Chapter 61 This isn't New Year's money at all, it's...
Fang Xingu stammered, "No, no need."
"Excuse me?" Jing Yitong's voice sounded a little low and hoarse as he just woke up. "This is a normal physiological phenomenon."
Fang Xin was already stiff. Of course, he knew this was normal. Which man hadn't encountered this situation in the morning? But that didn't mean he could calmly face Jing Yitong in this situation. He said dryly, "I can take care of it myself in the bathroom."
Jing Yitong had already sat up in bed. Fang Xingu didn't dare to turn his head, but he could feel Jing Yitong getting closer and closer to him. He heard Jing Yitong's voice behind him say, "When you were little, you said that the school didn't give you any sex education lessons. Now, your brother will give you a lesson."
Fang Xingu grabbed Jing Yitong's outstretched right hand in alarm, his heart pounding, and called out, "Brother!"
“It’s alright,” Jing Yitong chuckled, covering Fang Xingu’s eyes with his left hand. “Leave it to me.”
Fang Xingu was plunged into darkness. He felt Jing Yitong easily break free from his restraints. The sound of blankets and clothes rubbing together filled the room. Then, Jing Yitong's hot palm touched Fang Xingu's skin.
Perhaps because his sight was deprived, his hearing and touch became increasingly acute. Under the intense sensory stimulation, Fang Xingu heard his breathing gradually become heavy. With his last bit of reason, he said, "No... Grandma is still outside."
Jing Yitong whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, the soundproofing here is very good. You won't be heard even if you make a sound."
"Hmm..."
Fang Xingu instinctively tried to shrink back, but instead pressed himself even closer into Jing Yitong's arms behind him. Jing Yitong's left hand covering his eyes was very gentle, but his right hand was a bit rough. Fang Xingu knew he should refuse Jing Yitong's overstepping actions, but in reality, he didn't even know where to put his hands, and simply indulged Jing Yitong's behavior.
That was so exciting!
Fang Xingu wanted to cover his face with his hands in shame, but forgot that Jing Yitong's left hand was still covering his face. The moment their hands overlapped, Jing Yitong felt Fang Xingu trembling slightly. He leaned down and comforted Fang Xingu in his ear: "It's okay, Xingu, relax."
In the moment of his sanity crumbling, Fang Xingu called out again in a trembling voice, "Brother..."
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Wang Jinxu is getting old and goes to bed early and gets up early every day. Today she woke up before six o'clock. After washing up, she took a walk around Jing Yitong's neighborhood. When she came back, she cooked a pot of congee with preserved egg and lean pork. After she finished breakfast, the two younger relatives in the master bedroom showed no sign of getting up.
It wasn't until nine o'clock in the morning, when Wang Jinxu was reading on the balcony, that Fang Xingu opened the master bedroom door and came out, then quickly closed it again.
With a strange expression, he held a toothbrush in his mouth, greeted Wang Jinxu with a "good morning," and then went to the guest bathroom to wash up.
When he came out, Wang Jinxu gestured towards the kitchen with her chin: "There's porridge in the kitchen, help yourself to some."
Fang Xingu said embarrassedly, "Grandma, why did you cook porridge yourself? We'll make it for you when we get up."
Wang Jinxu looked up from her book and snorted at him coldly: "By the time you two get up, this old lady will be starving."
Fang Xingu awkwardly slipped into the kitchen and brought out the casserole containing porridge. In this respect, he and Jing Yitong had indeed failed. Not only did they leave Wang Jinxu, their guest, without breakfast so early in the morning, but they also had to trouble her to make breakfast for them.
Seeing his busy figure, Wang Jinxu asked, "Where's Xiaotong? Hasn't he gotten up yet?"
Wang Jinxu muttered to herself on the balcony. She had watched both children grow up. Regardless of who was more diligent, Jing Yitong was definitely more polite than Fang Xingu. How could he get up later than Fang Xingu?
