Chapter 51: I Said I’m a 0, He Said I’m Impotent
In front of the coconut stall on the beach, the stall owner was skillfully opening young coconuts.
At this moment, in front of the small stall stood the three men who could least be offended on the whole island.
Ji Hanmo was expressionless.
He took a sip of fresh coconut juice and watched the two jet skis far out at sea, saying nothing.
Pei Luomian was as calm as a light breeze.
“Look, he’s so smart,” he said to Shen Junnian beside him. “He knows how to use a new trouble to solve an old one.”
As he spoke, his gaze passed over Shen Junnian and landed on Ji Hanmo.
The meaning was more than obvious—Ji Hanmo was the “old trouble” Fu Yue wanted to shake off.
Shen Junnian was in no mood to pay attention to these surging undercurrents.
He sucked on his drink irritably and complained in a low voice, “What on earth is he doing? Isn’t there enough trouble already? Why is he jumping into a wolf’s den again?”
Under these three gazes, each with its own agenda, the chase at sea finally ended with Fu Yue “running out of ammunition and food.”
Fu Yue’s physical strength was mediocre to begin with.
After all that tossing and turning, by the time he returned to shore, he was like a person whose bones had been removed, slumped limply on a beach chair, panting heavily.
“Fu Yue, are you okay?” Chen Bai ran over with a worried face, naturally reaching out to knead Fu Yue’s aching waist.
“Is your physical weakness getting better?” Chen Bai asked in a low voice.
The tip about Fu Yue’s “deficient constitution” in the Ji Group’s secretarial office had still not been removed.
Chen Bai usually did what he could, putting some effort into the company’s catering.
Goji and red date tea, deer antler and astragalus drink, black sesame and walnut paste, oyster and leek sets.
A wide variety of tricks, all with painstaking effort.
At this time, Kevin walked over, looking high-spirited.
The look in his eyes was one of “determined to win.”
He grabbed Fu Yue’s wrist and dragged him toward the BBQ area without a word. “Come on, I’ll treat you to grilled oysters.”
The BBQ area was busy, and the air was filled with the scents of cumin, garlic, and seafood.
On the massive iron racks, over twenty plump oysters were sizzling under the charcoal fire.
The aroma of garlic was forced out by the heat, making one’s mouth water.
Fu Yue, however, felt his legs go weak just looking at them.
While skillfully instructing the waiter on something, Kevin occasionally looked up to give him a bewitching glance.
Something was wrong.
Fu Yue felt that this… this was definitely the rhythm of “checking the results” after finishing the “supplements”!
Fu Yue suddenly thought that there was a crucial point he had to make clear to Kevin.
Once it was explained, maybe all the problems would be solved.
Fu Yue had just reviewed the content of the novel.
Kevin, the international supermodel, was a “Queen Shou” (bottom).
That’s why he would chase Ji Linye; after all, he was a famous “Emperor Gong” (top).
Now that he had made a mid-way turn and fallen for him at first sight, he surely hadn’t had time to investigate his “model type.”
Pah, what model type.
To be precise, it was the type of the original host of the novel, Fu Yue.
This Fu Yue was also a shou!
Two gongs falling in love could at least switch roles. Two shous—that was just staring at each other blankly.
Having figured this out, Fu Yue was open and honest.
“Kevin.”
He had a serious face.
“I think we aren’t suitable.”
Kevin was putting a freshly grilled oyster onto Fu Yue’s plate.
He looked up upon hearing this, his azure-blue eyes carrying a hint of confusion.
“Where are we unsuitable?”
Fu Yue used all the subtlety of his life: “I… I can’t give you the ‘happiness’ you want.”
Hearing Fu Yue’s words, Kevin was stunned.
Immediately, he gave an infinitely gentle smile. “Happiness is created by two people together. Even if you can’t give it to me, I can give it to you.”
Fu Yue’s heart skipped a beat.
Listening to this.
Could it be… he was going to be the gong for love?
Surely not!
No, he must have expressed himself poorly. Perhaps this foreign big shot understood it in the direction of traditional literature.
Fu Yue decided to be even clearer.
“It’s not that kind of happiness,” Fu Yue gestured hesitantly, “It’s the other… xing (sexual) happiness.”
“Xing?” Kevin frowned slightly. “Perhaps my Chinese isn’t good enough. Which xing character is it?”
“…”
Fu Yue wanted to dig a hole in the ground from embarrassment.
Since it had come to this, he could only go all out!
Fu Yue’s cheeks turned slightly red as he squeezed out a few words: “…Xing, the xing in xing shenghuo (sex life)!”
The smile on Kevin’s face froze, replaced by obvious surprise.
Then, that surprise turned into a deep sense of regret.
his expression became somewhat unsightly.
It worked! Fu Yue thought.
The foreigner finally understood.
I told you so; if the models don’t match, it’s a total dealbreaker.
However, Fu Yue’s joy didn’t even last a second before Kevin’s face bloomed again with a light mixed with pity and tolerance.
“It’s okay.”
His tone was full of the openness and thoughtfulness of a modern man.
“You don’t need to feel inferior because of this. I can accept all of it. Modern society is so enlightened; we can have many ways to obtain pleasure, can’t we?”
Fu Yue’s face was full of question marks.
Inferior? Why should I feel inferior?
While being a 0 isn’t something to be proud of, it’s not enough to feel inferior about.
Seeing that Fu Yue still looked lost, Kevin thought he hadn’t understood.
So, he said in an encouraging tone, “Modern medicine is so advanced; there are no problems that can’t be solved. We can go to the best hospital for a consultation together.”
Fu Yue: “…!”
Consultation for what?
What does he want to do?
