Chapter 65 I Want to Officially Pursue You

His mother came back briefly, but soon disappeared from his life completely.

But those few months were the happiest days in the first twelve years of his life.

Memories can be deceiving, and he became more and more convinced that the child Su Lixia was talking about was him.

He became more and more like what his mother said: he wanted to be a singer and hated his indifferent father, an entrepreneur.

Although Fang Jimin never argued with him, no matter what he said, Fang Jimin would always remain silent and then say to him: "This is all for the future of mankind."

Why leave her in the copy?

——For the future of mankind.

Why did he undergo heart surgery?

——For the safety of mankind.

Why put a collar on him and let the thorns penetrate his skin?

——The future of mankind requires a controllable high-level player.

He hated Fang Jimin's hypocritical voice. For the future of mankind, Fang Jimin cruelly deceived his mother to death and cruelly tortured him to death.

He sat opposite Shen Qinian, listening to Fang Jimin's laughter, his body trembling slightly and his fists tightening.

Then, among those disgusting voices, he heard a very clear and gentle voice.

It was a command: "Come here."

So he went over, sat next to Shen Xinian, put his arms around Shen Xinian's waist, and buried his head in it.

Chen Cinian rubbed his hair from time to time, like rubbing a puppy, his technique was very good and it felt quite comfortable.

Shen Qinian said: "Don't worry about them, worry about me. You are my personal property."

He felt a little benefit from it, but he wouldn't admit it. He snorted coldly: "Bullshit."

The false tenderness he coveted had always been his mother's.

But now it could be Shen Cinian. Although Shen Cinian didn't love him too much yet, if Shen Cinian loved him more and more, if he loved him deeply, then he might be particularly happy.

Shen Cinian is a gentle, emotionally stable and reliable person.

He suddenly didn't want to be just Chen Cinian's puppy. He wanted to rebel against his master. He wanted to control Chen Cinian and make sure that Chen Cinian could not escape from his palm.

He decided to become Shen Cinian's lover.

"Chen Ci Nian," he hugged the driftwood that already belonged to him, "I want to overturn their table, you help me pay for it."

"I advise against it."

"Why!" Fang Ke was a little annoyed for a moment, but Shen Cinian quickly comforted him.

"Someone will help you lift it later."

He finally sat up, took his head out of Shen Cinian's arms, and turned to look at the surrounding environment.

He saw a person, a person who was so angry that his whole body was shaking, his eyes were red, and the corners of his eyes were wet.

That's Su Nan.

"Fang Jimin," Su Nan was almost mad with rage. He had never known that his so-called "brother-in-law" had a family outside. His sister had only been dead for nine years, and the child this mistress was carrying looked at least ten years old. How else could this not be an affair? He grabbed the table of Fang Jimin's family, and because he was shaking, the table he was holding was also shaking. "How dare you betray her! How dare you... How dare you..."

When Fang Jimin saw Su Nan, surprise and panic flashed in his eyes, but he soon returned to silence and calmness.

Fang Jimin's silence made Su Nan even more angry. Su Nan was usually a very kind person and he would not normally be so shameless, but the recent events one after another were about to break down his psychological defenses.

As Su Lixia's younger brother, as Su Lixia's agent, and as Su Lixia's first fan, Su Nan has looked up at his sister's back on the stage countless times.

What a brilliant light that was! His eyes could never open completely. In his eyes, his sister looked like a fairy, her body blurred by light and shadow, and her whole body was hazy.

What a heavenly sound that was! He could hardly tell what the words were that his sister was singing. He was completely intoxicated by it. Listening to his sister's singing was an incomparable enjoyment.

At his sister's wedding, when he held his sister's hand and handed her over to Fang Jimin, Fang Jimin said that he would take good care of her and treat her well forever.

Fang Jimin broke his promise.

Fang Jimin is a liar, a villain, and a cheating scumbag!

Su Nan was furious. Under the huge emotional fluctuation, he really overturned Fang Jimin's table as Shen Cinian said. Fang Jimin's little son was scared and cried, and the mistress was timidly holding Fang Jimin's arm, looking at him, the inexplicable "madman", with horror.

The other diners around still had their heads down. With Song Shuyi's snap of his fingers, their senses were blocked and they fell into a temporary sleep.

Fang Ke's gaze was fixed on Su Nan. He felt something was wrong. What Su Nan said was very strange, and Su Nan was even angrier than him. This made him suspicious.

"Chen Ci Nian," he paused, "What is the relationship between Su Nan and Fang Jimin?"

Shen Cinian was just about to put a piece of roast chicken into his mouth when he heard this and put down his fork helplessly. He asked, "Who do you think he is to you?"

Fang Ke pursed his lips for a long time and replied, "My relative."

"Yes, your dear uncle."

