Gu Fei has several assistants and secretaries, each responsible for a specific task. The assistant who came to pick up Lin Qingyan this time was a decent-looking man in his thirties, who was considered Gu Fei's personal assistant. His name was Yang Jing.
Lin Qingyan politely addressed him as Brother Yang.
Yang Jing was simply following Master Gu's instructions to pick up the person, but he never expected that the person would be a fair-skinned and handsome young man, as delicate as a willow branch covered with morning dew.
"Brother Yang, is Master Gu busy with work?"
"This..." Yang Jing hesitated, unsure whether he should say it.
Another voice interrupted their conversation, "Looks like your Fei-ge didn't come to pick you up, are you disappointed?" Lu Yuqi had walked up to Lin Qingyan at some point, his tone and expression were a bit teasing, and he didn't look as cool and aloof as when they first met.
Yang Jing politely addressed Lu Yuqi as "Young Master".
Lin Qingyan retorted, "No way, don't talk nonsense."
He had been practicing with Lu Yuqi for the past few days, and their relationship had gradually become familiar. This young master was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. On the surface, he seemed arrogant and conceited, and he didn't talk much.
But you can't judge a book by its cover. Lu Yuqi is actually a kind-hearted person. When Lin Qingyan encounters a dance move he doesn't know, he will take the initiative to correct him and teach him the moves and techniques.
When the other trainees in the company were secretly gossiping about whether Lin Qingyan got in through connections, Lu Yuqi silenced them with a single sentence. (Original URL)
This feels great.
Seeing Lu Yuqi's teasing gaze, Lin Qingyan coughed uncomfortably and changed the subject, "Are you going back too? Want to come along?"
Lu Yuqi put his hands in his pockets and said coolly, "No, I'll drive myself."
"Okay then, see you tomorrow."
"Um."
Lin Qingyan got into the car, and soon after, she received a WeChat message from Lu Yuqi: Today is the anniversary of my uncle's death.
It was a seemingly random sentence, but Lin Qingyan immediately understood: Lu Yuqi was Gu Fei's cousin, so his uncle was Gu Fei's father, and today was the anniversary of Gu Fei's father's death.
He had learned online that Gu Fei's father had died in a car accident seven years ago, when Gu Fei was twenty years old.
Lin Qingyan looked down at the message Lu Yuqi had sent on the screen, her brows furrowing slightly with worry. What was Gu Fei doing right now? He must be very sad, right?
He sent a thank you message to Lu Yuqi, then opened his phone's contacts, tapped on the contact named "Mr. Gu," and hesitated for a long time before making the call.
Finally, I simply turned off the screen.
Gu Fei certainly didn't want anyone to disturb him at that moment.
Lin Qingyan was absentmindedly looking at the street scene outside the car window when his phone suddenly vibrated. The caller ID showed "Mr. Gu," whom he had been hesitating to dial earlier.
His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly answered the phone, calling out "Brother Fei" in an even softer tone than usual. The man on the other end was silent for two seconds before saying, "I'll have my assistant pick you up. Are you in the car?"
His tone was as calm as usual, with no discernible difference.
"Yeah, I'm on my way back." The boy pursed his lips slightly, hesitated for two seconds, and then added, "Brother Fei, I'll wait for you to come back at home."
The boy's voice traveled through the phone's electrical current into Gu Fei's ear, clear and gentle like a mountain spring, soft and obedient. Gu Fei gripped the phone tighter, feeling a tingling, electric sensation coursing through her heart.
He could even picture the boy looking like this: holding his phone, eyes downcast, long eyelashes fluttering, obedient as a rabbit. He wanted to kiss him, to touch him.
However, in reality, Mr. Gu simply gave a reserved "hmm" and said, "I'll be back a little late tonight, so don't wait for me for dinner."
Lin Qingyan nodded, "Okay, I understand..."
"good."
Lin Qingyan:? !
"Then I'll hang up now... goodbye, Fei-ge!"
Before the man on the other end could speak again, Lin Qingyan, her face instantly turning red, immediately hung up the phone. Her heart was still pounding, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.
The man's monosyllabic words seemed to have a magical power, swirling in his mind, the deep, magnetic word "good boy" playing over and over again, as if it were about to explode.
Assistant Yang glanced at the young man's flushed face in the rearview mirror and asked in confusion, "Young Master Lin, why is your face so red? Is it too hot in the car? Should we turn the air conditioning down a bit?"
Lin Qingyan: "...Yeah, it is a bit hot. The weather is just too hot right now."
Assistant Yang: "That's right."
Lin Qingyan: "..."
By the time they returned to the villa, it was already dark, with heavy black clouds looming over the sky, creating a gloomy atmosphere as if it were about to rain.
After dinner, Lin Qingyan went to his room to study. He found a math worksheet to do. Although he hadn't studied math for a long time, his memories from the past two years since his rebirth had become clearer.
