Part 3
“Lu… Xunye?”
Just as Lu Xunye felt relieved he wasn’t hypnotized, he was cursed at: “Dog thing.”
“Where is that dog thing?” The person lying on the table also attracted attention. Face covered in tears, Lu Xunye sat a bit further away in disgust.
“Dog your grandpa.” Lu Xunye cursed back. “How did I provoke you?”
Speaking of this, Feng Chengyu was indignant. He hammered the sofa hard, his eyes clearing a bit, and his speech became less stuttered.
“You left me in the wild yesterday, okay! If my boyfriend hadn’t taken me back, I would have either frozen to death or starved to death.”
“I saw the news today. There was a fire in that place, super close to me. If there wasn’t a stone path there, the whole forest would have burned.”
“Wait wait wait.” Lu Xunye stopped his chatter. “Your boyfriend? …Ji Huai… Ji Yanchuan?”
“What Ji Huai, Ji Yanchuan?” Feng Chengyu hiccuped, falling back into the drunken net. “Boyfriend is boy… friend. What, you hate gays?”
Lu Xunye’s suspended heart finally sank to the bottom. Hypnosis?
Damn, is he retarded?
If hypnosis was really so useful, he could just arrange a set for Shen Yunqian. Hypnosis success equals mission success.
Before he returned to the original world, he would arrange a memory wipe for the other party. He was just a passerby in this book; he wouldn’t cause any ripples, and no one would remember him.
Perhaps sensing his unusual state at this moment, the System’s understanding of Lu Xunye after days of getting along was no longer superficial: [You don’t want to also…]
Lu Xunye: “I…”
For some reason, in this fake world, he hoped someone could remember him.
He knew the thought was selfish, but…
Would the person he hoped for be Shen Yunqian? He didn’t know.
But thinking about letting Shen Yunqian experience the original plot, his chest felt a dull pain, like someone borrowed his body to smash a boulder on his chest; breathing wasn’t smooth.
Lu Xunye vaguely understood what this feeling was, but no. Maybe it was innate, the influence of his original family growing up, or maybe he was used to seeing how short and illusory the word “love” was.
It was hard for him to open his heart to people. The love he imagined was unreserved, respectful, trusting, and equal.
His brows furrowed slightly, trying his best to suppress the chaotic thoughts. A coldness was pressed against his lips. Looking down, it was a full glass of wine.
“Come, drink.”
To be honest, he hadn’t drunk much and didn’t know his limit.
Opening his mouth to refuse, Feng Chengyu seized the gap and poured it directly into him, cursing, “One or two of you are so dawdling. Will drinking a glass of wine kill you? You didn’t drink with me before; make up for it today.”
Lu Xunye choked, moisture forcing its way into the corners of his eyes. Especially since Qin Zhuoyu’s crying was too ugly, he felt even more annoyed. He snatched the glass and drank it all in one go.
The cold liquid slid down his throat, extinguishing the inexplicable intensifying irritation in his heart.
“Good, right?”
Lu Xunye’s taste system seemed destroyed; he couldn’t taste much. Hearing the question, he only nodded perfunctorily, then randomly pulled a bottle from the rack and poured himself another full glass.
“Wait till I figure one thing out.” Lu Xunye sipped the wine. The colorful light of the chandelier reflected on the countless facets of the glass, flickering like a splendid galaxy.
He stared seriously for a while, struggle flashing in his eyes, finally turning into a sigh. “Stay away from that boyfriend of yours. Be careful, or you won’t be able to turn back when water is spilled.”
“What ‘can’t turn back’?” The private room door was pushed open by a tall, handsome man.
The man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Tailored suit pants wrapped his long, straight legs. A black shirt was tucked into his waistband, sleeves rolled up halfway, arm muscles firm and lines smooth as if he walked out of a manga.
Dim light fell on the man’s face. Lu Xunye squinted until the man walked closer and glanced at him. The moment their eyes met, he was stunned.
It was indeed that person from yesterday. The residual pain on his ear became more prominent. A mosaic-processed male corpse with a missing arm and burns floated in his mind.
The missing arm was shockingly the one that slapped Feng Chengyu’s face.
