Chapter 87 N-Disintegration
Yu Ri is the first day of the Lunar New Year.
Chu Beiling had drunk too much last night without realizing it, and woke up earlier than his biological clock. His head was throbbing, as if a drill was buzzing inside.
He was in excruciating pain and couldn't sit up for a moment, so he could only stare blankly at the ceiling.
After a short while, as the hangover subsided, Chu Beiling sat up, clutching her head, and pressed her temples hard against the headboard for support.
He had almost no memory of the events of the previous night, and his only recollection of the night was listening to Xing Yu play the cello.
Chu Beiling sat on the bed for a while, then got out of bed and went outside, bumping into Xing Yu who had just opened the door.
He handed him the hangover tea, saying, "Drinking this hangover tea will relieve your headache a lot."
Xing Yu said, "Don't drink so much next time, it's bad for your health."
"Yes, I know." Chu Beiling took the hangover tea from Xing Yu's hand, gulped it down, and then said to him, "Xing Yu, Happy New Year."
Xing Yu: "Happy New Year."
Chu Beiling asked, "Did I cause any trouble with the drunkard last night?"
Xing Yu: "No."
Chu Beiling had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Xing Yu say, "But you're talking nonsense."
Chu Beiling's heart tightened, afraid that she had said something she shouldn't have, and she quickly explained, "I was just talking nonsense when I was drunk, so don't take it seriously."
Xing Yu approached him inch by inch with burning eyes, and lifted his chin.
Chu Beiling's throat was still dry and itchy from last night's hangover, and his Adam's apple bobbed. "Wh-what's wrong?"
Xing Yu dropped a bombshell: "You grabbed me and said you wanted me to have sex with you. If you can't handle it, don't let me go. Take me back and continue. I'll show you how to make you cry. That's utter nonsense!"
Chu Beiling broke out in a cold sweat: "I, I, that's what I said?!"
But others clearly said that he was very well-behaved after a hangover, did nothing, and just fell asleep.
Zhu Qing'an and Fu Xingzhou wouldn't lie to him, so could it be that being with Xing Yu has awakened his deep-seated lustful nature?
But this is really too intense!!!
But he couldn't deny that this was indeed something he might say.
If Xing Yu were to provoke him further, he would likely become even more reckless in his pursuit of verbal sparring, embarking on a path of self-destruction from which there is no turning back.
However, Xing Yu—was he deliberately changing the pronoun, saying it backwards?
Xing Yu wore a half-smile, looking like he was watching a good show.
Chu Beiling stiffened her neck and said frankly, "Yes, so what? Xing Yu, let me tell you, if you can't serve me well, I'll go find someone else."
Xing Yu's gaze darkened, and he gripped the man's neck tightly, pulling him closer: "You dare."
He wouldn't, and he wouldn't dare.
But how could Chu Beiling, with his rebellious nature, say he wouldn't dare just because Xing Yu said that? Where would he put his face? The more Xing Yu forbade him to do it, the more rebellious he became.
Chu Beiling turned her head slightly, deliberately blew a breath into his ear, and deftly unbuttoned the first button of Xing Yu's home clothes, hooking her index finger through the hole.
He slightly lifted his eyelids and spoke lazily, his tone amused and teasing: "Xing Yu, you're not just all talk, I am too. I like things wild."
Xing Yu grabbed his wrist, pushed him aside, and turned to leave, so fast that Chu Beiling barely had time to react.
Action precedes thought; he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Xing Yu's wrist.
"Are you angry?" Chu Beiling looked at Xing Yu uncertainly, her heart pounding.
The situation is different now than it was back then; he shouldn't use this to tease Xing Yu and see his reaction.
At the same time, Chu Beiling felt an overwhelming surge of bittersweet emotions—Xing Yu had completely ignored his teasing.
Tension meets indifference, a moment of silence—
Xing Yu pulled the person into his arms and hugged him tightly, his hands and arms bulging with veins.
He buried his face in Chu Beiling's neck and nuzzled against her: "Don't joke about this with me, Chu Beiling. I can't take it, and I'll want to lock you up too. Please don't make me do that!"
Chu Beiling's heart ached with a bittersweet feeling. He raised the back of his hand and gently stroked Xing Yu's hunched back before hugging him tightly. "I'm yours. You can do whatever you want with me."
Xing Yu released his hand, grabbed his chin, and kissed him.
