Chapter 33: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (33)
Jiang Qingyan’s Adam’s apple rolled.
Fu Sizhao’s words were like a fine needle, pricking the calm he deliberately maintained.
He turned his head, gaze falling on the safety indicator light at the end of the corridor, fingertips unconsciously curlingā
On what basis?
This question churned in his heart, yet he suddenly didn’t want to delve into the answer.
After a moment of silence, he spoke coldly, “It has nothing to do with whether his surname is Jiang or not. As long as he is in the Jiang family for one day, it’s not the turn of outsiders to have designs on him.”
Fu Sizhao raised an eyebrow, evidently not believing his rhetoric. “Outsider? I thought you couldn’t wait for something to happen to him.”
He and Jiang Qingyan grew up together, knowing each other too well. Before, when mentioning Shen Tangqing, the disgust in his tone couldn’t be hidden.
How much time had passed, and he was already protecting him?
Also true.
From not letting him take Shen Tangqing to the special venue a few days ago, andāletting Shen Tangqing call him Brother, one could see the change in Jiang Qingyan’s attitude toward Shen Tangqing.
It’s just that.
Were Jiang Qingyan’s feelings for Shen Tangqing really just those of an older brother to a younger brother?
Jiang Qingyan didn’t know Fu Sizhao’s thoughts.
He didn’t respond to Fu Sizhao’s words.
He just fished a box of cigarettes from his pocket, shook one out with his fingers, holding it in his hand but not lighting it.
Pausing for a few seconds, he spoke, tone exceptionally cold.
“Anyway, don’t let me see this kind of thing again. Otherwise, don’t blame me for not giving you face.”
Fu Sizhao was stunned.
Fu Sizhao, who usually wore a refined and gentle mask, finally turned his face cold after hearing Jiang Qingyan’s vaguely threatening words.
A trace of incredulity surfaced in his eyes.
A nameless fire spread from the bottom of his heart.
“Ah Yan, you’re getting angry at me for Shen Tangqing? Are you crazy? What is he? Worthy of you warning me like this?”
[Note: Forbidden to chaotic ship CP. Fu and Jiang grew up together, brothers who shared a pair of pants. In his view, Jiang hates Shen. His status as a sworn brother is naturally higher in his heart than this child brought in by a mistress. Substitute your own childhood best friend to understand his psychology at this moment.]
The hand Jiang Qingyan used to pinch the cigarette tightened abruptly, deforming the filter.
He didn’t look at Fu Sizhao’s face, didn’t even dare to meet his eyes, still repeating that slightly pale sentence.
“Ah Zhao, he is a member of my Jiang family.”
Fu Sizhao sneered.
“Jiang family member, Jiang family member. Ah Yan, is his surname Jiang? Is his household registration in your Jiang family?”
Facing Fu Sizhao’s pressing interrogation, Jiang Qingyan couldn’t answer a single sentence because what he said was the truth.
Fu Sizhao looked at his silent profile, only feeling blocked in his heart.
He didn’t know why he was so angry.
Perhaps it was Jiang Qingyan’s bias, disrupting his plan.
Or perhaps that unspeakable thought toward Shen Tangqing in his own heart was stirred into turmoil at this moment.
After two seconds, he spoke coldly. “Ah Yan, I can leave Shen Tangqing alone, but think clearly yourself what your feelings for Shen Tangqing are. Don’t fall into it when the time comes!”
Fu Sizhao finished speaking and added, “I didn’t drug the wine tonight. I wouldn’t stoop to using such methods on Shen Tangqing.”
It wasn’t until Fu Sizhao turned back to the private room that Jiang Qingyan slowly raised his eyes.
The cigarette in his hand was unsmokeable. He walked to the reception chair aside and sat down, throwing the cigarette into the ashtray in front of him, then took out another one to light.
Slowly taking a puff.
Heh~
He hooked his lips in self-mockery.
What feelings could he have for Shen Tangqing?
Just seeing him not as annoying as before, that’s all.
