Chapter 42: Fu Yue, Iâm Going to Pursue You
“Don’t go head-to-head with Dad and Big Brother; learn to use their own strength against them,” the second brother urged earnestly.
After listening, Fu Yue only felt a sense of speechlessness in his heart.
After going in a big circle, the second brother and his father had reached the same conclusionâthey both wanted him to hug a manâs thigh.
Go flirt with Ji Linye?
Wasn’t that sending him to his death?
If anything went even slightly wrong between Ji Linye and Chen Bai, Fu Yue would be instantly reduced to ashes.
As for Ji Hanmo…
Fu Yueâs thoughts involuntarily drifted away.
That manâs face emerged uncontrollably in his mind.
Fu Yue remembered the feeling of being watched by him for the first time when he first arrived in this world.
The fear, wariness, and urge to avoid him back then.
Later, their two interactions in the office, which could be described as exaggerated, were deeply impressionable.
Then, that rainy night when he was kicked out of the house…
He was the only person Fu Yue could think of to call for help.
Afterward, Ji Hanmo led him onto the stage to showcase his talent.
Fu Yue lowered his head and saw the tie on his chest.
The image surfaced in his mind of Ji Hanmo in the top-floor office, using those beautiful hands to untie Fu Yueâs tie and handing over his own, which still carried his body heat.
When he said, “Your face is so red, it seems the heating is too high,” in that low voice, a smile had flashed in those deep eyes.
Fu Yue couldn’t say why, but in this cold and hypocritical home tonight, recalling those moments of being strongly controlled by him, he didn’t feel offended. Instead, deep in his heart, an unexplainable trace of…
Security arose.
Leaving the second brotherâs room, Fu Yue stepped on the thick carpet of the hallway, his mind in a state of flux.
The antique wall lamps stretched his shadow very long.
Fu Yue stood at the fork in the hallway and dazed out for a while before realizing a difficult problemâwhere was his own room?
It wasn’t written in the book, so naturally, he didn’t know.
He couldn’t exactly turn back now and ask the second brother, “Hey, whereâs my room?” Heâd probably be sent to a mental hospital.
Fu Yue had a sudden idea and turned to go downstairs.
He walked straight toward the kitchen on the first floor and, as expected, saw the butler, Uncle Quan, checking over the ingredients.
“Young Master?” The butler was slightly surprised to see him. “Are you hungry? Or would you like something to drink?”
Fu Yue unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and said, “A light in my room keeps flickering. Could you come up and take a look for me?”
“Of course, please wait a moment.” The butler immediately put down what he was doing and took a toolbox from the wall cabinet.
Fu Yue followed the butler, slowly walking up the stairs.
Along the way, the butler asked softly in a gentle tone, “Master, was tonight… smooth?”
Fu Yue knew he was referring to his interaction with Fu Zhengâan, so he gave a “Mhm.”
The butler sighed. “The Master… he always takes business matters very seriously. Master, you should be more yielding in the future. For things youâre truly unwilling to do, dragging them out is also a method.”
Fu Yue could feel that this butler truly cared for the Young Master Fu.
Fu Yue whispered, “Thank you, I understand.”
The butler led him to a stop in front of a door.
Fu Yue pushed the door open and entered, his fingers fumbling for the switch by the door. With a snap, the indoor lights came on, steady and soft, without a single flicker.
“Eh, itâs suddenly fixed.” Fu Yue touched his head.
Standing by the door, the butler nodded with a smile. “Itâs good that itâs fixed.”
After saying this, he didn’t leave immediately, his kind gaze resting on Fu Yue.
“Master, I hope you can find someone you like as soon as possible.”
Fu Yueâs fingers curled unconsciously, as if poked by these words.
The butler smiled and lowered his voice, as if telling a secret. “If you already have someone in your heart, you might as well let them know. Young people should go and have a romance.”
Fu Yue gave a soft “Mhm.”
The door closed gently, and Fu Yue stood in place without moving.
After a long while, his gaze finally fell back onto this room of “Young Master Fu”âthe lighting was warm, yet it felt inexplicably empty.
The room was luxuriously decorated, with almost no signs of life.
He paced aimlessly, his gaze landing on a row of photo albums on the bookshelf.
He casually pulled one out.
Flipping to the first page, the “Fu Yue” of his teenage years came into view.
In the photo, he and Shen Junnian were wearing matching basketball uniforms, arms around each other’s shoulders, laughing freely under the sun.
Flipping further back, there were photos of the two traveling abroad together and skiing in Switzerland…
Every photo exuded the intimacy of childhood friends, fitting for the “official pairing” under the authorâs pen.
Fu Yueâs fingertips continued to slide.
There were photos with Jiang Ying later on, but very few. They were all group photos; there wasn’t a single individual photo of the two.
Further back was a grand group photo.
The background seemed to be the middle school auditorium, and the theme was a return visit from outstanding alumni for a speech.
In the very center of the crowd, the young man surrounded by everyone wasâ
It was Ji Hanmo.
Fu Yueâs gaze froze.
In the photo, Ji Hanmoâs face was only the size of a fingernail. He looked like a teenager, wearing a black suit.
Even then, his expression was cold, already having that powerful aura that kept people at a distance.
What was Fu Yueâs past actually like?
What had happened?
He was a bit curious.
Suddenly, he remembered the reward the system gave himâthe “Memory Fragment Restoration Agent,” which could be used to restore a memory not mentioned in the original work.
However, Fu Yue immediately dismissed the idea of using the item.
“A one-time item should be saved until itâs absolutely necessary in the future,” Fu Yue thought.
His fingertips brushed over Ji Hanmoâs brow in the photo, as if there were a real tactile sensation.
