Part 2
The Arrogant King, usually stone-faced and brooding, now had a bright smile, calling out “Auntie” and “Jiejie” sweetly. He just wanted to show off the big fish he’d caught. A trip to the countryside had really unleashed his true nature.
He had caught the most fish, and he’d even fallen into the pond earlier. His clothes and face were smeared with mud; he looked just like an unruly kid.
An Jing couldn’t help but laugh. He casually reached out and ruffled the young man’s head. “Alright, if we give any more away, we won’t have any left to eat. Let’s take the last few back for ourselves.”
“Look at all the mud on your face.” With that, the man’s hand moved from the youth’s head, his thumb gently wiping away a speck of mud from the corner of his eye. The cameraman and the other two guests immediately focused their attention on the pair.
Lu Yuqi instantly took half a step back, coughing awkwardly. “It’s fine, I’ll wash it off when I get back.”
The camera is still rolling, and An Jing isn’t reining it in at all. Because of his Weibo post, the rumors about their relationship are already flying all over the internet.
An Jing smiled, unconcerned. “Right, let’s head back then.”
“Let’s hurry back and shower. I’m all sweaty, it’s so gross, haha.” Qin He laughed without a care in the world, but internally he was screaming, Damn!
An Laoshi and Yuqi’s relationship is too intimate. So intimate that pink bubbles are practically popping up around them. They weren’t like this back when we were filming the drama, were they?
Could the online rumors actually be true? Are these two really a couple?
No way two straight guys interact like this!
Or… is this just a senior taking care of a junior? Then why doesn’t An Laoshi take care of me?
Back at the house, Lu Yuqi grabbed his clothes and headed to the bathroom to shower. Before he could close the door, a tall figure flexibly slipped inside, and with a click, locked the door. The movements were smooth and practiced.
Lu Yuqi: “…”
He watched the man, who was already lunging at him passionately, and heartlessly shoved him away, hissing in a low voice, “There are people right outside, and cameras in the room! Are you sick?”
“It’s fine. The door’s locked, and I covered the camera with a towel.” An Jing cornered him, ignoring his protests. He watched him with predatory eyes, closing in, his lips brushing against his ear as he whispered, “It’s been so long. Did you miss me? Hmm?”
“I didn’t!” Lu Yuqi turned his head to the side, avoiding him.
An Jing: “Hmm? Say that again?”
“You! Get your damn hands off me!”
“One more chance. Answer the question.”
The youth’s ears turned red. “I missed you.”
“Qiqi, I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment I saw you.”
…
Twenty minutes later, An Jing emerged from the room, satisfied. Qin He, who had just showered and come out of the room opposite, gave him a strange look. An Laoshi seems to be in a very good mood. Why is his lip broken…
An Jing: “What’s up?”
“Ah, nothing. Is Yuqi still not done showering?” Qin He quickly changed the subject.
An Jing: “Yeah, he’s still in the bathroom. Let’s head down first.”
It’s been twenty minutes, why isn’t Yuqi done showering? Qin He frowned, puzzled, but didn’t think much of it. “Mm, okay. Let’s go to the kitchen and see how dinner is coming along. I’m starving.”
Fifteen minutes later, Lu Yuqi slowly emerged from the bathroom. He had carefully checked the mirror before coming out. Thankfully, that bastard An hadn’t left any marks in obvious places.
Otherwise, in this hot weather, he really didn’t want to wear a scarf like an idiot.
Everyone was currently in the kitchen, helping out.
Just as Lu Yuqi walked in, he heard an “Aiya!” It was Liang Meiman, who had accidentally cut her finger while chopping meat.
“How is it? Are you okay?”
Liang Meiman: “I’m fine, just a little cut. An Jing, could you grab me a bandage?”
At that moment, Ma Yutao and Qin He were handling the fish, and Han Yun’er was busy stir-frying. Only An Jing was standing idly by, watching. Just as he was about to go find a bandage, Lu Yuqi, standing at the door, said, “I’ll get it!” and zipped off.
A moment later, he returned with a bandage from the staff and personally put it on for Liang Meiman.
A flash of surprise crossed Liang Meiman’s eyes, followed by a smile as she thanked him. “Thank you so much, Yuqi.”
“It’s nothing. If you need help with anything else, Meiman-jie, just let me know.” Just stop asking An Jing. Lu Yuqi gave her a smile and said very considerately, “I can chop the rest of the meat for you.”
“Oh, great! Thanks for the trouble.”
“No trouble.”
An Jing stood to the side, arms crossed, watching the scene like it was a play. This little brat…
Just then, Liang Meiman walked over to An Jing, standing with him to watch everyone work. She struck up a conversation. “It’s nice, isn’t it? Get a little injury, and a handsome young guy helps you with your work.”
“An Laoshi, where are you injured? Don’t tell me you’re just trying to slack off?”