Although Jiang Qingyan had never been in love, he always felt he was straight. He never thought in that direction.
How could he like men!
Taking ten thousand steps back, even if he really liked men, it couldn’t be Shen Tangqing.
Just like Fu Sizhao said.
Shen Tangqing, wasn’t worthy!
After finishing a cigarette, Jiang Qingyan got up to return to the private room.
Picking up his jacket from the sofa, he dropped a polite sentence to the group, then lifted his chin at Shen Tangqing. “Let’s go.”
Wen Ci watched the backs of the two leaving, fingers scraping heavily on the rim of the wine glass, a trace of gloom flashing in his eyes.
Fu Sizhao extinguished his cigarette, speaking faintly. “Ah Yan is protecting Shen Tangqing. You’d better not have crooked ideas.”
Wen Ci suddenly turned to look at him, asking a nonsensical question. “What about you?”
Fu Sizhao sneered, saying nothing, only downing the wine in front of him in one go.
Lu Yanli, sitting in the corner, suddenly stood up.
“It’s getting late, I’m going back too.”
“Brother Lu, weren’t we saying we’d go to Blue Moon later?” Wen Ci asked.
Lu Yanli’s face had no emotion, voice also flat. “Another day! Not interested today.”
Fu Sizhao’s scrutinizing gaze fell on Lu Yanli. An idea that was somewhat incredible but felt reasonable flashed through his mind.
Lu Yanliādid he also take a fancy to Shen Tangqing?
If that was really the case, then that would be truly interesting.
The designated driver drove the car steadily.
Neon lights outside the window were gradually swallowed by the night, leaving only street lamps casting fleeting shadows on the car window.
The back seat was spacious, and the temperature in the car was suitable.
Whether it was the aftereffect of the alcohol kicking in, Shen Tangqing leaned against the seat back, only feeling his brain was dizzy. Head tilting gently to one side, he couldn’t resist the sleepiness after a while and slowly closed his eyes.
Jiang Qingyan sat aside, eyes lowered, thinking about something unknown.
Hearing the sound of Shen Tangqing’s even breathing beside his ear, he came back to his senses. Shen Tangqing was already asleep.
The young man’s hair stuck softly to his cheek, a few strands hanging on his forehead. Long eyelashes cast a shallow shadow under his eyes.
Tilting his head, revealing half a section of white neck, shoulders slumping slightly, revealing a defenseless docility.
Jiang Qingyan’s gaze suddenly couldn’t move away.
Until sudden honking outside the window recalled Jiang Qingyan’s scattered thoughts.
He suddenly felt somewhat flustered.
How could he stare at a man for so long? And this man was Shen Tangqing whom he had always hated.
Butā
Shen Tangqing like this didn’t seem so annoying.
As soon as this thought popped up, it was forcibly suppressed by him.
He frowned, moving his gaze to look out the window, but his heart seemed to have a small bug drilled into it, itchy, lingering.
The car bumped slightly over a speed bump. Shen Tangqing’s head tilted to the side. Jiang Qingyan subconsciously reached out to support him.
However, Shen Tangqing’s eyelashes trembled, waking up from his dream.
Jiang Qingyan quickly withdrew his hand again. Everything was fast like an illusion.
“Brother Yan, how much longer to arrive?” Shen Tangqing hummed lightly, eyes not opening, voice wrapped in sleepiness, soft and sticky.
This “Brother Yan” was like a feather, landing lightly on the tip of Jiang Qingyan’s heart. His breathing instantly became chaotic.
Turning his head, looking at Shen Tangqing who was still reluctant to open his eyes, the emotions in his eyes were incredibly complex.
There was doubt, panic, and a trace of uncontrollable care that even he hadn’t noticed.
He even thought demonically.
If Shen Tangqing is always this well-behaved, I will always protect him.
Seeing Jiang Qingyan ignoring him, Shen Tangqing opened his eyes reluctantly.
Glancing at the buildings outside the window.
Still a while from the Jiang house.
He shifted to a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again.
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