Chapter 43: Sleeping in Your Bed with My Outer Clothes On is Impolite
The next day, Fu Yue woke up in the large bed of his own bedroom.
Bright sunlight shone through the curtains onto his quilt.
In the air, there seemed to be a faint, lingering scent of cedar.
He lifted his hand, his thumb pad unconsciously touching his forehead.
Last night’s memories were like a jumbled film.
Fu Yue’s recollection was frozen at Ji Hanmo’s confession.
“Fu Yue, I’m going to pursue you.”
And after that?
After that… Fu Yue snapped his eyes shut, and the images of last night instantly rushed into his mind—
Ji Hanmo’s arms were propped on the island, confining Fu Yue in the tiny space before his chest.
His breath was only inches away.
Despite the fact that deep in his heart, Fu Yue’s feelings for Ji Hanmo carried a faint sense of security…
Being truly pinned to an island by a man still made Fu Yue’s heart pound uncontrollably.
The pressure of such close contact was simply too strong.
Tension rose instinctively in his body, and he subconsciously wanted to escape from under Ji Hanmo’s arms.
And he did just that.
Fu Yue felt he was very flexible; he nimbly lowered his body and dodged to the other side of the island, facing the man from across the wide countertop.
However, he seemed to have forgotten what else was on that island.
The day he was kicked out of the Fu family, it was raining heavily.
He had received a call from home, and it was Shen Junnian who drove him to the Fu family mansion.
When the two left, they left behind a cardboard box on the table that had been soaked by rain and had fallen apart during the scuffle.
Inside the box was an entire crate of—adult toys!
And at this moment, this broken box happened to be between Fu Yue and Ji Hanmo.
Ah!
Fu Yue wanted to die.
The same thing was actually going to cause his social death twice!
Fu Yue could still vividly remember Ji Hanmo’s reaction at the time.
His gaze had slowly swept over and landed on those items.
He didn’t laugh, didn’t even show a hint of surprise; he merely used a scrutinizing gaze to look at every item inside.
Then, his voice carried a fatal magnetism:
“Your taste… is a bit cuter than I imagined.”
“Just as well; it saves me from having to buy them. In the future, we can all make use of them.”
Recalling this, Fu Yue snapped upright in bed, then fell back powerlessly, pulling the quilt over his head and letting out a wail.
He remembered now; after Ji Hanmo said that sentence which could be considered off the charts in terms of embarrassment… he… he seemed to have “fainted” directly because his brain CPU had completely burned out.
In the past, Fu Yue hated “frail beauties” the most.
As a result, he himself had actually fainted twice in front of Ji Hanmo within three days.
Although the first time was fake.
But this time—the accumulation of continuous high-intensity work, plus only having a few hours of sleep last night, going home today and being constantly tense, having barely eaten a few bites of food, and his heart going cold again and again.
He had indeed reached his limit.
So, Ji Hanmo was the one who carried his weak self back to the room?
Ah, someone just kill him.
Fu Yue buried his head in the quilt, engaging in profound self-destruction.
“Fu Yue.”
A deep voice, carrying the hoarseness unique to early morning, sounded by his ear.
A hallucination.
It had to be a hallucination.
He had been so stimulated last night that he was starting to have auditory hallucinations now.
Fu Yue held the quilt tighter, trying to shut out this demonic voice.
However, the next second, he clearly felt the mattress beside him dip.
Warmth was transmitted through the thin quilt, carrying an overwhelming sense of presence.
The faint scent of cedar from earlier became clear; the source was just inches away.
Fu Yue turned his head with difficulty.
The quilt slid off his face.
And then, he saw it.
Ji Hanmo was lying right beside him, having just rolled over. Those eyes, deep as the sea, were looking at him unblinkingly.
“You’re finally awake.”
Seeing his expression as if he’d seen a ghost, Ji Hanmo’s thin lips quirked up slightly.
“Surely it’s not that surprising; it’s not the first time,” Ji Hanmo said in a relaxed tone.
What “not the first time”?
Those words were too easy to misunderstand!
Although the last time Ji Hanmo woke up in his bed was only three days ago.
“After I carried you back last night,” Ji Hanmo explained, his gaze resting on Fu Yue’s face, “although you woke up, your body temperature was a bit low. I wasn’t comfortable leaving you here alone, so I stayed.”
This reason was completely logical.
It would have been illogical if he had just left.
But…
“If I slept in the guest room, I was afraid I wouldn’t know if something happened here.” Ji Hanmo seemed to have already seen through his thoughts.
Fu Yue: “…”
Fine, this reason could be considered… barely valid.
But what was with this clean, soft set of pajamas he was wearing?
Ji Hanmo’s gaze rested on Fu Yue. “You were wearing a formal suit; you couldn’t rest properly.”
This also barely counted as an explanation for not only carrying him back to the room but also undressing him and putting him in pajamas.
But Fu Yue still had a questioning look, staring at the man before him, his gaze falling on the man’s well-defined chest.
“As for me…” Ji Hanmo paused. “Sleeping in your bed with my outer clothes on is impolite.”
Ji Hanmo lowered his eyes to look at himself, then looked up at Fu Yue with an innocent expression.
Thud!
Fu Yue fell back onto the bed, completely unwilling to pay him any more attention.
“Do you still want to play with my eyebrows?”
“Get lost!”
—
Ji Hanmo’s declaration of “I’m going to pursue you” didn’t leave Fu Yue any room for refusal.