Xing Yu appeared indifferent, but his kisses were fierce, predatory, and driven by a strong possessiveness and desire for control.
Even in his youthful and restless days, he held absolute dominance. Every time Chu Beiling clashed with him, Xing Yu would precisely control her, and she would eventually give up and let him manipulate her.
Xing Yu only let him go when he was out of breath, his whole body turned bright red, and he became limp as a puddle.
This time was different; Xing Yu's kiss was gentle and devout, with an intention to please him.
Such a kiss was even more unbearable for Chu Beiling. His breath filled his eyes, lips, ears, and neck, like feathers tickling his skin before quickly leaving, making him unbearably itchy and causing his adrenaline to surge.
If the doorbell hadn't rung at that moment, they probably would have already rolled onto the sofa or bed.
Chu Beiling frowned in displeasure. Seeing him smile faintly, Xing Yu gently rubbed his swan-like neck and released his grip: "I'll go take a look."
Chu Beiling, holding back a sip, replied, "Mm."
No matter who was outside the door, he had an urge to chop them into eighteen pieces and throw them into West Lake to feed the fish.
Calm down, calm down, don't be a lawless madman, don't be a lawless madman.
His phone kept ringing in the bedroom. As he passed the entrance, Chu Beiling couldn't help but glance at it. The person standing outside the door was completely blocked by Xing Yu, so he couldn't see him, but the voice sounded like a man.
Chu Beiling resisted the urge to go over, exchanged a glance with Xing Yu across the distance, and stepped directly into the bedroom without turning her head.
It was Little Eggplant calling, Chu Beiling answered.
Little Eggplant: "Happy New Year, brother."
Chu Beiling smiled and replied, "Little eggplant, Happy New Year."
Little Eggplant said, "Brother, what happened between you and Mom? She's still angry."
Chu Beiling said bluntly, "We had a fight. You should comfort your mother and make her less angry."
Little Eggplant said, "Okay, I'll try to appease Mom and make her less angry. But brother, you have to come back soon too. Mom and I miss you very much."
"I miss you too, little eggplant..."
During the pause, Little Eggplant's sweet, soft voice came through the receiver: "Brother, I'm here."
Chu Beiling took a breath, deciding not to tell Xiao Qiezi that she wouldn't be returning to Singapore for the time being; if she did, she would definitely cry.
On the first day of the new year, Chu Beiling didn't want Little Eggplant to cry.
After chatting briefly with Xiao Qiezi, Chu Beiling hung up and then messaged the Filipino maid, asking her to brew some cooling tea for Li Shuying, to tell her to be less angry, and to take good care of Li Shuying.
When Chu Beiling came out, there was a pile of cranberry bagels on the table. She picked one up and asked, "Did that person just bring these over?"
Xing Yu turned around: "Yeah, he said he made a lot last night, so he gave me some."
Chu Beiling's face darkened: "How did you two meet? They made bread and were thinking of sharing some with you on the first day of the new year."
Xing Yu met his gaze and said casually, "Once, his dog got lost and asked about it in the owners' group. I happened to run into him and returned it to him."
"It's quite interesting; you can tell they put a lot of thought into it," Chu Beiling commented casually, looking at the pile of bagels.
Xing Yu: "I even helped him walk his dog once."
"Is that so?" Chu Beiling smirked and chuckled. "The people living in this community may not be all rich or powerful, but they are all elites in their respective fields. It's good to know more people; they might be of help someday. It's a good thing."
Xing Yu: "You really think so?"
Chu Beiling: "Isn't that right?"
Xing Yu did not respond.
He shouldn't have gone looking for trouble, let alone carefully considered, tested, and dug out each detail to confirm. It would have been better if he hadn't done anything at all; by doing so, he was just making trouble for himself.
After breakfast, the two went into the study and busied themselves, not exchanging many words. They were busy until noon, when they had lunch together. In the afternoon, they went to the nursing home to visit Grandma Chen and help her out.
When we went to see Grandma Chen today, she didn't recognize them again.
Not to mention that yesterday I consulted the almanac for them, happily and expectantly choosing a wedding date for them. With bright, peach-blossom eyes filled with smiles, I said that when they get married in the second half of the year, I will go on stage to present them with the rings.
Just like Grandma Chen's memories, Chu Beiling felt that his relationship with Xing Yu was also trapped in time, capable of changing in an instant.
