Chapter 4 New and Old WeChat

Xiao Lu: [Su Fengyao is still in the hospital; she's probably too ashamed to show her face.]

Xiao Lu: [With the living Yama Yu Jingchen before you, are you still alive? If you are, make a sound. If you don't make a sound within a minute, I'll call and have the purple-gold coffin prepared for you brought back. Then I'll tie a ribbon to the coffin and give you a grand burial.]

[Yu Jingchen, the living devil, I'm a little angel, you big idiot, get lost! (Little frog sticking out its butt.jpg)]

Fu Yanle replied to Lu Minghe, then secretly glanced at Yu Jingchen, who was on the phone.

"This is the eleventh time you've peeked at me," Yu Jingchen said. "What's wrong?"

Assistant Xu on the other end of the phone cleverly swallowed his words and pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.

Fu Yanle nervously bit his fork, then released it and said, "Aren't we supposed to go upstairs for important business? If anything gets leaked, don't blame me."

"Do you understand?" The moment Yu Jingchen finished speaking, Fu Yanle's eyes flashed with a deathly light. Instead of retreating, he advanced. "Understand?"

Fu Yanle didn't understand, but he was full of confidence: "Everyone has their strengths! But what I can do, you may not be able to do as well."

Yu Jingchen humbly asked, "For example?"

"For example!" Fu Yanle cautiously revealed his trump card, "For example, I can dance, a very hot and sexy dance, can you dance?"

Yu Jingchen shook his head. "No."

One move to defeat the enemy, without shedding a drop of blood! Fu Yanle buried his head in satisfaction and continued eating the cake.

Yu Jingchen did not choose to end the conversation, "Skip this before?"

"I had a few drinks at the bar, and once I got a little tipsy, my senses were completely gone. The atmosphere was really ambiguous, and the music was just right. I didn't need to prepare; I could just go for it." Fu Yanle forked the last small piece of cake, shrugged smugly, and said, "With a casual jump, I outshone everyone. Strange tears gushed from the corners of the audience's mouths; even the swimming pool couldn't hold them up."

Lu Minghe, that bastard, almost went bent over, but then he was kicked straight.

Yu Jingchen stroked the edge of his phone. "Many people have seen this?"

Assistant Xu, who was listening intently, suddenly shivered and moved his phone further away.

The butler subtly took half a step back and rubbed his white gloves behind his back.

"They can only admire my stunning dance moves, not my exquisite beauty, because it's a masquerade ball, and everyone has to wear a mask." Fu Yanle paused for three seconds, then smiled shyly. "Brother Chen, is the air conditioning malfunctioning? Why is it suddenly so chilly?"

housekeeper:"……"

"Just change it if you need to," Fu Yanle said sincerely. "Your money is as plentiful as my hair, so don't make yourself suffer. I've finished eating."

Yu Jingchen said, "Take Young Master Fu to the guest room to rest. We'll replace the air conditioner tomorrow."

“Yes, sir,” the butler replied with a smile.

Since it wasn't his money anyway, he figured he might as well take the old air conditioner to a seafood market and sell it. Unfortunately, Xu Shuo overheard this, meaning he'd only make half the profit.

Fu Yanle asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to drink tea?"

Yu Jingchen pointed to his phone. "It's too late, I won't bother you anymore."

“I don’t mind the trouble, but since you’re so kind and compassionate, Brother Chen, I won’t insist.” Fu Yanle stood up. “Just have the driver take me home.”

The butler stepped forward and said with a gentle smile, "Young Master Fu, the driver has already gone off duty."

“It’s alright, I can borrow your car.” Fu Yanle checked the time on his phone. “Or I can have the Lu family’s driver come pick me up.”

The butler glanced at Yu Jingchen's face and said with utmost sincerity, "The rain hasn't stopped, it's late, it's dark, and the roads are flooded, which is very unsafe. We need to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow, so let's go together. There's no need to rush or make multiple trips. It's safer and more environmentally friendly. Everyone who hears this will agree!"

"Okay!" Fu Yanle clapped and shook his head in sync with the butler, finding it very reasonable. "Then I'll go up first. Brother Chen, you can take your time."

"Okay." Yu Jingchen finally loosened his grip on his phone, watching Fu Yanle go upstairs before turning his gaze away. "Continue."

