Chapter 40: Gu Fei’s Drunkenness
Gu Fei had several assistants and secretaries, each responsible for a specific task. The assistant who came to pick up Lin Qingyan was a well-dressed man in his thirties, Gu Fei’s personal assistant, named Yang Jing.
Lin Qingyan politely addressed him as “Ge Yang.”
Yang Jing was simply following Mr. Gu’s instructions. He hadn’t expected the person to be such a fair, pretty young man, as delicate as a willow branch covered in morning dew.
“Ge Yang, is Mr. Gu busy with work?”
“That…” Yang Jing hesitated, unsure whether he should answer.
Another voice interrupted their conversation, “Looks like your Ge Fei didn’t come to pick you up, and you’re disappointed?” Lu Yuqi had somehow appeared beside Lin Qingyan, his tone and expression slightly teasing, looking less arrogant than their first encounter.
Yang Jing politely addressed Lu Yuqi as “Young Master.”
Lin Qingyan retorted, “No, don’t talk nonsense.”
He had been practicing with Lu Yuqi for the past few days, and their relationship had grown more familiar. This young master was outwardly cold but kind-hearted; on the surface, he seemed arrogant and aloof, and spoke little.
But appearances can be deceiving. Lu Yuqi was actually very warm-hearted. When Lin Qingyan encountered dance moves he couldn’t master, Lu Yuqi would proactively help correct him, teaching him movements and techniques.
When other trainees in the company secretly gossiped about whether Lin Qingyan had used backdoor methods to get in, Lu Yuqi shut them up with a single sentence.
It felt good.
Looking at Lu Yuqi’s teasing gaze, Lin Qingyan coughed uncomfortably and changed the subject, “Are you going home too? Do you want to go together?”
Lu Yuqi put his hands in his pockets and said coolly, “No, I’ll drive myself.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow.”
“Mm.”
Lin Qingyan got into the car and soon received a WeChat message from Lu Yuqi: Today is my uncle’s death anniversary.
It was a short, abrupt message, but Lin Qingyan immediately understood. Lu Yuqi was Gu Fei’s cousin, meaning his uncle was Gu Fei’s father, and today was the anniversary of Gu Fei’s father’s death.
He had learned online that Gu Fei’s father died in a car accident seven years ago, when Gu Fei was twenty years old.
Lin Qingyan lowered his eyes to look at Lu Yuqi’s message, his brow furrowed slightly with worry. What was Gu Fei doing right now? He must be very sad.
He sent a thank you to Lu Yuqi and then opened his contacts, clicked on the contact saved as “Mr. Gu,” and hesitated for a long time before finally not making the call.
In the end, he simply turned off the screen.
Gu Fei probably didn’t want to be disturbed right now.
Lin Qingyan absentmindedly watched the street scene outside the window when his phone suddenly vibrated. The incoming call was from the “Mr. Gu” he had just hesitated to call.
His heart throbbed. He quickly answered the call, calling him “Ge Fei” in a gentler tone than usual. The man on the other end was silent for two seconds before saying, “I sent my assistant to pick you up. Are you in the car?”
His tone was as calm as usual, showing no difference.
“Mm, I’m on my way back,” the young man pursed his lips, hesitating for two seconds before adding, “Ge Fei, I’ll wait for you at home.”
The young man’s voice, transmitted through the phone line, was as clear and shallow as a mountain spring, with a soft and gentle quality. Gu Fei tightened his grip on the phone, his heart tingling as if an electric current had passed through it.
He could almost imagine the young man’s appearance at that moment: holding his phone, lowering his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling, obedient and docile like a rabbit. He wanted to kiss him, to touch him.
However, the real Mr. Gu only responded with a restrained “Mm,” “I’ll be back late tonight, don’t wait for me to eat.”
Lin Qingyan nodded, “Okay, I understand…”
“Be good.”
Lin Qingyan: ?!?
“Then I’ll… I’ll hang up now, Ge Fei, goodbye!”
Before the man could speak again, Lin Qingyan, whose face was flushed red, immediately hung up the phone, his heart still pounding wildly, unable to calm down.
The man’s monosyllabic word had a magical effect, echoing in his mind, the low, magnetic “be good” replaying over and over, as if it were about to explode.
Assistant Yang looked at the young man’s flushed face in the rearview mirror and asked in confusion, “Young Master Lin, why is your face so red? Is it too hot in the car? Should I lower the air conditioning?”
Lin Qingyan: “…Mm, it’s a little hot. The weather is really hot today.”
Assistant Yang: “It sure is.”
Lin Qingyan: “…”
By the time they arrived at the villa, the sky had darkened. Heavy black clouds covered the sky, creating a sense of oppression, as if it was about to rain.
After dinner, Lin Qingyan went to his room to study, finding a math test to do. Although he hadn’t studied for a long time, his memories of the past two years after his rebirth were clearer.
