a beer bottle in one hand and flailing the other in the air, singing completely off-key with a reckless, borderline deranged look in his eyes.

Xiao Mu felt like he needed alcohol to numb himself. He kept trying to convince himself—it’s fine, really. It’s no big deal. Han Yun wasn’t the only Alpha in the world. If worst came to worst, he’d quit the industry, forget about debuting. Worst case, he’d pretend he never knew Han Yun at all… and life would go on.

But when he remembered that he’d already signed the contract—and that unilaterally breaking it would mean paying a sky-high penalty—Xiao Mu’s whole world seemed to collapse.

“Wuwuwu… I don’t want to be a star anymore… I want to terminate the contract… but I can’t afford the penalty… this is so hard… wuwuwu…”

In the middle of his sobbing, the dorm room door suddenly swung open. Through the haze of alcohol and tears, he thought he saw someone who absolutely shouldn’t be here.

Han Yun, wearing sunglasses and an unreadable expression, stepped inside. In just a second, his gaze locked straight onto Xiao Mu. Even though Xiao Mu couldn’t see his eyes, he felt bewitched—the tears stopped instantly, and his heart missed several beats.

He could only stare, dazed, as this radiant man walked over without a word, hoisted him onto his shoulder in one smooth motion, and carried him out with an air of unstoppable dominance.

Xiao Mu was so stunned he didn’t resist. He let Han Yun carry him all the way downstairs and toss him into the backseat of a car. The vehicle started up, and he watched the scenery blur past through the window, murmuring:

“President Han… where are you taking me?”

After a moment, the man in the driver’s seat answered through gritted teeth, clearly trying to suppress his anger:
“I have a private villa. You’ll stay there for now. Your debut is coming up—you need to maintain your public image and avoid unnecessary negative press. What happened today—this better be the last time.”

Xiao Mu’s heart rose and fell with every word. At first, he was elated at the thought of staying in Han Yun’s private villa. But by the end of the sentence, he was deflated all over again.

In the end, Han Yun was just doing this for the company’s sake—because he didn’t want a scandal. Xiao Mu was nothing more than a tool, a means to profit. What they had was nothing more than a plain, transactional relationship between an artist and an executive. Nothing more.

So he rejected the offer.
“There’s no need, President Han. You’re getting engaged soon—me staying at your villa wouldn’t be appropriate. I’ll be more careful with my image.”

To his surprise, the very next second, Han Yun snapped back at him.

“What image can you possibly manage on your own? Drunk out of your mind the second you get upset—do you even have the slightest sense of self-preservation?”

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T/N: This couple is really interesting~