“How would I dare slack off? I’m supervising everyone.”
They seem to be having a nice chat. Lu Yuqi paid attention to the conversation behind him, his mood gradually souring. He absentmindedly and awkwardly chopped the meat on the cutting board.
Besides making instant noodles and frying an egg, Young Master Lu had never cooked. The result was a sharp “Hiss—” as he cut his left index finger. A cut opened, and blood flowed.
The scene was strikingly familiar, having just happened moments before.
“…”
An Jing, who had been chatting with Liang Meiman, immediately strode over. He grabbed Lu Yuqi’s hand and rinsed it under clean water, his eyes overflowing with concern. “How could you be so careless? It’s bleeding.”
Lu Yuqi hmph-ed silently. Whose fault do you think it is?
An Jing turned to get a bandage and personally applied it for Lu Yuqi. Seeing the kid’s hidden, resentful gaze, he couldn’t help but smile helplessly. “Young Master Lu, I’ll cut it. You go play on the side.”
Lu Yuqi: “Fine.”
The surrounding crowd: “…”
Why are pink bubbles suddenly appearing in the air?
Liang Meiman was even more puzzled. What is this maneuver?
Could the rumors be true? Do An Jing and this young, handsome Lu guy really have something going on? So, the kid deliberately cut his hand just now? To get An Jing’s attention? Was he putting on a show for me?
Wow… if I think about it that way, it’s terrifying.
And… they’re so shippable.
And so, for the next hour, Liang Meiman stir-fried a dish and deliberately tried to personally feed An Jing a taste. An Jing subconsciously glanced in Lu Yuqi’s direction and quickly dodged.
Meanwhile, Lu Yuqi personally made a “smashed cucumber” dish. He truly smashed the cucumber to death; the scene was quite “bloody.” After smashing it, he added a ton of chili peppers and forcibly fed half of it to An Jing, who was left scrambling around the room looking for water.
His menacing gaze seemed to say: You like being fed by others, don’t you? Eat more! Eat it all, damn it!
At dinner, Liang Meiman deliberately sat next to An Jing. But Lu Yuqi moved his little stool over and squeezed right between them. An Jing had to struggle to keep from laughing.
From this, Liang Meiman concluded: The “Anqila” CP was real. Based on Lu Yuqi’s actions, it couldn’t be explained unless he liked An Jing. The looks and actions between them were so ambiguous!
It was like they were afraid people wouldn’t know!
So Lu Yuqi really sees me as a love rival. Hah, teasing the handsome young guy was actually pretty fun. She had no interest in An Jing in that way; the company just wanted her to hype up a CP with him to ride his popularity.
Looks like that CP isn’t happening now.
The moon was bright, the stars sparse. Outside, unknown insects chirped, rising and falling like a symphony. The lights in the house were bright. After dinner, everyone gathered again to chat and play games.
As they chatted, Lu Yuqi started to doze off. His upper and lower eyelids were fighting a losing battle. He was so tired he could fall asleep at any second, his head nodding until he almost fell over.
He had rushed to catch a flight early in the morning, sat in a car for three hours, and hadn’t rested since arriving, even going to the pond to catch fish. Even at twenty, with abundant energy, he couldn’t hold out any longer.
Just as his head nodded down again, An Jing, who had been watching him for a while, finally couldn’t help but tease, “Alright, stop ‘fishing.’ If you’re tired, go back to the room and sleep.”
Lu Yuqi forced his eyes open. “I’m not tired.”
“Still say you’re not tired? Your eyelids are already fighting,” Ma Yutao couldn’t help but tease. He checked the time. “It’s almost eleven. Why don’t we call it a night? Everyone go back and rest.”
“Sounds good. Goodnight, everyone!”
“Goodnight~”
Lu Yuqi returned to the room and collapsed onto the bed. An Jing once again covered the camera with a towel, walked fearlessly to the bed, and patted the young man’s butt. “Go wash up before sleeping.”
“Mm…” Lu Yuqi painfully climbed up from the bed and stumbled toward the bathroom, then thud, he walked headfirst into the door.
“Ah!”
An Jing: “…”
Young Master Lu really is a special talent.
Thankfully, the bump wasn’t serious, just a red mark on his forehead. After washing up, Lu Yuqi collapsed onto the bed again, pulled up the covers, and peacefully closed his eyes.
Suddenly, he felt an itch on the back of his hand, like something was… He opened his eyes and saw a large cockroach on the back of his hand, parading around victoriously.
Young Master Lu’s pupils constricted. A blood-curdling scream pierced the roof.
“AH!!!”
He violently flung the cockroach off, scrambled off the bed in a panic, and leaped onto An Jing like a monkey, his voice cracking in terror. “Cockroach! There’s a cockroach!!”
“Ah!!! It’s flying over!!”
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