"Okay, Mr. Yu." Assistant Xu withdrew his alert little ears, suppressed his gossipy interest, and returned to being a happy working person with full social insurance and housing fund benefits, diligently starting his late-night overtime mode again.

The butler led Fu Yanle into the guest room and said, "This is the only guest room in the main building. Next to it is Mr. Fu's bedroom. If you need anything tonight, you can just knock on the door."

What might I need at night?

Fu Yanle thought to himself, then reached out and put his arm around the butler's arm, gripping the man's biceps, and whispered, "I admire you."

"Thank you, Young Master Fu," the butler said rather shyly. "Your taste is just as good as yours."

Fu Yanle said, "Come back with me. I'll pay double whatever Brother Chen gives you."

The housekeeper held up three fingers, then six, and said happily, "This is the base salary, plus quarterly bonuses and year-end bonuses."

In addition, he earned extra income through a seafood market.

"Are you worth that much?" Fu Yanle asked skeptically.

"Young Master Fu's appreciation came and went quickly. I've decided to remain loyal and devoted to you." The butler emerged from Fu Yanle's arm and explained how to use the washbasin and bathroom. Seeing that Fu Yanle had no further needs, he left the room.

"Ah!" Fu Yanle leaned back on the big bed, staring blankly at the ceiling for a while, before being brought back to his senses by the WeChat notification sound.

Xiao Lu: [Are you back?]

Fu Yanle replied: [No reply, I've already checked in.]

Xiao Lu: [What's going on! Su Fengyao cheated on you, so you found someone even more awful to cheat on Su Fengyao with? Brilliant, son!]

"Green my ass." Fu Yanle wanted to seduce Yu Jingchen, but in a purely seductive way, not through emotional manipulation. He loathed that kind of approach.

but--

[Tell me, how come I never realized Chen Ge was so amazing before? That beautiful face, those long, straight legs, those sexy, pretty hands, that narrow yet strong waist, that firm, perky butt! And his voice is so nice, it makes my heart flutter. (Drooling frog.jpg)]

Xiao Lu: [Who told you to avoid him like the plague before? But it's also because President Yu has a bad reputation and always has a somber expression; people who don't know him well tend to have a stereotype about him. (Little panda handing over a handkerchief.jpg)]

Fu Yanle agreed, "That makes sense."

Xiao Lu: [But how do you know he has a strong back?]

Fu Yanle, shameless as ever: [I secretly measured it by turning my eyes into legs.]

Xiao Lu: [Get lost! Look at you, so flirtatious. Watch your limits, don't overdo it.]

Fu Yanle and Lu Minghe chatted idly until 1 a.m., and then Fu Yanle displayed his beautiful singing voice, like a nightingale's, for half an hour in the bathroom before finally feeling sleepy. When he came out, he searched the closet thoroughly but couldn't find any pajamas.

Even the unopened razor and face wash in the bathroom were his usual brands. He prepared everything so carefully, why didn't he give me a pair of pajamas?

Does he only deserve to be naked?

Fu Yanle admired his beautiful body in front of the mirror, but still refused to sleep naked, so he went out to find someone. He walked quietly to the stairwell and found the main building's wall lamps lit, but there wasn't a soul in sight.

"If you need anything at night, you can just knock on the door."

The butler's words rang in his ears. Fu Yanle touched his ear and gently knocked on the master bedroom door.

The door opened so quickly that Fu Yanle had the absurd thought that "Yu Jingchen was just waiting for me to knock on the door in the middle of the night."

Yu Jingchen wore a black bathrobe with the front open, revealing his smooth, beautiful muscles, which seemed to speak volumes, even more so than the few drops of water on his chest.

Fu Yanle clearly heard himself swallowing. He raised his self-conscious and longing finger and said, "Um, I don't have pajamas."

Yu Jingchen glanced at the bathrobe he was wearing. "Come in."

"Oh." Fu Yanle quickly followed him inside.

Yu Jingchen walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and said, "Choose one."

"Thank you, Brother Chen." Fu Yanle picked out a light purple bathrobe without hesitation. When he picked up the clothes, he smelled a familiar scent, so he simply brought the bathrobe closer and sniffed it, saying with a smile, "It smells just like your own child."

Yu Jingchen's hand on the cabinet door suddenly tightened. "I've worn this outfit once. If you mind, you can choose a new one."

