Fu You doesn't want them anymore at the crematorium.

"So, this is why you asked Lao Pei and me to come to your house for dinner today?"

Xiao Lehui blinked, a surprised smile on his face: "Did brother really say that? He said he wanted to see me?"

Jiang Siran, for some reason, kept fiddling with his phone, looking utterly bored. Pei Yi sat far away in the corner, huddled in the shadows, silent.

It was still at the Jiang family villa, and the scene was exactly the same as it was a month ago. However, the three people now had their own ulterior motives, and the atmosphere was completely different from before.

Seeing that no one responded, Xiao Lehui didn't continue to make himself bored. He twirled the glass with his fingertips, glancing towards the door from time to time.

Just as I was lost in thought, the sensor light at the entrance of the villa lit up.

There was a click sound indicating successful fingerprint recognition, and the door was pushed open from the outside. A cold wind carrying snowflakes blew into the living room, bringing with it a faint, cold fragrance.

Xiao Lehui was delighted and happily stood up to go greet her. But he immediately realized something was wrong and froze in shock.

Fu You's footsteps were always light, like a cat's, treading silently on the ground, even on the snow. But today, his footsteps towards the living room were clearly deep and steady, with the domineering aura of a superior.

Xiao Lehui was confused and inexplicably uneasy. He held the cup and looked up.

The person who approached the thin young man who had been haunting him was clearly a man he was very familiar with.

As the two of them drew closer, their appearances became more striking under the light: one mature and handsome, the other thin and beautiful. The moment Xiao Lehui saw the man's features clearly, a strong feeling of dizziness suddenly washed over her.

It was as if someone had punched him on the head, and his vision kept going dark. He stared wide-eyed in disbelief, looking at his uncle, Xiao Xi, who was looking at Fu You gently with a sidelong glance in the living room.

Xiao Lehui stood up in a hurry, and his movements were so hasty that the chair legs rubbed against the carpet, making a harsh "swishing" sound.

But he seemed oblivious, staring intently at the two of them. His confused mind held only one thought:

What’s going on?!

Why is Xiao Xi standing with Brother Fu You... and they look so close?!

He knew that he was not the only one who had such doubts, because he heard Jiang Siran beside him crush the can in his hand with a "crash".

But Fu You seemed oblivious to everyone's different reactions.

Under the light, the handsome young man was as beautiful as snow and jade as when they first met. He had black hair, fair skin, and cold green eyes. Under his long, raven-black eyelashes was a small teardrop mole, which was breathtaking.

"Everyone is here." Fu You curled his lips, and Xiao Xi beside him took the windbreaker he had taken off from his hands very gentlemanly.

Fu You chuckled softly, his eyes sweeping over the wolf cubs in the living room who all had different expressions on their faces: "Long time no see, how have you been lately?"

However, Xiao Lehui felt that there was a kind of indifference in that look that was extremely unfamiliar to him.

Like an ice field that never melts.

The slightest touch made him feel cold from the inside out, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"Jiang Fuyou!" Jiang Siran was the first to recover, his expression terribly gloomy. He walked around the chair and walked straight to Fuyou, gritting his teeth and demanding, "From yesterday until now, you haven't come home, and you haven't answered my calls. You've just been hanging out with this old man?!"

He had long been accustomed to Fu You's arrogant attitude, and had assumed that Fu You would lower his eyes gently and explain to him patiently, just like every time before.

Unexpectedly, this time Fu You just looked at him very coldly.

Although there was a smile on the young man's thin lips, one could tell at a glance that he was just playing along. "It just so happens that I was going to tell you..."

Fu You looked at Jiang Siran in front of him. The normally unruly young master seemed to realize something, and a wavering, evasive look suddenly welled up in his eyes, one that even he himself hadn't noticed, as if he was resisting hearing what he was about to say next.

"Xiaoran, let me introduce you, this is my boyfriend." Ke Fuyou paused, turned his head to look at Xiao Xi beside him, and the man also looked at him gently with his eyes lowered. The atmosphere between the two seemed very harmonious.

"We decided this morning to officially start our relationship."

When the handsome, frail young man spoke these words, his voice was as gentle and clear as ever, like the sound of jade. But these words immediately plunged the entire living room into silence.

After a long while, Jiang Siran finally said sternly, "Why this morning?"