Lu Xunye’s breath hitched. The cold gaze resting on his face moved away and became gentle.
Feng Chengyu, paralyzed bonelessly on the booth seat, saw the man and naturally reached out for a hug.
The man hugged him just like that, wrapping him in his arms, clasping his waist and lifting him up. Bowing his head, he kissed him lightly between the eyebrows, whispering, “Feeling bad?”
Lu Xunye’s expression cracked. The wine glass shook in his hand, spilling a few drops. He quickly pressed his other hand on his wrist.
Feng Chengyu buried his face in the man’s collarbone, humming nasally, “Mmh… sleepy, want to sleep.”
The man smiled dotingly. Holding him with one hand and wrapping around his waist with the other, he held Feng Chengyu in front of him and stood up.
Lu Xunye’s expression right now was colorful, tongue-tied. After the man stood up, he looked at him again.
Lu Xunye was defensive. “What do you want?”
“Someone told me not to touch you, but that doesn’t mean you can talk nonsense and sow discord in front of him.” The man looked down at him coldly.
“Think carefully about what you should manage and what you shouldn’t. If I find out again, I don’t mind causing you some trouble.”
What did this mean? Who is the man? Who told him not to touch him?
The Lu family?
Probably not.
Lu Xunye was confused. “Who does ‘someone’ refer to?”
The man was silent for a moment. Probing eyes locked onto the young man’s seemingly genuine expression, seemingly not believing the other party didn’t know who.
A sob broke the tense atmosphere.
Turning toward the sound, Qin Zhuoyu was dead drunk, holding a wine bottle with a look of utter grief.
Lu Xunye: “…”
Here, Feng Chengyu bit the man’s ear in dissatisfaction, urging him. “Go home.”
The man tightened his embrace. “Okay.”
Lu Xunye turned back to the leaving man, standing up anxiously. “You haven’t told me who it is?”
The only answer was four cold words: “No comment.”
Bang—
The door closed.
Lu Xunye downed the wine in his glass. Bitterness, boredom, anxiety—various emotions mixed together into the taste of alcohol filling his mouth.
Strong liquor burned the throat.
He realized belatedly: Wine is actually this awful.
Normally Lu Xunye might mock him a bit, but seeing Qin Zhuoyu so sad…
He leaned over and dragged him by the arm, throwing him from the floor onto the sofa. “What are you crying for again?”
“You don’t know shit.” Qin Zhuoyu threw the bottle in his hand to vent.
Amidst the crisp loud sound, glass and wine splashed together. Lu Xunye heard the other say unwillingly, “You’ve never been topped.”
Lu Xunye finally came to his senses, understanding the confusing sentence Feng Chengyu said when entering.
“Aren’t you Young Master Qin? Where are your guts?” Lu Xunye found it funny. “Bring out your Young Master temper. Forgot how you threatened me? Either call the police or find someone to teach him a lesson.”
He thought his suggestion was normal, but the other party didn’t appreciate it and glared at him instead, making Lu Xunye feel his goodwill was taken for granted.
Lu Xunye had an epiphany. “So you only care about being topped? That person is your boyfriend? Since you like him, why care about this?”
“Bullshit, who likes him! This young master could like anyone but him! Impossible!” Qin Zhuoyu blustered. He grabbed a bottle from the table and poured it into his mouth.
Then he slammed his head on the table and passed out drunk. Lu Xunye’s blocking hand froze in mid-air.
What now?
He poked Qin Zhuoyu’s arm, leaned to his ear, and shouted, trying to wake him up. “Hey! Where is your home?”
The other was dead to the world, no answer.
Leave him here to wake up himself?
While Lu Xunye struggled, a phone rang. He paused and quickly looked for it.
Finally, before the ringtone automatically hung up, he fished it out from under the leather sofa. “Hello.”
The other side didn’t speak for a long time. Lu Xunye saw the two words “Youngest Uncle” on the screen, dazed for a moment, then spoke first. “Looking for Qin Zhuoyu, right? He’s drunk. See if you have time to come and take him back.”
“Okay.” A cool voice sounded. “Where is he now?”
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