Not only his age but also his memories had returned. He remembered this knowledge, so it wasn’t difficult.
When Lin Qingyan was in school, he was always among the top students. If these incidents hadn’t happened, he might be studying at a prestigious university in China right now.
But his mind was preoccupied with other things, and he studied listlessly, glancing outside every now and then. Was it going to rain?
Why hadn’t Mr. Gu come back yet?
Time passed slowly. A lightning bolt split the dark night sky, like a huge crack in the abyss, ready to swallow people whole, and then it started to rain.
The rain fell heavily, relentlessly drumming against the floor-to-ceiling window).
Lin Qingyan had reached the halfway point of his math test, but finally tossed his pen down in frustration. It was nine o’clock at night, and Gu Fei still hadn’t returned.
He took a shower, then lay listlessly in bed playing mobile games, his attention periodically drawn to the sounds outside. At ten o’clock, he finally heard something downstairs.
Lin Qingyan immediately put down his phone, quickly leaving the room and heading downstairs. Gu Fei had indeed returned, but he was being supported up the stairs by Butler Shen.
The man’s clothes were damp, his weight almost entirely supported by Butler Shen. His usually sharp, deep eyes were half-closed in a languid manner, his cheeks flushed, and the strong smell of alcohol was evident as he drew closer.
Gu Fei had been drinking, and heavily.
“Butler Shen, let me help you.”
Lin Qingyan hurried down, helping Butler Shen support the man’s other arm. Together, they managed to get Gu Fei into the bathroom and then into bed.
Even drunk, Gu Fei didn’t talk nonsense; he remained as silent as usual. His eyes were closed, but his brow was slightly furrowed, and he rubbed his temples, appearing uncomfortable.
“It seems Mr. Gu is quite drunk this time. He rarely gets this drunk,” said Butler Shen, sighing softly. He knew, of course, why Mr. Gu had drunk so much tonight.
But some things, without permission, he wouldn’t tell others.
“Butler Shen, go make some hangover soup. I can take care of Mr. Gu here.”
“Alright, thank you for your trouble.”
Butler Shen turned and left, closing the door behind him. When Lin Qingyan looked again, Gu Fei, perhaps feeling hot, was using one hand to undo the buttons of his shirt. Two buttons were already undone.
The man was wearing a black shirt, and now, with the collar open, a small patch of healthy, light tan chest was visible, rising and falling slightly with his breath, looking extremely alluring.
His long, slender hand continued to undo the buttons. Watching the man’s movements, Lin Qingyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he unconsciously swallowed. He quickly turned and went into the bathroom.
When Lin Qingyan returned, he had a damp towel in his hand. He sat by the bed, carefully wiping the sweat from Gu Fei’s face. Once he’d finished his face, his gaze involuntarily drifted downward, his ears tinged with a faint blush.
By now, all the buttons on the black shirt were undone, lying open to reveal the man’s clearly defined musculature, eight-pack abs, beautiful and sexy, full of power, rising and falling slightly with each breath…
At that moment, Lin Qingyan only had one thought:
“He really does look slim in clothes and muscular without them.”
It was still raining outside. Gu Fei’s clothes had gotten wet on the way back, and sleeping in them would give him a cold.
Lin Qingyan hesitated for a moment, then leaned over, attempting to completely remove the man’s shirt. However, as soon as his hand touched the fabric, his wrist was grasped.
He was startled. The man had opened his eyes at some point and was now looking at him quietly, his eyes hazy, clearly still not fully conscious.
“Brother Fei, your clothes are wet; let me take them off for you,” Lin Qingyan said nervously, remaining in his position, until Gu Fei released his hand and closed his eyes again.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
At that moment, a knock came on the door. Lin Qingyan jumped up like a startled rabbit. Butler Shen entered with the freshly brewed hangover soup, noticing nothing amiss.
“Xiao Yan, how is Mr. Gu?” In the past few days, Lin Qingyan and Butler Shen had become quite friendly, and Butler Shen no longer called him “Young Master Lin.”
“He’s fine, he’s already asleep,” Lin Qingyan replied naturally, taking the hangover soup. “Butler Shen, it’s late; you should go to rest. I can handle this.”
“Alright, then thank you for your trouble.”
After Butler Shen left, Lin Qingyan placed the soup on the bedside table and sat back down by the bed. He thoughtfully looked at the man’s handsome, mature face, then placed his hand on the man’s face.
The young man closed his eyes, gently stroking Gu Fei’s face, his fingertips tracing his eyebrows, nose, and mouth…carefully feeling the man’s features in his heart.
The familiar touch was exactly the same as in his memory.
Lin Qingyan’s fingertips trembled slightly, his eyes shimmering with moisture, the corners of his eyes already reddened.
It was him. Gu Fei was the man who had taken care of him in his past life.
Lin Qingyan was certain.
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