He was the first to come to his senses, his face almost black enough to drip with water. Jiang Siran looked like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away, going crazy and making a fuss.

"Jiang Fuyou, where on earth did you go last night?!" He was so confused and furious that he even forgot that there were so many people watching him. He raised his hand and wanted to grab Fuyou's wrist to check: "Did you let him touch you?!"

Jiang Siran didn't dare to think about it too much.

Just when he was exhausted and heartbroken looking for Jiang Fuyou, she might be with another man.

Just the thought of this possibility drove him crazy.

Just as his palm was about to touch Fu You's cold skin, a large hand reached out from the side and grasped Jiang Si Ran's wrist. The hand's owner, a slender figure, wore a luxurious watch. The owner of the hand smiled and whispered, "Young Master Jiang, now that you're an adult, stop pestering Fu You like a child. Even if he's your brother, he has his own life."

The intimacy with which Xiao Xi addressed Fu You hurt Jiang Siran, who was already angry.

His expression turned fierce, and he shook off Xiao Xi's restraints with all his strength, squinting his eyes with disgust: "I'm talking to Jiang Fuyou, how can a wild man like you have the right to butt in?!"

There was a crisp "pop" sound.

Jiang Siran's head jerked, a blush quickly spreading across his thin cheeks. A searing pain surged into his brain, and his furious expression remained frozen on his face, looking incredibly comical.

The others were also stunned, and even Xiao Xi's eyes flashed with surprise. No one had expected Fu You to actually attack Jiang Siran.

Jiang Siran covered his face with his hands and stared blankly at Fu You. He saw a very unfamiliar expression on the other person's face.

Fu You looked at him, her eyelashes cast a shadow from the light from above, which looked like silver needles, covering the emotions in her eyes.

It is extremely cold and indifferent, like a tired jade statue.

Fu You had just slapped Jiang Siran with his hand and had not yet retracted it. He had slapped him with such force that his fingertips had turned red.

He said calmly, "Jiang Siran, you've gone too far."

Jiang Siran's expression suddenly changed.

Xiao Le watched from the sidelines, terrified, fearing that this man, who didn't care about the situation, would become furious and attack. Beating up his uncle, that shameless old man, was fine, but it seemed that Jiang Siran's anger was now directed at Fu You.

That won't work.

He reached out to stop him, but Jiang Siran didn't strike back as he'd expected. The young man suddenly grabbed Fu You's sleeve and looked up: "What did you call me?"

Jiang Siran cared more about Fu You's address than the slap he'd received. He clutched Fu You tightly, his brow furrowed in disbelief, his handsome face flushed, looking almost pitiful. "Jiang Fu You, you..."

Fu You lowered his eyes, his slender knuckles as cold as ice and snow, but with an unyielding strength, he pried Jiang Siran's hands apart one by one.

"You're right, I was never your brother."

Only after the last finger was pried open did Fu You raise his eyes to look at him. His profile was fair and beautiful under the light, yet so cold. Jiang Si Ran hadn't seen Fu You show him such a cold expression in ten years.

It was like the silver light of a knife tip passing by, making people feel cold all over.

"Jiang Siran, I've repaid everything I owe you. Now, we're even."

He heard Jiang Fuyou's cold voice, sentencing him word by word.

Such a light sound, but in his ears, it was like thunder.

Jiang Siran stared blankly at Fu You, his expression utterly bewildered. This lavish king, squandering his money without restraint, reveled in Fu You's care and tolerance, believing such preferential treatment was his due, and that his privileged position would endure forever.

But how could he know that even the richest treasury would eventually be squandered.

All of Fu You's tolerance for him and all the gratitude that once warmed his heart were squandered in those little bits of time wasted and the bad words and bad deeds that happened day after day.

Fu You doesn't want him anymore.

As if his soul had been taken away in an instant, Jiang Siran slumped to the ground, his white hair hanging over his eyebrows, making it impossible to see his expression.

Fu You ignored him and went upstairs.

When he went downstairs again, he was carrying a small suitcase containing all his belongings from the villa. Fu You carried the suitcase and walked past Jiang Siran without hesitation, heading out the door with Xiao Xi, who had been waiting for a long time.

"Jiang Fuyou." A voice suddenly called out from behind, the voice was very hoarse, as if it had just swallowed hot sand.

