Chapter 34 [Liang Qi: Don't worry, today Ken...]
[Liang Qi: Don't worry, I'll definitely leave it to you today.]
Liang Qi on the other end was also secretly groaning. He never expected to be so unlucky. Not long after the investigation, he was hit by an electric bike crossing the road on the sidewalk, and the electric bike even fled the scene!
He fell right onto a stone in the flowerbed, knocking him unconscious.
It was only thanks to a kind person who called an ambulance that his life was saved.
That wasn't the end of it. Within three months, he experienced a series of unfortunate events, including a hit-and-run accident, a fire caused by a child playing with fire downstairs that burned down to the top floor, his entire family's property being destroyed, and being tricked into going on blind dates at home. He was truly unlucky.
They could only conduct door-to-door investigations and visits intermittently, contacting his various friends from all walks of life. It has been dragging on until today, and Liu Duanhe's entrusted business has only just been roughly completed.
Liang Qi was also having second thoughts. He was incredibly unlucky. Even a materialist like him who only cared about money was starting to wonder if he should have taken the job.
Liu Duanhe turned off his phone in a flustered mood, a hint of melancholy creeping into his eyes, which he then subtly concealed as Feng Xingyun turned his head.
He held Liu Duanhe's wrist and said earnestly, "If you don't want to make it public, we can delete it. Anyway, not many people will see it, and we can explain it as a truth or dare game."
Feng Xingyun certainly didn't think that way; he just suppressed his true feelings and feigned retreat.
Liu Duanhe shook his head. "I genuinely want to go public." At this moment.
His gaze was earnest and tender as he looked at Feng Xingyun, as if he wouldn't be angry or upset even if he were invited to bed right now, his expression gentle and calm.
Feng Xingyun's gaze deepened unavoidably, and he affectionately nuzzled the tip of his nose. "I thought baby didn't like me and was just toying with me."
Liu Duanhe refused to take the blame and vehemently denied it, saying, "Of course not."
He had composed himself and chuckled, "I was just too surprised. There are many things that even I didn't realize. It seems I'm not as good as I thought. Even things I'm not good at, I can still do my best. Trying hard doesn't necessarily guarantee a satisfactory result."
Liu Duanhe spoke casually with an ambiguous meaning, his dark eyes staring straight at Feng Xingyun, his black hair, wet from melting snow, clung to his pale cheeks, making him look like a beautiful ghost.
Feng Xingyun lazily lowered his head, his gaze falling on the shadows at their feet, his heart quietly racing. "If even you have to belittle yourself, is there any room for us ordinary people to survive? It's enough to be able to live with a clear conscience."
Liu Duanhe chuckled. "Are we going to keep chatting in this freezing wind and snow? I'm practically frozen to death."
In fact, Feng Xingyun didn't feel cold at all. He was so hot that he felt like he was about to catch a fire. The main reason was that the person standing in front of him was unconsciously speaking in a gentle and soft tone. The tone he was used to hearing made his head full of nonsense.
He reached out and grasped Liu Duanhe's cold hand hanging by his side. The moment his warm hand touched hers, Liu Duanhe instinctively struggled. Feng Xingyun gripped her hand even tighter and said naturally, "I'm not cold. Let me warm you up."
Liu Duanhe's fingers ached from being gripped so tightly, and he was unable to move. He rubbed them with his other hand and said, "Relax a little, you're using too much force."
Feng Xingyun obediently loosened his grip and said slyly, "I'm just acting like this because I don't feel safe."
Liu Duanhe didn't know what to say anymore, and silently squeezed his large hand back, "Let's go back quickly, it's still early, let's go back to the dormitory today."
He was afraid of him. He hadn't realized Feng Xingyun was so troublesome before. It was safer to go back to the dormitory. At most, it would just take him a little longer to fall asleep. With two roommates around, he would be more cautious.
As a roommate, Feng Xingyun was undoubtedly not very good. Although the other two had the same routine as college students, and it was impossible for them to go to sleep before midnight, Feng Xingyun was right next to Liu Duanhe, and Liu Duanhe could clearly sense any movement he made, which made it very difficult for Liu Duanhe to bear.
Liu Duanhe was different. He had a regular schedule, and because of his obsessive-compulsive disorder, he kept his dormitory room spotlessly clean. He also had a very good temper and never ground his teeth, snored, or played games and cursed at people in the middle of the night. He was the kind of perfect roommate that you could only find if you burned incense in college.
Fortunately, he had long understood the principle that people should tolerate each other. Feng Xingyun also made a big adjustment to his schedule in the past two months. He would go to bed and sleep whenever he saw Feng Xingyun go to bed.
After getting off the bus and saying goodbye to the driver, Liu Duanhe breathed a sigh of relief upon entering the dormitory building. The headache that had been throbbing was soothed by the warm air, and he became more alert from that lightheaded state.
He glanced down at his hand, which was still being held tightly, paused for a moment, and then smiled and said, "My hand is numb."
Feng Xingyun's chest trembled, he chuckled a few times, and released his hand. "Alright, it was my fault."
