Chapter 29: Three-Person Shuraba
Wen Yuhuai’s eyelid twitched, his heart skipped a beat, and the smile at the corner of his mouth froze slightly.
It was over. He had taken the joke too far and summoned the demons—two of them at once.
It seemed a bit late to mend the fold after the sheep were lost, but Wen Yuhuai didn’t give up. Maybe it would still work.
He took a deep breath and first opened Lin Shiyu’s chat box. This one hadn’t arrived yet; seeing the explanation, he might turn around and go back.
[Brother, you are my brother. I was just joking, how could you take it seriously? Given how close we are, how could I hide a child from you? This is my brother’s child, your eldest nephew.]
After sending it, without waiting for a reply, he jumped to Fu Xingjian’s chat box with a strong desire for survival, typing frantically: [Brother Jian, listen to my explanation. There is no child—I mean, the child isn’t mine, it’s my brother’s. Neither of you has even gotten married or taken a wife yet; how could I possibly have a child in secret behind your backs?]
After the messages were sent, the phone finally quieted down. Wen Yuhuai waited for a while with his nerves pulled taut. Just as he was about to put his heart back in his stomach, the phone ding-donged again.
Fu Xingjian: [I’m already here. Aren’t you going to bring my eldest nephew out to say hello?]
Sure enough, what was bound to come couldn’t be avoided.
The family’s criticism meeting against his eldest brother hadn’t ended yet, and he might be next on the chopping block. He didn’t want to go out and court bad luck right now, but the person outside clearly wasn’t going to be easily dismissed either.
Wen Yuhuai looked at the little guy playing happily on the side and lied through his teeth: [Your eldest nephew has been traveling all day and is already asleep.]
Fu Xingjian: [You can come down yourself then. I prepared a meeting gift for the nephew; I’ll just pass it to you.]
Wen Yuhuai wanted to find another excuse to fool him into leaving, but Lin Shiyu sent a message as well.
[Arrived. Come downstairs. Bring my eldest nephew too.]
“……”
Wen Yuhuai pulled open the curtains and looked downstairs. Sure enough, he saw two cars parked on the left and right sides of the main gate, standing guard like door gods.
Before he could look closely, the phone vibrated again. [Whose car is that next to mine? Who else is here?]
The message was from Lin Shiyu. Wen Yuhuai hesitated for a good while before replying: [Brother Jian is here too.]
The chat box showed “Typing…” again. After waiting for a long time, Lin Shiyu finally sent a message: [What is he doing here?]
Wen Yuhuai: […Same as you, to see the nephew.]
Lin Shiyu was unceremonious: [Make him leave.]
Wen Yuhuai wanted him to leave too—preferably both of them leaving together. But if his words were effective, these two cars wouldn’t be parked at the gate of his villa.
Before he could think of a countermeasure, Fu Xingjian urged him as well: [Why haven’t you come down yet?]
Wen Yuhuai let Wen Chi play in the room by himself and went out with a “smash the pot because it’s already cracked” attitude. Fortunately, the criticism meeting had moved to the study, so there was no one in the living room.
Wen Yuhuai breathed a sigh of relief, sneaked out the door like a thief, and immediately saw a slender figure leaning against a car smoking.
In the deep autumn night, Lin Shiyu wore a long trench coat. The hem of the coat billowed slightly in the wind. He was handsome and had a good figure; at a glance, he looked unrestrained and suave.
Wen Yuhuai had forgotten to wear a jacket. When the cool breeze blew, he couldn’t help but shiver, quickening his pace toward them.
Lin Shiyu held a cigarette between his fingers, the spark flickering faintly in the deep night. His pitch-black eyes seemed to merge with the night, staring quietly at him through the curling smoke.
“Where is my nephew?”
Wen Yuhuai rubbed his arms as if afraid of the cold. “Asleep. Speak, what’s the matter that you absolutely had to call me down for?”
Seeing him like this, Lin Shiyu frowned unconsciously. “Why didn’t you wear clothes?”
Wen Yuhuai: “Forgot.”
The second his voice fell, a coat still carrying body warmth was draped over his shoulders. The coat was a bit large, wrapping his whole person inside.
Wen Yuhuai lifted his eyes to look at Lin Shiyu, who was left wearing only a shirt. He subconsciously raised his hand to take off the trench coat and return it. “Aren’t you cold?”
Lin Shiyu’s hand pressed directly on his shoulder. “If I give it to you, wear it. That small frame of yours looks like it can’t withstand the cold.”
While the two were pushing back and forth, they suddenly heard the very distinct sound of a car door opening. Wen Yuhuai turned to look and saw Fu Xingjian get out of his car expressionlessly and slam the door shut with a bang.
Wen Yuhuai’s eyelid twitched again. He had forgotten about this great Buddha.
Fu Xingjian looked at the two of them, his voice faint and cold: “It’s not very appropriate for you two to be tugging and pulling at each other in front of me, is it?”
