Chapter 50: Come Live at My House, Dengdeng
In Qiao Fangyu’s eyes, this group of people was like a pack of hungry wolves rushing forward. Besides their inherent crudeness, they also carried a filthy air.
Yu Deng was sweet all over, like a small strawberry—he was going to be defiled by this group!
Hearing this, those few people shot jealous glances at Qiao Fangyu. Seeing that Yu Deng still had his brows knit, his small palm-sized face full of gloom like a little whirlpool, they finally had the sense to disperse a bit.
Qiao Fangyu returned to Yu Deng’s side once more, acting quite carried away.
He completely treated himself as the “official spouse,” suppressing this group of people who were fighting for favor.
Sell them all off!
Ning Qian was truly afraid of being despised by Yu Deng and said urgently, “Dengdeng, I took a shower before coming out, and my family’s car has air conditioning; I didn’t sweat much.”
If he hadn’t stopped himself in time, Ning Qian nearly would have said the words “smell me.”
Would that be too perverted?
Through conversation, Yu Deng learned that Ning Qian was also a student at Nanda, in the Finance Department.
Nanda’s Finance Department was among the best in the entire Linjiang region and had exchange programs and collaborations with international financial firms; the admission cutoff was similar to that of Jiangcheng University.
So Yu Deng guessed that Ning Qian’s family must be in business.
Qiao Fangyu’s father was a university professor, and his grandfather had a food company that his mother was managing.
Qiao Haoyu’s family operated one of the top three timber factories in the province.
They were all wealthy sons; no wonder the original owner exerted all his effort to integrate into their circle. If he succeeded, the benefits overflowing from their hands would be enough for him to live without worry.
After chattering for a long while, Ning Qian couldn’t help but want to let Yu Deng speak. “Dengdeng, what do your parents do?”
According to the original plot, Yu Deng should create a family background for himself that wasn’t too bad—while not as good as this group, it couldn’t be ordinary either.
But Yu Deng blurted out: “My mother passed away.”
In an instant, the scene froze once more.
Ning Qian, who had asked the question, was so regretful he wished he could slap himself.
He also received condemnation from the others.
“What kind of ghost question are you asking?” Wasn’t this poking at someone’s pain?
“If you don’t know how to speak, keep your mouth shut. Chattering away—only you know how to talk?”
Qiao Fangyu remembered that Yu Deng was still staying at Zhou Yuejun’s house and mentally conjured up a grand drama.
Yu Deng had such fine skin and tender flesh; his original family shouldn’t be too bad. But because his mother died, his father must have remarried.
With a stepmother and her children in the house, he became an outsider, which was why he was kicked out and taken in by a “kind-hearted” relative.
The little beauty who had good grades, a good appearance, and a miserable background instantly captured everyone’s pity.
During the meal, they kept putting food onto Yu Deng’s plate. Peeled shrimp and crab meat—before Yu Deng could even finish, new pieces were added.
Looking at the plate that couldn’t even hold any more, Yu Deng had only swallowed a piece of chicken leg meat and felt it was stuck in his throat, unable to be swallowed.
But he didn’t want to waste food, especially since he was at someone else’s house.
He pulled at Qiao Fangyu’s clothes under the table and muttered in a small, anxious, and eager voice.
“I can’t eat anymore.”
Why did they keep giving him food?
His voice was very thin, like a kitten’s soft purr with a winding end. When it reached the ears of the people around him, it felt like a cat’s claw scratching at their hearts.
Ning Qian was truly fast; he already moved his chopsticks to put some into his own bowl. “It’s fine, it’s fine. We’ll eat it. If you can’t eat, just take a rest.”
After dinner, Qiao Fangyu cut the large cake, and the group took a group photo together.
It was still early. The group at the drinking table hadn’t left yet, so Mother Qiao invited everyone to join in entertainment activities—the adults were nothing more than playing cards and drinking tea.
“Xiao Yu, take them upstairs. You can sing or play games.”
The Qiao family’s villa was very large; just Qiao Fangyu’s bedroom alone, excluding the bathroom, was forty or fifty square meters.