The light in the hall was the most ordinary incandescent bulb, but when it shone on Liu Duanhe's face, it was like a sharp, cold light, carrying a faint sense of hostility and speechlessness.
Feng Xingyun cheered with joy at seeing his true emotions, and was excited by Liu Duanhe's special emotional treatment like a masochist. He could even savor the sweetness in the memories of their past mutual dislike.
Liu Duanhe narrowed his sharp eyes slightly, glanced at him, his handsome features were captivating, "Go back to the dorm and sleep, you've made me so tired."
The phone chimed with a special notification sound. Liu Duanhe opened it and saw that Secretary Wei had sent photos of all the students going upstairs. The people he had arranged had safely escorted them all back to their dormitories.
Liu Duanhe replied with satisfaction that he had received the praise. Secretary Wei's work ability was truly outstanding. So far, he had never made a mistake in the complicated secretarial work. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be the one to succeed the old housekeeper.
Feng Xingyun stared at his delighted expression after reading the message on his phone, unable to suppress her curiosity. She casually asked, "What's making you so happy?"
Liu Duanhe sensed the subtle sourness and wariness in his voice and said with amusement, "My secretary sent me photos of them being taken back to their dorms. They did a great job, so of course I'm happy as their boss. Don't overthink it."
His popularity with women was so high that Feng Xingyun couldn't help but be on high alert. Besides, even though Liu Duanhe had agreed to his request tonight, she hadn't said a word about liking him, which made him feel very insecure and uneasy.
Liu Duanhe squeezed his arm and handed him the phone directly. "Don't worry, I'll show you the chat history. We have a simple superior-subordinate working relationship."
Feng Xingyun pursed his lips, a deeper smile appearing on his face, and said in a low voice, "I don't need your proof, as long as you have me in your heart, that's enough."
Liu Duanhe's brows relaxed slightly. For a suspicious person like him, trust was undoubtedly the most precious thing, and he was truly touched by Feng Xingyun for a moment.
Her gaze softened. "Okay."
After he took a shower, Feng Xingyun revealed a triumphant smile, repeatedly savoring all the interactions of the day.
Did Liu Duanhe not know his little thoughts? But it didn't matter. As far as he was concerned, it was enough that he spoke sincerely.
His phone, which was on the table, suddenly vibrated again, with the same special notification sound effect.
Feng Xingyun glanced at it. Although the voice was different from before, he didn't care. He opened his Moments again and again, replying to the messages with unprecedented patience.
After organizing the existing data, Liang Qi finally sent it to Liu Duanhe and breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally finished. I will definitely not take the next order from Young Master Liu. This year's goal is Mount Wutai!"
He opened his account and glanced at the deposit Liu Duanhe had given him in advance. He regretted it a little; he could have accepted the next order.
Liang Qi threw away his phone. Now he was just waiting for Liu Duanhe's follow-up payment. Moreover, given his work efficiency this time, it was uncertain whether Young Master Liu would even contact him next time.
After coming out of the bathroom, Liu Duanhe took his medicine first. He had eaten lunch outside in the afternoon and hadn't taken any more medicine. He suspected that his headache today was caused by his negligence and laziness that day, after all, he had lost so much blood.
Perhaps it was because of her emotional fluctuations today and the cold wind that had been blowing for a while, but after taking the medicine, Liu Duanhe felt cold all over and had a terrible headache. After washing up, she went to bed.
The dizziness and nausea made it even harder for him to fall asleep this time. Fortunately, his two other roommates were exhausted from studying frantically in the library during finals week and went to bed early as well, which relieved him of two major distractions.
The discomfort before bed carried over into her dreams. Liu Duanhe remained in a daze, half-asleep and half-awake, dreaming—a lucid dream that guided her, as if she were consciously making various choices.
The dream vividly depicted his verbal exchange with Feng Xingyun, and the annoyance he felt lingered in his chest even after he woke up, allowing him to clearly recall the scene.
Liu Duanhe closed his eyes in a daze, his heart enveloped by intense shame and confusion, making him wish he could immigrate to another country immediately.
He opened his phone, which he hadn't had time to look at before, and quickly scanned Liang Qifa's investigation report.
He remembered everything; there was no vague ambiguity at all, only mutual dislike and annoyance.
That's terrifying! Why would he think Feng Xingyun could be his boyfriend?!
His mysophobia made him subjectively unwilling to develop an intimate relationship with another person, and he never had the idea of dating, let alone with a man.
Liu Duanhe, who had been composed for over a decade, broke down. He wished the sun would never rise, so he wouldn't have to be with Feng Xingyun, and that his memories would remain stuck in last night. How blissful ignorance seemed at this moment.
If we break up immediately, wouldn't that be playing with people and making them enemies?
But he has just regained his memories and cannot accept Feng Xingyun now.
How could he organize his thoughts to tell Feng Xingyun that it was all a misunderstanding, that he simply had a mental problem, and that he had medical records to prove it?
Or should we just stick to our guns and keep going?
Liu Duanhe pulled the blanket over his head and, for the first time in his life, stayed in bed late, until he felt the bed next to him shake and creak. It was Feng Xingyun getting out of bed.
The bathroom door clicked softly as he gently closed it.
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