"...Oh, my brother is washing up."
Fang Xingu's face still burned as he recalled their antics in the room. He seriously suspected that neither he nor Jing Yitong had fully woken up, which was why they were in bed so early in the morning for class. Thinking about how Jing Yitong had walked into the shower earlier, Fang Xingu felt like he was about to be scalded.
After a while, Jing Yitong also came out of the master bedroom. He was still a little damp, obviously having just taken a shower. He greeted Wang Jinxu and was then called to have breakfast.
Jing Yitong sat at the dining table. Fang Xingu served him a bowl, and Jing Yitong reached out to take it. Their right hands accidentally touched. Fang Xingu inexplicably thought of what Jing Yitong's right hand had just done to him, and his wrist trembled uncontrollably, almost spilling the porridge.
Jing Yitong quickly took the bowl of porridge and teased in a low voice, "So nervous?"
Fang Xingu glared at him, then glanced at Wang Jinxu out of the corner of her eye. Only after confirming that Wang Jinxu was engrossed in watching the news and completely oblivious to their movements did she breathe a sigh of relief and reply, "Be careful."
Jing Yitong took a sip of porridge and said in a nonchalant manner, "It's normal for brothers to help each other, isn't it?"
"Really?" Fang Xingu looked at him resentfully. "Then why didn't you let me help you just now?"
Jing Yitong paused in his breakfast, then patted Fang Xingu's head with a meaningful expression and said, "Don't worry, I'll ask you for help next time. But believe me, you probably don't want to help me."
"What...?"
At this moment, Wang Jinxu glanced at Fang Xingu and Jing Yitong, who were whispering to each other at the dining table. The two were speaking in hushed tones, but their heads were close together, and their posture showed that they were very intimate.
Wang Jinxu shook her head. The two brothers really had a good relationship. It seemed that she had been worrying too much.
If that's the case... then arranging a marriage between them doesn't seem like a problem?
All morning, the three of them were making their own plans. At noon, Jing Yitong booked a very private restaurant. After having lunch with Wang Jinxu, the two of them returned home. Soon after, Wang Jinxu said that Teacher Chu would be picking her up later, and she would not be staying there tonight.
Fang Xin Gu: "Grandma, are you leaving tonight? Aren't you going to stay a few more days?"
Jing Yitong also said, "Yes, Grandma, just treat this place as your own home."
Wang Jinxu waved her hand: "Alright, my lifestyle is too different from yours young people, so I won't stay here and bother you."
Fang Xingu tried to persuade him to stay: "It's okay, and we won't be home for the Spring Festival this year. If you stay here a few more days, we'll treat it as the Spring Festival."
Wang Jinxu said with disdain, "Do you think I want to live here? I have to make my own breakfast."
At this point, both Xin Gu and Jing Yitong fell silent, not daring to say another word.
Seeing that the two children had finally stopped nagging, Wang Jinxu continued, "Since we won't be spending the New Year together this year, let's give them the red envelopes now."
As she spoke, she took a red envelope from her bag and gave it to Fang Xingu, who did not refuse: "Thank you, Grandma."
Although Fang Xin is already twenty-five years old this year and has a successful career, he is not short of money at all. However, as the youngest child in the Fang family, his elders still give him lucky money every year.
Fang Xingu could guess the amount inside just by touching the thickness of the red envelope. As usual, he wouldn't give too much money, probably around two thousand, mainly for good luck.
Seeing that Fang Xin had accepted the red envelope, Wang Jinxu took out another red envelope from her bag: "This is for Xiaotong."
Jing Yitong accepted it with both hands and said with a smile, "Thank you, Grandma."
The Jing and Fang families were old friends, and Jing Yitong had received red envelopes from the Fang family elders every year since he was a child, with the amount always matching that of Fang Xin Gu.
But this time, he felt something was wrong as soon as he received the red envelope—why was it so thick?
