Chapter 81: Green Tea Little Lin
“A-Yu, my love is different from theirs. They only know how to plunder and take, but I will lift you up. I’ll support you in doing whatever you want to do and going wherever you want to go.”
“You can try to accept my feelings. Or, you can refuse. I’ll still help you just the same. You know that I could never say no to you.”
Wen Yuhuai’s gaze finally landed on him bit by bit.
It was no longer cold, angry, or indifferent, but carried a hint of hesitation and contemplation.
He lowered his eyes to quietly observe this long-time close friend, looking at his eyes and every tiny facial expression, weighing in his heart how much of these words were believable.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally asked, as if out of pure curiosity: “What are you after?”
“You say you can do anything for me, even without reward. Then tell me, what are you after?”
Lin Shiyu simply smiled. The light from the crystal chandelier hit his face directly, illuminating his expression clearly. He repeated Wen Yuhuai’s question word by word, as if asking himself: “What am I after?”
Soon, he gave the answer.
“I’m after a chance to stay by your side. Regardless of the capacity, as long as you don’t feel disgusted by my presence the way you do with them, then everything I do is meaningful.”
Wen Yuhuai watched him with a complex gaze for a long time. “Just staying by my side is enough? You know I won’t like men, so are you going to watch me get married and have children?”
A ripple finally appeared in Lin Shiyu’s eyes, which were filled with Wen Yuhuai’s reflection. He seemed to want to keep smiling, but in the end, he couldn’t. “It’s impossible to say I wouldn’t care at all. But I won’t ruin your life. Perhaps when the day comes that I can no longer bear it, I’ll leave you of my own accord.”
It sounded like a deal where Wen Yuhuai couldn’t lose. His attitude finally softened a bit. He raised his hand, his fingertip gently touching the striking bruise and scrape on Lin Shiyu’s cheek.
Lin Shiyu instinctively nuzzled his cheek against Wen Yuhuai’s palm. “He hit so hard. It really hurts.”
Wen Yuhuai thought back to the injuries on Fu Xingjian’s face. Both of them had been ruthless, hitting to kill.
“Is there a first-aid kit at home?”
Lin Shiyu’s fingers lightly brushed against Wen Yuhuai’s waist, applying a bit of pressure. A second before Wen Yuhuai could feel offended, Lin Shiyu used the support to stand up, explaining: “Sorry, I was kneeling on the floor for too long. My legs are a bit numb. You don’t mind me leaning on you for a second, do you?”
Wen Yuhuai: “…”
He’d already leaned on him; it was a bit late to ask now.
He didn’t nitpick over such a small thing and asked again: “Where is the first-aid kit?”
Lin Shiyu: “On the top shelf of the foyer cabinet.”
Wen Yuhuai followed the directions and found the kit. He took out medical cotton swabs, alcohol, iodine, and medicine for bruises.
“Come here.” He sat on the sofa with the supplies and gestured with his hand, like he was calling a puppy.
Lin Shiyu obediently walked over and sat beside him.
Wen Yuhuai lowered his head to treat the wounds. His lips were pressed tight and his face was expressionless, but his movements were incredibly meticulous. Their overlapping shadows looked like a pair of lovers.
After treating the wounds, Wen Yuhuai checked the time. It was already 3:30 AM. It would be dawn soon.
“Go to sleep. Since he’s chased us all the way to Haishi, he definitely won’t let it go. You need to rest to have the energy to deal with him.”
Wen Yuhuai massaged his temples and stood up, bypassing him to go to his own room.
Lin Shiyu sat on the sofa, watching his lingering back for a long time without moving. His gaze dimmed uncontrollably.
Things had finally reached this stage.
But the situation was a bit better than he had anticipated. At least Wen Yuhuai hadn’t rejected him outright. As long as there was no clear rejection, he still had a chance.
Perhaps because too many things had happened that night, Wen Yuhuai’s sleep was very restless. His heart was burdened, and he woke up shortly after dawn, drenched in sweat. His heart pounded so violently it felt like it would jump out of his chest.
The bedroom was silent. A sliver of the rising sun peeked through the curtains he hadn’t closed tight, illuminating the room. Wen Yuhuai checked the time. He had slept for about three or four hours, but he still felt weary to his bones, more tired than if he hadn’t slept at all.
He used some strength to prop himself up. After staring blankly into space for a while, he got up and went to the bathroom to tidy himself up.
The outside was also silent; he couldn’t hear anything from inside the room. Not knowing what was happening outside, Wen Yuhuai pushed the door open to take a look. The moment he opened the door, he smelled the distinct scent of cigarette smoke.
It was as if someone had been sitting in the living room smoking all night; the scent was almost ingrained into the air.
Thinking it was Lin Shiyu, Wen Yuhuai’s brow furrowed. He stepped out, and as he walked through the hallway, he met a pair of bloodshot eyes. The man was staring straight at him, the dark circles under his eyes making it obvious he hadn’t slept all night.
“Awake?”
Wen Yuhuai’s expression changed almost imperceptibly. “How did you get in?”
Fu Xingjian didn’t answer. He simply stubbed out his cigarette and let out a low laugh, his heavy gaze never leaving Wen Yuhuai. “Last night you only told me to leave but kept him here. Such favoritism. You have no idea how agonizing it was for me waiting outside. Every minute and every second, I was terrified you two were hooking up behind my back.”
“Just thinking about that possibility made me so jealous I almost went insane.”
Wen Yuhuai leaned loosely against the wall. Hearing this, he only let out a cold sneer. “I’m not as famished as you are.”
Fu Xingjian’s lips curved. His handsome face no longer possessed its usual refined elegance; it was filled with a chaotic, wicked energy he couldn’t suppress.
“That’s good then. Last time in the villa, seeing you cry so pitifully, I ended up letting you go. If I had known, I wouldn’t have been so soft-hearted. If I had eaten you sooner, I wouldn’t have to worry about others getting there first.”
The expression on Wen Yuhuai’s face changed again. That tiny bit of a smile vanished, replaced only by a sharp indifference.
“I think you really want to die.”
Fu Xingjian laughed again. The wound on the corner of his mouth, which had just formed a thin scab, tore open once more. Bright red beads of blood seeped out, staining his lips and adding to his demonic aura. “If I could die at your hands, that wouldn’t be so bad.”
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