“But I like this color.” Fu Yanle glanced at the black, white and gray clothes in the wardrobe and thought that this light purple one was the only one left.

"Wear it if you don't mind." Yu Jingchen closed the wardrobe. "Are you comfortable in the bedroom? If there's anything you don't like, you can tell me."

“It’s a habit; my toiletries are all from the brands I usually use.” Fu Yanle’s gaze unconsciously swept over Yu Jingchen’s chest. “I’m going back now.”

"I need to get up early tomorrow morning." Yu Jingchen walked to the bedside and picked up his phone. "Let's add each other on WeChat. If you can't get up, I can wake you up."

Fu Yanle took the phone, entered the WeChat ID, and said, "I'll put my phone on silent at night, so you won't wake me up if you send me a message—" He suddenly shut his mouth, looked at the WeChat user that appeared in the search results, and his ten toes on his slippers instantly gripped the ground.

"We... are already friends."

He remembered; he'd added her when he visited Madam Yu, but neither of them had chatted with the other, and over time, they'd both forgotten the other was even in their contact list. In his past life, he seemed to have deliberately distanced himself from Madam Yu before deleting Yu Jingchen as well…

"I forgot," Yu Jingchen said calmly. "If it's convenient, shall I come to your room to call you?"

"Okay." Fu Yanle handed over the phone. "Goodnight, Brother Chen."

Yu Jingchen escorted him to the door of the guest room and said, "Good night."

Fu Yanle felt that Yu Jingchen's gaze was very focused, and those long, beautiful eyes made his heart inexplicably race. He quickly repeated "Goodnight," slammed the door shut, and in doing so, also pushed back the wild deer in his heart.

Yu Jingchen was slapped in the face by the door wind, but he stood still and did not leave, as if he wanted to see Fu Yanle clearly through the door.

He only looked away when his phone beeped, and tapped on Fu Yanle's profile picture, which was a photo he had taken—

The night was dark, and the light and shadows seemed to favor Fu Yanle. He held a wine glass, his profile exquisitely sculpted, his eyes hazy yet beautiful.

Fu Yanle used this profile picture for one year and two months.

Yu Jingchen's breathing became slightly heavy, and when he logged out, he saw that the chat page was still blank.

Fu Yanle exited Yu Jingchen's profile picture. The other party's profile picture was neither cold nor cool nor pretentious; it was just a picture of a pink doll.

"This art style is so weird, but why does this doll look so familiar?" Fu Yanle stared at the pink avatar, contemplating life, before receiving a message from Yu Jingchen.

Yu patted you on the shoulder.

"?" Fu Yanle carefully patted the pink profile picture.

[The stunningly beautiful Fu Yanle patted you on the shoulder.]

Yu Jingchen paused, then changed Fu Yanle's nickname back to its original state.

Little Lucky Bag: [Frog looking puzzled.jpg]

Yu Jingchen replied: [Mistaken click. Good evening.]

"Okay, 'patting' really is one of the top ten traps." Fu Yanle rolled into the covers and typed:

Good evening. (Frog with heart-shaped mouth spouting hearts.gif)

"..." Yu Jingchen rubbed his phone screen, stood there until his legs went numb, and then turned and left.

The rain was still falling outside the window. Yu Jingchen listened to the sound of spring leaves rustling in the wind, which was both light and muffled, and felt uneasy for a long time.

*

The next morning, Fu Yanle indeed stayed in bed.

Yu Jingchen knocked on the door from the outside, and only pushed the door open and entered after hearing the sound of legs hitting the bed from inside.

Half a blanket lay on the carpet. Fu Yanle lay on the pillow like a puppy, one leg hidden under the blanket and the other sticking out, white and straight, like a jade chopstick placed in the tea room. A small part of his buttocks was hidden behind the white fabric, obediently sticking up and lying down.

Yu Jingchen went over, picked up the blanket, covered Fu Yanle up again, and bent down to say, "Get up."

"I don't want to get up." Fu Yanle buried his face in the pillow. "I want to die in this bed."

The air fell silent.

Fu Yanle opened his eyes and suddenly turned over to meet Shangyu Jingchen's ambiguous gaze.

“…Ah.” He held out both hands in a gesture of surrender. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

Author's Note:

Thirsty Yu: You did this on purpose!

Kun Fu: Goose!