Chapter 42: Desperate Straight ManÂ
A moment later, the shadow projected on the ground moved, and a figure walked out slowly from behind the pillar.
After seeing clearly who it was, Fu Xingjian sneered and walked toward him unhurriedly. He stopped two steps away from him, a mocking smile on his face. “What, hiding here secretly watching us kiss? Good show?”
Song Xingmian looked up. His eyes were densely covered with red blood streaks. The long-suppressed emotions finally erupted. His fist struck straight at the other’s face, but the person in front of him raised his hand at the same time, grabbed his wrist, and threw it off hard.
“My standing still and letting him hit me is flirting. What right do you have to wave your fist at me? Who gave you the courage?”
Song Xingmian was about to go mad with anger. His chest heaved violently a few times, and he spoke through gritted teeth: “Brother was clearly unwillingâ”
Fu Xingjian raised his hand, touching his burning cheek with relish, and nodded shamelessly: “Correct, he was unwilling. I forced the kiss. You got a problem?”
Song Xingmian stared at him dead on, jealousy, resentment, and unwillingness surging in his eyes. He raised his other fist and smashed it hard at his face. “Brother can’t possibly like you!”
Fu Xingjian was caught off guard, and his lips were indeed grazed by the fist, bleeding quickly.
His gaze turned cold instantly. Without hesitation, he swung his arm to meet him, not forgetting to mock: “Doesn’t like me now, but might like me in the future. Besides, if he doesn’t like me, would he like you?”
“When he finds out about your thoughts toward him, maybe he’ll detest you even more. The person he always treated as a younger brother was actually coveting him secretly behind his back. Guess if he’ll be disgusted enough to make you get lost directly?”
Two men of similar height were soon wrestling together. Dull sounds of physical collision rang out from time to time on the quiet terrace.
Song Xingmian’s eyes turned completely red. Punches fell one after anotherâattacking without defending. “I won’t be like you, rashly forcing Brother. I will wait until he truly accepts meâ”
Fu Xingjian kicked him more than a meter away and laughed disdainfully. He nodded indifferently. “You’d better do as you say. I’ll wait and see.”
Waiting for a straight man to truly accept another man? What daydreaming.
Song Xingmian steadied his footing and finally didn’t rush up again. Instead, he stood in place to calm his breathing, his words full of malice: “At least the current me isn’t hated by Brother yet. And you? After today, guess if Brother will avoid you?”
The expression on Fu Xingjian’s face finally went completely cold.
Song Xingmian finally won a round back. He pressed the corner of his cracked lips and brushed past his shoulder. “We’ll wait and see who Brother will choose in the end.”
Only a tall, silent shadow remained on the empty terrace. Unknown how much time passed, the shadow moved and finally left as well.
Wen Yuhuai didn’t return to the banquet hall; he couldn’t afford to lose face like that. After leaving the terrace, he went straight out the side door of the hotel, found his car, got in, and slowly calmed his mood.
“Lunatic, damn fag, idiot, bastard…”
After tossing and turning in the car and cursing a certain person who forced a kiss on him, Wen Yuhuai’s mood improved a bit. He sat in the car for a while longer. Thinking the two bodyguards had eaten enough, he made a call.
Soon, Jiang Ying and Hu Zhe came out of the banquet hall, got into the car without looking sideways or glancing back once. “Young Master, going home?”
Wen Yuhuai pretended to have a headache, supporting his forehead with one hand. “Back, back, back. It’s noisy as death inside.”
The car started quickly. Outside the window, neon lights flew by, interweaving with car lights into a blurry halo. Wen Yuhuai lay expressionlessly on the car window looking out, planning to throw the bracelet Fu Xingjian gave him last time into the trash can when he got home later.
Right, hadn’t blocked him on WeChat yet.
Wen Yuhuai took out his phone, angrily clicked into WeChat, found the contact, and then unhesitatingly performed the delete-and-block combo.
He decided to avoid him starting today. If he couldn’t afford to provoke him, couldn’t he hide?
Just after blocking and deleting the person, a message notification ding-donged. It was from Song Xingmian.
[Brother, where did you go? I looked for you for several rounds and couldn’t find you. Also Brother Fuâyou both disappeared. Didn’t sneak away behind our backs, did you?]
Wen Yuhuai frowned tight, his fingers poking heavily on the phone screen. [Drank too much, felt a bit dizzy, so I went home first.]
His words didn’t mention Fu Xingjian at all.
Song Xingmian’s following message also skipped him directly. [Why didn’t Brother say hello? Just left like that. We haven’t seen each other for days; I planned to have a couple of drinks with you today.]
Wen Yuhuai: [There will be chances in the future. Drink next time.]
Song Xingmian sent a crying kitten sticker. [But I’m going abroad the day after tomorrow.]
Wen Yuhuai was a bit surprised. [So fast?]
He only knew he was going abroad next week; didn’t expect it to be next Tuesday.
Song Xingmian’s message unconsciously carried a trace of resentment: [I didn’t want it to be this fast either. It’s all Brother Fu. He mentioned to my dad a few days ago that I shouldn’t delay my studies for too long, so my dad just booked the ticket for me, telling me to roll back early to finish my degree.]
Seeing the character “Fu,” Wen Yuhuai’s fingers clenched together again, and his heart carried a bit of anger. He speculated maliciously: Was it because Song Xingmian liked to cling to him, so Fu Xingjian kicked him back abroad so quickly?
How could he be so despicable!
On the other side, Song Xingmian waited a long time without a reply and sent another inquiry: [Is Brother willing to see me off that day?]
Wen Yuhuai snapped back and typed a firm reply: [Willing!]
Song Xingmian sent him a kitten-spinning-happily sticker. [Then it’s a deal. If I don’t see you at the airport that day, I won’t board the plane.]
Wen Yuhuai’s eyelid twitched unconsciously. He replied: [That’s not necessary. What if I get delayed by something that day?]
Without waiting for Song Xingmian’s reply, the phone message notification rang suddenly again. Wen Yuhuai exited the chat interface to check and found Fu Xingjian tagging him in the group.
[Ah Yu, I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have forced you when you were unwilling. Can you let me out of the blacklist? I just want to apologize to you seriously.]
Wen Yuhuai’s brain exploded with a boom. How did he forget they still had a common group chat?!
And he posted such imaginative wordsâhe might be shameless, but Wen Yuhuai still wanted face!
The others hadn’t popped up in the group yet. Holding onto the fluke mind that they hadn’t seen it, Wen Yuhuai typed furiously, preparing to make Fu Xingjian recall the message.
Before the message was sent, two video call requests came in simultaneously.
Wen Yuhuai’s typing movement paused. He looked despairinglyâthe callers were Lin Shiyu and Gu Yanxiu respectively.
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