Fang Xin had obviously noticed that Jing Yitong's red envelope was much thicker and larger than his own, and it certainly contained much more money.
Fang Xingu looked up and asked directly, "Grandma, why did you give my brother such a thick red envelope?"
As they were talking, Teacher Chu came to pick up Wang Jinxu. Wang Jinxu looked at the two of them with puzzled expressions, too lazy to explain, and just muttered "Idiot!" before following Teacher Chu away.
Fang Xingu and Jing Yitong were left alone at home, looking at each other for a moment. After a while, Jing Yitong seemed to have a premonition. He opened the red envelope and saw that it contained a stack of brand-new 10,000 yuan and a one-yuan coin.
Fang Xingu hadn't reacted yet and asked in confusion, "Why is there a coin?"
"It seems Grandma has changed her mind; she's probably quite supportive of our marriage now."
"Um?"
Jing Yitong smiled as he looked at the red envelope in his hand. It turned out that this was not New Year's money at all, but a "change of address fee": "Ten thousand and one yuan, this is one in ten thousand."
As he spoke, he turned the red envelope over, and a "囍" character came into view on the front of the envelope.
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The days passed by, and before we knew it, it was New Year's Eve.
Recently, Cao Yangxi's studio also had a holiday for the Chinese New Year. Fang Xin stayed at home every day until New Year's Eve, when he finally put down the album-related work. In the morning, he helped Jing Yitong clean the house and wrote a couplet to paste on Jing Yitong's front door. He also put up various New Year decorations in the house, and soon the house was filled with the atmosphere of the Spring Festival.
In the afternoon, the two dawdled as they began preparing the New Year's Eve dinner. Fang Xin knew that his chance to show off his culinary skills had finally arrived.
While Jing Yitong was taking stock of the ingredients at home, Fang Xingu cleared his throat and stepped forward: "I'll cook a few dishes for the New Year's Eve dinner too."
Upon hearing this, Jing Yitong thought of the pot that he had burned and chuckled, "Have you finally honed your cooking skills at home these past few days?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Xingu knew that Jing Yitong had already discovered his hard work in honing his culinary skills. He asked in surprise, "You knew?"
Jing Yitong shrugged: "You just gave me a new pot, and the ingredients in the house keep mysteriously disappearing. It's hard not to guess, isn't it?"
Fang Xingu laughed out loud: "Okay, it's not very clever."
"Alright, let Teacher Fang show me her skills today. What dishes is Teacher Fang going to make?"
Fang Xingu began to announce the dishes: "Sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried prawns, and Kung Pao chicken."
Jing Yitong nodded as he checked the ingredients at home: "Hmm, the prawns definitely need to be fresh, sweet and sour pork ribs... oh dear, I think I ran out of sugar the day before yesterday."
Fang Xin picked up his phone: "See if you need anything else, and order some takeout to be delivered."
Jing Yitong gave Fang Xingu the names of several ingredients and seasonings, which Fang Xingu wrote down one by one. However, the two of them obviously had no experience in spending the New Year alone. After ordering takeout, they waited for an hour but no one accepted the order. It was already 3 p.m., and the supermarket would be closing for the New Year soon, but their order still hadn't been delivered.
Fang Xingu and Jing Yitong then realized that things were not good—if they continued to wait like this, they might not be able to have their New Year's Eve dinner.
Fang Xin hesitated before suggesting, "Why don't we go out and buy it ourselves?"
If it were anyone else, they would definitely drive out and buy it themselves, but they are public figures after all, so it's not very convenient for them to go out by themselves.
Jing Yitong: "What if we get caught?"
Based on his limited experience, Fang Xin said, "At this time, most people should already be at home preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner, so there shouldn't be too many people in the supermarket."
There really wasn't any other way. They couldn't just drag their assistant over and make her go buy groceries for them during the Lunar New Year. In the end, Jing Yitong agreed: "Then I'll go."
Fang Xingu thought for a moment and said, "I'll go with you." In case Jing Yitong is discovered, the two of them will have someone to look after them.