This feeling of seemingly having everything yet being unable to grasp anything left Chu Beiling bewildered and at a loss.
He seriously doubted that those fleeting moments of beauty, like fireworks bursting in the sky, were not real, but rather his illusions.
Only the persistent, suffocating pain is real and unchangeable.
Throughout the Spring Festival holiday, Chu Beiling spent her mornings at home reading documents, occasionally reading books, or staring blankly at the computer screen, while Xing Yu was either practicing the piano or drawing.
In the afternoon, the two of them went to the nursing home to keep Grandma Chen company.
Tomorrow is the first day back to work after the New Year. Chu Beiling went to the music room to find Xing Yu, whose hands were still playing the violin.
Chu Beiling said, "After the New Year, when work resumes, I will move back to my own apartment; it will be more convenient there."
He had to cross the river to get to the company from Xing Yu's apartment, and he couldn't stand the semi-cold war between him and Xing Yu during this time.
If he can't stand it anymore, Chu Beiling's ostrich-like nature kicks in, and all he wants to do is run away, pretending he can't hear or see anything.
"Little Blueberry".
Chu Beiling's heart skipped a beat.
Xing Yu stopped and looked up at him: "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."
For some reason, Chu Beiling felt that Xing Yu was saying this on purpose, giving him a chance to change his mind.
Moving out and then back in is difficult, he knows that; he acted impulsively.
Chu Beiling consciously backed down and stopped insisting: "I have to pick someone up from the airport this afternoon, so I won't be going to see Grandma Chen."
Xing Yu: "Who are you picking up?"
Chu Beiling: "Fu Xingzhou and Zhu Qing'an."
Xing Yu understood. He got up, put the cello into the glass case, and said, "I'll go with you."
There were a lot of cars on the road today, all returning to Hangzhou. The navigation was all red, so we kept stopping and starting, and it took almost two hours to crawl to the airport. Luckily, we had anticipated this when we set off.
When they arrived at the airport, Fu Xingzhou and Zhu Qing'an happened to be coming off the jet bridge, so they didn't have to wait.
Xing Yu went to the underground parking garage, while Chu Beiling went up to the terminal building and waited for someone at the arrival exit.
Upon seeing the person emerge, Chu Beiling stepped forward to take Fu Xingzhou's luggage, but Fu Xingzhou easily dodged her.
“I don’t need to do it myself.” He reached out and pinched the back of Chu Beiling’s neck. “Didn’t I tell you that you don’t need to come and pick me up? Just rest at home.”
"Since you're free anyway," Chu Beiling said. "Stay at my place while you're back in China; it's close to the company."
Fu Xingzhou raised an eyebrow, quite surprised: "So fast, did you move in with us?"
Chu Beiling could never hide anything from him, so she nodded.
Zhu Qing'an, who was standing to the side, was completely focused on Fu Xingzhou and only listened to half of what he said: "What do you mean you want Leo to move in with you?"
He was both shocked and displeased: "You actually allow others to invade your territory? Has the sun risen in the west?!"
Fu Xingzhou: "No, it's like a peacock spreading its tail feathers."
Chu Beiling: "Leo, that's enough."
Zhu Qing'an squeezed between the two, separating them, and said with dissatisfaction: "Chu Beiling, give me an explanation."
Zhu Qing'an's voice was not quiet, and Xing Yu, who had just parked his car, heard it. The sour feeling he had been suppressing suddenly gushed out again, almost reaching super high temperature.
Suppressing his turbulent emotions, Xing Yu stepped forward and greeted Fu Xingzhou: "President Fu, nice to meet you." The jealous man completely ignored Zhu Qing'an.
Having finally met the legendary figure in person, Fu Xingzhou raised an eyebrow, shook hands with him, and commented seriously, "Indeed, quite impressive, worth the wait."
The jealous man assumed he was talking about a collaboration, so he didn't scrutinize the strangeness in his words. He was used to all sorts of eccentric clients who were unpredictable and thought of things on their own.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the group returned to the underground parking garage, where Xing Yu checked the navigation app and asked for directions.
Chu Beiling gave her apartment address.
The hand that was pressing the vinegar jar on the LCD screen paused, and he looked up.
At the same time, Zhu Qing'an's voice rang out in the closed carriage: "No, I won't allow it."
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