Fu Yue was helpless.
Fortunately, it wasn’t a “forced” situation.
“Pursuing” was still within the range of what Fu Yue could accept; he could just decline.
However, the subsequent development was a bit different from what he had imagined.
Fu Yue had originally thought his life would encounter a storm—the so-called domineering CEO-style “pursuit.”
But the expected overwhelming roses, the luxury cars attracting onlookers, or the awkward public declarations of love never happened.
On the surface, Fu Yue’s life seemed no different from the past.
That man was still swift and decisive, rarely seen at the company.
It was as if that confession was just a dream.
But Fu Yue knew it wasn’t a dream.
He discovered that the “boundaries” of his life were being quietly changed.
Ji Hanmo never said it explicitly, but he used his actions to isolate Fu Yue from all unpleasantness.
His pursuit was full of “high-class feel.”
It seemed he had already predicted that a blunt offensive would make Fu Yue defensive.
Ji Hanmo simply bypassed all paths that might trigger a refusal.
He was a bit shameless.
But it was certainly effective.
Difficult partners in the project suddenly became reasonable; colleagues who had gossiped about Fu Yue behind his back were transferred to other departments; even the daily afternoon tea catered to his tastes.
“Young Master Fu, these are newly arrived Yunzhou coffee beans. The Chairman asked me to bring a bag to you.” Monica knocked and entered.
Before he knew it, Fu Yue had actually begun to get used to it.
This day, just as Fu Yue was working himself into a state of sleepiness, Shen Junnian made a phone call.
“Fu Yue, the maiden voyage ceremony for the Purple Star Moon cruise ship! I’ve sent you an invitation! The room is on the floor with the best view!”
The Purple Star Moon was a large cruise ship recently acquired by the capital tycoon, Zou Jin.
The maiden voyage would start from Baisha Island, passing through a stretch of offshore waters. The destination was a private islet called “Dream Mist Island.”
That islet was hailed as a “Jade of the Sea.” The silver sand was fine, the green forests swayed, and the seawater was azure and transparent; it was a dreamlike paradise isolated from the world.
The cruise would last three days and three nights, and many of the city’s prominent figures would attend; the invitations were highly sought after.
Hearing Shen Junnian’s excited voice, Fu Yue couldn’t feel happy.
He could almost imagine that on that invitation, besides his name, there would likely be a title—”Shen Junnian accompanied by partner Fu Yue.”
In the original work, Fu Yue was indeed invited by Shen Junnian.
Furthermore, in the cruise plot, the author had very vaguely written a sentence about him and Shen Junnian leaving the room one after another to go to the restaurant.
This hinted that they were staying together.
If he wanted to be faithful to the original work, then he…
Fu Yue shuddered.
If it were before, he would have gritted his teeth for the 100 million. At worst, after boarding the ship, he could just stay out all night every day.
But now that a character like Ji Hanmo had emerged, if he stayed in a couple’s suite with Shen Junnian again, it would probably stir up a bloodbath.
Ji Hanmo wasn’t as direct; he had casually asked if he wanted to go to the maiden voyage together. When Fu Yue didn’t speak, he didn’t press him.
Fu Yue naturally had his own ideas.
No, absolutely not.
He couldn’t go with either of them.
To attend the maiden voyage ceremony, Fu Yue had another clever trick.
“Chen Bai, where are you?”
“I’m volunteering at the House of Sunshine.” The background noise on Chen Bai’s end was noisy.
“I’ll come find you,” Fu Yue glanced at the time. “I’ll wait for you to finish, and we can go eat together on the way.”
Half an hour later, Fu Yue’s Lamborghini stopped in front of the entrance to this sanatorium for autistic patients.
The sanatorium had a beautiful environment, like a pretty manor in a forest.
Following the address Chen Bai gave him, Fu Yue found the Sunshine Activity Room in Building 3.
As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Chen Bai.
In the activity room, Chen Bai was crouching in front of a young girl, constantly coaxing her with something.
The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a clean white hospital gown. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, and her features were as exquisite as a doll’s.
But she was hugging her knees, huddled in a corner, as if using silence to reject the entire world.
Fu Yue felt the girl looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he had seen her.
A nurse stood beside the girl, equally helpless.
Fu Yue’s footsteps stopped.
He quietly retreated back to the doorway.
Both Chen Bai and the nurse’s attention were focused on the girl, and neither noticed Fu Yue had entered.
Click.
Fu Yue opened his backpack and took out a thin laptop.
He sat on the floor against the wall.
He seemed to recall something for a short while. Then, his fingers began to tap rapidly on the keyboard.
In the activity room, Chen Bai was still trying to communicate with the girl.
“Sister Muyu, did you draw this? Do you like little bears?”
“How about we go for a walk in the garden? The sun is lovely today…”
The girl in the corner remained motionless.
Just then, a gentle melody slowly rose from the corner.
Tinkle, tinkle. A simple music box accompaniment, like morning dewdrops dripping onto leaves.
Everyone’s movements stopped, and they all looked toward the source of the sound.
They saw Fu Yue focused on his laptop screen, seemingly debugging something.
Miraculously, the girl huddled in the corner was no longer so tense.
She seemed to have a reaction to the music; her head, buried in her arms, moved slightly.
Fu Yue noticed it.
He slowly slid into the activity room, turned the laptop toward the girl, and then gently pressed the enter key.
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