Jing Yitong didn't refuse, and they drove together to the nearest supermarket.
Just as Fang Xingu had imagined, there were hardly any customers left in the supermarket. They then put on some disguises—Fang Xingu wore his black-rimmed glasses, and Jing Yitong wore the half-rimmed glasses that Fang Xingu had bought for him before. With their masks on, it was impossible to tell who they were unless you looked closely.
The two first gathered all the seasonings, then purchased some ingredients, snacks, and drinks. When they finally reached the fresh produce section, they found it was almost empty, with only one staff member weighing the fresh produce for customers.
There were still some fish left, but Fang Xin hadn't seen a single shrimp all day. Unconvinced, he asked the staff, "Excuse me, are there any shrimp left?"
"That's all, that's all," the staff member said without looking up, simply pointing to the shrimp that had just been weighed and labeled. "These are the last few."
Fang Xin couldn't very well go up and snatch the shrimp, so he said regretfully, "Alright."
The customer who managed to snag the last few shrimp instinctively looked at them, but the moment she saw the two men, she froze. She stared at them blankly for a moment, then her pupils constricted, and she gasped and screamed, "Holy crap!"
Fang Xingu and Jing Yi were startled and looked at her together. They saw that the girl was staring at them with wide eyes, clearly recognizing them.
The few staff members and customers nearby were drawn to the girl's commotion and turned to look at them. Fang Xingu and Jing Yitong, seeing this, hurriedly shook their heads and gestured to the girl to calm down.
The girl nodded blankly, then looked at the cart full of vegetables and seasonings in their hands, clearly preparing to go home to cook New Year's Eve dinner. Her pupils dilated in shock: Holy crap, these two are actually living a normal life!
...But she's a die-hard fan of Fang Xin Gu!!!
Even though she wasn't a die-hard fan, the girl still felt a pang of heartbreak. Recently, rumors were circulating online that Fang Xingu and Jing Yitong were living together. Although she knew it was probably true, she was actually praying that maybe Fang Xingu had just arrived in Beijing and hadn't found a place to stay yet, so she was just staying at Jing Yitong's house for a few days and had already moved out.
Unexpectedly, reality dealt her a heavy blow. It had been almost two months, and the two of them were still living together and even planning to spend the Lunar New Year together!
What's even more terrifying is that they might be the only two people spending the New Year together, otherwise why would they be the only two people going out to buy groceries?
Realizing this, the girl could barely speak. Her heart was bleeding, but she still tried to act magnanimous and said, "Haha, what a coincidence, Xin Gu, you're here to buy shrimp too?"
Fang Xin said with a helpless smile, "It's a pity they're all sold out. I was planning to make shrimp for the New Year's Eve dinner."
The girl looked at the shrimp in her hand, then at Fang Xingu and Jing Yitong in front of her. Who knows what kind of mentality she, a die-hard fan of Fang Xingu, was in right now?
But the only thing she was sure of was that Fang Xingu looked particularly good now, much better than at the NB disbandment concert. Even though his face was covered by a mask, the girl could still feel the sense of peace and happiness emanating from him from his eyebrows, expression and movements.
Having experienced Fang Xingu's disbandment, illness, and retirement from the entertainment industry in the latter half of last year, the girl had long since become a die-hard fan of Fang Xingu. Now, she finally accepted her fate and tremblingly handed over the shrimp in her hand: "Then, then this bag of shrimp is for you."
Fang Xingu was taken aback for a moment: "Isn't this inappropriate?"
The girl sobbed through gritted teeth, "Take it, as long as you're happy."
Fang Xin Gu: ?
Without saying a word, the girl tossed the shrimp into their cart: "Happy New Year... oh no, I mean, Happy New Year."
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Author's Note: I really want to show everyone the original drafts of this chapter [heart emoji], but I'm all talk and no action, hehe [droopy-eared rabbit emoji]
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