Chapter 77 He Called Me a Pervert

"You promised me a parent-teacher conference, brother! You lied to me! If you promised...of course you have to do it."

[Brother! How could you even think of marrying someone else!]

[It’s the first day that my brother doesn’t love me. I feel so sad!]

The next day after my brother didn’t love me, I was angry!

It’s the third day since my brother doesn’t love me. I feel wronged!

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My brother doesn’t love me...he must love me! 】

The man who seduced him has appeared. His name is Xu Chi? That's so ugly! I'm going to kill him! I definitely will! But there's also something happy—I've got him back! He's locked up so only I can see him!!!

[(shy) (shy) My wife slept with me, and she took my virginity! My wife is amazing! She did it five times in one night!!! I wish she could have more (shy)]

My wife accepted my gift, so I can be with her all the time.

[My wife loves me. I won’t be writing any notes for the next few days. I want to stick with her the whole time.]

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[My brother ran away again! I want to catch him back!]

【He coaxed me hehehe】

My wife said she wants to marry me! Now she often calls me baby!

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He picked up his pen and turned to the latest page.

He stared at Qin Mu's sleeping face for a few seconds, then lowered his head, the tip of his pen scratching on the paper:

My wife asked me to stay on campus. ( ) My wife is very tired today. I was too much last night. But I can't help it.

When he got out of the car, his back hurt. My bad. Next time... try to be more gentle. (The word "try to be more gentle" was heavily crossed out.) I might still lose control next time.

Although Qi Yuming is in the dormitory, he sleeps really loudly. The bed is very hard, and the quilt doesn't smell like my wife. I can't sleep.

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Having written this, Gu Chuyue paused, raised his head and took another deep look at the sleeping figure on the screen, his Adam's apple rolling before he continued writing:

[Just made a video call. He saw the note "Kiss my husband" and didn't get angry, just raised an eyebrow. Very good.]

He looked so good in his robe. The collar was open and I saw the marks, mine. I wanted to touch it.

Knowing that I would go crazy, he still deliberately provoked me.

My wife found out that I took his pajamas... and underwear.

They were all very small, made of silk, very smooth, like his skin.

He called me a little pervert.

Well, I am. It's just his.

My wife said she left some pudding for me, remembering my broken cactus.

He remembered that he was always like this.

He teases me and thinks I'm clingy, but he always tells me in his own way that he cares.

I can’t help but love my wife, even more than yesterday.

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When writing here, Gu Chuyue was slightly distracted, and the tip of the pen paused on the notebook, leaving a deep ink dot.

The force of the pen tip penetrates the back of the paper, writing an almost paranoid attachment.

He said he was going on a business trip for a few days.

I don't want him to go. I don't want to be apart. Not even for a moment.

I want to lock him up at home so only I can see him.

But no. He'll be unhappy. I have to hold it in.

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Gu Chuyue wrote the last line very slowly and carefully, each stroke a silent oath:

[When my wife gets back from her business trip, she'll be able to pick me up. It'll be soon. It has to be soon.]

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After finishing writing, Gu Chuyue did not close the diary.

He looked up at the person sleeping peacefully on the screen. His sleeping wife looked so sweet.

Gu Chuyue lay down again, put the notebook under the pillow, and then took a small piece of cloth in his hand.

Finally, I turned sideways to face the phone screen and turned the volume to maximum.

His fingertips unconsciously rested on Qin Mu's outline through the screen.

Listening to the steady breathing, he finally seemed to be comforted to some extent and slowly closed his eyes.

…………

On Monday, in the School of Computer Science’s cutting-edge algorithm theory class.

Gu Chuyue sat by the window in the lecture hall, unconsciously turning an expensive metal pen between his fingertips.

The sunlight filtered through the glass, casting shadows of his long eyelashes on his chiseled profile.

On the podium, an internationally renowned professor is explaining a complex distributed algorithm model in an easy-to-understand manner.

"...So, optimizing this node can effectively reduce redundant computing consumption by at least 30%." The professor pushed his glasses. "Of course, this is just a theoretical value. There are many more variables in actual applications. Can anyone think of bottlenecks that might be encountered in real-world scenarios?"

The classroom was silent, and many students were still digesting what had just been said.

Qi Yuming sat next to Gu Chuyue, writing and drawing in a casual manner.

The professor on the podium was "friendly" and "discerning", and walked towards Qi Yuming with a smile.

He turned his head when he saw that what Qi Yuming wrote was the answer to his question.

He changed the subject and continued smiling, "This little student is very quiet. Come, talk to the teacher."

Gu Chuyue withdrew his gaze from the window, as if he had not listened to the lecture at all. Facing the smiling professor, he answered without any emotion.

His speech was steady and his views were to the point, directly hitting the key difficulties that the professor had implied.

The professor's eyes flashed with clear appreciation. "Excellent! This student has pointed out the core challenge. This is also what we will discuss in depth in the next class..."

Qi Yuming moved closer and lowered his voice: "Damn, Chu Yue, you didn't sleep well last night? The dark circles under your eyes are almost falling to the ground."

As for the teacher's questions, Qi Yuming ignored them.

Gu Chuyue ignored him, but his gaze returned to the window again, and the pen at his fingertips stopped.

It was instinctive for his mind to race, but at this moment all his senses were resisting absorbing this information.

They were clamoring, just wanting to catch a trace of the cold breath belonging to someone.

This is an almost anxious wait that only he himself understands.

There are still four days until the weekend.

No, three days and seventeen hours to be exact.

My wife said she would pick him up on the weekend.

In the next few days, Gu Chuyue was decisive when handling his company's overseas business video conference, precise and efficient when debugging code in the laboratory, and able to answer questions from professors and classmates in a concise and to-the-point manner.

But the air pressure around him was getting lower and lower day by day. The invisible feeling of oppression made Qi Yuming dare not speak easily.

Finally made it to Friday afternoon.

After Gu Chuyue finished his last experimental class, he almost immediately took out his cell phone.

There were no unread messages or calls from Qin Mu.

He pursed his lips and quickly dialed the phone, which rang for a long time before being picked up.

"Baby?" It was Qin Mu's voice on the other end of the line, with a hint of subtle fatigue and the noise in the background. "Is the class over?"

"Well. Where are you, honey? When will you come to pick me up?" Gu Chuyue's question was direct and almost urgent.

There was a pause, followed by the sounds of shuffling papers and muffled conversation. After a while, Qin Mu replied, "I've run into some issues here. The project is more complex than expected and needs to be finalized. I can't make it back today."

Gu Chuyue's knuckles gripping the phone instantly tensed up, and the air around him seemed to freeze.