At this moment, an inexplicable sense of loneliness and emptiness swept over him.
He could no longer stand this cold and hypocritical “home.”
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The white Bentley drove steadily through the night, finally stopping in front of Fu Yueâs villa, where he hadn’t returned for a long time.
The car lights illuminated the front.
A purple Lamborghini was parked arrogantly at the villaâs entrance.
Fu Yue whistled in his heart; it was really handsome. This should be the “reconciliation” gift from the family.
However, Fu Yueâs gaze was drawn to the familiar Rolls-Royce beside it.
His heart felt as if it were lightly brushed by something.
The Bentley came to a steady stop, and the Fu family driver respectfully opened the car door for Fu Yue.
Just as Fu Yue stepped out, the rear window of the Rolls-Royce slid down silently, revealing a well-defined, handsome face.
Ji Hanmoâs gaze rested on him. “Aren’t you going to invite me in to sit for a while?”
His voice was deep, wrapped in the winter night wind, yet it made oneâs heart feel inexplicably warm.
When Fu Yue pushed open the villaâs front door, his fingertips were stained with a thin layer of dust.
The house, which had been unoccupied for some time, remained exactly as it was when he left.
The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room were tightly closed, and dust floated in the air.
Fu Yue reached out and pressed the smart home control center.
Floor lamps and wall lamps lit up one by one, and the fresh air system began to operate.
The moment the warm light spread, a muffled thud of a car door closing came from behind him.
As Ji Hanmo stepped into the foyer, Fu Yue smelled the faint scent of cedar on him.
“Sit anywhere,” he said to the man behind him and walked straight toward the open kitchen island.
“What do you want to drink? Help yourself to the fridge.” Fu Yue habitually turned on the faucet, wanting to wash his hands.
But unexpectedlyâ
Gurgle! Bang!
The water pipe suddenly made a strange noise, and water sprayed out violently. The bubbler on the faucet was forced off by the pressure and struck him on the cheekbone with a snap.
A burst of sharp pain hit him.
Fu Yue frowned and closed his eyes, water droplets sliding down his jaw.
Caught off guard, he was completely stunned.
Almost at the same moment, Ji Hanmo, who had just walked to the fridge, rushed over to him.
“Don’t move.” Ji Hanmoâs voice was very close. “Let me see.”
It was dark before Fu Yueâs eyes.
He only felt an anxious breath brush past his face, and his chin was gently held by fingers, while a thumb seemed to brush over the spot on his cheekbone.
“Try opening your eyes.” The man leaned extremely close.
Fu Yue trembled as he opened his eyes. A sliver of light entered his vision, followed by Ji Hanmoâs black eyes.
His thumb pad was warm as he held Fu Yueâs face to examine it carefully.
The force was very light and cautious.
In those calm eyes that always controlled everything, tension was revealed.
“Hissâ”
As his cheek was touched, Fu Yue involuntarily shrunk back.
“Does it hurt a lot?” Ji Hanmo quickly withdrew his fingers, his gaze still fixed on Fu Yueâs face.
“No, I just overreacted,” Fu Yue said embarrassedly.
“Your eye wasn’t hurt,” Ji Hanmo said in a low voice.
“Mhm, it should be fine.” Fu Yueâs voice was a bit dry. “I was just struck. Maybe the community fixed the water pipes while I was away.”
“Itâs red here; there might be a mark tomorrow.” Ji Hanmo lightly tapped Fu Yueâs cheek with his fingertip.
“Mhm,” Fu Yue gave a low response.
Having confirmed the injury, Ji Hanmo didn’t let go.
The two maintained this near-embrace posture, so close that their breaths were audible.
In the air, ambiguity was like fermenting wine, becoming richer and richer.
Fu Yueâs heart began to beat fast. He was the first to break the silence, his voice a bit unsteady. “You expected I would come back.”
Ji Hanmo finally let go and took half a step back, but those eyes were still looking into Fu Yueâs.
He nodded, considering it an admission.
Fu Yue spoke up. “You had me preside over the negotiation; the Fu family was bound to make overtures to me.”
“Mhm.”
“The car, the houseâthe things that were taken awayâwould all be returned at the first opportunity, and they would even up the ante to express the Fu familyâs sincerity,” Fu Yue said.
Ji Hanmo nodded again. “Do you mind? My… calculated strategy.”
Fu Yue met his gaze and shook his head, looking as if it were only natural. “Of course I don’t mind that you can grasp the situation.”
Ji Hanmo gave a satisfied smile.
He took another step toward Fu Yue, closing the distance between them again.
“The Fu family foundation is solid, and not without reason,” Ji Hanmo said. “They won’t let go of any bit of value that can be utilized on you.”
Fu Yue was silent.
Fu Yue had seen the Fu family in the business world for the first time today. Foolish on the outside but wise on the inside, retreating to advance, calculating and shrewd.
Ji Hanmo knew them better than he did.
Everything he said was the truth.
“Therefore,” the tall manâs gaze was like a fine net, trapping Fu Yue firmly within it, “you need a sufficiently strong backer.”
He stepped forward another half-inch, and the two were almost pressed together.
“Fu Yue, let me be your backer.”
Fu Yue looked up in surprise.
He instinctively wanted to step back, but his lower back hit the cold edge of the island; there was no room to retreat.
He lifted his head, meeting those eyes that seemed capable of seeing through everything.
“Why?”
Ji Hanmo looked at his slightly reddened cheeks and the confusion in his eyes.
He gave a low chuckle, the sound deep and sexy, making Fu Yueâs ears go numb.
“Let me put it more bluntlyâ”
“Fu Yue, Iâm going to pursue you.”
“Is that reason enough?”
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