Wen Yuhuai wanted to kneel to him. What kind of words were these? How could two grown men be described as “tugging and pulling”? Was this term appropriate here? It made his teeth ache just listening to it.
Seeing that the coat couldn’t be returned, he simply wrapped it tighter, turned his head, and spoke to Fu Xingjian. “Brother Jian, what nonsense are you saying? What tugging and pulling? I forgot to wear clothes when I came out, so seeing that I was cold, he gave me his coat.”
Fu Xingjian stopped in front of the two, looked him up and down, let his gaze linger on the trench coat on his shoulders for two seconds, then slowly took off his own jacket. His tone was commonplace as he said, “Cold? Then take mine too.”
Wen Yuhuai wanted to refuse, but his shoulders sank noticeably as another coat pressed down on him.
“……”
Why did it feel like the two were secretly competing?
Saying no at this time would obviously be adding fuel to the fire. Wen Yuhuai silently bore the weight of the two coats, standing in place to continue dealing with them.
“Did you call me out because you have something to say to me?”
Fu Xingjian and Lin Shiyu’s eyes clashed in mid-air for a moment, then quickly looked away.
Of course, they had things to say, but now that there was a third party, some words were inappropriate to speak.
Fu Xingjian also lit a cigarette. After the crisp sound of the lighter, the flame flickered near his lips. The man’s beautifully shaped lips bit down on the cigarette, and the curling smoke gradually blurred his facial features.
Wen Yuhuai felt a bit of an itch watching him and couldn’t help asking: “Give me one.”
Fu Xingjian raised his eyebrows slightly and pulled a cigarette from the pack for him.
Wen Yuhuai took it, parted his lips, held the cigarette between his teeth, and then continued to look at him. “Lighter?”
Fu Xingjian took the lighter out of his pocket again but didn’t give it to him. Instead, he struck the flame, shielding the flickering fire with one hand while lifting his eyes to look at him. The meaning was clear.
Wen Yuhuai didn’t think much of it. He lowered his head and leaned close to his hand, lighting the cigarette in his mouth with the fire in his hand.
Fu Xingjian stared expressionlessly at the round back of his head, imagining the ecstatic taste of holding it and kissing him.
Wen Yuhuai quickly raised his head. The orange firelight accentuated his red lips, and the dark night highlighted his cold white skin. His lazy expression when blowing smoke rings made him look like a seductress; just one glance was enough to be soul-stirring.
Lin Shiyu took only one look and took half a step back as if he couldn’t stand it, creating some distance. He was afraid he would do something out of control—like that night, forcibly pulling the person into his arms and kissing those lips that looked so suitable for kissing.
No one spoke again. The three stood together and quietly finished smoking a cigarette. Only then did Wen Yuhuai return to the main topic: “What exactly is the matter? If you don’t say it, I’m going up.”
Fu Xingjian lifted his eyes. His dark brows and eyes stared at him unblinkingly, his gaze deeper than the night, yet the question he asked seemed to come out of nowhere. “Do you like children very much?”
Wen Yuhuai felt it was baffling. He looked at his expression and tentatively replied, “It’s okay.”
Beside him, Lin Shiyu adjusted the coat on his shoulder, his eyes slightly dim. “It doesn’t matter if you like children.”
You can adopt one from the orphanage in the future.
Wen Yuhuai was even more baffled. What did whether he liked children or not have to do with them? It wasn’t like he was having kids with them.
Fu Xingjian raised his hand and touched his cheek, feeling only coldness. “Go up first. There are irrelevant people present today; I’ll talk to you alone another day.”
Lin Shiyu sneered: “Who exactly is the irrelevant person? Someone shouldn’t make false countercharges.”
The atmosphere between the two became confrontational again. Wen Yuhuai had a sense of déjà vu, feeling like an old feudal emperor, while the two men in front of him were like two beautiful concubines fighting for his favor.
“Fine, then I’ll go up first. It’s cold outside; you guys should go back early too.” Wen Yuhuai turned and walked toward the courtyard. As he walked, he patted his head—how could such ridiculous images appear in his mind? He might have been frozen silly.
The two watched his back disappear from sight, slowly withdrew their gazes, and confronted each other in silence.
“He won’t like you. Give up early. Your family won’t allow you to like a man without scruples either.”
Fu Xingjian couldn’t be bothered to lift his eyelids, merely sneering: “Clean up the mess in your own family before talking to me. You right now are nothing more than a stray dog.”
The fingers hanging by Lin Shiyu’s side unconsciously clenched into fists.
The pale streetlights shone on them, stretching their shadows long and thin. Although the two were physically close, the atmosphere was dead silent and cold.
A moment later, the thump-thump-thump sound of footsteps broke their confrontation.
The two paused and looked up simultaneously with rare tacit understanding. They found that Wen Yuhuai had trotted back to them. He pulled the coats off his shoulders and draped them back onto the two men one by one.
“Almost forgot. Here, your clothes.”
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