Using medical means to solve the mismatch between gong and shou—what kind of alien black technology is that?
Could it be… he wants to install a Type-C adapter for him?!
“Sir, your third plate is ready.”
The waiter holding the tray had arrived at their table for the third time, placing the grilled oysters on their plate and changing the grill mesh.
Every time this waiter passed by, his steps would involuntarily slow down.
Who could blame him when the conversation at this table… was so explosive.
At this moment, Kevin took the opportunity to turn around and quietly took out his phone, searching for “Best medical solutions for sexual apathy and impotence.”
Fu Yue had no idea that he and Kevin had just completed a “cross-server chat.”
Everything afterward was calm and helpless.
The twilight grew dark.
The guests boarded the speedboats one by one to return to the cruise ship.
Kevin continued to pursue Fu Yue relentlessly, making an appointment for the masked ball tonight.
Fu Yue stood on the deck.
The cruise ship sailed smoothly, the deep black sea surface showing no ripples.
Tonight, the sea breeze was faint, and even the waves seemed to be in a deep slumber. Fu Yue, however, inexplicably felt a chill on the back of his neck.
Two hours later.
Inside the magnificent ballroom, the chandeliers refracted a blurred glow.
The guests wore exquisite masks, wine glasses clinked with crisp sounds, and the air was filled with the scent of desire.
Inside the luxurious banquet hall of the Purple Star Moon, Kevin—the most dazzling figure in the fashion world—was holding a phone with his long fingers. Every word uttered in his low voice sounded like he was reciting a love poem:
“Yes, I’ve fallen in love.”
A sound of gasping came from the other end of the phone.
“His name is Fu Yue, an angel.”
“Listen, I know there are some bad rumors out there… about his body.”
“No one is allowed to mention this matter again, and especially no one is allowed to make fun of him for it.”
“He is very sensitive, very fragile. I want to protect him.”
The last sentence was almost sighed out by Kevin: “Yes, you heard right. For love, I can disregard anything. True love transcends the physical.”
At the edge of the dance floor, a socialite’s fan fell to the ground with a clatter.
Kevin had just hung up the phone.
On this end, Fu Yue was wearing the simplest black half-face mask, working hard in a dark corner to avoid the highlight of the ball—random partner matching.
He felt that everyone in the room tonight was looking at him with strange eyes.
Those gazes were almost entirely full of pity, and a… strange respect?
Just as he was puzzled, a fashion blogger wearing an exaggerated feather mask walked over.
The other person poked Fu Yue’s chest with their fingertip.
“Mr. Fu, I’m truly happy for you, that you could find a true love like Kevin who doesn’t care about the ‘form’.”
Fu Yue was stunned.
Did this matter spread so quickly? Kevin knew he was a shou, yet he insisted on a relationship between two shous.
Fu Yue could only nod awkwardly, saying perfunctorily, “Yeah, he’s very progressive in his thinking.”
In the split second he was dazed, a hand wearing a black glove was elegantly and forcefully extended in front of him.
Fu Yue looked up and met pitch-black eyes behind a demon mask.
It was Ji Hanmo.
Fu Yue had no time to react at all before his wrist was gently grabbed, and he was pulled into the center of the dance floor by a force.
Under the spotlight, the surrounding gazes focused over instantly, unable to hide their surprise.
Damn, he had been distracted.
He hadn’t escaped the invitation to dance.
At this moment, everyone was watching as the Ji Hanmo, known for being cold and domineering, actively invited the “infamous” Fu Yue.
Didn’t he look down on Fu Yue?
Whispers broke out everywhere.
“What are you hiding from?” Ji Hanmo’s voice sounded against Fu Yue’s ear. “Hiding from me? Even willing to use your own reputation to reject my pursuit?”
“What reputation?” Fu Yue was completely confused.
Ji Hanmo laughed low, his hand on Fu Yue’s lower back applying a bit of force to pull him closer.
The laughter vibrated, making Fu Yue’s chest feel numb.
“You really don’t know?” Ji Hanmo’s tone was teasing.
He freed one hand and took out his phone, the light illuminating Fu Yue’s face, which was written full of confusion.
At the top of the screen, a bold red headline was clearly visible:
[Explosive News! Supermodel Kevin Personally Admits: For His Lover Fu Yue, He Can Accept a Sexless Love!]
Fu Yue blinked.
He nodded calmly, thinking so what?
“It’s nothing; both of us are… shous.”
Facing Ji Hanmo, as he said the word “shou,” Fu Yue felt a bit embarrassed, and his voice went quiet. “He insists on chasing me; I couldn’t do anything about it.”
In truth, Fu Yue did have this little scheme of using Kevin to isolate the man in front of him who was eyeing him hungrily.
“Is that so?” The smile on Ji Hanmo’s face deepened. He swiped his finger gently, switching the screen to the next item.
[Breaking! Mr. Fu Has a Hardware Failure; Queen Kevin Remains Devoted to the Death!]
Fu Yue: ???
What on earth is a hardware failure?
He snatched the phone away.
The topic #Kevin’s Sexless Love# had already surged to the number one spot on the trending list.
The comment section below had gone completely wild:
[What kind of divine love is this? I’m crying!]
[So, the rumors said Young Master Fu changes men very fast… as it turns out, it’s because he ‘has the heart but lacks the power’…]
[Breaking! Supermodel Kevin personally stamped the seal: Fu Yue really is ‘impotent’!]
[Go to Kevin’s homepage; he just posted a declaration of love: ‘Even if he is “impotent,” I will forever protect my angel!’]
Fu Yue felt like his skull was about to be smashed through by this heaven-sent, massive cauldron of blame.
Who on earth started this rumor?!
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