It wasn't just his age that returned, but also his memories. He had a recollection of this knowledge, so it wasn't difficult for him to do it.
Lin Qingyan was always among the top students in his school days. If these accidents hadn't happened, he might be studying at a prestigious university in China right now.
But he had other things on his mind, so he was distracted while studying, and every now and then he would turn his head to look outside to see if it was going to rain.
Why hasn't Mr. Gu returned yet?
Time passed slowly, and a bolt of lightning ripped through the dark night sky, like a huge rift opening in an abyss, threatening to swallow people whole. Then it started to rain.
The rain was pouring down, relentlessly pounding against the French windows.
Lin Qingyan had only written half of the math test paper in front of her when she finally put down her pen in frustration. It was already nine o'clock at night, and Gu Fei still hadn't returned.
He took a shower in the bathroom, then lay on the bed bored and played some mobile games for a while, keeping an eye on the noises outside. Finally, around 10 p.m., there was a noise downstairs.
Lin Qingyan immediately put down her phone and quickly left the room to go downstairs. Gu Fei had indeed returned, but he was being helped up the stairs by Butler Shen.
The man's clothes were slightly damp, and he was leaning almost entirely on Butler Shen. His usually sharp and deep eyes were now lazily half-closed, and his cheeks were flushed. Only when you got closer could you smell the strong smell of alcohol emanating from him.
Gu Fei drank alcohol and got drunk.
"Butler Shen, let me help you."
Lin Qingyan quickly walked downstairs and helped Butler Shen support the man's other arm. Together, the two of them helped Gu Fei into the bathroom and laid him on the bed.
Even when drunk, Gu Fei didn't talk nonsense. He remained silent as usual, his eyes closed, but his brows were slightly furrowed. He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, looking somewhat uncomfortable.
"It seems Master Gu is quite drunk this time; he rarely gets drunk." After saying this, Butler Shen sighed softly. He naturally knew why Master Gu had drunk so much tonight.
But there are some things he won't tell others without permission.
"Uncle Chen, go and make some hangover soup. I can take care of Master Gu here."
"Okay, then I'll trouble you."
Butler Shen turned and left, closing the door behind him. When Lin Qingyan looked over again, Gu Fei was probably feeling hot, as he was unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, two buttons already undone.
The man was wearing a black shirt today, with the collar open, revealing a small patch of his healthy, light tan chest that rose and fell slightly with his breathing, giving him a very ascetic appearance.
The man's long, slender hands continued to unbutton his shirt. Lin Qingyan watched the man's movements, his Adam's apple bobbing as he unconsciously swallowed. He immediately turned and went into the bathroom.
When Lin Qingyan came out, he had a wet towel in his hand. He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully wiped the sweat off Gu Fei's face with the towel. After wiping his face, his gaze involuntarily moved downwards, and a slight blush appeared on the tips of his ears.
At this moment, the buttons of the black shirt were completely undone, leaving it wide open. The man's muscles were clearly defined, his eight-pack abs were beautiful and sexy, full of explosive power, and rose and fell slightly with his breathing...
At this moment, Lin Qingyan had only one thought in her mind:
She really is slim when dressed, but muscular when undressed.
It was still raining outside. Gu Fei's clothes got wet when she came back, and she would catch a cold if she slept in them like this.
Lin Qingyan struggled inwardly for a while, but finally leaned over and tried to take off the man's shirt completely. However, as soon as his hand touched the fabric, his wrist was grabbed.
He was startled. The man had opened his eyes at some point and was now quietly looking at him, though his eyes were unfocused, indicating that he was not yet fully conscious.
"Brother Fei, your clothes are wet, let me take them off for you." Lin Qingyan was a little nervous and remained in the same position until Gu Fei let go of her hand, then closed her eyes again.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Lin Qingyan immediately stood up like a startled rabbit. Butler Shen came in with freshly cooked hangover soup and didn't notice anything unusual.
"Xiao Yan, how is Master Gu?" Lin Qingyan and Butler Shen have been getting along well these past few days, and Butler Shen no longer calls him Young Master Lin.
"It's alright, he's already asleep." Lin Qingyan said naturally, taking the hangover soup from his hands. "Uncle Chen, it's getting late, you should go and rest. I can take care of things here."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
After Butler Shen left, Lin Qingyan placed the hangover soup on the bedside table, sat down on the edge of the bed again, and looked thoughtfully at the man's handsome and mature face before placing his hand on the man's face.
The boy closed his eyes and gently stroked Gu Fei's face, his fingertips tracing his eyebrows, nose, and mouth... carefully feeling the man's appearance in his heart.
The familiar touch was exactly the same as I remembered.
Lin Qingyan's fingertips trembled slightly, her eyes glistened with tears, and the corners of her eyes were already red.
It was him; Gu Fei was the man who took care of him in his past life.
Lin Qingyan has already made it official.
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