After Chen Cinian finished answering, he subconsciously paid attention to Fang Ke's emotions. He thought Fang Ke would be excited, shocked, and would do something to express his uncontrollable state.

But no, Fang Ke was very calm, not the kind of calm that was pretending to be strong, but the kind of calm that seemed like he really didn't care.

So he patted Fang Ke's shoulder with relief, not the kind of pat on the head like he would pat a child, but the kind of pat between adults.

Fang Ke sat up straight and began to eat the roast chicken. At this moment, his mind finally reached a true sense of peace.

He didn't pay attention to the farce in front of him. He only knew that he was out to dinner with Shen Cinian today. He only needed to focus on Shen Cinian. What others did was none of his business.

Song Shuyi was standing in front of the convenience store window opposite, pretending to pick out items. When he saw the scene inside, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"Interesting, you're becoming more and more like you were back then," Song Shuyi picked up a squirrel doll and looked at it nonchalantly, shaking his head slightly. "Back then, you hated the Lord God to the core. If you knew the one sitting next to you was a Trickster God, what would you do?"

"Avoiding confrontation... Things are getting more and more interesting. The human world is really interesting. No wonder the Lord God likes it so much."

"I like it too," Song Shuyi stroked the little squirrel's tail and seemed to like the doll very much.

But the next moment, he pulled off the squirrel's tail.

"If you don't care about his identity in this life, that's fine. I'll let you recall the most unbearable memories of your past life bit by bit. If you still fall in love with him, it would be so touching that I must write it down."

“Maybe this work will become a big hit again.”

Song Shuyi paid for the doll, went out and saw a trash can, and threw the little squirrel with a broken tail into it.

The squirrel lay in the garbage, its button eyes looking up at the sky.

"I look forward to your return to Nightmare City, dear Saint. What will you recall next time?"

Song Shuyi stopped watching the farce in Oriental Paris. He took a taxi and disappeared into the night, just as quietly as he had come.

…

I ate until I was 70% full, not too stuffed, but feeling very satisfied.

That was a feeling he never had when he ate barbecue and drank beer alone and was so full that he couldn't eat anymore.

It turns out that satisfaction cannot be achieved by simply filling your stomach.

It turns out that some people can easily give you things that you could never get before.

The key to everything is whether that person is the right person.

At this moment, Fang Ke firmly believed that Shen Cinian was right.

Walking out of Oriental Paris and standing on the sidewalk, Fang Ke held Shen Qinian, and Shen Qinian lowered his head slightly to look at him.

Fang Ke raised his head, his face full of pride. He considered himself a strong person, and he said forcefully: "Chen Ci Nian."

"Um"

"I'm officially informing you now: I'm ready to pursue you."

Shen Ci Nian chuckled softly, "Is that so? Then I'll wait."

"Yeah," Fang Ke skillfully put his hands into the outer pockets of Shen Cinian's coat, asking Shen Cinian to keep them warm for him.

"I want to set up a scheme to bankrupt Fang Jimin and make his family's life miserable, but I can't figure out how to do it."

He had little exposure to these political tactics, but there happened to be someone around him who knew them very well.

Hearing this, Shen Cinian narrowed his eyes slightly and said jokingly: "You want me to teach you?"

"Okay, then I'll teach you."

Fang Ke's ears turned slightly red. He tilted his head to the side and said in a cold tone, but he felt a warm feeling inside: "Yeah."

In fact, he always felt that Shen Cinian's rhetorical questions with a slightly helpless tone had an indescribable sense of pampering.

I like it very much. Others can't imitate this feeling. Even if they say the same thing, it won't feel the same.

He held Shen Cinian's fingertips in Shen Cinian's coat pocket, Shen Cinian's palm pressed on his wrist, and the back of his hand was pressed against Shen Cinian's side through his clothes.

Very warm, not just warm physically.

So he slowly turned his head back and added in a low voice: "I need you to teach me."

"Then you must study hard, monitor."

When that long-lost name came out, heavy snow was falling from the sky. The snowflakes were hazy under the street lights, and it was an indescribable atmosphere.

It’s very peaceful and quiet, but not lonely.

Because Shen Cinian always warmed him with his body.

"If you don't have the right attitude, the teacher will punish you."

Shen Cinian pulled his hand out, put the hood on him, and then put it back in his pocket.

"Who said you are my teacher?" Fang Ke pursed his lips and looked away again, not at Shen Qinian. "I didn't admit that you are."

"If you don't want to admit it, then don't admit it, young master, get in the car," Shen Cinian opened the car door and looked at Fang Ke with a smile. Fang Ke snorted and stepped on the instep of Shen Cinian's feet to get in the car.

He did it on purpose.

When doing this kind of thing, he inexplicably felt a primitive joy like a child playing a prank.

One of the main reasons why he is happy is that Shen Cinian never argues with him and never does anything to him just because he steps on Shen Cinian's foot.