Some people were playing game consoles, while Qiao Fangyu took Yu Deng and a few others to play Monopoly.
As the host, Qiao Fangyu set a prize.
It was an extremely delicate and beautiful crystal cup; it felt as if the water drunk from it would be sweet.
Yu Deng liked it very much and eventually won. Holding the cup, he looked at it this way and that, loving it intensely.
His small dimples sank in, looking sweeter and more intoxicating than the alcohol. His lips were also fleshy, soft, tender, and seductive, making it impossible for people to look away.
They only wanted to lean in like lapdogs.
Qiao Haoyu pouted with disdain. “What’s the big deal? Dengdeng, I’ll give you a better-looking one next time.”
“No, I’ll give you a set: one for water, one for coffee, and one for drinks.”
After speaking, he shot a glare at Qiao Fangyu.
Yu Deng played seriously. For the fruit and snacks fed to his mouth, he only needed to open his mouth.
Ning Qian, sitting to Yu Deng’s right, had a lively mind. “Dengdeng, you’re living at your relative’s house now; do you not have air conditioning?”
Ning Qian had heard a couple of things from Qiao Fangyu, but Qiao Fangyu’s tone seemed more like a warning for him not to speak nonsense.
“The temperature is so high now; sleeping at night is uncomfortable. You get covered in sweat and have to take a shower in the morning—it’s so troublesome.”
“Come live at my house. Every bedroom in my house has air conditioning.”
He didn’t hide his wolfish ambitions in the slightest.
The others, hearing this, also felt a surge of hostility in their eyes.
Immediately, they began to argue, all wanting to invite Yu Deng to their own homes.
Yu Deng was completely unaware of the infighting among the few. His clear and innocent eyes glanced at Qiao Fangyu’s hand, and he suddenly leaped up. His round eyes were slightly wide, his lips parted, and his expression was full of shock.
“It’s too late; I have to go back.”
It was only a few minutes until eight-thirty.
Qiao Fangyu was reluctant, his eyes glued to Yu Deng. “So early…”
However, thinking of Zhou Yuejun’s violent appearance, if Yu Deng were disobedient, he would surely be scolded.
Qiao Fangyu was unwilling for Yu Deng to suffer any grievance.
“There are no buses now. Should I have someone drive you back?”
Ning Qian, knowing that a slow mouth loses out, couldn’t wait to volunteer. “I know how to drive, and I haven’t drunk any alcohol. I’ll drive you!”
Yu Deng picked up his bag and tucked the cup inside. His dark lashes trembled. “No need, my family has come to pick me up.”
Qiao Fangyu hurried to scramble up from the floor and ran downstairs. “Then let me get you some cake and cream puffs.”
When seeing Yu Deng out, Ning Qian and the others also followed.
Qiao Fangyu didn’t want to part with Yu Deng; his expression was already tinged with the sadness of departure.
“Dengdeng, if that person isn’t good to you, y-you can come to my house…”
Qiao Fangyu still wanted to pour out his heart, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw Zhou Yuejun outside the iron gate.
Zhou Yuejun’s eyes were as dark as ink, murderous and bloody. Vicious glares swept over, tyrannical and merciless, as if he wanted to hack Qiao Fangyu to death.
The dark night, the eerie face, and the murderous atmosphere frightened Qiao Fangyu into a shiver, his legs nearly going weak.
Zhou Yuejun’s voice was cold and fierce: “No need. He has a home.”
After speaking, he took Yu Deng’s hand and pulled him out of the Qiao household.
“I’m leaving! Bye-bye!”
The night surged. The tall man led Yu Deng forward, yet behind them were gazes full of jealousy and hatred.
Yu Deng was muttering: “The cake was so delicious. Qiao Fangyu even gave me two to take away. Can we buy them for ourselves in the future too?”
“Why couldn’t we? They aren’t expensive.”
When Zhou Yuejun picked Yu Deng up to put him into the vehicle, his sharp, straight nose picked up a scent.
“You drank?”
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