Chapter 42 After Liu Duanhe made his decision, he...
Once Liu Duanhe made his decision, he didn't hesitate any longer. After hanging up the phone, he promptly sent a message to Secretary Wei, asking him to arrange for all meetings and business trips to be postponed to free up that day.
Dr. Song rubbed his brow and sighed. He was undoubtedly an extremely responsible doctor with great enthusiasm for his career. Even though it was already dark, the psychological clinic in the building was still brightly lit.
Seeing this, the female assistant got up, went to the water bar, poured a glass of perfectly warm water, placed it on the desk, and asked curiously, "Dr. Song, why do you look so worried?"
Aside from those close to her, no one else knew that the female assistant had exceptionally sensitive hearing, capable of hearing even the faintest sounds. For example, when Dr. Song was on the phone, she could vaguely hear the voice, a deep and pleasant sound that made one's ears tingle. Although the content was unclear, it was clearly a male voice.
The female assistant was hired in the last six months, and Liu Duanhe had not been to the clinic since college, so she had never met Liu Duanhe.
Dr. Song took a sip of water, her expression softening, and simply said, "He is one of my patients."
When the female assistant heard that it was about a patient, she didn't ask any more questions. The patients at Dr. Song's clinic were mostly wealthy and powerful people, so their emphasis on privacy was self-evident, and they were not people they could afford to offend.
After taking a few sips of water to soothe his throat, Dr. Song opened his computer, found Liu Duanhe's file, and lightly tapped his porcelain cup on the table.
The smooth white porcelain bowl was placed back on the table. Feng Xingyun held his phone for a while before he came to his senses. He picked up his chopsticks again and ate a few mouthfuls of cold rice without tasting it.
His cold, stern eyes concealed a dejected look that outsiders couldn't discern. To onlookers, Feng Xingyun appeared even more ferocious, as if he might grab a stool and start a fight at any moment.
His mother, Zhang Yuxiang, watched for a while, then couldn't help but laugh out loud, teasing, "Which girl are you chatting with? Is she someone you like?"
The last time she went up the mountain to draw a fortune stick, the master said that her son's love star was shining brightly, and now it seems that it was very accurate. It's truly a cause for celebration.
Feng Xingyun didn't hear it at first, but when the sentence mentioned liking, he came back to his senses and frowned, saying, "Not a little girl."
Zhang Yuxiang's eyes widened in surprise. She knew her son well; he was a quiet, reserved person with a sharp tongue. Just the comment about not being a young girl, without refuting the following statement, clearly indicated that something was going on.
Feng Hou frowned and stared at Feng Xingyun. "What did you mean by what you just said?"
He never imagined that Feng Xingyun would do something so big without saying a word. He looked him up and down curiously, his solemn face expressionless. Some time ago, Feng Xingyun inexplicably asked him what it felt like to like someone, and he thought he was in a relationship, but then nothing came of it. Now the mystery was solved.
If she really has someone she likes, it's probably a boy.
Feng Xingyun leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It means very simply. I have someone I like, and it's a man."
He was twirling his phone in his hand. He was tall and had big hands, so the phone was completely held in his palm. The tense atmosphere between father and son didn't affect him at all. Feng Xingyun was even thinking about what to wear the day after tomorrow. In the past, he would just grab something that was already put together in the closet, but this was their first time seeing each other since that time in the dormitory.
Feng Xingyun was completely unable to control his anxious and expectant feelings.
Zhang Yuxiang was already used to the occasional clashes between the father and son. She skillfully tugged at Feng Hou's sleeve and scolded, "You're scaring Xingyun again. Xingyun always gives you a hard time because of your own actions."
She was quite open-minded about Feng Xingyun's liking for men. Before she started working, her favorite genre was romantic literature, and she admired true and unique love and freedom. Although she had seen a lot of disgusting things in society after working for a long time, she was fortunate to have found a partner to accompany her for life.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuxiang patted Feng Hou's hand and said, "I had no idea you had such a feudalistic, paternalistic desire to control Xingyun. Life is so short, of course you should be with the person you like and love."
Under his wife's reproachful gaze, Feng Hou touched his nose and laughed awkwardly, "I was just teasing him."
He did feel awkward and shocked when he heard those words, but thankfully his wife's words made him feel relieved.
Feng Xingyun can like whomever he wants; ultimately, he is an independent individual. Some people like beef, some people like mutton, and Feng Xingyun simply likes men. After all, there was no indication that he had ever shown any interest in this before.
Zhang Yuxiang turned her head to look at him, "So, do you find it funny?"
He honestly replied, "It doesn't seem funny."
Feng Xingyun saw that his parents, who were originally sitting on two chairs, were now hugging and snuggling together, completely forgetting his presence, and started bickering back and forth.
As he was getting up to go upstairs to the dressing room to pick out matching accessories and clothes, Zhang Yuxiang looked up and saw him. Suddenly, she remembered something and asked curiously, "By the way, Xingyun, who is the person you like? Can you tell Mom?"
Feng Xingyun paused in his motion to stand up, and his tall figure made Zhang Yuxiang notice a hint of shyness and sadness.