Fu You paused for a moment, and Xiao Xi glanced at him. Then, he calmly walked out, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Jiang Fuyou!" A shrill roar almost brought with it the smell of blood.

The rest of the words were not spoken, but everyone present could hear that Jiang Siran was begging Fu You not to leave.

But Fu You seemed not to hear it.

Xiao Le looked back at Jiang Siran who was in such a miserable state. He had never seen him like this since he was a child. He couldn't help but feel frightened and terrified, as if a rabbit had died and a fox had grieved for it.

Even such a close brother, Fu You could abandon him without mercy, let alone him...

Fortunately, Fu You still didn't know about the ridiculous bet he made with Jiang Siran when he was drunk.

Xiao Lehui felt a surge of relief. He ran a few steps, stopped in front of Fu You, and advised, "Brother, it's snowing outside, and it's not convenient to drive. Why don't we leave later?"

Fu You stopped walking after hearing this.

But when those haunting green eyes looked at him quietly, Xiao Lehui only felt a strong sense of shock.

An ominous premonition suddenly came over me.

"Young Master Xiao is a playful, playful man, and enjoys betting with others. He's even willing to stake his own feelings, just to add a little more spice. I admire you." Fu You finally smiled, but his lips curled, and his eyes held a truly cold expression. "But I'm very busy, and my time is precious. Young Master Xiao, I don't have time to play this childish game of house with you."

After saying this, Fu You turned around and left the villa completely.

The door lock snapped shut again, and the young man's thin figure disappeared into the bright snow outside the house. Xiao Lehui was shocked by the cold light, his mind went blank, and his whole body felt cold.

After a long time, he suddenly turned around, his expression extremely cold and gloomy, and walked angrily towards Pei Yi, who had been silent in the shadows.

"Why?!" Xiao Lehui pulled Pei Yi's collar, his face no longer having the sunny look of the past, his dark eyes looked gloomy, vaguely resembling those of his uncle.

Besides him and Jiang Siran, only Pei Yi was present that day. The only way Fu You knew about their bet was from this bastard!

Xiao Lehui glared at Pei Yi in a mixture of anger and confusion. Under the light, the young man's cool and handsome features were also filled with frustration and loneliness.

"You were wrong, and so was I." Pei Yi looked at Xiao Lehui's suddenly constricted pupils and calmly spoke the truth that pierced his heart: "We both chose the worst possible beginning."

It's so bad that there may never be a chance to get an ending from the young man.

But this is the irony of life. Most of the times, a person's most heart-warming moments occur when he is not prepared.

When he prepared everything and knew how to treat this relationship well, he could no longer find that heart-beating moment.

——Even the person they had a crush on was lost because of their nonsense.

The snow stopped, and the moonlight shone quietly through the window of the villa onto the three young men in the living room, like a basin of cold water pouring on three stray dogs.

Outside the villa, the moonlight also shone coldly into the car.

Fu You sat in the passenger seat, leaning back, his black hair covering his eyebrows, his exposed chin was thin and sharp, and his lips were so pale that they were almost invisible.

Xiao Xi started the car and glanced to the side. He couldn't help but frown at the sight. He moved closer to Fu You, leaned over to look at him, and touched the young man's forehead with his palm.

It was boiling hot, like a fine porcelain cup filled with hot tea.

Xiao Xi paused, his expression seemingly unchanged. He whispered, "You have a fever."

He raised his hand, lifted the hair hanging down from Fu You's forehead, looked into her eyes, and asked calmly, "Do you need to go to the hospital or contact your family doctor?"

In the dim light, Fu You's expression remained cold, but a thin layer of red gradually appeared on his pale face, making him look a little lustful.

The young man's green eyes were a little blurry due to the high fever. After hearing Xiao Xi's words, his eyes turned and his gaze slowly fell on the man.

The tail of her eye is watery red, her eyelashes are thick black, and the tip of her eyelashes touches a small mole as small as a needle tip, as if a teardrop is hanging.

Xiao Xi looked at it and his Adam's apple rolled.

Fu You seemed not to notice the man's strangeness. He looked at Xiao Xi without answering, then suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled very gently.

"Thank you so much for today." Fu You smiled and sighed softly, "It's a pity that I haven't read for a long time, so I don't have anything to give you."

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The author has something to say: I suddenly found out that the crematorium was delivered on the Tanabata Festival. I mourn for the three men (bushi)