He sat back down in his chair. Perhaps he could learn from his parents: if one person's opinion is limited, then a few more people could offer him some advice on pursuing Liu Duanhe.
Feng Xingyun's voice was slightly hoarse, "It's Liu Duanhe."
"Which characters?" Zhang Yuxiang felt the name sounded familiar.
"The willow in the 'willow' character, the upright and courteous character, and the harmony that is different from others."
Zhang Yuxiang and Feng Hou didn't initially associate this person with the Liu family of Tianhe Group. But when they put the words together, Feng Hou exclaimed in surprise, "Is he that boy from the Tianhe Group?"
“I remember he went to the same university as you, and he was about the same age, a little over a year younger than you.”
Feng Xingyun nodded in affirmation, "It was him."
Zhang Yuxiang looked him up and down, then clicked her tongue in admiration, "Not bad, kid, you have really high standards. You've already fallen for someone so difficult to get. Has she said yes yet?"
Although Feng Hou didn't speak, his eyes and expression clearly conveyed the same meaning.
They were all in the same circle, so naturally they had all met Liu Duanhe. Wealth became more concentrated as you went up the pyramid, and the Liu family was undoubtedly at the top. Even if their family had been very aggressive in the past two years, they had to admit that they were still far behind the Liu family, a company with a century-old heritage and deep roots.
It is worth noting that the Liu family has been known as "Half of the City" for over a century. The Liu family has passed down poetry and books for generations and has a considerable collection. They also established businesses. Later, due to the turbulent times, the whole family moved to Beiping and joined the army. They raised their own military expenses through their factories, so you can imagine how wealthy they were. Their overseas businesses alone amounted to astronomical figures.
Moreover, Zhang Yuxiang had met Liu Duanhe more than once. The boy was not only outstanding and exceptionally capable, but also incredibly handsome. In all her years and countless places she had traveled, this was the first time she had ever seen such a good-looking young man.
It's easy to imagine how many people like Liu Duanhe. Trying to win him over wouldn't be difficult; it would be hellish.
Of course, it's hard to say whether you'll have a good first impression or not. It's easy for two people to be together if they're the right one, but it's incredibly difficult if they're not, because if you don't like someone, you just don't like them.
Feng Xingyun was silent for a while before saying, "He rejected me."
Feng Hou was not surprised at all. To be honest, after learning that Feng Xingyun liked Liu Duanhe, the last trace of surprise disappeared from his mind, and he was not surprised at all that his son had been rejected.
He shook his head. "We confessed because we were mutually in love. You were too impulsive."
Feng Xingyun didn't expose his boasting. Last time, he said on the phone that his love rival had come to his door, and he was so anxious that he didn't care about anything else and went directly to propose marriage.
He humbly replied, "Then Dad, what do you think I should do to pursue him?"
Feng Hou glanced at Zhang Yuxiang, his eyes full of smiles, "I have no experience with this. Your mother and I are in love with each other."
Feng Xingyun stood up and left.
Zhang Yuxiang called out to him with a smile, "Mom will give you some advice. Sit down and ignore your dad."
Feng Xingyun sat back down. The servants cleared away the food, and they remembered that they had already finished eating, so they went to the living room and sat on the sofa together.
The two of them sat on a two-seater sofa, while Feng Xingyun sat alone on a single sofa.
Zhang Yuxiang organized her thoughts and said, "The first and most important point is, of course, liking or loving, a love that is wholehearted and never betrays you."
The second point is to be considerate and attentive. You should pay attention to his needs every day, know his troubles and what he wants, and then try your best to help him achieve them. Simply put, be good to him. At the very least, you should know what he likes, such as what kind of food he likes and what kind of food he doesn't like, and keep that in mind.
Let's start with these two points. If you can achieve these two things, and if people don't dislike or reject you, and even have some feelings for you, then you're not far from success.
She hesitated for a moment, "But if she doesn't like men, it's all in vain for you to think about these things or do anything else."
Feng Xingyun said firmly, "He doesn't dislike men."
After all, when Liu Duanhe mistakenly thought he was his boyfriend, he was willing to hold hands with him, and he even kissed him, albeit only on the cheek. But it is well known how severe Liu Duanhe's mysophobia is; he never shakes hands with anyone, and even in class, he has to be at least one seat away from others.
Zhang Yuxiang was surprised by his resolute tone. After all, they were classmates, and some contact was normal. Or perhaps something secret had happened that had brought them together.
Now, she truly felt that Feng Xingyun might have a chance.
"I can't even imagine how happy I would be if you two really got together. This child is a good child, especially in appearance. He's so good-looking that I could eat two more bowls of rice if he sat across from me."
Feng Xingyun could tell that his mother genuinely liked Liu Duanhe's appearance, praising it highly. He breathed a sigh of relief. Coming out today was a spur-of-the-moment decision, because he had never intended to hide it; he was just letting things happen naturally. Although their opposition or not didn't affect whether he liked him or not, he didn't want his family to dislike Liu Duanhe.
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